It was a bright and wonderful Saturday morning when at the edge of a park, a light flashed.
appearing out of nowhere and dressed in blue jeans and a red top was one of the most feared god's in the multiverse (At least to those who valued their pride and dignity) Yami: God of Diaper humiliation and scented pine cones.
the last part was just a temp job though, as rick was on vacation and someone had to fill the role if a god ditched their job for longer then 5 hours.
that five hour limit was what was on Yami's mind as he prepped himself for today's fun.
As a god of diaper humiliation Yami's own powers grew and weakened depending on how many mortals were suffering from well, red faced diaper humiliation. the worst it was for the victim, the more power he got in return. However lately it's been getting harder and harder to actually get enough juice off of it, as idiots were trying to make diapers a normal thing and cut down on the social stigma that came from being a dorky little diaper butt.
Well, yami wasn't the kinda of god to just let himself get slowly de powered and returned permanently to his Mortal form of malcore! (Yami himself was actually the 4th one to use the title..apparently there was some sorta curse that made everyone one of the diaper gods get trapped in their own lust for unending diaper humiliation. something that Yami was going to make sure didn't happen to him.)
For the past few weeks Yami had been coming down to earth, setting himself up to be a little baseball star for the local boys team. enhance himself with his powers had made that easy and he'd spread the belief that anyone who wet or crapped themselves was a little diaper baby and deserved humiliation.
he'd even made a few boys from visiting teams wet themselves but apparently once Yami had left the effects had weakened, none of them suffered lasting enough humiliation for his needs.
Well, there was a old saying: if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself!
His plan had risks, and downsides to it, for starters he just KNEW the other gods were never going to let him forget or live this down but sometimes a man had to do what he had to do.
Normally any diaper humiliation Yami himself experienced (and it was more common then he'd like to admit) didn't do anything for Yami himself as he only got power ups from mortals. (this was a law added to keep a diaper humiliation god from thinking about padding some of his fellow god-lings)
So with that in mind.. Yami would ping the area, suspending disbelief once again that he was never seen with his parents..and increasing a over all lack of empathy in the humans around, so they would be less understanding and more prone to teasing.
it was a exhausting thing to do, and Yami couldn't do it all the time but it WOULD pay off..he hoped.
taking out a crystal orb from his bag, Yami focused one last time, making sure to poof his baseball uniform into the bag..and some super thick babyish pink diapers..then focused on the orb itself and slowly drained his powers into the thing, keeping in mind his time limit as Yami once more became malcore.
dropped off by his parents who were too busy to stay and watch the game, Zex went into the locker room to get changed and hoped for half a second that malcore wouldn't show up today.
ever since Malcore had started playing on the team Zex had gone from their top player to only second best and -somehow- not being the parents of the star player meant his folks never had time for his games anymore.
"Dicks." he muttered to himself.
Trey and Dylan were in the locker room and were just finishing getting changed and nodded to Zex who nodded back.
"Any signs of Mr.superstar?" Zex asked, using the pet name more of the team had for malcore.
of course no one called him that to his face, or used it around the coach. and malcore was the reason they were in a championship game today (Anther reason why Zex was so irked his folks weren't going to watch)
"You know him, likes to make a entrance." Trey said and finished getting his shoes on. "Better hurry up, coach wants us warming up before the game. " he added.
"well all of us expect for Mr. superstar." Dylan added and rolled his eyes.
"Ugh..Hate that guy.." trey whined and then they were out and onto the field leaving it just Zex in the locker room.
Stripping down to his briefs and grabbing the pants of his uniform Zex jumped as a loud whistle was heard.
"Wow, nice crap stained baby undies." Malcore said, leaning on a locker, arms crossed.
"Oh shut up, I know you wear briefs too."
"Not today! going commando..looooose and freeee" Malcore said and stood up strait then wiggled his hips.
Despite himself Zex smirked at that.
"your such a dork, you know that?"
"Bitch please, I'm made of win and awesome." Malcore said and flexed before going to walk over, his tote bag open and he was heading for a bench.
that's when he tripped and cried out, hands going out and catching himself, but his tote bag had flung off and sent everything inside all over the floor.
"Wow, ever so..grace...ful..Pffft.." Zex trailed off as he looked at Malcore's uniform, and then at the two thick pink diapers. "well well well, what DO we have here?" he asked, going over and picking one of them up.
"T-T-Those are just..uh..they're for someone else!" Malcore stammered, blushing red instantly and scrambled to his feet to snag the diaper back from zex.
Zex in return just put a hand on malcore's forehead and found it surprisingly easy to hold him back as he looked it over.
"wooow.. for someone who totally hates diaper boys and thinks all pants wetter need diapers..these are some..VERY pwetty diapies for widdle malcore." Zex teased.
"I..I told you, they're not mine!"
"who's are they then? Hmmm sissy boy? and if this isn't yours..then you know..it won't fit on your butt."
Mentally Malcore groaned, this was all good and stuff, but he hadn't actually meant to trip like that and he was a bit weaker then expected.
'this is what i get for going on that all ice cream diet' he thought and huffed.
still, he couldn't just start the game diapered, could he? his ideal situation was for the crowd to call for him to be pampered like a little baby, then the diapers found.
"well come on then 'little maclore' .. or would you..heh.." Zex paused and looked at the pink diaper again. "Prefer princess?"
"How about if you don't stop right now I'm fucking leaving and your shot at winning the title drops to nothing, and I'll tell the coach it';s your fault!" Malcore shot back angrily and thankfully this seemed to stop Zex in his tracks.
"..fine. whatever. just know if you even LOOK ready to wet yourself..I'm telling.everyone about your triple P's."
Malcore blinked and tilted his head, having stepped back from Zex and was honestly confused.
"Triple P's?"
"Pretty pink pampers." Zex said and laughed.
'guh, when did he become such a jerk...oh..right..' Malcore huffed then relised he was a victim of his own magic.
Zex finished getting dressed and got ready to go warm up, but not before one last shot.
"Don't be scared to ask for help if you change your mind and want one of your diappppers on." he called then took off for the field, smirking and smiling to himself.
"...If I ever have to do this again I'm planing it out wayyy better." malcore groaned, facepalming.
Zex was a little confused himself. normally he was one of the guys trying to get malcore to be nicer, but just bullying him had felt damn good. plus, who'd of guessed Mr 'wet pants means your a baby' was a big sissy baby butt?
He just chalked it up to knowing malcore deserved the humiliation and since malcore was responsible for his parents being dicks, it felt nice to take it out on him.
still, who'd of thought that the guy who could hit home run after home run was THAT weak?
Spotting Dylan and trey doing some of the warm up exercises Zex jogged over.
there was one thing for sure. no WAY he could keep this to himself.
Malcore took awhile to calm himself down, toying with just ditching the plan and sneaking out. surely he'd get a good jolt from just the humiliation he'd just experienced right? maybe this was a stupid plan all along.
Then he thought about Dustin, the Yami before him and how he was just a happy diaper filling baby in a crib, his parents thinking he had always been mentally a baby and not even able to enjoy any of his baby life the way he had thought about it.
"No. Nope. thats NOT going to be me..come on Malcore, you're a freaking god. you can do this. it's a hour or so of humiliation and enough humiliation energy to make you large and in charge for at least a year!" he said and having amped himself up got his uniform on and walked out.
as he came onto the field, he scanned it for a second, and locked eyes with a smirking Zex..and fuck. there was trey and Dylan, and all three of them had big grins on their faces, and were laughing.
'i guess it's no shocker he went and told them.. man.. when i get back i need to ask Net to help me dial back that spell..' malcore thought and waved to them then went over to the dug out.
The game started and while the stands were full something was off with the crowd it seemed. at least to anyone casually walking by.
they were more quick to jeer a mistake, and at one point even started a 'you fucked up!' chant that left a outfielder from the other team in tears and had chants of crybaby start up.
This while being expected, was bad because it was dragging the game out longer and longer and worse, making malcore's nerves get to him.
all he had been planing on was a wetting accident, but if his tummy kept up like this..
worse, he really was just ROTTEN at playing without his powers to cheat and so the crowd had turned on him, and taken to yelling 'choke' whenever he was up to bat.
the coach even pulled him aside and asked if he was feeling alright, and Malcore lied saying he just felt a little icky in the tummy but begged to keep playing.
the more malcore seemed to falter and suck though, the more Zex apparently stepped up to the plate.
Zex himself figured Malcore just was all nerves with now over half the team knowing about the triple p's (Turns out Dylan and Trey couldn't keep it to themselves anymore then Zex had been able to)
Still, it was tough going and it came down to one last chance. the game was tied and they had one batter left to go, and it was Malcore.
Malcore was struggling, shaking a little though most assumed it was from nerves (and well, ok, to be fair a lot of it WAS just that!) but he was also fighting not to soak himself too soon.
as he went to head for the plate, Zex himself stopped him.
"Look, i know you can do this. forget about all the teasing, al of that, and show us what you can really do. or i swear, I'll diaper your ass on the field." he said, in a low voice but with a smile on his face, so it looked like he was giving Malcore words of encouragement.
"I-I'll try." Malcore squeaked and a little spurt of pee tinkled out.
"You better do more then try unless you want the crowd to see your Triple P's."
with that threat in mind Malcore made his way up to bat and gulped.
'This was a stupid plan. this was a stupid plan. i'm just gonna get stuck out and leave.' Malcore thought, shaking and practically doing the potty dance in place, so focused on keeping his pants dry and clean that he was blocking out the umpires offer to go use the bathroom, and the crowd's chanting for him to choke/wet himself.
the first pitch came down and Malcore swung, releasing anther steam into his pants and they were visibly getting damp now.
"STRIKE ONE!"
the second ball came flying in and malcore swung, and..that was it.
his bladder couldn't take it anyone and even as "STRIKE TWO!" was called he was hunching down, soaking himself and making a puddle in the dirt.
Joey, the catcher for the team cried out and jumped back, letting anyone who couldn't see,/figure out what was going on know without a doubt.
"EW! MALCORE'S WETTING HIMSELF!"
A loud brassy poot was heard as as malcore hunched there, his bladder drained and face crimson, he knew it wasn't just gonna be wet pants.
Someone was yelling about the game being over, and the other team winning but Malcore wasn't exactly following, as with more farts the back of his formally white pants were expanding out and turning a nasty shade of brown.
Not helping him was the fact the act had apparently fried part of his brain, as he was yelling out
"I-I'm Pooping my pantssss! I want my mommy! i want my daddy! I want my diapers!"
the crowd was laughing and videos were being taken and Zex came over, shaking his head.
"Really you stupid big sissy? you couldn't hold it in for anther five minutes!?" he asked.
Malcore whined and looked at him, and then the red turned to pale white as in Zex's hands were the diapers.
"W-wait wait wait wait!" Malcore whined and held up a hand, but there was NO mercy in Ze's eyes and off came the poopie pants and malcore's uniform shirt was used to clean him up..then mr. superstar was on the field..in nothing but two massive pink diapers..and a smile.
Naturally malcore did the only thing he could, and sobbed and ran out into the park.
"HEY YOU DUMB BABY! Get back here!" Zex called and then shrugged, going to go and get changed and likely trash malcore's big boy clothes. it's what the little sissy deserved after all.
Getting into the woods, and laughed at by everyone who saw him (Malcore was certain he was at least Facebook famous, if not YouTube and god knows how many other sites!) he scrambled for the spot where he had touched down and looked for the orb with his powers in it. at the very least once he was yami again, he'd have so much power after all of this.
looking around frantically he didn't see it..and then froze.
it was in his bag! in a special compartment that was on;y going to open near the near of the time limit!! if he had been warned once he'd been warned 1000 times to to use pocket dimensions like that if he was going to take a break from godhood!
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Malcore groaned and stomped in place. A look over at a clock tower visible from where he was told Malcore that even if he ran as hard as he could.. there was NO way he was going to make it back in time, and that was even factoring in no one stopping him or trying to manhandle him.
"..Net? server? Anyone of you who are listening, and likly watching this?" Malcore said, looking up. "Look, I know you've all been enjoying the show but I could reallly use a soild right now and some help would be nice." he called up to the heavens.
there was a flash of light and Malcore started to smirk..till it faded and he was dressed in a light pink top with a heart on the front and a attached mini skirt, purple, frilly and mostly see though.
"...Oh fuck you guys too!"
In the locker room, Zex was about to toss out malcore's bag when a pocket opened on it. he was the only one in the locker room, at least for the moment and raised a eyebrow as a orb rolled out of it.
"oook..the hell is-" Zex started to ask and grabbed the orb.
instantly there was a flash of light and his mind filled with the knowledge of what had happened, who malcore was, and giving Zex a choice.
He could go and return these powers to little Malcore.. or he could keep them for himself...
One year later and Malcore still couldn't belive he was stuck as a forever diaper sissy. Zex had been kind enough to fold him into his spot in everyone minds, so no one missed Zex while Malcore wasn't left a homeless orphan. the downside was Zex made sure his parents now super believed malcore was a tusande diaper sissy, and just loved to 'humor' their little sissy. which mean lots and lots of diapers and dresses for malcore and meant that Zex had a steady power supply as the new yami.
Zex himself refined the Yami powers and became one of the big four gods, and earned loads of respect among his fellow gods who had only ever seen malcore with contempt.
it was the perfect ending for a silly little god who had doomed himself
the end
