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The Poopy, Pampered Princess (Forced Diapers)

Nappy New Years (Forced AR/Diapers) (1/3)
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(Diaper Curse + Hypermessing)


A rather smelly punishment for what her dad did~
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Her coronation day, title of queen soon to be added~
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That morning, handmaids have her maturely cladded~
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Only for her to find herself indiscreetly padded~~

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It never occurred to the king, busy ruling over the entire continent with an iron fist, that one insignificant sorceress whose house he had raided would ever pose even the slightest threat against his monarchy, let alone inflicting a life-changing curse upon his newborn daughter, Princess Arla.
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When she first snuck into his quarters, spoke the 6 verses of her cursed song above the princesses’ crib, and the guards soon caught her, he considered the sorceress to be a lowlife. More of a crazed nuisance than a truly important factor in his daughter’s life. His underestimation of the strange woman’s power only skyrocketed when his guards showed to him the crinkly, laughable thing she wore beneath her skirt.
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After all, what kind of powerful, vengeful spirit wore a papery diaper?
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The annoyed king simply ordered his guards to take the padded wretch down to the dungeon to have her executed, but when the pair of armoured guards returned in the forms of diaper-wearing toddlers who no longer could wield their own swords, he finally considered that the escaped sorceress may be of some trouble.
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Attempting to order military sorcerers and alchemists to concoct a reversal spell to restore his two finest guards to their former, strong, adult forms only escalated the intensity.
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Both regressed knights, angry at being patronized and forced to wear the crinkly garment marking them as babies, were understandably furied when they realized that the pink diapers around their waists could not be possibly taken off, due to the sorceress’ magic binding. However, there was little for them to do about the situation now their strength and intimidation had been sapped in such a foul sweep.
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Both of them tried to hold their gurgling bowels for as last as they could, but as their diapers were permanently bound around their waists, the new toddlers, with the minds of powerful royal guards trapped within them, eventually had no choice but to fill the seats of their diapers with unusually-large loads of warm, squishy mush in front of their own families who were weeping over the situation, soon pinching their noses in response to the awful smell they were ashamed to have made.
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Only once the two guards were suffering in bulging, brown-stained diapers full of fresh, sludgy poop, could the pampers finally be removed from their bodies. Their humiliating cries in distress of their own steaming waist being lugged around in the no-longer-pink diapers, on full display for their families, only made them seem more childish, although their adult minds were intact as ever.
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Much to the two guards’ humiliation, the diapers could only be removed by their former wife and husband, on a changing mat, as if it were their parents and not the people who they once considered their wedded spouses.
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The worst part came once the two freshly-changed, regressed guards realized that brand new pink diapers had spawned where the last ones had been peeled, meaning that they would have to go through the degrading experience of pooping themselves all over again until they could be turned back into armigers.
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Both former adults swore they would strike revenge on the diaper spirit who had done this to them, but when they could no longer fit into their own armour, and their weapons now weighed more than they did (when their diapers weren’t full,) they could do little about it.
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In fact, they could do little at all. Their teeth had deformed, forcing them to eat baby mush spoonfed to them. They could not reach the doorknobs in their own houses, and crawling had become faster than walking, especially with diapers full of poop between their legs. Every aspect of their adult lives had been robbed from them.
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The king, in order to conceal how the princess had been cursed, decided to cover up the entire situation. The two armigers were declared dead, and the two new toddlers were given new names and roles as the children of their own spouses. Whenever they tried to assert to other peasants that they used to be adults, their pooped diapers would convince otherwise.
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To this day, both former royal guards are forced to live as eternal, diaper-filling toddlers, treated like nothing but the babies they appear to be. Even though they disapproved, their spouses would remarry, have kids, and the two guards, stuck as unaging babies, watched their newborn “siblings” grow up to be bigger than they were.
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This was only the first instance of the diaper spirit’s wrath.
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The king, now slightly more frightened than annoyed, would enlist the land’s most powerful mercenaries to hunt down the diaper spirit who had cursed his daughter, only to end up working twofold trying to cover up the entire ordeal when each adventurer came back incapacitated, diapered, and with their lives as warriors completed.
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One adventurer, a world-class wizard who always aspired to do good had his magic abilities stolen from him when he returned home as a babbling baby who would later learn his unfortunate diaper-dependence. The king sent him to a nursery, knowing that he would never be able to re-prove his magic prowess in his shrunken body.
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Barbarian men came home as little girls, helpless to avoid wetting and messing themselves in front of the people they were trying to scare. The king sent them to a religious school that punished girls for roughhousing, which quickly terrified their assertions of strength out of them along with several full diapers.
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Some adventurers returned home with their years of training, all their hopes and dreams ahead of them replaced with the bodies of small animals, such as weak puppies and bunnies, all diaper-clad as well. The ones that were able to return to the king without being brought into animal dens against their wills, or their diapers being too heavy for them to move, were almost immediately sent to a farm or kennel by the king.
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The king eventually commissioned the two most valuable, powerful mercenaries known to the kingdom to face the diaper spirit, but only one crawling toddler returned. On return, the king’s royal guards were confused by the second adventurer’s absence, but the toddler’s saddened cries of “I’m sorry to have to degrade you like this, but this body will not let me hold it in anymore! I promise this is just as gross for me as well!” along with the way the diaper itself seemed to wince in disgust when filled to the brim with warm poop tipped them off as to where the second adventurer had gone.
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Even now, each of the diaper spirit’s victims are daily forced to drop heavy mudslides of warm poop into the back of their diapers, or having their bodies filled with poop themselves, unable to escape the humiliating forms that the diaper spirit had appointed them. Thanks to the king’s attempts to hide the story from his growing daughter, none of them would be remembered as anything but these forms.
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The concealing was rather successful. Princess Arla would grow up without ever knowing how many people had been permanently turned into crawling toddlers, diaper-wearing animals, or the diapers themselves in failed attempts to kill the spirit who she had no idea she had been cursed by.
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From her luxurious life I will swipe her~
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Forced to release as her bowels now gripe her~
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Your shame reeks but hers will be ever riper~
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Constant threat of degradation will always hype her~
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After all, who could respect a princess in a full diaper?~
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Crinkle crinkle~

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The princess rubbed her eyes as she got up for the most important day of her life, too exhausted by the preparations the night before to even realize that her rear had something puffy and warm fastened around it. The wrinkles of the garment that had strangely replaced her nightgown woke her up as she wandered towards the bathroom to wash up.
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“Here we go… no more time to relax… ever again.” She sighed, at least grateful that her handmaids allowed her to wake up in peace today.
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Over the past few months, she had been revelling in being allowed to wake up when she wanted, having most of her royal duties waived, but she felt guilty for it. The only reason they did not wake her up each morning with royal duties was the “hole in her heart” left from when her father died.
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In reality, Princess Arla’s depression sourced from knowing that her relaxing life as a princess would soon be over. The looming role as the kingdom’s new queen was as suffocating to her as the thick diaper she would soon realize she had woken up in. She wasn’t interested in being married off to a prince, nor mentally prepared for all the responsibilities of the kingdom falling into her padded lap.
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“...” When staring in the mirror and seeing, instead of the royal gown she had gone to sleep in, a white, babyish diaper that spread her legs slightly apart with how big it was, the princess rubbed her eyes again in disbelief. “What… the hell am I wearing…”
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Rubbing her eyes only made the diaper’s patterns of teddy bears and rattles more obvious, and moving her legs even slightly to look at it made the padding crinkle.
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“Is this some sort of prank?” She growled in embarrassment, cheeks red. “Whoever under my name has pulled this is going to spend a long night in the dungeon.” What had happened? She had never even seen adult-sized diapers, let alone actually worn one! Her bladder was burning with fullness after the night of drinking beforehand, so she needed to get this pamper off, use the toilet, and hopefully still have time to get dressed.
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The princess put her painted nails against the diaper’s tapes, expecting to rip them off so that the diaper can stop suffocating her in its poofiness, but instead, the tapes remained firmly stuck against her. She grunted and tried cutting them with her long nails, but the paper appeared to be as strong as steel.
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“Come on, it’s just a damn diaper…” The tired princess, forced to hold in her bladder, grumbled as she continued attempting to take off her diaper. Why was this happening!? Of all the things to get stuck in today, how could it happen to be a humiliatingly big baby diaper that she had not even remembered putting on!?
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“I seriously do not need any more stress today. Get this stupid thing off of me!” She yelled to nobody, kicking her legs, which achieved nothing but cause her padding to crinkle, and a chilling feeling to go down her spine as a few drops of pee leaked from her bladder into the padding, moistening it against her crotch. “EW!”
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Princess Arla tried prying the crinkly diaper off with her brush, spreading her legs in an attempt to rip it, and even using her emergency, self-defensive dagger to cut it off her waist, starting to panic at the thought of having to wear the babyish thing during her ceremony, but nothing would even put a dent in it. Her bladder, meanwhile, felt more full and desperate for release than ever before.
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“...your Majesty, is everything okay?”
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The sound of her handmaid coming up behind her caught her off guard so much that she lost control over her bladder.
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With a loud hissssss sound, the princess realized that she was suddenly soaking the front of her diaper, using it as if she actually needed it.
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“AHHHH! NO NO, JUST… LEAVE ME ALONE, RESPECTFULLY!” The embarrassed princess clenched her bladder, trying to hold in her piss, but the river of yellow, damp liquid continued to flow into her diaper with no sign of stopping.
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Much to her horror, when the handmaid peeked around to get a closer look at the princess’s new diaper, the padding was no longer white in the front - the contents of her bladder had stained the entire front side a dark yellow. With each clench, she was trying to hold in her pee, but nothing was working - all she could do was stand there, letting disgusting piss soak her crotch and tint her diaper until it was over.
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“...Your Majesty, I do not recall you having bladder troubles during the night. If you would like I can commission a pack of thick adult diapers more fit for a beautiful princess than… this.” The handmaid poked the wet stain in the front of Princess Arla’s diaper, causing more of her own pee to squish against her crotch. She winced in disgust.
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“A princess does not use diapers!” The embarrassed monarch screamed. “And if you tell anybody about what you saw here… s-something bad is happening.” Her face went even redder. Princess Arla’s handmaids had seen her do some embarrassing things, but never in her entire life had she wet the bed or even considered needing to use adult diapers!
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“Alright, well… you really wet that thing.” Her handmaid looked confused, and Arla was even more humiliated that she could tell how her own servant was hiding her disgust. “Do you need… a shower or… me to change you?”
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“Change me? I do not wear diapers, servant!” The princess pouted like a child, crossing her arms, failing to find a way to look tough when standing in a yellowed diaper, the stain big enough for anyone to see and know that she failed to use the toilet like an actual adult. For the figure who was supposed to be the most respected in the kingdom, especially today, this was the last way she wanted to be seen.
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“That… is a diaper though.”
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“No, it is not!”
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“...alright…” Her disgusted handmaid sighed, and under her breath, princess Arla heard her mumble “Someone inherited her denial from her father.” “Well, are you going to go to the coronation with that… not a diaper… soaked in your piss?”
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“Of course not! I’m… just… having a bit of trouble taking it off.”
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“Hmm…”
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Just standing in a wet diaper was one of the most disgusting and humiliating experiences Princess Arla had ever gone through, but the situation being explained to all of her handmaids as they came in to help made her blush even more as she felt her soaked diaper sticking up against her bare crotch.
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“She needs this much help just to get out of a wet diaper?”
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“Don’t say it!” She snapped in embarrassment. “I just woke up in it, don’t ask me!”
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They brought scissors and magic wands and other instruments that princess Arla was uncomfortable having near her crotch, trying everything they could to take off the paper diaper that the princess had been trapped in, and their patience grew thin as the pee started to dry and nothing was working.
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“You have to be out there to start the ceremony soon, princess Arla.” One of them finally said. All of her free time for the day had been soaked up thanks to this sudden diaper, and even now she could not manage to take it off to save her life.
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“I can’t go out there in a diaper! What if people see it?”
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Each time she tinkles, leaked by yellow and brown stains, her recurring jingle~
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Warm fluid sprinkles, forced to expose her wet crinkles~
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Noble’s noses wrinkle, no space not her stink pools, pampers to the brink full~~

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Princess Arla deeply regretted commanding her royal tailors to make her a shorter dress now that she had to hide a thick layer of padding that she had already caused a large yellow stain to form in. The puffy padding bulged out from beneath her skirt, making it pretty clear that she was wearing something thick underneath, and each step caused the pee-soaked padding to go plap plap plap against her body.
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This was going to be a long night for more reasons that she had expected.
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Embarrassed attempts to fade into the background were useless as the music stopped and everyone turned their attention towards Princess Arla following her entrance into the ballroom. Everyone smiled at her with admiration and respect that she knew would be damaged if they found out she was wearing a peed diaper.
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In the room full of nobles she didn’t want to be around, despite the warmth of the yellow stain, she was as cold and lonely as ever. She figured she might as well get the matter over with so that she may have her handmaids free her from this cursed diaper as soon as possible.
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Her father had pampered her and chosen her entire destiny - including the prince she would marry - without her ever even asking, yet now she was being suffocated with people expecting her to function independently. The sensory overload of the big, crowded room of fancily-dressed nobles nearly made Princess Arla want to pee herself again.
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Out of random decision, she decided to approach Prince Drevon, her forced husband to be, first. After all, they had not met before.
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“Greetings, my Prince…” She would mumble to him, keeping her legs spread apart to try and prevent the crinkling of her diaper. She had to hold the demeanour of a respectable noble.
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“And salutations to you, my future bride, and beautiful queen of this land…” The prince replied to her, leaning in to kiss her hand. He seemed respectable enough, but as he leaned down to kiss the back of her hand, she was simply terrified of him seeing or smelling the embarrassing pee stain in the diaper she couldn’t take off.
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… gurgle…
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A sudden rumbling would ravage her gut as she felt something welling up in her body, and as the prince leant back up to smile at her, his words echoed in her mind.
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“...queen… of this land… queen… queen…” Blrrrrrrt!
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Entirely unexpectedly, a loud, wet fart erupted from Princess Arla’s padded butt, and the gurgling, now centered in her suddenly-full bowels, became louder.
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Both in disbelief and embarrassment, the princess’ face went red, and the sights of her prince and his escorting guards wrinkling their noses didn’t help.
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“...why thank you…” She nervously continued, now clenching her asscheeks. As she had skipped breakfast, her sudden need to poop caught her by surprise, but as a princess she was sure that she could hold in her waste for longer than needed. The thought of actually using her diaper for the intended purpose didn’t even cross her mind!
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“Is something wrong, my Queen?”
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“...queen… queen… queen…”
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“N-No, I am fin- FRRRRRRRRRRT![/b]” As another loud, humiliating fart blasted from the princess’s ass, she winced in surprise as her body groaned, she put her arms across her chest, and with a heavy grunt she dropped all of the stinky, mushy contents of her bowels into the back of her diaper. “W-What the-”
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“My… princess Arla!?” Prince Drevon exclaimed as the princess pushed the warm load of her squishy poop into her diaper, causing the padding to stretch and bulge out behind her to hold each and every squishy, slimy load of her mess. Her eyes were wide and her face red in embarrassment, but as hard as she tried, the princess had no choice but to continue pooping herself in front of her groom-to-be.
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“I-I… Excuse me, I have to go.” She whimpered, still loudly farting and pooping her expanding diaper. Her fresh, steaming poop was now oozing across her ass, an experience somehow several times worse than the humiliation of peeing herself in front of her handmaids.
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Never feeling so insulted and degraded by her own body, she quickly turned to leave, still feeling loads of poop piling up in the seat of her diaper. Just turning around caused the mucky sludge to go Squelch![/b] inside of her diaper as the full thing swung back and forth, and more of her poop was smeared across her buttcheeks thanks to the padding holding it there.
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“Did she seriously just…” She heard one of Prince Drevon’s guards whisper as she turned around to leave, and thanks to the muddy load of warm poop in the back of her diaper and squishing between her legs, her walking speed was severely damaged by the diaper, leaving lots of time for everybody in the room to look and see her lumpy, brown-stained diaper.
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There was little hope for hiding the fact that she just involuntarily pooped herself in public, either. A few seconds after she pushed the thick, sludgy muck into the seat of her padding, the air of the ballroom was aroused by the noxious, revolting stench of the massive load of poop being lugged around the princess’ thighs, essentially marking her as a diaper-wearer.
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Each step Princess Arla took involved feeling more of her own embarrassing poop squish against her, making her want to cry in humiliation, and a loud sound as it oozed back and forth inside of the padding. Her squishy, messed padding was so thick and full of her poop that she swore it took several minutes just for her to file through the crowds of people wrinkling their noses in response to her poopy diaper and escape the ballroom.
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“HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING!?” Princess Arla cried to her handmaids as she frustratedly sat in the changing room. Taking a seat in her warm, pooped diaper was a mistake as she was forced to feel her squishy poop sludge around as she sat her poop-covered butt down, but now that her browned diaper was stuck to the seat, the princess was scared to stand back up. “PRINCESSES DO NOT JUST CRAP THEIR PANTS IN PUBLIC!”
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“Relax, your stinkiness…” One of her handmaids said, plugging her nose in response to the putrid smell of Princess Arla’s full diaper. The smell was several times worse for the person being forced to sit in the stew of her own mushy poop, though.
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“RELAX!?” She growled, shuffling around in the seat, which only caused her to whimper as her poop was spread around more. “I am sitting in my own feces right now and cannot escape it! On what may be the most important day of my life! My Prince’s first impression of his bride was her inability to hold in her bowels! This is the complete opposite of what I want to be known as! I don’t want to be diapered!”
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Her eyes were full of tears of frustration and disgust. Today was already going to be a stressful day, and the little amount of joy she could derive from it was destroyed by the diaper she was unable to avoid wetting and messing, even though she was usually perfectly capable of reaching the toilet!
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“Please do not cry…” Her handmaid nervously mumbled. “It’ll just ruin your makeup, my [b[Queen.[/b]”
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“...Queen…”
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The princess’s surprised expression returned to her face, followed by groaning and sweating as she scooted back and forth in the seat, clenching her asscheeks. The source of this reaction was mysterious, but the returning gurgle~[/i] from her bowels told the entire story.
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“What… why… I- SPLRRRRT![/i] didn’t even eat anything… all day!” The princess whined as she desperately tried to hold in yet another load of poop in her bowels. Within seconds, her bowels went from perfectly calm to loudly rumbling, and begging for her to poop her already-used diaper once again.
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“...I think we may have found the source of your issues, my Queen…
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“...queen… queen… I’m going to be queen…”
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BLAAAAAAAART![/i] The unbearable cramping overwhelmed her bowels. The horrifically disgusted Princess Arla grunted and shivered in denial as she hung her head, squinted her eyes, and had no choice but to once again fill her diaper with a gush of mucky mush spilling into the seat of her padding.
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“You’re already doing it again?” Another confused, and disgusted, handmaid questioned. “Is the new Queen sick?”
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“...I do not want to be queen… queen…”
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Right when she thought that first stinky load of poop was the end of the storm, as the other handmaid spoke, another cramp filled her bowels to capacity, and the sweating, devastated princess was hopeless to do anything but let yet another, bigger, mushier load of her own poop push its way out her anus, causing her already-full diaper to form more bulging, ballooning lumps behind her as it held more and more of her stinky poop. The piling mush now completely covered her ass, spread up her legs, and some of it even oozed its way to stain brown the peed portion in the front of her diaper.
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As the princess cried in anger that she’d been forced to go through such a degrading thing, the smell in the room became horrifically worse thanks to the new loads of mush packing her bulging, browned diaper.
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“WHY!? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO FIND MYSELF POOPING THIS STUPID DIAPER EVERY TIME I HEAR THAT WORD!? I JUST WANTED TO NOT FEEL ALONE IN THIS WORLD AND NOW EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE ME AND KNOW I CANNOT HELP SHITTING MYSELF AND CARRYING THE WASTE AROUND WITH ME!?” She covered her crying eyes with her hands as the awful smell overwhelmed her nose, and the squishing of her mushy poop became unbearable.
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“Que-... princess, Arla…” Her handmaid gently pat her head and she whimpered, wanting to be anywhere but here, where she’s forced to sit in a diaper full of her own poop. “...I do not believe that this is happening because of something you did, I think it’s your father.
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“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” She sobbed, forced to push another small load of poop into her large pampers as the handmaid barely said the word. “My dad had been dead for a long time now! From natural causes!”
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“The town criers declared his tragedy natural causes because your father worked very hard to keep the true story hidden from the ears of the peasants. Truly, he left the kingdom in an attempt to sacrifice his own soul to save from… from the fate that the diaper spirit laid out in her six verses.”
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“What… fate?”
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Her title being spoken always doomed her for a pooped pamper~
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Any peasant could force her from clean padding to one much damper~
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She would try to prevent it, but her bowels refused to cramp for her~
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An incontinent baby, her stinky messes would always stamp her~
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“...Please, please, nobody notice it…” Princess Arla whimpered in embarrassment, knowing that she was walking up onto the podium wearing the most full, heavy, and well-pooped diaper the kingdom may well have ever seen.
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Normally, she was annoyed by the constant pampering from her handmaids, but right now, Arla’s dignity was dangling on a string held by them.
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The bigger, puffier dress she was now in only barely concealed the lumps and bulges of her ballooned, brown padding. She had worn uncomfortable dresses before, but nothing compared to being forced to lug around 20 kilograms of her own muddy, sludgy poop, feeling it slime back and forth in her diaper whenever she moved.
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Not even the constant chatter of the crowded ballroom would drown out the loud squelching of the muck inside of her pamper. Taking a step now meant causing several loads of poop to loudly squish and smear across her butt with a loud Squelchhh![/b].
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The princess was drowned in as much strong perfume as she could, but nothing would make her poopy diaper any less stinky to everyone around her.
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Luckily, all she would have to do is give a five minute speech when it was her turn to finally speak. Her crowning would be rushed, and she had already gone to the work of removing every instance of the word “queen” from her script.
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When she stepped out to where she was supposed to have been standing for an entire hour, Princess Arla was next up to deliver her acceptance speech.
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“...today, let’s all be proud of our new Queen Arla!” The previous speaker said, causing the princess to wince and groan as her gut gurgled. She was determined to hold all of her bowels in this time, as long as it may take. Her diaper was already full enough.
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“Where have you been, new queen?” The noble standing beside her whispered in her ear, looking more confused as her gasping and clenching grew more intense. “Today is all about you, but you have barely even been out. The peasant rumour about you… degrading yourself, could not be true, could it?”
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“...no… It’s… not…” She whimpered, gritting her teeth as she was now holding in more poop than her bowels were used to burdening. “But let’s not talk now… it’s disrespectful.” She quickly escaped the conversation before the word was spoken again.
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When called forward to speak, she slowly lugged her smelly, full diaper along with her up to the stand, ready to rush through her speech so that she can avoid any more messing in front of the people she’s trying to impress.
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“I love you Queen Arla!” Someone in the crowd cheered, and the poor, constipated princess kicked her leg, desperately not wanting to release the ever-growing monster within her loudly-gurgling bowels.
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“...thank you, I am honoured to be your… h-humble… ruler…” She breathed heavily.
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“Please speak a bit louder so that the entire crowd can hear you, Queen Arla.”
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“Of course,” She loudly yipped with a whimper. “A-Anyway, today I am courteously blessed to wear the crown of my father and begin my rule over this land…”
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Hurrying down the script was going well at first, even though she was constantly groaning and sweating as she was forced to clench her asscheeks harder than ever before. The sight of every important noble, rich citizen, and Prince Drevon amongst the crowd made her determined to maintain the decency her cursed diaper hadn’t already taken from her. Standing in a pooped diaper, knowing how much worse it would be if she let go, only encouraged her to keep trying.
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“...my father’s death was one of the greatest hardships this kingdom has ever had, and every day I miss his guiding words…” She lied. “...and I promise that I will try my best to follow in his great footsteps, leading us to a bright future!” Arla shuffled back and forth, accidentally causing her full diaper to squish more poop.
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“Bless the queen!” Prince Drevon said, holding up his drink. As the princess felt another intense jolt from her bowels which were now feeling as if they were about to explode, she tried to continue speaking…
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“Yes, bless the new queen!” One of Drevon’s knights joined in, also raising their drink.
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“No… Pbbbbt
… no, please let me f-finish…” Feeling a wet fart rip, the princess begged for the crowd to have mercy on her, but once the storm broke there was no letting up.
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“Bless the queen for many happy years to come!”
“Bless the kingdom and its beautiful queen!
“Bless the queen! Bless the queen!”
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Within a matter of seconds, it went from a slow buildup of individual crowd members saying the word, each making princess Arla’s bowels ache and cramp more and more as more poop begged to be dropped… to the entire crowd loudly chanting it at once.
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“Bless the queen! Bless the queen! Bless the queen! Bless the queen!” Everyone repeated, and Princess Arla, tears streaming down her face, sucked the air through her teeth. Her gut ached and the gurgling sounded like an oncoming tidal wave, until the wormhole of mushy poop in her bowels became too much for the poor princess to handle…
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“Not now, please, I won’t be able to stop… please let me save it…”
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“I don’t want to be a diaper princess just because my father pissed off a diaper spirit…”
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“...please…”
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BLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

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With a loud, messy fart ripping that swamped the entire room in an awful, nauseous smell of steaming, ripe poop, Princess Arla had no choice left to grunt and whimper as stinky load after load of mushy mess began to pile up in the seat of her diaper. She felt tons of poop quickly push its way out of her body and loudly smear its way across the back of her padding, causing the entire diaper to bulge out another couple of inches thanks to the onslaught of poop being crammed into the diaper.
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“No, no no no-” She tried to clench her bowels and wrangle hold again, but stinky mudslides continued to explode from her ass. Every few seconds, with a loud grunt and her arms crossed in useless attempts to hold the poop in, the princess’s massive, brown diaper would lump out another few inches thanks to the tons of poop being dropped into it.
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After a few intense pushes of several days’ worth of poop into her ever-stinkier, fuller, lumpier pamper, each load of poop causing her humiliated face to blush redder, her dress’ skirt was lifted up by the giant diaper, and the entire crowd finally got the connect the awful, noxious poopy smell to the bulging diaper itself.
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“PLEASE DON’T BLRRRRRRRRRRRT![/b] LOOK AT IT!” The princess sobbed, still forced to push more and more mush into the diaper that was already smearing her own waste against her legs and back as it expanded more and more.
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“The new queen wears diapers!?”
“That’s an understatement, looking how big that thing is! Has she been holding in her poop for months?”
The crowd broke out into laughter as Princess Arla had no choice but to keep lumping out her diaper, which was now so much heavier than she was that she fell backwards into its lumpy mass. She grunted and pushed another avalanche of built up poop into the padding, causing its lumpy form to bulge out all the way across the podium to the wall. The other nobles waiting behind her quickly dived out of the way as it quickly expanded out a few feet, and even though the princess had already pooped over several times her own weight, her bowels continued to gurgle.
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The only things that drowned out the laughing and the teasing at the princess as she was forced to continuously mess herself... were her own wet farts every time another massive load of stinky mush pushed its way out of her spread, poop-covered ass.
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“What kind of powerful queen is a stinky hypermesser!?”
“I knew that she wasn’t ready to be a ruler, but I had no idea Princess Arla was not even prepared for potty training yet!”
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“Nuuuu… please… I-I can’t control it!” The crying princess kept pushing more and more muck into her massive diaper, each stinky load of warm mess voiding from her bowels causing her monstrously giant, squishy diaper to take up a few more tiles of the ballroom as its mass bulged out from behind her, now lifting her up as she kept being forced to poop more and more steaming, fresh mudslides into it.
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“Poor queen must suffer for what her ignorant father took from me~” In a singing voice, she could look over and see Prince Drevon walking towards her. The crowds of people around him, who were previously laughing as the princess had no choice but to continuously poop her ever-growing diaper, were now equally in awe at the changing image of Prince Drevon.
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“W-What is going splorrrrrrrtch-[/b]” With another heavy grunt and disgusted squint, the crying princess forced another massive load of fresh poop from her anus out into her diaper, and she soon found her diaper taking up over half of the ballroom. This was more poop than she had ever produced before, and it was all on display in this gross, lumpy, giant brown diaper she had no choice but to wear. “...on?”
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The diaper spirit giggled, revealing herself as the form of Prince Drevon dissipated, faded into the glowing woman who had been seen all of those years ago, when the six chilling verses were originally heard throughout the kingdom.
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She grabbed and squished a large, brown lump of princess Arla’s massive diaper, embarrassing her with the loud squelch noises as she continued to helplessly poop it. The crowds continued to pinch their noses and wince as the sight of her poopy diaper, as if the awful smell all around her didn’t remind her enough of how humiliating this was.
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“And this stinky little hypermessing ‘queen’ now gets the privilege of spending the rest of her life as my pamper-pooping pet~”
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“Y-You’re the one who blorrrrt!
cursed me?” The princess whimpered, with another wince forced to push more steaming, fresh muck into the seat of her diaper which was smearing her fresh, brown poop all down her ass and legs. “All b-because my father did something to you!? W-Why not punish him!?”
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“Oh, perhaps you should ask how that well-used diaper feels about being full of your fresh poopy sludge before assuming he went unpunished~”
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“What ever do you mean! I-I’m pooping in the king right now!?” The princess’ eyes went wide as she looked around at her bulging diaper that now filled a large portion of the room with how much she had been forced to poop into it. “P-Please-”
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“That is right…” The diaper spirit giggled, still feeling and smearing the princess’ muck through her diaper. “He will spend eternity with his skin replaced with soft, squishy padding, being worn around my diaper pet’s waist, helpless to do anything but let his diaper body expand all brown and full every time she pushes a stinky load of squishy poop into him~ How I wonder which of you the smell is worse for.”
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“B-But…” Princess Arla sniffled, her cheeks red, embarrassed to no end at the notion that she would be forced to publically shit herself any more, especially knowing that her humiliating diapers would have minds of their own. “I-I do not want to be your diaperpet!”
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“I suppose your ideal choice would be a life of queenhood, in that case.” Her giggling only grew louder as the helpless princess filled her stinky diaper with a fresh load of squishy poop, sliming across her ass and oozing through her gigantic diaper. “Or are you scared to become a queen. Is that it, you do not want people to constantly be calling you their queen?”
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BLOOOOORT! FAAAAAAAAAAART! SQUELCH![/i] The princess’ bowels loudly rumbled each time the word was spoken, followed by being forced to push mudslide after mudslide of poop into her diaper that she was planning to keep clean.
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“P-Please stop…” She sobbed, never feeling so degraded before in her life. Her kingdom had never seen a diaper so full, lumpy, and stained dark brown, yet it was around her waist. Each load of poop was on full display right now, and she was still helpless to even take the diaper off. Even if she was changed, the second anyone said the Q word, she would be forced to soil herself and lug around the mess for god knows how long!
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“I-I cannot be queen…”
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“What, so scared of being in power that you can’t help but poop yourself on the spot? Is that it?”
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“N-No, I am not scared! Y-You just cursed me!”
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“Both of us know you were unprepared to become queen, Arla…”
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When on full display, my pet has no choice but to mess~
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The sight of her clearly full diapers, unhidden by her dress, a source of great distress~
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A pet, or even less, an obedient property that I possess to regress~
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Whenever commanded, she replies “yes” lest be forced to mess in excess~

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“Go on, my pet - show the peasants how big your stinkies, prove your diaper dependence, and suck your binky~” The diaper spirit pet the head of the broken princess. The head rubs provided warmth, but not nearly as much as a padded diaper, let alone a diaper smearing lots of steaming waste against her…
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The former princess cried through her gagging pacifier at the spirit’s feet.
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Her bowels began to rumble again. She knew what was about to happen to her, how long she would be forced to wallow around with her own muck held between her legs, squishing and squelching back and forth, but she also knew how useless it was to fight.
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For the first week or so of her new, diapered life, she certainly tried to battle her owner, which only made her suffering worse. The majority of the time, yelling “GET ME OUT OF THIS STUPID DIAPER! I AM SUPPOSED TO BE THE QUEEN- BLORT![/b]” would only encourage her owner to refuse her a change for an entire day. Some days, she would be changed out of her mushy, full diapers without asking, but more likely than not, Arla would have to beg “like a good pet” if she wanted to be freed from carrying her body weight of warm mush in the seat of her diaper.
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Her new life of helplessly voiding the contents of her bowels right in front of random people, being treated like nothing but the stinky pet of the diaper spirit constantly made her eyes as wet as her peed diapers, but she knew not to fight anymore. There was no use - every time she would try to escape, a few hours later her diapers would be so full with her mucky mess that she could not carry them anymore.
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Since she was unable to change herself out of the full pampers, she would have to resort to begging a random stranger to change her. This would lead to her being reported, brought back to her “owner,” and promptly being punished by being forced to push a load of mucky mess into her diapers that was bigger than the village itself.
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And so now, when her owner asked her to defile her clean diapers on command, through her sobbing eyes she obediently nodded before loudly sucking on her pacifier and dropping a large mass of warm poop into the seat of her diaper. She whimpered, feeling her diaper expanding to hold all of it, and even after she finished pooping herself, at the slightest movements she could feel the large load of squishy poop slosh back and forth in her diapers, which had been stained brown from their clean pink colour.
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“Awwww~ Such an obedient pet~”
“She must be a real stinker if she’s able to poop herself that much on command!”
“How much does she love sitting in full, poopy diapers all day?”
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Their words made her curl up more as she dejectedly laid on the floor, weeping every time someone would reach down and press the brown seat of her diaper against her ass, causing the warm poop inside to spread and slime all over her.
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It was now an extraordinarily rare privilege to not feel a lump of her own poop being heaved around in her diaper, and being able to smell through her sniffly nose without being burdened by the horrendous stench of the waste she was ashamed to have made was even more scarce. She had not gotten used to it - it was still immensely disgusting to be sitting in a full diaper, essentially wearing a badge for her inability to hold in her bowels, but Arla had grown grateful simply for the times when her diaper was not the size of a barrel.
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“Good girl~” Her owner would scratch her pet behind the ears, before reaching down and squishing her used diaper. “Now let’s take you out for a walk through the kingdom, let everyone see your full pamper.”
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As the princess winced at the horrific thought of what was about to happen, the song played over and over in her ears - the only thing louder than the squelches of her padded diapers.
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Rumbles of her bowels - Squishes of her mess, louder than any piper~
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Of her stench, nothing will ever cover, conceal, or wipe her~
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Her steaming, mushy, humiliating loads hyper~
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The princess helplessly stuck in a lumpy, full diaper~~
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Many years after the king ticked off a powerful sorceress, she returns to give the princess a particularly smelly curse.

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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Rating: General

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