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She flipped idly through the pages of a dense, leather-bound novel, trying unsuccessfully to focus her attention on the meandering plot.\n\n\tA knock echoed from the hall, sharp and insistent. Before Octavia could muster a response, the door creaked open, revealing Stolas' towering form. He was dressed impeccably, as usual, with a crushed velvet cape swirling around his shoulders like a crimson shadow. He hesitated in the doorway, four eyes blinking in rapid succession, as if rehearsing his words one last time. ``Octavia, my dear? Might I...have a word with you?''\n\n\tOctavia snapped the book shut, feathers ruffling as she sat up straighter. ``What is it, Dad?''\n\n\tStolas stepped inside, talons clicking against the obsidian floor, his ordinarily regal composure marred by nervous fidgeting. He cleared his throat, one hand adjusting his top hat unnecessarily. ``Well, you see, starlight...I have plans this evening. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be going out.''\n\n\t``Yeah, I get it, Dad. You and Blitzo will be doing whatever it is you do together. Just spare me the details, would you?'' Octavia?s beak tightened with a hint of annoyance. ``There's food in the fridge, right?''\n\n\tStolas nodded vigorously, relief evident in the slouch of his shoulders. ``Of course, of course! The imps restocked it this morning - there's plenty of infernal delicacies to choose from.'' As if seized by a brief moment of confidence, he leaned in and lightly pecked Octavia on the cheek. ``Be good, starlight. Remember, the palace wards are active, so no wandering off into the rings without an escort. I've already made the necessary arrangements for you to be properly supervised.''\n\n\tWith a final, overly dramatic bow, Stolas backed out of the room, the mahogany door closing behind him with a resonant thud. The air seemed to settle in his absence as the faint echo of his talons carried down the hall.\n\n\tOctavia exhaled sharply, flopping back onto her pillows with a groan that echoed off the gothic arches. The novel tumbled from her grasp, pages splaying open on the floor. ``Great. Babysat by a hellhound while Dad?s out romping around. Especially after the diaper leaked and made a mess of my sheets last night. Just what I needed.'' She stared at the canopy above, its enchanted stars gently twinkling in ever-shifting constellations.\n\n\tAfter a while of being lost in thought, a sharp pling from the direction of the balcony window caught her attention. Startled, Octavia sat up, blinking a few times as she focused her gaze. She found it impossible to make out much of anything beyond the ornate stained-glass doors, which shimmered distractingly in the light of the gas lamps that lined the driveway.\n\n\tWith a huff, she swung her legs off the bed, talons scraping along the carpet as she padded over, curiosity edging out over fear of the unknown. Pushing the doors open, a gust of rose-scented wind tousled her hair as it spun the drapes like a pair of whirling dervishes. ``Who is it?'' she asked, bracing her hands on the marble balustrade.\n\n\t``Your favorite Overlord. Who else?'' Octavia's eyes widened as Zeezi's massive form quickly scaled the wall beside the balcony, her foot claws acting like climbing spikes. She moved with surprising speed, scales glinting like rave lights as she landed with a dull thud beside Octavia.\n\n\t``Zeezi? What are you doing here at this time of night?'' Octavia asked, ducking back inside her room as the evening chill effortlessly sliced through her thin nightgown. ``And you know that you can use the front door, right? There's no need to scale the walls like some kind of Wrath beast.''\n\n\tZeezi ducked her head under the archway with a mischievous grin as she squeezed her giant frame inside. ``Figured my favorite Goetia fledgling might like some...help with that little nighttime issue.'' She casually dropped a diaper bag formed from matte black vinyl onto the bed with a loud crinkle. ``Brought ya somethin' from the labs - perfect for handling a little bedwettin' problem.''\n\n\tOctavia arched an eyebrow, nervously clicking her talons together. ``Zeezi, what in the seven rings - how do you even know about that? I thought it was just between me and Dad!'' A rush of heat crept from her inner thighs to her throat. ``I'm not some hatchling! Why would you bring...these?''\n\n\tZeezi's grin widened. ``Heard it through the grapevine, fledgling. Servants like to gossip. There's no need to wake up to a soggy mess again. Trust me, slap one of these on and you'll wonder why ya ever bothered with other diapers.''\n\n\tOctavia fidgeted, gaze darting between Zeezi's sharp smile and the diaper bag, a mix of mortification and reluctant curiosity bubbling in her chest. Biting her tongue, she watched as Zeezi rummaged around in the bag, eventually retrieving a gleaming choker necklace in the shape of an oversized safety pin. It was forged in sterling silver, with a rainbow of gemstone accents flashing as they caught the light.\n\n\t``Hey, no shame, fledgling! Bigger pin for bigger diapers, yeah? Birds like shiny shit, right? Folks think it's just rave bling but helps to signal you don't need to duck out for bathroom breaks.'' Zeezi grinned as she opened the diaper bag wide enough for the stack of thick, plastic-backed diapers stacked inside to spill out.\n\n\t``Rave bling? Zeezi, this is...I don?t even know. Dad would blow a valve if he knew you were giving me stuff like this.'' Octavia exhaled shakily, smoothing her nightgown as the chill nipped at her exposed legs.\n\n\t``Diapers are my secret to spendin' all night in the thick of the action at the club.'' Zeezi's tail thumped the bedframe with a resonant boom, her scales shifting hues under the lamplight like a living mood ring. ``Besides, your old bird will probably be happy to be doing less laundry.''\n\n\tBefore Octavia could stammer a refusal, a firm knock rattled the hall door - sharp, like claws demanding entry. Zeezi's ears perked up as she shot Octavia a mischievous grin. ``Speak of the devil. That'll be your sitter. I'm gonna jet - wouldn't wanna scare the pup. Have fun, fledgling!''\n\n\tA moment later, with surprising dexterity, Zeezi slipped through the doors and leapt off the balcony as though imitating a comic-book villain. Still rattled, Octavia took a moment to compose herself before waving a talon over the access control pad on the nightstand. ``Come in,'' she called, voice cracking slightly.\n\n\tOctavia didn't have time to hide the bag before Loona's lanky frame passed through the doorway. The hellhound slouched in, fur tousled, red eyes rolling as she sniffed the air. ``Ugh, smells like roses and...plastic? Are you hostin' a Lust Ring tea party or somethin'?''\n\n\t``N-no...it's nothing,'' Octavia murmured, instinctively averting her eyes.\n\n\tLoona's gaze landed on the diapers peeking out from the half-closed bag. Loona's muzzle twisted into a teasing grin. ``Whoa, wait - diapers? Princess got a secret kink?''\n\n\tOctavia scrambled over the covers, closing the diaper bag in a frantic embrace. ``I'm not really - Zeezi just dropped them off...because of my new issue with bedwetting.''\n\n\tLoona barked a rough laugh and kicked the door shut behind her with the heel of her boot. ``Chill, birdie,'' she drawled, her crimson eyes gleaming with lazy amusement as her tail swayed behind her. ``Your old man's out bangin' mine while payin' me to make sure nothing bad happens while he's gone. The management of your bedwetting `problem' is between you and the mattress.''\n\n\tOctavia's feathers fluffed sharply as she clutched the glossy black bag tighter against her chest. ``So, uh...I guess you're aware now.''\n\n\tLoona's tail gave another lazy flick, red eyes narrowing playfully. ``Well, I'm paid to keep shit from happening - not to judge it. So, spill it. What've you got planned for your new...accessories?''\n\n\t``I...I didn't ask for them,'' she stammered, voice thin and trembling with embarrassment. ``Zeezi just showed up unannounced and left them here.''\n\n\tLoona plucked one of the thick diapers from the bag. The glossy plastic unfolded with a loud crinkle-crackle that cut through the awkward silence between them. Holding it, she let the bulky padding naturally sag under the pressure of gravity.\n\n\t``These look like they can handle a pretty serious `accident,''' Loona murmured, voice low and gentle. ``Want me to put you in one?''\n\n\t``I suppose that I'm seventeen now. It's not like I'm really a fledgling anymore - and Zeezi implied they'd protect the sheets a lot better than what I was using before.''\n\n\tLoona's crimson eyes softened with quiet satisfaction. ``Atta girl. No one's gonna know but us. No time like the present, even though you aren't quite ready for bed yet.'' She spread the diaper out with a loud, deliberate crinkle, then gave the bed a playful pat. ``Lie back for me. I can handle it - not the first time I've changed a diaper this big.''\n\n\tOctavia's heart hammered as she reclined against the pillows, her thin nightgown riding up her thighs. She stared fixedly at the twinkling constellations on the canopy above, too embarrassed to watch. Loona moved with surprising tenderness, slipping her strong paws under Octavia's hips to slide the thick, crinkly padding beneath her bottom. Bracing Octavia's calves on her shoulders, she lightly scootched her back until the rear waistband was even with the small of her back.\n\n\t``Now just hold still for me,'' Loona murmured, reaching over to retrieve a bottle of baby powder from inside the bag. Giving the bottle a few firm shakes, a generous cloud of sweetly scented talc drifted down onto Octavia's skin, cool and silky against her feathers. The pleasant aroma, a melange of vanilla and lavender, quickly filled the space between them.\n\n\t``Gotta make sure your diaper area is properly coated,'' Loona murmured, her voice low and soothing. Her paws began working the powder in with slow, deliberate strokes, rubbing it thoroughly into every crease and fold. ``Cute little cloaca you've got tucked away there, birdie,'' she teased with a soft chuckle. ``I might have to snap a pic...for personal usage.''\n\n\tOctavia let out a sharp, mortified chirp at Loona's bold words as fresh heat flooded her cheeks. She instinctively tried to squeeze her thighs together, but the hellhound's strong paws held them gently but firmly apart. ``Mrmph!''\n\n\tLoona's thumb traced a slow, deliberate circle around the soft, puffy rim of Octavia's cloaca, gently pressing and testing its surprising flexibility with light, teasing strokes. ``One hole to rule them all, huh?'' she murmured with a wicked little chuckle, clearly enjoying the way the princess squirmed beneath her touch. ``Relax, I'm just fuckin' with you. The diaper will keep you dry and comfortable for tonight at least.''\n\n\tOctavia twitched involuntarily as Loona finally moved on, smoothing the fine baby powder along her inner thighs with slow, thorough strokes, the silky dust making her sensitive skin tingle and burn with fresh embarrassment.\n\n\tOnce satisfied, Loona set the powder aside before she grasped the front landing strip and brought it up and over Octavia's pubic mound in one smooth motion. The diaper crinkled loudly as it pressed firmly against her slit, the blanket-soft inner padding forcing her thighs apart. After smoothing the waistband snug against her lower belly, the hellhound rolled her back and forth as she fastened the four hook-and-loop tapes.\n\n\tLoona tugged the leg cuffs snug, running a claw along the elastic to ensure a tight seal, then gave the front of Octavia's diaper a firm, possessive pat. ``There we go, Princess. All nice and padded up. How does it feel?''\n\n\t``It's thicker than the other ones,'' she managed, voice barely above a whisper. A moment later, she gasped as Loona casually rolled her onto her side to thread her tail through the elastic gusset in the diaper's seat.\n\n\tOctavia shifted experimentally, the thick padding rustling loudly with every small movement. A deep blush burned under her feathers as she felt the snug embrace around her hips and bottom, the soft inner lining pressing warmly against her pubic mound like a constant, gentle reminder. ``It...it feels weird,'' she whispered, voice shaky. ``I'm definitely going to have to waddle around in this one.''\n\n\tLoona's ears perked, her crimson eyes sparkling with teasing warmth as she gave the front of the diaper another affectionate pat. ``That's the best part, Princess. I thought you Ars Goetia were all about living luxuriously?''\n\n\tOctavia let out a shaky breath, her feathers fluffing involuntarily as she tried - and failed - to press her thighs together. The thick padding between her legs resisted stubbornly, forcing them to remain slightly parted. ``Luxurious isn't exactly how I'd describe it,'' she replied with a soft blush. The diaper was incredibly bulky, the snug tapes holding everything firmly in place around her hips and bottom.\n\n\tLoona grinned, clearly pleased with herself. ``You say that now but just give it a couple hours. These things are built for serious use.'' She gave the front of the padded crotch another firm, possessive pat, making the diaper crinkle loudly under her paw. ``Feels pretty secure though, right? There won't be any leaks tonight if you have another `accident.'''\n\n\t``So, how about we head downstairs, grab some snacks, and find something to watch?'' She grinned as she offered a paw to help Octavia stand. ``I've got all night to babysit that cute, crinkly bottom of yours.''\n\n\tOctavia took Loona's offered paw, shoulders trembling slightly as she swung her legs off the bed. The moment she stood, the thick diaper forced her gait into an unmistakable waddle. Every step produced a loud rustle that echoed off the stone walls. ``Stars above...I sound like a walking garbage bag,'' she muttered.\n\n\tLoona's tail wagged lazily as she guided Octavia toward the door. ``Nah, you sound like someone who's finally being properly taken care of. C'mon...kitchen's got those hellfire-spiced crisps you like; I already checked. We'll grab a bowlful and park on the couch.''\n\n\t``You know,'' the hellhound said casually as they descended the staircase, ``if you ever wanna get back at someone - say, one of those snooty Goetia - you can eat a ton of asparagus first. Makes your piss smell absolutely foul. Just flood your diaper on purpose. No one's the wiser, and you get sweet olfactory revenge without lifting a talon.''\n\n\tOctavia's eyes widened, feathers fluffing in shock even as a tiny spark of curiosity flickered in her gaze. ``You're joking.''\n\n\tLoona barked a laugh and flopped onto the massive couch, pulling Octavia down beside her. Fortunately, the pillow-like padding made the abrupt landing surprisingly comfortable, the thick diaper compressing with a loud, muffled crinkle. ``Dead serious. Reminds me of the foster home back in the Wrath Ring.''\n\n\tLoona's voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone. ``They had this hallway changing table for all the pups with bedwetting issues. No privacy, just a big padded slab under the fluorescent lights where everyone could see. Whenever we wanted to fuck with someone, we'd load up on asparagus or anything else that sharpened the smell of our piss. One night, this new dickhead employee got stuck changing this kid who'd downed three bowls of the stuff - turned green the second he peeled that diaper open. We laughed for weeks afterward.''\n\n\t``Did you ever...use your diaper for the other thing?'' Octavia asked, immediately blushing as soon as the words left her beak.\n\n\tLoona's ears perked sharply at the question, her crimson eyes lighting up with wicked delight. She chuckled softly and shifted closer on the couch, kicking her feet up across Octavia's lap.\n\n\t``Ohhh, the other thing,'' she drawled, not bothering to soften the word. ``You mean actually shitting in your diaper on purpose?'' Loona grinned, flashing sharp teeth. ``Yeah. A few times back in the foster home.''\n\n\tOctavia blushed as a little flutter stirred low in her belly at the mental image of Loona squatting down and pushing, the seat of her diaper sagging while everyone watched.\n\n\t``But the best one was this quiet pup who was always getting picked on by one of the older bitches. He'd hold it all day, eat whatever made it extra thick and nasty, then just casually squat down and fill the seat of his diaper while staring her dead in the eyes. The smell that rolled out when she finally had to change him on that hallway table? Enough to make her puke on the spot...''\n\n#\n\n\tThe memory hit Loona with a wicked little grin, her crimson eyes half-lidded as she leaned back against the couch cushions. She could still see him, bright as daylight, in her mind's eye. The scrawny hellhound pup named Rusty, who never said much but took every shove, every cruel nickname, and every stolen blanket without complaint. He was small for his age, ribs showing under patchy red-brown fur, ears always half-flattened like he was bracing for the next hit. \n\n\tThe older bitches - a pack of three snarling girls who ruled the foster home like it was their personal stomping ground - had made him their favorite target. They'd trip him in the cafeteria line, steal his portion of slop, and laugh when he'd just lower his head and keep walking.\n\n\tThat night, though, Rusty had finally had enough.\n\n\tAll day he'd been quiet in a different way. No one noticed him loading his tray with three extra helpings of the cafeteria's infamous bean-and-asparagus casserole - more grease and psyllium husk than vegetable - which smelled like swamp water even before coming out the other end. Loona remembered watching him from across the mess hall, wondering what the quiet kid was up to. He never met anyone's eyes, just kept eating with slow, deliberate bites until his belly swelled under his threadbare shirt.\n\n\tLights-out came and the hallway filled with pups shuffling toward the showers in their cheap, super-bulky diapers. The barely-dimmed fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum. Rusty stopped dead in the middle of the corridor, right where everyone could see. He planted his paws wide, tail flagging high, and locked eyes with the biggest bully - a mean-muzzled girl named Grit who'd made his life hell for months.\n\n\tWithout a word, he squatted down and balled his fists.\n\n\tThe thick, garbage-bag plastic of his diaper crinkled loudly in the sudden silence. Rusty's face tightened with effort, ears pinned flat, and he bore down hard. A low, strained grumble escaped his tummy - a sound that would come only from having held back an enormous mess for hours. Prrrrrbbbbbtttttt! An obnoxiously loud wet fart escaped into his padding as his tail flagged skyward.\n\n\tA moment later, the seat of his padding began to tent outward beneath his tail. First came the soft, wet splortch of the mess pushing out, thick and gooey, tugging the bottom curve of the bulky padding down towards the floor. Psssshhhhhh. As he evacuated his bladder, the front of his diaper began to match the sag of the rear.\n\n\t``Hnng...mrmph...nngh!'' \n\n\tThe diaper sagged further between his thighs, plastic shell creaking under the weight as the dense, earthy log began to coil in the rear as it could expand no further. Another push, another wet plorp-crackle, and the droop grew more prominent, rounding out the seat until the back of his diaper looked like it might split down the middle.\n\n\tThe smell hit next - pungent, thick, and viciously foul. It rolled through the hallway in an almost physical wave of ripe, sulfurous asparagus mixed with the deep, almost sweet rot of digested beans. Pups nearby gagged and backed away, covering their muzzles. Grit's eyes went wide, her smirk vanishing as the stench slammed into her muzzle.\n\n\tRusty never looked away. He just kept pushing, a third heavy wave forcing its way out with a long, squelching prrrrrbbblortch that strained the quad tapes fastened around his hips. Visibly discolored in shades of brown and yellow, his diaper was so packed that it forced his legs apart in an awkward, bow-legged stance. Even as a final few wet farts sputtered out of him, he continued to stare Grit down with a calm, self-satisfied smirk on his muzzle.\n\n\tThe hallway had gone completely silent except for the soft squelching of Rusty's overloaded padding as he rose from a squat and the occasional horrified cough from one of the other pups.\n\n\tA new volunteer - a harried imp who'd only been on the night shift for a week - finally snapped out of her shock. ``What in the seven rings - hey! You! Kid!'' She rushed forward, grabbing Rusty by the scruff of his neck and half-dragging him toward the public changing table at the end of the hall. The slab was nothing fancy: just a wide, padded surface under the brightest overhead light - completely exposed for convenience - which permitted every pup walking past to watch.\n\n\tThe volunteer unceremoniously lifted the small hellhound onto the table and laid him on his back. Rusty's massively swollen diaper sagged heavily between his spread legs, the seat bulging obscenely and threatening to spill its contents onto weathered vinyl beneath him.\n\n\tThe imp woman wrinkled her nose, gagging once before she pointed straight at Grit, who was still standing frozen a few feet away with her muzzle clamped shut.\n\n\t``You - Grit, right? Get over here and change him. Now.''\n\n\tGrit's ears shot straight up. ``What? No way! I'm not - ''\n\n\t``You're the oldest pup on this floor,'' the volunteer snapped, voice sharp with exhaustion and disgust. ``That means you're old enough to help when someone makes a mess like this. Either you change him properly or you lose dessert privileges for the rest of the year. Your choice.''\n\n\tGrit's face twisted in horror, but she knew she had no real choice. With dragging steps and her tail tucked tight between her legs, she approached the changing table. The other pups had gathered in a loose semicircle, watching in stunned, delighted silence.\n\n\tRusty just lay there, legs in the air, bulging diaper beneath, like an oversized toddler. He didn't need to taunt Grit verbally to convey the message.\n\n\tGrit peeled the tapes open with visibly shaking paws - schrip...schrip...schrip...schrip. The moment she let the bloated front of the diaper roll down, the full stench burst outward like a physical slap. Rusty's fur was completely caked in a sticky disaster that had completely coated the inner core beneath him. The volunteer had to turn away, retching into her elbow.\n\n\tGrit gagged hard, eyes watering as she tried to wipe the worst of it away with an undersized wet cloth. ``This is fucking disgusting,'' she hissed under her breath, but she kept working, muzzle contorted in revulsion while Rusty stared up at her with calm, triumphant eyes.\n\n\tFrom that night on, no one in the foster home ever messed with Rusty again.\n\n#\n\n\tOctavia's talons dug into the cushion, thighs trembling as much as the bulky diaper would allow. ``That's... that's awful,'' she managed, though the words came out breathy and uncertain.\n\n\tLoona leaned in closer, hot breath brushing Octavia's cheek. ``Awful? Or kinda hot?'' Her paw lingered, gently stroking the cushy padding. ``Be honest. You squirming because you're imagining what it'd feel like to just...let go in this big, thick diaper, right?''\n\n\tBefore Octavia could answer, a sharp tap-tap-tap came from the balcony window - someone outside, testing the glass. Loona's ears shot straight up, crimson eyes narrowing instantly. In a blur of motion, she was on her feet, body shifting, fur bristling as her feral form began to take over. ``Stay here,'' she growled, voice already dropping into something deeper, wilder. Her limbs lengthened, shoulders broadening into powerful haunches, claws extending with a soft click against the marble.\n\n\tOctavia's breath caught at the sight, the feral hellhound a beast of exquisite power. A second later the doors leading onto the kitchen veranda rattled open. Loona dropped into a low crouch, lips peeled back and massive paws planted protectively in front of her charge.\n\n\tThe shadow that tumbled through the doorway, however, was no intruder. Blitzo staggered in unsteadily, reeking of cheap booze. His eyes widened comically at the sight of Loona blocking his path. ``Whoa, whoa, easy there, Loony-Toony! Where the fuck is Stolas? I thought he was meeting me here.''\n\n\t``Blitz?'' she growled, voice low and distorted. ``What the actual fuck? You're supposed to be out with Stolas. And you decided breaking in through the balcony was the smart move?''\n\n\tBlitzo blinked several times, clearly very drunk, before his eyes finally focused on the massive, feral hellhound standing protectively in front of the couch. ``Oh shit, didn't realize you were on babysitting duty.''\n\n\tLoona's ears flattened. ``I swear to Satan, I will bite your ass.''\n\n\t``Fine, fine, I'll leave you be,'' Blitzo replied, casually pilfering a golden-hued bottle of Tokaji from a nearby wine rack. He tucked it under his arm like a trophy while swaying unsteadily on his hooves. ``I'll go and find Stolas myself. He's probably wondering where his favorite imp went.''\n\n\tAfter giving a sloppy salute with the bottle, Blitzo tumbled back out the balcony doors into the night. The doors clicked shut behind him, leaving the room suddenly quiet. Grunting with effort, Loona tried to shake off the shift, but nothing happened. Her body refused to shrink back to her usual lanky form.\n\n\t``Fuck,'' she muttered, voice still a resonant baritone. Her powerful haunches shifted, tail lashing, and a hot, involuntary trickle suddenly escaped her. It splashed against the marble floor before condensing into a small, glistening puddle. Loona's crimson eyes widened in mortification. ``Shit - can't hold it. Not like this.\n\n\t``You really can't shift back?'' Octavia asked, voice shaky.\n\n\tLoona's ears flattened, a rare flush visible beneath her fur. ``Not yet. Just...go get the bag. I'm sure Zeezi left extras.'' She lowered herself onto all fours, tail raised high in humiliated surrender as another warm stream began to dribble down her thigh. ``Hurry, birdie. Before I flood your whole fucking palace.''\n\n\tOctavia's talons clicked uncertainly on the marble as she waddled upstairs, diaper loudly rustling with each step. The heavy bulk between her thighs made her gait clumsy, forcing her to sway her hips in a way that only reinforced the sensation of being an oversized toddler. Fortunately, after digging around in the diaper bag for a few moments, she was pleased to discover that Zeezi had provided a range of sizes.\n\n\tAfter returning to the living room, Octavia knelt carefully beside Loona. ``I... I've never done this before,'' she murmured. ``Y'know...changing someone else.''\n\n\tLoona huffed, the sound low and embarrassed, her massive feral body trembling slightly on all fours. ``Just...go on and get it over with, before I start dribbling again.'' She raised her tail higher in humiliated surrender, exposing the dark-furred mound of her vulva, before rolling onto her back.\n\n\tOctavia quickly unfurled the largest diaper from the bag, the thick plastic shell crinkling as she slid it beneath Loona's haunches. The hellhound shifted her hind legs wider to accommodate the bulky padding. ``Okay...this next part may take me a second.''\n\n\tPoking her tongue out of the tip of her beak as she focused her full attention on the task, Octavia carefully tugged the rear waistband higher, trying to line it up evenly with the front. Loona's nether regions hovered just above the open padding, beads of urine still glistening on the rim of her plump slit.\n\n\tLoona let out a strained whine, her powerful haunches trembling. ``Octavia...hurry - ''\n\n\tJust as Octavia brought the front of the diaper up, a forceful stream of urine began to spatter into the confines of the waiting diaper. Psssshhhhhh. The golden liquid soaked instantly into the fluffy inner padding, darkening a wide patch right in the center as Octavia froze, eyes wide.\n\n\t``Oh stars - '' Octavia squeaked, trying desperately to ensure the standing leak guards prevented the flood from spilling out through the leg cuffs. Despite Loona clenching her thighs, the stream kept coming, pitter-pattering noisily against the plastic backsheet. The sharp, musky scent of fresh piss wafted upward as the absorbent core began to visibly swell.\n\n\tLoona's ears flattened completely, a mortified growl rumbling in her chest. ``Fuck...can't stop it...just get the tapes fastened, okay?''\n\n\tOctavia's cheeks burned as she finally managed to pull the front of the diaper snug against Loona, the heavy, warm wetness pressing back against the hellhound's sensitive folds. She sealed the tapes with shaky talons, each one locking the heavy padding firmly in place.\n\n\tAs soon as Octavia pulled her hands away, Loona exhaled a shaky breath, the oversized diaper now visibly bulging between her hind legs. ``Sorry, princess. I owe you, big time.''\n\n\t``Hopefully it feels okay. I tried my best,'' Octavia replied, giving the front of the swollen diaper a gentle, curious pat. The padding yielded softly under her talons, warm and heavy. ``How long until you can shift back?''\n\n\tLoona huffed, tail giving a single, defeated lash that made the diaper crinkle. ``Could be hours. Long as I'm this worked up, the change won't stick.'' She lowered herself back down onto all fours, the diaper providing her with a convenient cushion. Octavia couldn't help but stare, the dark patch of wetness slowly radiating outward as the absorbent core continued to wick away the last of the flood. ``Guess you're stuck babysitting a giant, pissy hellhound for a while, princess.''\n\n\tOctavia hesitated, then reached out and rested a gentle talon on the front of Loona's bulging diaper. The padding was noticeably warmer than before, lightly indenting under the pressure of her talons. ``It doesn't feel like it's going to leak at least,'' she said reassuringly.\n\n\t``So, what now, birdie? You gonna sit here and stare at my soggy ass all night, or are we actually gonna do something while I'm stuck like this?'' Loona asked with a playful snort.\n\n\t``I...I don't know,'' Octavia admitted quietly. Her own thick padding crinkled loudly as she shifted her we???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n$\n\n\tLoona let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through her massive frame. ``It's not that complicated. Just pick something, princess. Movie? Snacks? Or are you just gonna keep poking at my pissy padding like it's the most interesting thing in the Pride Ring? I know you're thinking about it...''\n\n\tOctavia's feathers fluffed deeply, her index talon still resting lightly on the warm, swollen front of Loona's padding. The soft, yielding squish beneath her touch sent another flutter through her tummy, equal parts embarrassment and curiosity. ``Maybe we could watch something,'' she whispered, voice barely above a breath. ``And...maybe I'll keep an eye on your diaper. Y'know, just in case.''\n\n\tLoona's crimson eyes sparkled with quiet amusement. ``That's my girl. C'mere, padded princess. Let's make this a proper night in...''\n\n~END~\n\n- PAGE -\n\n" }