[ABDL, Soiling]
“This place is so strange…”
A quiet voice echoed throughout the halls of one of the far-off naval bases, as the owner looked around the place. Everywhere she looked, she could see white garments wrapped around the waists of girls that shouldn’t be wearing them, and…
“Oh, Ayanami? I wasn’t expecting you for another week.” A familiar voice spoke out to the recent arrival, as a purple-haired Destroyer walked over to greet her. A destroyer that had the very same type of infantile garment equipped, though like everyone else she didn’t seem too bothered by it. She treated it as just another daily occurrence…
Ayanami looked at her friend, Javelin, before frowning just a little. While yes, she was happy to see her again… She didn’t understand why she had to wear that thing. “Javelin. I’m glad you’re still alright, but do you really have to wear that thing?” She asked, her eyes practically glued to it.
“I have to. My injuries couldn’t be fixed, and…” Javelin paused, before smiling slightly. “I’ve honestly gotten used to it. You’d be surprised how quickly it just becomes another part of refueling. Even if I would prefer to do it myself, there’s always somebody around that can help me with it.” She explained, keeping her hand on her padded hip. “I think you’d like it just as much.”
The white-haired Destroyer looked at her friend with a mixture of worry and honest curiosity, before slowly shaking her head. “I’ll… Pass for now. Can you show me to the Admiral’s office? I’d like to let them know that I’ve arrived.” She tried to stick to the task at hand, the best she possibly could.
“Our Admiral is currently out at sea with one of the younger girls, to ensure that they’re fit for continued use. If you’d like, I could show you a thing or two about the base to keep you occupied. Considering you’re a part of this base for the next while, it’d help keep you up to date with everything.” The purple-haired Destroyer squished her thighs together, giggling just a little bit. “Who knows, maybe you’ll see something you like.”
Ayanami narrowed her eyes slightly before nodding. The way she put emphasis on the diaper didn’t please her too much, but since they were going to be waiting anyway… “Very well. Lead the way then.” She said, weaving her fingers between her friend’s as the two slowly walked through the base…
Javelin hid a little smile as they walked side by side, making sure to emphasize the noise that her diaper made. All while seemingly enjoying herself. Like it was just another part of her life. Not only that, but as she guided her through the base, she made sure to point out a couple of the places where girls like her, who all wore their padding as neatly as her, carried out their daily duties like anything else.
The Japanese Destroyer kept a close eye on everything. She wasn’t surprised to see several of the other Destroyers wearing diapers just like her friend, but what did surprise her was the sight of a couple of older ships wearing them just the same. In fact, she hadn’t anticipated seeing somebody like Illustrious being pushed around by Cygnet, the latter looking positively more adult than the former, who was currently giggling as she wore a onesie meant for infants.
It wasn’t just the sight of a couple of dynamics swapped around that made her raise her eyebrow. She noticed some of the other ships meant for this exchange program, Chang Chun and Fu Shun, enjoying themselves just the same. Though they seemed to be in need of a change, something that the adorable carrier Unicorn was happy to help them with, the three giggling like it was just a normal everyday occurrence...
“...Javelin, I have to ask… Is…” Ayanami paused, gulping a little as the two came to a stop. “Is literally everyone at this base wearing a diaper?” She asked the important question, wondering just how deep the rabbit hole went. How could they all stomach wearing something that large and cumbersome, and yet still find endless enjoyment from it?
The purple-haired Destroyer turned her head to smile at her friend. “Of course they are. Even the Admiral dabbled in it from time to time, though she does it more for fun than out of necessity. Actually, a good deal of us do it for fun.” She explained, as she guided her white-haired friend into the cafeteria which was currently unoccupied by anybody except for the two of them. “They took pity on me at first, but little by little, they decided to wear them entirely on their own…”
“Pity, because you were stuck in diapers…” The white-haired girl muttered as she looked down at the diaper that her friend wore, blushing a little as she noticed that the padding was actually decorated with a couple of crests that reflected the navy that she belonged to. “...How long did it take for everyone to be diapered?”
Javelin giggled, patting her friend on the head. “You can just come out and say it, you know? You wouldn’t be asking all these questions if you weren’t at least a little curious as to how it felt to wear one. Come on. Just say the magic word, and I’ll try and find a good one for you.” She chimed, being all-too-willing to get her friend hooked on the same feeling a lot of the others were.
Ayanami’s blush was quick to form. It was just like her friend to see straight through one of her roundabout plans. “F-Fine, I wanna try one. But only because you all look so happy when you wear them.” She muttered with a quieter tone, tilting her head downward just a little to avoid giving away more of her embarrassed expression.
“I’ll get you a real cute one then, Ayanami.” Her friend continued giggling as she skipped away for just a moment, needing to prepare a little extra gift for her.
The foreign Destroyer was forced to sit there and wait, kicking her legs back and forth on the bench as her thoughts spiraled around in her head. Just like every other time that Javelin had seen through her wishywashy words, she had been forced into something she wouldn’t have normally agreed to. But at the same time… She did honestly envy all of them. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a lot of the ships back home to argue, especially amongst the ones that were different classes. If they could all bond due to wearing the same type of garment, then…
“I’m baaaack.” The purple-haired Destroyer chimed as she skipped on over, with a diaper under her arm and a cup of warm milk for the newest diaper wearer. “I even got you something to drink, to celebrate that you’ve arrived at the base.” She chimed with glee, putting the thing down on the nearby table as she folded the diaper out. “Have you ever worn one of these before, at all, Ayanami?”
Ayanami shook her head, and her friend nodded in turn. “Alright, just follow my instructions. First, panties off.” The purple-haired girl asked, and she obeyed in turn. “Okay, then lie down and let me handle the rest.” She heard the command and followed her orders, laying down on the bench as the sweat ran down her face…
The white-haired Destroyer wished that it didn’t have to go this way. She wished she could just put it on herself, but she didn’t know how. The tradeoff was that her friend got a direct view at her exposed pussy. Even when they worked side by side, they were never this intimate, so naturally it caused her heart to race from the rush of emotion...
Javelin rubbed her hands together as she slid the butt of that diaper underneath her friend’s bottom, making sure to give those cute cheeks a little push to tease her. That extra push caused her to automatically lift up her legs, giving the Destroyer the chance to slide the midsection of the diaper through them, and once they fell back down into position, snapping the tapes onto the side was a piece of cake. “There we are. One brand new diaper, dry as it can be, for my new diapered friend Ayanami.”
“Y-You don’t have to call me that. You really don’t.” The white-haired girl muttered as she slowly sat up and looked down at the garment, her blush growing even redder as she noticed how it matched the one that her friend wore. “...W-Why’d you get me one of these? I’m not part of the Royal Navy…”
The purple-haired Destroyer patted her on her cute and padded posterior, winking ever slightly. “Because I didn’t have time to get one specially made for my favorite japanese friend. We’re getting ones made for you and the others in a few weeks, so you’re going to have to deal with this one for now. Is it a problem that we match?”
“N-Not at all.” Ayanami quickly shot back, before her eyes turned towards the milk. It was warm, maybe even too warm. Was it supposed to be consumed by girls her age? Actually, she shouldn’t think about that too hard, if she did then she’d just… Well, she’d look rude.
The white-haired Destroyer grabbed her complimentary glass of milk and quickly downed it, feeling the warmth rush down her throat as she let out a loud and satisfied sigh. “T-This is actually pretty thick… Is this natural milk?” She asked, looking to her friend expecting an answer.
All she saw on Javelin’s face was a bit of a strangely malicious grin, as a groan started emerging from the foreign Destroyer’s tummy. “J-Javelin, I… C-Can I go to the toilet..?” She muttered, still too embarrassed to use the brand new and totally dry diaper around her waist.
“Why should you? You’re wearing one right now. Just do what we do and use it. You saw how dirty Chang and Fu were, didn’t you? Illustrious too.” The purple-haired Destroyer chimed, not giving her the chance to run away. Not when she had fallen this far into her trap.
Ayanami couldn’t argue against that. But she was still too embarrassed, or maybe too proud to use something as infantile as this. “P-Please, Javelin. Let me go use the toilet..!” She cried out, the pressure in her stomach growing second by second…
She didn’t get permission. She didn’t even get the chance to get permission, because her begging was cut short rather rudely by a set of loud and bombastic *FRRRTS* and *BRRRAP*s echoing from her hidden hole. The only time she had ever sounded so loud was when she was forced to excrete, and that was through medical procedures to ensure that nothing was wrong with her body. W-Why did she sound like that, right now..?
Javelin giggled as she listened to the start of the symphony of flatulence echoing from her friend. “That’s it. Just let it all go, Ayanami. You’ll be such a cute baby, just like everyone else.” It was time to stop acting like being an adult mattered. Now it was time to enjoy herself, as she pushed a little herself. While her *FRrrrt*s weren’t as loud, they were definitely wetter…
Ayanami wanted to cry out for help, but by the time the words tried to leave her lips, it was already too late. Runny waste was pouring out of her buttocks in a matter of moments, filling the back of her diaper and thoroughly soaking it while tainting it with a disgusting brown shade. It wasn’t just her bowels that had been affected by the medicinal laxative that was in her milk, as her bladder was aching while it pushed its contents out, causing the front of her diaper to grow wet and soggy in a matter of moments…
“S-Stop, th-this is…” She muttered, tears slowly running down her cheeks. She should be hating all of this, the tears were proof. But the way that her diaper squished against her butt, the way that the soggy padding rubbed up against her… It was making her feel good. It was why a bit of a moan slipped out between her groans, a moan that was quickly joined by the girl in front of her.
The white-haired Destroyer watched her friend give into her own needs, the back of her diaper growing heavy with waste. Coils of pure poopy rushed out of her as they weighed down on her diaper, discoloring it. And yet she felt absolutely no shame. It was just another part of life. Being a big baby and filling one’s diaper was the duty of every ship at this naval base…
“Mmmmph…” Javelin moaned and giggled as she slowly reached forward, inching into a kiss with her friend… while also pushing her hand down on the other girl’s diaper, forcing the soggy parts closer to her slickened pussy, just to force her closer to the breaking point.
Ayanami could feel it. She could feel the push on her privates. And that was the last push she needed. Something clicked inside her head, and the poop that was still rushing out of her practically exploded into her padding, a loud moan echoing throughout the cafeteria as she immodestly orgasmed.
The wet diarrhea-like shits were crowding around in her diaper, all while the pee and the cum that just poured out of her pussy started mixing together as it all soaked up. Just like everyone else at the base, she was ready to love and enjoy her diaper. And the first way that materialized…
Was how quickly she pushed out more and more. There was so much waste backed up in her bowel. Once the runnier parts had finished pouring out, little nuggets worth of poopy popped out of her hole. They were numerous, all of them being mushed together into one big wet pile that squished underneath her butt…
By the time she finished messing herself, she had a diaper that was packed so full that it looked to be twice as big as Javelin’s, and that one was already looking absolutely packed thanks to the kind of expert she had become at intentionally messing herself…
“This is just like you, Ayanami. You keep trying to avoid something you’d be great at, and when you finally try it out, you knock it out of the park…” The purple-haired Destroyer giggled as she leaned forward, her orgasm being much more modest compared to the one her friend had. “So much packed into such a small space… We’re definitely getting you your very own kinds of diapers, just in time to greet everyone else. Then you can show them the kind of baby girl you’ve become...”
Ayanami nodded very slowly, before she collapsed into her friend’s arms. She was giggling, like she had pooped out a bit of her adulthood for real. She was tuckered out, she was exhausted… and she was happy, just like everyone else in the base. And just like them, she’d happily admit what she was…
“Mmhm… I’m a little baby girl who loves to go poopy…” She muttered one last time, squishing the diaper between her thighs just like her friend always did.