[ABDL, Soiling, Diapers, Diaper Use]

It was dark. Very dark. So dark that it was a wonder that the girl could even perceive her own sight. Especially after the headache that pulsed through her head, causing no end to her pain…

Sitting in the darkness was a single girl, clad in a simple and cute sailor-like uniform that showed off her midriff and her arms. Combine that with her elegant stockings, and the kitty ears atop of her head, and it was easy to tell that she belonged to the Sakura Empire. Why she had ended up here, that was a different question entirely.

“Who would dare harm the great Yukikaze..?” The young cat-eared Destroyer, Yukikaze, muttered as she slowly shook her head. The last thing she remembered before she arrived in this pitch-black nothingness was hearing about an exchange programme, and how Ayanami had gone to the naval base, Maidens’ Dream, ahead of her…

She blinked a couple of times, her memories coming back to her. Right. Yeah… She had arrived at the base, and was greeted by the ship girls that were currently docked there. But there was something off about them, and when she went to question the Admiral…

“Finally, you’re awake, Yukikaze.” A familiar voice cut through the darkness, as a light turned on over the girl’s head, illuminating her current predicament. Stuck on a featureless floor, with a familiar white-haired girl standing not far from where she sat.

Yukikaze sighed as she got up onto her feet. At least she could see something now. “This base doesn’t know how to treat important ships, hmph! Well, at least you’re here now, Ayanami. At least you know a thing or two about proper care.” The proud cat-eared girl prattled on and on, while looking around in an attempt to figure out just what this room was.

“Even in a situation like this, you remain as proud as ever, Yukikaze.” Her friend’s usually calm tone echoed around, as she stepped further into the light to illuminate her body a little more. “I wonder if you’ll stay so proud when we’re done with this procedure…”

The proud-minded Destroyer raised an eyebrow as she heard those words. Since when did Ayanami hold such attachment to this base? Moreover, just what was that bulging between her thigh-

Yukikaze did a double take as she gave her friend another onceover. At a glance, she was completely fine. There didn’t seem to be any kind of damage on her body. But underneath her usual blue sailor skirt, the kind that usually blew around during missions, sat a garment that screamed danger to the new visitor…

“Ayanami. Don’t try to dodge this question, or I’ll make sure the Admiral hears. Why on earth are you wearing a diaper!?” The cat-eared girl shouted, practically screaming as she jabbed her finger towards her friend, visibly unnerved by her choice in underwear.

The diapered Destroyer didn’t respond verbally, squatting down ever slightly as a slight hissing sound left her nethers. A sound that was accompanied by the crotch part of her diaper growing wet and soggy and yellow in a matter of moments. Not just a little, quite a lot, to the point where it looked like it might just leak a little…

“A-Ayanami! I said don’t dodge the question!” Yukikaze shouted as she grabbed her friend by the collar, shaking her around violently. “I didn’t say pee your pants like an overgrown infant, are you mad!?”

Her thoroughly soaked friend just stared into her eyes as she grabbed her wrists, breaking her hold with ease. “I need them, Yukikaze. So will you, after you’ve been put through the Infitting process. Otherwise, you won’t feel welcome here at Maidens’ Dream.” The white-haired girl said as she kept her hands firmly grasped around those wrists.

“Infitting!? What do you mean, Ayanami!?” The cat-eared girl couldn’t calm down. Not after that kind of treatment. And, since she was such a genius of a ship girl, it wasn’t hard for her to realize exactly what that implied. She knew of the retrofitting process, she knew that infants wore diapers, and she knew that she had to fit in. “What, did you go through some sort of demented retrofitting process that’s made you addicted to these things or something!?”

Ayanami gasped a little, mockingly given the lack of proper emotion. “You’re as clever as ever, Yukikaze. That means I won’t have to beat around the bush.” The girl let go of her friend’s wrists, smiling slightly as she squished her thighs together. “You’ll be infitted and made to love your diapers, just like every other baby at Maidens’ Dream, Yukikaze. Please don’t resist, it’ll be a lot funner if you just give in.”

“Bite me, Ayanami!” Yukikaze shot back as she immediately started dashing into the darkness, hoping to find an exit. She needed to report straight back to headquarters so somebody could stop this demented baby-making facility. Or at the very least get it investigated. If all of this was just one big elaborate prank..!

Unfortunately for the panicked and proud girl, she couldn’t find her way in the darkness. It didn’t help that even after her eyes adjusted and figured out where the walls were, there was nothing about them that helped her find the door or the exit or anything!

Except for that one latch that just happened to be circle shaped, with a big set of doors covering it. Not big enough for her to climb through, but surely it had to be some sort of clue.

As Yukikaze touched that hole, she gasped at the sight of a massive arm slipping out of it. A mechanical limb, that was joined by several more coming out of different parts of the wall. Each of them seizing her body and yanking her back into the light, where Ayanami was busy squishing her thighs together like a good baby who loved her diaper…

“S-Stop! Let go of me! Ayanami, stop playing around in that disgusting thing and help me!” The kitty-eared girl cried out, struggling against her binds as much as she could. She didn't like this! Why was she the one going through this, anyway!? What kind of sick person was in charge of all of this!?

The diapered girl smiled as she watched her friend get violently stripped by those arms, sighing as the wet parts of her padding grew even heavier as she leaked a little more into it. “This is all your own fault, Yukikaze. If you had just listened to me and stopped struggling, you’d be put in a diaper without any problem…”

“It’s not fair! It’s not faaaaaair!” Yukikaze cried out, her pride crumbling into pieces as tears ran down her face with the same intensity as a waterfall. Why was she the one who had to go through this?!

As she sobbed and sniffled, her hatred for the situation growing with every passing moment, she couldn’t stop the arms from forcing a garment identical to the one her friend wore onto her. The arms pushed the midsection up against her crotch as it held her up, while using the added inhuman dexterity to easily snap the wings shut while pulling them up. Resulting in one snugly padded kitten, matching her diaper-loving friend. Barring the difference in the condition, of course.

“Get it off meeee…” The white-haired kitten muttered, feeling dejected as the mechanical arms pushed their fists into the soft padding. To ensure that it was not only properly attached, but also as snug as it could be. After all, a good baby wasn’t discomforted by their diaper. After growing used to it, of course.

Ayanami patted her friend on the head as the arms kept her in a humiliating position. “It’ll be okay. Once you mess it a few times, you’ll come to love it. That’s what I did.” She explained, as her stomach started rumbling a little. The only warning she got before something terrible would happen.

“I don’t wanna make a mess, Ayanami! I don’t wanna be a baby-” Yukikaze tried to whine, only to be forced to swallow thanks to a couple of tablets finding their way onto her tongue. Dread quickly filled her expression as they dissolved into her stomach acid within seconds, causing her belly to groan…

Her friend chuckled as she took a seat down on the ground, the arms letting go of the newly diapered girl in the process. “Just relax. It’ll feel good soon. The tablets that the Admiral prepared for us, in case of moments like these, are going to make sure that you’ll mess your heart out.” She explained, giggling a little. She remembered seeing that devious Admiral demonstrate the effects on one of the babified Carriers, just to show how everyone could’ve fallen…

“I don’t wanna! I DON’T WANNA!” The kitty-eared girl kept on crying out, her bowels quickly cramping as she felt a groan leaving her lips. She didn’t want this. She really didn’t want this, her tears running down her face even further as she bit into her lip.

No matter how hard she tried to keep herself bottled up, there was no way for her to stop the few farts from slipping out. Small, but definitely noticeable *Frrrt*s and *Braaap*s, each making her ass sound like a brass instrument waiting to be played in an orchestra…

Ayanami slowly raised an eyebrow. Despite the fact that her friend was very definitely in pain from trying to suppress the impending mess, she wasn’t actively pooping it all out. Strange. “Why are you still holding yourself back, Yukikaze?” She asked, her thighs squishing together as she crawled towards the similarly grounded diapered girl…

“Because I don’t want thiiIIIISSSS-” Yukikaze cried out defensively, only for her cry to turn into a moan as she felt a tinge of pleasure course through her. Courtesy of a certain white-haired baby pushing her hand up against her crotch with just enough force that the padding was more of a suggestion than anything.

With that little bit of pleasure, that little itty bitty nudge, the poor girl lost all of her concentration. And the formerly middling brassy sounds intensified as a result, as more and more of the mess pushed its way through her bowels.

*FRRRRRRRT* “AAAAAAHHHHH!”

The loud and powerful gas that slipped out of her cheeks was the herald of the end, as it was accompanied by an equally powerful orgasmic cry that left the kitty-eared girl’s lips. The teasing from the baby was enough to force her over the edge…

Yukikaze continued sobbing. Partly because of the humiliation of it all. Partly because her bowels were packed full of painful levels of poop. And partly because she had just shamefully climaxed, her diaper soaking in the front with the juices of shame.

Her poor eyes widened as she felt the content of her bowels rush out right then and there. Not solidly or anything, but more like a sludge. A torrent of pure filth, no doubt caused by the quality of the laxative pills she had been forced to swallow. It didn’t take long for the back of her diaper to sag out so far that it doubled in size, and that was just the beginning of it. It kept growing heavier and bigger, thanks to all of the disgusting diarrhea that flooded into it…

“S-So bad…” She mumbled, unable to stop it from sliding out of her poor posterior. It just kept on going, with no end in sight. No chance for her to catch her breath. No chance for her to do anything but just sit there and keep pushing it out. The only relief it brought her was the fact that she wasn’t enjoying a moment of it. If she was turning into a pervert who actually liked this, like Ayanami, then she’d probably hate this even more..!

On the note of her diaper-loving friend, she wasn’t exactly far behind. But unlike Yukikaze, she was enjoying herself. Pushing her hand into the back of her diaper as she bit into her lip, letting the more solid mess part her asscheeks and slide into her seat with so much ease. Because she was giving into this wonderful feeling, messing herself was just another part of her daily routine. Something to enjoy…

“So good…” The white-haired Destroyer drooled a little as she smushed her hand into her diaper. It hadn’t grown quite as heavy as her friend’s, but it felt so much better. She loved every moment of it. Her infitting had gone so smoothly, and the amount of delight she took from something as simple as making a mess was something that any other baby would be envious of…

Their reactions were polar opposites. And while the kitty couldn’t be bothered trying to focus on her addicted friend’s reaction given her own disdain for her current situation, Ayanami was easily able to notice the surprising look on the girl’s face…

“You’re crying still?” She asked, as she dragged herself closer to the kitty-eared. This was downright odd. How could she have resisted the infitting tablets, much less the actual sensation of pooping yourself stupid..?

Her question made Yukikaze bite her lip and nearly draw blood as she shouted straight at her. “I DON’T WANT ANY OF THIS, AYANAMI!” She shouted from the bottom of her heart, even as poor butt continued to pump out more and more of that disgusting sludge into her seat…

Just as she thought it couldn’t get any worse, because it was already the worst thing she had ever been a part of, she could feel the sludge trying to push its way out of the leg holes of her diaper. Yes. She had managed to mess herself so badly that she was actively leaking… And that just made her sob even more, her screams echoing around in the darkened room.

Ayanami slowly rubbed her chin as she looked at the now-leaky baby crying out like the overgrown infant that she should be. Though she still had her adult mind in the usual condition, there was no way that she could ever recover from those tablets. She would be messing herself this violently whenever her bowels were packed too full, so…

Even though she hadn’t successfully gone through the infitting process, she had still been infitted enough to be counted as a baby. And for the white-haired diaper-lover, that was good enough for her.

“There there. You’ll get used to it.” She mused as she wrapped her arms around the leaking baby girl, pulling her closer and hugging her to try and comfort her ever slightly. All while kissing her gently on the neck, like a sister should. After all, every single one of the babies at Maidens’ Dream were basically sisters, given their mutual babyhood.

Yukikaze sniffled as she hugged her fellow ship girl. She hated every moment of this… But right now, she needed the comfort. She could focus on getting this diaper problem fixed in the future…

She winced as her seat filled up with more poopy. Hopefully, that fix would come sooner rather than later.