[ABDL, Soiling, Diapers, Maids]

There are limits to what people can tolerate. Mordred, the Knight of Treachery, knew that much. The war that caused her death in the past was partly due to how much she had tried to antagonize her Father, and how it eventually resulted in the two dying close to one another after their fatal duel.

Unfortunately, she didn’t take that lesson to heart. If anything, she actively worked against it. Because why should she care about what other people think? She was her own person, and she mattered more than them. Especially when it concerned pursuing the Throne of Britain and the eventual respect of her Father, even though both of those goals were far out of her reach.

It was because of this lack of self-reflection that she ended up in more problems than she could count on both hands. And the latest of those problems were caused by a certain brunette who had been thoroughly… Annoyed, with the way that Mordred treated her inventions. She gave the girl an enhancement for her armor, and it ended up crumpled in the trash, having been tossed aside without even being used.

Fed up with her constant disregard for her attempts to help her, Da Vinci decided that enough was enough. And the next time the blonde stepped into her workshop, she smiled and handed her a strange device. Something that was supposed to make her stronger. But this time, she made sure that the girl would activate it in her presence, just so that she actually got a taste of what it was supposed to do.

The Knight of Treachery was about to blow her off, but her insistence meant that she couldn’t just leave. Thus, she activated the trinket, hoping that the woman would leave her alone sooner rather than later…

Only to black out as she felt everything draining from her body, and a slow sense of warmth growing between her thighs.

By the time Mordred woke up, she felt… Weak. Well, that was an understatement. She felt so utterly drained that she couldn’t believe it. She could barely lift her arms or her legs, and it felt like a struggle just getting out of bed.

Of course she couldn’t maintain a proper stance, falling onto her butt mere moments after standing on her feet. And it was then that she discovered another thing that had happened to her, one that made her cheeks flush so brightly red…

She had messed herself. Not just a little, quite a lot. Her panties were completely full of poopy, and it felt awful. She wanted to get rid of it, but if she had shit herself in her sleep, there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t make another mess when she wasn’t ready for it.

Mordred, the prideful Knight that she was, didn’t want to tell anybody. Least of all Da Vinci, knowing that if she tried to ask her for help after everything she had done, she’d probably end up humiliating her for it…

And that’s when a certain black-haired Assassin just knocked on the door, a smile clad on her face. A woman that the Knight, but ultimately needed right in this very moment.

Semiramis. And not only did she come with no intent to bully the girl for what she had done… But she had a proposal in mind, to solve what ailed her.

Mordred would come to regret agreeing to this arrangement, even if it would help her with her newfound bodily issues…

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“Why do I have to wear this?!”

The Knight of Treachery let out a frustrated shout as she tugged at her outfit. A frilly dress that was made for maids to show off everything. The slenderness of her sleeved arms, her modest breast packed into that snugly buttoned top, and a skirt that was so precariously short that it couldn’t possibly hide anything. Whether panties…

Or the Diaper that she had been forced to wear. It was what the Assassin- ...Her Mistress had told her to wear. Otherwise she wouldn’t help her with her problem. She wouldn’t try to fix whatever had happened to her Saint Graph, depriving her of her strength and her control over her bowels.

“If you keep shouting like a brat, I can’t concentrate on finding the cure.” Semiramis said, grinning a little as she wrapped her arms around the blonde girl. “Besides, you wanted some of your strength back. This was the only garment I could find that might help you.” She explained, slowly breathing onto the diapered maid’s neck.

Mordred shivered from head to toe as she felt that warm breath caress her. She hated it. She really did. And yet it was only slightly terrible in comparison to the naked pair of breasts that were currently pressing against her back. “F-Fine, but you don’t have to-”

A finger found its way onto the bratty girl’s lips, as her Mistress’ slowly kissed her on the cheek. “You have no right to question your Mistress’ attire, my dear Maid. Or would you rather want me to wear your stuffy armor, considering what happened when I changed you into that diaper?”

“H-How should I have known I’d pee-” The Knight tried to argue, but the finger met her lips once more, causing her to quiet down. The second she had been cleaned by the Mistress, she had managed to wet herself and stain the older woman’s dress in the process. That was why the latter was naked.

Semiramis smiled as she saw the obedience in the girl’s eyes. Good. She loved to see it. Especially after how much of a thorn in her side she had been. “Good girl.” She whispered, as she let go of the maid’s waist, stretching a little. “Now, clean this room. When you’re done, then we can discuss your next task.”

“Yes, Mistress…” Mordred didn’t like cleaning. Nor did she like taking orders from a bitch like her. But she had to. Otherwise, she wouldn’t help her. And if she was especially unlucky, she’d reveal her current predicament to everyone, especially her Father. And if Father found out, then she’d never get the chance to reach her goals…

The cleaning was hard. Specifically because of the mittens that adorned her hands. Her Mistress thought that it served as a lovely accessory, until she regained her potty control. And the Knight-turned-Maid hated every moment of it, as it made it terribly difficult to actually grip her tools properly.

Every time she thought she had finished, and she had done a pretty good job… The Mistress would find her way behind her, pressing those huge breasts up against her back, before whispering into her ear about how she had missed several spots. And how dirty the room still was.

Not only that, but every time that sweet and silky voice danced its way into her ear, it was like her bowels just gave out completely. Resulting in the back of her diaper growing heavier and heavier. Something that the Mistress exploited, pushing the palm of her hand straight into that severely soiled seat, causing the poor Knight to blush more and more.

It was like never ending torture. Every second felt like an eternity. The mess pushing against Mordred’s butt, making it messier and messier. And it only grew worse. It never got any better. Especially the smell, which distracted her with how thick it was.

“Goodness. You’re less of a Maid, and more of a Baby.” Semiramis chimed after the sixth ‘correction’, pushing her hand as deep into that padding as it could go, really smushing that mess all around. “Buuuuuuut…” Her smile suddenly curved a little upward, as she kissed her Maid on the cheek. “You did it. You’ve cleaned the entire room. And it only took you a few hours.”

The Knight-turned-Maid would breathe a sigh of relief… But she was still heavily weighed down by her diaper. To the point where her legs were about to give way. The Maid dress did a lot to make her feel like normal, but it couldn’t completely replicate the massive strength within her body.

Especially not while that hand continued to rub around on the surface of her diaper, making her blush more and more as the poopy stored within was pushed around, sticking to her and slowly rubbing against her most intimate areas to make the experience feel even worse...

“Is there anything that my little Maid wants? Because I think that after carrying this messy diaper around for so long, and doing such a good job, entitles you to a reward.” Her Mistress whispered into her ear, squeezing into that diaper with such force that it was almost like she squeezed the poor girl’s butt at the same time.

Mordred gasped, whimpering a little. She knew she couldn’t ask her for something big. And… She wanted to get this diaper off. Before things got any worse. “I… I’d like a change…” She muttered, most of the feisty parts of her personality currently suppressed by all of the shame coursing through her.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear that.” Semiramis giggled cruelly as she pushed her breasts into her Maid’s back, pushing the diapered mess further forward so it rubbed up against her privates. “Maybe if you beg for it like the Baby you are, I’ll give you what you want.”

The Knight-turned-Maid grit her teeth. She didn’t want to do this. But she had to swallow her pride, as she slowly started speaking with a firm tone. “M-Mistress. Please give your pitiful Maid, who can’t stop herself from going potty in her pampers, a change. Please.” She whimpered, breathing out as her cheeks grew redder.

“Good girl.” Her Mistress said, as she directed her towards the bed, slowly laying her down on it. Not giving her the dignity of removing the maid outfit while she got the change she desired.

Mordred just had to lie there on the bed, looking at her black-haired Mistress smile down at her with such malicious intent hidden in her eyes. She hated it. But she had to play along. Otherwise… She might just enjoy being stuck in such messy diapers…

Semiramis pinched the girl on the cheek, putting on the most motherly smile that she could while removing the tapes on the young girl’s diaper. It came off easily after that, getting unceremoniously dumped into a trash can that would no doubt become a pail for diapers in the future.

With a wave of her finger, and a bit of magic poured into the graceful movements across that thoroughly messy butt, the poopy was wiped away like nothing, leaving a spotless and almost baby-smooth bottom in its wake.

Mordred shivered. The older woman’s touch was more than a little exciting. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a cry, her body feeling nothing but delight from this sort of treatment, even if she hated it.

After the cleaning came the new diaper, decorated with adorable little prints of the Knight’s Father. The seat of the diaper went straight under the spotless bottom, before the rest was weaved through the blonde Baby Maid’s thighs, letting her Mistress pin the front against her waist as she snapped the tapes on.

With those smooth and graceful movements, she had given the girl the change that she desired… And the look on her face was too telling. She wanted something from the blonde girl.

“T-Thank you very much for your generosity, Mistress.” Mordred muttered as she slowly tried to get up. It was nice to be in a new diaper, but… She still didn’t want to have any part in this.

Unfortunately, just as she got up, the black-haired woman wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a hug, one hand pushing against that diaper as the seat started filling once more. The change had been just in time.

“Still stinky. But it only makes you cuter, my dear Baby Maid.” Semiramis whispered into the blonde Baby Maid’s ear, rubbing one hand against the diaper’s seat and the other against her back.

Mordred owed her much at this point. And after putting her in her debt, she’d never let her Baby Maid go. She’d never fix that Saint Graph problem, and keep her as a permanently indentured Servant. Partly for her own amusement, and partly to keep her hidden deal with Da Vinci intact.

Thus, the Maid Baby’s new life began. If only she had cared more, she wouldn’t have been made into a messy Maid…

Nor would she have begun to enjoy the stinky messies in her pampers...