[Stepford TF, ABDL, Diaper Use, Soiling, Weight Gain]

Mordred was not in a good mood. And there were a few reasons as to why that was. The first two were very simple, and were directly tied to what she had been doing prior to waking up.

The last thing she was doing was sleeping peacefully. Sleeping, and dreaming about a world where she had lived happily as part of a family that cared for her. Whether it was between her Father and her Mother, or living with Father and her wife, Guinevere, opting to acknowledge her presence and treat her like one of her proper children.

Just waking from that dream was enough to place her in an infernally foul mood. But it wasn’t enough to put her in this terrible mood where she felt like she could rip somebody’s head off with her bare hands. No, the other reason she felt this horribly?

She was stuck. In a chair. The first thing she realized when she woke up was that she had been summoned from the Throne of Heroes. Not into a proper fight for her life like the Grail Wars, no, she had been summoned casually by somebody. And whoever that somebody was had a terrible taste in humor.

Because not only had she been forced to sit in a chair that had her tied up and forced into a rigid straight-sitting position… But she constantly heard a crinkling between her thighs. The complete joker that had put her into this position had managed to put a diaper on her. A garment meant for infants!

“I’m going to kill the first person I see…” Mordred muttered with her anger practically brimming from every word that left her lips. She wasn’t joking either. The only thing that stopped her from tearing herself from this chair and going on a rampage was the distinct lack of strength in her limbs, leaving her at the mercy of her summoner.

Not to mention the last little reason why she was angry. She was wearing some sort of weird headset, blocking her view of the outside world. And no matter how hard she shook her head around, it wouldn’t fly off. So she was stuck looking into a dull pink background, the sheer feminine nature of the color making her gag.

At least she could take comfort in one thing. It didn’t seem like it could get any worse. She was just sitting there, waiting for something to happen. If her summoner wanted to do something to her, they would’ve done it while she slept. It only made sense to take advantage of a warrior when they were at their weakest.

“They could at least swap out the color for something less girly…” Mordred muttered as boredom slowly started to settle in. Really, was this how they were going to deal with her? Make her so utterly bored that she’d agree to whatever they were planning? Because at this rate it was starting to work.

The blonde Knight of Betrayal was utterly unaware of the world around her, besides the infernally crinkling undergarment that she wore, because of the visor that adorned her head. Which meant that she couldn’t see the syringes that slowly started to approach her, all while she relaxed out of sheer tedium.

As she slowly but surely almost started falling asleep once more, the pink colors started to spiral. Like, she could see the faintest outline of a slightly less pink color, and it was spiraling alongside the main shade of pink. Finally, she was getting somewhere.

Unfortunately, maybe she shouldn’t be focusing so much on the spiral. Because it was making it harder and harder to focus on literally anything else. Like, she was already pretty unaware of the world around her, but now she really couldn’t see anything else. Just the incredibly pretty pink light in front of her, spiraling around…

A brief shock shot through her as she felt a set of syringes sticking into her body. Whether it was her abs, her arms, her legs, her breasts… Everything was getting a healthy injection. Of what? She wasn’t sure. Because her ability to recognize pain was being numbed by the nice spiral. It was really cozy…

While the injections worked their magic, slowly affecting her body in many different ways, her mind was completely captivated by the spiral. In fact, it was so captivating that she thought that she could see a couple of words that looked out of place…

“Serve your Husband. Be a good wife. Obey and be good. Serve him dinner. Fill your nappies. Beg for your changes. Thank your Daddy. Repeat.”

The words were a mantra. Drilling a new routine into her mind, not that she really realized that. She didn’t even realize that the spiral was more like a colorful drill opening a hole in her mind, making it harder and harder to concentrate. And while she couldn’t focus, those words made their way into her head to make sure that they stuck.

“Serve my husband. Be a good wife. Obey and be good. Serve him dinner. Fill my nappies. Beg for my changes. Thank my Daddy…” Mordred repeated the mantra as her eyes took on a slightly pink hue, the visor being remarkably effective at imprinting what she needed to know.

And while her mind was getting the full dose of what she needed to know and obey for the future, the injections were doing quite some work on her body. Because a girl like her didn’t need anything close to her old physique, since a wife didn’t need to be muscular or anything close to combat ready.

The first part of her body that changed, at least the part that drew the most attention, was her chest. Mordred’s chest, while not flat, was not nearly impressive enough to be a wife’s. Especially not one that was supposed to serve her hubby lovingly at any time of the day. So it only made sense that the injections meant for her breasts gave them a much needed lift. A heft that could only be attributed to an experienced mother, complete with skipping through half the alphabet to reach her new cup size…

The next part that stood out was the rest of her body. Because that muscle of hers really needed to go, since a wife never needed to defend her hubby. Hubby was always in charge of defending his wife, no matter what the ‘enemy’ was. A wife, like what Mordred clearly was, needed to be plush to contrast her strong hubby. So every injection meant for one of the muscled areas, whether it was her arms, her abs, her thighs or the like, managed to convert every single inch of muscle into proper fat. There was still enough for her to move around, though it would be a little bit harder as all this fat came with a hefty increase to her weight. Not that it mattered much, given the crinkly addition between her thighs.

The final injection that mattered was the one delivered to her stomach. A single injection that made her stomach growl and tremble. And almost immediately it began to shrink, because a wife only ate a little bit of food compared to her hunky hubby. But to compensate, the messes they made after the food finally digested? Oh, it would be horrendous. That was what the injection would induce. Powerful digestion, yet it took so long that the filth that followed would be extreme…

With the changes to her body complete, the final touch came in the form of her looks. Extra arms lowered from the ceiling as they repeatedly puffed her cheeks to make sure she had more than enough makeup to make her look like a high class yet homely wife, and her hair was gradually and carefully sculpted into a wonderful beehive above her head. She looked like she belonged in the kitchen, if not in one of the living room chairs, always sweetly looking towards her hubby with a bright smile on her face.

After both the body and the mind had gone through the necessary changes, it was time to see if Mordred could put them both to good use. She could feel the chair letting her go, and the pink colors in her visor slowly went away. In their place, a brand new, yet seemingly familiar image displayed on the screen…

It was a cozy home. Her home! And if she was at home, then… Oh, no, Hubby wasn’t home yet! But what was she supposed to do before Hubby came home..?

Mordred, freed from her binds, started to softly tap her chin as she got up onto her feet… Only to immediately collapse onto her knees. Her thickened and plump wife body, plus the feeling of her muscles failing her down below, made it difficult to stand. But that was okay! A wife like her didn’t really need to stand!

So, like any good wife would, she started crawling around while tapping her chin with her free hand. What should she do until her Hubby was home? What should she do..?

She thought long and hard. Really, she did. She didn’t really notice that time was passing as quickly as it did until the sun shone in through the window and very nearly blinded her from how bright it was.

But it also helped Mordred think of what she needed to do while she waited for her Hubby! The one thing that any Hubby would love to come home to was the wonderful smell of freshly baked brownies.

There was just one big problem. She didn’t have any ingredients on hand! No matter how much she looked around the kitchen, crawling around in circles in reality while ‘crawling around her house’, she couldn’t find them. So what was a wife like her to do when she didn’t have ingredients to make brownies?

Why, she could make brownies the old fashioned way! And so, without even hesitating, the plumped up former Knight of Betrayal pushed and pushed. As if her very life depended on it. Because she definitely wanted her dearest Hubby to be happy once he came home!

It didn’t take long before her efforts paid off. She could feel her huggies, the crinkly goodness between her thighs, quickly filling up. And the smell was positively delightful! Oh, hubby was going to be so happy!

“Honey, I’m home!”

As soon as those wonderful words reached her ears, the infantile wife looked towards the door, and she saw a white-suited visage. Her hubby! And he looked so pleased with what she had done, smiling down at her!

“Hubby, I made you some brownies!” Mordred giggled as she slowly sat up, looking up at the white visage with a little bit of drool running down chin as her ditzy and devoted brain had trouble keeping up with every little part of her body. “Can Daddy give his little wife a change?”

Her hubby laughed, all while she totally imagined being given a change. But reality was not so kind, as her mind played tricks on her. She wasn’t even due for a change anytime soon, so she’d be filling her diaper for the near future.

As her virtual experience and training continued, and she did her best to act according to the mantra running through her head, a camera slowly zoomed in on her to make sure it was recording everything perfectly.

After all, she was the very first in a brand new line of mail-order wives. As it turned out, there were more than enough perverted daddies that wanted a loving little wife that couldn’t do anything except the bare essentials. That was incredibly arousing to those men, and even a few women liked this arrangement.

By the time she was done being trained, the routine was ready to be applied in a more general manner. And to fuel this new line of wives, many of her companions from the Throne of Heroes would be summoned and adjusted in the exact same way that she had.

All so that Atlas Corp had adorable baby wives to sell to their highest paying customers...