[Doll TF, ABDL, Diaper Use, Soiling]

The war had come to an end. The war between good and evil, the war to save the cycle of reincarnation from being corrupted, and the war to stop the evil Tierra from destroying the world not unlike the last few times that somebody like it had tried to do the same.

The Qliphorts. The Infernoids. The Shaddoll. The three forces that had worked together with their proverbial teeth clenched, all disappeared once Tierra had risen to power. And once it had been destroyed, the former two disappeared forever, while the ones that had been turned into Shaddolls and removed from the reincarnating cycle were given a new lease on life.

None appreciated it quite as much as the former Priestess of Gusto, Winda. She had been one of the Shaddoll’s main enforcers ever since she and one of the Yang Zing had been converted. Not only that, but she had been used for their other machinations, and only now did she have a body to call her own once more. A body made of flesh and blood. A body that could feel.

And yet, even though she had joined with the successors to the Gusto, the Ritual Beasts and their tamers… She felt… Empty. As if she didn’t belong. Which wasn’t wrong, this was an era after her time. None of her friends, none of her family, at least to her knowledge, were still around.

Which left Winda to wander. Whether to find a reason to stay around, or to find her loved ones. Whichever came first, she would keep wandering. She wouldn’t disappear, she just wanted to find something…

Unfortunately, all that wandering left her utterly isolated. And in isolation, somebody would find her once again. Somebody that she thought had disappeared long ago, just like she had…

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“Mmmph… W-What’s… Where am I..?”

Winda opened her eyes. The last she remembered, she slept underneath a starry sky. Letting the warmth of the night wash down on her. But now she was in nothing but darkness. The deepest darkness. The same sort of darkness that had suffocated her back when she was a doll hoping for reincarnation that would never come…

...No, this was that very same darkness. She knew how it felt. She could even feel the same strings trying to pull her along. Commanding her like before… Or at least, that’s what she expected from them. But for now, they just held her up, as a giggle slowly slipped out of the darkness.

“Who’s there..? Construct?” Winda asked into the infinite void, before shaking her head. “No, she would never emote. She was an unflinching source of trouble. A puppet master who used me and cast me aside when she didn’t need me any longer. But you… Who are you?” She was far too familiar with the workings of this void. And yet this unfamiliarity alongside it made shivers run down her spine.

The giggling from the void intensified as it sounded like something swam through the darkness. And slowly but surely, a single figure came into view. A figure that seemed way too familiar, but the bound girl couldn’t quite put her finger on who it was.

It was a blue-haired beauty. A woman who held a simple and familiar staff in her hands, with a certain mirror at the very tip. A woman who looked at her with a kind smile, not unlike those that woke her up when she was freed from her torment as a doll…

And yet it was clear that she was a Shaddoll. The joints on her arms, and the utter lack of legs made that apparent. Not only that, but the figure seemed to swim slowly back and forth. And the reason for that became visible as she came closer, revealing a large purple doll-like fish beast that served as the woman’s lower half. One of Construct’s backup plans given form..?

“Stay back…” Winda said, struggling against her binds. At least she could muster up a bit of her power, winds slowly gathering in her hand as she tried to make them intensify and cut her free. All so she could escape this void.

The figure continued giggling, as she carefully put a hand on the captive girl’s cheek. “Is that any way to talk, young Winda? Or have you lost yourself ever since you were resurrected?” She chimed, using such a familiar, and slightly unhinged tone as she spoke…

...Winda knew that voice. She had fought against her in the war that preceded the great cleansing. But she thought that she had disappeared alongside the rest of the Gishki family. Only those that had become the Nekroz stayed. So why was she…

“Ariel..? Gishki Ariel..?”

Ariel giggled, confirming the girl’s suspicions. “Although, I wouldn’t use that name anymore. Please, my dear Winda… Call me Apkallone. A name like that is fit for the one who will lead the Shaddoll, reforming this broken family..” She chimed, sounding just as unreasonable as ever. Being turned into an immortal doll, while still fused with that fish that she had merged with back then… That had clearly done no favors to her sanity.

“How? How did you return? And why did you become a Shaddoll? I thought that we were freed from their-”

Winda didn’t manage to finish her questions, because Apkallone put a single finger on her lips to make her quiet down. “Now now. All questions in due time, my dear Winda. We’ve still got such a long life ahead of us. It wouldn’t be right for you to get all the answers, and have no reason to keep seeking them.” The doll abomination said, smiling as she always did.

“B-But…” The green-haired girl wanted to know. If only for a moment, before she’d be subject to yet another gruesome fate. She knew all too well what the Shaddoll were capable of. Especially since she had been at the forefront of those corruptive forces, ripping so many souls from the cycle of rebirth to join her as immortal dolls…

Apkallone giggled as the girl looked at her with those worried, yet curious eyes. It was such a delightful look. It was a look that she could savor for hours upon hours on end. But unfortunately, she just couldn’t let it linger. Because she still had so much to do, even with infinite time on her hands.

“Very well.” The half-fish doll said as she adjusted her staff’s position ever slightly, and the strings that held the girl adjusted in turn. Tightening and forcing her arm a bit higher into the air. “If you promise to be a good girl, I will tell you a few things. And then I’ll let you figure the rest out on your own. Is that good enough for you, my little Winda?”

Winda nodded. It was a much better arrangement. One that at least gave her a chance. Even if she couldn’t break free, maybe if she could send off a wind that carried the info that would help her allies. A parting gift, before she’d stand against them once again.

“Good girl. Now hold still for Mommy, and this won’t hurt for long.”

The green-haired girl flinched as several more strings shot out of the former Gishki’s mirror, wrapping around her arms in a matter of seconds. Constricting and tightening so hard that it almost felt like they would break… Only for the feeling to disappear completely.

She couldn’t feel her arms. Or at least she couldn’t for a few moments. But once it returned, it felt off. Familiar, yet not exactly what it had felt like moments prior. And as most of the strings unwound themselves and retracted themselves into the mirror, it became increasingly apparent why her arms felt wrong.

They had been turned doll-like once more. She was turning into a Shaddoll once again. The doll in front of her had lied right to her face. She wouldn’t understand anything, she would just be turned once again. And yet…

What was this warmth inside her arms? She couldn’t feel that warmth before. It was new and confusing, yet comforting at the very same time…

“Such a good girl you are, Winda. I knew that seeking you out and adding you to my family was the right thing to do.” Apkallone said as the strings then shot out from her staff once again, wrapping around the young girl’s legs as they tightened. Completely covering them and cutting them off from the rest of the body, just as she had done to the arms. “Mommy’s very proud of you. And Mommy will tell you exactly what you need to know.”

Winda winced as the feeling in her legs disappeared just as it became unbearable, only for the same warm yet alien feeling to extend into them. And sure enough, as the string retreated to the mirror yet again… both of her legs had become doll-like just like before.

She said nothing, and just listened. Because at this point, what could she do to struggle? All that she could do was muster up some form of disgust for the former Gishki’s actions, and hope that she could conjure up a little bit of wind to warn her allies.

“Mommy said that she wanted to add you to her family. That’s why I’m doing all of this, little Winda.” Apkallone explained, as the strings started to wrap around the rest of Winda’s body. Constricting her, and making it hard to even see through the density of those strings. “I want a family, but one that won’t abuse itself. One that will love throughout infinity. An eternal family, always loving and always happy. I’ll be the Mommy, and you will be the very first of my daughters.”

Winda didn’t get to let out a cry of shock and surprise, before she very briefly lost consciousness due to the strings tightening once again.

As she snapped back to reality, the warm feeling had filled her once more. And yet again, it was easy to see that her body had been turned into a Shaddoll, though maybe a little more obvious as she could still feel a few things, including her static ponytail slapping against her back. If anything, she almost preferred when she was barely conscious as a Shaddoll in the past, because at least she couldn’t feel anything when she was being cruel.

That desire to lose the ability to feel only intensified as she felt something between her thighs. The only garment that covered her body, following her transformation, was something unfitting. Something thick and crinkly, and definitely infantile. Something covered in almost mocking depictions of the animals that had once served the Shaddolls.

“I told you, my little Winda. You were going to be my daughter. You didn’t think I would make sure you loved me like a baby would their mother?” Apkallone giggled as she put her hand on the infantile garment between the girl’s legs. Slowly squeezing it, making the diaper crinkle through her daughter’s ears as she smiled.

Winda hated this. But she was stuck like this. Both as a doll, and wearing this infernal garment. At least she could still think independently….

Apkallone sighed a little as the girl seemed to reject her. “I see we have a lot to work on. But don’t worry, my little Winda. I have something that might make your heart open up to me. Something sweet…”

Slowly but surely, the Shaddoll started to sing. And poor Winda felt her lips parting in turn to sing along with her.

“I’m a little teapot. Short and stout.” They both sang, as Winda stood straight and started to rigidly move according to her Mother’s wishes.

“Here is my handle.” The green-haired doll sang, putting a hand on the back of her diaper. “And here is my spout.” She continued, her cheeks steaming red as she grabbed at the crotch of her diaper, feeling something thick hidden within.”

“When I get all steamed up, hear me shout,” The little doll said, her entire body taking on a slightly red shade as her thighs grew warm. “Tip me over and pour me out!”

*Hiss…*

The infernal doll had made her wet herself. And the worst part of it all was that it was completely natural, like she couldn’t hold herself in the first place. But it was the utmost humiliating experience, and the warmth within her growing as she squished against her wet diaper wasn’t going to help…

As Mommy gave her little pissy baby a hug, Winda could only imagine how much worse things were going to get from here...