[Genderswap, Diapers, Diaper Use, Reality Change]

"A toast! To those that have graciously stepped aside to allow our kingdom to prosper!"

"A toast!"

Applause echoed through the royal mess hall, as their King gave his brief but strong speech. They were riding high off their victory against one of the weaker kingdoms that bordered theirs. A kingdom that stayed on the path of pacifism and wanted nothing to do with the infighting between the different kingdoms on this continent of theirs. A kingdom that wanted little more than to just live in peace. A kingdom that would fall eventually. If anything, the fact that they were felled by this rising King would ensure that they would be remembered instead of being scrubbed away.

The King himself was a strapping young man. He had managed to take the reins of the kingdom by driving his blade through the heart of the last wicked king, and using the holy blessing bestowed upon him by that very same blame, he began his campaign of conquest. Seeking to unite the kingdoms under one banner, his banner, he started to expand his sphere of influence. All while letting his long red mane blow on the battlefield as he personally led the charge.

And right at his side, saved from the wicked clutches of the last king, was his wife. A Queen that sat at his side at all times. Keeping him safe with her prayers and her hope. Even if she was nothing more than a non-combatant whose beautiful looks and elegant dress made an incredibly desirable commodity, she still cherished the fact that this new King did everything in his power to keep her safe while proceeding with his campaign.

"My King." His dear Queen said as she carefully caressed his shoulder. "You're not overexerting yourself, are you? I wouldn't want you to be caught off guard. You really must tell me if something happens. Otherwise..."

His response to her valid worries was to gently grip her by the chin and plant a kiss on those tender lips. "As long as you worry for my health, my Queen... I will keep getting back up on my feet, so we can live in peace when the entire continent is under our rule. All so we can experience true peace." He said with conviction and determination pouring from his lips. Only to then laugh with confidence. "Besides, conquering that kingdom was hardly a challenge. They surrendered the moment the first soldier ended up shedding blood. But to be on the safe side, their ruler, the young Princess that wanted to keep that peace... She's currently resting in our special chamber. I'll see to her when this feast is over."

Reassured by the confidence in her lover's words, and the fact that the ruler was still alive... It put the Queen's heart at ease. So much so that she was more than happy to plant a kiss on his cheek as well, before quietly sitting down and tending to her own meal. There was so much food to dig through, and there was so much time for them to celebrate...

The King smirked a little. That Princess... He really did detest her approach. There was nothing that would come from pacifism. What would bring them to complete and total peace was a dominant hand what would wipe out any sign of resistance. In fact, this very feast was a way for him to sniff out any potential rebels. He already had more than a handful of guards on standby. Should anybody end up turning green from poison hidden within the food, they were to impale every single person in this mess hall. Including his dear queen, because even she fell within his paranoia.

For now, he would-

"You've put my dear in a cell, and thrown away the key?"

A booming voice echoed through the mess hall, as it felt like time itself came to a grinding halt. Not a single soul in these royal chambers moved. Nobody except a single woman that had suddenly appeared across from the King, who quickly and immediately narrowed his eyes as he reached for his blade.

"I've done just that. I do not know who you are, nor do I intend to find out. I knew that she couldn't keep her kingdom protected just with her pacifistic dogma. Your mere existence is all that I need to prove it!" The King shouted, only to grit his teeth as he found his sword unable to be drawn. It seemed to be just as frozen as the rest of his people.

The woman standing across from him was best described as a traditional Witch. Wide-brimmed hat with a long dangling tip, a revealing dress that showed off much of her bosom while the inside was practically decorated by various types of spider webs, and foul dark-green hair that reached all the way down to her thighs. She oozed magic, which was probably how she had been able to freeze everything around her...

"I see now why she ended up surrendering. You hide your true ferocity underneath that pretty face, and you hide your disdain for your fellow man beneath empty words. Very well. I will bring her home to the hut she should've never left, but before I do that..." The Witch said as she held her arm out to the left, causing a single crow to suddenly land on the back of her hand. That crow then burst into foul flames as a feather-tipped staff appeared in her hand, a staff that she pointed at the king. "I will ensure that you will live up to those lies. And while you may not be as gentle-hearted as my dear, you will find your campaign hampered. All so that her wishes of a world without war can be maintained."

The King did not approve. But his approval did not matter. The moment he tried to climb out of his chair and leap at the Witch was the moment he was struck dead in the chest, a fierce burst of foul flames wrapping around him and making him cry out in pain. Pain as the flames burned away at his body...

And pleasure as it began to change. Because the flames pouring across him were not meant to harm him. Not in the literal sense. No, they were burning away his masculinity. Burning away the armor that decorated his body. Burning away everything until he was left completely naked...

Only for him to notice how most of his muscle mass had been burnt away as well. He was slim and lithe, not unlike his days as a mere concubine, when he started to concoct his plan to take over and deal with the last king. A state that he hated above all else. It reminded him of when he was still weak. When he was still subjected to somebody else's rule.

Another moan left the King's lips as the flames sank deeper into him, and his voice suddenly took a feminine bend. It wasn't just his voice either. The warmth of those accursed flames were causing parts of his body to swell. His hips, his thighs, his chest... All areas that he had admired when he looked upon his Queen. But they were growing even bigger. Hips wide enough to carry several dozen broods, thighs that could let him run across the entire continent without breaking a sweat, and a bosom that made him look less like a ruling monarch and more like a common cow. Especially as they filled with milk.

The last touch on his body was a simple one. The flames ate away at the remaining traces of his manhood, leaving nothing but a pristine slit down below. With that, the fiery King became a woman. Something that was only emphasized as the flames started to weave themselves together and form a regal and warm red dress with long and elegant gloves that reached all the way up to her elbows, matching perfectly with the fiery red hair that reached down her shoulders.

"You would turn me into a woman, just to satisfy your wicked desires? No wonder she decided to surrender. She knew that she couldn't stand and protect her people if they knew a Witch was backing her!" The King-turned-Queen shouted. Even if she was now this obnoxiously bouncy, she would still-

Her eyes widened as the Witch started to smile a little more than usual. She just barely felt a pressure inside her stomach, and the subtle sound of something crinkling underneath her. What had just happened, exactly? Why did she feel heavier down below..?

The skirt started to bulge outward, revealing the puffy and infantile undergarment that now clad her waist. And at the same time, revealing the way it sagged up against the skirt, courtesy of her bowels being forcibly emptied.

"If you keep going down a path of brutality and ruthlessness, you will end up weighed down by the diaper filled with your sins. If you make strides towards improvement, then you will find it growing lighter in return. It's ultimately your choice. Do try to overcome the smell of your own mess, if you still wish to take this bloody path." The Witch gave a brief explaination regarding the new Queen's condition, before her body burst into the same sort of crows that she had used to form her staff, and time started to return to normal once they had all disappeared.

And though the new Queen feared that people would react poorly to her current state, it seemed as if.. Nothing had truly changed? Despite the fact that her very obvious diaper was currently forcing her to sit down in her chair as it sagged over the edges, it didn't seem as if any of the peasants, nor any of the guards or even her wife noticed that she was currently female and dressed in such an infantile garment.

Surely what that Witch had said wasn't true. Surely she could continue to subtly abuse her people. So much so that she glared towards one of the guards, her mouth opening as she prepared to tell him to fetch her more food-

The new Queen's eyes widened further as her bowels, despite the fact that they had been emptied just moments prior to give way for the bulge in the back, poured out an even bigger load. Increasing the stench of her own vile nature, and letting that diaper sag even further down. It was a humiliating experience to wear this thing. Even if she could ride into combat and keep up this campaign of hers, she'd eventually be forced to sit down and rely on her allies due to the sheer weight of her own nature...

"...Dear." After a moment to compose herself, the new Queen looked towards her wife. "It's... A special occasion, wouldn't you say? Is there anything you could think of, that we could enact to make this an even more important day than it already is?" She had to try and see if the Witch's words had been true...

Her dear Queen smiled. "Time off with their loved ones. Our people need time to recover after a campaign. Only then will they remember why they fight. Why they want this peace. I think they all deserve at least a little break." Her suggestion was simple, yet it would heavily cut into the plans for expansion...

Still, it was worth a shot. "Your Queen would like you all to listen." The transformed Queen, whose diaper forced her to keep sitting in her chair as she spoke. "When tonight falls, I want you all to rest for five days and five nights. Spend this time with your family. Spend this time with your loved ones. You've all earned this, after everything you've all done."

Silence. And then gradual cheer, as the citizens realized they were just given excess time to themselves, something they had never experienced. Whether under the old ruler, or the new ruler. They did not even care that their King had suddenly become a Queen, that was just normal according to them.

And just as the Witch had said, the weight in her diaper started to lighten. All of her foul mess had disappeared, leaving her with a clean padded bottom, and a clean conscience as well. Perhaps there was worth in those words of hers...

The new Queen softly smiled as she looked at her citizens. One hand on her wife's hand, and one hand down on that diaper of hers. She had a long road ahead of her if she still wanted to be the Queen of the entire continent, especially with this new curse.

She would take this opportunity to heart.. And hopefully learn, before she'd end up overencumbered by her inability to develop.