[Rubber Encasement, Brainwashing, ABDL, Soiling, Identity Death]

The Goddess had won. Despite everything that Luka and his allies had done to fight back against her, once it was revealed that the tyranny that she imposed was much worse than anything the Monster Lord and her kin had been inflicting on the continent, they were unable to stop her. One by one they fell. The Monster Lord's forces, then her Heavenly Knights, then the Monster Lord herself, and finally the Goddess' chosen that had turned against her. Nobody was spared from her retribution. And once each and every single one of them had fallen, it was time to gloat.

After all, Ilias was hardly the type of woman who could stop herself from rubbing her complete and utter victory into the faces of the ones she had subjugated. Even if she could've just put a bow on her victory by completely annihilating them and leaving the continent pure as could be, since she no longer needed them after the culmination of her schemes. There was no fun in getting rid of them. No enjoyment in just tossing them away when they had been such thorns in her side. No, she needed to gloat.

Which was why she was currently sitting on her divine throne, grinning as she rested her head up against the palm of her hand. All while staring down at the two that had been forced before her. Two of those Heavenly Knights that fell like a pair of dominos once she took out one of them.

Alma Elma, the Succubus Queen, and her companion Granberia. Despite being some of the strongest Monsters on the entire continent, they were like gnats before Ilias' true power. Though even when faced with the Goddess' strength, both of them refused to back down. Even after they had been bound and stripped to the point where the heavenly air around them was harshly rubbing up against their sensitive areas to keep them painfully aroused, they kept up their resistance. Even if all they could use were their own venomous words.

"Well well, you seem awfully pleased." Alma Elma said, smiling softly despite her current predicament. Her arms had been bound, her wings had been sealed, and her tail served as part of her bindings. And yet she kept smiling, as if it wasn't bothering her. "You really think you can afford to be so smug when you only just beat us?"

Granberia was not nearly as smug as her fellow Heavenly Knight, but she was still resistant. "Even if you've defeated us once, we won't surrender peacefully, Ilias! Bring on your worst, you won't be able to break our will!" Her fiery disposition fit her red hair, her anger only emphasized by the glare she sent towards the Goddess.

Ilias chuckled as the two resisting Monsters tried to amp themselves up. Even though they had been defeated so handily. "You two are quite lucky, you know. If I didn't want to make sure that you two won't ever get in my way again, I would've sent you off to Promestein just like I did to that Slime." The angelic blonde Goddess smirked. "Monster Supremacists like her deserve to be repurposed thoroughly. And once she's done, you'll both be reintroduced to her. You might not recognize her, especially when she'll be serving me."

Alma Elma chuckled a little at the sound of what she was hearing. "You really think you can bend her to your will? Somebody like her will keep resisting you. Just like Alice will. Even the boy'll keep putting up a fight, now that he's turned against you. What makes you so sure?"

"Unlike you scum, I've been thinking a lot about how to integrate your lesser kin into my paradise. Because as much as I loathe to admit, getting rid of you would be more of a hassle than it's worth." Ilias said, as she carefully raised her other hand into the air. "And after thinking so long and hard about what to do with you, I've figured out my solution."

Ilias snapped her fingers, and a simultaneous crinkle echoed out from between the two Heavenly Knight's thighs. Alma Elma was not particularly disturbed by the new softness that cradled her hips and her thighs, eagerly squeezing them together to make the crinkles echo in such a delightful manner, while Granberia was much more embarrassed as she fidgeted about now that she was very clearly stuck in such an infantile garment.

Diapers. They had both been forced into diapers. With a single snap from the Goddess' fingers, they had been forced to wear a garment meant for infants. Not only that, but they seemed like they were practically glued to their waists. Even if they were able to free their limbs and use them to try and rip it off, it would no doubt resist their strength. It was a tool meant for humiliation, and judging by the blush on Granberia's cheeks it had done its job rather handily.

"Ara... You really are something else, Ilias. I bet you've been wearing these every time you've given Luka one of those evaluations of yours. Squeezing your thighs down on them and letting anything out while he's totally unaware." Alma Elma giggled, squeezing her thighs together as a little bit of feminine juice poured out from her pussy and into the extra thick pamper...

"You're one to talk." Ilias said, smirking as she stared towards Granberia. "I've heard about her special needs. How you kept teasing her. You've been bullying that Newt more than I could. And yet she's been able to stand up and fight despite how much you've humiliated her." She explained, all while Granberia's resistance faded and her shame continued to grow. All according to Ilias' plan. "Turning your own teasing against you... Hah, it's only fitting!"

Granberia trembled as she grew more and more aroused. Partly because of the overwhelming shame she felt at being back in a diaper. Partly because neither her captor nor her ally were teasing her over being stuck in diapers again... And partly just the feeling of that soft garment pressing against her. She didn't understand how Ilias had found out about any of this, but frankly she just hoped she could get out of this unscathed.

"You're less of a Goddess and more of a total pervert." Alma Elma chuckled, all while spreading her knees and letting her diaper press against the floor underneath. "No wonder you were jealous of our kind. It's because you couldn't get off without resorting to stuff like this. I feel bad for you, I really do."

Ilias twitched slightly as she squeezed her cheek. Only for her eyes to light up ever slightly. The preparations were complete. Which prompted her to grin from ear to ear as she snapped her fingers once again. "I grow tired of your teasing, scum. And I'm sure you'll stop to focus on something else, now that Promestein finished processing your friend."

Alma Elma raised her eyebrow. She actually managed to break through and turn that slime into a loyalist? How? Even the Angels didn't have access to brainwashing magic that was strong enough to break that kind of hate for Humans and Angels alike. So what did she-

She just barely had the chance to try and put the pieces together before she heard Granberia let out a loud piercing cry, all while some sort of rubbery slime started to pour down onto her. It was a bright white and thick kind of rubber that was quickly consuming her, making it difficult for any sound to pierce through.

Granberia certainly tried to break free from the rubber. She tried to swing her bound arms around to shake it off. She tried to shake her body in every which way, even if it made her diaper crinkle in a much louder and obnoxious fashion. But she couldn't do a thing to stop it from creeping across her, until she was completely and utterly covered in that white gunk...

"What... What is that!?" Alma Elma's smug disposition was quickly put to rest as she watched her dear Granberia completely and utterly swallowed by a slime-like substance. She couldn't see where it had come from, nor could she currently make out what it actually was. If what Ilias said was true, then it was made from Erubetie... So why did it seem so alien? What had she done to her!?

Ilias laughed at the sight of Alma Elma's quick shift in behavior. "I told you. It's made from your friend. Now she serves me, filling those that she covers with fervor towards me and me alone. Take a good look, Succubus Queen. Your friend ceased to be the moment she got covered in that slime..."

Her words weren't just empty boasting either. Alma Elma could physically feel a different sensation emanating from within that slimy cocoon. Not only that, but she could hear soft giggles. And Granberia wasn't the type of girl that would ever giggle. She didn't have a good sense of humor, and she definitely wouldn't giggle in a situation as dire as this...

Slowly but surely the goop that covered Granberia started to compress around her. Squeezing tighter and tighter until a humanoid form was finally visible once again. But it was clear that it wasn't Granberia's. As much as you could see her characteristic hair poking out against the gunk, the rest of her body wasn't comparable. None of the toned muscle was visible, and her modest bust had been grossly exaggerated thanks to the gunk. The gunk hadn't just made her giggle, it had changed her on a fundamental level...

Indeed, as the goop finally started to pull itself off Granberia, what Alma Elma saw could hardly be compared to her dear friend. Standing where Grandberia had stood was a generic Angel Soldier, dressed in the same leotard and stocking combo as all the others. Her breasts were bigger than her head, her thighs were only good for comforting higher ranked angels, and the worst part of all...

The worst part of her current state was that massive grin on her face. Granberia's face, or at least what currently resembled it, had a permanent smile practically painted onto it. In fact, yes, it was definitely painted on. There was no mouth, just one big toothy grin that made her look even more infantile than the diaper currently bulging out around her waist. Not that you could actually see the diaper, because it was buried underneath a layer of that solidified goop.

"Angel Soldier G reporting for duty!" 'Granberia' proclaimed, her voice seemingly coming from her mouth despite the fact that it didn't move, all while she saluted and giggled like the big ditzy angel she currently was. She didn't even realize that she had been transformed... If there was even any way for her to realize that fact.

"Granberia!" Alma Elma shouted as she tried to force her body free from its binds, only to gasp and tremble as she felt something wet sliding over her arms. And as she looked behind her, she could see that very same goop having found its way underneath her, forming a set of arms that kept her even more bound than before. All so she couldn't do a thing except look towards the Angel Soldier that had once been her friend.

Ilias smiled, the sound of pure praise making her all too pleased. "I know you can be more devout than that, Soldier. Let the fervor pour through you, and then salute me with all of your might once more."

'Granberia' nodded as she received her command and did exactly what she had been told to do. And to truly salute, she needed to push out everything that tried to stop her from being a loyal soldier. She had to push and push and push!

Alma Elma watched with horror as her former friend squatted down, the bulging diaper underneath her rubbery skin slowly pushing further outward as it grew bigger and bigger. And yet despite how much bigger it was getting, there was no real stink slipping out from underneath. The angel was as clean as she could be, despite the fact that she very clearly had an incredibly dirty and poopy-filled pamper hidden underneath...

At the very same time, it was like the tiniest spark of light disappeared behind those less emotive eyes. The Angel Soldier squeezed her thighs together and mushed her mess around as she stood up completely straight, proudly slamming her hand against her head as she saluted. "Praise Ilias!" She shouted, her voice not even sounding like her own. It was like she used a generic Angel's voice, one that was used to proclaiming all sorts of propagandized messages like the one she just let slip.

As far as Alma Elma understood, her friend was gone. And to make matters worse, she was going to follow her. She struggled against the goop that was trying to cover her, panting and gasping as she glared towards Ilias. "S-So this is your big plan, huh!? Turn us all into angels!? I thought you'd go the brainwashing route, but this is way worse. And you call yourself a Goddess?!"

"I don't need to listen to scum like you. Soldier!" Ilias said, her expression remaining ever smug as she gave her newest Angel a command. At this point, she didn't need to play around. She had seen enough. Now she wanted her payoff. She wanted to see how long Alma Elma could resist the same kind of treatment that Granberia had endured, and if she was able to avoid being turned into the same sort of loyal angel.

The Angel Soldier gave another salute, all while her diaper sagged a little lower. And without hesitation, she walked right over and pressed her breasts up against Alma Elma's stomach, revealing how much she had shrunk. The goop hadn't just made her disgustingly busty, but it had also made her much shorter. A cute short stacked loyalist to whatever Ilias might need her for.

"Praise Ilias, Monster! Only then can you be saved!" The Angel Soldier cried out, with the kind of fervor bursting from her body that made it utterly impossible to even come close to thinking that she had ever been anything but an angel.

Words like the ones that had just spewed forth from her 'mouth' continued to pour out as more and more of Alma Elma's body was covered in that goop, the goop itself absorbing the propaganda and transmitting it straight into the Succubus Queen's head as it crept further and further up. Which in turn caused her to struggle more and more, even if her struggles were for nothing. She wasn't achieving anything with her attempt to resist.

Especially not as the goop managed to cover her completely. And as soon as she was stuck inside this darkness, Alma Elma's struggles died completely. Not just her physical struggles, but her mental struggles as well. Because it wasn't just the angel's propagandized messages that were filling her head...

The stink did too. Thanks to their brief contact, the goop that covered her had been contaminated. She got a whiff of everything that poured out from Granberia's butt, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as every single thought of hers was swiftly and quickly destroyed from a combination of the propaganda and the stink itself.

Not that any of it was needed. The goop didn't need to do anything to her. Just by being stuck inside it, her ability to fight back against Ilias had been completely and utterly suppressed. Everything else was just a cherry on top.

The sensations that followed were even worse for the Succubus Queen. She could feel her body being compressed thanks to the overwhelming power of the goop. Forced to turn into such a smaller existence. Her tits, already rather enormous, getting extra large thanks to the rubber on top. Her hips growing wider, not that you could make it out due to the diaper currently cradling those very same hips. Everything became almost identical to how the other Angel Soldier looked, barring her hair which only turned blonde on the outside.

And as her body's changes were finalized, her mostly destroyed mind was given a single command. A command that came directly from Ilias' lips. A command that would force everything out of her all for the sake of keeping her completely obedient...

"Salute."

The goop that had compressed around her form and turned nice and shiny controlled her body and saluted. And in the process, she squatted down and started to push everything out. Letting every little inch of Alma Elma's older self get pushed right out into the seat of her diaper...

She didn't even get a chance to express distress at the sensation of turning her identity into poopy. The goop forced her to push, and the diaper sagged in turn. More and more of her identity being left as little more than a big stinky mess that sagged her diaper further and further down, until it outright touched the floor...

All while she looked like she was grinning and giggling on the outside. The Angel Soldier that had once been Alma Elma was practically identical to the one that had once been Granberia, with the only thing that made them stand out being the length of their hair. Granberia's short red hair was now nice and blonde, while Alma Elma's delicate purple locks were now blonde like the purity of her 'soul'.

They weren't the only ones saluting either. Once the goop had finished converting them both into loyalists, it took a proper humanoid form. Another Angel Soldier just like them, though there was no real contents inside her. It was the form that Erubetie had been forced to take, which now served as her sole identity. The same identity she forced on everybody she came into contact with.

Ilias grinned. Heavenly Generals? They were all just Baby Soldiers. What with those diapers sagging within their rubber. And the sight of them loyally filling their nappies while saluting... Mmmph, she needed one of her own so she could have a bit of fun...

But for now, she would be content with the sight of their utter submission... And when she grew bored of it, there was always that blasted hero and the snake to deal with...

She had won, after all. She could afford to take her time tormenting her former enemies…