[ABDL, Diaper Drones, Soiling, Diaper Use, Brainwashing, Latex]

"A-Admiral. D-Don't you want to hear my report?"

"Mmmmm? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Not over the sound of that lovely thing between your thighs. Would you like to repeat yourself, Belfast?"

"Mmmph.... M-Mommy, B-Belfast has a report..."

"That's more like it. Now, what do you have to say, Belfast?"

The Naval Base, Ocean Flower, was but one of many that dotted the Japanese seas. But there was something quite special about it, especially since there were very few that dared visit it without a good reason. And it all happened to stem from the Admiral and her peculiar interests.

Interests that were reflected on her dear Secretary, Belfast, who was currently sitting on her knee. All while the thick white padding rubbed up against her thighs. She was diapered. And while she was the only one that was openly padded, she wasn't going to be the last. Not as long as her Admiral was in charge.

"H-Haaaah..." The white-haired Maid trembled as she rubbed back and forth all on her own. Just as she had been trained to do. Just as she was supposed to do. "T-The other girls... T-They're complaining about the lack of supplies. Not in regards to keeping them fed or ready for combat, but rather regarding their outfits. They've ruined a lot of them, and they don't want to be caught off guard by losing their modesty..."

"What modesty?" The Admiral, Ika Shirogane, giggled as she gently ran a hand through her white hair. "You of all girls should know that you and all the other girls... You're all meant to fight without a single shred of modesty. Because you know I'll love it." She chimed, all while gently kissing the girl on the cheek. "That's why you're just about to pee, isn't it?"

Belfast trembled as she felt those lips push up against her. And slowly but surely, the sound of a faint hiss echoed out while the front of her diaper gradually turned a deep shade of yellow. It wasn't just a little bit of pee either. It was a generous amount. So much so that the front of her diaper leaked out over the side of her Admiral's leg. All while her face turned redder from the shame and the arousal...

"That's a Good Girl." Admiral Shirogane said, all while kissing the girl once again. All while feeling the girl's trembling body on top of her thigh. It was a wonderful sensation. To have such a powerful girl completely and utterly submit to her. And yet it wasn't enough. "So, they want to avoid shame. Then why don't we eliminate their shame altogether? I'm sure they'll love to be part of my brand new plan..."

"T-That plan, M-Mommy?" Belfast knew what she was talking about. She just never expected her to actually go for it. "B-But if you do that, then everyone will single you out. W-We can't take on every other fleet in the whole world..." She muttered in such an insecure way. All while trying her best not to moan as she continued to grind on that knee...

Her white-haired 'Mommy' nodded, all while gently patting the diapered maid on the head. "Mmmhm. It's time to put it into action. And it's all thanks to you, Belfast. If you weren't such a Good Girl who got hooked on this, maybe I would've had to take another route. You really have been such a great help."

Belfast whimpered, closing her eyes as a shameful orgasm washed over her. One of the last times she'd ever feel shame, knowing what her 'Mommy' was planning...

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"Admiral! What's the meaning of this!? Y-you can't imply that we need to use these, can you?!"

"I'm not sure she's too off base, Hipper. Our luck has carried us far, but it's still left us in tatters. These are to ensure that we do not end up with any accidents."

"Indeed. Our battles have led us to glory, but it is as Enterprise says. We are merely equipping them as a last resort. Even though I believe that we will not need them."

"King George V and Enterprise may be right. However, I do have one qualm with these. Why are they so rubbery? Are these not supposed to be white, like the ones that Belfast wear?"

"You're all mad for liking this, and you for questioning what they're supposed to be like, Kaga!"

Four had gathered in Admiral Shirogane's office. Four girls from different nations, who had all come to Ocean Flower for different reasons. Kaga had been sent to keep an eye on the Admiral due to her peculiar nature, while King George V, Enterprise and Admiral Hipper had ended up at this base due to natural suspicion cast upon their respective homes. They were essentially being tested by the Imperial Japanese Navy, to ensure that they weren't spies or anything.

"You four really are adorable when you try to get along. Even if you've failed to do so many times before." Admiral Shirogane said, all while chuckling a little in response to the antics happening in front of her. "But that doesn't mean that I don't appreciate you all. You've all been valuable members of Ocean Flower's navy. And it's thanks to you that we have the leeway to carry out whatever missions that we so desire, picking our targets and striking when they least expect it."

"H-Hmph. You're just trying to butter me up because you managed to get me into one of these..." Hipper muttered, all while trying her best to avoid thinking about the diaper between her thighs. A naturally difficult task, considering just how thick it was. She could barely even walk, necessitating a waddle more so than anything else.

"It's a combination of our skills and our luck that has carried us all the way through. So I thank you, Admiral, for being there to guide us when we were in danger. If not for you, we would actually be needing these diapers." Enterprise followed up, trying to appear confident and proud despite the diaper between her thighs. And failing, since nobody could possibly think she was actually enjoying this situation.

King George V was much the same as Enterprise, though she had a much more obvious blush on her face. "Your thanks validate our struggle, Admiral. Even if I cannot truly say that I like this. But it is one of your orders, and as such I will follow it. You have our best intentions in mind, I know you do." She tried to talk like she was proud of this, but she was getting closer and closer to losing her composure with every word that left her mouth.

"You didn't answer the question, Admiral." Kaga wasn't one to let up on the questions. Praise was a wonderful thing, yes, but it didn't stop her natural curiosity. "What is the purpose of these diapers? I know of your relationship with Belfast, but these have different designs entirely. Please. Illuminate us. Then we can set aside our worries and fight for your sake."

Admiral Shirogane had to sigh. Kaga was such a tough nut to crack. Which made sense, she came straight from the Fleet Admiral's base. She was probably trained and taught to question authorities that weren't her. So if she wanted to carry on with her plan, she had to deal with her first. Just so she couldn't report back to that brat that had tried to deal with her several times before.

"Oh, you want to know what's so important about these diapers? Well, that's quite simple. Belfast, dear? Come inside and show your sisters what it means to be wearing these brand new diapers, the new permanent attire for every shipgirl docked at Ocean Flower."

All four of the multinational girls looked around to try and find Belfast. Which was when they laid their eyes on a girl completely covered in shiny black latex, barely hidden behind a curtain. A girl that stepped forward upon being given a command, with subtle moans echoing out past the latex that she wore...

She didn't look anything like Belfast. Her breasts were larger than before, even though they were seemingly being compressed by latex, and it was very clear that she was wearing a diaper underneath all of that. It was obnoxiously thick, and it squeaked and crinkled and squished and made all sorts of other sounds that were absolutely impossible to ignore. And it was just as impossible to see what the girl's emotion was, beyond some sort of bliss considering the cries from underneath the latex.

The most striking element of all, beyond the diaper that was stretching out the latex to a point where it looked like it hadn't even gotten close to compressed, was the emblem and the serial number on her face. The emblem was a stylized diaper with a handshake emblazoned on the front, while the serial number was something simple yet not exactly telling. DD-00...

"That's... That's Belfast? W-What'd you do, Admiral?!"

"Eliminating every single sense of self, reducing her to a number and nothing more... You've gone too far, Admiral."

"There's no honor nor any glory in fighting as nothing more than a slave. You should know this, Admiral."

"The Fleet Admiral was right. You're far beyond sane, Admiral. I'm afraid I've been given orders to deal with you, should this come to light."

All four of the shipgirls showed hostility upon being shown what she had done to Belfast, leaving Admiral Shirogane to merely giggle and grin in return. Ah, they were all so upset. But it was okay. She had ways to deal with them and make them realize what they needed to do. There was no reason for them to be upset for long.

"You four are being awfully insubordinate. But that's okay." Admiral Shirogane said, as she calmly pressed a button on her desk. "It means that my choice to convert you four was absolutely correct. Now please sit still. Your conversion will be a lot more pleasant if you don't struggle."

As soon as she clicked the button, a strange sound echoed from their waists. And almost instantly, the latex that covered their diapers shot across their bodies. Covering their legs, their torsos, their arms, everything right up to their necks. Compressing them in a matter of moments, with their existing clothes being absorbed in the process.

"W-What!? What kind of sick idea is this?!" Hipper cried out as she tried to struggle against the binds. But all that happened was her body snapping into place. Legs spread out as her arms were snapped under her bosom. All so she could bring even greater emphasis to her diaper, which seemed to grow a little thicker as most of her body was covered in that thick black latex.

Enterprise tried to push the latex down as soon as she noticed what was going on, though her hands making contact just made it spring up her arms and snap them behind her back as well. Leaving her with her legs spread in the exact same manner as Hippers, not a smidge of pride left on her face. Just abject disgust. "You are foul, Admiral. What do you hope to gain from doing this to us..?"

King George V didn't have the reflexes to fight back, but she did have something. Namely her blade, which was covered in latex just like the rest of her. And instead of being able to use it to resist, it was pressed up against her diaper. That rubberized tip pushed against her, making her tremble with every breath she drew. "T-This is an unfair fight..." She muttered, too busy trying to fight back against the pleasure.

"You awful pervert!" Kaga shouted, all while she was forced onto her knees. All while the latex completely and utterly consumed her, leaving only her head uncovered. Even her tails were compressed against her... Almost adding to the size of her diaper in the process. She wanted nothing more than to deal with this awful Admiral for what she had done...

Admiral Shirogane giggled at the sight. What a wonderful set of girls. Not nearly as perfect as Belfast had ended up, but they looked like good drones. Just a few more touches, and they'd be complete. "Still so insubordinate, despite being fitted into your new permanent uniforms. Perhaps putting your garments to the test will make you all change your minds? Then you'll all be Good Girls..."

The word poured through the four girls' heads. All while their stomachs simultaneously started to rumble. How was she able to do this? What were these diapers made of? And could they stop themselves in time?

They wouldn't get an answer, nor would they get the chance to vocalize their worries. As soon as they tried anything, the latex crept further up their heads until they had their mouths covered by a mask, with each of their masks growing a set of tubes that were connected to the rear of their diapers.

And a moment later, they were forced to vacate their bowels. Each of them forced to mess themselves like overgrown infants. Each pushing more and more as they tried to get it all out. They didn't know why they did it, nor could they truly stop. It just kept on pushing more and more...

Hipper wanted to scream into her mask. But she couldn't. It was like the mask had forced its way into her mouth, like something phallic trying to thrust into her. And the more she tried to scream despite the shaft filling her mouth, the more she opened herself up to smelling the scent of what was growing in her diaper. It was... F-Foul... G-Good..? N-No, it wasn't supposed to feel good...

Enterprise tried to just not breathe. She could hold her breath for a long time. But a single whiff of her mess, especially as she was forced to squat down an extra bit to push another log out, made her nostrils open up as much as they could. And as a result, she started to inhale as much of her stink as she could. Sniffing and snorting like a wild maniac, unable to stop for a single second.

Thanks to the rubberized sword pushing against her, King George V just couldn't stop pushing out her mess once she had started. And the pleasure immediately started to tie itself to the feeling of pushing. The feeling of sniffing her fumes. The feeling of defecating herself on the battlefield. She... She loved it. She loved it so much that she even started to piss herself a bit, with the front of her padding audibly squishing and crinkling as it pushed against her latex suit.

Kaga pushed and pushed. And when it seemed like she was done pushing, she pushed some more and even more of that sludgy and liquid-y mess poured its way out. There was so much of it that it was like she was about to drown in it, even though the only part of the mess that reached her face was the stink. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as it rotted out more and more of her brain, all through nothing more than a couple of huffs...

Each of the four messy girls were forced to cry out in delight, all of their moans equally muffled thanks to their masks, all while the latex stretched further across their faces. The growth of their latex was due to the amount of poopy they were packing into their pampers. The stink feeding into them, trying to make them fill even more. All while they trembled and kept on pushing and huffing and snorting like the little needy girls they were at heart...

And once the latex had wrapped around their heads completely, the same diaper emblem appeared on their faces. Complete with a brand new serial number. DD-01, DD-02, DD-03, DD-04. It didn't matter if they had been from another nation, or if they had been different classes of shipgirls. They were now nothing more than diapered drones, each of them eager to fill their diapers and huff their scent...

"That's more like it. Such Good Girls you are. Diaper Drones that know nothing besides filling their diapers and obeying their Mommy. Isn't that right?" Admiral Shirogane chimed, and each of the girls that were busy huffing their own stink saluted in turn. Just like they had been programmed to, as absolutely loyal and totally filthy girls...

Belfast... No, DD-00 trembled as she stepped a little closer to her Admiral. All while she made sniffing noises, though without an ability to smell her stink. She didn't have any hoses after all. She was nothing more than a prototype, kept away from the mess that she loved so much. And it was that agony that caused her to tremble and gasp in such a muffled manner...

"Good Girl, DD-00." Admiral Shirogane giggled, all while picking Belfast off the ground and letting her sit on her lap. Slowly digging her knee into the mess underneath the padding and the latex, to reward her for a good job. "You made sure that everyone received their diapers too, right? These girls weren't the only ones that deserved to become Diaper Drones, after all..."

DD-00 nodded and trembled all over, as the front of her diaper grew nice and steamy as it was obvious that she had pissed herself again. She couldn't control herself. She didn't wish to control herself. All she wanted was to fill her diaper and do what Mommy wanted her to. It was a wonderful fate...

And it was a fate that many would fall to. The entirety of Ocean Flower would soon be populated by nothing but Diaper Drones and their Mommy. And through their amassed might and unified will, they would be able to influence other bases to fall just like they had. Putting an end to the conflict between nations...

With the spread of Admiral Shirogane's obsession and her drones, the nation of Harmonic Utopia would be born. A true utopia, united through stinky diapers and tight latex...

Ah, what glorious horny harmony...