[ABDL, Diaper Use, Sissy, Soiling, Living Diaper, Corruption]

"F-Finally.. Finally managed to get away..."

An adventure had gone wrong. For Makara, the adventurer in question, this was not exactly uncommon. The Demon Lord's forces were ruthless and extremely perverse. And that meant that adventurers like her were very prone to being transformed. Some more pernanently than others.

But she had somehow managed to get away. She still didn't quite understand how. And in fact, she was barely even able to consider herself a female at the current moment. Not helped by the fact that a pair of massive fake tits were currently hanging from her chest, each trying to weigh her down. Despite how obvious and shiny they were, making it clear that they were fake, her mind still perceived them as real. Especially as she ran her hands along them, feeling the trembling sensations pulse through her.

The other reason why she felt so inadequately female at the moment was the incredibly tiny sissy cock between her thighs, as well as the extra pink dress she wore and the super soft and crinkly diaper that was exposed to the world thanks to the dress being torn. She looked utterly ridiculous, and the fact she was able to still walk around with some semblance of pride was really surprising...

Even her hair, which had previously been blonde with a few touches of green, had been infested by that sissiness that she had been forced into. The green replaced with pink, and even just thinking about how sissified she had become was enough to make her trembling sissy cock squirt a little inside her padding.

"F-Focus, Makara! Focus!" She cried out, slapping herself and trembling as she let out a few more squirting droplets into the front of her padding. It was really, really hard to fight against her current situation. But she had to. Otherwise... Otherwise she'd probably just stroll right back to the baddie that had turned her into a sissy in the first place.

Right now, she had to find a cure. And unfortunately, she knew that there wouldn't be many ways to cure her. Mainly because the one person that could probably cure her would find a way to baby her harder... Or worse, make her fill this diaper around her waist...

"W-Why's it gotta crinkle so much, it's so distracting!" Makara cried out. It was frustrating to take a step and hear the infernal crinkly sound echo through her ears. She just wanted to find a way to deal with it so she could make it stop. She had been trained to recognize it as a good thing while sissified, so it naturally still affected her. But more importantly... It got in the way of combat. She was a fist-fighting gal by nature, so to have to deal with it over and over was getting really annoying!

Eventually, however, she seemed to reach her destination. A big black manor, one that seemed downright abandoned. Like she'd find plenty of bugs and bug-like monsters lurking around every possible corner. Which really wasn't a good thing to think about right this very moment.

No matter what lurked inside, the place was rumored to house a miracle cure. The one that had lived here was once a companion of the Demon Lord, and they had shown them mercy. They would be able to cure anything that the Demon Lord and their minions was able to inflict. Essentially rewinding them to a point where they were pure. It was too good to be true. And yet Makara needed it to be true. She needed it to be true, otherwise there was no way that she was going to get back to normal.

Still, to head into someplace like that all n her own... It made shivers run up her back, as she narrowed her eyes and idly rubbed her fake breasts for comfort. She hated that this was something that she could do, but it still helped her...

"Come on, Makara..." The adventurer muttered to herself, biting into her lip as she felt her sissy cock squirt again. It was a frustrating thing to feel, but it was a necessary one. Not only did the sensation of her breasts being rubbed make her feel really relaxed, but the post-climax high was just enough to push her over the edge. She could do this. Even with the crinkling and everything..!

She took one strong step, and immediately heard a crinkling sound echo underneath her. And this time, it wasn't due to her diaper. It was more squeaky. Like she had just stepped on something. It prompted her to raise her eyebrow, and look down to examine what she might've just done...

Only to then stare straight at a... Diaper..? At least, that's what it looked like. A diaper that was currently opened up and facing downward. And as she raised her leg in confusion, it suddenly started to try and wrap itself around her, proving that it was at least some kind of alive.

"Off!" Makara shouted, quickly spinning around and launching the diaper far off into the distance. Even if her body was weighed down by her fake tits and her diaper, her legs would not fail her. She could still launch enemies far away if she just got the chance to. And this was definitely something that she could do.

...Then it dawned on her. If there was one diaper here, and she thought there could be bugs inside, and it was practically invisible to her until she made contact... There were going to be so many more inside the manor, weren't there?

Makara took a deep breath, refusing to dwell on that thought for long. She grabbed her tits and slammed them against one another, trembling as she felt the cum squirting out yet again. She couldn't afford to dwell on this. She had to keep going. Even if there were creepy, crinkly, diaperbugs all over the place.

"AaaaaAAAAA!" She shouted and screamed in an attempt to psych herself up while charging inside, slamming open both the gates to the manor and the doors themselves, rushing as fast as she possibly could while still wearing the diaper.

It was practically impossible to go at the usual speeds she ran. Partly because she was forced into a very quick waddle due to how thick that diaper was, spreading out her legs to a width she thought she could only handle in short spurts, but also due to the heels that were practically glued to her feet. Part of the sissy gear meant that she needed to stand tall and expose her sissyhood, something that had filled her heart with joy while she was transformed. But now that just brought pure shame and embarrassment.

And just as she had feared, there were diaperbugs inside. But... Not that many. And they were surprisingly skittish. In fact, her scream had made the ones that were still hiding pop out of their hiding spots and outright scamper off. Like they were afraid to interact with the wild maniac that had decided to suddenly make her presence known.

Not that Makara really noticed. She was busy running for her life. She didn't want to be caught. She didn't want to be turned into an even bigger sissy. She just wanted to be the same that she had always been. And that meant that she had to make it through. No matter what got in her way.

Eventually, also known as roughly before getting to the stairs that led into the basement of the spooky manor, she ran out of steam. She was sweating. And she was red all over. Her diaper was soggy and sagging from just how much cum it had forcibly absorbed, and she felt like she could just fall onto her butt and give up and be a good sissy like this...

But at the same time, she wasn't going to allow herself to do something like that. No matter how great the allure of being a sissy was, she wasn't going to give in. Even as her tired hands actively tried to reach for the pitiful bulge in her soggy diaper, she eventually snapped out of it and rapidly shook her head to try and rid herself of such awful thoughts.

"Just... Just a little further..." Makara muttered, staying tall despite her weakened legs...

For about a few more seconds, before she forcibly collapsed onto her padded butt, and another moan left her lips. Felt so good to squish on her sissy seat, and... N-No, it wasn't supposed to feel good. She couldn't let herself get distracted like that. She had to keep focus. Even in a situation like this.

She had to continue down into the basement. Whether on foot or... Actually, perhaps being forced onto her rear wasn't as bad as she thought it was. After all, going down stairs while her legs were tired and she was stuck in heels was a recipe for tripping. When she was on her diapered butt, then...

A blush worked its way onto Makara's cheeks. Was she genuinely going to slide her butt all the way down those stairs? The more she looked down on them, the more they seemed to stretch on into infinity. She was just going to make things a complete and utter mess for herself. And her diaper was already beyond messy, with how much cum it had managed to soak up. The chance of her making a worse mess of it by cumming every time her butt fell onto a step...

Every... Every time...

Something clicked inside of Makara's mind, as she quickly started to gasp and slide forward. She had been filled with too much pleasure. Which meant that she had to obey her instincts. And her instincts told her to pursue even further pleasure. Which meant...

Little by little, she descended the steps. And she quickly started to cry out in delight. Again and again. Over and over. All because she decided that the best way forward was to slide down these steps.

It almost felt like she was having something shoved up her little sissy hole. Or at least a big strong pair of hips slamming into her. Over and over. She forgot everything about going down the stairs to reach her objective. And the mere act of going down them consumed her.

Makara was making big messies in the front of her diapy. Big stickies for a sissy like her. And every time she landed on another step, she felt her body trembling a little further. All because she was pushing herself further and further into complete and utter dependence. It felt so fantastic. So... So..!

She couldn't fully describe what she felt. Just that she loved every moment of it. Because she wanted it to keep going. She wanted it to be eternal. She was slipping further and further into her sissy mindset, until...

She reached the bottom. Then it all stopped. The high of climaxing over and over was cut off. And all she could see... Was her own reflection, in the mirrors that hung to her sides. Two massive mirrors that both showed her just how pathetic she currently looked.

But it wasn't just there to show her how pathetic she was. That would've made it bad enough. It also seemed to show her in an extra shiny manner. Like she was made of plastic or something. Which just made her look like she was one big plastic diaper. Which, in turn, just heightened her arousal and her shame even more. She was like... She was like one big diaper, constantly soaking up the pleasure that came from being a sissy.

She hated it. She hated it a lot. But it made her cum more. Even as she struggled to get back up onto her feet. She wanted it all to stop. She didn't want to think about it any longer. It was awful. It was beyond awful. She wanted it all to go away so she didn't have to think about being...

"Ehehe... S-Sissy Makara..."

Makara shook her head as her lips acted on their own accord. "No. Not... Not a sissy..." She muttered with vain confidence. She really didn't want it to be true. She wanted it to be anything but true. Because she was this close to the prize. Beyond the doors, beyond the mirrors, was the cure that she craved...

She just had to endure for a little while longer. Then she would end up getting what she wanted. It was certainly difficult, especially as it sounded like somebody was laughing at her while she was trying to get up. Maybe it was the psychic presence of her former dominant. Or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She couldn't say for sure. All she could do was get up...

And tremble a bit more as she felt her cock fire off several shots in succession just from the sensation of getting up on her feet. It was bad enough that her legs were super wobbly from all the orgasms and the exhaustion prior, but the slightest victory was rewarded with more climaxing...

Makara struggled to step forward. Breathing harder and harder with every moment that passed. She just needed to make it a little further, then it would all be okay. All the humiliation would be washed away, and she would be back to normal. She would be... back to normal...

Her cock trembled a little as she stepped into the chamber that she had been seeking. She felt the tiniest bit of regret taking hold of her. She would be abandoning her sissyhood... For what..? N-No, she was abandoning it so she could think independently. So she could think without worrying about cumming all the time!

And yet her heart trembled with the slightest despair. She would be throwing it all away. Even though she knew that her heart's desires were tainted, she couldn't help but find that they were slightly right...

But she had to press on. According to the legends and the rumors, she had to sit on the throne in the depths of the manor. And the room she had just entered had nothing except for a throne. A soft looking throne that was just begging to be sat on. One that looked nice and squishy and perfect to rest on.

At this point, Makara would sit there even if it wasn't going to cure her. She really just needed a way to deal with how sore she felt. And that meant to sit down on the wonderful throne in front of her. One that would help her really just... Feel better.

With every step she took, her heart kept hammering away at her chest. Begging her to stop. But her mind, freed from the sissy taint, continued. She was able to wrestle control of her body, no matter how much the heart begged for her to stop. Every step bringing her closer and closer, until...

*Hisss....*

Makara's cheeks went completely red as she heard the sound of her diaper growing much wetter over the course of very few seconds. Her heart had managed to fill her with shame at the last possible moment by wrestling control of her bladder. Forcing her to piss herself so hard that her diaper almost immediately slammed against the floor.

Sissies like her were meant to fill their diapers to the brim. And all the cum that she had in her balls was nothing compared to the amount of pee that she had stored up. The shock of her having peed herself was... Far, far too much for her mind to handle.

"You wish to remain padded, don't you..?"

It was then, when her heart had control over her, that she heard a voice. A comforting and maternal voice. One that sounded like it was close by. But where did it come from? And what could she do? She really wanted to stay diapered. She wanted to stay a pretty sissy with a cummy clitty that would never ever stop cumming in her extra squishy and extra crinkly diaper..!

"Come closer... Take a seat..."

The voice began speaking again, and Makara stared towards the throne. It was then that Makara's mind and heart both reached the same conclusion. The legends, the rumors, everything was real. But it seemed like it wasn't nearly as truthful as it seemed. If anything, it had been an outright lie... Or just a mistake...

"N-No... I don't want to be diapered..!" Makara cried out, but now her heart had control of her body. So she was forced to step forward. Keep stepping forward, until she could plant that cute little padded posterior right on that seat..!

"Sit down, you cute little thing. Sit down and accept me..."

Her heart listened, even if her mind didn't want her to. And she took a seat, right there on that comfortable looking throne. All so she could get the chance to be an eternal sissy. She knew that it would feel great. There's no way it couldn't feel great. That's what her heart thought at least.

Makara trembled as she tried to wrestle control back. But as she heard an intense crinkle echo out. Not just from her waist, but also from everything around her. It was like the throne was one big diaper too...

There's no way it could be a diaper. It was solid. It was something she was supposed to sit on. And yet it made the exact same sounds as one. So there was a chance that it really could be one...

As she was shocked by the sound, the throne started to react. And a soft laugh echoed through her ears. "Finally... Finally..! Somebody finally put me back on..!" The voice echoed, as the throne immediately started to pull itself apart. And the sound of it doing so was like a diaper's tapes being undone...

Makara tried her best to get up, but it was already too late. The throne had managed to wrap around her waist and snap shut, just as a diaper would. In fact, it didn't take much to see that it was actually just a diaper. One that was even more painfully thick than the one she wore before. Though at least it wasn't messy or soggy like the one underneath...

"Fill me... Fill me now, and you will use me until the end..."

The voice echoed through her mind, as it became painfully obvious that the diaper was not only the throne, but also the source of the voice. It wanted her to use it. It wanted her to fill it to the very brim. And its voice was very convincing. Pushing her. Beckoning her to fill it.

Makara struggled to think as she heard that voice. It was like the voice was coiling around her. Squeezing her thoughts tight. Making it harder and harder to do anything except what it wanted her to. Especially with her heart still completely under its thrall. "I... I... I..!"

"I wanna messssss!"

Makara's heart took over, since her mind was locked down by the voice's influence. And thus the cute sissy wearing the obnoxiously big diaper started to push like she needed to completely evacuate her bowels. It didn't matter how full they were, it didn't matter how much she wanted or needed to go poopy. She wanted to mess just like the voice was beckoning her to do. And since her mind wasn't able to stop her...

It just started to pour. She didn't know how much she had in her, so she pushed even harder. And as the back of the double-layered diaper started to expand, a look of pure pleasure started to consume her. It felt beyond good. It felt so wonderful to just push it all into the seat of her diaper. She wanted to push and push and push until there was nothing left.

She could just barely hear the cries of her own mind start to fill her ears, before it was silenced forever. It was pushed out just like the rest. Filling the diaper like everything else that she pushed out. It didn't matter what she was pushing out in the end. Whether it was pure filth or not. The voice had told her to keep filling it. And then she would remain as sissified as she could possibly be...

The mere thought of filling her diaper and staying a sissy was more than enough to make Makara's heart tremble in pure and utter delight. It felt so good to just push and push. To fill until the very end. So much so that she hardly noticed anything around her, because of just how much she was pushing into her diaper.

It grew bigger and bigger. Not just because of what she was pushing into it, but because of the manor itself starting to shift. Her seat, which was making tender contact with the floor below, seemed to be... Absorbed into the diaper. Inch by inch, foot by foot. All of it was being absorbed into the diaper, making it grow thicker and thicker with every moment that passed.

Every little bit of the manor was being absorbed. It didn't matter if it was a floorboard, a brick, everything was becoming part of this diaper. And she paid attention to absolutely none of it. Because she was far too busy just filling her diaper. She loved to go poopy. She loved going poopy... She loved it all!

Lost in a pure haze of pleasure, she didn't notice a thing. Not the diaper growing. Not that the rest of her was being converted into nothing but poopy. Not even her body starting to take on a brown tint. All she did was just keep filling.

And when it looked like she couldn't fill any longer, her diaper started to stretch. It stretched and it stretched, until it finally reached all the way up to her head... And then it swallowed her whole. Squeezing all around her, and forcing her deeper and deeper inside...

Eventually, all the absorbing ended. And what was left sitting in the middle of a giant hole, where the manor's basement had once been, was a single diaper. One oversized diaper that was the same size as a person. As if Makara had been transformed into a poopy-filled pamper...

Then it shook a little. Then a little more. And then it started glowing, taking on a plastic-y sheen as it started to shift and shuffle. A limb grew at first, then a few more, then the diaper continued to shift more and more, growing into a proper dress, while a head popped out of the top...

If you were to look at the diaper from a distance, it looked more like a person. But up close, it was clear that it was a diaper. A pink plastic-covered diaper that looked like it was perfectly fit for a sissy. A long and frilly-like pink dress, long pink ponytails, and a great big smile and a crown to boot on top.

The only thing that made her look so off was the fact that she was very clearly still a diaper. And the fact that everything looked like it was part of her. It was like she was a living diaper, looking vaguely like Makara once did. All while she giggled and chuckled.

"Aaaahh... Messtress is back in action..!" The living diaper declared, before pausing and giggling. "I guess it's Messtress Makara now, huh? I feel memories of back then, and all of her memories too..." She muttered, all while trembling as her crotch grew visibly thicker, complete with a lock forming on the bulging crotch. She was a sissy diaper queen, she wasn't allowed to cum even with this new authority granted to her...

All the Messtress could do was giggle as she skipped off. Having regained her power and having merged with a new host, there were many things that she had to do. First, she had to find her dear Morte and make sure that she was as poopy as ever. Then, she needed to reconstruct her manor and make sure it was even more padded than before. And then...

Then the Messtress needed her disciples, a brand new bunch of cuties to have fun with. Oh, she couldn't wait!