[ABDL, Diaper Use, Genderswap, Himbo]

"Maaanagerrrr! Where's the snacks! You always put snacks on the table after a show!"

"Pipe down, Princess. You know she's doing her best. Even if her best ain't worth shit."

"Indeed, Queen, indeed. At this rate, we'll have to replace her so we can get back on track."

Being the manager of a group of idols is hard work. And it's even harder work when that group really doesn't take off. As was the case for the niche idol group, The Royals. Made up of three 'sisters', Princess, Queen and Empress, the Royals were meant to use their bratty appeal to make people fall in love with them. That was the idea, at least. And yet the only thing they had succeeded in doing was piss off most of their fans, because they forgot that they were supposed to be playing characters...

Or perhaps their Manager forgot that they were brats at heart. As good as they were at singing, the constant praise and gushing from their fans has a negative effect on them. So naturally they abused their trust. They abused anything they could, because they thought that was their right. Even though a lot of the 'rights' that they were given were all to reinforce their image, and that stuff cost money to ensure.

Their Manager, an overworked black-haired woman wearing a suit and shades at all times to both keep some form of anonymity while also aiding her image as a personal bodyguard to The Royals, was at her wit's end. Those three girls... They were in the red. No matter how many times they sang, no matter how many crappy events they held to try and turn the fans around, they wouldn't be able to rake in the attention that they needed. They were screwed. Plain and simple. And yet...

There were options available to her, weren't there? She could definitely make all of this work. Not only would she be able to save their image, but she'd have cash to spare. Cash that she could spend on... Hold on. Hold on just a moment.

"Oi! Manager!" Princess shouted, as she tossed a wrapper at her. "Aren't you listening?! We want snacks! C'mon! Stop being a penny-pinching cheapskate!" Despite her pretty dress and her cute blonde twintails, she really didn't live up to the kindness that one would expect from a Princess...

Queen chuckled as she watched her Manager get abused. All while taking a sip of tea, gently brushing her hand through her hair. "You're in real deep shit now, Manager. You've made Princess angry, and you know what she's like when she's angry." Despite her long blonde locks, which made her look like she was Princess' elder sister, her vocabulary and general behavior didn't match the dignity of her role. Not that she cared... Which in and of itself made her the most appealing of The Royals, as her selfish behavior made her reflect a different and much more dominant kind of queen...

Empress remained quiet. Which was her flaw. Despite such a commanding name, she didn't really show it. She thought she could get away with being whatever she wanted, as long as she had this name. And yet it was clear the fans were growing tired of her. Not helped by her short black hair compared to the much longer and matching hair that Princess and Queen had.

As their Manager took one more good look at the three brats that made up The Royals, a thought slammed its way through her mind. A thought that she should've considered much earlier. If she wanted to use her paycheck on porn, then why didn't she just cut out the middleman and turn these girls into the kind of porn she loved? Idols were basically this close to being pornographic anyway.

She just had to make sure that she picked the right kink. And endure being a target for crumpled up wrappers for a little while longer...

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"She's gone! She fucking ran off and took the money! That bitch! I'll kill her!"

"Calm down, Princess. We'll kill her. After we make sure she tells us where she hid the money. There's no way she's spent it already."

"That's assuming we even had any left for her to use. A shame, really."

The Royals had gathered in their usual lounge, with both Princess and Queen radiating their razor sharp killing intent. They weren't going to allow that penny-pinching manager to run off with their money. They had worked damn hard for it! Getting up on that stage and acting like they were sisters was humiliating, and they weren't going to go home empty handed. Especially when there was still more than enough left for them to start over and repair their image if they wanted to go legit. Empress, by comparison, remained as calm as ever. Not really bothered by this seeming betrayal.

But before their emotions reached a fever pitch, the door to their lounge was slammed open. And right there was their manager, sweat running down her face as she staggered towards the couch. She had to run here, because the other option was risking everything she had planned. She knew that Princess and Queen would be mad once she took the money, and she needed them to be... Negotiable, if she wanted this plan to take off and succeed.

"There you fucking are, you fucking rat!" Princess shouted, grabbing her Manager by the collar before rapidly shaking her around like she was nothing more than a toy. "WHERE'S THE MONEY!? YOU KNOW WE'RE NOT DOING SHIT WITHOUT THE MONEY!" She was screaming at this point. And rightfully so, since it wouldn't be long before their next show. It was on in... About an hour, give or take? And they hadn't practiced or anything, because they hadn't gotten any instructions.

"So, Manager." Queen chimed as she reached for the knife they used for a shitty dollar store cake the night before. "Which finger will it be? You know, besides the pinky you owe us." Instead of going for the loud anger, she demonstrated how willing she was to outright harm their Manager...

Empress looked up from her magazine, before just shaking her head and continuing to read. Those two were a lost cause. And she didn't care as much about being an idol as they did, so it was a net neutral act to just sit there and continue reading.

"W-Wait. Wait. Waaaait. I... I used all the money. To buy you guys something that might help you improve. Something that'll make the audience fall in love with you again. I promise, this time it's not a total scam, unlike the super short skirts that were supposed to make it easier to see your panties!" She really did hope that it worked as well as it was advertised to. Because those skirts being LONGER than they were supposed to really drained her finances...

Princess glared at the Manager, before letting go of her and grabbing the knife from Queen in the process, tossing the knife towards Empress who caught it and kept it ready. "Alright then. What'd you buy? It better be good. And you better have actually tried it out first. Otherwise..."

Queen grinned as she made a 'cut off her head' motion. She was very willing to do harm. Perhaps far too willing. She definitely needed to be disciplined, just as Princess did. Both of them needed long timeouts when it was all said and done, and Empress needed to learn what it meant to actually put in effort...

For now, however, their Manager would start with the 'sisters'. And she did so by pushing a pair of blue pacifiers into their mouths, shutting them both up and suitably stunning them since neither of them were anywhere close to prepared for something like this.

"The hell!?" Princess shouted, her voice muffled by the sudden rubber in her mouth. All while she instinctively started to suckle. Rather obsessively in fact. The last time she suckled on a pacifier was when she was in kindergarten though. She hadn't tasted a rubber nipple like this in ages. So why was she this intent on suckling?!

Queen shared that sentiment, as she tried to chew into the rubber. But the pacifier was actually really big and really tough. So all she could do was suckle more and more. Which just made it all the more alluring to suckle on. The more she sucked, the more she wanted to suck on it. A vicious cycle for sure...

Empress blinked as she watched her 'sisters' suck on a pair of pacifiers. "...Manager, just what did you find?" She didn't have any good words that would properly quantify the shock she was currently feeling, so she did the next best thing and just focused on the mystery of the pacifiers themselves. Where in the world would she find pacifiers that could shut those two brats up, and why did her heart tremble as she watched them?

The Manager grinned. It was starting. Thank god. She was going to get rid of those brats and trade them in for something much better. And she could already see the effects, as both of those girls had their eyes grow dimmer and dimmer, bit by bit. All while she reached out and patted them on the head like nothing at all was wrong. "There there. Just suckle away. It'll all make sense soon."

Princess wanted to lash out at her Manager for treating her like a child. And yet... It kinda felt really nice to have her patting her on the head. Like, super nice. Maybe if she just leaned into that petting, she'd feel even better. And then she could... suckle even more on her pacifier... Yeah...

Queen was in the same boat. But she was really leaning into the petting. It was like she had an itch she needed to scratch, and this kind of gentle petting was just what she needed for this specific issue. Ah... Aaaah... She really, really liked it...

Empress blinked a few times as she watched the two 'sisters' slowly but surely... Grow? Were they growing? That's what it looked like at least, so that's what she was inclined to believe. But why would they be growing? What would make them grow? Those were questions that poured through her mind. Not just that, but she... She kinda wanted to be patted on the head as well.

Which prompted her to come closer. Instead of being a spectator for once, the black-haired girl walked over to the couch and climbed in between the other two. Looking at their Manager with a blush on her cheeks as she offered her lips. She... She wanted a pacifier too. She wanted to understand what was going on. And it seemed like the pacifier was the key to all of it. So what if it was humiliating? She needed to know. No matter what.

Her Manager smiled and gave her the same sort of pacifier, all while kissing her on the forehead. "You always were the most obedient, Empress. So don't worry. This won't hurt. And it won't take much longer. Just keep suckling, and everything will turn out alright." She gave her very simple instructions to follow. She didn't have to worry, and everything would work out. She had no good reason to trust her. And yet she did exactly what she had been told.

The pair of suckles turned into a small choir thanks to Empress joining in. All of them suckling at the same time, their noises blending together. Slowly but surely making it harder and harder for Empress to think as well. It just felt nice to suckle. So she suckled more and more. Trying to experience more of what was making it feel nice. She wanted more.. More...

Not one of The Royals realized what was going on. Nor that their clothes had disappeared. Those expensive and tacky uniforms that were meant to make them look like the brats they acted like, gone. Replaced with nothing but a cute pair of diapers around their waists. Even as the crinkles echoed out, none of them really took action...

The one thing that stood out about these diapers, however, was the very obvious male symbol on the front, accompanied by the arrow going through a crown. This was something that their Manager had designed, and she was happy that it had actually shown up. She had to fork out a lot for these transformative pacifiers, so the fact it came with the design she requested was even better.

Little by little, each of the three 'sisters' lost more and more of their hair. Which made Princess and Queen look like twins once they ended up with really short hair, while nearly fully matching with Empress barring the color of their hair. They were like triplets, except one clearly had a different parent given that hair.

Not that it mattered too much. The main thing that mattered was that they were believable in their role. And the next part of that transformation would serve to ensure that, as each of the girls let out a bit of a moan...

Just like the gradual shortening of their hair, the rest of their bodies began to change as well. Their shoulders were broadening, their faces were growing firmer, a soft layer of muscle grew across their arms and legs... And most importantly, their breasts pressed inward and slowly but surely disappeared completely.

It was easy to tell. The Royals were all becoming boys. All thanks to the pacifiers they were busy suckling so much on. It was why their diapers had this new logo. And why it felt so good to suckle...

It kinda... Kinda felt like they were suckling something really thick... They weren't really able to tell what, but they definitely knew that this suckling felt really nice. So much so that they started blushing as the heat filled their nethers...

Those Sisters... No, those Brothers each reached down to the very obvious tent in their diapers. And in unison, matching the pace at which they suckled away at their pacifiers, they started stroking. Letting their hands slide back and forth. Back and forth. It felt really good to lose themselves in the rhythm of it all. To just submit and masturbate away,as if they could keep doing it all day. And if they just kept on pumping, if they kept on suckling, then they definitely could just keep going.

Their Manager was watching every step of the way. And as they fully masculinized their way into becoming men, she couldn't help but play a little with herself... Well, gently pressing her hand against the diaper that she had put on before she left. It wasn't nearly as thick as theirs, nor did she have a cock packed into hers. All that she had was her pussy, and how nice it felt to push that diaper up against it...

The Royals let out nice moans as they felt their bodies growing even stronger. All while they felt a need to push. Not a lot. Just a little. Because it felt like they needed to get something out. Something that was really sticking inside them that was making them feel all sorts of not-nice. So if they got rid of it, they'd feel a lot better. It didn't take long for the three to come to an agreement either, the suckling 'Brothers' looking to one another and nodding. Because they all had the same sensation, they were going to do their best. Together...

All three buff boys pushed. And they pushed. Until they felt the stuff inside them loosen, and a wave of pure relief and bliss overwhelmed them. It felt really... Reaaaally nice to push it all out. So much so that they couldn't stop themselves from giggling a little. Ehehehe... It felt nice to go poopy in their pampers...

Of course, none of the three realized what they were currently smushing around inside their nappies. That was the last few bits of their old selves. Princess, Queen and Empress wouldn't exist any longer. Because why would they? The Royals were made up of Brothers, not sisters. Prince, King and Emperor didn't need to worry about any sort of Sisters, as long as they had each other.

Their Manager trembled as she felt the smell of their stinky diapers reach her, prompting her to gasp as she grasped ahold of the back of the sofa. So she could take a moment and catch her breath. God, it was awful. And yet at the same time, it was just wonderful. This was what she wanted. Three hot himbo diaper boys... Ehehe, that was actually a good name for them. Not that, but more the diaper boys part... Royal Babies? Yeah, that could work as a rebrand.

"Mommy..?" Prince looked up at his Manager, pacifier having fallen out of his mouth finally. He'd pick it back up, but he seemed a little dim. Maybe a little too much had been pushed into his diaper... Eh, it was probably fine.

"Mommy..!" King giggled, as he really mushed his butt around. Ehehe, having Mommy look at him made him feel really good. So what if his paci was getting mashed underneath his diaper..?

Emperor stared up at Mommy, and just reached up towards her without really saying much. He was still quiet, even after being transformed into a boy. Though he was also the stinkiest, so he probably needed a change real soon.

She had a long night ahead of her. Making sure that these himbo babies were ready to perform on stage. Rebranding and everything... But at the end of the day, making sure that these cute boys won the hearts of everyone was important. Not just for their own sake, but for hers.

Ehehe... To think that she'd experience success through her pornographic fantasy...