[Diapers, Latex, Identity Erasure, Droning, Futanari, Genderswap, Diaper Use]

"My my. If it isn't Chrono Diver! Don't you think you're out of your depth, boy? You really think you can take the Time Smashers with nothing but that belt around your waist?"

The wicked leader of the Time Smashers, Chronia, smirked as the intruder as she sat on her throne. She certainly looked like the type of woman that would lead an organization of temporal meddlers, what with the thick shiny silver armor and the broken clock hands that were arranged in such a way that they formed a cape behind her. Combine that with her amazonian physique, and she looked like a real challenge...

"I can't let you keep smashing up time as much as you'd like, Chronia! I'll fix the flow of time and let peace sort itself out!"

The young man intruding upon the Time Smashers' domain was clad in a tight rubber suit that had many of the same aesthetic elements as the Time Smashers' leader's armor. After all, he wasn't that different from her when it came down to it. He was simply aligned with good instead of evil like her. That was why he chose to hide his identity with that clock-faced helmet, one that only grew more menacing as he rushed towards the throne.

Chronia laughed at the sight of the suited hero trying his best to fight against her. She had seen him try this again and again. It never got old seeing him try out this same struggle, regardless of the results.

"The only way 'time' will 'flow' is when I decide it will! And lucky you, Chrono Diver!"

Chronia's laughing and mocking tone echoed through the hall as she stood up, a full-sized clock appearing in front of her. The same clock that appeared every time she wished to access her powers. Every time she altered the timeline..!

"Stop!" Chrono Diver cried out as he tried to reach her. Even drawing his Clock Hand blades to try and cut through it himself, anything to stop this prematurely.

But he was too late. He was always too late. Always forced to watch that thick shaft burst forth from Chronia's crotch, and slam straight through the clock in front of her. Smashing her way through the pre-established flow of time...

Thanks to his armor, he was usually immune. But this time, it felt different. It felt like everything around him was shifting. Like his very time was being smashed just as much as the overall timeline was...

"I can't... I can't let this happen..!" Chrono Diver cried out, slamming his clock hands into the ground below to stop him from being spun along with the flow of time, kneeling down obediently to keep a better grip on himself...

..?

Chrono Diver blinked several times as he found himself kneeling like an obedient servant would. That... That felt wrong. And yet it also felt incredibly, incredibly wrong. He had to get back up. He had to stand up and prove that he wasn't Mistress Chronia's obedient Clock Cleaner...

"Iko! Don't embarrass me in front of your Father! You can't raise your head to look at her when she's addressing us like Clock Cleaners!"

The suited Hero looked to his side, a vivid blush working its way across his entire face as he saw his commander... No, he saw his Mother kneeling right beside him. But she wasn't wearing anything close to the formal attire that he usually saw her wearing when she sent him out on missions...

No, Commander Toki was currently wearing a tight silver bodysuit that was characteristic of the Clock Cleaners, the Time Smashers' minions that were good for nothing but cannon fodder. He was well aware of just how many that he had beaten. Which was why it was hard for him to really recognize the Commander as herself, given that she was wearing the full facemask and everything. Her identity was completely... eras..ed..?

"I-Iko? What do you mean, Commander? I-I'm-"

"Your dear daughter is right, Clock Cleaner 1212."

Mistress Chronia's voice made 'Iko' tremble all over, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor only serving to make every inch of his body roar out even further. Not with fury, no. It roared out with delight and anticipation, hoping that those heels could be turned towards him. Hoping that he would be the one to be stepped on...

A horrid thought, yet one that could become incredibly true in just a few short moments. After all, Mistress Chronia's heel found its way onto the back of Comman- Clock Cleaner 1212's head, pushing her face up against the floor as it beckoned another gasp of pure delight and ecstacy from his fellow minion.

"My mistake, Mistress! My mistake for acting independently! Clock Cleaner 1212 is so, so sorry! Even after you blessed me with a child, I still show too much disrespect! Please, please punish me for my transgressions!" The minion that had once been a proud commander cried out, barely turning her head to allow her Mistress to see her eyes. To see those bright pounding hearts in her eyes as she loved every moment that ticked by...

Mistress Chronia smirked as she lifted her heel from the minion's head. "Clock Cleaners. Sit." She gave both of them a single, simple command. Something that 'Iko' was no doubt going to resist if she had the chance to do so.

Which was why 'Iko' was shocked to find that before she even thought of resisting, she already found herself sitting upright. Or rather, squatting down like a dog would after being given that command, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she very nearly wagged an imaginary tail. Though the crinkling sound between her thighs would make the existence of a tail a little hard to... believe...

'Iko' blinked several more times as the changes to the timeline caught up with her, taking a brief moment to look down at herself. It wasn't the fact that she was dressed in the same sort of tight suit that caught her attention. Nor was it the fact that she had obviously grown tits the size of her head, even after this tight suit pressed them against her chest to try and make them even slightly presentable.

No, it was the thick crinkly garment between her thighs that caught her attention. The extra puffy diaper that cradled her waist, with the suit pressed so tightly against it that it was impossible to ignore. Even just breathing was enough to make the garment crinkle, sending another blush through the Clock Cleaner, with her stomach sending out a soft grumble just as much. It was like she was used to wearing it, and used to... N-No, she didn't want to think about that...

Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried to block out the mental image, it just flooded in. Just as she could hear something flooding out of her, the tightly packed crinkly sound echoing out around her as she involuntarily pushed all sorts of muck into the back of her suit-trapped diaper...

Just as her Mother did, though unlike Iko she was more than happy to push everything into her crinkly seat. Her latex-covered lips were smothered in drool as she started grinding her crotch up against the ground below, panting and gasping at the delight she felt from filling her diaper...

"Heh. I didn't even give an order, and you Clock Cleaners immediately start to clean yourselves. Good thing you have those things around your waists, otherwise you'd be filling those suits until they'd tear right off." Mistress Chronia grinned, the overwhelmingly powerful Mistress crossing her arms as she watched over her two minions doing their natural duty...

All while her crotch started to harden and tremble, a tent being pitched in her armor. A thick pole, its scent already beginning to waft out in response to the humiliating display taking place in front of her.

Iko didn't want to be filling the back of her diaper. Much less acknowledge that any of this was right. Yet her mind kept telling her that it was right. That she was meant to be a latex-clad minion, a follower of the Time Smashers. Nothing more than another Clock Cleaner, who cleaned out any sense of independence and ego on a regular basis by 'cleansing' her body of all impurities...

Impurities that were making her pant more and more as she pushed and pushed. Her diaper became more and more of a seat the more she pushed out. She could probably just let her legs give way at this point, and she'd collapse right onto the diaper. If she did that though, then she'd... H-Haaahhh...

"That's more like it, 2424!" Clock Cleaner 1212- Mother said, her identity becoming harder and harder to truly recognize. Especially when Clock Cleaner 2424 heard her assigned number get called out. "You just need to follow Mistress' orders! Your original future doesn't matter any longer, she's smashed it to pieces for our sake! That's the love that she has for us!"

It wasn't right. It wasn't right at all to accept that a villain like her could just take a future that was meant for them and smash it with her... Her...

More and more drool poured its way down Clock Cleaner 2424's chin as she stared towards MIstress' thick cock. It was bigger than her forearm. Bigger than hers ever had been. Had she ever had one? It was hard to tell. Maybe Clock Cleaner 1212 was correct. Maybe this really was all for their sake. Maybe she should just accept that this was the way things were meant to be...

"Put those glistening lips to good use, Clock Cleaners."

Ah..! Mistress asked them to worship her. Just hearing her wish for their intervention like this... It sent such powerful sparks of joy through the minions' heads.

"Yes! Mistress!" Both Mother and Daughter saluted, their obedience emphasized even more by the nasty sounds of their packed pampers tightly squishing against the ground underneath them. Especially as they filled it even more, the explosive growth only served to add to the squeaking hell that was the latex trying to contain all of that...

The shiny silver material that covered up Mistress' cock was as reflective as it was hypnotizing. Showing the Clock Cleaners just what they were. Completely latex covered minions, who didn't stand out in the slightest. Beyond the number printed on the top of their heads, that is.

Otherwise, they were identical in every way. Of course they were. The way that Mistress had smashed their time into pieces for her own enjoyment and their guaranteed delight made sure of that. She reconstructed their fate until they ended up like this.

Cow-tittied. Broodmother-hipped. Pamper-packing. They were the only true words that could describe the way they were. Oversexualized, identityless drones that lived for nothing but their Mistress...

It was why they simply started planting their latex-covered lips all over that wonderful silver shaft. Coating this 'clock hand' with black kiss after black kiss. Every kiss serves to fuse that latex to their bodies even more than it already had. Ensuring that they would never be able to undo this fate of theirs...

Even if they were only aware of this fate for the sake of knowing that they had once been worse. Now that they were Clock Cleaners, the stinkiest and crinkliest of drones that lived for nothing but Mistress, they were complete. It didn't matter that they had been enemies of the Time Smashers. It didn't matter that they had been Son and Mother just a few scant moments ago.

The only thing that mattered to Clock Cleaner 1212 and Clock Cleaner 2424 was that they were being appreciated by their Mistress. A Mistress that would treat them like trash and do whatever she wanted to humiliate them. Even break their time all over again to give them the faintest notion that things might end up differently...

Even if they would end up right back here. Mushing their mess-filled diapers against the ground as they made love to the thick breeding stick in front of them. Delightfully moaning, loving every moment of fulfilling Mistress' orders...

All while her cackling victorious laugh echoed through their smashed time, solidifying her victory over those that stood in her way...