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On a night-time stroll through the royal gardens you are sudden
On a night-time stroll through the royal gardens you are suddenly set upon by a group of armed assailants. One of them comes up from behind and thrusts a chloroform-soaked rag to your face, making you pass out in seconds. You awake in a marble room with a chute tube in front of your face. There is a complex array of restraints and suspensions keeping you locked in place, with your nose and mouth a few inches away from the end of the pipe. You look at yourself in the one-way mirror and notice you have been stripped of your royal gowns, replaced with a thick, heavy duty diaper. The same people from before walk in, only this time wearing nothing but identical white and pink diapers. "Good morning princess, we hope these accommodations are comforting. We wish you no harm, we just want the ransom money. Once your family pays up, you will be free to go. But until then..., we have just the job for you" one of them announces as they press a button on the side of the room. A loud mechanical beep sounds and all of a sudden, dirty diapers start to tumble down the chute one by one. They land, slapping against your waiting face with an audible wet squelch. Introducing your nose to the ungodly smell of fresh human waste.
You try your best to pull your head back, but the stiff rods ke
You try your best to pull your head back, but the stiff rods keep your head perfectly in place. All of a sudden the rods yank your head back and the diaper falls free. You are then slammed into the next one. This one was older, and leaking, splattering your face with its festering contents. This would repeat for the next 12 or so hours until you pass out for the night. You are awoken the next morning by one of your captors opening the door. They flick a switch and your head is pulled down, the remaining diapers tumbling down your back, leaving a messy snail trail. They present your morning meal. A thick heaping bowl of oatmeal with some obvious tablets sprinkled in. "You will be well fed three times a day, your diaper changed once a month, and the room cleared out at the same time. I see you've already got to work filling your diaper with pee, but after your meal you can really start pumping that full of poopies. Let's get you properly fitted for your stay."
Part 01
Part 01
They pull out a nose hook and a short tube gag, and puts them o
They pull out a nose hook and a short tube gag, and puts them on your head. Then pulls a dripping water tube from above, and pushes it into a small hole separate from the gags tube. "There we go now I can feed you, and you can use that drip tube to stay hydrated and keep those pamps soggy! After she's done feeding you she waves goodbye "See you in the afternoon", and the diaper chute starts back up in earnest. By the end of the day, you're sure that the food has laxatives in it, and that the water definitely has diuretics. As the end of the month approaches you are in an absolute state. The used diapers are piled up to your chin now. Every 15 minutes, as a new diaper presents itself, you are practically forcing the ones below you out of the way with your face. The rod pistons have also slowed down, dragging out your torment as you are forced deep into the diapers as it is pushed out of the way for the next one. Your face is coated in a thick layer of slop constantly being refreshed.
But your own diaper is the worst. You can feel it hanging down
But your own diaper is the worst. You can feel it hanging down on your feet, filled to the brim with a lukewarm clammy sludge that you are forcibly squatted down into every time a chute diaper is replaced, mashing against your body and over your stained pussy. By the end of the month you where looking forward to your cleaning and changing more than the hope of rescue. Your wardens kept their word, coming in with shovels and a wheelbarrow to cart the sea of diapers away. After removing yours, they carried it away with great care, and gave you a quick hose down before locking you back into position, and feeding you your morning meal. Until evening, there was nothing, no new diapers. You thought your torment might actually be over, that the ransom had finally been paid and that you would be rescued from this diaper dungeon. You where wrong. Very, very wrong. A month of getting personal with diapers in every state from new to old, damp to waterlogged, to a near formless balls of wrecked sludge that was once a diaper, none of this could have prepared you for what would come next.
Part 02
Part 02
An hour after your evening meal, right before you explosively e
An hour after your evening meal, right before you explosively emptied yourself for the first time, after desperately holding it in all day, you heard a loud schlop echo from the tube, followed by a steady stream of warm watery brown liquid. The pistons force your head forward. You look up, and see it. The diaper. Your diaper. Your absolute monster beanbag of a diaper slowly but surely making its way down the tube. Until it gets stuck halfway down. You could hear the sound of the pipe creaking, and a hissing similar to the sound of an unlit gas lantern. The beast you created was stuck. You could smell it from here, building as it got closer, but now you where relieved. The hissing sound got louder over the course of a few minutes, then suddenly, a loud PLOP. It rocketed down the tube so fast you could barely close your eyes. It engulfed your face, forming to it. This was your world now. The smell of gallons of festering excrement old and new assaulted your senses as the wet mush seeped through the well worn padding, you couldn't breathe, and every breath you managed to steal filled your lungs with the scent of a sewer.
This was it, this is how your royal bloodline would end, suffoc
This was it, this is how your royal bloodline would end, suffocated by a diaper of all things. Just as things started to go dark, the pistons pulled you back. But instead of falling away like the regular diapers would, it just tiped over. Halfway out of the tube, your diapers contents spilt all over your chest and legs, and a new wave of foul smelling waste hit you again. It was warm this time, those bastards must have spent the day adding to the beast, as if they knew this would happen. And as if on cue, the rods shoved your face back down, straight into the steaming soup of piss and shit. With the nose hook and open tube gag you never stood a chance. You spent the rest of the night unable to do anything but inhale the smell and taste your months work, constantly pissing and shitting yourself in incontinent fear whilst the pistons occasionally moved your head around, pushing you deeper into the diaper. This torture would continue throughout the night.
Part 03
Part 03
When morning came, your captors found you, babbling into the la
When morning came, your captors found you, babbling into the last of the mess. Completely broken. And so, they changed you back into your original diaper, and started the whole process over again. This is your life now. Forced to endure the twisted fantasies of your deranged captors. You've accepted that the ransom is never coming. You've accepted that you're now nothing more than a diaper princess.
Part 04 (Final)
Part 04 (Final)
Original caption by: ssypuw619 https://www.reddit.com/user/ssyp
Original caption by: ssypuw619 https://www.reddit.com/user/ssypuw619 - Rewritten by BlackAndWhiteKat
Original art by: Rosie-BRS https://www.deviantart.com/rosie-br
Original art by: Rosie-BRS https://www.deviantart.com/rosie-brs/art/Diaper-Quest-Diaper-Pail-Cell-799903557
On a night-time stroll through the royal gardens you are sudden copy
On a night-time stroll through the royal gardens you are suddenly set upon by a group of armed assailants. One of them comes up from behind and thrusts a chloroform-soaked rag to your face, making you pass out in seconds. You awake in a marble room with a chute tube in front of your face. There is a complex array of restraints and suspensions keeping you locked in place, with your nose and mouth a few inches away from the end of the pipe. You look at yourself in the reflective glass and notice you have been stripped of your royal gowns, replaced with a thick, heavy duty diaper. The same people from before walk in, only this time wearing nothing but identical white and pink diapers. "Good morning princess, we hope these accommodations are comforting. We wish you no harm, we just want the ransom money. Once your family pays up, you will be free to go. But until then..., we have just the job for you" one of them announces as they press a button on the side of the room. A loud mechanical beep sounds and all of a sudden, dirty diapers start to tumble down the chute one by one. They land, slapping against your waiting face with an audible wet squelch. Introducing your nose to the ungodly smell of fresh human waste.
You try your best to pull your head back, but the stiff rods ke copy
You try your best to pull your head back, but the stiff rods keep your head perfectly in place. All of a sudden the rods yank your head back and the diaper falls free. You are then slammed into the next one. This one was older, and leaking, splattering your face with its festering contents. This would repeat for the next 12 or so hours until you pass out for the night. You are awoken the next morning by one of your captors opening the door. They flick a switch and your head is pulled down, the remaining diapers tumbling down your back, leaving a messy snail trail. They present your morning meal. A thick heaping bowl of oatmeal with some obvious tablets sprinkled in. "You will be well fed three times a day, your diaper changed once a month, and the room cleared out at the same time. I see you've already got to work filling your diaper with pee, but after your meal you can really start pumping that full of poopies. Let's get you properly fitted for your stay."
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