In Like A Lion (Patreon)

The Lioness strutted down the halls, feeling every eye turning towards her, as usual. She wondered idly if the top of her thong was peeking out from her shorts again... A part of her wanted to reach back and make sure it was, to give them all something else to gawk at. She wiggled her hips seductively, grinning to herself.

There was a chance, of course, that they were staring, instead, at what she was dragging behind herself, at the evidence of another successful job. She was called The Lioness for a reason; she always got her prey. She didn't normally bring her kill back with her - not all of it, anyway - but in this case, it had felt appropriate. 

She could hear the signature click of her heels echoing down the hallway around her, telling everyone she was coming. Red seemed like an unlikely color for an assassin, for someone who didn't want to draw attention to herself... It was her favorite, however. And she was good enough that she didn't care if she was seen or not... In fact, she enjoyed it when her victims knew she was coming, when they saw her in her red crop top, her red booty shorts, her red leather thigh-high boots...

The big boss of the organization had one of his usual bimbos waiting outside his office, pretending to be a secretary, though everyone knew he hired them for their looks more than any organizational skills. It was, perhaps, silly of her to think of them that way, when she was almost always wearing less clothes than them... Almost invariably, despite that, they were showing more cleavage... And had far more of it to show in the first place. Was it jealousy on her part? Maybe... But, as evidenced by all the stares she'd gotten on her way here, even more than normal, it was clear she didn't need giant boobs like they did to be sexy.

"Wh-What is..?" the secretary frowned, looking The Lioness up and down in confusion.

"I don't need an appointment," The Lioness smirked. "He's going to want to see me."

"I-I'm not..." the other woman stammered, while The Lioness pushed past her, shoving open the boss's office door, letting it stay open so everyone could see this.

"All done," The Lioness declared, tossing the body onto the boss's floor. "I told you she'd be no match for me."

The boss's brow furrowed, eyes darting from the body to the assassin. "What is..?"

"I told you," she rolled her eyes, squatting down, hands on her knees. "I know what I'm doing, and I can handle a little hypnosis..."

"I'm not..." the boss began to speak, only to be interrupted by the sound of grunting.

The Lioness was confused at first, unsure of where it was coming from, if his stupid secretary was attempting to move something too heavy for her - which was probably just about anything, honestly, from the look of her - until she felt it. Until she noticed something warm and squishy and mushy slowly spreading around her bottom...

"W-Wait..." she groaned, feeling the fullness in her tummy now, feeling herself pushing, making the pile of muck grow, forming a lump in the seat of her pants, in perfect view of the bimbo behind her.

But what was she asking him to wait for? She couldn't quite remember... Her brain was growing fuzzier the longer it went on, the more she strained, the heavier her shorts felt... Her hands clenched into fists on her knees, and rather than brushing against the leather of her boots, a soft material bunched up in them. Sweating, she glanced down, seeing a pair of long, fluffy socks on her legs, an animal's face on top of each... An animal that was certainly not a lion. It was closer to a sheep, maybe, something soft and sweet and innocent... And beneath those, she saw a pair of red, patent leather Mary Janes, not the tall, stiletto heels of her boots.

She'd heard them out in the hallway, though! She'd heard the sound she was making, that everyone knew her by! Except... Thinking about it now, it hadn't been the usual clicking... It had been more of a crinkle...

Her mouth went dry as her eyes moved back up her legs, stopping at the sight of something white and fluffy between her legs... Something that she had been obliviously filling, right in front of her boss, and his bimbo. She whimpered, trying to stop it, but she'd already forgotten all about how to do that, how to keep from pooping her pants like a stupid little baby...

Her eyes drifted across the floor, to where she'd tossed the body of Mommy, the woman who had been coming after villains lately, who she had been hired to take down... Except, it wasn't Mommy at all. It was the nice, big teddy bear Mommy had given her after finding her in that ridiculous grown-up outfit and helping her realize how absurd it was for her to be wearing it, after she'd taped her into a thick, bulky diaper, where she belonged...

"I need you to deliver a little message for me, sweetie," Mommy had told her, "so your little group never even thinks about doing anything like this again. Can you do that?"

"Uh-huh, Mommy!" The Lioness had nodded eagerly, "Whatever you say, Mommy!" She grinned up at the woman, sucking on her thumb. "Umm... What do I hafta say?"

Mommy had chuckled, reaching down, wiping a line of drool from the girl's chin. "Don't worry about that, sweetie... One look at you, and I'm pretty sure they'll get it."

The Lioness had pouted, stomping her foot. "Aww... But I can 'member stuff real good, Mommy! I promise!" 

"Really?" Mommy had raised her eyebrow. "Can you remember your ABCs for me, sweetheart?"

"Umm..." The Lioness had fidgeted, staring down at her feet. She could remember the first few! Of course, Mommy had just said them, in asking her question... And already, a second later, the order was getting murky again...

"Can you remember when to go to the potty?"

The Lioness had giggled. "That's silly! Why would I ever need to go there when I have my diapies?"

"What a good point!" Mommy had beamed. "You're even more clever than I thought, my little lion cub. I'm sure you'd be very good at remembering a message... But I really don't think you're going to need to."

And Mommy, of course, was right. The lion cub probably could have recalled a message, if that was what her Mommy wanted from her, but that would have been just about all that was left in her head after she finished filling her diaper. Sucking her thumb, she toddled over to the huge teddy bear and plopped down onto it, giggling as she felt her mess squish beneath her, and as she started to wiggle and squirmed, realizing how good that made her feel and doing it some more, mindlessly humping away.

She had no idea, but she had, indeed, delivered her notice to her boss... After seeing what had become of her, his top assassin, after sending her off with his secretary to be given a diaper change, and put down for a nap, he had no desire to tangle with Mommy again. All he could do was hope, and pray, that, if he stayed out of her territory, she'd leave his organization alone... Because, otherwise, they were no match for her.