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In a dejected back alley in the floating town of Sanctuary two women stood with guarded posture and frowns on their faces. Between each other, they grumbled about a situation they found themselves having less and less control over. To a normal bystander, it was immediately obvious something was wrong besides their attitudes. These two were anomalies in the day-to-day of Sanctuary proper and not just because of their fame.

The taller of the pair stood with her hand on her hip, and her body cocked to the left. Through her tight jeans, a billowy bulge was plainly visible as it'd been squeezed into the material. Try as she might to prevent it, she couldn’t stop the ruffled plastic material from peeking out from the waistband of her pants, remaining exposed because of the gap between her top and the low riding jeans that normally showed off her midriff.

“I mean, I flash-fried the shrimp who did this to me, but not before he jabbed me with that weird serum.”

Lilith, The Soggy Siren.

The shorter figure nodded, rubbing her grease-stained face with her hand and sighing. She tugged at the waistline of her skirt, grateful that her exposed ruffly shame wasn’t as obvious as her fellow vault hunter’s. The irony was that on the other end of her skirt the bulk of her padding dipped low between her thighs, a white rounded bulge that peaked out below the hem of her rather short skirt.

“Same here, Deathtrap totally scrapped that noob but I only noticed him after he got me.”

Gaige, The Messy Mechromancer.

“Based on what’s beneath your pants,” Gaige said carefully, watching Lilith’s face to pick up any indication of anger, “Maybe it had some unexpected debuffs?”

Instead of the annoyance she expected Lilith blushed, seemingly embarrassed about exactly what Gaige had brought up. “It hasn’t been… negligible…” she said with uncharacteristic hesitance.

Their experiences had been eerily similar, with both being subjected to a strange reality-defying incontinence that left them unable to continue their daily lives peacefully. No matter how much they ate, they would inevitably spontaneously void at least half their weight regardless of where they were or what they were wearing at random intervals throughout the day. It was uncontrollable, forceful, and intensely humiliating. It also made them insatiably hungry: whether because of the force of the exertion or the constant emptying itself, both girls found themselves constantly unsatisfied with their meals.

Realizing she couldn’t spend her life leading the Crimson Raiders sitting on a toilet, Lilith chose instead to ask around for a solution. This led to her learning through a friendly doctor (butcher) that a certain company actually did offer something in the way of an incontinence aid.

“Yerp,” Zed said, patting the dirty table in his ‘Clinic” (butchery), “Hyperion Brand Hyper-Incontinence Diapers, made for the most massive messers. I think I have a case or two around here somewhere iffin you’re interested.”

Lilith nodded vigorously. “I am!” she proclaimed, grabbing the metal box of plastic rectangles from the stained gloves of the man, “Can you get more, I have a -uh- a friend who could use them.”

Zed shrugged. “As long as you got the money, sure, I’ll keep a steady supply.”

Gaige, who came in a few days after her friend searching for the same solution, was surprised when Zed said he had plenty and asked how many she needed.

“Stack ’em up!” Gaige declared, trying to hide her need for the product with rampant overenthusiasm, “I’ve got a friend who needs ‘em bad!”

Zed turned his back, moving to grab a couple of cases for Gaige. “If I had a quarter for every redhead who came in here asking for diapers…” he grumbled.

Gaige looked at him curiously. “What was that?” she asked.

He turned back with three cases in his hands, ready to drop them into her arms. “Nothin,” he said, “Just weird that it’s happened twice is all.”

With their transaction done Gaige summoned Deathtrap to carry the heavy cases, thinking on what the unlicensed medical professional had just said. “Who could the other redhead be?” she asked herself.

Only one prominent person stood out in her mind, and once she was comfortably wrapped in a diaper to prevent an embarrassing accident from being all the worse she approached the Crimson Raiders HQ. She walked into the main area only to find Lilith with her own diaper bulge. When you know what to look for, it turns out it's not hard to spot and no one was hiding her diaper worse than the Siren leader.

That’s how they’d ended up in the alley, looking for a private place to discuss the issue and work out a solution together. “So we know the people we ganked were Hyperion, their outfits obviously giving away that much, but what do you think they jabbed us with?” Gaige asked, putting her mechanical hand on her hip.

“Honestly,” Lilith said, recalling the familiar rush of energy, “I’m pretty sure it was liquid Eridium. I know the feeling of that crap interacting with my Siren powers and it was incredibly similar, but at the same time something about it was wrong. Like the formula was tainted.”

Gaige leaned her back against the wall of the alley, pointing to a wanted poster of her posted among others as a joke by some Sanctuary rascals and shaking her head, “I might be a genius mechanic and not a chemist, but can Eridium even do that?” she asked.

Lilith shook her head. “I don’t really know–nobody does, ever since it popped up on Pandora. It’s mysterious and an enigma to us. It’s completely unpredictable–especially if Hyperion’s been messing with it.”

Gaige started to speak, about to attempt a theory of her own, when a twinge in her stomach gave her the only warning she’d get of the incoming mess she was about to make of herself.

Despite knowing there was no stopping the process of her body’s release after experiencing several days of this (and many ruined panties), she held her stomach in an attempt to stave off her accident long enough to get behind any nearby cover. She hadn’t managed a single step before her words to excuse herself were drowned out by a violent explosion of sound.

Loathe as she was to admit it, the only reason she knew that she’d passed more than just gas was because her body was propelled forward as the rear of her diaper bulged out, pushing against the wall behind her and sending her staggering right into the arms of her companion.

Lilith, caught off guard by the sudden contact, offered herself as a support for the unfortunate Mechromancer, keeping her steady so she could focus on… other things. If Gaige had any hopes of avoiding embarrassment before, they were dashed as she could only bend over a little more to make the exit of the molten mush into her pants easier.

Lilith was more familiar with the face Gaige displayed than she cared to admit that exhausted look of resignation as her muscles went into overdrive and the padding around her waist crinkled, bulging and drooping with the weight of her own shit. It was both fascinating and humiliating to see someone else go through it themselves. The Siren knew she’d made that same scrunched face countless times and dropped into the same shameless pushing position when her body decided it was time.

Gaige wasn’t worried about any of that at the moment, focusing solely on the solid log of filth coiling into the back of her diaper and the sensation of her rosebud stretching wide to accommodate it. While she wasn't about to say anything about it out loud, the entire act felt extremely erotic to her.

"That’s right," she thought, "I can't help but push massive stinky loads into my pants. Nor would I want it any other way. My diapers keep me from making a big mess and I like just bending down and letting go."

The lascivious thoughts running through Gaige's head while Lilith spectated her accident drove her wild and she had to actively hold back from driving a hand toward her groin. The Siren however knew none of this, absorbed in her own thoughts about dealing with the disgusting reality of messing oneself and how horrid their shared curse truly was.

The sagging padding, designed to accommodate the massive load deposited into the back of it, rounded out with the growing mountain of mess and drooped between Gaige’s thighs rapidly, reaching around mid-calf in half a minute.

The shorter redhead looked up to Lilith while still squatting. “So you see the problem, assuming you have the same glitch in your system that I do.”

"I wonder if she gets as horny as I do though." Gaige thought.

Lilith nodded solemnly, stepping back and holding her nose. “I do and that makes it impossible to hide.” She hadn’t realized how aggressive the stench of a hypermessed diaper actually was until this moment.

"My brain must have blocked it out when it was my own, but now, seeing the plastic shell of Gaige’s diaper threaten to scrape the dirty ground, it's undeniable." she thought. In fact, Lilith recalled smelling skag dens that had more pleasant scents. It was also likely that anybody within a two-hundred-foot radius had the same thought.

“That’s not even mentioning the crazy light show these fuckers throws off too!” Gaige exclaimed, dropping her hand to the front of the diaper. Through the reflective plastic, the glowing purple of her mess soaked into the absorbent padding and saturated it with the leftover energy. Her skirt, normally short, billowed out around the now packed diaper. Its pleats flattened out, spreading across and sitting over the glowing shell to barely hide anything

“That’s the other part that leads me to believe it has something to do with Eridium, seeing as nothing else throws out energy like that.” Lilith observed.

“Well, we can’t just keep going like this…” Gaige said, taking a shaky step forward as she struggled against the weight around her waist, “somebody around here has to have the solution to our problem.”

“You’re right, this won’t be sustainable in the long term. I can only think of one person who’s got enough knowledge around here to ask though and I’m not sure I want to.

Gaige, stopped by the packed pamper, shrugged. “I’d rather deal with one troll than be stuck like this forever. Come on Lil, let’s go see ’em.”

“As long as you never call me that again…”

“Sorry, no promises!” Gaige replied, smiling wide, “Just give me and Deathtrap a few minutes so he can change me and then we’ll head out to the objective!”

Lilith sighed and shook her head. “Maybe your optimism will carry us through this. I don’t know how you can do it.”

Gaige ignored that comment, raising her hand to summon forth her favorite robot and the special floating changing table she’d put together in the last few days. Deathtrap took Gaige by her waist, lifting her effortlessly and placing her gently on the jet-lifted scrap metal changing table. The only part of the creation that didn’t resemble a tetanus-inducing nightmare was the soft-topped cover made of vinyl.

The bulk of Gaige’s diaper sagged on her hips like a garbage bag stuffed full of mashed potatoes, similarly hanging off the edge of the platform like a weighted pendulum.

Lilith, who walked out to the edge of the alley to give the Mechromancer sufficient privacy, cringed at the loud squishy plop behind her. She could assume that without the security of the tapes pinning the nappy to her body it simply plummeted away. It had happened to her more than once, that much weight being difficult to handle. At least the amazingly stretchy shell of the diaper always kept her accident contained.

It was something she hoped she wouldn’t have to deal with any time soon. Every moment made her worry more though as she stood waiting, the tenseness of the situation washing over her. It wasn’t the seconds ticking away waiting for someone–it was the burning fuse of a time bomb, threatening to fill her pants at any moment just like Gaige had done to hers if not worse.

The worry of inevitability caused Lilith’s gaze to drift outwards and soon was staring across the street while her attention was turned to the interior workings of her body. Focused concentration honed in on her abdomen as she mentally willed the muscles of her body to hold back, wanting to prove that she could control herself as long as she set her mind to it.

Even if that was her intention, she’d ended up focusing on the wrong area. When Gaige appeared behind her Lilith brought her attention back to her surroundings, refocusing on the world around her. Only when she took a step did she notice it–heat pressing against her groin, the squelching of absorbent material compressed by tight jeans, and the rushing flow of pee soaking said material.

“At least nobody can notice that.” Lilith thought, thankful that she didn’t piss like a Bullymong too. “But do I want to walk around like this?” she asked herself. “I’d better wait. It’s not like it’ll take me long to fill it the other way too.” she thought dejectedly.

With one clean and one soggy, the diapered pair made their way towards Tannis’s lab hoping that, insane as she was, the scientist would have some sort of answers for them. Once they arrived the question of who should go in came up between them.

Gaige shook her head, resistant to being exposed to Tannis’s weird blend of pompous insanity. “You’ve known her longer, you go in.”

Lilith was hesitant, “Exactly, I’ve had to deal with her more.”

The pair decided on a coin flip, which Lilith lost. She hung her head and sighed, opening the door and trudging inside.

The room inside was fluorescently lit with a poor spread towards the door. Lilith took two steps into the lab, her view of the person she'd come to meet blocked by an artificial wall. It took several seconds before Tannis shouted out an unwelcoming greeting. “Who’s coming to bother me now?" she called, "I’ve got actual important science to do. I can’t be wasting time chatting with local philistines.”

Lilith rolled her eyes, already regretting their choice of expert. With another step forward she opened her mouth to answer the antagonistic call. However, she stopped suddenly. It was almost like she'd come face to face with a mental wall when she noticed a disconcerting phenomenon occurring in her pants. The space between her bottom and the soft core of her diaper grew, filling slowly as her body pushed into her pants. She had a feeling that the heat dropping into her pants like the slow release of a soft-serve machine glowed purple and there was likely a lot more of it coming.

She took another step while cautiously considering her options. This may not be the worst thing, The visual aid might actually make it easier to explain the situation to Tannis. At the same time this was counterproductive to the supposed secrecy her and Gaige wanted to hold onto.

Lilith considered her options as her body continued to produce filth, the material of her jeans beginning to stretch and strain due to the pressure created by her expanding diaper.

“Are you coming or did I just get ‘pranked’ as the youths call it?” Tannis shouted.

Lilith could hear her boots clicking against the metal floor, approaching the door opened by Lilith in the pseudo hallway leading into the lab. The Siren herself took another step, it was easy, in fact easier than ever. She had no control of the slow release of smelly gunk into her pants but it wasn’t stopped or halted by her movements. It wasn’t the forceful push followed by explosive expansion Gaige had experienced earlier; no, this was her bowels completely giving up and letting whatever her body needed to release drop into the padding around her waist at its own pace, showing just how little control over herself Lilith had.

She could feel that she’d passed what would have been a normal diaper load for an adult 30 seconds ago and likely quintupled the amount with her steady slow voiding. “At least I know these Hyperion diapers will hold,” she said to herself.

Her pants wouldn’t be so lucky. The first popping seams of her lowrider jeans reached her ears amid Tannis’s complaints.

“Dear lord,” the scientist said, obviously bothered by the growing stench Lilith was sure had just reached her, “did somebody slip a skag through my door again? It smells like there’s a corpse in here.”

"Nope, nope, this isn't worth it, can't do it." Lilith thought, recognizing that her pants only had mere moments before completely splitting open. She turned on her heel, deciding to bail on the whole venture. In a flash she was out the door, swinging her legs as hard as she could despite the growing mass of slimy gunk sliding between her legs. The pressure of her packed pampers attempting to expand beyond the confines of her pants slowed her down even more.

Gaige, who’d been waiting patiently just outside the door, wasn’t expecting her fellow vault hunter to burst through the door less than a minute later or to hear the loud ripping of her jeans as she quickly waddled away. The redhead could see her friend’s diaper growing more and more visible through the tearing fabric of her jeans as she disappeared around a corner.

Gaige called after her, trailing behind. She turned the same corner Lilith had, only to see it twisted around another bend before the buildings on either side opened up to reveal the town’s trash heap. In the center stood Lilith with the pants she’d been wearing just moments before lying completely shredded at her feet and the remains of the fabric barely clinging to her legs. The white shell of her diaper was already permeated by the aggressive glowing purple of its contents and sagging down to the ground. Its mass graced the earth only to expand and spread out, a tide of messy plastic rolling on the junkyard ground.

“Well it feels like we failed that mission Lil. You okay?”

The Siren nodded, not quite bothered by the accident but more regretful for overreacting and running off. “I’ll be fine with a change and a new pair of pants,” she said, “Do you think your robot can help me with that?”

Gaige nodded, "Deathtrap and Gaige, here to help!" she proclaimed, readying herself to summon Deathtrap and the floating table she’d so diligently built. She stopped when a loud clattering sounded behind her. A section of the town’s growing garbage pile shifted with wrappers rustling and metal clattering down the pile. Both women reached for their sidearms reflexively.

They’d expected a rogue spiderling or some other creature but what popped out of the trash heap wasn’t anything exhilarating. In fact, it led both Lilith and Gaige to give an exaggerated roll of their eyes.

“No need to sniffle and cry minions–I’m here to cheer you up with my dancing!”

Claptrap, The Earthly Embodiment of Incompetence.

The rectangular robot practically burst out of the pile, landing in front of the pair with its thin metal arms out in kind of a “Ta-da” pose. His blue eye light flickered as if closed before slowly opening to look around. He could sense that neither of the diapered vault hunters was looking at him.

They’d completely turned away from the unexpected nuisance. In fact, he’d waited so long for their adoration that they’d both holstered their sidearms and Deathtrap was halfway through changing Lilith. While the messy undergarment was removed the girls continued their conversation, ignoring the chattering of the annoying machine.

“Do you want to try heading in this time?” Lilith asked, still laying on the table while Deathtrap taped a fresh diaper around her waist.

Gaige shook her head. “Oh hell no, I don’t want to have to explain this pain in the ass to her. You couldn’t do it, what makes you think I can?”

“Uh, excuse me, minions?” Claptrap said from behind them, trying to interject into the conversation. Lilith and Gaige acted like they hadn’t heard him, continuing their discussion through the grating voice.

“There’s nobody else nearby to ask and knowing Tannis she might not even question the situation. We can convince her that the diapers improve workflow. I’m sure she’d go for it if it meant she didn’t have to stop her research.”

“That seems like kind of a wild assumption Lil. I think we’d be better off searching the EchoNET or looking around for a Hyperion agent to beat the engine grease out of so we can get some information.”

Claptrap perked up at the mention of the company that’d created him. “Oh, Hyperion! Those bastards that shut down and scrapped every one of my robotic brethren after deciding we were worthless. Yes, I say we do find a Hyperion rat and beat them within an inch of their life.” The cheery tone was a strange mismatch to the aggressive words, and the way he punched one of his little robotic flippers into the other would have been impressive if anybody had been watching him.

“Even if we do find out something from a hostage we need to figure out the source of the tainted Eridium and how to fix its effects.” Lilith said, pushing herself off the soft mat of the table.

Claptrap tapped his grabber on the part of his chassis where a chin might have been. “Hyperion? Tainted Eridium? That sounds like the old farm compound they tried to get off the ground.”

His last sentence was enough to finally get Gaige and Lilith to pay attention to Claptrap, who seemed shocked to have a willing audience for once. “What? Is there a Rakk on my head? What’d I say?” The yellow bot seemed slightly panicked by the sudden stares.

“You’ve got a lead for us, bot?” Gaige asked, kneeling down to come eye to optical drive with Claptrap.

“Yeah! Hyperion had an old compound where they were playing around with terraforming the planet using Eridium. I don’t think it worked out so the building sits abandoned now, just like all my friendships!”

The Mechromancer turned to Lilith who nodded with interest. “Hey Claptrap,” she said, making her tone as friendly as she could, “Can you tell us where this place is?”

The robot shook from side to side, seemingly rejecting the idea. “It’s in a far off area, kind of at the edge of everything… it’s difficult to explain—” he said.

Both Vault hunters hung their heads in frustration.

“—so it’s probably better to just show you. Follow me! As long as there are no stairs, that is.”

This did not make either of the redheads feel better about the situation. Gaige’s first thought was to scrap the annoying rectangle. Lilith had a similar idea and she fought the desire to go farther than resting her hand on the grip of her pistol.

After deciding he wasn't worth the bullets she released her gun and pointed towards the station so they could get back down to the planet. “Alright,” she said through gritted teeth, regretting the words as she said them, “lead the way.”

Claptrap did a happy little hop. “Yay!” he exclaimed, “All the Catch-A-Rides are down right now after a large-scale hacking attempt, so it looks like we’ve got a trek ahead of us! Let’s go minions, we have a long way to go. 100 bottles of beer on the wall~ 100 bottles of beer~”

As he rolled away the robot belted out a road trip tune to pass the time. Gaige and Lilith followed behind a few feet, hoping to avoid even common fodder hostiles making a connection between the bot and them.

“There’s got to be an easier way than this,” Lilith thought.

The journey felt as though it took forever. With the far distance to their objective and the constant need to stop, progress proved to be slower than they anticipated. Fending off bandits and Pandora's ravenous wildlife was made harder by the ever-present threat of either (or both) of them filling their pants without warning. This led to each girl being out of commission while gurgles, grunts, and loud flatulence mixed with the sounds of gunfire, cursing, and squealing robot tires.

In that aspect their teamwork was impeccable, with each covering the other while they squatted and filled their pants or Deathtrap changed them. Only Claptrap remained a constant inconvenience. Whenever there was even the vague threat of violence, he’d alert that threat to their position by squealing in terror and wheeling around in circles.

More and more the pair found themselves wishing they’d left the machine behind. They actually began to look forward to each battle as his hysteria was better than the dull slow march through the desert landscape accompanied by his obnoxious singing and storytelling.

“I’d rather charge the vault key for Jack again,” Lilith groaned, trudging with Gaige behind Claptrap to dampen his sonic assault through distance.

The trio’s journey continued in this way until a particularly long encounter with a group of badass psychos and bullymongs. By the end of the battle both combatants were thoroughly exhausted and in dire need of a change. Gaige was waiting for Deathtrap’s cooldown to end when Lilith spoke up regretfully, “I’ve got bad news and not-so-bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

Gaige shrugged, idly looking through the battle’s loot, “I guess just get the bad news out of the way first. It couldn’t be THAT bad.”

“I see… Well, we’re out of diapers. We severely misjudged how much constant combat would affect our need to… ‘go.’” The gun in Gaige’s hands clatter to the ground as she froze for several seconds before collecting herself. “...That is bad news. What’s the not-so-bad news?”

Lilith spoke after gathering her thoughts, “There’s a Catch-A-Ride not too far away that should be capable of digistructing more than just vehicles. The catch? We’ll need to talk to Scooter about our ‘issues.’”

“Oh, what’s this? My minions are running low on supplies? Worry not, for I am capa–”

“Not now Claptrap, things will get much worse if we don’t figure this out soon. We don’t have time for distractions.” said Lilith, interrupting whatever rambling Claptrap was about to do.

Regardless of how little they wanted to go through with it, the duo knew things would get messy sooner rather than later if they didn’t get more Hyperion diapers so they located the Catch-A-Ride and contacted Sanctuary’s resident madcap mechanic. Solemnly agreeing that they weren’t, under any circumstances, to mention what they were going to use the diapers for even if it was completely obvious, they steeled themselves before starting the most awkward conversation of their lives. More than once Lilith cringed when Gaige nearly let it slip how much they used and needed them.

“Y'all need my Catch-A-Riiiide to not catch a ride? Uncool bro uncooool! This is where the cars live and cars only. ‘Sides, y'all got that there Hyperion robot. Ain’t it already come equipped with a built-in digistruct module, so d’ya even need my help?”

“Ahem. Is there something you would like to say to me, minions?”

Lilith and Gaige looked at each other before glancing at Claptrap, neither wanting to admit that they needed Claptrap’s help of all things. Whether lucky or unlucky, the stalemate didn’t last long as the rear of both girls’ diapers began drooping further in quick succession, being more than enough incentive for them to apologize and tell Claptrap what a great job he was doing leading them.

After restocking their supply of diapers the group continued on their way for a few hours with the girls’ patience beginning to wear thin. “How can we even be sure he’s got the right objective marker? We’ve been through like five cave systems plus that lava tube. I think this little mistake on wheels got us lost.”

Just as Gaige said that she passed through the mouth of the cave having totally missed the shift in the environment until it happened. She and Lilith found themselves in a small crater, a hole in the earth surrounded on all sides by sheer rock walls that curved upward. From their initial examination it seemed that the only entrance and exit to the massive scoop in the earth besides the yawning opening overhead  that revealed the burning sun was the cave system the trio had come through.

Other than cacti and other desert plants the landscape was completely barren save for a gigantic windowless metal cube that almost reached the top of the crater. Its gleaming geometry towered over them, with its perfectly manmade angles and unnaturally shiny exterior that clashed with the natural shapes of the rock walls surrounding it.

“I knew it was still here!” Claptrap exclaimed, jumping around triumphantly.

Even Lilith had to admit that it would have taken her and Gaige forever to find this place without the bot’s help.

They approached the building with renewed vigor, glad that there was quite possibly some sort of solution to their shared issue. As they neared the building they were awestruck by its size, having misjudged both the size of the crater and the structure itself from their initial sighting

The party walked up to the solid face of the cube. The only imperfection in its surface was a small cutout of two automatic double doors with an interface pad next to it.

Claptrap ended up being once again necessary, a fact that he acted irritatingly pleased about. “Oh!” he said, tapping his flipper hand against the panel, “It looks like you need Hyperion employee credentials to enter this facility.” He pointed to Gaige, “Do you have some?”

The Mechromancer shook her head, “Of course I don’t but you shou—”

For once Claptrap ignored her and turned his burning blue eye to Lilith, “What about you Minion, are you a Hyperion employee with credentials?”

Lilith sighed. “You know I’m not,” she said, exasperated.

“I suppose I’m the only one who can get us in then!” he exclaimed, tapping away at the pad while humming. After a moment the double doors slid open, revealing a tiled black and white floor extending into a darkened space.

Gaige and Lilith proceeded cautiously, allowing Claptrap to roll in confidently ahead of them. As if responding to the little yellow bot’s presence fluorescent lights flickered on above them, illuminating a small room with its entire floor covered in a checkered black and white pattern. In front of them they couldn’t see any walls. Instead, a surface made of segmented panes of glass peered out into darkness.

Half the glass remained covered on the opposite walls where large metal terminals lay dormant, waiting for input from long-gone employees. The door they’d come in through lay nestled in a wall with two dusty tables sitting at it and cork boards that displayed neglected papers rustling in the draft produced by the recently opened door.

The machinery in the room looked ominously inert... or at least it did until Claptrap approached it. When he did, each lit up just like the room had earlier. A multitude of translucent plastic switches glowed brightly through the thick layers of dust while the terminals below them hummed with insidious purpose.

“This can’t be everything,” Gaige said, “This place was way too big just for this little computer room but boy oh boy do I want to see what all these pretty buttons do!”

Lilith was a little more discerning with her examination, checking for a nearby Echo recorder or an easily accessible terminal that she wouldn’t need the yammering robot’s help to use.

She suspected Gaige was right and Lilith continued to examine the room for a way deeper into the massive facility. Two possible solutions stood out to her, each on opposite ends of the rectangular room.

Against one wall to the right was an indent that looked like a door but she could see no discernable way to open it. Unlike the main portal they’d entered through, this sat mostly flush with the wall with just the faintest outline visible to Lilith’s discerning eye.

On the wall opposite the not-a-door another shape waited, one with a much more sinister feeling to it. The circular hole in the wall approximately thirty inches in diameter was clearly cut with precision tools and led down into another darkened space. Lilith tried shining a light into the opening’s maw which regretfully revealed nothing. From what she could examine it wasn’t just a lack of light in the opening but the interior surfaces were painted black as well, adding to the illusion within.

“I am not going in there.” she declared, turning back to the other two, “I don’t see a way to go any further other than that door. What do you think, can we get it open?”

Gaige cocked her fist and looked at Lilith with an excited twinkle. “With a little time and enough explosives me and Deathtrap can scrap any machine. You just leave it to us.”

Gaige immediately brought forth Deathtrap. “Klaatu barada nikto!” she shouted. The pair got to work attacking the door while Lilith stood examining the computers, “Shame Tina isn’t here, she’d be through that door in a matter of minutes.” she said. While the sounds of clanging and shouting filled the room, Lilith stared beyond the consoles into the pitch-black space outside the window. “Could the solution we’ve been looking for really be here? Even if it is, how long will it take for us to find it in such a large facility?”

“If only I could see what’s out there!” Lilith cursed, slamming her hand onto one of the terminals. A loud clunk came from beyond the windows as the lights to the rest of the facility exploded to life causing both Lilith and Gaige to jump. Neither would admit it but they’d each peed a little at the sound, each also discreetly checking the back of their crinkly garments to make sure that was the only thing scared out of them.

“Whoa!” said Claptrap, “I didn’t know it would be that loud!” The yellow bot stood off to one side with his robotic flipper pressed against a switch labeled “Main power”. The facility beyond the glass began to roar to life, giving the trio their first view of what they were going to be dealing with.

Outside the glass, unshaded lights hung near the ground from the impossibly high ceiling leaving the ceiling of the structure an depthless black abyss. Underneath the glowing bulbs was a cavernous room with a grid of metal boxes extending to either side and as far as the eye could see. based on their initial inspection the boxes resembled animal traps or cages and had small openings cut into their shiny chromed surfaces.

Lilith eyed the cages discerningly, trying to suss out their purpose just by looking at them. She guessed that the number of cages filling the space numbered into the thousands given that the one nearest to the trio was numbered 5563. “They look small,” Lilith noted, “Like maybe only 2 people on their knees could fit in each one at most. What is Hyperion keeping here?”

“From the looks of it, nothing now!” Claptrap said, piping up behind her, “See, current occupants: 0. This place is a ghost town!” He stood in front of a terminal displaying a bevy of information with his robotic flippers hovering over a number of switches like a pianist about to play.

Lilith’s eyes went wide, feeling an immediate surge of worry. She didn’t trust Claptrap's mechanical pincers near anything and feared that whatever other buttons he may press would lead to greater troubles for the pair. Out of instinct, she rushed at him, hoping to toss him away from the machines. “No!” she shouted, “Don’t press anything!”

Gaige, hearing the call, followed Lilith’s lead, rushing towards Claptrap and abandoning the project to tear the door open.

It was all a domino effect from there: Claptrap rolled back due to the call, removing himself from the path of Lilith’s charge. Lilith noted this and came to a screeching halt with her heels, stopping a few feet away from the ominous hole in the wall.

Gaige however, wasn’t paying the best attention. “Fuck accuracy it’s about anarchy baby!” she shouted, ready to dive headfirst into whatever it was Lilith was shouting about. She instead bowled straight into the Siren with unchecked momentum, sending both of them flying through the air toward the void in the wall.

Lilith tumbled head first through the opening, flying past the painted black walls without touching the sides. Gaige, only a few inches behind her, slid down the tube instead. For her, it was more like going down a slide.

NIt would be an overstatement to say either of the two was having fun though. Gaige tried to slow herself by pressing her hands against the side of the tube only to discover they were greased and smooth, giving her no purchase. Lilith however entered through the pipe in the perfect position to fly straight through it, the only resistance she met being the vinyl flaps at the end. She and Gaige pushed through the plastic cooler flaps into what they assumed was bottomless. Distracting cold sensations danced across their skin.

The worry of being chilly didn’t remain for long, soon replaced by the fear of dropping into a free fall. Lilith, feeling she had no other option, called out to the one thing that might be able to save them, Claptrap.

“Shit, Claptrap, do something!” she yelled.

“You’ve got it Minion!” he shouted down the chute, rolling toward the control console on the other side of the room. Without realizing it he rolled over a device in the middle of the floor, activating an ECHOlog as he approached the terminals.

From behind him, he heard a spokeswoman’s voice piped up. “Welcome to the Hyperion Ranch and Cattle farm, we hope you’re ready to get to wo—”

Claptrap ignored the recording tapping away at several switches by what he recognized to be the intake tube. It felt natural to him, working the machine as he was. “It’s like I was made for this!” he exclaimed.

During their freefall, Lilith and Gaige braced for impact, expecting a painful and abrupt end to the whooshing void around them. Luckily for them, while it was abrupt it wasn’t painful. Gaige had closed her eyes in preparation for the floor only to hear the whooshing stop suddenly as her senses were jostled as each of her limbs and torso were caught by something in the dark.

Whatever was holding her up kept her face down and flat with her legs and arms spread out like an x. Realizing she was okay she shakily called out to the person who’d been falling with her. “Hey Lil, did you get ganked?” she asked.

From the shadows just slightly below her she heard Lilith’s trademark sigh. “I don’t know how many times I need to ask you to stop calling me that for you to get the hint.” This elicited a chuckle from Gaige who was glad to hear she’d not been left alone.

“So do you think that bucket of bolts will be able to pull us up?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” replied Lilith, held in place limply by supports of her own.

Up above in the control room, Claptrap continued tapping away at the command modules hoping to coerce the facility to spit his minions back from wherever they ended up. He was having no luck with it.

“As subjects are fed through the facility we begin by stripping them of the delusional trappings of their old lives and into something more suitable for their new position.” The ECHOlog continued to explain the facility’s purpose.

“If I want to get them out,” Claptrap said, “It’s looking like I’ll have to keep moving them through this process.

The pair hung suspended for what felt like a long time, with a little back and forth about escaping their situation until Lilith let out an uncharacteristic giggle that built into a laugh and then an uproarious hollering.

Gaige called out in the dark, asking Lilith what was wrong.

“They’re all over me!” she yelled through forced laughter. “I can feel their little legs tickling my ski—hey, my pants!”

Gaige’s confusion was not alleviated by her friend’s answer but she got to experience it herself when something dropped onto her. It caused her to jump until several more followed the first, all with tapping appendages that jabbed through her clothes and tickled her skin. Like Lilith she started giggling, gradually breaking into a full-blown howl when the sensations sent her into a convulsing fit.

The tickling only served as a distraction. While she was laughing helplessly several pieces of her clothes fell away, leaving her skin exposed to the room's cold. Her outfit was being shredded into neat strips that fell away from her body and left her skin exposed to the cold air of the room. Only when her diaper was gone did she realize the exposure she was feeling, even in the darkened space.

It wasn't as if she was alone in her humiliating nakedness. The lamps in the space flashed, igniting an explosion of light that stung the dilated pupils of the Mechromancer for a moment. Once her eyes were adapted Gaige caught sight of what could be considered a mirror image of her own predicament.

Apparently in the darkness she'd lost her orientation. Gaige had thought herself hanging upside down, but when her vision cleared she saw instead that she was held up and in full view of her fellow vault hunter. Lilith hung in the grasp of two sets of padded cuffs attached to articulated robotic limbs. One pair pulled at her arms while the other grasped her legs, keeping her limbs spread at a wide diagonal, the same x position Gaige was being kept in.

She immediately understood it was designed to humiliate and display their nudity to each other. With their hands held so far away there wasn't a chance for modesty between the two, only embarrassed head turns and attempts to ignore the obvious sexuality of the other.

Gaige blushed, wishing she could do more than shut her eyes and ignore the form she'd already viewed and guiltily enjoyed. The Siren in front of her wasn’t having the same issue, Lilith was angry and looking to break out of the bonds imposed upon her by the annoying machines around them. “G-Give me a second,” Gaige stuttered, clenching her fist, “Number Five, ALI— hehe~ hey sto–HAHA!!” She tried to summon Deathtrap to aid in their escape but couldn’t overcome the tickling sensation set upon her by the jabbing fingers.

Along her body, multiple black rectangles with eight sticklike limbs a piece crawled across her skin. Up until this point they'd been moving around her body in what seemed to be random patterns but now they moved upward in unison, heading for her head. Gaige gulped worriedly in between her bouts of uncontrollable laughter. Her interest in the machine’s intentions and workings grew as they locked together around her neck, creating a tight bulky collar that encompassed her entire neck.

"Amazing,” she thought, surprised to see how the machines interacted with each other. She also noted that Lilith didn’t have the crawling machines all over her but instead a collar that matched hers and a large trapezoid hanging from the center. “It looks like... a cowbell?” Gaige thought.

Despite whatever enjoyment Gaige would normally find from being bound and collared, she'd had enough of this particular experience. She could see that the floor wasn’t far below them, maybe only an 8-foot drop, something they could both easily overcome. “Aright Bot, do your thing!” Gaige called out, using her mechanical arm to summon Deathtrap now that she wasn’t impeded by tickling instruments.

When nothing happened she grumbled and tried again, feeling a faint electrical buzzing in the air around her. “Crap, I can’t do anything. Hey Lil, can you do your Siren bullshit and get out of those cuffs?”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been trying to do?” Lilith said, wriggling in the padded clamps that held her in place.

In the control room, Claptrap continued down the line of switches. “So now that they’re n-naked, we get them some new clothes. I can’t have my minions running around like crazed nudist bandits after all.”

The ECHOlog behind him kept rambling and its ramblings ended up matching up to his question. “Now the conversion process can begin, starting with the application of the filtration system and the second skin.”

Gaige and Lilith weren’t privy to this information but they were experiencing it in real-time as a metallic saddle with an open diaper pushed fresh padding against their waist. Lilith continued to struggle against the added pressure of the thick padding while Gaige writhed in a different way, face flushing due to the soft material pushing against her sensitive lowers.

These weren’t just the Hyperion Hyper Diapers from before: they were at least triple the thickness of what either vault hunter was used to. It was as if a body pillow had been folded over multiple times and stuffed into a massive crinkly shell. The absorbent core spread each girl’s thighs wide–and it hadn’t even been secured around their waists yet!

Lilith, ever the fighter, attempted to buck the diaper off its pedestal and free herself from the cuffs holding her in place. Despite her absolute need for them, being re-diapered and incapacitated wasn't what she wanted right now, especially since that meant following the whims of this hell hole.

The saddle-like machine holding the diapers against her had little care for these wishes though. With a hydraulic whirring noise, segments of the machine folded upwards, bringing themselves up around the front and back of each girl's waist. This brought the crinkly nappy up with it as well, folding them up around the forms of the trapped vault hunters. Little mechanical hands, not unlike Claptrap’s, connected the waistbands of their padding with the attached tapes. When all was said and done the moveable sections of the saddle seat retreated, leaving each girl with a diaper waistband so high it almost cradled their breasts.

“With the permanent addition of the Hyperion filtration diapers wrapped around them we can now apply their new pattern.”

Lilith growled as the saddle pulled away from her, leaving the ridiculously oversized diaper to droop between her thighs. As the applicator for the padding pulled away, so too did the padded robotic cuffs holding her legs wide. Out of the tight elastic leak guards her legs dangled uselessly, spread wide by the nappy that engulfed her thighs all the way down to the knees.

She could see that Gaige was in a similar position with her eyes practically rolling back due to the treatment. “She’s enjoying this, huh? Looks like it’s up to either me or Scraptrap to get us out of here.”

The hands, deciding they were finished with this area, carried them across the room to a slanted ramp lined with cylindrical rollers. It fed into another opening blocked off by clear plastic flaps. Gaige was set onto the machine first and sent sliding down through the flaps at rapid speeds. Lilith followed close behind, dropping through the opening in a flash.

Past the flaps was a small chute that transported the girls through to the deeper portions of the facility. Lilith, not being as willing to give in as Gaige clearly was, attempted to grab at the rollers propelling her toward a split in the chute’s path. She watched Gaige directed to the left by a small lever that pushed her that way while Lilith was shoved to the right. She wasn’t sure what to expect at the end of the sliding descent but the spray of slick lubricant all over her bare skin and the diaper didn’t give her hope.

Gaige in the meantime was having her own problems. She hadn’t even realized Lilith was sorted the other way, instead being distracted by the constant dragging of her heavy padding against the rollers of the ramp. The friction from sliding drove the padding against her groin in a strangely pleasurable way. Without even realizing what she was doing as she slid downward, Gaige pressed her hands into the mountain of padding to speed up the building sexual experience caused by the whole situation.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” she thought, “just the feeling of the diaper and the bondage. It’s all soo… hawt!” The spray of lubrication halfway down the slide only added to it as well, making Gaige’s form slick and slippery as she clawed desperately at the padding around her waist. She wanted the release promised to her after experiencing the friction and to enjoy this new padded monstrosity in private. Just before she dropped over the edge into orgasmic pleasure, the Mechromancer was literally dropped over the edge at the end of the chute.

Once again she was free-falling but it wasn’t for nearly as long as the last drop. In fact, her lubricated body dropped less than a foot before something brushed against her skin. In the speeding descent, Gaige didn’t get a great look at the bundle held open by two hands that waited to receive her until it was slapping against her body, hugging close to her skin and clinging to it. The lubrication used to make it slide on changed its composition now that the suit was fully on and became more like glue, sticking the patterned rubber to Gaige’s skin.

Gaige had to admit she felt a little shocked by the sudden change in her situation, realizing how inappropriately horny she'd become because of it. Another batch of mechanical cuffs had caught Gaige once she'd been dropped into her new outfit and held her in place while the squeaky material she could only assume to be rubber bonded to her.

The outfit she’d been dropped into matched the mysterious quirkiness presented to her by the rest of the facility, at least with the diaper and the tainted Eridium problem anyway. She could feel the bots working around her neck connecting her collar to the cow patterned full body suit, pulling the neck hole she’d been dropped into toward it before making a pneumatic whooshing sound. "So between the glue and the locking collar I'm totally sealed in. Great." she said.

The only other holes she could see opened up to allow her nipples to poke through the latex, two holes that perfectly encircled her areolas. “I almost feel more exposed in this than I did naked or just diapered.” Gaige complained, "This specific exposure feels more revealing somehow.”

With growing desperation, the Mechnomancer attempted to paw at her exposed breasts. Whatever brief horny joy she felt before had fled her body and now she craved release from the rapidly escalating situation. Her attempts to pull at the suit were quickly thwarted. There was an abundance of loose greyish brown rubber around her hands that allowed her to barely dig her fingers under the lip of latex around her areola. “It’s like a second skin!” she exclaimed, flailing her legs in frustration.

A woosh of air pushed through the arms and legs, inflating the only bits of loose latex on the suit. At the end of each limb, a bubble of air surrounded her extremities and the area around her hands and feet became balloons that held the vague rhomboid shape of a cow’s hoof. These served as a way to remove any gripping ability, effectively rendering her hands useless. Gaige figured the same was true of her feet and that the cushion of air wouldn't even allow her to stand.

She soon found that wasn’t the only balloon-like aspect of the outfit. A pink half-sphere poked out of the rounded bulb her diaper created, and four nipple-like teats protruded from that. “Obviously udders,” She thought, “But with their placement do they expect me to be milked? Is this what’s happening to Lilith too?”

"Alright you bits of future scrap. I’d like off this ride now, so let's stop with this dumb game so me and my bot can get to tearing this place to shreds.”

The walls of the facility didn’t respond to Gaige’s protests nor would they care even if they understood. The padded cattle carriers (she now saw that moniker stamped into the metal of the articulated robot arms) deposited her on another slanted roller ramp, sending her to the next stage of the processing.

Popping out on the other end she wasn’t surprised to see Lilith wearing a cow suit identical to hers nor was she shocked by the flash of rage on her face as the pair were dropped one final time into one of the boxes they’d seen from above in the office area. When the metal lid slammed closed a sense of claustrophobia quickly set in for Gaige. She was sure of one thing: she needed to get out of this cage fast.

While from above it seemed like the cage would have been big enough to hold two people, albeit uncomfortably, neither girl had accounted for the massive bulk of the diapers they’d been wrapped in. Even when clean the puffy pants pushed the redhead’s knees just the slightest bit into the metal of the container.

While the process had left Gaige filled with worry it had filled Lilith with rage. Were it not for the collars causing the fizzling of her Siren abilities she’d likely have already blasted her way out of the metal container. With no other option, she banged on the metal walls with what little movement she had available to her. “FUCKING DAMMIT CLAPTRAP GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Claptrap meanwhile, worked his way down the line, tapping away at the keys. “It’s gotta let me get them out eventually!” he said. “Oh, I can see them. Hi minions!” He waved at the screen, excited to see the faces of his companions through the cameras in their cells. The rage-filled yell for help actually reached the bot now that the cameras were active. He hopped and did a mock salute, “I understand Minion, we’re going to get you out of there in a jiffy.” He had every intention of stopping the new processes affecting the pair. It was too bad that with almost ridiculous precision he was actually pushing the procedures along.

“Once the subjects are fully dressed in their new permanent patterns they’re ready to begin the production process. This means setting into motion their new daily routine.” The ECHOlog explained.

Lilith felt exhaustion set into her limbs, the banging and flailing out of aggression having produced nothing but a tired and sore body. Her rage was dying down and more rational thoughts of actually planning an escape replaced it. She could tell by the rustling in the box next to her that somebody was there. Her hope was that it was Gaige, dealing with the same issue she was.

“Hey Gearhead, you there?” she called, turning as best she could to examine the enclosure she was trapped in.

From next to her Gaige called back, “Yeah Lil, I’m here. Can’t you just phase out of there or something?” she asked.

Lilith shook her head in annoyance; sure, Gaige had no way of seeing her, but she was still sure the spirit of the gesture reached her. “No,” she grumbled, “What about you? Can you bring out that scrap machine to help us?”

“My thing doesn’t work either, it’s like a block was put on my connection with him, I’m pow—” Gaige’s response was interrupted with a loud yelp and gulp, caused by something Lilith couldn’t see beyond the confines of her container. She called out for her friend, hoping to still plan some sort of escape. She too found it hard to vocalize that as a small slot in the front of her cage slid open, revealing a short tube attached to some sort of muzzle. It shot toward her face with amazing speed.

Like the suit, it was a perfect fit for the Siren’s facial structure with the interior’s padded grooves sealing to her face almost flawlessly. With exaggerated effort, Lilith looked down at the new muzzle propped up on her face. It extended further away from her face than she expected. It was also painted in the same black and white pattern as the rest of her suit save for the pink at the tip that mimicked a nose. While she couldn’t see the front of the muzzle she could see the dangling tube that fed into it, the end of which had popped into her mouth while she yelled for help.

The tube, which Lilith expected was for feedings, began to ooze a viscous mush directly into her mouth, filling her cheeks with a warm, pudding-like substance. Lilith shook her head, rejecting the bitter-tasting mixture while trying to break the mask’s hold on her face.

She should have known better given the relative quality and security of everything else she’d dealt with thus far, there was no breaking the gag’s hold. Not only that but the mush pouring into her mouth from the tube wasn’t stopping, in fact, Lilith’s mouth was stuffed so full she was at risk of choking.

It was a harder choice than she'd anticipated, with the bitter taste and the slight purple glow coming through the tubing worrying her. At the same time, she’d not have any better chance of escape if she was drowning in her own lunch. Reluctantly, Lilith swallowed, gulping down a large glob of the food in her maw only for it to be quickly replaced.

She raised the pace of her gulps, trying to clear her mouth of the increasingly annoying bitter taste that graced her tongue. The problem was the food delivery system wouldn’t stop, and slowly but surely she could feel the viscous mush pile into her stomach, filling it to capacity and soon after beyond what she thought was possible.

“So full,” she thought, feeling her stomach start to distend, “It’s got to stop at some point right?”

Wrong.

Up above in the control room Claptrap did his best to halt the processes of feeding and cattleization happening to the pair, all while watching their eyes roll back helplessly due to the endless flow of food. As usual, his best intentions only produced the worst results for the people he was trying to help.

“The cows are continuously fed to promote the production of the final product. This will lock them into a never-ending cycle of filling and voiding that forces the filtration process. The mush they’re eating is almost pure tainted Eridium with just a few additives to promote their body’s metamorphosis into a productive member of the Hyperion corporation.”

Such a metamorphosis was what Gaige was experiencing while desperately swallowing her “meal”. While her stomach grew heavy she felt pressure elsewhere on her body, somewhere higher. None of this felt like it should have been real, the sensation of her breasts becoming heavier caused a confusing mix of emotions in Gaige. There was a concern as the weight in her chest built and the latex stretched to accommodate her drooping bosom as her nipples hardened. And then came the return of her arousal.

She couldn’t explain why but the increased bustline made her wish her hands were free of their inflatable hooves to feel their weighty bounce. The gentle dripping noise that reached her ears sent shivers down her spine. “Lactating,” she thought, “I’m lactating right now, like a dairy cow… I’m this place’s new heifer ready to give milk.”

She couldn’t explain why her mind was working the way it was but she’d considered that it wouldn’t be so bad just existing here. The food wasn’t too bitter after a few swallows, meaning she could get used to it and she was diapered, so it’s not like she’d have to worry about bathroom breaks.

Her position was almost firmly cemented when she felt something brush against her teat, an action that nearly sent her into convulsing fits. When the hard suction cup actually attached to her stiffened nipple actually didher promised shaking fit began. Gaige, maintaining her steady swallowing, howled as best she could through the cow muzzle-shaped mask.

The milking machines alternated on either breast with a slow beat metronome of suction-silence-suction-silence that drew out the newly accumulated milk. Unlike Gaige who was reveling in the sensation, Lilith found herself hating it. She’d paid attention and saw the milkers approaching her swelling breasts, trying to swipe at them and knock the mechanical limbs that brought them forward away. Unfortunately for her, they locked onto the opening in her suit due to her slow movements.

She too let out a gasp, feeling the spike of pleasure despite her distaste for the milkers. The relief of having her now engorged breasts drained made her grumble through the muzzle. It wasn’t the only relief she was about to feel either. The suction of the milking machine mixed with what could only have been an obnoxious fart from her behind. Rumbling gurgles mixed with the sounds of intense crinkling coming from the back of her oversized padding.

The blast of gas was one thing, but the solid waste that her body shot into the padding like a cannon actually elicited a moan from the formerly enraged siren. The pressures of her stomach roiling were just another annoyance. To finally let loose into her diaper was a godsend.

On the screen Claptrap watched, concerned as Lilith’s diaper doubled in size, expanding towards the back end of the cage. “Oh no!” he exclaimed, tapping his flipper on his chin, “no matter what I do the situation is just getting worse!”

Recognizing that he wasn’t helping the situation didn’t slow down his input though as he continued to operate the control board like he knew what he was doing. The ECHO behind him continued to explain the process like he wasn’t seeing it in real time.

“Once the filtration process begins and the milking of the cow's real teats has begun, it’s time to set up the second set of suction cups on the artificial udder connected to a heifer’s outfit. Once the purified Eridium condensates through the padding, it’ll need to be sucked away for bottling.”

“Will you please stop talking?” Claptrap said aloud, finding the corporate presentation voice to be more grating than he’d expected, “Is that what I’m like? No wonder no one likes me.”

Back in the cage, Lilith could feel that disdain for Claptrap spread through her as her mess piled endlessly into the padding around her diaper. It wasn’t just that she was messing herself or that the growing heat and smell was getting to her: it was the fact it wasn’t stopping or slowing at all.

Her perception of time was likely skewed, but it felt like her body twitched and pushed continually. The goop filling her mouth fueled an automatic process that ended up as mush entering in her pants.

As she packed the pamper she could see the glow of her mess grow more intense with the addition of more and more excrement into the stretching diaper. Almost as if in response to the glow two sets of hands entered through the small slot in front of Lilith, each with a new larger suction cup. She made a weak attempt to swipe at them but was too preoccupied with the endless filling of her diaper and the already present suction cups on her breasts.

The limbs passed the suction cups beneath her arms, leaving the clear tubing visible just at the edge of her sight. When they retracted and the suction turned on (the cups connected to what Lilith suspected were her false udder) the vibrations that ran through her suit and diaper reignited that pleasure drive in her once again.

Her limbs shook and her back arched, yet despite this the Siren fought the urge to jump over that final edge and allow herself to cum. From the sound of the howls next to her, she could hear that Gaige wasn’t putting up too much of a fight.

From the tubes, Lilith caught the purple glow of Eridium traveling through the clear tubing and out of the cage along with the white of her own milk. Now that she was getting used to all the different sensations and rhythms of her body she threw a mitted fist against the cage again before redirecting her attention to the various hoses.

“One sweep of the arm, that’s all it’d take to mess up this fucked up collection project.” she thought, catching the hoses and trying to tug at them. Surprisingly it didn’t work as she’d misjudged the power of the suction and only managed to pull at the parts of her they were connected to.

In front of Claptrap, a warning flashed. “COW NUMBER ONE IS ATTEMPTING TO TAMPER WITH HER MILKERS. HYPNOSIS IS RECOMMENDED.”

The yellow bot shook himself from side to side in rejection of this idea, “I won’t subject my minions to that!” he declared, incidentally slamming his metal flipper and exactly pressing the hypnosis button. On-screen he could see a headset with cow ears and small horns that matched the theme of the rest of their outfits lower towards the girls. With it was a boxy headset that would rest perfectly on the feeding muzzle strapped to their faces. “No! That’s not what I wanted!” he yelled, moving to cancel the process (or at least try). He was stopped when he heard a popping sound and he looked over to see the previous door indent had been opened, apparently leading deeper into the facility.

“Oh finally, a way I can directly reach them without dealing with all these obviously faulty controls. Don’t you worry minions, I’m coming to save you!”

The declaration wouldn’t have made either girl feel any better about their situation. When Lilith saw the swirling imagery on the small screen of the hypnosis goggles approaching her eyes and felt the headphones push through her hair only one thought prevailed in her mind.

A single worried moo.