Kira Carsen Diapered Jedi Chapter 6 (Patreon)

In the lounge of the Knight’s Chariot Kira settled into her seat, taking a breath. Traveling the galaxy with her master had been peaceful recently due to the Jedi Council not asking them to do much in the way of hunting Sith. It left them with a few days to pursue their own interests. They spent that time actively getting to know each other, Kira elaborating more on her past while Falynn talked about his time in the order. Much to her relief, it was almost therapeutic working through the events she’d compartmentalized for so long.

Sadly, their respite came to an end when the communicator beeped halfway through their third day together, the sound more irritating than she remembered it being. The duty of the order called again and was taking away from the time she’d ached for with Falynn. The knight left the room to receive the call on the bridge, leaving Kira alone.

When he returned he looked more crestfallen than she’d ever seen him, and her worries amplified immensely when he hesitated before walking toward her. Concern flooded his expression as he seemed to be having trouble finding the right words before speaking with a cheerful tone.

“We’re heading to Tatooine.” he said, “It seems they stopped receiving reports from Master Kiwiiks multiple days ago.

Kira understood now why he’d been so reluctant to tell her and her face fell as well.

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Once on the surface of the desert planet Kira and Falynn stood at the top of the Chariot's ramp looking out onto the arid, unwelcoming dunes. The desert fought with the cool temperature control of the ship. They hesitated on stepping out. Actually standing on the rocky outcropping Falynn had landed on was worse. Kira immediately took a heavy swig from a water canteen, wetting her throat in an attempt to combat the dry air. It helped a little, but her body was displacing that moisture quickly, turning it into sweat.

She cursed her need for her diapers, wishing more than anything that she didn’t have a fluffy, plastic-backed nappy wrapped around her waist. For better or for worse, though worse in this case, its insulating properties were top-notch thanks to the efforts of the Jedi’s Engineering department. It remained insulated because of its thick core which started to swell slightly because of her lost water.

“Are we far?” Kira asked, scanning the horizon, squinting all the while to shield her eyes from the planet’s twin suns.

“This is the nearest secured landing spot.” Falynn explained, frowning from the uncomfortable feeling of the heat himself. “Our destination is through this canyon, but every other place to land would have put us more than a day's journey away. We’ll have to walk a few hours from here.”

Kira’s shoulders slumped a little. What she wouldn’t have given for a sandcruiser. Rather than complaining about it though, she followed her master down the slope into the gorge. No reason to make the journey any more unpleasant by griping about something unchangeable.

She focused instead on her water intake, making sure to take a swig at regular intervals. The trudge through the sand was long and quiet with Falynn and her paying attention more to the surrounding desert so as not to be caught off guard. Whatever had caused master Kiwiiks to disappear was a potential threat, but the Tatooine landscape possessed its own dangers that they dared not ignore.

For Kira and Falynn the most pressing concern was dehydration. Water canteens mitigated this but it quickly morphed into a problem of intake versus output for Kira while they traveled. She should have expected it, knowing her body’s proclivity to make dry diapers squishy about an hour of drinking anything. True to form, after only an hour of trekking through the canyon a stream of urine poured into the padding, forcing it to swell more than all of the beads of sweat so far had.

The highly absorbent core accepted the offering of moisture greedily, swelling between Kira’s thighs and sagging beneath her shorts. Only the briefest sigh of relief escaped her lips as her bladder emptied itself rapidly. Every third step she paused for a moment, just allowing her body to empty itself unimpeded, even if it was just for a second.

Falynn started trailing ahead of her, maintaining pace while Kira adopted a 3/4 time slow step across the dunes as her padding sagged against the material of her shorts. She remained enamored with the relief of a pained bladder deflating as the liquid within rushed into her diaper when Falynn looked back quizzical, realizing he was now nearly several yards ahead of her.

“Kira?” he asked quietly, trying to gain her attention without alerting the hostile environment around them to their presence. Falynn’s attempt was unsuccessful and he noticed the little things: Kira’s vacant face and the strange way she was walking toward him. He sharpened his tone, hoping it would catch her attention this time. “Kira!”

It was quiet but cut through the relief-driven haze induced by her wetting. Kira’s face grew red as she looked up at Falynn, realizing how far she’d fallen behind. While the last wild sprays of urine pooled in the diaper around her waist Kira jogged to catch up, closing the distance between her and Falynn. “Sorry Master,” she said quietly.

Both she and Falynn found the formal addressing odd but neither said anything about it. They each knew what had happened, with neither of them wanting to break the seal of embarrassment. The journey continued through the canyon for several more hours with Kira’s intake and output of water remaining steady the whole time. She was just careful not to lose her attention as she’d done before. Her padding swelled more and more, with the core sagging down between her legs.

The leak guards of her diaper stretched and strained under the weight of what quickly became a countless number of accidents. She stopped trying to track them for herself, just accepting the swell between her legs as normal. The absorbency of her diaper was gradually being put to the test as her body pissed away more and more tart-smelling, heated liquid into her nappy.

Doubt only set in for Kira when she and Falynn stopped to eat something and she realized just how full her padding was. The core of the diaper added an extra inch between her and the ground, with the pissy core of her diaper so full and compacted underneath her that it remained solid while conforming to the round shape of her bottom.

She was starting to wonder about the integrity of these specially made, hyper-absorbent diapers that’d been designed for her. So much so that she expected with each nervous shift to feel the little trails of urine dripping down her legs, sneaking past the leak guard and staining shorts. Already the yellow stained material was starting to peak out the short legs of her shorts, making it look more like a diaper cover than a pair of pants any adult would wear.

It hadn’t happened yet but she was still concerned and waited for it to break the barrier. “Maybe I should ask him for a change…” she thought to herself, stealing a sideways glance at Falynn who was too busy examining a holomap to pay attention to her.

“We’re getting close,” he said, breaking the silence and earning a little spooked jump from Kira, “probably another hour or so and we’ll be there. Are you doing okay?”

“I’m alright, it’s not like we didn’t bring enough water to drown a bantha. It’s mostly just dealing with the heat.”

Falynn shook his head, turning his gaze down toward Kira’s shorts. “That’s not what I mean,” he explained, “Do you… need a change or anything?”

His words were tentative and careful but it was obvious that he was concerned which caused Kira to blush because of how sweet she found it and how embarrassed she was.

Automatically she shook her head, denying her need for a change. She’d hardly even thought about it until now, but having spent so much time denying the existence of her diaper to Falynn the question shocked her. It wasn’t even as if he was offering to change her, but rather just asking if she needed a moment to take care of it.

Despite the kiss she’d shared with him and the time explaining her history to him, Kira still wasn’t ready to talk about the frequency of her incontinent episodes. He didn’t need to know how thoroughly soaked her diaper was.

Whether or not Falynn believed her remained to be seen, but if he didn’t nothing was said. “Alright well from what I’m seeing we’re just heading up past this Sarlacc pit, there should be an old bunker there.” He pointed to an area on the map, and earned an approving nod from Kira who agreed and then they returned to their separate meals.

The walk through the canyon continued shortly after with a new layer of awkwardness between them. Luckily they didn’t have to suffer through it for long. Blaster fire sounded out across the crevasse, causing Kira and Falynn to duck. They each ran behind rocks, scanning the environment for whatever danger was threatening them.

“Damn!” Kira cursed, “Tusken Raiders!”

Sure enough three of the bandage-wrapped desert dwellers stood on the cliff edge above them with another two opposite of them. Another three were coming from the corridor in front of the Jedi.

“An ambush,” Falynn noted, igniting his lightsaber for combat. Kira followed his example and found herself glad that the fizzle of the plasma blade hid the aggressive gurgling of her stomach as it cramped. Lunch was deciding to make a much sooner reappearance than she was expecting.

“It’s always at the worst time isn’t it?” she whispered to herself, focusing the energies of the force to stop her from messing herself right then and there.

“What was that?” Falynn asked through the hail of blaster fire.

“N-Nothing!” Kira responded, indicating with her hands that she’d take the right if he took the left. He nodded and the pair jumped out from behind the rocks, deflecting shots away from themselves while charging at the approaching raiders.

Falynn was efficient with the opponents he faced, using a powerful force pull to rip them from the ledge above and bowl over two of the on coming enemies. Kira didn’t have that luxury. All of her power was focused on holding back the still oncoming accident threatening to enter her diaper. From the rumbling of her stomach Kira could tell it’d be a big one too, each cramp feeling like a blow to the abdomen. The calorie-dense rations had obviously done a number on her.

She instead positioned herself with a rock between her and the charging force, using that moment of cover to focus on the ledge above her. The heated plasma bolts rained down from above but now, with only one threat she could focus on redirecting them more precisely.

Her dual bladed saber thrummed violently with each swing, returning the bolts sent to their original owners with a crash of energy against energy. Within two sweeps the three above were down and the canyon grew a little quieter.

“KIRA WATCH OUT!”

The shout came from behind but she knew better than to look for it, instead turning her attention to the only blocked space in front of her, the corner around the rock she’d just taken cover behind. It was either an escape route or something would appear. The latter occurred within seconds as the final Tusken rounded the corner, his bladed staff poised to strike.

Kira jumped in response, flipping over him with ease—though the half a second she was upside down did cause her stomach to knot up uncomfortably, reminding her of her barely staved off need to poop. On her way down she brought the heel of her shoe into the back of the Raider’s head, knocking him unconscious.

She landed with a huff, feeling the adrenaline of battle pulse throughout her body. The noise around her had stopped, though the dull roar of blood in her ears may have just been deafening her to it. The sand was settling all around her and the gentle blue of Falynn’s saber retracted. The fight was over.

“I think we did it Faly- Hggggnnn—!” Without even a moment to rest Kira doubled over, the cramping in her stomach sending shockwaves through her. The force hold had been somewhat tenuous anyway but the excitement of battle had weakened it. She was safe from the oncoming raiders, but the pain in her gut now demanded her attention.

Falynn rushed to Kira’s side, fawning over her as if she were hurt. “What’s wrong!?” he asked, gently placing his hands against her shoulders to brace her.

“I-I can’t hold i-it.” she muttered, wishing she could push her master away but glad for his support none the less. “D-Don’t look.”

She had no chance to stop the oncoming mess but she could at least prevent the Jedi she was slowly falling for from seeing this part of her life just yet. Without questioning it Falynn turned away, leaving only one stray hand on Kira’s shoulder as she dropped into a slight squat, squaring up in preparation for her diaper’s devastation. Her body pushed on its own and, as it almost always did, her face scrunched up.

The plastic exterior of Kira’s diaper crackled as the first solid log of excrement pushed its way into her padding, meeting the obstacle of her soaked core shortly after. Underneath her shorts the back of her padding tented out, following the shape of her mess before it dropped heavily into the bottom of her padding like a weight. The tapes of her diaper remained tight, its arms hugging her hips for dear life while the new weight threatened to drag them down her body.

Kira groaned happily, feeling the cramping of her abdomen subside, if only a little. The onslaught of mushy release that followed the initial push filled Kira’s diaper more and more, making her doubt its capacity a little with each sphincter spasm that forced molten shit into the back of her padding.

The grunts and groans of exertion continued while she messed, something she wished would stop more than the actual act itself. She wondered what Falynn thought of this, if the sounds of her own excrement squelching out of her body into crinkly, childish padding while she moaned and grumbled with exertion made him see her as a lesser pupil. Was it possible that she didn’t see her as a worthy padawan or worse, not worthy as a partner?

Her fears were assuaged slightly by the fact that his hand never left her shoulder. Whatever leg-shaking, body-quaking push she unleashed that preceded loud flatulence wasn’t enough to get Falynn to leave. The palm of his hand remained steady on her, offering silent support while also trying to remain benign.

Kira straightened herself without saying anything else, having finished filling her diaper. She pulled away from Falynn’s hand prompting him to turn his attention back to her. “Are you all done?” he asked.

The awkward nature of the question caused Kira to shiver, fighting the urge to make some smart remark. She was practically shaking, feeling inconsolable that Falynn had to hear all of that, and on top of that had to feel her body shudder through the whole process.

From her pack she pulled out a small tent, meaning to use it for privacy and to give her a non-sand-covered surface to change on.

“W-Will you watch out for more while I change?” she asked, trying to suppress the unconfident quiver in her voice. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Falynn but a nod of affirmation confirmed he was willing to while she replaced her trashed diaper.

It took longer than she wanted to deal with the devastated padding but the relief she felt taping a new diaper around her bottom was almost cleansing in a spiritual way. She wasn’t so in her head in clean padding and looked at the situation more objectively.

She stepped out of the tent with her previous diaper rolled shut and sealed in an airtight bag, the hope that experiencing the reality of her accident wouldn’t turn Falynn away fought off the thoughts of losing him.

Much as she’d hoped he greeted her like nothing had happened with a smile on his face. Whether or not it was fake didn’t matter to her, she was just glad for it. It meant they could continue despite Kira having to carry her own diaper like a badge of shame.

The good thing was that, true to Falynn's word, a Sarlacc pit did actually await them near their destination, leaving Kira a convenient place to dispose of it before they approached the place where Kira’s old master had disappeared. Despite the embarrassment, Kira was glad that before she’d had to confront whatever had incapacitated the Jedi who’d taught her everything.

The pair passed through an archway only to see a lone figure standing in the middle of a circular arena. Off to one side waited the small bunker they’d been sent to find.

“Greetings Jedi, I am lord Praven. I’ve come to face you, as retribution for striking down my master’s son Tarnis.”

The upfront nature of the Sith shocked both Kira and Falynn, he stood before both of them with his hands in front of him and no amount of deception marring the force. “My master wants you destroyed and yet here you stand. He ordered me to activate the shock drum your master, Kiwiiks, came to find just to decimate this planet and you with it. I decided against it as I’d much rather face you honorably.”

“That’s admirable of you.”

“You can’t trust him, can you master?” Kira asked, skeptical of the Sith’s motives.

“Feel the pull of the force around him Kira—he’s speaking nothing but the truth.”

“I wish to make this exchange honestly, If I win my master will have exactly what he wants and if not I’ll give you the new code I’ve set to activate the shock drum. Either way, this will be over.”

There was a look exchanged between Kira and Falynn as they made sure the offer was understood by both of them. “I’m ready if you are, master.” Kira said

Falynn turned back to the Sith who’d called himself Praven. “Alright, we accept.”

Three sabers ignited with a violent woosh, replacing the sounds of small desert critters with the crackling of energy. They stared at each other, the silent pressure between them only spreading the more the tension of the situation built. Kira waited for one of them to make the first move, only there to back up her master once the battle started.

Praven was the first to break the stalemate, raising his weapon and charging a half second before the Jedi. Falynn met him in the middle of the dirt circle, lightsaber against lightsaber, causing brilliant exploding coronas of energy.

Kira circled the Sith, taking advantage of his open backside while he was distracted by her master. To her surprise he met her blow with a block, using the backswing of one slash to deflect her strike before lashing out at Falynn again.

He held his ground well despite the disadvatageous fight of three beams against one. In combat Praven was more than capable, able to track the movements of both his opponents at the same time while utilizing each swing of his saber to fight the both of them.

The fight continued with Kira and Falynn exchanging looks to communicate for different formations. She retreated suddenly, trying to give herself some breathing room in the fight. She hadn’t expected Praven to follow, pursuing her relentlessly.

Kira raised her hand to force push him away by redirecting the energy within her, releasing a previously unknown force hold on her bowels that she didn’t even realize she’d been working to maintain all this time.

Kira’s gut dropped, a heavy weight plunging through her abdomen and pushing through to her diaper. While it didn’t have the sheer mass of her previous mess it pushed through her with astonishing speed, dropping into her diaper and pulling down the crotch.

Praven launched himself into the air, poised to strike. Kira, already defenselessly squatting, looked up at him with her eyes wide. “P-Please, I need a t-time out!” Kira had zero expectations for her plea to work, but the Sith ended up redirecting himself in mid-air, landing away from her and switching off his saber. “Granted,” he said, “finish your business and we can continue.”

Kira could hardly believe her ears, but she still gratefully used the reprieve to bear down and force the last of her mushy accident into her padding. While smaller than her previous mess it was so much worse due to the eyes on her.

Once done she straightened herself, adjusting the shifting crotch of her nappy to allow the lump of warm mush to sit comfortably. No movement could help it though, Kira knew that. She’d be generally uncomfortable until she received a change. Sparring with a load in her nappy was bad enough; a full-blown battle was a whole different issue but it wasn’t as if she could ask the Sith to wait while she changed herself…could she?

Kira decided not to push her luck. “Thank you.” she said to Praven.

“Do not thank me,” he responded, re-activating his saber, “I still aim to kill the both of you.”

“Oh yeah? Well you’re w-welcome to try!” Kira called, finding it hard to act tough after making the battle pause solely for her accident in the middle of the battlefield.

Everybody in the ring was happy to continue like it hadn’t happened. Much to Kira’s delight they were able to turn the tide after that, wearing down the Sith until he held a hand up. “Enough, your power is impressive. I yield.”

With the recognition of his skill, Falynn appealed to the warrior, telling him that he didn’t have to put up with a system that dained to use dirty tactics he didn’t approve of. There were good and honorable intentions in him, he need not serve the Empire.

Again Kira was surprised by Praven who agreed with her master, not only giving up the code to the shock drum but himself, saying he’d be willing to help the Jedi against Darth Angral. He left them with one final gift before moving to limp away. “Master Kiwiiks is in the bunker ahead, waiting for you.”

Kira rushed forward, feeling an unbearable weight in her heart lift as soon as she burst through the door and saw the Togrutan Jedi sitting against one wall. She was a little worse for wear but thankfully alive. Much like Kira her eyes lit up upon seeing her former apprentice. “Master Kiwiiks!” Kira cheered, running up to hug her fellow Jedi.

“Hello Kira, it’s nice to see you.” she replied, returning the hug with a single arm.

Falynn stood in the doorway of the bunker, using the entrance to lean against. A smile crept across his face as he observed the scene. “So what happened?” he asked, inciting the other two to pull away from each other.

Kira stood, stepping away from her former master while she explained Praven overpowering her and holding her while waiting for them to arrive. “He spoke a lot about honor. I’ll be honest, I’m surprised both the planet and I are still here.”

Falynn agreed with her, reiterating the scene from his perspective and how they’d managed to convince him the light side of the force was better suited to him.

It was almost laughable when they thought about it and Kiwiiks commiserated that if only all Sith could be so easily swayed. At this Falynn looked to Kira, a connection made.

“Perhaps they can.” he said, turning to his apprentice. “Kira, does she know?”

Kira seemed shaken by the question and unsure about how to answer. “I-I mean she’s familiar with my issue if that’s what you mean, but—”

Falynn put up a hand. “Not that,” he explained, “I mean about your past.”

Kira hung her head, realizing this was a conversation he expected them to have right here and now. “I- no, I never told her.”

“Told me what?” Kiwiiks interruptedredhead, breaking the strange back and forth. “I met you when you were trying to steal from me, so I already understand that you have a bit of a past.”

Kira took a deep breath, looking over to Falynn with a look in her eye that said “Do I really have to do this?”

The Jedi nodded, encouraging Kira.

“Okay,” Kira said, readying herself, “Master Kiwiiks. I was raised as a child of the emperor, raised to be a Sith soldier.” The other two stood silent while Kira explained her childhood on Korriban as well as the circumstances that lead to her incontinence. “I left and escaped to Narr Shadda where you found me.”

“I see,” Master Kiwiiks said, “And you knew all of this?” She was addressing Falynn with this question, but never took her eyes off the redhead.

“I did.” Falynn said, “It doesn’t change much for me. Kira is still my Padawan and I trust her implicitly.”

Kiwiiks nodded, accepting this answer. “Good. Since you’re aware of her problem I suppose you’ve had to change her?”

“Master!?” Kira exclaimed, surprised by the sudden shift. Her cheeks were burning red from embarrassment. “He has not!”

“Oh?” Kiwiiks said, “You had your former master change you for years and now you’re squeamish to have your new one do so? Tell me Falynn, have you noticed how she gets when she’s using her diaper—the little idiosyncrasies?”

“A few,” Falynn said, “I can usually see when she’s wetting herself. That vacant look is hard to miss, and I’m pretty sure when she squats lower something more is happening.”

“Ah, yes, the squared stance and scrunched face—a Kira classic to indicate she’s packing her diaper. Based on the smell… she did so recently?”

Kira scoffed and denied the accusation but Falynn spoke up above her, recounting the mid-fight accident that caused everybody to pause while she did her business. This earned an amused chuckle from both the senior Jedi who took great pleasure in seeing Kira’s burning cheeks.

“Well if that’s the case I imagine the poor thing is dying for a change. What do you say to allowing your master the honor of changing you one last time?

Kira shook her head, aggressively denying the need for help changing.

Unfortunately for her, the Togrutan insisted and before long she was lying on a changing mat in the bunker with Master Kiwiiks peeling open the padding while Falynn waited in the other room. “You know,” her former master said. “This might be a good learning opportunity for him.”

Again Kira shook her head vehemently. "I'm not ready." she said.

“Not yet?”

“Not yet.”