Elizabeth's Secret Pt.1 (Patreon)

Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably against the railing, bothered by the wind tickling her bare thighs—among other things.

The eyes of strangers all across Battleship Bay fell on her. Why wouldn't they? A strange woman had fallen out of the sky along with the grizzled man. If anything, not looking at such a spectacle would have been weirder. She cursed her poor luck. If the hem of her skirt hadn't gotten tangled in the skyline when the tower started collapsing she would’ve been able to blend in better.

She still remembered the sound of that first tear. It was such a clear sound that she’d even  heard it over all the gunfire and screeching of the songbird.

“Would it be any better if my skirt was torn away and a pair of panties were exposed?” she wondered, looking down the valley of her blouse to the mountain of puffy padding propped up by her closed thighs, even having a tinge of yellow that indicated its use.

The eyes of the citizens of Columbia kept flicking to her and her companion, not wanting to seem like they were looking for too long at any given moment. When the shock of hitting the artificial ocean at Battleship Bay finally wore off Booker focused on Elizabeth, his eyes clocking the thick diaper around her hips.

“Uhhh…”

He seemed at a loss for words. Elizabeth herself was somewhat unsure how to respond, her eyes shooting downward and a red blush painting her cheeks. It was so much worse that she was soaking wet from top to bottom and the yellow stain marred her fluffy white padding so visibly.

In the rushing excitement of flying away from her tower, she felt a flow soak her diaper. Her bladder was typically outside her control anyway, hence the need for a nappy. However in the crashing and jostling she’d felt her whole body seize, obviously shaken up by everything.

At that moment she gripped Booker tighter, not to keep herself from falling but because her bladder fully released its hold and began to empty, spilling everything she had into the diaper around her waist. She needed that extra grip to ground herself, to maintain focus while her padding sagged lower and lower. But that grip didn't help her much when her skirt ripped, giving any passerby a view of her swelling diaper as she flew through the air.

After several moments of awkward silence, she brought a request to her lips that felt more embarrassing than the actual visibility of her diaper. “Eh, can you change me please?” she asked.

Booker looked shocked, rubbing the back of his neck and turning his gaze away from her. “Um, do you have a replacement for that or do we need to try and find one?”

That… hadn’t even occurred to Elizabeth. She didn't have a new nappy and her stack of diapers had likely been buried with the destruction of her tower.

She shrugged, “M-Maybe we can find something in the shop at the end of the pier,” she said, offering a shaky hand out to Booker, “a-at least I could get a new skirt so this one wouldn’t be so noticeable.”

Booker accepted her hand, pulling himself up. “Sounds good, I guess.”