Code Geass: Rolling a Critical Failure 2 (Patreon)

Chapter I: Pre-Game

Just being back in the council room after several weeks of avoiding it had Milly feeling intensely terrified. Even though she was scared she hoped her expression didn’t portray the worry she felt creeping through her mind. The rest of the faces at the table didn’t seem bothered by the fact they were sitting together for another game of Dungeons and Dragons. It was like they didn't even remember that the results of their last game had caused each of them unwanted permanent damage.

Her gaze swapped between her fellow players.

Lelouch looked bored and uninterested as usual. It was almost as if somebody had dragged him here like last time, though that could have been true. Kallen could have convinced him to come by nagging at him till he relented or Shirley's new imposing height could have been the reason for his attendance. Either way, he was here while looking like he didn't really want to be.

Nina clacked the dice in front of her excitedly, arranging them in relation to how lucky they rolled. Despite her dire mood, Milly had to suppress a laugh at this. The idea that somebody so science-minded could be obsessed with dice luck and training felt like an oxymoron.

Kallen took a very different approach. She was studying her player's handbook like her life depended on it. In what seemed to Milly like the most normal response, she seemed like she didn’t want to be caught unaware by whatever class she was handed a second time. No matter what character sheet Shirley handed to her, Kallen would know how to play it. She had what was probably the most obvious physical memento from Milly's game, a set of shiny metal braces locked to her teeth. A little sucking sound came from the redhead as she swallowed the excess saliva she produced because of her braces.

Milly cringed at the sound, wondering if perhaps she'd gone too far on that front. Having to find an orthodontist couldn't have been easy.

The new player at the table, a green-haired woman named C.C., was the only odd one out in the group. She hadn't been a part of Milly's previous game and so remained undiapered. She was also apparently completely unbothered by the fact that everybody around her was thickly padded. C.C. seemed only to care for the slice of Pizza Hut™ pizza she was currently chomping into.

Shirley had asked if one of them would be able to bring a fourth player. When Lelouch mentioned that he had a possible candidate but that she'd only come if the pizza was provided Milly said she'd have no problem with ordering food for the group. It was only when Lelouch specified that this person would only come if there was specifically Pizza Hut™ pizza and at least two whole pies specifically for them Milly started to get a little weirded out.

Seeing her now that weird feeling didn't go away. She was quiet and when she did speak up her voice was oddly monotone. She looked around with unblinking eyes and a blank expression. Something about her was off though Milly couldn't place what it was.

As odd as she was there was still a want to warn C.C. against sitting here and playing given what might happen to her. After her first game, Milly hadn't intended to bring anybody else into their strange little ABDL world. Shirley didn't seem to have that reservation.

It was crazy to think the assembled group was sitting here and acting so normally given what they'd gone through months prior. Sure, after Shirley's wish at the table, they’d regained a fair amount of their mental faculties but they were all far from unscathed by the experience.

They still needed diapers, wore baby clothes, and acted childishly when they weren't thinking about it. At random times in the hall, any of them could squat down and drop a five-pound load in insanely stretchy padding that would sag to accommodate it.

They all still relied on Shirley for most things on a day-to-day basis. This would have been strange to the general public were it not for Milly’s dice making it so everyone thought the new conditions of their classmates were just the way things always were.

Recounting the situation in her head and looking at her fellow diaper butts was quickly growing tiresome to Milly, who threw a look at the council room door. It was like she was waiting for death to come strolling in on a pale horse, eventually, you'd get tired of the anticipation but still be terrified till it showed up.

On top of that painful wait, she was also dealing with a painful chair. Milly would have preferred to just mess herself and use her bloated diaper as a chair.

She still could fill a diaper to the floor based on the homebrewed hypermessing feat she'd given herself. However, Shirley had insisted on changing her before this game, it didn't matter to her how much Milly had protested. Her new size meant that even if one of the padded butts in her care objected, she could just pick them up and make them do as she pleased.

Milly thought a lot about her friend's transformation as well and why the other people at the table hadn't questioned it. Maybe because she'd seen the transformation she was spared the effect of the dice that made her see it as normal. Maybe it was simply because she was the dice's original owner.

It felt like it hardly mattered. Now everyone just accepted that Shirley was a nine-foot-tall cow woman with four tits that constantly produced milk.

Through the grand double doors of the former council chamber the giant cow woman entered, ducking beneath the doorway to avoid hitting her horns. In her hand was a sheaf of papers and on her face a wide smile. From her pocket hung an ornate green bag.

The stone polyhedrons within the sack clacked and clattered. The sound made Milly cringe because those were her dice. Shirley had confiscated them after she’d gone and altered her character sheet. The redhead claimed that she wanted them for her own stint at DMing. Once again her new stature kept Milly from taking them back.

When Shirley walked in the expectation for Milly was that she'd be mostly nude. It's how she'd existed since her transformation, not a single Ashford Academy uniform fit her anymore and rather than worrying about it, she was perfectly happy to walk around mostly nude. That's why it nearly shocked the blonde out of her chair when she saw Shirley dressed. Not only that but she was dressed somewhat appropriately for the role of a ‘Mommy’ type.

Shirley's new white-sleeved, pink dress clung tightly to her torso, though it didn’t feel like it was supposed to. The way it framed the four sets of breasts underneath it and presented them so openly to anyone who might look imbued a rash of lustful thoughts to Milly that confused her. The bottom half of the dress hung a lot looser; it was a more billowy skirt that came down to her mid-calf. When Milly looked, the skirt seemed to be wavering in some non-existent wind that promised a look at her ample rear were it not covered by a pair of Yoga pants.

“She’s dressed like a suburban mom…” Milly noted, “Even has giant pockets for snacks. God, it might hold more. Those things look like she could fit a whole diaper.”

Despite her sweet-looking exterior Milly perceived a malevolent aura from her former friend turned cow mommy. Her smile was endearing but felt more sinister as she approached. Milly realized that she knew that smile, it was the one she used when she was plotting to harass her fellow council members.

“How’re my favorite diaper butts doing today?” Shirley asked, drawing everyone’s attention directly to her.

Well mostly everyone. C.C. didn’t shift her attention away from the slice of pizza in her hand and it was obvious that it bothered Shirley. Technically the redhead’s greeting didn’t apply to her. C.C. wasn’t wearing a diaper given her lack of involvement in the last game.

“Normal might be an overstatement though.” Milly thought. No matter how she looked at it, something about C.C made it feel like she didn’t resonate with reality.

Shirley seemed to think so too. The way she glared at C.C. when she didn’t snap to attention made Milly shiver. It was the look of somebody who was fully ready to take a disobedient child over their knee to punish them.

The mood shift from Shirely had surprised Milly. The transformation into an aurochian when combined with her Mombarian character sheet made her swap between a caring and cheery personality and a strict one. It was like the dice had completely overridden the person she was before. Maybe the swim club member Milly had known was well and truly gone.

Milly nudged C.C. with an elbow and pointed to Shirley as a way to direct her attention to their new DM. C.C. turned to face Shirley, a slice of pizza was still hanging halfway out of her mouth.

With the attention of the table fully on her, Shirley’s mood seemed to ease. She took the seat at the head of the table plopping down in a massive chair Milly had to have specially made for her.

The half-minotaur form meant that she was now nearly six hundred pounds of pure muscle. One of the normal council chairs had already snapped beneath her and Milly wasn’t sure the foundations of Ashford Academy could take another round of her falling to the floor, especially with how they shook last time.

From behind the DM screen, Shirley surveyed her table, towering over her players menacingly. In her hands, she shuffled papers behind the decorated cardboard that kept all of a Dungeon Master's secrets from the players.

Once she had her plans in order she freed the bag of clattering dice from her pocket, pouring them out into a wooden tray. The gemstone polyhedrons made such a racket as they hit that everyone save for C.C. jumped, remembering what that sound had done to them last time.

Nina just kept turning her dice, laying each one on its highest number to ‘train’ it. “Praise be to the dice gods.” she mumbled.

Lelouch was the first to speak up, surprising everyone. “Do you have character sheets for us or are we doing a session zero?”

Milly was surprised at the verbiage coming from her fellow player. For someone who was normally so disinterested in the game he seemed ready to get started no matter what that meant.

Shirley smiled, picking up a stack of papers and passing it to her left. “Take the one on top and pass it to the next person. Don’t look too much, there's a few surprises in store.” The tone in her voice was painfully playful but her eyes… they were narrowed with malignancy.

Lelouch took the papers from Shirley, pulling the top one from the stack and passing them over to Nina, who passed them to Kallen at the other end of the table, then to Milly. Milly held the two character sheets in her hand, one for C.C. and one for her.

For a brief moment, she considered getting up and running. She already knew deep down that this game, like her own, wasn't going to end well for the players. She and the others were already diaper-bound, her by her own choice and them by her hand.

Shirley, though, didn't have the same intentions for her game. She couldn't have. Just two weeks ago she'd become an unholy breastfeeding-obsessed cow/woman abomination who could wrangle and baby any person based on her whims. She was fundamentally different from Milly now. It's all been fun before. This game had a purpose, one that felt sinister.

Seeing little chance of escape for herself, Milly figured that the least she could do was spare Pizza Girl here. If she played her cards right she could keep her from the strange reality Milly had trapped herself and everyone else into.

The eyes looming above her broke through those thoughts and before she knew what she was doing Milly was passing C.C. her sheet. Every thought she had about saving C.C. crumbled at that gaze and by handing her a paper, Milly had damned her to her fate.

Despite being instructed not to, Kallen was already pouring over her sheet and looking up at Shirley with confusion. “What is with this character? Did you roll these stats?”

Shirley was going to respond but Milly beat her to the punch. “What is it?”

“Well, first off I’m a goblin, which doesn’t make sense stat-wise as a wizard and all of my stats are in the negatives or at zero. Only that dex and con bonus are keeping me from being totally useless but it’s not like that helps me as a wizard.”

Milly went stiff. Shirley had gone and done precisely what she had feared. She’d obviously taken the idea from messing with her own character sheet and intended to mess with everybody in the same way.

Despite risking punishment, Milly looked at her own sheet while Shirley was scolding Kallen. Starting a campaign at level one seemed a little extreme but Shirley couldn’t fault a DM who wanted to go that way. The stats on their level one characters, however, were a joke.

Shirely had either made them up or rolled four and taken the highest three without rolling above an 8 in any set. Even with a +2 to strength and a +2 to Con from her homebrewed species Milly still had a -2 to each of those ability modifiers.

The species was another oddity, obviously homebrewed and based on Shirley’s Aurochian race that she’d found online. Milly assumed this based on the bonuses she was seeing but her size was listed as ‘small’ and next to species it just said ‘smol cow’.

At least the barbarian class made sense, her best stats geared toward it unlike Kallen’s.

“Shirley, this is crazy.” Milly scoffed, “You have to at least give us a chance. These stats are worse than commoner stats. Are everyone’s sheets as bad as mine and Kallen’s?”

Lelouch nodded and so did Nina. C.C. didn’t even bother looking at her sheet, there was almost no interest in her eyes. “I’m a galathan cleric with -2 to wisdom,” Lelouch groaned, disappointed to once again be saddled with the cleric class.

Nina seemed almost as pressed as the last time they’d played. “I’m a kobold artificer with a literal 3 in intelligence!”

“Whoa whoa!" Shirley exclaimed, putting her hands up to try and calm the uproar. "This is why I wanted you to wait. You baby brains will have plenty of time to get your stats up. It’s a tougher game but I promise you can level up and get ability score improvements. You guys are just big ol’ diaper butts. I thought a game where you had to overcome your weaknesses would be fun."

Shirley’s excitement about the premise of a group of small-sized players trapped in diapers didn’t quell Milly’s concern. Even worse, it didn’t sound like a bad concept for a game. What sucked is that given Shirley's ability to alter the players at the table, a difficult game like this would have permanent consequences. Milly was worried about how the species change and lowered stats would manifest as opposed to their normal bodies.

“So are we ready to get started?” Shirley asked, ignoring the distress of her players. Milly couldn't tell if it was willful or accidental.

To be on the other side of the screen was downright terrifying. “I need to get out of here before she starts the game, this is going to go really ba—” Milly thought.

*PHHHHHWWWWOOOOOOOOSH*

Just like when Milly’s game had begun, a burning green light of transformative magic erupted from the supernaturally powered dice, blinding the whole table.

She remembered her first time in the light having been pleasant. The magic of the dice had just removed her clothes and morphed them into a diaper. The little hyper messer feat she'd added had been a painless and easy addition.

She hadn’t expected the bodily transformation to go as smoothly as it did. Something about the idea of bones shortening and her body’s mass shifting seemed like it would be a painful experience. Apparently though, such an experience went the opposite direction in terms of sensation.

The radiant power of the dice filled Milly from her toes to her head in a slow sweep, pouring into her and accumulating in her torso. The light amassed in her chest, burning so blindingly bright that it was overtaking her vision from behind her eyeballs.

As the powerful bust pulled in from her limbs Milly felt her legs shortening, her hips and bust growing at the same time. Like Shirley, a second set of breasts was growing beneath her thickening chest. Her arms experienced a similar effect as her legs. They drew in closer to her body, shortened by the die's magic. Her position in space didn't change though as something was boosting her up. She was pretty sure her diaper was becoming thick enough to compensate for her new truncated height.

Miilly actually found the process intensely pleasurable. She wanted to dip her hands down into the crotch of her diaper to feel the friction. She shivered, surprised to feel the light buzz of lust pushing her toward horny actions.

The worst part of the process was probably the constraining material creeping over her body, wrapping up her new form and constraining her in a way she hadn’t felt since the first D&D game. The last time she’d worn more than a diaper was at that game and she wasn’t keen on getting back into clothes.

When the smoke cleared everyone at the table was changed though far more drastically than before. Diapers and clothes were one thing, but everyone at the table hardly resembled their original body shapes anymore. They were all significantly shorter but the height lost in their limbs and torsos had been applied to their hips and busts.

The table was now populated entirely by short stack women save for Shirley. She wouldn’t have sat even with them even if she was still human. Each one of the two-to-three foot tall short stacks were boosted up by huge highchairs and thick padding. Because of Shirley’s Aurochian body she still towered over them in her padded chair.

Like a vicious monarch, she presided over them with a wide smile and eyed each one of her new players like a potential sacrifice.

Milly followed her gaze around the table. At the same time, she took in the sight of friends' new bodies.

A set of wings had sprouted from Lelouch's back. He seemed to regard them with distaste. “Ah, I guess that’s not quite accurate anymore.” She wasn’t sure Lelouch was a “he” anymore because the feathery wings weren’t the only thing that’d sprouted.

Like Milly, Lelouch's extra mass had gone straight to the hips and bust, giving them a set of wide hips that couldn’t fit through the hole of the highchair with the tray attached—not that the thick as hell diaper he’d been put in made that possible anyway. Newly pointed ears twitched and perked at the groans of the people around them, apparently sensitive to external sounds.

Those same groans reached Milly’s ears too and she realized she was adding to the multitude of collective laments. It wasn’t like they were the moans of aches and pains but rather, of disappointment. It was a collective bemoaning of a shared situation. Nina, Kallen, and her were all distraught that they’d been caught like this again.

Lelouch seemed less bothered but still picked at the latex onesie distastefully. The garment was white with red accents and a stylized rattle on the front. It was painted across their new, busty assets and surrounded by the sunburst design.

Milly recognized it instantly as the symbol of the god she’d created for Nina in last game. A matron god meant only for baby paladins and clerics. All of their powers and abilities revolved around the fullness of their pamper. The more they filled them the more dice they’d get to add to an ability.

The only person that seemed completely unbothered by her new condition was C.C., whose box of Pizza Hut™ pizza had been lifted onto her highchair’s tray. She was still happily munching away despite being covered in hair and having feline features.

To see a species like a Tabaxi, one that was meant to be lithe and nimble, as a short stack was slightly amusing to Milly. The faux leaves in her hair and the onesie’s design indicated something nature-focused, something like a druid maybe.

“Is everybody ready?” Shirley asked.

Not a single one of them spoke up but C.C. nodded. That was all the confirmation Shirley apparently needed.

Chapter II: You awaken in a Strange Place

Shirley sat in her chair and shuffled her papers smiling at the party. She tapped something on the table behind the DM screen and from an unseen speaker, low atmospheric music started to play.

“To start off, everybody roll me initiative.” Shirley commanded, keeping her tone low and appropriately atmospheric.

Dice clattered across the different high chair trays. Tumbling till one of the numbered sides was displayed on top. Milly had been tentative to roll, finding it odd that before any descriptors or scenario was put in place they might already be entering a combat scenario.

The party rattled off their numbers with Milly’s 19 (adjusted down to an 18 due to her negative dexterity) being the highest. Watching Shirley take down the numbers of the gathered table felt oddly nerve-wracking. She turned so serious while the stats were being transferred to her paper.

She turned to Milly with a smile. “Okay Mills, you rolled the highest so you wake up first. Your character awakes in a strange place. The room around you is a slightly damp limestone-walled room with barrels scattered around. On the solid wood floor, you see several other short stacks just like you, all thickly diapered as you are. What would you like to do?”

Milly was taken aback, the hook here was already fairly interesting. Suddenly she wasn’t worried about the ramifications of playing Shirley’s game. She wanted to get immersed in the world.

“D-do ah remembah anything?” she asked, realizing that her tongue felt strange in her mouth. It was like it was coated in fuzz. Her speech was annoyingly slurred so even simple words sounded wrong. Several seconds of thinking had her determining that it wasn’t just her tongue betraying her, Milly’s brain wasn’t reacting as fast as she would have liked. Thinking was harder.

A look down at her sheet told her that her character’s intelligence score was a lowly 7, giving her a brutal -2 ability score to just her basic thought processes. Because she wasn’t a player before, she hadn’t realized how these character sheets’ stats translated to the players themselves.

Their faculties being actually dulled or raised based on the numbers she’d rolled before seemed more brutal now that she was experiencing it. Even she had been kind enough to give her players stats that would complement their classes. Shirley offered no such benefit.

“You have no memory of how you arrived here, the last thing you remember was heading over to the stables to help you moo-mommy with the morning milking. From that point, it’s a blank.” Shirley explained.

“Ah wahnnah search the room then?” Milly declared.

“Great! Roll me an investigation and while you’re doing that, Nina you awake next. You see a short cow woman with four massive breasts scurrying about the room, looking for some clue as to how she got there.”

“I gah ah 4.” Milly groaned.

“It seems the poor little moo is absolutely lost. Nina, what would you like to do?”

Nina blushed and looked at her sheet, triple-checking her stats before making a move. “Should we describe our characters first?” she asked.

Shirley shook her head. “That’s the great thing about this game,” Shirley explained, “you don’t have to, you’re seeing it right in front of you.”

The long moment Nina took to stare at Milly made her slightly uncomfortable, the way she was taking in Milly’s new bovine-esque form with intrigue and fascination. She herself could only take quick glances at the short reptilian that bore the resemblance of her fellow player.

Nina’s eyes were still that same washed-out indigo and held the sad look they always did but they had slit irises much like a reptile. Her skin was also now scaly and she’d lost her hair in favor of a set of vibrant green head horns. Her face had elongated into a snout that was lined with pointed teeth. Her onesie came with a leather bib that had pockets on it with little plastic play tools sticking out. Across her diapered hips was a belt full of devices that Milly suspected did little more than rattle uselessly.

Milly was a little surprised, because her fellow companion was more eloquent than she expected with an intelligence so low. “I wonder if the sheet can only affect her so much, her natural intelligence must be dulled but being a literal genius means she’s got a lot more to lose.”

“I um, want to use my magical tinkering to light up one of the barrels, that way it’s easier to see a way out.” Nina said.

“Ohhh, what a smart move.” Shirley complimented.

Milly could feel the backhandedness of the phrase, like she was disappointed Nina was still able to function intellectually.

“So the scaly bab toddles over to one of the barrels and pulls her adorable little play tools from her bib to spark magical light into one of the barrels. All of a sudden the limestone walls are alight with bright light and it’s easier to see in this closet. As the room lights up, C.C. wakes up next. What do you want to do?”

Pizza Girl looked shocked to have her name mentioned and put down the slice of pizza to look at her sheet more closely. Out of everybody, she still seemed the least annoyed by her transformation. She also seemed the least familiar with the rules and still didn’t appear to get how the game worked.

“Can I go wake up anybody still sleeping?” she asked, still in that twilight hazy faze of playing Dungeons and Dragons where you aren’t sure how it works.

Shirley nodded. “Of course. The smol cow is still searching around while the cute scaly girl is tinkering away at a barrel. Besides yourself, there’s an adorable feathered fairy girl with a cleric’s tabard on and another goblin girl who’s snoring face down on the ground, her diapered butt rising and falling with each sputtering snooze she lets out. She wears a pink leotard and a big wide-brim hat. Next to her is a knotted piece of wood with a bulbous top on it.”

C.C.’s gaze swapped between Kallen and Lelouch. Considering which of the pair to pull from the twilight slumber. She pointed to the dark-haired fey across from her.

“I’ll wake up Lelouch.”

Milly was surprised, not because it wasn’t the right choice but because of the clear favoritism permeating the woman’s voice. She said their name with a little bit of need. Almost as if she had an ownership over them.

“You shake the winged fae awake, their eyes fluttering and their vision clearing into consciousness. Lelouch, you awake in the room with a female tabaxi shifting your body, what would you like to do?”

Shirley’s tone as she narrated was excitable. Milly could hear the eagerness to move beyond this room and into whatever she had planned but the preamble was slowing her plan down.

Lelouch examined her character sheet, bothered by the stats he was seeing. “I wanna roll to inves-tah-gate for the door.” he said.

Hearing that Lulu's speech pattern was altered like hers made Milly feel less self-conscious about her new way of talking because at least this way she wasn’t the only one. The way Lelouch had to stretch the long word really sounded odd coming from them given how they usually spoke so eloquently.

Shirley nodded, confirming that he could roll for it. The dice clattered on the table in front of Lelouch and instantly they looked pleased. “An 18 with a -1 puts me ata 17. Do I see an-ee-thing?”

Shirley looked impressed and narrated appropriately. “With the light from the artificer illuminating the room you do get a better look around, catching sight of a door just behind some of the barrels, its wooden surface held together by heavy metal bars. As you find this door, Kallen awakes last in the group to see a ragtag gang of small folk working together to find a door, save for one dumb-looking barbarian cow who is looking off in a corner confused.”

The comment on her intelligence hurt Milly’s feelings a little but she could hardly argue, her character was dumb, and the roll she’d made only supported that fact. Unless she wanted to fall into that stereotype, she’d need to roll better.

“I’m gonna open the door.” Lelouch declared.

“Waith.” Kallen said, “I think our character’th need to introduce each other firtht, thee if we can figure out why we’re here. Do any of uth remember anything?”

Shirley considered the statement and nodded. “Everybody give me a history check.”

“Not really what it’s used for.” Nina mumbled.

Everybody rolled despite her complaint, only to have not a single one of them get above a five. Shirley explained that they didn’t remember anything about how they got there. Lelouch pushed forward with their original plan of going through the door and one by one the party agreed.

They exited into a long hallway.

“Yay!” Shirley cheered, “You solved my storage closet puzzle.”

Even C.C. didn’t smile at this, it’d taken them nearly twenty minutes to exit a room.

Chapter III: The Hallways

“The hallway you enter into is bathed in low light, braziers spaced cast flickering blue flames that are magically kept dim. The walls look to be made of the same limestone and the floors the same wood as the closet you just escaped from. You appear to be at the very end of the hallway with its expanse stretching beyond your visual range. There is not a sound in the hallway save for your breathing and a faint whooshing draft.”

The party narrated their way down the hall, regularly trying to roll perception checks and keep an eye out for threats. They failed most of them but at the very least it didn’t seem like Shirley intended on dropping a high-level succubus goddess on them. Milly was thankful for that kindness, especially since she hadn't extended it to them.

They came to a crossroads a ways down the corridor with 3 different directions calling out to them. Everybody save for C.C. argued about what way to go. They agreed it wasn’t a smart idea to split the party, but several failed checks later had the group with no more information than when they’d started, leading to greater frustration.

Lelouch took charge, pushing them to go to the right through some arbitrary criteria. The group fell under their leadership and followed at their command. If for no other reason than they seemed like the most sensical person at that moment.

Shirley interrupted their arguing with a single upraised finger. “You’ve been traveling for a while and one of you has been eating consistently for a long time. C.C., do you know how many slices of pizza you’ve eaten at this point?”

The green-haired girl shook her head. Even without counting Milly could see she’d gone through an entire pie, with half of another one already down her gullet.

"How can anybody eat so much pizza without slowing down?" Milly wondered, "You'd think her stomach would at least hurt at this point..."

“Roll a constitution save for me.”

“Uhh how do I do that?” C.C. asked.

Milly leaned over to point out her modifier and the correct dice she needed to roll while catching a peak at her stats. She had a -3 to the save and rolled a 5.

“You feel a rumble in your gut, the unholy abomination of cheese, gluten, tomatoes, and pepperoni all weighing heavily on your insides. The first cramp hits you and sends you doubling over, your bowels cry for evacuation. You clutch your gut, a misguided attempt to halt the pain.”

Shirley’s narration coincided with the movements C.C. made, from each rumble to how she bent to hold her stomach. Finally, some emotion permeated the girl’s stoney expression, bathing her face in a panicked fervor.

“The first mess,” Milly remarked, “it’ll be the barrier that keeps her in this game forever, once she fills her pants there’s no going back.”

“The weight drops through you, and a thunderous fart fills the cavernous hallway. It becomes the dominant sound as it lingers, long and continuous, interrupted only by the squelching of your first mushy turd pushing into the back of your padding.”

*BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTT PPPPPHHHHHHLLOOORPPPPP*

Milly had front-row seats to the show as C.C.’s diaper ballooned out through the open back of her high chair. Its newly added weight pulled at the material of her latex onesie as it stretched to accommodate the growing size. Her short arms stretched to grip the edge of the highchair’s tray and pull her body upward. She sat tensed, her back spasming slightly as she filled out the back of her diaper.

C.C.’s eyes stayed squeezed shut as her body pushed, the excruciating physical effort of that very first hypermess driving her to grunt and groan. The smell wafting up from her had Milly holding her nose, with the radiating stink hitting her in disgusting waves.

When she let go of her highchair's tray she landed directly into the mountain of mush that squelched and squished below her. C.C. was left to breathe heavily.

“You are now messy so until you get a change your movement speed is halved and you have disadvantage on dexterity checks. You also have a stinky aura so anybody within 5 feet of you also has disadvantage on their next action.”

“Wow,” “Milly thought, “I hadn’t even thought of doing something like that. It’s genius to make it a status condition but those debuffs are brutal.”

“Can I change her?” Kallen asked.

“Make an arcana check.” Shirley said.

“Natural 20!” Kallen cheered.

“You see that the bottom of poor C.C.’s onesie is sealed. Even if any of you had any changing supplies you’d need a special spell to unseal the latex keeping her diaper contained. Everybody roll a perception check.”

Kallen rolled the highest out of everybody and apparently passed Shirley’s DC.

“From the left hallway, there is a skittering sound. C.C.'s eruption was apparently loud enough to rouse some inhabitants of this derelict catacomb. A group of dire rats is charging your party, roll initiative.”

Another clattering of dice, another rush of numbers. Shirley took the initiative and interspaced the giant rodents among their turns to make her battle order. As terrible as the group’s stats were, the group of seven rats was a serviceable challenge, especially with the party being primarily composed of casters.

Kallen waved her staff in the air—which Shirley narrated as rattling as it moved—to cast magic missile. The force bullets obliterated one of the rats before it could use an action. Nina’s magical firearm produced sparks to damage another and Lelouch was quick to finish it off with their mace.

C.C. stumbled her way through a thorn whip, learning how spellcasting worked through a long and arduous back and forth with Shirley. Eventually, she ended up dealing 3 damage to a rodent.

Milly had to wait for her turn. She’d rolled a one, and every single rat went before she could. The creatures fought back, taking chunks out of everyone’s health but not bringing anybody down. Two went after Milly herself, whittling away her health pool claw attack by claw attack.

After the two hits in the chair she got a strange twinge, only for a blooming heat to follow and soak her padding. The blows had caused her to simultaneously fill and empty her bladder. The core of her diaper swelled with the wet heat spilling from her urethra.

Milly blushed. The squelchy core was trapped against the wood of the highchair and pressed back into her as a result. Soon the wetness spread all around the pulpy core of the diaper, wrecking any integrity it’d originally had and turning it into a squishy mess.

When her turn finally did come around Milly found herself getting huffy and horny. She pressed her hand into the crotch of her diaper, caring little that the other players might notice what she was doing.

Only Shirley’s voice was able to cut through. “Mills, what are you going to do?”

“Ahhhh, I’m… I’mma rah-age!”

Using her rage ability sent a spike through Milly. All of a sudden her horniness was multiplied tenfold. She could barely concentrate because it was like a rush of adrenaline flooded her body and it had her breathing heavily and wanting to hump. She chose to attack the rat rolling a critical on her hit and doing max damage. It surprised both her and Shirley who narrated her cleaving through one and taking out the other in rapid succession.

Out of the group, she seemed to be the most combat capable but something in her character sheet made her become unbelievably horny while using her best ability. Drool spilled from her mouth as she lost control of her salivary glands. Swallowing hardly seemed important when compared to the joy of getting off.

Three rounds was all it took for the party to clear the rats. With Lelouch’s quick healing, all of them managed to avoid going down. However, by the end, each of them had taken multiple hits and their padding was significantly soaked as a result.

Out of combat, Milly found that her horniness died down once she wasn’t under the effect of her rage. She also hadn’t been able to get off by the time combat ended and it left her incredibly frustrated. Without the adrenaline spike of pleasure to help, an orgasm felt too far away. She wasn’t going to get off anytime soon.

“Good job everyone!” Shirley cheered from the head of the table.

As far as a level one fight could have gone, Milly found herself impressed with how Shirley had handled it. It was appropriately challenging for them but there was a tenseness there, they ended up breathing a little heavily by the end.

The group enjoyed a short rest and pressed on, choosing to follow the path the rats had come from. Signs of life were infinitely more interesting than the endless hallway of nothing.

“You travel down the hallway for a little while and gradually the braziers fall away, leaving the space in darkness. It’s difficult to see anything ahead of you.”

“I have darkvision!” Nina piped up, “Can I take the lead and guide everybody?”

“Sure, Your artificer takes the lead, guiding you through the darkness. The tabaxi and goblin follow close behind because of their own innate darkvision as well. Can you three roll me perception.

“20!” called Nina.

“5” grumbled Kallen.

“Uhhh 3” said C.C.

“Ohhhhh don’t forget little C.C.’s smelly aura, Kallen and Nina roll with disadvantage.”

Kallen frowned but didn’t make a fuss. Nina however, was very bothered by the declaration. “B-b-but I got a 20! A nat 20!”

“Sorry sweety, but you should have specified some distance between you and stinky C.C. here. That smelly aura isn’t anything to mess with.”

While she whipped her head and cried, Kallen rolled her dice, stating that a 5 was her low roll.

Nina’s temper tantrum boiled into her shaking her fists and small tears rolling down her cheeks. The big emotions boiled out of the little artificer while everyone watched her shake and blubber.

Milly watched on with embarrassment for her party member. Despite her being the most verbose and intelligent outwardly, her emotions erased that image. To see her meltdown because one roll didn't go her way made all her unslurred words seem pointless.

Slowly but surely, Nina calmed down. Shirley had her take several deep breaths before rolling again with lots of reassuring words passed to her ears to let her know it was okay. The kobold girl picked up her dice, shaking it in her hand for a long moment before letting it fall to the table.

Nina sniffled when a 1 landed face up.

Everybody save C.C. adopted a grave expression, even Shirley. They all looked at Nina, who kept her eyes on the DM.

“Kallen and C.C. you two stop just short of landing on a glowing magical rune. Nina, you unfortunately don’t stop in time, your feet planting you firmly in its ring before you realize what is happening. You have mere seconds to escape before a magical trap is activated. Roll a dexterity check with disadvantage because of C.C.’s Aura. I’ll tell you now the DC is a 25.”

Nina’s jaw went slack and she stuttered like she was going to burst into another crying fit

“That means I have to roll two nat 20’s to succeed. Please, that’s impossible.”

Nina’s voice cracked and broke as she pleaded for Shirley’s mercy but the red-headed Dungeon Master just kept a waiting glance on her. Even the little tears starting to stream down Nina’s face didn’t spur Shirley into offering mercy. She had no choice but to roll.

The results were a 2 and a 5.

From the dice a green glow illuminated the space behind the DM screen, lighting up Shirley’s wide smile with an ominous jade beacon.

“Nina you try to dodge out of the magical trap but fail to get clear before the stored spell in the rune activates. All of a sudden you’re frozen in place with swirling blue energies working their way up your body. They creep toward your head, slipping past your ears and into your mind.”

Milly watched in horror as in real life magical snakes wrapped around Nina and slithered up her body. Like Shirley described, they slipped into her ears. A wild and uncontrolled howl escaped from the kobold girl. Her draconic eyes rolled back in her head.

“The magic is melting your poor mind Nina, converting what stats you had into useless gunk and dropping them into your stomach.”

Nina thrashed and fought in the confines of the magical snakes as her adult intelligence melted once again, this time it seemed for good. Whatever homebrew this trap had behind it, the magic at play seemed much more severe than anything Milly had used.

“That gunk fills your stomach till it feels like you can’t take anymore. Your gut is sooo full and the roundness of your belly is stretching your latex onesie a little bit.”

The roundness of Nina’s stomach followed the narration, popping out a little underneath her huge reptilian breasts. With all intelligent thought processed down into waste Nina stopped howling and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. It was all of a sudden like she was overloaded, unable to think.

“Your gut’s tightness feels a little uncomfortable but you can’t process such a big worry now that all your adult thoughts are drained and that’s okay. The trap has reduced you down to the intelligence of somebody who needs diapers and girls who need diapers like you just let go. Their bodies push automatically much like yours is starting to. Go ahead and push for me Nina.”

*FFLLLLLLLLRRRPPPPPP BLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAARRRTTT*

The kobold obeyed, dumping all of her potential into the back of her pants with a noisy squelch. The back of her diaper ballooned out while her stomach shrank proportionally. Her little moans and groans filled otherwise silent air as her diaper grew against the wood of the highchair.

Its bulk spilled out of the open sides and back of the piece of furniture. The plastic-shelled garment looking for any room to expand because of all the added mass. Milly suspected the weight of it was already greater than Nina’s new form and she kept going.

A crack from the chair’s wood made everyone jump. The piece of furniture broke a minute later, depositing Nina on the floor. The overfull diaper beneath her provided a safe cushion for her to land on, and the exploded chair was tossed harmlessly away from her.

Her diaper ceased its impressive expansion several moments later and she was left babbling on the ground next to Lelouch.

“Nina’s stats are all now 0. She has dumped any ability she had into her diaper. She is also now Hypermessy, meaning she has an aura of stink that radiates 20 feet.”

Lelouch was the first to speak up for the stunned group. “Is this a status effect or something I can heal?” they asked.

Shirley looked grave for a moment. “Nothing short of divine intervention could bring back Nina’s intelligence, she’s been fully regressed by the magical trap.” She switched back to a happy-go-lucky expression a second later. “How would you all like to proceed?” she asked.

Milly and Kallen shared a look, each apparently coming to the same realization. The phrase ‘killer DM’ crossed Milly’s mind as she sat there, realizing that there was a good chance none of them were going to escape the fate Nina had just met unless they escaped the game table itself.

They were already changed and would be facing a new world as short-stack babs with low ability scores but if they left now maybe that could be the worst of it. “Whath ith thith?” Kallen demanded. “The tomb of horrorth? You can’t justht wipe out all of Nina’th thtatth in one go. We’re level one, why not give us a lithle break?”

Seeing Shirley fume at Kallen’s accusation, Milly tried a different approach, fiddling with the tray of the highchair while the redhead was distracted in an attempt to escape. Her thumb found the button that released the tray’s latch and as quietly as she could she clicked it, turning to find the other one while Shirley shot a retort back at Kallen.

“Poor Nina failed her check, sometimes it happens. The game isn’t necessarily a fair one little miss. You all chose to go in this direction, she fell into the trap. It happens. This way has traps, one way has monsters and one way is safe and would have led you to answers.”

Kallen crossed her arms and huffed, shaking her head. She started to address the group instead “We need to go back to the crossroads then. If we split up some of us can at least get out and go for help.”

Shirley shot up. “Your characters don’t know that, you can’t just go back like you know what’s this way. I’m not going to let your characters use meta-knowledge like that!”

“Thoo late now huh?” Kallen said defiantly, “you sthhouldn’th have thaid anything to me. I wouldn’th go thath way if you hadn’th.”

“Roll a constitution check.”

Shirley’s voice was dripping with rancor as she called for the check. Her gaze dared Kallen to use the meta knowledge to make the game go her way.

“Why, are rockth going to fall and kill everyone?”

The tension between the two ends of the table was palpable in the air, sending a shiver up Milly’s spine as she thumbed the other latch of the highchair’s tray.

“Roll it.” Shirley commanded.

Without breaking the held gaze Kallen picked up a D20, letting it fall from her hand without even giving it the obligatory shake that personified dice rolling. It clattered onto her tray and Shirley’s magic dice glowed.

“Something tells me you didn’t pass.” she stated coldly. “Your lowest stat drops three points. That ability score goes straight to your diaper.”

*BLLLLOOOOOORRRRRRRTTTTTTT*

It was Kallen’s turn to clench and fight. The back of her diaper filled with her dropped points as she gritted her teeth. She was resolute to keep her gaze locked on Shirley and a harsh expression focused on her.

“Three points off of your constitution puts it at 1. Poor Kallen, that's a pretty important stat in a game like this too. I’ll try and go easy on you with it but you’ll be filling your pants more than anyone now.”

Milly had the tray of her highchair free and was pushing it away from her body slowly. She wanted to be stealthy up until the last second when she’d try and catch Shirley off guard with her toddling run to freedom.

Too bad the wooden tray slipped from her hands and clattered to the ground. She hadn’t realized how much her character’s reduced dexterity had affected her until now. The sharp eyes of the Moo Mommy zeroed in on Milly like a bird of prey, her expression souring.

“Leaving already Milly?” she asked, “do you need a bathroom break?”

Never in her life had the blonde been so terrified. Shirley was well and truly not the sweet swim club member they used to know. Being the ‘Mombarian’ had changed her when Milly ran her game. She’d become protective of her ‘babies’ then but her personal change to a half-minotaur super caretaker intensified those feelings.

“She thinks that to protect us she has to regress us. Her wish in my game was to keep playing forever and in this game, she’s going to make sure we can’t regain our faculties like we did last time.“

Shirley rose from her seat, collecting the dropped tray and dice from the floor next to Milly. She maintained intense eye contact as she locked it back in place. Milly shrank under that gaze, petrified by its intensity.

The wooden tray popped back into place and Milly’s dice were dropped in front of her. Shirley stepped around the table without saying a word, bending over to pick up Nina from the floor.

The kobold girl burbled happily, her mind more preoccupied with squishing the gunky mountain of shit in her diaper than anything else. When Shirley sat back down she was cradling Nina in her arms and she was still staring at Milly.

“Roll a constitution save.”

Milly really didn’t want to but complied with the demand. She got an 11 but with a -2 in the stat still failed spectacularly enough to have her wisdom drop by three, bringing her down to a pitiful 4.

Her sphincter twitched as she felt a mass meet it within her body. The transformation was instantaneous. She hadn’t expected it to happen so fast and let out a shocked gasp. There wasn’t even a chance to hold it, a solid log of shit was spreading her asshole wide as it pushed its way into her already very soggy diaper.

*FLLLLOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPP*

Her padding was spilling out the sides just as Nina’s had, its exterior unfurling as much as possible to contain the snakelike protrusion escaping her rear. A low burbling sound escaped Milly’s throat as she was caught between agony and lust.

Shitting herself was a secret joy and she would have loved to revel in hypermessing of her diaper but this particular turd was about the thickness of her arm and more solid than mushy. Kallen’s reaction of gritting her teeth and crossing her eyes made a lot more sense now. It was partially animosity and partially because a ‘stat dump’ like this was hard on the body.

When both girls had finished filling out their pants Shirley’s smile returned. “So can we agree that no one leaves and no more meta-gaming?” she asked.

Everyone nodded. Even C.C. looked like she was starting to understand just how dire the situation was.

Chapter IV: TPR or Total Party Regress

Like nothing had happened Milly continued to narrate the party moving along, eventually having them run into an open chamber.

“You wander into the first room you’ve seen in this dungeon the—”

“I want to make a perception check!” C.C. said, cutting Shirley off. Apparently, she was starting to understand how the game worked.

Without waiting for confirmation she rolled the die.

“19!” she declared.

“Remember your minuses.” Lelouch warned

“17.” she corrected, less excited but glad to see at least a double-digit number.

The room around you is different from the rest of the dungeon you’ve seen. Rather than the bright and smooth limestone of the hallways, what you see here is made of rough sandstone. There are two doors on the wall opposite you, in the center of the chamber three chests. One is made of gold, one of silver, and one of plain wood.”

“I invethigathe the doorth.” Kallen declared. “I goth a 12”

“Both doors look simple enough but are locked and require a key to open.”

Lelouch asked after the chests, eventually deciding to make an arcana roll on them.

“Damn, I rolled a 2” he cursed.

“They feel magical, but you can’t tell how.”

The entire party looked to Milly, hoping that she might provide some sort of input. It was obvious to her that this was some sort of puzzle but she had no clue how to solve it. She was struggling just to think about her character sheet, let alone about some complicated chest puzzle.

The squishy mess in her diaper was distracting her, keeping her mind locked in a perpetual state of horniness that made it impossible for her to think logically. Only the people staring at her spurred her to action, making her wish she could make a more logical choice than the one she was about to.

“Th-thah wood one ah think. Thah othah two ah trahps. Ah wahnnah open thaht won.”

She had a one-and-three chance of being right.

Based on the smile Shirley flashed at her, she was not right.

“As you open the chest a skeletal wizard pops out!” Shirley said. “Milly, you jump back, spooked by the monster appearing out of nowhere. The fear causes you to wet your diaper even more. He looks malicious and angry that you’ve disturbed his rest.”

The crew rolled their new initiative.

“Alright, let’s start combat. Milly you’d get to go first but he gets a surprise round. He’s going to cast a spell at you.”

Everybody readied their character sheets and dice, figuring that even if it was more powerful, at least they outnumbered this enemy four-to-one.

“The lich casts ego whip, give me an Intelligence saving throw.”

Milly had a -4 to that stat, but cast her die and landed a natural 20.

Even through her mind-numbing horny haze she got excited and shouted the result.

“Good for you!” Shirley cheered along with her, “That would have been really bad but you survived and now he’s going to try and float away but you get an attack of opportunity.”

“Does ah 16 hit”

“Just barely sweety, go ahead and roll damage.”

“4”

“Okay, a little bonk from smol cow Milly, can’t argue with that. Plus it’s your turn now.”

“I go ahfter him, going into a rah-age as I move.”

With the activation of her ability, the adrenaline spike of horniness was back, sending Milly into a humping fit against the bars of her highchair. The new squishiness provided by her mess added quite a lot to the whole experience.

“I’m going to ah-ttack ahgain,” she said. Her rolls proved to be halfway decent in a combat setting at the very least, as she hit this lich again, this time dealing a brutal 10 damage to the creature.

"That's Lelouch's turn. Remember that if you’re within five feet of anybody you’re going to roll with disadvantage.”

Kallen appeared to have a realization and raised a hand to interrupt Lelouch’s turn. “Waith doeth thath apply to the lich thoo?”

Shirley nodded, “He does! It’s a potent aura.”

Lelouch started by using his movement to get the appropriate distance to escape the stinky aura. “I’m gonna cast gy-ding bolt.” they said. Lelouch didn’t wait for Shirley to call for her spell attack, they just rolled it. “16 with all the mod-ify-ers app-lied.”

“Roll damage.”

“12.”

“Actually because you did radiant damage that’s 24. Really good hit Lulu.”

Shirley’s words of encouragement rang as hollow in Milly’s ears given how harsh she’d been earlier. Still, the damage they were doing was respectable, even if it did require some amazing rolls to get through.

"C.C. that's you."

The panicked look on Pizza Girl’s face didn’t inspire confidence in Milly as she flipped to her spell list. “I… I cast thunderwave.”

Milly slow blinked at the declaration. It was a spectacularly bad move. C.C. was in range of the lich but also next to Lelouch and Kallen, even worse Kallen was still in range for the aura of stink to get her too, meaning she’d have disadvantage on her constitution roll.

“Okay, you channel the power of nature and ignite a 15-foot cube of electricity—”

Milly reached out a hand to halt Shirley’s narration, to stop what was happening before Kallen was caught in the path of such a destructive spell. She didn’t let up with her description of events.

“—The lich is caught in the burst, but so are Lulu and Kallen. Everybody is going to roll a constitution save. Kallen and the lich roll with disadvantage because of the aura of stink.”

Kallen aimed a harsh side eye at C.C. as she rolled her pair of 20-sided dice. Her sour face fell when she saw the two numbers that landed face up.

“I gaurenthee I didn’th path…” Kallen said sadly

“I didn’t either,” groaned Lelouch.

Only Shirley seemed unperturbed. “My poor Lich didn’t either, go ahead and roll your 2d8 C.C. It’s the little diamond-shaped dice.

“14 damage.”

“Ohhh another good hit from the stinky spellcaster, the lich takes a big chunk of damage and gets blown away from you, driven back 10 feet. So do Lelouch and Kallen who are unfortunately caught in your concussive blast.”

“Kallen that’s your tur—” Shirley started to move on but stopped when she caught a horrified look on Kallen's face. The pencil in her hand marked something on her sheet. “I’m down,” she said shakily.

Shirley changed gears, adopting a more somber voice for the downfall of their party member. “The concussive force of C.C.’s attack washes over you Kallen, filling your head with the thunderous sound of magic. It’s too bad that it knocks something loose in there too. The stat drain curse called down on you by an eldritch god is magically blazing back to life. It’s not slowing down this time either.”

“Do…Do I make a check ath the very leatht?” Kallen asked.

“No check, you don’t have any health to make a conscious effort to avoid the after-effects. You feel your strength, intelligence, charisma, dexterity, wisdom, and constitution drained down to 0. These stats manifest physically in your gut, becoming a roiling swirl of mush that’s about to push into the back of your diaper. I’m sorry Kallen, you're permanently baby brained from this point forward.”

Shirley gave her speech as she stood up, walking over to Kallen as she struggled and strained to hold back her hypermessy release. She lifted the redhead out of her highchair, carrying her in one arm while holding Nina in the other.

Her fists balled up against Shirley’s dress as she braced for the oncoming push. The back of her diaper exploded out with constant waves of shit pulling the padding down rapidly. Milly’s earlier stat dump felt like a long and laborious process, for Kallen, it was an instantaneous drop, everything pushing tenting out the back of her padding before dropping heavily into the crotch.

There wasn’t an ounce of adult intelligence left in Kallen’s eyes anymore. The speed and veracity at which she took the pacifier Shirley offered let Milly know that she was controlled by little more than base instincts. In this case, the desire to suckle.

C.C.’s attack didn’t completely deplete Lelouch’s health so she still stood and Milly was watching from the sidelines, unaffected by the powerful explosion of thunder magic.

“The lich is still floating between you all. It looks hurt by your attacks but it’s still floating. Unfortunately, it’s the lich’s turn and he’s going to point at Lelouch. The lich casts Power Word: Regress on you. You’ll have to tell me Lulu, is your health below 10 points?”

Lelouch nodded gravely.

“And your constitution is under 7?”

“It haven’t gotten to raise it when we started. You know I started with 6.” Lelouch retorted, obviously not pleased.

“The spell takes hold,” Shirley said somberly, “Like your two companions before you any potential you have is sinking from your brain, reducing you to the stats of a big bab. Your stomach feels tight.”

Lelouch had so far been the only one to not add a squishy mass to their diaper. That achievement was about to be taken from them by Shirley’s attack. Black wisps of necrotic magic swirled Lelouch, drawing out an opposed brightness from their feathered body. their eyes rolled back in her head. The essential self was pulled from them by the lich’s magic, sucked out to leave a blank husk that Milly could re-raise and care for how she wanted.

Unlike the others Lelouch didn’t grit their teeth or fight the experience. Milly watched them whimper as the mudslide fell into the back of his pants. There wasn’t even evidence of a strain or push. Lelouch just let the mush flow into the back of their diaper meekly, without fight.

*bbbbrrrrrpppppppp*

Even when comparing how big their diaper got to the other two brain drained babs Lelouch’s wasn’t in the same weight class. Their diaper had only ballooned to about half their size.

“Milly and C.C. You are all that is left of your party and you each have a turn before the lich attacks again. Milly that’s you. The lich was actually pushed toward you when C.C. attacked so it’s definitely within striking range.”

With little other choice, Milly attacked, dealing a healthy dose of damage to the lich and leaving it on death’s door.

All C.C. had to do was seal the deal. She cast ice knife.

Milly audibly groaned at this decision, because once again pizza girl was using an ability that was going to damage her party members too. At the very least Milly was sure she would tank the damage despite failing the dexterity roll.

Despite her horrible choice of spells, C.C. actually did manage to finish off the lich, leaving the pair with two chests remaining and a pair of useless babbling party members.

“We only have a 50/50 shot now,” Milly said, deciding to take over decision-making from the only other person at the table. C.C. had proven she’d be doing more harm than good based on the decisions she was making. “I’ll open the silver chest and you open the gold one, be ready to run if another monster comes out.”

Milly hadn’t expected C.C. to agree and fall in line so easily but she was obviously shaken. Watching Lelouch lose himself left her slack-jawed and blank, like it was too much for her to bear.

“I go and open the gold chest.” C.C. said.

“And at the same time I open the silver one.”

“You two go to open the chests. Milly inside yours is a simple key, forged from metal. It looks like it could have fit either of the doors. C.C. your chest makes a squelching sound as you pry it open. Rather than a gold interior like you’d expect the inside is wet and squishy. It's insides pulse with a heartbeat much like your own. This chest is alive."

Milly's eyes widened, horrified of the reality C.C. was about to face. She wanted to pick up her axe and help but already her HP was low, she wouldn't have survived a fight.

It didn't seem like a fight was what Shirley had in mind.

"Pink tendrils slip out toward you wrapping around your limbs. The chest is a mimic and it’s pulling you inside. Roll an opposed athletics check.”

The highchair C.C. was sitting in started to shrink and a pillowy fleshy exterior started to appear behind her. It was partially ethereal, slipping into their reality despite the check not having been rolled.

“I want to give her the help action!” Milly yelled.

Shirley smiled. “You go up and try and pull on C.C.’s arm, hoping to loose her from the grip of the mimic. Your aura of stink negates the advantage that you would give with your help action BUT you do give the mimic double disadvantage on its roll. Here’s the deal. This mimic has a +3 in athletics. I’m going to roll in front of the table and we’ll take the lowest one. That will be the save you have to hit.”

Shirley rolled her d20 three times. She was able to get two natural 20s and a 5. “Whew, you got lucky! Okay C.C. all you have to do is beat an 8. You can make that can't you?”

The tabaxi rolled her twenty-sided die, tossing it into the center of the table between all three of them. A burning one landed face up on the dice, the poor girl having landed a critical failure.

“I’m so sorry C.C. but the chest gobbles you up, its tentacles crawling all over your body. Having watched all your other party members dump their stats into their diapers and rapidly lose themselves you get the feeling that won’t be your fate. From the inside of the chest, it doesn’t look like you have any sort of escape and you’ll be slowly driven mad by its prodding and filling your diaper along the way.”

As her situation was described the highchair around C.C. finished transforming. It encased her inside within seconds and the last thing Milly saw was the panicked look across her purple eyes.

The exterior of the chest was slow to form, meaning Milly could see inside of it while it appeared around C.C., green goop dripped over her body. She was coated in the creature’s saliva and the panic on her face slowly changed to rapture. For some reason she was relaxing at the creature’s touch. One tentacle slipped under her leotard, another past the waistband of her diaper.

Before she had a view of anything lacivious happening the pink insides of the chest turned solid and a gold exterior formed as a solid shell. C.C. was stuck inside. The flat bottom of the chest thunked against the ground, settling next to Milly. From inside moans could be heard, low gentle moans that indicated something the chest was doing was right.

Every so often it would shake violently, something within floundering violently.

Chapter V: The Lone Adventurer

It was only Milly and Shirley left at the table. A standoff between the previous game’s DM and the current one.

Shirley’s eyes sparkled and shimmered, a weird glow of mischief that told her she’d be heading for the same fate as the other players.

“You have the key and two doors in front of you Milly. You’re the last bab left with any mental capacity. Do you want to go left or right?”

Her answer was neither, Milly didn’t want to be subject to the same fate she’d put the others through and wanted to escape with all her mental faculties intact while enjoying her hypermessy diapers in peace.

When she thought about it and filtered that thought through the slow mental processes of her drained intelligence and wisdom, it felt like maybe that want wasn’t right. It’d been Milly who created the mombarian side of Shirley, she’d made her own big bad.

How could it be a surprise that Shirley would go and enhance herself to better care for the big babs Milly had created for her? Even these actions made sense, Milly had practically given her friend a playbook to work by.

Sitting there, stewing in her own mess while the horny thoughts bubbled up and she thought that quite possibly this was deserved. Only now that she was facing any kind of consequence did she suspect she’d gone too far in bringing these magic dice to the group and changing them into diapered archetypes of a game they played.

“Left or right Milly?” Shirley asked again.

“My character picks up the key,” Milly narrated, “carrying it over to the left door and inserting it.”

“You turn the key in the left door and it swings open, revealing a dark hallway.”

“Can I take the key out?” Milly asked.

“Trying to take it out reveals it’s stuck, it worked on either one door or the other. It was always impossible to go both ways.”

“I go down the hallway then…”

Both women’s tones were surprisingly flat given the carnage Shirley had wrought. Kallen and Nina each took up a spot on her knee, babbling and occasionally bouncing happily in their full and squishy diapers. Lelouch remained in their high chair, pushing their dice around and stewing in her mess. They kept looking over at Kallen and Nina with a look that suggested intense jealousy. Obviously, they would have preferred to be in Mommy Shirley’s lap.

The materialized Mimic had scooted itself into a corner but still regularly shifted and shook from C.C.’s assumed struggling. Milly wasn’t sure what was going on in there but just her imagination left her salivating slightly. The idea of the various tentacles probing her body, pushing their way into her mouth to feed her, maybe even slipping into her diaper…

“Maybe I picked the wrong chest." Milly thought.

She had to shake the thought from her head just to listen to Shirley’s narration of her walking down a hallway properly. She hadn’t even realized her naughty hand was drifting downward again.

“Your trip through the hallway is uneventful, no traps jump out at you and no monsters to worry about. Eventually, you come to a room much like the last one but there are no chests here. The only thing that greets you is a large bottle sitting on an altar at the other end.”

Shiley smiled at Milly, waiting for the inevitable flood of questions about the bottle. While she stared Kallen and Nina started to paw at her dress, reaching for the four milk-filled breasts beneath. Without her even touching the dice they glowed, and the top of her dress disintegrated into nothingness. She was exposed to the open air, with each tit hanging heavily from her torso.

From the nipple of each breast, a slow but steady stream of milk leaked, enticing every diaper butt within range of smelling her lactation. Even Milly’s leaned closer, the pheromones calling to a more primal part of her brain.

Kallen and Nina each latched on to one of the giant cow mommy’s lower ‘udders’, hollowing their cheeks to produce lewd suckling sounds so they could drink greedily. Lelouch was actively whining in their chair until the green wisps of reality-altering magic from the dice lifted them from their seat and brought them to Shirley.

On shaky legs, Lelouched perched on the back of Kallen’s diaper, their own padding smushing into the redhead as they craned their head to latch onto another of Shirley’s breasts.

“How’re you doing this?” Milly asked.

“I don’t know,” Shirley responded, her voice was light and joyful like she was driving some kind of sick pleasure from the activity. “It just happens. Maybe I’ve been around them too long and the magic is rubbing off, maybe it’s what the dice want.”

“I… I cahn’t believe this is hahppening.” Milly said.

“Stop believing then.” Shirley said simply, “Thinking and worrying and fretting are grown-up problems. You don’t have to worry like a grown-up anymore. Moo Mommy Shirley is here to take you away from all of that. I can see your mouth watering already. I have a full breast here waiting for you, you’d just have to take it sweetie. Drink the milk on the altar Milly, It’s waiting for you to take it and let go.”

“N-no.” Milly said. Her conviction was obviously weak. Her voice wavered and there was a steady stream of drool pouring down her chin. The smell of the milk was destroying an already tenuous hold on any rational thought she had. All she wanted was to feel that sweet trickle on her tongue again.

Just the taste before had locked in her head that the experience of warm liquid splashing her tongue and trickling down her throat was pleasurable, a lovely experience even better than pushing a hypermess into her pants. The fact that she was likely to drop a load into her pants because of how quickly her milk filled up her stomach was an added bonus.

Already the three suckling at her heavy, milk-laden breasts were making ‘pushies’, adding to the already heavy masses in their pants. The amount she was fretting about maintaining her maturity hardly seemed worth the effort when she saw how happy her fellow players were on Shirley’s lap.

When she’d discovered the power of her dice and wrote herself a character with the homebrewed hyper messer feat, it fulfilled a fantasy she’d long thought impossible. When she started DMing it was to add to her fantasy. Turning Shirley into a mommy figure and the others into big babs added to her fantasy and gave her a lasting fantasy that she could enjoy with all the others.

Taking that final plunge to be dumb baby brains like them seemed a step too far though, like she couldn’t imagine losing control of the situation. As a student, she’d been council president and her family had owned the school too.

She was a wealthy Britannian, with little in her life influencing her. She’d always been the puppet master pulling the strings. She couldn’t let go of that stranglehold, couldn’t imagine giving up control to another.

Not until now.

The smell of Shirley’s milk was driving her insane, so much so that she’d give up anything for a taste. Seeing how happy everyone was on top of her intense craving made the want to remain in control weak. Second-by-second she found herself more willing to give in.

“I’m going to ask again Milly. You see a bottle in the room sitting on an altar. Do you want to pick it up and drink it? Do you want to taste the delicious divine milk?”

The words ‘divine milk’ seemed odd to Milly but when she looked at Shirley she did have a distinct impression of her being a deity. Something about the swirling magical light of the dice that circled her momentous form and the three wide-hipped, large-breasted short stacks suckled at her breasts lent to the visual of a fertility goddess.

“I…I want to…”

Shirley’s eyes lit up excitedly.

Milly knew why, the regression had to happen because of a choice or a roll of the dice, a result of the game. Even if the game was rigged against the players its magic would work.

“I want to grab the bottle and drink.”

Shirley’s face cracked into a wide smile. “You pick up the bottle from the altar, bringing the nipple to your lips. From its plastic teat drips the most succulent breast milk you’ve ever smelled, it’s likely best described as the nectar of the gods. That first warm spray on your tongue looses an orgasm from deep within and all of a sudden you’re suckling and bucking, vibrations deep in your pelvis driving you toward pleasure while you draw in more of the mind-melting drink.”

It was no surprise to Milly that she could feel the things described to her as Shirley narrated them. That being said, going from zero to orgasm just because of a word did cause her eyes to pop open wide. The taste of the milk was good but explosively cumming after spending the majority of the session horny with no relief was a thousand times better.

Milly screamed and moaned, bucking and fighting in her highchair. The hyper messy diaper beneath her proved to be an effective grinder, the slick matter inside providing extra stimulation while lightning filled her body.

Her body started to go weightless but it didn’t feel like the normal euphoric sensation of cumming. At the edges of her overwhelmed mind, Milly could swear that she was floating. The pressure around her hips and beneath her bottom was relieved from her.

She couldn’t even see what was happening. The world around her had gone white, her mind couldn’t process the visual information presented by her eyes in this state.

Only when her lips were prodded by a moist protrusion was she sure what was happening. She latched onto Shirley’s presented nipple gluttonously.

The breast milk filled her mouth.

It was so much sweeter than she remembered.

The liquid filled her mouth and tummy, pouring into the entirety of Milly’s being. It felt like it was going further than filling her after a second. The milk felt like it was taking over the inside of her body and melting the parts she wouldn’t need, the extraneous processes, all the complicated big girl thoughts she had.

She imagined her brain floating in a milky pool in her skull, the wondrously sweet liquid smoothing out all of the ugly wrinkles on the organ and leaving it adorable and smooth. Everything washed away by the liquid flowed into her stomach and solidified as useless waste in her colon.

Milly had the urge to push.

*BBBLLLLLLLOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPPPP BBBBRRRAAAAP FLLLLLLLRRRRRRROOOOOOOOPPPPP*

It was her last rational thought and she acted on it, squeezing out a massive hypermess that let her diaper droop down onto the floor.

Her diaper reheated as she added to the slimy mushy mountain created by the coiled snake within. Her mess was less solid this time and was evacuated from her body with less effort than before. Maybe it was easier now because she wasn’t fighting, letting go of all her adult worries made it so much easier.

Somewhere beneath it, she felt a squirm. It was probably Nina, who’d taken the teat beneath her on Mommy Shirley’s chest.

It hardly bothered her, in fact, the struggling of her fellow diapered short stack provided a much-appreciated friction to Milly’s diaper, pushing the heavy mountain back up against still twitching sensitive skin.

Milly let out a final contented sigh as she settled into the feeding position. The reigns of control were out of her hands. Mommy Shirley would be the one making the choices now.

Epilogue: Life Under a New Demon

The halls of the Ashford Nursery filled with the clicking of Shirley’s sensible, mom-esque flats. She hummed happily to herself as she walked. The doors she passed had their old class designations wiped away, replacing each with classifications like ‘playroom 1-A’ or ‘bedroom 2-B’. Inside each, a fellow half-minotaur moo mommy worked to take care of their own gaggle of diaper butts, some mentally drained, some just physically dependent on diapers.

When her initial game ended Shirley kept inviting people to her table and one by one she transformed the entire eighteen and over population of the academy into some variant of big diapered dork or another. Only the swim team was spared of this fate, serving as the perfect staff for such a place. She molded them into a group of Aurochians with the same eagerness to care for adult babies that she had.

It was a brilliant idea that Shirley'd had when she found herself being spread too thin to care for everyone. It hit her during the daily milking when she found that she was physically unable to produce enough to feed everybody satisfactorily.

Once she had a staff that could handle a larger student body, another idea came to the redheaded cow mommy. Rather than having an academy here, it seemed like a nursery would be far better suited to this space.

Within days her nursery was up and running and soon it would offer its services to any person who felt their partner or their overgrown children who refused to leave home their services. They’d even take in any tired soul who just wanted a simpler life.

She’d worried that the regular citizens of Brittania would find the strange school full of fantasy species and run by nine-foot-tall cow women odd. The otherworldly and godlike magic of the set of dice meant they didn’t have to worry about it at all. Truly all of Shirley’s matronly wishes seemed to come with no consequence.

The redhead stopped at the door that had previously been the ‘council room’. A big smile was plastered on her face as the door slid open and she was greeted by that puzzle-piece foam floor with letters printed all over it.

Something felt funny about plastering letters that her charges would never relearn all over the floor. They were too busy to pay attention to any of them anyway. She ducked under the frame, reminding herself that she had to have the doorways heightened for her and her fellow caretakers.

The faint memory of the council room hit her as she walked in, expecting to see the long table, the cat tree, or the computer in the corner. All of that was long gone now though. She’d long replaced the furniture with special cribs for her five favorite pamp packers along with adding a set of bouncers, a rocking chair in one corner, and even a changing table for the rare occasion she decided to change one of her hyper horny hypermessers.

Shirley stepped over the mix of plastic rattles, wooden blocks, and vibrating sex toys that littered the ground, heading for the chair at the end of the room. Her group of five babs all crawled around mindlessly while she passed, apparently completely unaware of her presence.

She plucked one of these mindless forms from the floor, lifting a kobold with a diaper three times the size of her body into her arms. Not a single thought remained behind Nina’s reptilian eyes, any chance she had of forming one ended up in her diaper daily.

As she passed she carefully dodged the clear tubes leading from the ceiling into each of her adult baby's pacifier gags. They didn’t necessarily need the pacifiers locked around their heads but this was easier than going through and inserting their pacis one by one during feeding time.

The tubing led into a pump attached to the ceiling and was fed through a series of pulleys, giving each of the mindless diaper butts enough lead to wander around the room as they pleased but retracting when they neared the pulley itself so that loose tubing didn’t clutter the ground.

Milly took her seat in the rocking chair, letting out a sigh and relaxing. She reached up to her shoulders, twisting the snaps open that kept the front and the back together.

Her dress fell open revealing her cow breasts to the open air. Hanging next to the chair was a set of four metallic cups, leading into the same pump that fed into the pacifier gags. With the flick of a switch, she set the automatic milker to work and brought each cup to her nipples.

The powerful whoosh of air pulled the lightweight metal suckers to her breasts, completely encompassing her nipple. The pattern of air alternated on each nipple, drawing out her milk in a slow woosh until she had a steady stream going.

She didn’t even try and fight the moan that came to her lips. It felt good to be milked. The encumbrance of full and heavy breasts was the one thing she was not necessarily a fan of when it came to her new breasts. She imagined the relief she felt was similar to one of her babs releasing their bladders.

She watched the white fluid of her breast milk feed up to the pump attached to the ceiling, where the flow was switched and fed down to the crawling diaper butts in the room. Milly looked out at her gaggle of littles as she sat for her milking.

Each of them was always surprised at the feeding despite the gentle *woosh* *fwoosh* sound that always preceded milk being pumped directly into their mouths but each always enjoyed their meal.

Each and every one had their own little ritual for meal time too. It made Milly laugh as she watched them take their positions.

Nina was a solitary eater and usually crawled to the bouncer for her snack. Shirley had taken to lifting her into one of the bouncers before so she could jump up and down while she suckled. This had the added bonus of giving her bouncy time after she’d deposited a fresh load into her pants which never took long with her milk.

After only five minutes of feeding her eyes would be rolling back in her head while her belly filled and emptied repeatedly. Given that each feeding took nearly forty minutes it was a brutally pleasurable cycle.

Kallen liked to lay on her back while drinking Shirley’s milk, given that her diaper was so big even crawling was impossible she couldn’t do much else. The redhead bovine had made the choice to try out a ‘perma-pamper’ on her, a diaper that would simply continue to grow and grow with her continued messing.

All she could do was roll from her back to her tummy, sometimes using her little goblin arms to pull herself along. Her inability to move was making Kallen quite a chubby little pants loader, chubbier than the others at the very least.

Shirley’s milk had that effect on everybody, making them regain baby fat around their arms and tummies but it was especially bad for the immobile Kallen.

Milly’s favorite pastime while feeding was to use Kallen as a way to get off. She could still move after all and tended to position herself over the immobile redhead and hump her diaper into Kallen’s.

This didn’t surprise Shirley in the slightest. Milly was always the horniest among them and the barbarian stat sheet she’d written meant her ‘rage’ was more lustful than wrathful. The twitching explosive orgasm she’d had while feeding at the end of that game had been impressive to Shirley and she suspected something in Milly’s brain had been totally rewired to associate the milk with pure pleasure.

That had to be why she pursued pleasure during meals, she just wanted so badly to get off while she suckled away at her paci. Kallen was likely just a convenient vehicle for that desire.

Lelouch took a different but similar tactic. They liked to use Shirley’s knee. In their regression poor Lulu had become somewhat clingy, always begging for either direct feedings of Shirley's attention. They regularly crawled to her Moo Mommy and pulled themselves into her lap, straddling one of her legs and bucking their hips to squish their diaper against her.

As if they knew it was embarrassing Lulu even blushed at this, avoiding eye contact with Shirley while they bounced lustfully against the thick thigh. Somewhere deeply ingrained in her babyish capacity was something none of the others possessed, shame.

The final baby in Shirley’s nursery was still trapped in the punishment chest. A single tube led to a shifting mimic in the corner of the room, slipped past the false gold lips of the chest. Inside the Mimic’s flesh walls squeezed C.C. kept her coated in aphrodisiac slimes and the tentacles played with her.

Every so often Shirley would open the chest to check on the green-furred tabaxi, seeing that she too was growing chubby like the others. The redhead’s intention was to leave her trapped till she gave in like the rest but the process was moving much slower than she’d expected. Checking the stats on her character sheet showed that C.C.’s abilities drained a little with each week, the hypermesses slowly pulling them into her diaper bit by bit.

At the rate she was going, she’d be in the same position as her other nursery mates in a month. Only when she was just as regressed as them would she remove C.C. and use the box as a timeout punishment but till then she had to wait. She’d committed to let it get this far.

Contentedly she leaned back in her rocker, letting the suction cups dispense her milk to her former players. She was glad that the game had gotten her this far but unless it was to add to her growing nursery, she suspected she wouldn’t be picking up the dice again.

Dungeons and Dragons was fun but watching her stinky pamp fillers react to her punishments and care was far more enjoyable. This was the best ending she could have asked for.