Diaper Dimension - Princess Troubles (Part 2) (Patreon)

“So you’ll be moving to another country?” Jermaine asked, glancing at Silke’s open suitcase.

“Well,” Silke replied, wondering if Jermaine quite understood yet, “We’ll be united as one country. So really I’ll be in the new capital.”

“Oh… I imagine that will be quite far away.”

“Of course. It’s where everybody important will be however.”

Jermaine frowned.

“I’ll be hiring somebody to secure myself a residence there then.”

“Of course,” Silke replied, her expression calm as she glanced to the staff packing her suitcases. Socialites like Jermaine were easy to play.

“Though,” Silke added, frowning as a staff woman jostled a divider she’d placed over her tightly-packed underwear, “Some of the people there will be quite large, so it might be a bit different...”

Jermaine paused, then shrugged, and reached for her endless supply of nicotine gum.

“So long as it’s where everybody important is, it’s where I’ll be.”

Silke nodded. She considered a playful remark about how Jermaine could even model school uniforms there, though she could already hear how odd it would sound.

“And,“ Jermaine said, “We’ll be united soon like you said. It’s how it is in a lot of other places already.”

Silke paused. Two years ago, a woman had come to their country claiming to be unfairly stalked by a larger passenger on their cruise who wanted her as their child. The country had of course rejected her claim, and Silke had signed the forms herself. She’d been present at the docks, and had seen the frustrated woman escorted back, looking more guilty than angry. Curiously, the waiting Amazon had a package of enormous diapers with her, which she’d torn open right there. Silke had needed to depart then, and had wondered about whether what she suspected had really come next, nearly every day since. She’d looked up the cruise later, and had seen that it continued for three months before making landfall. The woman would have had nowhere else to go for all that time...

“Yes… Well, I fly out now. The uh…”

She paused. Why did she find the word so unnerving to say?

“The, uh, adoption is this afternoon.”

Jermaine gave a wry smile. “My, look at you. Living every girl’s dream and getting to become a princess.”

Silke snorted out a most provincial laugh, then quickly recovered.

She made for the door, feeling a clammy sweat on her palms.

She’d researched that cruise ship several times, reading how it featured a daycare, six playgrounds, and parents’ rooms at either end. She had to wonder...

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“Princess Silke, we’re entering the capital.”

Silke nodded, though didn’t look out the window. The neighbouring nation’s vehicles were much larger, and Silke hadn’t been able to see much except blue skies on the whole way in.

It was perhaps for the best. She’d opted to wear an old-fashioned ball gown, thinking that it might make everything about her… less specific… which benefited from all the extra space.

The signing would hopefully be over quickly, and Silke could change into something more comfortable, as well as a bit more complimentary.

“Princess, one of the Queen’s people is here to meet us.”

The limo pulled over, and Silke waited while a discussion took place at the front.

A moment later, her window rolled down, and a large, smiling woman leaned in.

“Hello, highness. We’re so glad to have you here. The Queen wanted you to have this.”

Silke blinked at the woman passed down a huge, warm cup. It had a spill lid on top.

She immediately recognized it as more of the cocoa.

“The Queen says you took to it quite enthusiastically the last time. It has milk from a natural source which is very good for you.”

Silke nodded, supposing that it was the Queen being strangely thoughtful. She took a sip so that the woman saw, then lowered the drink to her lap.

The giantess beamed at her.

“Now there’s been a bit of a delay with your things, since they can’t be rushed through customs like you were.”

“Oh I-”

“I’m sure that it will be fine Princess. Now you enjoy your drink. The palace is about an hour’s drive from here.”

The giantess glanced to the driver in the front, and they seemed to share something.

“Well I look forward to the signing.”

“I’m sure it will be wonderful, Princess. The Queen has been talking about your arrival quite a bit.”

Silke nodded, and watched the window roll back up.

She glanced back down to the huge cup in her hands. The Queen was more involved than Silke might have expected. Silke hoped it didn’t conflict with her plans for making money independently as a Princess with few responsibilities.

Well, with an hour to spare, she might as well work on the drink. Goodness, it was big though. And kind of thick and creamy. She’d of course be responsible about not drinking too much before an event, being a young woman of the world.

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Silke waited at the signing table. 

She had to wonder where the priest had gotten such a ridiculous hat.

The Queen made her way through the small assembly for the signing, shaking hands. Thankfully she was to hold all the power, and Silke could be almost irrelevant.

There was only a small gathering, perhaps the Queen’s inner circle, who hopefully knew of the ruse. Silke had opted to wear the largest heels which she could find, somewhat countering the Queen’s plan.

Looking out now though at all the giants, she couldn’t be more glad for the extra height.

She could have sworn she’d seen a stroller outside with what was perhaps a Little person like herself, though it wasn’t entirely clear. Her eyes had immediately gone to the crotch of their sailor uniform, even though she knew she shouldn’t stare. The bulge seemed to only have a few possible explanations.

If anybody knew Silke’s actual age, yet still presumed that she was immature anyway... She hid a strange shiver.

Simply wearing the awkward ball gown was proving enough for Silke, in truth. She wasn’t quite sure why she’d toyed with the idea of- Well, she was only doing any of it for the ruse.

Though Silke wasn’t quite sure what the Queen’s contribution to the ruse would be.

Then the Queen turned towards her, and smiled.

Silke felt her breath taken away.

The Queen was dressed less modestly now in a gown with a low neckline, exposing much of those enviable breasts. For all the fuss over models and implants in her home country, their neighbours could easily dwarf ten of them in just one woman.

The enormous Amazon strode towards her. Silke supposed that all the Queen needed to do was be herself, big and feminine and powerful.

“You’ve waited very patiently Princess. Everybody is very proud.”

Silke nodded with her eyes down, knowing that if she looked up those breasts would still be visible from below with the way that the Queen has strapped them to the sides.

“Of course, highness. Shall we sign the documents now?”

“My,” the Queen chuckled in her deep tones, “But you are enthusiastic. Did you enjoy your milk?”

“The hot cocoa?”

“Oh, yes, that was the flavour I had added.”

“Yes, it was very nice, thank you.”

Silke glanced up to see the Queen smiling, then immediately glanced down before she stared at those curves.

“I thought you might. I got a sense about you.”

Silke was trying not to think about it. She’d meant not to drain the whole cup, but then, well, the drive had seemed to take forever...

The Queen turned to face the limited crowd.

Silke nodded. Finally.

“Welcome,” the Queen said, “To a small but important day for our kingdom. This will expand our country west to the coastline. However, the most important event is our joining with those like Princess Silke, who has seen that it is right to cede power to me, and join our kingdom as my legal daughter. A fitting metaphor, I think.”

There were a few claps around the room. Silke gave a small nod.

She had to wonder though whether the Queen knew anybody who wasn’t eight foot tall. Well, she just wanted to hurry it all up.

“-be a mother, with this historic signing.”

Silke blinked, and realized that the Queen was turning to sign the document beside her.

The enormous Amazon giantess leaned almost atop of her. From Silke’s point of view, she saw the most shocking visage of those enormous breasts straining against the straps of the dress holding them in place. To the seamstress’s credit, the dress held remarkably well.

Silke reminded herself to glance away, and instead licked her lips, having found that the drink left a slick residue.

“Princess Silke, would you like me to show you where to sign?”

Silke blinked, and glanced up to find the Queen staring at her. Her eyes were deep pools of power and cunning.

“Oh,” Silke replied, now noticing how high her voice was, “I’ve signed countless documents before.”

She strode forward, having to stretch to see the top of the table despite her big heels, only to find that the form was rather unexpected.

“You’ve never signed your own adoption, of course,” Queen Gloranna chuckled. “Here.”

Silke stared at the Queen’s enormous finger pointing at the page, which was connected to an impossibly large arm over her shoulder.

Those giant breasts were right behind her.

Silke frowned, and focused on the document.

She found the line, and began signing her name.

The Queen’s signature was a beautiful cursive. Of course it was.

Somebody snapped a photo.

“Next page.”

She practically felt the Queen’s warmth as they turned the page. Oh goodness, she just wanted this done. It was too much to think about.

“Good. That is the page that deals with maritime law. I will deal with it now. Next page.”

Silke felt a bump from behind. Had that been the Queen’s enormous breasts? Perhaps it had just been the woman reaching over her to turn the page. It had felt firm, yet there was a hint of softness, more than a hand.

Another photo to document the moment was snapped, and they moved onto the next page.

Silke glanced down.

“Was my request included?”

“Of course,” the Queen said, pointing to a paragraph.

Silke read over it. The Princess shall be allowed to explore modelling work.

Good. She hadn’t wanted there to be any doubt there. She could use it to secure her own money on the side, though at her own carefree pace of course. Jermaine would hopefully partner with her once she arrived, though Silke couldn’t imagine being able to be around that haughty, spoiled socialite for long stretches. Maybe she could mention something misleading about Jermaine and get her assigned a nanny or something, and take her down a peg. Goodness, what a dark idea.

Silke supposed that, to some people, she herself might seem spoiled.

She glanced up to the Queen, and saw that the woman was only smiling at her, and returned to signing the pages.

“Good. That’s the whole adoption form Princess. Now we just let the lawyers sign.”

There were more camera flashes.

Silke felt an enormous burden being lifted. She’d evaded marriage. Thank goodness. Now she was just exhausted.

“Are you tired, honey?”

“Oh, it was just a big day.”

“Of course.”

“And I drank a bit too much milk.”

There were a few chuckles, and Silke frowned. She hadn’t realized how close the audience had gotten.

“Well, you can rest before the ball tonight.”

Silke paused.

“Ball?”

“Of course. It will be quite large to celebrate. As I said, you will have some responsibilities as a princess, and will be attending with proper presentation.”

Silke nodded slowly. She’d not expected such things to come with so little warning. She at least had the ball dress for their ruse, though it was starting to get sweaty and crumpled after the long day, not to mention how she’d even napped in the limo after the cocoa.

Well, she had expected that it would be most intense at the start, then the merger would be quickly accepted.

“A bit of rest would be good.”

“Of course. Minerva, come here please. Princess Silke here needs to sleep before the ball, and then should see the seamstress. Her things are all caught up at the border, so please see that she gets her room furnished. Silke, this is Miss Minerva, and she will assist you.”

Silke glanced around, hoping that ‘Miss Minerva’ was another Littl-

“Of course, Highness,” a deep booming woman’s voice said.

Silke blinked as another giantess guided her away with a light touch on her shoulder. She supposed it was nice to have her own personal staff. She’d deserved it, but couldn’t afford it in the past.

It was surprising that the Queen knew about the difficulties with her things at the border. It seemed once again that the Queen was paying much more attention to her than she was to them. Well, there was one part which Silke couldn’t help paying attention to. As they walked away, she stole one last glance back to confirm that the Queen’s giant bosom was indeed as ridiculous as she’d thought between furtive glances. She immediately glanced away with a blush. It was bigger.

“Did you have a good adoption day, highness?”

Silke blinked, and glanced up.

“Yes. The arrangement went quite smoothly. And the Queen has been very thoughtful.”

“Of course,” Minerva said. “And I heard how she made sure that you have the right milk.”

Silke rubbed her sleepy eyes, then paused. No, surely not. Her imagination was ridiculous.

“So I don’t have rooms yet?”

“Well, in a sense. We never used the family quarters behind the Queen’s chamber, since the Queen never had any relatives until today. But it’s perfect for you, since it’s fit for a princess.”

Silke nodded. That sounded suitable. She suppressed an urge to imagine sneaking out of her room at night, and catching sight of the Queen in a lacy bra. She just wanted to understand how large they really were, was all.

They entered a stone hall, which seemed to be a remnant of some previous era. The palace was very impressive. Silke definitely belonged here. Though it would be a little awkward being the tiniest person around, especially since she couldn’t keep walking around in these heels all day.

“Are you alright Princess?”

“Oh it’s just my high heels.”

She hoisted the side of her skirt up an inch, showing off the ridiculous things. Hopefully the woman would understand, and not spread rumours of how the new princess couldn’t even walk properly.

“Oh you poor thing.”

Silke nodded graciously.

“You shouldn’t be wearing those.”

“Yes, well, I see that now.”

“Goodness. And from the way the Queen described things, you would be dressed a bit more sweetly.”

Silke blushed. It was true that the laced-up heel monstrosities didn’t at all fit the illusion they wished to convey, though nobody would see them, and it was her own little rebellion. Though she supposed she had shown this woman. The woman did know the truth right? Oh goodness, what if she didn’t? Surely she could see anyway. Though with their relative size differences, Silke was beginning to realize with an unsettled stomach that it might not be so clear at all.

“Well we have several dozen stairs to climb.”

“Yes I imagine it’d be on the top floor.”

“And you’re wearing those heels.”

“Oh,” Silke blushed, seeing the woman’s point.

They approached the winding staircase, and Silke realized that the steps were particularly large too.

“I suppose I’ll need to sit somewhere to get out of these.”

“On the stairs. It’s fine Princess, I won’t tell anybody if you don’t.”

Silke flushed, but set herself down on the stairs. The woman was right, of course, though also an amazon and maybe had more commanding presence than she realized.

Working around her ball gown proved an effort.

“Here, what you need is another set of hands” Minerva said, and crouched down.

All of a sudden the laced heels were being worked on by the giant.

Silke blushed. Goodness, those fingers were huge, and moved with such elegance.

“Where’d you get these?” Minerva asked, making a face as she worked on the laces. Silke supposed that proprietary slipped while dealing with something so difficult.

“At a fashion store. Do they not have these here?”

Minerva frowned, and lifted Silke’s ankle to slide the second shoe off. So strong...

“I suppose there may be. I don’t think they’re very practical though.”

Silke flexed her sore feet.

“Yes I’ve noticed the same thing.”

Minerva did know about the ruse regarding Silke’s implied age right? There was no way she actually thought it was real. She could see Silke up close, along with her- Well, Silke supposed that her proud little round assets were really just flat nothings compared to these amazons.

She snuck a glance down Minerva’s top while the giantess was crouched before her, and felt dizzy.

Oh god. With those mountains, Silke would seem like a joke regardless of age.

“I’ll go put these away somewhere safe. Can you get to the royal baths - top floor, and go left?”

Silke nodded, of course she could follow such simple directions.

Minerva departed in a giant swirl of muscle. Silke realized that she’d been partially holding her breath. It was going to take some time to get used to being around them.

It proved best to be alone as Silke ascended the stairs. She had to lift her knees quite high, and ended up balancing herself against the wall.

It took forever.

The top floors were empty. Silke had expected to bump into somebody. It was like the palace was holding its breath waiting for the ball.

She plodded along marble halls, and found the royal baths.

It was a communal room, with four large round bathtubs built into the floor. Silke blushed. Her own ensuite hopefully had a shower, and would at least be private.

She found the the restroom door, only then couldn’t reach the handle. Oh, goodness, how embarrassing. Well, she didn’t need to go just now, and could hold it. Besides, it seemed better to get the bathing done as fast as possible before somebody arrived.

One of the tubs was full and waiting, thankfully at the back corner, and she stripped down and rushed in. She arranged a mound of towels between her and the doorway, but it was far from enough for her to feel comfortable. She kept only her tiara on her head.

She needed to hurry.

Silke explored an alcove and found a body wash. It instructed not to get it on her face or eyes, and she shrugged, not intending to get her hair wet anyway. She went to work, beginning to almost relax, when she felt the stinging between her legs.

She frowned.

And checked the bottle again.

Wax-No-More-Cream it said. She could have sworn it said bodywash...

She flipped it over and squinted at the details.

‘Tired of waxing? Dissolve unwanted hairs at the follicle.’

Silke’s eyes widened, and she glanced down into the water, between her legs.

Her neat little collection of hair down there… It was… Gone! She’d just… Oh no!

In fact, all of her felt rather smooth right now...

She glanced back to the bottle.

‘Long-term effectiveness may be hindered by puberty.’

What did that mean? She herself wasn’t going through puberty, did that mean the hair would never return?

“Princess,” Minerva’s voice called from just beyond the open doorway.

Silke’s eyes widened, and she splashed towards the edge of the bath, hiding behind her pile of towels.

“Y-Yes!” Silke insisted, “I found the bathroom.”

The giantess appeared.

“Oh good. Oh you’re already in. Do you need any help?”

“N-No, I’m fine,” Silke lied.

She glanced to the bottle of hair removal in her hand, then submerged it. She turned towards the restroom door, but it was too embarrassing to ask. If only she was in a shower. Could she pee in the bath? No, that would be gross.

“Could you check the hall for me?”

Minerva raised an eyebrow, and turned to inspect the hall.

Silke splashed out of the bath, and got herself wrapped in a towel just in time. The noise drew Minerva’s gaze back into the bathroom.

“It’s just us, Princess, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Silke forced a smile.

She glanced down at her ballgown. Covered in water now.

Well it wasn’t going to be of much use today anyway.

“Let’s get that in the laundry chute.”

Minerva was impossibly enormous as she approached, and Silke realized that she was missing her heels. The giantess bundled up the clothes, and Silke could have sworn she saw the giantess pause to inspect them, where she’d bunched up her underthings…

“Is this all you had?”

Silke nodded. Goodness, it looked so small in the giant’s hands. Like something for a doll.

“Hrm. Okay.”

And just like that, Silke’s only clothing disappeared into a chute.

“With my things at the border…”

“Of course, Princess. We’ll get you something. Come on, if I get some measurements now then I can have the tailor fit you something before the party.”

Silke glanced down at her undressed state. The towel was basically like a very thick dress, she supposed, but it certainly felt more flimsy.

She plodded after the giantess to a white station at the wall, doing her best to hold her chin high and hide the blush on her cheeks.

Minerva unrolled a measuring tape from the strange container, and then descended on Silke.

She somehow managed to thread it beneath the towel without needing to peek within, not that there was a whole lot to see, Silke supposed. Not compared to that giant rack which was almost in her face several times as Minerva moved about.

“Well, all your measurements match the Queen’s eyeballed estimates. She has a talent, and even understood what I do and hired me on the spot.”

“What is it that you do?”

“Oh, this of course.”

“Measuring people in towels?”

Minerva smiled.

“Helping with adoptions.”

Silke frowned. It wasn’t like she needed anything more than a palace steward. Had Minerva misread the Queen’s instructions? Without her heels, was Silke’s weak attempt at deception working better than she could have ever hoped? No, of course not. Silke was being paranoid.

“Let’s see,” Minerva said, rummaging around in a white box on the wall.

She turned around holding something which for a moment was difficult to identify.

And Silke’s world spun.

“I don’t need diapers.”

“Are you sure?”

Oh god. The woman thought… She had thought all this time… Now that Silke was without her high heels, her clothes, or even her pubic hair…

“No. I’m not going to wear a diaper. I am a Princess, and order it.”

“Goodness, calm down honey. I am your friend. We’ll speak to your mother about setting limits with you ordering people.”

Silke opened her mouth, intending to give the woman a cross lecture, then paused as the woman turned away for a moment, and came back holding something else.

“Well, I, er…” Silke said, staring at the big white bloomers.

Goodness, at least it was underwear, and a step up from diapers.

Was she really about to settle for bloomers? Well, the Queen had wanted her to act her age down a bit, she reminded herself, and, well, this woman was quite big, and her expression didn’t look like it had infinite patience behind it.

“Fine.”

Minerva smiled. “You see? We can be the best of friends.”

The woman turned away for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

“Just getting these bloomers ready. Okay, now, leg up.”

Silke frowned, but did as instructed.

The giant moved the bloomers beneath her in a flash, and in a moment had hooked Silke’s other foot. She yanked them up, and Silke lost her towel as she traveled up an inch.

Silke frowned as she returned to her feet with folded arms. It felt a bit…

There was a crinkle.

Her eyes widened.

Wait… Had the woman just...

She gave a test wriggle, and almost gasped if not for being so stunned. Her bottom felt bulky, and her thighs had no chance of closing over that mysterious-

“Okay Princess. You need that sleep, and you don’t want to be fussy at your own party tonight.”

All at once, Silke was being marched by a strong hand hold.

She wasn’t sure if she could have stayed up if not for the grip.

Her legs were forced into a strange gait, and her bottom swung.

She was waddling, she was sure of it!

Was she wearing… No, she couldn’t be!

They entered an enormous well-decorated room, with a massive four-post bed covered in deep purples.

For a moment Silke thought it was hers..

Then realized that it was the Queen’s, and she was being helped into the woman’s giant bed.

“Okay now you stay here,” Minerva was murmuring, pulling the heavy blanket up.

Had Silke just been cupped under her bottom when helped into this bed? She was so out of it that she couldn’t quite tell.

The heavy blanket came down, and returned some sense of normality.

“There,” Mivera said, beaming and threading out the towel. “Two hours, okay?”

And with that she left.

Silke lay motionless, staring upwards.

She couldn’t be wearing what she thought. She’d imagined it.

It was her own twisted thoughts lately.

She tried to close her legs. And couldn’t.

She thought she heard a crinkle, but couldn’t quite be sure under the heavy covers. Perhaps it was her own imagination.

Perhaps her legs were just struggling to move properly on the plush sheets and beneath the heavy blankets.

Perhaps…

Silke realized that her hips must have been raised a good few inches into the air.

She squirmed again. Something pressed at her now-bare sex and butt. Something more than the bloomers, which teased at her belly button with light ruffles. It was nothing like the bulk below, which was already getting hot.

Silke was sure of it, it was a-

Music started playing, and to Silke’s surprise, she found herself falling asleep.