Vajramon lived in a forest alongside Pajiramon. A long time ago, he used to serve an army of Digimon, and had a hard battle with the enemy Digimon, and an accident from a forest fire led to his incontinence, leaving him in diapers full time. He was not very happy that he was forced to retire because of it, also not happy that he's stuck in diapers, but at least he was fine with having Pajiramon as his nursing caregiver.

One fine day in the forest, Vajramon was taking a stroll across the forest. He was having a good day so far, but that was about to cut short, when he felt a hard rumble in his bowels, as he grunted. He then groaned as he heavily messed his diaper a lot, while wetting it a lot. His bowels rumbled more as he messed his diaper more, before his diaper touched the ground from getting bigger, and heavier.

Vajramon groaned when the messing stopped, shuddering as he wet more. "Stupid injury," he grumbled. He could still remember how the burning tree had fallen on him pretty hard, with a sharp pierce from a broken branch impaling his bottom. He was lucky to survive, but at the cost of his continence. His world had turned upside down because of this, as it made him angry that his pride had been ruined... but it also made him sad deep down.

Vajramon sighed as he went to Pajiramon, his diaper squelching and sloshing from every step.

"How was your walk, dear?" Pajiramon asked kindly. She noticed Vajramon's dirty diaper. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. Picked a fine time to soil yourself there. Well, we can get that done."

"Yeah, at once," Vajramon said. He laid down as his diaper squished, raising his diapered rear in position. "Hurry up and get it over with."

Pajiramon frowned as she put her gloves on. "I don't like your attitude, Vajramon. I get that you're grumpy because of your injury and retirement, but it's for the best, and you know it."

Vajramon's grumpy expression changed to a sad one. "I'm sorry. It's just so hard for me to accept this change of pace, or whatever they call it," he said as Pajiramon started working on taking his diaper off. "I wish I can fight again, diapers or not. I wouldn't care if they laugh at me for my diapers."

 Pajiramon dropped the dirty diaper aside. She grabbed a large towel dosed with soap from a bucket, and scrubbed Vajramon's rear and groin, which made him shudder. "Maybe if you had shown your true strength, you wouldn't be somewhere you are now," she said. "But times have changed, Vajramon. You can't live in the past."

"I know that!" Vajramon roared, slamming his fist. He then fell sad again. "What's the point?" He covered his face with his hands. "I feel weak and useless... it's not fair."

Pajiramon taped a new diaper on Vajramon's rear, and she tossed her gloves away as he lowered his rear to the ground. She can see how sad he had grown, as he was angry at times. She felt sorry for him, knowing his days of fighting are over. She looked at his freshly clean diaper rear... then an idea hit her, on how she can cheer him up. With a sly grin, she wiggled her fingers and started rubbing Vajramon's padded rear.

"Ack!" Vajramon yelled, and he turned his head. "Pa-Pajiramon! W-What are you doing?!"

"Relax, this will make you better. It'll cheer you up," Pajiramon smiled.

Vajramon panicked from the rubbing. "Pajiramon, this is stupid! You can't...! I can't...! This is...! I...!" But he couldn't say anything back. His eyes blinked as the rubbing went on... and then a warm smile grew on his face as he relaxed. "Ohh... oooh... Oh, that... that feels... good," he said.

"Good boy," Pajiramon said as she rubbed Vajramon's padded rear more. "That'll make you feel better."

Vajramon moaned as Pajiramon kept rubbing his padded rear, feeling a nice massage. He lifted his rear and giggled from her rubbing his padded groin.

"That's it, enjoy the rubbing," said Pajiramon.

"Sweet ancestors, this feels good!" Vajramon cried, huffing from his mouth and nostrils.

Paniramon kept rubbing Vajramon's padded butt and groin, seeing that her idea has worked. "Aw, look at you enjoying yourself," she cooed. "What a good boy."

Vajramon breathed as he enjoyed his diaper being rubbed by Pajiramon's hands. He wiggled his diaper butt from the rubbing as she rubbed it, and he sighed as she rubbed his padded groin. He gently lowered his diaper bottom to the ground, before Pajiramon finally stopped rubbing.

"My arms were getting tired from the rubbing," Pajiramon said as she rubbed her arm. "But I'm glad you're feeling all better. Was that so hard to accept your diapers?"

"It was," Vajramon said, "but thanks to you, I think I can accept my diapers full time."

"That's the spirit," Pajiramon said, patting Vajramon's diaper rear. "I knew you'd accept your change someday."

"Yes. Thank you, Pajiramon. Thank you so much."

The two hugged as Vajramon's diaper crinkled from wagging his tail, as Pajiramon said warmly, "You're welcome, Vajramon. Happy retirement."

From then on, Vajramon has accepted his diapers and retirement. He was very proud to have Pajiramon as his caregiver. All he needed was loving care and support from her. He can now enjoy his new life as a diapered Vajramon, one day at a time.