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Of course she has a messy accident.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Octavia from helluva boss has to wear diapers due to bed wetting and her father changes her. Of course she has a messy accident.", "writing": "Octavia's Diapering\n\nBased on Helluva Boss\n\n\t``Hrm...again?'' Stolas clicked his beak in mild frustration as he lightly caressed the silk sheets that flapped in the warm breeze of the Pride Ring. The owl demon sighed and snapped his fingers at a nearby imp dressed in a simple black vest and crisp linen shirt. ``Did this happen...recently?''\n\n\t``Just this morning, my Prince,'' the imp replied, nervously glancing past Stolas at the chaos unfolding as two Overlords battled for control of a quintant of Pentagram City. ``I've already tidied up her bed and replaced the mattress.''\n\n\tStolas' ruby eyes remained focused on the sheets, his creased brow betraying his concern. ``It's only getting worse,'' he muttered. ``Octavia's past an age where these...`incidents' should be regular occurrences.''\n\n\t``Might I perhaps suggest protective undergarments, my Prince?'' the imp murmured.\n\n\t``Yes....perhaps that would be for the best,'' Stolas admitted reluctantly, interlacing his dark fingers beneath his beak. ``Even if it's temporary, we need to contain any `incidents' to avoid further damage to the furniture. One can only replace so many mattresses before other Ars Goetia begin gossiping amongst themselves.''\n\n\t``Of course. I'll have them ordered straight away, my Prince.''\n\n#\n\n\t``What the fuck, Dad?'' Octavia looked on the verge of grabbing the nearest heavy object and hurling it straight at Stolas' face. The elder owl demon stood awkwardly next to her mahogany dresser with a pack of disposable diapers clutched in his arms. ``I'm not a toddler!''\n\n\t``I know you're not, my Owlette,'' Stolas replied, his tone soothing yet firm. ``This is just to tide us over until we get to the root of the problem.''\n\n\tOctavia pursed her beak in sheer indignation as she eyed the puffy plastic. One of the minor Overlords - a dinosaur with neon green hair and a crop top emblazoned with a jagged smile - adorned the packaging. ``Zeezi's Peezis, really?''\n\n\t``I've been told they're based on the latest technology from Earth. Nothing like the nasty things you wore when you were but a fledgling,'' Stolas replied. Slitting open the packaging, an intoxicating scent of oudh and clean cotton filled the air. ``Also, they were the only brand available on short notice in your size.''\n\n\tOctavia ruffled her feathers, turning away and crossing her arms over her chest. ``Don't you dare,'' she growled.\n\n\tStolas placed the package on the bed with a resigned sigh. ``Octavia, you must understand, this is not a punishment but a precaution.'' Tugging a diaper out of the package, he stretched it out to display the cutesy design of the pentagram moon surrounded by gleaming stars. ``It's surprisingly comfortable, and I believe it's designed to feel dry even when it's not.''\n\n\t``Whoop-de-doo,'' Octavia spat sarcastically, refusing to meet her father's gaze. ``So, I get to piss my pants in comfort. How lucky am I?''\n\n\t``I understand your reticence, my Owlette,'' Stolas replied, unfolding the diaper and neatly creasing the thick padding down the center. ``But these are the most practical solution for the time being. I know the divorce has been rather hard on you...''\n\n\tOctavia's icy gaze finally flicked towards Stolas, her scowl still firmly in place. ``I'm not wearing a diaper, Dad.''\n\n\tStolas exhaled slowly, his feathers puffing out as he struggled to maintain his composure. ``Octavia, this isn't a debate. Either you put one of these on voluntarily, or I'll have to help you.''\n\n\tOctavia's scowl deepened, her eyes narrowing to slit-thin lines at the implied threat. ``I'm not a fledgling anymore. You have no right.''\n\n\t``I know, my Owlette.'' Stolas kept his voice steady despite the tension crackling between them. He spread the diaper out on the plush mattress and began applying a layer of lavender-scented powder to the puffy padding. The crinkly plastic backsheet glinted under the diffused light thrown from Octavia's rocket-ship lamp. ``But as your father, it's my responsibility to ensure your well-being.''\n\n\t``Then prove it,'' Octavia snapped, her talons digging into the plush fabric of her headboard. ``Find a solution that doesn't involve...this!''\n\n\t``I'll summon Hell's finest doctors to attend to you,'' he said softly. The thick diaper rustled softly as Stolas adjusted it, making sure to fan out the leak guards running down the center of the bulky core. Almost inviting, the fluffy padding was adorned with a yellow strip that would change color upon wetting. ``But until then...''\n\n\tOctavia's gaze shifted from her father to the diaper on the bed and back again, her scowl relenting slightly but still resolute. ``I can't believe you're making me do this,'' she muttered, stripping her leggings off and lowering herself down onto the bed.\n\n\t``It's only temporary, my Owlette.'' The quilted inner padding felt strange against her downy feathers, the inner lining soft yet foreign. Octavia couldn't help but wriggle slightly as Stolas pulled the front panel up between her legs. The landing strip was adorned with playful neon dinosaurs, bright colors clashing with Octavia's somber demeanor. The elastic waistband nestled comfortably against her hips as Stolas began fastening the hook-and-loop tapes. ``It's just for tonight... and maybe a few more until we can figure out what's going on.''\n\n\tOctavia let out a resigned sigh as her father adjusted the leg cuffs by running his fingers around her inner thighs. The bulky padding was undoubtedly noticeable but was also, as her father promised, oddly comfortable. Rolling her onto her side, Stolas tugged her tail through the gusset in the seat and then fastened the tail tape. ``Are you finished?''\n\n\t``Yes,'' he said softly, adjusting the waistband one final time for good measure before stepping back. ``It's all done now,'' Stolas assured her, his gaze softening as he looked at his daughter. She appeared so small and vulnerable - an echo of the past when she was a fledgling in need of his constant care. ``Don't forget to brush your teeth.''\n\n\t``Ugh...goodnight, Dad,'' Octavia huffed, pulling herself up from the bed with a sharp crinkle-crinkle that made her wince. With a huff, she waddled over to the nearby bathroom, the sheer bulk of the padding forcing her thighs several inches apart. Octavia picked up her toothbrush and began her nightly routine, acutely aware of the rustling of the outer plastic with every movement. This was going to be a long night...\n\n#\n\n\tOctavia woke with a start in the middle of the night. The moonlight trickling in through the cracks of her shuttered window washed over her, giving the neon dinosaurs on the landing strip an ethereal glow. After a few bleary blinks, she noted a strange warmth radiating from between her legs. Stripping off her comforter, Octavia groaned as she caught a glimpse of the emerald green wetness indicator.\n\n\t``Great,'' she grumbled under her breath. Her feathers bristled as she shifted slightly, the swollen diaper visibly sagging between her thighs. The cushy inner padding had swollen with a jelly-like substance that hugged the curves of her lower body, a constant reminder that it had been used.\n\n\tHowever, despite the initial discomfort, Octavia did feel an odd sense of relief. The diaper had held up remarkably well, absorbing the urine and locking it away from her sensitive skin. There wasn't a hint of leak, and the odor neutralizer woven into the padding worked perfectly to minimize any unpleasant smells.\n\n\tSuddenly, a soft knock echoed from the other side of her chamber door. Octavia froze, pulling the comforter up to her chin to hide the bulky padding from sight as best as she could.\n\n\t``Octavia?'' Stolas' voice sounded from beyond the door. \"Are you awake, my Owlette?''\n\n\t``Yes, Dad.'' Octavia's voice was notably subdued, the teenager pulling the comforter tighter as the door creaked open. ``I'm fine,'' she added quickly, ``just...going back to sleep.''\n\n\tStolas stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. ``Did you...did it work?'' he asked, gesturing vaguely towards her lower half.\n\n\tOctavia shifted uncomfortably, her feathers ruffling in embarrassment. ``Y-yeah. It did.''\n\n\tRelieved, Stolas took a deep breath. ``Good, that's...good,'' he murmured, gaze darting towards the floor. ``I?ll leave you to rest then. Sweet dreams.''\n\n\tAs he turned to leave, Octavia found her voice again. ``Dad?'' Stolas paused at the threshold to her bedchamber, turning just his head back to meet her eyes. ``Thanks.''\n\n\tStolas' posture momentarily softened, his shoulders slumping. ``Of course. Goodnight, my Owlette.'' With that, he quietly closed the door behind him, leaving Octavia alone with her thoughts...and her soaked diaper.\n\n#\n\n\t``Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Faust,'' the satyr murmured, extending Octavia a white-gloved hand. He was a handsome hellborn, with clear green eyes and high cheekbones which emphasized his angular jawline. ``I've already gotten your measurements and the results of your tests from Nurse Gretchen.''\n\n\t``Thank you, Doctor,'' Octavia replied, accepting the satyr's hand with a demure smile. She shifted uncomfortably on the examination table, the crinkling of her diaper unnaturally loud in the quiet room. ``I appreciate you expediting this appointment. The evening visit is an appreciated accommodation.''\n\n\t``Of course; your father explained everything,'' he continued, stepping back to peruse the charts on the clipboard tucked into a plastic binnacle by the entryway. ``It seems you've been having some trouble at night, hrm?''\n\n\t``Y-yes,'' Octavia stammered, interlaced fingers twitching anxiously under the doctor's steady gaze. ``It's been...difficult.''\n\n\tDr. Faust merely nodded, setting the clipboard aside without any trace of judgment. ``Well, don't fret too much about it,'' he said reassuringly while directing her to lie back on the table. ``It's a common issue amongst hellborn adolescents who've undergone trauma.''\n\n\t``Can... can it be fixed? The bedwetting?'' Octavia asked tentatively, her voice barely rising above a whisper. A soft rustling filled the room as she complied, the thick padding of her diaper forcing her thighs apart as she rested her head on a soft pillow. Her eyes flicked to the doctor's face, searching for any hint of mockery or disgust. When she found none, she felt a knot in her chest loosen slightly.\n\n\tDr. Faust glanced at her, a practiced smile softening the clinical lines of his handsome face. ``We'll explore various treatments until we find something that works for you. Meanwhile, I recommend that you continue wearing protection at night.'' He gestured towards Octavia's lower body with a professional nonchalance. ``Diapers are highly effective at managing the symptoms and ensuring a good night's sleep.''\n\n\t``Well...what's causing it?'' Octavia asked, blushing as Dr. Faust listened to her pounding heart with an old-fashioned stethoscope.\n\n\tDr. Faust gently surveyed Octavia, his smile still steady in the face of her clear anxiety. ``I would imagine your parents' divorce is weighing heavily on you, hrm?''\n\n\t``Yes,'' Octavia whispered, a soft sigh escaping her beak. ``But it's...complicated.''\n\n\t``It often is.'' Dr. Faust murmured with an understanding nod. He pulled the stethoscope away, neatly folding it before tucking it away inside his white coat pocket. ``Traumatic events can trigger the body's fight-or-flight responses in different ways. In your case, it seems like your subconscious mind is processing these changes while you sleep.''\n\n\t``Does...does that mean I could stop wetting the bed if I make sense of what's happening with my parents?'' Octavia asked, her voice tremulous.\n\n\tDr. Faust blinked slowly, choosing his words carefully. ``Understanding and acceptance are two separate things, my dear,'' he replied, folding his arms over his chest. ``Let me take a closer look at your laboratory results. Perhaps there is a prescription which might ease your enuresis.''\n\n\t``Thank you, Doctor,'' Octavia murmured, a flicker of relief washing over her as she clenched her hands together to quell the incessant trembling. Dr. Faust gave her knee a reassuring pat.\n\n\t``I'll reach out to your father in a few weeks. It will take time. Until then, please continue to wear appropriate protection at night. Remember, they're just a tool to manage your symptoms.'' He handed her a small bag of fresh, sealed diapers. ``These are designed specifically for nighttime use. They are thicker, more absorbent and should provide you with an additional sense of security.''\n\n\t``I'll keep these in mind, Doctor,'' she responded, her beak parting into a small grin of gratitude. ``I appreciate your kindness.''\n\n\tDr. Faust chuckled, a congenial smile blossoming beneath his crisply-waxed mustache. ``Well, that's why I?m here, my dear,'' he said with a casual shrug. ``Remember, you're not alone in this. There are many out there who are going through similar struggles.''\n\n\tSwallowing nervously, Octavia nodded in agreement, her slender fingers curling around the crinkly plastic bag containing her fresh diapers. As weird as it sounded, she was looking forward to wearing one the following night...\n\n#\n\n\tIt had been several weeks since she'd first started wearing diapers at night and, to her chagrin, Octavia had grown used to the routine. The distinct crinkle-crinkle as she waddled over to the bathroom to brush her teeth; the moist warmth that would envelop her lower half in the middle of the night; and the relief upon waking and realizing that she wasn't soaking in a puddle of urine.\n\n\tOne evening, a particularly chilly winter's night, she found herself sipping hot cocoa by the crackling hearth in her bedchamber. Her hand naturally drifted down to the cushiony padding of her night diaper, idly tracing the embossed dinosaurs with her manicured claws. Nestled comfortably in a leather armchair, the diaper added an extra layer of cottony insulation around her nether regions.\n\n\tShe was midway through her favorite book - a tale of magic and far-off adventures - when she felt the familiar pressure in her lower abdomen. Octavia paused, her feathers ruffling slightly as she considered her options. She could either waddle to the bathroom, tugging down the thick padding to use the toilet, or she could...she didn't even want to think about it, let alone do it.\n\n\tStill, the fire was warm, and outside of the hearth's comforting glow, the stone floor looked unbearably cold. After reading a particularly gripping paragraph about a wizard's duel, she made up her mind. With a sigh of acceptance, she relaxed and allowed nature to take its course. An intense stream began flowing into the crotch of her diaper, thirsty padding easily soaking up the `accident.'\n\n\tHer claws unconsciously dug into the armrests, her body tensing slightly at the sensation of her swelling diaper. Expanding against her skin, the padding held its form and left a gentle warmth wrapped around her middle. ``M-mrmph,'' she grunted as the stream trickled off.\n\n\tYawning, Octavia awkwardly climbed to her feet. The padding was warm and puffed out much further than usual, forcing her to take awkward, waddling steps toward her bed. She gave a sigh as she collapsed onto the large canopy bed, her diapered bottom crinkling and rustling loudly enough to make her blush.\n\n\tAfter a while, Octavia settled in, shifting about until she found a comfortable position. It felt strange lying down with an already soaked diaper but it wasn't as uncomfortable as she?d anticipated. Closing her eyes, she let out a contented sigh and drifted off into cotton-candy dreams...\n\n#\n\n\tBlinking a few times as she awoke, Octavia was confronted by a sudden and violent pressure in her tummy. Soft morning sunlight streamed through her window, while the spine-tingling song of the jahim sparrow carried through the air. A firm cramp shot through her core as a muffled fart escaped into her diaper. Prrrrbt.\n\n\t``Oh...oh no,'' Octavia murmured, her body holding out for only a few seconds before a wave of cramps forced her to have a genuine accident. With an intensity that forced her eyes wide, she filled the cushy seat of her diaper in a matter of seconds. Phbbbbrrrt! Crackle! Squelch! The padding expanded and noticeably drooped between her legs while a moist heat spread across her backside and down her thighs.\n\n\tCaught off guard, Octavia sat up quickly in her bed, her slender talons flying instinctively to her padded bottom. Her heart pounded in her throat as she felt the bulging seat of her diaper; the crinkly plastic shell stretched taut over the sludgy mess she'd just made.\n\n\t``Oh fuck...fuck...what do I do?'' Octavia cast a panicked glance around the room. The sickly-sweet odor of her messy diaper began to waft upwards, mixing with the scent of burned wood and old books. She whimpered slightly, clutching her tummy as another cramp made its way through her bowels. Pbbblrt!\n\n\tSwallowing her pride, Octavia tapped Stolas' contact and lifted the phone to her beak. ``D-dad,'' she stammered as soon as her father's aristocratic voice answered. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the color quickly spreading to the top of her feathered head. She continued in a rush before she lost the nerve. ``I-I had an accident...a really bad one.''\n\n\tStolas sighed heavily on the other end of the line, though there was no annoyance in his tone. ``I'll be right there, my Owlette,'' he replied calmly.\n\n\tWhile waiting, Octavia tried to distract herself by scrolling Voxtagram, but her thoughts kept wandering back to the bulging diaper between her legs and the nauseating scent that now permeated the room. She felt too uncomfortable sitting down, so she wobbled up onto her feet, only for the padding to shift in a way that pressed the mess firmly against her bottom. ``M-mrmph,'' she grunted in disgust.\n\n\tAll of a sudden, there was a soft knock on her door. ``Octavia?'' Her father's voice called out from the other side.\n\n\t``Come in, Dad,'' she replied, her voice quivering slightly. The door creaked open, revealing Stolas in his usual regal attire. His gaze fell upon her noticeably bulging diaper and he sighed again, this time sympathetically.\n\n \t``Oh, my dear Owlette,'' he said softly, crossing the room to her side. After retrieving a clean diaper from the dresser, he spread out a vinyl changing mat on her bed. ``Go ahead and lay down for me,'' Stolas directed with a patient and gentle tone.\n\n\tOctavia obeyed, waddling over to the bed and laying belly-up on the changing mat. The damp, sticky mess squelched beneath her as she reclined, a crimson blush creeping across her cheeks as she gazed up at Stolas. ``O-okay...I'm ready.''\n\n\tPulling out a tub of baby wipes from a nearby drawer, Stolas began the messy task. He was careful not to meet her gaze as he unfastened the adhesive strips on each side of her diaper. The front slumped forward to expose the white-hued mess within. Instinctively, Octavia began to tuck her well-plumed tail between her thighs.\n\n\t``Just relax, dear Owlette. We don't want to make a bigger mess, hrm?'' Stolas murmured, holding her tail still for a few moments before Octavia regained control of herself and brought it back down. Once she was settled, he hummed musically as he folded the front of her dirty diaper closed and rolled it into a neat ball. The new diaper he had fetched from her dresser sat accordion-folded next to him, waiting for its turn. ``Everything will be okay.''\n\n\t``Okay, my Owlette. Lift your hips for me,'' he instructed, sliding a hand under her lower back to help her lift up. He reached over and grabbed the soiled diaper, peeling it away from her and tossing it into the odor-resistant pail with a soft thud. ``This next part might get a bit cold.''\n\n\tWith that warning, Stolas began to gingerly wipe the sensitive area around Octavia's cloaca. The intense chill around her slit made her squirm, her feathers puffing up automatically in response. Stolas was agonizingly thorough, Octavia biting her lip to suppress slight whimpers whenever he passed over particularly sensitive spots.\n\n\t``There you go,'' Stolas murmured reassuringly as he wiped away the last remnants of her accident. Once he was sure she was thoroughly clean, he dropped the ball of soiled wipes into the diaper pail and slid the fresh diaper under her bottom. Stolas blew on his hands for a moment, warming them before he began fastening her into the clean diaper. His fingers moved with practiced ease over the adhesive strips on each side, making sure they were secure against her waist.\n\n\t``T-thank you,'' Octavia murmured, blushing as Stolas ran his fingers around her inner thighs to ensure that the leg cuffs were snugly-fitted.\n\n\t``No problem, my Owlette,'' Stolas replied, gently patting the front of her diaper with a finality that marked the end of the messy ordeal. He rose to his feet, towering over her in an exquisitely soft cashmere bathrobe. ``Do you need anything else?''\n\n\t``Um...I...I don't want this to happen again,'' Octavia mumbled, sitting upright on the bed and self-consciously tugging at the front of her diaper.\n\n\tStolas let out a soft sigh, his face softening as he sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. His eyes, red like Burmese rubies and full of concern, met Octavia's in the dim light that seeped through her bedroom curtains. He gently pulled her close, downy feathers brushing against the back of her head as he rested his chin atop it.\n\n\t``I understand, my Owlette,'' he said quietly, heartbeat steady and rhythmic against her back. ``I know that it's not something you can control. It's just a little issue we need to handle for now. His fingers soothingly traced patterns on her belly where the ruffles of the elastic waistband slightly bunched up. ``You're not alone in this, remember that.''\n\n\t``Is...is there any chance it will stop?'' Octavia asked after a long silence.\n\n\t``Dr. Faust will be reaching out soon. I'm hoping he'll have a more aggressive treatment plan,'' Stolas said, sounding a bit more hopeful. ``In the meantime, we'll just need to take things one night at a time.''\n\n\t``I...I guess so,'' Octavia muttered. She let out a sigh, tracing the edge of her diaper with her manicured talons.\n\n\t``How about some breakfast?'' Stolas offered, rising from the bed. His bathrobe swirled around him in a cloud of cashmere as he moved towards the door. ``Perhaps something sweet? Pancakes? Waffles?''\n\n\t``Pancakes,'' Octavia responded softly, a warm glow returning to her cheeks. Crinkling softly, the young Goetia rose and followed her father into the red-tinged sunlight of a new day in hell...\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Octavia's Diapering

Based on Helluva Boss

\t``Hrm...again?'' Stolas clicked his beak in mild frustration as he lightly caressed the silk sheets that flapped in the warm breeze of the Pride Ring. The owl demon sighed and snapped his fingers at a nearby imp dressed in a simple black vest and crisp linen shirt. ``Did this happen...recently?''

\t``Just this morning, my Prince,'' the imp replied, nervously glancing past Stolas at the chaos unfolding as two Overlords battled for control of a quintant of Pentagram City. ``I've already tidied up her bed and replaced the mattress.''

\tStolas' ruby eyes remained focused on the sheets, his creased brow betraying his concern. ``It's only getting worse,'' he muttered. ``Octavia's past an age where these...`incidents' should be regular occurrences.''

\t``Might I perhaps suggest protective undergarments, my Prince?'' the imp murmured.

\t``Yes....perhaps that would be for the best,'' Stolas admitted reluctantly, interlacing his dark fingers beneath his beak. ``Even if it's temporary, we need to contain any `incidents' to avoid further damage to the furniture. One can only replace so many mattresses before other Ars Goetia begin gossiping amongst themselves.''

\t``Of course. I'll have them ordered straight away, my Prince.''

#

\t``What the fuck, Dad?'' Octavia looked on the verge of grabbing the nearest heavy object and hurling it straight at Stolas' face. The elder owl demon stood awkwardly next to her mahogany dresser with a pack of disposable diapers clutched in his arms. ``I'm not a toddler!''

\t``I know you're not, my Owlette,'' Stolas replied, his tone soothing yet firm. ``This is just to tide us over until we get to the root of the problem.''

\tOctavia pursed her beak in sheer indignation as she eyed the puffy plastic. One of the minor Overlords - a dinosaur with neon green hair and a crop top emblazoned with a jagged smile - adorned the packaging. ``Zeezi's Peezis, really?''

\t``I've been told they're based on the latest technology from Earth. Nothing like the nasty things you wore when you were but a fledgling,'' Stolas replied. Slitting open the packaging, an intoxicating scent of oudh and clean cotton filled the air. ``Also, they were the only brand available on short notice in your size.''

\tOctavia ruffled her feathers, turning away and crossing her arms over her chest. ``Don't you dare,'' she growled.

\tStolas placed the package on the bed with a resigned sigh. ``Octavia, you must understand, this is not a punishment but a precaution.'' Tugging a diaper out of the package, he stretched it out to display the cutesy design of the pentagram moon surrounded by gleaming stars. ``It's surprisingly comfortable, and I believe it's designed to feel dry even when it's not.''

\t``Whoop-de-doo,'' Octavia spat sarcastically, refusing to meet her father's gaze. ``So, I get to piss my pants in comfort. How lucky am I?''

\t``I understand your reticence, my Owlette,'' Stolas replied, unfolding the diaper and neatly creasing the thick padding down the center. ``But these are the most practical solution for the time being. I know the divorce has been rather hard on you...''

\tOctavia's icy gaze finally flicked towards Stolas, her scowl still firmly in place. ``I'm not wearing a diaper, Dad.''

\tStolas exhaled slowly, his feathers puffing out as he struggled to maintain his composure. ``Octavia, this isn't a debate. Either you put one of these on voluntarily, or I'll have to help you.''

\tOctavia's scowl deepened, her eyes narrowing to slit-thin lines at the implied threat. ``I'm not a fledgling anymore. You have no right.''

\t``I know, my Owlette.'' Stolas kept his voice steady despite the tension crackling between them. He spread the diaper out on the plush mattress and began applying a layer of lavender-scented powder to the puffy padding. The crinkly plastic backsheet glinted under the diffused light thrown from Octavia's rocket-ship lamp. ``But as your father, it's my responsibility to ensure your well-being.''

\t``Then prove it,'' Octavia snapped, her talons digging into the plush fabric of her headboard. ``Find a solution that doesn't involve...this!''

\t``I'll summon Hell's finest doctors to attend to you,'' he said softly. The thick diaper rustled softly as Stolas adjusted it, making sure to fan out the leak guards running down the center of the bulky core. Almost inviting, the fluffy padding was adorned with a yellow strip that would change color upon wetting. ``But until then...''

\tOctavia's gaze shifted from her father to the diaper on the bed and back again, her scowl relenting slightly but still resolute. ``I can't believe you're making me do this,'' she muttered, stripping her leggings off and lowering herself down onto the bed.

\t``It's only temporary, my Owlette.'' The quilted inner padding felt strange against her downy feathers, the inner lining soft yet foreign. Octavia couldn't help but wriggle slightly as Stolas pulled the front panel up between her legs. The landing strip was adorned with playful neon dinosaurs, bright colors clashing with Octavia's somber demeanor. The elastic waistband nestled comfortably against her hips as Stolas began fastening the hook-and-loop tapes. ``It's just for tonight... and maybe a few more until we can figure out what's going on.''

\tOctavia let out a resigned sigh as her father adjusted the leg cuffs by running his fingers around her inner thighs. The bulky padding was undoubtedly noticeable but was also, as her father promised, oddly comfortable. Rolling her onto her side, Stolas tugged her tail through the gusset in the seat and then fastened the tail tape. ``Are you finished?''

\t``Yes,'' he said softly, adjusting the waistband one final time for good measure before stepping back. ``It's all done now,'' Stolas assured her, his gaze softening as he looked at his daughter. She appeared so small and vulnerable - an echo of the past when she was a fledgling in need of his constant care. ``Don't forget to brush your teeth.''

\t``Ugh...goodnight, Dad,'' Octavia huffed, pulling herself up from the bed with a sharp crinkle-crinkle that made her wince. With a huff, she waddled over to the nearby bathroom, the sheer bulk of the padding forcing her thighs several inches apart. Octavia picked up her toothbrush and began her nightly routine, acutely aware of the rustling of the outer plastic with every movement. This was going to be a long night...

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\tOctavia woke with a start in the middle of the night. The moonlight trickling in through the cracks of her shuttered window washed over her, giving the neon dinosaurs on the landing strip an ethereal glow. After a few bleary blinks, she noted a strange warmth radiating from between her legs. Stripping off her comforter, Octavia groaned as she caught a glimpse of the emerald green wetness indicator.

\t``Great,'' she grumbled under her breath. Her feathers bristled as she shifted slightly, the swollen diaper visibly sagging between her thighs. The cushy inner padding had swollen with a jelly-like substance that hugged the curves of her lower body, a constant reminder that it had been used.

\tHowever, despite the initial discomfort, Octavia did feel an odd sense of relief. The diaper had held up remarkably well, absorbing the urine and locking it away from her sensitive skin. There wasn't a hint of leak, and the odor neutralizer woven into the padding worked perfectly to minimize any unpleasant smells.

\tSuddenly, a soft knock echoed from the other side of her chamber door. Octavia froze, pulling the comforter up to her chin to hide the bulky padding from sight as best as she could.

\t``Octavia?'' Stolas' voice sounded from beyond the door. "Are you awake, my Owlette?''

\t``Yes, Dad.'' Octavia's voice was notably subdued, the teenager pulling the comforter tighter as the door creaked open. ``I'm fine,'' she added quickly, ``just...going back to sleep.''

\tStolas stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. ``Did you...did it work?'' he asked, gesturing vaguely towards her lower half.

\tOctavia shifted uncomfortably, her feathers ruffling in embarrassment. ``Y-yeah. It did.''

\tRelieved, Stolas took a deep breath. ``Good, that's...good,'' he murmured, gaze darting towards the floor. ``I?ll leave you to rest then. Sweet dreams.''

\tAs he turned to leave, Octavia found her voice again. ``Dad?'' Stolas paused at the threshold to her bedchamber, turning just his head back to meet her eyes. ``Thanks.''

\tStolas' posture momentarily softened, his shoulders slumping. ``Of course. Goodnight, my Owlette.'' With that, he quietly closed the door behind him, leaving Octavia alone with her thoughts...and her soaked diaper.

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\t``Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Faust,'' the satyr murmured, extending Octavia a white-gloved hand. He was a handsome hellborn, with clear green eyes and high cheekbones which emphasized his angular jawline. ``I've already gotten your measurements and the results of your tests from Nurse Gretchen.''

\t``Thank you, Doctor,'' Octavia replied, accepting the satyr's hand with a demure smile. She shifted uncomfortably on the examination table, the crinkling of her diaper unnaturally loud in the quiet room. ``I appreciate you expediting this appointment. The evening visit is an appreciated accommodation.''

\t``Of course; your father explained everything,'' he continued, stepping back to peruse the charts on the clipboard tucked into a plastic binnacle by the entryway. ``It seems you've been having some trouble at night, hrm?''

\t``Y-yes,'' Octavia stammered, interlaced fingers twitching anxiously under the doctor's steady gaze. ``It's been...difficult.''

\tDr. Faust merely nodded, setting the clipboard aside without any trace of judgment. ``Well, don't fret too much about it,'' he said reassuringly while directing her to lie back on the table. ``It's a common issue amongst hellborn adolescents who've undergone trauma.''

\t``Can... can it be fixed? The bedwetting?'' Octavia asked tentatively, her voice barely rising above a whisper. A soft rustling filled the room as she complied, the thick padding of her diaper forcing her thighs apart as she rested her head on a soft pillow. Her eyes flicked to the doctor's face, searching for any hint of mockery or disgust. When she found none, she felt a knot in her chest loosen slightly.

\tDr. Faust glanced at her, a practiced smile softening the clinical lines of his handsome face. ``We'll explore various treatments until we find something that works for you. Meanwhile, I recommend that you continue wearing protection at night.'' He gestured towards Octavia's lower body with a professional nonchalance. ``Diapers are highly effective at managing the symptoms and ensuring a good night's sleep.''

\t``Well...what's causing it?'' Octavia asked, blushing as Dr. Faust listened to her pounding heart with an old-fashioned stethoscope.

\tDr. Faust gently surveyed Octavia, his smile still steady in the face of her clear anxiety. ``I would imagine your parents' divorce is weighing heavily on you, hrm?''

\t``Yes,'' Octavia whispered, a soft sigh escaping her beak. ``But it's...complicated.''

\t``It often is.'' Dr. Faust murmured with an understanding nod. He pulled the stethoscope away, neatly folding it before tucking it away inside his white coat pocket. ``Traumatic events can trigger the body's fight-or-flight responses in different ways. In your case, it seems like your subconscious mind is processing these changes while you sleep.''

\t``Does...does that mean I could stop wetting the bed if I make sense of what's happening with my parents?'' Octavia asked, her voice tremulous.

\tDr. Faust blinked slowly, choosing his words carefully. ``Understanding and acceptance are two separate things, my dear,'' he replied, folding his arms over his chest. ``Let me take a closer look at your laboratory results. Perhaps there is a prescription which might ease your enuresis.''

\t``Thank you, Doctor,'' Octavia murmured, a flicker of relief washing over her as she clenched her hands together to quell the incessant trembling. Dr. Faust gave her knee a reassuring pat.

\t``I'll reach out to your father in a few weeks. It will take time. Until then, please continue to wear appropriate protection at night. Remember, they're just a tool to manage your symptoms.'' He handed her a small bag of fresh, sealed diapers. ``These are designed specifically for nighttime use. They are thicker, more absorbent and should provide you with an additional sense of security.''

\t``I'll keep these in mind, Doctor,'' she responded, her beak parting into a small grin of gratitude. ``I appreciate your kindness.''

\tDr. Faust chuckled, a congenial smile blossoming beneath his crisply-waxed mustache. ``Well, that's why I?m here, my dear,'' he said with a casual shrug. ``Remember, you're not alone in this. There are many out there who are going through similar struggles.''

\tSwallowing nervously, Octavia nodded in agreement, her slender fingers curling around the crinkly plastic bag containing her fresh diapers. As weird as it sounded, she was looking forward to wearing one the following night...

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\tIt had been several weeks since she'd first started wearing diapers at night and, to her chagrin, Octavia had grown used to the routine. The distinct crinkle-crinkle as she waddled over to the bathroom to brush her teeth; the moist warmth that would envelop her lower half in the middle of the night; and the relief upon waking and realizing that she wasn't soaking in a puddle of urine.

\tOne evening, a particularly chilly winter's night, she found herself sipping hot cocoa by the crackling hearth in her bedchamber. Her hand naturally drifted down to the cushiony padding of her night diaper, idly tracing the embossed dinosaurs with her manicured claws. Nestled comfortably in a leather armchair, the diaper added an extra layer of cottony insulation around her nether regions.

\tShe was midway through her favorite book - a tale of magic and far-off adventures - when she felt the familiar pressure in her lower abdomen. Octavia paused, her feathers ruffling slightly as she considered her options. She could either waddle to the bathroom, tugging down the thick padding to use the toilet, or she could...she didn't even want to think about it, let alone do it.

\tStill, the fire was warm, and outside of the hearth's comforting glow, the stone floor looked unbearably cold. After reading a particularly gripping paragraph about a wizard's duel, she made up her mind. With a sigh of acceptance, she relaxed and allowed nature to take its course. An intense stream began flowing into the crotch of her diaper, thirsty padding easily soaking up the `accident.'

\tHer claws unconsciously dug into the armrests, her body tensing slightly at the sensation of her swelling diaper. Expanding against her skin, the padding held its form and left a gentle warmth wrapped around her middle. ``M-mrmph,'' she grunted as the stream trickled off.

\tYawning, Octavia awkwardly climbed to her feet. The padding was warm and puffed out much further than usual, forcing her to take awkward, waddling steps toward her bed. She gave a sigh as she collapsed onto the large canopy bed, her diapered bottom crinkling and rustling loudly enough to make her blush.

\tAfter a while, Octavia settled in, shifting about until she found a comfortable position. It felt strange lying down with an already soaked diaper but it wasn't as uncomfortable as she?d anticipated. Closing her eyes, she let out a contented sigh and drifted off into cotton-candy dreams...

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\tBlinking a few times as she awoke, Octavia was confronted by a sudden and violent pressure in her tummy. Soft morning sunlight streamed through her window, while the spine-tingling song of the jahim sparrow carried through the air. A firm cramp shot through her core as a muffled fart escaped into her diaper. Prrrrbt.

\t``Oh...oh no,'' Octavia murmured, her body holding out for only a few seconds before a wave of cramps forced her to have a genuine accident. With an intensity that forced her eyes wide, she filled the cushy seat of her diaper in a matter of seconds. Phbbbbrrrt! Crackle! Squelch! The padding expanded and noticeably drooped between her legs while a moist heat spread across her backside and down her thighs.

\tCaught off guard, Octavia sat up quickly in her bed, her slender talons flying instinctively to her padded bottom. Her heart pounded in her throat as she felt the bulging seat of her diaper; the crinkly plastic shell stretched taut over the sludgy mess she'd just made.

\t``Oh fuck...fuck...what do I do?'' Octavia cast a panicked glance around the room. The sickly-sweet odor of her messy diaper began to waft upwards, mixing with the scent of burned wood and old books. She whimpered slightly, clutching her tummy as another cramp made its way through her bowels. Pbbblrt!

\tSwallowing her pride, Octavia tapped Stolas' contact and lifted the phone to her beak. ``D-dad,'' she stammered as soon as her father's aristocratic voice answered. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the color quickly spreading to the top of her feathered head. She continued in a rush before she lost the nerve. ``I-I had an accident...a really bad one.''

\tStolas sighed heavily on the other end of the line, though there was no annoyance in his tone. ``I'll be right there, my Owlette,'' he replied calmly.

\tWhile waiting, Octavia tried to distract herself by scrolling Voxtagram, but her thoughts kept wandering back to the bulging diaper between her legs and the nauseating scent that now permeated the room. She felt too uncomfortable sitting down, so she wobbled up onto her feet, only for the padding to shift in a way that pressed the mess firmly against her bottom. ``M-mrmph,'' she grunted in disgust.

\tAll of a sudden, there was a soft knock on her door. ``Octavia?'' Her father's voice called out from the other side.

\t``Come in, Dad,'' she replied, her voice quivering slightly. The door creaked open, revealing Stolas in his usual regal attire. His gaze fell upon her noticeably bulging diaper and he sighed again, this time sympathetically.

 \t``Oh, my dear Owlette,'' he said softly, crossing the room to her side. After retrieving a clean diaper from the dresser, he spread out a vinyl changing mat on her bed. ``Go ahead and lay down for me,'' Stolas directed with a patient and gentle tone.

\tOctavia obeyed, waddling over to the bed and laying belly-up on the changing mat. The damp, sticky mess squelched beneath her as she reclined, a crimson blush creeping across her cheeks as she gazed up at Stolas. ``O-okay...I'm ready.''

\tPulling out a tub of baby wipes from a nearby drawer, Stolas began the messy task. He was careful not to meet her gaze as he unfastened the adhesive strips on each side of her diaper. The front slumped forward to expose the white-hued mess within. Instinctively, Octavia began to tuck her well-plumed tail between her thighs.

\t``Just relax, dear Owlette. We don't want to make a bigger mess, hrm?'' Stolas murmured, holding her tail still for a few moments before Octavia regained control of herself and brought it back down. Once she was settled, he hummed musically as he folded the front of her dirty diaper closed and rolled it into a neat ball. The new diaper he had fetched from her dresser sat accordion-folded next to him, waiting for its turn. ``Everything will be okay.''

\t``Okay, my Owlette. Lift your hips for me,'' he instructed, sliding a hand under her lower back to help her lift up. He reached over and grabbed the soiled diaper, peeling it away from her and tossing it into the odor-resistant pail with a soft thud. ``This next part might get a bit cold.''

\tWith that warning, Stolas began to gingerly wipe the sensitive area around Octavia's cloaca. The intense chill around her slit made her squirm, her feathers puffing up automatically in response. Stolas was agonizingly thorough, Octavia biting her lip to suppress slight whimpers whenever he passed over particularly sensitive spots.

\t``There you go,'' Stolas murmured reassuringly as he wiped away the last remnants of her accident. Once he was sure she was thoroughly clean, he dropped the ball of soiled wipes into the diaper pail and slid the fresh diaper under her bottom. Stolas blew on his hands for a moment, warming them before he began fastening her into the clean diaper. His fingers moved with practiced ease over the adhesive strips on each side, making sure they were secure against her waist.

\t``T-thank you,'' Octavia murmured, blushing as Stolas ran his fingers around her inner thighs to ensure that the leg cuffs were snugly-fitted.

\t``No problem, my Owlette,'' Stolas replied, gently patting the front of her diaper with a finality that marked the end of the messy ordeal. He rose to his feet, towering over her in an exquisitely soft cashmere bathrobe. ``Do you need anything else?''

\t``Um...I...I don't want this to happen again,'' Octavia mumbled, sitting upright on the bed and self-consciously tugging at the front of her diaper.

\tStolas let out a soft sigh, his face softening as he sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. His eyes, red like Burmese rubies and full of concern, met Octavia's in the dim light that seeped through her bedroom curtains. He gently pulled her close, downy feathers brushing against the back of her head as he rested his chin atop it.

\t``I understand, my Owlette,'' he said quietly, heartbeat steady and rhythmic against her back. ``I know that it's not something you can control. It's just a little issue we need to handle for now. His fingers soothingly traced patterns on her belly where the ruffles of the elastic waistband slightly bunched up. ``You're not alone in this, remember that.''

\t``Is...is there any chance it will stop?'' Octavia asked after a long silence.

\t``Dr. Faust will be reaching out soon. I'm hoping he'll have a more aggressive treatment plan,'' Stolas said, sounding a bit more hopeful. ``In the meantime, we'll just need to take things one night at a time.''

\t``I...I guess so,'' Octavia muttered. She let out a sigh, tracing the edge of her diaper with her manicured talons.

\t``How about some breakfast?'' Stolas offered, rising from the bed. His bathrobe swirled around him in a cloud of cashmere as he moved towards the door. ``Perhaps something sweet? Pancakes? Waffles?''

\t``Pancakes,'' Octavia responded softly, a warm glow returning to her cheeks. Crinkling softly, the young Goetia rose and followed her father into the red-tinged sunlight of a new day in hell...

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