Imperious

	What is there to do in a world you saved, but enjoy your time to the fullest? Heroic spirits of the ages rallied under the cause of a single low-ranking magus, and their cause saved the world from not one, not two, but three destructive beasts. With four still unknown and no one else to save, these heroes, anti-heroes, and villains, from both real life and myth, settled into mostly mundane hobbies. Some dove into gaming, others continued to help the people around them, and just a few went on to be bigger than life.
	Three servants ended up making their fortune as idols: Tamamo-No-Mae, Elizabeth Bathory, and Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. The three were close friends, and rose to idoldom in their own unique ways. Yet, as every light has its darkness, so do these idols.
	Tamamo-No-Mae rose is popularity in the east, topping Asian pop charts with ease. Her fans adored her all around the world, yet the west was lacking in her products. Hearing about the struggle western fans had in obtaining her music, she started moving westward, starting with a duet with a good friend, Elizabeth Bathory. Liz's darker themes meshed well with Tamamo's more wholesome performances, doing extremely well in Europe. Despite all the popularity she had garnered, her downfall came just before departing to America. Small forums on the Internet started rumors about her dealing with furries due to her fox-like appearance and her fall was swift. Concerts tanked and little is known about Tamamo due to her retreating far out of the public eye.
	Elizabeth Bathory played the part of a Lolita vampire, combining edgy and cute, becoming an instant hit in Europe. Her shows were filled with dark themes prettied up by how cute she was. Every performance was meant to upstage the previous, resulting in grittier and grittier shows. Any attempts towards the United States were heavily protested by multiple religious groups, resulting in her music be taboo and a sign of rebellion. As time progressed, her performances required more and more effort, resulting in her final show being in Slovakia. In a town near the castle she was once sealed in, the large crowd was rippled with anticipation, when the curtain rose to reveal a dark red tank. An inhuman shame rose out of it, gruesome to behold, and the nearly black sludge flowed right off to reveal Elizabeth in her first idol outfoit, a black dress with white frill and red accent. It had been her most grotesque show, resulting in more protesting than she could'be ever imagined. Her career fell short after the at show, mentions of her no longer just taboo in the end United States, but all across the world. Like Tamamo, Liz fell off the grid, with only extremely close associates even having a hint to where she could be.
	And then there was Nero. She started in an elegant, bright-red dress with a butt window, fans falling in love with her behind more than her music. Her singing could never even be decreed as good, but, coupled with her looks, she went far on the idol scene. Famous all around the world, Nero seeming to call for hate, but no matter the scandal, she could just shake it off with the help of her manager, a lookalike to her, always in a black suit and a ponytail. Nero always seemed to put her hardest into her performances, her face constantly blushing, as if she were enjoying every single moment of the show.

	Today was just another show for Nero, and her nervousness was clear. Her stomach felt full of butterflies and she had the urge to pee, but she held off. She paced back and forth before her manager, who had a neutral look on her face, obviously prepped for whatever could happen. Nero spoke softly, "Thank you for doing this, Saber. I really appreciate you being my manager."
	"Think nothing of it, Nero. It is my job, so I'll help in whatever way I can."
	The thought of Saber's reliability brought a smile back to Nero's agitated face. "Umu! Then you really are my biggest fan!" With her hands now on her hips, the idol that is Nero finally looked ready for the exhibition. Excusing herself, Saber exited the dressing room, as Nero put on her new dress. The rose-red dress flowed down Nero's body, over her thick ass, and it was covered in thick, messy white vertical stripes and rose. The matching red bow in her hair radiated off her blond hair, and her green eyes shown vibrantly against the all the red. With slight crinkles to be heard, Nero smoothed out the apparel, especially the lower back. With a mix of confidence and fluster, Nero exited her dressing room to join Saber once again and they departed to the stage.
	The curtain was down before her, but her butterflies were consuming Nero. A quick glance at Saber only earned her a short smile and a thumbs-up, then Nero knew she was on her own, that it was only her and the stage. The lights dimmed and the cheering grew louder, and the curtains started to rise. The grimace from her agitation disappeared just before the crowd could see her, so they were shown only the brightness of her smile. Their cries only calmed Nero down, but nervousness lingered for what she planned to do. She could feel here bladder quivering as her singing got more and more intense. Her passion shown true through her singing, no matter how mediocre it was, and she was almost ready to let go. Butterflies lolled in her stomach, but Nero could care less. Hitting the climax of the song, Nero released her greatest "Umu!" as she also released her bladder. Pacified by the music, Nero's hissing could only be heard by herself, and it was quite loud to her. A major blush blanketed along her face as she looked down, expecting a puddle of urine pooling at her bronze heels, but she was safe. Nero could mostly relax now that she had wet her diaper very much so, but two loud blasts went off behind her. Surprised, Nero jumped in the air and fell to her knees, the unexpected roses falling down upon her. Wanting to cry, Nero looked up, to a hushed crowd, smiling, and the excitement reignited. She stood back and continued the show, like the true idol that she was, hiding her displeasure with a beaming grin. The concert, and her unexpected extra exhibitionism, was a success!

	Nero was back in her dressing room, alone, and finally able to relax. Stripping only her new dress and bow off of herself, Nero stood boldly in front of her personal, full-body mirror, a smirk on her reddened face as she took in the damage she had done. The front was slightly tinted orange, the yellow of her piss changing the color of the normally red diaper, specifically ordered to match her normal dress. Turning around, Nero could see the result of the rose cannons. The back was thicker than normal, obviously used, and its light stench wafted to her nose. Instead of changing, Nero took the offensive and sprayed the room a bit before grabbing her personal bag, red-and-gold with a hint of green, to match usual apparel and self. Pulling a pair of fresh diapers from it, she went straight to putting them on, not removing the used one. Putting on the tapes, Nero once again felt a tinge of anxiousness in her stomach, but ignored it as pleasure filled her body, the new diapers applying pressured to both her front and behind, squeezing the respective messes against herself. Again reaching for her bag, Nero pulled out a spare dress of her, the standard red, with the butt window and slightly translucent mesh across the front, and a diaper fell out with it, ending up under the coffee table. Standing once more in front of the mirror, the outfit could do nothing to hide the thickness of three layers coupled with a used diaper. "Umu! Umu! Umu!" escaped from Nero's lips as she saw her self rubbing the front of the diaper in the mirror. "It looks like I'm just a big baby! A big, babied idol! Umu!" More umu's, ajoined to light moans, were let loose, a sign of contentment from Nero, as she rubbed herself harder and harder. She once again her the hissing, as the butterflies got stronger, but she was took caught of in bliss to notice. Her hand moved faster and faster, feeling hot from the friction of the diaper, but she kept going. Her moans grew louder, but she trained herself to stay as quiet as possible, especially when she reached her brink, as she was just about to. A final, long moan escaped from Nero as she gave her self to her orgasm, which was only strengthened by the release of her sphincter. poop and ejaculate filled Nero's diaper, as her legs gave out. The feces spread from the back forward as she landed on her bottom, eliciting another moan and orgasm, resulting in Nero splayed across the floor.
	Giggling to herself, a smirk on her face, Nero looked in the mirror to see the expanded diapers, knowing that it was all because of her and no one else. Nero cleaned herself up, using supplies and a spare diaper from her bag, dressing in a white, sleeveless dress shirt and a frilly, red skirt with part of the frill black and a black bow opposite to the odd frill. The skirt hid her diaper well, and a smug Nero exited the dressing room with her bag over her shoulder, knowing she had messed and cleaned up very well.
	Saber swept in behind her to make sure she had left it spotless, exiting with her own backpack, black like her suit.


	Arriving home, Nero welcomed Saber in to a cup of tea, which was gladly accepted. Small-talk was exchanged between the two as Nero prepared the tea, such as how good it felt on stage or how well of a performance she did, even after the abrupt cannon fires. Settling down, Saber finally posed a straight question to Nero: "How long have you been wearing diapers?"
	In a state of awe, Nero dropped her teacup, the liquid spreading across the wooden floors like a puddle of urine. Regaining some composure, Nero meekly asked back, "How did you find out?" A frown hung on Nero's face as Saber pulled out a red object, crinkling as it came out of the backpack.
	"I found this under the table of your dressing room, as if someone had accidentally forgotten it in the room I meticulously searched beforehand for danger. So, again, how long have you been wearing diapers?"
	Displeasured, Nero poked her index fingers together, before she sighed and murmured, "Shortly after I became an idol. I was really afraid of embarrassing myself on stage, so I wanted to take a precaution, and they always feel so comforting." After a pause, Nero softly asked, "Are you mad at me?"
	The pouting Nero was once more surprised that day, this time by a hug from Saber. "It is fine, do not worry. I will do what I can to help as your manager, as it is my duty. You have the promise of the King of Knights." An overjoyed Nero leapt into Saber lap, rubbing against her face like a cat.
	"Umu!" A smirked crossed Nero's face, "I always knew you were my biggest fan!" Nero jumped up off Saber's lap, landing before her, her frills falling down to once more cover her legs. The King of Knights let out a low whistle in response to the reveal of Nero's undergarments. Blushing and pushing down the front of her skirt, Nero cried, "Nooooooooo!"