Rehabilitation Chap. 4

HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK!

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The day had been a rather uneventful one after that for a few hours. Hera had come in and changed both girls (hiding her messy escapades, of course, from them) and left them to their own devices for a while. Io was content to see just how many times she could get into trouble but Cybele managed to convince Hera to give her access  to a few books on magic, and spent the next few hours studying them intently.

Diapers certainly made it convenient. No longer did she have to get up and use a bathroom when absorbed in her studies.

However, he intense engrossment of a spell designed to prevent OTHER spells that caused skirt-lifting (see, many male mages, being rather sexless...you get the picture) was broken as the sun started to fall by Hera, calling her and Io to the front room. Cybele grumbled and reluctantly closed the book, though not before placing a bookmark in it. After that she made her way to the front room. By now, she was getting used to diapers and what they entailed.

Io was there first, sitting on the floor and looking cute as a button. Cybele was taken with a desire to grab her and start fucking her right then and there, but managed to stave off the (rather enticing...) feelings. Hera came into the room, hemming and hawing over the two girls before producing two dresses—one small blue one, obviously intended for Io, and one larger black one, seemingly for Cybele. Both were somewhat short, however, though nicely detailed with flower motifs.

“These are for you two.” Hera smiled and lovingly gave each one to them. “I made them myself~”

Cybele felt hers; it was soft and made to a surprisingly high standard. “They're...quite nice, actually. But why give them to us?”

“Why, it's because we'll be going out, of course!”

Cybele and Io both visibly recoiled backwards from this proclamation. “WHAT!?”

“Well, the dumb laws mean that I can't just make you go out wearing your diapers only...”

“THAT'S A GOOD THING!”

“--Oh really? Ho ho, I'd say that getting to go out wearing only a diaper would be the best thing in the world. I once spent 5 years researching invisibility magic just to do that.”

Io felt a chill rush down her spine. “My god, the things this woman does to get horny...”

“What was that~?”

“Nothing...”

“Good!” Hera stifled a hearty laugh with her hand. “Now, we'll be going out and doing some shopping in the local market district. I'm running low on diapers and food and you don't want to see me when I'm out of imported Niflheim beer. As for you two—follow me and do whatever I say. Failure to comply and....well, we'll cross that bridge if we come to it~” Hera's habit of letting the mind wander on sordid details was making Io and Cybele shiver.

But the two girls knew that saying “no” was out of the equation, so they took the dresses and went to put them on, but Hera quickly called for them to stop.

“Oh no no no, girls—you'll simply HAVE to change your clothes in here. I wanna see your sexy, naughty bodies and your diapers in full view, understood?”

The two girls simply nodded in exasperation and went about taking their clothes off. Changing your clothes was one thing, but the diapers certainly made the awkwardness in the room thick enough to slice with a knife. Cybele also got the distinct feeling that Io was jealously glancing at her massive tits, a notion Hera seemed to have reasoned as well.

“Now, now, Io, not everyone gets to have voluptuous, well-figured bodies like us two--”

Io blushed and lashed out in response. “Dammit, do you have to rub it in!?” She snapped with acerbic venom.

“But you should love your body. You're doing the lolicons of the world a great favor with your body.”

Io ignored her and went back to changing. Soon she and Cybele and finished...and noticed that the dresses were incredibly short. They barely covered the diapers at all! While they would be barely adequate when walking or standing, bending over even slightly would expose their embarrassing not-choice in underwear. “Um...these are very, very short.”

“Oh yes~ They're designed that way. Remember that you ARE being punished; let's just see how long you can go before an embarrassing event happens, now shall we?”

Io's mouth twitched in anticipated fear of what could possibly happen to her. Sure, she had done everything from strip to her underwear in the middle of a public street to test an invisibility spell (it didn't work, something she found out very quickly) to brazenly use a skirt-lifting spell on a group of teenager witch apprentices in public (such an incident had prompted the legislation of a law specifically banning that) , but this was something else. She had CHOSE to do dumb shit like that. This was being forced on her.

...It was also kind of naughty and hot. Conflicted thoughts formed in her head.....

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In the end, she had put the dress on, however. After practically molesting them while extolling their cuteness, Hera led the two girls outside. The sun was just coming down, lending a warm and serene orange glow to the town. It pervaded everything—to Cybele, it was almost like a painting where the artist had accidentally mixed orange paint into all his other colors. (But wouldn't you just throw out the paint then?) Cybele thought. (...Nah, I bet he'd be like “Wow, that's super-artistic and deep, man!” Yeah. Painters are cute and weird like that. Especially if they're those prettyboy ones...)

“Hey, are you just gonna stand there?”

Cybele snapped back to her senses. Io and Hera were already several feet from her. She, on the other hand, was still standing right at the doorway. She quickly caught up to them, blushing. The feel and weight of the diaper felt far more intense now that she was outside—her mind was filled with thoughts of (can anyone see it?) and (dammit, I have to be super careful now...). She shot a silent look at Io, who nodded softly, indicating that she thought the same thing.

Suddenly a voice flashed into Cybele's head. (Well, let's try to be as discreet as possible.) It wasn't her own, and she scanned the immediate area for the voice. It came again. (It's me, Io, idiot. I'm communicating with telepathy)

Cybele sighed. Of course. Telepathy was a basic skill for any mage; so, of course, she possessed it as well. (I can't believe I didn't think of that.)

(Yeah, well, it's an easy way for us to communicate now. Let's just try to prevent as many people from seeing our diapers as possible. It's that simple)

(Yeah, and summoning a Omni-Lich Archon and binding it to your will is easy if you treat as 'just follow the steps'.)

(Well, that's different. I don't think diapers try to like flay your mind alive or call divine judgment on you or anything.)

The two made idle chat, as they walked with Hera. Unfortunately for them, they were approaching the forum—and since the sun was just coming down, there would be many people hawking and buying wares. All people that they could accidentally expose their diapers to.

Well, there was one unique person there...

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Sitting on a table outside a cafe was one girl wistfully staring off into the crowd, watching the endless throngs of people making their way. She would've liked to be somewhere more quiet and peaceful, but that wasn't really an option at the time. Two pale horns curled like a ram's were sticking straight out of her head, complementing her pale argent hair. On her backside was a long thin tail that ended in a heart, slowly flapping back and forth. Her skin was a seriously notable pinkish-red.

She was a succubus, named Medea. A sex demon, alongside her incubi and succubi kin (usually they were grouped together under the term “fooccubi”). Well, they used to be more “rape demons” but they stopped that kind of thing. Whatever the case, she still, like all fooccubi, depended on sexual energy for her main source of sustenance. They were capable of getting sexually aroused, and were practically turned on by ANYTHING. The term “omnisexual” barely began to describe them.

But today was not a good day for Medea, as she saw the crowds go past. There was almost no sexual energy coming off of them—most people didn't go to a reputable place like the forum for sexual escapades. Her kind could siphon off passive sex energy when it was the only option, but this simply wasn't enough.

She sighed, her breath slightly stirring the tea she was holding. “Dammit...I'm hungry...why do I have to be such a failure of a succubus?”

However, right then and there, a simply titanic amount of sexual energy entered the crowd. Medea was simply too stunned to even look for it. This was a level that you only got in such a situation as a wild orgy. And yet, it was tightly pinpointed, like it was coming off of two...no, ONE person.

She looked up and saw Hera and the two girls walking towards the cafe.

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“Alright, this is our first stop.” Hera told the two girls as they approached it. “I simply adore the imported tea this place has. Stay outside while mommy gets some bags of it, okay?” The two girls nodded, blushing and scoffing at the word “mommy” though it was highly debatable if anyone else heard them in the roar of the crowd. Hera smiled and walking inside.

The two of them just stood there awkwardly, unaware that Medea was sitting right next to them. She herself wanted to go ask them about Hera, but she couldn't bring herself to actually go up to them. Even when she told herself to get up, her body wouldn't just do it.

(Dammit...the sex energy coming off of that woman...I could go for 2 days on that alone! I need to talk to those girls. Are they sex slaves, or her concubines—wait, concubines basically are sex slaves...oh man, this is making me horny!) She felt a distinct hotness and slickness come to her vagina. (Damn..I gotta find out, fast!) But...she couldn't get up. She just couldn't muster the courage to get up and talk to them.

(Come on...come on!)

She was practically sweating at this point. Her whole body felt on edge. (Dammit, this is pathetic. I'm on edge this much because I'm literally starved for sex...). Every movement she made was jerky and erratic. She tried to take a sip of tea and drink it....

...And she ended up spilling its hot contents all on her chest.

“AHH!!” She nearly fell backwards and out of her chair from how fast she jumped. Her whole chest was wet and scathingly hot. Sure, it was kind of sexy, but now she looked like some kind of exhibitionist weirdo. She quickly set about taking a nearby napkin to dry her clothes when she noticed that her crotch was abnormally wet too.

She shot her gaze downward and cringed cutely. “Eeeeeh!?” The sheer shock of spilling the tea on herself made her accidentally piss herself. Her crotch was warm and coated in pee, and the chair was wet and slick. Golden lines of piss streaked down her legs. She quickly bent her legs in and and shoved her hands down there to stem the tide, blushing ferociously. The two girls hadn't noticed her at all, though.

“haaaa...ahh, oh gods what have I doooooone....” She pouted and stood up as she felt the piss subside. Her whole seat was stained and anyone looking at her would clearly see that she had just wet herself. She cringed and slowly walked backwards, looking at the chair in horror. “Oh shit why can't I do anything right!” She turned tail and ran—plowing directly into Io and Cybele.

It was a testament to how massive the crowd was that three girls colliding onto the ground was barely noticed. The triad of girls awkwardly fell over each other and feel, Io nearly being crushed by the two. It had happened in a blink of an eye—no one had any time to react as they smashed into the cobblestone. Before any one of them could even reflexively yelp they were sprawled on the ground.

Speaking of that, Medea had managed to fall such that she could see the two diapered behinds very easily.

“Dammit, what the HELL!?” Io raged as she tried to push the two much-larger girls off of her. “Can someone explain this BS?”

“I dunno!” Cybele responded in turn. “I was just standing and someone ran into me.”

“Well, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!”

“I'm trying, you impatient bitch!”

Medea was nearly knocked out but managed to come to her senses. She was greeted with the behinds of the two girls, being able to see up their dresses perfectly. But she wasn't greeted with panties or bloomers, but....diapers?

(Diapers?! Did I stumble a pair of incontinents?) She had no time to think, though, as Io and Cybele got up and became very aware that their secret had been discovered.

No one said a word for a few seconds. Then, Io spoke telepathically to the demoness. (Did you see?)

(What?) She replied—telepathy being a common skill for demons as well. (The diapers?)

(YOU DID?!) Io's face was contorted into a visage of pure horror. (Gods FUCK DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT) She was unable to even express her rage through her face. All she used was her thoughts, though they were quite simple. (HATE HATE HATE HATE)

Medea cringed at the verbal assault she was receiving. Why could she never do anything right? Why was she doomed to fail at everything? First she pissed herself and then she accidentally uncovered the secret of two secret lovers or something.

Before she was allowed to even just process this, Hera showed up out of nowhere, a bag of tea in her hand.

“Well, well. Seems like I have a another baby to take care of.” Her mouth was twisted into a devious grin, pointing at the piss-soaked panties of the she-demon.

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Medea was forcibly grabbed by the horns and painfully pulled up to her feet by Hera, who maintained a death grip on them. “OW! Hey, watch my horns!”

“I don't care about your horns.” Hera bluntly retorted. “Why are you here and why are your panties soaked like a toddler's?”

Medea was slightly weirded out by the question but responded anyway. “I'm...I'm a su-succbus--”

“I could figure that much.”

“Yeah...um...I—OW OW OW!” She yelped as Hera pulled her horns even harder. “I...I saw you, and there was tons of sex energy coming off of you, so I wanted to talk to you, but I got nervous and...and...I and I just...uh, spilled some tea on myself, so I pissed myself accidentally and then I ran into these two, I swear it was an accident pleaseletmegopleaseohgodsohgodsohgods....”

Hera gave her a stern look for a few seconds and then let her go. She was breathing a mile a minute. The two girls just stood there watching her silently. “Well, you can certainly have my sex energy—you merely had to ask. But I want something in return.”

“What...sex?”

“No...something a little more naughty.” Hera motioned to the girls, and then grabbed Medea by one horn and started to drag her in the direction of an apothecary. The demoness' pleas fell on deaf ears. Io and Cybele followed behind not sure of what to think.

(Well....looks like this turned out to be an interesting day, Io)

(….Hmf. I'm still pissed that my diapers got exposed.)

(But it was only to one person...)

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Inside the apothecary, Hera dragged Medea over to the small section holding adult diapers. “What are your waist measurements? What size underwear do you wear?”

“What?!” Medea flinched as her horns were pulled again. “Why would you even think of--”

“What? It's to see what kind of diapers I need to buy you.”

Medea nearly yelled out “Diapers!?” in incredulity but didn't for fear of attracting attention. “Wha...I but...diapers?” She thanked the gods that the place was rather empty. Speaking of, Io and Cybele were coming into the store now.

“Yes, diapers. It's obvious that you're a big baby, because I'm pretty sure that grown women like yourself aren't supposed to piss themselves.” She point at the soaked panties, making Medea blush. “Now, since it's obvious that you cannot be trusted to behave like an adult, I'm going to treat you like the toddler you are. Now tell me your size so I can pick the correct diaper for you.”

She turned her attention back to the rows and rows of diapers on the shelf, all packaged up neatly into boxes and bags...this section always managed to turn her on immensely; even now she was starting to feel her pussy turn wet.

Medea stuggled to get free, but Hera's grip was made of pure iron. She reneged on her previous thanking and started to curse the gods for putting her in this shitty situation. “But...how can you just do that?”

“It's either this or you don't get my sex energy...and you can feel, can you? Can't you feel the sheer sexual desire running through me?” She pulled the girl closer to her and sniffed her hair sensually. “Ah...a lovely little demonette you are. I would just love to shove your cute little demon butt into a nice thick diaper....”

Medea couldn't deny that the amount of sex energy coming off of Hera was immense. It was astounding...she needed it. “I...I think I may have to tell you.”

“Good. Especially when you desire this, too, don't you?”

That curveball of a question threw Medea for a loop. “What...I have no clue what you're talking about!” She cried out. “OOOOW!” Her horn was pulled yet again.

Hera smiled dirtily. “Hah hah, it's written right all over your face. You want to return to a simpler time, don't you? When you didn't care so much about things and you could be cute and free? You want to be naughty but sweet. You don't want to be a sexy, lascivious woman like most other succubi. You wanna be a cute and adorable girl who just loves it when daddy or mommy fucks her, don't you?” Medea didn't respond. “Your silence is golden.”

“How...did you guess...?” Medea shamefully admitted the truth. How exactly could Hera have gotten right to the point of things? Other succubi had told her that attracting sex energy required being sexy “mature” woman. But she didn't want to be like that. She wanted to be cute and adorable, but the other succubi had always told her that she would never get sex energy that way.

Truth to be told, while all fooccubi could be turned on by anything, they naturally possessed certain fetishes of their own—things that turned them on even more. And, well, diapers were always of an abnormal interest to Medea...

“I could just tell. You're just too goddamn adorable. You couldn't be faking. Now tell me your size.”

Medea told her, and Hera picked out the thickest diapers she could at that size. Outside of the apothecary, she finally let go of Medea's horn—the girl spent some time rubbing it in pain, wincing at the beating it had received.

“It'll feel fine in the morning, relax.” Hera comforted her. She then turned her eyes to the other two girls. “Girls, this is your new roommate. Her name is Medea and she'll be under the same rules as you two.”

“UM...hi?” Medea bashfully waved to them.

Io stuck out her hand boldly. “Well, Io, and this is Cybele. Granted, now that you're going to suffer like us, I'm not mad at you anymore. Hey, you may even learn to enjoy this stuff.”

Cybele calmly nodded. “Yeah, I'm Cybele...you're kind of cute, are you a succubus?”

“Yes...” Medea responded.

“Ah...I wanna do some nasty things to your body~” Cybele strolled over to her and stared her straight-on. “You want sex energy? OH, I'll give you some~....”

Medea smiled brightly at the thought of some naughty escapades with the three of them. Perhaps this day was turning out good, after all.....

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