Tron Bonne's Diapered Dig

Edit- only half the story was posted

It was dusk, the air was cool and fresh with slight breeze. The ambient light was cut by harsh spotlights  illuminating a Gustaff mech, their buzzing acting as white noise in the otherwise silent night. Several servbots scuttled around running diagnostics and making minor adjustments and repairs on the mech, preparing it for Trons arrival.

"Gustaff better be perfect!" Tron barked at the servbots, who responded in unison "Yes miss Tron!". She walked over to the prepping platform, her steps eliciting a metallic clank that rang through the night, when she reached the platform she dropped two duffel bags to be loaded onto Gustaff. Tron crossed her arms and shadowed the servbot at the control panel, watching over its shoulder arms crossed tapping her foot, intending to double check everything herself. Her breaths we rapid, while she wouldn't admit it she was nervous about the dig she was about to embark on, each breath elicited a small puff of steam contrasting the chilly air of dusk.

the Strategy servbot meekly approached Miss Tron with a clip board, dreading the responses it knew were inevitable. The clipboard contained a checklist, of equipment for Tron to make sure she was prepared for an extended mission. "OK Miss Tron I'm going to go over the list now."

"Flares " "of course"
"Space Blanket" "yes"
"Water" "yes"
"Rations" "duh"
"Sleeping gear" "YES"
"Radio and Back up" "yes"

The list continued some time with a standard back and forth between the two. It was more of a formality than anything, as Tron planned most of everything occurring. When the Servbot got to the last portion of the list there was an awkward pause. Of course, Tron knew what the last item was as well, and looked away blushing, tapping her foot rapidly.

"You are wearing your diaper.... right Miss Tron?"  The servbot peeped over the clipboard. With its short stature it could easily see poofy padding under Trons flared top. She wasn't wearing her signature pantyhose or metal plate. It was pink and white, and had the signature Bonne logo on the front of it. Tron, still not making eye contact huffed and sarcastically replied "OBVIOUSLY I AM"

Given the nature of the dig, Tron found it necessary to include a way to go to the bathroom while still piloting Gustaff if the circumstances required it.

With the check list out of the way, and the diagnostics and last minute prep finished Tron ascended the ladder to board the Gustaff,  Flashing her padded rear to all the servbots unknowingly, some of which barely managed to stifle a giggle at the comic sight of their often harsh creator wearing a diaper.

Tron jumped into the pilot seat, the fluffy diaper elicited a pomf on the impact causing Tron to blush. She wiggled her rear in the seat, adjusting to the soft feeling against her skin. She spread her legs and looked down at her crotch for a moment, in disbelief that she even decided to wear a diaper. Of course she didn't plan on using it, but its best to be prepared. After a moment of reflection, she closed the hatch on the mech and set off towards the ruins.

The Dig itself may not take long taking maybe 2 or 3 hours, but the trek out and back would easily be 2.5 hours both ways, for 5 hours total. This meant she would be gone for a minimum of about 8 hours if everything went perfectly, which is never something you plan for. The hardest part about the trek was going to be avoiding patrols, as the dig site was in a restricted area under heavy surveillance.

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After a few hours of travel skirting authority she managed to breach the restricted with the targeted dig site. She approached that large double doors, which automatically opened with a mechanical swoosh. She entered into a large empty room save for a console. She approached the console, the sole interface on it was a switch that could be flipped towards a up and down arrow. The switch was already in the up position, meaning the only way to proceed was down.

"Checking in Miss Tron, we are getting multiple readings below you." The servbot spotter's voice crackled over the radio. Tron merely responded with an affirmative as she boarded the elevator and prepared for her descent.  To her surprise, the elevator lowered her directly into water. The droning sound of the elevators mechanism continued as Tron was lowered to a concerning depth. Nervously she switched the mechs floodlights on.  The elevator bottomed out with a poof of silt, clear the no one had ventured down here in a very long time for this much debris to have accumulated. This of course, meant that no one else would have had a chance to claim the treasure, and with this realization the feelings of nervousness left Tron as she set out looking for the refractor.

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Tron had been searching for sometime, and was coming up on the 3 hour mark, putting her behind schedule. Most of the ruins had been completely empty dead-ends, with a few low class reaverbots that were easily dispatched with Gustaff's weaponry. It had been several hours since Tron had been able to relieve herself and she could feel the need to go potty growing, as her bladder began to feel strained. Normally, she could exit the mech in a cleared room and quickly go in a corner, but the current underwater conditions made it impossible. Tron reminded herself that although she was technically wearing her bathroom, she had no plans to use it.

"Miss Tron, there is a large force north of your position. Be careful" The spotter sounded concerned, but quickly added, "The trasure must be in that direction."

"Rodger" Tron responded excitedly and began walking in the proper direction. after about 5 minutes of walking, the darkness was filled with a warm ambient light. "I think I found the Refractor!" Picking up the pace she raced toward the light. Soon she could make out the large refactor. "I have visual on the Refr---- AHHHHHHHHH"

Trons transmission was cut short as a large Norieibi reaverbot slammed directly into her, knocking her over. The jolt cause her to wet herself slightly, as pee leaked into the diaper. Quickly tron regained composure and set the mech upright, and managed to stop herself from having more of an accident. " YOU STUPID JERK YOU MADE ME PEE MYSELF" Tron exclaimed bracing herself for combat.

The aquatic environment made combat difficult, especially when Tron as adamant about not using her diaper. She tried to maintain control of her bladder and fighting the reaverbot, but it wasn't going well, as Gustaff began taking damage.

What was worse was that the controls of mech made it so that she couldn't cross her legs and adequately and maintain control. Her only only option as to potty dance the best she could in the confined space, bouncing around her seat. Her squirming and fidgeting cause the dry padding to create a symphony of plastic crackles and crinkles.  Tron grit her teeth and closed an eye straining to hold back the flood gates and not piss herself. She was practically vibrating, her body contorted in the pilots seat as she tried to balance the act of driving the mech and having an accident.

Ultimately she couldn't win both battles at hand. Tron was forced to swallow her pride.

Momentarily distracted she let go and a torrent of urine began soaking the pristine white padding. The diaper eagerly absorbed the pee, as a gradient of yellow began enveloping it. Tron took a hand off the controls, slamming it into her crotch attempting to stop herself from pissing, simultaneously closing her thighs as best she could. She managed to slow the rate she was peeing and was begging to gain control, but the mech abruptly with the lose of control after another hit from the Reaverbot.  Resigning to her fate Tron removed her hand and resumed uncontrollably going potty, she blushed heavily and tried to ignore the hissing sound as liquid  began pooling in the diaper. Taking charge she managed to grab the Norieibi by the tail and began shooting into its side, all while relieving herself in the padding.

The reaverbot promptly exploded from the onslaught. Tron was left in silent victory as she slocuhed in the pilot seat, leaninger her head back. She breathed a sigh of relief, both from her victory and from going potty. she spread her legs slightly and let a hand drop to the front of the diaper as she continued to go, feeling the warmth on her palm.

The once fluffy white core that clung tightly to her body was now waterlogged and began sagging lazily as it swelled with pee, the crinkling sounds were replaced with soggy squelched when she adjusted in the pilots seat. The environment inside the diaper became humid and damp, Tron pulled the waistband forward to look inside and cool off the "water logged" padding. The heat from her urine was radiating through the garment. The core on the inside was stained a deep yellow.

After taking moment tron adjusted in the pilot seat, wiggling a few more times than necessary to feel the squishy padding squelch and move under her. She walked to the refractor lowered the shield, placing it on the back of her mech.

The mechs holotech engine created a dull vibration. Tron hadn't taken much notice in it at first, but now the low rumbling was stirring her bowels, and making harder to hold back #2. Despite her best efforts and clinching she could feel a load working it's way out involuntarily. Resigning to her fate, tron stopped resisting and let the mess slide out into the waiting diaper. It must have been coming out for over 30 seconds, the length of the load was easily about a foot, as it piled into the bottom of the padding. The diaper felt significantly heavier now, as it dropped slightly down her waist exposing just a peek of her bottom. While she still needed to relive herself she was definitively in control now as it wasn't as urgent; however, Tron chose to continue pooping her pants and pushed out another mess, adding to the strain on the diaper tapes.

Despite her desire not to sit, tron ultimately knew it wasn't feasible for the return mission to remain squatting at the pilot seat, and  being the professional she is reluctantly sat down, mushing into the giant mess. She could feel it spread out under her butt in the diaper, the sensation wasn't as displeasing as she originally had assumed it would be.

"This is Tron, I have secured the refractor, and I'm on my way back!"

"Rodger Miss Tron"

With a Fresh heavy load in her pamp, Tron began backtracking to home base. The journey was long, but given that she had already used her diaper, she had no reservations in going potty in it on the way back, and made no effort to hold it when she needed to go.



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The servbots saw a blip on the horizon approaching them, which of course was Tron.

Hastily Tron re-docked the Gustaff. The sound of hydrolics immediately broke the silence of the loading bay as Tron excitedly prepared to exit the mech. when the hatch was open Tron promptly exclaimed that the mission was a success.  Tron stood up and out of the mech, exposing her soaked and loaded diaper to the servbots. The padding drooped lazily down between her thighs. The last time the Servbots saw it when she was loading into the mech it was a pristine white, now it was a mottled yellow and brown,  streaks of clear liquid ran like sweat down the plastic.  The padding looked like it was about to burst.

"I need a servbot to unload the refactor and prepare it for auction!"  Tron did waste time as she belted orders out as she descended the ladder. She waddled to the control panel to run post dig diagnostics on the Gustaff. Her diaper swayed between her thighs as it struggled with the weight.  As the diaper began to sag down her waist, Tron suddenly remembered that she was in a full diaper. Her face wen flush as she pulled the heavily sagging padding back up on her waist. "Ahem, also I need a servbot to prepare a diaper change for me stat." she barked without the usual vigor in her orders.

A servbot promptly appeared with a changing mat and diaper, placing it down in front of Tron, who laid down and let the servbot change her while she still gave orders to the other servbots.