The Crimson Crown

Prince Dorian had, thankfully, followed his mother’s advice, taking me back to our bed chamber after dinner and getting my diaper changed. I was beginning to like the woman more and more. Perhaps he was simply embarrassed and didn’t want a repeat of dinner. Still, Prince Dorian decided not only against adding any boosters to my diaper for the night but also against using the belt. I felt comfortable that night; the tight-fitting onesie he dressed me in was as humiliating and belittling as the first, but I found I enjoyed the feeling of the form-fitting garment. 

I woke early the next morning to an empty bed. I sat up, rubbing groggy eyes as I glanced around the room. Where had Prince Dorian gone? As I sat up, I realized what had woken me; my attendants were busying themselves in the room, preparing clothing for the day. The older of the two, Morris, I believe her name was, noticed I was awake. She turned toward me, bobbing a small curtsy, “Good morning, your grace.” she said, striding up towards the bed.

“Where is the Prince?” I asked curiously, the blankets pulled up around me to provide some level of decency.

“He is preparing for the wedding, your grace,” Morris said, keeping her chin low to show subservience. “We should get you ready as well, your grace.”

I nodded, sliding back up against the headrest of the bed. Morris turned and clapped a short rhythm; the doors opened, and a servant approached carrying a silver cloche-covered tray.  I pulled the blankets around me further, covering the infantile garment I was wearing as the servant uncovered the tray, revealing a tray of food and a glistening glass of juice. I found my mouth watering as Morris took the tray, and the servant offered me a bow before retreating and leaving the room. She turned back to me, holding the tray and delivering it, setting it across my lap. “Your grace, if you will, I would suggest using your diaper while you eat. Afterward, we will get you changed into your wedding attire,” she said, bowing her head and retreating.

I was caught off guard by her comment, my cheeks burning brightly. I wasn’t able to meet Morris’s eyes, although she had already returned to her colleagues to continue their work. I was completely mortified to have my padded state so casually discussed like that and to have a servant, a storming servant, tell me that I should USE my diaper! Well, it was enough to turn my entire body red with shame. I focused my energy on eating instead, a smaller replica of what we had eaten yesterday morning. I noticed that everything I had taken and eaten yesterday was present again this morning as if they had watched and seen what I enjoyed. Hopefully, I wouldn’t be locked into this meal forever more.

The meal was as tasty as any other I had had thus far in this castle; the castle’s cooks were certainly good at their jobs. I shifted uncomfortably as I realized that I did need to use the restroom. I usually did in the mornings. Along with the suggestions of my attendants, I was able to soak myself to my utter shame. The second, more pressing issue was more challenging to deal with. I did NOT want to do that in a diaper. I cast a glance at my attendants, an idea crossing my mind.

“Morris?” I asked.

The older lady turned, bowing slightly, “Yes, your grace.” she asked, approaching me.

“I need to relieve myself. Is there a restroom nearby?” I asked.

Morris lifted her chin subtly, “Your grace, you are wearing your restroom.” she answered simply.

“Yes, but I need to… do more than just relieve my bladder, and I don’t want to burden you with cleaning that.” I tried, hoping she would give in.

I saw the briefest twinkle in the older woman's eyes, her lips curving subtly at the edges as she answered, “Your grace, it’s an honor to be your attendant; I wouldn’t have taken the position if I wasn’t expecting to change you, messy or not. I trained for years with the Queen as her attendant. The Queen herself assigned me to you, thanks to my expertise.”

I gritted my teeth; while I had tried to keep my voice low so as not to attract attention, Morris seemed to have no such reservations. “I would rather use the restroom.” I stated more firmly, “Where is one?”

Morris didn’t back down if anything, and she puffed up more, “Your grace, we are under strict orders to ensure you follow the Prince’s training regime. If you need to soil yourself in such a manner, I would suggest you do so before we change you after breakfast.” she said, turning on her heels and retreating, leaving me stunned.

I had never been treated like that by a servant, and it left me feeling belittled and degraded. I wanted to fight back, to finally be able to use the bathroom, but what was the point? If I pushed her, she would certainly get the guards, or worse, Prince Dorian here to force me into submission. Even if I managed to summon the Wind of Summer, I couldn’t take on a whole kingdom just to prevent from messing myself. Much to my dismay, I realized that the best thing I could do was to use my diaper.

I groaned, my cheeks burning brightly as I shifted, lifting my rear off the bed and giving a gentle push. I had been on the verge of an accident anyway, and even if I had been permitted to use the bathroom, there was a strong likelihood that I wouldn’t have made it. My body burned with shame as I felt the mess squishing into the seat of my diaper, pressing outward. I kept my rear off the bed, utterly mortified. 

My other attendant, Elara, approached me, her head bowed. “Are you finished, your grace?” she asked.

At first, I thought she was talking about the act of soiling myself, and I was about to yell at her. The thought that it was okay for a servant to ask me such intimate questions was beyond mortifying. However, I noticed she was motioning toward my nearly empty tray. I found my appetite had faded with the shame coursing through me. I nodded weakly as she took the tray. Morris stepped up beside her as Elara took the tray away, pulling the blankets back and making me yelp in surprise, my rear still elevated off the bed.

While she didn’t say anything, I felt Morris’s eyes on my midsection, clearly studying me and realizing what I was doing.  “Are you finished, your grace?” she asked.

This time, I knew for a fact what she was asking about. I gritted my teeth, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing as best as I could without putting weight on my rear. “I am, thank you very much,” I said as dignified as I could, standing before this woman in an infantile onesie and a wet and messy diaper.

Morris, however, put a hand on my chest, pushing me back onto the bed and forcing me to sit. I grimaced, feeling the mess squish beneath me, “We’ll change you here, your grace.” she said, the slightest twinkle in her eye. 

I grimaced; she knew exactly what she was doing and was treading a fine line between being subservient and helpful. I gritted my teeth, letting her undo the snaps of the onesie between my legs and pulling the garment over my head. “Fine, be at it then,” I said, embarrassed as I was laid back.

Elara returned, holding a small stack of supplies, and Morris wasted no time popping the tabs of my diaper and pulling it open. I stared up at the ceiling, utterly mortified to be having my diaper changed, especially a messy one, by my attendants. Neither woman made a fuss of it, though, thankfully, wiping me clean with the expertise of a grandmother, hoisting my legs up, and pulling the soiled diaper out from beneath me, leaving me completely naked. 

Elara began unfolding this new diaper; it was a pristine white and seemed larger than the others I had worn. I gave it a quizzical eye as Morris began spreading it beneath my rear, gently setting me down upon the garment. “That is different than my usual ones,” I stated.

Morris nodded, “It is, your grace. This diaper was specially designed for your wedding day; it’s unlikely you’ll be able to be changed again until after the festivities; this needs to last you all day.” she explained, much to my mortification.

I groaned, realizing that I would be stuck in this diaper for a while; it was no wonder Morris had suggested I use my night diaper before changing it. If I hadn’t been able to go, I would certainly have been able to shortly after being changed. I nodded weakly, feeling a generous layer of powder being applied before the diaper was pulled into place. My intuition had been correct; this diaper was larger and thicker, similar to the pink diapers I had been wearing with the booster. They came well over my belly button and nearly midway up my back, the bulky garment forcing my legs to the side. “Is there a reason it’s so large?” I asked.

“Yes, your grace.” Morris responded, “Not only does it add absorbency, it lessens the chances of leaks, and, should you need to mess again, it offers more room, too.” 

I thought there had been nothing more they could say that would humiliate me, and she had proven me wrong. I blushed with shame as they helped me sit up, Elara making my soiled diaper disappear as I stood. The diaper was wider than my other diapers, too, forcing my legs apart; I would absolutely waddle in this thing. “I’m going to look like an idiot waddling in this!” I whined, trying to take a few steps.

“No one will notice, your grace.” Morris explained, “You will be endowed with layers upon layers in your wedding gown; everyone will assume it’s from that.” she said, taking my hand and leading me toward where they had set up the gown.