The Crimson Crown

“What exactly led to… ya know.” I waved a hand towards my midsection, casting a glance towards the dining servants who were out of earshot but still in the same room.

Dorian waved a dismissive hand, sending them from the room. “To you being in diapers?” He asked. 

“And the whole baby thing,” I add, skewering another vegetable and popping it in my mouth. 

“Queen Alexi the second.” Dorian began, “Took the throne from a young age, the former king and queen passed from a sickness spreading through the kingdom. Her husband died in the Great War, putting her firmly in charge of the kingdom. To say she acted like a spoiled brat would be a disservice to children. The kingdom was caught between financial ruin from the war and a queen who would rather spend her people's money pampering herself.”

Dorian took a sip of his drink, “Well, the nobles saw the ruin she was leading the kingdom into and needed a way to pacify her and regain control, so they sent in a man to marry her with the sole goal of gaining control.”

I raised an eyebrow, sipping my drink as well, “And was he successful?”

Dorian nodded, “The queen wasn't smart, or rather, she lacked the wisdom to see his political moves as he got close to her and wiggled into her life. He married her and, as her husband, began taking control of her. He was able to quickly start turning stuff around for the kingdom, keeping the queen well and truly under his thumb.” He chuckled, swirling his goblet, “Her daughter was just as arrogant, and the tradition of pampering the queen was formally born.”

“You mean to tell me I'm sitting here in a diaper because of some past arrogant queens? And the kingdom just refused to move on because of her?” I asked Dorian, squirming as my bladder began to ache. 

“Well, more because the royal family refused to move on. The kingdom doesn't know what happens behind the curtains.” Dorian explained as we stood and began back towards our bed chambers.

“There wasn't ever a point in time that people realized that it was no longer needed? That not ALL queens are like that?” I asked.

Dorian scratched the back of his neck nervously, his other hand holding mine, “Well, it's been a long while since we've had one who wasn't.” 

“And do I fall under that category?” I snapped as we stepped into our room.

“Not in the same sense she did. But the treatment has been expanded upon since then. Originally the pampering was just a means of control, but it has since expanded to include training Queens into whom they should be. They just neglected to drop the diapers.” Dorian said with a grin. 

“But, why diapers to begin with? What happened?” I asked. 

“Well, I think originally, it was a case of ‘well, if you are going to act like a child, you'll be treated like one.’ but the sentiment sort of stuck,” Dorian said, closing the doors behind us. “Speaking of, have you pooped yet, my princess?”

The question completely caught me off guard, and I blushed deeply, shaking my head, “No, I don't need to, not yet” 

Dorian sighed, shaking his head, “I was afraid not. Do you need to?”

I shook my head, “No, not yet.” I admitted. 

Dorian glanced at the wall, where people presumable may be listening in. He leaned in close, whispering, “I’m sorry, the king's orders; he had a servant deliver something in case you hadn’t. I’ll make it as quick as I can; don’t fight it, okay? Please?”

“Fight what?” I whispered back, glaring. 

“Well, my princess, it’s not in good health for you to hold it; I’m sure the rich foods of our culture have your stomach in knots; it’s okay; I’ll help. Let’s get you undressed first.” Dorian said, loud enough for whomever to hear. 

He stepped up to me, giving me a sheepish look as he held up my arms and pulled the dress over my head. I blushed as my wet diaper came into view, unable to hide my shame. At least my attendants weren’t here as well. “Father has equipped us well to handle such occasions. Would you rather be cleaned out or given a suppository?” Dorian asked.

I gaped at him, my mouth slack, “I… What? I don’t need…”

Dorian’s panicked look interrupted me; he shook his head, his eyes wide, glancing to the wall and cupping his ear, ‘They are listening!’ he mouthed. I gritted my teeth; I didn’t know what game he was playing, I didn’t much care, I wasn’t about to have anyone do anything to force me to poop. “I am perfectly capable of going on my own, thank you very much,” I responded indignantly.

Dorian deflated, “I’ll pick for you then, my princess. Why don’t you come lay down.” he said, patting the bed beside him. He gave me another pleading look, but I wasn’t having it. 

I crossed my arms defiantly, “If I need to go, I will go. I don’t need your help.”

I saw a look of anguish across Dorian’s face, his hands going together in a pleading motion, but I didn’t care; there was no way I was going to let him, or whoever was puppeteering this, have their fun. After several long seconds of silence, Dorian silently pleaded with me to comply; he seemed to deflate, standing up straight, “My princess, it’s in the best interest of your health; constipation can lead to many other undesirable outcomes. I will force you if I have to.” 

I barely had a moment to react as Dorian’s hand waved in the air, a current of wind encircling me. I suddenly felt my arms snap to my sides, the wind he summoned holding me fast as he stepped up beside me, scooping me up and carrying me to the bed, forcing me onto my tummy, my legs trapped as well. 

I yelped in surprise and anger, “Let me go!” I demanded.

Dorian whispered harshly in my ear, “Please! Princess! Just relax and go along with it! I’m sorry, Father said by any means necessary, if I don’t, I fear the consequences would be worse.” and then, as he pinned me to the bed, I felt his hand pulling back my diaper, exposing my cheeks as he lightly spanked each, making me yelp in surprise more than pain. “You’ll learn to be a good girl.” he said, although I could hear agony in her voice, “You’ll take your medicine like a queen.”

I felt his finger suddenly at my back passage, a gel of some kind being applied before he pressed something against my rosebud, pushing in and penetrating me. I yelped, squirming uselessly against the bonds that held me. “What are you doing? Stop!” I demanded.

He leaned down again, whispering, “Quiet! You are making things worse! Please, relaxing will make it easier. I have to give you an enema; the laxatives are far worse. The more you fight, the more it’ll hurt, the more it’ll cramp. Please, I’ll explain after.” Dorian stood up straight again and I felt a bulb of some sort inflating just inside me, preventing the nozzle from coming out before a gush of warm water began to fill me. “If you require additional assistance going once per day in the future, we will adjust your diet to accomidate that. Given the stress you have endured the last few days, it’s perfectly reasonable for you to be experiencing this. Do not fear, my princess; we will help.”

I growled, feeling the first cramps take hold as I shot him a dirty glare. Dorian had a look of pain on his face, he kept glancing towards the far wall, a nervous expression. “At least tell me I don’t have to use this storming diaper after this.” I glowered.

Dorian flinched, “Why, my dear, you need to grow accustomed to using your diapers; it’s only natural.” he leaned in again, whispering, “I’m sorry, I can’t; I promise as soon as you are done, we will take a bath, I’m not going to leave you like that. I swear it.”

I groaned as wave after wave of cramps hit me, my arms still pinned to my side. With the pain of the enema filling me, I did finally relax a bit at Dorian’s suggestion, and almost immediately, the brunt of the cramps faded, and it became easier to take more as the water swelled inside me. I had no idea how long it was going, but I felt the water slow and finally run out as Dorian deflated the bulb, pulling my diaper back into place as quickly as he could before laying beside me. 

“There you go, my princess.” he said loudly, “That will clean you right out; you’ll be a good girl for me, won't you?” 

Just then, the doors to our chamber opened, and my assistants stepped in, “They are gone.” Morris reported, “You can relax.” she didn’t sound even a little surprised at my state of undress.

I blushed as Dorian hugged me, “I’m so, so sorry, my love.” I could hear genuine regret in his voice, “I really didn’t want to… But if I didn’t follow through, Father himself would have had something worse done.”

I growled, a cramp taking hold of me as I fought to contain myself. A moment later, however, I lost the fight, and I felt a torrent of water and my stomach's contents emptying itself into the seat of my diaper. I groaned in utter disgust, “Storms, what the hell is wrong with your family!”

“I know! I know I’m sorry!” Dorian said, trying to defuse the situation, but there was no way I was going to be calmed that easily. “As I said, my family has a history of this kind of stuff; it’s only gotten worse with each generation. I vowed to do better, but my father threatened to send me off if I didn’t.”

“If you didn’t force me to crap myself?” I asked, groaning in agony as I continued to mess.

“Among other things.” Dorian admitted weakly, “We are leaving the castle tomorrow; we will be out from under his thumb. I’m sorry.”

I glowered at him, but the prospect of being free did sound nice. “Explain to me exactly why this was necessary?” I demanded.

“Dorian looked ashamed, “If I didn’t follow through with Father’s requests, he would have had his servants take over your training. He has many unique ideas of how a woman should behave; you saw mother! He frequently binds her pacifier to her lips so she can’t speak. Then, he would have turned his attention to me, questioning if I had what it takes to become king.

My eyes opened wide in shock, I had noticed something odd about our encounter yesterday, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. “He storming binds her pacifier to her mouth?” I squealed in surprise, grunting as my back arched, agony flaring as my diaper swelled even more. “He would do that to me, too?”

“Likely far more, Father had many tools at his disposal to ensure Mother was sufficiently submissive. The more defiant you are, the more he will take away your agency.” Dorian explained sheepishly, “If he took over you right now, you’d likely be bound to a crib all night in that diaper so you can get used to the feeling. Then he’d probably have a few things installed so that you couldn’t hold it at all.”

My face went white with fear, my eyes wide in terror, “He… Would you do that? He’d go that far? What the storms, Dorian!” 

“I tried to warn you.” he whined, “He did that to Mother, and he’d do it to you too. As I said, I will do what I can, but we do have to meet certain criteria. The more you behave, the less you fight, the less is taken away.” Dorian said, rubbing my back.

I groaned, not moving a muscle; the disgusting state of my diaper burned me with shame. I felt tears in my eyes as he tried to console me. 

“All done?” He asked. 

I nodded sheepishly, “You are cleaning up the mess that you made.” I said pointedly. 

Dorian smiled, scooping me up in his arms in a fireman's carry as if I were nothing. “Of course, my princess. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

He plopped me on the changing table, my diaper squishing beneath me, making me cringe in discomfort. Dorian popped the tabs and quickly set to work cleaning me, humming softly. I couldn't see what he was dealing with, but I could feel it, and it was disgusting. 

I was beyond relieved as he finished, but instead of changing me into a fresh diaper, he scooped me off the table and set me on my feet, “Come on, I promised a bath. I’m so, so sorry, my princess.” he said again, his voice filled with shame.

“Whatever.” I said as he led me into the attached bathing chamber, “I just want this over with.”

Dorian seemed to deflate a bit, “I know, but it’s only going to get worse the more you fight.”

“And exactly how much will I have to give up for him to be happy?” I asked.

Dorian looked sheepish, “Well, uhh, you’ll at least have to fully give in to using diapers full time; you’ll have to sit submissively and quietly when men are talking, among other things.”

“So, I have to be a perfect doll with no agency of my own and no free will,” I said as Dorian stripped himself, and we entered the warm waters of the bath.

“Only till we ascend to the throne.” Dorian was quick to respond, “Once we have the power, we can make changes; we will no longer be under his rule.”

“How long will that be, exactly?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I settled into the waters, my attendants bringing forth a plethora of soaps and scrubs for me.

“Well, until either they pass or step down,” Dorian admitted.

“Great, just wonderful,” I grumbled as Morris stepped up beside me.

Dorian stopped her as she was about to start scrubbing me, “I’ll do it.” he said, taking the sponge. 

Morris nodded, “If I can be of service, I’ll be available, your grace.” she said, stepping out of the room but leaving the door open.

I felt Dorian’s gentle touch as he began washing me, and I had to admit the feeling was nice. I was still salty at the experience of being given an enema, but on some level, I could see his point; I could see that he had to cater to the whims of his father. A thought crossed my mind, “You mentioned the other day you find some of this stuff fun, where is that line?” 

Dorian’s scrubbing stopped for a moment, and whether it was the waters or his embarrassment, I saw his cheeks flushing. “Ohh, right, I mentioned that, didn’t I.” he said, embarrassed, “Well, you have to realize, from a young age, Father began training me in the ways of being a king. I was subjected to this treatment every single day with my mother. I thought for a while all girls wore and used diapers and were treated like babies. The maids weren’t exactly prominent in my life; they mostly helped the Queen.

“I learned better. Obviously, I found out the truth. But, I had grown accustomed to them and didn’t even realize the oddity until later. I hadn’t seen a girl’s underwear until far later in life; I had only seen them in diapers. My mother would frequently dress for my father’s pleasure in skimpy dresses and diapers, and I thought it was just normal. I daydreamed of my future wife and how I couldn’t wait to see her in similar outfits.” Dorian explained.

“You realize that’s storming odd, right?” I asked.

“I do now!” Dorian said defensively, “I know, I’m sorry. You have to realize, as a Prince, I grew up very sheltered, Father showed me only what he thought I needed to know. Looking back, I realize he showed me all that because he wanted me to associate women with the baby treatment. He grew up similarly sheltered and didn’t know of any other way until he became king. By then, he was so numb to it that it shocked him that others didn’t treat their wives the same. Anyway, so yes, I’m sorry, but I grew up seeing girls in diapers as attractive because it was what Father showed me and what he thought was attractive as well. He instilled in me that submissiveness is an attractive quality in women, and in his case, he would force it upon his wife as needed.”

“But you are better than him, right?” I asked dryly.

“Well, I’m trying to be.” he sighed, scrubbing my back; the feeling was fantastic, “I’m sorry. I realize this is a lot, and it doesn’t make up for what he’s putting us through, but I will try my best.” Dorian explained.

I narrowed my eyes, “So, wait, now that you’ve seen proper lingerie, what was your Father’s explanation there? That doesn’t attract you more than diapers?” I asked.

“Well, Father explained that those women were untamed, allowed to do as they pleased, a dangerous mentality that could lead the Kingdom to ruin.” Dorian explained sheepishly, “I know better now, but you have to realize years upon years of this sort of sentiment changes a guy. From the time I realized girls were attractive at all, Father was pounding into my head that girls were to be submissive, and diapers were a clear indicator that they were. To me, I grew up thinking actual lingerie was unattractive because it meant a girl wasn’t submissive; they were unbroken.”

“But you know better now, right?” I asked pointedly.

“Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes.” Dorian sighed, “I know I’m screwed up, I’m sorry, but yes, I realize now the error of my ways, but I can’t just change my way of thinking overnight. I genuinely find diapers attractive now, and I genuinely love you in them. I know it’s not easy for you, and I know this is a lot to take in, but as long as Father is king and you are a princess, we do have to play by his rules.”

“So, until we take the throne, I get to be eye candy for you, to be forced to wear and use diapers,” I said dryly.

Dorian smiled but blushed, running his fingers through my hair as he lathered the strands, “Well, yes…” he admitted, “I promise to make you feel like a Queen, to the best of my ability, but yes, you’ll be stuck in diapers for the time being.”

“Wonderful.” I sighed, leaning my head back as he washed my hair. “If we are doing the whole helpless little girl treatment, I can’t massage my own back; I think, as a responsible prince, you should help your poor princess,” I said, letting sarcasm drip from my words.

Dorian grinned, kissing my cheek as he turned my back towards him, his hands working my back in utter bliss, “I think that can be arranged. I genuinely love you, my princess. I will do what I can to protect you, but stuff like tonight will happen if you don’t play the political game. Follow my lead, please. Can you do that?”

I moaned in bliss as his hands worked knots from my shoulders, rolling them as I contemplated what to say. I hated being forced into compliance, but given that I was in a foreign kingdom and now effectively trapped in marriage, I couldn’t just leave. I did have to play by their rules, at least for now, no matter how messed up they may be.

“Fine, I’ll try,” I grumbled.

Dorian’s face lit up, and he leaned me back enough to kiss me on the lips, “Thank you.” he said, his hands resuming his massage.

I wasn’t sure how far things would go with the King; I hated how much he seemed to be controlling my life already; how could things get worse? Only time will tell.