Lord Anubis squirmed in his new ‘throne’. It had been several weeks since The Usurper appeared and took control of everything: his people, his world, his powers. In that time, the Jackal deity only knew of his slow decent based on everything he had lost.
Almost immediately he had lost his freedom, as the ever present chains proved. Quickly after, his independence was diminished as the first of what seemed to be an eternity of fluffy cloth diapers was pinned around his hips and those of his highest commanders.
Looking back, Lord Anubis could see the road he was forced to take. The many humiliating diaper changes, forced to play with toys and games more suited to small children with his lieutenants, and other steps towards his destination of forced infancy.
Squirming again in his chair, Lord Anubis could only scowl as he looked around the feeding room.
The Jackal’s lip turned up as he looked at the faux-canopic jars arranged on a counter, a perversion for what they should have stood for. Now simply food containers modeled after tributes to his old self.
The only attendants were two Anubians stationed at the door, both well diapered, though lacking any of the traditional weaponry or ceremonial armor they’d otherwise wear.
He could feel it coming, another part of his shame. His mortal body often betraying him as the weeks had passed, keeping himself dry had become nearly impossible as lately he had found himself growing damp without even realizing it.
The more humiliating act he had far more control over, perhaps to give The Usurper more pleasure at the sight of a fallen deity forced to give into such an act. His diet ensured a shameful, sizable weight under his tail at least once a day, followed by yet another humiliating change.
Feeling his control slipping, Lord Anubis had no choice as he pushed hard against the tray holding him in place, lifting his rear end off of the seat as he grit his teeth. Unwilling to meet the gaze of the attendants who were no doubt watching him intently, the fallen Jackal could only grunt and bark as the relief began.
Slowly, but with increasing speed, Lord Anubis felt the uncomfortably heaviness in his stomach transferred to a hefty, warm bulge stretching out the cotton of his diaper. The relief was quick, spurring him on to push more and feel better, though the heady feelings were too brief as he knew what he had just done again.
Unwilling to sit back down on the cushion he made, the Jackal perched himself awkwardly in the seat, relatively stuck in place by the chains securing him, and waited for The Usurper to arrive to feed him. Perhaps he’d get a change before his bib was put on, though it was more likely he’d be forced to settle back into his shame before earning the first spoonful of mushed food.
Order and above text by Seifer
Draw by camboody
Wow it sure seems like someone was forced to make one hug messy in his diaper. Good that the diaper manage to handle everything and i hope he dont start leaking now when he is force to sit down when he is going to have some food. It sure dont going to be nice eating when you are sitting in this very messy diaper :(