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Diantha rocked urgently in her seat, diaper crinkling. She wasn’t even listening anymore. Drasna was still droning on, making some point or another about the budget. As she sluggishly moved to the next slide of her powerpoint, the projector threatened to burn out its bulb from overuse. Seriously! Diantha’s fingers curled around her chair in a white knuckle grip. Why is she taking so long? She knows that I… Whelp, answered her own question there.

Diantha just swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to steel her resolve. No, she would not have an accident here! Even if her Elite Four knew about her struggles with her bowels, she’d never let herself be caught with her pants down, so to speak. She was not giving them a front row seat to an accident!

…Is what she would’ve liked to say, but her traitorous stomach suddenly gurgled. Loudly.

Eyes immediately turned to her, as the source of the noise. But once realization swept over everyone’s faces, they all reacted differently. Wikstrom turned his head forward back to the presentation with a rigid clink of his armor. Siebold put a hand to his forehead and sighed as he averted her eyes. Malva couldn’t resist a snicker which sent Diantha’s cheeks alight with red. And Drasna…

She just smiled, and got right back to her presentation.

Errgh! Come on! Diantha bent over a bit in her seat, wincing. Drasna of all people knew how bad this was for her. Why couldn’t she just stop? A five minute break, say they needed an excuse to stretch their legs! Diantha would do it herself, but the pressure was too bad at this point. She worried if she unclenched her jaw her body would take it as a sign that she needed to loosen her cheek muscles too. And then there would be no going back.

“What we really need to do,” Drasna said, continuing on with her presentation. “Is really push hard for more public transit. The roads in Lumiose in particular are backed up and could use a good clearing out.”

“Gnph!” Diantha moaned, her hips feeling a stabbing pain. She went from gripping the sides of her chair to clutching her stomach. And then from that, she started grabbing at the front of her shorts. They bulged conspicuously, thanks to the fluffy diaper she wore underneath them. As she rocked back and forth in her seat, it crinkled, only making it harder for the other Elites to ignore her.

“Can— Can we take a break?” Wickstrom asked. “I think Di— Some of us would really appreciate that.”

“Nngh!” Diantha tried to second his motion, but it was too much. She could feel her bowels coming loose, like a knot being pulled until it was undone. Her diaper rustled as she sank deeper into her chair, hoping to plug the exit hole with force. I can’t! N-Not here! Not in front of all of them!

“Hmm…” Drasna took a moment. Looking at the clock on the wall, she pretended someone as old as herself couldn’t figure out analog time. “I suppose we have been going on for quite a while. Alright, let’s—”

PPPBBBBBLLLLRRRRRTTTTT!

Diantha squeaked, the sound lost under her thunderous fart. She couldn’t help it, falling forward across the conference table. Her legs hung out over the end, and her poofy rear swelled suddenly as her accident forced its way out of her. It was a full on mudslide, cascading out of her and making her diaper sag from the heft.

“Oh my Arceus!” Malva was half-amused and half-shocked. As Diantha’s mess collapsed out of her, she couldn’t have known, but everyone else saw. Even the back of her shorts stained brown from the intensity of her accident.

No! N-No! P-Please no… She grunted and mewled into the table as she felt warm, gooey mush settle against her backside. Her accident was over, but the shame of it hung in the air almost as much as her stink. Raising her head meekly, she saw gagging, disgusted faces being shot her way. Then everyone started to stand up and turn away, unable to be in the same room as their poopy Champion. All filed out… except one.

Diantha’s face was Cheri Berry red as Drasna walked up to her, a coy little smirk on her face. She was well aware of the hand she’d played in this accident, and she felt no guilt or shame. “Does someone need a changie?” she asked the foul-bottomed Diantha.

“Why…?” her voice cracked.

Drasna pursed her lips with a condescending sort of pity. She gave the poopy Champion a pat on the head. “Sorry, dearie. But you’ve been trying so hard lately to pretend around them.” Her hand moved down from Diantha’s head to her cheek, holding it in a loving way despite what she’d done. “It’s time they and you accepted this.”

Diantha whined in the back of her throat. Now that they’d all seen her have an accident, she knew whatever lingering respect they had for her was long gone now. As much as realizing that made tears well up in her eyes, she couldn’t take her anger out on Drasna. She still needed a diaper change.

Drasna took her by the hand. Sniffling a little, Diantha waddled behind her as they left the conference room. Her heavy diaper, not allowed to sag as much as it needed to thanks to her pants, squished and smushed between her legs. Every disgusting squelching sound that reached her ears made her blush turn a few shades deeper. The smell wasn’t helping either. It hung around her for their trek down the halls of the Pokemon League building.

Her eyes squeezed shut as they passed through a place with people. The Elites weren’t the only ones who worked here, after all. All the day to day busywork that came to them needed to be managed by someone. Entry-level workers, interns, even middle management types. They were all situated in cubicles flanking Diantha on both sides as they came out of the hallway.

“D-Drasna!” she cried.

She heard the gags first. Retching like noises. They picked up as her noxious smell announced her presence. People poked their heads out of their makeshift offices or over the cubicle walls. Wrinkles of disgust and rising eyebrows of surprise hit her next. Drasna paid them no mind as she led Diantha through, but her baby still fussed.

She tried to wrench her hand away from the older woman. Snickers of laughter hit her ears. She tried to tug down the coattails of her jacket to hide her bulging mess—especially when she heard whispered remarks about the stains—but it was pointless. “D-Drasna! Stop!” she pleaded.

Surprisingly, the woman did. Turning, she looked at the shivering woman struggling to hide her dirty diaper from the masses. Shaking her head, she clicked her tongue. “Dear oh dear,” she muttered.

Letting go of Diantha’s hand, she walked toward her messy baby. “P-Please,” Diantha whined, struggling to make eye contact. The laughter was picking up. People were getting bolder about mocking their boss the longer she stood in front of them with her shit-stained pants. If they could just go back to the conference room… It was fine to just change in there! She didn’t understand why they had to go to a second location every time!

Drasna put a hand on her shoulder. “Anthy,” she cooed gently. “I told you, didn’t I? You need to accept this already.”

“B-But—” Diantha didn’t get to finish stammering. Drasna suddenly bent down, and made the woman’s eyes bulge as she hooked her fingers into her stained shorts. “No, wait!”

Drasna yanked Diantha’s pants down. Her diaper sloshed as it drooped down, enjoying its newfound freedom as it hung out between her thighs. Diantha lost all the color in her face, going white with horror at what the woman had just done.

The laughter properly erupted now.

“Drasna?!” Diantha cried, hands scrambling to right this wrong. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, knowing she couldn’t take away the image of herself in a dirty diaper that was now seared into all these people’s brains, but she had to at least try!

But the older woman just grabbed her wrist again and forced her to move. Diantha yelped as her diaper’s mush seeped between her thighs. Shorts at her ankles, she couldn’t straddle her messy diaper as well as before. She’d been reduced to short, desperate waddles as the woman dragged her along.

Diantha’s lips twitched as she fought back a whimper. The laughter reverberated across the walls, chasing her long after she’d left the room. Diantha’s wrist curled in frustration at her side as Drasna led her along. The woman didn’t bother to slow her pace at all, despite the way she’d hobbled her baby. Diantha had to put a lot of effort into not tripping over her own shorts. She couldn’t handle falling flat on her face, mushy diaper butt pointed skyward, on top of everything else today.

Finally, they reached their destination. It was a room in a purposefully out of the way end of the League building. Drasna had it converted specifically to deal with her Champion’s ‘oopsies’.

There wasn’t much in it. Diantha was always surprised to remember how small it was, and when Drasna opened the door to it this time that feeling was no different. There was a low table that hugged the wall, where a stack of diapers sat, alongside other changing supplies. A tub of wipes, a bottle of baby powder, and a container of rash cream all waved hello to Diantha with their chibi, cutesy Pokemon designs.

To save on space, there was a drop down changing table like the kind public restrooms had. It was just far bigger, and able to support the weight of a grown woman. The only other thing in the room was a short stool in the corner, which only saw infrequent use.

“Come on,” Drasna cooed. She tugged on Diantha’s arm to bring her all the way into the room. “You want to get cleaned up now, don’t you?”

Mercifully, her hold had loosened enough that Diantha was able to wrench her hand away. She came to a stop halfway to the changing table, her knees knocking and her feet trying to rip her shorts so she could pull them apart. Drasna looked back at her with a head tilt of confusion. “Sweetie?”

“I…” Diantha squeezed her eyes shut. She had been so thoroughly, totally, completely embarrassed today. If asked what her worst nightmare about being incontinent was, she’d have described everything from her accident in the meeting up until now with excruciating detail. Was it really such a crime if she didn’t want to face the indignity of someone else cleaning up her mess? “I… I want to change myself today…” She failed to meet Drasna’s eyes. “O-Okay…?”

Drasna didn't look at her with anger for trying to shy away from her babying. Nor did she look at Diantha with even a modicum of pride for trying to assert a little independence. Instead, she gave Diantha a look of pure pity, and it burned the Champion's cheeks worse than she'd been expecting. "Oh sweetie..."

Shaking, Diantha curled her wrists by her side. "I just...! I want...! I'm an adult!" She stamped her foot in a very childish manner. Her dirty diaper squished to undercut her. "You're not my mother! I shouldn't have to... This... This is humiliating!"

Drasna stepped toward her, and Diantha shrank back. Her lip quivered, little more than a squiggly line. She flushed with shame and looked down at the ground. Despite what she'd just claimed, Drasna still had her acting like a bratty child about to be scolded by her mommy. Shame weighed on her like a Tyrantrum.

She felt a hand on her cheek. "My, so fussy." Drasna tutted, shaking her head. She forced Diantha's head up, making her meet her gaze. "What has gotten into you today, I wonder?"

Diantha swallowed, her throat tightening. "I j-just..."

"You must be hungie," Drasna declared. "Only a rumbly tummy could turn my good girl into such a brat."

A red splotch replaced Diantha's face. At the same time, her spine grew cold. She knew what Drasna was getting at, and she had to fight her eyes not to dart down. "N-No!" She smacked the woman's hand from her face. "I'm not hungry! I—"

"Ah ah ah!" Drasna booped her nose, before pressing her index finger against Diantha's lips. "I know a hungie baby girl when I see one. We're going to take care of this right now, little miss."

Steam rose off of Diantha's face. She brought the temperature of the tiny room up by a few degrees just with her blush. She stayed frozen in her dirty diaper as Drasna crossed the room and retrieved the stool. She set it down right in front of Diantha, and sat on it. "Come on now." She beckoned Diantha by patting her lap.

Cringing, Diantha compressed her facial features enough that a black hole nearly formed. She wished one would swallow her up right now. Shyly, she glanced over to the still raised changing table. The mush against her backside felt particularly gross still. "A-Aren't we... Can't I have a change first?" She asked, sheepishly.

"Oh?" Drasna hit her with a coy smile. "Now you want Mommy to change you? What happened to being a big girl?"

Diantha died. Her soul left her body, but didn't ascend to heaven. It went straight to hell, which proved to be more bearable than sharing this moment with Drasna. The woman had never, never referred to herself as Diantha's 'Mommy' before. And she knew it was her fault, throwing the words 'you're not my mother' in Drasna's face earlier. Those Torchics had immediately come home to roost.

"I-I-I...!" She shook her head furiously, and stamped her foot again despite the disgusting squelch it kicked up. "I just want to be clean!" she whined.

Drasna turned her nose up sternly. "I'm not going to change you while you're being so fussy, it will just end in a big mess. Now sit down young lady, it's num-num time."

Diantha sniffled. She was so beaten down that she was fresh out of spitfire. One was one more humiliation on top of everything else she'd endured today? She wiggled her feet out of the shorts at her ankles, kicking them to the side. As she did, Drasna undid the clasp of her dragon-tooth necklace and set it aside. Unbuttoning her top, she pulled one side open to reveal her left breast, and the nursing bra that held it.

Diantha sniffled again, her diaper louder than the sound as she shuffled forward. She straddled one of Drasna's thighs and cringed as she lowered herself onto it. Her diaper made the grossest noise yet as it flattened against the woman's lap. Her mess seeped everywhere, spreading its warmth and mushy sensation along with it. Diantha let out a strained cry. Drasna held the back of her head gently to calm her down.

"There we go, Anthy," she cooed. With her other hand she undid the clasp of her nursing bra, letting it open up to reveal her bare breast. Just seeing it made Diantha sniffle yet again. She was struggling to keep the tears at bay. Drasna just cooed some more, and gingerly pushed her head forward. Diantha sank toward the older woman's boob, and closed her eyes. She puckered her lips, and wrapped them around Drasna's nipple like she had so many times before.

For a moment, she did nothing. She just clung to this woman's breast, her jaw stiff. Drasna gave the back of her head a few pats, letting her know she needed to get a move on. Slowly, weakly, Diantha nursed on the woman's chest.

The effect was immediate. Drasna had massive breasts, full to what must've been an aching degree. Milk spilled into Diantha's mouth, sweet, creamy, and thick. She hated that it tasted good. She hated that feeling the first few drops on her tongue made her suckle harder. She hated that she reached up and grabbed tightly onto Drasna's shoulders, nestling the woman as she breastfed off of her.

"That's a good girl, Anthy. There we go." Drasna whispered into her ear, running her fingers through her baby's hair. "Drink up, sweetie."

The patronizing tone she used got a whine out of Diantha. It was muffled; she didn't take her lips off the woman's nipple. The more Drasna consoled her, the more she mewled into the woman's chest.

"I knew you were hungry," Drasna teased after Diantha had been drinking for a while. She gripped Diantha's hair tightly. "That's a good girl. You're so obedient now, aren't you?"

"Mmnn..." Diantha whimpered. Now that she'd started breastfeeding, she really couldn't stop. It was just so comforting to suckle at Drasnas teat. As the humiliating events of the afternoon played through Diantha's mind, she clung ever tighter to the woman. Tears trickled down her cheek as she suckled.

Drasna cooed. "Aww. Is my little Anthy okay? Does she want bouncies?"

"Mnnph!" Diantha exclaimed, still not leaving Drasna's chest. Her thighs tightened around the woman's leg, her diaper shifting. Surely, she was joking!

She was not.

"Up we go!" Drasna started to bounce her leg, forcing mushy, stinky padding deeper into Diantha. The woman squeaked, almost biting Drasna's nipple. With no other option, her body moved with the older woman's knee. She went up, dirty diaper chasing her. Then, when Drasna's leg dropped away, Diantha fell down with it and mooshed her diaper around.

"Mnngh!" Diantha whined. But Drasna wasn't done with her. Up and down, up and down. She bounced Kalos' once proud Champion, making her wriggle in disgust and shame. Chuckles escaped Drasna's lips, and they only made Little Anthy blush even harder as she stayed latched onto the nipple. As disgusting and awful as this was, nursing still brought her too much comfort to stop. So Drasna bounced Diantha to her heart's content while the woman suckled away at her chest.

It felt like it was taking an eternity, for Diantha at least. In reality, it must've also been taking a long time, because the next thing they knew the door to their private changing room was opening.

"Are you two almost done? We've still got a meeting to..." Malva stopped dead in the doorway as she took in the sight before her. The most powerful woman in the region, dirty diaper out, bouncing on a knee, and breastfeeding like there was no tomorrow.

Diantha's eyes opened, and she heard the sound of glass shattering. She froze, not even swallowing the breast milk in her mouth. Drasna still bounced her messy diaper for a few more turns, but eventually her leg stilled. When the disgusting squishing sounds quieted down, an awkward silence fell over the room.

It was Diantha's personal nightmare come to life. The other Elites knew about her incontinence, but this very... unique dynamic that had emerged between her and Drasna was still a secret. Or at least it had been. Desperate to salvage the dust that remained of her dignity, Diantha tore her lips away from Drasna's nipple. A little pearl of milk beaded out of it still, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

"Thish—!" Diantha covered her mouth. Cringing, she didn't know what to do but swallow the breast milk in her mouth. She tried again. "T-This isn't what it looks like! I swear!"

Malva blinked slowly, as if she'd been reminded this was real life. With a snicker, she cracked a grin. Diantha died inside.

"Wow." Malva said. "Wow." It was all she could get out for a moment. Cackles over took her. She didn't even bother to cover her mouth, She threw back her head and laughed at the Champion with her full throat.

Diantha melted from the head of her blush. She couldn't even think straight she was so embarrassed. Drasna rubbed her back, not saying anything, just allowing this woman to relentlessly mock her little baby.

"Okay... Phew!" Malva almost had a grip on herself, but she saw the pair again and just laughed some more. Finally, she had to turn away, or she'd never be able to breathe. "You..." She sucked in air, letting out one final snicker. "You two just hurry up. Everyone's waiting on you."

"W-Wait!" Diantha begged. She had to explain herself. She couldn't just leave it like this! Bare minimum, she had to make sure Malva wouldn't tell anyone!

But Malva didn't care to hear what she had to say. The smell alone convinced her it was time to go. She shut the door with a deafening thud, and Diantha deflated. Fresh, hot tears streamed down her cheeks. "Sh– She..." Silent sobs wracked her body.

"There there," Drasna cooed. She took Diantha's head in her hands, bringing the woman between her cleavage so she could cry in comfort. "You're okay. It's okay."

"It's not okay!" Diantha wailed.

"Anthy..."

"She saw us!" There was no consoling her this time. Diantha knew her life was over. She wasn't talking about resigning from her position. She was talking about having to go full hermit lifestyle from the shame. She couldn't take the embarrassment. "She— She'll tell everyone and— and...!"

Drasna kissed the top of her head. "No, no. It's alright. In fact, I think this is a good thing."

Diantha pulled her face out of Drasna's breasts, mouth agape. She looked at the woman with betrayal and pain in her eyes. How could this possibly be good? Was she actively trying to ruin Diantha's life?!

"I was just thinking it would be nice if you had a little sister," Drasna explained simply. She stroked Diantha's hair. "This is all the excuse I needed. So don't worry. Malva will be joining you soon."

Diantha's lips quivered. Her face paled, crimson blush turning pink. Drasna was going to... Malva was about to be...

Oh...

She suddenly had a sinking feeling that everything about her new lifestyle was about to get a lot more intense. Dragging Malva into it was just the beginning, if the glint in Drasna's eyes was anything to go by. Shuddering, feeling her poopy diaper's slime smush against her again, Diantha hiccuped out one final sob.

Whatever happened, she knew she was never having another normal meeting with the Pokémon League ever again.