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Prince Echo had been stressing all week. Between court attendings and diplomatic meetings, he had been waiting for some time to himself. There were no dignitaries arriving and no matters that required his attention, leaving him with a free afternoon that he could spend in his chambers. It was standard for him to make himself comfortable for his little ritual, a little ritual indeed.

He had chosen specific attire: a linen gown and a soft diaper. He sighed with lust as he hid away his aching lily, nectar dripping already into his padding. As much as he enjoyed using them to their full extent, today he wanted to play light and just enjoy the feeling.

He pet the front, moaning softly at the pressure. His wings fluttered softly as he rubbed the diaper into his special parts, panting with need. His little carpel throbbed as he rubbed circles into it. Desperate, he shoved a pillow between his legs, straddling it. He ground down, whining as waves of pleasure pulsed in his core. He imagined how humiliating it would be to have a servant or a noble find him like this. His blush deepened and he parted his lips to silently pant.

"I'm such a naughty boy."

He gasped as his core reached its peak, as he squirted into his padding. He humped the pillow rougher, truly riding out his orgasm. He continued the rest of the afternoon as such, enjoying filling his diaper with stickies.

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Prince Echo had been traveling to a neighboring kingdom with his most trusted knight, Caprice Fortuna. On the 2nd day of the journey, bandits had ransacked the carriage, incapacitating Caprice and taking the Prince as ransom.

They were a coarse bunch, groping and teasing the Prince as they carried him away. The Prince squirmed and protested, especially if they tried to grab his butt or crotch. He tried to be brave for when his knight would rescue him, but the stress caused his bladder to give, swelling the thick travelling diaper. The bandits heard the hiss and one raised an eyebrow as his nose wrinkled. Echo's wings drooped in shame as he stopped struggling. One started laughing, making the prince's face turn red. He tried to hide his face, but the shame was too much. He nervously farted, a sloppy rumble, amplified by his wet padding. Now all of them were laughing. One pulled up the prince's tunic, exposing the soggy fabric to the group. The Prince gasped in surprise and let out another wet fart, tho not without it staining his diaper. The bandit's leader grabbed the soiled padding.

"Disgraceful, and to think you'll be king someday. King of stench more like."

Then an arrow soared through the air, narrowly missing the bandit leader as it hit a tree. The bandits froze as humming wings breezed past the forest undergrowth. Captain Caprice came through the trees, angry that his charge had been accosted. He reached for his sword, but not before the bandits dropped the Prince, running away. Echo sniffled as his soiled diaper smushed into him as he hit the ground. Caprice smelled him immediately, aware of the state of his diaper.

"My hero! thank you Cappi!"

Caprice picked up the regressed prince, balancing him on his hip. He was happy to see his prince calming in his arms. "I'll change you when we get to the next town, my little stinker."

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Echo was training with Caprice for the day, sharpening his sword skills. The diapered faerie prince toddled slightly in his padding, but his wrist work made up for what his feet couldn't. Caprice dared not judge his charge's weakness, instead focusing on the strengths in his technique.

After an hour of successful fundamentals, Echo asked if he could try sparring. Nervous that he would be too advanced for the prince, Caprice called over Frond, one of the new recruits. The young knight was eager to prove his worth and honored to spar the prince. Echo took his stance, elegantly extending his sword to initiate. The younger knight took a lunge, blades clashing. The session went on for a few more hours, with Caprice training both on things to improve.

The afternoon shifted to a golden glow across the training yard. Echo stretched and yawned.

"I think that's enough for one day, I think it's time to go clean off."

Caprice nodded and helped assist the prince out of his armor. That's when Frond heard a slight rustle. Echo looked at him with a smile.

"Training pants, I'm sure you understand."

Frond looked confused. Caprice cleared his throat.

"Our leige has certain needs that require extra protection."

Frond's eyes grew bigger as the realization set in. It made sense now as to why the prince's hips swayed with a rustle, or why he waddled a little as he sparred. His face flushed.

"My apologies, your highness, how unwise of me."

Echo gently reached to place a hand on his shoulder.

"There is no need to beg my mercy, you would need to know sometime if you were to be added to my personal guard. I could see it in your future with how quick you learned today. Why don't you join us while we clean up?"

Frond's eyes lit up with surprise. Echo beckoned Caprice over and whispered in his ear. Caprice nodded in approval.

"To the bathhouse."

They walked to the building along the west wall of the training yard, a chamber of basins for bath spells and racks of toiletries. Once inside, Echo sat on the bench and began removing his shoes and trousers.

"I don't think it'd be fair to you Cappi if I don't go before cleaning up." Echo leaned back, showing his diaper to the two knights. Frond moved to avert his gaze but Caprice gave him an encouraging bump with his elbow: a sign that it is acceptable to watch.

"As my personal bodyguard, Caprice has taken on more duties than the average knight as you'd imagine. That includes helping with things like this..." Echo trailed off as his face scrunched up. Frond looked intrigued as a hissing sound filled the air. Echo punctuated his pissing with a short loud fart. Frond blushed but did not dare look away. Caprice smiled as his prince grunted and farted in his diaper. Echo smiled up at the two knights as he tried to push more.

"No poopies right now, I'm sorry Cappi."

The captain ruffled the prince's hair and pet at the front of his diaper.

"Still made a nice mess for me to clean any way."

"Maybe you can help me?" The Prince waggled his butt, trying to be enticing, but mainly looking cute.

Frond felt his member stiffen at the way the two spoke to each other and at the display his prince had given him. It felt wrong on so many levels but the curiosity was too arousing. Echo noticed Frond's hard on.

"Oh? Do you want to help?"

Frond eagerly nodded as the prince stood to approach. He shuddered as the royal tugged at his waistband, freeing his flaring cock.

"What do you think Cappi, do you think his dust will help my tummy?"

Caprice gives his blessing.

Echo pulled down the younger knights trousers, licking at his shroom graciously, gently stimulating Frond. Caprice raised the prince's hips, pulled down the wet diaper, and lined up with the Echo's ass. While Echo sucked off Frond, Caprice gently fucked the prince's ass, hoping to coax out the remainder of his afternoon accident.

Frond found himself groaning as the prince's mouth teased him, the poor knight never having experienced such a level of intimacy. Echo's moans vibrated along his shaft as his hole was pounded by the stronger Caprice. They continued for another 45 minutes, the prince's hole filled with Caprice's spores and Frond's cock swollen from the orgasms he had filled Echo's mouth with.

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Caprice had no doubt that he was the luckiest man in the world. He had a comfy place among the royal guard, and what's more was his charge was the cutest little assignment he could ever hope for. He learned much about himself since being assigned the prince's bodyguard, among just how his own desires flourished. The Prince wasn't bad looking at all, and while he had some unconventional conditions, over time the captain found himself further intrigued by the issues that required further care.

When first placed as the prince's protector, he was made aware of another protector: the prince's padding. While he was expected to monitor and keep the prince out of harm's way, he was not required to handle the prince's accidents as that was a servant's duty. It was intriguing to know that someone of such grace had such a nasty secret, that someone of such poise could have little control.

For the first few months, Prince Echo would barely acknowledge his accidents to the knight, instead resigning to calling a staff member once he had realized he wet himself. Since he had better control with his bowel movements, he would often excuse himself to privacy. Sometimes Caprice could hear the raucous gas the prince produced, only to be surprised at the arousal from even hearing something so uncouth.

The day he caught the prince having a full accident, he was assisting the prince on detailing the next ball when he heard the gurgles from the royal's tummy. Echo had excused himself with a blush, but as there were dignitaries visiting, Caprice didn't feel comfortable to let him roam far. He had stealthily followed the prince, to surprise unsuspecting danger of course. When he found the prince behind a slightly ahar door, he was on all fours, ass in the air, as he absolutely filled his diaper to the brim. He was sweaty and panting from the force of the mess, wings twitching at each push, and Caprice noticed how he had grabbed at the crotch of his diaper.

The knight couldn't help himself, grabbing at his own crotch, rubbing his growing shroom as he watched his prince fully debase himself unknowingly. After a few more farts and crackles, the prince whined as he came in his diaper. Caprice followed suit, breath hitching on a grunt as he tried to keep quiet. He quickly moved from the door as Echo looked up to where he was watching, careful to not be caught.

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The prince stood up, sweating and blushing as he shuffled his legs awkwardly. He opened the door and headed back to the meeting room where he left his guard. Caprice couldn't help but watch him as he walked past, the squish of his diaper obvious to anyone listening. Echo had never looked so adorable, his cheeks flushed, wings twitching behind him as he tried to pretend nothing was wrong. The knight couldn’t resist stepping forward, clearing his throat softly to announce his presence.

"My apologies, your highness, would you like me to find a servant to change you?"

Prince Echo froze mid-step, his wings flaring wide in shock before drooping in embarrassment. His rosy blush deepened as he clutched at the front of his swollen diaper, shifting uncomfortably.

"Please..." His squeaked. Caprice bit his lip to suppress a grin at the adorable sight of the prince's lower lip wobbling. Without thinking, he reached out, gently brushing a stray curl from Echo's damp forehead.

"If it's alright, my liege," he spoke softly, showing care to not disturb his prince, "I could handle it instead if it's more comfortable."

Echo's wings trembled, and his breath hitched. Nobody but the servants had ever offered before. He gave a tiny nod, unable to meet his knight's gaze as Caprice carefully guided him back to his private chambers. The squish of the prince's messy padding echoed faintly in the hall, each step making him whimper. Caprice laid out fresh supplies with practiced efficiency, trying not to stare at the way Echo fidgeted, how his cheeks burned as he stood there, diaper sagging slightly. He looked so vulnerable.

"Would you like me to help you lie down, your highness?" The knight kept his voice low, soothing, resisting the urge to touch before permission. When Echo nodded again tiny, shy. Caprice gently guided him onto the soft changing mat. Echo whined as the knight's fingers grazed the waistband of his diaper, the air hitting his damp skin as it was pulled down. The smell was thick and Caprice bit back a groan as he took in the sight: the prince's thighs sticky with sweat, his lily still nectar soaked from earlier, nestled in the mess he'd made. Echo hid his face behind his hands as Caprice wiped him clean, the warm cloth dragging against sensitive skin. His wings twitched when the knight lingered a moment too long between his legs, fingertips pressing the outer petals just enough to make him squirm.

"Almost done," Caprice murmured, watching Echo's toes curl as he taped up the fresh diaper, snug against his hips.

The prince peeked between his fingers, breath hitching when he saw the knight's expression: hungry but restrained. His wings fluttered nervously as Caprice helped him sit up, strong hands lingering on his waist. Neither spoke for a moment, the air thick with something unsaid, until Echo's stomach gurgled again. He squeaked, pressing both hands over his tummy, but Caprice just chuckled, thumb brushing the prince's lower lip.

"I don't mind cleaning that one up too when you need it."

Echo's entire face burned at his guardian's comment. Caprice could feel the prince's rapid heartbeat through his fingertips where they still rested against that soft waist. The knight leaned in, inhaling the faint floral scent clinging to Echo's sweat-dampened skin.

"Would his highness permit me?" His voice whispered over the prince's ear as one hand slid lower, fingertips tracing the elastic edge of the fresh diaper. "To make this part of my official duties?"

Echo's wings snapped open with a soft flutter, his breath catching in his throat. The prince had never been touched like this. Caprice's fingers traced slow circles just above the waistband of the fresh diaper, his other hand sliding up to cup Echo's cheek. The prince leaned into the touch instinctively, eyelashes fluttering as he struggled to form words.

"You'd... want to?" His voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief.

"It would be an honor." The knight's breath warmed Echo's neck, making his wings twitch. "I'd take care of every messy little accident." His thumb pressed lightly against the prince's lower belly, feeling the faint gurgle beneath. "Every wet morning. Every desperate filling."

"I think I would like that"

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In a secluded corner of the gardens, Prince Echo sat with his personal guard, enjoying some fresh blackberry hand tarts. They chatted as he absentmindedly munched, getting a few small pastries in before Caprice gave him a soft warning on overeating. The prince just laughed and took another tart, popping it in his mouth. A soft toot escaped from his now clenched hole, surprising him. He looked up to his guard, apologetic and pained.

"I told you, you shouldn’t have eaten that many," Caprice muttered, pulling the smaller faerie into his lap. Heat flooded the prince's cheeks as he felt the familiar pressure building in his tummy. His fingers twisted in the fabric of his embroidered robe, knowing he definitely overdid it.

"But the blackberry ones are just sooo good..." Echo winced as a cramp gurgled through his tummy. "I don't think I can make it back to my chambers in time." Caprice sighed through his nose and began rubbing slow circles into his charge's abdomen.

"It would seem so. You're already clenching, your highness. Just let it happen."

Echo squirmed as his knight held him. Caprice's sturdy hands rubbed pressured circles into his tummy, causing him to whine as his cramps grew stronger. His star pulsed with each wave, and soon his padding filled out with pee: a warning that his poop would soon follow. The damp warmth blooming through the plush lining of Echo's padding made Caprice's pulse jump, not from disgust, but from that protective instinct that always flared when Echo acted like a spoiled brat needing help.

"Come on," Caprice murmured, pressing Echo's hips back against his own thighs as the prince groaned. He could feel the way Echo's stomach clenched, the muscles tensing under his fingertips. The prince's little star quivered as cramps overtook him, and his hole fluttered as puffs of dessert tainted farts vibrated against Caprice's lap. Caprice carefully hugged his prince through his soiling. Each bulge and flex of that tight hole sent another wave of hot air sputtering into the padding against Caprice's thigh. Echo's face twisted in embarrassment, but Caprice just hummed approvingly, rubbing lower now, fingers brushing the swollen diaper teasingly. Echo whined and pushed back, his hole spasming as another bubbling fart slipped free. His thighs trembled as his body fought itself—too ashamed to push but too desperate to hold back. Caprice whispered praises to his prince, encouraging the inevitable. Echo gasped sharply, his fingers curling into Caprice's sleeve as his hole pulsed, then bloomed open. A thick, warm turd pressed against the padding, smearing between his cheeks while his diaper smushed around him. The prince whimpered, tears prickling at his lashes—Caprice only held him tighter.

"Shh, just like that," Caprice murmured. The prince's thighs shook as more pushed out, the wet squish of his mess filling the diaper in slow, heavy surges. The scent of warm pastry and berries mingled with musk, humid against Caprice's leg where Echo sagged against him.

"It feels like a lot.... So sticky!" Echo squealed as Caprice cupped the mushy padding at the front.

"That's what happens when you get greedy," Caprice chuckled, pressing his palm deeper into the warm mess now molding around Echo's thighs. The prince whimpered at the touch, his filthy lily growing wet at the touch.

"You're enjoying this," Caprice teasingly murmured, his fingers tracing the squishy outline of Echo's mess through the soaked padding. The prince whimpered, his cocklet straining in the messy prison. Caprice stops causing the prince to whine pitifully. He smirked as Echo ground against him with need.

"Such a greedy little prince," he teased, "but I did warn you about eating all those treats. I'm not rewarding this mess."

"Pleeeease Cappi?" Echo whined when his knight abruptly withdrew. The loss of contact left him squirming in filth, his sticky thighs pressing together and wings vibrating with dismay.

"I'll clean you up, your highness," he said, the warning notes in his voice making Echo stiffen. "But no more touching. I can't always spoil you."