Lunch Hits You

You'd hardly been able to relax in the greenery of the beautiful countryside before your gut trembled and you allowed a guttural groan to escape your lips. The entire party turns toward you, Kelsey stopping her conversation with the Knight, and the Goblin tilting her head. Internally, your stomach bubbled, and you felt a GUI notification overtake your vision.

Player receives Debuff!: Sick to Your Stomach [****]. Conditionals:
Player has points in SissyBaby Class! A baby can't eat adult grub!
Player has points in SissySilvertongue Class! A smooth talker who loves the fine life can't eat peasants grub!
Player has points in SissyWimp Class! Wimp's don't eat meat; that's for the big and strong men!
Player has points in SissyBitch Class! Bitches can't eat everyday, normal food.

After reading your GUI, you stumble a bit, and the Goblin supports you. Pain engulfs your gut as you go from being supported on the Goblin's shoulder to passing out on the ground, shrieking in pain as your stomach bubbles and churns like a factory of pain was being run in your gut. You hear your party speak.

"Don't be so loud. I get you're in pain, but monsters might be near!" The Goblin says as you whimper and wallow in your pain. A sudden streak of pain hits you right in the colon, and you shriek loudly, being shushed by Sir Lloyd now.

"You're going to attract attention!" He says as if speaking to a child.

You groan out some words. "My tummy!" Shivering on the ground in pain, you see the Goblin talk to Kelsey, and pull some roots from the ground, then leaves and some twine. Shutting your mouth to stop whatever nonsense is occurring, you find Kelsey holding your nose, forcing you to open it for air. The Goblin shoves some leaves, and Kelsey forces you to begin munching, swallowing them down.

"That's a purgative. Whatever is in your tummy should be coming out any moment now." The Goblin says, and you feel yourself close to vomiting, worked intoa frenzy.

Your team had **** you! Mumbling whatever magic came to mind, you felt the pressure in your throat shift down into your stomach, then into your anus. As the following words crossed your lips, you felt a mess fill the diaper, your eyes going wide.

"My mouth is off limits!" You shout, and feel a GUI notification alert you, and an item pop into the Goblin's hand.

New Spell Discovered - Assembly Via **** Willpower (Lvl. 1 of 1): In times of dire need, and/or exceeding humiliation, you can conjure items from different realities, allowing you access to a variety of tools.
Assembly Via **** Willpower interpreting plea....sufficient humiliation reached with filling your diaper....searching for object. Spawning Pacifier in Goblin's hand to satisfy user request.

Blinking, you realize the Goblin now holds a green and pink pacifier, looking at you with a tilted head. Shoving it into your mouth, and you find yourself gagged with the pacifier, desperately reaching to pull it out. Kelsey stops your hands, but doesn't tie the pacifier; the pink straps dangle.

"You did ask for your mouth to be off limits, now, does your tummy feel better?" She asks with a look one would give to a child. She is stronger than you and restrains you. You nod.

"Good, well, let's get your diap....." Kelsey is cut off by Sir Lloyd and the Goblin both shouting.

"Slimes!"

Kelsey looks up, and you stumble to your feet, your group surrounded by a pack of a dozen or so slimes. Waddling in your diaper, you realize magic won't solve this, nor talking, so you ready sword and shield. Kelsey is protected by Sir Lloyd, and the Goblin is able to defend herself aptly; you're left with four slimes of your own.

One goes down with a simple slice, and you smile as your victory, teeth biting on the pacifier - in your gloating of victory, you lurch as a slime grasps your leg, quickly rushing up your leg, past your dress, and surrounding your pacifier, latching on as if a second skin. Besides for a gleam, it disappears into the material, tying 'iteself' tightly around your noggin. Thrown off balance, you silence one of the slimes, only getting a good blow on a quarter of it, the rest being absorbed by its compatriot. Just like before, you feel it rush your leg, this time stopping at your diaper cover, encasing it in seconds, and then rushing to the tiny bits of the front of the diaper not filled by your mess.

Pulling up your dress, you realize this slime too fades into the material, tightening around the diaper cover to really display the fact that you had a mess in the seat of it - what rushes into your diaper wraps around your cage, as you feel it squeeze your member again, with a tiny bit even slipping into your colon.

It all took less than a second, but you felt every slight change, and noticed your GUI popping up with frantic notifications.

Congrats. Four Slimes subdued: 1.25 by combat, 3.75 by surrender!
Pacifier converted to Slimed Pacifier [Incapable of Removal]; Diaper Cover converted to Slimed Diaper Cover [Incapable of Removal]; Chastity Cage converted to Slimed Chastity Cage[Incapable of Removal]
+2 Points to SissyWimp Class: Eliminating 1.25 slimes
+1 Point to SissyBitch Class: Surrendering to 3.75 slimes
+2 Points to SissyBitch Sub-Class - SissyPussifist: Being a pacifist failure. Fuck you - Emma

In your haste to check your GUI, you hadn't considered your party, but they had been fine, eliminating the other 10 or so slimes with ease. Everyone settles down, with Kelsey being the most affected, seeming to be surprised at combat. She'd done less than you, and you'd lost 75 percent of your opponents; Sir Lloyd calms her down while the Goblin speaks to you.

"Tie your pacifier?" She asks with a look of scorn. "That encounter was your fault. Screaming in the woods like a banshee is stupider than me walking into an elf camp. Don't let it happen again."

Unable to counter back, you nod, beginning to feel hungry in your gut. Kelsey comes up once she is calmed down.

"Change time?" The Knight has his hand on her ass as she flips your dress up, and tries to pull the diaper cover off. Failing, she tries once more, and then again, it staying stuck to your diaper like a second skin. Attempting to pull the diaper itself down, she fails, and looks to you, trying to pull your pacifier out before Sir Lloyd intervenes.

"I know a case of slime attachment when I see one. Son...." He catches himself, looking like thought son didn't fit you, and speaks up. "Erm, boy, did one of the slimes get on you?"

You nod.

"Where?" He asks as your party of three examines where you point - the only problem area is pointing at your chastity cage; Kelsey figures it out.

"His peepee cage!" She says confidently. Blushing, you nod, and everyone understands.

Lloyd sighs. "Well, it's common enough, but usually only happens on women or animals. We're so close to the grotto that we might as well find it's secrets and then get him a druid to detach them."

You shake your head. This messy diaper had to get off your waist, now! Kelsey seems to understand your pleas, and pats your head into her chest. "Sorry dear, I think Lloyd's right. Why don't you ride on his horsey so you don't have to walk in that mess?"

Lloyd picks you up like a child and puts you on the horse, the mess of the diaper spreading all over your bum; you three continue ahead to the grotto - just what might you encounter?

What do you encounter?

- Nothing: Get in, get out

- A cult?

- A mysterious cavern filled with secrets, not all threatening....

- More slimes?

- Something else?