Kill La Kill Diaperverse

Ryuko couldn’t move, but she could feel everything. The soft skin of Nanon’s ass somehow reacted with the cotton and Life fibers she’d been reduced to. She didn’t have skin anymore, but she still felt it. And the soft, almost perfect skin of the band leader’s ass was both arousing her and pissing her off!

But that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was by far the mushy poop spread between Nanon’s as and her false cotton fiber body. It was hot at first, but by now, hours later with Nanon sleeping in her giant, ornate, white and pink crib, it was cold and starting to get hard and crunchy.

She could feel it collecting in the creases and folds in her fake body. With Nanon sleeping in the fetal position there was no way for it to spread or move. It was violating. Humiliating. Disgusting.

Ryuko wanted to wake Nanon up and scream at her until her voice gave up. Then she wanted desperately to turn back and kick her ass. But before she went to sleep Nanon’s magical control of Ryuko’s diaper form had effectively sewn her mouth shut. She couldn’t talk, scream, or even mumble. And with the torturous and large amount of poop spread over what was now basically her back, part of Ryuko was cracking. She couldn’t even sleep to try and ignore the smell, indignity, and feeling.

All Ryuko could do was wait, wait for hours, for Nanon to wake up.