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I want to preface that this story is not mine however, I am the one who commissioned it. I have the full permission of the author to post it elsewhere. Please give them your support if you like it they have a Deviantart https://www.deviantart.com/redsabdlcreations and a subscribe star for early access https://subscribestar.adult/redsabdlcreations Hope you all like this! Btw I am deeply interested in commissioning more for diaper stories for thischaracter (or others!) please contact me if you are a interested writer. Prologue Shadowheart’s heavy panting filled the air of the ancient, dark dungeon. The old curved stonework was lit by a deep purple light from magical braziers above. The gold inlay on the floor glinted with the supernatural light. Her pride as a cleric was bolstered by the four umbral gems clinking in her pouch. She’d descended through the tomb, fought through the undead justiciars on her own, and bested the Gauntlet of Shar without any helpful clues from her Mother Superior. Before her stood the prize she’d been sent after, a black framed portal wreathed in gold accents. It shimmered with mysterious purple magic and loomed at one end of the room, its divine energy permeating the space. Shadowheart could feel her connection to her goddess Shar strengthen the closer she got to it. “Stare into the mirror and share with our goddess your ‘own secret’ so that you might be one of the chosen of our order.” Shadowheart said, repeating the instructions that Mother Superior Viconia DeVir had given her before arriving. An unnatural twang of nervousness struck her, causing Shadowheart to pull back from the artifact. Immediately she chastised herself for her faltering faith, telling herself that Lady Shar would never harm her devoted, nor would the Mother Superior send her to do something she thought Shadowheart would be unable to do. Shadowheart approached the mirror, gazing into it and allowing the divine magic of her goddess to flow through her and pick at the memories within. The process was less than pleasant and immediately made Shadowheart reconsider her earlier hesitation. The celestial energy was ripping through her with violent intensity, filling her head with a dull roar as it snaked through her memories to rip out whatever memory would be a secret shared between her and Shar. She sucked in a harsh breath attempting to bear down against the magical assault. “N-no, this isn’t what I wanted. NOT THIS!” Shadowheart was shouting now, unconcerned with the fact that she may alert any undead that still existed within the tomb. Her current battle with the mirror was far more important. Shadowheart fought and pulled against the mirror’s magic, trying to prematurely end its exploratory probe into her mind. She was dismayed to learn that the mirror was intent on not letting her go. Her struggles yielded no relief as she couldn’t break away from the mirror’s hold. “Why… Why can’t I break out?” she asked, “Lady Shar! Release me please!” Her call for divine intervention received no answer, leaving her stuck in the theft of her memory. She had the vague thought that this was an oddly familiar sensation before she felt a snap in her head. A thread somewhere deep within had been pulled to taut, brought to a point of breaking by the extreme arcane pressure. Something hadn’t just been taken from her, The mirror broke something within Shadowheart. Act 1 The dark-haired cleric’s eyes snapped open suddenly as if she’d been startled awake by a bad dream. She blinked hard, trying to remember what had been playing through her subconscious but no matter how hard she tried, Shadowheart couldn’t recall what she’d been dreaming about. She stopped worrying about it and stretched in her bed, wincing at the slight soreness that’d spread all over her body. Even after a full day of rest, her trip to the Grand Mausoleum had left an impression on her body even if there wasn’t one on her mind. The memory of her trip had been wiped from her memory, much like the nightmare that’d jolted her awake. Most would be concerned by this but for her, this wasn’t an unusual occurrence. As a member of a church whose goddess traded in secrets, important things were often erased from the cleric’s minds for confidentiality. Rather than worrying about a past she couldn’t remember, Shadowheart focused on the now. The order had set up their camp outside the Shadow-Cursed Lands in a mountain pass and they overlooked the ancient Rosymorn Monastery from their perch. It'd been a wonderful view that gave the assembled clerics something to look at while they waited. There wasn't much to do for them since they’d taken a day to rest after Shadowheart’s mission to the Grand Mausoleum. She’d returned in a state of exhaustion. They’d be moving on after this morning though, returning to the Grand Cloister in Baldur’s Gate. With quite a lot to do awaiting her, she rolled out of bed, heading for her discarded camp leathers sitting atop her personal belongings trunk. The tight garments slipped over her like a comfortable glove, making her feel comfortably confident. Exiting her tent revealed a camp bustling with activity. Already the other acolytes had started packing up the camp, getting things prepped to move. “Hmmm. Perhaps I allowed myself to oversleep.” Shadowheart said to herself, wishing that she’d started helping sooner. Logically that meant that she should start breaking down her tent now, instead, she strode toward the mess tent at the far edge of camp. This would be her last chance to enjoy a hot meal until they made it back to Baldur’s Gate and she had no interest in wasting that opportunity. Several of the other clerics sat gathered around the cooking fire, enjoying its heat in the cool morning while they slurped up spoonfuls of the hearty stew made by the camp cook. “Good morning Sister,” One of the clerics sitting around the fire said, “You seem to be moving much faster today, feeling better after a day of rest?” Shadowheart was pretty sure this woman's name was Kirivi. She was a lower-level cleric with brilliant red hair that Shadowheart had seen around the cloister occasionally but she didn't make much of an impression. “I am feeling significantly better, thank you.” Shadowheart said with a nod, “My quest to the Grand Mausoleum proved to be very tiring. I do appreciate the time you all allowed me to rest.” Kirivi nodded. “Of course, your mission is what sent us out here. We’ve come to support you at the will of our Mother Superior.” Shadowheart detected a hint of vitriol in the other cleric’s voice as if her mission had been an inconvenience to Kirivi. The dark-haired cleric bent at the waist to ladle some of the stew into a bowl, sending a swaggering, brash smile at the cleric. “I suppose our Lady Shar can’t relay a divine quest to the Mother Superior for all of us. We’re all chosen for a grand purpose someday.” The retort had been somewhat harsh but it had the intended effect of shutting down the cleric’s vitriol. Shadowheart turned with a flourish stepping away from the group to enjoy the stew in her tent. She made it a total of six steps before stopping, frozen in place by a strange and uncomfortable feeling. In her lower abdomen, an incredible pressure pushed out against her other organs. Her bladder was full to bursting, sloshing with all the liquid left over from her night of restful sleep. Shadowheart tried to do whatever it was one did when they felt the urge to void their bladder only to discover that the concept didn’t exist in her mind. “I… no, it’s so shameful I can’t just go here but I… what do I do when I have to pee? Where does one go to urinate!?” She was panickedly searching for the knowledge within her mind only to come up blank. She’d been so focused on her lost knowledge that she hadn’t devoted any time to stopping herself from peeing her pants. The front of her panties warmed with a steady stream of shame pouring from her body. It soaked through the silken material in moments, only to meet the much thicker and less permeable material of her leather trousers. The fiery urine pooled around her groin, desperate to spill over in the tight leather of her trousers. Trickles of it wormed their way down the legs of her pants, dribbling onto the ground around her shoes and leaving a damp puddle on the ground around her. One of her hands flew to her groin while the other tossed the bowl of stew aside and tried to cover her butt. As watertight as her trousers were, the amount of urine pooling within them was pushing their limits and a dark stain was starting to form across its surface. “No No No. Don’t look!” she shouted, her face turning red from embarrassment. As she blushed, tears also started welling up in her eyes as she heard the collected gasps of disbelief. From the crowd, one cruel smile peeked through, Kirivi was watching with a vindictive look painted on her face. Act 2 The next few moments were a whirlwind for Shadowheart. Several apostles of Shar grabbed her from the center of camp and whisked her away toward the tent of the Grand Cleric. The leading cleric of this expedition, Sariel, stared at her. Despite the fact they were the same height, Shadowheart got the feeling that she was being looked down upon. The woman kept her mouth in a tight line, awaiting an explanation. “I-I don’t know what happened.” Shadowheart explained, “I started voiding with no warning.” “And you couldn’t hold it?” Sariel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Hold it?” Shadowheart asked, confused by the concept. “Yes, clamp the muscles so you might make it to the chamberpot.” Again Shadowheart was confused and cocked her head. “Chamber… pot?” She watched a look of disappointed understanding crossed the Grand Cleric’s face. She nodded before instructing Shadowheart to remove her trousers while she turned around. Shadowheart gasped at the command, unsure whether or not to obey it. Sariel turned back with a strange shiny rectangle in her hand. “You will not have to be concerned about this problem once I’m done. Do as I say.” she commanded. The confidence Sariel displayed should have unnerved Shadowheart but instead, she felt comforted by the authoritative tone. The concept that she wouldn’t have to deal with or worry about this problem took a tremendous weight off of her. With a little sigh of relief, the dark-haired Cleric hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked leathers and her panties at the same time, dropping them both to the dirt floor of the tent. The Grand Cleric took her hand and laid her down on the grandiose bed at one end of her tent. Using a basin of water and a rag, Sariel wiped down Shadowheart’s groin and legs, clearing the remnants of her accident that clung to her skin. The water was cool against her thighs and sent relaxing shivers through her body. It was followed by a slick tincture that covered her groin. The Cleric’s fingers glided across the smooth skin of her pubis mons, leaving behind a thin film across her delicate bits. She discovered this was purposeful because a white powder rained down like snow to cling to it. “I will give you these bottles when you leave, you must apply them in the same order I have to prevent a rash.” “Rash?” she asked. Sariel nodded, unfolding the rectangle of plush material and slipping it beneath Shadowheart’s rear. “Yes, since you lack the ability to make it to a chamberpot, you’ll be diapered. After several uses, you’ll need to change yourself into a new nappy. I trust this will be easier for you. It’ll at least keep you from making a mess once we get to the cloister.” Shadowheart’s mind was wracked with questions but she held her tongue, doing her best to absorb the information being thrown at her while the Grand Cleric pulled up the front of the diaper. With no knowledge of a chamberpot, she could only assume that this was the correct way to deal with her voiding problem. After her change, Sariel helped her up and handed her a leather bag with the tinctures and a supply of diapers inside. “This should last you until we return to the cloister. As for your clothing, I will have some of the acolytes clean your leathers. You’ll have them by tomorrow.” Before she could ask one of the many questions filling her mind, she was ushered out of the tent with the leather bag filling her arms. The morning sun reflected off of her new bright, white diaper, drawing the gaze of the other clerics directly to her diapered rump. Shadowheart blushed, waddling back to her tent in a daze. Act 3 The wheels of a carriage clattered against the stone road on the way to Baldur’s Gate. A day had already passed since Shadowheart’s accident in the mess tent, as had her strange interaction with Sariel. She’d already changed herself twice since then, gradually getting used to the feeling of releasing into them. Using her diapers was one thing, but changing and disposing of them had become a clandestine affair. Shadowheart felt so embarrassed about her new condition despite not actually knowing of a better solution so she tried to execute her changes hidden away in her tent while also disposing of her diapers away from the rest of the camp. Now that she was riding in a mostly private carriage, that embarrassment was well behind her and she could fully relax without the prying eyes of the other clerics. The gentle rocking of the carriage was lulling her into a state of serenity so much so that her eyelids started fluttering as the cart traveled. She hardly even reacted when a spray of piss started to soak the front of her current diaper. The padding beneath the plastic shell swelled as it drank the urine streaming from her body growing in proportion to the liquid stored in her bladder. The worry that her diaper would fail to contain her accident remained ever-present in the back of her mind. If she could have tempered the flow, Shadowheart would have but the very concept of control was beyond her anyway. Luckily for her, a puddle didn’t form beneath her. Shadowheart's diaper contained the accident completely. There was a certain comfort to her pee being caught and held against her when she couldn’t control her bladder. The Grand Cleric had been right, Shadowheart didn’t have to concern herself with the issue of her accidents any longer. The flow stemmed itself as her bladder emptied, leaving the warm sap core hugging her groin. Shadowheart let her thoughts return to the rocking of the carriage with the gentle bumps lulling her into a drowsy state. “There’s still a day’s ride to the cloister. I’m sure a change can wait till after I enjoy a nap.” Act 4 Returning to the House of Grief proved more stressful than Shadowheart would have liked. The comfort she felt on the trail home proved to be a moment of solace before a storm of suffering. She and the acolytes of Shar barely started to unpack the caravan when they returned before one of the clerics who’d remained at the cloister was sent to find her amongst the gathered Shar worshippers. “Lady Shadowheart, The Mother Superior wishes to speak to you down in her quarters at once.” A shiver ran up Shadowheart’s spine upon hearing the woman’s title. She respected Viconia DeVir for her devotion to the Nightsinger. Only she matched Shadowheart’s zealotry toward the goddess. That fanaticism made her all the more difficult to deal with, she proved to be intense. “At least Sareil kept her word about my leathers being clean. I don’t have to walk into Mother Superior’s quarters with my nappy exposed.” The idea made Shadowheart blush bright red again, a situation that was becoming a common occurrence for her. Once she’d finally waddled her way into the secret cloister and down to the barracks for the worshippers of Shar, Shadowheart was feeling slightly winded. The bulk of the diaper proved to be more of a challenge than she’d expected. Its bulk was compressed around her groin beneath the tight leather of her pants, creating a five-inch obstruction between her thighs. This meant she had to walk with a bow-legged toddle that made each step take three times longer and took an astounding amount of energy. Viconia DeVir looked less than amused when Shadowheart finally entered her room causing the cleric to shudder again. “You’ve returned,” The Mother Superior said plainly, “based on the sending I’d received from Sariel you’ve also achieved the goal I’d entrusted to you.” Shadowheart nodded solemnly. “I have to take her word for it, Mother Superior. I have no memory of what happened in the Shadow-Cursed Lands.” “Worry not child, I know more than you need ever remember. You’ve done excellent in doing what I’ve asked. I’d rather prefer to hear what else happened. The part that you do remember.” “I… I couldn’t possibly know what you mean.” Shadowheart lied. She knew that Viconia could only be referencing her padding and the accident she’d had in the middle of the camp. “Remove your trousers.” The Mother Superior commanded, choosing to ignore the lie and cut straight to the point. It was the second time in several days one of her superiors had commanded that she remove her pants to reveal something embarrassing beneath them. It was also the second time she’d obeyed the command, hooking her thumbs into the waist of her trousers and lowering them. Shadowheart waited with bated breath for Viconia to say something. The woman's eyes remained locked on her diaper with a mixture of confusion and disappointment crossing her normally solemn face. “Did you apply this diaper yourself?” The Mother Superior asked. “I… Yes.” Shadowheart confirmed, “Sariel taught me how. She told me I needed to change after a few uses.” Viconia shook her head in disappointment. “I highly doubt Sister Sariel would teach you to haphazardly tape your diaper like this.” she said, stepping forward and picking at the very loose tapes of the diaper she was wearing. “Well I… She didn’t… I…” The usual sass and snark Shadowheart possessed was tempered in the face of her Mother Superior but the tongue-lashing she was currently sending her into a nonverbal shame spiral. “Please don’t offer any more disappointing excuses.” Viconia snapped. Shadowheart felt herself continue to shrink into herself under the weight of her superior’s words. The verbal assault continued even when Shadowheart felt a painful clench in her gut and doubled over. “N-no not now!” Shadowheart exclaimed. So far she’d only wet herself and had been waiting for the inevitable evacuation of her bowels. Given all the camp stew she’d consumed, she was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. In fact, it was just her luck that it was happening now that she was being reprimanded. A rumbling fart interrupted the Mother Superior’s admonishment of her poor tape job, followed by an extremely lewd squelching noise as a weighty lump of mushy matter dropped into the piss-soaked crotch of her diaper. “Ngh, guhhh. C-c-can’t stop my bowels from v-v-voiding…” Shadowheart groaned. One push followed another and then another after that. Shadowheart was dumping an embarrassing amount of excrement into her pants, quickly filling out the space in the back of her diaper. It sagged further and further, brought down by the ever-increasing weight. The more she pooped, the more she worried that the shoddy tape job Viconia had pointed out failing. If it did, she wouldn’t be able to keep from making an even bigger mess in front of the Mother Superior. Luckily, her diaper’s tapes held fast apparently kept in place by the grace of Lady Shar’s divine intervention. The Nightsinger must not have wanted to see Shadowheart make an even bigger fool of herself. Above her, the Mother Superior stood statue still, waiting for her cleric to finish her expulsion wordlessly. When the last of her accidental release dumped into the back of her diaper, Shadowheart expected Viconia to continue berating her. Instead, she approached the dark-haired cleric with a shake of her head. “I’m surprised to see that careless tape job held given how much you packed that nappy. You’re very lucky that there wasn’t a much bigger mess.” “I’ll do better.” Shadowheart promised, looking up at her pleadingly. “No, you will not.” Viconia shot back, “From now on you will not change your own diaper. It’s obvious you cannot be trusted with such a task. Instead, whenever you require a change, you’ll have to ask a higher member of our order to help you.” “Y-you can’t… I can’t do that!” Shadowheart exclaimed, feeling her cheeks burn at the thought of asking any other clerics for help. “You can and will.” Viconia said. “It’ll start right now. Your diaper is full, you must ask a superior for a change. Do it.” “I…” Shadowheart hesitated, knowing what Viconia was asking of her was unavoidable. “I need a change, will you please help me Mother Superior?” She nodded, pulling a hard mat from beneath her bed and setting it on the ground. “This time, yes I will.”

Hello my fellow nerds! I'm a new DM and have recently started a campaign with my friends. We're 4 sessions in and, while I have ideas for stuff I want to happen later on, I need some ideas for "filler" sessions. I would be greatful for any ideas, be they simple or complex, especially if they involve more than just combat. Anything could spark my imagination and become my next adventure. Thanks in advance!