This choice: The barracks were now a nursery • Go Back... Honestly, it would have been difficult for an abstract interdimensional entity to make subtle changes to what had previously been basically a completely empty room. Still, as Tigress scanned the room, she realized that the small dresser in which she stored her outfits had been expanded slightly and several assorted pacifiers and bottles were arrayed on the top. Her bed was also ever so barely sunk into the floor and covered with a tightly woven sheet of reeds that usually hung on walls to wick away moisture. As the slow moments of inspection ticked by, the hard wood floorboards were covered by a thick sheet of the same hazy fog of the portal, now thickened and lavender under her feet. She tapped the floor experimentally with her foot and found it unusually soft, like a plush carpet.
"What's going on here?" she wondered aloud.
"Is everything alright in here?" a figure shrouded in the lavender smoke swept through the closed door and entered the room. The dark clouds of mist were occasionally interspersed with the bright crackling of light within its chest, like a beating cosmic heart. Two gentle, glowing eyes focused on Tigress as its hazy, incoherent appendages embraced her. A warbly but unmistakably feminine voice wafted gently to her as if the room itself was speaking. "Oh, what are you doing without your pacifier? Standing upright too? Oh, no, no, no, dear."
The end of the smoke drifted up to Tigress's mouth and a dim pulse of energy rushed outward, materializing into a pacifier. Almost immediately, a rush of absolute calmness overtook her body and her eyes glazed over in contentment as her legs crumpled beneath her. As deeper and deeper she sank, there was one last obstacle to be taken care of before the bliss owned her entire body. On autopilot, a content smile grew on Tigress's face as she squatted.
"Hnngggh," she grunted and pushed.
An even greater sense of contentment and peace passed over her as the seat of her diaper tented out with mess and even came with a rising sense of dull pleasure as the full weight of it occupied the wet diaper between her legs. Though before the squishy, slimy sensation of her waster against her toned legs might have made her whimper, in the embrace of this shroud, all her cares seemed to melt away, absorbed by the padding. Her curious paw drifted down to her crotch and pressed down eagerly.
"Ah~" her eyes opened just a crack.
Even with the contentment and the new pleasure, a brief pulse of realization and disgust stirred her analytical brain. If she refused to act, the spark would go out as suddenly as it appeared, and the smile on her face would continue to deepen. If she forced the call of duty up to the fore, there might be the slightest chance of recovery to normal. But why would she want that?
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