"Oh no..." she murmured foggily, a vague sense of sharpness swimming in and out of her eyes. "I had... an accident..."
The entity cocked her head and knelt down, sweeping her legs around Tigress's limp body, and paying extra attention to the crotch of her soggy adult diaper. The misty face nuzzled against hers as warm, buzzing pleasure began to emanate from her diaper, pushing the focus back away from Tigress's eyes. The naughty log of mess loading the seat of the undergarment slowly squished and spread all over her tender buttocks as the swaddling pressure increased, and the giddy kitten began to chant dreamily:
"I had an accident... I had an accident..."
"That's right, you had an accident!" the spirit sighed in relief. "Now... good girls have accidents in their diapers, don't they?"
"No, silly," Tigress giggled. "Only good baby girls have accidents in their diapers!"
"That's right..." the spirit warbled and cocked its head in confusion. "But think about it, Tigress- You're a baby girl, aren't you? And you want to be a good girl, right?"
As relaxed and deeply gone as Tigress's mind was, conflating herself with a baby just seemed a step too far. Was she in a diaper? Yes. Was it soaked and full with the weight of two accidents? Sure... Was her beloved binky, still wet with her own saliva, lying on the floor? Yes- yes. All that and more. But that didn't make her a baby, right? Maybe, in some deep fortress of her mind, she was repulsed by the sticky, soggy padding hugging her crotch, and the slimy mess still slithering its way along her backside...
"Notta baby," she murmured. "Not... a baby..."
"But sweetie, look what you did in your pants!" the spirit took on a more admonishing tone. The hazy, nondistinct appendages phased closer into existence and white feathers, still wrapped in velvety indigo mist, turned Tigress's face toward its own. "Look at that bulge-" the other hand squeezed Tigress's stomach. The feline grunted in childish pleasure as she began messing anew, the rest of her bowels crackling and squishing into the diaper. "-and you're still going! Is this what a big girl looks like to you?"
"You made me go potty..." Tigress retorted, somehow maintaining her dignity in the soiled pamper.
"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" the spirit took another blow even as it tried to hold on, the mist fading from its arms entirely and weakening across the body. Out of the fading hazy cloud, a regal and proud peacock's body began to take shape. "Going potty in your baby pants... like the little baby... that you are."
For the first time, the spirit's voice was mildly threatening, and Tigress whimpered at the sudden change of pace. Her feeble bladder cracked open and pee began to flow into her pants, leaking out of the diaper and into a puddle onto the floor. The eerie feeling of urine dribbling down her legs caused her to press her legs together, and though tears of embarrassment and fright sprung to her eyes, a new form of excitement began to take hold.
"Listen here, little girl," the peacock waved his hand, dispelling the nursery- the illusion- as well as what remained of his disguise. "You are an embarrassment to your proud warrior heritage, and mine. You may have escaped this trap, but it is not the only plan in motion... I will return... And put this depraved fantasy to an end!"
"She-Sh-" Tigress could only stand, blushing madly, as he spread his great feathers and jumped away from the room. "Shen?"
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