(Not gonna ask for an edit for this, but technically since she's bent over forward, you'd be laying the diaper on her, not visa versa. Sorry, I can be a pedantic asshole sometimes.)

Margret looked over her shoulder warily, her one free arm still a bit useless since she couldn't do much more than wave it around. "What are you doing?" She asked, confused, as she saw him grab a knife. She was a little worried that the Daemon had made him go crazy and he was about to stab her in the back, but he only cut away her Jumpsuit... which was almost as scary.

"Gabriel, let me up," she said, tugging at the shackles on her left wrist. They were pretty damned strong, she doubted if even Gabriel could break them, but she tried anyways. Feeling the diaper as he wrapped it around her crotch, she stiffened and tried to wriggle away.

(Oh, right, and it's ok dude)

Mechanically, and without saying a single word, Gabriel set about his task. Folding the large diaper around her supple rear, he held it with his robotic hand. Using his organic one, he deftly attached the tapes. He then smacked her rump

Behind still sensitive from the whacks the Deamon had given her, and Gabriel's own strength being far greater than he was used to, Margret yelped and tried fruitlessly to jerk away. "What the hell?" She asked, confused. Feeling her belly start to rumble, she twisted her neck to look over her shoulder at Gabriel. "You're scaring me, Gabriel."

Gabriel didn't respond,mas he taped a diaper on himself, having pulled his pants down, and gotten out a new pair. He, after struggling, pulled them over his new undergarment. Having heard the rumbling, he placed a hand on her stomach, and began to apply pressure.

Margret's eyes went wide and she blushed a bit, but with only one arm free she could barely even turn on her side. "S-stop it," she said, struggling and twisting helplessly as the pressure in her gut grew. It was faster than it should have been, and it felt like a bigger issue than could be possible considering how little she usually ate. Sure, dinner had been pretty big, but that was... Twenty minutes ago? That couldn't be making a difference.

And yet, her legs were trembling as she tried in vain to hold it. "Stop!" She said again, yanking with all her enhanced strength at the unbreakable shackle.

The shackle groaned as she struggled against it, but the daemon magic enforced cuffs did not open. Gabriel continued to apply pressure, slowly rubbing her stomach, a large mass of dung made it's way through her bowels. They slowly inched towards e exit, brushing against her sphincter.

Unable to really fight back, Margret bit down on her tongue and grunted a bit as her gut gave way. The back of the diaper was pushed out a bit and crinkled as she lost control, mess filling the back of the diaper in a mudslide. It took almost a minute before she was done, and the diaper was pretty full, but even with the large bulge making it sag a bit, the diaper held well and seemed like it could take another half dozen such accidents before it had any troubles keeping things contained.

Gabriel finally withdrew his hand. The daemon's mental suggestions finally ended, as his eyes returned to their natural state. He blinked, his head swimming. Daemons fraking with your brain in the Warp tended to do that to you. "Marg?" He asked woozily,before he passed ou on the floor.

"Yeah, it's me," Margret said, wriggling uncomfortably in her loaded diaper. "What the hell were you-" She heard the 'Thump' as he fell to the floor, unconscious, and gulped.

She wasn't going to be getting up from that table anytime soon. Diaper rash and discomfort aside, nobody was piloting their ship through the warp.

"Shit..."

As if the daemon before wanted tem to live, possibly for his own sick twisted amusement, no other daemons, lesser or greater, assaulted their ship. Like a worm, the unconscious Gabriel slid back and forth as the ship moved,