Fire Emblem: A Spreading Flame

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Titania squirmed in her seat at the meeting table. She desperately wanted to pay attention, but her bladder was crying out for relief, and it took all of her attention to keep from holding herself or losing it. She could feel her stomach rumbling as well, and she periodically released, a soft, silent fart. Clenching her muscles, the tried hard to keep her focus on the discussion at hand. Ike, Elincia, and the Sanaki were discussing some mission, some battle plan, and the discussion was getting heated. Sigrun stood slightly behind the apostle, always on duty.

Suddenly, Titania gasped. Her normally powerful muscles were giving out, and a patch of warmth grew around her crotch. She quickly regained control, but it now felt warm down there. Reaching down to check, she gasped in surprise. Instead of her normal uniform she wore a white frilly dress. Moving it aside, she found in place of her usual leggings there was a puffy white garment. She was wearing a diaper! She was not some child, to be confined in such a garment! What was going on!? The paladin could find no explanation, and grudging let her skirt fall back into place, leaving the humiliating garment there. Turning her focus back to the argument, which had gotten even worse. She couldn’t bring herself to intervene as she usually would, mind focused too much on the crinkly garment wrapped around her bottom. Even worse, she was peeing and there was nothing she could do about it. It started as a slow trickle, warmth slowly seeping into her diaper, but it got worse and worse, and soon she was full blown peeing herself. She could feel the detestable garment expanding, and eventually it reached its limit, pee escaping and staining the back of her white child’s dress, a bit of pee trickling down her powerful legs. She could feel her bowels moving, and she let out a powerful fart as well, blushing furiously as she felt a small lump of poo escape with it.
Luckily, her fart was drowned out by a particularly angry shout from Ike. The room fell silent moments later as a loud ppbbllrrtt sound came from the Apostle. The young girl blushed, holding her bottom in an attempt to stop it but failing. Tears were in her eyes, and it seemed Ike had scared the young girl enough to break her normally confident exterior and make her soil herself. Sigrun stepped up, carefully lifting Sanaki’s dress and checking her diaper, which was clearly yellowed at the front and bulging at the back. “Yep, you need a change. Come on.” The pegasus knight lifted the protesting Sanaki and carried her from the room. Titania took a moment to wonder why on earth the apostle was wearing a diaper. Maybe she was just that age still? But Ike and Mist had been out of diapers far earlier than that…

Ike angrily stomped out of the room, leaving only Elincia and Titania left. The green haired princess rose, and Titania noticed Princess Crimea’s own dress was a frilly, childish one as well, albeit with the same orange color as her normal one. Elincia approached her, eyes noting the wetness visible on Titania’s legs. “It looks like you need a change as well, Commander.” The princess told her, smiling slightly.

“I…no I…” Titania couldn’t find coherent words, horrified the princess knew about what was happening to her.

“Don’t worry. It happens to all of us.” Elincia replied. She lifted her dress up a bit, flashing Titania a well used diaper. Letting her dress fall, she started towards the door. Titania stood, but didn’t follow immediately. Elincia turned, looking questioning. “Are you coming? You definitely need a change.”

“I…if I move any further, I’ll shit myself.” The redhead admitted, face as red as her hair.
“Well, we’re going to get changed, so it doesn’t matter silly.” The princess approached her, and Titania was unable to find resistance as Elincia’s hand carefully pressed into her stomach, kneading in just the right places. The paladin groaned, and with a sudden rush she felt a flood of soft mush fill her diaper. It was icky and still expanding and she felt like she might cry. She had just shit her pants in front of the Queen of Crimea!

Titania awoke with a start. She could still feel the warmth, and a quick check confirmed the bed beneath her was wet. Positively soaked even. Even worse, her stomach was just as bad as it had been before Elincia made her use her diaper. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she was currently dressed in only her white panties and soaked nightgown, no sign of the padded garment to be seen. Rising, she stumbled for the door, hand pressed against her bottom. She reached for the door handle, but it was too late. It was a noisy one, the wet ppbblltt assaulting her ears as she helplessly shit herself. Diarrhea flooded her flimsy panties, staining the back of her nightgown and splattering on the ground. She groaned with both pain and relief, emptying a wave of shit into her garments. A few moments later, she rose fully, distraught. “This is the third night in a row I’ve wet the bed…” she said forlornly, looking back on her soaked bed. “Something must be wrong.” Moving back, she carefully stripped out of her soiled panties and nightgown, cleaning up as best she could and donning a fresh pair of panties, along with her usual attire. Once she was ready, she quietly slipped out of her room, heading for the shrine. She needed to speak with Rhys immediately, he might be able to tell if something was wrong with her.

She could feel the urge to fart building as she neared the shrine, and after pausing to make sure no one was around, she carefully released the fart. It was wetter than she expected, and with a grimace she realized it had been more than just a fart. Panties now slightly stained, the redhead continued into the shrine. Carefully opening the door, she slipped inside, closing it behind her. “Rhys?” she asked hesitantly, eyes scanning the shrine for the priest.

Jill always loved the sensation of flying. The wind flowing through her, the smooth sensation of the wyvern beneath her, the freedom of the open sky. No one could order her around here, no one could tell her what to do. She had split off from her division of wyvern’s, hoping to catch the fleeing Crimean forces. They couldn’t just let them escape like that, no matter what that black armored weirdo said! But for now, it also allowed her a bit of private time. The redhead’s bladder was absolutely bursting, after holding it all day. She was a bit guilty of gaining enjoyment from such a sensation, and had perhaps neglected to use the bathroom when she should have. Thankfully, she had been given a reason to split off from the others, which meant she could relieve herself in peace. Her wyvern certainly wouldn’t complain.

Carefully rising from the saddle a bit, the girl went through the awkward process of removing her leggings while mounted. This took a few minutes, the whole time of which she absolutely ached for relief, even spurting a few drops into her panties. Finally she got the thing off and relaxed back down into her seat, stowing the leggings. Relaxing with a sigh, she let her bladder go, and a sudden flood of pee poured out of her, an absolute cascade soaking her red panties. As she peed she grinded against the rough dragonscale beneath her, moaning in pleasure. As her stream finally came to an end, her hand entered her panties, her other moving her breastplate aside a bit and groping her breast. A moment later, the girl shuddered powerfully, and her panties were wet with more than one liquid.

Jill awoke with a start, hand shooting down to her bed to check it. She sighed in relief as she realized it was dry. But there was definitely the smell of pee in the air. Looking around, her eyes fell on the bed across the room. Mist had definitely soaked hers. The second youngest member of the Greil Mercenaries had offered to share a room with Jill when they split up accommodations, seeing as no one else wanted to share with the former Daein soldier. Rising, the dracoknight walked over to Mist’s bed, her bladder pounding inside of her. She knew she didn’t have much longer, but she didn’t really care. “Mist..Mist, wake up! You wet the bed!” she whispered, shaking the girl’s shoulder a bit. As she bent down, the shoulder of her light blue nightgown slipped, exposing one of her breasts completely. With a frown she carefully reached up to adjust it.

Mia had, as usual, woken up bright and early. After a solid half hour of beating on training dummies, a pink haired pegasus knight had entered the training yard. A call of “Come on, let’s train!” followed by a tossed lance and a leaping sword attack had drawn Marcia, willing or unwilling, into an early morning training session.

A sensation was building up in both girl’s stomachs as they trained, though Mia was too focused on the fight to notice it. Her bladder was, as usual, getting a bit full at this point, especially after all the early morning water from practice, but as she stepped back and prepared to charge back into the fray, sudden pain gripped her. She farted audibly, and nearly shit herself on the spot. “Sorry, I gotta go right now. Be back soon!” she shouted to Marcia, then took off at a run towards the nearby bathrooms.