Vanquishing The Valkyries Chapter Two (Patreon)

“How did this happen General?” The Queen demanded after General Allura had led her into a private chamber. The Queens outburst had caused quite a stir, and Allura knew that, now that the secret was out, they were going to have to work fast... every moment the Queen was exposed placed her life in danger.

     “Your Majesty, please...” she found herself begging, whining like a little girl again. The Queen was having none of it. In the background, Oolon waited silently.

     “How did discipline lapse so badly under your watch, General?!” The Queen growled. General Allura quivered, squeezing another involuntary squirt of pee into her pampers.

     “We-- we’ve been receiving some reports about some of our commanders, your Majesty... some of them have been exhibiting-- strange behaviours,” she finished lamely, cringing against the angry outburst she knew was coming.

     “’Strange behaviours!’” the Queen spat angrily, “when were you going to mention this to anyone?!”

     “I-- I was awaiting further data, your Majesty,” she stammered, sighing. The truth was, nobody could even provide her with an accurate description of what was happening, save various bizarre reports that (like Beta Belly) seemed to have no overt connection to one another, save that each involved a high ranking official in the Order.

     There was, for example, the story of Colonel Green. An exceptional officer with a long and enviable record, a reliable soldier and an excellent commander, someone that Allura knew she could count on. But a few weeks after the invasion, she began receiving word that Green was behaving strangely... that she would occasionally begin drooling during meetings, or that she had been spotted in her office, sucking her thumb while doing paperwork.

     It was just rumours at first... strange, but it’s wouldn’t be the first time one overly ambitious officer had smeared another behind her back in order to get ahead. General Allura dismissed it initially, sure that it was all nonsense cooked up to tarnish the record of a perfectly fine officer.

     Then the accidents started. Small at first, embarrassing but nothing to worry about-- until it happened while she was addressing the troops, she suffered a mid-sized (but still noticeable) lapse in bladder control in front of nearly every soldier under her command. A forgivable accident perhaps... had it not happened again in Allura’s very office (forcing her to send Oolon out for a new chair.) Allura nearly took her off duty then... But Green literally begged her for another chance, promising that her conduct would improve.

     It didn’t-- The thumb sucking continued, until she was slurping on it openly while walking through the base or after meals in the officer's dining room, earning her many strange stares. Later reports suggest that she seemed to be loosing control of her bodily functions and reportedly frequently embarrassed herself and made the troops uncomfortable by belching and farting in front of them. The wetting accidents continued, and Allura’s spies informed her that the Colonel was wetting her bed two or three times a week, on top of pissing herself nearly every day.

     And then came the day the Colonel shit her pants.

     This was before Beta Belly had become a topic of discussion in the Generals office, which explained why Allura didn’t believe the story-- not at first anyway. In fact, she’d actively scolded the underling who’d first told her, dismissing it as more malicious gossip aimed at undermining the Colonel. She made a note to herself to track down the perpetrator and see that they were properly punished.

     Then she saw the reports... and the pictures... and the video...

     Again, Colonel Green is addressing the troops. Her manor is awkward, her confidence clearly undermined by weeks of embarrassing incidents, the most public of which being wetting her pants in front of the troops... but it was safe to say that all of that was just a warm up for what came next.

     In the middle of her remarks, a noisy, flatulent sound is heard... Colonel Green turns pale, her lips tightening into an astonished ‘o’, her pants begin to bulge and turn brown.

     And yet, it seemed unlike any other case of Beta Belly that had been reported. Glenn explained to investigators (sucking her thumb the whole time) that she hadn’t felt any urge to go-- one minute, she was delivering her remarks, then without warning she was loading her pants. Also unlike most other cases of Beta Belly, Glenn didn’t make a recovery-- she remained diapered thickly, using them whenever the urge appeared, sucking her thumb and drooling in a special hospital, her condition chalked up to ‘nervous exhaustion...’ Another medical mystery for Valkyrie scientists.  

     It was, of course, no mystery to Oolon... it was another one of the rebel’s plots to destabilize the Valkyries by undermining their leadership. While they slept, prominent Valkyries were subjected by Beta rebels posing as aids and servants to a bombardment of subliminal messages designed to ingrain a series of posthypnotic commands on the listeners psyche. He had been subjecting General Allura to these subliminals for some time now, mostly while she slept via a series of micro-speakers hidden throughout her quarters. He had only tested them a little bit before now (hence the bulky diaper the General was sporting under her trousers), but he knew from past experience that the exposure time had been more that adequate. And he would find no better time to prove himself right.

     Swiftly and quietly, he removed from his pocket a small remote control with a number of coloured buttons on the front. Each would produce a different tone, barely detectable by the human ear, which would produce a different effect on the poor General: pink (to give her an overwhelming urge to suck her thumb), blue (to make her drool), purple (to make her belch), green (to make her fart), yellow (to give her the urge to pee, which would increase with each subsequent push), brown (which had the same effect as yellow, only on her bowels instead of her bladder), and black (which would remove her ability to control her bowels and bladder until it was pressed again.)

     With his stout thumb, he casually gave the top button a squeeze...

     “I’m sick of your excuses, General!” The Queen bellowed, making Allura flinch in response. “I want answers! Why have these lapses in discipline been allowed, and what... exactly... are you doing...?”

     The Queen trailed off suddenly, gazing at the General with a strange look. “Um smorry, ur ‘Ajesty...” She mumbled, stunned when she heard herself. Almost like she had something in her...

     She looked down and nearly screamed when she saw her thumb in her mouth. She popped the digit out, all covered in drool, and instinctively hid it behind her back... but the damage was done... The Queen was staring at her now like a science experiment. Oolon pushed the blue button and was rewarded by the sight of a steady trickle of saliva dribbling out of the General’s mouth and rolling down her chin, almost on cue.

     “General...” The Queen said slowly, watching her drooling like a crazy person, her look a mixture of confusion and actual concern. “Are you feeling quite alright?”

     Confused, her eyes wide, her chin glistening with drool, General Allura opened her mouth to answer though she had no idea what she would say.

     Oolon spared her the trouble-- at the push of a button, a shockingly loud belch emerged from the General’s mouth, utterly without warning.

     “General!” the Queen utterly, actually shocked that one of her most trusted officers would do something so vulgar in her presence.

     Reddening at her lack of control, Allura struggled to move past it. “Excuse m--”

     Oolon hit another button. An ear-splitting fart roared out of the General’s backside, barely muffled by her thickly padded pamper. Allura gasped comically, gaping at the Queen with an embarrassment more all-consuming than anything she had ever experienced. To pass gas before Her All Mighty And Eternal Majesty was a social faux pas unheard of in the history of the order... and one look into her Majesty’s face was all it took to let her know that the Queen was definitely not used to hearing or smelling anyone’s farts but her own.

     “Oh my!” she cried, and Allura might have dropped dead from embarrassment right there had Oolon not tapped the yellow button, bringing her bladder to life inside her-- not too bad right now, but she could definitely feel it.  

     “Your Majesty,” Allura began, voice trembling, “please allow me to express my most sincere and humble apolo—UURRP!” she cut herself off with another belch. She reached up and slapped her palms over her mouth in response, her eyes bulging humorously... Oolon gave the brown button a hard press, and Allura was horrified when she felt her bowels roar to life inside her, gurgling and cramping ominously.

     “This behaviour is absolutely disgraceful!” The Queen scolded haughtily... to no avail, as Oolon kept pressing the purple and green buttons, causing the poor, humiliated General to perform an impromptu symphony of burps and farts, punctuated by presses of the brown and yellow buttons to keep her bladder and bowels stimulated. Allura found herself clutching at her crotch and rump, emitting various rude, gassy noises from both ends and hopping from foot to foot childishly as the Queen scolded her to control herself. The General felt for all the world like a little girl being lectured by her mommy for embarrassing her during a trip to the mall.

     Finally, when he felt like the groundwork had been adequately laid, Oolon decided it was time for the coup de grâce and gave the black button a firm press.

     The effect was nearly instantaneous. The pressure inside General Allura had been built to such a point that she was just barely maintaining her continence, squeezing her sphincters with all her might. As the tiny, nearly inaudible noise hit her ears and triggered her posthypnotic suggestion, a funny thing happened: It was almost as though, all at once, she completely forgot how to maintain control of herself... one minute she was holding it in, and although she was getting desperate, she was in control. The next second, she was pissing herself-- not a spurt or a stream but a full blown geyser into the already soggy pamper between her thighs.

      “Oh!” The General gasped, the noisy hiss and the steady pittering of her urine against her diaper clearly audible to everyone in the room.  

     The Queen stared at her, studying her crotch, and as General Allura watched the expression on her Majesty’s face change, she came to a horrible realization: she knows!

     Her fears were confirmed moments later when the Queen reached out and took hold of the General’s trousers. “What is this!?!?!” she roared, furiously tugging the pants down to half mast, in spite of the General’s childish squirming, and left her standing with her puffy white diaper exposed, the crotch clearly stained and soggy. “SO! The truth comes out!!! You have a lot of explaining to do, General!”

     Instead, General Allura, Supreme Commander of the Valkyrie invasion force, felt her anus go slack, followed instantaneously by a tremendous gush of hot, mushy poop into the seat of her diaper.

     “UH!” She cried, a guttural mix of total relief and primal humiliation, a cramp doubling her over at the waist. The General was well aware of the embarrassing way her butt was sticking out behind her, but she couldn’t force herself to stand up straight any more than she could stop the steady flow of thick, gooey poop from exploding out of her backside and filling her diaper. A large brown stain began growing on the back of her pampers, painfully obvious to anyone who glanced... but that was the last thing on Allura’s mind. She looked up into her Queen’s horrified, angry face and tried to think of something, anything to say that would make it right.

     Instead, she farted noisily, shivering, looking right into her Majesty’s eyes as her buttocks parted and she uncontrollably pushed out a massive, steaming mudslide into the seat of her diapers, the stain spreading out across her buttocks and creeping up the back towards the waistband.

     The utter disgrace of loosing control of herself in such a shameful way before her Grand Exulted Imperial Highness, who she had been programmed from birth to love, respect, and worship, was too much to bare. Before she even knew what was happening, General Allura had burst into tears and was sobbing uncontrollably.  

     The Queen stood by and watched, utterly scandalized. She fumed, boiling with rage as the stench of the General’s mess crept into her nose.

      At last, her rage boiled over, and she reached out, snatching the sobbing General Allura by the wrist. “If you want to act like a child,” she said, dragging the General over to a bench on the far wall, Allura stumbling to keep up with her pants down at her knees, her loaded diaper squishing uncomfortably with every step, “then that is exactly how you’ll be treated!”  

     Her Majesty settled herself down on the bench, then pulled the General across her lap with one short, sharp tug. Allura found herself upended, staring at the floor, with her diapered butt stuck up in the air behind her, her head spinning... and before she knew what was happening, the Queen had landed a firm, open palmed swat to the seat of the General’s bulging, lumpy pampers. She was getting spanked!

     “NO!” she cried, tears trickling down her face, dignity forgotten as she struggled to free herself... But it was no use-- with one strong hand, the Queen pinned her it place across her knee while she brought the other, made even heavier and harder by her sturdy metal gauntlets, down on the General’s backside, the mess inside her diapers squishing against her squirming butt-cheeks.

     “In all my years, never have I seen anything so disgraceful!” Her Majesty lectured sternly, bringing her hand down for another muffled swat to the General’s heavily padded tushy, followed swiftly by two more, and before she knew it, General Allura, the second most powerful person on the planet, found herself taking a spanking on the seat of her messy diaper-- like a four year old they just couldn’t potty train.

     It wasn’t very painful-- even with the Queen’s enhanced strength, the combination of the padded plastic and the thick mess inside insulated her from most of the force of the blows... but the lumpy, muddy poopy inside was just getting more squished up against her cheeks and smushed up her butt-crack.

     “WWWAAAAHHHH!” The General cried, her kicking lags caught up in the pants that had been hauled down to her knees. Her composure was totally gone, and as she noticed other women in her command gathering around her, many of them snickering and giggling to each other, General Allura lost it completely. She screamed and cried and wailed as Her Majesty continued to rain forceful spanks down on her squirming derriere.

     Her Majesty crinkled her nose distastefully as the spanking continued. Both the emerging stench of the General’s messy diaper and the feel of the load squishing beneath her gauntlet were unpleasant for her, but she continued doling out methodical discipline-- the kind of discipline that was obviously sorely lacking around here!

     The spanking continued until Allura’s rear end was utterly filthy, the mess caked up high between her buttocks. At last The Queen was satisfied, and without warning General Allura found herself being dumped off the Queen’s lap, landing in the middle of the floor with a SPLAT! Allura wailed despondently as the poop in her diaper was mushed up even further against her bottom.

     “Let that be a lesson to you!” Her Majesty bellowed loudly, the General cringing and sobbing as she did. “Security! Security!” Her Majesty raged, “get in here NOW!”

     A pair of thickly diapered guards waddled through the door, one of them wearing nothing but her mondo diaper on the bottom... but The Queen was focused on the General, who stood by cringing and weeping as her Majesty barked her orders:

     “Guards! Escort the former General to the infirmary for a fresh diaper... then to the brig. Allura, you are a disgrace to the uniform and to the order... I’ll personally see to it that you receive the harshest possible punishment for this disgrace!”

     As the guards led the General away in tears, the Queen ordered her entourage to send in her replacement-- she had an address to plan.