“Emergency shutoff sequence zero one eight! EMERGENCY SHUTOFF SEQUE—MMNPH!” Purah cringed as a baby bottle full of milk shoved itself between her lips. Holding it in place was the mechanical arm of a guardian, one of many she’d salvaged to create her dream invention. Four held her limps spread in the air while others moved around her. One fluffed the skirt of her buttercup yellow dress. Two more tugged tight the ears of the new bow in her hair. And one last one buried itself deep in her diaper for a “check” that had been going on for minutes now. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her privates twitched and tingled from the attention. Can’t… Stop it…! Weakly, she began to suckle on the rubber nipple in her mouth. She knew from the last four it would only leave her lips once empty, even though her stomach was starting to ache from fullness. It didn’t matter what she tried, the machine just refused to listen to her! It was almost like it had a mind of its own, because she certainly hadn’t programmed it to go this far. Just as she was beginning to lose hope, the door to her room slowly creaked open. Purah’s heart lurched with fear. “Purah?” Zelda stepped in. “I heard screaming. Are you…” She froze, eyes going wide at the sight before her. Purah’s cheeks flushed, and her knees tried to knock together in shame. The lights on Purah’s automatic nursery blinked suddenly. All free arms swiveled to face the door, Zelda jumping in surprise. “New baby detected,” the machine spoke. “RRRRRRNNNN!” Purah cried. “W-What…?” Zelda was too slow to react. The hands suddenly surged forward, and she screamed. It seemed Purah had a new playmate now, whether she wanted it or not.

Purah finds out the hard way that she's not a good programmer. (Have I ever mentioned I love robot nurseries, lol?)

#Purah #Zelda #ABDL #diaper #diaperfic #drabble #tripledrabble

Rosalina kicked her legs in a fuss. “Nnghh! Nngghh!” She’d flail her arms too, but they were trapped at her sides. She’d been careless flying through Sling Pod Galaxy. She’d ended up face first in one of the giant masses of webbing that decorated the slice of space. Her head had just barely managed to poke out the front, though a thick, sticky glob remained wrapped around her mouth, gluing her lips together and gagging her. Her arms were trapped inside, pinned by her torso, with only her hands poking out the back of the pod. Her hips hadn’t made it in, and her legs shook uselessly as she tried in vain to free herself. The pod was supported by a single thin leg connecting it to this asteroid. With each jerk and flail of her body, she made it sway back and forth, almost like a cradle. Her stomach gurgled loudly. “Mnnrrrff! Mnnnrrr!” she whined, blinking back hot tears. As she wiggled her hips, her diaper crinkled. She always wore one for longer flights outside the Observatory, but she’d never done anything more than wet it. But after an hour, the pressure in her bowels couldn’t be ignored. Another gurgle. Rosalina knew her cheeks could no longer hold back the mudslide that was coming. Squeezing her eyes shut she whimpered and mewled in the back of her throat. FFFFBBBBBPPPPLLLLLRRRRRTTTTTT! She hung her head in shame as warm, heavy mush filled her diaper, making it sag and stain even the backside of her blue dress. Her earlier momentum kept the pod rocking as defeat settled in. Rosalina’s cheeks burned with humiliation. It would be hours before her Lumas finally found her, and she didn’t want to know what they’d make of Mama and her thoroughly messy diaper when they did.

Rosalina's sticky situation (in more ways than one)

#Rosalina #SuperMarioGalaxy #ABDL #diaper #diaperfic #drabble #tripledrabble

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Title: Proof at Last
Word Count: 300
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None Needed
Summary: An academic's learning is endangered by peril.

#fantasy #origfic #tripledrabble

(I finally committed to breaking the two fantasy concepts into different universes and finished this bit.)