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Copia sniffles pathetically, tears running freely down his cheeks as you loft the wet material in your hands against his crotch. He’s not hard, you note, as there’s nothing pressing up against the padding, and the diaper is thick enough that when you press your hand down you can’t even feel the shape of his cock in it. You smirk at him a little, eyes actually meeting his for the first time you’ve revealed the diaper. He’s pale under his paint, trembling slightly.
“You can’t tell anyone.” His voice is barely a whisper. “Please, you can’t.”
“I have no interest in telling anyone that you piss yourself, Papa.” You squeeze at his crotch again, amused. “And I would’ve thought it was just a medical condition if you hadn’t been wearing the ones with little teddy bears.”
He hiccups softly. “I- Sister, promise me. Not a word.”
“Not a word.” You gently make the sign of Satan with two fingers. “But I’ll change you, Frater.”
He goes still as your thumb rubs a circle onto the plasticky outfit. “Sister will take care of this.”
That does it immediately. His mouth parts slightly in shock, and as it does, you take the chance to lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His skin is flush from the shame and salty from the tears, an addicting combination that has you unable to help licking a small stripe up his cheek. He shivers under your touch. “Sister, I can change myself.”
“Si, in the same way you can hold your bladder?” You lean back, putting a hand to his shoulder. His knees are nearly knocked inward from how he’s standing against his desk, the sodden padding drooping between his thighs. The little balloons the bears are holding that must’ve been the wetness indicators are gone, faint memories of his toilet use.
“I can hold…..” He sputters. “I have-”
“So you wet it on purpose, Papa? Used your diaper like a good boy?”
Copia looks at you, desperation in his eyes. “I……Si….I needed to go.”
“Then let me change you.” You head toward the couch. “I am sure you have the supplies, unless Papa Emeritus IV likes to sit in his used diaper for awhile and enjoy the warmth.”
“It’s a hassle to take it off when I have to go.” His voice teeters on a whine. “I can use the toilet just fine.”
“That’s not what I asked, is it?”
“Sister, I insist. I am - I am able to change myself.”
“You are hiding your small cock, then? I could not feel you in the padding. If I did not know, I would not think you’re getting off on this, but you flush and twitch when I tease.”
Copia thins his lips, not meeting your eyes. You get up from the couch, coming over to tilt his chin up. He fixates on a spot on the wall.
“If I check the desk?” You let your voice purr. “What are you hiding, piccolo?”
He glances at the cabinetry on the wall, not looking at you still.
“Oh, in there?”
“Ah-” He manages before you’ve strode across the room to the cabinet. As you test the handle, it doesn’t budge. Locked.
You glance back at him. He looks terrified.
You’ll fix that.
“Copino.”
You see him stiffen up at the diminutive. “Sister. It’s…..Unnecessary.”
“Where is the key, naughty boy?”
He meets you gaze for a moment, squirming. You step with purpose as you come back over to him, a hand petting through his hair gently for a moment before you grab a fistful and tilt his head to the side, using your other hand to pull on his ear. He winces. “I am not a child, I do not have to-”
“You stand before me in a wet, teddy-bear print diaper that you have admitted you used on purpose. You have a cabinet of changing supplies in your papal office. You refuse to let me change you, but yet lean into my touch. What do you wish from me, hm? Do you need me to give you a push? Do you wish to tell me how the antipope has ended up pissing himself? What is that you do with these if not enjoy them?”
He flinches. “I was…..having accidents. Sister, I will explain myself.” He sounds defeated. “Let us sit.”
You pull him to the couch by his ear for good measure, letting go at the edge of the plush leather. He waddles slightly, pants still around his knees, and you do not laugh or smile despite your desire to. He sits, knees slightly wider than they would be in his normal sitting position. Something about his face changes briefly, an expression of relief flitting across his upset features.
You raise an eyebrow.
He gives you a tight smile. “Sister, may I pull my pants back up?”
“No.” You cross your arms.
“Off?” He motions to the puddle of black fabric around his ankles, tangled in his expensive shoes. His voice is a questioning thing, but it’s also a statement. But he does appear to be asking permission of you. A good step.
“Off.” You agree.
He leans over and fumbles with his shoelaces for a moment. You watch his ears go red as he struggles with the knot.
“Copino.” You try the name again.
His shoulder slouch in distress. “I am the proud leader of this community and I can untie my own shoes, regardless of …..I can do it.”
He fumbles with his right foot a moment longer. “I am plenty capable.”
It….mostly sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. You let him do what he needs, however, and eventually, the two shoes are off and set to the side. You can’t see the diaper from this angle, as he’s bent over his own lap, but as he’s pulling his pants off he curses quietly. “Sister, I need to change myself before we talk.”
“Did you leak?” You raise both eyebrows now.
He sighs in defeat. “Si. I can feel wet on the leather.”
“Let me help.” You won’t push again if he turns you down this time. “Where is the key to the cabinet?”
“........The bottom of my water bottle.” Copia pinches the bridge of his nose in his fingers. “You will need to…..dump it out.”
You can’t help the cracked smile at this statement, so you cover your mouth with the back of your hand quickly. Copia forcing himself to drink all his water so that he’d be able to change himself is such a cute thought that you briefly think to make him do it anyway, but he shifts uncomfortably on the couch and you make a note for another time. You head to his desk, looking over at his awkwardly hunched form. “You must be well hydrated.” You muse, dipping your fingers into the water bottle. You can hear it at the bottom, but you can’t reach. There’s no sink in the room. A conundrum.
Copia looks up at you with his red-rimmed eyes. “The plant.” He mutters.
You pour slowly at first into the poor little plantpot, surely drowning the damn thing, but eventually the key slides forward and you can fish it out. It’s cold and wet in your fingers as you unlock the cabinet, and sure enough, there are more diapers with cute prints, towels, baby powder, barrier cream, and some other various items. You note that one of the other items is lube, and turn to him again with an eyebrow raised.
He has the good grace to look sheepish instead’ve terrified.
“What is inside you?” You let your hand drop from the cabinet handle.
“A plug.” He lifts a hand, running it through his hair nervously. “And….ah, you will see.”
“Full of surprises today, Papa.”
“Another Sister helped me so that I did not…..humiliate myself. The ……these are very absorbent and can hold…..they last much longer, so…..”
Regardless of that little hint, you come over with a fresh diaper, the towels, some sanitizing wipes. He pops up off the couch, diaper shifting to sag low again as you put all the supplies down on the couch and floor. He begins untaping himself standing, holding the bulk of the diaper in his hand as you lightly guide him back down.
You undo the last tape, wipes already in hand, and when the panel of the diaper comes down stained completely yellow it reveals a black, flat cage.
“Did the other sister-”
“No.” It’s a curt response.
His cock is pressing against it in a desperate attempt to get hard, but it’s containing him well. The rumors around the church had been that he was small, but he was truly flat like this. There was no way to tell what was contained behind the cage. That explains why you hadn’t felt an erection, at least.
He clears his throat. “I will….not be able to remove that.”
“I will clean well.” You do not take pause at all, beginning to wipe him down with the wipes easily. You slip the diaper out from under his hips, easily folding it into a thick square that goes into the trash bag you’d pulled from the cabinet. You toss the handfuls of wipes in there, then return to cleaning him down. When you wipe down his asscrack, you can see the black handle of a plug. From how it’s inside him, you can’t see how big it is, but the handle is thick and rests with a knob pressing up against his taint. He clears his throat again, looking away.
He jerks back to looking at you when you unfold the next diaper. This one is black with little blue stars on it and little white goats.
“No, no, I do not need another.”
“I think you do it you’re having accidents, Papa.”
He reaches a hand down, which you slap away. “Explain then.”
He goes a little pale at the thought of explaining the situation on his back with his ass presented, plug tight in his ass, caged cock to the air, but you push on, powdering his crotch as you lift his hip and slide the diaper under.
“I am….I can hold it quite well, but during some sermons, and when I am studying or working, I find my mind drifting and then I desperately need to…..So- I will not be- I am returning to my rooms after this to think.”
“You can think diapered.”
He sighs. “I will not be able to stop you, will I?”
“Weak insistence is not proving to me that you need me to stop. Do you not want me to diaper you? Yes or no.”
He thins his lips, swallowing quietly. “You……may. I will just-”
“No. You want this or you do not?”
Copia sputters for a moment.
“That Sister helped you not have accidents and you are plugged and caged in your little diapers now? You can hold it just fine, except for most of the time? And you turn me down to change you, cock straining against your little flat cage, completely useless? You do not even have the keys, could not take it off to touch yourself and yet you stuff yourself full and dribble into your pampers and you yet say you do not need them? Much less you cannot admit you want them?”
He’s bright red, staring at you as if you’re an alien and God all in the same look.
“Tell Mamina thank you for changing your little diapers and perhaps I will not layer them and leave you to waddle back to your room and stuck in them until tomorrow.”
It’s a push, but he responds well. His eyes flutter slightly, and you hear him choke quietly down on a noise. You grab him by the chin, hand on his abdomen as you tower over him. “Are these little accidents you have in your diapers sticky? Are you humping away at your pillow in your room, getting off on me discovering you?”
“Yes.” His voice cracks. “Yes, merda, fuck- I’m sorry.”
“I like it.” You hiss, grinning down at him. He looks like prey under you, and you want to swallow him whole.
He looks up at you as you lean in to kiss him, pulling the diaper up with your other hand. The ripping noise of the tapes is barely audible under how hard you’re kissing him, but you manage to get the diaper taped tight to him one handed as he jerks his hips up into air after you. He moans into your mouth as you stick one finger in a leak guard, pulling back.
“Perhaps you should have two on anyway since you had a big enough accident to leak.”
“I will not pee in it as much.” He breathes out.
“Oh, you peed in it several times? Then you do need me to check your diapers, since you can’t tell.”
One of his air thrusts slides up across your stomach at the same time. Copia lets out a low, desperate moan. “Sister, mercy.”
“Perhaps I will get my toys and milk you through your diaper and cage later.”
Copia goes still for a moment, little thrusts stopping. He mades a choking noise for a moment, then sighs. His body relaxes into the couch briefly and you hum quietly. “Did you cum, baby?”
“Si.” His voice is hoarse.
“Did you cum untouched from me changing your diaper?”
He nods, eyes closed.
“And what do we say, before I have to punish you?”
“Thank you, Sister.”
You squeeze his dry diaper’s crotch. “Good boy.”