“Absolutely not!” Aria screamed.

Adagio winced at the eardrum splitting cry. Sonata just frowned. The excited hand gestures she’d thrown up for her announcement sank. Both stood across from Aria, who practically shrank back until her spine hit the wall behind her. On the table between them the source of Aria’s rage sat, unmoving.

Diapers.

“You— We don’t have a choice,” Adagio snapped, pinpricks of red on her cheeks. She slapped her hand on the pack of deluxe, extra large diapers, but refused to look at them. Instead her eyes drilled into Aria. “Understand?”

Aria instinctively brought her knees together, tugging down at her skirt. She knew she didn’t have a leg to stand on; this argument was over before it even began.

Ever since the Battle of the Bands, the Dazzlings had been having trouble adjusting to everyday life. Without their gems, feeding on the negativity of other people was impossible. Reduced to just average human beings, they were forced to do something all average humans did daily: eat.

At first, it hadn’t even seemed all that bad. Those taco things Sonata was always crowing about had even tasted good. But the real issue had come not long after they’d started eating regularly, when they had learned a thousand years of never needing to go to the bathroom had left them without something very essential: potty training.

After a weekend of waking up to wet beds, failing to run to the nearest toilet in time, and more, Adagio must’ve had enough. Aria was willing to bet their leader’s breaking point had been her own little accident right in the middle of science class the other day. Hilarious in the moment, but Aria wasn’t laughing now.

“But why…” Aria clenched her jaw, swallowing the next word. “...diapers?”

“Cause that’s what you wear when you aren’t potty trained!” Sonata hopped in. “Really! I looked it up.”

Aria seriously doubted Sonata had the mental capacity to look up anything. “Just shut up!” she snapped, earning a new frown aimed her way.

“Look, I hate this too,” Adagio assured her. “But until we figure out how to hold it, we don’t have a choice.”

Aria huffed. Figure out how to hold it, huh? It was probably the best way Adagio could put it, she supposed. At least she wasn’t calling it—

“Potty training isn’t even that hard!” Sonata chirped. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out in no time.”

Aria growled. Of course Sonata had to go and call it that. And talk about naivety. They had a millennium of atrophy to work off for those particular muscles. It was deluded to think they’d get them trained any time soon. Worst case scenario, it would be years.

Aria shuddered at the thought. Years? In diapers? Hell no.

Adagio seemed to sense her displeasure. “What?” She asked. “You’d prefer to risk ruining more of your panties?”

“At least I didn’t crap myself during a test,” Aria mumbled.

“What was that?” Adagio bared her teeth, searing gaze locked onto her.

Aria held up her hands in mock surrender. “Nothing. Nothing.”

Adagio didn’t accept that. She stomped in close, forcing Aria to back up. “If you ever,” she jabbed a finger against Aria’s collarbone. “Bring that up again, then I’ll make sure wearing a diaper is the least humiliating thing you’ll ever experience. Got it?”

As Adagio’s eyes drilled into her, Aria could feel a twinge of fear strike her gut. Powerless or not, she didn’t want to have to go up against the boss. “G-Got it.”

“Good.” Adagio stalked away, but was unable to mask the color rising under her cheeks. That memory was still tender, after all. “Just be glad Sonata was able to find these on such short notice.”

Sonata giggled. “And you guys said eating all those tacos would never pay off.” She lifted her skirt, revealing the thick, poofy padding already clasped around her waist. “But guess who has all the experience with diapers now!”

Under normal circumstances, Aria would revel in taunting Sonata for this. But the surprise that she’d already diapered herself, and the inevitability that she’d be in one too, really dampened that idea.

“Let’s just…” Adagio sighed. “Let’s just get this over with, alright?”

“Alright!” Sonata dropped her skirt, letting the fabric swish back down to hide her padding. “Who wants to go first?”

She looked between the two of them expectantly as her hands wormed over the the pack of diapers. The sounds of tearing plastic were the only thing alleviating the awkward silence, as neither Adagio or Aria made a move to accept Sonata’s offer.

By the time Sonata withdrew the first fluffy square from the pack, both Aria and Adagio had taken to studying the hardwood floors of their kitchen rather than meet her eyes. Sonata huffed, hands to her hips.

“Well somebody has to go first,” she said. Aria scowled at her.

“Fine.” Adagio stepped forward, crossing her arms. “Just get it over with.”

“Yay!” Sonata clapped, way to eager to get started. She knelt down onto the floor, patting the hardwood right in front of her. Adagio winced, seemingly just now realizing they weren’t going somewhere private.

Her hands moved to her waist and grabbed at fabric. She hesitated. After a breath, Adagio dropped her skirt, revealing her underwear to the two girls. After another hesitant second, those too dropped to the floor.

Adagio brushed them to the side while Sonata unfurled the diaper. Both Adagio and Aria cringed at the cutesy sounds of crinkling plastic. To think they were destined to get used to it.

Laying on her back, Adagio took a deep breath as Sonata pushed the waiting diaper closer to her. Every muscle in her body was tense.

Aria looked away. She didn’t want to see this.

crinkle. crinkle.

“Um… could you just… With your legs?”

“Just hurry it up already.”

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

“Down please.”

“Errgh.”

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

crinkle. crinkle.
“Oh no! I forgot to buy baby powder!”

“Sonata!”

Aria snickered. She almost turned around to see Adagio’s face at that remark.

“Well fine, but just don’t get a rash, okay?”

“STOP TALKING!”

Aria could hear the blush in those words.

crinkle. crinkle.

crinkle.

“Done.”

Aria turned back around now. A bubble of laughter caught in her throat when she did.

Adagio was sitting up, staring down at her diaper with clenched teeth and a flushed face. The poofy garment covered her thoroughly, and gave off soft crinkling noises with each movement. Her legs were splayed ever so slightly too. Adagio tried to bring her thighs together, and actually yelped. Her face went a few shades redder.

“Oh yeah,” Sonata said. “You get used to that.”

“I better not,” Adagio grumbled. She tried to stand, but it looked like her diaper fought her every step of the way. When she wasn’t struggling with her widened gait, the padding was squeezing up against her to elicit more yelps. But finally, she stood up.

Aria wanted to burst out laughing. Seeing Adagio so utterly humiliated like this would be a treat… if she wasn’t doomed to the same fate, of course.

She watched Adagio retrieve her skirt and pull it back up. The helm extended well down to her knees, expertly hiding her diaper. If it wasn’t for her still spread legs, Aria wouldn’t be able to tell Adagio was wearing something so infantile.

That’s a relief, at least. Aria wouldn’t be able to take it if everyone at school could easily see her in pampers.

“Okay,” Sonata chirped as she motioned for Aria to join her on the floor. “Your turn.”

Aria hissed.

“Hey!” Adagio snapped. It had way less of an effect given she was still tomato-faced. “I did it, Sonata did it, so suck it up ‘cause you’re doing it too.”

She clenched her jaw. “Fine!”

Aria yanked her skirt and panties down her legs in one swift motion; she wasn’t going to show the weakness Adagio did.

“Make it fast,” she grunted at Sonata. Aria dropped to the floor while her fellow Siren prepped another diaper.

They looked even bigger up close.

Aria gulped, she couldn’t help it. Adagio was standing over her, looking down with a somewhat satisfactory grin. She wasn’t going to offer the same privacy Aria did, it seemed.

But then, from Aria’s vantage point, she could look right up Adagio’s skirt. And her front row seat let her see that Adagio had slipped her underwear back on when she’d pulled up her skirt, trying to cover up the cloud of poof with plain, purple cotton.

“Pfft. Nice panites,” Aria quipped. Adagio’s face burned. “Seriously, who’re you fooling?”

“H-Hey!” Adagio whipped a hand into her skirt, covering her shame with the fabric.

Sonata gasped. “Dagi you put your panties over your diapee? That’s so cute!” Adagio somehow went even redder. “Can I see?”

“Shut up!” Adagio cried. She backed away, hands guarding her skirt lest Sonata be so bold. Aria just grinned. Small victory, but at least she had some modicum of privacy now. “Just change her already!”

And like that, Aria’s joy evaporated. Back to reality.

Sonata unfolded the diaper slowly. crinkle... crinkle... crinkle… and placed it down by Aria’s rear. “Legs up please,” she smiled, as though this was perfectly normal.

Come to think of it, how many diapers had Sonata worn over the years? She’d been eating human food the longest after all… And she still had no control over her bowels, huh? Aria sighed. That didn’t bode well for her.

No, come on. Sonata’s a moron, Aria thought as she lifted her legs. I’m sure I’ll nail down how to use a toilet in no time. Can’t be that hard.

The diaper slid under her. Aria didn’t want to lower her legs, but Sonata gave them a ginger nudge anyway.

Her butt hit the padding first, cheeks sinking into warm, fluffy plastic. It sucked. It sucked so much.

Cringing, Aria did her best to avoid kicking Sonata in the face. She settled for clenched fists, her knuckles soon growing white. Her butt sank into the definitely not comfortable padding while Sonata flitted around to finish the job.

She wrapped the diaper around, smother Aria’s privates with the diaper’s poofy interior. Her purple cheeks exploded with red and she wriggled in protest.

“Hey, hehe, quit it!” Sonata playfully said as she struggled to get the tapes down.

crinkle. crinkle.

crinkle. crinkle.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

“Stop it!” Aria growled, her face boiling. She thrashed about while Sonata fiddled with the tapes. She’d changed her mind; screw what Adagio said! She was not wearing these!

“There we go!” Sonata smoothed down the tapes. Aria’s struggle fizzled.

She was wearing them.

Eyes twitching, Aria didn’t know if she was more angry or humiliated. Adagio had worked up the nerve to turn around now, and was taking her revenge in the form of a knowing smirk.

“How’s it feel?” Sonata doted. “To snug? Not snug enough? Oh, I can snug it if you wanna.”

“You’re the worst, Sonata!” Aria cried, thrashing away from her. She ended up on her belly, and pushed herself to her knees.

“No I’m not!” Sonata frowned.

“Are too!” Aria yelled. She tried to stand, but quickly ran into the problem Adagio had. Her gait was just too widely spread by the padding. Instinctively she tried to bring her legs together, but…

“Eep!” With nowhere to go, the padding was pressed into her clit. It felt… It felt... Aria’s face dipped into scarlet territory, bordering on crimson.

Her legs leapt back out, staying as spread as she could make them.

“No too fun, isn’t it, Aria?” Adagio grinned.

Aria glared up at her, still on all fours. “Shut it.”

Adagio’s grin morphed, showing some teeth now. It was her revenge face. “Wow, someone’s cranky. Sonata, you don’t think she already had to use her diaper, do you?”

“What?!”

Sonata blinked. “Uh… maybe.” Innocently, her hand found Aria’s butt. And groped it.

“AH!” Aria dove forward, landing on her face. The impromptu diaper check had pushed way more padding against her than her legs had, and she was not a fan.

Adagio cackled while Aria rolled over. Sonata just smiled. “Nope, she’s clean.”

Aria bit her lip, red from ear to ear. “Don’t do that!” she screamed at Sonata.

Adagio put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugher. Sonata just furrowed her brows, confused. “But… how am I supposed to know when you use your diaper?”

“I’ll tell you!” Aria cried indignantly.

Adagio snorted. “Oh that’s perfect. I can see it now. ‘Sonata, I made a poo-poo, pwease change me’,” she mocked.

Even Sonata couldn’t resist joining in the laughter that followed. “Aww, please do that Aria! You’d be so cute!”

Aria scrambled to her feet. “You’re both the worst!” she screamed, storming off to her room.

She didn’t even bother to retrieve her skirt and panties from the floor. There was no way she’d go back while their laughter still echoed through the house. It didn’t matter if they were just blowing off steam or whatever. Screw them! They didn’t get to talk to her like that, ever!

The stupid diaper crinkled annoyingly with each slam of her foot. It was silent for the slam of her door at least. Aria made sure that one was extra loud to, for their benefit.

“Stupid,” she grumbled. “Both of them.”

Aria waddled to her bed and flopped down. She couldn’t believe she’d have to wear these things from now on. Did that include school? She shuddered. Probably. Maybe she could skip… no, if Adagio was going then she’d drag Aria with her. Misery loves company and all that.

Aria just curled up in her bed and tried to get some sleep. Her diaper’s incessant rubbing with each movement didn’t make it easy though. But eventually, she found herself fading. It was going to be a restless sleep with this stupid thing on her, but it would at least be sleep.

Stupid diaper… She thought as her eyes closed. You’re the worst.

Author's Note

Whenever I'm blocked on a fic lately I've been writing short little tidbits about the Dazzlings. Figured I finally had enough that I should just go ahead and post some. Expect more soonish.