Luna's Wonderland Trial

Sitting in the box beside the judge's stand, Luna looked around confusedly, wondering what might possibly be the point of all this. She’d gone through so much and prepared to deal with anything, all in order to escape the clutches of El, but never imagined that the portal into the mirror world would lead her into a situation that may possibly be worse.

High above her sat the green-haired queen, the leader of Team Meteor, Lin. Her face was blank and emotionless, much like Luna’s usually was. However, now as she was sitting in her powder blue dress with white accents the dark-type Pokemon trainer felt a strange tension wash over her.

Lin spoke above her with a slight boom to her voice. “Luna! You’re accused of being unworthy of your self-proclaimed titles.”

Luna looks up at the towering judge stand, bewildered.

In the audience, a single mew held its “hands” up to its face looking shocked. All around it inanimate stuffed animals remain expressionless. They serve as the rest of Luna’s jury in what she is coming to understand that this is a trial.

“What titles?” she asks. “I don’t have an—”

“You claim to be a big baby, a pathetic pamper-packing pervert, and yet what I see before me is an adult. Not only that, but one who knows how to balance her responsibilities as a gym leader with her personal life!"

“Lies! Slander!” Luna called, annoyed not by the claims of babyhood but rather the denial of it. She was proud of being an ABDL and enjoyed her time in diapers. That and being called pitiful seemed less than fair to her. "I am a big baby. Probably the biggest diaper lover you’d ever see.”

Lin looked down from her stand, eyeing Luna. “Should you be found innocent of these charges you’ll be granted a life befitting these titles. I’ll lock you in diapers full time, trap you in a playpen and have the world care for your every need. You’ll be my precious baby, living out your days watching the whole universe pass you by while you enjoy the comfort of padding and pacifiers while filling your diapers at my command.”

“And if I’m guilty?”

“Then we’ll prove you don’t really need diapers, and a fitting punishment will be issued.”

There wasn’t even the slightest worry for Luna. It wouldn’t be too hard to prove her “babyishness”. The diaper beneath her clothes was already soaked enough, swollen and soggy between her legs and making a slight squelching sound. One look at it would show the domineering Queen Lin that she deserved her fate in a playpen.

Luna stood suddenly. “I have proof of infantile behavior!” she called, throwing aside the drab beige garment she’d been made to wear in El’s cult. She could feel a beaming smile spread across her face with satisfaction.

The words from above quickly dashed that personal pride. “And what is a dry diaper supposed to show us Luna?”

With her eyes still closed Luna tested this accusation by squeezing her thighs together. Rather than the soggy material she’d felt between them just a second ago, a soft, dry core bloomed up to press against her. The compression halted the movement of her thighs when the dry material became too compact to move anymore, leaving Luna to do a little shuffling dance in place while she tried to understand her suddenly dry diaper.

“I know I was just wet a moment ago!” Luna decried to herself, feeling frustration build. Had she been paying better attention to her surroundings she might have seen the flash of power from Lin’s hand, warping reality to her whim.

“It seems to me that you can not only keep a diaper dry, but when you need to go you know it or else you wouldn’t be doing that adorable little potty dance right now.”

Luna was starting to understand. “N-No I’m not! I-I can’t even feel it when I have to pee, p-plus would an adult be wearing a big pink diaper at all? No, that proves I’m a baby and, and—”

“Shh shh shh, all that proves is that you, Luna, are not an adult. To me the title of ‘pamper packing pervert!’ isn’t somebody who keeps her diapers dry. I’ll give you one last chance—unless you can soak your padding right now and prove you don’t need the potty, I’ll be moving on to the punishment."

There was a gasp and then Luna bore down with every muscle she could, the desire to defend her honor as an ABDL was becoming overwhelming, she couldn’t stand for such slander, and yet, here she was unable to pee.

The desire was there but the urge wouldn’t materialize from it. She didn’t need to go and after a quiet moment, she stopped with a sigh, hanging her head in defeat.

Queen Lin now took her turn to give a smug smile. “That’s what I thought.” she said, “On to the ruling then!”

"Luna, you stand accused of claiming false titles. As such I sentence you to receive thirty swats in the stocks. That should suffice to turn your bottom cherry red and make you think about your true place in this world. It would also appear that you are at least partially potty trained since it seems like you don’t actually need them. As such, I see no reason to waste perfectly good diapers on you. Instead, as my second ruling, I sentence you to wear pull-ups!”

The swats to the bum Luna could deal with; some spanking didn’t bother her in the slightest but feeling the diaper around her waist become thinner as the sentence was handed down she gave a little annoyed cry.

“No!”

Her refusal didn’t stop the tapes from merging to the landing strip or her diaper’s wings from turning to elastic that would be easy to pull down. The core still thinned to the barest minimum protection around her waist. Her pink pattern had even become a more subdued purple.

Queen Lin's lips curled as she relished the scene before her, seeing the twisting of her new toy’s face as her lovely diaper morphed into a cursed pull-up. She was going to have a lot of fun messing with Luna.