Disgraced Warrior Leo - Part 3

The day of Leo and Taurus' bout has come. However, will Leo the Warrior ends up succumbing to his worries and try to cheat? Doing so will have consequences that will unknowingly seal his fate...!

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Leo didn’t really have a good night’s rest after that incident and he wasn’t feeling that much better currently.

He normally tackled new challenges with ease and found the breeziness of focusing on new things quite rewarding. He never saw an opportunity for a fight as a means to an end or a threat to his livelihood.

However, there was something about this new jerk that was crawling under his skin. He didn’t think it was at first, opting to just assume he was merely annoyed by him, but that feeling didn’t feel quite right either. It was more nuanced than that. It had to be by this point because he was clearly a bit put off by him.

He’d never met someone so brazen as to just blatantly disrespect him in a public forum the way he did and do so with such intense confidence. Didn’t Taurus know that Leo was the leader of these warriors? Why would he insist so much that Leo was a baby or something like that?

It curdled the brain trying to make sense of it. He needed to make sure Taurus’ defeat was as swift as humanly possible.

That’s why when he came across the event board in the town square and spotted the time of the fight that was to take place the next day, he didn’t hesitate to switch the times out.

He knew what the new time would be but he figured this would take Taurus by surprise seeing as how that dude was currently out and about in the woods, foraging for food. By the time he got back, it’d be night time and when he went to bed and woke up the next morning, he’d likely already be late.

Leo smiled a little as he walked away from the board, holding the card that had the previously agreed upon time in his hand and trying his best to power walk off as nonchalantly as he could. He wasn’t dumb enough to do the inconspicuous whistling thing though. Noise would just draw attention to him.

His heart was beating rapidly as his eyes kept darting around while he left the area back to his home though. He wanted to make sure he definitely just got away with that. No one was saying anything to him or looking at the board like it was any different so perhaps he did.

It took a while but Leo did eventually feel his nerves loosen up a little. He settled down for bed that night with a content sigh, warm in his light green footed pajamas with their helpful butt flap for night time bathroom emergencies. Despite the events surrounding him, he was managing to calm down a little bit.

Tomorrow, he’d win the fight and everything would be set right when he wagged his finger down at Taurus and told him he was a naughty boy. Or something like that. He never prepared victory speeches but this was an occasion where he seriously considered it. The thought of it made him giggle right before he successfully settled down to rest.

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It almost felt like he was hit by a freight train when he woke up.

The sound of the alarm was blaring into his ears in a way that really messed with him. He sat up with drool at the edge of his mouth and looked around frantically. He was disoriented and a bit frightened. Why?

Well, he had a bit of a nightmare.

He assumed he was giving a big speech to his men on a large public stage when suddenly he was pantsed from behind. Somehow, his overalls had come undone and they just flopped to the ground. He couldn’t do anything to stop it. He could only blush and gasp as his tighty whities with cartoon prints were put on display for everyone to ogle at.

The laughter, shame, and ridicule that followed felt like a fever dream but it also felt real enough that he was a little distressed by it. He was almost thankful to the alarm clock for awakening him.

That said, he was a little upset too because it was so loud and annoying. It felt nice knowing his reality was in check and that he could report to the fight at 10 AM with confidence now.

That was the new time he said the battle was to take place which made his heart drop like a stone when he looked at the alarm clock and saw that it said 11 AM.

Leo was a full hour late!

Leo sat up in bed and stared at the clock, almost too flabbergasted to move or comprehend what this meant. He eventually felt his fight or flight response kick in.

He stumbled out of bed, or rather, scrambled out and fell onto his chin. The plummet off the bed was incredibly ungraceful and the landing hurt like hell. He couldn’t dwell on it though. He was an hour late. An hour!

He’d look like a scaredy cat. He’d look like he’d been intimidated by a rookie and was putting off showing up at the right time. At the very least, his lack of punctuality would be seen as unprofessional and unbecoming of a leader of a squadron.

He stumbled out of his footed pajamas, tripping over them and falling into his dresser. It hurt some more but he pushed the pain down and rummaged through his clothes. His Sesame Street briefs he wore from the night before remained on his person. The thought didn’t come across him to change his underwear just yet. He was being rough here but considering underwear was hidden under the clothes, he knew no one would care.

He didn’t even bother heading to the bathroom. Not only did this mean foregoing any tooth brushing but he also didn’t properly use the toilet like he did every morning. It just didn’t cross his mind.

He got on his outfit and grabbed his sewing needle, charging out of the house with a heavy rush and a determined leer in his eyes. He was already sweating due to the nature of how much he had to fumble around his room just to get dressed.

It also sucked that the training field where the fight was to take place was so far away. He panted and gasped like crazy as he pushed and pushed to make it there. His distress had come back in full force, needless to say.

Eventually, mercifully, he reached the training field. Coming upon it, he noticed how huge the crowd was. It was almost the same size as the one in his dreams. Maybe bigger considering the whole village was likely here. They all loved seeing Leo fight and he always put on a good show.

He’d normally be flattered but instead his heart rate just kicked up a notch.

People took notice of him when he approached the area, turning to gasp and then smile and wave with excitement at his arrival.

Despite this, Leo also heard murmurs amongst the crowd about his lateness.

“Wow! He’s finally here!”

“I can’t wait to see this! It’s gonna be so cool!”

“He was an hour late though…”

“Maybe he was busy with warrior stuff that just came up.”

“You don’t think he was scared do you?”

“Maybe he overslept?”

“The captain of the Tonta Corps can’t be someone who oversleeps. What’s the matter with you?”

Leo closed his eyes and grit his teeth, sweating profusely as he rushed by them towards the open center of the grassy field. It was better not to confirm nor deny their suspicions. He absolutely had to stay the course here.

He did finally stop, resting his hands on his knees and gasping. He was terribly out of breath and soaked to the brim with perspiration. He practically just ran two marathons. One was entirely within his own room and the other was him rushing across town to get here.

Perking his head up, however, saw a little vigor come back into him… as well as a bit more distress.

Taurus was standing in front of him, grinning with his arms crossed. Behind him was Princess Mansherry, hands clasped together as she overlooked the scene, face brightened due to Leo’s arrival though also with a hint of noticeable disappointment.

She’d never looked at him with disappointment before. At least not when it came to his valiant efforts in battle or the way he carried himself as a leader.

The thing that was really distressing Leo out though was what was in Taurus’ hands.

“Hey,” Taurus said with a bright smile. “Found this. Is it yours?” He chuckled and tossed the time card at Leo’s feet.

Leo was looking down at the card that read 10 AM. It was the one he placed on the board.

Leo blushed but looked up at him with as collected a face as he could muster.

“I-I don’t know what you’re–?” He tried denying it but Taurus just put a finger to his lips and made a shushing sound. Against his steadfast will, Leo actually shut up.

“It’s okay. I got my revenge,” Taurus smiled. “Snuck into your room and changed the time on your alarm.”

Leo’s jaw dropped.

He did what?!

This bastard broke into his home?!

That was somehow worse than the act of messing with his alarm.

“What did you–?!” Leo leaned forward, fists clenched. The heat in his head was rising already. This boy didn’t need to do much to get Leo’s blood boiling.

“Also had a look see at your underwear drawer. Man, you really love preschool shows don’t you?” Taurus snickered, saying that line a bit more quietly so that others wouldn’t hear. It was worse for Leo seeing as how that was an act of using his underwear knowledge as leverage. The fact that he could have said it way louder but didn’t was a tactic to show Leo that he had knowledge on him but was confident enough in himself not to reveal it.

Leo just grit his teeth and began shaking. Rage was bubbling up further.

“I also took the liberty of measuring your crotch while you slept. You know, I had to take measurements so I knew what size diapers to buy you,” Taurus said with a happy nod. “Sorry. Had to take off your pjs to do it properly. Felt around your front a little and raised up your butt too. You’ve got a shockingly small wee wee though. I mean my goodness.”

That did it.

Leo charged at Taurus with a harsh scream. It wasn’t even a battle cry. He was just screeching, red in the face and completely sick of Taurus and his disrespectful shit. He didn’t even care that the Princess didn’t officially call for the fight to start.

She seemed a tad worried when she saw Leo do that but Taurus turned back briefly to smile and wink at her, a signal that it was okay.

“You shouldn’t look away from your opponent!” Leo snapped, rushing in to deliver a blow across his head.

It didn’t connect.

Instead, Taurus ducked without even turning back to face Leo and then thrust himself upward to land a harsh gut punch to the angered tontatta.

The fist that Taurus rammed into his stomach went in so deep that it looked like a cartoonish indent came out his back. His eyes widened so large that they shot far off from their sockets in an amusing manner.

His lips curled up as spit flew from his mouth too.

When Taurus removed his fist and backed away. Leo stumbled and gasped repeatedly, drool caking his mouth.

He looked dizzy and was struggling to keep his footing steady. He did eventually grab his gut while hunched over with his butt pointed at the people behind him. That was embarrassing enough but the added laugh he heard from a few people made it worse. Others just looked and sounded concerned.

Leo was their hero after all. No one wanted to see him get his body rocked, really, but if it was for the sake of a sporting competition they would understand.

They figured Leo would be mature enough to as well… so why did he charge in looking all angry and not wait before Mansherry gave the order to fight?

That was so unorthodox. So weird.

It got the crowd muttering amongst themselves again.

Leo was too laser focused on Taurus to notice the slight shift in allegiances happening all around him though. He wiped his mouth with his arm and then spat on the grass.

“Cheap shot,” Leo said.

“Uh, no.” Taurus shook his head. “You charged at me first, before the fight officially started, and I still landed a shot.”

“Whatever,” Leo had no come back for that and he honestly wasn’t interested in finding a good verbal response. The time for talking was over for him. “The fight’s begun so let’s continue it!”

Taurus nodded. “As you wish!”

He produced his javelin and Leo produced his needle. They stared each other down for only a split second longer before charging at one another and doing the expected clashes.

Upon hitting his first clash, though, Leo felt something strange in his gut.

The bubbling rage seemed to turn into bubbling piss or something because his bladder was whining under the surface.

It was while he was in the middle of holding back a javelin being thrust down at him, while bent over backwards and sweating with gritted teeth, that he realized he forgot to use the bathroom before coming here.

He needed to wrap this up quickly then. He couldn’t have his body betraying him with constant pangs of urges to go. God, it sucked even more considering Taurus wanted to get him into a diaper.

He didn’t want this current situation to feel anywhere near close to ironic. He just wanted this to end.

Leo’s inner turmoil was likely making Taurus rather happy though. He could tell by the look on this douchebag’s face that he was sensing his distress. What kind of leader would Taurus be then huh? Would he look for his subordinates to distress and for them to fail?

Why was he even thinking like that? He wasn’t Taurus’ subordinate!

Leo’s slashes and jabs at him began to increase as he felt the invigoration of a steadfast win was something to be obtained here. He wanted to defeat his opponent handedly and ensure that there would be no doubts as to who should be the one to lead these men and women into battle.

These thoughts standing at the forefront of his mind were what heated him up and made his jabs and slashes start to increase in pace and power. He was going to win! He could feel it!

Taurus’ smug face remained though. Leo’s eye twitched.

He was getting annoyed again. His mental fortitude was trying to remain stacked but he couldn’t hack it for some reason. Each time his mind tried to urge him to continue on with the best of intentions for everyone and his sense of self, he would feel his heart drop whenever he merely saw Taurus’ unworried face.

Were none of his attacks working on him? Not even in a manner of instilling intimidation?

It looked like they weren’t because eventually Taurus yawned.

Leo got an anime anger vein at the side of his head. “Take this seriously!” He shouted, spewing a bit of spit from how fast he chortled that one out.

“Oh? The guy who cheated and came late despite that wants me to take this seriously, does he?” Taurus said.

“I didn’t cheat!” Leo said. It was a blatant lie but it just slipped out of his mouth. After all, he couldn’t have people thinking he’d cheat. He couldn’t even actually be a cheater, right? He was a hero! Heroes didn’t cheat!

“Uh-huh,” Taurus sounded unconvinced and pushed Leo back when they clashed again, using his javelin as a means of pushing him off.

“Whoa! WHOA!” Leo gasped, stumbling to try and keep his position when this happened. He hated looking so stupid. Fumbling around like a newborn fawn shouldn’t be on his to do list. He needed to shape up and–!

WHACK!

“GUUUGH!” Leo’s eyes went all starry and his head lurched down again. A large anime bump appeared on it as he grabbed at it, teary eyed. Taurus just whacked him with his javelin and it hurt like a beetle sting to the noggin!

“You’re really bad at this actually,” Taurus said, sticking his tongue out.

Leo, still teary eyed, merely snarled and took another jab upwards at Taurus. It was a rather violent stab, one that would have concerned the onlookers were he facing anyone else.

Taurus saw his opportunity through this though. When Leo jabbed upward, he grabbed his arm and got into a position that allowed him to successfully hurl Leo over his head and slam him down hard onto his back.

Leo coughed heavily as dirt was kicked up from the impact. His needle went flying as he laid there with his arms and legs spread, staring up at the clouds with his eyes widened by the shock of it all.

Taurus dusted his hands off. “So easy…”

Leo growled again, clenching both his teeth and his fists before jumping to his feet and spinning around fast. This movement was meant to have it so his large brush-like tail would swat Taurus onto his butt or even send him flying out of the area.

Taurus saw the move coming, however, and avoided it with a simple jump. He then followed through with an easily dodged kick to the face.

Easily dodged or not, Leo didn’t manage to do it.

Leo got kicked in the face and the slow motion replay saw him making quite the goofy, cross-eyed look as it happened. The slowness of the distress in his voice as his eyes bugged out, a tooth shot from his mouth, and drool slobbered its way onto Taurus’ foot was hilarious.

The real speed in which things were moving at saw Leo flying back and skidding along the dirt towards his discarded needle though.

He tried to roll himself to a stop. The momentum was too harsh though. He couldn’t do it easily and thus had to pound his fingers into the dirt and skid to a stop with his butt and tail sticking up.

He was on all fours like a dog and blaring his eyes at Taurus. Despite his opponent’s name, Leo was the one who came charging at him like a bull now.

“Hey, Leo, you might want to–” Taurus began but nope. Leo wasn’t having any of that. No chit chat.

Leo closed the distance between them, leaving a trail of smoke behind, and got to doing fisticuffs against his opponent now. Taurus blocked all the punches with ease but was snickering as he did so.

Now what?!

“What is so gosh darn funny?!” Leo demanded. “Can’t you take anything seriously?!”

Leo was certain Taurus was the problem here but then he heard murmuring and snickering all around him. That confused Leo but when he took another step, he heard a harsh ripping and tearing noise.

Leo’s eyes widened. He looked back and saw what the issue was.

When his butt was raised earlier his overalls poked against his discarded needle and got stuck a bit. When he rushed forward, he stretched them out and his constant movement saw them finally ripping.

Fwump.

Leo’s overalls unceremoniously dropped to his feet as he looked back.

His Sesame Street printed briefs were on open display to everyone.

The crowd stared directly at them. They were taking in the information and trying their best to compute what they were seeing. It almost seemed unreal.

The soldiers had seen something similar too but that was easily written off as a weird fluke. Here though, in front of damn near the entire village, what was there to deny?

THIS was the kind of underwear that their hero and head warrior wore!

The murmuring grew louder as Leo stood there, stiff as a board with his arms clasped to his sides and his fists shaking as they curled up.

A little bit of snot dripped from his nose as he stared blankly ahead at nothing, frozen from the fear and abject humiliation washing over him.

Then, when a giggle dispersed from one of them, the crowd followed suit.

Everyone started laughing!

Leo’s eyes grew even wider. He had a derped smile on his face and his eyes twitched.

That smile did slowly float away though and grew into one of despair as he slowly turned to look around at the now gawking, laughing, and pointing tontatta.

His eyes landed on Princess Mansherry last, who looked like she was puffing out her cheeks. Why? Was it from frustration? Anger? Was she being a pouty baby again?

Her sudden shift to pointing and laughing at him made the answer clear. She was trying to hold in a laugh but failed to do so. Now that she had allowed herself to let go, her laughter seemed to ring the loudest amongst the crowd.

Leo’s face dropped.

He had no idea it would embarrass him this much but it did. Princess Mansherry was a person he slagged off all the time for being childish and yet here she was laughing at him because of his toddler-like underoos!

The embarrassment was making his bladder ache harder. He felt it twinge and shake roughly now. It was too hard to ignore. It hurt. He needed to use the bathroom. He needed to get out of here! He had to–!

WHOOOMF!

Taurus rammed his entire fist into Leo’s gut.

Leo gurgled as his body folded over it. The fist made his tummy go concave. His jaw dropped and then his mouth formed an “0” shape that let everyone watching know that the pain was radiating throughout his entire body.

Leo stumbled back when his feet landed back on the ground after Taurus’ fist kept him suspended for about a minute.

“You alright there champ?” Taurus asked, talking to someone who was supposed to be his superior like he was his son.

Leo looked stupid though. He was gasping and coughing breathlessly while holding his gut. He was hunched over and his shaking knees kept knocking. Worse still, he felt droplets of pee seep into his briefs. He actually felt that happening!

No! It couldn't be happening! Not to him! Not to the hero of this fight!

He technically just peed himself a little because of this punk's punch! What was a warrior to do?

Leo stumbled back a bit to try and get his bearings but there was none to be had. He fell over and landed on his butt before swooning and moaning. The trees seemed to be spinning and his disorientation amongst the laughter was making the dizziness more intense.

He stuck out his butt and attempted to get up. However, poking his head up saw a closed fist flying right towards him. This was followed by a bright flash of light and a few sparkling stars.

Leo spun around about seven times like a drunk figure skater, tongue out with drool spritzing the ground. There hadn't been a wet spot on his undies before but there was now. It had increased and was visible in a few patches on his underwear that collected into one big baseball sized wet spot.

"Duuuuuh~! Cheese and crackers on my pancakes please! It's my special day!" Was all Leo had to say as his eyes rolled around and around in his sockets.

He wasn't sure who he was right now. Where was he actually? Wasn't it his 5th birthday? Was this a party for him? Was it breakfast time? Lunch? Dinner?

What about the potty? He needed to go potty. He hoped his big brother Taurus here could help him go pee.

Leo giggled stupidly, stumbling around as the drool on his face caked his chin and dribbled onto his chest now. He was in just his briefs which were growing increasingly wet thanks to his bladder crying for his inevitable loss. Streams of pee were going down his legs now but the small amount of defiance trapped in Leo's will still didn't see him letting his bladder go fully.

Taurus just grinned and snapped a few photos of this using one of their tiny cameras. Transponder Snails weren't a thing here. They set those free into the wild whenever they come across one. Here they just used the tech put onto the snails for leaves and sticks. It still worked.

With some pictures happily acquired, Taurus licked his lips and began to approach Leo calmly. He was no longer on guard. Why did he need to be? Leo was punch drunk stupid right now.

Still, it didn’t mean they were done. They weren’t done until Taurus was satisfied.

With that, Taurus’ fist came at Leo in an arc that saw him getting punched in the face yet again. Leo sputtered out drool and gyrated a little bit upon impact. His arms were limp noodles and the drool just kept flowing down his chin.

Taurus did not stop. To say he didn’t care that Leo looked this way would be inaccurate. This was exactly how he wanted him to look. This was the look Leo needed to have on his dumb face. This was the true Leo as far as he was concerned.

Now, everyone watching was catching a glimpse.

The gurgling, spasming, gap-toothed, eye rolling loser before him was what Leo was and they were all able to see it.

Leo didn’t defend himself as Taurus wailed on him some more here. He couldn’t. That punch just knocked whatever was in his brain that allowed him to properly function loose. His body was a punching bag now. He was ragdolling up and down, back and forth with each punch to the gut, face, and balls.

Seeing Leo slump his crotch over his fist or fall into his chest with a light snore only to be woken up and made to babble out nonsense like “I like to shove strawberries up my butt with a side of salt” whenever Taurus punched the side of his head again felt like a dream come true.

The onlooking crowd was hollering and cheering by this point. The disillusionment of Leo’s demeanor had hit full force now. He looked too silly. He looked too stupid. There was no way he’d be able to sell this as a respectable bout where he lost with dignity. He was currently flopped onto the grass, humping at the dirt because his body was spasming out of control. It looked so funny.

Taurus laughed of course but the surprise chortle that was coming from Princess Mansherry almost got Leo back from the brink.

It almost did but Taurus saw the life momentarily flash back into his pupils when he raised him up by his hair and put a stop to that by putting him into a chokehold.

Sitting on the grass with the struggling and flailing Leo before him, Taurus sneered and leaned to the side of Leo’s head a bit to whisper into his ear.

“I know you tried to cheat today but they don’t. Tell them what you did and I’ll make this knockout less painful,” Taurus said in a voice that sounded like the most sinister thing Leo had ever heard in his life.

With his drooling tongue out and glazed over, crossed eyes, Leo panted out a huff of surrender.

Taurus tightened his grip on Leo’s throat, making his limbs bounce up and down a little like that of a puppet being improperly handled.

“Not what I said to do,” Taurus continued to speak in his harsh tone of voice. It was making Leo shiver and the control he had over his bladder kept loosening with each word he said. He didn’t want to admit he was scared of this guy but his body was struggling not to make it obvious to all the laughing and pointing onlookers.

Still, he didn’t want any more pain than necessary. Besides, he could admit to it. Maybe if he did they’d see it as noble of him to admit to his folly.

Or they’d be disgusted by it and find him even more pathetic that he only admitted to it when he was about to lose the fight.

Leo’s heart was beating rapidly. He didn’t know how it had come to this. He didn’t even want to do this fight. He tried to put a stop to it but the situation somehow ended up worse than what he was mildly concerned about in his head!

He had to make things just a little bit better for himself.

“O…o–okay… okay… I-I ch-cheated… I tried… tried to cheat…!” Leo barely managed to choke out. Each word out of his mouth sounded like a baby trying to talk.

The onlookers were rather upset of course. One moment his torment was funny but hearing those words out of their galant warrior’s mouth left them feeling astonishingly dismal. It made Taurus happy though. The shift in the atmosphere was making it clear that the way people viewed Leo was turning on its head.

“Keep going!” Taurus ordered, tightening the chokehold.

Leo let out a tiny shriek. “I… s-switch… switched duh timesss on d…duh board… in da town s-sq-square… I… twied ta…cheat…!”

He kept speaking and the looks on the other tontattas faces just seemed more and more disappointed. Mansherry was too shocked to look disappointed. She usually stuck her nose up at Leo whenever he did something she didn’t like but this? This just wasn’t Leo. She didn’t know how to react.

“What do we have to say to that folks?” Taurus asked the crowd, trying to hype them up for a response.

“BOOOOO~!” A ton of them began to boo Leo, pointing their thumbs down at him from all sides.

Leo panted, tongue out, covered in sweat, piss in his briefs, and struggling to stay conscious. He couldn’t take the public disapproval and ridicule on top of this. He felt his bladder start to let out more and more spurts. He didn’t even know why he was bothering to hold it in still. His briefs were soaked already.

The idea that fully allowing himself to pee his underwear would somehow save him any dignity was a farce. He knew that and yet he still couldn’t allow himself to do it.

“Clearly, this BABY has been naughty!” Taurus shouted, now shifting his position so that Leo was bent over. Leo let out a loud wail this time.

In an impressive maneuver that seemed almost magical, Taurus whipped out the diaper he wanted to put on Leo from behind his back. With his wiggly fingers, he unfolded it and tossed it down in front of Leo, making him hover over it like a cage he was about to be dropped into.

Leo’s arms dangled over it as he looked down at the baby garment in front of him. It was a white diaper with baby blocks, stars, pacifiers, and baby bottle designs decorating it. It screamed “fit for a baby” and it was staring him in the face like a reflection of the future that awaited him should he be strapped into that thing.

Leo wanted to say something. He wanted to say anything to get him out of this. He wanted to turn back time to navigate this better. He wanted to escape whatever hand fate had dealt him here.

Instead of that, he felt fate slam a mighty palm onto his bottom.

“YEEEEOWWWCH!” Leo screamed, eyes bugging out and body wiggling uncontrollably in reaction to that hit. His booty was stinging in pain and the wait that Taurus took for himself before spanking his bottom again seemed even crueler as a result.

Taurus grinned, spanking Leo in perfect intervals in front of the crowd. He knew that waiting a bit before the next smack would make it so the next hit hurt more. The ones he did needed to sit there for a second before they were overshadowed by his oncoming hand.

Leo blushed and cried, tears flowing from his face as he was spanked in front of everyone. He hadn’t even really noticed it but he did now; there was a breeze on his bottom from when Taurus yanked his briefs down to his ankles. He was bare bottomed and his little butt was being shown off to all the onlookers.

The light shined off his bouncy cheeks as they were smacked over and over again. The little wiggle they did when the hits landed made everyone go back to laughing at him rather than leering in disappointment. Well, some still did but whether they were laughing or looking on in disgust, it was making Leo feel even worse.

It was so bad that his body had given up. The bladder strain within him involuntarily decided to loosen itself. Leo felt it coming and even shouted out a loud “NO! PLEASE DON’T!” to his own bladder to command it to hold back.

It didn’t work. Again, there was no point.

His little wee wee was exposed too anyway. People facing him from the front could see it and were currently making pointed remarks about its size.

When Leo noticed that, his eyes got extraordinarily big and he froze. The blush that crawled to his face was almost abnormally red. He’d never been so thoroughly exposed or humiliated in all his life.

When Princess Mansherry, however, caught sight of it, that was it.

The stream flowed and he couldn’t stop it.

Whatever was left in his bladder splashed down onto the unfolded diaper right below him, christening it with all his golden glory before the crowd.

Leo’s body fidgeted. He twitched and gurgled. He was straining and struggling to process what was happening. It was like every embarrassment came compounded with a new embarrassment and that just made him embarrass himself more.

The light-headedness was returning. Taurus was tightening the grip on his throat once more. Leo was starting to gurgle and sputter out more drool again. He couldn’t even properly protest this as a falling back on the agreement not to hurt him if he confessed.

Taurus didn’t need to accept the terms of his own deal though. Who would care if he honored the deal of a cheating, baby loser like him?

He set a trap and Leo fell for it. Because Leo admitted to cheating, no one would care if he fell back on the deal they just made. Now he was being choked out with his dastardly deed exposed to everyone anyway!

Leo realized this all too late and the combination of his wetting, his chokehold, his emasculation, and his fallen status hit him like a brick to the face.

His eyes fluttered and then rolled up. With his tongue out and eyes closed he mercifully passed out in Taurus’ arms.

The cheering grew louder as Leo going beddy bye was what finally signaled the end of the fight. Taurus couldn’t help himself here. He had to bask in the afterglow of his win.

As such, he stood up to properly bow. This caused him to let go of Leo which, of course, meant the unconscious, so-called warrior, fell right on top of his soaked diaper.

Thankfully, his crotch landed right where it was supposed to while his face rested and drooled in the grass.

His exposed butt continued to have the sun bounce off it for a bit longer. Mansherry stared at it the most.

It was something she had always wanted to see but not quite like this. Because she was seeing it in this context, things felt different.

She was so magnanimously unimpressed.

Taurus did eventually stop his bowing and bent down to properly fasten the wet diaper onto Leo’s butt. Unable to help himself again, he raised his foot and planted it on the poofy backside sticking up at him.

Taurus did a few cool poses with his fists in the air. Flashes went off all around him. The fight had its decided victor and the humiliating position of the loser beneath his foot couldn’t have been made more clear.

Not only had Leo been diapered but he was somehow diapered in a pamper he peed in before it even got on him. That was astonishing.

Taurus looked down at the sleeping Leo with his eyes narrowed just then.

With an uptick in pride within his voice he merely said, “I hope you make the most of your demotion… former captain.”