"Kira." She whispered softly in his ear. "Kira honey, you need to wake up."
Kira finally began to stir. "What is it Flay? Don't tell me we're under attack?"
Flay shook her head. "No. Not from ZAFT forces anyway."
Kira rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I don't want to alarm you but you wet the bed last night."
Kira's eyes immediately snapped open. He grabbed the sheet and pulled it back. Indeed it was soaking wet. Looking at his pants he could see that they too were completely drenched. Kira continued to sit there not sure what to do. "I can't believe this." He thought. "I just wet the bed, and right in front of Flay too." Flay could her him mutter, "How could this have happened?"
Flay smiled to herself. Of course she knew exactly how this happened. Last night she had spiked Kira's drink with some very strong diuretics. Now Kira had peed all over his bed just as Flay had hoped. She didn't plan on stopping there however. Kira's body belonged to her now. She had to make the boy suffer for allowing her father to die. She was going to continue feeding Kira the diuretics until he no longer had any control over his pee.
Flay sat down next to the confused boy as he struggled to fight back tears. "Don't worry about it Kira. I don't think any less of you just because you wet the bed once."
Kira turned to look at the red haired girl. "Really? You mean you're not upset or-"
Flay put a finger to his lips. "I think it's sweet. You just shared a very important secret with me. In a way I think it's brought us closer. Besides I don't really think it's all that strange."
This confused the boy. "How is this not strange?"
The girl smiled. "I think that deep down you're still just a little boy who's afraid to go out there and fight in a war. That's why you wet the bed. Because deep down you want me to look after you."
Kira wasn't sure what to make of all this. What Flay said did sort of make sense in a weird way. He had suffered a lot from all the fighting he was being forced into. Still, he did not like the idea of himself wetting the bed.
"Don't worry Kira. I'll help you clean up this mess and I won't tell a soul." She couldn't hold back her smile.
Later the evening...
"I really don't think we need to do this."
"Come now Kira, be reasonable. I'm asking you to wear it for a few nights, just to make sure you don't we the bed again."
Flay had in her hand a diaper that she had take from the pilots' changing room. They were sometimes worn by Mobile Suit pilots when they went on a long sortie.
"I just don't think I need it that's all." Kira had started to blush.
"The only person who will see you in this is me and I already know what you look like down there." This made Kira blush even further.
"Alright. I'll wear it this one night. But when I wake up dry in the morning you have to promise to stop."
"Of course Kira." Flay held back a sinister grin. After all the tempering she had done with Kira's food and drink she had no doubt that the boy would wake up the next morning completely soaked.
Kira undressed himself and lay down on the bed. A soon as Fly got close to him his penis became erect. "Not tonight Kira." By now Kira had turned a bright shade of crimson.
Flay unfolded the diaper and lifted up Kira's legs. She then slid the diaper underneath him and set him back down. Next she pushed down Kira's erect penis and pulled the front of the diaper over him taping it in place.
"There. All done, see?"
Kira sat up. The diaper felt really strange around his waist. The most noticeable part though was how the padding felt against his erection. His penis kept pushing against the diaper creating a slight bulge. It only got worse as Flay stripped down to her lacy underwear and sat next to him. She looked upon Kira's face relishing in the shame and confusion the boy felt. With every passing day her control over him grew and grew. She had the power to invoke his sexual desire and she was the only one who could give him pleasure. Soon she would be in complete control over his other bodily functions. If Kira ever wanted to get out of his diaper for any reason he would have to come to her.
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