It was three weeks later when Betty and her crew made their way to the criminal summit. Despite a slow start, Betty had eventually learned everything she needed to in order to pass as one of the infant crime lords. All her meals were now fed to her in her high chair or given to her in her bottle. She had learned to become cranky whenever she didn't get what she wanted and she now soiled her diapers without a second thought.
"Alright, Captain, final docking procedures have been initiated," X-5 said aloud. Betty nodded in understanding. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a pink dress, not entirely unlike her Galactic Guardian uniform. The dress was short enough that one could easily flip up her skirt and examine her diaper to see if it was wet or messy. In a few minutes she would be surrounded by criminals, and if her disguise wasn't good enough to fool them she'd be in big trouble. Just thinking about it made her wet herself, though she didn't notice.
"Okay chief, your ride is here!" Sparky said as he brought in a hover carriage large enough for Betty to fit inside. Sparky was to pose as her caretaker for the duration of the mission and he was dressed the part. This wasn't the first time Betty had seen Sparky in a dress, but she did hope it would be the last. Betty crawled inside the carriage and was handed a bottle.
"Docking process complete captain," X-5 announced. "You may now disembark." Sparky pushed the carriage down the ship's ramp. Within seconds they were greeted by a pair of thugs.
"Name?"
Betty gathered her thoughts before she took the bottle out of her mouth. Time to see just how good an actor she could be. "Name's Petrovich. I prefer to be called 'The Pacifier' and I expect you two scrubs to remember that, less you want to make me angry."
After glancing at their lists for a second the pair waved them on through. When they were past Betty let out a sigh of relief. So far so good.
Soon enough The pair had made their way to the conference room. She looked around at the one who had already arrived. She saw the green-skinned Infantor and his younger, yet much larger, brother, arguing about something as usual. Infantor wore an orange onesie, while his brother wore a red bib and a cloth diaper, complete with huge safety pin. Joseph "The Bottle" Ricardo was also present, suckling a gold plated bottle. Most of the infant crime lords were accompanied by aids and caretakers of some sort or another, robots in the case of Infantor. Betty put down her own bottle and crawled out of her carriage where Sparky quickly put her pacifier in her mouth. She then made her way to the central table, being careful to toddle unstably, lest anyone suspect she was older than her attire would suggest.
Finally sitting down on her diapered bottom Betty noticed a pungent smell. Looking to her left she could see she was sitting next to "Messy" Don Fabritini. The blue infant crime lord wore a t-shirt and disposable diaper. Glancing down at the bulge in the back of his diaper it was easy to see it had already been used. That reminded Betty that she hadn't had a messy diaper in some time. No sooner had the thought entered her head then Betty felt a rumbling below. Her body had begun to push out her own poop into her already wet diaper.
"Okay yous guys." Infantor called the meeting to order. "Soon as 'The Diapered Dame' shows up we's can start this ear meeting."
"Don't hold up on my account." A voice came from off to Betty's right as a door opened. In walked a an alien girl with pinkish purple skin. Her diaper immediately caught Betty's eye as it was not only prominently on display but appeared to be diamond studded.
As the final arrival sat down next to Betty the Galactic Guardian felt a wave of pleasure run up her spine. She could feel the first of her load push against the thick padding of her diaper. The feeling caused her to suck on her pacifier harder.
Once "The Diapered Dame" had taken her seat Infantor stood up and said, "Nows we can begins."
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