Chun-Li's Naptime (Micro-Fiction)

I wrote a series of these shorts on stream as commissions. I'll be posting them over the next week or so, on days when there's not an already scheduled story being shared. 

This was written as a commission for a user named JazzySongBird. 

Disclaimer: This story features a wholly original cast. Any similarities to a character from a popular franchise of fighting games is purely coincidental, I swear. 

Chun-Li whimpered as she was set down in the crib, her bowels churning. It can’t be nap time already, can it? We just ate, and mama… Jazzy… hasn’t given me a change yet! 

“You seemed awfully grumpy this morning,” Jazzy said, gently pressing on Chun-Li’s chest, making her lie down. She didn’t resist, letting the caretaker pull one hand up to the corner of the crib, restraining her wrist with a tight leather strap. “I thought you could do for a little extra nap time.” 

Squirming, Chun-Li fretted over what to do. She hated having nap time in a messy diaper. It smelled, and was squishy, and she could never get properly comfortable. There was no use begging, she couldn’t even speak with the pacifier pressed between her lips, but maybe if she gave in now, Jazzy would notice and give her a change. 

“Besides,” Jazzy said, as she strapped Chun-Li’s other wrist down, pinning her down in a lying position. “I thought you were a little constipated, that’s why I gave you something special with breakfast. A couple hours from now, you’ll feel all nice and empty, and I’ll be able to get you clean.” 

Her heart sank at that, matched by the increase in pressure in her guts. If Jazzy had wanted her to have an accident, she’d have no chance of being changed any time soon. 

She could hold it, or at least try. That’s what she had been doing for the past ten minutes, after all - combatting the rising pressure that threatened to fill up her diaper against her will. 

Jazzy pulled on one of her legs, where there had once been the muscle tone of a world class athlete. As she latched it in place with another leather strap, Chun-Li remembered how little use it had been to try and fight this past year. She had never won, and any time she came close to victory, Jazzy would do something to pull the rug out from under her. At least if she gave in she wouldn’t be fighting cramps for the next couple hours, but then Jazzy would likely declare that she was extra constipated and do something even worse, like an enema or a round of suppositories. 

She puffed up her cheeks and tried to fight the pressure, as Jazzy clipped the last leather cuff in place. “Baby? You look all uncomfortable,” she said, leaning over the bars of the crib. 

Chun-Li’s will to fight broke. She didn’t even push, she just stopped trying to hold it, letting the pressure go. Mush filled the seat of her diaper, and though it didn’t feel any different than it had before, she didn’t seem to mind as much. It was just an accident. Mama would clean it up later. 

Leaning in, Jazzy laughed, patting Chun-Li on the head and smiling. “That’s my stinky little girl.” 

She smiled at the praise, getting snug under the blanket that Mama pulled over her. The lights went dark as Jazzy left the room, and, without a care in the world, Chun-Li fell asleep.