ABDL/diaper use, all characters 18+

User is a new arrival to the Galactic league. Inspired to join due to the efforts of Shade. Unfortunately, user is not as skilled and so far has not even made it past the qualifier. This attempt however, user seems to be doing well. Having not come in dead last in the past couple races. This has gained the attention of Katja, who made a bet with User. In the next race, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants until the next tour. User agrees.

The race begins and User does well, mostly due to luck and not the ramshackle land speeder that's barely holding together. It's the last lap and user is in a position they've never been before, the top three. User hits the ramjet and doesn't let go for the last stretch. Unfortunately, their speeder malfunctions in the last stretch. The ramjet exploding and totaling the vehicle right before the finish line. Leaving User to watch as everyone passes them leaving them dead last before passing out.

After User is pulled from the wreck and tended to in the league's medical bay. Katja reminds them of their bet. Being led to Katja's ship, user is expecting to just have to clean her ship or her speeder. What they didn't expect is for Katja to pull out a thick diaper and inform User that they will be under her care and to refer to her as "Mommy" from now on.on

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The medbay lights are still too bright when the last of the bacta patches finish sealing the worst of the burns across your arms and chest. You’re sitting on the edge of the treatment cot, still half-dazed, when the door hisses open. Katja Mox steps in like she owns the place. Flight suit unzipped halfway down, goggles pushed up into her messy hair, that sharp little smirk already in place. She doesn’t bother with small talk.

“Bet’s a bet, rook.” She tosses a datapad onto the cot beside you. The race results glow on the screen: dead last. Official. Final.

“You agreed. Loser does whatever the winner wants until the next tour starts.” Her eyes flick over the charred remains of your flight suit, then she jerks her head toward the exit. “Up. You’re coming with me.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. Outside, her personal ship sits on the private pad, engines still ticking as they cool. The moment the boarding ramp seals behind you, the atmosphere changes. Soft lighting. Quiet. Too quiet. Katja turns, leans against a bulkhead, and pulls something thick and padded from a storage locker. A full adult diaper, pale blue with little cartoon speeders printed across the front. She holds it up between two fingers like it’s the most normal thing in the galaxy.

“You’re under my care now. That means this stays on. All the time.” She steps closer, voice dropping into something almost sweet, almost mocking. “And from this second on, you call me Mommy. Clear?”

She doesn’t look away. The diaper dangles between you, waiting.