Rise of Pee-Utopia Chapter 3 Babble On, Rouge… By Deadshroob007 Darkness. A throbbing headache just behind the eyes. The stench of a hundred full diapers. Those were the sensations that Rouge awoke to, after what felt like an eternity of mindless, deep-set trancing. She’d slowly stir, a groan coming from her head as she lifted her face out of a pool of her own drool. What had happened….? She tried to piece the last waking moments of her life together. There was the palace… she had just finished breaking Tails… an argument with her empress, and then… nothing. She’d struggle to get up to her feet, the large, sagging mass of guano-filled padding swaying as she slowly got her bearings. She was still in complete darkness, but the stench was insurmountable, hanging in the room like a haze. “Hello?! Empress Sally?! I-I’m sorry for talking back to you…” She blushed, feeling a bit remorseful for her unchecked ego. She really did love her job at the castle, and maybe if she had the chance to apologize, maybe her Empress would take pity, and let her keep a job as an assistant to- “Heehee~” A giggle from the darkness behind her. Rouge shivered, her skin turning pale as she turned around. “H…Hello?” She asked into the formless void, unsure of the voice’s origin specifically, only knowing it was directly behind her. She’d begin to fumble, a job that luckily was easier considering she was now bootless, barefoot and only feeling her diaper on her form. Small steps were made deeper into the darkness, until her hands finally hit a wall. “How odd….” Rouge said softly, feeling around on the wall,eventually finding a small knob. A gentle turn, and she did in fact open a small door, one she’d have to squat down to get through, but still, a way out! She’d slide down onto her hands and knees and began crawling through the small passage, one that was smooth, and completely clean, a complete rarity in Pee-Utopia ever since its establishment.She’d continue to crawl, idly shaking her ass as she did like a dumb little baby, eventually finding another door, one with light shining through the cracks. What she’d stumble upon was something she had never seen in person. Something that Sally had often warned Rouge about, especially when it came to her constant screaming matches with the other scientists. Before Rouge could close the door and crawl her cute ass back to the room she woke up in, two large, warm hands grasped at Rouge’s hips. “Heehee, Looks like We’ve got one more little one to take care of~” said the large, intimidating bird-person that immediately pulled Rouge up into their arms, hand already at work patting the big mushbutt of the former royal scientist. “H-Hey! Let me go! I’m not like them, I’m one of Empress Sally’s most trus-” Her attempts at speaking were quickly hushed by a purple avian, one that quickly shoved a bright pink pacifier with Sally’s ‘S’ ensignia emblazoned upon it. “Now, shush, little one. Arguing is only going to get you spanks~” She giggled, and leaned in to whisper. “Not that we mind, Storm and I LOOOOVE giving out spanks~” She whimpered, and blinked, taking a moment to identify her captors. The purple bird woman was not the most intimidating in terms of build, it was clear that she wasn’t the muscle. She carried one of those long, flexible tape measures that fashion designers use for measurements, and as Rouge studied her surprisingly clean diaper, the magenta-feathered female began taking her measurements. As for the large, feminine looking bird holding her, their name was… Storm? That meant…. “Yep, Batbutt, you’re in our custody now~ Welcome to the Babylon Rogues Baby Babble-on, The ultimate daycare kingdom and re-education Center~” She giggled, and gave that big diapered bat butt a playful little smack before measuring her legs. “Mr. Dark and Musky dropped you off after he had his fun with you so you could learn your place at Empress Sally’s feet! No one with the authority you had should have ever tried to talk back to our all powerful mommy~” Rouge groaned and let out another gassy bat fart into the air, which made the androgynous grey albatross chuckle and pat that ass too. “Smells like this little baby needs to be changed real soon~” Storm said, and Wave just cackled. “Oh, don’t worry, Batbutt, you’ll get a new diaper to ruin soon, after we get some fun with you~” She stood in front of Rouge and pushed against the bat’s pacifier, and instantly, she felt a warm, thick, sweet substance excrete from the bulb inside her mouth, encouraging Rouge to suck, which in turn made her eyes go half-lidded as she drank of the thick nummy stuff. “Follow.” Was the last words she heard, as Storm placed her on the ground, and as Rouge’s eyes went full swirly, she focused on the clean, but perfect plumage of Wave’s tailfeathers, crawling after her and Storm obediently as she dumped another load of shit in her pants, her diaper now dragging along the floor behind her. All her dim head could latch on was the taste in her mouth. How sickly sweet it was, and how it made her tummy feel warm and tingly. She giggled behind her paci as she stared at Waves’ ass, mind laser focused on what she could do for them, how to worship them, and most importantly, how bad their farts stink~ Eventually, Rouge heard a loud snap, and she would be stopped. She blinked, and re-acquired her bearings. She was now in a much more filthy-smelling room, but the decor was very nice. A cute, pink nursery, with a crib that looked like Mobius Palace, and plenty of imagery that depicted Sally above all others, even a few propaganda posters depicting Sally standing over the viewer, with calls to action like ‘Know Your Place’, ‘Listen to Mommy’, and ‘Don’t Think, Just Stink~’ hung around the room. Rouge had the paci yanked out of her mouth, the warm sweetness pulled away from her by Wave, whose tongue was now licking up all the excess light yellow goodness off of the bulb. “Do you liiiike it? Babylon Nectar, the sweetest stuff you’ll ever taste~ Super delicious, and perfect for keeping spoiled brats in control.” She giggled, as Rouge scowled at her. “Can you please change me now?” She asked, and again, Wave cackled, and shook her padded butt. “You think a big, BAD baby bat deserves to have her diaper changed?” A voice spoke from behind her, a voice that made even Rouge stiff. The gloved hand of the leader of the Babylon Rogues groped at Rouge’s filthy ass tightly. “Because I think you’ll only get a changing when you show all 3 of us that you’re going to be a happy, mindless stink machine while in our care~” Jet said with a smirk, grunting and letting out a noxious babylon fart, one that hung low to the ground and engulfed Rouge’s breathing space, making her splutter and cough. “Y-you dirty birdies aren’t going to make me bend the knee…. I only bow to th-those that deserve my- *COUGH* respect…” She said, retching as she finished her retort. “Oh, is that the case, hmm…?” Jet said with a smirk, standing up and walking to stand in front of Wave and Storm, looking down at Rouge, who was looking up at Jet’s massive, pissy diaper tent. “Then it’s a good thing we’ve already planted an idea like that in your head….” He said, and would squat down. “Dingbat.” The change took place over the span of about 30 seconds. Initially after hearing the word, Rouge would merely blink a few times, but would soon lay down fully on her stomach as if she were falling asleep, taking a few long, deep breaths before her eyes opening again, looking subtly different, the iris going from sky blue to bright pink. She giggled and got back up on all four. “Crankypants Rouge is asleep, stinky diaper bimbo Rouge wants to pway~” She said with a giggle, a bright, shit-eating grin on her face. “Good girl, Rouge. Now, let’s get that mushy diaper off your bottom, save it for your din-din later~” Jet said, and on command, Rouge laid on her back, spreading her legs wide as she felt Jet untape her diaper and remove it. “Can I pweeeeeeeeease have your big birdy pee-pee, Daddy Jet?~” Rouge asked, eyes pleading as she kept her legs spread wide. “Nonono, good little babblers will only get dick if I say so~” He said with a smirk, as Rouge pouted. “Aww…. otay.” She’d quickly be rediapered by a diaper twice as thick as her normal pamps when she was royal scientists, the thick pink things keeping rouge’s legs far apart. “But don’t worry, you’ll get to worship us before we get you dressed up and down to the playpit for your playtime~” He teased, groping Rouge’s diapered crotch, a loud, dumb moan coming from the brainwashed bat, her face already firmly in ahegao before they’d even done anything. Rouge would flip over, ass up, the dumb bat voraciously horny and firmly in the rogues control. Wave chuckled and smacked her padded ass. “Give my diaperbutt a little love~” She commanded, and Rouge would oblige, crawling over to the bird girl and pushing her nose into it, giving Wave a deeep sniff, huffing all the stale farts the clean diaper had taken, before kissing and making out with the diaper, showing her quick change in devotion from wanting to leave to tongue-on-ass with only a simple trigger word. As she kissed and made out with the padded ass, she heard commands filling her brain: “Obey mommy. Worship mommy. Mommy’s will is absolute. You are a slave to mommy. You love mommy. Mommy is your god. You will be a good girl for mommy.” The words filled and repeated the bimbo’s empty head, flooding her feeble mind as she made out with the ass of the swallow. After a while, she soon realized she hadn’t been worshiping a diaper. She’d look up and see Wave’s front, and realized slowly that she had been eating out Miss Wave’s pussy, and what was flowing from it, but… Babylon Nectar?~ She voraciously went back to worshiping Wave’s pussy, drinking that nectar until Wave orgasmed, filling the bat’s mouth with thick, yummy nectar, and a refreshing, salty finisher of piss. Rouge fell back onto her already soiled booty, giggling. “Again again!” Jet shook his head and tugged on Rouge’s waistband. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of time for that. For now, batbutt, let’s get you over to the playpit. You need to watch some cartoons, and after that, it’ll be time for all our little babblers to get lots of nummies~” He said, teasingly, as one would to a toddler. Rouge, of course, was oblivious to how humiliating it sounded, giggling. “Yaaaaaay, nummies~” She giggled, and began crawling after the three Babylon Rogues, mind completely transfixed on their stinky, perfect asses, and none the wiser to the amount of heavy conditioning and humiliation they had in store for her over the coming weeks. ~EARLIER~ With a snap, Rouge was fast asleep, mind completely shut off as she was laid down in the naptime room of The Rogues’ Babble-On. The hooded figure exited, and looked over the three birds. “As I said, have your fun, but she must be ready in 1 month. I will be making frequent checks to make sure you hold up your end of the bargain.” He spoke in a cool, calculating way. “Of course, boss. We have it covered. The Empress will have this dingbat morphed into her perfect Drone by the month’s end~ Any other… requests?” He said with a smile. “...Make sure that she loves me as much as the Empress. Sally wants me to have a very hands-on approach to her new elites. And beyond that…” He stopped, turning back to stare at the unconscious Rouge, pulling his hood back. A black set of spines. Red dotting each of them. A thick white tuft of unbelievably musky chest hair. He smiled. “Call it Nostalgia.” He said, before Shadow turned around, exiting the room and walking towards the entrance of the Rogues hideout. “O-Of course…. Shadow.” The three stammered over their words as the hedgie left, without another word.