>>3388563"Well, you're wearing an Orca suit, buuut... you're wearing another certain article of clothing along with it..."
The thought of what Alia was saying hit Gabby like a brick.
"I... we can take it off still and it won't break, right? So I can go to the bathroom, right?"
"I don't think you want to do that."
"W... what do you mean?"
Alia poked Gabby's muffin-top for emphasis.
"I mean you're a diaper-wearing leather Orca. You don't need to worry about worrisome stuff like going to the bathroom or getting around. You can just go when you want to, and get someone else to help you move around. I'm here to take care of you. All you need to do is relax."
"Alia, this isn't funny. I can't get out of this thing by myself. You said you'd..."
"Look, you can't stand up for yourself, can't hold things for yourself, and can't even get to the bathroom by yourself. It's time to face facts. You're wearing an Orca-diaper, and you're gonna go in it like a diaper. Don't worry about it. Just do it. I'll do all the thinking about what happens afterward."
"N-no... no way... you've gotta be joking. Okay, I'll play along. I'll hold it in as long as it takes, then, when I'm about to piss myself, you'll let me go then, right?"
"No. No, that's not what I'm going to do."
"What the hell is wrong with you? I *have* to go to the *bathroom*."
Alia paused, a poker face of neutrality "Well, Orca's don't have to worry about that."
Gabby continued to fidget. She told herself she could probably hold on for a few days.
At least, that's what she told herself.
