Terraria: Unhandled Exception

Gunshots rocked the cavern, moving pebbles and shaking the stone roof. Thick dust rained from the top, with the occasional stalactite dropping with a loud crash. Somewhere deep down in the pits of the world, next to some abandoned house, a fierce battle took place. Funnelling hundreds of small Meteor Shots through a crack in the door, some lone Ranger named Clover lost his sense of time. Inside that forsaken home, a dozen or so Blood Zombies, melted corpses of gore, shambled mindlessly towards the door, the shots rending their flesh to a pulp. Unlike regular bullets, the Meteor Shots bounced after each impact, chaining up a dozen or so jumps before shattering into red-hot shrapnel. Combine their unique nature with such a claustrophobic space, and you get a seriously devastating combination. Not even his Minishark spewing bullets like a garden hose couldn't stop the oncoming horde from piling up. Blood, guts, muscle and other bodily fluids coated every surface inside that house, masking the trap laid out for the adventurers. A pressure plate, hooked up to statues of the undead, would activate whenever someone unfortunate stepped on it. Upon activation, the stone statue would spit out the creature it depicts, and after a short while, given a signal, it will do it again. Apart from giving the explorers an unexpected scare, this trap was one of the few rare ones that could be triggered by both the Terrarians and the lifeless. Was this intentional? Perhaps, it's anybody's guess.
Once a few zombies accumulated, they would activate the trap again, summoning more copies. One turned into four, four into seven. This cycle repeated ad-infinitum, filling the house with the undead quickly. Clover's Minishark couldn't break the stalemate. From the seven inside, two would die, but another three would swiftly replace them. Not to mention, the rapid flashing from the muzzle acted as a lure for the other cave dwellers. His night-vision goggles did well to illuminate the beady eyes staring back at him from afar as they encircled him. Terrarians shouldn't spelunk alone, and in these dire moments is when you'd rely most on your teammates. With that in mind, Clover could only shout;
"Apotheka! Where the bloody hell are you?"

Deeper in the depths, tucked away behind a large boulder on some twisting path, the Summoner Apotheka stood peeking around the corner. Two emerald-green eyes bounced in the darkness, scanning for signs of life. They shined with an eerie glow, thanks to the potion she had drunk earlier. With ringing ears, the girl cursed at her teammate with every echoing gunshot. Barely able to compose herself, she dropped down behind the large stone, an embarrassing crinkle accompanying every move she made. Digging her finger into her skirt's waistband, she fumbled before unlatching it from her hips, sliding it down to her ankles. Her Vampire Frogs watched as their Master stripped off her Magical Girl appearance: a pink dress dotted with white accents and frills combined with red ribbons, with a matching skirt equally decorated with pinks and whites. Two golden star ornaments shining brightly like beacons, tying her bright silver hair into long pigtails that hovered an inch above the floor. Not to mention the sneakers, a pair of Spectre Boots dyed equally girlishly as the rest. The Frogs curiously stared at the bulking white mass between their Master's thighs, watching her bite down on her soft red lips as she poked at the front, feeling it bounce back up after each press. There's no mistaking it; the shape, the thickness, the jarring rosy tapes holding the protective pants together combined with the constant crinkling means only one thing -- a thick, adult diaper. It didn't take long before they picked up on the faint scent of urine in the air, their senses ten times stronger than any Terrarians.
The intensity grew, slowly followed by a muffled hissing and Apotheka's face turning an even deeper red, sweat pouring from her forehead. She desperately clutched her long pigtails, bringing her silver hair to her face and burying herself in it. God, she just wanted to die at that point; her third day of being diaper-bound still felt like the first. With every passing second, the warmth grew and spread rapidly, following the familiar dampness coating her crotch. Torture! Pure torture! After a few minutes of quiet tinkling, drowned out by the rapid drumming of gunshots, Apotheka's bladder finally drained out the last few drops of liquid.
Mustering up the courage to take a peek through the strands of her hair and teary eyes, she checked the damage inflicted to her underwear. There was no denying it -- the white pampers taped grew a noticeable sag on the front. The two streaks that ran through the middle, previously blue, had turned a sickly green as the white became two shades darker. Apotheka couldn't help but run her fingers across the damp plastic, listening to the sound of plastic folding and crunching. It's an irresistible temptation, like popping bubbles and taking a cookie from an open jar. Anybody normal would do the same, right?

But, as the gunshots in the background gradually got quieter, Apotheka turned her attention towards the approaching sound of a stampede coming. The Vampire Frogs stood guard, perched on the boulder, as their Master hurriedly fumbled with her skirt. By the time she managed to hook it back on, the echoing footsteps were right behind her. The Summoner jumped up -- Snapthorn whip in hand, unwrapping the thorny vine from her white gloves with a wicked smile twisting her face.
And what a beautiful sight to behold, her usually calm and collected Ranger teammate running in fear as fast as his legs could carry him! Dozens of different mobs chased him, all sorts of undead, bats and slimes of varying size and even a rare Nymph took pursuit. The girl raised her main hand, about to strike, when a sudden tug sent her tumbling. Clover grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her along as he ran, aided by his Hermes Boots. The girl begged, rage seeping from her mouth as she swung at the horde with her whip. They're no match for her and her Summons; this pile of mobs is nothing but a joke! Why are they fleeing instead of facing the swarm? Clover didn't respond, too focused on the rocky terrain under his feet. He never listens, as always. It's been like this ever since they teamed up some weeks ago. The cowardly Ranger flees while the heroic Magical Girl stomps all who dare oppose her! For a second, she forgot all about her wet underwear glued to her. Adrenaline does that, delaying the inevitable feeling of pain and numbing sensation in times of panic. Not to mention, running in a diaper wasn't as intolerable as she imagined it to be. The screams and grunts from the blood-thirsty horde helped mask the unmistakable crinkling coming from under her skirt. The Master and her Summons quickly dealt with whatever mob got close. The horde's numbers dwindled, the Vampire Frogs dispersing their numbers with ease, while Apotheka swung at them with her long whip. Soon enough, this stupid chase would end, as only a few more runners were left.

It was fine until they suddenly found a distinct lack of ground beneath their feet. Both quickly disappeared into the swallowing darkness, the glow from Apotheka's golden star ornament and Clover's goggles' fading as they plummeted into the abyss. The Summoner tried her best to tug her skirt, making sure Clover couldn't catch a glimpse of the padding underneath. Thankfully, he was too occupied with screaming and scrambling to fit the featherfall potion into his mouth beneath his black mask as the ground under them slowly started emerging. The Summoner, though, had no sort of protection; she accepted her untimely demise here and prepared for the initial jolt of pain as she approached the floor. Here, dying wasn't a finality, only an inconvenience.
Surprisingly -- death never came. Only a muffled crinkle and the sudden force of terminal velocity slamming against the pavement. It didn't even hurt. She blinked, unsure of what happened, scanning around in confusion. Somewhere in a pile of rubble nearby, Clover laid with broken bones and deep gashes, thankfully still alive. Apotheka, unconcerned with his injuries, took this time to investigate the cause of her survival. Sliding her hand under her butt, she figured it must have been the wet stuffing that mitigated most of the fall damage. A bit confused but thankful for this immense luck, the girl widened her smirk. Perhaps, just maybe, the embarrassing nature of her strange illness had its own perks. At first, she believed that the diapers given to her by the Nurse were a waste of accessory space better used on something else. There's nothing more important than correct accessory usage, as you're only limited to five slots plus another five as vanity. Losing one to her seemingly useless diapers hurt, as she had to replace her Band of Regeneration for it. Perhaps investigating the snarky medic could yield some answers? Or maybe, the writing on the pack wasn't just random flavour text she conveniently ignored.

Dusting herself off, the Summoner then moved over to Clover, uncorking a potion of healing and pouring it all over her crippled friend. The two exchanged insults, him barely gurgling out words while choking and coughing up blood. Injuries like these aren't uncommon when you carelessly spelunk.
"How the hell are you alive?" The Ranger asked, mounting his shoulder back into place with a nauseating click. There was a short pause, with only the faint sound of the Vampire Frogs licking Clover's wounds clean.
"I'm just better at surviving." Running her fingers through her long silver hair, Apotheka chirped with enthusiasm. Of course, she couldn't help but tug her skirt down some more as she felt Clover's eye dart all over her, looking for a clue. Something wasn't quite right.
"You're just so full of crap, like always..." Clover begrudgingly accepted her hand, painfully pulling himself up with a loud groan. Apotheka gave her signature smirk, reassuring the Ranger that everything was fine.
The eight or so glowing red eyes that sprung up behind would disagree. Eight, then sixteen, then sixty-four, the numbers endlessly grew as Apotheka felt the cold chill of killing intent gnawing. In a flash, the Summoner felt something heavy hit her back. Before she could even bring out her weapons to fight back, the spiders did quick work of her arms, immobilizing her completely. The sudden ambush made her lose focus, dispelling her Summons. Even the rapid hailstorm of bullets showering from the Minishark didn't stop them as they scooped up tonight's dinner, all wrapped up in cobwebs like a present. A simple chomp to her soft neck was enough to comatose Apotheka. Clover watched as the brightly lit star hair-ornaments disappeared into the darkness again.

Strung upside-down, her body now completely covered in the silky white web of multiple Wall Creepers, the Summoner swung around slowly. Potent venom coursed through her body, ravaging her internally with a painful sensation burning inside her veins. Edging on death's door, Apotheka prepared to close her eyes once more and awaken back home, in her comfortable bed, wearing a fresh, clean diaper with a few bottles of cold brew to help soothe the wounds of embarrassment. Her consciousness faded in and out. At best, she could hold her attention for a minute or so before passing out again for God knows how long. In those short moments of clarity, all she could do is listen to the creeping sound of spiders stretching their appendages. Thankfully, the darkness covered the horrors of the cavern. Can't say the same for the choking smell of corpses, though. At the very least, the already soaked diaper did well to collect any further urine that escaped as Apotheka rapidly faded in and out of sleep. Perhaps it was the venom, but the dreams that flashed in her mind felt like a warm, welcoming hug after a particularly chilly day. Maybe it's thanks to her being on death's door? The brain has interesting ways of coping with low health. Those short dreams faded immediately, only the warmth still remaining after she fluttered her eyes open. No matter how loud the gunshots, the shouts of her Ranger teammate, the screams and squeals of the Wall Creepers as their bodies got burned to a crisp, Apotheka wouldn't budge from her dreams. Clover shook and rocked his only teammate, yelling her name desperately. There wasn't much he could do like this, so time for plan B.

Warming up his shoulder, cracking all of the joints in his arm, the man dressed in black-ops gear prepared a slap strong enough to wake up Snow White herself. In one strike, the warm hug Apotheka was wrapped in was cut short as she suddenly awoke in a dim cave, a pulsating pain buzzing through her head. For a moment, she forgot who and where she was. Clover couldn't help but enjoy this second of silence. It didn't take long for her usual personality to return, as she blamed and yelled at her teammate, who took the time to begin hatcheting through the thick cobwebs. Even gauging where to start with freeing her was a task. Anywhere he put his rusty sword, Apotheka would squeal and beg for a different angle. Being slowed down here was a death wish, and after a quick apology, he began whacking indiscriminately. A dream come true, no doubt. Like some twisted pinata, he struck at her while white strands of silk dropped like confetti. All of the pain of whatever hardships she's put them through got lighter with each swing. Maybe she'd start dropping some of her loot? Potions, coins, perhaps a few diapers, those would be a surprise for sure.

Pumped full of venom, suspended upside-down for hours, completely pale in the face and swishing a bitter health potion inside her mouth, could this day get any worse? As Clover hacked away, the combined stress of today's happenings finally got to her, as her stomach let out an ominous rumble. The cacoon did well to insulate the sounds of her churning guts as she squirmed in place with the biggest frown ever made, her face turning an awful blue with each crinkle. It didn't take long for Apotheka to reach her limit, her entire lower half now clenched as her intestines struggled. Sweat trickled down to the tips of her hair, pooling up and making the ends of her long twintails damp. The girl begged for him to hurry, her lower lip trembling with every word. Just drink the Recall potion when your arms get free! Those words echoed in her mind as the cold breeze of the outside pierced through her. With one final strike to the piece suspending her in the air, Apotheka was finally free.

The Summoner fell, striking the pavement with a loud thump. The interconnected web crumbled with no structural support to hold it together.
Apotheka didn't even need to check the damage to her outfit. A cold breeze caressed her bare thighs, her gaze locked on the strands of cloth that were her skirt. The damage done to her was severe, so even the smallest of hits was enough to tip the scales. There was no more fight left in her -- despite trying her best, her body had given up and started pushing against her will.
"Apotheka! Crap, I didn't mean to - " The Ranger dropped beside her, a purple potion of regeneration in his hand. Once his eyes went over her body to examine the wounds, he noticed something peculiar. After a few seconds of his eyes glued to the white bulk, it clicked.
"Is that a bloody diaper?" He mumbled to himself, eyes widening with surprise.
All she could do now is bury her face in the rubble and let things take their course. Apotheka's body, looking for a more relaxed position, moved by its own will, raising her waist up, planting her knees deep in the dirt and cobwebs. Her guts gladly gave up their fight and started squeezing without hesitation. Within seconds, a pronounced sharp bulge formed in the back of Apotheka's diaper before quickly settling into a soft lump. Then another bulged out and dropped, followed by another. A short stream of leftover pee also escaped, nowhere near as long as her earlier wetting. Although wetting was a sadly familiar feeling, this was her first messing -- in front of her only teammate, no less. She did well to suppress her urges, even making it to the toilet at times like these. A faint sign of hope, now crushed into dust. The empty walls did well to echo Apotheka's embarrassment; every noise coming from her bounced ten times over. With each push, there was a muffled sound of something pressing up against the plastic, followed by the crinkling of her diaper as it lightly expanded and twisted. Tears rolled down her face, droplets falling into the dirt and instantly wetting up the soil beneath. The stink soon hit her, combined with the thick dampness of the air, causing the poor girl to get all choked up. Four large lumps settled in the back of her crinkly potty-pants.
With one more painful push, the last of her troubles were gone. Choking with each breath, unable to see through the darkness, the Summoner tried standing up. Then, she felt a tight grip on her left arm, three green dots glowing in the dark, confirming she still had an audience. She felt Clover help her balance on her two wobbly legs. Without a word, the Ranger pushed a glass against Apotheka's lips. Too broken to even protest, she drank the liquid without question. Soon enough, the cave became bright as day, and the sinister smile on Clover's face couldn't be more obvious, his mask tugged down to his neck.

"W-What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you smiling?" The Summoner cried, pushing him away and waddling a solid distance.
"Haven't you noticed?" He paused, tossing aside the empty bottle. "Your wounds are all healed up, you're back at maximum mana, your stats are through the roof now!" The genuine enthusiasm in his voice was unmistakable as Clover slowly shuffled towards his team member. Not even the visor covering his face could mask the fiery glow in his green eyes as his gaze pierced straight through her soul like a bullet. But, despite the craziness in his voice, Clover was correct. Every cut and bruise was gone; the countless bites that dotted her body had healed up as well. All of the venom coursing through her body was gone, while regeneration was amplified tenfold. Sadly, her outfit was still ripped to shreds.
"How can this be?" Thoughts and theories flashed in her mind, inspecting every inch of her body. There was a short pause as she bent forward and grabbed her ankles, her face inches away from the pampers stinking up the small den. Not the smartest of ideas, an immediate reminder of just how vulnerable she was right now. However, a few things became apparent to her upon closer inspection. Once used, their rarity dropped from white to grey, indicating (literal) trash items. Her fierce staring competition ended when Clover spoke up.
"Gotta be your fetish gear! Who sold it to you?" He stared at the soiled Summoner, hand resting on his chin. Gears in his head turned, trying to find an answer.
"Fetish gear!? I've got a condition!" Her pigtails straightened out in anger, her eyes wide and cheeks burning red. Were it any other brat who let out such an insult, they would be strangled with her Snapthorn whip. The two bickered for a bit, Clover proding further to satiate his curiosity.

Apparently, not only was his teammate the most incompetent person on Terraria, she stole the title of the only incontinent adventurer to date. Two days before their descent, Apotheka suffered from a flurry of symptoms culminating in an accident she wouldn't dare to detail. After she spent that morning in a cold sweat, the Summoner decided on finding an answer. So, who better to consult than the Nurse? Able to heal any injury and ailment, Apotheka went with high spirits, expecting it to be cleared up by noon. If only things were as simple. There wasn't any case like this recorded. Even extensive medical checks found no immediate source for this unusual illness. The prognosis? Pure incontinence. Of course, the Nurse wasn't too thrilled with the diagnosis either -- less with the prospect of changing adult diapers. The two had a short argument, but Apotheka obviously lost that one. As punishment, the Summoner sat through an intense crash course on childcare (self-care, in this case). And the reward for being a good sport during her first pampering? Two boxes of adult diapers, some towels, wet wipes, baby powder, the whole sort, a starter pack. Already tired of everything, the Nurse sent Apotheka back home with a pat on the butt before calling in the next patient. The ones she supplied seemed rather ordinary; why would they be any different from other tier-one items? The tier is reserved for the mundane, the dirt and the stone, mud and clay. Ammunitions, torches, regular supplies were all sorted in this tier. The lowest of the low in terms of accessories, your five per cent speed boosts and climbable stools. Or was this perhaps a stepping stone to greatness? This idea piqued Clover's interest, him deciding to investigate it in secret.

Well, whatever, they'll figure it out back home once their mission is complete. In the meantime, a change was in order, one that couldn't be delayed any longer. As Apotheka prepared to depart using her last recall potion, a sudden strike on her hand dropped it to the floor. The blue flash, followed by sharp burning and numbness, only confirmed her initial suspicion. Before she could even let a single chirp out, gunshots replaced the silence. The muzzle did well to illuminate the target hiding in the caves, his unmistakable brown wizard hat and robes standing out like a sore thumb. Another burst of light and the mage clad in blues stood beside the Summoner. Despite the full diaper throwing her off balance, she successfully landed a decent strike against the figure with her lethal whip. It tore through the robe, revealing the old grey bones hidden underneath. Another strike maims his arms, dust flying out of him like a dirty carpet being dusted. In a flash, the undead caster disappeared again before launching another volley of magic. Without much thinking, the Ranger took chase, following him deeper into the caverns.
"Stop! Don't leave me alone!" Apotheka cried out, unable to get even the simplest of sprints started, tripping over herself like a toddler taking their first steps. No wonder they cry all the time; walking with a messy accident in your underwear was an absolute nightmare, especially compared to the relatively tolerable feeling of a soaked pamper.
Despite the perfect night vision illuminating the path, following the hot-blooded Ranger was a genuine challenge even without the lumps in her diaper slowing her down. The decline meandered, giving way to off-paths and impossible drops that Apotheka dared not follow. The constant sprinting, running, jumping and sliding helped spread and squish the mess in her diaper thoroughly. Every couple of steps, the girl would stop to inspect the damage, her heart deep up her throat. Apotheka ran her fingers against the plastic covering her butt, bending over forwards to check the leak guards rubbing against her groin. The usually clear plastic had turned a solid colour, turning Apotheka's face blue again. Although she could feel the disgusting sludge coating every inch of her butt, the diapers did a great job of containing everything inside. Just how long it'd last like this was anybody's guess, they are only a white-tier after all. As she adjusted the plastic waistband, the girl shuffled forward a bit when a sudden click beneath her feet caught her attention.

A crashing sound erupted, the thundering rumble of a monstrous stone boulder crushing everything in its path. Those experienced reflexes immediately kicked in, all feeling inside her body numbed as the primal instincts of an expert heroine kicked in. At this moment, there was no diaper hindering her as she effortlessly continued her plunge, boulder giving chase, as she murdered every monster who dared step forward. Those she didn't kill were left injured enough to collapse in place before being swallowed by stone.
Darts flew by her face, other boulders started dropping, bats hissed above her -- this quickly became a test of skill that only a select few could pass. Yet, despite the exhaustion, the humiliation, the filth glued on her and the crinkling underwear she wore, Apotheka passed this trial with flying colours.

In the blink of an eye, it was all over. Dangling by a lone rope in the middle of some god-forsaken chasm, she watched as the rocks rolled into the lake of lava below her feet. Frozen in place, tightly clutching the coil, the hot winds of hell blasted her, snapping the Summoner out of her state of immense adrenaline. Within seconds, the cold dampness of her diaper was replaced with the warm feeling of fresh urine again. Green tears streamed down her face after she felt beads roll down her thighs, bits of urine hitting her pink sneakers. Lost, alone and afraid, Apotheka couldn't do much but cry as she lost all semblance of control like a toddler would. Time seemingly disappeared here; the bubbling of lava and random columns of scalding hot air blasting from underneath were the only indications of reality still passing.
Things echo far down here, so when the barking of a Minishark started up again, Apotheka regained some of her composure. It's not uncommon for new adventurers to lose their minds down here, but you mustn't let fear swallow you up like that. You especially can't let your teammate, with whom you have a rivalry, see you in tears (again).
A bit of acrobatics helped her find some balance on the rope before the girl scanned the cavern she was in. As suspected, an abandoned house was engraved in the cliffs of this pocket hell. Although things are desperate right now, this place is the perfect layer for finding Lava Charms. It was within arms reach of her as well --  just a few small rope bridges closed the gap. With both legs firmly planted on the roof, the girl let out a long and deserved sigh. Her entire lower body was aching; she collapsed to her knees once her balanced was set, her butt barely an inch off the ground. Although tempting to sit down for a breather, her protective pants were definitely on their last legs, now stained with a myriad of disgusting colours. One of the tapes had also broken off somehow, leaving only three holding everything in place. Serious props to the diaper itself, holding out for this long! Earlier she was itching for a desperate change -- now it seemed like a laughable comparison.
The remoteness of this place seemed like a perfect opportunity to seize. Pulling a plank off of the roof was no problem, and after doing this four times, the Summoner was left with a hole big enough for her to squeeze through. Inside, it didn't fare any better, with structural damage completely destroying any semblance of a home. Vines, grass, mud and dirt covered the floor and walls, there was a heavy thickness in the air, and everything looked like it was going to collapse at any second. Very different from the clean and sterile Nurses' office she was accustomed to, with a comfortable silk bed acting as a flat changing surface for her to lie down on. But beggars can't be choosers, so Apotheka had to make do. Although an unfortunate reality, this is how most of her out-of-town changes would be; behind some trees, in a remote cave, perhaps even dangling above a pit.

Inventory space and management are a headache for most Terrarians, as striking the fine line between carrying necessary knick-knacks and leaving space for loot was a balancing act and a half. Apotheka dug her fingers into the pockets of her skirt, retrieving a Money Trough. This relic summoned a Flying Piggy Bank, a convenient storage medium that could be spawned anywhere and retained its inventory even after dematerialization. Extremely handy! While many adventurers used this rare and powerful tool to deposit their valuables, Apotheka had to, unfortunately, carry all of her diaper equipment in her Flying Piggy, apologizing to the inanimate storage as she pulled out all of the supplies needed. Running her finger across the only wooden table in the house left a line in the thick layer of dust and grit. Tidying up didn't take long, and what was once someone's diner table now served as a one-time changing station. Holding the unfolded diaper by the tip with her teeth, the Summoner carefully hopped up onto the table before laying down on her back, rehearsing the movements in her head. Her audience watched; four Vampire Frogs and the Flying Piggy Bank with (morbid) curiosity.
Wet wipes to the right, a powder bottle to the left, and an unfolded diaper laid across her chest -- everything perfectly devised out. The girl carefully unclipped the waistband of her skirt, what was left of it anyway, only now noticing the sodden edges of the ripped fabric. Here, she made the difficult decision of abandoning the ruined bottom half of her outfit, knowing full well that her potty pants would be on display for everyone to see. Besides, it's not like the strips of pink did much to mask the sagging padding, not to mention it did nothing about the stench.

Pressing into the remaining tapes, she felt a sudden drop in her energy. What the hell? Her stats plummeted as if ten potions had all lost their effects at once. Shielding her from fall damage, boosting her stats, just what kind of diapers were these? An interrogation was in order. Apotheka shook her head, trying not to get derailed.
There's no stealthy way of ripping the tapes off, so there's no reason to try. She pried the sticky plastic off, holding her breath as she slid the thoroughly-used diaper off of her, peeling it off of her skin. Even with her nose plugged, the stink still seeped in, almost causing her to gag. The Nurse mentioned that, eventually, you'd get used to your own smell, becoming nose-blind or smell-blind. Perhaps there's nothing worse than getting so used to pooping your pants that you become accustomed to it, not even sensing it anymore. That's a nightmare that'll start haunting the poor girl now. She gritted her teeth and pressed on, dabbing and wiping her groin with wet wipes until they turned clear. Thankfully she still had her white gloves on, although they were built to increase melee swing speed, not for sanitation.
All of this time, she'd hungrily shoot glances at the golden chest just inches away from her, its treasure like a siren's lure calling for her. Focus, there was still a bit more to rinse off. Wipe after wipe, Apotheka discarded them through a gaping hole in the ground, letting them drop down into the magma below. Once the last wipe went unstained, the process could continue. Sliding the fresh diaper under her waist, the Summoner paused to apply the powder and ointments made out of herbs and other strange plants. Compared to earlier, this was heaven. Although the lotion used for rashes was initially oily, the liquid quickly dried up and left a nice-feeling protective and healing layer all over her pale skin. Not to mention, she now smelt of her favourite flower: Dayblooms. It's an unmistakable perfume smelt often during terra incognita explorations, an omen of good health and fortune. Apotheka couldn't help but smile as she continued her work. The next step was bringing the front flap of her crinkly underwear between her thighs and pressing it down onto her groin. Now, taping up the diaper was always a challenge. You're supposed to follow some order, not randomly do the four tapes as Apotheka imagined. Left ones first, then the right ones? Was this really that important? As long as they're symmetrical, things should be fine, right?
The Summoner struggled on her decision, ultimately settling on some criss-cross order. Top-left, bottom-right, top-right, bottom-left. With that done, her first self-diaper change was complete. Puffed up with pride, the Summoner rolled over from the table and dusted herself off. There's easily no better feeling than a clean butt and a fresh diaper hugging it, ranking high on the list of great motivators. God, what an embarrassing thing to confess. Making sure the pampers between her thighs felt comfortable, the girl circled around in the cabin, taking a few practice steps. It's like breaking in a new pair of shoes; you have to make sure they feel comfortable enough before you start running marathons with them. Occasionally she'd stop to dig her fingers into the leak guards, fumbling with it until the uncomfortable rubbing stopped. Once that was done, a deep sigh followed. Her focus then snapped to the chest, licking her red lips at the thought of delicious loot inside. Dropping down to her knees with a crinkle, the girl picked at the lock for a few minutes before it snapped open. Breathing heavily, sweat pouring down her face, she opened the golden box.

The Sorcerer gave his all in his fight against Clover, but ultimately, no undead can face the Terrarians in a solo fight and come out victorious. Not yet, anyway. Some called him Tim, Terrarians and the villagers all knew his nickname. Clover dusted off the brown Wizard's Hat that laid in a mound of small bone dust.
"This'll fetch some dosh," he mumbled to himself, tugging at the seams. Hearing the rumbling of rocks and the hissing of steam from nearby, he decided to investigate further. To the side, an open chasm, bright as day thanks to some light source flooding his night-vision with unwelcomed brightness. There was the unmistakable orange glow of hot magma settled at the bottom. Stretching as far as the eye could see, this cave was an impressive display of Terraria's wonders. Apart from the awe-inspiring view, he spotted a house nestled on the wall with a perfect path towards it, following the cliffside. There were no signs of Terrarians meddling here. Jackpot. Just this last house to plunder, after that, he'd chug his wormhole potion and drop in on his companion. Hopefully, she was still lurking the undergrounds, perhaps even smelling noticeably better? Begrudgingly, he ran those scenes in his mind again, thinking to himself if it'll be worth having her as a teammate. Just how long has she been keeping this a secret? Despite their history, the looming inevitability of their companionship crumbling rested on a knife's edge. Would this be the straw that broke the camel's back? Or could he muster up the courage to endure her for God knows how long? Their team was still young, with only two out of the four slots fulfilled. Would those other two be as accepting? Was it better to just hide it? Inevitably, it would end up failing, as all secrets are shred by time. Then, would Apotheka even be willing to disclose her secret to complete strangers? If so, then what kind of sickos would willfully join, knowing that their crowd-control member could barely control her own bladder? So many thoughts ran through his head as he approached the house. Outside the door, he stopped, a familiar stink radiating from inside. With a heavy sigh, he pushed the door open.

Sat on the floor, holding something in her hand, Apotheka laughed viciously. At least she's in much better spirits now, not to mention a clean diaper around her waist. She didn't even pay attention to him at first until he cleared his throat.
"Look!" Her voice chirped, arms extended as she presented the rare relic.
Could it be? Clover rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The Lava Charm itself? This accessory, shielding the user for seven seconds against magma, served as a big crafting step in the legendary Terra Boots. A fitting reward for today's punishment. Clover nodded, a bit jealous of her find. He glanced at the golden chest, some healing and recall potions with a few arrows still left. An interesting question popped up in his mind. Perhaps there was some hidden crafting tree for the diapers as well? Apotheka raised a brow, not really thinking in that direction. The less she thought about them, the better. Also, isn't it a bit weird that her teammate is concerned with something so personal like that? The two discussed the possibility -- as well as Apotheka's hesitation to involve the Guide in this whole fiasco, the only person able to give a definitive answer. She shook her head, unable to admit to another soul her lack of potty training. Fine, no reason to prod further. Besides, there are roundabout ways of getting answers from the Guide. In any case, they were still halfway done with their objective. Clover crossed his arms, telling her they'd continue their quest by mining through the wall outside.
"As if! I'm going back home." She hissed, picking up a recall potion from the chest. The Ranger asked again, insisting that any other loot found would belong to her. The Summoner shook her head, uncorking the small bottle and bringing it to her pink lips. This time, Clover wasn't willing to negotiate.
"Would be a shame if rumours started going around..." He sighed, staring at the balled-up diaper in the corner.
Apotheka paused -- the liquid splashing against her lips.
"You wouldn't dare."
There was a good minute of tense silence.
"Fine, but you're going to be changing my diapers!" The girl muttered without much thinking, now instantly regretting her stupid response. Clover raised an eyebrow. The scene flashed in their heads, both having equally disgusted reactions. Clover choked, and Apotheka buried herself in her hair again. Then, noticing each other's reactions -- the two chuckled. Although moments like these help break the tension, they're always short-lived, as a sudden eruption from nearby reminded them that they're still in terra incognita. They locked eyes, a nod from both confirming that it's time to reposition. Clover pushed at the door with his shoulder, Apotheka following with a crinkle. The two continued down the path Clover took. Unfortunately, although the Ranger was diligent enough to check for traps, Apotheka wasn't. A single, unfortunate step landed on a pressure plate hooked to an explosives pack. The following explosion gibbed both Terrarians, sending them back home via a short respawn.