Write a continuation of this story in which Drakor is forced to fulfill his godly duties while wearing a diaper. Here is the story: Once upon a time, in a faraway land of dragons and magic, there lived a powerful dragon god named Drakor. Drakor was a majestic creature, with shimmering emerald scales and piercing golden eyes that held a hint of something otherworldly. He was a creature of immense power and wisdom - capable of controlling the elements and commanding armies of lesser dragons. Drakor was respected and revered by all who knew him, and he was content with his life as a god.

One day, however, Drakor woke up with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. At first, he thought it was just indigestion from the massive meal he had eaten the night before, but as the day went on, the discomfort grew worse. He tried to ignore it, focusing on his work, but his attention kept drifting to the incessant pressure building within him.

Drakor tried to find some relief by using his powers to create a small private chamber, but to his dismay, he found himself too embarrassed to use it. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was something shameful, unworthy of a god. He tried to hold his pee and poop in, but it felt like an impossible task. It was like his body was rebelling against him, forcing him to acknowledge this basic need that he had always been able to ignore before.

As the day wore on, Drakor grew more and more uncomfortable. He danced from foot to foot, feeling his bladder and bowels clenching and releasing in a desperate attempt to find some relief. He tried to focus on meditating, but the looming presence of his need for the toilet was always at the forefront of his mind. It was a constant distraction, and Drakor found himself growing increasingly anxious and irritable.

As time ticked by, the urge to use the toilet became almost unbearable. Drakor was so desperate that he was considering flying away to some remote corner of the world, where he could relieve himself without anyone knowing. But even as he considered this, a stray thought crept into his mind - what if someone saw him? What if some poor, unsuspecting dragon stumbled upon him, squatting to defecate like some common beast? The thought was too terrible to bear, and Drakor was paralyzed with anxiety.

And then he saw it - a small, woven basket filled with soft, fluffy material. It was a diaper - the kind that human parents used to wrap around their children. Drakor had only seen them a handful of times in his life, but he knew what they were for. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he could really do this, if he could stoop so low as to use a diaper.

But then the pressure became too much, and Drakor knew he didn’t have a choice. He used his magic to shrink the diaper to fit his massive frame, cast a spell to secure it in place, and then let out a deep breath of relief as he finally allowed himself to use it.

The sensation was strange - at first, he felt a warm, wet trickle spreading across the front of the diaper. It felt wrong, somehow, to be peeing and defecating in such an undignified way. But then something shifted, and he found himself becoming acutely aware of the way the material was molding itself to his body - the soft, squishy padding pressing against his groin and backside. It was almost…comfortable.

Drakor wasn’t sure how long he stood there, letting himself urinate and defecate, but when he finally finished, he was surprised to find that the diaper had held up admirably. There was no leaking, but a lot of bulging - it looked very unusual. He hesitated for a moment, wondering what he should do next - he certainly couldn’t continue wearing a diaper in front of all the other dragons, masquerading as if nothing was amiss - but then he had an idea.

He used his magic to fashion himself a makeshift diaper bag, and then shifted into his human form, using his powers to make himself look like a normal human traveler on his way through town. It was a risky move - there was always a chance that he would be recognized - but at this point, he was desperate for a little freedom.

Drakor wandered through the streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling marketplace. It was strange, being so small - he felt oddly vulnerable, exposed without the protective shell of his dragon form. But it was also exhilarating, in a way. He had never experienced the world quite like this before, as a tiny, weak human man.

As he walked, Drakor was suddenly struck by a wave of intense cramps. He let out a choking gasp of pain, doubling over as he felt a hot, wet mess spreading across the back of his diaper. It was humiliating, disgusting - he was a god, for crying out loud, and here he was, soiling himself like a helpless infant.

But even as he was consumed with shame and revulsion, there was something else there too - a small but undeniable relief. His stomach felt better, the cramps easing up just a little. And the diaper - though slightly discolored now - still felt soft and soothing against his skin.

Drakor knew he couldn’t keep this up indefinitely. At some point, he would have to return to his true form and deal with the mess he had made. But for now, he just walked - feeling the squish and rustle of the diaper beneath his robes, feeling the curious stares of the other humans as they wondered who this strange traveler was.