Shinji sat on his bed, staring at the package that Nerv medical staff had just delivered to Misato’s apartment. He knew it had to be this way, but the more he thought about having to wear a diaper, the more embarrassed he became, and with that, his urge to pee became greater and greater until…
With a sigh, he tore open the package, took off his pants, and proceeded to put the diaper on. The instructions on the side of the package were clear enough, but when Shinji was done, the tapes didn’t line up right and so the diaper was loose and sagging on him. He knew it was only his first time, but he would have to practice more if he wanted the thing to fit and stay hidden under his clothes.I sure hope Dr. Akagi can figure out a solution
, Shinji thought glumly, because I don’t want to get used to doing this.
When he heard someone approaching, Shinji grabbed his pants and pulled them up as fast as he could. But before he could properly button them, the door slid open. He saw Misato leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across her chest, and offering a friendly smile.
“How’s it going, Shinji?” she asked, her hand absently touching the cross necklace she always wore. “Are you able to manage it on your own?”
Shinji tried to cover up the exposed diaper with his hands, although he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks. “I… I think I can handle it, Misato. Thanks!”
Misato frowned, then stepped into the room, making Shinji freeze up with another bout of anxiety. Still, he didn’t resist when his commanding officer and roommate bent down to inspect the diaper. He did, however, blush even more when she quickly readjusted the tapes for a better fit.
“There we go,” Misato declared, giving another friendly smile. “It’s okay if you want to ask for help, Shinji. It’s all part of my job.”
“Oh, well…” Shinji tried a smile of his own, though he felt terrible inside. “Well, I… I wouldn’t want to make your job any harder than it has to be.”
The smile on her face vanished in response. “My job, Shinji, is to do whatever it takes to help you and Asuka do your jobs. I have to look out for your well-being—physically, mentally, and emotionally.” Before he could react, Misato put her arms around Shinji and gave him a deep hug. “I can’t imagine how this must feel, but I promise it won’t be forever. It’s just like piloting the Eva: you might not like it, but in the long run, it’s much healthier to go along with it.”
The young pilot had no response for that. All he could think about was how warm it was in Misato’s embrace and how he was wearing a diaper and how much he felt like a baby in her mother’s arms and—
“Ah!” Shinji exclaimed, glancing down to confirm what he feared had happened. Sure enough, he’d wet himself as easily as he’d done in the plug suit. The diaper contained it pretty well, although he didn’t like the sensation of that liquid warmth gathered around his crotch.
Misato pulled back and looked down at Shinji’s distress. “Don’t worry, Shinji. It’s for moments like this that Ritsuko wants you all to wear diapers.” She patted him on the shoulder as she turned away. “Just remember to change when you feel to need to. I have powder and wipes ready in the bathroom.”
“R-right!” Shinji answered, although he was more focused on the wet diaper he was wearing than on what Misato was saying. He gave the padding a tiny prod, then sighed and sat down on his bed, wondering how he was going to be able to focus on being a student and an Eva pilot while diapered and
Asuka paced around the inside of her room, her fists tight and at her sides, her stride as quick and confident as ever. She couldn’t afford any weakness right now, not when her dignity was on the line—and what could be more undignified than a fight against her own bladder?
She didn’t care what Dr. Akagi or Misato had to say. She would not become some poor incontinent girl who had to rely on the care of others. She was Asuka Langley Soryu, the Second Child, the pilot of Eva Unit-02, and no Angel attack, psychic or otherwise, could break her will that
Still, it occurred to Asuka, in the midst of her pacing, that Second Child
was a phrase she didn’t use when referring to herself that often. It had been given to her by others, just as idiot Shinji was the Third Child and that Ayanami girl was the First Child. Asuka didn’t know why it was so important that Ayanami was first and not her. What made that girl—that doll
All too soon, Asuka began to realize that her thoughts were soon straying down a path of old memories and pain best left untouched. That doll… that doll gets more attention and affection than me… I’m only the Second Child, not her First… why do they love that doll and not me?!
“Mama,” she whispered past the sudden rush of tears. Asuka dropped to her knees and clenched at the pain in her stomach. She couldn’t go down that path, not back to the pain and the memories. She would overcome them. She had
to! She just—
She gasped, realizing that her battle against her bladder was futile after all. Without the least bit of forewarning, she felt a warm trickle running down her legs and soaking into her panties. The tears came again, and Asuka couldn’t stop herself from crying silently in anger—at herself, more than anything else.
Anger gave away to shame when she heard footsteps outside her door. She looked up and saw Misato pulling the door open. To her surprise, the Major didn’t seem mad or disappointed when she looked at the crying teenager. Instead, her face was lined with resignation.
“Asuka,” said Misato, pulling the door closed behind her, “I told you this wasn’t going to be that easy to solve.” When Asuka didn’t answer right away, the older woman went around her and ducked into the bedroom closet. She came back out with the package of adult diapers that Nerv Medical had delivered.
“I also told you what would happen if you had an accident,” she added sternly.
Sniffling, Asuka looked away as Misato tore open the package and took out a diaper. She didn’t resist as the older woman guided her onto the bed, pulled her shorts and underwear off, and slid the diaper underneath her rear. It was everything Asuka could do to keep her mouth shut and her eyes closed. But she could hear and feel the diaper being taped up in a quick and efficient manner, as well as the soft—almost affectionate—pat of Misato’s hand on her padded butt.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way,” Misato said, “but you shouldn’t be so upset about it. We will
find a way to get through this, Asuka. I promise we will.”
Asuka opened her eyes, looking up at the Major. Lying on the bed this way, with this diaper on, and looking up at an older woman—it reminded her of home in a weird way. Like she was two years old again and looking up at her mother…No
, she thought, shutting her eyes again, no, don’t think about that, don’t go there!
“Asuka?” Misato asked, reaching out to touch her shoulder. “Hey, are you all right—?”
Unable to hold back any longer, Asuka grabbed her roommate and pressed her face into her shoulder, sobbing with all her pent-up anger and bitterness. Misato was puzzled at first, but she soon embraced the girl, stroking her hair and whispering reassurances into her ear.
Ritsuko looked up from her monitor at the lone tank in the middle of the Dummy Plug Plant. The tank was filled with LCL, which surrounded and permeated its single floating occupant: Rei Ayanami, naked except for the diaper between her legs and the breath mask over her nose and mouth.
Except for the anomaly in her delta wave, Rei’s readouts were the same as ever. Ritsuko said as much to the other person in the chamber.
“Very well,” said Gendo Ikari. He stood next to the doctor, his gloved hands clasped behind his back, and his Nerv uniform unbuttoned as usual. He and Rei were staring at each other—the former with unreadable scrutiny, the latter with quiet interest. Ritsuko had long observed the dynamic between the two, and except for moments like this one, it was almost like that between a father and a daughter.
“Will there be anything else?” Ritsuko asked, right as the LCL inside Rei’s tank began to drain.
Gendo didn’t bother looking back at her. “No. That will be all, Dr. Akagi.”
With a curt nod at his back, Ritsuko packed up her things and began to leave. However, she stopped and glanced over at her shoulder at Rei.
“What is it, Doctor?” Gendo asked, still not giving her the satisfaction of looking at her.You do enjoy these power games, don’t you?
Ritsuko thought, but out loud she said, “If you’re going to bring Rei back to her home, you could let her know that Nerv Medical has brought over a second shipment of absorbent garments.”
“I’ll inform her of that,” Gendo replied calmly. He shifted his face so that he was at least looking at Ritsuko’s reflection in the glass tank. “That will be all, Dr. Akagi.”
Ritsuko took one last look at Rei, who observed them both with serene detachment, and then left the chamber as quickly as she could. She knew all too well what really went on between Commander Ikari and the pilot of Unit-00, but so long as she remained in her current position, she would never be in a place to do the girl any good.
As much as she was a scientist, she was also a woman, though never a mother, and it was the womanly side of her that felt concern for Rei, even indulging in fantasies of changing her diaper and giving Rei a moment of real maternal affection for once in her life. But it could never be, not while Commander Ikari and the Angels were around.