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  1. InkuHime

    Some New Work

    What's with that expression?
  2. InkuHime

    Some New Work

    Someone has to cut this young woman off, she cannot handle her milk. I think the doll is her wingman....
  3. Gave the archer some thought (honestly more than it deserved ) and here's the idea. Harengon Elegant Gothic Lolita. Harengon can be either small or medium, so we will have this little rabbit lady who stand just shy of four feet. And she wears EGL style because she is supper fashionable. And Cris sometimes wears EGL style because her mommy makes her because it makes the warlock look like a dolly. And that pisses the Harengon off sooooooo much. Party dynamic, harmless conflict, an excuse for a rabbit girl in cute clothing. Probably a Kensei monk so she does not have to wear armour.
  4. InkuHime

    Some New Work

    So imagine making your little work on getting all their merit badges. And if they happen to have kept their old uniform you can make them wear it, though it won't fit well. And of course for the two or so hours a day they have to work on that they should wear a diaper so they can focus. The final merit badge they get will be for child care or babysitting, but it will be sewn on in reverse.... I liked the idea of this picture, but I don't think the uniform looks right. Still, kind of fun .
  5. InkuHime

    Some New Work

    A new picture. While I was drawing this I assumed the young lady was in that stall to put on a diaper, but after I finished I had to wonder if she was planning on putting that diaper on someone else.. .
  6. I wrote this story more than twenty years ago. Sailormoon is more than thirty years old. When was the story you linked written? If it predates this story I might have read it, though it does not ring a bell. However this story is pretty much all Sailormoon. The story beats all come from the anime and manga. It's pretty much a Sailormoon script tweaked a little here and there to include diapers.
  7. Yep. Which means all that time I spent becoming a better writer went into tweaking the story Oh, I am probably also a vampire or something so it's not like I'm twenty years older.
  8. A character design sheet I drew up of Kristine for funnsies so I can pretend this was a proper anime 😀
  9. Sailor Moon D The Power of Shame, Embarrassed Sailor Warriors by Inku Hime (Incognito Himitsu) 2021 Based on Characters and Situations created by Naoko Takeuchi. This is a story I wrote way back when. Fixed grammar and spelling and tweaked it a little from that old version. Hopefully you enjoy. It was a beautiful Sunday, surprisingly warm for early May. People were taking advantage of the day; Junban park was busy. There was something of an impromptu festival going on, a rock band had shown up to play. They were not particularly good, nor were they particularly bad. It was such a pleasant day that people were willing to be charitable and enjoyed the less than perfect music. Most of the people there were young, children and teenagers. They played or met with friends; or met new friends. Near the middle of the park was a beautiful woman. Her red hair was long, hanging past the small of her back. Her skin was ashen, and her eyes a deep blue. She wore a long black skirt and a crisp, white blouse. Her hair was pulled back from her face with a black ribbon. She had just purchased three balloons from a vendor and walked over to where three children played. She smiled at them. "Here you go," she said. The children happily took them. "Thank you, Miss," they called out in unison. "You're welcome," she told them. The three children ran off, the balloons trailing behind them on strings. "Your Majesty," she heard from behind her. "Copper," she said as she turned around. The man was taller than her, with red copper-coloured skin, and copper-coloured red hair and copper-coloured eyes. All the shades of red was a little off-putting, but he was so very handsome. He bowed very slightly to her, not wanting to attract attention. "I have been investigating, as you ordered." "What have you found out?" "This world is as you desired." "Wonderful," she said happily. "I do so like it." She turned to look out over the park and all the people. "And they need me. So disorderly, with all the different countries and languages and such. A strong ruler to take care of them will do them no end of good." "Of course Empress Platinum. Some will resist you." "Then they will be destroyed," she said simply. "We will need energy, of course." "Do we have enough?" "No. We will have to gather it." "I have already given it some thought." She smiled at him and held out her arm. He took it. "Show me." He led her across the park, looking around. Finally, he stopped. "Those girls over there." Platinum looked where he indicated. A group of four girls stood near a fountain, eating ice cream cones and talking amongst themselves. Copper lifted his hand slightly, making a quick, subtle gesture. One of the girls, a young woman wearing jeans and a T-shirt, suddenly went stiff. A strange look appeared on her face. It was a mixture of surprise and terror. As Platinum watched a dark spot appeared at her crotch, spreading quickly, down her thighs. She let out a little scream, trying to cover the growing wet spot with her hands. She crouched down, trying to better hide what was happening. The dampness spread over her rear. Urine began to seep out of the jeans and splash on the ground. Her friends looked more than a little shocked and for a moment, just stared on. A young boy who nearby began calling out about the girl who had just wet her pants. One of the girls yelled at him, and he ran away. Another of the girls pulled her jacket off and used it to cover her friend's jeans. The three girls quickly got their wet friend away. Platinum had watched the entire thing, then she turned towards Copper. "That was rather cruel." Her tone was not angry or disapproving. She was just stating a fact. "Perhaps. I've noticed that these people tend to produce a greater amount of energy when they are under the influence of strong emotions. You no doubt noticed that the girl was producing a great deal of energy." "Yes." "Shame is a powerful emotion I've learned. While there are many ways to bring it out, I have noticed that they seem to give a great amount of concern over control of various eliminatory functions." "Interesting. Can you do this on a large enough scale?" "Yes. I will be working with a segment of the population known as teenagers. Younger children may not be as shamed by such a thing, and adults often can control, repress actually, their emotions better." "How long till we can set up the first anchor point?" "Within nine turnings of this planet." "When will you begin?" "I will start the initial phase of this project tomorrow. The day after that, we should be able to start collecting energy." "Excellent," Platinum nodded. "I will leave this to you Copper, do not fail me." "I will not my Empress," he said. She regarded him for a moment, then disappeared. Copper looked around and smiled. His Empress would not be disappointed in his work.
 Monday morning found Usagi Tsukino waking up late--not a terribly unusual occurrence. She leapt out of her bed, running to the bathroom. She used the toilet, then brushed her teeth, then ran back to her room. "I'm going to be so late," she said, almost crying. She grabbed her brush, quickly brushed some semblance into her sleep mussed hair. Tossing it aside, she ran to her closet. In short order, she had dressed in her high school uniform, grabbed her briefcase and dashed from her room. She leapt down the stairs, almost tripping, and scampered to the kitchen. She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, reading a magazine. "Mom, why didn't you wake me?" Usagi nearly cried as she grabbed a piece of toast from the counter. She could not even have breakfast. It was so unfair. "I knocked on your door." Ikuko did not look up from her magazine. "Twice, in fact, and your alarm clock went off. Honestly Usagi, you are a second-year high student. You should be responsible enough to wake up on your own."
 "You're so mean." Usagi stomped her foot. She then noticed the clock on the wall. It was not getting any earlier. "Ah, I've got to go." She ran from the kitchen. "Goodbye," Ikuko said, not bothering to look up from the magazine. Usagi got her shoes on, exited the house, closed the door and took off running as fast as she could. Luck was with her that day as she managed not to trip once. By the time she saw her school, she knew that she would just make it; maybe. As she got closer, she saw Makoto Kino standing by the gates. When the tall girl saw Usagi, she waved to her. "Hurry up Usagi-chan," she called out. Usagi reached the gates, out of breath. "I'm going to die," she gasped out. "Die later." Makoto grabbed Usagi's arm and propelling her along. "We don't want to be late." As it was, they managed to get into the class with something like twenty seconds to spare, more than enough time to take their seats. Minako Aino waved to them as they came in. "Late again Usagi-chan." "Stop being so mean to me Mina-chan," Usagi said as she took her seat behind the other girl. The teacher came in shortly after that and called the class to order so he could call attendance.
 When the day was finally over Usagi bounded out of her chair. "It's finally over," she said happily. "And there's a new ice cream parlour opening today." Usagi was running towards the door when she suddenly was jerked to a stop in a manner that involved a certain amount of pain. She spun on Minako who was holding one of her long, blonde pigtails. "Why did you do that?!" "Cause," she said as she let go of the hair. "We're meeting with Rei at Fruits Parlour Crown to study with Ami," Makoto said, coming up behind Usagi. "But," Usagi began, tears welling up in her eyes, "but the ice cream parlour is giving away free samples today." "Too bad," Makoto said happily as she spun Usagi about and put an arm around her. "We have to study. Especially you." "Mako-chan, you're so mean." "Yes yes," Minako said, waving Usagi forward, "we're all so mean." Outside of the class, Ami Mizuno awaited them. She was not in their class but in the second-year high academic level. "Hey Ami-chan," Minako called out. "Ready?" "Let's go," Ami said. "Free ice cream," Usagi muttered sadly as Makoto directed her from the building. They had just exited the school when they were presented with an unusual sight. There were a group of students crowded near the entrance to the school. They could hear the high pitch voice of a woman calling out, "Free sample cookies." "Free?" Usagi perked up. "Sample?" Makoto said. "Cookies?" Minako said. "Let's go," All three said together, dragging Ami along as they ran for the crowd. After successfully pushing their way through the crowd, no small thanks to Makoto, they discovered a small pickup truck. A young, very pretty, if a little vapid looking, woman was standing in the truck's bed. She sang the praises of the delicious Copper Cookies, not yet in stores. Three burly men were handing out packages of the cookies.
 They were dressed in loincloths and wearing haten jackets, on the back of which were the words 'Copper Cookies'. The four girls all managed to get a package--Usagi getting her hands on two. Usagi put one package into her briefcase and the other she ripped open. The other three had already opened their packages. "These are delicious," Ami said. "These are the best," Makoto said. "Even better than my cookies." She admitted the last a little sadly. "You could love these," Minako said, munching away on the dark cookies. Usagi, feeling like she was a little behind the others, quickly ate two to catch up. "They are wonderful."
 The four girls quickly finished off the cookies and continued onto the sweet shop to meet Rei. They talked about their day and of potential plans for after their study session.
 
 Usagi, Rei, Ami, Minako and Makoto had grabbed their usual table at Fruits Parlour Crown, and after ordering some small deserts and coffees, they began studying. For the most part, Rei needed little help with her school work for she was disciplined enough. That was fortunate as Ami had to spend extra time with Usagi. It was not so much that the future Queen of Crystal Tokyo was stupid, she was just lazy. Usagi, growing bored with talk of imaginary numbers reached into her bag for the second package of cookies she had. She was tearing it open as Rei suddenly said, "You got those cookies too?" "What?" Usagi said, pulling the package in close to her. "They were giving them out in front of our school today," Ami told Rei. "Mine too," Rei said. "Here, give me one of those dumpling head." "No," Usagi said. "They are mine." She looked around for some support from the others and noticed they were all staring at her a little angrily. "What I meant, is that you can't have them all," she laughed, and then took a cookie from the package before passing it to Minako. They quickly finished the cookies off and then were back to studying.
 Copper stood atop a building in the business section of Junban. He looked around the streets below him, seeing clusters of junior and senior high students wandering around. His agents should have visited every one of the schools. Behind him, a heavily cloaked figure faded into being. "All has been done as you instructed lord Copper," the figure said. "Good. Is the next phase ready?" "Yes." Copper nodded. All was going as planned.
 Ikuko was just finishing dinner and already had the table laid out. Kenji would be home soon from work, and Shingo had come home earlier and was up in his room, possibly studying but more likely playing a video game. She turned the gas off on the range and then picked up a pot of curry from the stove and carried it towards the living room. She was just putting it on the low table in the living room when she heard a somewhat whining voice from the TV. She might have ignored it, but it sounded a little like Usagi and raised her curiosity. 'But mom, I don't want to wear it,' the girl in the commercial said. She was a pretty thing, perhaps a little younger than Usagi. 'But it's for the best,' an older woman, the mother, said. She had a kind tone, and something about her just suggested that she was a good mother to Ikuko. 'You'll not get a good sleep otherwise, and that's not healthy.' 'But I don't want to wear a diaper.' 'It's not a diaper,' the mother said, holding up something that did look like a diaper. Its plastic backing was a soft pink, and there seemed to be cute designs on it. 'It's just an absorbent undergarment. Isn't it better that your sheets, futon and pyjamas stay dry? You don't want me to wash your sheets every day, do you?' 'Well...' the girl did not look too convinced. 'I guess that would be selfish of me.' 'Good,' the mother said, directing the girl into her room. 'Let me help you put in on so its done right.' She screen went dark for a moment, and the word, 'the next day' appeared. Then the commercial continued with the mother going into the daughter's room to wake her up. 'You slept well,' the mother said. 'Yes,' the daughter smiled. 'But I still had an accident.' Her smile was gone. 'That's all right,' the mother said. 'Now let's get you changed.' The scene faded and was replaced by a product shot of two packages, identical except one was blue and the other pink. The words, 'Platinum Undergarments,' appeared on the screen. 'For a healthy nights sleep.' Ikuko watched the commercial, a little surprised. Were there enough older children wetting their beds for such a product to be successful? The last time either Usagi or Shingo had wet their beds was when they had been around five. Of course, if Usagi did wet her bed, she could see the value in such a product. Ikuko was shaken out of her thoughts by the door opening. She went back to the kitchen, still having a few things to do.
 Usagi stood in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth. She had stayed up late watching TV and then had to finish her homework. She spat the toothpaste out, then rinsed her mouth out. All she wanted to do was get to sleep. Tomorrow would come too early. Yawning, Usagi padded to her room.
 
 Ikuko was halfway through washing up the breakfast dishes, Shingo and Kenji had already left. As usual, Usagi was still not up. For some reason she put aside the washing up and left the kitchen, heading to the stairs. She usually just let Usagi get herself up. After all, she was nearly an adult. Soon she would be in university, or getting married. For some reason that morning Ikuko decided to wake her up. She climbed the stairs and was about to knock on Usagi's door, like she usually did, but instead opened it quietly. She crossed the room silently. Usagi did not wake. Luna, Usagi's cat, did wake, looking up at Ikuko from her place on the windowsill. "Usagi, wake up," Ikuko said, pulling the sheets away from Usagi. She stopped suddenly, looking down at what was revealed. On the window sill Luna was also staring, looking just as surprised. "What?" Usagi asked sleepily, blinking her eyes. "Usagi, you wet your bed!" Ikuko eyes were wide, her voice raised. "Ahhh!" Usagi was suddenly awake. She bolted up in the bed, looking down at herself. Her pyjama bottoms and the sheets around her were stained yellow. It was a surprisingly big stain. Usagi stared, trying to figure out what had happened. She could not have just wet her bed. That was impossible. She had not had an accident like that since she was five. She blushed a deep shade of crimson. Ikuko shook her head. "Go and get cleaned up," she told her. "You'll be late if you don't hurry. I'll clean up here." "But..." Usagi started, trying to figure out what had happened.
 "Hurry," Ikuko pulled her out of bed and then, with one sweep, pulled Usagi's pyjama bottoms off, revealing her stained panties. The flush of embarrassment spread across her entire face. "Mom!"
 "Hurry up. I have to get everything in the wash." She tossed the bottoms on the bed and then began to strip the sheets.
 Usagi ran to the bathroom, crying.
 By the time she had control of herself and was back in her room, her mother was gone. She dropped the piss-stained panties in her dirty clothes hamper and then took off the pyjama top, which had also gotten a little wet. She noticed that her futon, as well as her sheets, were gone.
 "What a bad girl you are Usagi," Luna said smugly.
 Usagi looked over at Luna. "You better not tell anyone about this." Luna gave her a cat smile. "If you get at least eighty points on the upcoming tests next week I won't say anything." "Eighty!" Usagi could not believe it. Breaking 60 last time had been a significant accomplishment in her opinion, but eighty? That was impossible.
 "I'm sure Rei-chan would be very interested in this," Luna said.
 "Okay," Usagi said, crestfallen, realizing she was beaten. "I'll get eighty." "Good," Luna said. It was challenging to motivate Usagi at the best of time. A little blackmail was justified, Luna decided.
 A short time later, Usagi was dressed for the day and was running out of her house. She saw that her mother was there, hanging her futon on the drying rod. The big yellow stain was rather conspicuous. "Mother!" Usagi was scandalized, humiliated. "It has to dry," her mother said matter of factly. "And if I don't put it in the sun it will smell. Now hurry up and get to school." Usagi stared at the futon for a moment, then turned away and ran towards the school. She prayed no one ever found out. Usagi was not the only person in Junban who was waking up wet. Minako, woken by her mother, also discovered she was in a wet bed. Artemis would work out much the same agreement as Luna had reached with Usagi. Makoto woke up in the middle of the night to discover her bed wet. She lived by herself, so there was no one to find out. She stripped the sheets and put them in the washing machine, and then clipped her wet futon out on the balcony rail to dry. She pulled a new futon out of her closet with fresh sheets and went back to sleep. On waking in the morning, she found that she had once again wet. Ami woke up and discovered that she had wet her bed as well. She went and told her mother, and the two of them cleaned everything up. Her mother reassured her that everything would be all right and that things like that happened. Of course, Mrs Mizuno, as a paediatrician, knew that such things did not often happen with people Ami's age, not just like that. She decided that she would wait and see what came of it. It might be a one-time thing. Rei woke up earlier than usual, the cold, wet sheets did that. Deciding that she did not want her grandfather or Youichirou to find out Rei cleaned up in secret. She had the sheets in the washing machine and the futon hanging up in a secluded place where no one would see it. Such scenes were repeated all over Junban, mostly with mothers finding their sons or daughters had wet their beds.

 In Usagi's class, and in classes throughout the area, the students were unnaturally quiet. Most were too tied up in their own concerns. Thinking about their wet beds. They did not have it in them to pay much attention to others, to take note that they were not the only ones troubled by their thoughts. And not one of them was going to admit it to anyone else that they had become bedwetters. So the day passed quieter than usual. Most of the teachers were confused but decided the occasional quiet day was not so bad.
 
 While their children were in school, mothers and some fathers, went off to do some shopping. All of them had quickly found the Platinum Undergarments they had seen advertised. None of them thought it odd that only the day before they had not seen a single package in any of the stores. What was important that it was wrong for their children to have to wake up wet. Most of them bought two or three of the packages, just in case the bedwetting continued. After all, they all thought, such things happen. It was perfectly normal. As for the store owners, well, none of them could ever actually remember ordering the Platinum Undergarments. But on the whole, they were glad that they were selling so well. It was better than having the stock sit around. Many of them had doubted such a juvenile garment would sell at all to an older customer.
 
 When the five young women met at the sweet shop, they did not say much. Both Luna and Artemis were aware of why Usagi and Minako, respectively, were upset. The two cats could not understand why the others were. Both cats considered confiding in the other but decided to keep the secret, as they had promised. Earlier than usual, the girls said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
 On her way home, Makoto stopped in front of a drug store. In the window was an arrangement of pink and blue boxes. Platinum Undergarments the writing on the boxes said. Absorbent undergarments. Maybe that's what I need, she thought to herself. Then she shook her head. It was just a fluke and would not happen again. And even if it did, no one would ever know. Rei went out of her way on her way home, finding a drug store some distance away from her home and school. She wished she was not wearing her uniform as it made her easy to identify. She settled for taking the jacket off and putting it away in her briefcase. Not much, but it made her feel a little better, a little more anonymous. She went into the drug store and wandered around, looking at shampoo and things, waiting for the other customers there to leave. When she was alone, but for the older woman at the cash register, she drifted to the back of the store where the things she wanted were. She looked at the adult diapers, not bothering with the heavy-duty ones. All she needed was something to keep her dry at night. She found what she was looking for, kind of a belted undergarment. It seemed very little like a diaper. "Oh, surely you don't want that," the older woman said as Rei took them from the shelf. "What?" Rei asked, a little surprised. She had not noticed the woman approaching. "These will be much better for you," the woman said, holding up a package of Platinum Undergarments. "They will keep you nice and dry."
 "Ah, no, these aren't for me. And these will be fine," Rei told her. She looked at the pink box the woman was holding. It looked like something for babies. "But those might not keep you as dry, you don't want that do you?" the woman asked, reaching for the package Rei was holding. "These will be fine," Rei said, getting a little angry. She pulled the box away from the woman and took a step back. "I would like to buy them."
 The woman looked a little surprised, but then nodded and put the Platinum Undergarments away. "Of course. I just thought you would like the be as dry as possible." "They aren't for me," Rei said, fighting to keep her tone of voice level.
 The woman nodded and walked back towards the cash register. Rei followed, wondering if the world had gone crazy.
 
 Usagi finished her homework early. She did not feel like watching TV. She was a little worried about the possibility of wetting the bed again. She told herself that it was unlikely. After all, it was not as if she was sick or anything. It had been just one of those things. She had herself convinced of that by the time she went to get ready for bed. She changed into her pyjamas and went to brush her teeth. When she returned to her room, she found her mother waiting for her. "Mom? What are you doing here?" "Usagi, I don't want you sleeping in a wet bed."
 "What?" "So, just in case it happens again, I bought these." She took the box of Platinum Undergarments from behind her back. "This way, you won't have to deal with wet pyjamas or wet sheets. Isn't that nice?" Ikuko asked. She opened the box and removed one of the garments. Usagi stared at the pink object. "It's a diaper," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. Luna was staring wide-eyed at what was going on. It was getting bizarre, thought the cat. "It's an Absorbent Undergarment," Ikuko said.
 "It's pink." "That's just to differentiate it from the boys." "There are bunnies on it." "You like bunnies." Ikuko looked to the few bunny toys in the room. "There were also kitties, but I knew you'd like the bunnies more." "I'm not wearing that," Usagi said. "It's bad for you to be in wet clothes, and you won't get good sleep."
 "I don't care. I won't wear that." "Usagi," her mother's tone grew a little hard. "I don't want you sleeping in wet pyjamas and in wet sheets. Neither do I want to wash them, and I don't think you want your wet futon on display, do you? Maybe next time it will be even more visible." Usagi's cheeks armed and she looked down at the ground. Even more visible? It was almost like her mother was threatening to publically humiliate her. But that could not be. So she shook her head. "No." She might have been agreeing with her mother's statement. She might have been quietly begging not to be shamed. "Then this is for the best." Ikuko smiled brightly. "Now take off your pyjama bottoms and panties then lie on your bed." "What? You are going to put them on me?" Usagi's eyes were wide, her mouth dropping open.
 "If they are not taped on just right, they might leak," her mother explained in a matter of fact tone.
 "I can put my own diapers on." Usagi blushed as she realized exactly what she had said. "Have you ever put a diaper on anyone?" "Well," Usagi shifted back and forth, "no." "I am quite familiar with it. I diapered your little bottom that I am quite used to it. That was not so long ago that I forgot how to diaper you, little girl." "But..." "Usagi, do as I say," Ikuko said in a soft voice that was full mother mode.
 There was no way Usagi could disobey her mother. She slid the pyjama bottoms panties down around her ankles. Blushing, she stepped out of the puddle of clothing and lay down on the bed, her hands covering her crotch. Ikuko gathered up the clothing, folded it neatly and placed it on Usagi's vanity. Ikuko shook out the diaper with a rustling snap. She stood over Usagi, looking down at her. "Lift your hips." Usagi did not want to do it, but the quiet command in her mother's voice was not to be disobeyed. She lifted her bottom, up of the bed, her hands still over her crotch. Her mother slid the diaper under her. "Hips down." Usagi kept her body tensed, a trembling bridge that kept her bottom hovering over the diaper. "Hips down," she said and then gently pushed on Usagi's stomach. There was an inevitability to it, and under the gentle pressure of her mother's hand, Usagi's bottom came down on the thick, loudly crinkling padding of the diaper. She was mortified by the sound of it, the feel of its beneath her bum. Ikuko pulled Usagi's hands away from her crotch and gently slapped them with a, "No," when Usagi tried to cover up again. She gripped the front of the diaper then pulled it up snugly between Usagi's legs. A quick pull to make sure it was tight and then Ikuku carefully taped it shut. "Oh, I should have got some lotion and powder. You are always so cranky when you get a rash on your bum." "Mother!" Usagi said in a loud whisper.
 "It's true, and it will be more comfortable." Ikuko patted the front of Usagi's diaper. "There you are, already for sleepy time." She pulled the sheets up over Usagi and actually tucked her in. Usagi felt as if she was blushing down to her toes. It had been a long time since her mother had put her to bed. Ikuko kissed Usagi on the forehead. "Goodnight," she said, then walked out of the room, turning off the light as she went.
 "What's happening Luna?" Usagi asked, near tears. "I'm not sure, but it is strange."
 Similar scenes were playing out all over the town as mothers got their teenage sons and daughters into their new diapers. Minako's mother had lotion and powder when she diapered her daughter. On the other hand, Ami's mother let Ami take care of it herself. She felt as if maybe she should take care of it and make sure her daughter was well diapered, but she did not. After all, Ami did know how to take care of herself. Rei put on her undergarment, tightened the belts and then went to sleep. Makoto put a plastic sheet on her futon, just in case.
 
 "Usagi-chan, wake up," Ikuko said as she gently shook her daughter. "Wha..." Usagi yawned. "I had the weirdest dream she said softly." "That's nice," Ikuko said, pulling Usagi's sheets back. Usagi was surprised by that and by what her mother said next. "You're very wet." Usagi sat up and looked down at herself. She was wearing a diaper. It had not been a dream. What's more, it was a wet diaper. The bunnies on it were a much darker colour now, like a neon sign indicating she had peed herself in the night. "You're brother and father are downstairs so no one will see you." Her mother handed Usagi her pyjama bottoms. "Go and get yourself cleaned up." Usagi nodded, too shocked to do anything else. It was the second time she had wet herself in her sleep. Her mother was checking the bed. "Perfectly dry," she announced. "They work perfectly." Usagi looked outside of her room to make sure no one was, in fact, about, then made a dash for the bathroom. Her diaper rustled loudly, and the thick padding made her waddle just a little. Luna was on her heels, torn between concern and amusement.
 "What's happening?" Usagi asked as she closed the bathroom door behind her. "I'm not sure," the cat said. "Maybe this is some sort of attack." "From who? And why like this?" Usagi began to un-tape the diaper, tearing the plastic in her haste to get it off.
 "I don't know," Luna admitted. "I'm sure we can find out. And maybe this is nothing beyond what it seems to be." "What?"
 "Maybe you are just wetting the bed." "Oh, thanks." Usagi almost snarled as she ripped the last tape free.
 "Well, I'm sorry. But it might be the simplest explanation." "I don't want a simple explanation," Usagi snapped as she pulled the diaper off, rolled it in a tight ball, and then dropped it in the trash can. It landed with a dull, wet 'thunk'. She soaked a washcloth with warm water and began to clean herself.
 "We'll find out," Luna told her.
 Before leaving the bathroom, she took a moment to sniff the air, wanting to be sure that the smell of piss has not clung to her. She got dressed and went downstairs, just catching her father as he was going out the door. "You're up early," he observed. "Uh, yeah," Usagi tried. It was the cleverest she could come up with.
 Kenji nodded and left the house. Her mother slipped in beside her. "Where's your diaper Usagi-chan." "In the bathroom wastebasket, and it's an absorbent undergarment." "Oh, yes," Ikuko laughed. "I forgot. Well, I'll make sure it gets thrown out. There is no reason your brother has to find out about this." Usagi nodded, relieved that her mother felt that way.
 "Get breakfast and go to school," she said before going upstairs.
 
 Ami and Minako, as well as many others, woke to similar experiences as Usagi. Rei woke to find her protective undergarment a little wet, but not badly so. It certainly had not leaked. Makoto woke to damp sheets, not particularly wet. She put the sheets in the washing machine, cleaned the plastic sheet off, and then went about her standard routine.
 Copper stood in the middle of the small warehouse. A strange machine, made up of many hoses and cables, was vibrating almost obscenely as it squeezed out packages of Platinum Undergarments. "Are there any problems?" he asked the cloaked figure. "None at all. The energy is coming, absorbed and directed here by the diapers." The Figure pointed at a silver ball that was spinning slowly in the air. "More energy will come soon." "Good," Copper said as he smiled. Soon those wearing Platinum Undergarments would start having day time accidents. And there would be other embarrassing changes as well. Eventually, they would lose complete control of bladder and bowels. Long before that he would have collected the energy he needed for the first anchor point. His infantilized victims would no longer matter.
 Later in the evening, when all the girls had gone home, Artemis and Luna met. "Something odd is happening," Luna said. "I agree," Artemis told her. "Please keep this secret, but Usagi is wetting her bed." "What?! So is Minkako."
 "One I could believe, especially if it was Usagi, but both of them. That is not a coincidence!"
 "What could be causing it?"
 "I don't know. But tomorrow we are going to have to talk to all the Senshi and solve this."
 
 "Maybe I should see a doctor," Usagi suggested as her mother diapered her. This time she had brought baby lotion and baby powder. "Oh, I don't think so," Ikuko said. "This is perfectly natural." "What?" "Look," she held out the package of Platinum Undergarments. "It says right here that most children your age wet their bed. It's all right." She pointed at some lettering on the box. "But that's not true," Usagi said. She knew many people her own age, and none of them wet their beds. Well, not that she knew of.
 "Of course its true silly bunny," her mother said. "It's written on the package." She put the box aside. "Good night, honey." She tucked Usagi in. "This is too weird," Usagi said once her mother had left the room.
 She shifted under the cover, her diaper crinkling. "It certainly is," Luna said. "Minako-san is also wetting her bed." "What?" Usagi asked, not sure if she believed it. "Is she a baby or something?" Luna looked archly at Usagi and then jumped onto her diaper under the covers. The padding pressed into Usagi under the cat's weight, and it crinkled loudly. "Sorry."
 Luna kneaded the diaper under her paws to ensure that Usagi would not forget she was wearing it. "Artemis and I also scouted out Junban. It seems you are not the only ones. It is like an epidemic." "So I'm not a bed wetter?" Usagi was happy to hear that. "Well, you are, but probably not a natural one."
 "What can we do?" "We'll have to talk with the others tomorrow and figure it out."
 
 "Usagi, wake up." Ikuko pulled the covers away from the sleeping girl. Usagi mumbled, "I'm tired, just a few more minutes." She curled up against the cool air of the room. She felt exhausted. Suddenly Ikuko's hand was between Usagi's legs, giving the diaper between her legs a squeeze. "Some little bunny soaked her diaper last night." Her tone was sing-song. "Mom!" Usagi sat up, no longer at all tired. She couldn't believe what her mother was doing.
 The humiliation did what an alarm clock could not. "Go and get cleaned up unless you want me to do it."
 "No!" Usagi jumped out of her bed. "I'll do it." She ran from her room, her diaper bottom shifting back and forth by the exaggerated waddle she was forced into. "What an adorable little bunny." Ikuko watched Usagi go. In the bathroom, Usagi experienced another shock. She had taken off her diaper and was reaching for a washcloth. That was when she noticed her pubic hair was gone. No, not gone. It was all there, a pee sodden mass of hair in her diaper. She soaked the washcloth with warm water and carefully used it to wipe away at her pubic mound. The last, clinging hairs wiped away with the pee, leaving her completely bare. What was happening? Usagi grabbed at the hair on her head, pulling at it, terrified that it was going to come out as well. Still solidly in place, she ended up saying, "Ouch" as the tugging hurt. Reaching down, she touched herself, the skin under her fingers smooth and soft. Was Minako going through the same thing? Were others? Should she go and see a doctor? Should she show it to her mother? The thought of showing her mother the hairless mound made her blush. What would she do if her mother just treated it as being perfectly normal, like she was treating the bedwetting? How could she ask anyone? There was a soft knock at the door. "Usagi, hurry up. Do you need help?" "No," Usagi almost yelled. Of course, Usagi was not the only teenager in the area waking up wet, and finding that their pubic hair was gone. Most were just as embarrassed and confused as her. There were some exceptions, including Rei and Makoto, who woke up dry and happy for it.
 
 At school Makoto, no longer wrapped up in her own concerns about her bedwetting, noticed that most of the other students were acting strange. They were all quiet. After lunch, when all the students cleaned the school, she noticed Minako and Usagi off to the side, whispering. When she approached them, both of them stopped talking and looked embarrassed. "What's going on?" she asked them. "Well..." Usagi trailed off. "It's just that...." Minako trailed off. She sighed and straightened her shoulders. "Usagi and I are wetting our beds," she said softly. "You too?" "Mako-chan, are you...?" Usagi began. "I was, but not anymore it seems."
 "Artemis and Luna tell us that this is happening all over Junban," Minako told her.
 "What?"
 "And our mothers are making us wear diapers." Usagi blushed a deep red.
 "And it isn't such a rare thing."
 Makoto nodded. "Could this be an attack?" "We don't know. Luna and Artemis want us to meet at Crown today after school so we can figure things out."
 "I'll be there," Makoto said.
 All three went back to cleaning their classroom before any of the teachers yelled at them. Usagi was sweeping up a cloakroom when she heard a loud gasp. She turned around and saw Naru Osaka standing not far off. Naru had a horrified look on her face and was pushing her skirt between her legs. Usagi wondered what was happening, then she heard a soft, splashing sound. She looked down and saw a puddle of urine growing between Naru's feet and pressing in on her skirt caused it to get wet as well. Naru's face was all red, and she began shaking her head in denial. A moment later, she began to cry. People were looking on, but few were saying anything. There was a look of concern on all their faces. Usagi understood it; she was now worried she might have a similar accident. Who would dare to make fun of Naru is they might be the next to have such an accident? "Everyone, get back to work," a teacher called as he came up to Naru. He put his hands on her shoulders and directed her towards the stairs. "Get a mop and clean this up," he ordered some boys. Naru cried louder at that. Usagi put her broom aside and followed after Naru and the teacher. The teacher led her to the nurse's room, took her in, and then left. As Usagi waited for Naru to come out, she saw several more students go into the nurse's office as well. Some had obviously wet themselves. After several minutes Naru came out. She was still wearing her skirt with its damp patch. She sniffed loudly, looked around and saw Usagi. She ran up to Usagi and put her arms around her old friend. "It's going to be all right," she told Naru, unable to think of anything else.
 "Oh, Usagi-san." Naru was whispering. "The nurse put me in a diaper." "What?" "She said it was for the best. It's just like with my mother." "I know." Usagi held Naru tighter, comforting her. The rest of the day passed at high tension. Several more students wet themselves, and classes were further disrupted by the students' constant need to go to the bathroom. Usagi managed to avoid wetting herself, but it had been close. Her panties were a little damp from close calls. After school, Usagi knew she was supposed to meet with the others, but did not want to take a chance that she might have an accident. She went right home. "I'm home," she said as she came into the house. She just wanted to go up to her room and hide under the covers. "Usagi," her mother called in a tone that was not angry, but certainly brooked no nonsense. "Come with me." Ikuko turned and walked towards the stairs. Usagi wondered if she had done anything wrong and followed her mother up the stairs and then into her room. Ikuko turned around and grasped Usagi around the waist. She loosened the bow on the back of her skirt, then unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. It happened so fast Usagi did not even think to stop her.
 "Naru-chan's mother called me." Ikuko grasped Usagi's panties and pulled them down. "I was worried about this," she said as she saw the yellow stains.
 "Mom!? What are you doing?" "This is for the best," Ikuko said as she stood up, took Usagi by the shoulders and directed her towards the bed where a diaper was lain out. "But those are just for the night." "Obviously not," Ikuko said, looking at the stained underwear that had fallen around Usagi's ankles hobbling her.
 Usagi could not come up with an argument against that. She was embarrassed to be in such a position, and her panties were almost tripping her. She could not really stop her mother from pushing her down onto the diaper. It crinkled under her and felt somehow thicker. After Ikuko had diapered her reached for something else. She gave it a shake, and it snapped out. It was a set of bright yellow plastic pants. "Mom!" "The diaper might leak when you are moving around. This will make sure you stay dry." Ikuko threaded Usagi's socked feet through the leg holes then drew the plastic pants up her legs. "There we go," she said, pulling them up around the diaper. "That will keep you dry."
 That done Ikuko turned and walked out of the room. Usagi lay there for a minute, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then she turned herself over and began to cry into her pillow. When her wrist communicator began to beep, she ignored it at first. She was so embarrassed and so tired. Finally, she brought the watch towards her face. "What?"
 "Usagi-chan, this is Makoto, where are you?" "I'm at home Mako-chan." "We were supposed to meet at Fruits Parlour Crown." "I'm sorry. It was a bad day."
 "Rei-chan and I are already here. She's called Ami and Minako. Get over here." Usagi sighed. "I'll be there soon." She said cut the communicator's transmission. Usagi got out of her bed and took off her uniform blouse. She gathered up her skirt and hung it with her blouse. Standing in front of the closet, she looked for something she could wear with her diaper. Slacks were right out, as were shorts. Eventually, she took out a long, loose skirt that she paired with a blouse. It would help hide the bulk around her bottom and should also muffle the faint crinkling sound from the diaper and plastic pants.
 She hoped. Once she was dressed, she went downstairs and walked to the front door. "I'm going out for a while mom," she called as she put her shoes on. Ikuko leaned out of the kitchen. "Try to be home early and take your bag." She indicated a grey and red knapsack by the door before going into the kitchen. Usagi stared at the bag for a moment, it was brand new. She picked it up and opened it. Inside were a few diapers, a pair of pink plastic pants, baby wipes, baby lotion and powder. She could not believe it. Her mother had prepared her a diaper bag. She closed it up and took it, not because she wanted to, but because she did not want her mother to get angry at her. As she set off at a quick walk, she was not really aware of the slight waddle the thick diaper had added to her stride. She arrived last, entering the sweet store, seeing the other four girls and two cats sitting at their regular table. Usagi crossed the floor and took a seat. "Sorry I'm late," she said glumly. The diaper was like a cushion under her bum, and she was sure she heard the crackle and rustle of it. "Well, now that we are all here, let's talk about what is happening," Luna began. "For some reason, there seems to be a lot of junior high and senior high students wetting their beds."
 "And having daytime problems as well." Ami's tone made it clear she was clinical about it. "But neither Makoto nor Rei seem to be having such problems," Artemis said.
 "That's not fair," Usagi whined, looking at Rei. "Fair or not is not important Usagi," Luna said.
 "Why aren't Rei-chan and I having these problems?" Makoto asked. "Well, we'll have to consider exactly what happened," Ami said. Everyone looked at each other, and then everyone's attention shifted to Usagi. As their future queen, it seemed she had the responsibility. Usagi sighed. "Okay. Well, on Tuesday morning I woke up and found I had wet the bed. Actually, my mother discovered it first." "That's what happened to me," Minako said. The other three girls nodded. "That night," Usagi paused, took a deep breath, then continued, "my mother made me wear diapers." Ami and Minako nodded. "I didn't bother with diapers," Makoto told them.
 "Really?" Luna sounded interested. "I used them." Rei blushed. "I did not want my grandfather to find out."
 "When I woke up Wednesday morning, I had once again wet my bed, well, the diaper." "Me too," Minako said. "That happened with me as well," Ami added. "My mother did not seem to think it was a problem though," Usagi told them. "Yea," Minako said. "My mother seems to be confused," Ami said. "She knows that it is not right, but she does not act too concerned. She has given me a physical examination and says that nothing is wrong."
 "That is very strange," Luna said.
 "I had an accident on Wednesday, but just a small one," Rei said. Makoto nodded in agreement.
 "So it was lessening for you?" Artemis asked.
 Both girls nodded. "This morning, I was wet again." Usagi was looking down into her lap where she had grabbed up handfuls of her skirt.
 "Did you lose your pubic hair?" Ami asked, still being clinical. Usagi and Minako both blushed, then nodded. "That did not happen to me," Rei said. "Me neither." Makoto was looked between Usagi, Anime and Minako. "I almost wet myself a few times today. And when I got home, my mother put me in a diaper." Usagi added the last horrible detail. "She's acting like this is all perfectly normal!"
 Ami nodded as did Minako.
 "I have not had any daytime problems," Makoto told the others. Rei nodded in agreement.
 "So why are Rei-chan and Makoto-chan all right now?" Luna looked around at all of them.
 "Usagi, what sort of diapers did your mother use?" Ami asked. "They are called Platinum Undergarments." Usagi was still staring down at her lap. The diaper was getting a little uncomfortable, she thought. It was trapping heat and making her feel a bit sweaty and itchy. Had she perhaps wet it?
 "Those were the same my mother used as well," Minako said.
 Ami nodded. "Mine as well." "Not me. But the woman at the store wanted me to buy them. She was a little pushy about it." Rei shook her head. "Honestly, they looked so babyish." She looked at the three girls currently wearing those diapers. "Sorry." Usagi thought she was not sorry at all.
 "I didn't even bother with that, I put a plastic sheet on my futon," Makoto told them.
 They all looked at each other for a moment. "Usagi. Let me see your diapers," Ami said as she pulled her pocket computer out.
 "What!?" Usagi asked. Minako and Makoto shifted around, pushing Usagi, so she was covered by the table and them, giving her privacy. Rei reached around and pulled Usagi's skirt up. "Hey," Usagi said, trying to keep her voice low. Ami moved close, scanning with her computer. "Don't be such a baby," Rei said, smiling cruelly. "Nice plastic pants."
 Usagi flushed deeply. "Anything Ami?" Luna asked. "There is a strange energy field around the diaper, and it seems to be draining off something."
 Rei pulled at Usagi's plastic pants. "You're wet," she said. Usagi blushed even more, and tears began to gather in her eyes. "The power being drained off just increased," Ami said. "It must have something to do with embarrassment. Good job, Rei." Good job? Usagi could not believe Ami had said that. "Can you find out where the energy is going?" "Yes, I think so."
 "Then let's go," Luna said, then jumped to the floor. Usagi smoothed her skirt down and glared at Rei. Rei simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Keep teasing Usagi Rei," Luna said, "so Ami can track that energy." "My pleasure," Rei said and grabbed Usagi's hand like she was a little girl. "Come on, miss pissy pants." "Rei, stop being mean," Usagi cried. "Is that it?" Luna asked, looking at the small warehouse Ami had led them to. "I'm certain of it," Ami told her. "Whatever is causing this is in there." "Well then let's transform and take care of this." Usagi sounded determined. Between the teasing from Rei and how the wet diaper was rubbing at her, she was more than a little angry. The others nodded and brought out their transformation pens, Usagi opened her broach. The girls called out to the power of their planets. The elements of their control spun around them like mini vortexes, clothing them in their sailor warrior uniforms. "Let's go," Sailor Moon said, heading towards the warehouse.
 
 Copper looked at the silver ball, the repository for the energy of shame. It was spinning faster now. It was gathering more power than he had expected. His plan was looking to be quite successful. Nearby the diaper machine continued to produce the Platinum Undergarments. Perhaps he should take this place around the world? His plotting was interrupted as the big warehouse door rattled opened, and he spun on his heel towards the noise. Standing in the doorway, backlit by the sun, were five girls in strange costumes. "Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded as he took a step towards them. "We are the Sailor Warriors," they said in unison brought on by much practice. "Fighters for love and justice. For your cruelty and in the name of the moon, we will punish you!" "Who?" he asked. "You heard us you big jerk," Sailor Moon yelled. "I'm Sailor Moon, and you've made me really angry." Copper sighed. He did not know who these girls were, but it seemed they knew something about what he was doing. He looked over at the clocked figure who had been hiding in the shadows. "Deal with them." The cloaked figure threw off her cloak. Revealed was a tall woman with dark brown skin, like mahogany. She wore a black dress, with white lace and a white apron that shone like rubber. "Nanny will take care of you," she called out, placing her hands together. A ball of light formed between them and then from the light shot forth a hail of pacifiers. They slammed into the sailor warriors, like rubber bullets, knocking them down, making them scream. Nanny laughed as Copper looked on smugly. Those trespassers were efficiently dealt with by Nanny. Sailor Moon hit the ground hard and, much to her distress, she felt her bladder let go. The pristine whiteness of her uniform's panties was stained a prominent yellow. The short blue skirt of the uniform hid little of it. "Oh ho," Nanny called out. "It looks like a little girl needs some help. Auper, help her." The machine that had been producing the Platinum Undergarments stopped vibrating. Two lights, like eyes, lit up on the device. Several hoses snapped free and whipped towards Sailor Moon. They wrapped around her, pulling her toward it. Sailor Moon screamed and beat at the hoses, but they would not release. Two of the hoses snuck up under her panties and simply tore them off. Others brought a super thick Platinum Undergarment which they wrapped around her waist. A pair of plastic pants, bright pink, with big ruffles were slipped up her legs over the bulky diaper. Her short skirt did nothing to hide them, and it was terribly obvious she was diapered her legs bowed out by the substantial padding. It had happened all so very fast. Sailor Moon did nothing for a moment, then she began to cry. It was so unfair. As Nanny continued to spray the girls with pacifier bullets Sailor Venus and Sailor Mercury also wet themselves. Auper sprung into action, grabbing both up in its hoses and cables so it could diaper them. Then, even though Sailor Mars and Sailor Jupiter had not wet themselves, Auper was trying to snag them up as well. Sailor Jupiter leapt over a tangle of hoses and spun, calling out, "Oak Evolution." From around her body appeared a storm of oak leaves. The leaves glowed with power as they shot away from her, ripping into Auper. The machine heaved up and down, like an unbalanced washing machine. It started firing out boxes of Platinum Undergarments which hit the warehouse walls and exploded into a shower of diapers. The cables and hoses flailed around and struck like whips. On snapped across Sailor Moon's diapered bottom and even with the padding, it still hurt. "Sailor Moon, now!" Mars screamed, more out of habit than anything else. Sailor Moon was on her hands and knees, bottom-up, crying loudly. Well, obviously she was not going to be of help, Mars thought.
 "Oh well," Mars said, then shifted into her combat stance. "Flame Sniper," she called out loudly, drawing forth a bow made of fire, pulling back a string of flame, readying an arrow of burning power.
 The arrow leapt forth towards Nanny, who was trying to split her fire between Jupiter and Mars. Nanny tried to dodge aside, but she tripped on bits of the exploded Auper. The arrow struck, burning straight through Nanny.
 The woman looked down at the hole that went straight through her. She looked up at Mars. "You are a very naughty girl," she said, "and naughty girls get punished." Mars worried for a moment, not liking the idea of being punished. But before Nanny could follow through on her threat, her dark skin faded to the colour of ash. Then her body just fell into a fine, grey dust that rained down to the floor. Copper had expected the girls to simply fall to Nanny. And while three of them had been taken care of (he looked at the still sobbing Sailor Moon and the diapered Mercury and Venus), the other two had quickly dealt with Nanny and Auper. It shocked him at how easily Nanny and her servant had been dealt with. He thought he might fight them on a fare more equal footing, but decided that retreat was a smarter option until he knew more of these foes. Copper held out his hand, and the spinning silver sphere came to him. "We will meet again Sailor Girls," he called out a moment before he faded away. From the packages of Platinum Undergarments and the loose diapers scattered around the room, and even the diapers and plastic panties that Sailor Moon, Mercury and Venus wore, a black, smoke-like mist rose into the air. It was thick and unwholesome looking, but after a moment the mist dissipated as if it never was. They all looked around the warehouse, the wreckage of Auper and the boxes of diapers. Sailor Moon stopped crying and started rubbing her stinging bum through the padding of her diaper.
 "Is it over," Jupiter asked. "I think so." Luna walked into the warehouse, stepping over scattered diapers. "The malicious energy has all faded."
 "What about us?" Venus put a hand on her diaper.
 "I think that we will all be back to normal in a few days." Mercury brought out her computer and tapped at the keys. "Considering the strength of the magic and the nature of the curse." She sounded quite academic for someone sitting on the floor in a thick diaper, legs splayed by the padding. "None of us were wearing these long enough for it the curse to become permanent." "What about these diapers? Are they still cursed?" Sailor Moon asked, looking down as the diaper she wore. "No, the energy is gone from them." Ami put her computer away. "They are just normal diapers now."
 
 "You have not collected as much energy as you promised Lord Copper," Empress Platinum said. She stood upon a raised platform. Around her were sparkling, bright pastel fields. "I know my Empress." Copper bowed low. "I was attacked by a group calling themselves the Sailor Warriors. They destroyed my servants. However," he held up the sphere, "I did get some power." "You say these Sailor Warriors attacked you?" "Yes, my Empress." Platinum frowned. "Attacking those who serve me is like attacking me. That cannot be allowed. They must be punished for their audacity."
 "Yes, my Empress." She looked at him for a moment. "You will gather more of this energy of shame and humiliation. It has a scent to it I approve of." "It will be as you say, Empress." "We still need to create the first anchor point, and I want you to find out about these Sailor Warriors." "Yes, my Empress." "Do not fail me Copper, or I will return you with the others." Copper swallowed nervously, "Of course." "Do your work."
 
 Usagi lay on her bed, reading a comic book. She was still wearing a diaper, but her mother no longer seemed interested in helping her with them. In fact, she was anxious about Usagi and her health. Usagi told her it was probably some sort of flu, and if she was not better in a day or two, she should go to a doctor. From what Ami said, Usagi was reasonably sure that she would be fine in a day or two. She was still bothered by the diaper she wore of course. What teenager would not be if they had to wear a thick, crinkly diaper? But as she knew that she would not have to wear it for all that long, Usagi did her best to ignore it. "Shouldn't you be studying?" Luna asked.
 "Why?" Usagi did not look up from her comic. "The other's know I am in diapers, and it was not my fault anyway. You can't blackmail me anymore." She stuck her tongue out. Luna sighed. It was nearly a week since they had dealt with Nanny and her machine. Things had gone back to the normal, the strange spate of bet and pants wetting while not forgotten seemed more like a dream to many. The five girls had met in the sweet shop as usual. "Everyone is better now," Ami told them. "My mother heard from a lot of parents after our battle when people still had some accidents. No one is wetting their beds or themselves now." "Well I'm glad that is over," Makoto said. "Me too." Minako nodded. "But we might have a new enemy." Artemis's cat face had a serious countenance. "Well, we'll deal with them." Rei smiled as she looked at the girl at her side. "Right, Usagi?" Usagi was looking down at her lap and looked up when Rei spoke. "Uh, yeah. Of course." "Usagi-chan, are you all right?" Makoto asked. Usagi face went red. "Sure." She laughed. It sounded forced.
 Rei looked at Usagi for a moment, then reached forward and flipped up Usagi's skirt revealing the pink diaper she wore. Usagi squeaked out a 'no' and quickly pushed her skirt down.
 "Oh, no. Didn't you get better?" Ami asked.
 "I did," Usagi told them, tears in her eyes.
 "Then, why?" Usagi sniffed. "I failed the tests I wrote, and my mother told me I could wear these until I stopped acting like such a child." All the others almost fell out of their seats. "Well, that is going to be a long time," Rei said. "Rei, you're mean!" "At least they are suitable for you." "Rei!" Usagi began to cry.
 Ami put a comforting hand on Usagi's shoulder. "It will be all right, I'll help you study. You won't have to wear them that long."
 Makoto, Minako, Luna and Artemis sighed loudly.
  10. Not to worry, I did not think that. For works like these I'm sort of trying to provide enough back ground information for readers not familiar with the setting without going into info dump mode. I thought I had the balance right but your questions make it clear that I still need a little work. Which is great. I am always trying to get better after all! As for the Yayoi and Anna relationship... I think Yayoi might be a little imitated by a dommy mommy type.
  11. Thanks for taking the time to reply. First of all I want to make it clear that this story is set in the TTRPG world of SLA Industries, so it is not my world building. I just borrowed the setting and tried to put a bit of my spin and polish on it... As for your questions, I want to be careful not to offer 'well this was in my head' as an excuse for bad writing. Sort of answering you questions in reverse order, Anna had a higher SLC than Yayoi, which meant that Yayoi would be wary of getting on her bad side. Hmmmm. I did not write this, and I did not think of it until this moment, but there might be (no, this is SLA industries, there are) worse agents than Anna. That would have been a useful bit to add now that I think about it. And better the devil you know... I am not sure why Yayoi is not trying to use Anna. That would have been something worth exploring. As for why Yayoi does not refuse the earlier encroachments on her freedom, I think part of it was that it suited her. She was getting paid to wear diapers and training pants, which she was doing already. And G&P were giving her weapons, which she really liked. Later she did not refuse the Patches and Checkers deal because she was told her Boss was interested. That was another place I should have expounded upon. Just how feared Mr Slayer is. And between those two points, I think she was just accepting, assuming she could say no whenever she wanted. That is another place I could have done a better job. As for why she needs additional money, I will cite the bullet tax. Bullets are really, really expensive. I am glad to hear you are enjoying the stories I posted here enough that you are rereading them.
  12. So you might ask (and well you should) what does little Cwithy think of having her poopy diapered bottom placed on a profane altar to have her poopy diaper changed. I suspect she is not a fan. Not that she has a say in the manner. Sworn and Beholden. Plus her mommy is really strong! (side note, those arrows suggest at least one other member of their party... not been able to figure out who that is)
  13. InkuHime

    Some New Work

    Have not shared this before. One of an armed and diapered series I drew. The Moe gap of a cute girl in a diaper with a weapon is perfect I think. The joke with this character was that she is from a Survival Horror game (Like Resident Evil but with zombie nannies) who spends the entire game looking for a pair of pants.
  14. Thanks. I don't know about a comic or a story, but there will be some more pictures.
  15. The Paladin Man Mun and her little warlock 'Cwithy' are adventures (though Cris might have an early long rest time). They often fight evil cults (as one does) and at the end of the fight Mun Man often uses the profane altars as a changing table, cleaning up Cris' poopy mess and often leaving the loaded diaper on the altar when she leaves. Very much and Insult to Injury situation. Gaming note, Cris' patron is a combination of Mary Poppins and the Shut-Niggurath. The Nanny with the Nursery Beyond the Stars with a Thousand Littles.
  16. Thanks. I did a few other pictures of these two and played around with home brew ideas. I had one picture of MunMun nursing Cris with the idea that breast feeding someone during a short rest gave them the benefits of a long rest. Edit: Added that picture
  17. I know that feeling of staying up late to read something one is enjoying I am glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the comment.
  18. Another piece of artwork I think is worth sharing again. A while back on the Usual Bet they were talking about which DnD class would be the best caregiver. I think that the caregiver needs access to Prestidigitation as it lets you clean things, like diapers. It also lets you soil things... so I supposed you could make your little's diaper dirty as well. The question inspired me to draw this. The elf Warlock Cris whose patron is demands her (their) bound and beholden servants act like babies. Mun Mun the cow folk (Minotaur is a proper name, not a species name) Paladin who follows the Oath of the Mommy. I've wanted to do something with these two, just not write a story.
  19. Sorry for the late reply. No one expects spec ops Mary Poppins! Glad you enjoyed the story. I can't recall if I always planned on adding Justine or she was a nifty way to tweak the ABDL content a little. But she had other important parts to play as well. Something she herself wonders about and then discounts as being unimportant. Necrothopes are pretty terrible creatures so that could be a mistake on her part. The tears are probably an allergic reaction. Nothing to worry about.
  20. That's certainly true, and the fact that the Skin Trade sent Pig Man after her means they are paying attention to her. And the Skin Trade shifting its target because of her is also a problem. I still think Anna is mostly right. While her adversaries are no longer underestimating her, the good will that Yayoi is generating might indeed offset it, like Anna suggested. I hope you enjoyed the story in its entirety and thank you for your response, always happy to hear it. I wasn't sure if I saw it at first, mainly because Yayoi can shoot and stab her way out of problems in a way that Emily never could (unless the Hermit Crab's Dilemma does anything). I do think they are both being pressured by outside forces to become something that they do not want. Emily fights against it until it crushes her (kind of) while Yayoi goes limp and uses her opponents force against them... somewhat.
  21. Chapter 11 Material Girl It was a large, rectangular table almost thirty feet on its long side. Yayoi near the head, Justine beside her, Anna sitting directly across. There was not a spare seat; twenty people gathered there. Video screens were projected on which those who could not be in the room could interact with the meeting. Those people around the table, on the screens, were representatives from companies that wanted to sponsor Yayoi. All her contracts had ended the day before. She was completely free to pursue whichever deals she wanted. Yayoi was dressed as if to make sure everyone there knew what they were getting. She wore a pretty dress of dark red material like velvet, white stockings, and shiny, black shoes with bright golden buckles. She looked simply adorable. Of course, the people around the table were not looking at her as if she were a child. Anna met Yayoi’s gaze, and Yayoi nodded. "Well," Anna said, "Yayoi and I have looked over all the offers made so far, as well as the related contracts, and we both wish to thank you for taking the time to make the offers. However, as you know, we cannot accept all of them." Nervous shifting, each one of them wondering if their companies would be one of those not considered. "Yayoi has decided to accept G&P as her primary sponsor and will not be accepting any deals from any competing companies." The representative from G&P visibly relaxed, as if, until that moment, G&P had not been sure if Yayoi would continue to work with them. On one of the screens, a woman, the VP of Marketing from CK, was visibly disappointed, and her screen went dark. CK had hoped Yayoi might wear their diapers and their logo. Yayoi felt bad, but with marketing as everything, there were winners and losers. "You are willing to accept Yayoi's alterations to the sponsorship contract?" The man from G&P nodded. "Yes, we are fine with the proposed changes. Our lawyers should have already sent you our statement of agreement." He sputtered, almost stumbling over his words. Anna nodded and smiled. Anna had wanted more money, and Yayoi had requested a little more control over when she had to wear diapers. The agent looked around at everyone watching her and Yayoi. "Well then, let's talk about money."
 "You got what you wanted," Justine said as she and Yayoi entered Yayoi's apartment. "Mostly," Yayoi agreed. "Anna said you seldom get exactly what you want, but I'm pleased with how things went." Justine closed and locked the door while Yayoi took off her shoes. "Thank you for keeping your deal with Fridays Staffing." "I like you," Yayoi answered simply as she got to her feet. "We work together well. I'm going to stay in tonight, I think." "Okay, then I will make you dinner. What would you like?" "Aren't you forgetting something?" Yayoi asked her. "What?" "We're in the apartment. Shouldn't you be putting me into a Cumffie?" Justine looked a little surprised. "But your new deal with G&P, you don't have to." "No, I don't, but," Yayoi smiled, "I want to." "Then why ask for that change in the contract?" "That I don't have to allows me to want to." Justine's eyes widened for a moment. "And I have to wear them most of the time, so I can honestly say that I use them. I am in the apartment, and," Yayoi felt her cheeks warm, "I want my nanny to diaper me." Justine smiled and shook her head, then took Yayoi by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Soon, Yayoi was lying on the bed as Justine tapped the diaper around her. "Do you think this room could use a proper changing table?" Yayoi asked Justine. Again, Justine looked a little surprised. "You turned down the offer from Happy Nursery Furniture." "I left it open for them to make another offer. Anna and I want to see what they might come back with." "You are handling this a lot better than before," Justine told her as he helped Yayoi sit up. Yayoi nodded. "Yeah. When I was fighting Pig Man, and I thought I might die or worse, it kind of helped me figure things out. That getting to live my life was not a bad thing. I'm going to have to live like this as long as it continues to sell. If this is what I have to be, then I should enjoy it. I wore diapers because they made me feel safe. They still do. I like feeling safe when I can cause most of the time, I am not." As Yayoi said that, she wondered if maybe some of that was something that Adanlia had put in her mind. She decided it did not matter. Justine looked around the room. "We might as well get a crib in here then to go with the changing table if it is to be a proper nursery. You might need a bigger apartment." "If Happy Nursery Furniture is smart, they will be thinking the same thing." Justine laughed. "Let me get you into some play clothes. Those toys from PlasticKo should be arriving fairly soon." "I would not have made that deal, except that I just loved the Yayoi Yamamoto toy line," Yayoi giggled. Six Months Later Evil Town Opinions about Operative Yayoi Yamamoto From the Streets of Mort 'Yayoi is just so damn cute. See this? This is the Yayoi Party Doll; see, she is wearing the MoonieMan pants. And this one is the Sleepy Time Yayoi figure, and this one is the Battle Damage Yayoi, and... No, I don't play with them. I am a collector.' -Red Lester, Civilian Shop Owner 'Yayoi? No, I don't really get her. All that baby stuff, I mean... it's a little weird. Can't see the desire to wear a garment soaked with your own piss. Now, if she were into piercing, I'd be all for her.' -Oden, SCL 9 Operative 'God, I love that kid. Ever see her fight? I got the entire fight with Pig Man on slug, and I watch it almost every day. She is so deadly and cute. I just love those pictures of her in those thick diapers.' -Marion Boes, Civilian, unemployed 'I want to be just like Yayoi. I un-potty trained myself just so that I had to wear diapers. I wish I had a nanny to take care of me like Yayoi does. All my mother does is bitch about the smell and the cost. I wish I were Yayoi.' -Hally Grist, Civilian (17 years old) 'She's not so tough! If she ever had to deal with me, then she'd need to wear those diapers. I'd have her crapping herself in fear. Yah!!' -Donolon 'Broadsword' Cahill, SLC 9 Frother (deceased) 'She sells. I'll give her that. Takes something special to make diapers a fashion accessory.' -Richard Mitchell, SCL 7C Corporate 'I figured that Yayoi was a bit out of it at first, but you have to respect what she's done. She's gotten famous and rich and makes a difference in this city. I have a lot of admiration for her. What? Yes. MoonieMans. Not having to worry about the toilet is a nice thing at times.' -Sgt Leslie Randal, Shiver, SCAF Pilot 'I love Yayoi. Love her dearly. That is why I do this. She represents all that is innocent in Mort. For her to exist, there must be something that is the complete opposite. That is I. Every person that I kill is a message of Love for Yayoi. That is why I leave the training pants with the heart drawn on them. I imagine some time that she uses them and knows my love. I will continue to kill for her, taking in all that darkness so that she may remain innocent. I look forward to the day that she kills me and that we can be together.' -Straight Razor, Serial Killer (From dead reporter’s camera, not for public disclosure) 'This is a Checkers and Patches party dress. Don't you love how the petticoats flip the skirt up so you can see my diaper? Yayoi has one just like it, but I am far cuter in it.' -Lissy, Fashion Model 'Yayoi is something unique in the World of Progress. She is innocence, at least she is perceived to be so. She gives people hope that they might reclaim their lost innocence. Of course, that is impossible. They did not lose their innocence. They never had any to begin with. No one does. Well, maybe Yayoi does, but I suspect that I am blinded by the same hope as the others.' -White Rose, SCL 8A, Ebon 'Want to buy one of Yayoi's used diapers? She shat in this one.' -Unknown Civilian 'I think that the whole baby look is too much. I like the MoonieMan pants, especially the new ones, because they are kind of sexy. The rest isn't for me.' -John Vale, Civilian (17) 'I'd like ta spank Yayoi. No, really, I would. She's a bitch. Good at what she does, yeah, but she lords it over ya. She's not the only one who goes chasin' the Skin Trade, ya know. Just cause I wouldn't look cute in diapers don't mean that I ain’t good at my job.' -Spit, SCL 6C, Stormer 'She is so pretty, but I can't play with her right now.' -Adanlia, SLC 4E, Necanthrope
  22. Chapter 10 Skinny Little Bitch It was like Anna had said. The media picked up the story, and people were talking about it... a lot. In the eight-day lead-up, it received a lot of play. A real beauty and the beast story. Yayoi started to hear from people. Shiver units she saw on the streets told her to put Pig Man down. Operatives in the Pit wished her luck or told her they were betting heavily against her. They smiled when they said it. Assholes. Her Sponsors were often in touch with her, asking what they could do to help, whether she needed weapons or armour or some kind of other assistance. Zlammer contacted her and asked if he could twist Pig Man's arms, legs and head backwards for her. She had told him not to; she did not want people to think she feared Pig Man. The big Chagrin understood that. While the Chagrins were not fast thinkers, that did not mean they were not deep thinkers. He did promise to twist Pig Man's legs, arms and head backwards after the fight, which was nice. Even Theo got in touch with her. He said that the thing with Pig Man was precisely why he had told her to stop all of it. The message was heavily redacted for a snarky little note from an asshole. Theo had been a lot easier to take when her mind was awash in teenage hormones. Then there was the fan mail (or vid recordings), which she got a lot of. There were people wishing her the best and people who wanted her to take out Pig Man... and people who wanted her to return friends and family that Pig Man had stolen. People asking for the return of loved ones made her cry, and she was glad to let Justine handle most of that correspondence. Finally, the day came when Yayoi was to face the Prop. "It's an active factory, remember that," Tian Chen said. "I know," Yayoi said, looking over her weapons. "All your IR and UV and things like that will not work. Too much noise and heat. The big machines are going to offer him a lot of cover." "Right. Don't trust the sensors." "And there is a lot of dangerous stuff in there. Probably vats of chemicals, and maybe even some molten metals. Make a wrong step, and you may end up dead before you even fight Pig Man." "I understand," Yayoi took out her MAC knife and looked the edge over. "Are you listening to what I'm saying?!" Tian demanded. Yayoi looked up at the contract killer. Anna had arranged for Tian to act as an advisor and a teacher. Yayoi nodded. "I know all the dangers. I also know that he doesn't know the layout of this factory, so we are even in that. I have speed on him; he has strength and experience working for him. I must be careful, move fast, hit him and fade into the noise and shadow." "He'll be expecting you to do that." "So I have to throw him off. Do something he won't expect first, put him off balance, keep him off balance. I should expect nothing consistent and be ready for anything." "Adapt your fighting style as you need. And you got to give people a good show. End it too fast, and that could be just as bad as losing. He's no slouch; people want to see you work for your victory." Yayoi nodded and sheathed her MAC knife. "I know what I have to do, and I'm going to have to work for it." Tian looked speculatively at Yayoi. "I wouldn't want to fight this guy." "I understand that. Being dragged off to slavery is not a pleasant thought. Pig Man uses that fear as his main weapon." Tian nodded. "You learn fast." "I'm getting to know the Skin Trade and those who work for it quite well." "Better be careful." "Why?" "The darkness might look back." Yayoi said nothing for a few seconds and then nodded. "Good advice." A soft chime sounded in the dressing room. "Two minutes to start," Tian said. "You'll both start at opposite ends of the factory. Keep in mind that spot-bee drones will be around. Most of the time, the person at the control knows better than to give way your location, but sometimes accidents, and not accidents, happen. Keep moving, but always know where you are going." "Right," Yayoi said as she put on her helmet. It was time to send a message. The first exchange of blows came a few minutes into the match. Yayoi dropped from the high scaffolding, a bungee cord keeping her from slamming into the ground. She emptied a clip from her FEN pistol into Pig Man, then cut the bungee just as she lightly touched down on the floor. As she dove into cover, Pig Man fired back at her, reacting far faster than she had expected. Her armour kept the 9mm rounds from penetrating, but she felt the impacts all the same. There were several more exchanges of that sort, Yayoi being flamboyant, hitting him and fading as she had planned. She knew she was putting on a good show that the people watching would be pleased. She kept in mind what Tian had told her; everyone hated a fight that ended too quickly. Pig Man was tough. He wore the skin from one of the giant sewer pigs. Those pigs were hard to kill; it looked like he shared that trait with them. She left him bleeding each time, but the bleeding had stopped by the time she next ambushed him, and the previous wounds were not slowing him. He was a monster. Yayoi was crossing a narrow beam, balanced over one of the promised vats of chemicals, when her luck ran out. Small explosives blew the beam free, and other bombs blasted chunks of metal into the air, filling the space around with her shrapnel. She and the metal were dropping towards the boiling concoction of steaming, green goo. Yayoi twisted in the air and fired her turbines in short bursts to keep the flying debris out of the engine. She cleared the space over the vat, but she was not flying very pretty. There was a tangle of metal and machinery close to the side of the tank. Yayoi spun about, dropping through a clear area. She landed wrong, almost breaking her ankle, severely off balance. That was when Pig Man hit her from behind like a fast-moving truck. He drove her back, smashing her into some machinery. She hit hard enough to dent the metal, only her armour keeping her from broken bones. His substantial, muscled body pushing up against her, holding her in place, he grabbed the back of her helmeted head in his big hand and began to slam it into the metal surface. The video feed inside the helmet dissolved to static several times with each hit. A crack opened up along a seam in her helmet during the beating, letting in the acrid air of the factory and hog stench of Pig Man. Yayoi lifted one of her feet, planning on driving it back behind her to break Pig Man's knee. As soon as her foot was off the ground, Pig Man changed his strategy, kicking her other leg out from under her, lifting her up and hurling her down at the floor. It knocked all the breath out of her, and she lay helpless for a moment as Pig Man took hold of her ankle and lifted her up, jerking her leg around. Holding her up in the air by one ankle, his other hand took hold of the back of her neck, and he ran her right into the side of another piece of machinery. She tried, repeatedly, to break free, to turn the fight around, but every time, Pig Man was faster, ready for her, turning her attempts into another hold, another attack. Pig Man was so very good at this. Had he played her at first? Had he been putting on a good show all those times before when she had attacked him? Had he made it look like she had a chance? She tried to take to the air, just needing some distance, but even as her armour's turbine spun up, he was ready. He drove his heavy foot down on her lower leg, pinning her as he emptied his Gunhead SMG into her back. The soft, 10mm rounds did not penetrate her armour, but with each impact, it felt like she was being hit by a bat. And while they did not get through her armour, the soft, mushrooming rounds shredded her turbines. Yayoi tried to crawl away, but he ran at her and kicked her off the platform. She plummeted five or six meters and hit the metal grating hard. As she lay there, unmoving, Yayoi knew little other than pain. Somewhere in the distant part of her mind, she was aware that her MoonieMan was soaked, Probably with piss, maybe with blood. She did not care. The steel grate floor she lay upon vibrated as Pig Man approached her. He would pick her broken body up now, ready to take her off to hand her over to his SkinTrade employers. "Someone is going to love you," he said, leaning close to her. "Probably going to have to take the time break you. You are going to wish I killed you." The grating creaked as he knelt down close. Yayoi bit down on a tiny chip fixed to her inner cheek. In her MoonieMan, enjoying the protection of the pant's padding and the extra armour that had been placed around her hips and bottom, was a drug injector. It was safely nestled between her thighs, where she had secreted it before the fight started. She did not use combat drugs, a well-known fact. Maybe that was why Pig Man did not expect the last-ditch trap she had laid for him. A cocktail of drugs--Blaze UV, Pain Away, Kick Start Solo and Bass-- was injected into the tender flesh of her groin. Pig Man put his hands on her. Yayoi pushed herself up, crashing into him and knocking him back. As she landed, she pulled her MAC knives from their sheaths and tore into the very surprised and very unfortunate Prop. She cut him across his pig mask, slashing the tanned leather and cutting the skin beneath. Her other blade slashed deeply across his chest. She was so fast, so strong at that moment. She kicked him between the legs, shattering his groin protector, and then started punching him with her fists wrapped around the knife hilts. One hit sent his head snapping to the side, turned his mask about on his face. The next blow knocked the mask back straight, even as it whipped his head in the other direction. Several punches and low kicks to his knees drove him back until his back hit the wall of one of the chemical vats. Yayoi jumped back and unholstered her 17mm pump pistol. She worked the slide and chambered a big round. She almost put a bullet straight into the Pig Man's pig mask, but instead, she shifted her aim and put a hole into the vat. A boiling, caustic chemical hosed out, splashing all over the Prop. Pig Man screamed, and Yayoi put two more holes in the vat. He stumbled away, badly hurt, with thermal and chemical burns. Yayoi kicked him back into the streams and used her last two shots to add two more holes. By the time Pig Man finally got away from the flow of chemicals, he was looking pretty bad. She could have killed him right then, almost did. Better, though, to send a message to everyone. With her power armour's exoskeleton and drug-enhanced strength, she grabbed his wrist, lifted him as high as she could and pushed him into a wall. She drove one of her MAC knives into his wrist, pinning that arm to the wall. She lifted his other arm up and pinned that one in the same manner. He hung there, crucified, barely sensible. Yayoi leaned in close, looking at him through the crack in her helmet, trying to meet his gaze even as his eyes kept rolling back in his head. She whispered, "Tell your bosses that they are next." She then slammed her knee up between his legs. With his groin protector broken earlier, there was no protection there. He vomited over himself before he passed out. She stumbled away from him, almost falling. The drugs coursing through her system were beginning to wear off. Close by, a door out of the arena had opened, and that was where she went. Outside were the fans who had come to watch, but Yayoi paid them no heed. She pulled her broken helmet from her head, letting it drop to the ground. It was then she discovered she was crying. An after-reaction to the stress and the drugs, she guessed. She moved forward, making her way to the ready rooms under the stands, where she could rest and get some more Kick Start and other medical aid. The crowd began to cheer loudly, but Yayoi did not hear them. Anna had watched the fight, growing increasingly worried about what might happen. She watched the early opening moves and worried that Pig Man was playing Yayoi. That fear was realized when he went on the offensive, launching into a series of brutal attacks. At that moment, Anna believed that Yayoi was going to lose. Even if Anna could find a way to save Yayoi, her reparation would be ruined. For a moment, she felt a burst of hope when Yayoi turned the fight, but that hope faded as she watched the Operative not just reverse the fight but completely dominate it, and not in a good way. Yayoi tore Pig Man down. Anna could only describe it as torture. "Oh, Yayoi," she said, watching as Yayoi kicked Pig Man back into the spray of chemicals. Those were the actions of a monster. How could people see her as innocent when she hung Pig Man up like a wall decoration? That might be too much for even the jaded spectators of Mort. There would be repercussions, and companies would be angry about this, for Yayoi's brand was ruined. And Anna would have to take some responsibility for that. Then something extraordinary happened. When it seemed that Yayoi could never be seen as the innocent little girl standing up to monsters, she removed her helmet. She was crying. Beautiful tears like the most precious of diamonds running down her face. The drone cameras following her caught them perfectly as they shone on her cheeks. Anna did not know if Yayoi was really moved to tears, if she was hurt, or if she was faking it. She did not care. All that mattered to her was the Yayoi had held onto her innocence. The viewers would see her crying in sadness for what she had done. It was what they wanted to see anyway. Somehow, Yayoi had won; she had torn her opponent apart and sent a message to the Skin Trade. And she had walked out of that stadium and let everyone know she was the kind, loving, innocent little girl Mort and the World of Progress were falling in love with. Anna stood, staring at that screen, watching the crying Yayoi. "You wonderful little bitch," she said, "you terrifying little girl. You are going to make us both rich."
  23. Chapter 9 White Rabbit Somehow, Yayoi managed to get into her apartment building, though the security door almost bested her. She took the elevator up to her floor. That was when she lost it. Her hands shook, and she could not open her door. She pounded on it, beginning to cry. When Justine opened the door, Yayoi fell into her arms, sobbing loudly. For a moment, Justine looked surprised, but professionalism and training took over. She held Yayoi up and half lifted her, and half pulled her into the apartment. Yayoi might be below average height, but she was not so light that Justine could easily handle her as she might a toddler. Justine shut and locked the door and then took Yayoi into the bathroom, sitting her down on the tiled floor. She drew the dress off her and then undid the blouse. Next came her shoes and then socks, leaving Yayoi dressed only in a very soiled and just slightly leaking MoonieMan. Justine tore the sides of the pants and then gathered up some wipes. She began to clean Yayoi, gently wiping the mess away. She left Yayoi lying there momentarily as she began to fill the tub. Justine took the soiled MoonieMan, tossed it into the garbage, and helped Yayoi into the tub. Yayoi let Justine do it all, simply sinking into the hot water surrounding her, near helpless. She still shivered, remembering the Necanthrope that had almost destroyed her mind. Soon, she was out of the tub, wrapped in a thick towel, and taken to her bedroom. Justine lay her down and put her into one of the Cumfies. Then Justine dressed her a fuzzy, pink, footed, hooded sleeper with snaps in the crotch. Yayoi did not complain. Partly because she was beyond saying anything intelligible. Partly because it was wonderfully soft and warm with the kitty-eared hood drawn over her still-damp hair. Justine left her alone, lying on the bed for a short time. When she returned, she was carrying a foil packet of pills. "Drum," Justine said, popping one of the pills from the foil. She put it into Yayoi's mouth, and Yayoi swallowed it. Justine sat beside Yayoi as the drug took effect. A sense of well-being and calm descended on Yayoi, and she slowly slipped into a catatonic state during which all she could hear was the beat of her heart. As she drifted off, she thought she heard Justine singing her a lullaby. Hours later, when she came out of the drug-induced catatonia, she was alone and the room nearly dark. She reached out to the bedside table where the foil packet of Drum rested. She popped another pill free and swallowed it, letting herself return to that state of knowing nothing. That happened a few more times before she chose to not reach for the pills. Instead, she closed her eyes and fell into normal sleep. She woke later to find Justine changing her diaper. Yayoi did not think much about it and went back to sleep. Yayoi did not know how long she just slept deeply. Each time she woke, usually when she was being changed, she felt more herself. There came a time when Yayoi woke and sat up, feeling the need to go to the bathroom. She left the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She was met halfway there by Justine, who helped her as she always did. "How long was I out of it?" Yayoi asked as she sat on the toilet. "Three days," Justine said. "Three days?" She thought about that. "Wow.” After Yayoi was cleaned up and put in a new diaper and a clean t-shirt, Justine brought her into the kitchen for a meal. Over the food, Yayoi told her what had happened with the Necanthrope. It was easier to tell than she would have thought, like it was some long-ago dream. "So you remember," Justine said softly. "What?" Yayoi asked her. "The Necanthrope is called Adanlia; she has some sort of weird thing going on with turning people into playthings, dolls. It is consensual, as much as anything with a Necanthrope can be. Apparently, you were the first person she went after like that. I heard she was punished harshly for what she tried to do to you. Took a hit to her SCL. Bitch deserved worse if you ask me." "How do you know this?" "Dark Lament came by. Some of their specialists have been undoing the damage that Adanlia did. They were not sure if you would remember what happened." "At least they cleaned up after themselves," Yayoi said softly. "Dark Lament was about as apologetic as they could be. They said a lot of things about making it up to you. I'm sure you'll be hearing from them soon enough." Yayoi stood suddenly. "I'm sick of this! Sick of being their doll. Sick of them not seeing me as a woman. Sick of wet diapers and shit." "What?" Justine shifted back from Yayoi, appearing genuinely surprised. "I've had it. I'm going to get my hormones tweaked back to normal, get some growth going, get a breast job and all that! I'm tired of being a child. It is time for me to grow up!" Justine’s shocked countenance began to fade during Yayoi’s tirade. Then, the corner of her lips turned down, her eyes narrowed, and she shook her head. "You can't do that, Yayoi.” She shook her head again. “I'm sorry." "What do you mean I can't do that? I can do whatever the hell I please." "You don't really believe that." Justine's tone was flat and brought Yayoi up short. "Well, not whatever I please, but no one can stop me from getting a boob job. Hell, there's a place down the street that will let me do it as soon as I walk through the door with the credits in my hand." "That's not it. I say you cannot, but I mean you should not. Really, don't even think about this, Yayoi. I am your assistant in several matters, from the personal to the professional, and I need you to understand how dangerous what you are saying is.” "What the hell?" "Don't you get it, Yayoi? You've become precious as you are. What does SLA industries do to people who try to destroy valuable things?" Yayoi opened her mouth but did not say anything. She just stood there, a look of shock on her face. “There was a Yayoi-shaped hole in the World of Progress. A hole shaped like a woman who pretended to be a little girl to trap monsters, who wore diapers because they made her feel safe. No one knew that this hole existed, Yayoi, not until you showed up and plugged it. "Again, as your administrative assistant, with the legal knowledge my position requires, I must inform you that SLA Industries will not let you do what you wish regarding your image. They need you and will not let you go; they probably will not even let you die. If you push this, then they will find someone else to be Yayoi Yamamoto, and if you are lucky, they will just kill you. If you are not lucky, they might give you to the likes of Adanlia.” Yayoi sat down in her chair, diaper a cushion under her, going limp like a puppet with its strings cut. "I never thought of that," she said softly. Justine reached out and put a hand on Yayoi's cheek. "It is unfortunate, but you would not be the first operative to find out that one's person was no longer completely in their own control. There is not much you can do but control those aspects of your life you still control. There is a line there, and you have to be careful to never cross it." "That's not fair," Yayoi said in a quiet and calm tone. "Oh, Yayoi, this is the World of Progress. I've taken care of real toddlers who have known the truth of this world. Nothing is fair." "Well, at least I am not a real toddler." "That was not meant to be taken as a compliment." Yayoi laughed softly at that. "I guess not. I'll have to do better." Justine looked at her, thoughtful in her countenance. "Tell me, was it just the shit show with Adanlia that brought this on? Does any of this have to do with Theodore Trance?” “How do you know about Theodore?” “You mentioned him, and he called just before all this happened. I told him where to find you.” Yayoi nodded after a second. "We were students together in Meny. He was so hot." "I see.” “So very hot.” “Yes.” "I mean so hot, like, weak in the knees..." "Yes, I get it. He was hot." Her tone was snappish. "I was not too bad then either. Always small, but I had all the curves. We got along well, I thought. The sex was great, as it could be between two sixteen-year-olds who had no idea what they were doing.” “And he went off-world after you graduated?” “Yeah,” Yahoi said. “He went to Dante or another War World, I'm not sure. They needed him; something about requiring a good intelligence operative. He left, and I went to work in the streets of Downtown. It was then that I decided to go with the youthful look; maybe I never thought he'd come back. Or I figured it wouldn't matter." "But he did come back. And it did matter?" “Fuck,” Yayoi said, “the years have been good to him. Space God's Balls, is he hot. I can still feel his muscles under my fingers. I mean," she paused, still holding her hand out like she was touching Theo, "they might be Nuke Tendon, but if they are Nuke Tendon does great work. Fantastic work.” She took a deep breath. “I wanted him when I saw him down in the Pit. But he did not want me.” "He was not so impressed by your look." Yayoi's smile was gone, and she shook her head. "He's not much into the young look, thank fuck, when I really think about it. When we were sixteen, it was no big deal that I looked a little young. And there were hints I was going to be something of a petite, sexy beast. But now, well, look at me," Yayoi ran her hands down her flat chest, grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it up to show her diaper and the lack of any curves, "how old would you say I was?" Justine regarded her. "A few years away from puberty, I suppose." Yayoi nodded. "Which was the point, but who'd ever thought I would want to get fucked? Tweaking hormones to stop growth also put my sex drive into hibernation." "You may not have a mind made crazy by a soup of hormones, but nerves are still nerves, Yayoi, and the heart wants what it wants." "Fucking philosopher, now are you? You are a woman of many talents." "Aren't we all? So you want to grow up for Theo?” "Fuck no," Yayoi said, pushing her t-shirt hem down her thighs. “He wants a doll to dress up just like that bitch Adanlia. He wanted an accessory to hang off his arm. I realized that. I mean, he didn’t need to fuck me that night in the Pit, but he could have at least been all, ‘Hey, this is fucked up, but let’s have a drink and talk like old friends who are adults’. He didn’t have to walk off with his, ‘get your tits back and we’ll talk.’” “Did he really say that?” Justine asked. “Well, not those exact words. I thought I loved him, and I thought we were best friends, but I thought wrong, and I feel so stupid for not figuring it out.” "Then why do you want to grow up?" "Cause I don't want anyone to see me as their dress-up doll. I want them to see I am an adult and know that they can't fuck with me even if they can fuck me. That I won't be their toy.” Justine did not answer. "But it's like you said, I don't get to make that choice. Who'd have thought it? What can I do?" "Don't let the bastards define you?” Yayoi laughed. "And if the bastards are my sponsors?" "You should never call your sponsors bastards." "What should I call them?" "Soul-sucking monsters." Justine smiled. "Just like Adanlia." "I suppose." Yayoi laughed and leaned back in her chair. "I wonder if Adanlia could be convinced to fuck with Theo. I think they deserve each other." At that moment, the phone rang. Justine got up from the table and went to answer it, leaving Yayoi alone with her thoughts, not that Yayoi's thoughts were good company at that moment. Justine was right; SLA Industries was not about to let her change, and Yayoi would never think of going renegade. Which meant there were going to be people telling her what she should be. How would she show them she would fight back without crossing the line? "Yayoi," Justine called; she was standing at the entrance to the kitchen holding the phone, "it's Anna." Yayoi held her hand towards Justine, who put the phone in her hand. She put it to her ear and said, "Hello Anna." "Yayoi," Anna's voice came over the phone, "I'm glad you are feeling better." "Just needed a little rest and a complete brain rebuild." "That Necanthrope was a real bitch. You know that we are suing?" “Good to hear." "She won't try that again." "Unless she gets permission," Yayoi said softly. "What?" "Nothing. So Anna, what are you calling about?" "How are you feeling?" Yayoi doubted that Anna was asking about her well-being out of any kindness. "All right, considering. Why?" "Well, it seems you've been challenged." "Challenged?" "In the Contract Circuit. One of the killers has issued a challenge. Media has picked it up. It is getting some play." "I don't watch TV that much." "I know. You're weird." "I'm not a Contract Killer." "It is a bit out of the ordinary, but the officials will allow it." "Who made the challenge?" "Your sponsors are very interested in this. It means great coverage." "Who made the challenge?" "It will do your career a good deal of help as well." "Who is it?" Yayoi wondered why Anna was circling around the issue. Could it be one of the top killers, like Johnny Automatic, Video Nasty, or Deity? No, none of those would challenge her. No one like that probably even knew who she was. This had to be something else. "It's Pig Man." "Pig Man," Yayoi said softly in disbelief. She thought, ‘Would a dress-up doll fight Pig Man?’ and the answer was 'no'. Anna must have taken her tone for fear. "He's good, I know, but you can take him, I'm sure of it." "I'll fight him," Yayoi said simply. "Damn it, Yayoi, you walk from this, and you'll destroy your rep! Your sponsors will drop you like you are toxic." "I said that I will fight him." "You can't..." Ann paused. "Did you say you would fight him?" "Yes. Send the details to Justine." She cut the connection and put the phone aside. "What was that about?" Justine asked. Yayoi walked past her. "Some business. I'll be in my room." Pig Man. A Prop, an enforcer for Delicacy. It was no coincidence that he had challenged her. They were making an attempt on her or her reputation. Pig Man was known for incapacitating his opponents and dragging them off into the Skin Trade. A lot of people were understandably afraid of him. She could guess the Trade's thoughts on it. If she refused, she would be branded as a coward and lose her street cred. People would not want to talk with a coward. How could a coward help them, after all? If she accepted, well, they would be hoping that she would lose, and they would get their hands on her. She suspected many people would like to buy her, including a rather unpleasant Necanthrope. Of course, she did not plan to lose. She unlocked and opened her weapons closet and began to look through her items of destruction. She was going to have to make some choices.
  24. Chapter 8 When You’re a Tuesday Girl In the following weeks, Yayoi answered questions about her efforts against the Skin Trade, diapers and bedwetting pants, and cute outfits. Sometimes, Yayoi did not know which they cared the most about. And sometimes, she was pretty sure she knew what they cared most about, which depressed her. There were only a few weeks left until Yayoi's sponsorship contracts ended. It was getting close to when they needed to be renewed and renegotiated. Assuming Yayoi wanted to renew, and she was not sure if she did. It was not that the past months had been unpleasant; in fact, it was often quite the opposite. Oh, she did not care too much for certain things. Being dressed like a two-year-old was embarrassing. Having a personal assistant who cut up her food and took her to the bathroom was something she could do without. But the money was excellent, and the results of fame were valuable… and fun. Her campaign against the Skin Trade was progressing, and the support she was getting the public grew daily. She was showing them that something could be done that they did not have to give up. Just that afternoon, she had crashed a clandestine meeting between some important Skin Trade agents thanks to a tip from a fan. The raid had netted her a pair of fixers with contacts with Delicacy and Slap&Tickle. The man and the woman found people to buy the slaver's wares. They knew names. The Shivers were interrogating them. Assuming the two did not die in custody, she could have those names soon. Then, she could round up some buyers who could be convinced to roll over on the sellers. Or just be killed. And if she was luckier than she deserved, just maybe she could save some of the kids. But that was for tomorrow. Tomorrow was when Yayoi would have to dive back into the messy world of slavery and corruption. Tonight, Yayoi felt as if she deserved a reward. She had decided to have some fun. One of her favourite bands, Muddy Kitten, was playing at the Pit. She would go and watch them and get wonderfully drunk. It was a simple and yet time-tested plan. For her outing, she chose a simple salmon blouse and a dark green A-line jumper with a skirt that could have been longer. Of course, as that bitch Mio had said, the clothing did seem to suit her. She wore a 'Happy Kitty' shaped backpack--Happy Kitty being all the rage with the under-eight set--that held her Badge, a handful of hard currency, and a few weapons. A taxi dropped her off as near to the Pit as it could get. The Pit was the ultimate bar on all of Mort, probably the entire World of Progress. Yayoi put up her umbrella against the rain. She walked quickly towards the door, her patent leather mary janes splashing in shallow puddles. The Pit did not look like much from the outside. The majority of it, nine levels deep, was underground. Deth's Door, five massive slabs of granite, were open. She joined the crowd of operatives flowing in. At the weapon check, she turned in her BLA revolver and MAC knife. Only a fool tried to bring a weapon into the Pit. Her arms went into a secure cabinet, and her cabinet whisked away with all the others. A veritable arsenal of checked weapons stored in high-security pens. The constant shuffle through the winding ways of the barricades. Each step bringing them closer to the entrance. All under the eyes of Deth and his security people. Deth was a rather imposing Shaktar, and he did an excellent job of keeping the peace. And when he could not keep it, he would make it. As she walked through the barricades, passing under an array of weapons scanners, she noted that a not insignificant number of patrons were dressed in a rather juvenile fashion. While Lolita and its variations had always been something of a fashion choice, it had grown since Yayoi had hit the scene. There were a few who had taken it way too far, however. Which Yayoi supposed was rich coming from her, but she was not dressing as she did by choice... not always. Some distance ahead of her in the line, she saw a woman with a hugely padded behind, probably wearing three or four diapers, dressed in footed pyjamas. It was exciting to play a part in setting fashions, but she could not help but feel responsible for those who went to extremes. A cringe of embarrassment for the role she played. Two men ahead of her, not knowing that she was behind them, were talking about it. "Man, this place, it's like a fuckin' pre-school," the one in the kilt, likely a Frother, said. "I know what you mean. Shit, I find myself looking at a girl, and suddenly I start feeling like a pervert." The other one replied. Ebon, in the skinned man DeathSuit that they all wore. "It's crazy. What happened to tight, short skirts with lacy panties? You know, and I'm fucking you not, I was with this girl the other night…" "That redhead with the big tits?" "That was the one. Anyway, I'm with her, and we're getting heavy, and I slide my hand up her leg and guess what I find?" "You're kidding?" "No. She's wearing this diaper, and I'm certain that she's pissed it and maybe even crapped in it. So she looks at me then and says, 'Do you want to change me?'" "No. So what did you do?" "Took her into the bathroom and changed her," he paused. "changed her into a woman after fucking her." "Beautiful." The two slapped their palms together in a high five. Usual masculine bullshit. Yayoi shook her head at the talk. It made her wonder how long it was going to last. After all, there had to be a better fashion statement than diapers. She soon passed beyond the entrance and took the stairs down to the first level, Stasis One. It was a vast nightclub. Loud and Bright, and full of people. The bar was one continuous counter that went around the entire outer wall of the level and was nearly two kilometres round, with a staff of a thousand. Even with all that space and all that service, patrons often had to wait in line. Just went to show how popular the place was and how many operatives existed in this city. How many of them wanted to go and party. Yayoi went to the bar first, ordered three shots of tequila, downed them quickly, and then took a beer with her out onto a walkway, crossing towards the elevators at the centre of the Pit. She passed over the Well, an opening that went down seven levels. It was a rather far fall, but Yayoi had no problems with heights. She had, on her first night in the Pit, crossed through the cage above, moving through the web of light supports… all for a two-credit bet. The elevator took her down to the second level, the Cave. The Cave was dedicated to live entertainment. There were two large stages and four smaller ones. Muddy Kitten was playing in one of the smaller venues. They were not so popular yet as to play in larger venues. Yayoi entered the auditorium, pushed through the crowd of people, moving along the wall, getting up close to the stage. With the crowd around her, she could not see, for she was the shortest person there. However, Yayoi was used to that. The walls were studded with odd projections for the acoustics. And Yayoi was of a size she could climb them and stand high enough to see the stage. Standing on her perch, she waited for the music to start. The tequila and beer were beginning to hit, making her feel warm and relaxed. She talked to the people around her, looking down from where she stood. The friendly chatter of fellow fans. Most recognized her; one or two even asked for autographs. The band came out about twenty minutes later, five women, three guitars, a bass and a drum kit. It was a good, solid mix. As soon as the music started, Yayoi was jumping up and down. She danced (As much as the small space allowed) and sang along to the loud and fast music. She was not alone, and down below her safe perch, others were moving to the music. It was a little dangerous as the music had become popular with Frothers. The moshing of professional drug addicts could turn messy. A Stomer shoulder checked the wall near where Yayoi stood. He was a monstrous 714 Chagrin, his tusks longer than her leg. He looked at her, their eyes level. "Little girl, all alone," he bellowed over the music. Yayoi did not think she could match his volume, so she nodded. "Little girl dance with me," he said and shifted closer. It took Yayoi a moment to realize he wanted her to sit across his shoulders. She thought about it, then, with a giggle, climbed on, her legs barely fitting around his thickly muscled neck. The Stormer laughed loudly and stumbled out into the crowd in front of the stage. Yayoi had rarely had such a view of a band. She was higher than anyone else, and the Stormer under her a stable perch. It was not lost on Yayoi that she must look like a baby on her daddy's shoulders, but at that moment, she did not care. At level with the band, the lead singer of Muddy Kitten asked Yayoi her name and then dedicated one of the songs to her. It was the best concert she had ever been to. It was a three-hour set, and of course, Yayoi had to empty her bladder. Fortunately, the MoonieMan pants allowed her to do so without leaving. If the Stormer felt the warm padding against the nape of his neck, he said nothing. When it was over, far too soon, Yayoi and her new Stormer friend left the club. Yayoi was soaked in sweat, though her clothing was far better off than her. The wonders of Animattire, she thought. The Stormer, Zlammer, plucked Yayoi from his shoulders and placed her gently on the ground. "Good concert," he said. "It was," Yayoi said. "I never get to see them like that." "Little girl small. Next time same. Little girl combat Operative?" "I am." He looked at her, lips pursed. "Small." "I go after the skin trade." After a few seconds, Zlammer nodded. "Bait." "Yes." "Good. Smart. If little girl needs big, strong, call me." "And if you need someone fast and small, let me know." Zlammer smiled his terrifying Stormer smile. They exchanged contact information. "Little girl be careful," he said as he left her. She watched him go, waved at his back, and then, aware of her soaking MoonieMan, went to find someplace to change. Most of the toilets in the nearby women's restroom were in use when she entered, but Yayoi did not need them. She found an out-of-the-way corner and slid the sweat and urine-soaked MoonieMan from under her skirt. From her backpack, she took out a replacement garment and some wipes to clean herself off. As she pulled a fresh MoonieMan up her legs, a tall woman, heavily built, looked over at Yayoi from where she stood in front of a stall, waiting. "Must be convenient," she said. Yayoi looked up at her and smiled. "It can be." She was still a little drunk. She left the restroom feeling a little less gross. The elevator banks were her next destination, and they took her down to the bottom level of the Pit: Treachery. Treachery was encircled by a motorcycle track where bikers raced every night, competing for large cash prizes. There was a bar in Treachery, the Pit Stop, which was an actual pit stop. Best views of the races through the open wall as bikes entered and exited the track. The races did not interest her, though they had in the past. Yayoi instead made her way to The Respite, a quiet bar with a restful atmosphere. She took a seat and ordered three gin and tonics. She was finishing the third when she felt someone gently grip her shoulder. She turned, about to tell whomever it was to piss off, but found herself looking up at a familiar and very handsome face. "Yayoi," he said to her. "Theo," she answered, a little breathless. She stood up on the chair so she could put her fingertips on his chest, feeling the muscles under his tight shirt. "It's been a while." He reached out to gently cup her chin and turned her head slightly. "Just got back on planet." "Oh," Yayoi said, feeling her heart beat faster. "You look good." He did. He was a little taller than when she had last seen him, but he had filled out with muscle mass and bone. He no longer looked like the kid she had gone to school with. He looked like a man. “How did you find me?” “Your assistant. She told me you would be here tonight; I figured after the concert, you might want some quiet.” “You know me so well,” she said, smiling at him. “I thought I did, but look at you. You look," he paused, "young. You look like a kid.” “That’s the point of it. I made myself into bait.” “This is not a good look for you. Were you thinking of me when you did this?” Was she thinking of him? Theo had once advised her on what looked good on her and how she should dress. Maybe not advised but told. But she had liked it when he was pleased. "It's just skin deep. Means nothing," Yayoi told him, wondering if she sounded desperate. She probably sounded desperate. "You should have told me that you were going to do this." What the hell? Told him? But she found herself blushing and looking down. He still had a hold of her chin and turned her eyes up to him. “Do you know how often I thought of you?” Yayoi shook her head. “It was not every day; I mean, every day I was thinking about staying alive, but when a tour ended, and I was out of the combat zones, I thought about you, how good it would be to see you again.” “I thought of you,” Yayoi said, “I looked at that postcard you sent me," she paused, "all the time. But, I did not have the SLC clearance to see those other messages. I did not know where you were. I did not know if you would come back.” “So you did this to punish me?" 
 “What?” What the hell? “No. This had nothing to do with you.” “So you weren’t thinking about me when you did this.” “No,” Yayoi said, jaw firming, “I was thinking about all the kids that were getting kidnapped.” Theo took a moment to think about that. “Fair enough,” he told her. She tried again. “What I look like is not the real me. I’m still the Yayoi you knew, the Yayoi you were thinking about.” Theo took his hand from her face and moved to sit opposite her with the table between them. The waitress approached, and Theo ordered a pint of stout. He stared at her for a few seconds. “You’re not the Yayoi I was thinking about.” Fuck you, Yayoi thought, but the words did not escape her lips. “I really am,” she told him. He shook his head. “Your little girl stuff was cute when you were sixteen, but you don’t even look sixteen anymore. My Yayoi was going to be a sexy little package.” Yayoi did not know what to him laying claim of ownership, his Yayoi, but she did not say that. She also did not say that she was still a sexy little package. She was silent for a few seconds before she said, “Look past the outside; see the inside.” He stared at her incredulously. Yayoi felt her face grow hot. What a stupid thing to say. The server came with Theo’s beer. Theo drank it in one go and put the empty glass on the table. She stared at Theo. His blonde hair was short, and his blue eyes were wonderfully bright. He ordered another beer, his judging eyes fixed on Yayoi. "I've missed you, Theo," she told him. It seemed like the thing to say. He did that thing which was not quite a smile, and Yayoi felt something quiver in her stomach and between her legs. "I came back here, and I find out you've gone kiddie. You got a diaper company sponsoring you. What happened to the young woman I knew? Who is this pretend little girl?” Yayoi did not know how to answer. The waitress came with his order. Theo stood up and looked down at her. She found herself pulling down at the tails of her skirt, not wanting her MoonieMan to show. “You can’t think I would actually find you sexually attractive,” Theo told her. Yayoi was about to say she had hoped but realized what a lie that would be. Theo picked up his beer and drank it in a single pull. He placed the glass down and then leaned forward, paused, then kissed her on the forehead. She smelt the dark stout in his breath, his cologne, his sweat, a delightful melange of smells. She did nothing for Theo, but Theo pressed all her buttons. Hormone tweaks or no, pleasure was pleasure, and she squirmed a little in her seat. “I’m not on Mort long, not long enough for you to undo all this,” he told her as he straightened up. “Undo it?” “Stop being this fauxlita, Yayoi. Become a woman again, then we can try this again.” “What the fuck?” He shook his head. “Goodbye." He walked away. Yayoi thought about running after him. She thought about hurling the empty beer glass at his head. She did neither and just watched him go, as his perfect muscles played across his back as he did so. That fucking asshole, she thought. That sexy fucking asshole. Her hand found its way between her legs. She fantasized it was Theo’s big hand, gently parting her and those big fingers sliding it. He might not have appreciated her using him for that fantasy, but fuck him. Had Theo always been like that? He had told her how to dress and how to act when they had been in school. When she was younger, she took that as affection. Maybe there had been something darker. Or maybe she was just trying to find fault now? She sighed and took her hand from her MoonieMan, unsatisfied but no longer horny. Her Animattire clothing was none the worse for wear. The night was over. She was beyond having fun. She just wanted to go home and be alone with her unhappy thoughts. Theo had covered the bill, so she just left. As luck would have it, one of the elevators opened as she approached. She ran and got in, wondering momentarily why no one had exited. It did not really matter, and she counted herself lucky; sometimes, the elevators could be really slow with all the people in the Pit. The doors closed, and the elevator ascended. It stopped shortly afterwards and opened on a level of the Pit that Yayoi had never been to before, and that fact told her exactly where she was. Sinokenon. The seventh level of the Pit, where the Necanthropes were. The level they had claimed for their own and that no one else came to. And yet the doors had opened, and Yayoi stood facing Sinokenon, feeling more frightened than she could ever recall. Necanthropes. They were members of the Ebon and the Brain Waster race, whose power over the Ebb had become so great that they underwent a change. Some were monsters, some were beautiful, and all were powerful and beyond the understanding of the likes of Yayoi. She did her best to avoid them. Any sensible person did. Now, she was in the area of the Pit that they owned. She was reaching for the controls, to press all the buttons, anything to get her out of there. A hand with a grip like steel closed about her wrist and pulled her from the elevator into Sinokenon. The Necanthrope that had grabbed her was tall and appeared a beautiful Ebon woman, but her arms and legs were oddly jointed, her mouth too broad and full of sharp, pointed teeth. "Dolly," she said with a voice like breaking ice. "I have found you." Yayoi felt herself quiver and shake, weak-kneed. The grip on her wrist. The words of the Necanthrope. The meaning of those words. So many things, but mainly for a terrible feeling that something was crushing her sense of self. "Pretty dolly," the Necanthrope said, her free hand gently playing with Yayoi's hair. The fingers danced, spider light, down Yayoi's face and across her body. "Dolly's been naughty," she said, her fingers stroking the air just in front of Yayoi's groin. "I'll have to punish you." She smiled, showing her sharp teeth once more. Yayoi wanted to scream, but she felt she was no longer in control of herself. Her limbs felt like wood, and her mind felt as if it was full of cotton. The sense of being compressed became stronger. It was as if everything she was was being forced into a smaller and smaller ball until it would collapse on itself, leaving nothing but a… dolly. She lost control, or it was taken away, and hot mush filled the back of her MoonieMan as she packed it with shit. Warm piss spread out in a mockery to mix with the mess. Just as it seemed that everything must shatter and she be destroyed, another sense enveloped her. The feeling of pressure on her ego was gone. It snapped back like a diver rising too fast to the surface. Her sense of self hit the boundaries that had existed before and bounced back. Like her brain rattling in her skull after a concussion. Nothing fit right, and there was the sense of extra bits that had not been there before. Something moved up behind the first Necanthrope; it looked like something out of a nightmare, with long, long legs and arms and too many eyes. It put a clawed hand on the first Necanthrope's shoulder, pulling it roughly back. The woman-shaped one turned on the newcomer, hissing loudly. The second one spoke in a deep voice. "Do not do this. It will be your destruction." "She's mine. I want her." "Then ask the Preceptor for her and see what he says," the second snapped. The first one cringed back, looked longingly at Yayoi for a moment, then fled. The second one turned its horrific countenance towards Yayoi. "Go," it said. Yayoi stumbled backwards through the suddenly open doors of the elevator. She bumped into the back of the car, the mess in her MoonieMan spreading out with the impact. The doors closed on the Necanthrope, and the elevator began to ascend. She stood there, pressed against the back of the wall, breathing heavily. When the doors opened on Stasis One, she stumbled out, almost falling. She pushed through the thick crowd, bouncing off people, at one point falling back and landing on her mucky bottom. She struggled to her feet and forced her way out, almost as if she was swimming towards the surface, desperately trying not to drown. Yayoi barely heard the people cursing her, the ones commenting on the stink coming from her. Her mind did not feel right; she did not feel right. Part of her wanted to sit down in her mess and cry. Wanted to wait for someone to come and help her. Somehow, she pushed that helplessness down and continued towards the club’s exit. She barely remembered to collect her weapons before she left. Had anyone been waiting outside of the Pit to kill her (it had happened before), she would have certainly died. Fortunately, luck was with her, and she was soon seated in the back of a taxicab, aware but not caring of the mess she sat in on her way home. She sat there, arms wrapped around herself, shivering. Her sense of self was still fractured; she was unsure who she was. Once, she found herself sucking her thumb. She pulled it from her mouth and forced her hands into her lap, each gripping the other tightly. The driver told her she would have to pay for any mess she left on the seat. She thought she told him that her MoonieMan would keep the mess contained, that it was the best bedwetting pant on the market. If she really did say that, she knew Anna would be proud. It was good to make the grown-ups proud? But she was a grown-up? She was, she knew it. Didn't she?
  25. A rogue grammar checker in this case. Thanks for the feedback, fixed it. Glad you are enjoying it. Thank you. This sort of story is pretty rare in ABDL fiction as far as I've seen. I am glad you are enjoying it.
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