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Actually... kind of interested in this. Especially if Rosa, for some reason, ends up having to get padded as well. >:3

Thanks! I'm planning on adding one more chapter to this first "part" and the second one will be after a bit of a time-jump where Blake and Yang are getting a bit braver with bringing it into the public. And while they are one-time use, they can always buy more!

Oh! These are characters from an anime called "RWBY." Blake is a faunus, which is a sort of human with some animal characteristics. She has little kitty ears. Also, here's parts three and four! Blake toddled to their shared room to see Yang throwing the suitcase on the bed and flipping it open. Normally, this would have been a subject of some sort of dreaded nightmare she might have guiltily while enjoying her little time, but now after having calmed down, explaining it all to Yang could be... fun? Then Blake remembered what was at the bottom of the suitcase. Her eyes went as big as milk saucers.“Wipes? Boring. Baby powder? Boring.” Yang casually tossed some of the more common items out of the top of the case, before retrieving a small key. “Oh, well now. What’s this unlock?” Yang turned to Blake, still standing in the doorway, with a mischievous smile on her face.Blake took a few steps closer, cringing slightly at how much she crinkled with every step — as if it was the sound of a dust bomb going off — and retrieved a pair of clear, plastic pants. She pointed to a lock at the top, sheepishly.“Sometimes... I like the idea that I’m not in control of my dia... my padding. So I lock myself in with these and seal the key in an ice cube,” Blake flushed slightly at the description of what had been moments before, her own private fantasy.“Okay, okay, now this I can get into! Locking stuff! Cuffs! Got any rope in here either?” Yang smiled as she flipped the key in the air and then grabbed it with her opposite hand, patting a free spot on the bed. “Well. What are you waiting for? Lie down and let’s get these on that rump of yours.”Blake looked at Yang with aplomb.“You. Cannot be serious? Right now? Yang, I don’t think —“Yang took her gently, but sternly by the wrist and laid her down. “That’s right. Babies don’t think. They just get to enjoy being little, while their caretakers do most of the hard work,” Yang stated matter-of-factly. “Now lie down, baby and let’s get your piddle pants on before you’re a puddle pants!”Before she could formulate a response, Yang had already unsnapped her onesie and began pulling the pants up her legs. So rarely did Blake let go of control in her life, and it took her years to let Yang into her heart. This was something completely different though. Her heart raced as she took a long blink and nodded at Yang, and near reflexively stuck a thumb in her mouth. Seeing this, Yang giggled slightly, causing Blake to look away momentarily with heat in her face. But after the plastic pants hand been pulled up, locked and her onesie resnapped, Yang noticed another unintentional change in Blake’s form. Yang’s smile went from one of amusement to seduction as she leaned in close, rubbing the edge of her thumbnail at the now obvious and hardened nipples poking through the kitten’s onesie.“Seems like someone enjoyed that,” Yang whispered as Blake turned back to look at her, her hand out of her mouth and now gripping tightly against the sheets, which still smelled of the scent of their sex the night before. Blake’s mind was equally racing and empty as Yang’s hand enveloped one of her breasts and began to grip and fondle it gently, until Blake cried out with an instinctive, low whimper.“Now. What do you say to the nice person who helped you with your diapers, Blakey-wakey?”Yang stopped the pleasure just short of pushing Blake too close to an edge, her breathing already having intensified. Blake met Yang’s eyes with her own and the words tumbled out of her like it was destiny.“Fank you Mistwess Yang,” Blake said, slowly blinking her eyes, looking up at Yang with a pout.There was a silence for a moment before both women broke out into a fit of laughter, and Yang tumbled on top of Blake, tickling her sides in spots only she knew about, and they both continued.“Blake. You are fucking adorable you know that,” Yang said as they caught their breath. “I’m glad you’re sharing this with me, but you could have been calling me ‘Mistwess Yang’ for years!”Blake’s arms crossed and she responded with a faux pout, blowing an errant lock of black hair out of her eyes. “Do not push yourself ‘Miss-twess’,” Blake responded. “This kitten still has claws, I’ll hope you understand.”“Not for long, baby Blakey,” as Yang retrieved the next item she found in the suitcase. Two padded pairs of leather mittens, adorned as if they were black and white cat paws.“Shit,” Blake thought. “Forgot about those.” The next near hour was filled with a lot more laughter, more chances for Yang to tease and prod at Blake, and most evidently, many moments where Blake’s pale skin became red like roses.Yang nearly had to playfully wrestle Blake down to get the pacifier gag and harness pulled over her head. The resulting snaps she took on her scroll resulted in Blake nearly attempting to throw it out their bedroom window.They were getting to the last few items, extra diapers, frilled socks and even — to Yang’s great surprise — a pink, babydoll dress, to which Blake explained away through stutters as having been on sale, much to Yang’s eyerolling.They were getting to the bottom of the items when Yang pulled out a red and black striped leather collar. “Oh! Perfect! We can get little tags for it! Like, ‘if found, please return to... Blake?” Yang turned to the faunus to see her head and ears held low. She crossed her still mittened hands behind her and backed up against the wall.“That. Was his gift to me. I. Well,” Blake muttered, barely over a whisper. “I do not exactly know why I kept it. But. That part of my life is over.” Her head rose to see a nodding and understanding Yang. “I want nothing to do with it anymore!”Yang opened the nearby window, before walking over to Blake with the collar in her hand and kissing her deeply, warmly on the lips. Yang smiled.“We’ll get you another one. How about... Yellow and black?” Blake’s eyes lit up as she returned Yang’s kiss. “That sounds perfect. But. What do we do with this one?” Yang smiled in response as she walked into the hallway. Blake, curious as to what her blondie had in mind, leaned her head out of the doorframe to see Yang storming, eye’s red and full of rage, hefting the collar in one hand over her head, like a barbarian princess who’s dog had been stolen.Blake ducked out of the way just in time to see Yang’s running start finish with a hefty, powerful throw, and the collar went sailing out of the window, before disappearing from view. It was then Blake remembered just how powerful strong the girl was when she was mad. The mention of Adam must have — “Blake,” Yang said as she caught her breath from her momentary dashing rage, looked at the very bottom of a suitcase, where a small aluminum container sat. “What are these?”Shit. Blake had forgotten, they were there. Again. Yang opened up the case, peering inside with confusion. She then look backed to Blake, who had saucer sized eyes again, before looking at her large, thickly padded waistline. Yang’s eyes returned to the case, and with an air of recognition, she nodded and removed two items from it.Walking towards Blake with an off-yellow dust crystal in one had and a brown dust crystal in the other hand, Yang had that same mischievous smile. “Oh baby Blakey... Mistwess Yangy has some medicine for your tum-tums.”Blake gulped audibly.“Please, can’t you just give it a chance, Ruby?” Weiss trailer after her wife as they walked down the streets of Argus, where they now lived.“Weiss! Not here. Like I told you. That stuff,” Ruby turned around, poking her fingers together awkwardly, before dropping her volume. “That. Kinky stuff makes me all fidgety!”They had been married for two years and things had gotten a bit stale in the bedroom for the two. Simply put, Ruby was content to have vanilla, normal sex. In fact, the first time Weiss had even went down on her, Ruby had to nearly be brought to the hospital for blood loss due to the nosebleed that resulted.But Ruby, wanting to do her best and be brave for her ice princess, eventually tried toys, vibrators and even a strap-on. Although when Weiss showed up on her birthday wearing it, Ruby nearly fainted.But now Weiss wanted to try something even kinkier. Bondage stuff! With leather and ropes and junk! What if a grimm attacked?!“Ruby, I know you’re worried,” Weiss said taking Ruby’s hands into hers. “But. Are you sure there’s nothing that I could say or do to make you feel comfortable with trying this?”Ruby sighed in response. “I just. Wish there was like. A sign, you know?! That this stuff is okay. And that we’re not like. Freaks. Or weirdos. Or freaky weirdos. Or weird freakies.” Ruby shook her head. “I just want a sign from the heavens that let’s me know th—“It was at this moment that a sailing, red and black leather collar dropped seemingly from out of the sky, landing at Ruby’s feet.Ruby blinked. Once. Twice, and then turned to Weiss with a completely dropped jaw.Weiss just smiled. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Blake raised her helplessly mittened hands in front of her, shaking them side-to-side as she slowly backed up against the wall.“N-now. I know what you’re thinking,” she stuttered, as her crinkly rump was the first thing to rub against the apartment wall of their room. “But. I thought maybe we could. Take that slow. I k-know you hate cleaning the bathroom and having to c-change a Blake sized diaper woul-”Before she could finish, Yang was upon her, pinning both of her arms above her head, crystals still clutched in her palms, pressing them flat against the faunus’ wrists.“Blakey! You’ve been in that diapee all day and haven’t used it. I can only assume how expensive this stuff must be. So you’re going to use that bathroom you’re wearing around your waist like the itty-bitty-kitty you want to be. The only thing you have a choice in is how much you’re going to struggle.”Blake inhaled deeply, feeling all of her possible fantasies just seconds from being realized: helplessly looking up at the beautiful form of her girlfriend Yang while pathetically making a soggy, muddy mess in the seat of her diapers. Yang leaned in even closer.“But. Only if its what you want. Say it. Say exactly what you want me to do,” Yang’s breath was hot on her neck, but there was a slight edge of warmth and concern laced in the dominant assertion being whispered into her ears. Yang was giving her a chance out. Blake gulped. This was it: she had a choice of either giving into submission or taking the safe way out. What was she going to do? Was she ready for this much of a leap, so soon after coming clean. Blake exhaled loudly.“Yang. I want you to let go of my wrists. Now.”Yang immediately backed away, letting Blake down, setting the crystals on the bed next to her, before turning back. “I’m so sorry. Again, I’m new to this and I just thought...”When she had turned back, Blake was now on her knees, paws raised up in a begging position, as Blake’s red face stared up at Yang, in a pleading, pouty frown.“Mistwess Yang? My tum-tum hurts and I need help using my diapees. Can you pwease give me my medicine to help me go potties?”It was a line she had rehearsed in her head a thousand times while fantasizing about what she’d have her girlfriend do to her, with a heavy, vibrating wand pressed to the front of her diapers. It was one thing to imagine it: it was another thing completely to actually perform. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and she hoped Yang would be alright with her little feint.Yang looked down at her with crossed arms and a widening smile, before leaning down to pinch Blake’s cheek.“What a good little kitten knowing when she needs her medicine!” The tension disappated from the room and Blake’s warm purring filled the empty space.“Now,” Yang said, grabbing the off-yellow dust crystal and looking down at her. “How do these work exactly?”Blake blushed and crawled towards the bed, gesturing with one of her paws that she needed up. Yang lifted her up with no difficulty what so ever and Blake turned on the spot to face her, still on all fours.“Mistwess... all you has to do is bweak it against my thigh... It won’t work on you, but it will shatter softwy against me and. Make me need to do piddles,” Blake said, barely able to contain her excitement, and instead pretended to groom her paw and push her fur back against her head. “Perfect,” Yang smiled as she held Blake’s chin in her hand. “And you’ll have no choice to do your piddles in your diaper, because Mistress has you locked in nice and tight.” Blake responded by closing her eyes and releasing a long, warm purr. She was so content, she didn’t even notice Yang reaching over to smack her thigh with the crystal in her other hand.“Aipe!” Blake tensed up at the loud crack, but already felt the familiar properties of the dust crystal working into her body. She knew what was coming next.“So. How long does it take to ki—,” Yang’s comment was interrupted as Blake sat back on her knees, spreading them and covering her face with her paws. A loud hissing sound was unmistakable and the ammonia tinged smell of urine filled the air. Within her padding, Blake was helplessly letting loose the contents of her bladder, and then some. Splashing out warmly to be absorbed by the thick padding pressing against her sex, expanding slightly and pushing out against the plastic pants and her onesie.“Oh fuck,” Blake moaned at the sensual feeling of piss filled diaper folds rubbing against her already quite soaked lips. That was when she saw Yang, pulling apart her hands from her face and placing a wet kiss on her cheek.“Who’s my piddly little kitten?” Yang asked, taking one hand and feeling the warm, still expanding padding, before pressing deep against it, hoping to rub one of the drenched sections of diaper against her clit. “I am, Mistwess. I’m your diaper wearing, piddly little kitten,” Blake practically meowed, as she pushed her lap against Yang’s hand, trying to squeeze every drop of pleasure, as she grew closer and closer to climax.“And who’s your number one mistwess!” Yang continued, pushing deeper, rubbing in circles and activating the vibrations in her fingers, causing Blake’s back to arch slightly and her breathing to become ragged and displaced.“You are mistwess! You’re my number one!” Blake panted, not even thinking of the odd wording of the question, more focused on now rubbing her chest and hardened nipples in circles, both teased and pleasured by the lack of sensation through her helpless, mittended hands, falling deep into submission and pleasure and humiliation in equal parts.”“Yes I am, Blakey-Wakey,” Yang smiled as her other hand reached back. “And now! You’re my number two!” Two things happened in quick succession.First, but only by less than seconds, Blake moaned out into a sensual, full-body orgasm, throwing her hair backwards and eyes open, making eye contact with Yang.Eye contact that occurred at the very same time Yang smashed the brown dust crystal into her opposite thigh.“Get it? Number two?”

Blake and Yang sat across from each other, lengthwise, at their dining room table within their modest kitchen. When they bought it, Yang had complained it was too big and now Blake was feeling it. The space between her and her golden-locked love felt like continents between them. Blake had removed the bonnet and wrapped herself up tightly in the sheets, hiding her shameful garments. Blake would have given anything to be able to blink away in that moment, but she knew she owed Yang an explanation. There was a long silence between the two of them, until there wasn’t. “So wha—“ “I’m sor—“ The two spoke simultaneously, interrupting each other and returning them to the silence before Blake nodded, acquiescing the question to Yang. “So,” Yang started with a pause, wringing her hands together. “What. Or. Why... Or. I just...” She threw her head back and sighed, before spreading her arms dramatically. “Just... start from the start. Okay?” Blake opened her mouth and closed it several times, trying to find the words, still looking down at the table. When she raised her head to meet Yang’s eyes and finally speak, she saw not the fiery reds of her rage, but the soft blues of her concern. Blake couldn’t help herself. With a sniffle, she began to bawl, wet, hot tears sliding down her cheeks as she silently wracked her body with heavy sobs. In a flash, Yang was at her side. She brought a chair over and threw her arms around Blake’s shoulders, holding her close, and hugging her tight. She sat back, keeping her warm, right hand on the faunus’ shoulder. “You idiot,” Yang smiled softly. “I’m not going to judge you. Just. Help me understand?” Blake took a deep breath and smiled through red eyes at Yang. Goddamnit. She loved her. It all spilled out. Wetting the bed until she was 11. Stealing her first pack of diapers and a pacifier from the local corner store where she grew up. The comfort, the warmth and the release she found in it, especially when growing up in turbulent times of faunus against faunus against man. And with the release, the shame and the embarrassment. How disgusting she felt even though she knew in her heart of hearts that it was harmless. The cycle of binging and purging diapers, pacifiers and any other baby stuff she could get her paws on. And when she mentioned Adam, Yang’s grip on her shoulder tightened. Still soft, but stern. Strong. Yang’s eyes were still the deep blue, but they looked on with intent and concern when Blake described how she shared her secret with Adam. And how he used it to manipulate her. Mixing unhealthy BDSM with her little-persona to dangerous effect. Blake started to choke up about the time Adam caned her bloody after she wet their shared bed when Yang squeezed harder and told her she could skip over this if she needed to. Blake nodded softly, but took the moment to silently cradle her head across Yang’s neck. The silence this time wasn’t as cold as before. It was like the feeling the breathing of someone against your while you’re spooning. Blake continued with how she used her kink, her fetish, her... whatever-you-wanted to call it as a method of therapy, in secret, even after their adventures had ended. Yang winced when Blake mentioned how she kept it a secret, and that wounded her more than any grimm ever could. When Blake finally finished, the silence returned. But not for long. “So what can I do?” Yang asked. Blake blinked twice. “I. I mean. What?” “How can I help? With,” Yang gestured with both hands, generally towards Blake. “All of this. Or would you rather I just leave you alone when you need a vacation from adulting?” Blake blinked another two times. “You’re not mad at me for keeping a secret?” Yang rolled her eyes. “I was pissed. But I have an express rule against beating the tar out of infants and considering you’re wearing a diaper.” Blake would have needed her scroll to count how many shades of red she turned, and opened her mouth to protest, before Yang put a finger to her lips. “But then I thought how terrifying it would be to tell my girlfriend I like wearing diapers. And then I just felt bad that you’ve never been able to share this with anyone after what. He did.” Blake nodded in response, acquiescing to her point, before tilting her head. “So. You don’t find it weird?” Yang snorted in response with a laugh. “Oh. It’s weird as hell. But you’re my girl. Like hell if I’m going to let a bit of weird get in the way of making you happy.” Blake dropped her gaze from Yang’s and stared at the table. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t deser—“ Before she finished her sentence, Yang gripped her chin and brought Blake’s eyes to hers. “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t even think it. Okay?” Blake nodded, her heart feeling restored by Yang’s assurance. But she also felt a growing heat in her sex, her lips throbbing faintly at the feeling of being dominated in such a way. It had been so long. “Good girl.” Yang smiled, as she softly rubbed Blake’s cheek with her thumb. “Stay a good girl and you won’t end up over my knee for a spanking.” With that, Blake gasped, taking a deep breath, before holding her hand over my mouth. “S-sorry. I.” Yang shook her head and sat back some. “Too much? Sorry,” She held her hands up in a shrug. “Kind of new at this. You’ll let me know if I go too far?” Blake nodded, still recovering from the sudden dominant streak in her beautiful Yang. It was not unwelcome. “No. Not too much. Just right. And yes. I promise.” She paused for a second and let a small smile cross her face. “I love you Yang.” “I love you too,” Yang said, standing and giving a kiss to Blake’s forehead. “Do you know why?” Blake tilted her head with her small smile growing. “And why is that?” Yang dashed off to their bedroom door. “Because you’re the KUUUUTEST Kitty!” She laughed manically, before heading inside. “Now get your thick, diaper butt in here and show me what else was in that suitcase.” Blake stood, with a crinkle and toddled after her, still several thousand shades of red. She held for a moment onto the sheet covering her before stopping, mid-waddle. With a large intake of breath, she sighed. She dropped the sheet to the ground, revealing her padded, babyish form. She allowed herself a wide smile before following Yang into their room. She was the luckiest faunus in Remnant.

Hello! Long time lurker, first time poster. Started writing this in my head last night and decided to take a crack at fan fiction. Note, there is some mental health talk at the top of the story and this is more a prologue than anything else. I do not own any characters from RWBY, all belong to Roosterteeth. This takes place after the events of the main series and all characters featured are in their mid-20s. ____________________________ Blake awoke clutching her chest, throwing the covers off of her self and took what recently had become a familiar position against the closet door, her arms stretched up, gripping the hooks that normally hung clothes, but allowed her to stretch and feel and tighten herself like a spring. Yang stirred with a yawn that quickly became a frown. “Another nightmare, Bee?” Blake nodded. In the dark, Yang couldn’t see her, but she already knew the answer to her own question. “Do you want me to get you a glass of warm milk?” Blake’s taut form relaxed some and with a tired giggle, she released her grip and crawled back into bed to give a kiss to the forehead of her yellow-locked love. “You know, just because I’m a cat-faunus doesn’t mean you can always ply me with milk?” Blake smiled weakly. Yang returned the kiss to Blake, softly on her cheek. “I know, I know. But. You’ve been having that nightmare more often these days.” A silence filled the small space between them on the bed. It had been years since Blake and Yang had killed Adam Taurus, the object of her abuse, in the cold, rocky mountains of Argus. But that didn’t mean the abuse was over. Blake carried it with her, in the deep, dark recesses of her mind. “And I know exactly why it’s happening more often.” Blake’s eyes widened and her ears perked. Yang couldn’t possibly— “I know I’m going out on a hunt tomorrow. You don’t have to worry about me, you idiot. I’m the strongest there is.” Yang playfully gave a shot to Blake’s shoulder, causing Blake to exhale. Of course Yang didn’t know why Blake was having the nightmares more frequently. In reality, Blake couldn’t wait for Yang to give her some time to indulge herself. But of course, best to play the worried girlfriend. “You know me too well, idiot,” Blake punched back, before drawing Yang into a deep embrace. Looking past her, Blake spotted the small suitcase in the corner that held the objects of her desire and signed near imperceptibly. “Sorry. Not all of us could manage to give up the glamourous life of a huntress to become head of Faunus-Human relations.” Yang squeezed Blake tight, whispering it into her cat-ears, which made them twitch in a way Blake would never admit she adored. “How, how lucky am I to have an understanding huntress of a girlfriend who does not care for office work. I feel like if you were my secretary, I’d have to fire you within a week,” Blake pulled back from the embrace to see a look of faux shock and insult on Yang’s face. “Now,” Blake continued. “I know the perfect way you could help me get back to sleep.” Blake leaned down and let her hot breath graze Yang’s neck, before grabbing her metal hand and guiding it toward’s Blake’s twitching, wet sex. Yang’s gasp turn into a grin, as with her other hand, she grabbed Blake’s hair and pulled her into a deep, full kiss; her teeth lightly biting and then sliding against Blake’s lower lip, making her moan softly, quickly turning into a purr. Anyone who had their ear to the door that night would have heard gentle vibrations, soft moans and, at one point in the next hour, a ravenous “meow” that Yang would not soon let Blake live down. It was the next day, barely an hour after Yang’s departure, when Blake returned to their bedroom. The scent of sex, sweat — and a small amount of red from when Blake nibbled just a smidge too hard on her lustful companion — stained the sheets. Laundry could wait, however. She retrieved the suitcase from the corner of their apartment room and pulled it open as if it was another one of the relics of Remnant. Yang never questioned its presence and Blake all too well knew the value of hiding in plain sight. She took a large inhale of air after she opened it, like savouring the scent of ramen before breaking apart the chopsticks. She was in for rest, relaxation, and most importantly for her: an escape. It was a few hours later Blake was laying in bed, clutching a small, infantile plush of a grimm, when she heard the door bang open. Her eyes widened, as she brought the sheets to her chest and sat up in bed. “New record! Finished the hunt in less than a day. Well,” Yang paused as Blake heard her bang around in the kitchen, dropping bags and kicking away errant furniture as she made her way to the bedroom. “Technically, the hunt was over before it began. Total false alarm. But I’m counting it as a win anyways.” She pushed open the door to their bedroom, to see Blake in bed, the sheets pull all the way to her chin. “Napping, huh? Well, I did keep you up late last night. How about we go for round two?” With a grin, Yang pulled hard on the edge of the sheets, surprising Blake as they were ripped off of the bed. Yang’s grin went from confusion, to concern, jumping from a slight bit of anger, then.. all the way back to confusion. There was her girlfriend. Clad in a black and white polka dotted crotch-snap onesie, clutching an infantile plush, of which Ruby probably had a thousand — the dolt. Around her head was a matching, frilled bonnet you’d probably see poking out of a bassinet or stroller. A bib with two cat-paw prints pulled around her neck, with pink cursive writing declaring her the “kutest kitty,” and a pair of frilled, white tights pulled up to her thighs. What was not as obvious at first glance, but glaring around the slender Faunus’s hips was the presence of a thick, white diaper. Its plastic edges just barely poking out from within the onesie, splaying her legs, making her look like she’d have to waddle toddler-like from room-to-room if she wanted to get anywhere at all. And there, in Blake’s mouth, was a yellow-and-black striped pacifier. Blake was thankful for it, as she had no idea what she could say. Instead, instinctively, she gave it a comforting suckle, before internally chastising herself for how it must look. She met the eyes of her wonderful, loving Yang for only a moment, before hanging her head, her ears drooping in a sad, almost pathetic manner. Yang put one hand on her hip, with the other in her face, shaking her head before clearing her throat. “Blake Belladonna. I think we need to talk.”