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Child’s Play
A Story of Yayoi Yamamoto, Operative of SLA Industries
by InkuHime (aka Incognito Himitsu)

This is one of my favourite stories. I've done some rewriting on it since I first posted it years ago.
This is an action adventure dark (grim dark?) science fiction story based on the TTRPG SLA Industries. There is a strong, central plot line that involves diapers, but it is not a conventional ABDL diaper story.

Chapter 1
Here Comes the Rain Again

    A long, narrow truck pulled to a stop on the Lower Downtown raised walkway. The vehicle shifted back and forth as three men climbed out of the cab. Two were rather large, one husky, the other fat. The third was a thin man, covered from head to foot in leather. The one in leather was a Prop, a mercenary and killer for hire. He was known on the streets as ‘Bent for Leather’.
    They had stopped for the girl sitting on the edge of the walkway. Small, thin, covered by a dirty, plastic poncho against the ever-falling rain of Mort. It was hard to tell much about her, hunched over with her head resting on her chest as she was. Still, she looked young; the Skin Trade's biggest seller was youth.
    And if it turned out she was not young, well, pretty, still sold. And if not pretty… that was one of the things the Prop took care of.
    The fat man approached her first; he held a hypo-gun loaded with Bio-block in his chubby hand. It was a bold move, but it was dark, and the high, wet walkway was deserted. The girl did not even look up as he approached. She might have been already drugged out of her mind. So much the easier for them if that was the case.
    He was beginning to reach forward when the girl did something totally unexpected. She kicked back and rolled backwards off the walkway's side, dropping out of sight. 
    The three men looked at each other, surprised, though it was difficult to tell with the Prop as his face was masked by leather strips. 
    "Must've known what we was planning," the husky man said. "Chose death over getting caught." 
    "Stupid little bitch," the fat man said. "Now we got to find another one to meet quota." He moved to the walkway's edge, looking down, expecting to see the girl's broken body forty meters below. 
    A hand grabbed him around his ankle. A quick pull and he was falling, screaming all those forty meters to the ground. 
    The other two had not seen what had happened; to them, it looked like the fat man had jumped. They stood there, trying to figure out why two people had just decided to throw themselves from the walkway. 
    The muted rumble of a pair of fusion turbines made both men look upwards. Above them was a figure in a suit of Silverback armour. As the armoured angel tossed away a plastic poncho, the Prop understood. The girl had not jumped from the walkway, and it was very likely his fat companion had been pulled. That realization had him going for the pistols at his side. Before he could reach them, a knife—hurled with exo-armour-assisted strength—punched through his throat. 
    Even as the Prop’s corpse hit the ground, the armoured figure alighted on the walkway and grabbed the husky man around the wrist. She hyperextended his elbow, twisted his wrist, and forced him onto his toes.
   He screamed in pain and then screamed louder as she jerked him around, flinging him over the side of the walkway and then holding him from a fall by his injured arm.
     There was something of a cat tormenting a small rodent in the actions.
    "Shut up," she snapped, giving him a shake. Her words and the agony cleared his head for a moment. Adrenaline flooded his body, chasing away the pain and giving him clarity. He knew he was in great danger and that his only chance of living rested in the hands of the small, armoured girl holding him. 
    "That's good," she said as he stopped screaming. "Tell me, who you’re with?" 
    "Slap and Tickle," he said, breathing hard, trying not to start screaming again. 
    "And where are you operating?" 
    "I can't tell you?" 
    She let go of him, allowing him to fall for a moment before leaning forward and snatching him again by the wrist, bringing him to a painful stop. "You can." 
    Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he had lost bladder control. He was close to passing out from the pain. "They'll kill me," he sobbed. 
    "What makes you think that I won't?" 
    "Down at the old Handara warehouse, Level Three. That's where we were supposed to bring this load. I swear that's all I know." 
    "Thank you," she said and then released his hand. He screamed until he stopped. She did not even watch. "This is Operative Yamamoto; I need a Shiver team at Walkway One Fifty-Six, Sector 7B, Lower Downtown, immediately," she said into her helmet's microphone. As she spoke, she stepped over the dead Prop and walked to the truck.
    "Roger that Operative Yamamoto," the voice on the other end replied. "Expect a team to arrive in five minutes." 
    "That's too long.” She pulled open the rear doors of the truck. "I need them here now." 
    "I'm sorry, Operative Yamamoto," the operator on the other end said calmly and politely. "There are no teams closer to your location." 
    Yayoi keyed her microphone off and made a rude noise before turning it back on and saying, "Understood." Her tone was despondent; she could not help it, not when looking into the truck. 
    A metal bar ran the length of the roof. Plastic ties around their wrists and over that bar, twelve people, very young men and women, girls and boys, were hung like meat. Few were tall enough that their feet reached the rusty metal grate beneath them. All so sedated that they might as well be dead. 
    The desire to move caused her heart to race. Always before, when she learned of some processing centre, she would arrive too late. The big players who knew the names and had the client lists would be gone. 
     There was a mole somewhere, leaking information to the Skin Trade. There had to be. Someone was getting in the way of the investigation, maybe even slowing the response time. Five minutes felt too long. 

    She wanted to go but would not leave the victims there, where anyone, or anything, could get at them. So she waited until the Shiver unit showed up, rolling onto the walkway in one of their APCs. 
    She gave them a quick briefing on what had happened. Made sure they knew what to do. Satisfied that the victims were in good hands, Yayoi leapt from the walkway, slowing her fall with her armour’s turbines. She landed gently on the rain-soaked road below, not far from the two dead men.
    Nearby, hidden under a pile of garbage, was her SCAF bike. The armoured security plates slid back at her command, the engine roaring to life. She straddled the vehicle, gave it power, and roared out of the alleyway and onto the street. 
    Once she got some speed, Yayoi activated the main turbine, lifting the bike into the air. The hydraulic system pulled the wheels into the main body, changing the motorcycle into a one-man helicopter. 
    Speed was of the essence now. Any chance of getting her hands on someone important depended on how soon she could get there. If they knew she was coming--and had to know she was coming--they would be clearing out.
     Seconds.
     She believed that it always came down to seconds. She would arrive to hear the echoing of a door slamming somewhere, the smell of cigarette smoke still in the air.
     Those who might know something already clear.
     The opportunity to score a telling blow to the Skin Trade was always out of reach.
    Maybe it was already too late, but she had to try. Go Fast. Go Faster.
    This time, it might be different.
    If only she could go faster.
    Soon, she was dropping below the raised streets, speeding among the web of walkways and roads, nearly scraping the buildings as she went.
    Three levels under the so-called surface of Mort was not too deep. Not when it was possible—if suicidal—to travel down 285 levels. Still, it was deep enough for her. She hated Lower Downtown for so many reasons, only partly because that was where her prey lived and thrived. 
    Ahead of her was the warehouse, an old, supposedly deserted building. It looked abandoned, but the Skin Trade did not survive by making their presence visible. 
    The SCAF landed on the roof of the building, the turbines throwing up a cloud of grit and dirt. She jumped off the bike, moving quickly, just in case anyone started shooting at her, making her way to a doorway on the roof. 
    As it was, there was no threat there. There was not much of a threat anywhere in the building. As before, Yayoi had arrived too late, perhaps by less than a minute. That was all it would take for the people in charge to scatter and hide, going deeper into the shadows. There were always a few people who would remain behind. The stupid or the desperate, trying to salvage something of value.
    A kick of her exo-armour tore the door from its hinges. Yayoi followed, diving over the walkway and dropping to the warehouse floor, her automatic pistols ready. She ordered all there to put their hands on their heads and not move. Those too foolish to listen, she shot. It was a waste of bullets, but dealt with the problem quickly. Those that remained did as she ordered and, therefore, were just maybe smart enough to be worth questioning. 
    There were also about sixty victims there, nearly half of them already dead. The Skin Trade was like any other business. They got rid of inventory that did not sell. She had to keep her temper as she questioned those she had left alive.
    They knew little, could tell her even less and were not nearly as bright as she had hoped. Hangers-on, temp work, just people looking to make a little extra money and not interested in asking too many questions. 
    Mort was full of people like that. 
    When the Shivers arrived, she turned the scene over to them and trudged her way back up to the roof. Looking around, making sure she was alone, Yayoi took off her helmet and screamed as loud as she could, as long as she could, until her throat began to hurt. She coughed for several seconds and then wiped some tears from her eyes. After taking a deep breath of the bad air, she put her helmet back on and got onto her SCAF.
    Time to go home.   

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Chapter 2
She Works Hard For Her Money

    "Listen to me, this is a great deal," Anna Growlska told the woman sitting across the desk from her. 
    "I'm not sure," the woman said doubtfully. Her name was Tian Chen, though she was more widely known by her assumed name of 'Black Ice'. It was a professional killer's name, flashy and easy to remember. She was tall muscled, her black hair in a crew cut. She was not attractive, but she had a certain air that served her well on the contract circuit: A mix of deadliness, grace, and sex appeal. 
    "What is there not to be sure of? It's a great sponsorship deal, good money, solid name brand, everything you could want." Anna was also tall, but not so tall as the contract killer, and she wore her white hair long. Pale skin, white clothing, calm demeanour: there was a reason some called her the ice queen. Her pale blue eyes met and held those of Tian. 
    "I don't even use 'Feel Fresh Tampons'," Tian explained. 
    "Well, you will now. All the time." 
    "I don't bleed. Had all that womanly stuff shut down when I went pro. The last thing you want is to smell of blood down in the sewers. Some Carriens got the nose to come after that." 
    Anna nodded. "I am aware of your situation." 
    "Then why even come to me with this deal. I can't use the product. I would be a terrible spokesperson." 
    "Tian, that is where you are wrong. You don't need them, but you use them. That's how good they are. Tell me that," emphasis on 'that', "would not want to make someone buy them.” 
    "I have no idea what you are talking about, Growlska." 
    "The tampons use a symbiotic bacteria to keep things clean, you know? You can leave one in for days if you have the mind to, not that I would, and they're good for things like yeast infections and crap. They'll keep you fresh, so no Carrien, no matter how good their nose will be tracking you by smell, if you know what I mean. Hell, you could even stick one in a bullet hole. Keep the wound clean while killing Carriens." 
    Tian's incredulous look softened after several seconds, and she finally nodded. "You know, that does sound like it makes some sense." 
    "That is why I came to you. You can make these sexy because you divorce them from what they are actually used for. You'll have to make some big deal about using them before you go into the sewers or onto a Gore Zone and crap like that, but nothing that you should not be able to handle." Anna was smiling broadly. 
     Tian nodded again.
     "You are going to make some good money, the company is going to get some great publicity, and, of course, I'll get my cut."

    Gear packed away, bike locked up in a secure garage, a shower to wash the grime of the work from her, civilian clothing with no visible weapon, Operative Yayoi Yamamoto was out to do some shopping. Dressed in a pair of loose trousers, a white blouse, a raincoat and a pink designer umbrella, she did not look much like an operative. Yayoi looked like a civilian, a tween. That was the effect she had wanted. 
    Soon after she joined SLA Industries, and right after graduating from Meny, she had picked her niche. Some breast reduction surgery, some removal of fat around her hips, and a little tweaking of her hormones all had taken a few years off her apparent age back then. Nothing had changed either. She was the perfect bait for those who hunted children and young adults. 
    She had made it her speciality and had become very good at it. Many BPNs (Blue Print News Files) had fallen her way because of her looks, and they had paid well. She delivered results and received some perks to help in her mission. The Silverback armour was one, the SCAF another. Everything she needed to keep the Skin Trade off balance and to hopefully shut it down one day. 
    Yayoi was twenty-two and looked like she was somewhere between ten and twelve years of age. 
    The grocery store, 'Mr. Greens Food Bin' was a rather typical chain in Uptown and Suburbia. It carried a bit of everything, with large amounts of the basics. Yayoi cruised the aisles, filling a basket with various bits of synthetic foods and a few pieces of natural, greenhouse-grown fruit. It was expensive on Mort, but Operatives always had a little money for luxuries. 
    After she paid for her dinner, she crossed the rain-soaked streets to the HappyLife Pharmacy. Another of the chains that were common in Uptown and Suburbia. A lot of HappyLife's stock was recreational pharmaceuticals. Beat and Alice and other drugs like that. Of course, there were plenty of medical drugs: analgesics, Kick Start, cough drops, vitamins, birth control, and everything a busy operative or executive could use. 
    Yayoi picked up a package of Kick Start Solo, having run low on the powerful healing drug earlier that day. She looked at a display case filled with combat drugs. She considered, not for the first time, picking up some Ultra-Violence. The combat cocktail would supercharge her, but one always had to worry about addiction.
    Going the way of the Frothers, SLA Industries drug fiend berserkers, was not her path.
    She turned from the case and drifted towards the back of the store, past the feminine hygiene products—a large placard bright and new made it clear that Feel Fresh Tampons had a new spokesperson—into the section where the diapers were. 
    She looked the small selection over and then grabbed a package of MoonieMan bedwetting pants; not really diapers, but close enough for her. They had adorable graphics and were as thick as something that claimed to be discrete could be. Tucking the package under her arm, Yayoi went to the front to pay for the purchases. She dropped the items on the scanning plate and waved her badge in front of the reader.
    With her bag of food in one hand and the package of diapers tucked under her arm, the Kick Start in her raincoat pocket, she headed home. 
    Home was a small apartment with a balcony and a tiny flower box she called her ‘garden’. The place was a far cry from the cramped cubicle in Suburbia that she had started in. She could afford something a little better and a little bigger, but she liked what she had… and moving was always a pain.
    She checked her apartment’s security with her phone, and even when it came back clear (a green, happy face - the literacy rate on Mort was low), she examined her physical tell. It was a sliver of paper that she had slid between the door and casing. She would have known the door had been opened if it had been lying on the floor.
    Satisfied that nothing was out of place, she punched the combination into the keypad and then used her palm print to unlock the door. A lot of security, but it was necessary. Operatives often made a lot of enemies, and they had a lot of valuable property. 
    She did not relax until she swept the apartment, not that there was much to check. The main room with its single couch and vid (illegally turned off). Calling the kitchen and bathroom small would be generous, but both were functional. The bedroom was comfortable enough for one person. One corner was taken up by the weapon and equipment safe.
     Satisfied that she had nothing to worry about, she prepared her dinner. Several minutes later, with her meal cooking, Yayoi left the kitchen and went to her bedroom. 
    She stripped, folding up her clothing and placing it at the foot of the bed until she was dressed in a pale pink camisole. She tore the package of bedwetting pants open, removed one of the white garments, and shook it out, listening to the subtle rustling sound of the plastic linter. She bent over, slid her feet through the leg openings, and drew it up her thin legs. She took a moment to enjoy the feeling of wearing it, running her hands over the padded material. She felt, well, secure. 
    She removed a pair of pink plastic pants with a yellow duck design from a drawer in the bureau and then pulled them over the bedwetting pants. She liked the sound they made when she walked. 
    Happy and relaxed, she returned to the kitchen to finish preparing her dinner. 
    After eating, she sat on the couch, her Oyster computer on her lap. She checked her correspondence first; nothing of real import, a few things that had made it past the spam filter. She deleted those.
    Her feed had pulled stories from the wars, highlighting search terms she had given it. Yayoi sighed, both sad and relieved, not finding what she had been looking for.
    She always told herself that no news was good news, as hard as not knowing was.
    Yayoi kept an anachronistic postcard tucked into the computer’s case. With illiteracy as high as it was, almost no one got letters, the written word fallen out of favour. The postcard was a handmade affair, a picture pasted to a piece of cardboard from a ration pack, a scrawl on the back that read, ‘Glad you’re not here, stay safe on Mort. Be good.’ 
    As if anyone could be safe or good on Mort.
   She sighed and put the postcard back where she kept it. Six months ago, it had come and had spent almost as long getting to her.
   Nothing she could do about that. She began reviewing her case notes to take her mind off of it. Four years of research and investigation, distilled down by both her and some forensic programs into what sometimes felt like a madman's ramblings. Were the connections she saw really there? The programs agreed with her about half the time.
    So maybe she was only half crazy?
    She was sure that all she needed was that right piece of information, the thing that would help connect it all.
    All she had to do was find it.
    She relaxed her bladder and soaked the bedwetting pants as she worked, enjoying the moist warmth that spread around her bottom.


    Anna lay on the massage table as a talented Ebon worked the kinks and pains out of her back. She was looking through the pages of a magazine called 'Submissive Styles'. The publisher sought the right person to represent a magazine with a growing readership. 
    Anna specialized in things like that. Sponsors wanted Operatives or Contract Killers to use their product, which was easy for places that sold weapons, armour, drugs, clothing, and vehicles. But what did the place that sold nose-hair trimmers do? That was where Anna came in. 
    She found people who did use or could be persuaded to use the product in question. The fat operative continually stuffing his face with Creamy-Crunchy-Logs was the perfect spokesman, far better than the painfully thin Waster, who never ate one in her life. Sure, the fat guy was not too pretty, but his armour had lots of space for ads, and he was good at his job, so got a lot of press time. 
    Working on deals like that, she had made herself rich. It was her niche, one that she held with brutal efficiency. Now she was trying to figure out whom she could get to shill for 'Submissive Styles'. He or she would have to be pretty. Maybe something for that Frother she had seen the other day. What was her name again? Yvonne. That was it, Anna recalled.
    Yvonne had the right look, a real damsel in distress with big, wet eyes.
    The masseuse gave her bottom a gentle smack. "Over on your back, love."
    Anna turned over so the masseuse could gently work her fingers into the tense deltoid and pectoral muscles. She gently massaged Anna's breasts and then worked her way down to the abdominal muscles. I needed this, Anna thought. She enjoyed her work, but it could be so stressful. Then, the talented fingers moved between her legs, and Anna did not think of much.
    Later, she returned to her office in a cloud of endorphins, feeling lazy as if she would melt into a puddle of contented goo in the back of the taxi. Melting into goo sounded nice. The cab dropped her off in front of the downtown building. Anna made her relaxed way up to her office. Nice and slow, letting the realities of work chase away the laziness before it fully claimed her. No more time for dreams of being goo.
    Good things did not last, but as long as she had the money, she could buy them back... for a time.
    So, it was essential to work hard.
    Soon, she was seated at her desk, looking over the many requests she had received. They were from companies that hoped she might find them the perfect spokesperson. She put each request in a different pile, file, or garbage can. She made notes as she went. She also took time to look over the information she had on Yvonne. The professional drug addict was maybe the perfect person to wear the Submissive Styles logo. Certainly worth making an appointment to talk to her. 
    She shifted her gaze from the work to the vid unit that was always on. The excited voice of a Third Eye anchorman had caught her attention. On the screen, a slight figure in Silverback armour was fighting a group of armed men. According to the caption at the bottom (not that a lot of Mort's citizenry could read it), the armed men were part of the Skin Trade group Puppy Talk. 
    Anna had seen that operative before on Third Eye News but had no idea who she, or maybe he (you never could be sure when they were wearing armour) was. The woman (assumed) did put on a good show. The FEN 603 pistols were pumping out a lot of lead, so obviously, the operative was not too concerned with the bullet tax. 
    Then, the pistols were put away, and a MAC combat knife was put into use. That was when the blood started to fly, literally. The speed of that armour made the hits with that blade particularly deadly. Anna watched, quite impressed with the operative's skill. Credit where credit was due. 
    Anne whistled appreciatively as the armoured figure launched into an aerial somersault. She neatly snapped one man's neck with a heel kick. On landing, she swept another man's legs, then plunged her knife into his chest, pinning him to the ground. She left him there and continued on to her next target. 
    Definitely a Kick Murder operative. She was very good at what she did. 
    Anna had been watching a recording of the battle, already tweaked and edited for maximum effect. The scene switched to a pretty boy live on location talking about how a blow had been dealt to the Skin Trade. Over sixty people had been liberated from the slavers.
    It was good stuff. 
    Then the camera angle changed, and there, in the background, was the operative, talking to the Shivers, her helmet off. Anna only got a brief look at her face, but it caught her attention. 
    "Rewind and freeze," Anna commanded. The vid unit did as she said, rewinding a few seconds and then freezing. "Advance frame by frame." She watched as each frame was presented to her. "Freeze," she ordered when she had what she wanted. " Magnify five times." 
    Editing applications enhanced and cleaned up the picture. In high definition, a girl with short black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail was on the screen. "Very nice," Anna said softly. Then she reached for her phone. She had some enquiries to make.

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Chapter 3
Opportunities

    Yayoi yawned as she made her way through the crowds that filled Slayer's Crib. In that vast building, operatives like herself picked up the BPNs that paid the bills. The place was crowded like it always was, as people shuffled through the process of getting their next job. She had already signed in, which had taken an hour and was waiting for her appointment. 
    The day before, she had managed a minor coup, taking out a Puppy Talk storage centre. Lots of information had come from that raid. It was going to take time for the analysis to produce something actionable. Now, she had to wait for the Skin Trade to make the next move. Make the next mistake that she could take advantage of. 
    Of course, they knew that and might lay low for a bit. That being the case, Yayoi had decided to find another mission, hence her visit to the Crib.
    As it would be a long wait to get a job (and leaving even for a minute was almost a guaranteed way to lose your place in the queue), she had come prepared. Prepared, in this case, was a pair of MoonieMan pants under her clothing. 
    It was almost an hour before she was finally seen, at which point she took the White (Investigation) BPN to investigate potential DarkNight incursions in lower Downtown. Of course, there were DarkNight agents in lower Downtown; that was nothing new, but someone obviously thought this might be the start of a more significant problem. 
    BPN in hand, she headed out of the Crib. Yayoi would hit her place to kit up before heading out on the mission. She was just starting down the stairs of the BPN hall when she heard someone call her name. 
    A tall, well-dressed woman standing not so far away from her. "Miss Yamamoto, I'm pleased to meet you." 
    Yayoi almost asked 'why?' but decided against that. Being polite was always wise because mouthing off to the wrong person might get you demoted, killed, or disappeared. "I'm sorry. You seem to have the advantage." 
    The woman smiled. "Anna Growlska." She held out her hand towards Yayoi. "I'm an agent." 
    Yayoi took her hand. Soft skin, manicured fingernails painted vivid red. "Pleased to meet you, Ms Growlska." It was not entirely true, but Yayoi's smile should pass for sincere. 
    Anna laughed softly as she released Yayoi's hand. Had she seen through the feigned politeness? "Can we talk?" Anna asked. "Perhaps have a coffee? My treat." 
    "I have some things to take care of, a little short on time." Not entirely true. The timings on the BPN were not that tight. 
    "It is important and might be quite valuable to you." 
    Yayoi wanted to say no, but again, survival instincts took over. Anna was well dressed, looked like she had money, and, from the way she held herself, not a minor player. Not the kind of person it was safe to blow off in SLA industries. "Can you give me a few minutes?"  Yayoi asked. "I just need to get some things moving."
    "Of course." Anna smiled. 
    "I'll be back soon then," Yayoi told her as she went off to call in some favours. 
    A few minutes later, as promised, she returned to where Anna waited. They went to a nearby coffee shop where Anna ordered expensive, trendy coffees. 
    "I'm not going to waste any time," Anna began after drinking from her china cup. "I've been looking into your credit purchases for the last two years." 
    "I did not think my purchases would be that easy to look into," Yayoi said as she took a drink of coffee. That her credit was tracked did not surprise her. That anyone cared enough to look did. "Or of any interest." 
    "Not at my level of security clearance, and for my work, I like to know what you like." 
    "I don't understand," Yayoi said as she wondered what Anna's SCL was.
    "I'll explain," a pause, "in a roundabout way. First, I've noticed that you have bought a fairly steady supply of bedwetting pants, the occasional package of diapers, plastic and rubber panties, and several other similar things. According to the records, you don't have children and live alone." 
    "I use them," Yayoi said, stating it simply and right out. It was not something she was going to lie about. "And I don't care who knows." She added that just in case this thing was about blackmail of some sort. Not that she thought it was. This was Mort, after all. Wearing diapers and such was nothing. 
    "I'm glad to hear that. Might I ask why you wear them? I mean, do you need to?" 
    Once more, survival instincts kept her from asking what business was it of Anna’s, and instead, she said, ”No," with a shake of her head. "I don't need them, at least not for any physical reason. I simply like wearing them." 
    "They make you feel good?" 
    "Yes, and secure, I suppose." Yayoi wondered why the woman was interested and also why she was answering those questions. Sure, there was the fact it was dangerous just to blow someone off, but something about Anna, her presence… It made Yayoi willing to talk. Maybe it was pheromones?
    "Wonderful." 
    "Wonderful?" Yayoi was a little surprised.
    "As I said, I like to know what you like. I like to know what sort of things a person chooses to buy and to use. I want to know what products they could become the face of. And I would like you to become a spokesperson for Grimble and Pradesh. Do you know who they are?" 
    "One of the larger companies in the World of Progress. They make a lot of commercial goods: personal care, hygiene, cosmetics, other things." 
    "Yes. G&P make the MoonieMan pants you buy as well as six brands of diapers, diapering supplies and various baby care consumables." 
    Yayoi saw where it was going, but she still had to ask, to be perfectly clear, "Are you suggesting that I let their diaper division sponsor me?" 
    "Yes," Anna smiled. "It is a perfect match." 
    "I don't think so." 
    "Don't be so hasty. G&P are part of SLA industries, and helping them sell is an important service to the Company after all. And they will be able to offer you a lot of money." 
    Yayoi considered what Anna had said. Yayoi was always worried about being seen as disloyal to the Company she worked for. It was a dangerous thing to happen in SLA Industries.
    She had chosen not to have a finance chip installed in her head, which would have allowed real-time monitoring of her life. It was both a convenience and a sign of unquestionable loyalty to the Company. However, the idea of a biogenetic organism in her brain scared the hell out of her. 
    Since that day, Yayoi had done all she could to ensure she would be seen as loyal to the Company. Now, Anna was offering her another opportunity to do just that. 
    "It's not like it is all that different from things now," Anna told her. "You don't seem to be ashamed by your choice in underclothing. Now you'd just be letting more people know about it." 
    "I'm not saying I would do this, but for the sake of understanding, what would this sponsorship entail?" 
    "A few patches on the shoulders of your armour, maybe one on your back or chest; I'll try to keep it to a minimum and tasteful. Are you wearing a diaper or something right now?" 
    Yayoi felt her cheeks grow warm. Somehow, that question just seemed more personal, but she nodded. "One of the MoonieMan pants." 
    "That is the answer I wanted to hear. Once we get the contract signed, you'll probably be expected to wear one whenever you go out, under your armour or whatever clothing you wear. When you get home, you probably switch to a diaper. The important thing will be that we make it clear you are always wearing G&P products. It's just how it has to be to ensure that seeing you is seeing their products. You'll also do some commercials, magazine photos, that kind of stuff, get your face and the product out there for people to see."
    "I'm not sure about that, the commercials and magazines. It won't be good if too many people know who I am." 
    "Wrong." 
    "Pardon?" 
    "That is just wrong," Anna told her. "Okay, when you started out, going the low-key approach was a good idea. It made sense to allow you to work undercover and such. Good plan, but now you want to expand out a little." 
    "I don't understand." 
    "Go public. Be the darling diaper girl who is going after the Skin Trade. Show that cute little face and body of yours to people. They will fall in love with you. You'll get an army of citizens throughout the city that would die just so you might smile at them. They'll give you information, happily, for free, saving you weeks of work and lots of credits." 
    Yayoi said nothing. Part of her was taking quiet umbrage at the term 'darling diaper girl'. But, putting that aside, was Anna right? Would she become a media darling? She supposed that the investigations could get easier. Famous Operatives and Contract Killers did have a helpful fan base, though they also had to deal with stalkers and similar issues. 
    "I'm going to have to think about it," Yayoi finally said. 
    "Think all you want. I'll start the ball rolling, but don't worry, nothing happens until you want it to." Anna smiled widely, showing her perfect teeth. 
    That did not wholly reassure Yayoi for some reason.

   G&P's administration offices were housed in Mort Central, a blocky, slate-grey building with no windows. In a small conference room, Anna Growlska was meeting with three people. One of them was the Vice President of Baby Goods sales, Mrs Delta Redhill. The other two were part of the Company's marketing team, and Anna had not bothered to remember their names, thinking of them as Blue and Green for the colour of their clothing. 
    Anna had come there and made her presentation to these people, offering them a spokesperson for their products.
    The vice president leaned back in her chair, looking at Anna for several seconds. It was a silent ploy, almost daring Anna to say something. She remained quiet and smiled. 
    Finally, the woman said, ”The operative, Yayoi Yamamoto, would look,” she paused, “I suppose there is no other word than cute. She would look cute using our products.
   “I will not argue that. 
   “That her tweaked hormones will keep her looking like that is the only reason we are considering this.
    “So yes, she would be an excellent spokesperson. The question I need to ask is if this operative can really give us the media coverage that you claim? That she will make a sponsorship deal worth our time?” 
    Anna smiled as she stood up. "I brought this," she told the Delta, Blue, and Green.
    Making a bit of a production, she removed what looked like a cigarette case from her jacket pocket. With a ‘snap,’ she opened it and removed a silver dataslug. She held it up for the moment, like a sleight-of-hand artist doing a trick and then plugged it into a slot on the table.
    She could have even said ‘ta-da’, which would not have seemed out of place.
    With all three watching her, she swung her hand out and pointed at the screen at the room's far end.
     When they looked, she said, "This is from Third Eye News, shortly before I came here. Operative Yamamoto went after a group of DarkNight subversives working in lower Downtown." 
    On the screen, Yayoi, in her Silverback armour, leapt from a rooftop, coming down on top of a man wearing a suit of beat-up Dogeybone armour. The size difference suggested the man should have been able to deal with Yayoi, but that was not what happened. 
    Moving faster than the DarkNight agent could react, Yayoi took her enemy apart, sliding her knife into openings in the heavy armour, killing her enemy by pieces. 
    "There were five fully trained DarkNight agents and roughly thirty civilians turned by DarkNight. Operative Yayoi took out four of the subversives and twenty of the disloyal civilians. The rest were dealt with by two contract killers sent in by Third Eye News for a bit more colour. 
    "Watch the operative hunt; watch her fight. She kills with minimal energy but always puts on a good show. Look at that kick; it shatters the man's kneecap, and then she catches him with an elbow as he falls forward. Look at the blood fly." 
    Indeed, blood was flying as power armour strength shredded human bodies.
     About thirty seconds passed, Third Eye News camera drones darting in among the fight, following the action. The POV jumped smoothly among several drones, providing an excellent view of the fight. The Third Eye News techs knew how to cover a story.
    “Look there, she grabs the gun of the big guy as she probably shatters his leg, spins like a dancer, and empties the clip into those two asshats who thought they could sneak up behind her." 
    "She is rather talented," Delta said grudgingly.
    Anna did not believe her tone. 
    Blue and Green were watching raptly.
    "Here's a good part coming up. Two subversives, heavily armed, good armour, back to back, ready for anything, or so they think. And then Yayoi drops down onto their shoulders. Look at that! Snaps that one's neck and kicks the other one to drive them apart. Takes the dead woman's MAL cannon, and then boom. Sprays the man all over the place. Beautiful, right?" 
    "She is great," Green all but yelled. Delta gave her a slightly cross glance. It was apparent to Anna that Delta did not want to appear too interested. Far too late for that. 
    "There is some more, but let’s fast forward through that.” She pressed a control on the table, and scenes of violence flashed across the screen. “Here, this is the last bit that is worth watching.” She took her finger from the scan button. “The Shaktar is a turned operative; his own people have been hunting him for a month. She gets the drop on him and proceeds to take him apart, a piece at a time." 
    The Shaktar stood over three meters tall and wore a customised Crackshot armour suit. The large, lizard-like species were excellent fighters, some of the best in the World of Progress. It did not appear so with Yayoi using superior speed and a pair of Blitzers, the big revolvers obviously loaded with HEAP (High Explosive Armour Piercing) rounds, to finish him off. 
    "She even left him alive for Shaktar justice," Anna said, breathless. "She was made for entertainment. She was made to wear your diapers."
    Delta was quiet as the screen went dark. "She might be a little excessive to sell baby care products."
    "Yayoi built herself to look like an adorable little girl for monsters who like adorable little girls. So she is taking the fight to child hunters. She's got an innocent vibe going. You almost expect her to lisp when she talks, and you can totally see her wearing a diaper and drinking from a baby bottle right after she is finished," Anna paused, "being a little excessive, as you put it.”
    "Will she lisp?" Blue asked.
    "You could not afford it." 
    Silence in the room for a few seconds, and then Delta said, "I think we might be interested. We'll want full sponsorship rights, of course." 
    Anna turned on her, smiling. "I'll give you both shoulders and nothing else. Six-month contract, only renewed if Yayoi wants it." 
    "Excuse me?" 
    "She's going to be a star; if you want in on the ground floor, that will cost you. If you are not interested, I'm sure that CK will be happy to have Yayoi wearing their bedwetting pants."
    "Ridiculous. CK has a fraction of the market; what can they give you?"
    "They can give me what I want, and with Yayoi wrapping her fabulous tush in their products, they are going to start taking bites out of your market share. This ain't my first rodeo, and I know talent that can sell."
    "A year, semi-exclusive, we get veto right on any other sponsor and fifty percent of her armour."
    "No. Deal is what I said. Agreement in principle not to take sponsorship from anyone in direct competition with G&P products. I'll also give you logo space on her breast, as small as that is."
    Delta nodded after a moment. "Okay, I'm willing to work with that."

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I like Anna, but I think that Yayoi will be making a mistake when she takes this deal. Being almost unknown leads to her adversaries underestimating her, to her great advantage.

I am so glad to see another story by you here! I love your heroines.

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On 10/23/2023 at 8:11 AM, Bluebird67 said:

I like Anna, but I think that Yayoi will be making a mistake when she takes this deal. Being almost unknown leads to her adversaries underestimating her, to her great advantage.

I am so glad to see another story by you here! I love your heroines.

I think we can talk about the deal when I get to the end of the story, it is a valid point.

I'm glad to hear you like Yayoi. I'm a big fan of Yayoi myself. In an Iseaki story where I was reborn as Yayoi I would be mostly okay with that. She's cool and in control :)

Hope you keep reading, should get the next chapter up sometime today.

Thanks for the response.

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  • InkuHime changed the title to Child's Play Chapter 4 (10/25/2023)

Chapter 4
Temptation Waits

    Yayoi was lying on her couch, eyes closed, not asleep. Her fight earlier that day had taken a lot out of her. Sure, she had pumped herself up with Kick-Start Solo, and all the wounds had healed, but she felt exhausted.
   She had not expected to have to deal with a Shaktar. Had not expected to have to fight at all. Everything had just fallen into place, and she had the choice of going after them or letting them go.
    And letting DarkNight go without a fight was never an option.
    Not for a loyal SLA Operative.
    It was lucky that the backup had shown, though she had not called for it. Then, there was Third Eye News' presence. Yayoi had called in the Shivers requesting help, but Third Eye had arrived before the Shivers.
    It was a little depressing, not that she would say that out loud.
    Third Eye’s rapid response left her wondering if that Growlska woman had something to do with it. Had she looked up the details of Yayoi’s job and made some calls?
     It was a little concerning.
     Yayoi disliked being in the spotlight; it made her worry. Anna had said it would only help, but Yayoi did not believe it.
     She worried that she would have to deal with a change, however.
     Not long after the fight ended, people started reaching out to her. People with enough pull to get her contact information. People asking her if she had considered sponsorship deals and if she was willing to give a media interview.
     Those kinds of calls were not entirely novel; there had been times when she had received three or four calls after appearing in some Third Eye News story.
     But she had never received so many. And they had never kept coming.
    She had shut off her phone, which she usually never did.
    Maybe she did need an agent? Some kind of representation who would handle these things so she could focus on her investigation. 
    She sat up when someone rang her door chime. The security monitor showed Anna Growlska standing outside her door, looking up at the camera with a big smile. Yayoi debated pretending she was not at home or that she was asleep.
     Since their earlier meeting, Yayoi had looked into the woman's history. She was a well-regarded media agent, SCL 6. One did not get that high by being bad at their job.
     Or by not having friends and contacts in high places.
     After picking up a pistol (it was Mort), Yayoi unlocked and opened the door.
    "Good to see you," Anna said, smiling broadly as she entered the apartment. She took note of the weapon in Yayoi’s hand but did not say anything (it was Mort).
    "Thank you," Yayoi answered automatically with no inflexion. She closed and locked the door. 
    Anna looked around. "Place is a bit small, not that there is anything wrong with that, but you might want to look into getting a place that shows better eventually." 
    "Why?" 
    "Because," she paused, "well, it will be expected. After all, you're going to be a star, one of Mort’s It Girls.” 
    "I'm still not sure about what you proposed. And I don’t see how it will make me a star.” 
    “Then you had best get sure. We've got a great offer from G&P. They really loved your little show today. You're quite the killer." 
    "I'm just doing my job," she told Anna, her words clipped. 
    "And a good job it is. People have been contacting you about sponsorship and interviews, haven't they?" 
    "A few." 
    "Liar," Anna laughed. "You turned off your phone. Unless you want to leave it off, you need to align yourself and your brand with someone. Once you have a gatekeeper and an enforceable legal contract, they won’t dare contact you directly." Anna took a seat on the couch without being invited. 
    “I suppose that that is true," Yayoi admitted. She sat down beside Anna and wished she had another seat. She did not want to stand or sit on the floor as that would give Anna an advantage, but she did not want to sit next to the woman, which suggested closeness. 
    Yayoi asked, ”So why don't I just let one of the weapon companies sponsor me? Some agent called and said they could get me that deal." 
    "Probably lying, but even if they were not, you don't want to go that way."
    "Why?"
    "Because to those companies, you are just another operative. One that is completely generic and ultimately unimportant and entirely replaceable. To G&P,” Anna paused, smiled, “you are special. You'll get a far better deal with them than with BLA or KARMA. If you are going to be shilling, you might as well get the best deal. And that way, you are a valuable asset to the company, right?" 
    Yayoi felt her head spinning with everything that Anna told her. Eventually, she nodded and asked, "What sort of deal are they offering?" 
    "Well, first of all, I've got you a six-month starter contract, and when it is over, it is over. A lot of operatives and contract killers end up not being able to call the shots, get stuck with one company forever." 
    "What else?" 
    "You get five hundred credits a month. I could have got more, but I chose to prioritize limiting the contract. You'll wear the MoonieMan logo on your right shoulder and the Cummfies logo on your left. Over your right breast will be the G&P logo. Once a month you'll have to do some sort of advertising. Commercial or photo-book spread.” Anna looked at Yayoi, and her smile grew. “I also got you a one hundred credit appearance bonus. Not perfect because you need at least a minute of coverage to get it. But you get another hundred for each thirty seconds after.
     “So, what do you think?”
     “I’m not sure what to think,” Yayoi said. It was a lot of money for just wearing some patches on her armour.
    “You should think it is great. It’s one of the better deals I’ve worked out. I get fifteen percent." 
    Yayoi thought fifteen sounded high but nodded. "What else does it entail?" 
    "Like I asked earlier, you got a diaper or MoonieMan on?" 
    Yayoi nodded. "Yes." 
    "It's as I expected. From this point on, no panties touch that fabulous bottom of yours. Cummfies when you are home and staying in and MoonieMans at all other times. If you are not wearing one, it is because you are changing a wet one, on the toilet, or having sex… and they'd prefer if you kept it on even then."
  “When having sex?”
  "I guess your partner could slide in through a leg hole or push them down a little. I'll leave it to you to work out the logistics.”
   "Why do they have any say about how I fuck?"
   “One of the reasons they want you is that innocent look of yours. Perfect for the product. They think that if you are spreading your legs, then maybe that image will be spoiled. We talked it back and forth and agreed that if you are going to be having sex, you should keep the diaper on. I mean, honestly, it seems even more sketchy that way. I am willing to bet they will rethink it.”
    “I can’t believe this.”
    “Listen, you should be grateful that there is nothing firm in the contract. This one little marketing twat in a puke green suit actually wanted to put in a clause that would restrict any sexual contact." 
    "What?" Yayoi exclaimed.
   “Real hard case about it, too. Wanted you fitted with one of the KARMA chastity devices. A high-end one that precluded vaginal, anal and oral sex.”
    Yayoi knew her mouth was hanging open as she stared at Anna.
   Anna laughed just a little. “Listen, if you are good with that, we can probably get a sponsorship deal with KARMA. Not a lot of money, but we’ll stick their logo between your legs; G&P will be happy with that.”
    “No!” Yayoi’s tone was flat.
    “Figured as much, which is why I was looking out for you, keeping the wording loose enough that you can take off the diaper to fuck, if you so choose.”
    After a few moments, Yayoi responded with a sarcastic, ”Thank you.”
    Ignoring the tone, Anna said, "Hey, I'm looking out for you. The happier you are with this contract, the better things will be for G&P, for you, and me." 
    "I suppose." Her tone was sullen.
    "Come on, Yayoi. Cheer up. You agree to this, and I am your agent. All this bother about sponsorship comes through me from now on, and you get left alone. Agree to this, and you've got a bunch of money coming in, and in six months, you can put the screws to G&P to double, perhaps even triple what you are getting paid. I don't say this often, but you might be able to shoot for the sky." 
    Yayoi nodded. "Or I can just cancel the contract." 
    "You could, but you won't want to." 
    "We'll see." 
    "Yes, we will. Now," Anna reached into her jacket and removed a small tablet, "let's go through all these contracts and then get them signed. Then we can start making money." 
    At that moment, the security buzzer sounded.  
    Anna put the tablet with the contract in front of Yayoi. "Read these. I will handle that. It will be a month's supply of diapers and bedwetting pants for you.”
    Yayoi stopped Anna, reached for her pistol and looked at the security monitor. “This is Mort; I just don’t let people into my apartment.”
    Anna sighed. “We need to get you into a better place.”


    Yayoi had ultimately signed the contract after running it through her computer to convert the legalese into something he could understand.
    Once Yayoi put her name on the contract, G&P requested that she take her armour in to have the patches put on. She had done so, taking the suit to a large shop that had a good reputation. 
  The next day, when she entered the shop, she found her armour looking as good as the day she had bought it. Maybe even better. The patches on her shoulders and chest looked like they had always been part of the armour. Some odd alterations around the hips made the armour look a little thicker.
    "What's up with this?" she asked the tech.
    "Bit of extra lightweight polymers," he explained, "won't change the way the armour behaves; don't worry about that. Might provide a little extra protection; there's some shock-absorbing qualities to the materials used, but don't expect much if someone shoots you in the ass."
    "But why?"
    "No idea. Just got the specs from your corporate sponsors. They were paying; I did the work."
    Yayoi excused herself and went to make a call.
    She got someone named Ollie at G&P, whose name was on the work order.
    "What do you think of the armour?" he asked. "Tuned the turbines up, a full set of repairs, updated the software, firmware, and electronics for you."
    "That's all great, but what is up with the extra armour on my butt?"
    "Want to make it look like you are wearing a MoonieMan, don't we?"
    Yayoi thought about that for a few seconds. "Wait, isn't the entire point of a MoonieMan is that it is discreet?"
    "Sure, but we got to make sure people know you are wearing one, so discreet is not a selling point. We bulked out the armour on your butt and between your legs just a bit so anyone looking might spot the bulge."
    "That's..."
    "Brilliant, I know," Ollie told her.
    His smug tone made it clear she was not going to be able to argue with him.
    “All right, just wanted to ask."
    "Got ya. Following up. That's why you are the professional. Attention to detail. Any other questions."
    "No, that's it," Yayoi said and cut the connection.
    Fake padding to make it look like she was wearing the MoonieMan, which she actually was.
    Insane.
    But if it did not affect the armour's performance, she might as well accept it.
    When she ended the contract, she hoped it would not prove too expensive to have that removed.
    Yayoi returned to where the tech was already working on something else. He looked up and said, "Someone from G&P also sent over a case. It's over there, probably keyed to you.
    She looked the dark grey case over, wondering what they had sent her. A little excited, like she had been given a present on her birthday, she opened it with a tap of the SLA badge.
    Inside were a matched pair of BLA 12.7mm Derringers, a BLA Buzzsaw SMG, and a GA Finisher assault rifle with a collapsible stock. And with those weapons, a lot of ammunition.
    "Shit," Yayoi said as she lifted the Finisher out of the case. The assault rifle, as were all the other weapons, was sporting the G&P logo. Yayoi was not going to ignore all the extra firepower. She closed the case, picked it up, grabbed her armour, and entered a change room. She suited up, armour and weapons, for another day on Mort’s Streets.
 
    The finely tuned armour and the new weapons were the only real differences Yayoi noted for the first six days after she had signed the contract. She was almost beginning to think it would all fade into the background. However, a rather noisy altercation with some Slap and Tickle agents brought the press in force to an otherwise unremarkable section of Suburbia.
    The questions they asked were pretty standard. Questions about the victims, the criminals, the weapons she had used to do the killing. Then one of the reporters said, "From the logos you are wearing, it is obvious you are being sponsored by a diaper company."
    "Well, G&P make much more than just diapers, but I'm specifically aligned with MoonieMan bedwetting pants and Cumffie diapers." She felt a little embarrassed saying it on camera and wished she was still wearing her helmet so it might hide the flush warming her cheeks.
    "And is it true that you actually wear these things?" the woman asked incredulously. 
    Yayoi took a deep breath and gave them her best smile. "Of course. I'm wearing a MoonieMan right now. After all, getting the smell of sweat out of my armour is hard enough. Can you imagine how hard it would be to deal with the smell of urine?" 
    The reporters loved the answer, and so did, as Yayoi would learn, G&P. Citizens watching at home apparently liked it as well. She became the 'Diapered Operative' overnight, the innocent girl going after the stealers of innocent children. 
    It was annoyingly like Anna had predicted. She became a media darling, almost like they could not get enough of her. Part of it was Yayoi went out of her way to avoid the media. Always leave them wanting more, Anna had said about that.
    Three weeks after signing the contract, she did her first commercial. She explained that she had many types of security, from her guns to her armour to her diapers, which kept her happy and her skin soft and healthy. 
    It caused quite the stir for a few days. 
    She settled, happily enough, for the most part, into her new situation.

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I’m seeing parallels here with “Chasing Emily”: protagonist is forced into a deal with a very well resourced adversary, but continues to follow her own agenda. Will Yayoi be able to use the resources provided through the deal in ways that Anna is unaware of?

If this story follows that path, I will certainly enjoy it; if not, everyone likes surprises in the fiction they read.

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  • InkuHime changed the title to Child's Play Chapter 5 (10/27/2023)

 

Chapter 5
I Come Prepared

    It always rained on Mort, but there were times when the rain came down hard enough that even those inured to the incessant precipitation noted it. It was a rain so hard it washed the streets of uptown clean, rushing through Suburbia and into Downtown. In Downtown, it was flooding out parts of the city, vast waves of water crashing through lower sections, washing away anything loose. That included the people. The water took it all out into the Cannibal sectors. 
    Not a pleasant fate. 
    Yayoi clung to a rusty railing, tucked against it, listening to the roar of water below her. She scanned the dark corners as she searched for her target.
    There was a Carrien about. One of the mutated creatures that roved the Cannibal sectors. Most were unintelligent monsters, possessing a pack mentality and a broad streak of viciousness. Lately, though, a more intelligent breed had been rising up in the places outside of Mort. Yayoi had heard that some had even joined SLA industries. 
    That might be true, but it had nothing to do with the beast she was hunting. It was working for Slap&Tickle, and it was trying to kill her.     
      She shifted about carefully, not trusting the rusted metal walkway to hold her weight if she made any sudden movements. The helmet of her Silverback armour contained a fully loaded sensor suite: IR, Low Light, UV, Sonar, and a lidar array. It should have given her the advantage, but the range was limited, and there was a lot of noise around her.
    That created blind spots in the sensor sweep her regular vision needed to fill.
    The flood was abating as the rain slowed and overtaxed pumping stations began diverting water. Yayoi dropped from the rusty metal walkway. Her turbine spun up to slow her fall, and Yayoi splashed down into knee-deep water, cold and dirty. It was an attention-drawing move… which was the point. 
    If she could not find her monster, she would bring the beast to her. 
    Her MAC knife slid smooth from its sheath at the small of her back. She crept forward, looking about the darkened corners, searching for her prey. There was some noise above her, people whose apartments were out of the floodwaters.
    People watching TV were unaware of what was happening beneath their feet, under their asses.
    A face-down body floated by, just another unlucky soul in a city where death was familiar enough. She stopped and watched him drift by, her attention apparently on the corpse. That was when the attack came, as she had suspected it might. 
    A sonar pulse pinged the Carrien's approach, letting her know it was creeping up behind her. She played dumb to that fact, waiting until it sprung. Then she spun about and dropped under its attack, raising her blade simultaneously to slash it across its ribs. 
    It was fast, though, and managed to lash out at her, catching her with a blow that sent her sprawling back into the water. The water rushed over her, and she was submerged and dazed. Then, before she could surface, something landed on her. Strong, skeletal fingers found her throat and began to squeeze. 
    Yayoi thrashed under the water, terrified for a moment, not thinking. She desperately tried to throw the thing from her, but she had no leverage, while it had plenty. She could feel the pressure on her throat growing as the armour began to fail. 
    There was something in her hand, the hilt of the knife. She had forgotten it in the panic. She was acting like an amateur. At least she had not let go of it. She lashed out with it, slashing and cutting until the fingers locked around her throat released their punishing grip. 
    She shot up, breaking the surface, dirty water streaming from her armour. Not far away, the Carrien stood, cut up but not out of the fight. It had just retreated to regroup and reassess the situation. Yayoi was doing the same, and she did not like how things might turn out. It was big, fast and deadly strong. It was not an easy fight if she played its game. 
    That she had no intention of doing. 
    She released her hold on her knife and went for one of her pistols. The Carrien sprung at her at that moment, as she had hoped. She aborted her attempt for the gun, instead kicking the knife up before it hit the water. She turned to her left, snatching the blade from the air, and laid the blade's edge along the Carrien's throat, cutting deep. 
    Not taking a chance that the wound was fatal, she continued her spin, leaping high, landing on the things back and riding it down into the water. As they fell, Yayoi was stabbing her blade into the thing’s back, trying to sever its spine and seeking organs. They hit the water, and the Carrien was the one forced under by her weight. 
    She stabbed it several more times, still thinking it struggling, then shifted her grip to its head. She pulled back the knife and cut down into the bloody water three times. When she stood, she held the Carrien's head in her hands. Its body was pulled along by the receding water, only to be caught in the doorway of a building. 
    That was when she became aware of the lights and the noise. 
    An aerodyne with Third Eye News logos was descending, the powerful spotlight trained on her as well as cameras. The aircraft hovered above the water, throwing what remained into small waves. A reporter jumped out and splashed towards her. So pumped on adrenaline and fear as she was, Yayoi almost kicked him. 
    As it was, she managed to control herself. 
    "Yayoi, Yayoi!" he called out as he approached. "We saw it all. Tell me, why were you after that Carrien," he demanded, sticking his microphone at her helmet. He came close to getting a knife in his gut for his troubles. 
    "It was working for Slap&Tickle," she said in a voice calmer than expected. Suddenly, the helmet she wore seemed too tight. She pulled it off, wanting to breathe, as bad as the air might be. Of course, that would look good for the cameras, but she did not care. "He was sent to kill me," she explained once her helmet was off. "I guess he failed." She was not trying to be funny, but that was how it would play. 
    The reported nodded and said, "I guess those diapers you are wearing got put to use," he joked. 
    "MoonieMan pants," she corrected, "and probably," Yayoi agreed, having no idea whether it was true or not, just that it was the thing to say.

   Anna often said the prospect of money made her 'juices flow'. It was not true; the pleasure she received from cash was not at all sexual. Still, she liked saying it. Things like, 'Those figures make my panties damp.' Had it been true, she might need to wear MoonieMan bedwetting pants herself. 
    Yayoi was pure gold. There was no other way to describe her. She watched again as Yayoi cut the head of the Carrien off, holding it up as the torso floated off. And not just any Advanced Carrien, but one with a name and a reputation: Grussle Prindost. Stupid name, of course, but what could one expect from a Carrien, advanced or otherwise? 
    Mr Prindost had a substantial bounty on his malformed skull and a lot of big names on his tail. That Yayoi took him down, and in such an image-friendly manner, was another plus for the girl. She had even got a call from G&P, asking if Yayoi might immediately sign an extended contract, though the original one was still five months from expiring. 
    She had said no, of course. Let them sweat and worry that Yayoi might sign with some other company. When the contract was up, they would pay big to keep Yayoi. 
    Anna laughed at the thought as she stood from her desk. That little girl would make many people rich, and most importantly, that included Anna herself.


    Yayoi left her armour in a jumble by her weapon safe. Exhausted, she could not be assed to put it away properly, not when she would have to take it to the shop. The reinforced neck seal would probably need to be replaced, and the water had fouled the turbines. 
    She peeled off her bedwetting pants and noted the large, yellow stain in the padding. It looked as if she had indeed made use of them. 
   It had been frightening.  
   Yayoi tossed the soiled garment into the waste can on her way to the shower. She was not particularly bothered by the loss of bladder control. That sometimes happens when one gets scared. And at least she did not have the get the smell of piss out of her armour.
    Just like she had told the reporters weeks ago. 

    After the shower, she sat on her bed, a towel wrapped around her, a Feelgood cigarette burning between her lips. She did not smoke too many of them, but at that moment, a little anti-depressant was what the ad execs ordered. 
    She finally stubbed the half-smoked cigarette out in an ashtray by her bed. She stood up, letting the towel fall from her body, and walked to the packages of MonnieMans that spilt from her closet amongst the Cummfie diapers. 
    A pair of fresh MoonieMans was soon wrapped around her hips and bottom. The padding pressed deliciously against her. She looked through the closets and found a short, knit, black dress in the back. She put it on, pulling it over her head and down her body. She looked good in it, always had. Of course, it showed--slightly--her padded bottom. It did not ruin the lines of the dress; it was the sort of thing she was being paid for. 
    She posed in front of the mirror and blew herself a kiss.
    Cute and deadly, she thought with a smile. A dream that would become a nightmare for the Skin Trade, she liked to think.
   From her weapon safe, Yayoi removed a shoulder holster from a pile of odds and ends and slipped it on. A BLA710M, a new weapon, a gift from G&P, went into the holster. 
    A beat-up leather jacket completed the night's outfit. She left the apartment, stopping to pull on ankle boots. It was out into the rain, looking for fun and maybe some trouble.

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Chapter 6
Maid of Bond Street

    Time, as it often did on Mort, passed, often with fear and violence. 
    Yayoi’s popularity increased, and the Skin Trade's numbers were down… a little. Young girls were not being grabbed as often for fear that they might end up being Yayoi. Still, young boys were helping to make up those numbers. The Skin Trade was fighting back and hanging on like some tenacious stain. 
    G&P was experiencing positive growth in their diaper divisions. Many parents had decided to keep their young children in diapers, figuring that if it was good enough for an operative like Yayoi, it was good enough for their kids. 
    And not that anyone would say it, it kept them from taking the time to potty train their kids. More time to watch TV and stay intoxicated.
   And G&P was even more pleased that a new market had opened for diapers and pull-ons. Girls from about nine to sixteen had started wearing them.
   It had become fashionable. A few other demographics opened up, but none in such numbers as the aforementioned. 
    Yayoi felt like her fan base was increasing daily; at least, that was the impression Anna gave her. And there was a lot of contact from fans, often in short video clips, because few people could write.
    Children in diapers identified with her in a way they did not with other operatives. Being treated like she was just another toddler by a toddler was embarrassing when it happened. According to many, it was ‘cute as anything’, and G&P loved it when it was captured on camera.
  Then there were her older female fans. Yayoi figured that two out of ten women had their maternal instincts fired up by her. Some of them would dearly love to care for her. Whether in video clips or in person, they made it clear they wanted to check and change her. 
   Many adult male fans looked at her like a faux-forbidden sex object. It was creepy and worrisome as Yayoi wondered if they would become customers of the Skin Trade.
    She hoped Station Analysis was keeping a watch on those people.
    Beyond the fans were many other bits of weirdness. 
    A new cartoon was showing up on the Vids: The Adventures of Yayoi. Pure tripe really, and not anyway true to life. In the cartoon, Yayoi was a little girl who had the power to transform into an adult who could fight against the enemies of SLA. 
    Yayoi was disgusted by it. A child in an adult's body? And a very sexy adult body as well. That was the sort of crap she was trying to fight against. There was not much she could do about it. Anna had sprung that contract on her as a bit of a surprise. At least she could ensure there would be no second season.
    And amid all of that, other changes were happening.
    The biggest one was that she was moving. Not that she wanted to move. But as much as she had argued against it, forces greater than she had rolled forward. 
    "You have to move," Anna told her for the umpteenth time. "This place is all wrong for you now." 
    "I like this place," Yayoi replied, slightly peeved, as men from the moving company continued to pack up her life in plastic boxes. 
    "Your new place has two bedrooms, a proper living room, a full bath, a kitchen, a better location, and great security. And you are getting it quite cheap. A little gift from G&P." 
    "I have no need for all that," Yayoi told her. She did not want to move, especially without it being her choice. 
    "Well, that's the thing. You sort of do need that." Anna actually looked a little embarrassed. 
    "What do you mean?" Yayoi demanded, sure that she would not be happy with whatever Anna was about to say. 
    Anna drew Yayoi off into a corner where they could have a little privacy. "Do you remember when I told you I'd hire you an assistant, someone to handle the fan contact and stuff like that?" 
    "Yes?" Yayoi said, wondering where it was going. 
    "Well, I went to Fridays Staffing; you know, they provide specialist assistants, all around Girl Fridays as they call them?” 
    Yayoi did not know, but the name sounded familiar, so she nodded. 
    "I made a deal with them. Fridays puts one of their people at your disposal, you mention them in some of those upcoming interviews you are doing, they put their logo on all replies they send out for your correspondence, that kind of thing." 
    "Sounds fair. So what is the problem?" 
    "Well, Fridays will provide any sort of assistance. You need a maid who can kill, take care of your plants, drive your car, clean your guns and fuck you when you are feeling horny? They can do that. Any skill set, they swear they can give it to you, perfect assistants."
    "What does this have to do with this assistant they are sending to help me?" 
    "Your assistant is also going to be," Anna paused, "your nanny." 
    "Excuse me?" she asked disbelievingly. 
    "That was my take on it when they told me. The bastards got that one by me. You have to respect them, though." 
    "What do you mean?!" she hissed. 
    "Well, just a secretary is nothing. Who is going to pay attention to that? But a nanny," she paused, "that is something that will make people sit up and take notice. I wish I had thought of it. I would have gotten a lot more out of them." She shook her head. "I hate being outmanoeuvred like that." 
    "No," Yayoi said. "I do not want someone living with me," she paused, shook her head, and whispered, "taking care of me like I really am a child. I don't need it, and I don't want it." 
    "We already signed the contract, remember?" 
    "Break it!" 
    Anna actually looked shocked at that. "We can't break a contract. It is immoral, and more importantly, they'd sue us." 
    "I don't care." Yayoi turned as if to walk away. 
    Anna grabbed Yayoi's shoulder and pulled her about to face her. Anna probably knew that she was taking a chance. Operatives were not often the most stable bunch, and more than one agent had ended up dead at the hands of their meal ticket. It appeared sometimes, they had to take a chance if they wanted to big creds. 
    Yayoi stared at Anna, not sure what to do. Punching the agent full in the face seemed a good place to start. Then, once Anna was on the floor, switching to kicks. She decided to hold off on that for the moment. Just in case, Anna had a good reason for wanting a beating.
    "You get sued, you lose. They will end up owning you. It is that simple. This contract, like all the others, ends in three months. Then we make the deals you want." 
    The moment of anger was gone. First surprised out of her when Anna grabbed her. And then kept at bay by cold facts. Yayoi wanted to challenge what Anna said, but the words would not come. She knew it was true. In SLA Industries, contracts were near holy in the respect in which they were held. For an operative, breaking one was usually a bad idea. She told herself three months was not very long, though she thought it might be the longest three months she would know. 
    "You are right," Yayoi said. "I don't like it, but you are right." 
    "Good. That is talking sense. Now, you are going to have a live-in servant, which means you'll need the extra room, so we might as well go to your new apartment." 
    Yayoi sighed loudly and nodded. "Fine, lead the way."

    The new apartment was farther up in Uptown, closer to Mort Central, and therefore more expensive. It was not the kind of place that Yayoi would have chosen on her own; the building, tenants, employees, and apartment itself were a little too ostentatious for her tastes. Along with all the rooms Anna had mentioned, it also had a glass balcony full of plants. That was a luxury and a step up from the tiny garden box she had in the old apartment. 
    Yayoi stayed out of the way as the movers efficiently carried the boxes in. The strange men and women entering and leaving the new apartment made her uneasy. It was a security risk. The company was bonded, each mover wore an ID, and armed guards were on watch.
   It should be safe, but Yayoi was not about to get complacent.
   Each box had been labelled with its location when packed. The movers placed them in the same kind of room they had come out of. In the larger apartment, her possessions seemed to be few.
    The couriers specializing in moving weapons arrived right before the movers were done, carrying the secure cases that held Yayoi’s weapons, armour, and other valuable gear.
   Soon, everyone left, and only Yayoi and Anna remained. As Yayoi locked the door, Anna opened the sliding doors to the balcony and stepped out. "It is a crappy view," she said. "Still, it is a view." 
    Yayoi took a small knife from her pocket and cut open the seal tape on one of the boxes as she unpacked. As everything was already sorted into rooms, it took Yayoi only a short time to get things in place. Most everything was simply transferred from box to drawer or shelf. She had to think about where to place a few things, mementoes and the like.
    Anna had come off the balcony and dropped down on the couch. In the old apartment, the furniture had 'fit'. Now, that couch seemed too small and too dingy for the room. 
   Yayoi completed about half of her unpacking, breaking down the plastic boxes and piling them by the door as she went.
   "I want to go out," Yayoi said, grown tired of unpacking. She still had some to do but wanted a break.
   "You can't go out; you need to meet your new assistant."
   "I don't need to."
   "Honestly, Yayoi, stop acting like a baby."
   Yayoi made a rude noise.
   "You and this assistant will live and work together for three months. Get along with them."
    Yayoi did not answer but went into her room and opened the courier boxes to get at her weapons.
   Not long afterwards, the security buzzer sounded. When Yayoi exited the room, she saw Anna taking the phone by the door. After a few words, Anna pressed a button to buzz the visitor in. 
    "That's her," Anna said. 
    "I guessed," Yayoi told her tartly. 
    A minute or so later, there was a knock at the door. Anna checked the monitor and opened the door, letting in a young woman. The woman looked like she could be in her young twenties. But as Yayoi’s appearance proved, apparent age meant little on Mort (if you had money). The young woman wore her blonde hair cut in a bob, and her eyes were a light brown. She was dressed sensibly in slacks, a blouse, and a raincoat. 
    She left her shoes by the door and walked over to Yayoi. "Miss Yamamoto, I am Justine LaVeau from Fridays Staffing." 
    "So I guessed," Yayoi told her, looking the woman over. She seemed pleasant enough. 
    "I am to be your personal assistant and your nanny." 
    "I have been told," Yayoi said, shooting an angry look at Anna. 
    "Good. Let's get some things clear." 
    "What?" Yayoi was a little surprised by the tone of Justine’s voice. 
    "I am aware that you are a trained and very competent operative. In fact, I'm sure you could kill me without a problem if you so chose." 
    Yayoi did not say anything to that. Doing violence to the woman had never really occurred to her. 
    “Trust me,” Justine continued, “I understand that, and when you leave this apartment, of course, you are completely in charge, but when you are inside of it, I am the authority figure." 
    "It is my apartment," Yayoi told her, a slight edge to her tone. 
    "Actually, it is not. It is being rented to you by the Department of Housing, as all housing is. Furthermore, G&P covers ninety percent of the cost. You can't really say that it is your apartment, strictly speaking." 
    Yayoi was surprised by such an answer and could say nothing to it except, "I suppose." 
    "We are in a child-caregiver relationship, and you are the child. There can only be one authority figure in such an arrangement, which will be me. You do understand that, correct?" 
    Yayoi had to really think about it before she could answer. "Yes, I do." Answering that way embarrassed her and made her angry in equal parts. "Do you understand that in three months, this is over?" 
    "Of course," Justine said, nodding. "Until that time, I plan to do my job as well as I am able. Both as your assistant and as your nanny." 
    Yayoi relaxed slightly at that answer. She had worried that Justine was one of those people who might take enjoyment in embarrassing and belittling her. That it was just a job to Justine made Yayoi feel better about it all. Well, a little better. She still did not like it but would have to accept it for a while.
    "Well, I think I'll be going," Anna said as she opened the door. It looked like the agent was making her escape. "Take care, Yayoi, see you tomorrow.” She closed the door behind her. 
    "Do you have any luggage?" Yayoi asked Justine. She was trying to act like a good host, polite and mature. 
    "You need not worry about that. It will be delivered soon. Are you planning on going out soon?" 
    Yayoi had told Anna she wanted to, but she just wanted to avoid this meeting. And as that was no longer the case, she answered, "Well, no, not really. I was just going to finish unpacking. And there is some research I want to do." 
    "Well, we better get you into a diaper then." 
    "Excuse me?" Yayoi asked. 
    "As your assistant and nanny, I have made myself familiar with your contact with G&P. As you are in your apartment for the night, you must wear one of the Cummfie diapers." 
   "Well, yes, that is true, but..” Yayoi had worn the diapers, but usually just before bed.
   "You signed a contract, Miss Yamamoto. If you are not currently wearing your diapers, you are in violation of that contract. As your assistant, I do not want you to jeopardize that contract. As your nanny, I need to have my diaper-wearing charge in her diapers."
   "But..."
   "There are no buts. You will wear your diapers." Justine looked down at Yayoi, unflinching.
   Yayoi sighed, having to admit defeat. "You're right."
    "Yes. I am." She took Yayoi's hand and started to lead her towards the bedroom. "Let's get you into your diapers." 
    "I can take care of that myself," Yayoi protested weakly. She could have easily broken the hold Justine had on her. She would not even have had to hurt her to do it. However, Justine was so matter-of-fact about it, and Yayoi could not argue against the woman who was her new nanny.
    "I'm sure you can, but it is part of my job, so I'll do it." 
     Yayoi allowed Justine to lead her into the bedroom and sit her on the bed. She did not feel she could protest, and when fighting was not possible, often retreat was the only option. However, she could not run away from her home (which the new apartment was until the Department of Housing said otherwise).
   Resigning herself to it, Yayoi said, "All the diapers and stuff are in those boxes over there." 
    "Thank you," Justine said. In a matter of moments, she had everything she needed and returned to the bed. Justine put the supplies down and then quickly removed Yayoi's pants. She placed the clothes aside before pulling the MoonieMan off Yayoi in one quick, practised movement. 
    She tossed the absorbent undergarment into a trashcan. 
    "Lay back and lift your hips," Justine instructed. 
    Yayoi did so, cheeks hot, and Justine slipped the diaper under her bottom. A little skin cream, a little powder, and then Justine taped the diaper snugly around Yayoi. "There we go," she said before stepping away from Yayoi to look through some of the other boxes. 
    Yayoi found herself impressed at how quickly Justine had gotten her diapered. A little embarrassed, she said. ”You did that so well. I’ve never been able to get diapers on quite right.”
    Not looking back, Justine told her, ”I am a Fridays Staffing Nanny. I could diaper a Stormer if it were required."
    Yayoi laughed at the image of Justine diapering one of the monstrous, biogenic soldiers.
    Justine had found what she was looking for and pulled some clothing out of a box. She turned back to Yayoi. "At Fridays, we strive to meet any reasonable need, and for enough money, the unreasonable can become reasonable." She was holding a pair of walking shorts in her hand. "Step into these, please." She held the shorts out.
    Yayoi did as requested, and the shorts quickly slid up Yayoi's legs and over the diaper. "All done," Justine said as she buttoned them.
    "Thank you," Yayoi said. What else was she going to say? The woman had just diapered her. It set the power dynamic.
    "Is there anything else you need?" Justine stood by the door, looking calm and professional.
    Yayoi stood by her bed in shorts, poofed out by the diaper under them. She shook her head. "No, I'm just going to finish the unpacking." 
    Justine nodded. "I expect my things will arrive soon, so I'll also be unpacking. If you'll excuse me, I am going to take a look at your correspondence and get to work on answering it." She left the room. 
    Yayoi stood there for a moment. The woman was probably not going to be so bad. It was a little weird to have a nanny as only small children had nannies. She was not a child but an adult who sometimes played a role.
    But maybe you could not play a role without becoming it? 
    No, she thought and put that thought from her head with a shake. Yayoi turned her attention to unpacking, focusing on where things had to go on objects place in the world and not her own. 
    Her bedroom had a weapons vault. An armoured door next to the closet led into a small room where some shelves were already filled with more gifts from G&P.
    Yayoi filled more shelves and racks as she opened up the security boxes to remove her own weapons and her armour. She placed everything with care, taking advantage of the extra space to sort things in a manner of her pleasing.
    During that task, she heard the door buzzer and Justine talking to someone. A muffled conversation she could not understand.
   Yayoi supposed her nanny's stuff had arrived. Thinking of Justine as her nanny, not her assistant? "I'm not a little girl," Yayoi said as she took her Fen 603 and slapped a loaded magazine into it.
   The pistol slipped into the back of her shorts, between the cloth and the padding of her diaper. She crossed her room, cat-like quiet, and locked her door.
    Sure, it was probably just the delivery people coming with Justine's stuff, but an intelligent operative did not take chances.
   The vault was tied into the apartment's security system. From within, Yayoi could access cameras, security shutters, and locks. She supposed it meant the vault could function as something of a panic room. Yayoi flipped between cameras, watching the progress of the delivery people.
   As she continued to unpack her weapons, she saw the movers carry in several boxes and a few pieces of furniture. They staged it, first to the lobby, then to the elevator, then to Yayoi’s floor, placing them outside the door.
    All was done to ensure nothing was left unwatched on the sticky finger streets, Mort.
   When the delivery people asked Justine to open the apartment door, Yayoi was ready for violence. If things went sour, she would lock the vault door and put on her armour.
    However, the men and women in delivery uniforms came in and placed everything just inside the door and then had Justine confirm the delivery.
   As they left and she watched Justine lock the door, Yayoi almost felt silly for her paranoia. Almost.
   Yayoi had gotten the weapons vault laid out like she wanted and was looking at the empty spaces on the shelves, wondering what to fill them with, when she heard the rattle of her doorknob. Justine was trying to enter, turning the locked knob and getting nowhere. 
   A knock on the door. "Yayoi, are you hungry?”
   “Hungry?” Yayoi called as she exited the vault.
   “I am going to make you dinner.”
   Someone was going to make her dinner? That was new. She locked the vault and opened the room door. “I could eat.”
   “Is there anything you’d like?”
   “I’m okay with anything.”
   “That’s good. No one likes a picky eater.”
   Yayoi felt embarrassment and maybe a touch of pride at the implied compliment. It was a confusing mix of emotions.
    She turned back to her room, thinking about what to unpack next.
    “What’s that in the back of your pants?” Justine asked.
    Yayoi turned her head to look at Justine. “What?”
    “There’s a bulge there. It does not smell like you had an accident. Is it a weapon?”
    It was embarrassing that someone would consider a bulge in her pants to be signs that she had pooped her diaper. “It’s a gun,” she said quickly, suddenly desperate to reclaim something.
   "You don't need to be armed around me." 
   "I just prefer to be armed when someone else is around."
    Justine nodded. "No worse than a security blanket, I suppose."
    Yayoi felt a little insulted that her pistol was being likened to an anxious child's blankie or stuffie.
    "One thing," Justine continued.
    "What?"
    "I would prefer that you do not lock your door."
    "Why?" Yayoi asked, feeling a little suspicious.
    "You don't get to lock your nanny out."
    "I'm not really a child. You can knock."
    "I suppose," Justine said and then left, closing the door behind her. After a moment, Yayoi locked the door, feeling she needed to make a point.
    Something in Justine's tone made Yayoi think there was unsaid 'for now' in that 'I suppose'.
    Yayoi returned to unpacking, turning her attention to clothing next. She looked at the pile of panties, none of which she had worn in some time, and was struck by the uncomfortable thought she should just throw them away. "No," she said softly and made a point of packing all the undergarments neatly into a drawer. She was confident she would be wearing her big girl panties again.
    And there was nothing wrong with thinking of them as 'big girl panties', she told herself. 
   Soon after she finished arranging her lingerie drawer, Justine called out that the dinner was ready. Yayoi left her bedroom and entered the kitchen with a bit of trepidation. Yayoi was glad to note the lack of baby bottles and high chairs. She would not have put it past Justine.
    Justine put a plate in front of Yayoi, everything on it already cut up and then tied a bib around Yayoi's neck. 
    "I really do not need this," Yayoi said but did not try to stop Justine, knowing the woman would bring up the contract again. 
    "I don't like taking chances with my charges." 
    Yayoi frowned slightly but put up with it
    The plus side of it was that Justine could cook.
     The vat-grown meat was prepared in such a way that almost hid the chemical aftertaste. The far-from-fresh vegetables were delicious, minced and stir-fried with various seasonings.
    The excellent food and that Justine did not try to spoon-feed her would make it easier to put with the nanny.
    She was almost done eating when Justine got up from the table. She returned with several small jars, which she put in front of Yayoi.
    "What is this?" Yayoi asked.
   "Baby food."
    "Pardon?"
    "Miss Growlska sent me a message. The Yummy Tummy Baby Food company wants to talk sponsorship deals. She wants to see if you are willing to eat this."
    Yayoi looked at the clear jars filled with strangely coloured paste. "I'd rather not."
    "We all have to do things we don't want."
   Yayoi grumbled but opened each jar and ate a few spoonfuls of each.
   “It all tastes bad," Yayoi said around a mouthful of something red, "it has a gross texture, and I just want to spit it out."
    "I will tell Miss Growlska," Justine said as she took a damp cloth and wiped Yayoi's mouth and chin, not that Yayoi needed it. Well, maybe some of the gross baby food had not stayed in her mouth. Who could blame her?
    The meal finished; Justine put the dishes into the washer and wiped the table clean. She removed Yayoi's bib.
    When Yayoi stood up from the table, Justine asked, "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
    "I don't need your help with that!" Yayoi protested. 
    "If a person in my care wears diapers, I assist them in the bathroom, just in case. That is my policy." 
    "I'd like you to make an exception this time." 
    She shook her head. "I don't make exceptions. Why should it matter? I've seen all there is to see." 
    "It is a private thing," Yayoi felt her cheeks grow warm. "I'd be embarrassed." 
    "Don't be silly," Justine said as she took Yayoi's hand. "There is no need for you to be embarrassed. It is just a natural thing," she explained as she tugged Yayoi towards the bathroom. 
    Yayoi was thinking about how to protest when they entered the bathroom. Her arguments died on her lips because of what she saw. It was not a big bathroom, but it was the first one she had been in that had an actual bathtub, and it was very well-appointed. 
    Justine did not seem surprised by the luxury and quickly unbuttoned Yayoi's shorts, letting them drop around her ankles. 
    Yayoi was suddenly brought back to the present. "I can take care of this myself," she said. The last try. 
    "I know. But I won't let you." Justine ripped the tabs away from the plastic and pulled the diaper away. Yayoi almost grabbed it but realized that trying to keep her diaper on was... As she was trying to work out what it was, Justine gently pushed Yayoi down to sit on the toilet. 
    Justine turned her back to give Yayoi a little privacy, gathered up the used (not used, Yayoi thought, but worn) diaper, and tossed it into a trashcan. She left then, so Yayoi was alone in the bathroom. Taking advantage of that, Yayoi took care of her business. Justine returned just at the end, an armload of diapers with her. She put them into a closet by the door, then returned to Yayoi's side. 
    "Let's clean you up," Justine said, pressing the button that activated the bidet. A warm jet of water sprayed up, cleaning the area between Yayoi's legs and bottom. Justine had Yayoi stand up and finished cleaning her off with a baby wipe. Yayoi blushed at the treatment. 
    Another diaper was soon wrapped around Yayoi, and the shorts once more on. Justine lightly patted her padded bottom. "Go and do what you need to. I have gotten a good start on your correspondence, but there is still much to do. If you need to go to the bathroom again or need a change, let me know.” 
    Yayoi nodded and did not say that she would not need a change.
    She was glad that Justine would be doing the assistant part of her job and not being her nanny, if at least for a short time. 
    The next day, Justine sent Yayoi out of the house, freshly bathed and with a clean MoonieMan under her armour. As Yayoi climbed onto her bike, she put her nanny from her mind. She had some hunting to do and some new weapons to try out.

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Chapter 7
A Dedicated Follower of Fashion

    They crowded around Yayoi, calling for her, pressing close about her. They were her fans, apparently, desperate to get close to her. She had just shut down a small Puppy Talk distribution centre, and news had gotten out.
    The Shivers were cleaning up the scene, bringing out the few prisoners and the lucky ex-slaves. The many dead within were going to have to wait for the coroners to come. 
    Yayoi wanted to move away from the people fast, but she might have hurt someone if she did that. Some operatives were okay with doing such things, but it was not Yayoi's style. She put up with the people around her, and she signed the various things shoved towards her. She had mastered a few simple pictures to add to her autograph since so few people could read.
    A small boy patted her behind, obviously wanting to know if she was wearing a MoonieMan. Had it been an adult, she might have broken some bones. Instead, she smiled down at him, "Some ladies don't like that sort of thing, kiddo," she told him with a good-natured smile.
    “But you’re just a big baby,” he said with a cheeky smile.
    Before Yayoi could answer that, someone handed her a diaper to sign. She did so. A young woman, probably about nineteen, moved in front of Yayoi, pulling up her skirt to show the MoonieMan she wore. "I'm your biggest fan," she said to Yayoi. "I want to be just like you. Sign my security panties," she said happily.
    Security panties, Yayoi thought. She supposed that was what some people were calling them now. Careful not to let her professional smile fail her, she knelt down and signed the front of the MoonieMan. She then stood up and moved through the rest of the crowd quickly, safely, hopefully making it look like she was not ignoring them as she ignored them. As she neared her bike, a pair of Shivers moved forward to offer a little crowd control. 
    Glad for the respite, she straddled her SCAF and drove away, waving once to the crowd behind her. 
    Things were just becoming crazy. What was making people take such an interest in her? What she wore under her clothing?
    Some distance away, she let the bike roll to a stop and took the time to review her investigation notes. Puppy Talk would be hurting for a while, but Slap&Tickle and Delicacy would just move in to pick up the slack. She was going to have to come up with a way to damage them all at once. She needed to create holes that could not be filled. Far easier said than done, of course. 
    Her focus on the notes was broken when her com beeped. After checking the identity, she answered it. “Yes, Anna?" 
    “Hey Yayoi, caught you on Third Eye News. You’re looking good.”
    “I’m not sure I would say good.”
    “And that’s why you need me.” A Laugh. “Listen, I have some new, possible sponsors who want to meet you." 
    "I'm not really interested," Yayoi said offhand. She had a lot of other things to think of. And for all she knew, it was that baby food company.
    "Don't be stupid," Anna chided with a tone a little less playful. "You have to be interested. That is just the way things are." 
    "Anna, I don't want any more sponsors," Yayoi explained in an exasperated tone. “It’s already feeling a bit too much."
    "Listen here," Anna said, her tone taking on a harder edge. "You are an SLA Operative, which means protecting the World of Progress. There is a company that is part of the World of Progress that wants your help. You will give it." 
    Yayoi winced slightly at the tone and the message. There was a threat, and it played on Yayoi’s underlying fears. Anna obviously knew that, and it felt unfair. "I understand," she said, unable to avoid the sulky tone in her voice. 
    “Good. I'm sending you the address, be there in twenty minutes."

    Yayoi enjoyed the look of consternation on Anna's face. Since Anna had told her to show up in twenty minutes, Yayoi had done that. She presented herself dressed in armour that still had some blood splatters on it.
    "You could have taken the time to change or at least put your weapons elsewhere." 
    "You said to hurry," Yayoi told her as she removed her helmet. 
    Anna shook her head after a moment and might have muttered 'damn operatives'.
    The place where she had come was the main office of a place called Garion Fashions.
    “Garion Fashions? Aren’t they all sexy clothing and stuff? I mean, I would be okay with that.”
     “Dream on Yayoi. No sexy panties from GF for you.”
     Yayoi frowned at that and supposed that was Anna getting back at her for the armour and arms.
   "Come on then. Let's meet the clients.” Anna turned and walked towards the office building's secure entrance. 
    Yayoi followed her, looking about the richly appointed lobby. The guards there took note of her, but she had her SLA Industries badge on display, so they let her pass. She knew they were watching her, however. 
    Anna walked past the reception desk and made straight for the elevator. No one tried to stop them. The elevator doors opened as they approached, and Yayoi and Anna entered. There were no buttons or other controls in the elevator--an aesthetic popular in some places. It screamed, ‘It does not matter where you think you need to go; that’s a decision we’ll make for you.’ 
    The elevator rose some unknown height before the doors opened, allowing them to enter a small, well-appointed reception area. A woman dressed in a smart, plumb-coloured, three-piece suit met them. "Miss Growlska, Miss Yamamoto, please come with me." She turned and led the two women into a nearby conference room. 
    Inside the room were two men and two women. One of the men looked middle-aged, balding and a little fat; the other man was younger, with long red hair. The women were identical, tall, thin, with Asian features. 
    The woman who had led them into the conference room Introduced herself. "I am Gwendolyn; I'm heading up a new youth line that GF is introducing.” 
    The words ‘youth line’ set off a few alarms for Yayoi, and she suspected she would not like what she heard. 
    "Please, have a seat, and I'll introduce you to the rest of our team." 
    Anna walked over to the table and took a seat. Yayoi stood where she was for a moment before she followed Anna's lead. A pause while she worried about getting bloodstains on the chair before she sat. If they invite operatives to the place, they had better be ready to deal with bloodstains.
    Gwendolyn took a seat at the head of the table. "I'm glad you could come," she said to Yayoi. "I'd like to introduce you to Mr Karl Jung, from finance." She indicated the older man. "That is Mr Tood Rine, he is with marketing. Miss Yeefo and Miss Mio Chen are our designers." 
    Anna and Yayoi politely acknowledged each of them. 
    "I'll get right down to Business, Miss Yamamoto,” Gwendolyn said. “We plan on marketing a clothing line for children, from newborn to about eight, maybe a little older. It will be called Checkers and Patches, and we want to sponsor you." 
    Yayoi said nothing for a moment, then asked, "And this would entail me wearing these clothes?" 
    "Of course, what else?" Tood said. "You would work great with them. We figure we can get about thirty percent market penetration in the first year, with you acting as model and spokeswoman." 
    "I'm not interested," Yayoi told them. Yayoi thought she had been more than fair in meeting with these people, and no one could fault her for saying no at this point.
    The people around the table looked a little surprised, perhaps a little uncomfortable at that. Anna rolled her eyes as if she had been expecting it. 
    Gwendolyn was the first to speak. "We could be quite generous in this."
    "I'm sure you could, but I don't feel like dressing like a child," Yayoi stated flatly. Of course, some of her clothing already came from youth lines just because of her size, but she felt that what Gwendolyn was offering would be more infantile.
    "And the diapers you wear are not dressing in the fashion of a child?" Yeefo asked in an arch tone. 
    Yayoi scowled. "That is that, and this is this." 
    "To be truthful, I think the clothes we will design would suit you better," Mio said in a tone that matched her twin. "Your body is that of a child. By your own choice, as I understand." 
    "And yet I am an adult, no matter how I might look. I like my clothing to remind everyone of that." Yayoi kept her tone even and hoped her anger was not showing through. 
    "I'm sure that we can work something out," Anna said, obviously trying to get things back on track or maybe just to keep a fight from breaking out. 
    "Hey, it's just clothes, right," Tood said. That earned him angry stares from Yayoi, Gwenfolyn, Yeefo and Mio. 
    "I'm not going to parade around in rompers and short dresses just to make you a lot of money!" She stood up suddenly, knocking her chair over. "I'm getting tired of being turned into,” she paused and considered what she was trying to say, “this City's darling little girl. No more. Find someone else to play this game." She knew she was a little unfair to those people. It was not like they could understand her feelings.
    But she was being turned into something, and it was not what she wanted.
    Everyone was quiet, shocked, except for Anna, who looked bored. Yayoi wondered if she was not the first Operative to refuse a deal like this. And if so, why did she look bored?
    Gwendolyn was frowning as if she realized things would not go as she had hoped. 
    From where he sat, Karl diffused the tension by snapping open his lighter and putting a flame to a Feel Good Cigarette. ”That's too bad," he drawled.
    Everyone turned to look at him, even Yayoi.
    He leaned back in his chair, the only person in the room who looked at ease. "Lot of people thought we had a winner here. Even Mr Slayer picked up ten percent of our stock when news got out that you were going to be helping us." 
    "Mr Slayer?" Yayoi asked, her throat suddenly dry. 
    "I'm sure he'll understand. It's just money, right?" 
    Yayoi knew it was not just money and was reasonably sure Mr Slayer would not understand. He was not the understanding sort. She considered the possibility that Karl might be lying but decided that she did not want to take the chance. 
     She picked up her seat, put it right, and sat down. She could not help but feel like a naughty girl having to pick things up after a tantrum.
    Yayoi wished she was wearing her helmet.
    "Tell me what you are planning." A little bit of herself hated that she asked that, and a little bit was relieved. Being angry and upset was tiring, constantly worrying that she might be making a mistake in not agreeing to something. The choice was taken out of her hands, she thought.
    Gwendolyn smiled graciously as she stood up. "Well, the fashions for the older children should fit you as they are. The toddler and baby clothing will, of course, have to be made custom to fit you." She looked at Anna. "Can we get space on her armour?" 
    "No," Anna told them. 
    Gwendolyn made a clicking sound with her tongue but nodded. "Okay. We give her a supply of clothes, all types. Anytime she is seen wearing them, and there is any sort of coverage on it, we pay her one hundred credits. If she mentions wearing them in interviews, we pay twenty-five credits." 
    "Two hundred for public coverage.” Anna countered. 
    “Major networks only. No piddly little mom-and-pop outfits.”
    “Agreed, but twenty-five credits for any of the top one hundred piddly little places.”
    "That is acceptable," Karl said before any further bargaining could take place. 
    "This contract ends with all the others," Yayoi stated. 
    "Yes, that is how we are doing things right now," Anna agreed.
    "That is a bit inconvenient," Tood said. 
    "That is the way things are," Anna said.
    Yeefo and Mio had stood and walked to stand by Yayoi. "Come with us. We'll take some measurements, and you can try on some clothing," Mio told her. 
    "You will look very pretty," Yeefo added. 
    "We will make sure of it," both sisters said in unison.
    Yayoi got to her feet and followed after the two women. She felt like a doll that the women were going to play with.
    Behind her, Anna was working out the deal that would have Yayoi dressing in a very juvenile manner for the next two and a half months.


    Justine usually presented herself in a very professional manner. Frivolous was not a word Yayoi would use to describe her. However, it was apparent her assistant was having some difficulty maintaining that demeanour.
    Yayoi was wearing what she could only think of as an adorable set of bibbed, pink overalls with a kitten on the bib just for that extra little twist. The white blouse she wore was trimmed with delicate lace around the collar and the cuffs.
   Justine finally failed to hide her smile. "You look like a doll." 
    Yayoi sighed heavily as she entered the apartment, followed by several men and women carrying garment bags, boxes, and other containers. They began to pile things up near the front door.
     "Careful with that," Yayoi told the man carrying the case that held her armour and weapons.
    "I take it that this is all clothing?" Justine was looking at the growing pile.
    “Yes." Yayoi nodded. "Most of it not quite as bad as this," she said, indicating the outfit she wore, brushing her fingers along the inside of the legs to show the snaps there. "Some of it worse." 
    "I suppose this is why you have a magazine shoot tomorrow?” 
    Yayoi dropped onto the new couch. "Two crazy women are going to dress me up like a baby for a six-page article on the launch of Garion Fashion's Checker and Patches line." 
    The delivery people finished their work and left. Yayoi and Justine were alone in the apartment. Justine locked the door behind them so Yayoi did not have to get up.
    "It does make sense.” Justine sat beside Yayoi and reached up to straighten the bow in the smaller woman's hair. "You are a good model for this sort of thing." 
    "That's what they said." 
    Justine brushed her fingers across the shoulder strap of the coveralls. "Is this Animattire?" she asked, sounding as if she did not quite believe it. 
    Yayoi nodded. "Checkers and Patches clothing line is to feature extensive use of Animattire. That amazing, living cloth that will not get dirty and will repair itself.” She was quoting verbatim from the meeting earlier that day. "It will grow a bit, so your children do not outgrow things too fast." 
    Justine leaned in close to Yayoi. "It smells like talcum powder." 
    "A proper scent for little girls," Yayoi said, doing what she thought was a passable imitation of Yeefo. "Almost all Checker and Patches clothing will smell like talc, to a greater or lesser extent. Of course, the boys get it to a lesser extent." 
    "That's too bad. As I recall from my girlhood, most boys need it more." 
    Yayoi laughed at that, finally smiling. "I suppose you're right." 
    "So, are you staying in?" Justine asked her attention seemingly on the outfit's leg snaps. It was like she wanted to test them out. 
    "No. I have to get back out and check on some leads." 
    "I'll help you get undressed," Justine said. 
    Yayoi sighed and nodded. "I thought you would.”
    She had grown used to Justine helping her with everything a small child might need help with. Dressing, toileting, bathing and eating. Maybe she even liked some of it, just a little. It was nice to be fussed over every now and then.
    And Justine treated her like a person, albeit a very young one, instead of like an object, as Yeefo and Mio had.
     Once the clothing was off and the pull-up declared still dry, Justine left Yayoi on her own to get into her armour and weapons.
     Someone at Garion Fashions had cleaned the blood splatters off the Silverback. Yayoi ran the diagnostics and examined the surface for any damage. Once she was satisfied, she suited up.
     From her weapon’s vault, she took enough ammunition to reload all her weapons and magazines. With every round she clicked into place, Yayoi quietly cursed the bullet tax. The sponsorship money helped a lot, but she still resented the extra cost.
    “Yayoi, can I see you for a moment?” Justine called as Yayoi was leaving.
    “What is it?” Yayoi asked.
    Justine’s room was sparsely furnished, with prefab, flatpack furniture. There was little there that provided a clue to the woman’s personality. Yayoi was not really surprised. This was a temporary position for Justine. No reason for her to decorate the room to her taste.
     Justine was sitting at her plain desk, working on her computer. She looked over at Yayoi. “You got some messages today.”
     Yayoi nodded. “Different from what I usually get?”
    “Yes. These were SLC-locked. And they are all months old.”
    Yayoi was, of course, interested. “What? What came in?” She walked into Justine’s room.
    “Messages from a ‘rank redacted’ Trance.”
    “Theo?” Yayoi crossed the room in a single power armour-assisted stride, tearing the carpet as she did so. She looked at the screen.
     Justine shifted to the side. “What happened was that these messages were SLC locked higher than you had permission for. And the messages that told you that you did not have permission to see those messages were also SLC locked above your level.”
     “Wait? My SLC was too low for me to see messages telling me that my SLC was too low for me to see the other messages.”
      “Yes, but you got that big bump recently, and all of them arrived all together.”
      Yayoi looked at the message headers, but she asked, “How can you see these?”
      “My SLC is higher than yours.”
      “What? Why?”
      “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.”
      Yayoi was not sure if she liked the idea of Justine 'rocking her cradle' but did not overthink it. She told herself she was not jealous that Justine's SLC was higher. Instead, she read the messages.
     There were twenty-two of them. Eleven told her she had received a message that she did not have the SLC to see, and eleven were the actual messages.
     Justine let Yayoi have her chair (it creaked under her armoured weight and load out), and Yayoi looked at the messages.
     “So, who is Theo Trance?” Justine asked, standing just behind Yayoi.
     “Old boyfriend,” only boyfriend, “been fighting on the war worlds forever. I haven’t heard from him," she paused, "until now. And an old postcard.”
     “Postcard?”
     Yayoi found all the messages had been heavily redacted. So much so that all eleven were basically the same. They all said, ‘Fighting is REDACTED’, ‘Everything is fine', ‘I miss you’. She could not tell where they came from, and even the dates were redacted. Only the last message was slightly different with a ‘REDCATED might see you’.
    He might see her? When? How? Did that mean he was coming back to Mort? Or would he be able to arrange some kind of video call?
    “Fuck, Theo, after all this time.”
    Yayoi’s phone chimed with an alarm. She was already late. She looked up at Justine. “Is there any way I can reply to these?”
     Justine shook her head. “Not at your SLC. Whoever Theo Trance is, he is involved in some deep stuff.”
     Yayoi looked at the messages once more. Her phone chimed impatiently.
    “Damnit,” Yayoi jumped from the chair, which protested. “I would love it if we could see more of the redacted details, as long as it is legal.”
     “I’ll look into it,” Justine told her.
     “Thanks,” Yayoi said and nearly ran from the apartment.
     She did not need her mind full of questions about Theo, not now. Right now, she needed to be thinking about how she was going to shut down the Skin Trade.

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This is not like anything else I've read, inside or outside the ABDL fiction world. It was an interesting introduction to a genre that hasn't appeared on my radar. The action sequences and the tension in the writing are very well executed. 

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 Another excellent chapter! Justine is an interesting character.

It might be due to a rogue spellchecker, but you have “ascetic” (almost religious avoidance of luxury) where I think you mean “aesthetic” (style of beauty) in the description of the lift in the GF building.

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3 hours ago, Bluebird67 said:

 Another excellent chapter! Justine is an interesting character.

It might be due to a rogue spellchecker, but you have “ascetic” (almost religious avoidance of luxury) where I think you mean “aesthetic” (style of beauty) in the description of the lift in the GF building.

A rogue grammar checker in this case. Thanks for the feedback, fixed it. Glad you are enjoying it.

9 hours ago, Little Sherri said:

This is not like anything else I've read, inside or outside the ABDL fiction world. It was an interesting introduction to a genre that hasn't appeared on my radar. The action sequences and the tension in the writing are very well executed. 

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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  • InkuHime changed the title to Child's Play Chapter 8 (11/01/2023)

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?

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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.

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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."

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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

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On 10/23/2023 at 8:11 AM, Bluebird67 said:

 Being almost unknown leads to her adversaries underestimating her, to her great advantage.

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.

On 10/26/2023 at 4:16 AM, Bluebird67 said:

I’m seeing parallels here with “Chasing Emily”:

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.

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37 minutes ago, InkuHime said:

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.

Yes, their stories diverged from the point at which I made that comment. Having said that, they each reached a satisfying (to them and to the reader) resolution of their situation that reflected both their characters and their talents.

Congratulations on skilfully executing another great concept!

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On 10/31/2023 at 10:12 PM, D503 said:

Great stuff - didn't see the nanny coming!

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.

On 11/1/2023 at 9:05 PM, Jayme said:

Yayoi seems to have gotten a taste of something that could have mindfucked her into a helpless toy... Hopefully there are no permanent side effects of this meeting.

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.

On 11/4/2023 at 5:20 PM, dmavn said:

😭I’m not crying <sniff> your crying…

 

The tears are probably an allergic reaction. Nothing to worry about.

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