The Diaper Lover's Arcana Part 3 (Patreon)

Feeling the open air beneath her when the shadowy hands sipped themselves underneath her arms brought up a feeling of panic in Fuuka. It wasn’t seeing Yukari bound tightly in the seat on the floor of the strange room that did it. It wasn’t the sudden change in her own clothing either. Not even Mitsuru-Senpai’s aggressive approach and harsh glare set in that fear. It was the flight upwards as she was effortlessly lifted through the wavering, foreign nursery space.

Watching the puffy bottomed girl be plucked up by her nursery’s shadow hands meanwhile filled Mitsuru with deep satisfaction. It was that and the look of panic in her eyes paired with the way she struggled weakly against the grasping hands. It was one pure moment of helplessness out of Fuuka. Mitsuru wanted to see the girl who’d turned to thievery in her rejection of adulthood get what she deserved. She considered the Meta Nursery to be the perfect place to punish the normally shy Fuuka.

“Yamagishi, it’s sad to see that you, like Takeba, are such an infant. I'd like to know how infantile you are and how much you really deserve to be here.” Mitsuru said as stepped toward the elevated girl, eyeing the bulky diaper she’d worn in here.

“Mitsuru-senpai I-I didn’t, I mean, I-It’s not what it looks li—”

“Enough Yamagishi,” Mitsuru said, cutting the nervous girl off, “it’s not up for debate. I already know the truth and you’re not going to convince me that it’s any different.”

Her words were calm, her stance proper, but the rage behind her dark eyes left Fuuka shaking. Mitsuru’s intentions here were geared towards punishment, not rehabilitation, and her attitude indicated that she would not be satisfied with a simple tongue lashing of the two brats.

The redhead indicated something with her hands, a quick flash of non-verbal orders that directed the hands that held Fuuka. From the corner of her eye, she watched something descend, moving away from the mass of shadowy arms holding her only to return a moment later.

One of the sharp fingered shadow hands presented a glass bottle to her, sloshing with a liquid composed of swirling red and black. It was topped with a peaked rubber nipple, bulbous at the top.

The shape of the bottle enticed Fuuka: she loved to hold a bottle and suckle on their alluring teats. However, she was torn, the liquid inside looking like it wouldn’t have the satisfying filling sensation or wonderful sweetness of formula. In fact, the sinister liquid looked toxic to her eyes and Fuuka had a bad feeling its next destination would be her mouth.

She was proven right immediately, the ethereal hand popped the nipple of the bottle directly between her lips, finding a weakness in her tight-lipped refusal of the drink. Fuuka didn’t even have to suckle, through a complete rejection of physics the shadowy digits squeezed the bottle, spraying the tainted formula into her mouth.

Fuuka groaned, bothered by the bitter flavor coating her tongue and pouring down her throat. Her protests however were ignored by the uncaring formless darkness. Within moments she had downed the entire liter bottle due to their influence and her stomach was feeling uncomfortably full with the heavy, sloshing liquid.

The teal-haired girl groaned, feeling awkwardly full as the hands lowered her towards what she perceived as some new torment. A short leather bench awaited her and it was situated right in front of Yukari’s car seat. Its leather cushion pushed up into her stomach as the hands manipulated her body like a doll into a kneeling position leaving her diapered rump forced up by the strange bench.

Mitsuru enjoyed the view from behind Fuuka. She liked the way the shadow hands held the nervous girl to the bench, making sure her diapered rump was ready for punishment.

Yukari however did not really enjoy her view. Watching Fuuka's eyes dart back and forth in panic as she struggled against the grasping bonds that held her down proved to be a hard sight. The brunette’s initial expression was one of empathy because she knew what Fuuka was going through and was trying to reassure her through eye contact that she was not alone in this situation. It was unfortunate that a pacifier gag hid her sympathetic mouth curl that could fully convey her feelings. Instead, she had to rely on her eyes alone to convey support. She shifted her gaze up to the proper figure standing behind the nervous girl.

Mitsuru’s stance was frighteningly stiff, with her gaze falling on Fuuka’s raised behind as an emotionless blank slate. In her left-hand something caught the red glow that swirled around them, a shiny flat menace.

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT*

A whistling pierced the air as Mitsuru threw the object forward, swinging it with all her might toward Fuuka's raised bottom.

*THWACK*

A purple latex-covered paddle smacked the bulk in the back of Fuuka’s diaper straight on.

“AHHH!” Fuuka yelled, shocked by the sudden pain exploding in her behind. The protection of her diaper blocked a majority of the blow from reaching her bare bottom but it still left her gasping.

“S-Senpai?” she asked, visibly shaking in anticipation of the next blow.

“Yes, Yamagishi?” she asked, snapping back to her rigid stance behind the shivering baby.

“P-Please don’t spank me again…” Fuuka said, her voice verging on tears.

Yukari watched the scene with awe, cringing as the stern senpai delivered another hard smack.

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT* *THWACK*

Fuuka let out another soft yelp, feeling the paddle slip past the edges of her padded behind and allowing the latex-covered board to leave a stinging red mark on the top of her thigh. There was an attempt to say something but she was quickly silenced by Mitsuru who interrupted her with a tone harsher than before.

For the first time since entering the Meta Nursery Yukari actually saw Mitsuru's blank face change. For just a split second it became a mask of annoyed anger at the baby’s audacity to speak back to her.

“Quiet,” she barked, “the spankings stop when you tell Takeba what you did, why she’s here with you.”

Fuuka looked back in surprise at the order and she whipped her gaze around to look at Yukari, whose expression had turned quizzical. The teal-haired girl avoided the questioning gaze, shaking her head wildly as a rejection of her senpai’s offer. She wasn’t about to out herself like that.

Mitsuru brought down the paddle several more times, sending waves of blunt pain throughout her body.

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT* *THWACK*

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT* *THWACK*

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT* *THWACK*

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT* *THWACK*

Fuuka had picked up on the pattern of cringing from Yukari that indicated another strike was coming, leaving her room to anticipate the strikes. She tried to ready herself for each one but no amount of preparation made the swats to her bottom hurt any less and she found this added awareness to be a torment rather than a boon. Knowing it was coming made it so much worse.

“Senpai please stop!” she called, struggling hard against the shadow hands holding her to the spanking bench. It wasn’t just the ever-increasing pain in her backside that was bothering her, but also the pressure pushing against her bladder by the bench.

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT* *THWACK*

Another blow and Mitsuru repeated her previous offer. “Tell her and it’ll stop. Otherwise I’m prepared to punish you all afternoon.”

Fuuka remained obstinate, continuing to shake her head as the mounting urge to release her bladder was punctuated by the hard swats to her rear end. The shockwaves of solid blows shifted her body, causing the liquid that she’d been forced to drink earlier to displace uncomfortably in her body.

More blows from Mitsuru, bringing the paddle down swift and hard on Fuuka, attempting to break her silence and force her to reveal to Yukari the reason they’d both ended up here. With five swats in already, Mitsuru was surprised that the normally very meek girl actually held out for another ten swats to her padded rump. On swat number ten however, she started to stammer out something.

“I-I-I...” Fuuka started, her voice quiet and she kept her eyes tightly closed to avoid looking at Yukari directly. The embarrassment was too much for her: her reluctance to see the betrayal on her friend’s face was all that kept her from blurting out the words. The inescapable pressure of her bladder however was another matter as she felt it’d made its way to the point of no return because of the self-induced hypnosis treatments. One more strike would cause her to open the floodgates into her padding, something her senpai would have a perfect view of.

“What’s that Yamagishi?” Mitsuru asked, “Did you have something to say?”

“I s-stole you-your d-d-d—”

*FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEEETTTTTT* *THWACK*

Sensing the hesitation in Fuuka, Mitsuru grew impatient and decided to speed the process along with one last good swat to her rump. She hadn’t expected it to cause the loud hissing sound as an accident poured into Fuuka’s diaper.

“IstoleallyourdiapersformyselfbecauseIliketowearthem!” she yelled in a misguided attempt to halt the blow to her behind that’d already pulled away. She was too late: Fuuka had already started wetting herself.

The shy girl tensed as her body violently released, spilling an obscene amount of liquid into her diaper. The entire contents of the bottle had seemingly worked its way through her only to go in one end and out the other, forcing her previously crinkly clean padding to swell into a soaked saggy container of shame, fully displaying her helpless accident to the dominating presence behind her.

Mitsuru enjoyed the humiliation of the thief from behind, seeing her break down completely under the pressures of the spanking and wetting herself due to the shadow’s laced bottle. It was devious, she knew, but that was what punishing these two childish brats would take.

Past the trembling and still-peeing Fuuka was Yukari, whose eyes had flared with outrage at the confession. She pulled and struggled against the bonds that kept her tightly bound in the car seat that'd been set on the ground. Vague aggressive mumbling could be heard through the pacifier gag in her mouth.

Mitsuru wasn’t surprised at the brunette’s reaction. In fact, she’d expected it; to see her passion and righteous fury made her want to allow Yukari to pick Fuuka's punishment but she decided against it. A swish of her hand dispersed the shadows holding down Fuuka, finally granting her the autonomy to freely move.

Fuuka opened her eyes, blinking for several minutes to adjust them to readjust them to the soft light of the room. The first thing revealed to her was the struggling form of her fellow trapped nursery-mate Yukari. Her eyes held all the betrayal and rage that she was due and it was focused directly at the sniffling Fuuka.

Standing proved to be more difficult than she expected. There was a stiffness from being held in one position for so long combined with the brutal soreness in her devastated rump. As she shifted upwards her soggy padding pulled downwards, the weight of her released liquid dragging the crotch of her nappy several inches from her own groin. The weight felt grating against her tormented bottom, causing her to tug at the waistband of her padding in an attempt to bring it to a more comfortable position.

She was disappointed to find this didn’t work, nor did her autonomy last. A flick of Mitsuru’s hands had the shadow hands back on her, and they started with the crotch of her onesie, undoing the metal snaps with a quick twist and pull. In a matter of seconds they were pulling it up and over her head, stripping her of it. Just like that it was gone, leaving her standing nude save for the diaper threatening to slip down her hips.

Fuuka's face slowly turned bright red, the embarrassing aspects of her own situation really setting in for her. She wished more than anything she could escape the piercing gaze of her senpai and the bitter rage in Yukari’s vision. Even if she wanted to step away she wasn’t given the chance. The hands of the nursery’s mysterious shadow attendants were back on her, lifting her up at Mitsuru’s gesture.

“She’ll need a change,” Misturu ordered, placing Fuuka in the care of her assistants while she turned to Yukari, “Get her ready for the playpen while I take care of Takeba please.”

Mitsuru took long straight steps toward the car seat on the ground, raising a hand outward into empty air. “Come forth Artemisia.” she said, causing power to billow out from behind her. The ethereal form of her persona rose up, double the height of the already imposing figure.

With no words between the persona and its user, the regal figure of Mitsuru’s mental aspect reached down, grabbing the raised handle of Yukari’s binding half-clamshell seat.

The brunette was appalled, it having not even occurred to her that she might be able to call forth her persona in this place to rebel against Mitsuru’s tyrannical acts. Sure she didn’t have an evoker, but from what she could see neither did Mitsuru. It was possible that the rules of this ‘Meta Nursery’ were different than the ones during the dark hour. With a thought, she tried to bring forth her innermost power, the will to be able to break free of this horrible situation and all it entailed.

“Io!” she thought and a flash of power sparkled around her.

Yukari felt a hopeful glimmer of possible relief, that she might be able to use this power to its fullest and escape from Mitsuru, maybe even get back to Minato. She wouldn’t mind this so much if it were him and not the brutal purview of her senpai.

The persona that appeared though was not what Yukari had hoped for. Io always had a vaguely bound appearance, as a woman sitting in a floating cow’s head. Now she was as tightly wrapped as Yukari was with her body having shifted down in its seat held in place by a similar five-point harness. The Persona also didn’t have the size to make any sort of intimidating move: she was minuscule even compared to her user, being no larger than a pixie.

Mitsuru chuckled, breaking her serious demeanor once again at Yukari’s bold rebellion. It was too bad that such a move would go nowhere for the trapped baby girl. “To think you’d be so bold Takeba,” Mitsuru said, “All such a rebellious act does is show that you truly deserve the punishment I’m about to administer.”

At Mitsuru’s order, Artemisia reached into Yukari’s binding seat, placing a hand at the back of her head and undoing the strap that held her pacifier gag in place. The first words to leave her mouth were an unending stream of profound apologies as if it had any chance to soften the hard hand of discipline coming down on her.

“Senpai, I’m so so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to, I just don’t w-want to be punished. It’s all Fuuka’s fault anyway! I didn’t fail in my potty training, it was her. I’m not a baby please don’t punish me I’m not a baby and I can prove it! I’m sorry just give me anot—”

She stopped her useless blabbering when she saw what her senpai had in mind: two video tripods set up on either end of a high-set pillory stock. She shook her head back and forth. Mitsuru ignored this, using Artemisia to unbuckle Yukari and pick her up, scooping her gently in its white-gloved hands.

From the sidelines Fuuka watched Yukari be set down next to the stocks and Mitsuru. Meanwhile, she was folded into a new diaper, wrapped up carefully by the hands of the nursery’s shadowy attendants. This new padding was notably thicker than anything she’d experienced or seen before, pushing her still stinging rump a few inches off the changing table she’d been deposited onto. Its bulk mounded up over her slim form. To Fuuka–the diaper lover that she was–it was heaven, the ultimate experience in padding that held close to her body while being fluffy and soft.

“I wonder if it’s as absorbent as it looks,” she thought, debating on giving her body a slight push to see if she had to go. She decided against it, falling into that state here in the nursery was probably not a wise idea.

She turned her attention back to the pair across the nursery space, trying to listen in on the conversation. She only caught snippets between the two but even the few sentences told her all she needed to know.

“—don’t have a choice, bend ov—”

“—I’m not going to. I want out of here it’s… fault not mi—

“—rn a spanking just like she did, do you want to feel the same sting she did?”

Yukari’s head dropped and she looked at the ground, avoiding looking at both Mitsuru and the pillory waiting patiently for her. It made Fuuka a little sad to see that Yukari couldn’t just accept her situation as she had. Based on what Mitsuru had said the pair was wearing babyish clothes because they’d manifested them as internalized mental projections.

Just like Fuuka, Yukari also proved to be a big baby deserving of her time in the Meta nursery, as evidenced by her clothes. After several moments of what could only be quiet whispering that remained out of Fuuka’s auditory perception, she watched her senpai open the top of the stocks.

Yukari bent down slowly begrudgingly, placing herself in the available slots to be sandwiched between the two hard pieces of wood. Mitsuru locked her in, sealing her to whatever punishing fate she had planned for her new rebellious nursery inhabitant.

With the stocks enclosed around her, Yukari felt herself resigning to the authoritative presence Mitsuru had. Only the way she stood remained within her control. Even that amounted to a single position as she had to spread her legs wide, keeping her back end low and level with her locked in place head or else her arched back was greatly uncomfortable.

Yukari sighed, sinking into the leather padding of the stocks and trying to aim her vision up at Mitsuru. To her surprise she couldn't, the stern figure remaining just out of her visual range. “So what now,” she spat, feeling slightly bitter that her arguments of fairness didn’t appeal to her senpai’s sense of justice, “How are you going to punish me?”

“Oh, I’m not going to punish you.”

Yukari was confused and cocked her head within the circular restraint. The way Mitsuru’s voice had become unusually so smug intrigued her. It wasn’t like she was just going to leave Yukari here, her senpai being so lazy as to make locking Yukari in the stocks the only ‘punishment’. Still as hard as she thought about it, the brunette couldn't determine exactly what the sadistic redhead had planned for her.

The big mystery disappeared as she saw something move behind a wall at the edge of her vision. At first, she wrote it off as a shadow working the background of the nursery but a moment later a figure stepped out from the space, walking forward with a relaxed slouch and hands in pockets.

“He is.”

The mop of blue hair shifted as Minato knelt down to come face to face with Yukari, his normally bored expression now changed to a slight smile upon seeing her.

“Hey there, did you miss me?” he asked.

His words were kind and Yukari did in fact miss him, she’d not been able to see him for several days despite Mitsuru’s promise that if Yukari continued to degrade he’d serve to take care of her. Even though it was a false failure brought on by Fuuka’s theft, she’d been looking forward to that aspect a little, finding herself excited by the prospect of Minato caring for her. Instead she was brought to the Meta Nursery where the shadows had been catering to her every babyish need since.

Despite her excitement at seeing her crush Yukari still blushed and turned her gaze to the ground. “No…” she said quietly. She couldn’t clue him in on her relief at seeing him either or the fluttering in her stomach. No, to do that was to admit that she enjoyed the diapers she wore if it meant that he’d take care of her. She felt it too much to break that barrier.

Yukari tried to crane her head back to Mitsuru. “What’s Mr. Perfect doing here?” she asked.

“He’s here to punish you while I deal with Yamagishi. I can only handle one bratty underclassman, so Arisato-kun was kind enough to offer to help deal with you," she explained. "The game is simple and is like the one Yamagishi just experienced. Today’s objective is truth and all you have to do is reveal your biggest secret to the camera.”

Yukari looked up in shock and stared directly into the lens of the video camera in front of her, feeling the mechanical gaze of the one behind her as well. “What happens if I don’t?” she asked.

“Then this live feed will show a natural course of events: anyone tuned to a special channel will see what happens after Arisato-kun feeds you. Based on your potty chart it seems like they’re in for quite a show.”

“A live feed!?” Yukari thought. Panic ran up her spine as she heard Mitsuru step away. She started racking her brain for what she would consider her biggest secret.

*POP*

Next to her Minato twisted the top off a jar of baby food, and a spoon clicked against the glass as he stirred the nursery’s pre-provided black and red shadowy food. “What’s the biggest secret I have that isn’t already being broadcasted?” she wondered as the first spoonful was brought to her lips.

“Say ahh~” said Minato.

Mitsuru walked away from the pair and turned her attention back to Fuuka. After the diaper change, she’d sat up on the table and swung her legs over the side, but made no attempts to get down or leave. Instead, she watched Yukari’s feeding with interest, kicking her legs idly.

Upon seeing Mitsutu’s approach she stopped however, attempting to look more scared of the situation than she actually was. It didn’t work as not only was the shy girl a poor actor but the slight wiggling motion to her hips let Mitsuru know that her ‘punishment’ was obviously not working.

To her, it looked like Fuuka was actually enjoying her time in the Meta Nursery, which would prove to be completely counterproductive to her whole plan. She wanted the pair to feel embarrassed about their actions, at least that way she could leverage that into some sort of penitence.

“It seems you’d rather just be a baby wouldn’t you?” Mitsuru asked, bringing herself two steps away from the thickly diapered girl.

“N-No senpai.” Fuuka said, looking away and blushing. It was another obvious lie.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth Yamagishi," Mitsuru said, a hard frown forming on her face, "I’m going to give you your wish.” She extended a hand toward Fuuka. “Come forth Artemisia,” she said, summoning her persona again, “Marin Karin!”

There was a bright flash and the charm attack flew from the hands of Mitsuru’s persona. It landed square against the small form on the changing table. Hair floated, eyes were squinted–the redhead could feel the energy of her attack lifting and blowing her clothes about. When everything dissipated Mitsuru straightened herself and looked at Fuuka expectantly.

She was dismayed to see her attack had no effect. There wasn’t the fanatical love of diapers in her eyes nor the feverous activity the spell should have caused. Mitsuru knew she hadn’t missed, which only meant one thing, Fuuka herself could not possibly love diapers any more than she already did.

It was a frustrating fact for Mitsuru. Her entire plan banked on the embarrassment brought on by a love of diapers. Fuuka however completely lacked that embarrassment. In fact, based on the previous week's events Mitsuru wondered if she craved getting caught.

“Yamagishi may truly be a lost cause.” she thought to herself, signaling to the shadow helpers to lift Fuuka up, “If that’s the case I may as well give her what she wants. I can at least have a little fun myself that way.”

Fuuka wasn’t sure what Mitsuru’s plan for her was but a range of emotions passed over the stern redhead's face over the span of what must have been a few seconds. With a wave of her hand the shy girl was lifted back through the air and carried to the center of the nursery where she was set inside a gigantic octagonal mesh baby pen that must have been 10 feet in diameter.

Blocks and stuffed toys lay scattered around her, and the ground was made of soft foam puzzle pieces with letters, numbers, and animals embossed into the material. Fuuka examined them carefully only to determine that they were all normal baby toys, if not just a bit larger.

Mitsuru walked up to the edge of the playpen, studying the diapered girl who’d been placed on her bottom with a sad look. She’d never wanted to take things this far but had a feeling that she was right in thinking that Fuuka was beyond help or punishment. She gazed at the indicator the hands had placed on the teal-haired girl’s onesie while she remained distracted by the overly thick pamper they’d wrapped her in. The green bar within the blue cloth glowed brightly meaning the item’s effect was fully active, so now all Mitsuru had to do was ask a question.

“Yamagishi,” Mitsuru said, “Can you describe how particle acceleration works?”

Fuuka, not being well versed in the topic, felt like she had no idea how to answer the question. She was also profusely confused as to why Mitsuru would ask it now of all times.

“Uh, I don’t think I can senpai.” she said.

Immediately something in Fuuka's body felt different when the words left her mouth. It was as if her bladder had filled to its breaking point abruptly, creating an extreme moment of discomfort before she felt the hot urine force itself out of her due to excessive pressure. Her diaper warmed rapidly, a yellow stain spreading up the front from the groin of her padding.

Fuuka gasped at the lack of control of her accident and looked up to Mitsuru.

The redhead, with a completely serious face, shook her head in disappointment, pointing to the baby blocks a short distance behind the pants piddler. “Maybe something like that is a little more appropriate for your age. I suppose I should leave the harder subjects to the grown-ups.”

Fuuka felt her cheeks burn at the mean-spirited comment; just because she liked diapers and being cared for didn’t mean she was actually a baby, she wasn’t about to play with such childish baubles.

“Senpai you can’t really thi—”

Mitsuru interrupted her, waving a single finger in Fuuka’s direction. “You’ve given up on choosing, Yamagishi.” Mitsuru taunted, “It’s clear to me you’re just a pathetic baby who can’t answer a simple question, let alone keep her pants dry.”

The shy girl felt herself bristle at this comment, appearing actually bothered by it. In an uncharacteristically rebellious act she crawled towards the blocks, her soaked diaper squishing between her thighs as she moved. Upon reaching the blocks she shuffled through them, moving the three-inch cubes containing the letters she desired to form a word, four letters across.

D-U-M-B

She shifted from her knees to her bottom, getting out of the way so that Mitsuru could see her statement. “That’s-That’s what I think of your blocks,” Fuuka said, still not sure of her words even as she said them.

There was a chuckle from the statuesque caretaker. “B-U-H-R. Buhr?” she said, a mocking tone entering her normally reserved timbre, “I don’t think that’s a word Yamagishi. Are you unable to spell now as well?”

Fuuka wasn’t sure what she meant, nor why Mitsuru was being unduly cruel about it until she looked back to the blocks herself to see that her senpai was right! She hadn’t spelled out the word dumb, but the letters she’d used looked remarkably close. At least, through Fuuka’s eyes they did.

“Wait, what happened?” she asked, whipping her head back to Mitsuru, “Did you make the nursery change those around?”

“Of course not, That’s all you Yamagishi. I’m actually surprised, I didn’t think one wrong answer would be enough to make you lose your ability to spell,” Mitsuru said, pointing to something on Fuuka’s onesie.

Only now did the shy girl notice the blue-rimmed tag sewn into her onesie, its fluorescent glowing green bar already two-thirds of the way depleted. Almost on instinct, she attempted to claw at the tag, to get it off of her somehow, but it was well secured by more than just a few sewn threads.

“That badge applies a very simple status effect to you. All you have to do is answer my questions correctly. If you do you’ll maintain your wits here but the more of them you get wrong the more of an empty-headed baby you’ll become.” As she spoke from the sidelines Mitsuru circled, looking down at the still sitting Fuuka. “It’s a simple choice Yamagishi, if you really love diapers you just have to answer my questions wrong, surrender your adult thoughts, and relax in my nursery. The shadows and I will take care of you the whole time. If you truly are a grown woman you just have to answer all of my questions correctly and I’ll let you walk out of here. You might not even have to come back if you can stay out of diapers.”

Fuuka felt herself torn by indecision: this was the perfect opportunity to explore her diaper-loving side, to be cared for like a baby. But from what Mitsuru was saying this was a process that had no reversal. Would she be able to enjoy it if she was baby-brained? Wouldn’t it be less of an indulgence if it was constant?

She thought about these things so hard that she’d actually missed whatever question Mitsuru had just asked her, causing her to look up at the redhead and say: “Huh?”

“That is absolutely not the original director of the film of Yojimbo.”

Fuuka’s eyes went wide as she felt herself expel a little more into her diaper, not nearly as much as before but its sudden nature was unmistakable. She was literally pissing away knowledge because she’d failed to pay attention.

Mitsuru watched as the meter on Fuuka’s onesie lowered a bit and the front of her diaper expanded just slightly. It might have been cruel to ask the question when she knew Fuuka was distracted, but so far this seemed to be the first thing that acted as a punishment since she could actually see the girl regretting her decisions.

The assault of questioning continued and after ten minutes Fuuka had actually managed to get a couple right, but she’d gotten farr too many wrong for that to help her. The indicator on her onesie had only about a fifth of its original length and now flashed red to show she was dangerously close to fully losing the last of her brain power.

“It’s not fair,” Fuuka whined, “These questions are just getting harder.”

Mitsuru shook her head. “I promise you they’re not,” she reassured, “we only have four more questions. What is seven plus twelve?”

Fuuka thought hard. “Twenty-Two!” she blurted. Another spray of urine told her she was wrong and she felt a rumble and something in her stomach shift. She knew that feeling and knew that in a moment she wouldn’t just be peeing herself.

“How do you spell Cat?”

“C...A… I-I can’t remember the last letter…”

Fuuka’s diaper was now extremely swollen and sagging heavily between her legs, each wrong answer adding to the weight of her permanent babyishness. She’d stood at one point as a way to show equal height with Mitsuru so the redhead couldn’t look down on her. The resulting bow-legged stance she’d adopted to avoid her diaper touching her thighs invalidated this idea, not that Fuuka could necessarily think that deeply for herself anymore anyway.

Mitsuru pointed to one of the puzzle pieces on the floor, an animal printed on it. “What kind of animal is that Yamagishi?” she asked.

Fuuka thought about it as hard as she could, really considering the shape. It had four legs and a long tail. she racked her brain for the right answer.

“Dog!” she shouted confidently. Her confidence was quickly dashed as a familiar pressure descended against her bowels and she peed a little more.

“Sorry, it’s a horse.” Mitsuru said, raising one hand up to her mouth to stifle a chuckle. “Last question, and it’s the easiest one. Where are you supposed to potty?”

Fuuka answered this time without thinking. It was as if her last remaining braincell was the one affected by her nightly hypnosis tapes and she only knew of one good place to relieve herself. “In my diapee,” she said.

The words left her mouth and what little awareness adult Fuuka had left after all this time screamed out, horrified at her answer. She felt her bowels press down, suddenly full due to the hell nursery’s magic effects. She braced and squatted, scrunching her face as the back of her very soggy diaper ballooned out and down.

She had time for the final thought of “No! I don’t want to be trapped as a giant baby!” before she literally voided her intelligence into her plastic-backed bathroom.

Mitsuru watched on, pleased to see that last moment of conscious regret in Fuuka’s eyes before she completely lost herself to the nursery.

At the other end of the wavering space, Yukari swallowed another gulp of the strangely bitter baby food that Minato continuously fed her. Her cheeks puffed out comically with each bite, both due to the size of each spoonful and her own personal fullness. She felt stuffed but like an unstoppable machine Minato continued to shovel the goop into her mouth.

Between bites she’d tried to convince him to slow down, or stop, or anything but she wasn’t even able to get a full sentence out before the next heaping mouthful came deposited into her maw mid-word.

“Minato plea—” she tried to beg.

“Sixty-eight,” he said, continuing his long-running tally of bites taken in a sickeningly sweet voice that had the slightest hint of teasing to it.

“Stop I’m too fu—”

“Sixty-Nine,”

“I can’t eat anymore and I don’t have a secret to sa—”

“Seventy!” he announced.

Yukari couldn’t take it anymore, she had to think of something. Not only was this an embarrassing show that she was giving, all the writhing and begging caught on camera, but she could also feel the tell-tale tide of food in her stomach making its way downward. She’d be filling her diaper soon. With the camera pointed directly at her exposed nappy she had to think of something.

“There has to be a reason why Mitsuru had chosen Minato for this,” she thought, thinking hard about the situation. All the time they’d spent together only for him to be the one to punish her. After everything, it almost felt like a betrayal, after all, Minato had actually managed to make her time diapered semi bearable.

That’s when it hit Yukari: she finally understood what all of this had culminated too. The excitement she felt when she saw the nursery in Minato’s apartment, how much she enjoyed him changing her diaper, her willingness to listen to him after the lightest of rebellions–her crush on this calm, stoic young man had grown into something more. She saw him as a caretaker, never wanting to leave the bounds of her ABDL lifestyle as long as he was her daddy. Not only that, but Yukari loved her Daddy dearly and she had a feeling he felt the same way. Feeling the pressure in her gut reach its full crescendo and seeing another spoonful come towards her, Yukari lept into action and shouted the phrase she knew would free her.

“I love Daddy Minato and I love being his big baby girl! I want nothing more than for him to take care of me–ugh!?”

She was just a moment too late unfortunately. As she spoke loud flatulence broke out through her padding, only slightly muffled in its volume. It was followed by the lewd squelching of voiding and the crinkling of a plastic shell stretching to accommodate the added bulk.

The lock of the pillory she was trapped in clicked open at the last word in her sentence but she maintained her bent-over position, kept still by stiffness and her bowels contracting. Knowing the camera caught every embarrassing bit of the action of both her confession and mess left Yukari stunned. After her body stopped expelling pamper packing gunk she leaned into the leather cushions of the pillory, too mentally and emotionally drained to move.

It was Minato who helped her up, lifting the top board of the restraint and gently hoisting her up into a standing position. They met eye to eye for a moment before he pulled her into a tight hug, surprising Yukari greatly. She reciprocated by wrapping her arms around him.

“You know I love you too.” he said, breaking the silence between them, “this whole time getting to care for you has been wonderful.”

Yukari, feeling shy yet blissful from his confession, buried her head into Minato’s shoulder. She only looked up upon hearing footsteps to see Mitsuru shaking her head and approaching the pair.

“And I suppose you plan to reject adulthood like Yamagishi? Really now, how sad to see my rehabilitation failed with both of you.”

Yukari pulled away from her hug, taking a shaky, waddling step back to put a little distance between her and Mitsuru. Minato however held his ground, maintaining the relaxed stance in the face of Mitsuru’s intimidation.

“I don’t think it was a failure.” he said, “You said the Metaverse is all about showing us who people really are, and I think Yukari is meant to be my favorite baby girl. Your program helped bring out this truth.”

Mitsuru seemed to disagree with him and asked the big question: “So are you going to take care of Takeba then?”

“Yes.” he said, taking Yukari’s hand, “You went through all the trouble to get a nursery into my apartment. I may as well use it.”

“I suppose that means Yamagishi is my responsibility then,” she said looking at the babbling form in the playpen laying on her back, “At least while we attend classes we have the Meta Nursery. The shadows can care for them while we’re busy.”

Mitsuru looked around and then snapped her fingers prompting the shadow hands to lift up both Fuuka and Yukari. The former simply cooed and laughed as she was raised into the air but the latter actually struggled, shouting, “Hey!”

“We should consider leaving,” Mitsuru declared, “Prolonged time in the Metaverse tends to cause exhaustion. Besides, I’m sure our two girls could use a walk.”

Minato nodded in agreement and sure enough, Yukari noticed that she and her fellow nursery mate were lowered toward two oversized strollers before being strapped in. She cringed as her bottom squished into her mushy diaper when it landed in the seat.

Both Minato and Mitsuru took a stroller, pushing them toward the doorway to the nursery.

“It’s a nice day today.” Mitsuru said, “Maybe we should head to the quad of the college.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Minato responded.

“Um,” Yukari said, piping up over the both of them, “could you maybe change me before we go?” she asked nervously.

“We can do it when we get back to the apartment.” Minato said, continuing toward the doorway.

Yukari shot a glance to Fuuka hoping to have somebody who shared their sentiment for not wanting to be seen in a messy diaper, but the teal-haired girl couldn’t seem to care less. She’d managed to bring her foot up to her face, opening the snap crotch of her onesie in the process.

At that moment Fuuka was far more invested in trying to suck on her toe than the rounded-out plastic, stained brown with her own filth. She was shameless and truly baby-brained. That was at least the case while she was in the Meta Nursery but the minute her stroller crossed the threshold back into the real world her eyes blinked with recognition like she’d woken back up suddenly.

She remembered it all with clear memory: the way she’d fallen into being an empty-headed diaper filler, the babbling lack of concern afterward, and the conversations that’d happened around her while she was in that state. Fuuka knew just from this information that she was stuck, having been claimed by Mitsuru. She’d also apparently be spending time in the Meta Nursery when not with her new, strict mommy-dom. Because of her lack of control from the hypnosis, Fuuka was liable to fill her pants in there again, losing her mind to the innocence of babyhood all over again, likely on a daily basis. Her life would consist half in a baby-brained haze and half as a diaper-bound adult under Mitsuru’s thumb.

She shot a nervous glance at Yukari who caught the glint of recognition in her friend’s eye.

“We’re heading in the direction of the quad,” Yukari said, “Better get ready–it sounds like we’re about to give the whole campus a show.”

Fuuka sank into her mushy padding, trying to make herself as small as possible. “I know,” she said, “it’s not like we can do anything about it. Empty-headed or not, we lost all control of our own adult lives.”

“Be careful,” Mitsuru warned, “any backtalk from either of you and I’ll be happy to break out the paci-gags.” Yukari and Fuuka closed their mouths, not wanting to add to their humiliation, and nodded to each other. It was a mutual understanding between two big babies that they had to do as their caretakers demanded.