P5: A Change in the Shop (Patreon)

In the bathroom of the shop, Sumire blushed, once again avoiding Ren Amamiya’s eyes, his reserved gaze remaining locked on her through his glasses. From the pack of diapers they’d bought she picked up a pink disposable.

In one amazing move Ren swooped up Sumire, placing her on the bathroom changing table. He removed her skirt and underwear without skipping a beat.

“What’s wrong Sumi?” he asked, “Feeling embarrassed at being bottomless?”

“Well of course!” she shouted, turning to Ren and blushing.

With one hand he gathered her legs, lifting the redhead with surprising strength. As if by instinct she tensed her quads, giving Ren the leverage he needed to lift her bottom from the table. She laid back in the same move, lying back for her change. Despite her own internal rebellions, she submitted to the dark-haired boy’s manipulation.

“It’s a good thing you won’t be staying that way for long.” he said, slipping the unfolded diaper underneath her raised bottom before letting her back down. From her position, she heard a squirting sound from Ren’s direction, then the sounds of friction as he rubbed his hands together.

Sumire looked up to see what was happening just in time to see her daddy dom's hands descending towards her waist. The feelings of warm cream smearing over her skin caused her to blush again and squirm under his touch.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice, “Don’t you like the warm rash cream? Or is it just your daddy’s hands that are making you squirm?”

Sumire was shocked by the question and hid her face behind balled fists. “Your hands…” she said quietly.

Ren smiled at her, pulling away. “Well I’m sorry they’re going away then.” he said, moving on. Playfully Ren's digits tapped the bottle of baby powder next to the cream before he picked it up, twisting open the top to release a puff of the delicately sweet scent.

Sumire inhaled, enjoying the slight touch of nostalgic comfort it added to the air as the powder rained down on her exposed nethers. She could feel the light powder gently peppering her lotioned skin before adhering to create a protective barrier.

Like with the cream, Ren missed no spot on Sumire, making sure she was fully prepared. Her squirming intensified as he double-checked his work, his probing hands slightly tickling Sumire and causing her to speak up.

“Senpai, that's a little too mu—MPH!?” Her protests were silenced by a pacifier shoved into her mouth. Rather than fighting it though, she suckled, accepting that Ren would hear nothing of it.

He was busy considering the diaper before him, judging its puffiness. For him, it wasn’t enough. Ren reached into the bag of purchases he’d brought into the bathroom with him, pulling out something that matched the interior core of the pink diaper: a few stuffers.

“I think little Sumi is going to need a thicker nappy. I can’t stop and change you every hour after all.”

Sumire’s eyes went wide as she was lifted again and three stuffers were shoved under her. She wasn’t even given a chance to move or groan from behind her pacifier before the front of her diaper was pulled over her powdered crotch and taped. Its increased bulk bulged out over her body, puffed out several inches in front of her.

Ren helped her up from the table, setting her onto her feet. As she suspected, the diaper spread her legs wide, keeping her in a squatting position due to the massive volume shoved into her plastic-packed nappy.

“It’s going to be so cute to watch you waddle around.” Ren said, “With diapers that thick though, maybe we should look at getting a stroller before we go.”

Sumire shook her head, reaching for her skirt and preparing to say she could walk but Ren stopped her. He pulled her hand away, and instead started lifting away her top.

“Whu?” she said, her inquiry blocked by her pacifier.

Ren smiled at her. “Well you can’t wear this out, we bought you such cute new outfits after all. We changed your diaper, now it’s time to change your clothes.”