Aerith and Tifa: Questionnaire! (Patreon)

Tifa and Aerith: Questionnaire!

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“Okay, the first question is an easy one: What’s your name?” Aerith asked the only other person in the room.

“Tifa Lockheart,” the woman replied, scowling at the camera lens fixated on her. The materia notched into her belt glowed green, confirming her answer to be true

Aerith smiled at this, glad to see the crystallized mako was operating correctly. She was skeptical given that it was a custom request produced in a laboratory, but the orb of magical energy seemed to be performing as well as a naturally occurring one.

Tifa on the other hand was confused by this situation. Aerith had been very cryptic about this whole procedure. According to her it was a necessary questionnaire, but she didn’t believe that any normal questionnaire would require her to sit on Aerith’s knee the entire time wearing only a diaper below the waist.

She'd asked Aerith: "What is this for?" only for the brunette to brush it off, saying "Oh just some video that'll be shown in a government meeting." Aerith knew it was definitely more than that, although she was sure a few meetings would be ruined by her worldwide broadcast.

Tifa being diapered wasn't weird: she was always diapered now, Aerith making sure of it, but to be without her skirt was another story. She was thankful that at least the thick padding of her diaper provided a covering for her intimate lowers. Not that she really needed it—from what she could see the screen next to the camera only showed her from the waist up. She still worried about the boom mic above her head catching the residual crinkles from her uncomfortable shifting. She also had no idea what the materia around her waist did and Aerith had refused to explain to her.

All in all, she couldn't help but think of the setup as extremely suspicious. Tifa even wished she'd not gone along with it, maybe if she'd fought Aerith a little more she wouldn't be in this situation. Unfortunately for her, the questioning was about to begin.

“Alright Cutey, do you want to tell all our lovely viewers at home what you’re wearing?” Aerith asked, giving Tifa a little bounce on her knee for encouragement.

The raven-haired girl blushed, turning to her dominating partner with a look of abject disbelief painting her face. She answered reflexively, snapping her attention between Aerith’s sweet face and the uncaring camera lens.

“I-Uh, nothing! I’m not wearing anything weird!” she said.

The belt around her waist glowed red when she said this and Tifa immediately felt its effects hit her. It was almost like her stomach was twisting in knots as she sat there. There wasn’t even an inkling of needing to use her diaper before but now it was like an unbelievable tide.

She began flooding the front while the back filled out around Aerith’s knee, leaving a permeating heat surrounding Tifa's waist. As the natural processes of her body worked she returned her attention to Aerith, shooting her a betrayed look.

“W-What’s happening?” she asked, wincing as she felt—and heard— herself break wind.

“I think it’s because you lied,” Aerith said coyly, bouncing Tifa on her now squishy nappy, “All you’ve gotta do is answer truthfully, okay? Do you want to try that question again?”

Tifa nodded, returning her gaze to the camera and trying to keep a straight face.

“Okay, one more time: What are you wearing?”

Tifa shakily described her outfit, stalling until she reached the last piece hidden from the viewers. “...and I have a big puffy diaper on as well,” she said hesitantly.

The materia on her belt glowed green.

“Oh wow,” Aerith said, “a diaper? Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Yes…”

The materia again affirmed the answer.

“And do you wear diapers because you like them?”

Tifa blushed again, shrinking into herself and frowning. She shook her head. “At first, yes, but I actually need them now.” she said.

Again the materia glowed green.

“Oh?!” Aerith mused, feigning surprise, “Does that mean your diaper is dirty now? Did you already use this one?”

Another bashful “yes~” from Tifa, which the belt verified.

“Awww, did my sweet baby girl wet herself?”

At this Tifa just nodded, which was enough to earn the belt’s approval.

“Oh, but it feels pretty squishy on my knee—did you do more than that? Did big baby Tifa push a load into the seat of her pants like the incontinent diaper filler she is?” Aerith asked, obviously playing up the humiliating aspect of the question.

Its intended effect hit home as Tifa broke out of her meek repetition of yeses in indignation, her fists balled up at her sides. “NO!” she shouted, moving to get up. A combination of Aerith’s hands on her shoulders and the materia forcing her bowels to roil into overtime stopped her dead in her tracks.

“H-How is there more?” she asked, clutching her gut as it spasmed, “It doesn’t make any sense!” The materia on her belt turned to a red color in response, sending a surge of magic shooting through her body that, without rational explanation, caused her to need to fill her pants even more!

Aerith was astounded by the show she was seeing as Tifa leaned forward to create more room for her diaper to creep over as it swelled and expanded. It wasn’t just the growing nappy—the uproarious sounds from Tifa’s body practically drowned out the groans and grunts from her forceful release.

“Oh my, after only a few lies you’re already showing off how much of a baby you really are!” she said, pointing to the screen and directing Tifa's attention to the display. Both her and Aerith were fully in frame now with a great view of Tifa’s diapered state as well as her caretaker’s knee-bouncing technique.

That was the last straw for Tifa. Almost instantly embarrassment turned into a feeling of utter hopelessness as she realized how much of a show they were putting on. She felt a sob catch in her throat before escaping into the room and letting Aerith know she’d gone too far.

Sensing Tifa’s distress the caretaker stopped bouncing her. She’d not only had her fun but also made her point, so now it was time to make sure her little was cared for. She reached behind her to find the one thing she knew would calm her partner down: an oversized black and white pacifier. When presented to Tifa’s lips the dark-haired girl accepted it immediately. Like magic her sobs died down to a slightly distressed sniffle.

“Alright baby girl,” Aerith said, “I just have one more question for you.”

“Whut?” Tifa said through her paci, a skeptical look covering her face.

“Are you Mommy Aerith’s favorite baby girl?” she asked

At this Tifa cracked a little smile and nodded enthusiastically.

The materia notched into her belt glowed green.