P5: Shiro and Ann Reality Bending (Patreon)

In the hazy reality of the Metaverse a group of nine individuals stood. Eight of them are humans, all dressed garishly with different styles while the last is notably smaller and looks almost like a sentient stuffed animal. The group, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts hadn’t met like this in several years. It was a sudden explosion of activity that brought them together, something they didn't even know was still possible. So once again, just like they used to do as high schoolers they dove back into the layer of reality controlled by humanity's collective unconscious.

Even with this being their third venture through this strange monument to distorted desires along with making several excursions into the Metaverse, the group's understanding of this new palace was minuscule at best.

“It’s simply massive.” Futaba said bluntly, staring at the building block exterior of the structure through her red-tinted goggles, “Bigger than any other palace we’ve ever seen.”

Ren rested his chin in the crook between his index and forefinger. He seemed to be considering how to proceed. “I still can’t believe we had to come back to the Metaverse. All of this should have ended with Shido and Yaldabaoth yet we’re still here. The app came back for everyone.”

He turned to the rest of the thieves who had the same perplexed expression. Morgana, the stuffed cat thing, nodded along with his assumption. “It’s not just bigger—it’s oozing power. It’s like all of Mementos has been concentrated into one place. I don't get why it's a nursery though.”

Morgana may have been perplexed by it, but several of the people standing in the group understood the implication well. Sumire eyed Ren, pulling at the bottom of her leotard nervously. She’d been allowed to wear a pull-up for this when it was decided her normal padding would be far too visible in her thief outfit. The slight outline of the padded crotch still showed through the dark fabric

Haru hadn’t been quite so considerate to Makoto, the outline of her padding extremely visible beneath the leather “Queen” outfit, smushed into the tight bodysuit in a way that must have been suffocating her waist within mounds of padding.

Maybe the boys and Morgana were wholly oblivious, just being nice, or were so distracted by what Ann was wearing that the other two flew completely under their radar. Ann didn’t have the luxury of hiding her babyish accents because her mental projection outfit wasn’t holding its usual design.

Her diaper was the most obvious because it wasn’t compacted. The bottom of her red leather onesie gave plenty of room for the bulky padding to hang from her hips. Even with that extra space it was easily double the thickness of anything Makoto or Sumire owned.

Not only could she comfortably afford the thicker ABDL brands, but she was also often gifted diapers and clothes from the gigs she did as a model for numerous brands. Still, she wouldn’t have expected her overtly sensual “Panther” catsuit to have become something like this. She still needed the diapers and had little shame about being publicly diapered or dressed in little clothes, but this was different.

They’d come here because of serious reasons, a threat that actually required the legendary Phantom Thieves of Hearts to act, yet here she was dressed ridiculously. Ann knew how to separate her adult baby lifestyle from her more serious moments, but it appeared the mental space they’d entered didn’t.

The zippers of the outfit still ran from her chest down the front of her suit and around the back, connecting in a complex lock-toothed formation that led one line of metal teeth into another three. The legs of it were nonexistent, as were her boots. The connected one-piece only left almost enough material to cover the bulky exterior of the diaper. Even then the ruffled material surrounding the leak guards still proved to be extremely visible.

The long sleeves that had been connected to the zipped-on cleavage window of her outfit were similarly cropped, though the lascivious gap remained. From one of the zippers close to her chest a kitty pattern pacifier clip was pulled taut by a red plastic binky with a huge bulb attached to it.

She didn’t even have a mask to hide her identity, only little cat ears that looked similar to her mask poking out of her beautiful blond hair, held in by a simple hair band.

The shock among the group was short-lived—they knew who this palace belonged to. Given the huge impact she had on Ann’s life plus the power this massive building suggested she held, it made sense that she wouldn’t go unnoticed. Ann lived an adult baby lifestyle and that kind of existence came with a caretaker. Not only that, but Ann was fairly open about being a submissive in her relationship. If this palace truly did belong to the person the Thieves expected it did, then the appearance of the building made complete sense.

Massive baby blocks made up its exterior and it was all fronted by a sign that had a diapered bottom being hit with a paddle on it. “Shiho’s Nursery!” the sign proclaimed, confirming the building as Ann’s partner’s palace. Ann had a suspicion that the buttocks on the sign may have been hers, feeling like the kind of strange exhibitionism that Shiho would do if she had unlimited resources like this.

As to why Shiho even had a palace the group came up stumped, unable to come up with what her “distorted desire” might be. It hardly mattered as the group was able to use what they knew to their advantage. Shiho’s love for Ann was the biggest thing. As soon as she walked through the plastic toy gates of the nursery she had a sixth sense about where to go.

To the right and down a long hallway a special room awaited, one where the palace’s owner thought she belonged. It might have been because she knew Shiho so well, or maybe because the layout of the place mirrored their shared home slightly. Either way something guided her to go right where her mommy waited.

The other thieves meanwhile went left, probing deeper into the palace. Futaba had mentioned to Ann that whatever connection they had must have been leaching into her subconscious, affecting not just her outfit but also her actions. She thought it a good idea to follow that urge while the rest of the group spent time exploring the rest of the palace.

Ann remembered her initial hesitance, especially as she walked along the hallways toward the room. Through panes of glass and metal bars she saw mental projections of people turning in cribs, crawling across playroom floors, and being fed in high chairs. Above her, somebody flashed by through two openings, carried on a rail system by a mechanical hand clutching the rear waistband of their diaper. Even at high speeds Ann could see the cross look of a bratty baby.

Ann passed all of this despite the fact that it was highly interesting to her, knowing that what lay at the end of all these twisting hallways was even better. Pushing through the double doors at the end led Ann into a massive room, covered from floor to ceiling in fluorescent pink accented with thin black horizontal stripes. Everything from the crib to the highchair to the bouncer shared this color making them nearly blend in with the rest of the room.

That, combined with the Metaverse’s hazy nature, would have normally hurt Ann’s head. The stimuli should have been overwhelming but here she was, calm almost like those moments she allowed herself to slip into little space at home. It all culminated in a concentrated hit of dopamine right to her brain that sent her into the perfect nursery headspace.

Standing in the middle of everything was Shiho, a stark contrast to the rest of the room. She kept her black hair in that messy ponytail that Ann loved so much, but her clothes were distinctly different. She was wearing a white button-up blouse, one that hugged her body well before disappearing into a wide plaid skirt. Over top of it she had on an apron bordered with delicate lace.

She stood out so much mostly because the thing behind her put her in a different light. Ann knew this thing well too. She’d spent the first day being scared of it after all. Shadow Shiho explained that it wasn’t anything to be scared of. Azathoth had made this all possible and gave her the power to make such a perfect nursery for her.

Ann knew Shadows couldn’t have Personas, but this thing was a little different. For one it was huge and didn’t appear in ghostly spurts like Ann’s Carmen. It was always behind Shiho, a gigantic golden cross with a pile of black tentacles underneath it. Intense blue eyes stared out at Ann, following her every movement.

Azathoth did little more than slightly unnerve Ann now. She saw it more as an extension of the woman she walked up to hug. Shiho greeted her diapered partner with open arms, wrapping them around her in a tight embrace that warmed her to her core. The shadow version of her girlfriend was radiating adoration, the same lovey feeling Shiho always had.

The slithering tentacles around her feet moved in tandem with the dark haired shadow mommy, one of its slithering appendages wrapping around Ann in much the same fashion. Its touch was unnerving, despite its gentle nature. For whatever reason, Ann expected the tentacles to be slimy but they weren't. It remained as delicate as Shiho’s arm.

As the persona snaked another appendage between them Ann could have sworn Shiho was doing it herself. Only when the blonde accepted the offered pacifier brought to her lips did she notice the shadowy arm shift along the edge of her vision before retreating.

Ann gripped the nipple of the soother between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, avoiding biting what she perceived as delicate rubber. She suckled at it, drawing in the intoxicating feeling of relaxation that came with enjoying her pacifier.

Despite the dangerous nature of everything Ann legitimately enjoyed Shiho’s palace. She’d spent a lot of time with her partner building her perfect ABDL sub life, but some things weren’t possible in the real world. She had certain fantasies that she thought would go forever unfulfilled. Not only did she get to indulge in them here, but she still got to do it with her partner who she would have missed intensely.

The prolonged hug was broken up by Shiho and her Persona pulling away from Ann. She looked her panther kitten up and down, admiring the red leather outfit. She stopped at Ann’s waist, her look turning sour instantly.

Ann popped the pacifier out of her mouth. “I—What’s wrong Mommy?” she asked.

Shiho softened her look, prodding a finger into the front of Ann’s padding. The diaper scrunched and crinkled loudly beneath the pressure of her finger. “It’s this diaper. I don’t know how I let you leave the house in something so painfully thin.”

Ann shot her a questioning look as these were the thickest diapers on the market, yet here her shadow mommy was criticizing that they were “painfully thin”. It took a moment for Ann to understand that she was teasing despite her somewhat serious tone. She got it fully when Shiho grabbed the rear of her padding with a forceful grip and her serious expression slipped, becoming a teasing grin.

The leather of the onesie made a little squeak sound, rubbing against Shiho’s palm as the thing beneath it shifted. At first Ann thought it might be her mistress rubbing the back of her diaper. It certainly felt like that with the movement happening underneath the material of her onesie rather than a shifting influence from the outside.

The first layer being added to the padding felt like a strange reversal of what Ann had come to know. The core of her diaper pushed away from her not because of her own contribution but rather another plush thing appearing between it, filling out from its appearance as a paper thin sheet to a miraculously soft stuffer.

Ann was intimately familiar with stuffers, but the feeling of one materializing directly inside her diaper was entirely new. The space in her padding was occupied by this new mass and while it didn’t make her diaper feel overly full, there was still that little bit of extra fluff and space that Ann could have filled in a second. Then she felt something worming its way over the exterior of her diaper but still underneath the shiny red of her onesie.

Much like the hug Shiho had given her it was a gentle snaking embrace that worked its way across the surface of her padding taking a three pronged approach. Two of something moved across the sides of Ann’s hips while a perfect mold of her diapered crotch cupped the bottom of her padding. Another stuffer appeared on top of the first one, further reducing the remaining space within her padding.

A second plastic shell completely encapsulated her original diaper, taping itself shut. Ann realized what was happening: much like the stuffers she was getting another layer of padding, something Mommy Shiho had talked about before. A big baby needs big diapers, and layers meant she wouldn’t need to deal with widdle Ann’s accidents as often.

Ann had to admit it was an idea she enjoyed. Her penitent for drinking tons of water just to give her mommy extra diapers to change was within that punishable area. She loved the idea of diapers being stacked around her waist just to deal with her little rebellion. A third stuffer appeared between her legs.

While the space in Ann’s diaper became increasingly sparse the secondary diaper started to expand between her legs, puffing up underneath her onesie. With nowhere else to go underneath the strong material of her onesie it pushed inwards, smothering her groin in the mountain of fluff. A forth stuffer muscled its way into the little space of Ann’s diaper.

She could only imagine her face. Ann’s eyes were blurred and she could hardly focus on anything in the neon pink palace playroom. The main thing was Shiho’s eyes, the bright yellow intensity that only a shadow could hold. She looked pleased at Ann’s expression.

The redhead slumped, arching her back and sticking an increasingly growing diapered rump out. Her knees turned inward and would have tried to come together if she could have brought her thighs any closer.

“You’re loving those thickening diapers, aren’t you?” Shadow Shiho asked, looking at Ann with an almost predatory look.

Ann could do little else but nod, totally lost in her new sensation brought on by Shiho’s reality bending powers.

“My big baby sub wants more doesn’t she? Is two diapers not enough?”

“N-no,” Ann muttered, “i-it’s not…”

The pressure in Ann’s diaper was incredible. Not only had a fifth stuffer appeared but the second diaper had grown to its full size. She was practically grinding against the padding as she tried to spread her legs. That little bit of movement proved to be too much for the zipper of Ann’s onesie and the metal teeth could no longer contain her growing diaper.

*POP POP POP POP*

The padding busted through the zipper, spreading the bottom of her onesie wide in either direction. The leather material bunched up around her legs as rapid fire more stuffers appeared. Ann could count them. One, two, three, four, five. Five more stuffers piled on top of the first five, pushing the crotch of Ann’s two diapers through the opening of her onesie.

Another diaper began to form around the second with the waistband pulling tightly against Ann’s abdomen. She could feel that it was obviously strained by the insane amount of stuffers forced inside the diaper and held onto her that much tighter.

Her bladder control was weak to start with, but even with the greatest urethral strength in the world Ann wouldn’t have been able to stop the flow of urine from pouring over the layered stuffers while Shiho watched. The pressure from the weighted waistbands was simply too much and left Ann gasping as the initial spray of her accident soaked the first stuffer, then the next, and even the one after that.

*HIIISSSSSSS*

She hadn’t drank that much before entering Shiho’s palace, but it was as if she had an endless supply of urine, a never ending bladder that would flow endlessly. If she wasn’t making an embarrassed face before it was certain that she was now. Her heat spreading across her padding was lewdly pleasing, and despite her padding’s immense bulk she could feel it swell a little, each stuffer plumping up against her with her accident.

Shiho sighed contentedly at the sight, enjoying Ann’s far-away look as she wet herself. “Oh my, couldn’t even wait to soil that diaper, could you? Just had to fill it with all that heated piss like the big baby you are?”

This Shiho was a little harsher than her real-world counterpart, but Ann didn’t actually mind. She’d fallen so deep into her ABDL lifestyle that it’d become hard for Shiho to openly discipline or humiliate her. This shadow version had no real word restrictions and plucked all the right strings to make poor Ann sing beautiful chords of enjoyment.

Ann suckled her pacifier hard, using it to redirect some of the energy she was generating as she got more and more hot and bothered. It was so intense that she wasn’t sure how long it’d gone on. When it ended she found herself disappointed and wondered why she couldn't just pee forever.

The blonde baby stood dazed for several moments only to come to the realization that her legs were shaking against the weight of a diaper that hung to her knees. Layers of padding made up a monstrous diaper that was beyond anything Ann had ever seen, let alone worn.

The creak of the room’s door drew her attention away from the huge diaper, bringing her back to reality. Shadow Shiho looked beyond her, watching as someone entered through the nursery’s massive double doors.

Ann hoped it wasn’t one of her fellow thieves who’d gotten separated from the group. Instead, she cringed for an entirely different reason.

“What’s she doing here?” her own voice called from across the room.

Ann walked in—not the one who’d just spent all that time with Shiho but instead a version of her that existed in Shiho’s head. It was strange to see herself as a perfect recreation in projection form, a 'her' that existed solely to be babied by Shadow Shiho.

The copy Ann walked in with her arms crossed over her bare chest, fully exposed otherwise. She had a thick diaper of her own spreading her legs. On her head was a simple black cat ear headband. She glared at Ann, waiting for Shiho to answer.

The dark-haired mommy moved her hand up to Ann’s shoulder and her face twisted into a frown. “Baby Ann is here as our guest. I thought it’d be fun to play with her—you’ll play nice with her, won’t you?”

Projection Ann shook her head, putting her hands at her side as little balled hands. “NO!” Projection Ann shouted, “This is my room! Don’t wanna share!”

Real Ann could hardly believe what she was hearing. She occasionally liked to play the brat with Shiho but never to this extent; it was always so much more lighthearted. Seeing this made her worry that this was how Shiho actually saw her. Was this just a jealousy thing or was Ann really that bratty?

The outburst didn’t cause any change in Shadow Shiho, completely unmoved by the display of bratitude. “You have to know I won’t accept a temper tantrum.” She snapped her fingers, and the tendrils of Azathoth reached for her.

The projection Ann didn’t try to escape just stood as Azathoth’s tentacles grabbed her up. It was incredibly weird for Ann to watch herself be lifted into the air and have the back of her diaper pulled down.

“Seems like you need to remember that what mommy says, goes.” Shadow Shiho said, “I think a nice warm soapy enema will help remind you.”

Ann blushed and looked away upon seeing one of Azathoth’s tentacles shift into the bulbous nozzle of an enema tube. Even if it was herself she felt too embarrassed to watch the process. Instead, she went through the massive undertaking of taking the two giant toddling steps to end up beside Shiho, hugging her again. She buried her face in the silken white blouse, taking in her mommy’s scent.

“Awww do you feel bad for poor Ann?” Shiho asked.

Ann nodded, feeling strange about the whole thing. She understood how the projection Ann felt—she’d probably have a similar reaction if she walked in on Shiho babying someone else. Yet here she was getting punished for it. An enema seemed somewhat harsh too.

The bratty discourse coming from Ann dissipated rather quickly though, turning into a series of grunts and moans that signified the projection version of Ann might actually enjoy her treatment. “It’s okay Baby, my Ann acts like a brat so she can be punished. She wants her mommy to remind her how to behave.”

That Ann could believe: at least from Shiho’s perspective, the relationship dynamic made sense.

The mental projection Ann was let down after several minutes, holding her stomach tentatively.

*Grrrrmmmmmmmm*

“Now you’re going to apologize to our guest right?” Shadow Shiho asked.

Projection Ann grumbled out something similar to an “I’m sorry…” while avoiding the gaze of either of the other two. Ann could hear the little bubbling frustration in her voice along with a faint fart that could only be the enema trying to work its way out.

*Pffffttttt*

Ann accepted the apology, letting her know it was okay through the mouthguard of her pacifier. “Do you wanna play?” she asked tentatively, reaching out a nervous hand to the brattier version of herself.

The false Ann nodded, still looking a little embarrassed at being punished. *fllllrrrpppp* A little squelching noise came from the back of her diaper and Ann could see it droop slightly between her legs. The warm water of the enema was starting to rush out, bringing with it the accumulated filth.

Shadow Shiho cooed at the pair, mentioning both Projection Ann’s adorable stinky mess and how cute Ann herself was for offering to play with such a stinky baby. Ann let the comment pass, not really having any issues with a playmate’s messiness. It wasn’t like she'd be able to tell if it happened to herself.

“There’s just one thing.” Shadow Shiho noted, grabbing Ann’s hand as her other self ran off toward a mountain of stuffed toys. She snapped her fingers, bringing about another of her alterations to the Metaverse’s reality.

The teat of Ann’s binky buzzed in her mouth, a slight vibration that ran through her tongue and soft palate with a sudden jolt. It was surprising, so much so that it caused her to jump a little. The thick diaper around her waist sloshed with the movement. With a huge smile on her face Shadow Shiho plucked the pacifier from Ann. “What do you say?” she asked.

Ann struggled for a moment trying to think of what she might want before settling on the right words. Her lips parted to say “Thank you” but nothing came out.

“Ah-ah-ah, you know how I want you to say it. Baby Ann needs to use her baby voice.”

At this Ann bristled a little, everything in her wanting to rebel much as her double had. In their whole relationship, she’d always disliked baby talk the most, holding onto her adult vocabulary as the last bastion of her mature self. And of course it had to be Shiho’s favorite thing to have her do.

“Fank yew,” she said, realizing that the only way Shadow Shiho would actually allow her to speak was if she used baby talk. It was always that little bit that Shiho had been trying to take away from her and now it was gone.

Ann waddled over to her other self. She considered that it might be easier to crawl and drag the monstrous orb of fluff across the floor instead of her half-hearted attempt to heft it across the space. Dropping to her knees just wasn’t in the cards for Ann, she plopped into the soggy mountain of padding across from the mental projection of herself snagging up a stuffed fox to play with.

Ann played for herself for an indeterminable amount of time, or rather, she wasn’t sure how long she’d spent playing stuffed animals with a topless version of herself while an omnipotent version of Shiho watched because she was having far too much fun to care.

It was an unrestrained release of herself into little space for once, with no real-world consequences nagging at the back of her mind. All she had to do was exist here with the other baby version of herself and the woman she loved dearly. Once she got over the looming tentacle monster behind her she actually started to enjoy the whole thing. It was practically paradise.

Ann’s phone buzzing in a little onesie pocket tore her right out of that enjoyment. It was the message she knew was coming but had honestly forgotten about in the grand scheme of things. The rest of the thieves wanted to head out and were waiting for her by the entrance of the palace.

Shadow Shiho knew this buzz too, and while she looked disappointed that her partner would be leaving, she seemed to understand it was necessary. A snap of her fingers brought the huge diaper down to its original thickness. A mercy Ann was glad for given that she had to walk all the way back through the labyrinthine hallways.

While the diaper was made smaller with its many layers and stuffers transferring instead to the mental projection of Ann, her accident remained. The cold moistness of her own accident clung to her skin and hung from her hips, a reminder of her time here in Shiho’s nursery.

-----------------------------------Three Days Later-----------------------------------

Ann stood in the walkway of the Shibuya shopping area, waiting for the others to arrive. Ren had called them all for another exploration of the Palace. It was the third day in a row. “We’re so close!” Morgana had exclaimed, “I can practically smell that treasure!”

Ann herself was somewhat doubtful but arrived anyway, having been assured that her role as the distraction was vital. Within her purse Ann’s phone buzzed continuously as one message after another came in. She’d been avoiding answering them, knowing what was waiting for her. With a sigh, she pulled the screen of her phone up. Shiho’s face, the real Shiho, popped up in her messages.

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Shiho

Hey! When are you coming home? I have a little

surprise and I want can’t wait to show u

I, uh, won’t be home in time I have a modeling job

for a store. Sorry ShiShi. It shouldn’t be much

more of this

…

…

Okay, well I love you. get home safe.

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Ann hated lying to her, but telling her about the Phantom Thieves just didn’t seem appropriate, especially since they were currently infiltrating her mental palace. She could tell from the messages though that she wasn’t pleased. Despite the “I love you” there were none of the other usual bits of lovey-dovey language. “You’re almost done,” Ann affirmed to herself. “Once we deal with whatever distorted desire she has you can have all the time in the world with her.”

Returning to the palace was a bittersweet homecoming. While she was missing time with her real partner the shadow version of Shiho was still essentially her, not to mention it being unbound by the limitations of reality. Re-entering the special nursery had her met with a sour look on her Mommy’s face though.

“And just where have you been Ann?” Shiho asked, her voice dripping with the same disapproval she’d shown toward mental Projection Ann just the day before. Something about it frightened Ann a little. There was an inescapable venom behind her voice, a tension that Ann had only felt from the real world Shiho once or twice while they were working out the boundaries of their relationship.

Ann was about to be spanked, that much she was sure of. Her pose was bashful and stiff and without even realizing she slipped her hands behind her back in a weak attempt to protect her bottom from the incoming punishment. It was like a quick zap—one moment she was standing across from the shadow version of her mommy and the next she was upon Ann, sitting in a straight-back chair.

Ann jumped at the sudden teleportation, her foot touching down with the intention of bolting away, but a speedy hand gripped her wrist, pulling her in one smooth motion off of her feet and onto Shiho’s knee. Ann let out a slight “oof” as her stomach connected with the cartilage of Shiho’s knee.

*ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

A jeer in Ann’s own voice came from beside her. “Oooh you’re in trouble!”

The easy-access zipper that connected her suit’s tail to the main body flew across Ann’s body, revealing her princess-decorated adult baby diaper to Shiho. Ann could see it in her head, the soft padding pushed up against a pulled taught plastic shell providing the perfect cushioned target. That apparently wasn’t what Shiho wanted, because she pulled that perfect landing pad down to expose Ann’s bottom to the open air seconds later. She could feel the faint draft while the padding bunched down between her legs brushed her thigh meat.

The only thing that kept Ann from looking back was the possibility of Shadow Shiho’s intense yellow-eyed gaze meeting hers and the threat of greater spankings.

*THWAP*

The first blow struck both cheeks solidly, leaving a rectangular mark. Ann knew the shape of the spanking implement well—it was Shiho’s favorite after all. The hairbrush that always sat on their shared dresser was a constant promise that if her mommy didn’t like what she heard, Ann would be spanked hard. It had materialized in Shadow Shiho’s grasp, brought into the metaverse through her reality-warping powers.

That wasn’t all her powers had done. Ann knew not only the shape of the implement but also how hard Shiho could hit. The swat to her rump stung more than any spanking Ann had ever received. “OW!” Ann called.

*THWAP*

“EEP!” Another blow drew a surprised yelp from Ann’s throat, which was cut off by another blow before the second syllable even finished. The first tears weld up in Ann’s eyes as she awaited the next smack.

*THWAP*

“How dare you.” Shadow Shiho said between blows, chiding Ann.

A sob escaped the blonde’s throat the first indicator that Shiho’s stinging blows were doing their job.

*THWAP*

“You left me all alone, I don’t see enough of you.”

Ann’s sobbing increased, accompanied now by a flow of tears that streaked down her face.

“I-I, I thorry!” she cried. “Wahhhh!”

*THWAP*

“You come back and there isn’t even any excitement as you come through the door?”

*THWAP*

*THWAP*

“Your Mommy missed you! Can’t you see that? All I want to do is spend time with my sweet Ann and you keep going away!”

Ann thrashed under Shiho’s powerful arm, hoping against hope to wriggle free of her grip. “AHHHH WAAAAAHHH!” A melodramatic wail escaped Ann’s lips.

*THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP*

When the words of her mommy finally reached her ears Ann started sniffling not because of the blows to her rump—rather, she could feel her partner’s sadness. Shiho missing her in the real world drove her shadow self to an extreme level of sadness. The projection Ann must not have been enough, and if Ann thought about it she understood. No imaginary Shiho could ever replace her time with her partner. She’d miss her too much. It was possible that she’d gotten somewhat greedy with all that Shadow Shiho could do. If she’d wanted to, it wouldn’t have been too much to ask for a day off from exploring the palace to make her partner feel special, to do the bare minimum by spending some time with her.

*THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP*

Ann tried to be more stoic about her last spankings, holding back her gasping sobs as she took the blows her mommy doled out. She understood now that this was a punishment that felt well deserved.

*THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP*

Even knowing she deserved the punishment from Shiho the growing soreness of her bottom brought another cry out of Ann, reigniting her tears as she hung defeated against Shiho’s knee. Her body had gone limp, with all the fight having left her. Even without the will to struggle her cries persisted. “Whaaaaa!”

*THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP*

Ann lost count of the smacks in the grand gale of swats raining down on her bottom. Between the soreness and parsing out Shiho’s feelings of being abandoned, she couldn’t focus on keeping count anymore. She hardly realized it’d stopped after everything

Shadow Shiho lifted Ann up and turned the blonde toward her. Rather than a stern look she had a softer, more caring one. Ann could feel Shiho’s need for her at that moment, a powerful desire to have her baby girl.

“I missed you,” Shadow Shiho said, pulling Ann into a tight hug.

“I mithed you too Mommy.” Ann said, with hitched breaths brought on by her crying outburst. She caught the slight quiver in her partner’s voice as she spoke.

When they separated, Shiho stood, pushing Ann off her lap in one smooth motion. She expected her diapered butt to make contact with the floor but was caught by Astaroth’s tentacles, which then raised her into the air while Shadow Shiho watched.

Curiously Ann watched as the dark appendages started to wrap themselves around her, making sure to unzip her onesie completely and remove it before it became impossible. The blonde was left briefly naked besides her padding, giving her several seconds where you couldn't have told her and her double apart. That didn't last long though as Azathoth's tendrils moved like serpents. The dark arms of the golden person slithered their way up Ann’s limbs wrapping around her arms and legs tightly until they reached her body. At her torso they unfurled, spreading unnaturally until they met in the middle, forming a tight leather sleep sack.

The material began to adorn itself with buckles and straps that kept Ann tightly contained within its confines. Azathoth’s tentacles disconnected from the newly formed leather around Ann’s arms, leaving trailing straps at the end that moved independently. They fed themselves through two loops on the front, forcing Ann to hug herself in a constricting embrace. Rather than leaving her legs independently wrapped the two individual leg parts came together, locking them into a rigid, straight position.

The only parts of Ann that weren’t contained by the tight leather sleeper sack were her head, which just barely escaped its clutches(the cutoff sitting literally just below her chin) and her diapered rump. She could feel the edges of the leather digging into her padding’s exterior, framing the back of her diaper perfectly so it could be shown off.

“Ah, I—” Ann opened her mouth to say something but a pacifier gag separated from the leather snaking around her head and depositing itself into Ann’s mouth. She squirmed in her bondage while being held aloft by Azathoth, a faux attempt at escaping a situation she knew very well to be inescapable.

It almost felt naughty given her realization about the real Shiho missing her so much, but the fact that Ann couldn’t wriggle her way free made it all so much hotter. Ann let out some slight mumbling behind her pacifier, trying to get Shiho’s attention as she struggled.

Thankfully Azathoth lowered her toward her all-powerful mommy, bringing her face to face with her dark-haired domme.

“Hmm?” Shiho asked, cupping one hand to her ear and aiming it at Ann, “What is it you need baby girl?”

Ann mumbled more furiously behind her pacifier, struggling to form words past the massive rubber bulb holding her tongue down. With a flick of Shiho's hand, the obstruction was removed. Ann took her one opportunity to ask for the exact thing she’d been craving. “Ann wantth kitheth Mommy.”

Shiho gave Ann a devilish smile, glad to see that she was getting well into the spirit of everything before locking lips with Ann.

The kiss shared between them felt like their first genuine connection in the week that Ann had been coming to the palace. The heat of Shiho’s breath filled her lungs as they joined for a moment. Ann’s own lips met Shiho’s in a passionate smacking of kisses. Each locking of lips felt so brief but so wonderful, Ann wanting it to never end.

Without thinking she found herself bucking her hips excitedly in time with each touch. In a bit of exploration, she tried to push her tongue forward, hoping to make contact with Shiho’s as another way to get closer. Instead, her Mommy’s tongue pushed its way into her mouth forcefully, staking its claim in its sub’s mouth as the dominant invading force.

Ann relented, allowing Shiho to explore her mouth as she pleased in between each smacking of lips. She pulled away only to see Ann desperately stretching her neck for more. A line of drool rolled down plump lips as if to show she was starved for more. Instead, she felt the bulb of her paci gag get put back into place. Ann whimpered behind the gag and Shadow Shiho tsked at her.

“I’m sure you’d love to kiss all day baby girl, but we have somewhere to go.”

Ann cocked her head in confusion, unsure of what she meant. In all her time here she’d not once been taken out from the special nursery room. At Shiho’s command Azathoth lifted Ann up, carrying her at its side like a piece of luggage. At the same time it lifted the mental projection version of Ann up in a giant bouncer, carrying her on its opposite side.

With its two babies in tow the persona started following Shiho as she stepped beyond the huge double doors.

The Nursery Palace passed by in a blur as the quartet passed through it making sure that Ann never had time to really focus on any one thing. With nothing to focus on Ann simply hung lazily in her leather cocoon, growing bored of the “trip” as it went on. There wasn’t anything for her to do.

Amazingly the journey through the Nursery also felt incredibly long. Time was distorted in the Metaverse, and with her complete inability to move Ann had an even more twisted view on how long she’d been trapped.

Absent-mindedly she considered how nice a snack might be while she waited to arrive wherever Shiho was taking her. Amazingly enough Azathoth responded, bringing one of his dark tendrils up to the pacifier gag. Ann shouldn’t have been surprised but the persona’s appendage connected to her pacifier easily. Seconds later a sweet taste burst in her mouth, a fruity explosion of flavor that Ann was intimately familiar with. Somehow Shiho’s Persona had conjured her favorite mashed plums and was feeding them directly to her through the pacifier gag.

The thick fruity paste coated her tongue and slid down Ann’s throat with ease. She barely had to swallow. Instead, she was able to focus on enjoying the flavor while it slid directly into her stomach. A feeling of fullness hit her like a truck moments later and she was barely aware that her stomach was bulging slightly and pressing against the stiff material of her sleep sack bondage.

*Grrrmmmmbbblll*

Even through the thick layer of leather Ann caught the sound of her stomach groaning, processing the sweet mashed fruit quickly. “Too fast.” she thought. The realization that the paste was working through her bowels at lightning speeds unnerved her slightly. It made sense though. If Shadow Shiho could conjure anything, why couldn’t she make it so Ann’s favorite snack made her fill her pants moments after she ate it.

The blonde’s realization of this came on the heels of her journey ending. Azathoth stopped right as Ann’s first cramp hit, revealing her wincing face to a gigantic auditorium. In circular stands leading upward, Ann saw Shadow babies all clambering and cheering for their master’s arrival.

“Awww look at Mistress Shiho’s big babies!”

“That one is so naughty she had to be all wrapped up, I’ll bet some corner time would do her some good.”

“Hee ho look! You can see her tummy through the sack. Hee Ho I bet that diaper is gonna get really full!”

The jeers of the shadows in the crowd hit Ann’s ears with clarity as if filtered directly to her to make her even more embarrassed. With her cheeks burning she looked down at Shadow Shiho who shrugged back. “You know they’re right Baby Ann, you were just so naughty and considering how you gulped down those plums I bet you’re about to make a big stinky aren’t you?”

Something about this made the embarrassment so much worse. The blush hit her cheeks with a burning intensity, marking her face as a bright red that would have matched her Panther outfit well. She wished her arms were free just to have a chance to hide her face. For some reason though she couldn’t close her eyes and everywhere she looked she’d make eye contact with another teasing shadow, only to hear exactly what they thought of the big diaper dork.

With a pleading face Ann locked eyes with Shiho, mentally begging to be taken out of this insane voyeuristic display of her diaper messing. Shadow Shiho could obviously tell what she was thinking, Ann could see it on her face but she hardly cared. In the real world she got so few chances to adequately embarrass her shameless little. No way she would give that up now.

*RRRMMGGGGRRR*

Her stomach was determined to let her know she was about to have a messy accident, vibrating and cramping as it processed the plum paste at high speeds. Ann cringed, preparing for the first wave of mush to exit her body in the same consistency as it’d come out.

Her first shuddering fart shook the material of her diaper in a loud rustle, only covered up by the sound of two doors slamming open and the rest of the Phantom Thieves rushing in.

“The Treasure is here I can feel it!” Morgana declared.

A long moment of silence hung between everybody as the various people in the room took in the sights before them. The Thieves all had their sights on two diapered Anns suspended from the tentacles of a gigantic golden creature. Shiho now had a full view of the intruders who’d been plaguing her palace for several days. While she’d been distracted by Ann she wasn’t completely oblivious. It was obvious that something was going on.

Ann was stuck in the middle of it all, hanging helplessly while her gaze flicked between the two parties. Another rumbling fart broke the silent tension, drawing the attention of everybody back to herself.

“Y-You need to let Ann go!” Haru declared, obviously trying to break the awkwardness up a little.

At this Shadow Shiho chuckled a little, her slight amusement descending into a full-blown maniacal laugh. “Let her go?” she asked “I can never let her go! You are all trying to take her from me, you’re the reason I never see her! How dare you take my treasure!”

“Get ready,” Futaba said, “She’s going to attack.”

Ann realized what was happening: Shiho’s twisted desire hinged entirely on her being a giant baby that she wanted to defend. Her treasure wasn’t the usual trophy or object. In this instance, the owner of the palace had a person they held dear.

“I’m Shiho’s treasure.” Ann thought.

Below her Shiho directed Azathoth’s tentacles to lash out and her comrades squared off against the shadow version of her partner. Ann squirmed, feeling her bowels reach their limit.

And then she let go.

*FLLLLOOORRRRPPPP*

A mudslide of mush pushed into the back of her diaper while she grunted and moaned behind her binky gag. She wondered if the outcome of this fight really mattered that much. Would it really be so bad to live in Shiho’s palace forever as her baby?