Events of the 1 Week. (Patreon)

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Read "Happy New Year, 2020! (Pixiv:March 21, 2020)" to page 9 before reading this text story.

●Closed off nursery room●

    I was shown to a typical child’s room.  It had cute wallpaper with various colored puzzle mats and various sized stuffed toys, wooden blocks and a rattle.  There were things like Infant walkers , a rocking horse, and a slide that were obviously not child sized.  A set of large highchairs and cribs sat next to one another.  Circle mobiles slowly turned above the cribs.

    Looking closely at one of the sets, I could tell they were new.  I think it was prepared for me, knowing I’d be coming.

“You’ll be staying in this room and there are only 2 rules. 1 is that you cannot leave this room.

Well, it’ll be locked so you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to.  The other rule is you cannot stand. You can only move by crawling. Ok?”

  I thought I’d be bound with difficult rules and punished right away if those rules were broken, so for me this was disappointingly simple.

“Yes... Mama......”

    In regard to my response, Mama had a very pleased looking expression.

“You said Mama much easier than earlier. How great, you did so good.”

    She patted my head happily and seemed to be sincere rather than forced.  Not sure if watching us was unenjoyable but Yuna stepped between Mama and me.

“Mama, let’s play together!”

“Oh my, Yuna, you really need Mama’s attention don’t you.  But hold on just a little.”

    She began stroking Yuna while holding her, doing well to soothe her.

“Kagome-chan, go ahead and play with anything you want in here.  Also, let me know when you get sleepy, ok? I’ll put you in bed.”

    After Mama said this, she began playing dolls with Yuna.

(What should I do.........)

    Although in this circumstance I’ve been put in a diaper, as a baby who can’t hold their pee or poop; my mind is still an adult and there was nothing for me to do in this environment.  For the time being I observed various things around the room and noticed some things.

    Firstly, there wasn’t any writing, no matter where I looked.  Of course, no hiragana, not even the alphabet or numbers where to be found.  I thought perhaps I could check the stuffed toys’ tags, but they were cleanly cut off.  The thing I noticed next was there were basically no electronics.  There was certainly no computer or smartphone, even things like a T.V., radio or clock nowhere to be found.  To the extent of my knowledge, there was only the air-conditioning and circle mobile.  To go along with not having a clock, there were also no windows so I couldn’t tell the passage of time at all.

    That is when I realized, there wasn’t anything that “a baby can’t understand.”

    Babies can’t understand writing, and naturally don’t understand machines.  Sleeping and eating are not affected by time.  I understood the meaning of the words “life here might be a little boring,” which Mama had said.

    Little by little I began to become afraid. Afraid of the fact that I, with the senses and thinking of an adult, must live in this environment for a week...

    That's when, here in this place, the only things that came to mind that I was free to do was play with toys, pee myself and sleep.  But because of the training by Master, I can't control peeing myself by my own will and I can't go to bed to sleep without asking Mama. The only thing that I can do here that is "free" is to play.

    A short distance from me, Mama and Yuna were laughing as if they were enjoying themselves.  Seeing that I felt hopelessness.  It was totally different from the hopelessness caused by the pain and distress I got from Master.  It was a hopelessness like my soul was breaking little by little.

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●Mealtime●

    Not sure of how much time had passed when suddenly there was knocking.  That’s when Mama picked up Yuna and put her in a highchair.  She picked me up after fastening Yuna’s lap belt. Mama seemed stronger than she looked as she lifted me up smoothly and sat me in a highchair like Yuna and fastened my belt.

“Alright, time to eat. I’m going to prepare the food so wait a little, ok?”

    Mama said then unlocked the door and pulled a cart from outside where a servant must have prepared it.  On top of the cart were two baby bottles filled with milk, multiple types of vegetables made into paste and two servings of porridge.  After placing one of each on our highchair trays, she put mealtime pocketed bibs on Yuna and me.

“Ok, let’s eat. Thank you for the food.”

“Thank you for the food!”

  Mama, seeing Yuna address her food cheerfully, complimented her as usual.  After all the praising, Mama fed some porridge to Yuna and turned towards me while she was chewing.

“Kagome-chan can you do a good job saying it too?”

    Mama cheerfully smiled while urging me to address my meal.

“Thank... You for the food......”

    In contrast to Yuna, I thought she would get angry with me for speaking with a diminishing voice, but she stroked my head without breaking her smile.

“Let’s try it with a bigger voice next time, ok?”

    After saying that, she scooped up some porridge and inserted it into my mouth, as if nothing had happened.  She then fed Yuna a bite, then me again, beginning to alternately feed us.  Both the porridge and vegetable paste were lacking flavor and texture.  But I couldn’t beat the hunger and I continued to eat every single thing Mama gave me.  In the end, the baby bottle was pushed into my mouth and I semi-forced to drink it.  A few drops of milk smiled from my mouth and ran down my cheek, most likely because I wasn’t used to drinking from a baby bottle.

(Getting my mouth dirty with milk...... I feel like I’m a baby......)

    After shamefully finishing drinking the milk, thanks were said and Mama began to clean up.  She wiped our mouths clean, took off the bibs and placed them on the cart together with the tableware.  She locked the door after putting the cart outside and undid the highchair belts, putting us down on the floor again.

    And then “play time” started once again.

●Photoshoot●

    When we had our meals after several times in those circumstances, Mama seemed so happy.

“Yuna-chan, the romper with the same pattern as the mascot from the amusement park we went to recently just got here. I had one made for Kagome-chan too, so after we finish eating, let’s take some pictures!”

“Ok!”

    In contrast to the two of them happily talking, I was exhausted from life here.  How long has it been since I got here...  How many more days do I have to stay here...

    The pain and fear of seeing no end to this gradually started to make me go crazy.  There was also one more problem.  My body’s ache. Before coming here, Master gave me sexual pleasure more than once a day.  Pleasure by direct stimulation to my genitals, pleasure by the mental stimulation from shame, pleasure by release of excretion after being forced to hold it in, etc.  But there hasn’t been even one of those since coming here.  Mama won’t give any sexual stimulation to either Yuna or me, and if she found me moving or trying to sexually please myself, she’d stop me right away.  I was able to get a slight stimulation while I made it look like I was playing on the rocking horse, but that amount just amplified the ache.

    Sometime after finishing eating, there was a knock at the door.  Mama opened the door and accepted something.

“Alright, now lets get changed and take some pictures!”

    Mama took off our rompers and put on the ones she received.  Both of our romper’s patterns had white polka dots but Yuna’s was pink and mine was red. In addition, she put on us headbands, gloves and knee socks, in that order.

“You two look so nice. Ok, now let’s put the stuffed toys we bought at the amusement park in the back...”

    Mama quickly created an environment for taking photos.  I could tell which amusement park they went to by the lined up stuffed toys to the small accessories and rompers we were dressed in.  It’s a place I’ve been to many times when I was a student.  I’m surprised she took a girl with a butt inflated by a diaper to that amusement park.  I think she must have hid the diaper with a long skirt or something so it wouldn’t be seen but I’m sure they had to find somewhere in the park for a diaper change, more than once.  In such a crowded place like that......

    While thinking of that, Mama had finished preparations and had the camera ready.

“Come on, both of you smile, smile!”

  In response to Mama’s words, Yuna excitedly faced the camera and began to wave her hands.  In contrast to Yuna, I had no energy to raise my head and found one point to stare at, exhausted.

“Kagome-chan what’s wrong? Is someone in a bad mood?”

“.........”

“Oh well... It can’t be helped. Alright then, going to take another picture~”

    She started the photoshoot seeming to have given up on my reaction.  The clicking of the camera’s shutter echoed in the room and I felt like it could be heard from somewhere far away.

    Even after the photoshoot ended, the two of them spoke of their memories at the amusement park for a while.  Watching the two of them, Mama seemed to have remembered something and opened the door to ask the servant for something.  A few minutes passed and the servant brought in a few pictures that were taken at the amusement park.  I looked at the photos and was speechless.

“Eh... Is this......”

    It was a picture of the mascot, Mama and Yuna.  In the photo was Yuna, who was wearing a skirt-less type of romper.  Her bottom seemed enlarged from the diaper, with her white thighs extending out from her crotch.  She held a pacifier in her mouth and had a large bib hanging on her chest.

“Ma, Mama......  Yuna went to the amusement park like this?”

“What’s wrong with it? Yuna is a baby who can’t take off a diaper so there’s nothing wrong with what she’s wearing, is there?

    Mama said as if it was in fact, natural.

“But... Yuna wasn’t embarrassed?”

“Why?”

    When turning to talk to Yuna, she stared blankly as if she had no idea what was strange about it.

“Why... Because you went outside wearing this?”

“I’m Mama’s baby.  Of course I’m going to wear the clothes Mama picks out for me.”

(What is it...... We don’t seem to be on the same page......)

    I’m the only minority here.  I’m correct in my way of thinking but almost fell into the illusion that I was wrong.  Even the other pictures were the same, a smiling Yuna in a romper.  But after looking at a few pictures I realized something.

(There aren’t any other people...)

    I was so focused on Yuna in her romper that I didn’t notice that in every photo, no one else was pictured but Mama, Yuna and the park employee.

“Was it that the park was rented out......”

“Yes. Of course I wouldn’t recklessly bring Yuna out like that in front of people.  That day I fully rented out the amusement park and enjoyed it to the fullest with Yuna. It was really great.”

(To go as far as renting out a large-scale amusement park, where there would normally be a lot of customers......)

    I couldn’t hide my astonishment to the fact that Mama’s power and assets were far more than what I had imagined.

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●Spirit’s about to break●

    I have absolutely no idea how many days have passed since I got here.  My soul was so weak that I even longed for the tasteless meals and my face was stuck on a half-smile due to extreme mental fatigue.  In this state, it wouldn’t be strange if my spirit broke.  I even began to think that on the contrary, this actually might be easier if it did.  After reaching this state I finally understood how Yuna was able to always be smiling the way she did.  Undoubtedly, Yuna’s spirit was broken by Mama.

    In an environment with nothing, the only person to do something for you is Mama.  If that circumstance was to continue, one would start to want stimulation.  That stimulation was “being praised” by Mama.  Mama praises you right away, even for the littlest of things.  If so, then as long as you did exactly want Mama says or wants, you’ll get praised even more.  No need to think. Because all you have to do is what you’re told.  If that life were to continue for months or even years, one might likely end up like Yuna.

    My fear of Mama suddenly swelled up.

(I’m scared...... If this continues my spirit will be broken someday......)

    While I was paralyzed in fear, there was a knock at the door.  When Mama opened the door, Master entered the room.

“I’m back Kagome. What’s this, you seem more exhausted than I expected.”

    I stared at Master’s face blankly for a while, not understanding what was happening.

“What’s wrong?  Is there something on my face?”

    Little by little my normal thinking returned.  And then the moment I understood the situation, endless tears overflowed.  I couldn’t stop crying from the sense of liberation from this life and the relief of getting away from Mama.  I raised my voice, heaving and began to sob while clinging on to Master.  I was like a lost child who cries with relief after finding their mother.

    I couldn’t stop crying at all, so Master picked me up and brought me all the way to the car.
After securing me in the back child car seat for adults, Master and Mama finished some simple greetings.  Then after the exchange, Master got into the car and drove straight towards home.  On the car ride home, the tears wouldn’t stop, and I continued to cry but Master said nothing, looking straight on and continuing to drive. I think she was likely waiting for me to stop crying and calm down.