The Diaper Lover's Arcana Part 2

The Priestess Arcana in tarot represents wisdom, patience, and mystery. Fuuka Yamagishi found herself thinking about this as she backed into a nearby wall, and how far she’d drifted from these characteristics within herself. The events that lead her here flashed through her mind. In retrospect, it made sense why this was happening and how it was entirely her fault. As Mitsuru Kijiro approached her menacingly from the middle of the room, she found that she had no one to blame but herself. Before this, she’d previously personified the aspects of the arcana well, especially when she worked with S.E.E.S. as their tactical support. When she entered college, she didn’t have that same responsibility, and could live out her days as a normal student. The lack of excitement ended up being a slight double edge sword however. One could say her card had reversed because she’d seemingly forgotten herself in pursuit of a singular goal: diapers.

When Mitsuru had originally let her know about Yukari’s “issues” it brought a sort of awakening within the quiet girl. Her curiosity focused around the mysterious need for diapers bloomed quickly and that night she started scouring the internet for information. Shortly after she discovered a group of like-minded individuals who had the same ideas as her, all wondering what it would be like to be padded and even cared for like a baby. Ever since then the chance to explore beyond simple fantasy never arrived, but now ,after her and the remainder of S.E.E.S. fought Erebus and survived the Abyss of Time, she couldn’t help but to start sneaking a diaper or two from Yukari’s stash to try it for herself.

Now, years later, Fuuka had formed a habit of stealing multiple diapers a week. She hoped that it wasn't enough for somebody to notice, but each time she felt like she had to take more than one. Her inner urges seemed to demand it.

Each time she was forced to wear them, Fuuka found the fabric of the panties to be annoyingly thin and offered none of the fantastic plushness of diapers. She yearned for that soft crinkle between her legs. Occasionally she had thoughts about the alternate sources for her guilty pleasure, but her desire for ease always won out in the end. Procuring diapers for herself or even asking Mitsuru for a supply both seemed too embarrassing in the long run. Instead, she just decided it best to steal from a known source, one where if she was careful she wouldn’t get caught.

It was on one such trip that she noticed the plush comfortable diapers were downgraded to annoyingly thin pull-ups. With no other options Fuuka tried them on, but her disappointment at the difference was immeasurable. They couldn't compare to the wonderful thickness of the full-sized adult diapers and she hated them even more than her normal underwear. To Fuuka, they felt like a false promise.

Without realizing it she’d let her cravings take over and started to look for ways to sabotage her friend. As long as Yukari was kept in diapers Fuuka would also secretly have access to all she could ever want. For a time no opportunities presented themselves. In fact, in her latest few weeks under Minato’s care Yukari had done well in her potty re-training and Fuuka was beginning to grow increasingly worried. It was looking like her stash was going to run dry and she’d have to find a new source of crinkly enjoyment if the pair kept it up.

Luckily, she didn’t actually have to incite anything. Yukari ended up sabotaging herself during a class the pair shared. Fuuka was taking notes intently when the tell-tale dripping sound of water hitting plastic interrupted her thought process. When she looked over and spotted her friend shaking and caught the acrid smell of urine filling the room she knew exactly what was happening. Yukari had wet herself during the lecture and Fuuka, thinking quickly, lept into action.

She led the shaken panty wetter out of the classroom, comforting her the whole way. The cruel trick came when she brought Yukari to her dominant controller in the library, Mitsuru, like a cat returning with caught prey. The next day the magical cabinet full of diapers was refilled with plenty of plush padding. Just like that, she was back to her routine of stealing diapers and Yukari was back in padding almost full-time as per Mitsuru’s command.

Now, weeks later, Fuuka was making her usual thieving trip, pulling out a slightly larger stack of diapers from the cabinet. The folded plastic shells crinkled as she pulled out a small stack of three diapers and Fuuka let out a sigh of relief as her fingers dug into the nappy stuffed full of pulpy plush material.

She’d run out of padding a few days ago and found herself aching for more almost immediately. She’d been forced to wait for a few days now and it was making her antsy. There was only one opportunity each week where she knew Yukari and Mitsuru would be in classes while she didn’t have any. She knew better than to risk going at any other time, lest she get caught.

Still, as she stood in her friend’s room, Fuuka had a moment where she considered the ramifications of her actions. Sure, this was a strange violation of Yukari's privacy, but she was worse than a snoop at that moment, nothing more than a thief. She shook the invasive guilt out of her head putting her mind to the more prevalent and somewhat frightening task at hand.

“I can’t believe I’m about to take this step…” Fuuka said shakily, absconding from the room with her treasures shoved in her bag. Knowing about Yukari’s actual need for diapers because of the strain her persona took on her body had Fuuka secretly wishing for the same. No matter how hard she tried she was never able to overcome the mental hurdle of potty training and it frustrated her greatly.

Because she’d never been able to bring herself to using her diapers Fuuka instead tried to simulate the sensation with warm water and oatmeal. She found herself enjoying it immensely, but based on what she’d read on forum boards online it just wasn’t the same. She wanted that experience of pushing, to feel a stream of urine pour from her body and into her padding.

In her search for a solution, she’d stumbled upon a selection of files created by a hypnotist that made the bold claim that if Fuuka listened to them while she slept she’d actually need diapers. She was mostly skeptical at the proposition, but on the off chance it worked, she figured she might as well give it a try.

She entered her dorm room with a giddy expression, placing her bag of stolen padding on her desk’s chair and pulling one of the crinkly pink nappies out. She’d gone days without a diaper on at this point and was thrilled to be able to go back into a comfortable nappy. *ziiiip*  With a deft hand she undid her pleated skirt, leaving only her turtleneck and simple panties. The diaper in her hand rustled as she unfolded it, and Fuuka made slow and deliberate movements, enjoying the sound itself as much as the act.

Not many people got to see this side of her, the excitement that tended to only be shown in her private moments because of how reserved Fuuka was outwardly. This was especially true with her diaper fixation, as she was terrified that people might discover her obsession.

With a wiggle of her hips she slipped her panties down her legs, leaving her bottom bare but not for long. A healthy covering of baby oil and talcum powder coated her nethers before Fuuka dropped her bottom onto the open diaper she’d placed on her bed.

“Ahhhh.” she sighed, feeling a wave of relaxation run up through her body. There was something so comforting about the padding that Fuuka couldn’t fully describe, but the second she pulled the front and back of the diaper up around her she felt safe. It was an all-encompassing relief that she chased on a daily basis.

With her diaper in place, Fuuka found herself unable to hold back her anticipation any longer. She rushed to her computer, clicking open the file she’d purchased with enthusiasm. She brought the laptop to her bedside table and plugged in her headphones after locking the door to her dorm. With her computer all set up, the only thing left to do was change into her pajamas.

The shirt she pulled from the drawer was perfect for bedtime, but the accompanying shorts were far too small to fit over her padding. Fuuka knew this and tossed them back into the drawer. The night that she’d spent trying to squeeze them over the bulk of her diaper was one that still made her blush crimson hues. The small shorts couldn’t even squeeze over the bulky padding that surrounded her bottom and caused it to bunch up pointlessly until she finally gave up.

Her nightly sleeping clothes had become a comfortable shirt and her thick pink padding whenever she had a diaper to sleep in. On the nights she had to go without, her sleep was fitful and rest eluded her. She found herself thankful that tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. She dropped onto her comforter, causing the cover to billow up around her. With her head squarely on the pillow all that was left was to slip the headphones over her ears and nestle down into slumber.

Through her headphones, soft violin staccato plinked in the form of a familiar childish tune. Fuuka wanted to keep an open mind about the process–the file had instructed her to do so for maximum results. She took in deep, calm breaths trying to calm the whirling storm in her mind. It was currently running wild with the possibilities that this might bring, the thoughts of what she could achieve in her diapered misadventures if this hypnosis worked. Oh, how badly she wanted it to!

She worried for a moment that she might be too excited to allow this audiotrack to do its work, but when a gentle female voice spoke along with the soft plucking of string instruments her body went limp on the blanket. The voice itself instructed Fuuka to release her thoughts, to drop them like toys on the floor.

“...Like toys on the floor…” she repeated dreamily, feeling the soft music of bow hitting string wash away her erratic thoughts.

“Now,” said the track, “Listen very carefully and look inward. Look all around at your thoughts on the ground. Can you see them?”

“Yes,” Fuuka replied mechanically, slipping away under the subliminal music.

“Very good!” the audio file cheered, “Now I want you to take all those thoughts, those dropped toys, and gather them up for me. It looks like there’s ten total, we’re going to put them one by one in a biiig toy chest so we have a clear space to implant all the wonderful thoughts today.”

Fuuka nodded and imagined the scene before her exactly as the voice described. She wrangled the frantic balls of thought into her imaginary arms, bringing them one by one to be locked away for the process.

“I’m going to count each thought as you put it away,” the voice said, “and I want you to count along with me.”

The audio file started at ten. One by one Fuuka started to drop her thoughts into the chest, counting along and feeling her grip on consciousness weaken while her dream got stronger. This continued all the way to number five where the audio file changed its tactic.

“Five, you feel yourself drifting now, falling under the spell of my voice.” it said.

Without thinking, she repeated the phrase, “Five, I feel myself drifting now, falling under the spell of your voice.”

“Four, as you slip away, so does your grip on your continence.”

“As I slip away, so does my grip on my continence.” she repeated, her mind simply accepting this as reality. There wasn’t even thought of concern this far in. Fuuka wanted this to be her life and that’s why the hypnosis worked so well.

“Three, you will wet your diapers.”

Deeper and deeper Fuuka went, falling under the file’s spell. “I will wet my diapers…” she sighed breathily

“Two, you will mess your diapers.”

She felt a slightly flustered feeling overtake her as her cheeks burned red. “I will mess my diapers.” she said, burning with embarrassment but not understanding why.

“One, you will need diapers after listening to this and you will accept them as part of your life.”

“I will need diapers after listening to this and I will accept them as part of my life,” she said, feeling a sense of serenity wash over her momentarily as the hypnosis took its full hold.

“Zero.”

Just like that Fuuka’s cognizance faded away, leaving her completely at the mercy of the file while she drifted away to sleep. Bits and pieces invaded her dreams as she lay there, but she never caught the whole picture, only a spiraling image and words on the edge of understanding.

As she slept, a moment where an immense fullness pushed against her abdomen overtook her, a pressure that felt like she was at a bursting point. Even while sleeping, she could feel herself tossing and turning before it subsided suddenly and was replaced with a pleasant warmth that fell over her like a blanket, leaving a cozy haze over her mind while she snoozed. She could not have anticipated the new world that awaited her when morning came hours later.

“Ngh, nooo...” Fuuka said as she awoke. She was never much of a morning person, and this morning was no different. Well, almost no different. Her eyes fluttered at the morning light pouring in past her curtains and she tried to resist her body’s natural instincts to get up, turning over to escape the offending light. When she did, a squelching sound emanated from around her waist and a weight shifted against her bottom, bringing a mass of cold pulpy core against her.

“EEK!” she yelped, bolting upright and sinking into the soiled padding of her diaper. She threw off the covers of her blanket to reveal the distended plastic shell and stained padding of her nappy. “I-It worked!” Fuuka exclaimed, jumping out of her bed and feeling the dipping crotch of her diaper sag heavily beneath her, pulled down by the weight of what felt to her like several wettings.

“I can’t believe this is only after one listen,” she said, feeling the dipping crotch squish against her palm as she cupped it. “I flooded it!” Fuuka couldn’t hide the giddiness of her tone as she gave a little excited leap into the air.

She could still remember the warmth from her dream and imagined that same pleasant feeling spreading and filling the space between her thighs with waterlogged padding that dipped down low. Now the clammy feeling left her craving a change despite her enjoyment of the situation.

As she ripped away the tapes of her diaper, Fuuka found herself sighing and speaking out to the empty room around her. “I wish I didn’t have to do this myself.” she said wistfully, “Maybe if I asked nicely Mitsuru-Senpai would change me.” The thought was quickly laughed away as she realized that would require her to actually talk to her senpai about her diaper usage. After hearing about some of Yukari’s punishments, that route was probably a little too extreme for her.

The clean-up ended up taking longer than she'd originally thought, making her wish more and more that she had help with a change. “I’ll bet it’s easier for Yukari,” she mused, taping up a new diaper carefully, “Minato or Mitsuru just pulls her aside and takes care of it. If only I could let go and have somebody do it all for me…”

After a long moment of her thoughts drifting about the ease of diapered life, Fuuka realized that she was running late and would need to rush to make it to her class. After a quick check to make sure she had everything, the teal-haired girl rushed out of her dorm, her crinkly bottom shaking back and forth due to the pace of her step.

She ended up making good time and was walking through the quad of the university toward her class before she knew it. She heaved a sigh of relief as she slowed her pace, knowing that she now had time and didn’t need to rush.

As she walked, enjoying the beautiful, slightly brisk morning, the timid girl caught sight of the deep red of Mitsuru’s hair. Her friend had her back turned away and was seemingly talking to someone in the middle of the quad. Fuuka moved forward, intending to say hi, but noticed who her senpai was talking to as she walked up.

It was none other than Yukari who looked to be shrinking little by little as Mitsuru spoke to her. Fuuka veered away from them quickly, hiding behind a nearby pillar so that she could catch some of the conversation for herself.

“Listen Takeba, I know you’ve been changing yourself,” Mitsuru said sternly, “I keep track of your diapers, as does Minato. There are far more being used than we can account for.”

Yukari seemed appalled at the accusation from what Fuuka could see, but remained meek in her senpai’s presence. “I-I didn’t, I haven’t! I don’t know what’s happening but it’s not me I swear.”

Mitsuru shook her head. “Are you saying they’re getting up and walking away? Maybe somebody is stealing them?”

Fuuka stiffened at that statement, the fact that Mitsuru had found the truth so quickly concerned her greatly. “Oh no! She knows! I’m going to have to find a new source, or even worse, stop wearing diapers.” To her neither were good options, and she didn’t want to even consider the inconvenience.

Luckily her fears were whisked away with the redhead’s next statement. “It’s all ridiculous Takeba, I won’t have you lying to me. By my count over the course of three weeks, eleven diapers have gone missing. Who knows how many before that. My only solution is to count each one as a daytime usage, that’s three negative points per diaper.”

Fuuka watched her friend’s face fall and then twist into an angry glare. Yukari stamped her foot, “That’s not fair!” she shouted, “I didn’t change myself, not once, and counting them like that means I’d go down to level—”

“Forty-eight,” Mitsuru interrupted calmly, “I know, but that’s the consequence for the severity of your actions now isn’t it? I suppose that also means you’ll be moving into the nursery we built for you.”

Fuuka desperately wanted to stay and hear more, but checking her phone for the time informed her that she was, once again, late. She hurried away from the scene and towards her class. Still, the conversation she’d witnessed dominated her thoughts for the rest of the day.

The pair discussing Yukari’s diapers publically wasn’t a new phenomenon. Mitsuru had actually marched the brunette off-campus wearing a skirt that couldn’t cover her doubled-up padding earlier in the year. However, something about this conversation struck Fuuka personally.

She didn’t want to admit her part in getting her friend in trouble at first, but when she thought about it, the whole situation was without a doubt her fault and part of her felt bad. The other part was relieved though. Not only did she not get caught for her transgressions, but it looked like now her supply of diapers was safe.

“As long as Yukari stays diapered, so do I…” she thought, ignoring the lecture in front of her.

With her nappy supply secure, Fuuka turned her attention back to the hypnosis. Because her initial exploration had gone so well Fuuka decided to double down on the files, going out of her way to purchase a whole program from the same person based on the results she’d experienced already. The regiment of hypnosis not only eroded her continence, but also made her more comfortable with her padding in general.

Fuuka already had a love of diapers, but the idea of the world finding that out both excited and terrified her more than she could express verbally. Though she couldn't explain it herself it was likely that this thrill would replace the excitement she found exploring Tartarus with her friends.

The hypnosis helped greatly in that regard, likely more than Fuuka had planned for. She was meant to listen to the files when she went to bed each night, cycling through all five over the course of a week with two rest days. Her first three nights went well, waking up each morning to find a soggy diaper waiting for her. At no point did her joy in that discovery diminish, Fuuka being thrilled to see that she’d wet the bed each and every time.

It was a fantastic feeling waking up wet, but a problem in her routine quickly arose. Fuuka hadn’t considered the long-term issue with her repeated diaper usage: she was going through her crinkly treasures much faster now. Normally she’d space out the times when she’d wear to make them last longer but with the threat of wetting the bed every time she listened to her hypnosis file, she couldn’t risk not going to bed padded.

It was on day four that Fuuka made the disappointing discovery that she had no padding to wear for the whole day. With a sigh she pulled on a pair of panties and left her dorm, heading to classes. There was a brief consideration that maybe she could skip her lectures for the day and drop in to steal more diapers from Yukari’s room, but she quickly decided against it. it wasn't a safe day for such a trip and she'd rather not risk it.

Instead, that night she went to bed in her annoyingly unprotective sleep shorts, leaving the headphones off to avoid a nighttime accident. Her rest, like usual when she was undiapered, proved to be elusive and fitful. During her short time exploring hypnosis, Fuuka had apparently grown dependent on the soft tunes and affirming voices to drift away. Only after several hours of tossing and turning did she finally fall asleep. Even then her dreams felt more exhausting than restful, with visions of tipping water glasses and waterfalls filling her mind rather than the calming ideas the audio files filled her head with.

For once Fuuka was glad to stir awake the next morning, groaning due to the poor quality of that night’s rest. “Ugh, I think I’ve had better nights of sleep after exploring Tartarus…” she groaned, pushing her torso off the bed. As she moved there was a noticeable squelch beneath her. While recently it wasn’t a sound she’d consider as odd, it resonated with her now because of her un-diapered state.

Throwing her comforter away revealed a large wet spot beneath her bottom and released a pungent smell into the rest of the room. “I-I-I wet the bed!?” Fuuka exclaimed in bewilderment, pressing her hand into the sheet to see if it was real. The damp spot had a slight clamminess to it and the acrid stench of urine.

Apparently the hypnosis was doing its job–even if she missed a night, she’d still have an accident. Fuuka had lost her bladder control while sleeping! "I-I can't stop it now can I?" she asked aloud, not expecting an answer, "If I can't stop it while I'm sleeping will the same happen while I'm awake." A creeping fear drifted up her spine as she considered the reality that she may need the diapers more than she wanted them.

With that revelation she gathered up her sheets, leaving them in a pile by her door. In her panic Fuuka did her best to clean up the wet stain on her mattress but was woefully underprepared, instead choosing to just flip it for convenience. After cleaning herself Fuuka rushed out of her room and down the hall, heading for the laundry room and praying nobody was using it this early. While her washing her sheets wasn't inherently odd, the smell of her accident would be extremely obvious, and in her rushing mind she was sure somebody would put the pieces together that she was a timid little bedwetter.

Walking in revealed one student shifting their laundry. "Nooooo." Fuuka whined internally, rushing for the nearest washer only to find it occupied along with the one next to it all the way down to the one the student was moving out of.

"I'll be out of here in just a minute." they said upon seeing Fuuka standing there, waiting nervously.

Fuuka nodded, clutching her sheets and trying to wish the smell of her accident away along with the prevalent dark spot that she wished would disappear. "Oh no," she thought, "they know, they're looking at me and they know! I'm going to have to explain the Accident I'一"

"Done," the student said, turning away, "It's all yours."

In a panic Fuuka shoved the sheets into the washer and slammed it shut, starting the machine and running out of the room before anything else could occur. She turned and made straight for Yukari's dorm, threat of exposure be damned: this could not happen again.

A gentle knock at her friend’s door yielded no answer and Fuuka tried the doorknob slowly only to find that it was, in fact, unlocked. “Yes!” she said quietly, pushing open the door and walking into the room. The dorm she entered was silent and empty, off to one side Yukari’s bed sat untouched and neatly made.

Fuuka noted the drifting dust and the undisturbed air in the room. “I don’t think anybody’s been here for days,” she said to herself, making for the cabinet across the space, “did Mitsuru-senpai do something? Where could she be?” These worries continued as she reached the stash of diapers Fuuka hoped to plunder from. She was pleased to find the cabinet fully stoked with two completely unopened cases at the bottom along with several loose diapers.

She found herself insanely pleased by her incredible luck and snatched up the packages immediately. “But wait…” she thought to herself, “I’ve been trying to hold back all this time and Mitsuru noticed, so I’m sure she’ll also catch on if two whole cases are missing.” The thought was intrusive to her greedy mind but not unfounded. “On the other hand, it doesn’t look like anybody has been here for days and Mitsuru did mention something about Yukari going to a nursery. Maybe this whole room is abandoned.”

Looking around also revealed that the potty chart had disappeared from the wall in front of her confirming the theory that her friend was indeed gone. “I can’t believe it…” she said, “These are all mine then!” As quickly as she could, Fuuka gathered together all of her new supplies, including some of the bottles and onesies stashed in the nearby dresser. She tried to shove them into her bag, but when they didn’t fit she settled for lugging two or so small garbage bags instead.

The teal-haired student ended up shuffling back to her room with enough diapers to last her almost two months and a small stash of new and exciting toys. From the corner, as she closed the door, the aperture of a video camera clicked and whirred, zooming in to catch her escape.

Fuuka’s adventures in hypnotism continued in earnest now that she had a strong stockpile of diapers to back up her continued usage. With the upcoming audio files, she’d need them. That very next night the file encouraged messing, meaning the timid girl woke up with a very mushy tush to match her soaked diaper. This was, again, much to her delight.

The new accessories she’d gotten from Yukari’s room proved to be invaluable as well. Popping a pacifier in before bed or donning a onesie underneath her normal outfit when paired with her nightly hypnosis helped her grow bolder and bolder with her public wearing. Normally when Fuuka decided to be diapered out of her dorm she stuck to the places she needed to be, fearing discovery if she wandered out and about for too long. Now she didn’t care in the slightest, the cute ruffled onesies trapped under her turtleneck making her feel secure, especially cradling her padding as they did. She even hiked her skirt up above her knees, abandoning her previous worries about short hems revealing her diaper.

Her newfound boldness was not without its consequences however. Several incidents caused her to think she should be more careful about her activities, but the overriding power of her hypnosis quickly sent these thoughts away on a nightly basis.

Her first big stumble came while she was sitting and studying opposite Mitsuru in the library. Fuuka had enlisted the redhead to help with a class because she'd been having some trouble with the subject matter. She knew her senpai had gone through the class before and decided to ask out of desperation.

As they sat concentrating at a table in silence, Mitsuru leaned in close, whispering a detailed explanation of some subject or another. Fuuka meanwhile bit her lip and tried hard to focus on the conversation while worrying about her situation. Underneath her tights and skirt sat a diaper, tightly held against her by not only the sheer tights but also a pink snap crotch onesie with the words “Pamper Priestess” across the bottom. It’d made her laugh at the time but now she wished she’d just worn a normal pair of panties to the meeting.

She wasn’t sure what, but something was bothering her internally, a feeling she couldn’t describe was making her intensely uncomfortable. She was practically squirming in her chair because of it.

Mitsuru, noticing the strange action, pointed this out with a slightly annoyed tone. “Are you okay Yamagishi?” she asked bluntly, staring her up and down.

Fuuka blushed at her unintentional squirming and tried to keep her fidgeting form still. “Y-Yes Senpai, I’m fine, s-sorry.”

Mitsuru nodded and returned to her explanation, but Fuuka’s discomfort continued up until the moment where she recognized the feeling of building pressure. However, the moment realization dawned on her was the moment the sensation released suddenly.

Fuuka felt heat pouring into her diaper and spreading through its pulpy core. Outwardly a loud hiss filled the quiet library followed by the crinkling of her diaper expanding. An involuntary relieved sigh escaped her lips. She jolted upright, pushing her hands into her skirt and wishing she could stop. “I can’t be peeing!” she thought, “I-I didn’t even realize I had to go and now that I am, I can’t stop it!” Her body refused to halt the steady flow that caused her diaper to bloat little by little, pushing into her clothes as it swelled.

Her visible stiffening earned a concerned look from Mitsuru and when she noticed it Fuuka blushed, realizing just how obvious she’d been. “Yamagishi,” Mitsuru started, placing her hand on Fuuka’s thigh, just above the still filling crotch of her padding, “is there something you want to tell me?”

Fuuka jumped up and left the library in a hurried panic, unsure of what else to do. “It’sfinebutI’vegottago!” she shouted behind her, running all the way back to her dorm. Once inside the safety of her room she slammed the door behind her and snatched up the pink pacifier she’d stolen earlier. Sucking on the rubber teat provided her immediate comfort, a wave of which cooled the burning embarrassment of her first daytime uncontrollable accident occurring in front of Mitsuru.

“I just… let go,” she thought, still processing the situation for herself, “I can’t believe the audio files are working that well. I couldn’t even process that I had to pee, let alone stop it when the time came.”

She unzipped her skirt to examine her now soggy padding which was held tightly against her by her clothes. It bulged out around her waist, its round shape held in place by her tights. “I can’t believe I might actually need diapers now, it’s… it’s… it’s…” Fuuka’s giddiness crept up in the form of a smile behind her pacifier, “Perfect!” she exclaimed out loud.

Almost two weeks later Fuuka was more consistently filling her diapers, even having several messy accidents within moments of entering her room. Her ability to hold it or even tell that she had to go had dwindled down to almost nothing, leaving her with several close calls. The embarrassment of being almost caught by her senpai didn’t stop the incidents of almost publicly revealing herself either. Fuuka wanted to get more comfortable with her diapered status. With the nightly hypnosis to reinforce it, her comfort and eventual carelessness grew.

Two days later, in the middle of a class, Fuuka sat with padding that was already sopping wet having had an accident at the beginning of the lecture. The distraction of her squishy diaper was broken when her professor stated something with an importance that indicated it’d appear on a test. Fuuka reached for her pen to take note as she returned to reality only to accidentally push it to the floor.

She sighed, getting out of her chair and stepping towards her writing utensil. Without thinking of the size of her skirt or the bulky nappy underneath she bent down, an action that elicited a groan from her stomach. In one swift move, as her fingers stretched for the pencil a small fart followed by a squishy wave pushed into the back of her padding.

“EEP!” She exclaimed loudly, still bending at the waist and exposing her diapered rear to the person behind her.

Whoever it was stammered slightly, and realizing just what she was doing Fuuka snatched up her pencil and sat back down in her seat in a flash, squishing her accident against her bottom. “I-I can’t believe they saw!” she thought, “It-it’s not stopping either, I still am, ugh, going…”

Sitting in the chair left no room for the still-growing pile of mush and briefly slowed the accident, but her body still demanded to evacuate. Fuuka raised her rump off the chair ever so slightly, giving the embarrassing accident room to fill. Her diaper sagged as she deposited wave after messy wave for what felt like forever, letting out a sigh of relief when her body stopped. Out of exhaustion, she placed her newly filled nappy back against the wooden chair.

Fuuka expected to cringe about the situation but she didn’t. The embarrassment of being seen bothered her far more than the rising smell of her accident. Luckily the class ended shortly after.

She moved to pack away her things in a hurry so that she could leave and change, but stole a quick look back to the person who’d been sitting in the spot she’d accidentally flashed. As she turned her head she caught Minato pivoting his gaze away suddenly, pretending like he’d not been looking.

“No!” Fuukka exclaimed mentally, unable to believe her atrocious luck, “I could avoid anybody else, but what if he tells somebody we both know!?” She considered addressing the issue with him, to either clear it up or find out what he knew, but the weight of her sagging padding caused her to decide against it. She chose instead to just leave and change her packed pamper.

Her negligence even extended beyond her diapers. She left her dorm one day wearing a skirt over one of the onesies she’d taken. Fuuka only realized this halfway through the day, despite the embarrassing outward appearance of white lace ruffles on the sleeves and thin striped fabric that hugged tight to her body. She was glad that nobody ended up commenting even after she attended two different classes, but wondered how their perception might have changed.

Even today she'd made a simple mistake, one that she was sure Mitsuru had caught thinking back on it. She'd sat down at a table and unpacked her lunch from her backpack. It was a simple lunchbox and a bottle of tea and Fuuka set both on the table prominently, not even realizing that anything was amiss. It was only after several drinks that she recognized the rubber nipple in her mouth wasn’t normal. Looking down her eyes went wide as she realized that she’d packed a baby bottle instead of a normal water bottle. She'd even hallowed her cheeks to drink from it several times like suckling from it was the most normal thing in the world. She hurriedly packed the bottle away, looking around to see if anybody had caught the scene for themselves.

She was glad to see that nobody had and let out a sigh of relief. “Every day I slip more and more,” she thought to herself, “I’m becoming outwardly babyish, I’m going to get caught if I’m not careful. Still, I-I can’t stop, each time is so...exhilarating!”

Fuuka’s cheeks flushed again at the thought and she relished in her not-so-private secret for a moment. Her concentration was quickly broken by someone claiming the seat in front of her, causing her to jump. Mitsuru’s gaze landed on Fuuka with an intensity she could not have anticipated.

“S-Senpai!” Fuuka exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”

Mitsuru maintained her silence for a moment before her face shifted, portraying softer emotions. “Actually, I think I could use your help, Yukari has pretty much given up on her potty re-training. Do you think you could help me with her punishment to get her back on track?” the redhead asked.

Fuuka was surprised as it was rare for Mitsuru to ask for help of any kind, but to speak so candidly about Yukari’s condition here in a public space seemed unusual. For her to think that Fuuka would have any insight into punishment also seemed strange. While she did have some ideas, some that even excited her, she couldn’t understand how Mitsuru would know that.

Not wanting to seem rude the timid student agreed but prefaced her yes by letting the redhead know that she wasn’t sure how she could help.

“Excellent.” Mitsuru said plainly, leaving her chair, “Please follow me then.”

Fuuka, fearing what further questioning may bring, obliged and pushed her lunchbox into her bag with the still half-full bottle and her emergency changing supplies.

She and Mitsuru took a short walk somewhere off campus till they reached a red brick building with heavy double doors. As they entered Fuuka could swear the air around them shimmered and moved. She couldn’t quite place what’d caused it, but it left her with a strange feeling like the world around her was being viewed through a fog.

The room around the pair was painted a muted dark blue with a soft white and black checkered carpet covering the floor. In trim all along the top and bottom of the walls, the phases of the moon endlessly repeated, giving the space the same feel as a child’s bedroom.

In the middle of the floor sat a massive car seat and strapped into it was a very distressed-looking Yukari eyeing the pair with panic. A pacifier looked to be strapped into her mouth, which kept her from talking. She wore a bonnet that matched a pink satin dress along with a brown stained white diaper that was smushed against her by the straps of the seat.

“Mitsuru-senpai,” Fuuka said, fear creeping into her voice, “What is this place? It feels wrong.”

The redhead looked at Fuuka with the same intensity as before, glaring at her. “This is the Meta-Nursery.”

Fuuka’s blood ran cold and she started to back away towards the door. “The w-what?” she asked shakily.

“This place was created by your and Yukari’s distorted diaper-loving desires. The metaverse itself is a realization of the cognition of the people of the world. The researchers at the Kijiro group discovered it a few months back. I got to talk to several other Persona users who are used to traveling here. They say that normally Persona users can’t create places in the metaverse and it confused me how this may have come into being. It wasn’t until I saw you stealing diapers from Yukari’s room on my camera that I understood.”

Fuuka was appalled: there was so much information being thrown at her she continued to try and walk away, but Mitsuru was stepping closer and closer, closing the distance quickly. Despite her calm tone, her furious energy filled the room. “I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about.” Fuuka stammered, lying blatantly. Her reversal was stopped suddenly by something that felt like a wall. It was there, pressed against the wall, that she thought about how bad the lie was, and where she recounted the events up to this point. If Mitsuru knew she’d been stealing diapers through the camera footage she must have known all those times they were together that Fuuka was diapered, even wetting herself.

“I’ll bet Minato told her about my messy accident in class too,” she thought, reeling, “she’s known all this time and was probably planning to punish me like she does Yukari!”

“Lying to me does you no good Yamagishi,” Mitsuru said, “You’re already here and your outfit proves you’re just a baby for the nursery to take care of.”

Fuuka looked down and gasped, she realized now what’d changed before. The sundress she’d been wearing was replaced by a teal onesie that fully showed off her padding. Sleeves that traveled all the way down her arms and mittens that rendered her hands useless.

“H-How, what, what happe一” Fuuka’s questions were quieted by Mitsuru’s finger pressing against her lips, her other hand cupping the crotch of the teal-haired girl’s diaper and shushing her.

“Your outfit reflects your attitude here in the Metaverse Yamagishi.” Mitsuru explained, “You’ve been acting like a baby so the nursery sees you as one. I think you and Yukari need to spend a little time here to really appreciate the adult world you and her have decided to leave behind and learn what it means to be in diapers under my care.”

Fuuka gulped nervously, looking to Yukari for help. Unfortunately, she was far too preoccupied with her own confinement. She turned back to Mitsuru just in time to see shadow hands descending from the ceiling behind her and reaching for her as her mind spun.