Aerith and Tifa's Infiltration Part 1

The shelf of upper Midgar blocked the sun to the streets of Wall Market, casting it into perpetual night. As a replacement, neon lights illuminated the dingy metal streets and ramshackle shacks of the Sector 6 shopping center. By a small boutique where a wonderful old man designs beautiful gowns Tifa Lockheart and Aerith Gainsborough stood arguing.

“But how will that help us?” Tifa asked, “I don’t need that to enter the Don’s place.”

Aerith meanwhile, held out a folded square of plastic, waving it at her compatriot. “If you don’t want to make a mess on the floor while talking to him you’ll wear it.” she said in a chastising tone “Did you think that just because we had to dress up for this mission you’d get out of being diapered?”

Tifa blushed at this and put a finger to her lips. “Shhhh, not everyone needs to know!” she said in a worried tone.

Aerith chuckled and pointed toward a bench with the folded padding. “They’ll find out soon enough,” she said, her normally kind tone turning somewhat sinister. “Lie down on that bench so I can change you.”

Tifa stamped her foot, scowling hard, “No!” she said, rejecting the proposition.

“You should have left on the diaper I put you in earlier.” Aerith retorted, “Honestly, to think I’d let you wear big-girl panties.”

Tifa dropped her head and trudged over to the bench that Aerith continued to point to, knowing her opposition was pointless; she'd bend to the brunette one way or another in the end.

In the middle of the Wall Market streets, Tifa laid on a changing mat spread across a bench. Aerith lifted the hem of her short purple dress, revealing the matching underwear underneath. These are quickly whipped away, much to her chagrin, and replaced by thick padding underneath her.

Tifa groaned as lotion was rubbed into her and baby powder sprinkled over it. This noise had the unintentional effect of drawing people in from nearby. Gradually a crowd built to watch the show. Upon seeing this Tifa blushed, her cheeks burning bright red as the crowd started to whisper around her.

“What are these two doing?”

“I heard people were into all sorts of things here at Wall Market, but this is new…”

“A diaper huh... that’s one big baby.”

Tifa hid her eyes from the onlooking crowd as the front of the diaper was pulled up and taped closed tightly. Aerith never acknowledged the growing crowd or their comments, but internally she enjoyed her plaything’s embarrassment. It makes a suitable punishment for her previous indiscretion of removing her diaper.

While the brunette packed up the changing supplies Tifa pulled at the short hem of her dress.

“This doesn’t even cover the diaper!” she exclaimed.

Aerith looked back to see the puffy crotch of the padding dipping just below the edge of the dress and chuckled. “Maybe one of the other dresses that covered more would have been better.” she said, straightening up and smoothing out the ruffles on her elegant red dress. “We don’t have time to argue about it now,” she said taking Tifa’s hand, “We’ve gotta get Cloud out of the Don’s place, let’s go!”