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Too Real

SCANNING…

INITIALIZING PARAMETERS…

PROCESSING DATA…

PROCESSING DATA…

LOADING ENVIRONMENTS…

いらっしゃいませ。

Your heart is pounding and your head is spinning as you try to make sense of the world around you. The sign in front of the building, the smiling, diaper-clad hostess… how did they know?

Of course they know, you remind yourself. This machine knows what you want. This machine knows you better than you know yourself. There’s nothing to hide anymore, so you may as well enjoy it.

You wonder if they’ll let you in, but as you step forward to ask, you immediately know the answer. 

You can feel the thick diaper between your legs, and you look down to find it - fluffy, white, and dry for the moment - under a yellow sundress. But that’s not all you find. 

Inspecting yourself up and down, you find long, clean-shaven arms and legs, long locks of cherry-blossom-pink hair, and a large pair of perky breasts. Just like the girl in front of you, you’re animated, and yet you feelso real, the sensations of skin, bone, and flesh the very same you’ve always known. 

“Would you like to come in?” the cheery hostess asks, and you look up and nod. 

Inside, the building seems to go on forever. There are playrooms, ball pits, and inflatable castles, all filled with diaper-clad girls just like you, giggling and bouncing around. 

You’re so transfixed by it all that you bump into a girl right in front of you, nearly losing your balance in the process. Your cheeks burn red as you turn to apologize, but the girl - purple-haired, wearing a short blue dress, long white socks, and a wide yellow hat - shakes it off, insisting that there’s nothing to worry about. 

“You can call me Keiko-chan,” she adds, and you give her your name in turn. 

“I’m 23 years old from Yamagata Prefecture. Where are you from?”

For a moment, you wonder what to say, but you decide to give an honest answer. 

“Eh? I do not know that place. Is it far?” she asks, and you nod, smiling. 

Soon, Keiko-chan leads you by hand to her favorite ball pit, and the two of you begin to play together. You both fire off curious questions, laughing and wowing at the stories you share. You learn that her favorite show is Bluey, and that her favorite stuffed animal is a glittery unicorn named Belle. And she lights up in wonder as you tell her about yourself. 

The hours fly as you work your way through every attraction at the party. You swim around in the ball pit, play tag and hide-and-seek in the playrooms and open areas, and jump to dizzying heights in the bouncy castle, both blushing as your dresses ride up to put your diapers on full display. 

You don’t want it to end, but then you see Keiko’s expression shift, and you notice a tall, older woman with a serious expression making her way towards you. 

“Uh oh,” Keiko-chan explains, “they wanna take me back to the nursery for changies time. But it’s okay, I don’t have to go yet, I’ll tell them.”

Her appeal doesn’t go quite as planned. 

The older woman takes Keiko by the hand and takes a step away. And then, it happens. 

Without any warning, you feel yourself filling the back of your diaper. Your muscles are helpless to control it, and the loud, rude noises are enough to make Keiko and her caregiver turn their heads. And then, with just as total an absence of control, you feel a stream let loose and soak the padding, its hiss loud and unmistakable. 

You’re still trying to collect yourself, but Keiko-chan thinks quickly and speaks up. 

“Doyouhave a nursery to go to?” she asks, and you shake your head shyly. 

“Would you like to join mine?”

The two of you cheer, jumping with joy at the development. You walk together, hand in hand, behind Keiko-chan’s caregiver, giggling and planning what fun you’ll have next. Briefly, in the excitement, you lose yourself. 

“I love you, Keiko-chan,” you blurt out, your free hand rushing to cover your blushing face as soon as the words leave your mouth. 

The girl pauses for a moment, before stepping softly towards you and leaning in. 

“I love you too,” she whispers, before embracing you fully, wrapping her arms around you as you quickly do the same. Her lips find yours, and her kiss is soft and wet. Her tongue makes its way into you, and your heart thumps, faster and faster, louder, and louder, and louder. 

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You wake up, flustered. The room is dark. Your head throbs as you try to reorient yourself to this otherreality. 

And then, you feel the puddle you’re sitting in. And that smell…

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Learning to Let Go

Stylish. Sleek. Sexy. 

That’s how I found her - just another silly girl pretending to act all grownup to impress the boys. Sweating over makeup, stressing over work, trying to keep up all her appearances. The poor thing - she didn’t even realize how much of a prisoner she was. 

She was shocked when I told her that I didn’t need any of it, that shedidn’t need any of it. But I explained to her that I could teach her to let go of all those big girl worries, all those pesky thoughts clouding her little mind, and her eyes welled up as she begged on her knees to know more.

As I leaned down to wipe her tears away, I directed her chin up, whispering softly, ‘Mommy is here. Mommy is going to take care of you. And you don’t have to worry anymore.' 

With that, I kissed my little girl on the forehead. And that night, her training began.

Oh, it took some time for her to get used to the rules, of course. She couldn’t quite understand why she wasn’t allowed to make any decisions for herself, why I kept reminding her that that was Mommy’s job. She couldn’t understand why I didn’t let her read anything, why any time I saw something on her screen that wasn’t a picture, I’d just turn it right off. And of course, she was a bit timid when I explained that she wouldn’t be allowed to use the potty anymore - you should have seen the pout on her face when I first made her fill her diapers for me! They really are so precious when they’re learning. 

But now, she doesn’t even need those rules! She wouldn’t know where to start with making decisions without Mommy’s guidance. If she even tries to open a book made for grownups, it’ll just make her poor little head hurt. And it wouldn’t make any difference if I let her use the potty - these days, she doesn’t even know she’s messy until I check on her!

Oh, some might say she’s dumber now, nothing more than an oversized, pants-filling toddler. But I like to say that her mind is liberated, and she’s exactly where she wants to be - exactly where she belongs. 

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