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“Are. You. Serious?!”
The words had flown out of Natsuki’s mouth, in between her clenched teeth, while Yuri nervously backpedaled away from the open door. The short pink-haired girl shared a bewildered look with her tall violet-haired classmate.
Inside the club room, Monika was still bent over Sayori, who had a pacifier in her mouth. Sayori, who blushed as Monika had her skirt lifted up halfway to reveal the thick, crinkling diaper in between her legs. The club’s president and vice president exchanged a look of their own before turning back to their friends. Monika let go of Sayori’s skirt, which covered up her diaper, and a quick whisper out the side of her mouth got Sayori to take the pacifier out of her mouth.
“So... hi?” Monika clasped her hands together. “We can explain—”
“I don’t wanna hear it!” Natsuki folded her arms and began to march away, but she ran headfirst into Yuri.
More embarrassingly, she went facefirst right into her generous bosom.
Yuri let out a squeal, turning red and covering up her already-covered breasts. “N-Natsuki! Watch where you’re going!”
“Aww!” Sayori watched them with a teasing grin. “They’re like a Mommy and her little one!”
Monika laughed nervously. “Um, Sayori? I wouldn’t say that to—”
“Stop it!” Natsuki waved away Yuri’s attempts to apologize and whirled on the others. “You guys are, like, playing dress-up and house in here? I thought this was a genuine club! I feel this is, like...” She tapped her foot, struggling to find the right words. “Like, false advertising!”
“Natsuki, please.” Monika stepped forward, her hands gripped in front of her, her eyes bright and pleading. “I... I know how this looks. And I’m sorry. You and Yuri deserved to know before you walked in on something like this. If you’d like...” She glanced back at Sayori. “We can sit down, have some tea, and try to explain everything. Would you like that?”
Natsuki glanced at Yuri, who’d stopped trembling like a leaf. The older, taller girl nodded.
“Okay.” Natsuki let out a short huff and turned back to Monika. “We’ll listen. But you better not rope us into your weird kinky sex life!”
One Month Later
“Shh, it’s okay.” Yuri knelt down in her cream-white sweater and jeans, pushing her hair back as she looked at the sweet girl lying on the blanket. “It’s okay, honey. Mommy’s here now...”
Natsuki giggled from behind her pacifier. She kicked her legs as Yuri dragged her into her lap, not at all bothered by the bright pink shirt she wore or the thick white diaper rustling between her legs. She wasn’t wet, at least. Not that Yuri would have minded if she were. They were upstairs in Yuri’s house, with the door locked, and no one downstairs was any the wiser about what the girls were up to when they got home from school.
Natsuki stared into Yuri’s loving gaze, smiling behind her pacifier while she sucked on it. She made grabby hands, and Yuri laughed. Reaching down, she pulled Natsuki into a tender hug.
“There’s my good girl,” Yuri whispered in her ear. “My sweet, sweet precious girl...”
Natsuki closed her eyes and continued sucking on her pacifier. She felt so safe and warm in her Mommy’s arms.
Weeks ago, she would have laughed.
In fact, she did laugh when Monika and Sayori revealed that, yes, they were dating, and that, yes, Sayori liked to regress into a baby, wear diapers, and suck on a binky. They’d been meeting in secret after school and the Literature Club at Sayori’s house, with Monika playacting as her Mommy—up to and including changing her wet diapers. But it wasn’t purely sexual, and it had helped Sayori come back from a long bout of depression. She’d begun to see a specialist on Monika’s recommendation, too, so surely they weren’t doing anything that harmful, right?
“I guess...” Natsuki hadn’t unfolded her arms from her chest. But she did blush when she caught Monika reaching over to stroke some hair away from Sayori’s face. It was such a natural and motherly move that it caused a stir in Natsuki.
Not that she wanted Monika to do that to her. But it’d sure be nice to have it from someone.
As Sayori apologized for dragging it into the club room, Yuri leaned over and whispered to Natsuki, “I didn’t know Monika would enjoy this sort of thing. Did you?”
“Nope.”
“Hmm.” A thoughtful look crossed Yuri’s face. “I suppose it would be nice to cuddle up with someone like she does with Sayori...”
Natsuki had glared daggers at her. “Don’t you get any ideas!”
“Wha—?”
“You heard me.” With a huff, she glanced away. “Last thing I need to be treated like some dumb kid. Or a... a baby...”
Her whole face was burning. The conversation in the club room had died down, with all eyes now on Natsuki. Yuri had leaned close, her eyes soft and warm.
“Natsuki?” She cleared her throat. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine! Why does everybody keep making a big deal about this?” Natsuki stood up from the desk, stamped her foot, and glared back at every pair of eyes fixed on her. “Why does everyone want to try and fix me? I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m.... I...”
Her voice trailed off. The tears came spilling down her cheeks, and before she could protest, every other girl in the Literature Club raced up to hug Natsuki. She sobbed into someone’s shoulder—possibly Sayori’s—and fought to speak past the hiccups choking off her voice.
She didn’t mean to tell them. But, in fact, things weren’t so great at Natsuki’s house. Her dad controlled so much of her life. And she didn’t eat enough, so she got skinny and short when she should be growing out more. And this club, as stupid and goofy as it was, helped her get away from all that, so why did Monika and Sayori have to ruin it by bringing in baby clothes and stuff like that?
At some point, Monika called an early end to the club. Natsuki remembered being driven to Sayori’s house with the three other girls. She was sniffling and upset, and someone—Yuri, she thought—kept an arm around her shoulders, whispering sweet things in her ear. Someone else led Natsuki by the hand into the house and upstairs. She was grateful when they helped her out of her school uniform, and suddenly Monika was towering over her with a diaper in her hand. Natsuki had protested, but a finger pressed to her lips and those warm green eyes shut her up. She lay on the floor, with her head in Sayori’s lap, as Monika put her in a diaper with plenty of wipes and powder. Natsuki had gone beet-red, but she hadn’t tried to fight it.
For once, someone was taking care of her. They weren’t demanding anything from her. And unlike her real Mommy, they didn’t go away.
Natsuki had cried again once she was diapered, but not out of shame. She hugged Sayori, and Yuri soon was rocking her in her lap, trying to see if this whole Mommy thing was right for her. Monika had shown her the best way to hold a teen-sized baby in her arms, and how giving Natsuki a little tickle in her stomach, or a fond pat on her diaper, would make things easier.
Fast forward to today, with Natsuki once again in Yuri’s lap, diapered and content.
She looked up in her Mommy’s eyes. Pulling out her pacifier, Natsuki asked, “Hey, Yuri?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“Um...” She blushed and rubbed at her tummy. “I’m a bit thirsty?”
“Oh!” Yuri’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you need your bottle! Of course! Milk or juice?”
“Milk.” After a moment, Natsuki gave her an evil grin. “Chocolate milk, of course!”
Yuri laughed and ruffled her baby’s pink hair. “Such a sweet tooth you have! Okay, I’ll see if we have any cocoa powder downstairs. Now lie still and be a good girl for Mommy, won’t you?”
Natsuki nodded. She lay back on the blanket while Yuri left the room. Picking up a teddy bear, she held it over her head and made it dance. The silly bear made Natsuki giggle.
She knew how she looked, but for once, she didn’t care. No one else but her friends in the club knew. Being a little baby on the floor, safe and cozy in her diaper, was something she didn’t know she needed before. But the cute awws and oohs she got from Monika and Sayori on that first day, back in Sayori’s house, was the best feeling in the world. They didn’t make fun of her or call her “just a little kid.” Yuri had been gentle and hesitant before trying to be her Mommy, as nervous as Natsuki had been to try out her Little side, as Sayori called it.
The door opened, and Yuri came back with a bottle in hand. When Natsuki saw it was full of chocolate milk, she ran to her Mommy’s arms. Yuri caught her in a hug, spun her around, and carried Natsuki on her hip—with surprising strength—over to the armchair in her room. In less than a minute, she had the pink-haired girl back on her lap, drinking chocolate milk from a bottle and her eyes falling shut in total bliss.
Yuri giggled. “Mommy loves her little girl. And so does your Auntie Monika and Cousin Sayori. You’re safe and loved here, Natsuki, I promise...”
And while they stayed in that chair, warm and snuggly together, Natsuki believed her.