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P5: Ann and Shadow Shiho
🕑 Added 2022-09-17 23:50:11 +0000 UTCA climb on The Wall was always an interesting experience and Ann Takamaki and Sumire Yoshizawa had finished their ascent after their respective dommes had dropped them off. The harnesses that wrapped around their waists framed sagging padding that dipped between their legs. They’d gone through the rooms, fell through the multiple levels of babyhood, and landed back on the ground level with full diapers and an afternoon's worth of time passed.
The plan was to leave after their climb, but neither Ren or Shiho were there waiting for them at the entrance. The pair looked at each other hesitantly, wondering if they’d be stuck in the climbing institute's naughty corner for the time being.
The trailing straps of their harnesses seem to have other ideas. They were essential while scaling the high rock face but they’d long since been detached from the overhead pulleys that kept climbers safe while scaling the rock wall. Instead the cords trailed down into the floor, something neither girl had noticed until it was too late.
“Wh-Where do you think those lead?” Sumire asked.
Ann’s eyes followed the cord, seeing that they were both connected to the trap door on The Wall’s soft gym floor. She’d seen that particular trap door on a previous visit, and it made sense that Shiho had signed her up for it, but she couldn’t believe Ren did it for Sumire too, especially since this was her first visit to The Wall.
“Oh no,” Ann exclaimed, bracing herself against the coming tug that would pull both her and Sumire along. “Better buckle up, we’re about to go for a bit of a ride.”
Sumire opened her mouth to question the statement but the words were quickly whisked away from her as the tether leading into the floor did one little pull followed by a much more forceful one that dragged her down through the hole in the floor.
Ann followed closely behind, resigning herself to the trip to the basement.
The tethers pulled the pair along, dragging them through conveyor belts and glass cases. They spent a moment standing as display models in front of The Wall’s lobby, showing off the various experiences its babyish patrons could have.
In Ann’s experience, the display portion tended to last for half an hour, with the rotating platform they’d stand on always turning to show off the saggy brown stained butt of their diaper to the incoming customers. Across from Ann, a girl with brown, sweeping wing-like hair and a girl with cropped blue hair stood grimacing, having stood on display for quite a while now. That treatment didn’t seem to be in the cards for Ann, who was pulled further down into the basement after several minutes.
Ann knew the basement to be one of the more hardcore areas of The Wall. While the upper levels were more about finding out what kind of adult baby you were and exploring the different aspects of it, the basement was about punishment. It was where subs who needed a little extra attention would go to experience pillories, ties, spankings, and all manner of other punishments.
Upon landing on the squishy seat of her diaper, Ann let out a gasp. SHe spent a while waiting for the employee that would come and put her through the gauntlet of punishments Shiho had surely signed her up for.
No Wall employee came forward though. Instead, something above her caught her attention: two glowing blue circles that floated almost ten feet above her. Below them, a small pair of shimmering yellow eyes stood at a more familiar height.
Ann stayed where she was on the floor of the basement as a different feeling washed over her. The presence in front of her was familiar yet dangerous and it made Ann wish she was in the Metaverse wearing her panther thief suit rather than padded up in a squishy diaper in a basement.
A figure stepped forward revealing her dark, high ponytail and narrowed yellow eyes.
“Shiho!?” Ann asked, unable to believe it was her partner that stepped from the shadows.
It was Shiho… and it also definitely wasn’t—the face, hair, and body were all hers, but the piercing yellow of her eyes was that of a shadow. The resemblance to some of the palace rulers they’d faced was unmistakable.
“Ann, oh how's my baby girl doing? Did you have fun on The Wall?” the shadow version of Shiho asked, getting closer and closer to her partner. Behind her the blue floating circles mimicked her movements, as if being dragged along step by step. As she moved closer the thing behind her came into focus as well, showing off its massive cross-shaped body with hanging black tentacles like electrical wires.
Ann wasn’t sure how to respond to the figure—this shadow version of the woman she loved so much. Its familiarity was disquieting.
Shadow Shiho didn’t wait for her partner’s response, probably not interested in getting one in the first place. Ann looked down at the strap of her climbing harness just in time to see that it was connected to the mysterious persona/shadow that menacingly trailed behind Shiho. She made the connection in her head before the strap of the harness—the one that transformed into a strange blue-tinted tentacle halfway through its length—went taut.
The tentacles of the thing whipped up, pulling Ann along with them till she was hanging in the air, the back of her harness being the pivot point. She let her arms and legs dangle uselessly from her side, feeling conflicted about whether to fight or struggle given the lack of hostility coming from the friendly face smiling back at her.
The Persona’s tentacles lowered her so that she was face to face with Shadow Shiho. The funhouse mirror version of her partner smiled at her, narrowing her eyes a little at Ann. “What’s wrong, cutie. Nothing to say?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Ann was actually at a loss for words. There were a lot of questions about this entity like how it’d gotten here and why it was antagonizing her, but she couldn’t vocalize them. She tried but no matter how hard she screamed them in her head they just wouldn’t come out.
Shadow Shiho nodded, taking in that Ann really didn’t have anything to say before lifting her hand, her palm facing upward. In the air above her hand a binki materialized from nothing, causing Ann’s eyes to go wide.
It wasn’t just that the soother had appeared from nowhere, but also that the object’s design was like nothing she’d seen before. The bulbous rubber end was roughly the size of a lightbulb with a very similar shape. Ann shuddered, thinking that if it were to go into her mouth there would be no room left. Not only that, but it surely wouldn’t come out easily.
Shadow Shiho seemed eager to prove that theory and pushed the pacifier past Ann’s lips with enthusiasm. The blonde’s assumption was correct, the pacifier simply being way too much to handle. The rubber teat was so large, in fact, that it spread her jaw wide and locked in place with the red plastic guard pressing tightly against her lips.
“MNNNH?!” she exclaimed through the pacifier, finally getting the courage to speak, albeit moments too late.
Shiho seemed uninterested in Ann’s protests, signaling to the alien-looking monster above her to adjust her sub. It obliged, disorienting Ann by flipping her through the air before she landed on something that absorbed her impact.
She was closer to the ground now, with Shiho standing above her. She’d lost her perception in the wild flipping but now that she was still it was clear that Ann was lying on her back, with her legs spread.
“Time for a change, stinky!” Shadow Shiho teased gleefully, reaching down to deal with Ann’s messy diaper. Like the pacifier, the changing table had materialized at the Shadow’s will, though this seemed to be formed from the tentacles of her persona rather than out of thin air.
Shadow Shiho was just as diligent at changing Ann as her real-world counterpart, with as much care and attention as Ann had come to expect. The soft-touch of her fingers, the pressure applied with the baby wipes, and the amount of powder she used were all so routine to Ann. So routine in fact that she found herself settling into the changing mat and forgetting the strangeness of the encounter, if only just for a second.
That comfortable feeling was quickly pulled away when the time for her new diaper came. There wasn’t one waiting. The bottles of baby oil and powder had come out of nowhere. She suspected her new padding would appear much as those had, but what Shadow Shiho’s powers brought forth was more than she could have expected. The unfolded padding was massive, with the arc of its padded core being almost a foot more than one of her normal adult diapers.
“NNNGHHMMMAAHH!?” she exclaimed behind her gagging pacifier, trying to bring across that the padding itself was far too large to fit her. It honestly looked like it could fit three of her.
Shadow Shiho laughed a little, looking Ann dead in the eye. “Don’t worry,” she reassured, “I have something to fill all that extra space.”
Ann’s eyes went wide. The Shadow could understand her! Whether through telepathy or just basic context clues Ann’s worries were getting through to the dark manifestation of her girlfriend, though it was too bad that they weren’t being taken seriously.
Shadow Shiho had seen them more as a game apparently and was enjoying seeing Ann squirm under her supernatural control. Ann herself had to admit she’d not felt dominated like this in a while. It was as if this shadow’s manipulation of reality allowed them to play out the fantasies they’d talked about but never gotten to indulge in.
The pacifier gag that filled Ann’s mouth so completely was for sure one, as was the way she was so easily silenced by one little toy. It left her buzzing and craving more. What appeared above the diaper to fill the excess space was another thing they’d talked about: stuffers. They appeared one by one above the open nappy before depositing themselves inside. Shiho counted out each one as it went in.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
“Four.”
Ann tried to gasp through her paci in awe of the marvel before her. She had already deemed it impossible to fit more than three stuffers into one diaper, having already tried before. She and Shiho had tried their best but no more than three fit comfortably.
“Five.”
“Six.”
“Seven.”
“Eight.”
“Nine.”
“Ten.”
The padded rectangles finally stopped appearing over the diaper once ten of them lay neatly inside. Ann could see the weight of its contents visibly causing the elastic diaper to strain. Shiho wasn’t even the one to place it on Ann given its poundage. The tentacles of the creature she controlled lifted her up, slid it under her and secured it around her waist locking her inside.
The stuffers filled the space of the diaper almost completely with the whole thing being almost quadruple the size of the messy padding she’d just been changed out of. The difference here was that instead of a mushy accident pulling down the crotch of her diaper, the stuffers stretched its shell to the absolute limit and surrounded the entirety of Ann’s waist in thick, tightly packed padding.
The changing table disappeared from beneath Ann, depositing her gently onto the floor of the basement. She got a feel for the massive padding between her legs as she landed on her hands and knees. The crotch of her diaper even rested on the ground, creating a support point for her and causing the weight of her waist to rest more on the stuffed diaper than her legs. The limbs themselves barely even touched the ground, being spread so wide by the mass between them that they were almost useless.
She looked up to Shadow Shiho with only one question in her mind. “What now?”
The tentacles behind Shiho shifted, forming a throne for her to lean back in. She rested one elbow on the armrest with her face sitting on her hand. “Now you can attempt crawling in those ridiculously thick pampers, baby girl.” she commanded.
