Touhou Midorigoyu -- Infantile Transformation

Touhou Midorigoyu – Infantile Transformation (Japanese title literally translates to "Change into a Baby Girl")

Plot Summary: Miko is Taoist. Miko doesn't like Buddhism. She especially doesn't like the Buddhist Byakuren. Miko decides to forcibly regress Byakuren. Boom.

Note that this assumes you're a Touhou fan already, though it shouldn't take much to get it if you're not.

I've been meaning to write a mental age regression story, I've recently been turned on to the idea. I don't like PERMANANT regression though, so if you're looking for that, cool your jets.

Also this was proofread in like thirty minutes because I need to study for finals so if there's any mistakes I missed, sorry. Please tell me about them so I can fix them.

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Taoism and Buddhism.

These two religions were at war only a few months ago in Gensokyo, their two main proponents, the Taoist “prince” Toyosatomimi no Miko (normally just “Miko”) and the Buddhist monk Byakuren Hijiri, having gone at it. The war was over, neither side really having won, but the two still viewed each other with mistrust.

Miko was sitting down in front of her tomb, inside the Hall of Dreams' Great Mausoleum. The Mausoleum was inside a cave, though the area was bright nonetheless from all the ambient spirits around it. Water in which lily pads and flowers lazily drifted covered the cave floor. Her tomb was inside a cylindrical wooden tower on stone blocks in the center.

(That Buddhist...how can she fool anyone into following that pathetic religion?) Miko thought, rubbing her chin in deep thought. (A religion that restricts its adherents, using scripture to control their lives...it's something only a weak person would follow.) She took a stone and chucked it into the water, watching it skip and splash with a “ker-plunk~!”. All the while, ten distinct conversations where filtering through her ears, though she ignored all of them.

(Buddhists are like children...no, even children disobey. They're more like INFANTS. Mindlessly following whatever their scripture tells them...and Hijiri is the worst of them all. Putting her temple right above my tomb to block my resurrection? What is she, a scared child who can't face her opponents directly?)

Miko stood up, adjusting her violet headphones. The voices stopped. Brandishing her cape with a twist of her arm, she shook her head in pity. “Surely there's some way I can mock that pathetic woman...”

An idea came to her, and though it sounded ridiculous at first, soon she began to come on to it...

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In the next few days, you could hear some villagers talking about how they saw Miko walking down to the Bamboo Forest. Of course, no one knew just what she was doing, so speculation began at once. In reality, she had gone to the pharmacist who lived in the forest: Eirin Yagokoro.

She left with a small bottle filled with sky blue powder. This had been a new experimental drug that Eirin had made, which was supposed to make one feel younger and more vibrant. However, it's effects were too strong, and often made one totally regress into childhood or even infancy if it was strong enough. Eirin found little use for it, so she was willing to sell it.

“I must have underestimated its power.” She had told Miko, the two of them in Eirin's apothecary. “So I might as well get rid of it. I can't see why you'd want it, though.” She then returned to doing calculations on paper.

“There's no need to ask questions, doc.” Miko responded, flipping the bottle in the air and catching it nonchalantly. “How many doses is this?”

“Oh, about one hundred. If you OD on it you'll simply vomit the rest out. I had no idea you were into such things, Miko.” Eirin said with a devious smile.

Miko chuckled. “Oh, it's not for me...” She then left, leaving Eirin to scratch her chin in wonder of just what Miko's goal was.

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The Myouren Temple was quiet this day. Only a few random monks were practicing, and not even the on-staff janitor, Kyouko, was there. Miko wondered if Byakuren was even there at all, but she walked to the temple regardless. The few monks who were there stared daggers at her; even the most ignorant acolyte knew that Miko was a Taoist enemy.

Miko ascended the steps, her cape flowing behind her. At the top, she pushed another monk out of the way without even stopping. “I'm here to see your leader. That's a statement, not a request.” The monk simply backed away and let her in.

Inside the temple, Byakuren was kneeling alone, chanting sutras. Her voice sounded so distant that the wind could have carried it away. She didn't notice Miko at all as she entered, continuing to hum the Sanskrit words reverently.

Miko frowned. “Speak Japanese if you want to live in Gensokyo.”

Byakuren shuddered, her eyes flying open like blinds. Turning around, her face soured the instant she saw her visitor. “Why are you in my temple? I was chanting.” Her long hair, purple at the top but flowing into blond like a gradient, laid on her shoulders. Her bust was noticeable, her arms squeezing her breasts slightly. Even Miko could not deny that Byakuren was a voluptuous and beautiful woman.

“I am here because I wish to be. That is all. I do what I please, unlike you.”

Byakuren stood up and walked over to Miko. They were about the same height. “Such emphasis on worldly desires will only bring about suffering in the end...regardless, you must have some kind of reason to be here. Now explain to me what this is.”

“I want to offer you something...we may never see eye to eye, but perhaps we can at least come to terms.” Miko tried to make that sound as sincere as possible.

Byakuren furrowed her eyebrow in incredulity. “Hm...that's odd coming from you. I fear these conversations may not amount to much, but if you insist--” Byakuren waved her hand to a hallway to the left. “Most of the others here are gone on various errands. We'll have about a day and a half to converse.”

“There'll be no need for that much time. I know you don't drink wine, but you drink tea, right? I'll be glad to prepare you some.”

“Yes, you can prepare it over there.” Byakuren pointed to another hallway. “Down there is a room with a teapot.” Miko thanked and quickly hurried down the hall, her face growing into an ever-wider grin.

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“Now the fun begins...”

Miko had prepared some simple Japanese-style green tea, the fresh aroma wafting through the air slowly. She took two small cups, one for her and Byakuren, and made sure to sprinkle some Eirin's powder into Byakuren's cup. The powder was nearly indistinguishable. With that, she took the pot and cups down the hall and entered the room Byakuren had told her about. The room was surprisingly big and vibrant. An altar decorated with various figurines of bodhisattvas was behind Byakuren, and several rows of long meditation cushions were lined up. (And here I thought you were a humble bunch...)

Byakuren was sitting wariza-style in front of a low table. Miko saw her and walked over, placing the teapot and cups down. “This one's for you” She said while giving Byakuren her cup. Miko could feel her heart beating a little faster, watching Byakuren for any signs of figuring out her trap.

But the monk didn't see that, and indeed merely thanked her and took the teapot, pouring some steaming tea for herself. (I don't particularly trust Miko, but I mustn't make myself look foolish...I am the saint of youkai, after all...) She let the steam waft over her face, blew on the cup, and took a gulp, feeling the warmth radiate down from her throat. Miko had to hold her hand to her mouth to refrain from laughing in victory. “Now, what is it that you want to talk about?”

“Various things concerning us and Gensokyo.” Miko treated it like any other conversation. “Especially youkai-human relations.”

“Very well...” Byakuren stopped, her voice drifting off, and grabbed her head, which all of a sudden began to hurt quite a bit. “Ooh...my head is feeling...strange.” She rubbed her throbbing head, a dull pain racing through it.

“How do I know that you aren't just trying to get out of this? Seems like an awfully convenient time to get headaches.”

“Who do you....think I am....Miko...?” Byakuren was starting to feel light-headed, her vision hazing over. “Ahh....you...” Doubling over, she gripped her chest with both arms, squeezing tight. She looked to Miko with narrowed eyes of anger. “You...did something...with that tea...didn't you?”

Miko merely smiled smugly. “Sweet dreams, Byakuren.” She got up and pompously walked over to her victim, taking the time to dramatically flair her cape. Kneeling down, she placed a hand around Byakuren's body, and began to pat her head like a doting mother. Byakuren could barely see or respond to anything by now, seemingly more like a doll than a living being. Soon, she fell limp in Miko's arms.

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“Wakey, wakey, Byaku-chan~”

Byakuren's eyes opened slowly. It had been only about ten minutes since she had gone out cold, but she didn't know that. Rubbing her eyes, she groaned. “Where...where am I?” Her voice was MUCH higher pitched now. She sounded like a little kid and not the woman she had been.

Miko beamed and patted Byakuren on the head. “Ah, Byakuren, you're awake! You don't look too good, though.”

“Where's...bro?”

“Your bro's not here, silly~!” Miko teased her. “I'm here to take care of you. My name is Miko. Mi-Ko.”

“Mi....ko...hi, Miko!” Byakuren beamed the dumb innocent smile of a young child and hugged Miko tightly; so tightly that Miko nearly fell over.

“Woah there...” (This is amazing. She's literally a goddamn kid now!) Miko decided to test some things. “Okay, first of all: what's your name?”

Byakuren beamed again, smiling so infectiously even Miko couldn't help but find it adorable. “Oh, yeah! I'm Bakuren Hi...Hi...”

“Huh? I thought your name was Byakuren?” Miko poked her victim on the forehead again with a mischievous smile. She was starting to seriously enjoy this. (I'm gonna have so much fun with her...)

“Oh yeah...Ba...Bya...Byakuren Hijiri!” Byakuren smiled as soon as she finished, proud of such a simple task. “It's weally hard to say...”

“Yeah, I bet it is...say, how old are you?”

Byakuren stopped for a moment and scrunched up her face in deep thought. “Uh....fwee...fwee years old, I think?”

“Three, huh? You're really young.” Miko stifled a laugh. (I wonder what she desires...) She stiffened a little and intently listened to the desires of the “new” Byakuren. Normally, used on an adult, this would have given her a laundry list of complicated wants, wishes, feelings, and personality, but she got nothing from her. Byakuren had truly become a blank slate (She's without any true desires or motives, just like a real innocent child!) “I wonder if you're even potty-trained...I should stop by that half-youkai's shop and see if some diapers have drifted in. I'll be back soon, okay? Don't do anything bad or I'll have to spank you...or worse.” Those last words made Byakuren retreat, trembling. Miko stood up, brushed herself off, and walked out of the temple.

When she was outside, she couldn't help but laugh at the state of her rival. (How embarrassing...this is truly what a damn Buddhist like her deserves!)

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Byakuren soon dozed off after Miko left, having nothing to entertain herself with. She woke up again after about an hour, her eyes groggily opening as she stretched. “Huh, where am I?” She rubbed her eyes again. “Wait, what happened? Why I sound so young?!” She looked around in a panic. She sort of had her mental faculties again, but no matter what she did, she felt off. Her voice was incredibly high-pitched and her linguistic capabilities were incredibly devolved. She could still think straight though. (Miko...Miko, what have you done to me?!) She thought of chanting some magic to dispel the effects, but then remembered that it would be impossible with such bad enunciation. (I'm speaking like a child?! I knew Miko had some trick up her sleeve. How did I fall for this? What if someone comes back and sees me like this?)

Steeling herself, she started to get up, but soon felt a pressure on her bladder. “Auuuh...I have to go potty...” She absentmindedly blurted before blushing profusely. “I sound wike a baby...I not a baby!” She angrily grabbed her teacup and chucked it down the great hall. It shattered with a loud crack as it hit the ground, the sound reverberating off the walls. “Oopsie...” (Why did I do that? Am I really -acting- like a baby too!?)

She ignored the feeling in her bladder. It was incredibly faint, unlike normal. Even though she was close to wetting herself, she could barely feel a thing besides a faint pressure. “I'll be okay...” She started to get up again, and succeeded this time. Her balance, though, was significantly worse. She found that she needed to put a substantial mental effort towards not falling over. Unused to that, she teetered a little before tripping and falling straight on her behind with a loud “THUMP!” A jolt of pain shot through her body, especially her head, where the impact was enough to shake her vision.

The infantile part of her mind took over, and tears began to form in her eyes. “Sniff...ah...waaaah!” Laying there for several minutes, she bawled her eyes out. She was so focused on that that she didn't notice her bladder fail on her, a steaming hot stream of piss flying out her pussy, making a low hiss. Her panties quickly sucked up some, growing damp and warm and clinging to her skin like a stalker. Her snow-white dress then took up some more, turning damp and dark, resting on her skin, the excess pee forming a puddle around her crotch which spread out. When she was done, it felt like a heater was attached to her crotch, and the piss began to irritate her legs.

-That- was enough to get her to stop crying. Reticently touching the damp clothing, Byakuren put her hand to her mouth in shame “Oh no...” She quickly sat up and looked down at the damage. Her dress was completely soaked and stained yellow. (Why did my dress have to be white...?) “I went potty on my pwetty dwess...” (I just...this can't be happening...). The pee in the puddle began to seep into her leg, making them feel cold and clammy. She started to shed tears again, but not from her regressed mind, but from the part of her that still remained adult. She cried over the fact that she had been reduced to a child who couldn't even make it to a bathroom properly.

Soon afterward, Miko came back. Her footsteps resounded down the hallways, marking her presence far before she entered the room. “Ah, it's amazing what kind of things drift in from the outside world! That Kourindou guy gave me weird looks though...” She was holding a large amount of stuff, with a stuffed bag in one hand and a large case in the other. She set the stuff down on the table, barely having enough room to fit. “Byaku-chan~ I got you some diapers, a bottle, and some toys~” Miko was relishing this chance to mortify Byakuren. The whole “doting mother” act was only to make it even worse. Nothing else truly showed how much power Miko had over her victim than this. (Receiving love from your enemy is truly the worst, isn't it?)

Yet, deep down inside, another, simpler instinct was inside her. Though she wasn't aware of it, her own maternal instincts were also coming to the forefront...Byakuren was cute. Miko wanted to hug her just for the sake of hugging such an adorable little person.

Byakuren rubbed her eyes, her face in an adorable frown that made Miko want to run over and comfort her, which she promptly did. “Oh my, Byaku-chan, what's wrong? You look so sad!” (Woah, I might be getting into this a little too much...)

Byakuren however pushed her away with surprising force. “No! Go away! I hate you! Why you do dis to me?”

Miko looked confused before realizing what happened. “So, your old self has surfaced, huh?” Her face morphed into a wicked smile. “Sorry, Byakuren, but you should be more careful, or one of Eirin's mysterious medicines might just end up in your drink. Never let an enemy prepare your food.” Miko pulled out the bottle and shook it. “You Buddhists are so infantile, always relying on your scripture and your rules to do anything. You're like children, incapable of independent thought. Now, be a good girl, and tell mommy what's wrong so she make it all better~” She was talking with a high pitch, like a mother addressing an actual toddler.

Byakuren blushed and crossed her arms with a pout. “No! I wont let you tweat me wike dis!” She blushed -harder- at how utterly ridiculous anything she said came out as.

“Aw, looks like baby's a wittle cwanky today~ Wait--” Miko smelled the sharp stench of urine and pinched her nose. “Byaku-chan, did you...”

Byakuren quickly crossed her legs in a panic and stuffed her hands in her crotch, trembling in fear. Her face was on fire at this point. “No! No! I didn' do anyfing!” A cold sweat poured down her face, her eyes darting in every direction but Miko's to not have to look her in the eye.

“Now, now, Byaku-chan. Don't be a bad girl and make me punish you. I can tell pee when I smell it. Did you wet yourself?” Miko came over to Byakuren and slowly moved her arms away. She received some resistance, but despite her lack of physical change, Byakuren just wasn't as strong as normal. “Oh my...” Miko exclaimed when she saw the damp dress and puddle at Byakuren's crotch. “Byakuren, you wet yourself a lot! Look at how soaked you are.” She grasped the dress and felt the cold damp material cling to her skin.

Byakuren blushed so hard her face was nearly 100% red. “Sowwy, I...it's reawwy hard to tell when I have to go potty...” (I think I might just break soon...)

Miko laughed. “Don't worry, it's okay. It's expected after all that a BABY--” Miko put heavy emphasis on that last word--“would have trouble with holding it. It's not embarrassing, since you're a BABY now.” When she said “baby”, Byakuren visibly winced and hung her head in shame.

Miko lifted her dress and saw her soaked panties. “Oh my, what -is- this? Byakuren, you're not supposed to wear big girl panties like this. You'd soak them every day! Remember, BABIES who wet themselves need to wear protection. What kind of protection do you need?” Miko let loose another wicked smile. (I'll make her say it herself. That'll be even more humiliating.)

Byakuren knew exactly what Miko wanted her to say. But she couldn't do that. She still had a shred of dignity, or at least believed she did. “...” She crossed her arms and pouted again.

“Come on now, Byakuren. It's not embarrassing for a BABY to wear them.”

“....”

“Byakuren, if you don't say it very soon, I will lay you over my knee and spank your cute little bottom till its bright-red.”

Byakuren's pouting mouth trembled at the thought of this. Looking away from Miko, she barely whispered. “...ers.”

“Huh, what's that? I can't hear you?” Miko slowly leaned in closer.

“...pers...” It was barely above a whisper now.

“Huh, have it your way.” Byakuren opened her mouth to protest, but Miko speedily flipped her over and laid her across her knees, her butt sticking upwards. “All you had to do was say it...” She shrugged, lifting up Byakuren's dress and moving her hand over her smooth butt.

Byakuren finally gave up and began to speak, tears forming in her wide-open and terrified eyes. “Okay, okay, I need--” A quick smack to her butt shut her up. A sharp sting of pain made her yelp. “Pwease--” She turned her chest and began to plead.

Miko shook her head like a parent scolding a child. “Sorry, Byakuren. You had your chance. Now, with your original self shining through, you can count to 100, right? Count up my smacks, and if you're not quick enough we'll start over.”

“But--” Miko smacked Byakuren's behind once more. “Auu...o...ne...”

“Very good!” Miko praised her in an insultingly cutesy tone. Then she smacked Byakuren again.

“Pwea—two....” Another smack. “Fwee...”

This continued until they got to 100. Byakuren was at first pleading and trying to reason with Miko. By 30, she had given up on that and was wiggling to escape Miko's iron grip. By 50, she was limp and crying in between smacks, tears streaking her face. By 70, she wasn't even crying; merely whimpering and sniffling, eking out the numbers.

Miko went down for one final smack, and made it extra hard. “One hundwed...” Byakuren managed to squeeze out, exhausted. Her butt was completely red as a tomato, so tender and soft that when Miko barely brushed her fingers over it, searing pain radiated out. All she could do was whimper at this point.

“Now then.” Miko lifted her hands and ran her fingers through Byakuren's hair. “What does a baby like you need?”

Byakuren had finally given in. Swallowing her pride, she began to choke out the magic words. “Diapers....I have to wear diapers...” As she ended tears began to fall from her eyes again.

“Good! Now let's get you changed up.” Miko laid her down on the floor and went back to the case, pulling out one of the thick white diapers inside. It was soft to the touch, and quite puffy. Lifting Byakuren's dress up, she slid down her soaked panties. “Ah, Byakuren, you must be pretty close to a rash by now...” Miko reached into the bag and grabbed a small bottle of baby powder. She sprinkled this on Byakuren's pussy, rubbing it in sensually. Byakuren whimpered softly, blushing again. The feeling was starting to make her aroused, but Miko stopped before long.

“Well then, Byakuren. Your white dress is soaked. Your black one is fine, though, so I'll just take your white one off. After all, BABIES don't care for how they look.” Byakuren didn't even protest. She didn't have the heart, drive, or willpower to protest at this point. “You probably are really stressed right now, so here's something to soothe you.” Miko once again reached into the bag and pulled out an abnormally large pacifier, and stuck it in Byakuren's mouth. She immediately began to suck on it rhythmically, the infantile part of her mind enjoying it. Even her normal mind was finding comfort in it. Miko then proceeded to completely undress Byakuren, lifting her up and taking both her dresses off. Now Byakuren was completely naked except for her bra. Miko took the diaper, unfolded it—its size was truly massive—and laid it under Byakuren, lifting it up and taping it shut with its velcro straps.

The feeling was...odd. Byakuren felt like she had a pillow between her legs. One could ignore normal underwear, but the diaper was impossible to ignore. It was just so thick and massive, she couldn't even squeeze her legs closed without some effort. But it was also warm and comforting, and even though she was mortified by it, the close warmth soothed her and made her feel secure.

“There, there, now your diapie's all snug and warm~” Miko lifted Byakuren up again and put her black dress back on, and slid off her violet socks. Her chest was completely exposed except for her breasts, and her legs were also completely naked. The contrast between her infantile underwear and her mature and voluptuous body was highly erotic. “Ah, that's better, isn't it? Now if you wet or mess yourself, you'll have a diaper for protection.”

Byakuren took her pacifier out and shook her head. “Nuh uh. I no gonna pee or poop myself!”

Miko laughed condescendingly and patted her on the head. “Now now, Byakuren. All little girls grow up at different rates, and at your rate, it's gonna be a while before you can use the toilet like a big girl. That's why you have diapers, after all. Now, I want you to go clean up that pee puddle you left. Can you go do that?”

“Yes...but why I have to do it?”

“You made the mess, sweetie. Do you want another spanking?”

That made Byakuren move very fast.

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Byakuren was on all-fours, cleaning the puddle with a rag. In the meanwhile, Miko was back at the table, preparing something. She took the bottle from the bag, pouring some of Eirin's powder at the bottom. Then she took the teapot and left the room to make some more. She noticed the broken teacup on the floor right before she got out, eying it with interest. “Byakuren? Did you break your tea-cup?” She glanced back at Byakuren, laughing a little at her adorable padded butt which was in the air, wiggling around as she mopped up the mess.

Byakuren stopped and glanced over to her, her face blushing. “Um...yeah, I bwoke it...”

“Well, come mop it up then.”

Miko left to go make some tea, while Byakuren resumed cleaning. About 15 minutes later, Miko returned, holding a teapot filled with some fresh tea, steaming with a fragrant aroma. Byakuren just finished as she walked in, and smelled the tea. But she quickly shook her head and scooted away. “No! I not dwinking tat stuff again!”

“Oh, but it's so much fun!” Miko commented as she set the teapot down and filled the bottle with it, screwing the nipple on. “Come on, Byakuren.”

Byakuren shook her head profusely, but Miko grabbed her and carried her over to the table. A cold sweat streaked down her face, and she kicked and screamed, though it was useless. “No, you can't make me! I don't wanna dwink tat! Wet me go!”

“My my, so cranky~” Miko brushed her off and sat down at the table, laying her face-up in her lap. Then she took the bottle and -forced- it into Byakuren's mouth, muffling her cries and pleading. Byakuren refused to drink at first, but she couldn't breathe at all. “Byaku-chan, you've got to suck it or you'll suffocate.”

Byakuren felt her lungs gasping for air, her chest starting to pain, and gave in. With tears forming in her eyes, she started to suck on the bottle, feeling the warm tea rush down her throat, knowing that she had lost once again. Her eyes felt heavy as Miko rocked her, lowly chanting soothing words.

“There, there...drink it all up, baby Byaku-chan...soon you'll be completely carefree...”

Her vision went blank.

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Only a minute later, Byakuren awoke, rubbing her eyes and stretching. “Aaaah....” She smiled absent-mindedly and looked around. “Ah...mommy?” She said when she saw Miko's face.

“Yup, that's me!” Miko responded with a smile. “Mommy's right here, Byaku-chan.”

“Mommy!” Byakuren lept up and tightly hugged Miko. Her body was pressing against Miko's, their warmth mixing together. Miko reciprocated by patting her on the back and hugging her tightly as well. She was starting to feel less and less like Byakuren's torturer and enemy and more like her mother.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel...hurgh...” Byakuren's whole body suddenly stiffened up and her face scrunched up.

“Huh? Byakuren, what's wrong?” Miko felt her forehead but she didn't feel any different, and then mentally slapped herself for thinking a youkai magician could get sick.

“It's notin', mommy. I just...gotta go potty~” Byakuren replied with a playful smile and blush. Then her face scrunched up once more, and she began to grunt. It soon became obvious what she meant, as a wet fart came from her behind, muffled by her diaper. Then she pushed harder, and began to mess herself, a sticky and mushy mass of shit pushing into her diaper. It was decently big, and she grunted several times, slightly rocking her hips, her face scrunching up more as she clearly strained to push it all out. Her diaper took it in stride, beginning to push out, the slimy mess inching its way into every open crevice, staining the diaper a light brown, and then dark as it just kept coming. Byakuren continued to mess herself for about a minute until she finally stopped, her diaper sagging heavily and the entire rear stained dark brown. When she stopped, she relaxed her face and naughtily stared at Miko's surprised face, giggling childishly. “Oopise~ Mommy, my diaper's all stinky now~”

“Yes...it is....” Miko replied in shock. She had not expected -this-. (Oh man...no, I'm not some prince who shies from trouble. I'll have to swallow my pride and change her...) “Heh heh, it really is!” Miko took a single sniff and nearly wanted to gag, pinching her nose in desperation. The stench lingered in the air like an oppressive fog. “Phew, we'll have to get you changed, wont we?” Miko set Byakuren down, the slimy mess shifting around with squelchy noises which made Byakuren giggle. She started to poke her diaper and rub its backside, feeling the mess move around each time. She wouldn't stop giggling throughout all of this.

Miko went back to the table and steeled herself, though the smell was starting to reach over there, forcing her to move. She grabbed one diaper and several supplies that she needed, and went back over to Byakuren. “I don't have a changing mat for you, but it shouldn't be a problem.” Kneeling down, she slowly laid Byakuren flat on the floor, popping her pacifier in her mouth. Byakuren enthusiastically sucked on it while Miko untaped the diaper and opened it. If the smell when it was taped was bad, then the smell of it open was -horrendous-. Miko had to stop and gag, a step away from vomiting, when she saw the contents of Byakuren's diaper. But she persevered and took it off, cleaned Byakuren's mess-covered crotch and butt, and taped a fresh new diaper into place. When she was done, she patted the diaper lightly. “There, a fresh new diaper. Doesn't that feel better Byaku-chan?”

Byakuren briskly nodded in reply. “Mmm-hhm!” She replied from behind the pacifier. She spat it out and continued, drool leaking from her face. “Heh heh...but messing my diaper is fun, mommy! Da best part about a new diaper, is getting' to poop in dat one~” Her mouth was in that naughty smile again.

Miko laughed nervously, shifting her eyes around. “You're...a unique baby.”

Soon afterward, they heard someone walking up the steps. “Byakuren, I'm back! Nazrin is at Muenzuka right now, and Murasa and Kasodani are still on that errand. I don't know where Futatsuiwa or Houjuu went, so don't ask me.”

Miko recognized that voice in an instant. “Toramaru...damn, she's here already?” Then a devious plan formed in her mind. “Heh...actually, this is like two birds in one stone.”

Byakuren was lazily lolling around and sucking on her toes. “Who's Tor...Torama...Toramaru?”

“Not 'Sou'. 'Shou'. Listen, Byakuren, do you want a friend?”

“Sure! I love fwiends!” Byakuren replied, raising hers arms high and wide with an innocent smile on her face.

“You might get one...”

Shou's footsteps were louder now. “Huh...Byakuren?”

“She's a little occupied and out of it right now.” Miko replied with a booming regal voice which echoed down the hall. Now she was standing imposingly, her sword in hand.

“Toyosatomimi!?” Shou's voice changed from normal to a low tiger-like growl. “What are you doing in here?!” Her footsteps quickly increased in pace and Shou flew into the room, a low growl coming from her throat. Her jet black spear was in her hands, poised to fight.“You—Byakuren, what in the--” She could only stare dumbfounded at her comrade and superior, lazily lying on the floor with a thick diaper on.

Miko smirked smugly and stepped in between them. “Oh, I just messed her up a little...it's only temporary.”

Shou's growl became louder and even more harsh, like metal was grinding in her throat. “What have you done...”

“Right now, your precious Byakuren? Yeah, she's a three-year-old mentally right now.” Miko shrugged and gave Shou a look of utter indifference.

 Byakuren, completely unaware of the context, beamed and waved energetically to Shou. “Hi, are you Toramaru-san?”

Shou gripped her spear so tight her knuckles went white, her arm trembling in rage. “Do you -know- what you have done, Taoist!? If you do not give back my master's dignity--”

“What're you gonna do?” Miko calmly interrupted. “See, Byaku-chan here wants a friend, and I think you're the perfect candidate.” Her visage twisted into a maniacal grin.

“Get out of here, you disgusting hermit!” Shou bolted for Miko with her spear, having such speed that her tiger-heritage came clear. But Miko sidestepped it, making Shou lose her balance. Miko rolled her eyes and and tripped her up, making her fall and slam into the ground with a dull thud.

“You know, I heard you weren't much a fighter...well, that clears that. I didn't want it to get too messy in front of my baby, after all.” Miko stomped on Shou's back, the tiger youkai growling in anger, and put her other foot on her spear. “Byaku-chan, meet your new friend, Shou!”

“New fwiend?” Byakuren looked at Shou with confused eyes. “But she seems weally mean wight now?”

“She's not mean, she's just cranky, like how all babies sometimes are! Don't worry, though, because we're gonna make her feel better. Can you grab your bottle for me? Shou-chan's gonna share it, see?”

Shou tried to get up, but Miko's foot was too strong. “Byakuren! You can't possibly be this far gone—AUGH!” Miko stomped on her back to shut her up.

“Be quiet, you overgrown cat.” Shou continued to struggle, but it as useless.

Byakuren did as she was told and grabbed the bottle. Then she walked over to Miko. “What do you want, mommy?”

Miko knelt down and put a chokehold on Shou's neck, hoisting her up and laying her in her lap. The tiger youkai continued to thrash about, shouting all sorts of rather nasty things, but Miko managed to keep her in check. “Great! Now, let's give Shou her bottle. Come here.”

“You fucking....Byakuren, how can you act like this!? What happened to you!?” Shou called out, tears starting to form in her eyes, but it was pointless. Byakuren was completely unaware of what she was truly doing.

“Dere, dere.” Byakuren replied as she crawled up to Shou and stuck the bottle in her mouth. “Sometimes I get a wittle cwanky too, but mommy always makes me feel better!”

Shou tried to resist, but Miko helped Byakuren keep the bottle in place. And thus, much like Byakuren before, Shou eventually gave in, tears streaking down her eyes, and started to drink the now-cold and stale tea. When she drank the whole bottle, Byakuren pulled it out and popped her pacifier into Shou's mouth, Miko making sure it stayed on. “Dis is my paci...it makes you feel better.”

Shou finally stopped thrashing around, tired, and getting drowsy. Her vision was getting blurry and her head was throbbing pain. Tears were still streaking down her face, but eventually, she lulled off into sleep.

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“Byaku-chan, I think Shou-chan is ready to wake up.”

“I hope so, mommy, I wanna pway with her!”

“Hah hah, okay. Wakey wakey, Shou-chan~”

Miko shook Shou a little bit, and she finally started to open her eyes, groaning. “Mmmmff....” The pacifier was still in her mouth, but she lazily popped it out, drool rolling down her cheek. Miko had taken off her skirt, pants, and shoes, and putting her in diapers like Byakuren. Her spear was still in her hands though, and Miko grabbed it and took it away from her.

“Hmph. Babies shouldn't be playing with such dangerous things! Your mother should be ashamed, Shou.”

“Who...are...you...?” Shou asked her, her voice much higher-pitched and nasally than normal.

“I'm Miko! I'm your babysitter, and this is Byakuren. I hope you get along.” Miko grabbed Shou and sat her up, kissing her on the forehead. “Say hi, Byakuren.”

“Hi! I'm Baku...Byaku....Byakuren! I hope we can be fwiends!” Byakuren energetically waved at Shou,who had finally opened her eyes fully. Both of their diapers were crinkling whenever they moved.

“Hi...” Shou replied back, with a timid wave. “I wanna be fwiends wit you too...”

“So,” Miko leaned into Shou and tickled her on the belly a few times. “What's -your- name, you cute little thing? Come on, introduce yourself, don't be shy.”

“Uh...” Shou blushed and nervously looked to the floor a little. “I'm...Sou...Shou...Shou Toramaru.”

Byakuren crawled up to her and pointed at her orange-yellow hair with black streaks in it. “Your hair wooks wike a tiger's hair! That's weally cool!”

“Of couwse it does!” Shou started to warm up to Byakuren and triumphantly smiled. “I'm a tiger youkai! We're big, and stwong, and, and fast and weally cool!” She threw her hands high and wide with a big grin on her face.

“Well, -big-, grown-up tigers are.” Miko added, ruffling Shou's hair. “But you're just an adorable little baby tiger right now.”

Shou crossed her arms and pouted. “Well, I'm gonna be a WEALLY big tiger when I grow up!” She spread her arms really wide to show just how big she wanted to be. “Just you wait! I'll be da biggest tiger in da whole world!”

“Wow...you're reawwy a tiger!?” Byakuren clapped her hands together and smiled as well. Miko couldn't help but find the two adorable. “Tigers are, wike, big cats, wight? Do you wike belly rubs wike a cat?”

“M-maybe.” Shou shrugged and laid down on her back. Her stomach felt a little weird, but she barely registered it. Byakuren hurriedly ran up and started to rub and tickle Shou's belly. The baby tiger started to giggle and blush, a massive red line running across her face. “Heh hehe, tat feels good~” Byakuren quickly went a little faster, using both of her hands to tickle Shou, the two of them laughing and giggling like overgrown adorable babies playing together...which, truth be told, they were.


Soon, though, Shou's body stiffened up and she blushed even harder, nearly her whole face turning red. “Ah...”

Byakuren stopped tickling her to ask. “What's wrong?” Both she and Miko knew what was about to happen, though.

“Notin'...I...just gotta...um...” Shou turned away from Byakuren, not wanting to look her in the eye.

“What is it?” Byakuren was just teasing at this point.

Shou put her clenched hand to her mouth in embarrassment and grabbed her diaper with the other hand. “It's weally embawwassin'...auuuuu...”

Regardless, she couldn't resist anymore. Scrunching up her face and grunting, Shou farted loudly, and then, with more grunting and pushing, shot out a thick slimy mess into her diaper. “Hrrrgghh...” With adorable grunts, she pushed harder again, the squelchy mess slowly forcing its way out of her butthole and filling her diaper. It was starting to visibly expand at this point, the mess stickily squeezing everywhere, an awful, putrid smell already starting to leak out of it. Eventually, the mess was too much, and began to creep its way up towards her crotch, the diaper now sagging heavily, and stained a very dark brown. With a few more grunts, pushing as hard as she could, Shou deposited all of her mess into the diaper, finally relaxing her body, squishing the shit on her butt. Then she started to piss herself, the urine mixing with the mess to make a disgusting combination that smelled so bad even Byakuren pinched her nose and remarked “even my mess isn't tat bad!”. When she was done, Shou's diaper was alternatively stained dark brown or yellow, and was now thrice its original thickness. Somehow, she had managed to outdo Byakuren in terms of completely filling her diaper.

“Hah...hah...” Shou panted, her breathing rapid.

“Wow...” Byakuren felt the completely destroyed diaper and squished it, reveling in the nasty spongy noises she created. “Shou, you WEALLY had to go potty...” She had to fan her nose just to keep from gagging from the smell.

“Yeah...I did...” Shou replied through heavy panting “Miko-san...my diaper's weally full...can you change me?” She put her hands to mouth in embarrassment, her face red-hot once more.

Miko laughed. “Yeah...I think you do need a change.”

By now, Miko was honestly unsure if she was in this to humiliate them, or because they were just plain adorable. (I should take them home...but what would Tojiko and Futo think?)

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Wow, I can't believe I finished this this quickly...I love it though. Maybe I'll write another Touhou diaper story!