Girls und Pamper

                                                 [Low hanging fruit; the title]
                                                     [Still WIP, obviously]

The reintroduction of Sensha-dō to the Ooarai Girl's High School was a surprise to everyone attending. Up to five girls, squeezed tightly into a single behemoth of iron, tasked to operate a tank well enough to compete against other high schoolers. Every school had its own Sensha-dō squadron, armed with tanks from World War Two and earlier; up to ten for 'casual' matches, thirty for professional leagues. Ooarai only had a handful of vehicles at their disposal, just enough for the relatively small amount of students interested in participating. Each Panzer had its crew assigned with different roles;  a driver, radio operator, gunner and shell loader, sometimes more, sometimes less.

Besides these few crucial roles, there was a unique position that was shuffled with each match.  It was only somewhat recently added, around a year or so, created to make crews more comfortable during long battles that would often happen in the tournaments. As per regulations, Panzer crews are not allowed to leave their vehicles during combat, and if needed, wouldn't stay outside for longer than ten to fifteen minutes. They would instead wait for a recovery vehicle to assist them; which would often take quite some time during tournaments, sometimes only arriving after they're concluded. This was obviously stressful, in every aspect of the word; and after lots of criticisms, the commission was forced to approve some new rules for Sensha-dō.

After their debriefing by Instructor Chouno Ami, each team was individually pulled to the side by the small Student Council President. She cheerfully picked out Team A; Nishizumi Miho, Isuzu Hana, Takebe Saori and Akiyama Yukari. Of course, their team was first; Miho knew what was coming and knew it was absolutely her fault. Judging by Yukari's pale face, she must've known what was coming, but her love of the Panzer would help ease her anxiety as the group stepped into a separate room inside the hangar. They lined up in front of an army crate, with the President triumphantly standing on it, still chewing a piece of jerky. The two noobies, Hana and Saori, were still scratching their heads as to what was exactly happening, looking at the other two with wide eyes of anxiety.
<"Well then, how're we gonna do this? Wanna just draw straws or somethin'?"> Anzu chirped with a mouth full of jerky, licking her lips with anticipation. Her two subordinates; Kawashima Momo and Koyama Yuzu had blistering red faces, trying to avoid eye contact with the others while preparing a backpack for Team A.
<"What for, Class President?"> Saori gulped, an unease washing over her.

<"For the designated diaper baby, of course. It's much more fun this way; right, Momo~chan?">

Saori blinked, she needed a quick repeat of the last ten seconds. Miho couldn't even look at her friend who glared at her, then snapped her head over to Yukari, equally blaming them for not properly informing them, and their classmates, about this embarrassing rule. It must've been a joke, the Student Council enjoyed messing around with their students; painting bowling balls and slipping them into the football club, so why would this be any different? Saori laughed, leaning on the taller Hana who understood that this was no ordinary joke. Even with Miho's explanation, she continued her denial until Anzu revealed a white rectangle and tossed it into the group. With each crinkle that Hana made while unfolding the diaper into its proper shape, little pieces of Saori's delusions cracked along with it. The fuzzy brown-haired girl explained that this was to be expected, but she wasn't aware that the diapers were mandatory for practice matches. But no, they were implemented in practice matches to help build bonds, practice correct diapering plus get the girls used to the feeling of bulk between their thighs. One poor girl would be a sacrifice today, another tomorrow, until the tournaments, where they'd all be wearing padding.
<"No way! Not a chance, not in this lifetime."> That teenage mind of hers imagined a future where her would-be husband finds pictures of her, then promptly divorces Saori and leaves her completely loveless.

Anzu mumbled a reminder that the first pick is up to chance unless somebody volunteers; pulling down the waistband of her green skirt to reveal her white padding with four green tapes, perfectly aligned. It's the first time they saw the President blushing, ever so slightly red. Who else but her would dare to be diapered first? It's only natural that the President herself sets a model for the other students, who would blindly and obediently follow her example. Yuzu never expected that her role of Vice President included such a unique job of changing her leader's diapers - so when Anzu called her for a private meeting she was fully expecting praise; perhaps even some sort of promotion. Instead, she met the small, twin-tailed girl with everything under her torso nude, lying with her thin legs raised and a diaper in hand. Inviting as that was, the poor girl simply closed the door and washed her blushing face in the bathroom. Team A wasn't doing any better, they all stared at her pampers with the same expression of bewilderment. All except Miho, who's already had her innocence ruined by the white undergarments during her time in Kuromorimine. With that in mind, the brown-haired girl was about to raise her hand and volunteer to spend today's battle wearing a diaper, saying goodbye to her streak of wearing pink panties.

<"I'll do it!"> A voice chirped next to her, Yukari's hand high in the sky, her face sunken and blue. Miho immediately protested, nominating herself. Their reaction was quickly followed by Hana, she insisted that she couldn't bear to feel the cold metal against her bare skin, begging for something to help cushion that feeling. Saori, seeing the determination in her teammates, also chirped just for the sake of arguing, perhaps her future husband would enjoy kinky pictures of her in a diaper. Anzu couldn't help but laugh, glaring at Momo who initially believed that their dreams of Sensha-dō would end there. The bossy PR Manager waved her hand, growling at the group to pick one or draw straws; otherwise, they would be disqualified and sent back to class. Yukari insisted they'd all each take one diaper, yelping something about friendship and trust - but her thoughtful proposition was quickly denied by Anzu, there simply weren't enough diapers for all four of them, plus the other teams.
<"Not to mention... President, you've already used one earlier..."> Yuzu muttered under her breath, preparing the straws for Team A. All of the girls snatched one, then compared their sizes when Anzu called time.


Miho was safe, hers was the longest. Saori let out a long, triumphant sigh, hers was a decent length. Hana's was the second shortest, leaving their newest member with a comically short straw. What a waste of time, Momo was thoroughly disappointed and immediately pushed the fluffy-haired girl into a more private room with all of the supplies she needed. Anzu then dismissed the rest of Team A, who cheered her on from behind the door.
It looked deceivably small, like an origami puzzle that blossomed into a shape trice its original size. Being a single child, Yukari had never seen a diaper being changed live. Diaper changes are not in any tank operator manual, not in any engine maintenance manual, but they must fold over like a German World War 2 tent. Yes, holding the diaper triumphantly, Yukari figured that a diaper must share similar properties; sliding her green panties off, she felt newfound confidence bubble up inside her.

Just as the President was getting worried, Yukari stepped out of the bathroom, skirt lowered down to her knees with a deep blush on her face. Anzu smirked when her student waddled around with a loud crinkle, but she still demanded to see Yukari's underwear. Arguing was pointless, Anzu would just threaten expulsion like she always did. Her wicked smirk grew in size as Yukari slid off her green skirt down to her knees.
<"Well, your tape job's no good. But that's to be expected"> Without warning, Anzu slid her nail under the green tape and peeled it off, she did this for all four of Yukari's tapes until they were perfectly symmetrical. Only now did she look presentable, befit to honour the Ooarai High School - or rather, Ooarai Kindergarten. Being the good President that she was, Anzu squatted down and helped Yukari adjust her skirt, before giving her a few pats against her pampered butt and sending her back outside.
<"Next!">