Normal Deviant Fox Tales Artist

 Number of posts: 2094 Age: 22 Registration date: 2008-05-11
 | Subject: Mew mew power ar story Sat 19 Jul - 22:28 | |
| This is my second story, but only the first one to be posted here. Favselecter made a remark about a recent drawng of mine and how it would make a great story, and I just had to try it out. I'm not going to ask you to be "gentle" just because this is my first attempt, so knock yourselfs out. | Spoiler: | | | Ichigo slowly opened her eyes. Still half asleep, she tried to recall what had happened last night. As she looked around, she saw… bars… a mobile… was she in a crib? The last thing she remembered was being surrounded by a strange light. There hadn’t been any attacks, she was just walking down the street, minding her own business. Now able to move a little, she turned her head towards a small toy with a mirror on it attached to the bars. She was still herself, but something was… different. She was normaly a 13 year old, with short, brown hair, who was occasionaly a cat themed super heroine. As she looked in the mirror, she had the pink hair, cat ears, and tail that she had whenever she transformed, but something about her face was off. Now fully awake, she sat upright. Her hands and feet were small and pudgy, she was wearing baby booties, she realized she had a pacifier in her mouth, and she was pretty sure she was wearing a diaper underneath something that looked a lot like a diaper cover.
“What happened to me?” She said, or at least tried to say. Instead, what came out was gibberish in a high pitched voice. She didn’t need to ask what had happened to her, she already knew. She just couldn’t believe it. Having been through weirder things in the past, she tried to figure out what she was going to do next. There was the fact that the diaper she was wearing was very wet, that was something she wanted to fix the first chance she got. The room she was in seemed to be made just for her. The walls were covered in pink wall paper, dotted with small black cats. In the corner, there was an assortment of toys, which looked a lot like her weapons, only cuter and even more harmless looking than usual.
She found that her coordination wasn’t what it used to be. She was only barely able to stand up. She tried the best she could, but she just couldn’t undo the latch on the bars, and climbing out seemed almost impossible for her. She tried to say “If I’m in some kind of nursery, someone should be coming in her eventualy.” Which again resulted in baby talk. She hoped it wasn’t anyone she knew, she realy didn’t want anyone to see her like this. As if waiting for the right moment, someone came through the door. A child. She looked to be about 8 years old, and had blonde hair… Pudding? Ichigo thought to herself.
Ichigo tried to call for help, realizing it was useless. Pudding walked over to her crib and reached down to pick Ichigo up. Being held in the arms of an 8 year old, Ichigo felt more helpless and humiliated than she’d ever felt in her life. “Did you sleep well, Ichigo?” Pudding asked, in a sweet, caring tone. Ichigo wanted to ask her so many questions. After she killed her, of coarse, but her fingers were probably to small to fit around puddings neck. She’d just have to hope that everything worked itself out.
Pudding recognized Ichigo. She seemed completlt nonchalante about this whole things, and Ighigo was more confused then ever. Luckily for Ighigo, Pudding was about to tell her everything she wanted to know. Unfortunatly… Pudding stuck her fingers down the front of Ichigo’s diaper, and Ighigo was about to find out wether or not it was possible to die of embarrasment. “You’re wet, we’d better get you into a nice, clean diapee.” Pudding said, again in her sweet voice, which was supposed to comfort Ichigo, but was doing exactly the opposite. Ichigo began crying a little, than a lot, as Pudding sat her down on a nearby changing table.
“You poor thing, it got you the worst, didn’t it?” Pudding said, as she bagan pulling off Ichigo’s diaper cover. She must have been talking about whatever turned her into a baby. “It got everyone. Mint, lettuce, even me…” Pudding looked away as she said this, apparently ashamed of something. She was already half way through with the diaper change by now. She continued talking about the strange events, but Ighigo was finding it harder and harder no to be distracted by the bright colors around her. Pudding pulled up Ichigo’s diaper cover. “There, all beter!” Pudding then gave her a rasberry, something that was in its own way more humiliating than the diapering. Ichigo couldn’t stand having Pudding patronize her like this, and there wasn’t realy anything she could do about it. For all Pudding knew, she was a baby now in both body and mind.
Pudding carried Ichigo to a play area, and when Ichigo saw no less then ten children running around, she realized this must be Puddings house. Did the other realy think it was best for Pudding to take care of her? She deffinitly had her hands full. Pudding sat her down and walked off. “I ‘ve got a bazillion things to take care of right now. You have fun, ok?” Ighigo had no problem trying to entertain herself. Everything in the room seemed fascinating to her for some reason. She was having the time of her life, until a larger toddler walked up to her. He pushed her down, took the small airplane she had, and walked away. It was a rude awakening for her, and she was sad for three reasons. The first, she gave in to her childish urges, the second, she had realy liked that toy airplane, and the third, she had just been bullied by a three year old. Not too much later, Pudding came back in and picked her up.
Behind Pudding stood a teenage taciturn girl with short green hair and glasses. Lettuce. Not as bad as Pudding, but still someone she didn’t want to be seen by while she was like this. Lettuce was also carrying a plastic bag, which Ichigo could sort of see into. Inside the bag was a package of... diapers. “I got them for you, just like you asked.” Lettuce said. Pudding quickly grabbed the bag and handed Ichigo to Lettuce. “I’ve got to hide these somewhere real quick, I don’t need anyone here knowing about my… problem…” She dashed off down the hall.
Lettuce looked down at Ichigo. “So… are you still… you?” Lettuce asked. Dumbfounded, Ichigo nodded entusiasticly. Why did Pudding ask the same thing earlier? “Can you speak?” Ichigo nodded no. “Something similar happened to mint. Whenever she tries to talk, all that comes out is giberish. And then there’s… well… let’s just say we all have the same problem Pudding has now.” At least I’m not the only one wearing a diaper, Ichigo thought. But did Lettuce and the others have any plans to fix this? She sure hoped so. Pudding walked back in with a shy expression on her face. “You can’t tell I’m wearing it, can you?” She asked Lettuce. “Well, I can see a little of the trim.” Lettuce said, pointing to her waist. Pudding franticaly pulled up her pants. “This is going to make work at the café realy awkward.” She said.
Something on Lettuce’s person rang. She looked at her pager with her free hand, and quickly handed Ichigo back over to Pudding. “Something just came up, I’ve got to go!” She bolted for the door, leaving behind a desgruntled Pudding and a shocked Ichigo behind. “Hmmp” said Pudding. “Don’t worry about me, it’s no like I’m busy or anything!” Ichigo couldn’t believe it. Lettuce forgot to tell Pudding that she was still mentaly the same, which meant more of everything she’d been going through all morning. Pudding sniffed the air. “Did someone make a stinky?” Ichigo was thinking of how she was going to kill her when she got back to normal, but her thoughts were interupted when she smelled something awful in the air. Pudding blushed “Hehe, I guess we could both use a change, couldn’t we?”
After an interesting few minutes in which Pudding clumsely changed Ichigo and herself at the same time, she preformed for her siblings. Some acrobatics, verious tricks, things which were apparently supposed to impress the regressed Ichigo. But she’d seen all of this at the café, usualy at the expense of a few dished, and a few toes, so she wasn’t amused. Dinner was interesting. Pudding had the cooking approach of a mad woman, and Ichigo was afraid for her own safety. While sitting no more than four feet away, confined to a highchair, Pudding was flinging knifes about with reckless abandone. The food was ok, but the setting was terrible for her. With little to no motor skills, and no offered kitchen ware, Ichigo was forced to eat her food with her hands, and hated being wiped and further patronized by Pudding.
Throughout the night, Ichigo needed two more changes. Being as busy as she was, Pudding worked through one wetting into another, being soaked to the bone by the time she changed herself. There was no news from the outside world, leaving Ichigo afraid of what her future might hold. Though Pudding seemed to have developed an immunity to it, the crying from no less than three different children at any given moment was driving Ichigo out of her mind, and there were often times when she herself joined them. She wondered how this day could get any worse, when she heard the words “Bath time!”
Pudding started with the girls, something else that made Ichigo wonder what she did to deserve this. There were six children in the room, all of whom saw Ichigo naked. By now, she just wanted to die. The girls were enjoying themselvs, sometimes at Ichigo’s expense. She wasn’t in the mood to be splashed, and she certainly wasn’t in the mood to have everyone pulling on her tail. She was worried about some of the kids doing there business in the tub, and she hoped and prayed to all that was good and holy that she didn’t do the same. Watching Pudding scrubbing her sisters was like a count down to the worst thing to ever happen to her. The bathing was as bad as Ichigo thought it would be. Pudding roughly scrubbed at a hurried pace, washing all of Ichigo’s most private areas. The towel drying wasn’t much better.
Then there was bed time. The highlight of the evening, as far as Ichigo was concerned. After Pudding was finished with her cliched bedtime story about princesses and dragons, Ichigo tried as best she could to forget this whole thng ever happened. She let herself become fascinated by her mobile, letting it’s motion relax her, until she slowly drifted to sleep.
As Ichigo slowly awoke the next morning, she expected the worst. She was laying on her stomach. She noticed she was in a bed this time, in a weird position. She was wearing her own clothing again, the clothing she had on the night of the incident. She felt her head and her rear. Her ears and her tail had gone back in. Noticing that her pants felt significantly less bulgy, she sighed with relief. Everything was back to normal. But looking around, she recognized this as Puddings house. Pudding… As if waiting for the worst possible moment to show up, Pudding suddenly popped up in front of Ichigo, as if spring loaded. Still laying on her stomach, Ichigo took a swing at Puddings head, barely missing. “What was that for?” She asked. Ichigo leaped up and started chasing Pudding through her house. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, brat!” She wasn’t sure if that was all just a bad dream, but she knew what would make her feal better.
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Destiny's Weapon

 Number of posts: 343 Age: 23 Location: Let out your rage!! Registration date: 2006-05-30
 | Subject: Re: Mew mew power ar story Sun 20 Jul - 7:21 | |
| Very cute! ^_^ it's about time someone did a Tokyo Mew Mew diaper story. I really enjoyed reading this!
One small Critique though, Ichigo normally has Reddish hair, rather than brown.
BTW if i may ask, what was your first story? |
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Zamm21 Admin


 Number of posts: 4803 Age: 24 Location: Omaha, Nebraska Registration date: 2006-03-09
 | Subject: Re: Mew mew power ar story Sun 20 Jul - 18:30 | |
| actually, I read it, and thought it was kinda cool... However I had never seen Haruhi until today... The story makes a lot more sense now, and I thought you did a great job with that one. Oh, and the pic was pretty sweet. _________________ Zamm's little family: | Spoiler: | | | Lil' sister person crime bacon (and super awesome friend): Nanami Amaya bro's: Khael, little foxy
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Normal Deviant Fox Tales Artist

 Number of posts: 2094 Age: 22 Registration date: 2008-05-11
 | Subject: Re: Mew mew power ar story Sun 20 Jul - 18:39 | |
| | Lcpl. zamm21 wrote: | | actually, I read it, and thought it was kinda cool... However I had never seen Haruhi until today... The story makes a lot more sense now, and I thought you did a great job with that one. Oh, and the pic was pretty sweet. |
Thank you kindly |
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Zamm21 Admin


 Number of posts: 4803 Age: 24 Location: Omaha, Nebraska Registration date: 2006-03-09
 | Subject: Re: Mew mew power ar story Sun 20 Jul - 19:03 | |
| You are quite welcome  _________________ Zamm's little family: | Spoiler: | | | Lil' sister person crime bacon (and super awesome friend): Nanami Amaya bro's: Khael, little foxy
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