Darkness surrounded Rukia, like a black blanket thrown over her blindfolded eyes on a moonless light, it was an offsetting sight, or lack thereof. Had she overslept during her nap and not woken up until the middle of the night? That would not explain the eternal darkness of this place, but it made more sense than anything else at the moment, anyway. It was as if a wind suddenly blew through the void, wiping away all the blackness to reveal something that was perhaps more bizarre, a nursery built for a baby, though now that Rukia looked around, that infant must have been about her size, if the furniture was any indication. Now she was just entirely confused, who was this room for and how had she gotten here? Before she had a chance to even look around for clues, the door to the room opened, revealing a woman she knew by the name of Unohana, though she was quite sure that the woman she knew as Unohana was not a fifteen foot tall giant, as this one appeared to be. Without uttering a single word, the giant Retsu waved her hand through the air gracefully, as another wind suddenly blew through the odd room. It felt like a gentle wind, but it somehow had the power to tear her Shinigami robes off of her body, as if they were nothing, leaving her wearing naught but her underwear, though before she had a chance to cover herself, her bra was also stripped into nothingness by the gentle breeze.
"What's going on…?" Her question to the giant woman went unanswered, though she was glad to see that her pale lavender panties were spared from the vicious breeze. Yet, spared was perhaps not the word, as she soon realized that something was happening to them as she stared dumbfounded at the enormous Retsu. They were…changing in some way, puffing out as if she were wearing progressively more pairs one on top of the others. As she watched the color began to fade from the already pale underwear, while it seemed to be gaining a different texture from the simple cotton to something more akin to a plastic, which she could tell both by the feeling and the slight sheen the fabric was steadily gaining. Soon, the sides of the new garment began to split down the side, separating and reattaching almost instantly, with the help of four newly formed tabs to hold it together. It was a diaper! Rukia had no idea why her panties were turning into a diaper, but surely it was the cause of the giant woman who subjected her to that strange gust of wind. "St-stop this!" She shouted, tugging at the garment as it finished the transformation. It refused to budge, giving no more let than her own skin would if she tried to tug that off. "Pwease, stop dis! No need diapee!" What was happening to her voice!? Her vocabulary was just unusable, not matter what she intended to say, it was coming out broken and without proper pronunciation.
"Rukia…"
"Rukia…"
The giant of woman spoke her name aimlessly, as if not hearing her struggling to speak. Rukia's legs suddenly began feeling weaker, until they could no longer hold up her petite frame, dropping her onto her now-padded behind with a loud, undignified crinkling sound. The young woman tried once more to yell for the giant Retsu to do something, anything to help her, but instead of even broken language, all that came out was a bunch of unintelligible babbling. It made her previous outburst sound sophisticated in comparison.
"Rukia…"
"Rukia…"
Still the giant woman said nothing to her other than her name, as if she was trying to find her. It seemed like she was more and more becoming fit to be a resident of this room, and the more that happened to her, the more she felt she was supposed to be the resident of the oddly sized nursery. Considering everything that was happening to her, Rukia did the only thing that made sense, she fell onto her back and began to cry her eyes out, like the baby that everything was telling her she was.
"Rukia, dear, it's time to wake up." She heard the voice speak through the haze of having just awoken, sitting up and yawning. "If you nap the day away, you won't be able to sleep through the night." Rukia's mind began to speed up the realization process as the knowledge of the situation came back into focus. All the events of the hours before her nap came back to her, breaking through the fuzzy fog from just being pulled out of her dream. A dream that made her all the more aware of her current situation, diapered and under punishment from the woman waking her up. She had that this had all just been some bizarre dream, much like the one she had just had, but she had no such luck, this was the equally bizarre reality she found herself in and it was not going to end so simply. With no further words, Retsu gently pulled the covers off the petite Shinigami, leaving her wearing just the loose t-shirt and the padded garment she was saddened to see still existed. She knew it was there from the fact that she was able to feel the plastic-like material around her waist before, but the visual confirmation was still depressing.
While she was busy ruminating on the fact that her reality now involved diapers, at least temporarily, Unohana has managed to slip her first two fingers into the legband of Rukia's unwanted garment, eliciting a surprised yelp from the young woman. "Sorry dear, but I had to check if you needed a change yet." Unohana simply replied, patting the front of the diaper once more. Needed a change? Of course she was still dry, her one accident was not going to suddenly make her a bedwetter! Did Unohana really think she might have wet herself already, or was she being deliberate-of course she was. It was quite obvious now, she just wanted to make Rukia feel embarrassed as that was part of her ongoing punishment.
"I-I could have told you that…" Rukia muttered, knowing better than to accuse Retsu of her purposeful actions. To do so would just get her more in trouble, something she clearly did not need right now. It was bad enough already, and she still had yet to even learn the true nature of her ongoing reprimand, at least as far as she knew, anyway. Unohana had implied that there was more to it than just the new underwear and the training in healing, as much as she felt the former was more than punishment enough.
"Well, since you don't need to be changed, I'll make us a quick snack, then I'll finish telling you the rules about your punishment." Unohana calmly stated. Rukia found herself quite hungry, so the prospect of a snack interested her., though the elaboration of the rules that was to come with it did make her nervous. Retsu took her by the hand and assisted getting her out of bed, as if she needed help with such a simple task. She did not comment on that indignity, however, as it was so minor compared to what already happened and presumably what was to come. Her current outfit still bothered her, more specifically the lack of covering, as her distaste for the protective garment went without saying.
"Can I get new clothes yet?" She asked, unconsciously tugging at her shirt again. "No, you are fine for now, though if you are too warm, I would be fine with you removing your shirt." The older woman replied, more of a threat of further embarrassment than an allowance. It was quite clear to Rukia, as well. Unohana took her lack of response as a no and walked out of the guest room. Rukia followed without a word, very aware of every awkward step caused by the bulky garment. Unohana soon made it to the kitchen, her crinkling follower waddling right behind her. She pulled out a chair and motioned for Rukia to sit, which she immediately did. While her distaste for the diaper forced upon her was strong, she had to admit that it helped when it came to sitting on her sore behind. Nowhere near worth having to deal with it, but a bonus nonetheless.
It was quiet while the Shinigami waited for the food to be made, only the sound of dishes rattling and the various cooking utensils clacking as they were used. Soon enough, she was presented with a small bowl of rice and miso soup. It was a simple meal, but appreciated all the same. "Thank you for the meal, Captain." Rukia spoke, grasping her utensils before she realized that Retsu was without food of her own. "Aren't you going to eat, too?" She questioned, finding it odd to be the only one eating.
"No, I ate while you napped." Her answer was calm and quick, "So please do eat promptly so I can explain the full extent of the rules." Rukia was not exactly looking forward to that, but if she dawdled in eating, she might draw Retsu's ire, which would be bad for her behind or hurt her attempts to plead for a lesser punishment If one of the rules disturbed her so much that she felt it was worth it to try to argue.
Soon enough, she had finished her meal and before she even had a chance to tell Unohana as such, she found her two bowls being pulled away and placed in the sink, presumably to be cleaned later. Afterwards, Retsu moved over to the fridge and pulled something out from inside, but she emerged with her sleeves covering her arms and thus hiding anything she might or might not be carrying. Her robes did not hang to floor or anything, so if she was holding anything, it was not too large. Without addressing it at all, Retsu walked over towards Rukia and ushered her off of the chair, towards the living area of the Captain's home. Rukia followed, beginning to get anxious now that she was so close to the rules being clarified for her.
"Did you enjoy your meal?" Retsu asked as she sat down on the sofa. "Yes, it was delicious, thank you." Outside of the saving of her life and such, it was the only thing Rukia had been thankful for while in her company recently.
"Good, because it's the last one like it you'll have for awhile." Retsu spoke, chilling Rukia down to her bone. What did she mean, was she going to starve her to near afterdeath or something? That was a lot worse that Rukia had been expecting, it even made her wish she could trade it for another spanking or something she had previously been dreading before the woman spoke.
"Now, before you get all confused about what that means, come here and sit on my lap so I can explain everything." Rukia blinked incredulously a few times, mostly at the prospect of sitting on her superior's lap. Where had that even come from, it was so strange that it took her a moment to process the words to make sure that she did not mishear the older woman.
"Come on, did you not hear me, dear? Up on my lap." Unohana spoke, as if it were as common as walking through a door. She even patted her lap to express that idea outside of words. She was still baffled, but she listened and sat her padded behind on the older woman's lap. It only exacerbated their height difference, as even propped up on the other woman's lap, the petite Shinigami still found herself below Unohana's eyelevel.
With Rukia positioned as Unohana had requested, the woman pulled her hand out of her robe, holding the object that she had been hiding since the opening of the fridge, a baby bottle full of milk. Rukia just stared at it, wondering if perhaps she was just seeing something that was not there due to own fear. But no, it was quite clearly there, no less real than the Captain herself. As if it did not need to be acknowledged, Unohana began shifting the smaller woman in her lap, cradling her head with her own arm and letting her legs dangle off her lap and onto the couch cushions. It was a bit of an odd position for Rukia, but then again, she was more concerned with the infantile canister than something as trivial as a position change.
However, her questions, as well as her fears, were answered just moments later, as Unohana moved the rubber nipple of the bottle up to the younger woman's lips and pushed it between them, not enough to hurt, but certainly forcible enough to let the diminutive woman know that it was not optional. Rukia had no choice but to try to drink the milk; the suckling motion was one her mouth was not used to, but the instinctual motions resurfaced after a bit of fumbling and she found the cold milk gushing into her mouth. While the act was wholly embarrassing, the milk was a nice palette cleanser for her meal, and as long as there was no way to avoid being nursed as such, she might as well enjoy a cold, refreshing drink.
"Okay, listen to these rules as I have thought long and hard about them." Retsu began, making sure that Rukia kept the bottle in her mouth, "First and foremost, the diapers you are and will be wearing are to be used for the intention that they are designed for."
That, however, nearly made Rukia choke on the milk in her throat. It was not something she had ever considered from the punishment, she assumed that the one diaper was a temporary disciplinary article to be a humiliating reminder of her accident. But to expect Rukia to wear and use diapers full time for however long she was living with Unohana? That was just insane, she could hardly believe that Retsu really expected her to do so. Her anger might be legendary, but as far as Rukia was concerned, this was just cruel and unusual punishment, and while their military government did not specifically outlaw that, it still was not something that would be expected. The fact that her bladder pressure had been building since she had been woken up only made the situation even more obnoxious. Unless she could change Unohana's mind soon, she would be using the diaper whether she was being made to by the older woman or not.
"Before you try and argue, I will not be swayed on this point, dear." Retsu continued, her voice still holding the same authoritarian tone as it usually did, "I know this is a shock for you, but it is happening whether you want it to or not, so drink your milk and let me continue. If you continue to interrupt me, I will not hesitate to take my hand to your backside again." The threat was duly noted, the struggling Rukia slowly going back to drinking her milk as her shock-widened eyes narrowed again, though looking thoroughly annoyed.
"Now, most of all, while you are living with me, I am your appointed guardian. I will feed you, clothe you, bathe you, change you, and anything else appropriate for a young toddler. As well, as you are not an actual toddler, I expect much better behavior from you than one would expect from a child that young. If you misbehave, you will be punished. Whether that punishment is corner time, a loss of further privileges, a bare-bottom spanking or something worse, is based on the transgression, so keep that in mind." Retsu threatened, making Rukia shiver in fear at the thought of a punishment worse than another spanking. Unfortunately, that shiver just made her more aware of her bladder, now that it had hit the point where she would usually excuse herself to go to the bathroom.
The milk that she was drinking, while not being added immediately to her filling bladder obviously, was still implanting the idea in her mind and exacerbating the growing need. She found herself fidgeting a bit while being cradled, just an unconscious reaction to having to urinate but being unable to. She was determined not to just wet the diaper she was wearing, even if Unohana was going to force her to do so eventually, she would put up as much of a fight as she could or at least hold on until her muscles gave way, to delay the inevitable as long as possible.
"This will last however long I deem necessary to see you have learned what I am trying to impart. If that means you are here for a year, then so be it. I will not accept a failure on either of our behalves." The prospect of spending a year under Unohana's thumb was terrifying. A year of being babied and wearing diapers, how could she ever hope to come back from that, even if she was eventually allowed to return to her real life? Whatever Unohana had in mind to teach her, she better make damn sure to learn quickly, that was for sure.
"If you could not tell by being bottlefed, these rules go into place now. Is that understood? I will accept a simple nod, as you are supposed to be finishing your milk." It seemed obvious to Rukia that the rules were already in place, she had already been put into a diaper and now she was being fed through a bottle on the woman's lap, so it was not as if there was doubt or leeway to be had. She simply nodded her head at Retsu's rules, she wanted to scream and fight them, argue for her adulthood, but to do so while wearing a diaper and drinking from a bottle just seemed wrong, even if it was not her decision to use them, not to mention the strikes her backside would receive, as well.
"Good girl, now finish your bottle." The woman directed. Rukia had been slowing down, the motions needed to suckle out the milk distracting her from her efforts not to wet herself, efforts that were steadily going to waste as she felt a spurt release into the thirsty padding. It was not much, but if it was any indication, there was no way she would last much longer. Thankfully, she had managed to finish off the milk in the bottle just a few moments later, squirming a bit on Retsu's lap as some form of alternate potty dance.
"Y-you don't really expect me to use this…thing, do you?" Rukia pleaded, clearly speaking of the protective garment.
"Yes, I absolutely do. I understand your reservations, but I believe you had an easy enough time doing so over my lap last night…" The scathing remark only left Rukia blushing, much as it presumably was intended to. Still, she knew that the older woman was not stupid, she was very aware that Rukia was desperate for release at the moment, and was going to deny her until the inevitable happened, however long that took.
Twenty seconds; it only took twenty seconds after that statement for her bladder to release itself despite all her attempts to hold it in. The warm liquid poured out of her body and was quickly absorbed by the garment. It was thankfully good at its job, at least, not leaking or getting the woman's lap wet as well. The slight hiss and sounds of the padding settling as it filled were the only sounds in the room as the humiliation occurred, just a small smirk appearing on Unohana's face as the accident made itself known.
"Well then, I see someone wasted no time getting acclimated. Let's get you changed now, though in the future, do not expect me to drop whatever I am doing to change you the moment you have an accident. You can last a bit without having to worry about a rash or discomfort." The older woman just acted as if it was a simple action that was only new to the lithe woman, as opposed to the bizarre spectacle it truly was. Rukia wanted to cry after having just wet herself like that, and ironically, the only thing that stopped her was the fact that it would make her look even more childish than the soiled diaper already did.
Retsu placed the empty bottle on the endtable next to the sofa and cradled Rukia close to her body as she stood up. Rukia was quite surprised at the woman's strength, even if Rukia was quite short and thin, she was still an adult yet was being lifted as easily as the bottle had been before. Her shame at her little accident was the foremost in her mind, though, as that was not the kind of shame that one easily forgot, especially when the warmth and dampness was still quite evident. The relief from having emptied her aching bladder was lost amongst the disgrace and embarrassment of how that relief came to be. It did not matter that she was forced to use the diaper by the older woman, it still happened and no amount of rationalization could make it any less mortifying.
The young woman was carried back into the guest bedroom and placed gently on the bed, left to sit while Retsu laid out the same towel on the floor as earlier. She wasted no time in lifting Rukia and resting her down on it, as if the three foot distance was hard for her to navigate. Retsu adjusted Rukia's shirt so that it was pushed up her body, presumably preventing it from impeding her from the task that the petite woman did not want to imagine was happening. Retsu knelt down as before and reached over, gripping one of the tapes of the diaper and pulling it off slowly, making it seem as loud as a jet engine, at least in the mind of Rukia. It was clearly deliberate, stretching out each rip of the tape to exacerbate the absurdity of the situation.
After what seemed like hours, the fourth and final tape was undone, leaving the garment only covering her privates by the act of gravity. Unohana wasted no time here, flipping the front off and exposing the woman's crotch to the cool air of the room, a change that inadvertently caused her to release a small spurt of the little amount of fluid that was still in her bladder. Had it been possible to blush any deeper at that moment, she would have, but her face was already red enough to make a tomato seem white.
"Oh my, not only are you more of a heavy wetter than your little body would make one think, you still had a little left in there." Retsu teased, her voice far too saccharine to be comforting. "Well, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to change your diapers, so I can handle it. Most of the little extra fell onto the diaper anyway." Retsu slid the used garment out from under the woman's bare behind and balled it up, dropping it into a covered trash pail on the side of the room. It was not exactly information cared about or wanted to know, but she certainly was having it drilled into her mind. Was this really her fate, to be treated in such a humiliating manner for the next few days, weeks or even months? No, that was not going to happen, even if she had no say in her treatment, she would do whatever it took to make this punishment last as short as possible, no matter how tiring.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt something cold and damp touch upon her womanhood, eliciting the second yelp of the day from her. "Sorry dear, it's just another baby wipe to clean you up." Rukia remembered the wipe from before her nap, though she had been unexpecting of it this time so the sudden cool touch made her jolt. Rukia said nothing in response and merely looked away, the feeling of her having her nude form rubbed in such a way causing the blush on her face to be there for another reason. Embarrassment was still there, but it also mixed the expected result of an adult being touched in such a way, even if that touch was for a reason such as this. Regardless of how Unohana wanted to treat her, she was still an adult and her body was going to act as if she was when the proper stimulus was known.
The powder came next once again, a further dusting of the fine talcum powder that once again sent a cloud of the aroma fluttering around her body. This time, Unohana seemed to want to rub the powder in to her skin to make sure the coverage was done adequately. It was not quite as intense as the wet wipe, but it still lent to some further embarrassment than the diaper change itself provided. Thankfully, it did not take too long to spread the powder across her privates, and while Unohana made sure to get it on her backside and thighs as well, that did not elicit the same reaction for obvious reasons.
Her behind was once again lifted off the towel, but lowered again a moment later, onto a fresh diaper. Thankfully, her behind was slightly less sore than earlier, so while it was still a bit painful for weight to be placed on it, it was not as bad as it had been, and while she hated to admit, the padding on the garment acted like a cushion to reduce the weight being applied directly. As slow as she had been in taking the previous garment off of the woman, Unohana taped the new one on quite quickly, snug and tight on the woman's form.
"There you go, all nice and clean." Retsu cooed, an act so unlike the woman that it almost made Rukia uncomfortable. Retsu looked at Rukia and raised an eyebrow, clearly awaiting for something and planning on not continuing until she got it.
"…Th-thank you…" Rukia muttered, not wanting to have to thank someone for doing something that she did not at all want.
"You're quite welcome dear" A satisfied smile grew upon the woman's countenance, no doubt satisfied more about her own ability to get Rukia to act as she wanted, no matter how embarrassing.
With no warning, the older woman once again lifted Rukia against her body, holding her padded behind in one hand while the woman's legs were split by her hip, and carried her out of the bedroom. She was placed back on the sofa, but not on anyone's lap this time. Retsu moved towards her bookshelf and picked out a rather hefty book from one of the shelves. It was red and looked quite old, its gilded pages dulled from years of use and shelving.
"I am going to give you until bedtime to read through this, whatever parts you feel are the most important." Retsu began, passing the book to Rukia, "We will begin your first lesson first thing tomorrow, so make sure you read what's important. I will not bother you until bedtime and if you need to be changed, do not come to find me, that will wait until I change you for bed, as you need all time you have the opportunity to use if you want to be successful."
Rukia nodded as she looked the leather-bound book over, some time to herself would be much appreciated after being doted on by Retsu ever since she woke up after fainting. The Captain left the room immediately after explaining the situation, though she was close enough by to know if Rukia was attempting to shirk off on her work or do something even more foolish.
The book was quite old, as it had appeared. The text was clearly done by some primitive typewriter or press of some sort, and the pages were browned and yellowed from age. The knowledge seemed normal at first, just the standards of Kido that one learned in the Shino Academy, even those with little aptitude towards the art. However, the writing was quite…obtuse, like one would expect from a book printed in a different time. It was not unreadable or incomprehensible to the Shinigami, but it certainly slowed her progress down a little bit. Even some of the illustrations and discussions of proper Kido motions and movements were outdated; Rukia was quite sure that the ones she was taught in the Academy were more efficient than the ones this book was prescribing for use. Still, if Retsu had wanted her to read this, she must have had a reason.
Hours passed as Rukia scoured the book, finally getting passed the introduction to general Kido sections that took up more of the book than expected, when she was suddenly surprised by the book closing against her will. "It's bedtime." Came the voice of Retsu, standing in front of the sofa without having been noticed. "Let's get you changed, perhaps in more ways then one, and get you into bed." Rukia had no idea she would be forced into bed so soon, she had barely scratched the surface on the beginnings of the healing aspect of Kido, and that was what she was to be trained in first thing in the morning.
"But…it's only nine o'clock!" Rukia pleaded, expecting a few more hours with the book before she was forced into bed. "Now now, little ones go to bed earlier than big girls, especially little ones still recovering from a bout of extreme exhaustion." Rukia wanted to fight, she truly did, but she also knew it would be futile. Bedtime was now, and there was little she could do about it.
She was not even surprised as Retsu rested the book on the table and was lifted into her now free arms. She was carried back into the guest once more, and placed on her feet in front of the bed. Two fingers found their way into her diaper's legband once more, eliciting a blush from the young woman, but not a full reaction as she had before. "Still dry, well then, let's get you dressed." Both of them knew that was the case before the check, but Rukia was not surprised by the unnecessary procedure, she probably would have been more shocked if Unohana just went with the clear visual evidence that the diaper had yet to be used.
Rukia's shirt was pulled from her body, made easier due to the slightly baggy nature of the garment, leaving her wearing nothing but the protective garment. She was immediately reminded of her dream, a fact that only increased the shame she felt from the whole ordeal. She said nothing as she was instructed to put her hands in the air, allowing the older woman to slide the new shirt on her body. This one was blue, with an image of Chappy the bunny on it, that drifted down further than the previous shirt, but still not enough to prevent the bottom of her diaper from poking out of the bottom, even while standing up. She had to admit it was cute, and had it been properly sized, would have been something she would wear naturally.
"There, all ready for bed." Unohana lifted the girl into the bed and tucked her in, "You have a big day tomorrow, so get some sleep. I'll leave a bottle of water on the desk here if you get thirsty, but I will know if you try to remove the lid…" Rukia had no doubt she had some method of knowing, even if she could not think of what it was.
"Good night…" Rukia mumbled, not too thrilled with having to do so.
Unohana merely smiled and left the room, turning the light off as she left. Rukia sighed and looked at the bottle, no way was she going to drink from one unless she was forced. Besides, the fewer liquids she took in, the less she would have to deal with the bathroom issues that Unohana forced upon her. Of course, as her luck would have it, her bladder sent the first signals that it was growing full as she looked at the bottle. It was not an urgent need, but it certainly would be by the time she was awoken in the morning…if she even could last that long. She was thirsty and the bladder issue was going to make itself known either way, so with a sigh, the young Shinigami grabbed the bottle off the desk and began drinking the cool water within. It was refreshing, though still embarrassing, but soon enough, Rukia began to drift off, the bottle falling out of her mouth as she fell asleep, still nervous for the coming morning.