Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The sound of Unohana's foot firmly patting the floor was the only sound in the room at the moment, the two girls frightened to so much as move.
"Well then, I see that I was unaware of something quite important…" The woman finally spoke.
"Umm, I-I…" Orihime began, before Unohana raised her hand to tell her to be silent.
"Rukia, you first. Come here." Unohana instructed as she pointed at the ground directly in front of her. Rukia hesitated for a moment before she slowly made her way over to the woman.
"I told you to be good for the babysitter, and yet you acted like the petulant baby you keep insisting that you are not." Unohana bent down a bit to meet Rukia at eye level, before surprising her with a quick slap to her cushioned behind. It did not exactly feel great, but considering the thunderclaps she had been dealt recently, she certainly was not going to complain about it. "However, I understand why you would not want her to be your babysitter considering the circumstances, and am thus willing to be lenient towards your behavior. Now go stand in the corner while I speak to Orihime."
A slow nod was the only response that Unohana received; leniency was not something the girl expected from Retsu, especially not when she had disobeyed. She made sure not to waste this opportunity and headed for the corner, her behind barely even stinging from that softened blow.
"Now then, Orihime, come here." Her voice seemed more terrifying now, causing Orihime to be slow with her movements.
"I-I'm sorry…" she squeaked out, preemptively.
"Mmm, I'm sure you are." Unohana replied, clearly unimpressed, "Even so, what you did was completely unacceptable, and then to agree to babysit her after subjecting her to that that?"
"B-but, you came to me!" The girl pleaded her point, looking more nervous by the second.
"I asked you. It was your responsibility to say no because of the circumstances. I assumed you two merely had a simple quarrel and needed to make up, bit what you did was a complete violation of her privacy and her trust in you." Unohana scolded.
"I-I know…" The girl quietly admitted, "But I just wanted to speak to her and try to apologize, and…"
"Even so, your actions cannot be forgiven so lightly." Unohana said.
"But we did make up, so it worked…" Orihime tried one last desperate gamble.
"Yes, and I am very proud of both of you; Rukia for being forgiving and you for admitting your feelings as such. However, I still cannot just let those actions go without punishment." Unohana looked around the room for a bit as she spoke.
"O-oh…" was all Orihime could say in response, resigning to the knowledge that she was not going to escape the fate she had been assigned.
Without another word, Retsu walked over to the chair in the room and sat down, signaling Orihime to follow. Not wanting to further anger the woman, she scooted over and stood next to the chair. Despite her placement in the corner, Rukia turned away in order to watch, growing curious and more worried about what was about to happen. With silence and a deft hand movement, Orihime's light blue capri pants were around her ankles, exposing her black panties. Both girls' faces went red, neither expecting what had just occurred. Rukia, however, had a better idea what was now imminent, wishing it were possible to warn or save her friend in a way that would not make her a substitute for what was coming. Orihime still had no idea how to process what had happened, not even thinking about pulling her pants back into place. With just a few moments to try and ruminate on what was happening, another deft swipe of the hands had the girl's bare behind on full display, her underwear joining her pants around her ankles.
"Eep! Wh-what!?" Orihime had no idea what was happening to her, expecting Unohana to merely lecture her for a good while, yet she was now naked from the waist down and too stunned and nervous to even attempt to cover herself.
Unohana gently guided the half-nude young woman over her lap, her pale rear up in the air. Seconds passed in silence as Orihime still could not figure out what was happening, despite how obvious Rukia felt it should have been. That stillness was immediately shattered as Retsu's palm struck the young woman's plump behind, a loud clap billowing through the room and mixing with the pained shouts of the brunette.
"I'm sorry I have to do this." Retsu calmly stated, raising her hand high once more.
Rukia could only look on as her friend endured an unpleasant punishment that she was all too familiar with. Perhaps Retsu had meant corner time as a bit of mercy, so that she would not have to see her friend be punished, but that did not seem to be working out all that well.
Each blow came with another exclamation from the sore girl, her pale behind becoming more and more red with each strike. Soon her individual shouts devolved into just a continuous sob, momentarily pitching louder and higher when a hit was landed.
Yet another thunderous clap echoed through the room, but this time, Unohana did not raise her hand up, merely giving the battered cheeks a few pats and rubs that would be comforting, albeit embarrassing, had they not been painfully sore.
"Ssshh…it's over now, you're all right…" The woman cooed in a hushed voice.
Orihime continued to sob, totally unprepared for what had just happened to her and in too much pain to care how she came across. After a few more moments of gentle shushing, Unohana slowly and carefully spun the girl around while standing up, now carrying her with the girl's back and knees in the crook of her elbows. Orihime said nothing as her position shifted, still sobbing, though not quite as vigorously as before. Rukia was not sure what was happening now, watching as Retsu began walking away from the chair. Through the motions of her stroll, the brunette's capris and underwear managed to slip off her ankles, drifting to the floor. If either of the two of them noticed, they did not show it, though Orihime was certainly in no position to do so at the moment.
It took Rukia a moment to realize what Orihime was being taken to, her jaw agape as Retsu confirmed it by stopping in front of the changing table. The brunette whimpered as her sore behind was lowered onto the surface, seemingly unaware of where she was placed or the implications therein. However, she was smart enough not to so much as sit up, her sobbing further dissolving to a series of sniffles and deep breaths.
It took the feeling of a strange substance softly falling onto her skin for Orihime to finally sit up a bit and see what was happening. She was greeted with the site of a white powder being dusted upon her womanhood, afraid to ask why, but not needing to once the aroma hit her nose. It was not that long ago that she was tasked with spreading the same material upon her smaller friend's privates, and she was growing more afraid that it was for the same reason. So afraid, in fact, that she did not even react to Unohana's hand gently spreading the powder around her flesh. That is, until she lifted the girl's bum to spread the powder there, eliciting a few whines of pain as the tender cheeks were contacted.
"Sshhh, calm down…" Unohana attempted to assuage the girl.
Her whimpers lessened, but she was entirely not looking forward to what was coming. Yet, she could not deny she probably deserved it after the way she degraded her friend, even if not her intention. On the other hand, she had just received a harsh spanking, and in her mind, that should have at least made up for it. She hoped Rukia would have agreed if the Captain had accepted her input, but that did not appear to be the case. Even knowing that it was coming was no solace when she saw the folded up plastic held up by the woman, merely biting her lip and turning a deeper shade of red. The petite Shinigami could only look on in morbid fascination from her corner perch as the events unfolded, a part of her glad this was happening so that she would not be alone, but also feeling guilty for that sentiment.
Orihime grimaced as her behind was raised once more, hearing the crinkling plastic unfolded below her. As she was lowered back down, she could not help but notice that the padding was, to look for a silver lining, less irritable against her aching rear then the changing table alone had been. It was not the greatest of solace for what was happening, but it was still something. Still though, she closed her eyes and waited for the task to be done, not wanting to watch. Just a few moments later, Retsu had secured all four of the tapes and patted the front to signal that she was done. Rukia noticed it was one of the same ones that she was wearing, thick with a bunny pattern on it, a bit tight on the taller, shapelier frame of the brunette, but not to any significant degree.
It felt odd on Orihime, so used to regular underwear as Rukia had been up until a couple weeks ago. She was not sure how to proceed now, nearly letting a thanks slip out of her mouth towards Retsu. She was certainly not thankful for being stripped, spanked and diapered, but Unohana had technically done a task for her, so the response was almost instinctive and automatic from someone like Orihime, who always strived to be kind to others.
"I know you don't like it, but I am sure you will appreciate this punishment when it is all over." Retsu said, taking her by the shoulders and lifting her into a sitting position. Orihime greatly doubted that, but dared not verbalize those thoughts.
With a quick tug, Orihime's pink half-sleeved shirt was pulled up and off her body, followed soon by her light blue paisley undershirt, leaving her only clad in a black bra above the waist. Her sense of modesty had been damaged by what had previously occurred, but she still blushed a bit at this less radical exposure. Retsu looked her over for a few moments, as if she was making some decision to herself. Apparently having made whatever choice it was, Retsu walked over to the closet and rummaged around, returning to the table with some type of pink folded fabric in her arms.
Before either girl had a chance to wonder what it was, Unohana had already begun slipping it around Orihime's head and into place. It was a simple shirt emblazoned with a little ducky, a shirt designed for a toddler but large enough to fit the brunette. Mostly, anyway, it was presumably bought with Rukia in mind, so it did not even reach Orihime's bellybutton, nor was it a good fit in the chest area, pushing the fabric a bit further than it was meant to go. Rukia could not help but feel a bit jealous, not because the girl's sizable chest was not a fit for a shirt designed for her own, but because it was the first outfit she had seen since her room's makeover that was not a onesie or other baby-exclusive article. Sure, it was clearly designed for young children in mind, what with its little ducky design, but it was not that far off from something Rukia would have casually worn back when she was able to make those decisions, especially if the duck was replaced with a rabbit of some sort.
Satisfied with the outfit she chose, Retsu picked the freshly padded girl up into her arms, careful to put as little pressure on her backside as possible. Despite this care and the cushioning the diaper offered, the girl did wince and whimper a slight bit.
"Now, I want you to think about this in the corner until I come back to get you." Unohana instructed, lowering the girl to her feet in front off the corner closest to the other diapered girl. "And Rukia…" The petite Shinigami immediately straightened up and turned to the corner she was supposed to have been staring at for the past while. "When I say corner time, I mean corner time. I want you to think about that until I return."
"Y-yes, ma'am." Rukia hurriedly responded, feeling she got off a lot easier than she had expected.
Staring directly at the wall seemed to exacerbate the silence of the room, only interrupted by the sound of the door being closed as Unohana left.
"Welcome to the club." Rukia finally spoke, shifting a bit in her position and crinkling slightly.
She could not see it from her position, but a small smile spread across Orihime's countenance. "Well, you've been a member for as long as I've known you, so I thought I'd see what all the fuss was about."
"Hey! I have not!" Rukia quietly responded to the gentle teasing.
"Hehe, could have fooled me~" Orihime giggled, "But really, do you want to explain what's going on here? Captain Unohana was very vague when she asked me to babysit."
"Oh, right, yeah…" The girl answered, taking a deep breath to work up the courage.
Orihime stayed silent the whole time as her friend explained the situation, her face growing more sullen as she learned. For Rukia, it felt nice to be able to explain this to someone else. Anyone else she would stay quiet around because it was so embarrassing, but since Orihime was already aware, and certainly in no position to judge her, she was able to confidently elaborate on the past couple weeks.
"I-I see, that's…" Orihime began, words failing her, "…wow…"
"What else could you have possibly thought when you were asked to babysit me and saw the room I was staying in?" Rukia questioned, "Especially since you already knew I was, err, diapered…"
"I, umm, honestly had no idea. I kinda thought that maybe you just liked it, you know?" Orihime shrugged, even though she knew that Rukia could not see it from their positions.
"…How could you think I liked wearing diapers and being treated like an overgrown toddler?"
"Err, I dunno…" Orihime said, "I mean, you've always liked cute things and your drawings aren't the most mature, so I thought it was just a natural continuation of those traits or something…"
"…Not quite…" Rukia muttered, a bit annoyed that anyone would think that she would choose to be babied like this, even if she did like cute things. Ironically, it was that moment that she realized that she was missing her stuffed friend more than usual, but Chappy was currently sitting in her crib and she was not about to disobey Unohana by going to get it, especially when that would only serve as evidence for Orihime's conjecture.
"Well, it might just be the way it's cushioning the pain on my butt, but these aren't that bad…" Orihime admitted, "I mean, I don't wanna wear them, but it's not the worst thing in the world."
"Just wait until you're forced to use them…" Rukia grumbled.
"Oh…right, I had forgotten about that little detail…" She mumbled in response, her cheeks turning a shade to match her lower cheeks.
"Yeah, well, you'll certainly want to forget it when it comes time…"
"Surely she won't make me…" The girl mumbled, beginning to grow nervous.
"Tch, who knows? There's no telling with her idea of a punishment, but I wouldn't be expecting to use the toilet if I were you." The Shinigami responded.
"I see…" Orihime quietly responded, suddenly finding the soft padding to not be worth the trouble.
With a silence shattering click, the door opened as Unohana walked back into the room.
"I suppose that's long enough." She began, looking over at both girls, "It's about time for dinner, anyway."
Even though the woman had proclaimed the end of their corner time, neither girl was willing to so much as turn around, in case they were supposed to wait to be told to step out of their respective spots.
"Come now, let's go." Unohana spoke once more, placing a hand on Rukia's shoulder.
Rukia nodded and stepped out of the corner, immediately scooped up into Retsu's arms and held against her hip. Orihime stepped out of the corner too, but despite seeing it just happen to Rukia, she was surprised as she was also lifted up and held against the Captain's opposite side, legs overlapping with her padded friend. Despite carrying two young women, Unohana seemed unfazed, as if their weight was nothing to her, stepping out of the nursery with the same graceful motions that she always presented. While this was all too familiar for Rukia by now, being carried as such was a very foreign feeling to Orihime, clinging to the woman tighter than need be. She carried the two girls to the kitchenette, gently placing them both down in normal chairs.
"Unfortunately, I did not foresee having to take care of a second baby, so I have just the one high chair available. You two tykes will have to take turns." Unohana said, in the same tone an adult would use to two oblivious babies.
She reached back over and swooped Orihime up into her arms, giving her a caring smile before plopping her down in the chair. The tray had to be slid around her sizable chest to lock it into place, a task Rukia was annoyed to note was never an issue with her. Once the tray was in place, she tied a purple bib around her neck and went over to the stove. As there was food already cooking, it seemed that she had spent their corner time starting dinner.
"Why don't you have your bottle now, while you're waiting for your turn." Retsu said, handing Rukia a bottle of chilled milk. The girl took the bottle, knowing it was not a suggestion, and began suckling on it while she waited.
It only took another minute or so for their food to finish cooking, the brunette fidgeting in her restrictive seat all the while. While Orihime was a bit reluctant to be fed at first, her sore behind told her no to resist her meal. Retsu, seemingly wanting to embarrass her, seemed to "miss" her mouth on purpose multiple times, bits of food falling on her bib and chin.
"Oh my, what a messy eater I have on my hands! And I thought Rukia was the only little piggy here." The woman cooed, eliciting a blush from both girls.
While Rukia watched her friend attempt to eat without making a mess, she idly suckled on the bottle. For some reason, she could swear she felt an odd feeling as she watched Orihime be coddled and fussed over, a feeling she was having a hard time putting to words. She shook these thoughts out of her mind and tried to focus on something, anything else. However, all there was was her bottle and her busty friend's feeding in the high chair. She found herself only able to watch the event unfold, rhythmically suckling the cool liquid as it passed through the rubber nipple. She had been in that chair countless times, yet she could not look away as someone else was subjected to the same cosseting she was so dismissive of. Frustration built up inside her, yet she could not explain why.
So absorbed was she that her thoughts took precedence over what she witnessed, determined to sort out her confusion. Momentarily, the word "envy" flittered through her mind, one of the uncountable words that sift through every person's brain on any given day, and yet she could not help but focus on it. It must have been her mind playing tricks on her, it was the only possibility she could imagine. Why else would she feel envy towards Orihime in this situation? It was similar to the sensation when one desperately does not want to think of something, and as a result it was the only thing one could think about.
"Come on, honey, it's your turn." Retsu spoke, breaking Rukia from her thoughts. She was so preoccupied that she did not even notice Orihime's meal finish or that she had been sucking on a bottle of air for the past couple minutes.
Blushing, she pulled the empty bottle from between her lips and placed it on the table. An audible crinkle signaled Orihime's placement on the other chair, leaving Retsu's arms free to lift the petite Shinigami up, carrying her over to the high chair. The same bib that Orihime used was tied around Rukia's neck, stained with the missed food particles from its previous user.
During her meal, she found herself much less stubborn about being fed; not outright eager or anything, but less resilient than in the previous few weeks. She did, however, notice that Unohana did not say babyish things or intentionally miss her mouth as she did with Orihime, it was just a normal meal…as much as a meal can be, fed to her in a high chair, anyway. Rukia was even frustrated that she almost seemed to feel a twinge of disappointment at that lack of coddling, despite having fought against it so stalwartly since she was put on punishment. Orihime drank her bottle quietly while Rukia was fed, a blush on her face as she drank from the infantile container.
As a result of her slight eagerness and the lack of interludes for wiping away strong food particles, Rukia finished her meal quite a bit faster than Orihime. Or, it seemed like it to Rukia, at least; Orihime still had a quarter of her bottle to finish, which seemed to support her observation.
"Oh my, I guess someone was hungry, huh?" Retsu cooed as she lifted the tray and removed the girl's bib.
The Shinigami blushed profusely, mentally hitting herself for being so stupid. In her mind, if it looked like she was enjoying her meal, she was afraid that Orihime might think it possible that she actually liked this treatment. Either that or she just came across as hungry. Either was possible, but Rukia was afraid her luck would make it the former.
"Someone is either a slow drinker or someone else is a quick eater." The woman looked at the bottle in Orihime's hands, "Don't worry, you can take it with you!"
"Umm, yay…" The girl remarked, still not sure how to handle this treatment. Once again, the two were scooped up and carried out of the kitchen.
Rukia looked at the scatter blocks around her and sighed; Unohana had decided that after dinner came more play time. Since they had a "guest", training was apparently a no-go. She had spent all morning stacking these blocks and did not have the wherewithal to rebuild the structure she had spent so much of her day on.
Orihime was quietly sitting, looking at the battle next to her. It was slightly less full than before, deciding to take a sip or two every few minutes until it was emptied. She also sporadically shifted on her bottom, both due to the lingering ache and the foreign feeling of the cushioned bulk beneath her. Each crinkle was a reminder of how bizarre this entire situation was, as well as the fact that her friend had endured it for the past few weeks compared to her hour or two.
"Hey, um, Rukia…" She began, "I know I said it before, but again, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it." Rukia replied, not wanting to think about it anymore. Orihime was her best friend as opposed to the bully focusing on those memories would make her out to be.
"Not going to rebuild your mountain?" Orihime questioned, sensing the girl's desire to move past it.
"It was Chappy…" Rukia mumbled.
"Oh, uh, of course." She chuckled, "Well, I'll help rebuild! We'll make it even bigger and better than before!"
"Hmm…okay!" Enthusiasm bubbled forth as she surveyed the pile.
It took them awhile, but, guided by the shorter girl's unique artistic eye, they eventually managed to rebuild the statue to honor the cartoon rabbit. For the life of her, Orihime could not see a rabbit in the structure of blocks, but as long as Rukia did, she was content. To her, it just looked like a non-specific mountain; even the two –one-block wide pillars on the top meant to be ears just looked like two cartoon plumes of lava erupting out of a volcano. Of course, being decently sized cubes, there was only so much that could be done to give a group of them a specific shape.
"Perfect! It's like Chappy is right here with us!" The Shinigami exclaimed, looking over her work.
"Oh, uh, it sure does…"
"Hmm, I wonder…" Rukia began contemplating.
A series of small, subtle lights shimmered around the surface of the blocks as Rukia cast a Bakudo spell on the statue. Normally, this spell was meant to bind a person to a wall, but here, she used it simultaneously on each block to connect one to the next. It was surprisingly simple—the blocks were just one large clump of almost uniform reishi, give or take a negligible amount of paint—while the spell was normally meant to bind a full grown human, which her healing artes training had taught her was infinitely more complex.
As the lights faded, Rukia hesitantly pushed their statue, tipping it over. She closed her eyes and braced for the worst, but all she heard was a single, dull thump. She slowly opened her eyes to see the black structure still in one piece, just lying on the carpet.
"You did it!" Orihime praised, "Good job!"
Rukia decided to ignore that it sounded like she was a little kid being praised for a simple task, and instead just accepted the praise for what it was.
"Yes, very good job, dear." Retsu spoke from next to the two girls, surprising them, "Your training is going well."
"Oh, um, thanks." She muttered.
"However…" Retsu added, "Next time, you might want to better control what you are connecting to what."
"Huh? But it works just fine." Rukia protested.
"Yes, the blocks are connected just fine. However…" Not finishing her sentence, Retsu reached down and lifted Rukia off of her behind. Or she would have, had the bottom of her onesie not connected to the carpet as if it were part of it.
"H-huh? But…" Rukia tried to get a complete thought out of her mouth, but had no idea how to respond.
"You focused so intently on connecting the blocks that you did not pay attention to the reiatsu that was leaking away." Retsu explained, placing the girl back onto the floor.
Orihime had to stifle a giggle at the sight; she did not want to make her friend feel bad, but it just looked so silly.
"Hmm, and it is right where the snaps are, so it will not be easy getting you out without ruining your cute outfit." The woman sighed, "And if I try to release the bonds, it would release the entire Bakudo binding and ruin your cute little spaceship."
"Bunny…" The girl mumbled.
"I guess there's no helping it…" Without explaining herself, the Captain quickly yanked the girl upward, a tearing sound echoing through the room. Retsu surprised the girl yet again by flipping her over to inspect the damage, seeing only a tear halfway across the fabric, right near the snaps, as well as various carpet fibers still clinging to the garment.
"Oh good, that's an easy fix." She mused, walking over to the other corner of the makeshift playpen. She placed Rukia up onto the rocking horse there, patting her gently on the head. "I will be right back so I may sew that back up for you."
Before Rukia had a chance to respond, the woman slid a pacifier into her mouth from behind. As usual, the girl's reaction was to spit it back out automatically. However, instead of tumbling to the floor, the pacifier swung down and bumped into her chest, dangling. Curious, she looked down and saw that it was attached to some sort of clip that had been added to her onesie, no doubt done at the same moment the pacifier had been slid into her mouth.
"Now you do not have to worry about losing it or getting it dirty." Retsu mused as she placed it back in the girl's mouth. Rukia merely grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest, eliciting a smile from her caretaker. "Now then, I'll be right back." Unohana spoke as she left the room.
Once the woman left, Orihime sat up and waddled over to her friend on the rocking horse. "Hehe, maybe next time you shouldn't do Kido by the sea of your pants." She giggled at her own joke.
Rukia pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out at the giggling girl. She nearly popped the rubber nub back in before she caught herself, letting it fall against her chest once more. The rocking horse was quite an annoying seat, with the way that any small motions caused it to rock back and forth. That may have been the point of the item, but when one was not looking to use it as such, it was just disorienting and obnoxious. A few more minutes of waiting and the Captain had finally returned from her retrieval task. She was holding a small sewing kit in her hand, as well as some fabric in the other.
"Now then, let's get that onesie off of you so I may fix it." Without another moment of warning, Rukia heard the snaps unbuckle and felt the fabric sliding up her body, leaving her in just the diaper. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, face reddening a bit.
Orihime had not meant to watch the display, but it had happened so fast that by the time she was able to recognize her friend's embarrassment, it was already over and she was dressed in a new shirt. This one was a shirt like the one Orihime was wearing, as opposed to a onesie, orange with a blue rabbit on it. The petite Shinigami was unsure if it was better than a onesie or not; on one hand, childish design or not, it was not an item exclusively for babies, but on the other, it left her infantile padding on full display. The onesie did not exactly make the diaper discreet, but just the fact that only the bulk of it was noticeable was better than the full garment being shown.
"Now go play with Orihime while I sew this up, okay?" Retsu gave the girl a few gentle pats on her behind and sent her on her way. Rukia reluctantly toddled towards her friend, annoyed that her crinkling was louder without the constriction offered by the onesie.
"Come on, let's go play." Orihime suggested, taking the girl's hand.
They settled on simply passing a ball back and forth. It was the least childish of all the toys available, the blocks included, but Orihime did not dare point that out to the petite girl. During their game, Rukia began to feel a rumble in her gut, one that terrified her.
"No no no no, not now…" She muttered under her breath.
"Huh? Did you say something?" Orihime asked as she tossed the ball back to Rukia.
"Oh! Um, no, nothing." Rukia responded, catching and lobbing the ball back.
"Well, umm, I have a question then…" The girl began, shifting a bit in her spot on the carpet, "How, err, do you wet yourself?"
"…Excuse me?" Rukia blinked, baffled by the question.
"I…I have to go and I know there's no point asking Captain Unohana, but…my body won't let me…" She admitted, her face reddening a bit.
"Oh, well, it can be tough." Rukia hated being the resident expert on wetting oneself, but she could not deny her experience. "You just have to relax and imagine yourself on the toilet."
"I figured, but you just do it so easily, I thought there might be a trick to it." The girl said as she once again pitched the ball.
The Shinigami raised her brow inquisitively before a look of realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened as the ball bounced away from her, immediately jolting her head down. Sure enough, her discolored diaper stared her right in the face. She was sure she had been dry when her onesie was removed, and that meant that Orihime probably got a front row seat as she wet herself, as oblivious to it as any baby would be. Her stomach gurgled a bit in response, reminding her of a similar need she was trying to ignore.
"Oh…well, practice, I guess…" Rukia muttered, laughing nervously.
"Yeah, I see…" The brunette responded.
Rukia suspected that she had not fooled the girl, making it far too obvious. Orihime, sensing the awkwardness, began to close her eyes and sigh. It took a few moments, but she was eventually able to relax her muscles and allow her aching bladder some relief.
It was strange for Rukia to be on the other side of this, watching as the teen's diaper faded from its pristine white color and sag slightly, much as her own did. As the brunette's padding began to shift color, so did the hue of the girl's face; what started as a light blush was becoming more and more of a deep red as her bladder emptied.
Moments later, she let out a sigh and shifted in place, trying to get a feeling for the damp padding. It was quite different than when it was dry, like an entirely new garment. She did not outright hate the feeling—nor did she particularly like it—but the fact that it was caused by her own waste fluids was not exactly the most appealing aspect. While she could weather it out if she had to, she would much rather get changed as soon as possible...or get her adult underwear back, but that seemed like a pipe dream considering the circumstances.
Rukia, on the other hand, was no longer focusing on her friend, now more concerned with the growing rumble and cramping in her own gut. She was running out of time, but could not think of anyway out of this situation. She could accept a future spanking and run for the toilet, but there was no way she would make it in the face of Unohana's speed. Another cramp told her that she was just about out of decision-making time, as well as solutions. She looked around desperately, as if an answer to her issue was going to just materialize in front of her. Alas, no miracle of the sort happened, leading to the inevitable. With a whimper, Rukia felt her body give up, her muscles relaxing to allow release. She began to cry even before the mess had escaped her.
Still trying to get a feeling for her slowly cooling padding, Orihime looked up as she heard the sobs of her friend. From her position, she could not see the slight bulge growing in the back of the girl's diaper, but the odor reached her nose not long after.
"Oh. Oh… Oh my…" She mumbled, not sure how else to react.
It came as a complete shock that Rukia would do that; she did not even seem to give any warnings. Orihime was not even sure that her friend had planned on doing so, which worried her. It had only been a couple weeks, according to Rukia herself, and she was messing herself seemingly without any control? It worried the brunette; both for the sake of her friend's dignity and for her own control if she were to stay here under this punishment. From the first moment Unohana diapered her, she was worrying about eventually wetting herself, but the other type had not even crossed her mind once.
"Oh my, it appears I finished just in time." Retsu commented, holding the presumably fixed garment over her arm, "It looks like both little ones need to be changed."
She reached down and lifted Rukia into her arms, holding her against her body as she attempted to console the sobbing woman. While two weeks of this punishment had meant this was not her first messy accident, just having Orihime see and know it happened was enough to make her cry about it. The disgusting feeling certainly helped the tears out, but she had gotten to the point of messing herself without after the first few times.
"Sssshh…it's alright, you will be all clean soon." Retsu quietly cooed to the girl, gently rocking her.
The rush of her embarrassment was lessening as time passed, though not completely. She almost did not want to stop crying because, as childish as it was, she did not want the Captain and Orihime to think she needed to be coddled and cuddled to calm down, like an actual baby. Still though, as much as time was the biggest factor, she found herself grateful for the comfort of being held against the woman's warm body.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she found herself gently pulled away from Retsu and laid on the thin padding she recognized from the changing table. She had not even noticed that she had been carried into the nursery, Orihime apparently allowed to waddle behind on her own so that Retsu could sooth the weeping girl.
"Up you go!" The sudden voice of Retsu made the girl watch as Orihime was lifted off the ground, surprising the brunette, and laid down on the changing table next to Rukia. The table was wide enough to accommodate them both, though there was little additional let other than that.
Both girls glanced at each other before turning away with a blush. The sound of multiple tapes tearing echoed through the room as Unohana undid both of the diapers, letting them fall forward. Rukia looked to the side as her mess was exposed, not wanting to meet the eye of her caretaker or her friend, though the smell was much harder to ignore now.
Wipes in hand, Retsu began to clean Rukia as if it were no big deal, something that Orihime found to be truly strange. It was odd enough for herself to be sitting in the cool air waiting to be cleaned, yet Unohana was cleaning a much more significant accident. She knew the woman was stoic but certainly this was enough to get a reaction out of her, right? Rukia was certainly humiliated, turning away and holding her hands over her eyes, but yet the Captain was as unflinching as a mother changing her child, perhaps even moreso. The cold, moist touch against her bare privates broke Orihime out of her thoughts, causing her to jolt backwards and nearly fall off the table.
"Careful there, honey." Unohana warned, not missing a beat.
Orihime could only nod, embarrassed at her reaction. Rukia was no longer covering her eyes, but her face was still red and facing the wall. This time, the brunette was prepared for the wipe that made contact, still fidgeting a bit at how cool it felt against her damp flesh. Orihime expected a long, drawn out spectacle, perhaps because she had done the same to Rukia, but Unohana expertly cleaned her quite swiftly. The wipes were tossed in the bin with the rest, followed soon by the used diaper under her. A small yelp escaped her mouth as her behind was lifted higher to slide the fresh padding under it and then lowered back down. She felt it strange to be glad for the clean diaper, but it felt better than the clammy, wet one. The sweet smell of baby powder drifted through the air as the woman liberally dusted the privates of her two wards, saving time by spreading the powder around with both hands, one to each girl. Shortly after, the matching bunny-print diapers were pulled into place and taped snugly, a bit moreso on the taller girl.
"There we go, two clean babies." The woman cooed.
With a sigh at the expected coddling, Rukia sat up on the table. Orihime followed her example, wincing a bit at the dull ache still present on her behind.
Their change completed, Retsu carried both girls out of the nursery and into the living area. While Orihime did not notice it, Rukia immediately recognized something new in the room, a television set across from the couch.
"I do not watch television myself," Retsu began, sensing Rukia's coming questions, "But it is still good to have one around just in case. I found it in my closet when searching for my sewing kit and figured you two girls could use a treat of sorts."
She set the two girls down next to each other on the couch, and headed into the kitchen. Rukia was suspicious, to say the least; why would Retsu give them a treat when they were being punished, one of them just starting their punishment this very afternoon? It was quite unlike the woman and almost made her nervous.
However, she believed her question to be answered a few moments later when Retsu returned from the kitchen with two bottles of apple juice. As far as Rukia figured, this was the so-called treat, nothing more than another infantile activity. She had no idea how the television figured into it, but paid that aspect little mind as she reluctantly accepted the chilled juice into her hand.
"I thought you might want a bottle with the show." The Captain said as she handed Orihime her bottle.
Before either girl could ask, Retsu was already over by the television and inserting a disc into the player below it. The girls waited for whatever it was to begin, Rukia's eyes going wide as she saw a familiar character adorning the screen. It was Chappy the bunny, but not from the regular cartoon series that Rukia knew and loved, but one that was somehow even…simpler. It had less animation and a simpler design than usual, making the self-professed fan wonder why she had never seen this. Once the title screen popped up and the narrator began to speak, Rukia understood why: this was the series meant for toddlers. As much as Rukia liked the character of Chappy, she had never made the decision to watch it due to how much more childish it was when compared to the regular show, which was still skewed towards the juvenile residents of the Soul Society.
And yet, she could not take her eyes off the screen. What should have been simple, preschool level of entertainment was somehow captivating her, merely by the presence of her favorite character. She barely even noticed as she scooted off the couch and closer to the television, sitting on her knees. Retsu smiled at the display and sat on the couch, pulling her sewing kit back out. Orihime watched the woman pull the onesie out and begin to fix the rest of the rip that had occurred. She had claimed to have finished back when Rukia had her messy accident and yet here was the proof that she had not actually finished it. Had she perhaps been trying to spare Rukia's feelings so the girl did not think that Retsu had to intervene with her crying like she was a toddler? Whatever the case, Unohana was nearly completed with her repairs and Rukia was far too absorbed with her silly show to notice and probably even too much to care.
"No, Shelly the Turtle, the balloon is blue, not orange!" The Shinigami shouted at the show.
Orihime giggled and began to watch the way her friend reacted to the show. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only her and her show. Orihime began to grow curious at just how little attention her friend was paying to anything else. A glance over at the onesie being mended gave her an idea of how to do that. Reaching over, she gently unclipped the pacifier from the fabric, careful not to interrupt Unohana's work, and inched off the couch. She wobbled over to Rukia, making as little noise as her rustling padding allowed, and gently slipped the pacifier between the girl's lips. The results were even more adorable than she expected; without even breaking concentration, Rukia began to suckle gently and rhythmically on the soother.
"Four!" She answered the question the show presented to its young audience, even holding up four fingers to emphasize her answer.
Orihime held her giggling in check and sat back down on the couch to watch and see if Rukia would ever notice the pacifier she had in her mouth or that she was engrossed in a show meant for young children. Yet, as the episode went on, finished and the next one began, the Shinigami continued to be oblivious to the rest of the world. During this time, Retsu finished her repairs on the outfit, folding it up and placing it to the side. With her task complete, she began to watch her ward enjoy her show, a genuine smile on her face, seeming to grow a slight bit wider every time that Rukia interacted with the characters.
Soon, the final of the four episodes on the disk ended, bringing the show back to the menu screen. Rukia waited for it to continue, before she dropped on her behind and turned to Unohana.
"Is that it?" She asked behind the pacifier.
"Mhm, there are more episodes, but you that is all for tonight." The woman answered, sitting up from the couch.
"Aww, but-"
"Now now, you can watch more another time. There are two little ones who need their bath now before I out them to bed for the night." She turned the television off and the ejected the disk as she spoke.
"…A bath? But…" It was just the jolt Rukia needed for the circumstances of her situation to come rushing back to her. The pacifier fell from her mouth to the floor as the realization of the past hour and a half's actions collided with her conscious intelligence and maturity. And now, that seemed minor compared to what Retsu had just said.
Orihime, despite finding the girl's little performance to be funny and adorable, was currently in the same boat as her friend. While a bath would feel nice, the brunette was quite sure that their caretaker was not going to have them take turns or even allow them to bathe themselves. She was not sure if she could hand that, even though she had already had her diaper changed by the woman.
"Come now, let's go." Unohana said as she lifted the two up into her arms as if they weighed nothing.
Both girls blushed and tried not to think about where they were heading. Once in the bathroom, Unohana gently stood the two on the floor next to the tub, turning the faucet on. Rukia knew from experience that the tub was large enough for two people, remembering her baths with Unohana, so there was no doubt in her mind at what Unohana was expecting.
Sure enough, the woman turned from the slowly filling tub and wasted no time in getting the two ready for the impending bath. Both shirts were pulled off, as well as a bra in Orihime's case, and their diapers were removed, accompanied by comments about how they were still dry, as if they needed to be told that.
The time spent waiting for the tub to finish seemed to crawl, both girls covering their nudity with their arms and refusing to look each other in the eye, too embarrassed. Even if they had each seen the other nude recently, the circumstances were different and it was not at the same time. Once the tub was high enough, Retsu turned off the faucet and gave each a pat on the behind to usher them in.
While Rukia had gotten used to being bathed in the past few weeks, it had yet to completely lose its embarrassing nature, especially now that Orihime was sitting right next to her, just as naked as she was. The two girls tried to keep their eyes closed to pretend that the other one was not there, but it was difficult. Rukia kept hearing the various yelps and utterances of Orihime, who was not used to being bathed and also sporting a sore backside. For Orihime, being bathed was a new experience, so it was harder to separate that awkwardness from the embarrassment that came with being naked next to her friend. Regardless of how long it seemed to take, the two managed to weather through their soak, lifted out of the tub and dried off with a couple of fluffy towels.
Retsu carried the two bare girls back to the nursery, quickly powdering and diapering them in the infantile padding. While neither girl liked that they were being diapered, it was more than expected, so just the reprieve from the more extreme nudity was enough to calm their humiliation somewhat. Rukia was dressed in a blue onesie with a star pattern, noticing that a different pacifier had been clipped to it, this one of a matching color to the garment. Instead of a regular shirt this time, Orihime was dressed in a onesie as well, pink with a red stripe down the sides. As her bra had not been replaced, her chest's stretching of the fabric was a bit more obvious to those who looked, something Rukia found herself inadvertently doing.
"There we go, all dressed and ready for beddybye time." The Captain cooed, dropping the side of the crib.
While Orihime had known it was coming since their bath, now that she was about to sleep in the same bed as the woman she had poured her heart out to earlier that afternoon, she was starting to get nervous. Not quite the embarrassment she expected, and she was not sure why. Yet, the two were deposited into the crib without a single bit of hesitation. Much like the changing table, the two could fit in the crib without discomfort, though they would easily bump into each other if wither rolled over in their sleep.
"Oh my, how could I forget?" Retsu said as she placed Chappy in the bed between the two of them, "Good night, you two."
As she wished them goodnight, Unohana reached down and gave both a quick, motherly kiss on the forehead, locking the crib's side up and into place. It would do little to prevent the two of them from escaping if they wanted to, but the thought of Retsu's intimidating retribution certainly did. She said no more as she left the room, turning the light off and closing the door behind her.
Moments passed in awkward silence, neither girl knowing what to say. It was early for Orihime, so she was wide awake. Rukia, conditioned by her recently early bedtime, found herself growing sleepier with every passing second.
"Umm, this is certainly an interesting experience." Orihime eventually broke the silence that pervaded the room.
"Tch, yeah, it's something all right…" Rukia muttered between yawns.
"Hehe, I wasn't quite as much into that show as you were, though."
"Uh-huh, funny show…"
"…Good night, Rukia."
The only response she received was the rhythmic sound of the girl suckling on her pacifier, sound asleep. The brunette positioned the stuffed rabbit in her friend's arm and tucked the blanket over her, followed by over herself. Despite the early hour, the girl found herself slowly drifting off as well, perhaps comforted by the presence of her friend, falling asleep just a few short minutes after Rukia.