By: Lord Archive

Digimon belongs to Toei, Konaka and many others and has been used without consent.
Hirokazu: No shit, 'used without consent!' They'd NEVER allow this!
Lord Archive: You're not getting a part in this then.
Hirokazu: WHAT?! I don't get laid?! ARGH!!!!

While done MOSTLY tastefully, this fict includes the following sex acts and fetishes:
Baby play- a person being treated like a baby in almost every sense
of the word. In other words: wearing a diaper, go the bathroom in
it, not be allowed to talk, eat baby food, etc....
Golden shower- Pissing on someone.
Shaving- Having ones pubic hair removed.
Spanking- Well, it's being spanked.
Double Penetration- Vaginally and anally pleasured at the same time.
Toys- Object being used to provide sexual stimulus.
Anal sex- A guy inserting his penis into a person's anus.
Oral sex- Providing sexual stimulus to the penis with ones mouth.
Fisting- Insertion of the hand and forming a fist inside the vagina or anus.
Voyeurism - Watching someone have sex.
Fantasy- Imagining a sexual encounter that didn't happen.
Incest- Sex between closely related individuals.

This occurs years after the Tamers series, but how many years is up to you.

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Takato stared blankly at his computer screen. It seemed like a simple
assignment. What would be difficult about writing about yourself?
But then again, most kids don't have to worry about not putting
government classified secrets into their papers. Sure, almost everyone
at school knew that he was Dukemon during the D-Reaper battles years
ago, but he wasn't allowed to talk about it. So he could hardly
write about being a hero, partnered to a digimon, or anything like that.

Takato tried to think about what he could write about concerning
his family. Well, his family ran a bakery and that he may end up
taking over the store in the future, if he didn't end up a career
soldier. Takato shook his head. That wouldn't work as it would be
difficult explaining that career choice when he was already a military
officer, but perhaps another angle could.

Takato wouldn't say his parents were very understanding. They just
had odd points where they accepted things, and other points they
did not. Go out and fight a digimon? Fine. Can't use that. Go out
with Hirokazu and Kenta to see an adult movie? Not a chance. Invite
Juri over and make love to her? That's perfectly acceptable. Ugh.
Don't want the teacher to know that.

Takato sighed. Well, he should include some things about Juri. After
all, she was his girlfriend and they've been lovers for a long time
now. His first time with her was certainly special, even if it was
awkward, clumsy, and, well, disappointing to Juri in the beginning.
He had gotten off, but she didn't. Fortunately, they had all day
to explore each other. While he may not be multi-orgasmic, his young
age gave him the energy needed to go several times. He still 'hadn't
gotten it right' as Juri had put it considering she hadn't orgasmed
as much as he had, but she quickly remedied that situation by taking
some control of their love making. She didn't like it to get too
boring or mundane, so every once in a while she'd try something
new. Anal, fisting, sixty-nine, cowgirl, doggie, light bondage,
candle wax, food, and a few different role-playing games like the
'innocent' schoolgirl and the 'rapist'-- he done them all with her.
None of that helped him with his homework assignment, though.

Takato was very thankful when he heard someone knock on his door.
He could use the distraction. "Door's open."

Juri entered the room, carrying a large duffel bag with her. "Hi, Takato. What are you doing?"

Maybe not this much of a distraction, but he certainly didn't mind.
Takato shifted in his seat, and replied, "Trying to do my homework."

"Oh? What are you working on?" Juri asked.

"The essay we're supposed to write about ourselves," Takato answered reluctantly.

"That's due tomorrow," Juri pointed out. "Why don't you have it done already?"

"I don't know what to write about. It's either classified military
secrets or it'd give old Shinju-sensei a heart attack reading," Takato replied.

Juri frowned. "That would be a problem." She paused. "You've been
at this for a while now, haven't you?"

Takato nodded.

"Well, why don't you take a short break and do something for me," Juri almost purred.

"Sure thing!" Takato had a hard-on before Juri was even in his room,
but it grew painful in its intensity as he knew from her purr, that
she wanted to do something... kinky.

Juri smiled devilishly, even as she shifted nervously. "I want to
do something really different today." Very different. She had been
planning this for most of the week, though much of that had more
to deal with her questioning whether or not she wanted to go through
with this plan. Well, it was too late to back out now.

"Oh?" Takato questioned.

Juri nodded firmly. "I want you to treat me like a baby."

Takato blinked a few times. "You what?"

Juri opened her bag and pulled out a couple adult diapers and baby
wipes. She blushed in embarrassment as she repeated, "I want you to treat me like a baby."

Takato wasn't sure how this was supposed to be more exciting, but
if it got him laid-- he didn't care. He took one of the diapers
from her. "I guess I should put this on you then."

"You'll want to change me on this," Juri told him, pulling out a plastic mat from the bag.

Takato peered into the bag and saw various other baby related items.
"Where'd you get all this stuff?"

"Some of it is from when Masahiko was a baby, the rest I just bought,"
Juri replied. She debated going through and explaining everything
to him, but he should be able to figure it out. Besides, the longer
it took to get started, the more likely one of them would back out
of it. Not to mention all the water she drank before coming here
was starting to affect her. She laid down, placing her ass on the
plastic mat. "From here on, I will be a baby. I should be treated
as such. I won't talk at all, only cry or coo." She then shifted uncomfortably.

Takato spread her legs and kneeled in front of her as he went to
work at her lower clothes. Fully intent on having a bit of fun before
putting the diaper on her. He pulled off her short skirt, placing
it in his lap. He then grabbed her panties and started pulling it
off. Her legs were almost dead weight as she did not aid him as
he removed cottony undergarment. Takato leaned forward. "Oh, what
do we have here?" he cooed, fingering her fine pubic hair and rubbing
his thumb over her puckered sex lips.

Juri shuddered at the sensation, losing herself for a second in
the pleasure his light petting gave her. Then another feeling struck
her and was about to call out a warning, but it was too late.

A golden stream shot forth from just above her love hole and sprayed
right into Takato's face. Startled, he opened his mouth and was
'rewarded' with the bitter taste of her piss. The yellow shower
continued for half a minute as it soaked the stunned boy, getting
his clothes and her skirt wet as he pulled his face out of the watery blast.

Juri didn't know if she should cry like a baby, laugh her ass off
or die in embarrassment. She bit her lower lip to keep herself from
making a sound. She guessed she shouldn't have had so much to drink
before doing this, but she wanted to make sure she at least wet her diaper.

Takato didn't find it funny. He scowled at her, but then smirked
mischievously. "Well, if you want to be a baby, you should be punished
like one. Bad babies get spanked."

Juri blinked before Takato flipped her over. He raised his hand
into the air and brought it down on her tender tush with a resounding
smack. She yelped out loud in pain. Again his hand slapped against
her rear, this time leaving a brief handprint and she began to cry
like a baby but not as an act. Three more times the boy's hand crashed
against her round bottom, leaving a crisscross of handprints that
promised to form into bruises later.

Takato looked over at his 'work' and suspected he did a little too
much. Her crying, half-naked form in front of him looked so vulnerable,
he wanted nothing more than to comfort her in a way only a man could.
But that probably wouldn't be right as he was the one to hurt her
and that she was supposed to be a baby and you don't fuck the baby.

Juri continued to cry as Takato gently flipped her back on to the
mat. She never suspected he'd spank her that hard! He really needed
to learn how to deal with his anger.

Takato pulled out a couple baby wipes and lifted her legs by the
ankles, pushing her knees above her chest and spreading open her
ass cheeks in the process. He then used the wipes clean her crack,
removing the 'chocolate starfish' from her hole. "Do you ever wipe your ass?"

Juri's baby cries intensified.

Takato shook his head and took another wipe to clean the top of
her other hole. He was only trying to deal with cleaning her piss
that came from above her vagina, and not think of how he was touching
her pussy. Dear gods, how he wanted to ram his cock into her.

Juri was fighting the urge to moan in pleasure from his touch. Babies
don't get aroused like this. Though that was a mute argument since
she had been a little horny from the beginning and this being a
sexual play was half the point.

Takato let go of Juri's legs to get the diaper, and her legs flopped
to the ground and 'accidentally' getting in his way as she kicked
him while still crying. He could tell this was more of an act, but
she had already been punished once. It took a bit of work to avoid
her flailing feet and open the diaper, but he eventually succeeded.
He then went to grab her ankles again, but she playfully fought
against him. He belated realized he should have put the diaper down
first as the sticky fasteners kept on adhering to one of them as they fought.

Juri was set to make him pay for spanking her that hard, but became
quite as he sternly warned her, "Stop it, or I'll spank you again."

Takato then detached the sticky fasteners on the diaper from his
arm right arm and her left leg. He then used his leverage with his
right hand to push her knees over her head and raising her ass off
the floor. He then placed the diaper under her using his left hand
and then guided her legs back down. Quickly he wrapped the diaper
up through her legs and fastened it shut. "Wow! I did it right."

Juri wanted to correct him about forgetting the baby powder. Her
bottom was a little moist from the baby wipes and her piss and could
cause her... irritation. If it got too bad, she'd just finish the game early.

Takato bent over Juri. "You're all set, my little girl. Love you," he cooed.

Juri cooed back. Wearing a diaper felt... interesting. It was very
comfortable, kind of like having a pillow for panties. It was very
soft against her skin, which she was thankful for considering her
sore ass. Though the light caress of the soft cotton against her
inner thighs and nether regions provided an additional stimulus
that babies certainly didn't experience.

Takato stood up, and his mind went back to his soaked clothes. "Can't
believe you pissed on me." He shook his head and started to take
off his clothes. It was no big deal being naked in front of her,
she had seen his dick often enough.

Juri rolled over and scooted to her hands and knees. She began to
crawl around and plopped on her ass and watched as Takato remove
his clothes. She wished she hadn't. His erect missile made of think
of things that were anything but baby-like as she began to lightly
stroke the diaper, causing it to rub delightfully against her sex.
Well, that would be a nice 'pacifier' to suck on. She cooed as she
got an idea, and then started crying.

Takato turned around. "What is it now, Juri?" But crying was her
only response. He approached her and she leaned forward and clamped
down on his manhood with her lips and began sucking for all her
worth. His eyes widened in shock and he emitted a long groan of
pleasure as she worked his tool like a base amateur. She knew how
to do it better, but for some reason wasn't.

Juri let tongue massage the underside of his shaft as she continued
to try to inhale his meat like a vacuum. He better not complain
about the lack of technique considering babies tended to bite down
on the pacifiers. Not to be left wanting, she began to stroke her
special cotton underpants again.

Takato couldn't take the pressure nor the lack of change in pace.
He grabbed her head and began to thrust his prick into her mouth.
Unfortunately, she was sitting in a bad angle for that as the head
of his cock ran across the top of her mouth until in crashed into
her throat, causing her to gag violently.

Juri pulled away as vomit erupted from her mouth, coating Takato's
dick with her breakfast of miso soup and rice. She coughed a few
times and then started wailing like a baby.

"Aw, damn. I'm sorry, Juri. I just lost it for a moment." Takato
sagged as she pretended not to hear him. He looked down at his puke
covered dick. "This has not been my day." He frowned, trying to
figure out what he should do first. He took his piss covered shirt
and used it to wipe Juri, himself and floor as clean as he could.
He'd need to do more about the floor later, but right now they both
SERIOUSLY needed a bath. He then tossed his urine soaked pants back
on and picked up Juri with only a slight grunt of effort as she
didn't fight him for once. Opening the door proved to be a little
problematic as he didn't want to set her down, but he managed to open it.

"Takato?" Mrs. Matsuda looked over her son, who was standing nervously
in the hallway dressed only in smelly wet pants and was holding
his girlfriend in his arms. And she was wearing diapers and a badly
stained shirt. "Forget it. I don't want to know. Just keep the noises
down." She turned around and walked away stiffly while muttering,
"Why can't I have a _normal_ son? Making all that racket at the
end of breakfast rush, no less, when he should be helping out."

The myriad of lame excuses died on Takato's tongue and were swept
away with a sigh of relief. He finished his trek to the changing/laundry
room, which continued into the bathing room through a set of sliding
doors. He then set Juri on the floor and began to remove her shirt.

Juri let out a sigh. "Time out."

"Huh?" Takato questioned.

"I think you're forgetting something," Juri commented.

"What's that?" Takato asked.

Juri held up her shirt. "Clean clothes."

"Oops." Takato blushed in embarrassment and moved to get them.

"Get all the clothes we just got dirty. I'll start washing them," Juri added.

Takato nodded. "Good idea."

"Don't forget the duffel bag," Juri reminded him as he left. She
shook her head as she tossed her shirt into the washer machine and
then added her bra. This was certainly not how she had wanted things
to go. There was no way in hell she'd let Ruki know about this particular
escapade. He should have been better at this. He needed to be better
at this. Perhaps it would be better after she gave him some... relief.
He was probably having trouble properly treating her like a baby
since he was obviously thinking too much about making love to her.
He should be better after a little fun.

Takato staggered into the room, loaded down with the duffel bag
and clothes. "Geez, there's a lot of baby crap to lug around."

"Of course there is. Taking care of babies requires a lot of work
and you need to have all that stuff to take care of all their needs," Juri explained.

"If you say so," Takato replied, only half hearing what she said.
His eyes were glued to his diaper clad lover. Juri wasn't exactly
a skinny girl, but she wasn't really fat either. What fat she did
have helped to give a bit of a pudgy baby look, which her developing chest added to the look.

Juri was delighted at how Takato was eyeing her, though he should
be grateful she could not read his thoughts regarding her being
'pudgy.' She took the dirty clothes from him, but then frowned. "You forgot the plastic mat."

"Why do we need that?" Takato questioned.

Juri smirked. "Three reasons, really. One, it needs to be cleaned.
Two, after the bath, you'll need to use it to properly diaper me.
Don't forget to use the baby powder next time. And three, I'd rather
make love to you on that than on the tiles on the bathing room floor."

Takato seemed to vanish for only a moment as he quickly got the mat.

Juri almost groaned. With Takato being this ready, her chances of
getting off were almost non-existent. Well, they were about to take
a bath, so she should be able to get two rounds out of him.

Takato ripped off his pants and added them to the wash with the rest of the clothes.

Juri entered the bathing room and used the shower head to wash the
mat clean and sprayed herself to make sure there was no vomit on her.

Takato went into the bathing room completely naked and shut the
door. He turned to look at his now wet lover and received another
shower from her. At least this time it was clean water as she rinsed him off.

Juri then took a towel and dried herself and the mat. She tossed
Takato the towel before she placed the mat on the floor and laid down on top of it.

"I'm ready for some quick fun," Juri called out seductively, though
she wished this would be anything but quick.

Takato couldn't wait any longer. He carelessly tossed the towel
over his shoulder and quickly moved between Juri's spread legs.
His hands twitched in barely contained excitement as he pealed the
fasteners off the soggy diaper she was wearing and pealed it off
her skin to see the treasure that laid beneath it. He did not bother
to remove the diaper from under her, rather he took his pulsing
rod of life and guided it into her tunnel of love. He let out a
grunt of pleasure as her tight flesh wrapped around him in her special loving embrace.

Juri let out a squeal of pleasure as Takato's hot man-staff pounded
her insides. She raised her legs into the air, letting him go deeper
inside her being with every thrust. To say she enjoyed the feeling
of his penis filling her so completely would be an understatement.
There were no worlds she could use to describe the sensations he
generated in her. How can anyone describe making love to the one you love?

Takato gritted his teeth. He had wanted to do this all day, and
now he was finally fucking his girlfriend. He didn't feel he deserved
to touch her like this. To violate her with his needs for pleasure,
but she had never once said no to him. For that alone he would love her forever.

Together they moved to enhance the wondrous sensations they were
sharing. His skinny ass bouncing between her upright legs like a
dancing, over excited football player after scoring a touchdown.
Their hands roamed over each others bodies bringing torrential storms
of pleasures with their heated touch.

All too soon, the horizontal dance between the young lovers came
to an end as Takato showered Juri's insides with his sticky white
seeds. He panted heavily as his hips continued to thrust into her
out of repetitive habit. His mighty oaken staff quickly shrinking back into a twig.

Takato brushed a few hairs off her face tenderly. "You didn't cum, did you?"

Juri smirked devilishly. "Not yet."

Takato blinked. "Huh?"

"I have an idea how we can go again," Juri replied. "We'll wash
each other, but certainly not as if we're babies."

Takato shrugged. Even if his little soldier didn't come up for this
task, it still should be fun. "I'll wash you first." He stood up
to get the bathing supplies he'd need.

Juri nodded as she got off the mat and set it aside. She then got
the bathing stool and sat down on it, shifting a little bit as her
rear was still a little tender.

Takato was thinking of how he could give Juri a sexual encounter
she'd never forget. Well, he knew how to start this. He turned on
the water faucet and carefully checked the water temperature and
filled a wash bucket with it and lathered up a wash cloth.

Juri waited for him to dump the water on her and was pleasantly
surprised that it just a tad colder than lukewarm. It was only enough
to give her a light shudder. Takato then came up behind her with
the soapy cloth and began to scrub her very erect nipples with an
excruciatingly slow and mind-numbingly blissful pace. Her tits tingled
as he laid layer after layer of soap as he rubbed circles of suds on her womanly peaks.

Takato smiled hearing her loud moans of appreciation, but that wasn't
all he planned. He took his clean left hand and slithered it across
her heated body until it reached its destination between her legs.
He teased her with his feather light caress as he gently traced around her pussy.

Juri didn't know how much more of this devilishly blissful torture
she could take. Her voice squeaked as her moans echoed in the air.
She was going mad with the need to feel release. She bounced on
the stool, unable to feel the soreness of her bruised derriere over
the pleasure. "YES!" she cried out as Takato plunged two finger
between her folds and began to rub the insides of hot box. Her hips
ground into his hand, pressing her clit tightly against his probing
fingers. She clutched onto his left arms like it was a lifeline
and yelled out his name as her orgasm finally struck her, drowning her in a tsunami of euphoria.

Takato grinned with pride as he pulled his arms free of her and
she collapsed forward. She was panting heavily and had her head
turned so she could smile her thanks. She didn't always cum this
fiercely, but it felt good when she did.

It was rather unusual how Takato learned to touch her so well. At
Juri's last birthday party she had a slumber party with Ruki, Renamon,
Miki, and Ayaka. It was a rather bad idea to play truth or dare
with alcohol being easily available from the Katou's bar downstairs.
The game had gotten out of hand. It apparently started with Miki
challenging Renamon to admit love to someone on her digital video
camera and they would email the confession to him. To say Renamon
was reluctant would've been an understatement. Even as the camera
was recording, she was trying to back out of it, and Ruki apparently
pressed it too far. While the next morning Jenrya got a message
he'd never forget, Renamon dared Ruki to have sex with one of the
other girls and that it would be taped as well. Ruki was more than
a little drunk and dared Juri to be her partner. Juri then followed
up by making Ayaka masturbate in public, and Ayaka in turn had Miki
seduce Kenta. Renamon may not have been drunk when that mess started,
but she was plastered when it ended. After Miki sent off the love
confession, Renamon had her revenge by emailing all the movies to
almost every email address she knew, even Yamaki.

Those movies caused quite a few problems, but by watching how Ruki
and Juri touched each other, not to mention seeing how Ayaka played
with herself, Takato learned a few new tricks to pleasure his lover.
It had been upsetting to see Juri having sex with someone else,
but he had been more upset to see Kenta having a bigger cock and
was able to get Miki off not once but twice during their first time.
Still, those videos were VERY arousing.

Takato frowned at his hardened man-staff. Now he needed to get off
again, but she needed to recoup a little first. As he waited for
her to recover, he eyed her red ass bobbing before him. That would
be fun, but he'd need some lubricant first. He hoped Juri included
some Vaseline in the baby supplies.

Juri was about to sit up as Takato opened the bathing room door,
but stopped when he ordered her not to move. She waited as she heard
her rummage through the duffel bag. "What are you doing?"

Takato grinned as he found more than what he was looking for. "I
got a fun idea, but don't look. It's a surprise."

"Oh?" Juri turned her head and focused on the shower wall. Time
crawled as she waited for his return and wondered what was rattling. "What's taking you so long?"

"Just wanted to have everything ready," Takato replied as he entered the room and shut the door.

"Can I look now?" Juri asked.

"Nope. You're exactly where I want you to be," Takato answered.

Juri gave a little squeak of shock as she felt him put some cold
jelly around her anus. She didn't have to guess what he was going
to do as they had done this before. She relaxed herself as much
as she could and was ready when she felt his hardened tool pressed
at her back door. Slowly her hole was pushed open as her lover applied
increasing force to press his dick deep into her. She then squeezed
her ass and was rewarded with a straggled groan of pleasure from
him as arse hole clamped tightly around his staff.

Takato began to gently sodomize his lover, tenderly sliding his
cock up and down her poop shoot. But as wonderful as analling her
felt for him, it didn't do much for her. He had planned to finger
her off, but he found something better.

Juri was wondering when Takato was going to return the favor when
she heard a baby rattle. She pushed herself up a little to look
underneath herself and her eyes widened in surprise and her ass
clamped down on him hard. "What are you doing?!"

"Just this." Takato tried to ignore the constricting force around
his cock as his left hand spread Juri's pussy lips and his right
pressing the large, round, bulbous, Vaseline-covered head of the
rattle into her love canal. Slowly he eased it into her and her
stiff moans of ecstasy added to his own as her sphincter muscles
pulsed around his manhood with unbearable might.

Juri finally began to relax after the baby toy finally entered her
fully. She had never felt so... full before. The closest she could
relate to this was when he had pushed his hand into her vagina and
made a fist, but that had been more of a demonstration of trust
than lust. Even with all their experimentation, the furthest extent
of double penetration they had done was having one of his fingers
up her butt while they made love. It was a lot more intense having
two large object enter her so deeply for the sole reason to give her carnal pleasure.

Takato waited for her to calm down enough for him to continue. He
put his ring finger through the loop on the other end of the rattle
and pulled down with his hand, causing Juri to shudder as the bulbous
head moved down her pussy. Then Takato pushed back up, making her
groan in delight as the rattle went deeper into her again. He was
pleased with the results of his little inverted yo-yo of pleasure.
After getting the right rhythm with the rattle, he returned to his
other task of plundering her anal opening.

Juri struggled to support herself as her lover pounded into her
from behind. His hips spanking against her sore but cute round tushie
as his rod of might pistoned deep into her brown hole. The pain
and heat from bruised rear did more to add seasoning to the exquisite
meal of ecstasy than spoil it. She could hear the rattle as it moved
inside her, somehow increasing to the pleasure of being fucked by
the baby toy. The soap drying on her breasts didn't distract from
her feelings either, but increased the wildfire of passion blazing
through the young woman's body. Every second was a cornucopia of
sensations that threatened to drown her. If only all of Takato's ideas were this good.

Takato continued to slam against her backside. The tension on him
was insane. Her arse held his penis with fanatical tightness. Her
inner flesh burning his sex tool with its forceful touch all the
way around. He tried to control himself. Changing the speed of his
thrusts and short breaks only delayed the inevitable. With a final
grunt, Takato succumbed to his pleasure, releasing his love juices into his beloved.

Juri didn't have time to feel regret at not orgasming with her lover.
Even after cumming into her, he did not stop moving the baby rattle.
The round head continued to stroke her insides in a way she never
experienced before. The rattle was easily twice Takato's girth,
which stretched her far more than she was used too.

Takato pulled Juri up off her hands so that she was kneeling before
him. He half supported her with his left hand as it rubbed over
her chest. He then tilted his head forward and began leaving light
kisses all over her neck and nibbled her ear tenderly.

Juri couldn't even see as her pussy clamped hard onto the rattle
and tried to suck it deeper into her flesh than it could go. Her
own pleasure fluids drenching the toy as it flooded her canal. The
sensations she was feeling were just too much for her.

Takato held her tightly as she shook in orgasmic fury. Today may
have started bad, but it had certainly improved now. There was nothing
he loved more to hold Juri in his embrace as she recovered from
pleasure he alone had given her. He often wished he could hold her
like this forever as these moments were all too brief.

Juri panted as she began to relax in her lover's warm hug. She felt
as if she was protected from the world with his arms wrapped around
her. There had been a time she feared she could never feel safe
again, but Takato's love for her had given her the security she
needed to overcome the tortures inflicted upon her by the D-Reaper.
She had been reluctant at first to accept his feelings, but she
was glad she did. Together like this, she felt they could handle
any problem life threw at them. She certainly hoped they could.

"Stay relaxed. I'm going to take the rattle out now," Takato whispered into her ear.

Juri bit her lip as she nodded. Slowly, the bulbous head of the
rattle began to move down her intimate passage way. She let out
a strangled moan as it popped out of her. Her eyes stared at the
rattle wondering how Takato managed to get it inside her.

Takato sat down, bringing Juri onto his lap in the process as he did not want to let go of her.

Juri was content to stay like that for a few minutes, but the drying
soap on her chest was starting to irritate her rather than arouse
her. With a sigh, she told him, "We really should take our bath now."

Takato reluctantly nodded. He let go of Juri and she returned to
the bathing stool. He quickly got the bathing supplies back together
and once again splashed her with water, this time a bit colder.

Juri shuddered as the frigid water cascaded over her. But that was
thankfully followed by a pair of soap covered hands that began to
scrub her body. She started to coo like a baby as Takato covered her in suds.

"I thought you weren't going to play 'baby' while bathing," Takato commented.

Juri looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "I changed my mind. Coo."
She was rewarded with a glob of soapy foam covering her nose.

Takato started to get into the act as he took his wash cloth and
began to clean her little toes while reciting an English nursery
rhyme about little piggies that school had pointlessly taught him.
He paused as he got to the big toe, still pinching it with his soapy fingers.

"Forgot the next part?" Juri guessed.

"Well... not exactly. I was just thinking about this baby stuff...." Takato trailed off.

"What about it?" Juri pressed.

Takato pointed between her legs. "Um, it's just that babies don't have pubic hair."

Juri blinked as she looked down, and then stared at him. "You want me to... shave?"

"It'd help you, ah, look the part," Takato pointed out.

Juri debated the idea. The worst that could happen was getting cut
by a razor. It was something different. Besides, it would grow back.
"All right, but first finish bathing me."

Takato nodded and quickly finished his task, not bothering to treat
her like a baby. He filled the wash bucket once more and dumped
it over her to wash away the soapy film. He then stood up and ordered,
"Lie down. I'll be right back."

Juri nervously did as instructed but set the plastic mat down first
and laid spread eagle over that.

Takato returned a moment latter carrying a couple different razors,
shaving cream and an electric razor. "Stay calm and don't move."

Don't move? She was certainly going to try. Stay calm was another
issue entirely. He was going to take a sharp blade and run it over
the most sensitive area of her body. A minor cut would probably
hurt like a bitch. It was a testament of how much she trusted him
that she was letting him do this to her.

Takato shook the can of shaving cream violently before unleashing
the contents directly at her pubic region. He then smoothed out
the white foam before grabbing his mother's leg razor and carefully
setting it at the top of white mound and mowed an area clear. The
razor failed to remove much her bush as the thick hair it did cut
entangled around the blade. He cleaned the blade and compared it
against his father's old razor. They didn't look that different
besides color, but he switched to the beard razor anyway. The result was the same.

Juri fought the urge to squirm as the blades continued their assault
on her sex hairs. Each swipe removing more hair and coming increasingly
closer to her tender skin. The white mountain of foam disappeared,
but then returned only to be hacked away once more. She watched
with fascination as Takato ran the razor over her nether regions
and only saw skin in its wake where there should have been a mound of sexual fur.

Takato ran his fingers over his work and felt the fine stubble of
her pubic hair. He wasn't done yet. He picked up the electric razor
and carefully adjusted it. He then lightly pressed it against her skin.

Juri felt the tingle and vibration as the electric razor trimmed
away what little hair she had left. It then stung as it pinched her skin.

Takato quickly pulled it away and examined her skin. She had a small
red welt on otherwise smooth skin with some fine stubble on her
more curved skin that he dare not try to shave any closer than he
had. She looked rather appealing as her hairless mound reminded
him of the first time he saw her naked. Hirokazu had pulled her
pants down back in kindergarten for trying to join in on a 'boys'
game.' In a funny way, that may have been how he fell in love with
her in the first place. He got an almost illicit pleasure just seeing
her like this. It was as if he had a little girl for his personal
sex toy. He then frown at his mighty warrior as it continued to
rest in the at ease position. It had fought and won two battles
already this morning and wasn't ready to go again yet.

Juri shifted as she got used to the breeze against her newly exposed
skin. It didn't really feel different having her hair removed, but
it made her all the more aware of that region of her body. To distract
herself, she got up and announced, "Your turn for a bath."

Takato pouted as he nodded. He got on the stool and relaxed as his
lover went to work on cleaning him. Her small gentle hands did a
wonderful job of making him feel comfortable as she massaged his
skin while covering him in soap. With a quick splash of water, he
was rinsed clean. Wordlessly he got up and went into the furo bath,
only to be followed by Juri sitting on his lap.

The pair were quite content to sit in the hot bath water, relishing
in the joy of being in each other's intimate presence.

"Any idea how I should write my essay?" Takato questioned.

Juri frowned as played with Takato's right hand. "I haven't exactly
written mine either. I got a couple pages on my family, but after
that I really have the same problem as you. How can I explain how
much you mean to me without going into how you helped me deal with
what the D-Reaper did to me or referencing that we're lovers? I
somehow got my future plans of being your housewife up to a half
page, but that still leaves me with over two more pages to write."

"Maybe I should just turn in my paper with 'classified information'
written on it," Takato half-joked.

Juri turned to scowl at him. "Don't you dare. I can't use that excuse
because they don't know I was involved in all of that! If I have to write mine, so do you."

"I was just joking." Takato grinned as he began to tickle her.

Juri fought him as she began laughing uncontrollably. "Takato...
stop...." she managed as she shook in forced merriment. She could
hardly breathe as he tortured her with his demented touch.

Takato final granted her mercy after a minute, and once again got
to hold her as she panted heavily in his arms. He looked into her
eyes and saw how she didn't need to make love to him. She had already
been satisfied with what they already did. Frankly, he didn't need
to either. But they could do it again if they wanted to.

Juri accepted his kiss, enjoying his lips pressed against hers.
Not to mention the thrill of his once again erect penis riding up
her ass crack as she was sitting on it. She content with doing just
this, but didn't issue any protest as he ended the kiss and guided her to stand up.

"Time to diaper the baby," Takato cooed at her.

Juri was only a little disappointed that they weren't going to do
more first. She had orgasmed two times today. She let Takato lead
her to the plastic mat and sat her down on it. He then grabbed a
towel and began drying her off gently, even taking special attention
of her long hair. She felt like she was being dabbed by a cloud
as he tenderly touched her wet skin. All too soon, she was dry and
he made her lay down. He then raised her ass off the ground and
powdered her behind and slipped a diaper beneath her.

Takato lowered Juri's ass onto the diaper and stared at her bald,
prepubescent looking pussy. He looked her in the eyes and saw want
in them as well. "Always did wonder what it would've been like to
have sex with you before you grew hair." He crawled up her body
and grinned sheepishly at her. "Time to fuck the baby." Without
any further warning or foreplay, his sword plunged into her seemingly innocent body.

Juri moaned as his manhood stretched her insides once more and his
pubic hair tickled her hairless mound as it moved across her skin
while he slammed his hips against her inner thighs.

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"Don't you think the radio is a bit loud?" an elderly woman asked.

"I hadn't noticed," Mrs. Matsuda lied. "Have a nice day."

"You too," the elderly lady returned as she left the bakery.

After the lady had left, Mrs. Matsuda hit the mute button on the
radio. The sounds of music gave way to the echoes of her future
daughter-in-law getting fucked by her son. That had to be the second
or third, maybe even the fourth time this morning!

Mrs. Matsuda shook her head. She was lucky to get that much in a
month from her husband. She remembered back in her college days
when she had her little weekends of perverted pleasure while she
had dated Takehiro. They had done all sorts of nasty things to each
other. The last time she really had great sex was just before finding
out she had gotten an unintended graduation present of pregnancy and a quick marriage.

What she wouldn't give to scream her head off in ecstasy. The last
time was just plain too damn long ago. She was still young. Forty
is NOT old! She could have had another baby if her husband had a
sperm count that meant anything. Not to mention some sexual desire. Gods, she needed to be laid.

Mrs. Matsuda quickly turned the radio back on as a customer entered
the shop. She was courteous to the shopper, but her mind was on
her son ramming his cock up Juri's cunt. She tried not to think
about it, but it wasn't doing much good. After a few more customers,
another call of nature made itself known. She called out, "Takehiro,
can you take over the register?"

Mr. Matsuda came up front. "Sure thing, dear. I was just doing a little cleaning."

Mrs. Matsuda was quite thankful that she wasn't hearing Takato and
Juri making love as she made her way upstairs. She entered the toilet
room and found some relief. As she squatted over the toilet, Juri's
laughter pierced the walls. She frowned trying to remember the last
time Takehiro tickled her like that. Every time he had done that,
it was followed by sex. However, Mrs. Matsuda's curiosity peaked
as she didn't hear moans of pleasure following the laughter.

Curiosity and horniness was often a bad combination. Mrs. Matsuda
finished her duty and then quietly snuck over to the changing room.
As she got to the door to the bathing room, wondering if they were
still in their, she heard her son make some comment about Juri being
hairless and fucking the baby. Then the moans began to echo once
more. Her hands twitched as she open the bathing room door a crack
and saw Takato's backside as his stiff prick slid in and out of Juri's box.

When Mrs. Matsuda's hand went under her pants and undergarment,
she didn't know. However, it was there and she was rubbing herself
feverishly. She didn't take her eyes off her son as he ravished the girl below him.

"Mie?!" Mr. Matsuda questioned in a whispered yell, from his vantage
point he could see what she was spying on.

"Shut up and fuck me," was her harsh, but quiet, reply.

"Whatever you say, my little slut," Mr. Matsuda whispered into her
ear before ripping down her pants and rammed himself into like a
dog. His hips slammed into her. His engorged manliness delving deep
into her in time with their son's thrusts. She couldn't contain
her voice as she was finally feeling long denied pleasure and let out a loud moan.

Takato's parents looked at the alerted and startled teens. Awkward
was not a way to describe this. How do you explain to your son something like this?!

Mrs. Matsuda then saw her son's well hung package. He wasn't as
big as his father, but was rather impressive none the less. She
then noticed that Juri staring had locked on to something and quickly
realized what that was, Takehiro's larger penis. She then looked
at her husband, who was eyeing Juri's hairless cunt.

"Why don't we switch partners?" Mrs. Matsuda couldn't believe she asked that.

"Fine with me," Mr. Matsuda replied and with Juri's nervous nodded,
he took the girl and picked her up. The girl's flesh parted with
amazing ease as the man's penis violated his son's fiancee. Her
virgin-esque sex wrapping around his magical sword with insane tightness.

Mrs. Matsuda sat down and spread her legs wide for her son to see
what a truly mature sex had to offer. He moved toward her with reluctant
steps, but the sight of his father plundering Juri gave him the incentive to follow through.

Takato grunted as he entered his mother's sopping pussy, which was
beyond wet with need. His young prick humping into her with speedy
thrusts his father was no longer able to do.

Mrs. Matsuda writhed in untold pleasure as her son rode her hard
and fast. She felt like she was twenty again when Takehiro's best
friend in college had first deflowered her. She let out quick breaths
as her orgasm was quickly approaching.

Takato stopped ramming himself into his mother in fear of cumming
inside her. He pushed up his mother's shirt and bra and straddled
her chest. He placed his hot iron rod between her mountains of flesh
and pressed them tightly against his cock. He then began to hump
her boobs as he used her mammaries to jack off and produce milk of a whole different sort.

All too soon Mrs. Matsuda heard her husband grunt which was shortly
followed by Juri emitting an orgasmic cry. She was close to cumming herself, but... but....

But that was really Takato and Juri finishing their love session.
Takehiro had never come up to pleasure her nor had they switched
partners. It was just her nasty, perverted imagination. And unless
she wanted her son to find out his mother was... well, as perverted
as Juri was considering what was in the duffel bag, she had better
get dressed and get back downstairs quickly. She took the small
can of air fresher out from between her breasts, put her clothes
back where they belonged, and got out of there as quickly as she could.

Mrs. Matsuda paused and gave the duffel bag one final look. All
that baby stuff had better be because Juri was being perverted.
Considering the video of the girl doing the sixty-nine with Ruki,
it probably was just a bit of role-playing. That had better be all
it was. She shook her head and finally left.

Mrs. Matsuda was still horny. She NEEDED to be fucked like a man
in a desert needed water. She didn't dare get it from her son. It
was one thing to fantasize about it, but it was something else entirely
to do it. But how can she get her husband's limp dick to perform
for her? She smiled at the clock.

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"Takehiro, lunch time!"

Takehiro was thankful to hear that call. He quickly put the 'temporarily
closed' sign up and locked the door. He then rushed in the dinning
room to see what dish his wife prepared for him. He damned near
swallowed his tongue at the sight before him.

Miniature french bread glazed with sugar was apparently the main
course with two mounds of whip cream each topped with a strawberry
for desert, all of which were splayed out over the more intimate
parts of his wife's otherwise nude body.

"Mie?!" Takehiro called out in shock.

"Shut up and eat me," Mie ordered threateningly.

Takehiro knew his son's sexual escapades were having an effect on
his wife. That she had just turned forty certainly didn't help.
His wife was going through a mid-life crisis and it apparently finally
exploded. There was nothing more he could now except be a man for
his beloved wife. He clapped his hands together and announced, "Thanks
for the food! But it's best to share."

Damn right he better share. Mie wasn't doing this for his pleasure. That was only an added bonus.

Takehiro leaned forward and brought his lips around one of the strawberries
topping his wife's whip cream bikini. He pulled it away and then
brought small red fruit to his beloved's lips. She opened her mouth
accepting his offer. As one they bit down on it, kissing each other
as they chewed their shared food. Their tongues swishing the fleshy
fruit between their mouths. They both swallowed, savoring the tangy
flavor. He then got the other strawberry and split it as well.

Mie let out a groan as her husband did more than share the second
fruit with her. He had taken hold of the miniature french bread
she had inserted into herself and began to push it in and out of
her twat. It was very arousing at first as the hard bread stroked
the sensitive insides of love canal. However, the waters caused
by his stimulation began to soften the bake good, and then it started
to break apart as it probed deeply into her. She reluctantly pulled away and told him, "Stop."

Takehiro took a step back and pulled the bread out in the process.
He didn't have to ask her why she ended this when he noticed the
french bread was a bit shorter than it should have been. He then
grinned as he got an idea. "I'll clean you out," he told her and
quickly examined his nails. "You'll need to relax."

Mie didn't want to relax, but what she guessed he wanted to do wasn't
exactly going to be relaxing. She nodded her consent and spread her legs wider.

Takehiro took a bite from the soggy end of the french bread, tasting
his wife's juices more than the baked good. He then set the food
aside and went to his task. He held his right hand straight out
and then folded it so his fingers took more of a spear appearance.
He then pressed against her vaginal opening. First the tip of his
middle finger entered her, which was slowly followed by the rest
of his fingers. He continued to move his hand deeper into sex, spreading
her wide as her flesh wrapped around his hand. He took over a minute
to push his way deep into her as he did not want to hurt her. He
didn't stop until her nether lips were kissing his wrist. Cautiously,
he made a fist, scooping the fragmented bread into his palm.

Mie waited on baited breathe, enjoying her husbands fist stretching
her snatch the most it had been since Takato's head had come through
it. She grabbed his lower arm and guided it to thrust deeper into
her. "Fuck me with your fist," she demanded. "Punch my hungry pussy for all it's worth."

Takehiro sweat-dropped as his wife talked. She hadn't said anything
that dirty since he knocked her up. Getting pregnant had turned
his wild and crazy girlfriend into an uptight and traditional wife.
After all these years, the girl he fell in love with was back and
she wanted him bad. He was not going to leave her disappointed.
He let go of all pretense of being gentle or slow as he pulled back
until the base of his fist was visible from her cunt and then rocketed it arm into her.

Mie let out a scream of passion the likes of which hadn't escaped
her lips since college. "YES! FIST ME HARDER!" Her pussy blazed
with the welcomed burning pain of being filled beyond measure. His
fist pounding her into ecstasy that she had all but forgotten. She
writhed on the kitchen table, unable to control her body. Her world
was nothing more than the inferno ragging between her legs.

Takehiro didn't stop pounding Mie's cunt even after she unleashed
an orgasmic cry of joy. This woman had left him wanting since she
told him the damning words, 'I'm pregnant.' How many 'headaches'
had she had when he wanted fun? Hell, how many times had she given
him a headache so he wouldn't want fun? Now she was begging for
pleasure she had denied him. And he was going to get his own share
as well. Without warning he ripped his hand from her with a resounding
wet pop and quickly undid his pants, dropping them around his ankles
with his underpants. He then took his exposed raging erection and
slid it deeply between his wife's wide sex lips. There was very
little tightness around his hot member, but it was enough. He banged
his cock into her wet and hungry pleasure hole. In and out his manhood
went, plundering the woman's body with unrestrained want.

"GODS YES! FUCK ME HARD, DADDY! MAKE ME CUM!" Mie could die happy
as her husband ravished her body. She no longer cared that he hadn't
done this in ages. He was doing it now! She loved how his big prick
spread her open. She felt joy in how his hands smeared the whip
cream as his powerful grip kneaded her slightly sagging breasts.
She lost count of how many times she came, but she didn't care.
The euphoria gripped her deeply as her body burned. Another orgasm
struck her with the force of a tsunami. Her eyes rolled backwards as she passed out in ecstasy.

Takehiro only noticed his wife had fainted because of the loud thump
she made as her body relaxed suddenly onto the kitchen table. Well,
if she wasn't going to feel this, he thought as he pulled out of
her. He stroked his gun a few more times before he let out a loud
grunt and opened fire, spraying her with showers of sticky white bullets.

Takehiro panted as he looked over his blissfully slumbering and
very messy wife. Dear gods, how he wanted to do that since forever.
He pulled up his lower clothes, washed his hands, tossed on an apron
to cover any incriminating stains, and grabbed an apple to munch
on before returning to the store to reopen it. She wasn't the only
one to be going through a midlife crisis he told himself ruefully
as he sold his baked goods to the waiting customers. He had no intention
of waking his wife. If Takato or Juri found her, it would serve
them right considering how careless those two had been with their
sexual needs. He lost count of how many times he had seen Juri naked.

--------------------

Takato carried Juri back to his room and set her on his bed gently.
While he missed the room his lofted bed had offered him, the larger
bed he currently had was much better for sharing with Juri. Especially
since it didn't rattle the house as much, nor did it risk having
the person on top bumping their head on the ceiling.

Juri cooed as she snuggled into the bed. After getting off three
times now, she was ready for a little baby nap. And a baby she was
now, clad only in a diaper and a sleep shirt that she had purposely
left in his room for when she would sleep over. She had a couple
changes of clothes here, so her accidents earlier today weren't
an issue. Thinking back on them now, those mistakes really did more
to add to the baby effect that detract from it. After all, if a
baby is going to pee, the baby will pee, whether or not there was
a diaper on. With a contented sigh, she drifted to sleep.

Takato wanted nothing more than to curl up with Juri and get some
sleep as well. His soar little soldier was complaining to him about
going on too many missions as it felt completely drained. Which
was more reason to take a nap. However, the stench of Juri's piss
and vomit from earlier was a clear indication he needed to clean
the floor first. With a yawn he left the slumbering girl to get his supplies.

A strangled cry of ecstasy echoed through the house followed by
a heated shut of, "Yes! Fist me harder!"

Takato looked like a stone statue as he froze in shock, his face
paling to a sickly white. He didn't move as the sounds of sex assaulted
his ears. His mother, his uptight and traditional mother, was crying
out in pleasure. His stomach lurched. All thought on grabbing a
bite to eat vanished. This just couldn't be happening. He couldn't possibly be hearing...

"Gods, yes! Fuck me hard, Daddy! Make me cum!"

THAT! His mother didn't talk like that. The whole idea was just... WRONG!

Takato quickly went into the cabinet that housed the cleaning supplies
and rushed back to the sanity of his room, where his diaper clad
lover waited for him to treat her like a little baby. After all,
he had to feed her some baby food when she woke up from her nap.

--------------------

Juri stretched out and gave a contented yawn as she woke from her
nap. She was about to greet her lover as he worked on his computer
but quickly realized that she wasn't wearing panties but a diaper.
She was still in her baby game and it wasn't time to end it just
yet. She was perfectly happy to just watch him, but her rumbling
stomach made a request. Still a little sleepy it took her a second
to figure out how she was suppose to try and alert Takato of her need.

Takato jerked as Juri began wailing. He turned to look at her as
she sat on his bed crying. "What's wrong, Juri?" he asked, but was
answered with more faked tears. "That didn't help." He sighed. Well,
he'd have to figure it out. He first pulled the back of her diaper
to make sure it wasn't soiled, and then slipped his hand down the front to see if it was wet.

Juri let out a squeak as he rubbed her pussy lips.

Takato smirked at her. If she didn't need a diaper change and that
she had a nap, that should only leave food. It was after lunch now.
He pulled out the baby food his lover had stored in the duffel bag,
but searched in vain for a spoon. Considering what he heard echoing
from downstairs earlier, he didn't want to go down their if he could
avoid it. He let out a relieved smile as he saw a fork resting on
a plate on his desk from the dinner he had eaten up here last night.
"Be right back." He grabbed the eating utensil and rushed to the changing room to wash it off.

As soon as Takato left, Juri stopped crying and readjusted her diaper.
He really shouldn't have touched her like that. She was supposed
to be a baby after all, and babies don't get horny. But she wasn't
truly a baby and she definitely got aroused. Right now, it felt
like she was always ready for sex even after being sexually satisfied.

Juri shifted uneasily as her bladder acted up again. Every time
Takato fucked her up the ass, she usually had to take a dump shortly
afterwards. This time was apparently no exception. She didn't have
to will herself to go as her soar ass muscles offered little resistance.
She could have stopped herself, but she was curious as to what this
felt like. And she certainly figured how to label the sensation: gross.

Juri could feel her turd leaving her body and press against the
diaper. It apparently wasn't solid logs as the creamy goo conformed
to her ass crack. Then she began to pee as well, further making
her diaper a complete mess. She needed to get this filth off herself
and fast. She began wailing again, but much louder than before.

Takato went into the room. "All right, already. I got your food
ready now." He opened the jar of strained peas and carrots and scoped
some up with the fork. He tried to get her to eat it, but she refused.
After a few more attempts and spilling some of it onto her shirt,
he growled at her, "You don't have to go this far in the acting."

Juri wanted to retort that she did, but that wasn't allowed. Instead
she let him feed her, but her crying had not ceased. The taste of
the peas and carrots were fortunately close to split pea soup she
was fond of. She wished it was a bit warmer and that the smell of
it wasn't quite so strong. As she took a deep breath due to her
wailing, the pungent aroma of the baby food combined with the disgust
she felt sitting in her own shit caused her stomach lurched. The
few bites of the baby food she had eaten leapt out of her mouth and coated Takato's hand.

Takato stared at her. "You didn't fake that, did you?" Again, he
was only answered with more crying. He took a whiff of the baby
food and held it away from himself. He never did like peas and had
a good idea why now. Juri still needed to be fed though. There was
a baby bottle in the bag so he could get her some milk, but first he needed to clean her up.

Juri's cries ended as Takato placed her on the plastic mat. He first
removed her shirt, and then he opened her diaper.

"Ugh, Juri?!" Takato fought the urge to vomit as the noxious fumes
of the girl's excrement were finally released from the diaper. The
sight of her brown crap smeared all over her rear and cunt was just
plain sickening. "Why didn't you tell me you went?"

Juri answered him with a glare through her tears.

Takato missed the message as he went to his disgusting task. His
attempts to keep his hand free of her shit failed miserably. He
was damned thankful for the plastic mat Juri had brought with her.
The girl's shit got all over it as he wiped away all the crud.

Juri tried not to squirm as Takato cleaned her bottom. Her relief
at having her shit cleaned away was giving away to a very different
sensation. While her lover wasn't rubbing her in sexual ways, he
was still touching her private areas, caressing her ass cheeks with
the soft and gentle baby wipes. She wasn't supposed to get horny from him doing this.

Takato examined her ass and even went as far as spreading her pussy
lips to make sure he had removed all the shit off her. He then threw
one of the few remaining baby wipes into his trashcan was overflowing
with the soiled clothes, and he planned on throwing the whole thing
out rather than fumigating the receptacle. He then powdered her
ass and placed a clean diaper onto her. Rather than ruin one of
Juri's shirts, he pulled out a worn out T-shirt he had and put it
on her. If she stained this one, he'd toss it out.

Juri's stomach began to gurgle with want again. She pouted cutely at her lover.

Takato sighed. "I'll be back soon with your bottle," he promised.

Juri forced herself not to nod at his statement. He grabbed the
baby bottle and left her alone. She frowned as he left the door
open. You never leave a baby unattended. She then smirked. There
were ways of showing him his mistake.

Takato shook his head. Dealing with Juri and her games was sometimes
hard to deal with. This whole baby thing certainly topped his list
of weird things they had done. She was REALLY into this, though.
Spitting up, going the bathroom at odd times, crying on cue-- she
was practically a pro at this. At least there was no way today could
get weirder. He opened the kitchen door and froze in horror.

Mrs. Matsuda laid spread eagle and naked save for some drying food
items covering her as she slept on the table. Once again, Takato's
appetite left him as he realized not all the white stuff on her
was whip cream, sugar glaze, or any other food for that matter.
He looked at her as if he was watching an airplane crash. It was
a horrid sight, but he couldn't look away. His eyes widened as white
juices oozed out of his mother's vagina soaking a small doughy mass,
which proved the half-eaten french bread next to her hadn't been, well, eaten.

Takato clenched his eyes shut willing the sight to go away. There
was no way for THIS to be real. He opened his eyes and wanted to
hurl. His hand tightened around the baby bottle, and he decided
to fulfill his task quickly and get the hell out of there. He began
filling the bottle and stiffened in dread as he heard his mother moan.

"Huh?" Mrs. Matsuda looked around, realization quickly dawning on her. "Ah... Takato?"

"Don't mind me. I've been mentally scarred for life since I was
ten," Takato replied nervously.

Mrs. Matsuda wasn't sure she should laugh or cry at the awkwardness
of this situation. "I'm going to take a bath."

"Yeah, you do that," Takato replied unemotionally.

"Oh, Takato. You'll want to heat that up before you feed 'baby-Juri,"
Mrs. Matsuda informed. "And test it to make sure it's not too hot."

Takato stared as he watched his mother depart. How did she know
about Juri's game? Probably figured it out when she saw him holding
Juri in the hall while his lover was clad in a diaper. The baby
bottle would be another clue. He shook his head once more and went
to warm the milk. After microwaving the bottle, he tested the milk
and yelped as he burnt himself. He rubbed his arm where he had squirted
the milk. "Damn, going to have to let this cool down."

After a few minutes in the fridge, the milk was reduced to very
warm. Takato took the baby bottle and yet back upstairs. He found
Juri sitting in the hallway, her eyes wide in shock and sucking on her thumb.

"Takato...." Juri trailed off staring toward the bathing room.

"Babies don't talk," Takato said gruffly.

Juri nodded. Frankly, she didn't want to talk about what she just
saw. It wasn't that Takato's mother obviously just had sex that
disturbed the girl, it was that the woman obviously had rather kinky
sex. Something she had believed was beyond what Mrs. Matsuda would
ever do. However, there was an issue of how long Takato was down
there before his mother came upstairs. "You didn't...." Juri pointed toward the bathing room door.

Takato looked like he was about to puke at his lovers insinuation.
"I'd never...." his tongue tied in disgust and wouldn't let him
complete his statement. "Ugh. I told you babies don't talk."

Juri shrank back at Takato's angry glare. "Ah, sorry, Daddy?"

Takato yanked Juri into his room and slammed the door behind them.
He then pulled the girl over his knees, yanked down her diapers and began spanking her.

Juri cried out in pain as his hand thrashed her already sore ass.
There was no way for her to count as his hand crashed into her rump
with blinding speed and force. Her face turned red from her choked
sobs as her ass became cherry red from abuse.

Finally Takato's assault on her rear ended. He slid the cotton underpants
back up and sat her down forcibly, causing her to yelp once more
in pain. He then roughly shoved the baby bottle to her lips and ordered, "Eat it."

Milk dribbled from Juri's lips as she continued to cry as Takato
fed her. She supposed she did deserve that for not only questioning
if he was faithful to her, but asking if he fucked his own mother.
Considering the she had been unfaithful and had sex with Ruki, she
was the last person who had the right to question him. Especially after all he had done for her.

As Takato began to relax feeding Juri, guilt began to fill him.
He had beaten Juri out of anger. He had promised himself to never
hurt her and yet he had done that not once but twice today. This
time she didn't even really deserve it. All she had done was ask
a question. A question he might have asked had the positions been
different and he saw her father sexually satisfied and then her
minutes later. As Juri finished the bottle, he set it aside and
pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, Juri. I was upset at seeing mother... like that."

Juri felt content being in his arms. "I'm sorry for asking. I should've known better."

Takato sighed. "Let's just forget about it."

Juri smirked. "Okay, Daddy."

Takato frowned. "Please don't say that."

"Why not?" Juri questioned.

"Well, I heard Mom call Dad that while they were... you know." Takato
shook his head trying to clear it of the awful unwanted image that
formed. "And I don't want to be a father any time soon."

Juri looked very hurt as she pulled away from him. "Um, Takato...."

"What?"

"I guess I should tell you why I wanted to be a baby today...." Juri trailed off nervously.

"Oh, gods. Don't tell me you're...." Takato couldn't finish his statement.

Juri nodded shyly. "I just wanted to see how good of a father you
would be for our baby. You still need a lot of practice."

Takato hugged her for dear life. "Oh, Juri.... I...."

Juri pouted. "You want me to have an abortion, don't you?"

Takato shook his head. "I couldn't ask that. After all the lives
I've taken, I couldn't do that to our child. I just.... You do want this baby?"

Juri nodded, uncertain what else she could say.

Takato let out a short laugh. Gods, his life just got screwed over.
He wasn't ready for this. "I guess.... Well... Juri, do you want to marry me?"

Juri's arms constricted Takato. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

Takato smiled sheepishly as Juri cried in happiness as she tried
to squeeze him to death in her joy. "We'll have to tell our parents."

"Can't that wait?" Juri fidgeted.

"No," Takato replied simply. "We should do what we can to get married by next week."

Juri stiffened. "You want to get married _NEXT WEEK_?!"

Takato nodded. "We don't want our baby born out of wedlock, do we?"
While getting married and being a father were among the last things
he wanted, he wasn't about to shrug off the responsibility. He got
her pregnant, so it was his duty to become her husband and stay with her.

Juri shuddered, realization of some of the changes she would be
facing smacking her in the face. "Takato, hold me."

"Just as long as you hold me," Takato replied with a sad smile.

"Then we'll never let go of each other," Juri tried to joke.

Takato loosened his hug and pulled away enough to look at Juri's
tear streaked face. "I hope we never do." He then kissed her, sealing
the promises they just made with each other.

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I'm Matsuda Takato, and I'm an idiot. Just because I've dealt with
some adult issues in my life, I thought I was an adult. Today I realized how wrong I was.

I haven't exactly kept it a secret that Juri and I are lovers, I
just didn't let everyone know about it either. Soon everyone will
know since I got her pregnant and we're keeping the baby.

I am so unbelievably scared right now. I haven't been this afraid of anything since I was ten.

I already asked Juri to be my wife, and in a week or two, we will
be married. In about eight months I'll be a father as well. I still
can't believe all of this. It's just too much.

All I know right now is that I'm not ready. I shouldn't have been
having sex with Juri, shouldn't have believed I'm an adult. I'm
still just a child who has once again been made to make adult decisions,
but this time it's all Juri and my fault for getting into this mess.
And we'll have to deal with the consequences together.

I know most teenage marriages end in divorce, and I think that scares
me the most. I'm worried that I'll fall out of love with Juri. Afraid
she'll stop loving me. I'm not sure I can even be a good father
to our baby. I'm still a kid myself.

Shinju-sensei, feel free to flunk me. I am an idiot, and should be labeled as such.

(Matsuda-kun, this falls far short of the required length. However,
you have answered the topic of the paper far better than your classmates.
Yes, you are an idiot, but a responsible one. Your grade is a B
for lack of length. I wish you luck. You'll need it.)

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Author's Notes:

Short little fict dealing with a diaper fetish and spanking... riiiiiight.