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Disclaimer: This is a work of AB/DL fiction. If that isn't your thing or you don't know what that even means well move along weary traveler of the internet.
Content warning for this chapter: Diapers, Forced Babying
The Spring day was warm and inviting as Sakura Kinomoto’s rollerblades cut through the mild air and carried the young girl swiftly home. The white pleated skirt of her school uniform fluttered as she skated down the lane. It had been one of those loaded days of classes. One in which tests for many classes just happened to fall right before the anticipated break of Golden Week. Fatigue had clung to the girl by the end of the day, but could only hang on so long against the liberating feel of speed that took hold and the sights of the pinkening cherry blossoms decorated the pavement path on either side.
A wide smile filled her face as she moved swiftly along, the day’s worries, including that dreaded math test, forgotten now, smells of the season of life all around. Sakura wound the corner using a protruding pole that rose to hip height to round the turn that much faster, the curls of her short chestnut brown hair clinging to her face as she did. The Spring day had so much more to offer, and she was determined to seize as much as she could.
Before long, the girl reached her home, smiling at the welcoming place as she climbed the brick steps at the edge of the property. As she stepped inside her house, her mind turned to those close in her life during her time away from school.
Tomoyo wouldn’t be around during this break as she was on a trip with her mother, just the two of them. On their last reprieve from education, Sakura had been out of town and her best friend found herself getting a surprise visit from the ever mischievous Baby Card, never content to simply stay in its paper form. Upon its visit, the infantile pixie returned Tomoyo back towards toddlerhood in a wisp of magic, shifting her from refined young lady to a diaper clad princess. Sakura was able to set things right and stop the magic from having those around her friend see Tomoyo as a diaper dependent little girl, though, by the time she did, her best friend had spent most of the week long break being treated like an infant despite her own exposure to magic leaving the young lady aware of her embarrassing situation rather than just as hypnotized as those who doted on her.
Even when Sakura rushed to rescue her companion’s dignity, Tomoyo didn’t seem in a hurry to undo the enchantment around her. Apparently she was content to stay a little girl the rest of the days of the break. Tomoyo said it made her mother very happy, and so Sakura waited to undo the magic’s effects for a few more days. It was so like Tomoyo to always be thinking of others like that. Sakura smiled as she recalled what must have been a humiliating time for her friend. Still, the whole incident did serve to bring Tomoyo and her mother closer and see them spending more time together it seemed. All was well that ended well Sakura shrugged.
Sakura’s older brother Touya was out of town as well along with Yukito. The pair were visiting various colleges in other towns and would be out for the break, taking time for themselves and to explore post high school options. Once, in a time that felt so distant to the young girl, Yukito had been the object of her affections. That smile he wore framed by his delicate features dazzled her and her heart raced each time she saw it. She was older now, by a few months at least, and couldn’t help but laugh at herself a bit embarrassed by her girlhood crush. She recognized how much better her brother was for Yukito than herself who was more like a little sister to the young man.
That left the current object of her young heart, Li Syaoran. Though he was back on a more regular basis to live in Tomoeda, the boy still made trips back to Hong Kong to see his family there. It wasn’t certain, but he did mention he may return by the halfway point of the break and the idea made Sakura’s chest warm and a small smile curl on her lips despite her fatigue from the school day.
Sakura seated herself in the entryway floor of her home and removed her shoes. “I’m home!” She called out.
“Welcome home, Sakura-san.” Fujitaka Kinomoto answered as he stepped into view. “I’m preparing things for dinner and have a bit of work to do before then.” Her father was a tall man with short cut brown hair, combed into a neat part near the middle of his head, his thin bangs largely covering his forehead. Despite being into his midlife, the man had a youthful look to his features. There was a sort of gentle kindness there that never failed to put those around him at ease, whether his many university students or his children.
“Do you need any help, Dad?” Sakura offered, always eager to take a bit off the plate of her busy single parent.
“Thank you, Sakura-san, but it’s alright.” The man adjusted the white apron that covered his white button up shirt. “I’m nearly done now so no need to worry. Why don’t you get changed from your school clothes and relax? We can watch a movie together after we eat dinner.”
A smile filled the girl’s face. “Okay!” Most of her social circle was busy for this break from school, but her father had promised her plenty of his time. It would be a time for just the two of them: A rare treasure. All for her. “Let me know if you want help cooking later though, ok Dad?” She said, rising up and giving the man a spontaneous hug, arms wrapping around him, her face resting against his chest.
“I will.” Fujitaka nodded, placing one hand against the girl’s back and patting gently.
Sakura hummed happily to herself, content to stay in the embrace. She gave her father one more squeeze as tight as her little arms would allow and broke away before bounding up the stairs to her room. On the way she glanced towards the door to the door to the home’s only bathroom downstairs, reminded of a slight tug inside signaling her need to visit it, but she was content to wait until after she shed her school clothes for something else.
The girl wore a blissful expression as she opened her bedroom door that quickly shifted to a surprised gasp of shock. Her familiar room had been almost completely changed. A pile of stuffed toys filled the space beside her, some familiar hold outs from her room’s normal state, others wholly new, some of the baby toys spilled out from the arrangement to fill the floor. The covers that topped her bed were still in their same corner, but the bed itself had been replaced by a massive crib filled, the side bars lowered to admit entry. A pink blush splashed across her face as she saw the space her desk would normally occupy within view of her open window filled now with a big plush topped diaper changing table. Even without opening the side drawer of the tall table, Sakura knew very well they were stocked full of diapers, baby powder, and other changing supplies.
Waiting for her. A blush bloomed on her face at the thought.
Nearly every part of her typical room had been overtaken by the nursery-like remodel and as much as the girl stood in shock and surprise, she also knew right away what happened and who was responsible.
“Baby!” Kero shouted, his tiny toy-like form hovering in the air above the stuffed animals, nearly blending in with them. “You give that back and change this room back right now before Sakura gets back home!”
Floating near Kero was the guilty party for the room’s transformation. A pastel pink pixie creature swaddled in layers of warm clothes and a hat over its chubby round head: The Baby Card. Giggling contentedly, apparently unable to tell that it was being scolded by the guardian beast in its little form. In one hand it held a necklace with a star trinket attached, shaking it about like it was its new favorite toy.
“Weh?!” Sakura reacted, much louder than she meant to. The shock of her room’s embarrassing infantile alteration hitting her.
“Sakura-san?” Fujitaka called out from the bottom of the stairs, the girl’s shout having drawn him from the kitchen. “Is everything alright?”
Sakura turned away from the pair of magical creatures for a moment. “Y-yes! Everything is just f-fine Dad!” She stuttered out.
“Gah!” Baby blurted happily, gliding from the corner of the room to hover above the head of the distracted girl. The pink pixie smiled wide and giggled, flinging one of its little palms wide, pastel pink powder cascading out from its action as the other hand shook the girl’s star key, the item that when transformed served as her link to her magic, about like a toy.
“Eh?!” Sakura stammered, shutting her eyes as the steady coat of powder fell onto her, fading from view as it touched her, leaving no sign of it having ever been aside from the lavender smell that lingered in the room and filled her nostrils. “B-Baby!” A pout filled her face as she turned her attention to the fairy floating above her.
“You give that back this instant!” Sakura demanded loudly, thrusting a finger at the star key. Truly, without the Star Wand the key would become, her access to her magic was largely cut off. Without it, she knew she couldn’t truly make the Baby Card obey her. Without a tie to her magic she was much closer to being just another ordinary young girl.
“Sakura-san?” Fujitaka called again, taking off his apron and beginning up the stairs.
Sakura didn’t hear her father call out. The girl was too occupied with the wayward card spirit now and its mischief. She knew all too well the effects that the dosing of Baby’s powder would do and how it would make others see those visited by it. A pink blush filled her cheeks as the memories of other times she had fallen victim to the pink pixie’s enchantments filled her thoughts, those mortifying memories taking center stage in her mind.
“I s-said, give me the key, Baby!” The girl commanded firmly and stamped her socked foot against the floor.
Baby giggled at the display the Master of the Cards was putting on and floated away still holding firm to the necklace with the star charm.
When the fairy creature didn’t do as she was told, Sakura jumped up to reach it, hopping along and groping for the magic item to no avail. Three times she leapt for it and each time the amused infant-like card kept it from her grasp. On the third attempt the girl landed awkwardly, one foot coming down atop one of the baby toys that lay scattered around her room. She let out a squeal of surprise, lost her footing, and fell forward, the plush rug on the floor cushioning her crash down.
Sakura lifted her head up, her body still sprawled out. Above her, Baby dodged Kero’s attempts to meet it in the air, giggling all the while. The girl watched the infantile imp stay out of reach then gasped as it headed for the open and flew out, her star key still in hand.
“B-baby! Come back!” Sakura called out.
“Don’t worry, Sakura. I’ll get the key back” Kero vowed as he took the pursuit.
Sakura watched helplessly as the two magic creatures disappeared from view, slow to pick herself up from where she had fallen. She gave the nearby toy that she tripped on a disapproving look before letting out a sigh. Her emerald eyes anxiously scanned her bedroom turned nursery then went wide at the sound of the door opening behind.
“Sakura-san? Are you ok?” Fujitaka asked as he stepped into the room and caught sight of his daughter laying on the floor.
“I’m ok.” Sakura was quick to assure him as she turned over and sat up. “I just tripped. That’s all.” She put a hand on the back of her head and chuckled at herself.
“Oh dear.” The man shook his head as he shut the door and stepped closer to her with a concerned look on his face.
Sakura gasped quietly, her face flushing pink as she realized what her father was commenting on, too late now to stop it. The girl felt a warmth spreading below her hips, dampening her underwear, skirt, and the rug beneath her.
She was having an accident at her age, right there on the floor of her room and in full view of her father!
Desperately, Sakura tried to hold back her swiftly emptying bladder, but it was no use. All she could do was grunt and lay on the floor and wait for the mortifying mishap to be done with. How could this happen? Despite the magic that replaced the furnishings in her room with sized up ones befitting a nursery, she really wasn’t nearly so little.
The Baby Card. Its magic enchantment had clearly taken hold and caused Sakura’s humiliating accident. Her face went scarlet as the realization hit her, feeling suddenly so helpless and vulnerable in her place on the floor in her soaked uniform skirt and underwear.
“D-dad…” Sakura started up, uncertain what she could possibly say, moving off the wet patch she had made, her eyes full of somber self pity as she looked up at him.
“It’s alright, Sakura-san.” The man kneeled down and put his big hand atop her head and stroked her chestnut hair. “You must have wanted to try out big girl underwear while you were at school. One of your friends let you, I bet.”
“Huh?” The girl was at a loss for a response. “I don’t know what you mean…”
“It's fun to pretend, but you just aren’t ready for big girl panties yet, Sakura-san.” Fujitaka spoke quietly as he reached down and scooped her off the floor, bringing her easily into his arms. “One day you will be.” He added with a comforting smile and kiss to her forehead.
Sakura blushed at the affection. Part of her wanted to argue her father’s declaration, but instead she found herself sheepishly nodding along in agreement as she melted into his cradling arms. Already the magic was charming her. Held safe in his arms, Sakura watched as the changing table settled in the corner of the room drew closer. Her feelings kindled into a warmth that spread pink across her face and reached to the tips of her ears.
“Oh…” The girl whined, gripping a handful of her father’s shirt and burying her balmy face into the white cloth. She had fallen under the Baby Card’s spell before and despite her age, Sakura had plenty of time spent atop such cushion topped tables and all those stays entailed.
“I know, Sakura-san.” Fujitaka punctuated his gentle tone with another kiss to the top of her head. “But Daddy will make it all better in no time at all.” He vowed as he sat the girl down on the plush tabletop.
Sakura’s anxious emerald eyes met with her father’s own as he added. “I promise.”
The words quelled the flurry of objections to her coming treatment and Sakura found herself simply nodding rather than insisting loudly and passionately that she was far too big to be put atop a diaper changing table.
“Arms up, Sakura-san.”
She moved as directed, feeling her school uniform top pulled away, leaving her in a simple white sleeveless undershirt.
“This too.” Fujitaka added, reaching for her hips to undo the soggy skirt’s clasps. “I’ll have to be sure your teachers check on you a bit more frequently so we can avoid these sorts of accidents in the future. This is why we keep your diapers on. Ok, Angel?”
“Daddy…” Sakura whined, the charm of magic unable to hold back her protests. “I don’t need to be…checked on…” She couldn’t make herself finish ‘by my teachers’. The thought of them doing so was more embarrassing than she could bear “I’m a big girl. I wear big girl clothes and don’t need…those.” She assured, unable to say the dreaded word, moving how she was directed to let her skirt be taken away, leaving her in just her underclothes.
Fujitaka nodded as he guided her to recline back on the table. He reached down to pull the table’s safety strap into place as he spoke softly. “One day you’ll be ready for those big girl clothes and will make me so proud of you. But you're not quite ready to be out of diapers yet, Sakura-san.”
Sakura watched the buckle be pulled taut and heard it click into place, feeling its grip over her tummy just firm enough to keep her secure where she was, the release well out of her most strained reach. She wiggled this way and that as if to test the strap’s hold on her, knowing full well from experience that she wasn’t going anywhere. The sound of her father humming reached Sakura’s ears as she looked down her frame, watching as he drew out supplies for infant care from the side drawers below her.
It wasn’t her first time she was made to spend time back in diapers while in her double digits of age thanks to Baby’s magic, but she had hoped she wouldn’t have had to again.
"D-daddy? I really am a big girl already. I don't wanna get d-diapered..." Sakura meekly proclaimed, shuffling her legs and feet as she watched him set down a bottle baby powder and a box of wipes.
Fujitaka’s smile was more warming than the Spring sun outside as he met her look, a different folded up diaper in each hand. "Do you want to wear the diaper with stars and moons, or the diaper with teddy bears?"
Sakura frowned as she looked over the two plastic backed options and their infantile designs, quick to understand the ‘choice’ of being diapered at all she was given. She glanced at the open window and let out a little whine. “S-stars…” She whispered, accepting somewhat how little she could do.
“Stars it is, for my little star.” Fujitaka smiled gently as he unfolded the diaper and worked it out of its stiff shape before setting it aside.
The hue of Sakura’s blushing face deepened as she watched her father work. It brightened all the more when he reached down for the waistband of her panties, gently hooked his fingers into them, and pulled them steadily away. Baby’s magic had taken firm hold and her dad was just doing what he thought a loving father should, but it didn’t make her exposure any less humiliating.
“Let’s take care of this first.” Fujitaka gathered a couple of the wipes in hand and went to work cleaning the girl, gently caring for her and the accident she had.
Sakura shut her eyes tight and tried to be still, knowing that even if she wanted to wiggle away the table’s strap would keep her bound firmly where she lay. She felt the cool touch of the wipes retreat. Her eyes came timidly open as Sakura watched her father gather her ankles in one hand, clamping them gently together and leaning the girl’s weight onto her back and lifting her behind clear of the padded tabletop. Twisting herself slightly, Sakura got a view of the open diaper being slid into place beneath her, patiently waiting for her father to wrap the girl in it.
“Weh…” Sakura frowned as she saw her father pull back his hand from placing the infant wear and reach for the baby powder.
Fujitaka began to hum as he continued, flicking the bottle in his wrist back and forth as he adjusted the girl in his grasp, covering her backside with a wispy flurry of baby powder.
Sakura had closed her eyes once more, curling her toes as the scent of the sweet smelling powder filled her nostrils, taking her back to the other times the Baby Card’s magic saw her in such embarrassing spots, but also pulling her memory and her heart back to those times of early innocence. Back to when she was truly a little girl being cared for. The hums of her father filled her ears then too. That low lullaby tune put her at peace then. Even now, despite how mortified she felt getting diapered at her age, Sakura couldn’t help but be set at ease between the smells and sounds that visited while her father diapered her; the magic of the mischievous Baby and her father’s loving care sending Sakura back to those carefree days once again.
“You’re being such a good girl, Sakura-san.” Fujitaka cooed as he laid his daughter down onto the open padding waiting for her below, giving the bottle of baby powder a few more quick flicks to cover the rest of where the infant wear would soon conceal.
The girl gave the window another glance and sighed, more happy at her father’s praise than she thought she would be. There wasn’t much that could be done about her situation for now, Sakura told herself as she placed her hands over her belly to rest. The flurry of baby powder tickled at her, drawing out a small smile from the young girl turned reluctant toddler once more as she wiggled her legs and let out a giggle.
“There’s my happy little girl.” Fujitaka beamed as he set aside the bottle of powder and went at last to swaddle his daughter in the freshly crinkling wrapping.
Sakura’s own smile grew in response to her father’s, the giddy expression joining her embarrassed and pinkened blushing cheeks as she watched the diaper worked into place. The last time she had fallen under Baby’s spell she had been stuck like this for many days. Trapped back in diapers and being cared for like a baby in her father’s care until she was able to finally track down the little Card that simply didn’t know better.
Guess it can’t be helped. Sakura sighed inwardly, a small part happy to resign herself.
The noise of the diaper’s tapes sounded off to announce they were open before being smoothed into place by Fujitaka’s hands, each working to secure the diaper into a snug fit around his daughter’s hips.“There. All safe and protected again, Sakura-san.” He nodded with his usual warm smile, satisfied with the work before he undid the table strap that kept his charge from wiggling away. “Thank you for being so good for your diaper change.”
Sakura sat up, her face flushing hot from her father’s words, from the infantile praise. She glanced down her frame at the golden stars that decorated the diaper around her waist and heard it crinkle freshly as she sat up. It was more than a bit embarrassing, truly utterly humiliating to be diapered by her father at her age. But this just was how things were for her, a normal part of her life, a part of her mind added in acceptance, charmed fully at least for that moment by Baby’s hypnotic spell.
Sakura scooted forward on the padded surface until her feet were hanging from the sides, her arms extended to reach for her father who stood at the table’s edge.
Fujitaka smiled warmly as he watched his little girl draw near, her new diaper rustling and crinkling as she inched his way. He leaned forward to hug her, his big hands resting against the girl’s back as she pressed her face into his button up shirt.
“Th-thank you, Daddy.” Sakura spoke quietly, her face turned towards the open window as she rested her head against her father’s chest with an audible sigh, a mix of contentment and exasperation present in that long breath. The haze that clouded her thoughts snapped back then and reminded her of Baby, now roaming the town with her Star Key and its link to her magic, as well as any chance of restoring her big girl dignity in tow, leaving her reduced to a baby girl in her father’s tender care. A fresh blush colored her cheeks as she let herself enjoy the hug, all the while hoping she wouldn’t be stuck as a baby girl again for too long.
Chapter 2
Summary:
The second part of a little Cardcaptor Sakura story that I made for Tamae's birthday. Sakura's father is fully charmed by Baby's magic and sees the girl as his dependent little girl again. More worrying yet is how much those same infantile enchantments might affect our now crinkly magical heroine.
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Chapter Text
Disclaimer: This is a work of AB/DL fan fiction. If that isn't your thing or you don't know what that even means well move along weary traveler of the internet.
Content warning for this chapter: Diapers, Forced Babying
Birdsong filled the air outside with their springtime concert; their calls marking the peaceful passing of the warm day. A pleasant breeze blew in through the open window of Sakura’s room. Those fresh smells reached the girl’s nose as she breathed them in deeply as well as the comforting familiar presence of her father, her head resting still against his chest in his gentle embrace, the faintest beat of the man’s heart heard by her pressed ear and felt in the most subtle vibration against her resting head. Like the flowers going at their own pace outside as they bloomed to life in the fresh season, petals and colors gradually rewarding the world with their cheerful sight, a serene smile blossomed ever so gradually on Sakura’s face as she nuzzled into her father, her legs dangling from the edge of the plush topped table. Any of the fatigue the girl had felt from the stressful end of the school semester was brushed aside as she closed her green eyes and sighed in contentment, happily wiggling ever so slightly from side to side as her father’s hand gently rubbed her back.
“Alright,” Fujitaka spoke up, patting his daughter’s back softly a few times as he did so. “Let’s get you all dressed Princess.” He gave her another easy squeeze and a kiss to the top of her chestnut hair covered head before breaking off their hug and stepping away towards the closet across the room.
Sakura’s father moved away, taking his comforting hold with him but leaving her the peaceful smile that touch had summoned. Without him near, her senses were almost at once drawn out of their tranquility and back to the embarrassing situation she found herself in. Smells of the lively season outside of her house seemed to be overpowered by the aromas of her diapering; the fresh and lingering infantile scent of baby powder that clung suddenly back to her nostrils. With her father’s arms no longer around her, Sakura found herself focusing back on the bulky padded hug of the diaper around her hips. Soft crinkles sounded off from the plastic backed disposable she wore as she bobbed her feet idly atop the changing table, the noise that accompanied each swaying leg summoning a new warmth in her face as it took on a cherry blossom hue.
Once more, Sakura cast a look to the nearby open window that the Baby Card and Kero had taken flight out of, her star key in the mischievous pixie’s little grip. Under the spell that Baby had cast on her in its playful nature her father wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight. Not when the enchantment made him see his daughter as an innocent and dependent little girl who needed constant care and attention. He still saw her as the size and age she was, but the spell’s effect filled him and others with a desire to treat her as no bigger than an infant. It also robbed her or anyone else of potty training. Sakura reminded herself, the pink of her face brightening as she recalled the way the magic worked, already having been made a victim of that most humiliating aspect not so long ago.
Looking away from the window, the girl sighed and looked down her frame. She was eager to get anything to cover the light undershirt she wore hoping to restore a tiny amount of her dignity and far, far more impatient to see the bright golden stars of her diaper concealed. Her eyes wandered as she waited. Everything in her room had been touched by Baby’s spell, looking far more like an infant’s nursery than a growing young girl’s room.
Sakura let out an embarrassed whine as she spied the still open drawer on the side of the big cushion topped table her father forgot to close, seeing just how well stocked it was with fresh diapers and changing supplies.
“Baby…” She grumbled in a whisper. Even now that she had made the pink pixie into a Sakura Card and tied it to her own magic powers like the rest of the Clow Card deck, it still would just choose to abandon its card form at times unlike the rest. It would still take flight and cast its infantile spell on whoever it thought fun to do so. Baby didn’t mean any harm, it just didn’t know any better, like an unruly child that didn’t understand its actions. Truly ignorant of any rules Like its namesake.
Catching sight of her father moving back towards her snapped Sakura from her wandering thoughts. He carried a different onesie in each hand: a light pink adorned with golden stars and moon and a light purple one with little crescent moons. Both had long sleeves and stretchy elastic bottoms with buttons that would snap firmly together between their wearer’s legs, but do nothing to cover below their hips.
“Ohh…” Sakura mewled and folded her arms loosely in front of her stomach and looked away. “Baby clothes.” She was still eager to see her diaper and undershirt covered, but she had hoped against hope that she’d be offered something a bit more mature.
That ever present smile on Fujitaka’s face widened as she spoke. “Well of course, Sakura-san. You’re my sweet baby girl after all.”
Sakura smiled in spite of her embarrassment at the words. A giggle came unbidden and she was quick to force it back, embarrassed that she would react like such a little girl.
“Which one would you like Daddy to put you in, Sakura-san?” Fujitaka asked, holding both up for the girl to pick.
To put her in? Sakura blushed sheepishly at the words, the implication that she needed help getting dressed, and the limited choice presented. “Umm. Well…” She cast a quick glance at the open window and shifted with a crinkle in her seat. “The p-pink one,” The girl spoke up quietly as she eyed the soft and inviting material. “Daddy…” Sakura added, though she wasn’t at all sure why, a small shy smile blooming on her face as she did.
“Pink it is.” Fujitaka set the turned down choice aside and removed the pink pastel onesie from its hanger. “Arms up, Sakura-san.” He directed gently as he held it out, warmth radiating from him and that kind smile.
Despite feeling silly for it, Sakura did as she was told, raising her arms high above her head, just like she had done when she was little all those years ago. The girl held still as her father guided the one piece outfit over her. Sakura pushed her head through the hole that left strands of her brown hair frizzed from the brush and felt the touch of the soft cotton sleeves as they slid down and enveloped her arms.
Fujitaka reached under his daughter’s arms and lifted her from the plush tabletop to stand on the hardwood below. “Upsy daisy.”
For the second time that day, Sakura felt herself whisked up in her father’s hands, a feeling she had almost forgotten unexpectedly returned. Her socked feet touched the floor and she noticed the dangling flaps of her infantile outfit hanging limp, thankful to have something to cover the colorful and crinkly plastic backed disposable around her hips. Her father took a knee beside her and Sakura watched as he leaned in towards her taking the two loosely hanging flaps in his hands, pulling the stretchy materialled ends to meet between her legs, and securing them firmly together.
Snap, snap, snap.
Three buttons in total sounded off one after the other as Fujitaka’s hand made them meet. “There we go.” He announced with a smile, releasing the now unified flaps to cling snuggly together in their place. “All done.” He added, giving his girl’s puffy backside a couple of light and affectionate pats.
Sakura's face flushed as she felt the hug of her onesie now fully secure, the embrace of her diaper underneath the soft cotton made all the more known. The taps of her father’s palm to her padded bottom made her blush all the more. She was mortified. She was far too old to be treated like such a little girl, a baby! Yet, despite those notions running in the young Cardcaptor’s mind, Sakura found that sheepish smile that came on unbidden grow, advancing from its small plot at the side of one cheek and filling her whole face with balmy glee. She felt the sudden need to turn and hug her father who still knelt smiling beside her and acted on the impulse, throwing herself at him and clinging, a subdued crinkle sounding off with her spontaneous movement.
“I love you Daddy.” Sakura said quietly, breathing in deep as she pressed her head to his chest, his little girl once more. “So much.”
“And I love you, my Treasure.” Fujitaka spoke as he returned the hug.“Daddy has to do some work for a while, but don’t worry, it won’t be too long. Can you be a good baby girl and play quietly while I do that?”
Sakura nodded, her head still leaning into her father. Part of her wanted to stay with him, to not be let go at all even if it meant staying just as toddler-like as she found herself. An effect of Baby’s magic certainly she faintly reminded herself, but the desire to stay in that state of innocence wasn’t just spurred on by the Card’s enchantment if the girl was being fully honest. Still, this would be her golden chance to slip away and help Kero track down Baby. She’d have to find some less infantile clothing, at least something to cover her legs so she didn’t look like an escapee from daycare, but she’d manage once she was left alone.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good…” Sakura fidgeted, feeling the bulk between her legs and the onesie’s cottony hug. “B-baby girl…” She added with a blush and shy smile still not at all certain why she felt the need to say such embarrassing things.
“That’s my sweet girl.” Fujitaka cooed as he got out a light pink rimmed pacifier he had been concealing and guided it to her lips. “Open up for your binky.”
Sakura’s cheeks pinkened to match the soother’s shield, but she offered no resistance to it, opening wide seemingly automatically and accepting the rubber tip as though it was routine.
Fujitaka tapped his finger to the rounded tip of the pacifier and mouthing out a kissing noise as he secured the soother to a clip on the girl’s onesie. “Mwah.”
Sakura giggled brightly at the affection and leaned up to her father’s face, tapping the pacifier tip to his cheek in return, smiling wide around the soother.
“Aww. An Angel’s kiss. What a nice gift.” Fujitaka said as he reached for the girl and scooped her up into his arms and stood up, stepping out of the now nursery-like room with his diaper-clad daughter in his arms. “I’ve got a spot all set up in my study, so you should be comfy and safe while I work.”
“Mhmm.” Sakura nodded contentedly. Her mind snapped suddenly from the moment as she focused on the disappearing sight of her room, of her chance to be by herself and go after the troublesome pixie whose enchantment made the Cardcaptor seem like a big baby slipped away. She let out a whispered whine and pressed her head against her father. Without thinking about it, Sakura took to suckling her pacifier absentmindedly all the while as she found herself whisked away, no bigger than a toddler in her father’s eyes once more, Baby’s magic gently pressing little by little to make the girl to see herself in such a way as well.
Down the hall they went, Fujitaka keeping his daughter held close, one hand rubbing her back now covered with the warm onesie wrapping, the other rapping gently and rhythmically on the girl’s well padded bottom. Arriving at a room at the end of the hall, he gave his caress of Sakura’s back a break in order to reach out and turn the knob and take them inside.
Fujitaka’s study was one of the smallest rooms in the Kinomoto home, but a fine size for what was needed. The room was situated at the corner of the house, a pair of wide windows framed on the far wall, one center, and the other to the left side, both had their green curtains parted to view the trees near the home and the bright spring day. Before the duo of windows sat the professor’s desk topped with stacks of books in small piles waiting to be pulled from, a small reading light, and his closed laptop computer, as well as a small rolling chair ready to move across the hardwood below. To one side a shelf filled nearly to capacity with books reached nearly to the ceiling with a small table beside it.
Sakura had seen the room plenty of times before and was familiar with the place. She had seen it when she had brought her father snacks or tea while he spent hours devoted to study or during her turns cleaning the house; a big girl's responsibility she would be seen as far too little to be trusted with as she was. As she was carried inside nothing seemed out of place at first glance. Turning her head to look at the other side of the room Sakura stifled a gasp as she spotted fixtures that hadn’t been there before; Baby’s undeniable mark on the room. Before, another, less wide, bookshelf towered opposite of its twin. Now it was gone and in its place was a massive playpen with high mesh lined walls, sized up like the rest of the nursery items in the girl’s room to befit a ‘baby’ of the young girl’s size. Sakura blushed a fresh rosy hue and clung tighter to her father’s shirt as she surveyed the soft matted floor of the pen and the many stuffed toys waiting within for her.
“Alright, Sakura-san.” Fujitaka spoke quietly in his daughter’s ear. “Be good and play in here for a while for me. Daddy has to do some work and would love it if you kept me company.” He smiled before kissing the top of her brown haired head and gave her another hug before he pulled the diaper-clad girl away and set her inside the playpen’s space. “Here. You’ve always loved this little guy.” He picked up one of the stuffed toys brightly and handed it to her.
Sakura meekly accepted the offering, recognizing the plush as one that sat atop a stand in her room normally in the space that her large changing table now occupied. She forced a little smile around the rim of her pacifier while shuffling back and forth on her feet atop the plush floor beneath her and hugging the toy close to her. Satisfied that she would be safe, Fujitaka gave his daughter another kind smile before stepping over to his desk, taking a seat, and opening the waiting laptop.
Once her father’s back was turned and his attention occupied Sakura took a chance to examine her confining space. Though it would be awkward with all the extra bulk between her legs, she decided that scaling the playpen wall wouldn’t be so hard and that escape was certainly possible enough, but she did fret about how much worry it would cause in her father who was swept up in Baby’s spell if she climbed out and dashed off.
“I’m nwat weally a baybee.” Sakura whispered the assurance she felt the need to voice aloud to herself, lisping around the soother still filling her mouth that she decided she wanted there and not spit out. The binky’s button bobbed up and down as she sank onto the padded surface below with a crinkle sounding from her soft seat. She could get right out of that playpen whenever she wanted to, she assured herself, but that would cause trouble for her Daddy and she didn’t want to do that. Her attention moved from looking at the pen’s protective walls to the many waiting and familiar toys littering the space.
Sakura’s charmed emerald eyes brightened as her imagination soared with make believe ideas for the toys. Before she knew it, a series of crinkles sounded off as she crawled eagerly over to the waiting playthings. There wasn’t any harm in pretending she was a little girl again, was there? Just for a little bit was all.
Sakura gave a glance to her father’s back from behind the mesh barrier, his focus fully invested into the task before him and reminded herself to play quietly as she reached out excitedly for her toys. Giving the pen’s walls another glance she shrugged to herself. They were way too tall to even consider climbing over, at once pivoting on her earlier assessment. Besides, how long had it been since she played with these toys? They needed her attention too and she could be a good girl for her Daddy while she waited, thoughts of anything else fading as she reached out for her favorite stuffed animals ready to dive into a world of make believe.
Chapter 3
Summary:
The third part of a birthday gift story made for Tamae FTT. Allured by the Baby Card's enchantments Sakura crinkly tumbles into a world of make believe play near her father that she holds so dear that almost nothing could disturb.
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Content warning for this chapter: Diapers, Forced Babying
Playtime began quietly at first. Sakura found herself drawn in more and more by the allure of the Baby Card’s magic that had settled like a familiar blanket over her, covering her with its warm and comforting presence, a beckoning back to infantile days as constant and enveloping at the snug pink onesie secured by its three little buttons between her legs. Still, part of her resisted falling fully to the hypnotic urging back to those early days of little girlhood, tugs of self conscious embarrassment drawn back to the subtle crinkles muffled by the clothing her father dressed her in as she crawled about the playpen to gather toys. Despite the inner conflict for the most part Sakura wanted to just have fun and play. Her father would be working and just being near him like this was wonderful, any sudden need certain to be met if she called out. Yet that ever diminishing part of her that acknowledged full well she was truly beyond her toddlerhood and was ever closer to being a young woman than a little girl now. Too old now for constant supervision, playpens, and diapers like the bulky one she wore now.
'That her Daddy had put her in.' Sakura thought with a fresh blush.
However, as the diaper-clad Cardcaptor crawled crinkly about eagerly collecting toys, her hands and knees protected by the pen’s protective padded surface, her inner conflict between happy little girl and mortified young lady seemed to settle. Thoughts of the protection making her bottom feel puffy faded. It was what she normally wore after all a part of her suggested. What was there to think about?
Sakura’s concerns faded into distant memory as she began to tumble with a stuffed lion, wrestling with it in her imagination like large cats of that size might. Her unspoken rule to play silently broke as the girl let out little noises to accompany her make believe.
“Rawr!” Sakura grinned behind her pacifier, letting out the audible snarl, the noise of the little lion she was pretending to be as she rolled onto her back holding the plush close to her. Her legs kicked gently as if trying to swipe playfully at the toy that was far smaller than the great beast in her imagination. As she played, quiet crinkles and rustling noises sounded off, but they were beyond her notice.
Sakura giggled to herself as she hugged the lion toy, the wrestling between them apparently concluded and the two cats now nuzzled lovingly. The sound of her father’s voice caught her attention and she looked over. His focus was fully on the screen of his computer and whatever was before him, undivided, but relaxed as well as he spoke out loud, making gestures here and there.
The soother’s button bobbed as Sakura’s emerald eyes observed her father. ‘Daddy must end up practicing for his lectures before he gives them.’ She smiled wide with admiration around her binky, unwilling still to let the rubber bulb leave her mouth. “Shh.” The girl put a finger to the plastic shield of her pacifier. “We gotta pway quiet for Dadee.” Sakura instructed the lion toy in her grip, looking away from her father’s back.
“Any questions so far?” Fujitaka asked, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen as he removed his glasses and cleaned them off with a little cloth procured from his shirt pocket.
Sakura’s ears perked up at the words. The more mature part of her that had been sleeping came suddenly awake, drawing her gaze back across the little room and her father’s query.
“I have one sensei.” A young woman’s voice sounded off from the laptop’s speakers, its unfamiliar tone suddenly seizing all of Sakura’s attention. “Who is your little guest that has been playing back there?”
“Oh. How rude of me. I wasn’t sure you could see her.” Fujitaka chuckled and moved his rolling chair off to one side, removing his frame from the view of the laptop’s camera. “I hope none of you mind my daughter, Sakura-san, sitting in on our digital lecture today.”
Sakura’s eyes slowly widened with the realization as she spied the tiny circle lens on the computer across the room.
Various voices of young women sounded off in quick succession from the speakers, all as entranced by the Baby Card’s effects as her father.
“Aww! She’s just adorable!”
“What a cute baby girl.”
“Your daughter is precious, Sensei.”
“Hi there, little one.”
Sakura’s face flushed from pink to nearly crimson as she took in the attention of the unseen female college students as she lay there, sprawled on her back in a onesie and diaper, in full view of an unknown amount of eyes on the other side of the technology. She sat up, clinging the lion plush tightly to her and waving shyly towards the screen, a quiet:
“Weh…” Announcing the mortification that flooded her as Sakura came at once back to her senses from Baby’s enchantment on her. The infant dressed girl looked away and scanned the wide playpen for some spot to hide from view. Abandoning the stuffed animal, Sakura crawled swiftly to a corner of the playpen that edged out towards the door where a baby bottle of apple juice lay. Her hand reached subconsciously for the bottle, but she stopped herself partway through the motion realizing that her magicly charmed side had drawn her to the drink and not to a place free of the viewing eyes beyond the camera lens.
Sakura groaned in humiliation, hearing the coos and swoons of the women from the speakers as they watched her rounded crinkly rump dart about. “Weh!” She squealed, louder this time, still behind her pacifier, her lips unwilling to let the soother go. Moving swiftly on her hands and knees the diaper-clad girl made for the opposite end of the pen nearest to the room’s wall, burying herself partway in a pile of stuffed animals, her padded posterior poking out and prominently on display, still well within full view of those not in the room.
“Sakura-san might be a little bit shy.” Fujitaka couldn’t help but laugh a little at his daughter’s frenzied display as he rolled back into place, his body taking up the bulk of the lens’ view again. “In any event, let’s continue, shall we?”
Sakura whimpered to herself, the enchantment that Baby had cast on her fully turned aside in the humiliation of her unexpected audience. It was one thing for her Daddy, her father, she corrected herself inwardly to have seen her like that, but a whole group of his students? The girl groaned in self pity, her bulky rear end still on display as she partially hid under the pile of stuffed toys.
After a few moments, the sound of her father’s voice reached her ears, muffled by the fortress of plushies Sakura had burrowed into. Reluctantly, she emerged from her hiding place and sat up again. By now her father was back in full lecture stride across the room, his voice guiding his students in their digital audience point by point. Sakura could tell the focus of the room was back on him, but she still couldn’t help but blush pink at the attention she had gotten.
Sakura’s cheeks were warm and rosy as she sat in the corner of the pen, her gaze locked on her father’s back as she clung a stuffed animal close to her. Her mind drifted back to Kero and the Baby Card and she wondered if the guardian beast had any luck with getting her star key back yet. Without the magical charm there was no way to tap into her powers, to summon the cards’ magic and return things to normal, to restore herself from the baby-tinted view everyone had of her and the pressing desire to see herself in such a way as well.
For several minutes, Sakura tried to keep herself collected and calm. Try as she might though, the young girl could not, her efforts to do so failing bit by bit until tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. The girl’s gaze went from her father’s back to looking over the playpen area again, hoping to find some nook that would be free entirely from the laptop lens across the room. She sniffled and whimpered, a mix of emotions stirring within. Sakura embarrassingly realized that there was no such place to be fully out of sight, but she also felt a strong desire to not have her father’s back to her.
“Suppose ta be gewd.” Sakura lisped with a loud sniffle, admonishing her own behavior, thoughts of Kero, magic, and the possibility to restore herself to normal whisked away without her realizing. She let out a muffled whine and fought back the desire to call out to her father. Inwardly she scolded herself for being noisy like that. He had asked her to be quiet and it wasn’t such a big request. Yet the toddler dressed girl couldn’t help another low mewl getting out, a plea for her father’s attention.
“Would you all be alright if we took a short break?” Fujitaka asked towards the screen with an apologetic smile. “I need to check on my little girl.” Replies both vocal and typed gave their approval and the man offered a subtle bow of his head in gratitude. “Thank you. It won’t be too long.” His fingers moved over on screen buttons, first muting the audience of students from the speakers and though he pulled the cursor to the option to turn off his camera, his haste saw him tap just outside the button, the camera lens still on as he rose from his chair.
“Daddy…” Sakura couldn’t keep herself from calling to him any longer as she rose to her feet with an overwhelming need to be held. The pacifier in her lips fell away, dangling from a secured clip on the collar of her one piece outfit as she moved eagerly across the little space of the playpen. She pressed to the cloth mesh barrier and raised her arms towards him, grunting as sadness filled her green eyes and the plush toy she had held abandoned on the floor, the enchantment over the young girl complete.
“You’re ok, my Treasure. Fujitaka cooed as he bent down and scooped the girl up from the pen and into his arms, holding her close to him in a hug. “No one can see right now. It’s just Daddy.” The man kept his voice low and hushed, reassuring his daughter, one arm bracing her frame safely against him, his free hand rubbing her back, legs moving them slowly about the little space and rocking the girl.
Sakura didn’t speak, only let out more of the whines and sniffles of need like those she uttered in the lonely playpen away from him. For all the words she knew earlier in the day, none seemed unable to express her emotions just then, so she simply cried, soft sobs that she couldn’t place their origin nor did the girl try. She clung to his embrace tightly, her palms both gripping his white button up shirt as if to brace from falling. But there was no such chance he would let her go, his loving arms and soft voice soothing her told her this. She was safe as she was. Nowhere in the whole world was safer.
Gradually, her discontent settled down and the light sobs retreated. Good feelings came over her in a gentle wave, like a light and calming lapping of cool water against a welcoming shore. That calming sensation swept her up lovingly in its embrace and pushed away that sudden sadness from her. Sakura laid her head into her father’s chest and gradually the grunts of discontent fell away, replaced by long tranquil breaths puffing from her nostrils as the charmed girl nuzzled her face close.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Sakura-san.” Fujitaka assured her, backing up his praise with a light kiss to the top of her head. “Daddy’s wonderful little Treasure.” He smiled and kissed the girl’s chestnut locks again, his free hand giving her backside a few gentle pats.
Sakura blushed at the raps to her padded backside. The attention brought her somewhat out of her enchanted haze and she suddenly realized how terribly like a needy baby she had acted. Despite the disconcerting realization, Sakura knew she’d be lying to herself if she claimed that she wasn’t happy with all the affection she was being showered with. A delighted smile curled on her lips as she was held. A cheerful expression that was all her own with no magic’s allure needed.
“Can you be my Angel for just a bit longer?” Fujitaka asked quietly. “I’ve got a treat for you as a reward if you can.”
Sakura blushed pink, her mind clear of the charm of Baby’s magic again, more than a bit embarrassed by how she had acted. “Uh huh…” She mewled, her hands holding tightly to her father’s shirt. “I’ll be good.”
“That’s my good girl.” Fujitaka smiled as he set her back down within the playpen. His hand reached down and took up the hanging pacifier, restoring it back in his daughter’s mouth. “One more thing, Sakura-san.” He said, leaning over, both hands reaching below the girl’s waist and unclasping the buttons that secured the pink onesie snug.
Sakura couldn’t help but fidget a little as she heard the buttons being undone, those snaps sounding off loudly to her ear. She tried her best to be still for what the young girl realized with a deepening blush was a diaper check as she felt her father’s hands probing her star printed padding. “Eep!” Sakura yelped softly as she felt the back of her diaper tugged back, a little bit of air briefly rushing against her bare bottom.
“Good. All clean and dry.” Fujitaka nodded with a loving smile, his hands working to secure the onesie on his daughter once more. He rose back to full height, patted the girl on the head, then moved back to his chair. Sitting back down, the man gave his focus back to the screen as he adjusted himself into a comfortable position. On the display a slew of text comments waited for him. Though he thought to have turned off the sound and camera on his side he had only muted his students' sound and nothing more, giving the digital class a full audience to the care he gave to his little girl.
“Oops. I suppose you all heard and saw that.” The man put a hand to the back of his head and chuckled. “Well, we don’t have much more in the lecture. Let’s keep going.”
A slew of giddy comments rose up all at once as the computer was unmuted, confirming for Sakura all at once that her infantile display had been observed. Her face felt hot and she turned her back to the camera lens as she took a padded seat on the plush surface. She quickly reached for the discarded lion plush and buried her reddened face into its felt covering to stifle her mortified whimpers. As she did, the diapered Cardcaptor thought again of Kero, Baby, her lost Star Key, and how she might slip away from her father’s care and some small hope of restoring her dignity now thoroughly blemished.
Chapter 4
Summary:
The fourth part of a story made for Tamae FTT's birthday. Sakura has done her best to be good and play quietly while her father gave his online lecture, and despite the embarrassment of being seen by his students in her infantile attire, she was good. Of course, a good girl deserves a treat, right?
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Content warning for this chapter: Diapers, Forced Babying
Sakura’s face felt as balmy as the Spring day outside, her cheeks as pink as the cherry blossoms that filled the season with their petals, matching well the warm onesie that enveloped her as she sat on the playpen’s cushiony floor. The girl clung to the stuffed lion with one hand as if it were a life perseverer and she lost at sea while the other offered a timid wave to the computer screen at the opposite end of the small room.
“Bye bye, Sakura-chan.”
“You be a good girl.”
“Listen to your Daddy, I mean to Sensei.”
The last students present in Fujitaka’s lecture cooed through the speakers in their most doting tones, fit for a toddler.
“Let me know if you ever need someone to watch her, Sensei.” One voice offered.
“Me too!”
“And me. She’s just too precious.”
Sakura’s head spun out the proposed ideas in her mind embarrassingly unbidden. She could scarcely remember having a babysitter, let alone a collection of her father’s students seeing to her like she was a little girl. She really was a big girl after all, right? Her mind turned over the question uncertainly as she waited for the shower of coos to come to a close.
“I’ll keep it in mind.” Fujitaka spoke warmly as he moved back to occupy the focus of the computer lens. “You all have a nice rest of your day.” The remaining college students logged off then, one by one giving parting words and trickling out of the digital classroom until the call was empty. Fujitaka closed the tab on the screen, shut the device down, then gently folded it closed and away.
Sakura sighed in relief, the audience affected by Baby's enchantment had gone.
Fujitaka let out his own breath, taxed somewhat from the digital lecture. Whatever fatigue he may have felt he paid no heed as he rose and stepped over to the playpen where he had deposited his daughter. Were it not for the magic’s charm over him he surely would have questioned the scene. Though Sakura would always be his baby in some way, she was far past the age that diapers were a regular part of her wardrobe and changing them simple routine. The playpen’s dimensions alone would have given pause as it was much larger than anything built for a typical toddler, the magic crafted infantile enclosure made in proportion to the tween girl’s size, woven cloth mesh walls rising up to keep the young girl where she had been put. Yet, Baby’s hypnotic effects were complete, and all the man saw was his beloved daughter exactly how she always was in his enchanted view.
“Thank you for behaving so well, Sakura-san.” He smiled down at the girl, placing his hands atop the playpen’s wall.
Sakura’s face filled with a bashful smile, her stomach filled with giddy feelings. “You’re welcome, Daddy.” She beamed, taking to her sock-covered feet and reaching her hands up to him, the most natural and wanted thing in the world to her then.
“Up we go, my Treasure.” Fujitaka cooed, reaching into the pen and scooping his diaper-clad daughter up and into his arms. He held her close, her backside letting off a faint crinkle as he adjusted the girl to be held braced by one arm. “You’re been such a good girl that I think you’ve more than earned a sweet treat as a reward for your wonderful behavior.” He pressed his lips to kiss the top of her chestnut haired head before moving out of the study.
Sakura smiled wide at the attention and let out a contented sigh, simply nodding and pressing herself close in her father’s safe embrace. There was a faint tugging at the edge of her untroubled mind, some distant notion that couldn’t quite be given definition. Something she was supposed to do? Some unnamed concern? A little star shaped trinket perhaps? One of her toys? A yellow stuffed animal with little white wings? The thought nudged at the young girl courteously, not nearly assertive enough to force consideration of it. Try as she might, the thought didn’t seem to come to mind. Whatever it was, it could wait, Sakura assured herself, the feeling of her father’s wide palm rubbing her back as he carried her along lulling the girl into the calmest ease.
As her father carried her into the kitchen, Sakura turned her head from his chest and took note of the high chair they were drawing up to, its tray leaning against the side of the tall legs. Just like the playpen, it was crafted by the magic to be just the right size for her. She blushed fresh, part of her wanting to object to being placed in the elevated seat, but she dismissed that notion before it gained traction. Her Daddy just thanked her for being good, she wasn’t about to spoil that by having a fit over the seat she always had her meals in. ‘That would be silly.’ Sakura assured herself.
“Here we go, Sakura-san” Fujitaka gently pulled the girl from him and set her down in the cushioned high chair seat. He bent down and pulled a little buckle from the side over her waist and snapped it secure on its opposite end. “Can you raise your arms up for me and say ‘good girl’?” His hands took up the high chair tray slanted against the raised seat’s base.
Sakura grinned wide and threw up her arms giddily at the request. “Good girl!” She exclaimed, keeping her arms out of the way as the tray was slid into place.
Click!
The noise the tray let off as it secured in place sounded subtly off, but drew Sakura’s attention like a loud snap beside her ears. Her emerald eyes blinked rapidly and she gave the familiar little dining room a bewildered scan, the gleeful expression on her face drawing back.
“Ok, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.” Fujitaka leaned in, giving the top of the girl’s head another assuring kiss.
“Uh huh.” Sakura blushed and smiled shyly at her father’s affection. She twisted to follow him for a moment before he disappeared from view behind her, the chair’s hold on her restraining her from tracking him fully. She took in the room as if a fog had been lifted from her.
Across the room a portrait of her mother smiled, the sort of loving expression that Sakura knew the woman wore always as she looked down on her from heaven. Not far ahead was the dining table that her family took every meal at. It was all as she had seen countless times, yet something was different. Sakura bobbed her dangling feet back and forth as she mulled the matter over. She rested her arms atop the tray stretched out before her.
The girl arched a brow, feeling as though she had found the oddity that bothered her suddenly. She looked down at the wide plastic platter before her, separate from the dining table further off. She drooped in her seat, the tips of her feet reaching for the floor but finding both no purchase and that she could only dip so much, a buckle secured around her hip holding her fast. Sakura sat back up, a faint set of rustles filling her ear as she readjusted.
“A high chair?” Sakura whispered, a fresh rosy splash tinted her cheeks at the realization. “Baby.” Her lips formed into an indignant pout as she folded her arms over the tray and leaned down into them, recalling once more the wayward pink pixie as well as labeling herself. She could hear noises behind her as her father moved through the kitchen, the sound carrying easily over the long counter that acted as a buffer between the two little rooms as opposed to any wall. Back fully to herself for a moment, Sakura wiggled her hips concealed from her view by the high chair’s tray. Of course she felt the ever present bulk of the diaper, but also now the buckle that restrained her movement, and there was the plastic platter over her as well. Perhaps she could undo the tray she leaned on, from there find undo the securement of her waist, and bound off to find Kero and Baby and set things all to normal?
She set her hands to the search, probing underneath the high chair’s tray. With only a bit of effort expended, Sakura pulled back her hands, not even bothering to struggle with the buckle that held her hips.
Almost immediately she dismissed the idea of being free from the high chair. For one, Sakura found herself sure that the plastic platter of the high chair was fastened somewhere just out of reach from where she sat. ‘Baby’ proof. Proofed from her. Sakura added inwardly with a small outward mewl, mortified at just how well the magically made items of infant care seemed designed. Maybe she could do it. Perhaps she could twist and reach just right to unlatch the tray and take her feet from dangling above the floor to it and a shot at getting back to big girlhood.
Two more issues discouraged the girl from trying. Looking down her frame, Sakura surveyed the pink onesie that she had been dressed in. Warm pastel colored fabric that hugged her snug and ended just at her hips, doing nothing to conceal the plastic backed disposable on her behind. If she managed to slip away now she wouldn’t have a moment to spare to bolt upstairs to her bedroom for different clothes, nor could she risk not wearing the diaper, another embarrassing self nod to the magic’s effect on her. Bounding through the streets of Tomoeda like a big baby on the run was such a mortifying notion that her blush deepened at just the thought.
Besides, Sakura added to her argument, “Daddy would worry.” She spoke out loud what became her most convincing point.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Princess.” Fujitaka said as her rounded back, a plate in hand topped with a piece of cheesecake and a little spoon, as well as a small piece of cloth draped over his other arm. “It took me a moment to remember where I put your bibs.”
Sakura sat up at his coming, her eyes brightening from their resigned gloom at the offered treat, the reward she earned for being oh so good while her father taught.
Fujitaka sat the dish down on the high chair tray then unfolded the fabric for his girl to see. It was a simple white bib with the words ‘Daddy’s Girl’ embroidered in a rainbow assortment of colors.
Sakura’s cheeks tinged with new heat as she looked over the bib, but she found no objections to voice.
“Hold still for me please.” Fujitaka requested as he leaned over his daughter held up by the high chair and tied the fabric strings together behind her neck as sure as the buckle around the girl’s hips. “Just in case there are any spills.”
Sakura nodded meekly. She didn’t require a bib of all things of course, she was… the thought fell away half finished. Well, even if she didn’t need it, she didn't mind it. It was cute and it showed that her daddy cared. Besides, the enchanted Cardcaptor smiled warmly looking down at the hanging cloth with a growing smile. She loved the title the bib marked her with and felt like she was the center of her father’s world just then.
Fujitaka spooned a bite of the ivory colored cake and held it up, his other hand cupped beneath the morsel. “Here we go.”
“Daddy…” Sakura blushed, shrinking back a little from the offering and looking away to one side. “I can do it myself you know…” She objected meekly, her smile staying fully in place, a small and silent part of her hoping, even as she was fully back to her big girl senses for a moment, that her father would insist on feeding her. Just like those long gone early days when she was doted on so much.
“Say ‘ah’, Sakura-san.” Fujitaka guided the bite closer to the girl’s mouth, his warm expression ever present.
Sakura’s cheeks flushed as she bobbed her feet once more to remind herself of her infantile status. A good daddy wouldn’t make his baby feed herself after all. She let out a resigned sigh that seemed somewhat forced. As though there was someone else in the room that the puff was put on for. Sakura turned her face towards her father and the waiting bit of cake.
“Ah!” Sakura looked at her father and waited, proud of herself for being so very obedient. She welcomed the little bite and beamed ever wider as she chewed the sweet spoonful. “Mmm! So good.” The girl swooned, putting a hand to her cheek and grinning, her eyes shut in gleeful satisfaction.
“This next one is flying in.” Fujitaka gathered another bite, making little noises to accompany his action, announcing loudly the lift off of the little morsel.
‘Airplane?’ Sakura titled the gesture with a tiny gasp, her face colored pink. How long had it been since she saw her daddy do that for her? She closed her smiling mouth tight as she pondered the thought.
“Uh oh. I guess the plane will have to circle back before landing.” The gentle man chuckled before going back to making the series of flight noises as he walked away from the chair and began to circle the dining table, dipping the spoon here and there as he moved about the room.
Sakura grinned ever wider as she watched, dimples forming between her green eyes and her wide spread smile. It was just the two of them in the house. And her mother too, Sakura corrected, spying the picture on the stand across the room, the beautiful flowy haired woman looking on smiling at them from the photo frame. As her father drew closer from his pass around the table Sakura let out a giggle and opened wide, abandoning her false stubbornness and ready to welcome the nearing bite of cake, the others that would follow, and all the warm feelings stirred to life within her.
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