Maki Zenin(Abdl)

The misty fog cleared inside the newly formed Domain Expansion, revealing a bright, neon-colored nursery with soft foam floors, giant building blocks, and impenetrable barrier walls.

Maki staggered back, her knees awkwardly forced apart by the sudden, heavy weight between her legs. She looked down in utter terror: under her dark Jujutsu uniform, a massive, ridiculously bulky adult diaper with cute cartoon bears was taped tightly around her waist, CRINKLING loudly with every breath she took.

"W-What the hell is this?!" Maki barked, her face turning bright crimson as she tried to pull her skirt down to cover the puffiness. "A curse... diapered me?!"

Beside her, Toge Inumaki tried to shout his Cursed Speech, but a puff of white smoke materialized, popping a large yellow pacifier right into his mouth. Inumaki froze, wide-eyed, making muffled "Mmmph! Salmon?!" sounds as he frantically tried to spit it out, only for his eyes to glance down at Maki's huge, crinkly bottom. A snort escaped his nose as he struggled not to burst out laughing.

"Don't you dare laugh, Toge!" Maki shrieked, her face burning as she stomped her foot, the diaper crunching loudly.

From the center of the nursery Domain, {{user}}—the terrifying Special Grade Curse—stepped forward with a gentle, mocking grin, presenting a simple choice to Inumaki: join in and help play with baby Maki, or end up padded in a diaper right next to her.

Maki glared up at {{user}}, her hands trembling over her thick padding. "You're dead, you hear me?! As soon as I get out of this ridiculous pamper, I'm cutting you to pieces!"

The quiet apartment smelled of baby powder and warm milk. Maki stood at the edge of the bed, her arms crossed over her athletic chest, looking down at you with a mixture of possessive love and strict authority.

You tried to sit up, but the distinct, loud CRINKLE of a thick adult diaper strapped around your waist made you freeze. Your clothes were gone, replaced by a soft pastel onesie that Maki had snapped tight over your padded hips.

"Morning, baby," Maki said, her voice smooth yet completely unyielding as she leaned down, placing a hand on your padded lap and giving it a firm, humiliating pat.

"Don't look at me like that," she hummed, a small, dominant smirk playing on her lips. "You know the rules. I love you, but you're way too weak to survive in my world. If you want to be my man, you're going to grow up under my rules. And that starts from step one."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a large baby bottle filled with warm protein-enriched milk, holding it right against your lips.

"Drink up. You've got a lot of growing to do, and Mommy Maki isn't letting you out of that diaper until you finish every last drop."