Posted on 2017-01-02 18:49:46
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Well according to the story that came with the picture this is the father from Yotsuba. Safe to say it caught me off guard a bit when I discovered that.

Story here - “So, explain to me how he ended up hanging from the ceiling fan again.”

Fuuka took a deep breath. Ever since a bizarre accident had left Yotsuba’s father Yosuke as a diaper dependent young girl, the Ayase household had gotten more than a little strange. Even now, as the middle sister of the Ayase household carefully urged the dad-turned-preschooler off of the ‘fun-spinny-swingy-thing’ and carefully grabbed her by her middle to haul the dazed little daredevil over to the couch, Fuuka had to admit this wasn’t even the strangest thing all week. “Well? One of you must have an explanation.”


The three remaining girls looked at each other. The eldest, Asagi, piped up. “So, you know how we’ve been playing fun and educational games with little Yosuke there, to guess her new clothing size-”

“You mean the bribes, barely disguised threats of blackmail and tricking of Yotsuba, all to get Yosuke in as many baby outfits and dresses as possible?” Fuuka rolled her eyes. Of course it had started this way. “Yes, I can recall, funny enough. Honestly, I’d say I don’t know how you get away with it so often if I didn’t know Mr. Koiwai was such a doofus even before the transformation.”

“Hey! Ms. Ayase had all those baby clothes, we had to use them up or they’d end up haunted!” The littlest of the trio, Yosuke’s adoptive daughter Yotsuba, piped up. “Asagi said so! If you don’t dress a cute baby in old clothes, the clothes wake up and look for one! And daddy’s a cute baby now!”

Wincing, but managing a grin, Asagi nodded. “Ahahaha. Right. Isn’t that right, Fuuka? Everyone knows that!” Fuuka sighed. Of course they’d roped Koiwai’s impressionable daughter into this. Even now, Yosuke had slipped out of Fuuka’s grasp, toddling around in a pink baby dress and lifting it up to reveal a clean, white disposable diaper. Normally Yosuke would insist she didn’t need them, and was a perfectly responsible adult, even in ⅓ scale. Seeing her parade around and show off while doing the Hokey Pokey was more than a little weird. “You put your right foot in~ you put your right foot out~ you put your right foot in, and you shake it all about~”

The girls stared at this in amazed silence. Fuuka cleared her throat, and pointed. Her expression basically said ‘Mystery Still Unsolved. Interrogation Continues.’ This time it was Ame, the youngest Ayase sister, who spoke.

“Well, Asagi’s cajoling had stopped working, and we were going to leave Mr, uh, MISS Koiwai alone after that, until Yotsuba showed up with a mail-order magic set. It came with a little hypnotic pendant, and of course Yotsuba wanted to show her Daddy what a great magician she was.” Ame coughed, as Fuuka stared in disbelief.

“You mean it actually WORKED on her!?”
“We were as surprised as you are! She seemed totally disaffected by it at first, and we figured she was just playing around to please Yotsuba, but then we started to realize that we couldn’t quite stop her from ..well, this.”

“I’m the princess of padding and poultry! BAWK BAWK BRAAWK!”

The girls had to stare at Yosuke again, marveling at how off the deep end she’d gone.

“Well, is there a way to wake her up?” Fuuka asked, unable to stop starting at the diapered little girl doing the chicken dance.

“Oh, sure! We tested it out, and it brought her back no problem.” Asagi smiled, then looked away, her grin a little awkward. “..So since we knew we could bring her back, we, uh, hypnotized her again. And told her she was different things every time.”

“A chicken.” “A magical shoujo heroine!” “A fashion model.”

Fuuka blinked. “Wait. HOW many times did you re-hypnotize her?”

Asagi started counting on her fingers. Then she got a calculator. The three went into a huddle.

“Um. Enough times that she grabbed the jump rope over there, used it as a grappling hook and swung from the fan, proclaiming herself Magical Fashion Chicken Crinklepanties. And that’s where you came in.”

They watched as Yosuke spread her arms out, did a little startup march, and zoomed across the room, skirt flapping up to show a flash of white as she toddled across the room. “Super Diaper Plane awaaaaayy!” With a happy squeal, Yotsuba ran alongside Yosuke, copying the pose-the two of them bonking headfirst into a wall.

As they both fell, one made a squishing noise. Two sisters yelled “NOT IT,” as a strong, unmistakable and sadly familiar scent filled the air.

Fuuka groaned and rolled her eyes, picking the prone, swirly eyed Yosuke up. “Come on, Airplane Princess or whatever. Time to unload your cargo hold.”

Yosuke giggled, squirming as a little dollop of drool formed on her lips. “I’m a preeeeetty airplaaaane.”

“...Of course you are, sweetie. Of course you are.”

Posted on 2017-01-02 21:51:59
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Awh so cute *giggles*