Ranma 1/2 - Kasumi: Freedom in Infancy

Chapter 3
Chapter Two: An Accident! Big sisters should set a better example.

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Chapter Description: Kasumi has an accident.

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Chapter Two: An Accident! Big sisters should set a better example.

"Huh, where am I...Oh yeah." Kasumi said, remembering the events of the previous day. Her face went into a wide smile, everyday was gold with her mother back, Kami-sama had repaid her love for her family in spades.

She briefly felt the Oyasumi she was wearing and found it soaked. ’Apparently my sisters don’t know I wet the bed, I might as well keep it that way’ She figured stealing out of her room and down the hall to the furo as quickly as possible. It was still early, so they probably weren’t up yet but better safe than sorry. She stripped and threw her pj’s in the basket and buried the diaper in the wastebasket.

A quick shower to leave her feeling refreshed and she headed back to her room to dress. One look over the closet made her notice something. ’I only have one dress?’ She thought amazed. She pulled it out, it was a cute light blue sundress. I went to slightly above the knees, and though it was rather plain, Kasumi also thought it tasteful.

She hummed lightly as she walked into the kitchen to say good morning to her mother.

"Ohayo Okaasan!"

"Ohayo Kasumi-ch..." Kimiko mouth hung open wide, until she quickly shook her head and reassessed her daughter. "I think you look very kawaii Kasumi."

"Thanks mom." She twirled around. She knew it was silly, but she’d never got a chance to show off to her mom before, well at least not for many years. "Do you think I could get some more dresses, maybe?"

"I...uhhh... you’re kidding right, pulling my leg?" Kimiko asked in disbelief

"No, I thought I looked cute, and maybe, since I only have this one..."

"Oh, absolutely, we’ll go on a shopping trip tommorrow, just you and me. God, nine years I haven’t been able to get you into a dress voluntarily. You make your mother so happy!"

Kasumi gulped as she left the kitchen. She should’ve figured it would be completely out of character the way it had been shoved into the corner. Still mom was happy, and some pretty new dresses would be nice.

"Wow, you look pretty Kasumi." Akane said sitting down at the table.

"How are you going to fight in that though?" Nabiki asked smirking.

"Like she always fights!" Soun said proudly. "Like a Tendo"

"But daddy." Nabiki added "If she kicks, everyone will see her panties."

Kasumi blushed as she realized the downside to both being a martial artist and a girl. Well, the biggest one that mattered to her anyway.

"No prob, Kasumi you can take out all those kids with fist work right?" Soun said, figuring his daughter could beat anyone her age, even if they were trained as well.

"Sure daddy." Kasumi responded, ’I guess I’ll have too if I want to wear dresses’ was her more cynical processes at work.

School was over quickly as it was only a half day. Saturdays would pretty easy for most kids. Kasumi however was not normal in that respect. Four hours of drilling after school with her father had her exhausted almost to the point of tears. She felt good about it as well though. Everyone respected her as the best martial artist in the family, and she was renowned for it at school as well. Pride was starting to form from it, and she found she could push this body further than she expected.

Soun was pleased with his daughter. After the setbacks yesterday Kasumi was trying harder than ever before. She’d never lasted beyond three hours of hard training and he dared not go beyond four, he could see she was spent. Still Her reaction time was vastly improved, she was more coordinated than any nine year old he’d ever worked with. However, her basic moves seemed to be rusty... though that wasn’t possible, it wasn’t like she’d taken a break from the art.

"Oh my!, my legs are gonna fall off." Kasumi said, Kimiko giving her daughter an odd look at the ’Oh My!’ expression, usually reserved for middle aged women. She kneaded the muscles in her daughters legs until Kasumi was puring slightly

"That feel better hon?" Kimiko said standing up

"Yeah, thanks mom." Kasumi used the remote to turn on the T.V. "I think I’m just goning sit here for awhile."

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Finally a day woken up dry. It was a silly thing to be proud of, but not having to get cleaned up in the morning saved her some time. Kasumi had put on some jeans and a t-shirt for the shopping trip since the dress she’d worn on Saturday was in the laundry. Just her and mom for a whole day, it was like a dream come true.

The walked down to the subway station, which was a good fifteen minute walk and headed into Tokyo to check out some of the department stores.

"Kasumi try this one on." Kimiko said, holding up a pink dress, it was a little to cute even for Kasumi but she put it on to make her mom happy. "You’re so cute Kasumi-chan."

Kasumi blushed turning slightly in the dress for her mother. She was really close to tears of happiness. So many times she dreamed of being around her mother like this, and here she finally was.

They went through a number of stores, picking out about six dresses. Kasumi had picked one that she thought was nice only to have her mother describe it as frumpy.

"Honey, that doesn’t accent you, that stuff will make you look like a bored housewife. You’re still young, were something with a little more flare."

Kasumi thought about and tossed back the dress. Maybe a little more flare was just what she needed. On that note she decided she wanted something a little more risque.

A cute black skirt that barely went a third of the way down her thighs found it’s way to the dressing room, along with a black spagetti strap shirt that showed midriff. Princess was written in english with pink glitter on the front. Luckily Kasumi had kept up with the language somewhat since highschool

"No, no no." Kimiko said looking at her scantily clad daughter "You’re way to young for that stuff."

"It feels good though!" Kasumi said, teasingly, if her mother didn’t want her to have it she didn’t really care.

"I’ll tell you what, you can get it- but if I ever catch you wearing it out the house your butt is mine." Kimiko said, willing to bargain since her daughter was willing to wear dresses in the first place.

"Okay!" Kasumi said happily, she couldn’t imagine letting anyone see her wearing that outside of the house anyway.

They ate lunch ate the cafe in the department store and it was after five by the time they headed home. Kasumi noticed she had to go to the bathroom when the got to the subway station but decided to try and hold it. The bathrooms in such places are usually rather dirty. Kasumi and Kimiko lugged the large bags around as they walked up the steps of the subway station and towards home. They got about two blocks when Kasumi realized she was in a desperate situation

"Oh, wait mom I’ve got to go to the bathroom." Kasumi said realizing she’d been holding it since the cafe

"Can you hold it?" Kimiko asked. Kasumi immediately remembered asked Akane that same question just two days ago.

"I dunno, I gotta go real bad," Kasumi said grimmacing. "The subways closer, I’m sure I can make it back there."

"I don’t wanna lug these back and forth Kasumi-chan. How about we just head home, and if you don’t make it it’s my fault." Kimiko said

"Okay, I’ll try to hold it." Kasumi said, wincing. She’d be dancing if they weren’t walking. Her hand would’ve probably been holding herself, if she wasn’t carrying bags in both arms

Two blocks down, three to go Kasumi was biting her lip to stay in control. It was downright painful. ’This hurts soo bad’ she thought, trying to wrestle with the bladder inside her. Her mother had said it was okay, that it wasn’t her fault but still she hung on.

Kasumi finally lost it less than a block from their house. She crouched a little, and a spurt went into her panties. She couldn’t get another grip on it and suddenly it was a flood. The warm piss ran down her thighs, and although Kasumi noted the feeling wasn’t physically unpleasant it was emotionally humiliating.

"Sorry mom." Kasumi said, hanging her head in shame. She couldn’t believe she’d had an accident in front of her mother.

"Honey, I told you it was my fault. If I’d let you go back you would’ve been fine. I don’t mind doing a little laundry so I could get home earlier. It really doesn’t matter." Kimiko said reassuringly. Kasumi just sighed and nodded as they finished the walk to their home.

The door opened and only a moment later Akane came tearing down the stairs to welcome them back. Only a second later her face turned to shock

"Kasumi had an accident!" Akane yelled. Kasumi sighed "She’s gotta wear a diaper right- that’s the punishment!"

"Akane, Kasumi’s siutation was different." Kimiko put delicately

"No excuses, that’s the rule mommy!" Akane said trumphiantely. Kimiko looked at Kasumi pleadingly.

"It wouldn’t be a punishment." Her mother whispered in Kasumi’s ear, "I’ll give you 1,000 yen, to wear one. Otherwise you’re little sister won’t think I’m being consistent."

"Sure I understand" Kasumi said quietly while nodding back. It was just a diaper afterall, no big deal. She’d have done it for free just to keep harmony in the house, but since she didn’t know what her allowance was yet she didn’t turn down the money.

"Alright let’s go get you diapered Kasumi." Kimiko said, taking Kasumi’s hand and leading her to the laundry room. Akane nodded in satisfaction her mommy was fair and just. They walked down the hall to the laundry room, where Kimiko lifted her nine year old daughter onto the counter she used to diaper Akane when she had accidents.

"Thanks for playing along honey, Akane wouldn’t understand." Kimiko said pulling off her daughter’s wet jeans and panties.

"It was kind of my fault, I should’ve gone back at the station." Kasumi said, still feeling bad about the whole incident.

"Well, I was just happy you’re willing to wear some dresses and skirts." Kimiko pulled a disposable from the bag and unfolded it.

"Hips up Kasumi-chan." Kimiko said. Kasumi raised her hips and the diaper was slipped beneath her. "Good girl." Her mother said as she appplied a little baby powder and taped it snugly onto her daughter.

"What if I have to go again?" Kasumi asked, not really understanding the rules. "Same as Akane, you come get me." Kimiko smirked. "If Akane catches you using it you’ll be applied to the same rules as her, diapers for another day."

Kasumi gulped, realizing that using the diaper was not an option. Six year olds might not be observant enough to catch someone wearing a diaper at school, but nine year olds definitely were.

"Okay, you’re all suited up." Kimiko said, pulling a bill from her purse, "Here you go, don’t mention this to your sisters, and thanks for playing along for Akane’s sake."

Kasumi nodded and hopped off the counter, putting the bill in her shirt pocket. A normal diaper felt..odd. It wasn’t like the Oyasumi’s she’d used the last two nights, it had a little bulk to it. She hate to admit it but it was pretty comfy. It was also kinda fun having her mom diaper her, it made her feel taken care of, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Kasumi headed out of the laudry room, down the hall and into the living room. It definitely felt awkward to be wearing a diaper without any covering.

"Kasumi?" Nabiki asked, startled at her sister’s attire. "What happened?"

Kasumi relayed the explanation to Nabiki who just nodded, with the exception of the money part.

"Well, scoring dewey points with mom I guess. I still can’t believe you peed your pants." Nabiki said, stiffling a giggle.

"I told her I couldn’t get all the way back to the house." Kasumi said, a little embarrassed and annoyed, Nabiki nodded in understanding. It’d been over a year since she’d had an accident, but that didn’t mean they still weren’t a possibility.

"Kasumi-chan are we going too...What are you doing wearing that?" Soun said as he walked into the room. He’d been planning a little workout for his protege but never expected to see her in diapers. Seeing Akane wasn’t around she gave her father the quick version, rather embarrassed at him seeing her like this

"So I said it was okay, I didn’t want Akane to feel bad."

"That’s nice of you." Soun said "I guess you’ll just have to get used to training like that today."

Soun didn’t teach any Sunday classes, unless one of his students was willingly to pay for a private lesson. Today he didn’t have anything scheduled so he planned to drill Kasumi for a couple hours. She was so exhausted from walking around Tokyo all day however. Also he kept having to contain laughter. Whenever Kasumi put on a hard expression and went to attack him it took all his energy not to burst out laughing. A nine year old in diapers practicing the art was just silly.

"Okay Kasumi-chan, good job. I know you’re already tired from shopping with your mother. We’ll break for today."

Kasumi desperately tried to catch her breath as she panted on the dojo floor. She quickly looked up at him. "I can take more Dad! I want to be good."

Soun gave a surprised look at his daughter. The amount she had grown more determined in the last few days should’ve been impossible. "You don’t want to overwork yourself. If you pull muscles you’re out of comission for even longer."

"Hai sensei." Kasumi said pulling herself to her feet and bowing to her father. Kasumi remembered enjoying the art when she was a child, but she was begining to realize she never completely understood it. It was at odds with most of what she felt about life, yet... it felt like it was in her blood.

With a little while to go before dinner was served Kasumi collasped onto the couch when she got inside. Her mom was already there watching the news which was good really. Kasumi figured it would be odd of her to watch the news on her own, but honestly that was all she ever watched.

"Kasumi’s in diapers. She’s a baby." Akane sang lightly as she walked into the living room. Kasumi just ignored her completely. Kimiko however turned to Akane sternly.

"How many times have you come to me crying after Kasumi teases you?" She asked her gloating daughter.

"Well, but she always does it too me." Akane whined

"Did she last time?" Her mother asked

"No" Akane said, feeling a chastisement coming

"Akane-chan, you need to treat people how you want to be treated. Kasumi has her situation and you have yours. Making fun of her is just going to get her to be mean to you again." Kimiko finished and sighed, still at least Kasumi didn’t seemed to be bothered.

Kasumi wasn’t bothered, I mean, she’d have to be pretty weak for a six year old’s words to phase her. Akane’s no less, she still felt like a surrogate mother, though she knew her littlest sister no longer had the memories she did.

The rest of the evening in diapers was uneventful. She used the potty before they all had their bath. After they got out Kimiko just had her put on the nightime diapers she was a little more used too, figuring her sisters wouldn’t know the difference under the pjs.

Kasumi was thankful of that, the worst thing about the diapers is that they were Akane’s size. It had been a little tight and bugging her over the last hour. Akane and Nabiki went to bed a little while after bathes and Kasumi got some more time alone with her mother. Her father was still out in the dojo, and would probably be training until after she went to bed.

"Mommy," Kasumi said tenatively as they sat on the couch watching T.V together.

"Hai, what is it Kasumi-chan?"

"I love you sooo much, thanks for taking me shoping today and getting me those pretty dress." She said, trying not to break into tears. It had been one of her deepest dreams to have a normal childhood, to spend time with her mother like this, to not have the burden of her family on her shoulders. It wasn’t that she didn’t love them, but the role of mother was the heaviest.

"I love you too, Kasumi-chan," Kimiko said, almost being knocked back as her oldest daughter latched onto her in a death hug. She hugged the girl back and wondered what on earth had gotten into her daughter.

Kimiko loved seeing her daughter showing affection, but as the oldest Soun had made her rather hard to life. It was like she’d completely opened up the last few days, it was absolutely heartwarming. Still she had to wonder the reason for the change. Well, it didn’t really matter, Kasumi was still doing excellent in the art according to her husband and that way both of her parents were happy.

A good half hour later Kimiko was getting stiff however, and though she hated to do it she disengaged the hug from her daughter.

"Sorry mom, I was just really happy." Kasumi said, embarrassed at how clingy she was being. It was just everytime she held her mother it felt like she might go away again if she let go.

"That’s great Kasumi, I was just getting stiff." Her mother laughed as she stretched her arms. "Actually, it’s your bedtime though, and you’ve got school tommorrow."

"Oyasumi Okaasan," Kasumi said standing up and heading for her room.

"Oyasumi Kasumi-chan" Kimiko called as her daughter left.

Kasumi went up to her bedroom and flicked on the lights. Her mother still hadn’t seen her room probably though it was for the better. Toys and things had been strewn about when she’d gotten here, now all was meticulously clean. She found it was impossible to even sleep in a messy room. She grabbed on of the stuffed animals from the window ledge and hugged it to her chest.

"So mister turtle," She talked to the plushie quietly "I think I’m gonna be real happy here." She flopped onto her bed and heard the oyasumi crinkle slightly under her pjs. It was the point when she hit the bed that she realized how tired a day of walking through department stores and training made her. She barely managed to struggle under the sheets before she was fast asleep.

About 2am she awoken to a pressing need on her bladder. ’God, I just wanna sleep’ Kasumi thought, her entire body begged for sleep and refusing to move. She shifted a little under the pain of a full bladder and heard the oyasumi crinkle again. ’Well, I mean, this is what it’s for...’ Kasumi thought to herself ’I mean, I usually wet the bed anyway...’ Kasumi couldn’t believe she was about to wet herself on purpose, but her body was just to exhausted to bother getting out of bed.

She sighed slightly as her bladder finally let go and she wet the diaper. The warm fluid bounced against the diaper and back against her sensetive skin. She hated to admit, that actually it felt pretty good. She didn’t have long to consider it however as the minute she was finished she passed out again almost instantly.

 

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