Duel Monsters was no longer just a game, it was a way of life. Yugi Muto had stepped out from the Pharaoh’s shadow to become a creator, designing games that would one day inspire generations. Joey Wheeler, once mocked and underestimated, had climbed the ranks and earned his place as one of the best duelists in the world.
But Seto Kaiba remained still, unmoved, and felt incomplete.
He stood alone atop KaibaCorp Tower, watching the city blur beneath him. He had wealth, influence, and technology the world could barely comprehend. But none of it mattered. Not without him.
“You vanished,” Kaiba muttered. “And took my purpose with you. Selfish bastard.”
Sleep felt like a personal prison. Every night, Kaiba walked the sands of his subconscious. It was an endless desert beneath a black sky. Stone pillars crumbled in the distance but he never found him. Not until tonight.
Finally, he saw Atem standing in his full glory. Kaiba’s eyes widened and a hint of an open-mouthed smile across his face. However, the pharaoh spoke first.
"You should not be here."
Kaiba narrowed his eyes. Smile aborted. “Then send me away. Or duel me.”
Atem looked down, then met Kaiba’s gaze. “You still seek what cannot return.”
Kaiba’s voice was low, but sharp. “No speeches. Just cards.”
Silence stretched between them before Atem finally nodded. “If you win, I come back. I’ll return to the puzzle and we’ll have a chance to continue this in the real world.” He then looked up, more serious than ever. “If you lose. You let go. Forever.”
Kaiba nodded. “Fine.”
“Plus, a bonus penalty,” Atem smirked.
Kaiba smirked. “Fine. Whatever.”
The ground split, stone rising around them into a ceremonial duel arena. Their Duel Disks activated. Lightning cracked through the void. They took their stances.
Without another word, they began. —
Kaiba’s Life Points hit zero.
The blinding light faded, leaving only stillness. Kaiba stood there, breath shallow, cards limp in his hand. Across from him, Atem lowered his Duel Disk with a solemn look on his face.
“You always fought like the world depended on it,” Atem said. “But this duel was never about the cards.”
Kaiba didn’t speak. His fists trembled.
“You’ll lose more than the duel, Kaiba. The terms were clear.”
Kaiba’s voice cracked. “So that’s it?” He didn’t even seem to register what Atem just said.
Atem stepped forward, placing a hand gently on Kaiba’s shoulder.
“It’s time to live, Seto. Not chase the dead.”
The dream began to dissolve. The sand crumbled beneath them. Atem faded, smiling. “And you’ll do it with even more hardship than you already had.”
Kaiba stood alone in the darkness. —
Kaiba's eyes shot open.
His heart pounded like thunder against his chest, sweat clinging to his brow. The dream was over. Atem was gone. The duel was lost.
And something was terribly wrong.
He shifted in bed and froze.
Warmth. Dampness. Weight. A sickening realization crept up his spine. Slowly, he lifted his blanket and looked down.
His pristine silk pajamas were soaked and sagging.
"...No," Kaiba breathed.
The scent hit next. His eyes twitched. “No, not–wh-what is this?!”
He launched out of bed like he'd touched live voltage and sent his sheets flying. Panic twisted his normally stone-faced features into pure, undignified horror.
“Seto? Why are you being so loud?” The sound of Mokuba’s voice echoed into the room which made Kaiba seize up and blush. He grabbed his sagging backside and turned away from the door.
“N-No reason! Go to sleep, Mokuba!” Kaiba shouted. The surprise in the back of pants wasn’t for Mokuba to see. The wetness on the front of them and his entire bed was going to be a bit harder to hide though! —
Across the city, in the peaceful quiet of the Kame Game Shop, Yugi Muto stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smiling softly to himself as he brushed his teeth.
He hummed a little cheerful tune between strokes, eyes sleepy but content.
“Mmm mmm mm—mh-hmm—”
PHBBRRRRRTTTSSHHHH!—SSSPPLLRTTTTT!—HSSSHHHHHH!
Yugi's eyes went wide. Then they crossed. His whole body tensed.
"Ngghbbh–MREHP!" he squacked, before blurting out a cacophony of startled animal noises that sounded part goat, part duck, part toddler in distress.
His legs buckled slightly. A soft squish echoed underfoot.
The toothbrush fell into the sink with a clatter.
Yugi blinked rapidly, cheeks blooming into a furious shade of red as realization sank in.
“I-I… did I just…?”
He slowly looked down.
His pajama pants were sagging. There was a huge mess in the back and the front was soaked. He was standing in a huge puddle…!
“Oh no… oh no…”
He slapped both hands to his face and let out a muffled, humiliated groan.
“Why?! How did this–?!” —
Back in his apartment, Joey Wheeler was still locked into his game, seated on the floor, grinning ear to ear.
“Oh yeah, baby, Level Ninety-Five! Joey freakin’ Wheeler’s on fire!”
Then a strange feeling crept in. A bubble of pressure. Then heat.
He blinked. “Huh?”
PRRBBBSSSSHHHHFFFFLLLLLLP—SSSSHHHHHHT
Joey jolted, game clattering to the ground.
“Whuh—!? No. No-no-no-no, I did not just—ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
He leapt to his feet, hunched over with arms out awkwardly at his sides, as if movement would make it worse.
He was bright red, staring at his sagging pajama pants like they didn’t belong to him. The carpet was soaking wet too. Oh God! —
Meanwhile, in the fading ether between the realms of life and dreams, Atem stood with arms folded, staring into the void, lips pressed tightly together.
"...I may have... overreached."
He closed his eyes. “I said ‘Kaiba.’ but the connection must have treated it like ‘every duelist I’ve ever bonded with emotionally.’”
Seems he wasn’t good at being a ghost. Oh Ra. He hoped Yugi and Joey would manage…
In the coming days, there would definitely attempts to hide what had happened to them from everyone else. None of them knew about the other two’s fate so it felt like they were suffering through this alone and that was a horrid feeling. —
Wednesday.
Yugi had changed three times.
He tugged down his oversized hoodie, cheeks still pink. His movements were awkward and stiff-legged, like he was trying not to rustle too much. He shuffled past the front counter of the game shop, ducking his head.
Grandpa called from the back. “Yugi! Could you open the shop today?”
“I—I’ve got a project due!” Yugi called back, voice cracking. “Gotta go meet Tea. Like, right now!”
He sprinted out the door, clutching his backpack tight over his backside.
In the alley behind the store, he let out a slow breath.
“I am never telling anyone about this…”
He froze as he saw Téa walking up the street toward him. Yugi forced a big grin, sweating bullets.
“Hey Téa! You look great today! Gotta go! Bye!”
He bolted past her before she could even say hi.
She blinked. “…Weird.” —
Friday.
Seto Kaiba sat stiffly at the end of a boardroom table, arms crossed, expression cold.
A junior executive cleared his throat nervously. “Uh, Mr. Kaiba, regarding the Duel Disk distribution–”
“Meeting’s over.”
“...? But sir–”
“I said… it’s over.”
Kaiba stood too quickly. His coat flared. A faint squelch was heard. He winced and blushed. Then he began power-walking out of the room in an awkward shuffle.
He turned his head slowly. “Anyone who speaks of this meeting will never work in the tech industry again.”
He stormed out, leaving behind a trail of droplets. From what? No one could tell. Maybe he was sweating or he crushed another water bottle in frustration and stormed out with it. Who was to say?
Téa passed by the building that same day and coincidently saw him stumbling out and zipping past her that same time. She sniffed the air, then grimaced.
“...Okay, that’s two.” —
Sunday.
Joey was sitting cross-legged on a towel on the couch, arms crossed, controller in hand. Serenity knocked.
“Joey! You coming with me to the card shop?”
“Nah, I’m good, sis! Little... stomach thing! Don’t come in!”
“You okay?”
“Totally fine! Just beat five CPUs at once while holdin’ in a whole pizza! Champion-level stuff!”
There was a faint pfffft.
Joey went pale. “NOTHIN’. That was the game!”
“I didn’t say anything?”
Joey groaned and face-planted into a pillow. “Yeah. S-Sorry I–”
“Hey.” Téa was standing next to him suddenly, arms crossed.
“GYEEEP!” Joey shrieked and scooted away, towel almost falling off him.
“Sorry, I was just here to pick up Serenity for our card shopping escapade and wanted to know if her purse was in here. Also, why are you sitting like this?” She asked, really confused.
“It’s none of your business why I’m sitting with a towel around my waist. Maybe I just got out the shower and I didn’t feel like wearing pants. This is my house ain’t it? Why don’t you knock next time? I could have been butt ass naked!” Joey snapped, slapping the seat cushions.
Téa blinked and then glanced to the right. “Ah. Here it is. Thanks.”
She grabbed the purse and left Joey to blush and grind his teeth in frustration as the game he was playing was lost behind him.
Outside the door, she muttered to herself. “Yugi, Kaiba, and Joey? All acting weird. All… kind of hunched over. Red in the face.” She folded her arms and tapped her foot. “Plus that horrible smell the three of them had… it can’t be but it’s the only thing I can think of.”
She tried not to assume but as the days passed and the three of them kept giving off signals she couldn’t ignore, she eventually just had it all figured out.
Somehow, someway, Yugi, Joey, and Kaiba had lost control of their bladder and bowels.
Unreal. —
Téa stood in the park, arms folded, staring out at the city skyline. She had all the pieces.
She started to reach for her phone, thumb hovering over Yugi’s contact.
“I should probably tell them I know what’s going on,” she muttered. “They’d want to know. I mean, they deserve to not have to hide in front of me at least…”
She paused. Her thumb drifted away from the screen. Then she smirked.
“…Then again.” —
All three stood in Téa’s living room.
Yugi, Kaiba, and Joey sat on the couch in stiff silence, their eyes wide with dread. Téa stood in front of them, holding her phone in one hand and a suspiciously large baby bag in the other.
“I figured it out,” she said sweetly. “All of it. You three have bladder and bowel problems. Don’t deny it.”
No one answered. Joey was sweating. Kaiba’s eye twitched. Yugi looked like he wanted to dissolve into vapor.
“And I was going to tell you it was okay. Really. But then I realized something.” She reached into the bag. “Why not let this be a nice way of having some dumb fun?”
She pulled out a pink frilly dress, followed by a pacifier. “You’re going to be my little baby boys until I’m satisfied. Or I tell everyone.”
Wait, is that why she called them all here? Joey stood up, now rather panicked. “H-Hey! You can’t do that!”
Téa’s smile didn’t waver. “I can absolutely do that and I know you know it.”
Kaiba growled. “This is absurd. I am the CEO of the largest tech company on the planet!”
She held up a diaper. “This oughta make for a really delicious headline in the newspapers then huh?”
Kaiba sat down slowly.
Yugi whimpered. “Can we at least wear pants over the—”
“Nope!” Téa chirped. —
Three very red-faced duelists sat on a mat in the middle of the room. Each wore a fluffy diaper and a poofy baby dress in pastel colors.
Kaiba glared into space in a pale blue bonnet. Joey tried to pull his pink frills down over his diaper. Yugi, in lavender, squeaked as Téa popped a spoonful of baby carrots into his mouth.
“Open wide!” she sang. “Say aww~!”
“... Awww~!” He ate. Then he cringed and swallowed, eyes watering.
Joey watched, horrified. “There’s... peas in that next one, isn’t there?”
“Uh-huh,” Téa said cheerfully.
Kaiba was already trying to reach for the door. Téa blocked him.
“Sit. Back. Down.”
He obeyed, muttering, “What kind of a lunatic turns down a monetary offer like the one I just gave you?”
Téa beamed. “Money can’t buy the kind of happiness I’m getting from not accepting that bribe. Look at you, my cute little baby squad!”
She took a picture as the three groaned in perfect sync.
“Now into the doll boxes behind you and I’ll take another pic of that!” She exclaimed.
The boys were dressed as dolls and these three toy boxes for presenting dolls were as big as they were. Where did she find the money to purchase these? They even looked well made with labels that said “Jaunty Baby Time Joey”, “Diaper Yearning Yugi”, and “Baby Dragon Dumper Kaiba”.
They got into the boxes and she squealed as they pressed their hands against the plastic film right as she took a snapshot. They were three pathetic baby dolls here for her amusement. It was officially playtime. —
Monday at Domino High School, there was an incident.
Yugi sat in the middle of third period, arms folded tightly over his desk, legs pressed together. His eyes darted toward the clock. Ten more minutes of history. He could make it. He had to make it.
The classroom buzzed as the teacher scribbled on the chalkboard. Yugi shifted in his seat. His eyes twitched.
No.
No no no—
PHRRRTT-BRBRBRBPSSSHHHHHHHHHHH—SSHHHHLLLLPPP
His eyes crossed. His back arched.
“MEH-HYEHH-HUH-BWAAHHH—!”
Everyone stopped. Pens dropped. Heads turned.
Yugi froze mid-squeal, cheeks burning cherry red. The smell was immediate. The silence was deafening.
He slowly turned his head. Every student in class was staring. Someone near the back whispered, “Did he just moo?”
Yugi forced a laugh, sweat dripping down his face. “Haha, w-would you believe me if I said I sat on a... ketchup packet?”
More silence. The teacher stared at him.
Yugi stood up stiffly, chair legs squeaking.
“Y’know what? I think I, um... left my—there’s a... bathroom in the thing— HI, I’M LEAVING!”
He shuffle fast-walked out of the classroom, hands clenching the back of his pants, eyes forward, hoping if he didn't look back, this would all disappear.
He slammed the door behind him.
No one said anything.
Until someone muttered, “Was that the King of Games?” — Tuesday at Téa’s house turned nursery.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OW!”
“HEY!”
“UGH—WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!”
Yugi, Joey, and Kaiba stood bent over in a row, blushing furiously as Téa briskly spanked each of them on their big diapered rumps with a big cartoonish paddle labeled "Naughty Duelist Club" in glittery paint. The thickness and the holes within it made it so that the THWAPS hurt regardless of the padding. The diapers, they do nothing!
“Because I felt like it!” Téa declared with a grin.
“But what did we even do!?” Yugi squeaked, covering his diapered bottom with both hands.
“I gave you a softer one Yugi,” Téa cooed.
Yugi pouted as he whimpered. “You did?”
“Yeah, she did! I saw! Your booty’s just more sensitive!” Joey yelped and jumped as the paddle struck again after he said that. “This is cruel and unusual, Téa!” He neglected to say punishment though. Interesting.
Kaiba growled through gritted teeth. “This is humiliating. I am Seto Kaiba. You will regret this.”
Téa bonked him lightly on the head with the paddle, making his eyes cross. “Yeah, yeah. Get in the corner, Mr. Dragon Diapers.”
She pointed to the corner of the room. All three waddled over, grumbling under their breath.
Yugi pouted. “Can I leave my corner first too?” Téa responded by patting his head assuredly and backing away.
Joey groaned. “Do not turn around. She’s takin’ pictures.”
Kaiba slammed his forehead against the corner and muttered darkly, “I built KaibaLand. I created interdimensional duel simulators. I helped revolutionize the–!”
Téa left the house shortly after and strolled on into the store.
The cashier blinked as Téa strolled up with two overloaded carts. Bibs. Pacifiers. Jars of baby food. Jumbo diapers with cartoon designs and duel monsters on them. Giant baby bottles. A diaper bag.
Téa beamed. “Put it all on this!”
She slapped a sleek black card onto the counter.
The clerk picked it up. His eyes widened. “Uh… this says KaibaCorp Global Executive Platinum.”
“Yup.”
“And it’s… authorized?”
“Yup.”
“But this is for—uh…” he looked at the piles, “a lot of adult-sized baby stuff.”
Téa smirked. “I am aware.” She was using Kaiba’s money to fund his foray into babyhood. There was nothing he could do about it.
The clerk nodded solemnly. “Understood.” It was best not to pry.
He rang up the total. “That’ll be ¥912,000.”
Téa smiled. “Perfect. Do you do gift wrapping?” —
Wednesday at a Kaiba Corp Press Conference.
Seto Kaiba stood at the podium, addressing a crowd of reporters. Cameras flashed. Screens behind him displayed new prototype duel tech.
“KaibaCorp is proud to present the Duel Nexus Drive, an upgrade capable of processing five million simultaneous monster calculations.”
He shifted slightly. A soft squelch sounded from beneath the podium. He went rigid. A bead of sweat slid down his temple.
A reporter raised her hand. “Mr. Kaiba, are you alright? You look... tense.”
“I’m always tense,” he growled. A second camera panned slightly. Kaiba’s eye twitched. “No photos from the side. I said no photos from the—”
A snap went off. Kaiba lunged forward, slamming the podium with both hands.
“This press conference is over!”
“But sir—!”
“I SAID IT’S OVER!”
He stormed off stage, flanked by confused guards and assistants. Somewhere in the crowd, a photographer lowered his camera, frowning at the blurry shot of what might have been an oddly lumpy pant line. —
Thursday at the nursery house.
Three regular sized high chairs sat in a row, painted bright pastel colors. Kaiba sat rigid in his, arms clenching the sides, glaring daggers at a jar of mushy orange goo labeled "Sweet Potato Explosion."
Joey squirmed in his chair, exhausted from trying and failing to dodge the bright green spoon Téa kept aiming at his mouth from earlier.
Joey whined. “It looks and tastes like radioactive snot!”
“Joey, it’s peas and carrots,” Téa said flatly, walking in front of Yugi for his turn. She set down a bowl and began feeding Yugi his food. The boy ate cutely without complaint.
Kaiba gripped his hands tightly on the tray. “Hold on. That’s not fair.”
Joey peered over in a jealous huff as well. “How come he gets actual chicken?”
Seated in the middle, Yugi blushed furiously as Téa gently placed a bite-sized piece of roasted chicken into his mouth with a spoon. His cheeks puffed out slightly as he chewed, red as a tomato.
Téa leaned in toward Yugi, ignoring the others completely.
“Shh. Ignore them. Open up,” she cooed, raising the next bite.
Yugi’s eyes went wide, his face flushed, but he opened his mouth obediently, already mid-chew and nearly choking in embarrassment.
“Mmhmf,” he squeaked.
Joey snarled. “Seriously, why’s the King of Games gettin’ his royal dinner while we’re stuck with mush?!”
Kaiba looked personally insulted. “This is rigged. This is biased. I demand a rematch.”
“You demand a nap,” Téa shot back.
Later, things were coming to a head. The three were sprawled out on a soft nursery mat, clearly ruminating over something.
The three were on their feet now, back in their puffy diapers. They stood in formation on the playmat, united for the first time.
“This has gone way too far,” Joey snapped. “Chicken favoritism, corner time, spankings?!”
Kaiba crossed his arms. “I’ve tolerated many humiliations. I will not tolerate being forcibly burped after shoveling down mush!”
Yugi adjusted his diaper and cleared his throat. “Téa, we’ve been polite, well, mostly, but this ends now. We’re standing up for ourselves.”
Téa, lounging on a beanbag with a baby bottle full of juice, raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? Big baby revolt, huh?”
Kaiba stepped forward. “Effective immediately, we’re done. No more diapers, no more feeding, no more–!”
Téa calmly raised her remote and pressed a glowing pink heart-shaped button.
Click. A soft, twinkling lullaby filled the room.
All three duelists froze.
Joey blinked. “W-what is this—uh-oh.”
Kaiba stiffened. “No. No, not again. I am resisting—”
He wobbled, eyes fluttering, then crumpled to the mat like a fallen statue.
Joey teetered back and forth, swaying like a cartoon tree. “I’m gonna fight it! I’m gonna–Zzzz~!” He flopped over with a loud snore and a hiccup.
Yugi’s eyes widened, then crossed.
“HHHHHRRNNNNN-MBHHHHHH!”
He let out a wild goat-like bleat and collapsed sideways, face-first into a plush bunny pillow, his padded rear sticking up in the air, giving a final wiggly twitch as he started snoring.
Téa stood, stretching with a satisfied sigh. “We didn’t even reach the second verse.” She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. “Let’s see... caption: ‘Nap time for the diaper brigade. #TooCuteToDuel’” It was cute but she’d be treated to something even cuter when she woke up the next day. The camera she left in their room with their three cribs would capture their very funny and pathetic escape attempts.
The nursery was dim, lit only by a rotating star projector casting gentle constellations onto the ceiling. Three oversized cribs lined the wall, each adorned with pastel bumpers and cartoon character mobiles slowly spinning overhead.
Inside the first crib, Yugi squirmed restlessly in his pink, mittened My Little Pony footed pajamas, his thick diaper crinkling with every movement. He sat up and whispered, “Okay... this time I’m getting out.”
In the next crib, Joey, dressed in light blue ducky PJs, rolled onto his side and whispered back, “Yeah. So am I.”
From the third crib, Kaiba, grim and silent in his white-and-blue whale-pattern footies, glared at the bars like they personally offended him.
Yugi slowly climbed up and swung one leg over the crib rail.
"I’ve got it… almost…!"
THUMP.
He slipped, flipped, and tumbled back inside with a loud poof, landing face-first into his pillow with his padded butt in the air.
Joey snorted. “Smooth,” Joey muttered, grabbing the rails and pulling himself up. He got one leg over, teetered for a second, then yelped as his pajama foot slipped off the bar.
“WHOA—AAAAUGH!”
THUD-THUD. Back into the crib. Head-first.
“Ow... my pride. It hurts...”
Kaiba rolled his eyes. “Amateurs.”
He rose slowly, moving with grim purpose, calculating angles. “A simple maneuver. All I need is balance and–!”
CRACK! WHOOMP!
Kaiba’s whale-covered legs flew out from under him. He landed sprawled in a dazed heap, his face smooshed against a plush teddy bear. “...Unacceptable.”
Yugi shook the stars out of his head and tried again.
“This is it... I can feel it...!” He said, as if it wasn’t pathetic that the three of them couldn’t simply climb out of a baby crib.
He climbed higher, balancing his mittened hands on the top bar. “I’m gonna–! Whoa–! Whoaaa–!”
BONK!
His head smacked the rail. His eyes crossed instantly.
“HHHNNNGGH-MBHHHHHHH!”
He let out another loud, ridiculous ox-goat hybrid like noise, his goofy face frozen in shock with his tongue lolling and eyes swirling.
Then he slowly tipped forward, bonked again on the way down, and collapsed backwards in the crib like a ragdoll. His legs dangled like hooks above him, his arms were limp by his sides, and his pink pajama butt was sticking up in the air.
PSSSHHHHH—BRRRRRPPPTTTTTT-PLRRRT!
The room filled with the unmistakable sounds of defeat exiting from both ends at once. Yugi drooled with a dumb smile and his drooling tongue poking out, eyes fluttered shut.
Joey gagged, eyes rolling.
“Y-Yug... bro... nooo…” Then his own gut rumbled. His eye twitched.
GRRGHH—!
Both Kaiba and Joey doubled over in pain as they, too, grimaced and slumped, their pajamas sagging ever so slightly. They all collapsed at the same time in their cribs with one unconscious and two miserable.
Overhead, the mobiles continued to gently spin. —
Friday at the Domino Street Duel Arena.
Joey Wheeler stood across from a smug punk duelist, Duel Disk activated. A crowd had gathered. Joey was grinning, ready to play his final card.
“This is it, pal! Say goodbye to your life points…‘c-cause I’m summonin’--!”
PHRRRRBLT-PLPSSSSHHHT
He froze. Face blank. Eyes wide. A deep squelch echoed under his jacket.
The other duelist blinked.
“Uh... what was that?”
Joey's face turned purple. “T-That was... uh... a sound effect card! Yeah! I played... Stink Strike! It messes with your senses and, uh, lowers your defense!”
Someone in the crowd sniffed. “Why does it smell like-?”
“SHUT UP I’M WINNING HERE!”
Joey activated the card with shaky hands. When he felt the warmth of a wet spot spreading on the front of his pants he then immediately hit the emergency shutdown on his Duel Disk and yanked his coat down.
“Gotta go! Match canceled! Rematch next week!”
He sprinted off, leaving the crowd confused and his opponent too stunned to claim victory. —
The days turned into weeks.
Yugi, Joey, and Kaiba each held onto the hope that this was just a temporary humiliation. That Téa would get bored. That they'd be allowed to return to their semi-dignified lives. Dignity was a distant memory now.
Every morning started the same: checked diapers, baby wipes, new footies. Téa worked with efficiency, but there was something so gentle in her touch. She hummed little songs. She’d smile and coo quietly as she buttoned them up again, calling them her “brave little duelists.” And, though none of them would dare admit it… they kind of preferred it that way.
Yugi tried once to change himself after a nap accident. He fumbled with the tapes, paws of his pink mittened footie pajamas slipping uselessly. He gave up, red-faced, until Téa found him in the corner, arms crossed, legs trembling, softly pouting.
Joey tried to DIY his cleanup with wipes, a mirror, and a towel. He ended up spinning in circles, slipping, and falling back on his own mess. Téa had to scoop him up and wash his ducky footies while he groaned and covered his face.
Even Kaiba, who swore he would “handle this internally,” was found one morning staring grimly at a clean diaper laid out in front of him for fifteen full minutes before finally grunting and silently climbing onto the changing mat like a defeated general.
None of them ever spoke about it. Not once. Then, just as suddenly as it began, Téa called them into the living room.
“You’ve been good,” she said, smiling at them in their seats on the nursery mat. “I’ve had my fun. You’re free to go.”
Joey blinked. “Wait, really?”
Kaiba narrowed his eyes. “Just like that?”
Yugi shifted in his footies. “No more bibs? No more nap time lullabies?”
“No more anything,” Téa nodded. “Unless... you want to come back.”
Three heads shook violently in sync.
She laughed. “Didn’t think so.”
She handed them each their clothes and sent them home. —
Joey burst into his apartment, already kicking off his shoes and fumbling with the zipper of his ducky pajamas.
“I am gonna throw these things into the sun!” He peeled down his footies and reached for the tapes on his diaper.
Nothing. The tape wouldn’t budge.
“What the—? Is this, like, a super diaper? Come on!”
Yugi was going through the same thing. He stood in front of the mirror, tugging desperately at the tapes on his pink diaper, face red, teeth gritted.
"Why won't it come off?! Is this glue?! Téa never had a problem!"
Kaiba, standing in his sleek penthouse bathroom, was trying surgical precision with his fingers.
The diaper didn’t move. He stared at himself in the mirror, silent. He was wondering if he was cursed. He didn’t seem to recall that, yes, he technically was.
Back at home, Yugi slumped to the floor, sighing in defeat. “...Maybe she’ll come over tomorrow.”
Joey rolled onto his couch, grumbling. “There has to be a bug in this diaper system…”
They all sat there, alone in their homes, their diapers pristine and inescapable. They were easy to remove but something in them resisted it. As the days passed it became harder to ignore too. —
It took another week of silence. Of unclean underwear and diapers that were hard to navigate. Of failed independence and quiet, unspoken longing.
Then, one by one, they returned.
Joey arrived first, hoodie tugged low, pacifier dangling from his wrist like a keychain. He shuffled into Téa’s apartment, muttering, “You win, alright? Just... do the changing thing already.”
Kaiba followed, ashamed but finding himself admitting to his failure regardless. “This arrangement isn’t temporary. I need this back…”
Yugi arrived last, soft-spoken and red-faced, deciding to arrive in his MLP pajamas. “...I actually though the chicken was tasty.”
Téa beamed. “You know… I don’t know how but I had a feeling you boys would come crawling back.” —
Later that week, on a Saturday.
Each of them sat, literally, in their new homes: oversized, custom-made display doll boxes standing upright in Téa’s nursery. The fronts were clear plastic. The inside backdrops were pastel scenes—nursery wallpaper, cartoon clouds, plush toys.
Téa skipped through the nursery, humming cheerfully. “You’d be amazed what you can buy with a KaibaCorp black card.”
Kaiba’s voice echoed from inside his box. “I hate you.”
“And I love you too,” Téa sang.
This may have been an occasional instance of home life for them but they got to live their own lives too. Joey was allowed to go out and be a duelist still, for example.
The crowd roared as Joey Wheeler slammed down his winning card for the tournament later that day.
“AND HE’S DONE IT AGAIN, FOLKS! JOEY WHEELER WINS!”
The camera zoomed in.
Joey stood tall, sweaty, triumphant and very clearly crinkling. His diaper peeked out from under his jacket, bulging beneath his pants. And still, the cheers grew louder.
“He’s so brave!” someone shouted. “He’s dueling for the little guy!”
“Diapered and deadly!” cried another fan.
Joey waved weakly, blushing furiously.
“I hate this. I hate this.”
From a luxury box above, Kaiba watched through gritted teeth.
“He’s not even good. He’s not even good!”
Téa leaned over with popcorn. “He’s better than you. And the diaper only makes him more adorable. And somehow more relatable it looks like.”
Kaiba turned red. “I funded this.” —
Later that night, the nursery was quiet.
Téa sat on the couch, humming gently. In her lap, Yugi sat in a fresh diaper and his pink MLP pajamas, cheeks glowing, pacifier dangling in one mittened hand.
“I don’t know why I came back…” he mumbled.
Téa popped the pacifier into his mouth.
“Shhh. Blues Clues is starting.”
He blinked slowly, looking at the screen, then back at her.
His face scrunched in embarrassment, but he didn’t move.
His head rested against her. His legs curled slightly. The pacifier bobbed as he suckled on it, settling in for yet another comfy time in a freshly pampered state.
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