KOTOR: Big Baby Jedi (Private)
 

Revan smiled, as he made his way through the Ebon Hawk. The reformed Sith Lord had no duties to the galaxy to attend to at the moment, so he had let his crew relax as best as they could on a resort planet that had been recently freed from Sith occupation. He made his way to a secret room in the Hawk, which, to anyone entering, would be a large nursery. His steel grey eyes settled on the sleeping woman in the crib, he came over, caressing her hair.

Meanwhile, generations later...

Satele Shan hummed softly as she medidated in her chambers. Her Padawan, a young Mandalorian girl, had gone off to buy some supplies before they headed out on a mission.

(you going to play the padawan?)

For the moment the galaxy didn't need saving, and for most, that meant training and meditation, but for others, it meant time to just let loose and live. For the Jedi grandmaster it meant time to deal with her family's poor genetics when it came to "private matters". During the time of Revan, Bastilla's potty training had been forcibly stripped from her when she was a prisoner of Darth Malak, and she had never recovered from it. Sadly, bathrooms terrified her now, more then any sith ever could, and that would have consequences generations later with Satele.

(No, I was gonna take Satele)

But thankfully, an old passtime of Bastila´s had also creeped through the family. Revan smiled, ¨Morning little Basty.¨ he cooed, laying a gentle kiss on her forehead. He wore a variation of his old robes, except charcoal grey and gold. His lightsaber hung at his hip.

Bastilla slowly sat up rubbing her eyes as her pacifier slipped from her mouth, "morning daddy" she said, still looking rather sleepy as she felt the coldness of her diaper from the night before hit her. It was the result from a phobia she had developed while in captivity, she had been broken down by Malak and remade into a fearful little girl.

Meanwhile, the padawan had arrived at the store and only now looked at what her master had on the shopping list, "I don't understand" she said to herself as she picked up the supplies for her master.

¨Did you have a good sleep Bastila?¨ Revan smiled, pressing a hand to her diaper. It was thoroughly used. ¨Looks like I have a stinky little girl today, hmm?¨ he teased, pecking her on the lips. He picked her up, standing a foot taller, and carried her to the changing table.

Satele slowly got out of her meditation, and began inspecting her lightsaber. Her Padawan knew of her....condition, and was quite alright with it. She blushed as she inspected the Kyber Crystal within. Her Padawan was the one to baby her, and it helped relieve stress

"Yes daddy, and I slept well" Bastilla says as she yawned, her diapers were now a lifestyle for her, she wouldn't ever again be continent, her incontinence was complete and total, she was still an adult, and a jedi master. But she was also a little girl, and a baby, for the most part Bastilla would stay as close to the ship, or to her nurseries as she could, her pacifier never leaving her mouth as she would go about her day.

Shaar'alla, the padawan returned to her master and to her ship a couple hours, she had to go to different stores as to keep her master's ab side secret but she got back, almost out of the money she had been given.

The Jedi Council, while finding this surprising, still valued Bastila, and supported her as best as they could. Revan slid her pants down to her knees. His swept back ebony hair and trim beard, were on full display. He removed her diaper, and tossed it into a fertilization port. He grabbed some wipes, and began to clean her up.

¨Welcome back Shaar´alla.¨ Satele said, now in her nursery. She had discarded her usual attire, now dressed in a babyish green T-Shirt, her diaper, and her pacifier. She smiled warmly, and suckled on her pacifier as she played in her playpen

Bastilla laid still for her diaper change, they were now a part of her life, and she had explained to the council as best she could why she was wearing diapers, while they had tried to get her to face her fear, Bastilla just couldn't overcome the trauma she had suffered.

Shaara, also called Sara to simplify her name put the supplies away, she didn't care her master was into the sort of thing, she had learned how old it was in her master's family, and how every girl in the family lived their whole lives diapered.

While Bastila had faced it, she was still afflicted by it. Revan tenderly rubbed in the baby powder and baby oil into her skin. He then taped on the new diaper, checking to make sure it wouldn´t leak. ¨All done Bastila.¨ he kissed her tenderly.

¨Thankies.¨ Satele lisped, giggling cutely. She hummed softly as she played. Her lightsaber was always within reach, in case of attack.

Bastilla smiled, her lightsaber was always ready neraby her whenever she needed it, although she hardly did nowadays, thus making her weapon purely ceremonial now, "fank you daddy" Bastilla said popping in her favorite yellow pacifier.

While unorthodox, this, liking did wonders for Sara's training and her development into teenhood, where she had to learn greater responsibilities, and this set up. although strange, was perfect to teach responsibility and consequences. So Sara had learned to be as watchful as she was detailed, never overlooking even the smallest detail as she went about caring for "little Satele" she had come to call her.