Ultimate Mecha Strike II

"Come on, come on! Use the Grand Cannon!"

"The Grand Cannon can only be used when I'm fully-charged and I'm only halfway there!"

"Then use a low-kick!"

"Low-kicks are cheap and you know it."

All of the girls were crowding around Marinette's couch, Alix and Juleka facing each other tournament style. The girls had all made an agreement: each of them get a turn, and the one who wins against all odds gets to face the grand champion of Ultimate Mecha Strike II.

That Champion, Marinette, was currently restocking on snacks for their party from the kitchen and making her way back up, passing by the living room. Her parents were cuddling on the couch, watching their favorite crime-drama.

As she reached the steps, she stopped when she heard the show move to a commercial break. She recognized the jingle on the first note, having heard that same song over a hundred times on YouTube.

"Comfort. Endurance. Flexibility. For grown boys and girls ready to take control."

Marinette turned around and saw him. The object of all of her fantasies and classmate Adrien Agreste. The camera glided over his body. His lack of a shirt exposing his smooth abs. The way his thighs bent. He was practically naked except for the product being sold: a navy-blue pull-up, a brand of diaper designed both for function and fashion for the babies growing into adults. She struggled not to pontificate the way it bulged in the front. Boy-diapers tended to curve outwards on the front, and being a baby girl on the cusp of womanhood, Marinette had difficulty keeping herself from staring.

"Agreste Comforts. (For babies ages 13-20.)"

Engrossed in Adrien's rockin' bod, the bag of chips slipped from her grip. In a failed attempt at trying to grab it from hitting the ground, she slipped forward, the bulkiness of her fresh diaper resulting in a collision with the ground, miraculously keeping the bowl of dip from spilling in her hand.