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By diapper234@gmail.com · Posted
This story is dedicated to TheUnthinker’s Werebabies. This series occurs after the events of Diaper Moon Parts 1 & 2. Liz sat triumphantly, on a throne of dirty diapers watching the little diapered world she had made unfold. Emily and Rebecca were having a messing contest right in front of her. "No fair, I saw an enema bottle in the bathroom trash," accused Emily. "You must've used it before the match.." she paused to grunt out more mess in her sodden diaper, ".. started," she let out with a sigh. "How do you know that was my enema, Em? Besides, I'm no cheater," Rebecca said with an obviously guilty smirk on her face. Her diaper, already mostly brown, began to fill up her entire backside to the top of the diaper. Liz just watched, grinning all the while. Liz was the alpha werebaby, an ancient creature that only has power when the moon is full. That power, is to turn innocent people into dumb diaper loving slaves. Liz was the first to "turn" another in this area; a girl named Judy at an all girls sleepover. With Judy's help, they took on all the other girls, shoving their full diapers into their faces, and one by one turning them into poopy, happy, diaper slaves who were obsessed with making more diaper lovering Werebabies. First, the pair ambushed a small group of girls, completely surprising them and added five more to their pack. Then, they overwhelmed the rest of the party by boldly facing them while the exits had been sealed shut. As more and more of the girls became Werebabies, the more hopeless the cause for the unchanged girls. Eventually everyone would be faceshat, and before long the party was a full-on messy diaper orgy; the type of scene happening now at the clan's rather large clubhouse. The full moon was only five hours away and the girls were beginning to change. Their street clothes were beginning to change into pastel sundresses, onesies, and other extremely girlish clothing. Liz was changing too as she gained her special power back. But for now the pack could not turn anyone so they contented themselves to playing in their diapers and smelling each other's messes. After several hours, it was time. Liz inspected each and every werebaby personally. Each girl was required to have completely changed into their Werebaby form. For some, that meant a revealing, pastel cheerleader outfit with ABDL spelt in baby block letters on the front. For other Werebabies, they gained onesies and bright filly dresses during their transformation. Liz also would not let any girl leave without a diaper inspection. Any werebaby that hadn’t completely wet and messed her diaper was told to do so immediately or risk having the entire werebaby pack think suspiciously of her. Thankfully, all the werebabies had messed their diapers beyond anything a mere spy could imitate. They were loyal werebabies who would stop at nothing to carry out Liz’s will. Now that the pack had fully transformed, they began to look eagerly to one another, wanting to turn other girls into obedient werebabies. Liz wasted no time dispatching her loyal slaves, and the werebabies ran from the clubhouse, howling at the moon and squishing their messy diapers as they headed for their objectives. The Mayor of Bridgeport was on her phone checking her Twitter page. The Mayor, only 28 and beautiful, was on her way back to City Hall. It was dusk. She had just given a speech at a business development meeting for over an hour, and she desperately had to pee. And, the car would just not move fast enough. A little pee escaped into her panties, as she tried to hold it. “Can we step on it please, I have to use the restroom,” she testily addressed her driver. When all of the sudden, the car shreaked to a stop as shadowy figures lept in front of the car from the street, blocking its path. The driver shouted curses at the people, as the Mayor tried to calm her heartbeat. “Oh my god, we almost plowed over those poor people,” the Mayor said, shuddering at the thought. Then, a loud popping sound has heard behind the car, as Jamie and Tara slashed the Mayor’s back tires with large kitchen knives. The pack surrounding the car began to close in. The Mayor reached for her phone and started dialing the police, but then Liz herself tossed a stone through the window of the car. To the Mayor’s horror, this did not set off the car’s alarm. The werebabies had the car surrounded. Their blank expressions, determined walk, and girlish attire was really creepy. She was too frightened and confused to scream. At once, the driver was pulled out of the car, but his brief shouts were muffled. Amy then saw Liz, calmly reaching through the broken window. She unlocked the car door, and climbed in with the Mayor, shutting the door behind her. “You should thank me, Amy,” said Liz, defiantly using the Mayor’s first name. “Now why the fuck would I-“ Amy shouted before Liz cut her off. “Because of me, you won’t lose the election. With me, you’ll keep your position as Mayor… forever.” And with that Liz pulled one of her nipples from under her dress and shot a bullet of warm milk right into Amy’s gaping mouth. It was the sweetest thing Amy had ever tasted. She was trembling as her body ached to have more. Also, she had forgotten how badly she had to pee before the werebabies showed up. All of the sudden, without her control, her bladder let go at full force. The gentle, spreading warmth felt amazing to Amy, who forgot what she was doing for a second until she remembered she wasn’t on a toilet. “Oh no,” she said as she reached down to her business skirt. When she lifted it up, a girly pull-up stared back at her, and it was soaked with pee. The more Amy let go into her pull-up, the cloudier her thoughts became before all she could think of was that delicious milk. She didn’t even notice Liz turning around in the backseat, revealing her brown, stinky diaper. Before Amy could react, the diaper pressed right against her face and Amy took a deep breath. At first, the smell was horrible, but in less than half a second the smell became the best thing she had ever smelled in entire life. It didn’t take long before the werebaby magic took hold. Her pull-up transformed into big, adult diaper as she continued to smell Liz’s messy diaper. “Well Ms. Mayor, how do you like your diaper?” Liz asked as Amy finally broke her face away from her Alpha’s intoxicating mess. “I just love it Alpha, thank you,” she said with a grin; messing it to show her new allegiance to Liz. Just then, Amy noticed her driver make his way through the small crowd of werebabies, a pacifier in his mouth. He was wearing nothing besides a big blue t-shirt and a sodden yellow diaper. Amy clapped in excitement. “Are we going to make more of us Alpha!?” “Yes,” Liz said. “And I have a plan to make the whole town like us, but first we need your driver to take us to City Hall.” She turned to her werebaby pack gathered around the car. “Claire, and Jody, and Amanda. Find the Mayor and I a new car. Do it quietly, we can’t arouse the police or citizens yet. The rest of you will execute phase 2. Now go!” The pack dispersed at once. As Mandy and Freya exited the elevator to the third floor of the parking garage, they heard the sound of scuffling. Freya, the braver of the two grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and pulled her along. Mandy was noticeably spooked. Freya grabbed her keys from her pocket, but as soon as her car beeped open they were both jumped and separated. Amanda got Freya on the ground before she knew what was happening and Claire was quick to faceshit Freya, muffling her cries for help. Jody’s job was to silence Mandy while Freya was being turned so that in the end her own girlfriend would be the one to faceshit her. She did her job wonderfully. She grasped her hand over Mandy’s mouth as her lover went down, and her werebaby strength made it easy to hold on to Mandy as she struggled. To Mandy’s horror, Freya stopped struggling, and Claire stood up, her messy diaper swaying as she did. Then Freya stood up. She looked like a completely different person. She only wore a bra and a diaper, which was filling up with pee. Then she started to walk towards Mandy. She had a twisted smile on her face that made Mandy speechless with fear and confusion. It didn’t take long for the girl to submit to the werebabies after Freya faceshit her and join Liz’s ranks. All five filed into the car that was now property of the werebaby pack, to return to the Mayor and Liz. When they parked the car right next to Liz, their Alpha gave a short speech. “Good job my werebaby slaves. All of you performed exceptionally. You will all be officers in my future diapered army. And welcome Freya and Mandy, you both will make excellent werebabies. Thank you for loaning me your car.” “Yes Alpha,” Freya and Mandy said obediently.
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