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This was fun. 😊 Normally I would say it was a bit meandering, but in this particular story it works because the mundanity of it is kinda the point! You really maimed home the fantasy that sitting around in a poopy diaper, waiting for your GF to come home and change you, is just completely normal. ❤️ Also I love their banter. 🤭 "I make no promises" classic. 🤣

I have a feeling the game is going to be rigged against her ever making it to the potty. 🤭

I know, right? Normally DiaperTF isn't my thing in the slightest, but if there's one thing I love I writing, it's a good Trope Subversion. 😅 So the idea of someone getting turned into a diaper and liking it? That really tickled my brain. 🤭

Cloth diapers, eh? Those are gonna be even harder to hide. 🤭 And from what I've heard they feel more-wet when used than disposables do, so she's probably not gonna like these one bit.

Totally fair! 😅 I, of course, would prefer to be in Skye's position. 🤭

Glad you liked it! 😁 Tell me: If You were in this story, would you prefer to he in Skye's role or Heather's? 🤭

"Alright Heather, are you ready to be a human again?" After languishing together in Skye's bedroom for what felt like possibly hours or years to the diaper, the witch finally felt like the time had come to undo her spell. So she shuffled her way into her bathroom, stripped off her clothes, tore open the tapes securing her friend to her hips, and removed the diaper from her body, placing it on a towel on the floor. "Do I have toooooo?" Heather whined. If she were being honest, she didn't want to go back to being a human after the life-changing experiences she'd had as a diaper. "I'm afraid so, honey." the witch said sympathetically, "I can't just have a poopy diaper hanging around forever. If kept you in this form, I'd have to throw you in the trash, and that's not what you want, is it?" The diaper sulked, "I guess not..." a part of her wondered what it would be like to be thrown away like the dirty little diaper she was. Would that give her the same pleasure that she had experienced every other time she served her purpose as Skye's diaper? "That's what I thought." the witch cleared her throat, "May that which I have done, be now undone by my command." She snapped her fingers. Instantly Heather's entire would spun out of control. Her body stretched and grew, her plastic body morphing into flesh and bone once again. Heather was human once more. And the first thing she noticed now that she were back in her original form was... An absolutely awful stench. "Oh... I uhh… Kinda thought the mess would somehow morph with you..." Skye said, embarrassed. Heather looked down at herself. She was completely covered in shit. Brown streaks smeared all over her body and all over her clothes. And unlike in her previous form, her nose unfortunately was not immune to the putrid stench of Skye's bowel movements. A moment of silence stretched between the two women. And then, Heather started laughing. "Hahahahaha! This is fucking gross." she said in a fit of hysterical giggles. And it was. Being covered in poop did not hold nearly as much appeal as a human as it had when she was a diaper. The giggles proved to be quite infectious and very quickly Skye was laughing along with her friend. "Yes it is! And you're taking it a lot better than I expected you would!" the witch swiveled towards the shower and turned on the water, reaching a hand down to her friend. "Shall we get you cleaned up." Heather took her friend's hand and stood up on slightly shaky legs. Apparently after having been a diaper for most of the day, her body was a little stiff. Together, the two girl's stepped into the shower and under the hot, running water. "I don't know that I can save your clothes..." She said, running a finger under the strap of Heather's crop top. "It's okay... Neither of us could have predicted I'd end up covered in your shit." Heather said with a chuckle. "You are in a surprisingly good mood for somebody covered in poo." Skye mused, helping Heather slip the soiled top off of her body. "You helped open my eyes to an entire reality I didn't know existed until today. Magic is real! And my best friend can cast spells! Real fucking spells!!! Of course I'm going to be happy about that!" She may have left out a few other reasons for her jovial demeanor. Skye smiled warmly at her friend, "You're gonna make me cry now..." "Well before you do, can you help me get all of the shit out of my hair?" Heather said angling her scalp towards the shower head. Skye was happy to oblige her friend, pulling the shower head off of the wall and spraying the girl down from head to toe. Soon the brown water ran completely clear and she grabbed a bar of soap, lathering it up between her palms. "I've never showered with someone before." Skye admitted. "Well then we can add that to the ever-growing list of new experiences today." Heather winked at the witch. "In fact, let me add another." Before Skye could react, Heather gently pushed her against the wall of the shower, pinning her body there with her own, before pressing her lips to Skye's. Instantly the witch dropped the bar of soap and wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling her close as the warm cascaded down their bodies, adding to the heat that was even now building between them. When Heather finally managed to pull herself off of Skye, both girls panting and gasping for breath, she felt no fear in asking the question that had been on her mind. "Can I be your diaper again some time?" Even without telepathy, the witch could have guessed that Heather would ask that, "Hmm, I dunno... transformation magic like that is incredibly draining. I'm gonna need to rest and recharge before attempting a spell like that again." "Oh..." Was all that Heather could manage. She supposed that made sense. The witch cupped Heather's chin and tilted the girl's head to look up at her, a grin spreading across her face. "How does tomorrow sound?" THE END

Heather's mind was a whirl at the words. Skye was gonna use her again... A lot... And that could only mean... Oh. Oh no. But also yes! The diaper felt very conflicted. If Skye had meant what she thought the witch had meant, Heather was about to be violated in a way she had never imagined. But with how good it felt when she'd been peed in... Her mind boggled at the prospect of what *that* would feel like. Skye speed-walked into the house, making her way down a hallway, passing the bathroom entirely, and heading towards a bedroom which Heather presumed to be Skye's. Heather was surprised to find that it looked... Normal. No cauldrons bubbling, no flying broomsticks perched by the windows ready to be taken for a ride, just a normal bedroom with light green walls, darker green drapes and bedding, and rich dark wood furniture. Heather thought the color palette sort of gave the impression of mint chocolate chip ice cream--her favorite. "Alright Heather," the witch began, "I know I've already used you once--twice if you count what I did after as a separate thing--but I can tell this is gonna be... Bad. I don't know what's gonna happen, but... Are you ready for me to fill you up nice and full?" she asked, patting the back of the diaper to indicate where she'd be *filling* it from. An act that would have made Heather throw up at the thought of mere hours ago now filled the former-girl with an excitement she could no longer contain, "Please use me, Skye! I'm done pretending I don't want this! I want to be full! I want to be your dirty diaper!" the words left her mind without an ounce of shame. Heather was desperate to feel this--to experience this humiliating act. It felt like her ultimate destiny was approaching, and maybe it was? She WAS a diaper, after all. This is what diapers were made for--to be peed AND pooped in. Skye smiled, bending over the bed and bracing herself for what she was about to do. "Then I'll be happy to make your dreams come true." The witch said, before she began to push. The first thing that Heather felt was a loud, rumbling fart from Skye's ass. It tickled the diaper in a strange way, not unlike Skye's touches earlier had. Then she felt it--the first log pushed its way out of the witch and into her waiting diaper. Heather let out a mental gasp at the sudden mass entering into her, stretching her plastic with its weight. Then more of it came, and more and more, each log piling up and mushing against the previous one. As it did, Heather's feeble psyche was assaulted with erotic pleasure the likes of which she had never felt before. Everywhere the poop touched lit up the diaper's senses like an acid that burned with pleasure instead of pain. The weight of the mess stretching her out further and further could only be compared to getting fucked good and hard in her human body, but even that was a pitiful comparison to *this* pleasure. She felt full. She felt dizzy. Nothing could have prepared Heather for this. And just when Heather thought it couldn't possibly get any better, Skye reached back and pressed a hand against her messy backside, mushing the poop against her, "Wow, that is a BIG mess! Are you okay down there?" All Heather could do was moan in Skye's mind. Okay? She was WAY better than okay!!! To suggest that the diaper might not be okay with this felt practically blasphemous in Heather's mind! Skye let out a sultry, lusty chuckle, "If you liked that, you're gonna LOVE what comes next." and with that, the witch swiveled on her feet and plopped her squishy butt down on the bed. If Heather were capable of crying out, she would have probably shattered the windows the sheer volume of her elated scream. The sensation of all that poop suddenly being squished all at once under Skye's weight hit Heather with all the intensity of a speeding truck. "Mmmhhmmhmmm, you like that, diaper girl?" Skye purred down at her friend. "Oh god, yes Skye! Please don't stop! Keep squishing your poop all over me! I want to be filthy! Skye smiled, shifting her weight back and forth to smush the mess even more, "Mmmm, you feel so good, Heather." the witch said, digging her palm against the mucky padding between her legs, "Oohhohhh I used you SO much, and I'm still not even done. There's still one more mess I need to make in you, my stinky little friend." Heather was beyond comprehending what the witch meant by her words, "Yes! More mess! Please use me Skye! I can't get enough!!!" Skye reached under her pillow and pulled out an object that immediately drew all of Heather's focus: a vibrator wand. If a diaper could drool, she would have drowned them both at the sight. With how good the last cum had felt... When Heather was only wet and Skye was merely using her hand... Oh god. The witch pressed the wand against the filthy padding. Yes please! She turned it on. YES!!! Heather's mind exploded into colors she had never seen before. The vibrations felt strong enough to shatter bone, and yet Heather had no bones to break. The poop inside her jiggled and jostled much like when Skye had sat down, only this was like that happening twenty times per second. Heather may have been screaming in Skye's mind for all she knew. The diaper couldn't perceive anything beyond the world-shattering vibrations wracking her entire plastic, poop-covered body. Time may have sped up or slowed down or stopped all together, Heather had no way of telling. All memories of the past or concepts of the future were obliterated in the intensity of this present moment. And then, white-hot light burst in Heather's mind as the Witch's legs shook and shuttered, and Heather screamed in ecstasy along with Skye as the witch's cum came spurting out into the diaper, penetrating the girl's very soul like a bullet. Like multiple bullets. Back to back to back to back. Clearly Heather must've died and gone to heaven at some point during this whole ordeal, because nothing on earth could ever possibly feel this good. A soft, murmuring laugh registered on the edge of the diaper's awareness and she realized it was coming from Skye. "Mmmhhmmhmmm I love having you as my diaper..." she purred in satisfaction. Somehow, Heather's mind was still intact enough to formulate the words of a response. "And I love being your diaper, Skye!"

A quiet stillness fell over the kitchen as Skye leaned over the sink, breathing hard after her ordeal. Meanwhile, Heather still clung to her friend's waist, having been peed on and cummed in. And she couldn't be happier about that fact. What was it about this strange spell that seemed to electrify her body with pleasure after being subjected to such depraved acts? It didn't make any sense to the poor girl, but she was beyond caring. "Wow..." Skye breathed, "That escalated pretty quickly, huh?" The diaper did not answer right away. She was still swimming in her own pleasure, and her friend's bodily fluids. "Huh? Oh... Uh, yeah..." she finally mumbled through their psychic connection. The witch placed a hand on the swollen padding, not to elicit anything erotic, but simply as a gesture of comfort, "You don't have to pretend that you didn't enjoy that just as much as I did. Our minds are linked, remember?" Dammit. Heather didn't want to admit to it... But Skye was right; any attempt at deception would be futile. "That might have been the best thing I've ever felt..." the diaper finally admitted. Skye gently patted her friend, "I'm glad it was good for you too, Heather. Maybe now you can start to see how magic can be an amazing thing once you stop over-thinking everything." A part of Heather still wanted to object--to reject this entire bizarre experience and demand that she be changed back... But that voice, once prominently in the forefront of Heather's mind, had fallen by the wayside and been relegated to a mere whisper in her subconscious. "Okay, maybe magic is kinda cool..." Skye patpatpatted the front of her friend again, "Good diaper." Gosh, even such humiliating praise sent shivers down Heather's... Padding? Whatever the spine-equivalent would be for her now. It made her feel as though she were glowing on the inside. The witch abruptly turned on her heel and began walking towards the back door, each step causing the woman's thighs to rub against Heather--a pleasant sensation the diaper could hardly explain. "Where are we going?" she asked. "I think after all that excitement, a little fresh air and sunshine might do us some good." Heather was about to remind the witch that, as a diaper, she didn't need to breathe and as such fresh air would do her no good. But when Skye opened the door, the sight nearly took the diaper's nonexistent breathe away. A proverbial rainbow of color that assaulted Heather's senses was like that transition scene in the Wizard Of Oz where it goes from sepia-tone to full-color. How Heather was even able to perceive it without eyes was a question quickly forgotten. Flowers of all shapes and colors bloomed in neat rows throughout Skye's backyard. And in the center of it all, a cherry blossom tree grew tall and strong. It was the most beautiful garden Heather had ever seen. Why had Skye never shown it to her? The witch took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Welcome to my own little slice of Heaven on earth." "It's... Amazing!" the diaper exclaimed. "But, aren't you afraid of being seen out in the open wearing... Me?" Heather asked. The witch laughed, "If some peeping Tom wants to show up in MY back yard, he's welcome to stare in confusion at my padded ass... Before I turn him into a toad." "You... You can do that!?" The question felt silly as soon as she had said it. Of course she can. She had turned Heather into a diaper, hadn't she? The witch talked as she walked through the rows and rows of flowers, "Could I? Perhaps. But it's a lot harder and more-dangerous to attempt such a potent transformation on an unwilling individual. That's why I had to ask for your consent before casting my spell on you, remember?" Heather thought back to that moment and how she could never had predicted what she had been consenting to. "So you can only cast spells on people who give you permission first?" "Not at all," the witch explained, "It's just a lot harder and has a bigger chance of backfiring. In reality I would probably use my magic to temporarily subdue him before tying him up and calling the cops." "But wouldn't that also require consent or something?" Heather asked, genuinely curious about how magic worked now. "By trespassing in my domain, he would be automatically giving me permission to use appropriate force to protect myself. Although it's very likely that the protection spells I have placed over my property would take care of him before I even knew he was there." It seemed like every answer Skye gave only lead to more questions. How does a protection spell work? What does *appropriate force* mean? What did she mean by a spell backfiring? It was all a lot for Heather to take in. Perhaps too much. Perhaps that was enough questions for now. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Skye." the diaper admitted. Skye stopped next to the cherry tree, running her hand along the rough bar, "You had no way of knowing any better. Our society cut itself off from the wonders of magic long before either of us were born. I was lucky enough to stumble onto the hidden truths of the universe before you did. And the universe saw fit to grant me the greatest privilege of inviting you into the fold." The witch sat down on her squishy friend with her back to the tree. The sensation of Heather's soggy padding being compressed by the entirety of Skye's weight was indescribable. "I don't know what the extent of your senses are in this form, Heather, but I want you to take a moment to just... Feel. Feel the earth beneath you and the plants growing up from her soil. Feel the sky above you and the warmth of the sun as he caresses us with his light. THAT is magic." Heather did exactly as she was told. She tried focusing her awareness on everything around her. At first, the only thing she could focus on was her friend's ass pressing into her and the dizzying sensations that filled her with. But eventually, she started noticing other things. Maybe it was from the psychic connection between them, but the more Heather focused on Skye, the more her attention was drawn to other things that she definitely could not have sensed before. With every beat of Skye's heart, Heather saw--if you could call it seeing--a pulse of some sort of energy shoot through the ground and radiate outward. As it did, it lit up each blade of grass with a sort of blueish light. The light traveled up the tree they were sitting under, coursing through every crevice of its rough bar, traveling along the limbs, and finally cresting along the edges of each individual leaf. Then the wave receded back towards them, back through the ground, and returned to its source: Skye's heart. Or, aura? Soul? Heather didn't so much care for the proper term. Then with the next heartbeat the process repeated itself. Again and again and again, and maybe it was Heather's imagination, but each time the pulse went out, it seemed to travel maybe just a little bit further? Touching grass and leaves and rocks and bugs that had previously not been felt by her light. Heather was completely enraptured by all of this. For the first time in perhaps her entire life, she felt connected with something deeper and more-profound than her mortal mind could possibly comprehend. This... Was magic. Heather had lost all concept of how long this went on for, but eventually the pulses ceased to go out and Skye stood up from her place on the ground. "Hopefully that didn't bore you too bad. Not everyone can sit for an hour of meditative silence." That was an hour!? Heather's mind boggles at the idea that they'd been sitting there for so long. "N-no! Not at all! It was actually really nice." the diaper said. Skye smiled down at her friend, "Really? Maybe we'll have to do some more meditation together once you're back to being human again. Would you like that?" Back to being human... Why did that make Heather feel sad all of the sudden? She wanted to be human again, right? Of course she did! Sure, this whole... Experience... Wasn't so bad. B-but she wanted to be a person again! She couldn't spend the rest of her life as Skye's soggy diaper! "Maybe..." she finally answered. "Where are we going now?" "Back inside." Skye answered as a rumble suddenly emanated from her tummy, "I think I'm gonna have to use you again... A lot."

"H-hold on a second- look, you've shown me how magic works, and I believe in it- s-so- could you just.. change me back-" Her thoughts were slightly fuzzy, mainly because she was literally being worn by Skye, and as such couldn't have been closer to her crotch. Skye reached the sink in her kitchen before responding, "Hmm... No, I don't think so. When you wield magic like mine, you get a sort of *feeling* about what you should do with it sometimes. And I'm definitely feeling that I should *not* change you back yet. Which means the universe isn't quite done with this spell yet, and we don't want to make the universe angry, now do we?" she said as she turned the faucet on. "I mean, I guess not..." the diaper conceded. She certainly didn't want to make the universe upset, whatever that was supposed to mean. "But how am I supposed to figure out what I'm supposed to learn before the universe lets me be human again?" Skye shot a sympathetic mental image at her friend, "If I could simply tell you, I would. For now all I can offer you is this: Be patient. Be humble. And be open to learning whatever lesson the universe is putting before you. Do that, and I'm certain that this will all turn out well for you in the end." She reached down and patted the diaper reassuringly. "A-ah! Hey!" Heather whined. "That tickles, Skye..." The witch let out a mischievous giggle, "Oh does it now? Then what would happen if I do... This?" she said poking various parts of the diaper, "or this? Or this? Or this!" "Heheheeeey! S-S-stop that, S-S-Skyeeeee!" the diaper shrieked with laughter at her friend's onslaught, powerless to fight back against her ticklish touches. By now Skye had devolved into a fit of giggles, "Hehehe! I'm sorry, you're just so soft and so fun to tease!" she said, returning to her task that she hadn't made much progress on. Heather tried to catch her breath--a task that was surprisingly simple given that she didn't actually need to breathe. "If I wasn't a diaper I'd slap you right now." Skye snickered, "Well fortunately for me, you ARE a diaper. So if you don't want me to cast a silence spell on you, can I please wash these dishes in peace for 5 minutes? Perhaps if you took the time for some quiet contemplation, you'd end up that much closer to learning whatever it is the universe is trying to teach you?" "You... You wouldn't really cast a silence spell on me, would you?" The witch waggled her fingers in front of her, "Do you really want to find out?" being turned into an inanimate object was bad enough, but the idea of being unable to communicate with Skye or anyone else somehow terrified her even more. "No..." Heather said sulkily. "Good choice." Skye said, turning on the faucet. The minutes of silence stretched, giving Heather some time to contemplate her current predicament. She was a diaper. A. Diaper. How? That wasn't possible! And yet, here she was, taped to her friend's waist. And that was a fact that... Certainly wasn't lost on Heather. She felt her friend's every curve and crevice as her plastic body conformed to Skye's shape. If Heather had a pulse, it would be quickening right now as she thought about it. Truthfully, this wasn't an entirely unpleasant situation to be in... Yet. Heather felt Skye's thighs squeeze together--an honestly quite comforting feeling for the girl-become-diaper. "Umm, Heather? You're probably not gonna be happy with me in a minute..." What? Why wouldn't she... Oh. Oh no. No no no no no no! "You're not about to- d-don't you dare!!" She shrieked, knowing what Skye was about to do. "Between the glass of iced tea I had before you came here, and the running water from the sink, I don't think there's any stopping it now!" Skye said, bracing herself on the counter and, despite her friend's vigorous protests, began to pee in the diaper. "Wait! Please! You don't have to-" Heather began to feel warm. Well, of course she did, given that she was currently being peed in (peed on?). But once the initial panic subsided, Heather felt... Not bad, actually. Despite how her rational mind tried to scream at her that what was going on was totally disgusting... It felt kind of good. Like when you don't realize you're thirsty until you take a sip of water, then suddenly you feel so parched that you down the whole glass. Heather didn't realize how... Dry? She had felt, until her friend began to wet her. Thankfully she couldn't taste or smell anything, which was a big relief to the helpless diaper. Skye slumped against the sink and let out a contented sigh, "Phew! I'm not sure if I've ever had to pee so much in my life! It felt like it would never end!" Heather didn't respond. She was still too caught up in the strange feelings coursing through her... Body? If one could call her current form a body? This was all so confusing... "Umm... You okay down there, girl? I didn't drown you or something, did I?" Skye asked with genuine concern over her friend's silence. "I uhhh... Yeah... I'm okay..." was all Heather could manage. "Well that's good. I wasn't quite sure what would happen when I used you." the witch said before reaching a hand down and gently pressing her fingers against her now-soggy friend. Heather gasped at her friend's sudden contact. Before the diaper had become wet, being touched lead to a sort of tickly sensation. Now? It was a completely different feeling the coursed up and down her sodden padding as the witch traced her fingers over the surface. A stronger, more-intense feeling than before--pleasure. "Oh now that IS interesting!" the witch exclaimed. "W-what is?" the diaper asked tentatively. Skye grinned down at her friend like the Cheshire Cat, "It seems that by turning you into an object of pleasure, being used for your intended purpose causes *you* to feel pleasure as well." she said, stroking the front of the diaper more-intently. Heather couldn't be bothered to respond, or deny the feelings now taking over her mind. Her awareness was fixed squarely on her friend's fingers pressing against the soggy padding, rubbing it against the witch's womanhood. And it was driving Heather crazy. She hoped it would never stop. "Mmmm, you feel so good, Heather..." the witch moaned, picking up her pace, rubbing her soggy friend against her clit. Heather may have been full of pee, but she was swimming in pleasure. She was hyper aware of every single touch--every shape and texture pressing against her inside and out. The padding squished back and forth, conforming to the shape of Skye's fingers and... Other parts of her body. Faster, harder, higher, lower, now rubbing in circles, now... Yes. Yes! YES! Heather wasn't sure if the exclamation had come from her or from Skye. But one thing was for sure--something definitely did come *out* of Skye and spurt all over her friend. If Heather could have screamed in ecstasy, she would have. Maybe she did? All that Heather knew was that it felt as though *she* had just cum--a LOT--rather than being cummed-on.

After a moment's stillness, Heather then felt herself being lifted into the air until she came face to face with her friend, who seemed to be at least twenty feet tall! But wait, Skye wasn't the only thing that was bigger, the whole room had grown! But that was impossible, Heather thought. None of this was possible! And yet, she couldn't move her body, she couldn't speak, and all of her senses felt... Weird. "By the gods, it worked!" Skye said in amazement. "I mean, I know my magic works, but I'd never tried a spell of this potency before!" "What the fuck did you do to me?" She found herself thinking angrily. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!" "And YOU should not have doubted the reality of my magic!" Skye shot back, "As for what I have done to you, you are in for quite the surprise." she pulled the sheet off of the mirror and unveiled Heather's new form: a thick, fluffy, pink diaper. Heather was first struck by the fact that Skye had replied, which meant she could hear her thoughts. Huh. The next thing to cross her mind was her new form as the sheet fell away. She was.. what? What was she!? It took her an extra moment to reply. "You- you turned me into.. a fucking diaper!? What's wrong with you?" "First of all, I would choose your words a lot more-carefully if I were you. Your fate is, quite literally, in my hands." Skye said, squeezing her friend gently, eliciting a crinkly sound. "Agh- hey!" Heather squealed. The feeling didn't hurt, it was more of a tickling sensation. "In truth, I had no concrete idea of what you would turn into. The spell transforms the subject into 'An object of use, or an object of desire'. I'm also quite surprised you turned pink. Evidently your strong, feminine aura affected the spell." Sky turned the diaper over, folding it and unfolding it, bending it back and forth, gauging her friend's reaction. Heather felt her body bend, fold, and twist in ways that should have normally snapped her bones like twigs. But it didn't hurt. In fact, it almost felt like a kind of massage. "If it's an object of desire then you have some pretty fucking strange desires-" Heather grumbled. She wasn't usually one to use such foul language, but given the situation and her surprise, it was somewhat warranted. A slight blush tinged Skye's cheeks, "I admit, this was not how I intended for you to find out my kinks. But, when life gives you lemons..." she let the idiom go unfinished as she placed the unfolded diaper on the yoga mat, and began removing her skirt. "You mean you intended me to find out in anoth- wait, wait what are you-!" Her thoughts were cut off as Skye lowered her ass onto the diaper that was now Heather. It was strange, given that she wasn't technically speaking, but magic itself was a strange thing. Skye pulled the front of the diaper that was once her friend up over her lady bits, holding her hand against the outside for a moment, "Mmmm, you are very soft, Heather. And still slightly warm, as though you retained your body heat, even while transformed. It's... Quite pleasing." she said, bringing the tapes into place, securing the diaper to her waist. Heather was momentarily rendered speechless by the sudden proximity to her friend's nethers. She had wanted to get this close to Skye for quite some time. And now she was VERY close indeed! The weight of her friend's body pressing down on her should have felt crushing given their size difference. But again, there was no pain. The pressure felt more like a hug than anything. Even so, a part of Heather's panicked mind resisted these feelings. "S-stop that!" She shrieked, attempting to get away. Of course, since she was now a diaper, she could do nothing to stop Skye from wearing her. "I couldn't stop now if I wanted to," Skye said, "If I reject this gift that the universe has given me, the gods might take offense at my transgressions. And besides," she added, securing the last tape and running her hand over the smooth plastic shell of the diaper, "This is all quite thrilling for me!" Thrilling. Heather was thrilling her crush. A part of her deep down wanted to enjoy the excitement that she should have felt, despite the circumstances. And yet... This was all still so overwhelming for her and fear and insecurity crept it's way to the forefront of her mind. "So you just invited me over to use me for your own pleasure?" "No, I invited you over here to prove to you that magic is real." Skye said, standing up and admiring her diapered butt in the mirror. "This is just a bonus." Heather had to admit, seeing the look on Skye's face in the mirror... Did things to her. And her friend was still sexy as hell even while wearing something as ridiculous as a pink diaper. "Couldn't you have cast some other spell that didn't turn me into a... A diaper?" "Could I have? Perhaps. But the ways of magic are as mysterious as the depths of the sea. This was evidently how the universe decided to reveal itself to you. I am merely the vessel of that revelation." Skye said as she began to walk around the room a bit, "Are you in any pain right now? Be honest, as it is very important for me to know that your distress is merely due to the strangeness of your altered state." The genuine concern in Skye's voice forced Heather to stop and try to determine how she *really* felt. "I... Don't think I'm in any pain. I guess it kind of... Tickles a little bit when you move me or touch me? This is all just so weird! I don't understand what any of your weirdo magical mumbo jumbo is supposed to mean!" Skye reached down and patted the front of the diaper reassuringly, "I know this is all very confusing. It will take time for you to adjust." Skye walked over to the door, opened it, and stepped through, "And while you contemplate this new reality, I'm going to wash some dishes."

Hey all! I'm back with a brand new story! This one comes to us in part thanks to the help of @princessdiapergirl who helped me bring this kinky tale to life. Enjoy! /////////////////////////// Heather walked up the neat garden path, leading to her friend's house. It was surprisingly well kept, with pots of flowers of all different kinds flourishing in the sun. Why was she here? Well, to prove that her friend was wrong and that there's no such thing as magic or witches! Honestly, it was just silly that a grown woman should go around declaring herself to be a witch! But Skye just kept on insisting that she could prove it. Heather thought it to be a stupid piece of make-believe, but only mildly entertained it, or brushed it off, because apart from that, Skye was a nice woman, and a good friend--perhaps someday more than just a good friend... But she couldn't let herself entertain such ideas. Heather didn't want to risk ruining her friendship over feelings that might not be reciprocated. The door opened to reveal a tall, blonde woman who looked exactly like you'd expect a witch to dress. A silky black blouse fell to a flowing skirt to match. Silver earrings in the shapes of spiders dangled on either side of her head, and her wrists were both adorned with a variety of beads and charms. "Heather! Come in, come in!" Heather's own aesthetic was altogether the opposite of Skye's. There was lots of pink, mostly everything she wore was some shade of it. Right now, she wore a pink crop top, somewhat gaudily emblazoned with a designer logo across the front, accompanied by a similarly pink skirt, though one far shorter than Skye's. An unfortunate gust of wind would certainly be the last thing she wanted, given its length. She smiled, entering Skye's home and almost tripping over a potted plant along the way on account of her high heels, which she wore despite her inability to walk in them very well. "So," Skye began, leading Heather through her home, "Are you ready to be freed from your skepticism today? I've got quite the *enchanting* day planned for us." "I'll believe it when I see it." She snorted, her haughty nature shining through for a moment. "What sorts of things are you gonna do then? Take a rabbit out of a hat or something?" Skye chuckled warmly, "Nothing so mundane. When I'm done with you today, you will never doubt the existence of magic again. If I fail, I promise you'll never hear another witchy word from me about the supernatural. Deal?" "Deal." She smirked, extending her hand to shake. Each finger was tipped with a ghastly-looking pink nail, far too long to be practical. Just her strange aesthetics. Skye led Heather into a bedroom that had been converted into... Something else. The center of the dimly-lit room was an open space with only a yoga mat covering the hard wood floor. The few pieces of furniture in the room--a bookshelf, a small table, and a mirror that was covered up by a sheet--were against opposite walls. The table was also covered in candles, jars, and just a lot of weird nonsense that Heather didn't understand. "Here we are!" Skye said, "This is, quite literally, where the magic happens." "The magic of your hippy yoga?" She smirked, gazing around the room. "Yoga can be a powerful tool for unlocking the potential of both the body and mind... But no." Skye responded, "The first thing we need to do is open your spirit to the magical forces of the universe." Heather raised an eyebrow "Right, and how do we do such a thing?" "It's quite simple, actually." Skye said before reaching out and taking both of Heather's hands in hers. Heather despised how her face heated up just a little at the contact. "R-right-.." She tried to sound skeptical, but also hated how her voice wavered slightly. Skye looked deep into Heather's eyes, "I am asking you, Heather, to open your spirit to my magic. Will you invite me in? A simple 'yes' is all that I need." Heather wanted to look away, but at the same time she didn't--she wanted to be drawn even deeper into those perfect, green eyes. "... Fine. U-uh- I mean.. yes." The supposed witch released Heather's hand, a wide smile beaming across her face, "Perfect! Now lay down on the yoga mat." she said, turning to her table and fiddling with the various implements there. She huffed, walking to the mat in the middle of the room. "You sure you're not tricking me?" "No trickery whatsoever." Skye said, not turning from her business at the table, "I'm going to cast a spell on you that will forever change your perspective." Skye turned and came over to her friend on the floor with a stick of some kind in one hand and a jar in the other. "Now this might tickle a little. I need to draw my magical sigils on your feet, hands, and forehead." "There- there's no way I'd let you do that!" She squeaked, giving Skye her signature glare. "Relax, I'm not using a permanent marker or anything. It's just a powder mixture. Well, to *you* it's just powder. To me these are powerful magical reagents. But you don't *believe* in magic, right?" Skye taunted with a wink. "As long as it doesn't leave a mark.." She grumbled, conceding and allowing Skye to use the powder. "I promise it will not." Skye said, dabbing the stick into the jar of powder before rubbing it on the tops of Heather's feet in nigh-imperceptible patterns. The witch's friend writhed a little, trying not to move too much. Skye moved on to Heather's hands, which were not nearly as ticklish as the feet. When it came time for Heather's forehead to receive the same treatment, she was able to get a whiff of whatever concoction Skye was putting on her body. It didn't smell bad, in fact it smelled kinda sweet. Kinda like... Baby powder? Heather wasn't exactly sure, as she hadn't smelt that since she was a baby, for obvious reasons. She couldn't help but think that was what it was, but then again what did she know about magic? "And there we... Go!" Skye said, abruptly standing up. "By silver moon and golden sun, let now my will on earth be done!" At first, Heather felt nothing. "See, I told you it didn't-" But before she could finish, she felt a sort of tingle in her limbs, spreading throughout her body. She felt like she was shrinking? What? Looking down, she saw just that, her body shrinking and almost seeming to close in on itself. It felt ticklish more than anything, but upon trying to laugh she found she couldn't, in fact she couldn't speak at all. With a poof of what surely must've been baby powder, she fell to the floor. ..it didn't hurt as she'd though it would, though. In fact, something seemed to cushion her fall. The way she fell to the ground left her lying face down, and since she couldn't seem to move at all, that meant she was incapable of seeing whatever it was. /////////////////////////// Did you know that I'm available for Story Commissions? If you'd like to see your story idea brought to life, you can find my Commission details here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sKl8NUcpBs609wHqywGSDg-kJRxo219SKblZA5r1GEk/edit?usp=drivesdk

That was a very fun read. 😳🤭😅

I mean, the baby powder will certainly smell better than her previous predicament. 🤭