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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. 🤭

I have ALWAYS found comments to be encouraging. 🥰 In fact, I find it quite discouraging when my stories don't get any comments. 😅 One time I was on a writing slump that stretched out... A couple months I think? I was writing my first story, Angel Hunter, and kinda hit a wall. All it took was one person saying "This is great, can't wait to see more!" and it completely jumpstarted my motivation. 😄

Well, at least she's out of that messy pull up. Which begs the question: how can we get more humiliating than that? 🤭

Bananas are okay, although I've found Oatmeal to be the superior mess substitute. 🤭

Well this took a LOT longer than anticipated. 😅 Sorry for the delay, the second half of last year was a bit crazy for me. Reminder: All characters depicted here are 18+. Any appearances to the contrary is due to dream logic. Enjoy! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Clouds faded and gave way to stars. No, wait, not stars. Or at least not *real* stars, but rather those glow-in-the-dark plastic stars you put on the ceiling of a child's bedroom. That seemed to be where I was, as instead of being met with a twinkling, dark sky, what I saw above me instead was a garish sort of pink, rather bright and overwhelming to my sleepy eyes. Blinking several times, my vision cleared up a bit, but what I saw wasn't making much more sense. To my immediate left and right were bars. Pink bars. Rising up impossibly high towards a ceiling that felt like it must've been miles away. I sat up and swiveled my head around, confirming that I was indeed inside of a giant crib. And beyond the bars, what I saw only managed to further increase my confusion. The room was a similar shade of pink, with various toys of similar colors, causing my face to flush ever so slightly at the babyish sight. This place was decidedly strange, though that wasn't all. I looked down at myself and found I was wearing exactly two things: a pink shirt with a unicorn on it, and a purple pull-up. I knew it was a pull-up somehow, rather than a tape-on baby diaper. But it still felt quite bulky and thick between my legs. The blush on my face only worsened once I noticed the pull-up, and how it felt between my legs. The unicorn shirt and my general surroundings didn't help either, as cute as they were. My flustered and embarrassed thoughts were interrupted by a harsh knock on the door. In walked a giant. Or, maybe she was normal-sized and I was now tiny? I was still too frazzled to think that clearly. What was important was that I knew this person: my sister. Wait, I have a sister? I mean, of course I must have one. She's right here! But then, why can't I remember... Anything about her? I know that she's my sister, but... That's it. I can't even recall her name. She had to be my sister though, why else would she be in my room... This was my room, right? It must've been... "Good morning, baby sis!" she said cheerily. A bit *too* cheerily if I'm being honest. For some reason, it kinda set me on-edge. "Mommy had to go run some boring grown-up errands, so she's put me in charge of you until she gets back! Won't that be fun?" I speak, though through my tiredness, and what I could only assume to be a pacifier in my mouth given the rubbery feeling and how I was subconsciously suckling upon it, all that came out was a sleepy whine. "Dawww, so cute with your widdle paci!" she coos down at me, booping the shield of my pacifier and making me feel even smaller. "Now then, let's check your pull-ups to see if you had any accidents in the night." she said, and before I could do much more than blush, she reached down and felt the front of my padded underwear. I yelped and squirmed, attempting to protest but only whining and huffing more. "Hmm. All dry it seems." She said, not with the cheeriness she had first greeted me with, but with a touch of... Disappointment? "I'll bet that means you REALLY gotta go potty though, doesn't it?" she said, a disconcerting grin making its way onto her face. Now that she mentioned it, I did have a slight feeling that I might need to relieve myself. Not really knowing what else to do, I nodded, hoping she'd at least let me out of the crib, as there was no chance of me making it over the large bars. "In that case," her grin widened "it would be a shame if you had a sudden visit from... The Tickle Monster!" her fingers suddenly lunged at my ribs and my tummy, tickling me relentlessly. Frenzied whines and yelps, interrupted by laughs, came from my mouth as I tried to push her away from me. It seemed like I was having barely any effect on her, though. She just continued to tickle me as I squirmed and squealed. My bladder, overtaxed by the tickling assault, couldn't take it anymore and released all of its contents into my pull-up. I felt the warmth spread throughout the infantile padding, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop the flow. "Awww, looks like somebody had an accident after all." My sister cooed above me. I grumbled and blushed as I felt the warmth upon my crotch. I stared up at my sister with an angry pout. My sister tisked down at me "Let's go get you cleaned up, baby sis." before lifting me under my arms and up into the air, giving me a momentary sense of vertigo, before pivoting on her heals and carrying me across the room. It felt strange, being seemingly so high up. I must've still been dreaming, though I didn't yet know why everything seemed so big, or, indeed, why I was so small. I clung to my sister as if my life depended upon it, certainly not enjoying the feeling of being carried anywhere. Soon enough I was being pried from her body and laid down on a padded surface. The presence of a suitcase-sized container of baby wipes and a massive bottle of talcum powder informed me of the obvious conclusion: this was a changing table. Which meant my sister was about to... My hands reacted instinctively, one flying down to my crotch in some vain attempt to protect it, and the other reaching out towards her, trying to stop her as she reached down. "What's the matter, squirt? If I didn't know any better I'd think you DON'T want me to change that soggy pull-up?" I quickly shook my head, realizing I'd rather go through a change than just sit in the soggy thing all day. My sister smirked down at me, making me somehow feel even tinier. "That's what I thought." she said before sliding my pee-filled pull-up down off my legs, and the cool air hitting my skin down there made me involuntarily shiver. As if the cold air wasn't bad enough, the baby wipes she started using to clean me up were a lot colder, on top of being so much-more invasive. "C-cold!" I lisped around the pacifier, which came out more like "Cowd!" "Well maybe if you hadn't peed in your pull-up, you wouldn't need to be changed like a baby?" she taunted, as if she hadn't been the one who caused my accident in the first place! "Hmph.." I pouted again, glaring at her. She was so annoying... My sister rummaged through the drawer of the changing table and brought out a different object in each hand. In her right hand was another purple pull-up, just like the one I woke up in. But in the other was a white baby diaper with some sort of cartoon characters on it. "Hmm, do we wanna put you in a pull-up and risk having another accident, or should we go with a diaper so that we don't have to worry about the potty at all today?" she asked. I pointed at the pull-up, subconsciously knowing that it's what I should be wearing. I wasn't a baby! I shouldn't be in diapers! My sister squinted her eyes at me, carefully considering my choice. "Well okay, we can try pull-ups again. But if you have another accident, Mommy's gonna be real disappointed in you when she gets home." she said, sliding the slightly-less babyish garment up onto my hips. I whimpered a little, knowing her statement to be true. This babyish mindset was taking me over... Her giant hand loomed over to my mouth and pulled the pacifier I had been sucking on out, immediately causing a flash of frustration and irritation to wash over me. "Now what do we say when someone changes our squishy, yucky pull-ups?" she asked. "Mmhh.. thank you.." I murmured, reaching out for the pacifier. "You're welcome, sis!" she said cheerily before pushing the pacifier back between my lips. I looked at her, still annoyed, though grateful that she'd changed me. I turned my head to look down, but seeing how far I was from the floor seemed to scare me. I turned back to my sister and whined, instinctually putting my arms out to ask her to pick me up. It was strange that I knew exactly what to do to signal her.. in fact, this entire situation was rather odd. My sister immediately scooped me up before gently depositing me onto my feet on the carpeted floor. Physically, I felt okay, other than the added bulk of the pull-up feeling strange between my legs. But everything else in the house being so huge compared to my size was indescribably bizarre. "Now then, how about some breakfast, squirt?" my sister asked above me. So that's what time it was.. before now I had no clue, not that there was a clock in my room anyway. I nodded, looking up at her. She sure was large... She gestured for me to lead the way. I was a bit hesitant at first, since I had no idea where I was... No, that's not right. This is my home. I've lived here all my life... Right? Definitely. I think. Anyway, my legs seemed to know the way and I began quickly toddling down the hall, the added bulk of the pull-up hampering my mobility just a bit. I made my way to the couch, seeming to know exactly where to go. The couch seemed too big to get up by myself, so I pointed at my sister, raising my arms again. "Go on, squirt, you can climb that couch. I've seen you do it a hundred times." she said before lightly swatting me on my padded butt. It didn't hurt, but it did make me squeal and quickly try to scrambled up onto the couch. Despite barely being able to get ahold of the edge of the cushions, I was somehow able to pull myself up with relative ease, even if I did tumble onto the cushion with little grace. I sank into a cushion, breathing heavily and leaning comfortably against it, resting from the effort of climbing the couch. The cushion seemed familiar, as if it was mine.. well, of course it was. Why was I suddenly questioning everything? My sister brought a large tray over--practically the size of a dinner table to me--and placed it over my lap. Then she placed a bowl of some sort of very colorful cereal as well as a sippy cup filled with what I assumed to be apple juice and placed them both on the tray. "bon appetite, squirt." she said. Why did she have to keep calling me squirt? I began to eat and drink eagerly, wasting no time. Sure, I had no clue where I was, and sure, I couldn't remember my sister's name, but I had priorities. And the food was so good! Logically I knew it was just a bowl of cereal, hardly a gourmet meal by any means. But it tasted so sweet! It was like eating candy for breakfast! And juice! Perfectly sweet and tart all at once! Once finished, I sighed, sitting back with a satisfied smile. My calm contentment didn't last long, however, as I once again felt my bladder filling up rapidly. Did all of that juice go through me already? How long has it been? It couldn't have been more than a minute, I think... Was it just a minute? A few minutes, maybe? My sense of time was all messed up. I tried to hide my need to pee, knowing my sister would just try to take advantage of me again. If I was going to go, it'd be on my own terms. I looked around urgently. My sister was nowhere to be seen. Should I try to make a break for the bathroom? I peered over the edge of the couch, and while the vertigo wasn't as bad as it was from the crib or changing table, it still felt higher than I would prefer. I climbed up here, I should be able to climb back down, right? Then again.. getting up seemed easy, just climb. Getting down.. well, I didn't know if I wanted to jump, or attempt to climb down the couch backwards. I sat, thinking it over for a moment. My bladder ached more and more by the second. If I didn't make a choice, it would soon be made for me and I would wet myself for the second time this morning. Only this time, I would only have myself to blame... Since I'd rather not wet myself, I decided to attempt climbing off of the couch. I got down on my belly and shuffled over to the edge, swinging my legs off the couch and dangling from my arms. With one more glance back down towards the floor, I let go. Sure enough, I dropped maybe a foot of two before my feet hit the carpet, unharmed. Although the impact certainly didn't do my bladder any favors. I felt like I was gonna burst! Now just to get to the bathroom.. where was it again? I had no real clue, and attempting to find it on my own seemed scary... But then I remembered my sister's threat about how disappointed in me Mom would be if I had another accident, and that spurred me forward. I ran out into the hall as fast as I could while still holding in my aching bladder. I opened one door. Closet. I opened another. Bedroom. Come on! Where was the... There! That's gotta be the one! I'm sure of it! I reached up on my tippy-toes and tried turning the handle. But why wouldn't it open?? No matter how hard I turned it, which seemed to have worked before, the door just wouldn't open. "Occupied! You're gonna have to wait, squirt." My sister's voice came from within. No no no! Why did she have to be in there right now!? "Heyyy-!!" I whined, banging my noticeably tiny fist against the door. Was it always that small? At least, it seemed small compared to the door anyway. "Hannah! Cut it out!" my sister's voice boomed angrily from beyond the door. I flinched, and the fear of my sister's yelling was the straw that broke the camel's back. It came slowly, I tried to stop it, but to no avail. A trickle turned into a stream, and that stream turned into a flood. I felt the pull-up warm and swell until it ballooned between my legs. A click followed by the turning of a doorknob signaled my sister finishing up in the bathroom. Not that it did me much good now. "Geez, you couldn't even hold it for ten seconds?" she chided, gazing down at me with her hands on her hips. Her timing was a little suspicious.. it was almost as if she'd purposefully locked herself inside just so I would wet myself. I glared at her, beginning to get increasingly annoyed. She'd caused me to wet myself twice now! I had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be the last... Her smile sent a chill down my spine, causing me to momentarily rethink my glare. But she just reached down and ruffled my hair. "Awww, I can't be mad at my baby sis for having a widdle accident, now can I?" I pouted and crossed my arms, turning my head to look away. I didn't want to give her any satisfaction. "Oh would you look at the time! Your show is about to start!" my sister declared cheerily. Before I could even begin to wonder what she meant, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me back down the hallway towards the living room. "Heyy!" I whined as she dragged me along to the couch. It was all I could do to keep up with her now that my pull-up was so wet and saggy. Once we reached the couch, I was unceremoniously hoisted into the air once again and plopped down in my sister's lap. I cringed at the squishy feeling of my pull-up against her lap. Attempting to wriggle into a comfortable position only served to squish it around further, causing me to whimper and whine, much to my sister's amusement. "Oh quit fidgeting and watch your show." she said, directing my attention to the television. What I saw was... Hard to comprehend. There were a lot of bright colors and weird shapes. The dialogue was garbled, yet I had the undeniable feeling that it made some sort of sense? I couldn't recall any characters' names, and yet I felt like I *knew* them personally. It was nonsensical, yet enthralling. I had almost forgotten about the soggy pull-up still clinging to me when I felt another strong twinge in my bladder. Again!? I thought I just peed?! How much could I possibly have in me? I wondered grumpily as I shifted and whined, looking at my sister, wanting her to let go of me so I could go pee. All I managed to get was a glance down at me and a smile before she turned back to the TV. She wasn't listening to me! Why wouldn't she just let me go!? As if to spite my struggle, I felt her arms tighten around me, and it felt like all of the pressure was focused on my bladder! I didn't have time to even think about holding it. Not with my sister effectively squeezing my bladder. I felt the warmth in my pull-up before I even realized I was peeing. I whined and squirmed as the warmth spread further, the garment sagging further from the added liquid. "Hannah!" My sister yelped, suddenly hoisting me into the air as she stood up from her seat. Before I could question what could have happened, I felt liquid trickling down my leg before splattering onto the carpet. Oh.. I looked down, not really believing what had happened. But.. I'd apparently leaked. In a rush of wind I was suddenly whisked away back down the hallway, back into my room, and unceremoniously plopped down on the changing table for the second time today. "Look what you did!" my sister fumed, drawing my attention to the patch of wetness on the front of her pants from where my pull-up had leaked. I felt embarrassed, sure.. but was it really my fault? She hadn't let me move, she'd purposefully locked the bathroom so I could go.. I'd never say it to her face, but she almost deserved it. Giant hands grabbed at the sides of my pull-up, tearing them completely and lifting the soiled garment off of me. Next came the sensation of cold wipes, not just on my privates, but my legs and feet as well. It didn't feel quite as shocking as it was the first time, and the thought that I was already getting used to being changed brought a fresh blush to my cheeks. "I suppose I can't be mad. Really I have no one to blame but myself." I looked up at my sister, surprised at her admission, before I say the diaper in her hand and I realized what she meant. "I should have trusted my gut and put you in a proper pamper this morning." At first I was a little smug at her admission of guilt, but that expression faded into pleading and worry as I saw her holding the diaper. "But don't you worry. We're not gonna make that mistake again, now are me?" she said, grabbing my ankles and lifting my butt with ease before sliding the diaper underneath me. I whined and squirmed, kicking and protesting, really doing anything for her to not put this diaper on me. "Hey!" she said as I kicked, stopping me cold. Then she held up both of the drenched pull-ups I had made. "You had your chance in pull-ups. Now quit squirming or you'll be in big trouble when mom gets home." The negative emotions that washed over me at the threat of getting in trouble with mom almost made me start bawling like a... Well, you know. I turned my head away, clamping my eyes shut and trying to maintain my composure. I felt a cold dusting of baby powder on my privates, my nose feeling with the sweet babyish scent, followed by the sensation of the diaper being pulled up over my front and taped snuggly onto my hips. Before I could protest further, my backside was all wrapped up in a crinkly, fluffy diaper. "There. That should prevent any more of your accidents from making a mess everywhere." My sister said triumphantly. "Now what do we say?" "Hmph... Thank you." I huffed, knowing it'd do me no good to be rude to my sister at this point. With a smile of satisfaction, my sister lifted me up again--an act that I was getting fairly used to at this point--and placed me on the ground again. "Now, why don't you go play with your toys while I-" she gestures to the wet spot on her own pants "-go change into some dry pants. Then I'll deal with the wet spot on the living room carpet." I sighed and waddled off to the corner of my room, where an assortment of toys laid. A trio of stuffed animals caught my eye: a fox, a cat, and an owl. They looked very cuddly and inviting. And before I got within three paces of them, I heard one of them speak. "Ha! I told ya she was gonna get demoted to diapers!" the fox teased. "She's WAY too much of a baby to handle potty training." I stared at the fox, not believing my ears. Did.. did it speak? Was it mocking me? "What's the matter, piddle pants?" the fox asked. "Cat got your tongue?" "I most certainly do not!" said the cat next to him. "Pay him no mind. He's just a big bully." I cautiously approached, still wondering what the hell was going on.. these plushies really were talking to me. Their mouths weren't moving, leading me to believe it was all in my head. "Oh you needn't worry." said the owl, chiming in. "This IS all in your head." "If this is all in her head, what does that make me!?" the fox said. "What you've always been: a nuisance." the cat answered. I looked towards my door to see if my sister could hear them, but she was already gone. It was me and these talking plushies, alone. So why not humour them? I sat down in front of them, cringing as I heard the crinkling of my diaper. "Tell me," the owl said "Do you remember how you came to be here? Why you find yourself trapped in a place so foreign, yet so very familiar?" I tilted my head, considering the question. "No.." I spoke slowly. "Whats there to remember? She was clearly born yesterday!" the fox said. "Now you stop that, Fox." said the cat. I glared at the fox. I was beginning to not like it very much. "Now Hannah, I know you've had a bit of a rough morning," the cat began "but maybe your sister has a point? Perhaps it's okay to be small and wear diapers and just be the baby for a little bit longer?" Something inside me did agree with that cat. Being a baby wasn't so bad, and I had this nagging feeling, tugging at the back of my mind, telling me that it was something I enjoyed. But then again.. I was a big girl! I'd been demoted from pull-ups to diapers, and that just wasn't right. As if on cue, I suddenly felt a strong pressure to go potty again. Only this time, I didn't just need to pee... Oh no. "Ha! Looks like the baby is about to fill her diapy!" "That's enough, Fox!" the cat said. "It's okay, Hannah. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just us here." "Besides, it was always inevitable." the owl chimed in. I glared at the three animals as I whined, unable to stop as I began to make a mess in my diaper, almost agonizingly slowly. Push after uncontrollable push I felt my diaper expand and sag more and more. Just when I thought it must be almost over, it kept on going and going. And then to add insult to injury, my bladder let loose as well, filling my diaper from both ends at once. By the time I was done, my diaper felt like it must weigh twenty pounds! It was the ultimate shame. Even if I felt less embarrassed with my sister being gone for the moment, I knew she'd be back eventually. "How do you feel, sweetie?" the cat asked. Thankfully, the fox stayed silent. I scowled at the cat. "Hmph.. icky.." I mumbled. "Awww, I'm sorry to hear that, Hannah." the cat said sympathetically. "Haha, baby made a stinky!" "Shut up, Fox! We're stuffed animals, none of us can even smell anything." "I don't need to be able to smell her to know that she stinks." I glared at the stupid animal again. I debated approaching it to teach it a lesson, but I doubt I could do any lasting damage. It also didn't feel right to try and do something to it, even if it was just a toy.. The other two seemed nice enough, though. The owl spoke once again "Your path is yours to decide. What would you like to do, Doctor?" "... What?" I questioned, thinking I hadn't heard it correctly. I then gasped, my hand flying up to my mouth as I heard my voice. It was different than my previous babyish speech. "What's wrong, Hannah?" the cat asked. The owl remained silent. "I.. I don't.." I didn't know what to say. What was going on? The speaking toys.. my voice.. m-my- ah.. my head began to hurt. The next thing I knew I felt a soft sensation caress my hand. I looked up and saw the cat--now standing at my side rather than over on its bench--holding my hand between its paws. "There there," the cat said comfortingly "It's going to be alright, sweetie." I was even more confused now.. if the cat had moved, that meant that it was actually alive, and the voices weren't a hallucination. Was.. was I still dreaming? The reality of the situation, or at least what I'd assumed to be reality, seemed so solid that I thought it was real. "Enjoy your lucidity while you can. It will not last." the owl said. "You are trapped in your dreams. Soon this one will end and a new one shall begin." "..you mean- there'll be more?" I asked, my voice fully adult and competent. "Most definitely." the owl answered. "You shall continue to dream until someone in your realm awakens you from your slumber." "When will that happen?" "How should I know? I'm just a stuffed animal." the owl said before flying away. It... Flew... Away. How? And to where? There weren't any open windows. But no matter how hard I looked around, the owl was nowhere to be seen. I looked to the two other animals for answers, but they seemed just as confused. "I wouldn't worry too much about him, dear." the cat said, referring to the missing owl. "I'm sure he'll be back when he deems it necessary. He seems very wise." I nodded, knowing I could at least trust the cat. Now having nothing to distract myself with, though, the feeling of my soaked, poopy diaper was again at the forefront of my mind. Just then, I felt something press against the back of my diaper, smushing the poopy mess all over my butt even more. Spinning around, I saw that the fox had gotten up, just as the cat had done, and decided to use its sudden autonomy to invade my personal space with its paw. And even though the face of the stuffie hadn't changed, I couldn't help but infer a malicious grin on his face. "Hey!!" I yelped, swatting the fox's plush paw away from my butt. I cringed at how the slick muck now spread around my behind. "Fox! That is very rude!" the cat fumed. "Whaaat? I'm just trying to help her get used to her return to poopy pampers." the fox said with a chuckle. I pouted, giving the fox a sharp glare. It was testing my patience... "Maybe you could go ask your sister for a diaper change?" said the cat. "I'll bet ten bucks the sister refuses." "Where would you get the money? You don't even have pockets." "You don't know what I got!" I thought about that for a moment, ignoring the fox's comment. On one hand, I'd really rather not have a poopy diaper, but asking my sister for a change so soon after she'd already changed me before would be the ultimate shame. How could I prove I was a big girl if I'd dumped in my diapers so quickly? I looked back at the two stuffed animals and found them both back on the bench where I'd found them, immobile and unspeaking. Well, I guess I can't expect them to make up my mind for me... I hoped that the mushy load of sagging poop weighing down my diaper would disappear along with the talking plushies, but no luck. That left me with a few options. I could toddle around in a heavy, stinking diaper and try to find other toys to talk to, or I could suck it up and go ask my sister for a change. Well.. would any others talk to me? It was strange enough that those 3 had suddenly come to life, so why should any others? Of course, this was a dream.. but maybe not. I decided to go and find my sister instead, I'd rather not stick around in this horrible diaper any longer. If I thought waddling around in the pull-up was bad, this was SO much worse. The diaper was so thick even when it was clean. And now that it was... Not... It felt like I was dragging a bowling ball behind me. A bowling ball that squished and squelched against me with every step... And the smell was inescapable... I wanted this experience over as quick as humanly possible, but that couldn't be achieved without finding my sister, and I had no idea where she could be. Then I remembered what she said about dealing with the wet spot on the carpet! I waddled towards the living room as fast as my dirty diaper would let me and, lo and behold, my sister was there, dabbing at the carpet with a paper towel. "Oh hey squirt." she said, straightening up to her full height, towering over me. Thankfully, she seemed to be done cleaning up my little accident. Well.. one of them, anyway. "Well? What's the matter, squirt?" she asked impatiently "I left you alone for two minutes!" "I.. I.. um.." I had no idea what to say to her. How could I tell her my toys had started talking, then I'd had the most earth-shattering shit of my life? One thing was for sure, I didn't need to say anything for her to notice my dangerously sagging diaper. "Wait a minute..." she said, eyeing me suspiciously. "Did you...?" without bothering to finish her question, she quickly leaned down over me and pulled the back of my diaper open. "You did! You pooped in your diaper!" I yelped as I felt the cool air of the house intrude upon my butt. It wasn't super cold, but after the uncomfortable warmth of my poop, it was a surprising feeling. When my sister stepped back, I looked up at her and saw that she was... Laughing? "Oh my god, I JUST put that diaper on you!" The shame was unbelievable. It really hadn't been that long since she'd changed me, and here I was with a stinky butt... My sister crouched down closer to my level, although she still towered over me. "Did you come all the way out here just to show your big sis what a good job you did filling your huggies?" she teased. Well, technically I had.. but it wasn't because I'd done a 'good job'. I huffed and turned away. Evidently, turning away had been a mistake, as it left my full diaper turned towards her. And just like the fox, she took it upon herself to poke the sagging load, causing me to cringe. "It's definitely a good thing I didn't put you in another pull-up," she said. "You would've made a ROYAL mess everywhere." I whined as she poked my bulging diaper, turning again to face her and sticking my tongue out. It wasn't much, but it felt pretty cool. My show of defiance didn't seem to faze her, however. "But luckily for your I DID put you in a diaper since you seem to enjoy going pee-pee AND poo-poo in them so much." Now that was embarrassing.. my face went red enough to show it. My sister giggled at my blush. "See? I knew from the start that you belonged in diapers. Isn't that right, squirt?" "No!" I protested. I was adamant that I absolutely didn't belong in diapers at all! "She speaks!" my sister exclaimed in faux-shock. "Well if you don't belong in diapers, care to explain the stinking load of poop you dropped in your diaper AS SOON as I put it on you, plus the two pull-ups you flooded?" She had me there.. she was so annoying! "Mm-hmm. That's what I thought." my sister declared, grinning triumphantly. "Besides, I think you look cute waddling around in those saggy pampers." I glared at her yet again, though with my absolutely destroyed diaper, I doubted I looked menacing at all. She bent down towards me, her menacing smile sending a chill down my spine. "And since you look so cute like that, I don't see a reason to change you yet, stinky girl." W-what? She couldn't just do that, right? She- she had to change me! My facial expression said it all, really. But the smirk on her face seemed to indicate that, yes, she could indeed do that. "You just need to learn to accept that this is how you're supposed to be. Babies don't care about the state of their diapers. They just wait until an adult decides to change them. And given that I'm the only adult here, I have decided not to change you." But I did care! It was icky, and gross, and I hated it! "Hey!!" I whined, grabbing at her shirt. I really needed a change- My sister looked down at me, not with annoyance thankfully, but just a sort of smug grin on her face. "Yes? What's the matter, squirt?" "Change!" I continued to grab at her shirt, trying to be a little annoying so she'd actually listen. "Weren't you listening? I told you no, squirt. I know you're just a baby, but you can remember longer than 5 seconds ago, can't you?" her absolutely evil grin made me fear that I really was gonna be stuck in this poopy diaper... I pouted... Not really sure if I could do anything else to be honest. I also glared at her as best I could, which at least made me feel better. She took a step back and got a thoughtful expression on her face. "Hmm. Then again, *maybe* I could reconsider changing you..." I looked at her pleadingly, in hopes of her changing me. It was all I could really do. My hopes dwindled a bit as that same malicious grin returned to my sister's face. "That is... If you can catch me!" she said, and then she darted to the left behind the couch. "Hey!" I yelped as she began to run. Upon trying to chase after her, it really did set in how heavy my diaper was. Did I really have to drag around this literal sack of shit to get a change? I toddled after her. Step after mushy, disgusting step, I chased her around the couch. I tried to catch her, I really did. But no matter how close I got, she always managed to be a good two steps ahead of me--two of steps, that is. Which was more like eight steps for me. At one point she started walking backwards just to taunt me! Ugh! I was so focused on chasing after her that I didn't notice a snag in the carpet, until it was too late, of course. I hit the floor. Not hard enough to hurt myself, but definitely enough to take the wind out of my sails, so to speak. I was breathing hard and my limbs were tired from all the running. My sister had turned around and came towards me, though not close enough for me to catch her, unfortunately. I wasn't sure if she was genuinely worried if I was alright, or if she'd only come back around to gloat and tease. But my question would not go unanswered for long. "Wow, maybe running is too much of a big-girl activity for a stinky diaper baby like you? I think crawling is a bit more your speed." she said with a laugh. I could only huff and whine pathetically in response. Thanks to the fall, the icky mess in my diaper had spread around, only making it worse. Hands grabbed me under my armpits and hoisted me into the air. Suddenly I was at eye level with my sister, and I dared not look down. She tilted her head back and forth, as if checking me over. "No boo boos that I can see. You're fine." she declared before setting me back down on my feet. I huffed. Even though she was within arm's reach, I was pretty sure it wouldn't count if I "caught" her now. Instead, I grabbed at her shirt, gripping as hard as I could. I was adamant to not let go until she agreed to change me. "Awwww," my sister cooed above me, "Is someone feeling all cuddly now?" she reached down and ruffled my hair, "Now see, this is why you belong in diapers--they bring out the cutest side of you!" I pouted and tugged at her shirt harder, trying to make it clear I did not want any cuddles. How could I be cuddly and clingy when I had such a horribly stinky diaper? Her huge hands once again lifted me up from under my armpits, up to dizzying heights. I briefly hoped that she was picking me up to carry my down to my room to change me out of this stinky diaper... But the wicked grin on her face didn't make me feel all that hopeful...Our elevation shifted as she sat down on the couch we'd been standing in front of, before, to my horror, plopping my squishy butt right down on her knee. "I think somebody could use a horsey ride," she said. Realizing immediately what that entailed, I attempted to escape, struggling within her grip. Annoyingly, she held firm.. damn her for being so strong- She jerked her knee upward, propelling me into the air, probably only an inch or two, but it felt like a lot more. Time seemed to slow to a crawl for an agonizing moment... Before I came crashing back down onto her leg with a sickening squish. I gasped at the shock of just how disgusting it felt, but that was only just the beginning. Immediately she bounced me up again. Immediately I squished back down into my horrible poopy diaper. Bounce, squish, bounce, squish, bounce, squish. Over and over again she bounced me, all while holding me steady so that I didn't fall to either side. I whined and squirmed, still trying to escape, but no luck. The force of her bouncing and her hold on me rendered me entirely unable to escape. I don't know how long it went on, but eventually, mercifully, the nightmarish horsey ride stopped. While I was still registering that I was no longer being forcibly bounced in my own poop, she lifted me up, turning me to the side a bit in what I would quickly come to find was some sort of inspection. "No leaks, no blowouts!" she declared, "Now see? I told you that diaper was good to last a bit longer. You're fine." Before I could protest further, she set me back down on my feet. But unfortunately, due to the vigorous and horrible jostling that was her involuntary horsey ride, my legs were too shaky to support my weight and I lost my balance, falling backwards and landing one final, disgusting time onto my mushy messy diapered bottom. That was finally enough. The day had been far, far too much for me. So what was a baby to do but cry? That's exactly what I did. Tears poured down my cheeks as I let out pathetic wail. I threw myself down and pounded the carpet with my fists and feet. It's not fair! Why won't my sister just change me! I don't wanna be stuck in a poopy diaper! I want a clean one! Why was she being so mean to me? It's not fair! Not fair! NOT FAIR!!! This went on for a while.. it felt nice to get my emotions out for once. When I was done, all I could do was breathe heavily, and lie on the floor in a pathetic fashion. All my energy was gone, so I just laid there. Maybe she'd finally take pity on me.. My sister stood up from her seat and stepped around me. I didn't look up at her--I was both too tired and too worried that her reaction might not be what I had hoped. "My! That was quite the temper tantrum!" she said. "I can't wait to tell mom all about it when she gets home." Just then a sound came from down the hall--the sound of keys jiggling in a lock followed by a door opening. "Speak of the angel, sounds like she's here!" She didn't even have the decency to take pity on me! At least mom would, hopefully- My mother came around the corner. "Hey girls, I'm home." Her eyes flicked between me and my sister. "Why is Hannah wearing a diaper? And-" her nose wrinkled a bit "-why does she stink?" "Oh boy, have I got a story for you, mom!" my sister declared enthusiastically. "Mnhh.." I tried to say something, but all that came out was a pathetic whine. "First of all, when I went to get her up this morning, I checked her pull-up and was absolutely soaked! Still warm too! So she apparently must've just used it before I came in. Didn't even try to call for me to let her out!" My mother looked down at me, a suspicious eyebrow raised, "Is that true Hannah? Did you go potty in your pull-ups this morning?" she asked with that sort of parental town that made me feel like I was already in trouble. I didn't want to admit it, but it was true. There's no way I could've lied my way out of it, so instead I just nodded shamefully. "And that was just the beginning," my sister continued to my dismay, "I asked her if she wanted another pull-up or a diaper and she *insisted* on a pull-up, so I changed her into a fresh one. Not one hour later we were watching TV together and, without any kind of warning, she just lets loose and floods her pull-up again! Only this time she leaked ON MY LAP!" My guts twisted even further when my mom looked down at me, disappointment writ clearly on her face, "Hannah, you know better than that." I was just a baby, how was I supposed to control myself! Besides.. it wasn't entirely my fault. I just stared blankly at the floor. What was I supposed to do? It was all true, even if my sister was leaving out some details.. She continued her account of the day "So of course I put her in a diaper after that to avoid any more messes. That was FIVE MINUTES AGO and look what she did in it! I figure she must be doing it in purpose at this point, so I said I'm not gonna change her yet. She then throws a MASSIVE tantrum about it, and that's about when you walked in." My mother crossed her arms, looking down at me. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" I didn't really have much to say as all my sister was saying was true. I just looked up at my mother in shame, tears still stinging my eyes. She hadn't even offered to help me up, I was still on the floor.. My mother shook her head with that sort of pity smile adults tend to give children. "What am I going to do with you?" "I wouldn't be too hard on her," My sister said. Wait, she was defending me now? "I think she's just not quite ready for potty training yet." So she was defending me but also saying I shouldn't be potty trained? ..mom told me I was ready before... Right? But now I don't think she'll be so sure after what my sister said. "You might be right, sweetie," my mom said. "But before we give up on potty training Hannah, you should probably know that my boss called me today and asked if I could switch to morning shift for the foreseeable future. Which would mean you'd be stuck on diaper duty for the first half of the day." My sister looked down at me with the most spine-chillingly grin I've ever seen. "You hear that, squirt? Looks like I'll be babysitting you a LOT more often AND you get to keep your diapers! Won't that be fun!" It absolutely wouldn't be! I looked between my mother and sister with a pleading look. There was no way this was happening- Mom kneeled down and put a hand in my shoulder. "I know it's not what you want, sweetie, but Mommy thinks it's probably for the best. Maybe we'll try potty training again in a couple months, okay?" I nodded, hanging my head in shame. It wasn't my fault, but with mom's tone of voice it almost made me feel like it was. Of course that was just because my sister had lied and kept making me need to go!! My mother smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "There's my girl." I couldn't remember the last time my mother had kissed me. It felt... Nice. All of the shame I had felt just seconds ago completely evaporated at that single affectionate gesture, and for a moment I forgot all about the horrible mess in my diaper. Just for a moment, I thought it would be alright... Until I remembered that all the torture my sister had put me through would be a daily thing. Mom stood up and said to my sister, "I'm gonna go jump in the shower. Can you take care of Hannah?" "Sure thing, mom!" my sister responded before bending down and picking me up. Unfortunately, the way the she picked me up had her hand right under my poopy diaper, supporting my weight in the squishiest way possible. I whined and wriggled in her grip, unfortunately spreading it around further and only making me more uncomfortable. I really couldn't win.. She carried me down towards my room, and I was briefly hopeful that I would finally be getting a fresh diaper... Until my sister walked right past the changing table and over to my crib. At that point I didn't have the energy to fight against her. I just whined quietly and pathetically beat my fist against her shoulder in protest. It didn't seem to faze her much as she effortlessly pried me from her side and laid me down in the crib. "Mom just said to 'take care' of you. She didn't specify that I had to change you, and I think with the tantrums you've been throwing today, you need a nap FAR more than you need a diaper change." she said with a malicious, almost sadistic grin. More whining and crying followed, but I didn't try to leave my crib, I was just too tired. My sister left the side of the crib for a moment and came back with my stuffed cat in one hand... And the fox in the other, "Here, you can have your little nap buddies too. Sweet dreams, squirt!" she said before leaving the room and shutting the door. "Welcome back, Hannah." the cat said. "Told ya she wouldn't get a change! You owe me ten bucks." said the fox. The cat's face didn't change, but I somehow imagined her rolling her eyes, "You're impossible," she said to the fox. "At least I'm not impossibly stinky, unlike one of us." said the fox. "Heyyy-" I huffed and whined for about the 50th time that day, this time directed at the fox. "Hehehehehehe!" the fox laughed, "What are you gonna do about it, ya big stinky baby?" And for the first time today, I knew exactly what I needed to do: I was gonna put my stupid diaper to some good use! I stood slowly, bracing myself against the side of my crib with one hand, and pushing the fox down with the other. Before it could react or try to fight back, I sat down on it, wriggling back and forth to squish my stinking, sagging diaper in its face! "Mrfphrgrphmfpfrgrphfffff!!!!" was all that could be heard from the fox as I smothered him in my stinky diaper. From the other side of the crib, the cat snickered, "Maybe that'll teach him, huh?" "Yeah!" I giggled, making sure the fox was sufficiently buried under my saggy padding. If I could use them to get revenge on the fox, then maybe diapers weren't so bad. Yeah... Maybe they weren't so bad... Really today hadn't been all that awful. Parts of it were, sure. But not all of it. And... And maybe my sister had a point about the accidents. Perhaps I'm just not quite ready for potty training, and maybe... Maybe that's okay? My mom certainly thinks so, and mommy can never be wrong! I'd get the hang of the potty eventually. Just... Not quite yet. I pulled the cat into my arms and hugged her tight. She was so soft and cuddly. I loved my cat! And she loved me! And I loved my owl! And... Well, maybe I didn't love the fox right now. But sitting on him in my stinky diaper was definitely funny! Maybe being a baby wouldn't be so bad... I still hate wearing a gross poopy diaper, but I'm sure my sister would change me before I get a rash. She just wants what's best for me, right? Yeah! Of course she does! She loves me and mommy loves me and they'd never do anything to hurt me. A yawn escaped my lips and I felt myself being pulled down into the crib with an almost magnetic force. I closed my eyes, cat still cuddled against my chest, and drifted off to sleep, the state of my diaper completely forgotten. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 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

Hey all! This is my first ever Commissioned story, and it's brought to you by @PinkTheDinosaur Enjoy! /////////////////////// "What do you mean we only get one wish!?" The warrior Vellna demanded of the genie. "It was my understanding that one usually gets three wishes, do they not?" Said Ruppert the mage. The two adventurers had stumbled upon a cave guarded by goblins. After slaying a few, barely, and sneaking past a lot more, they found a room the goblins had been using to store their treasure. Of course, most of what goblins considered “treasure” would more accurately qualify as garbage to humans. But Rupport was able to use a Magical Sight spell to spot the one item of value amongst a mountain of junk–an enchanted lamp. “Hear me, mortals,” the genie began, ”There are many types of genies spanning across the grand cosmos. Some grant three wishes, others can grant unlimited wishes. I myself, am lower in rank among my brethren, and may only grant a single wish.” “So which one of us gets it?” Vellna asked. “Obviously I do, since I touched it first.” said Ruppert. “Nuh-uh! I touched it first!” “You most certainly did not!” “SILENCE!!!” commanded the genie. Vellna and Ruppert both obeyed and stood still as statues. “In my infinite wisdom, I have seen fit that the only fair course of action is this: Each of you tell me your desire, and I shall grant what you seek with a single spell.” The two humans looked at each other and then shrugged. “I guess that works,” said Vellna. “I desire power!” Ruppert blurted out. Vellna sighed and rolled her eyes, “Well THAT'S certainly not ambiguous at all!” The mage shrugged, “With more power, I can achieve anything I want. Your turn.” Vellna leaned on her battleaxe, pondering her wish. It took a good long while before she finally announced, “I have decided I wish for… A companion! Someone who is strong and capable in battle, but will also help take care of our needs outside of combat.” she got a dreamy look on her face, ”Someone who cares for us and will keep us safe, who enjoys doing the mundane tasks I find aggravating like cooking and laundry, and is completely loyal and devoted to our team!” It was Ruppert's turn to scoff, “So you want some kind of battle-butler?” The genie began to glow with powerful magic, rising even higher into the air with his lamp. “IT SHALL BE DONE!!!” He said before clapping his hands and disappearing flash of light, leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke in his wake. They coughed to clear the smoke from their lunges. “Well? *cough* Do you feel more powerful?” Vellna asked. “... Not particularly?” Ruppert answered. “And where is this companion of yours-” His voice cut off as the smoke coalesced into a figure–a woman, tall and beautiful, garbed in a red dress and fine jewels. “WHO HAS SUMMONED ME FROM-” the strange woman's eyes fell upon the two adventurers. Vellna and Ruppert both stood frozen, too afraid to move or speak. The strange woman's face turned from a scowl to a smile of delight. “My! Aren't you two adorable!” Their jaws went slack as they looked at each other in confusion. Ruppert got his voice back first, “I'm sorry, what?” In a flash, the woman snatched up both Vellna and Ruppert and squeezed them in a suffocating bear hug. “You have got to be the CUTEST little adventurers I've seen in centuries!” the woman exclaimed in delight. All Vellna and Ruppert could do was struggle in her iron grasp, gasping for breath until she released them, and they both took a big gulp of air. “Who… Are… You?” Vellna managed to ask, catching her breath. The woman smiled down at the girl, “My true name is a closely guarded secret. You may call me Agnis. Now, where are your guardians?” “Guardians?” Ruppert asked, “I don't know what you mean.” Agnis got an alarmed look on her face, “You mean you are out here all alone in this cold, cold world?” “I mean… I guess?” Vellna answered. “It's just been the two of us for a while now.” Agnis gasped in shock, causing Vellna to flinch, “You poor little things! How could anyone be so cruel as to abandon you in the wilderness like this!?” Ruppert cocked his head, confused, “Nobody *abandoned* us out here-” “No! This is unacceptable.” Agnis said, cutting him off, “I will not leave defenseless hatchlings out here to die.” “Hatchlings?” Vellna asked, confused. Agnis pondered for a moment before snapping her fingers, “Babies! That is the word your people would use. From now on, you shall be my babies!” Ruppert scoffed, “We're not babies!” “Yeah! We're not babies!” Vellna echoed. Agnis chuckled, “You are both so cute! I will enjoy being your Mommy, little ones.” “Mommy!?!?” they both gasped simultaneously. She thought for a second again, “Yes, this is the right word I believe.” Vellna shook her head, “Look Agnis, I don't know who you think you are-” Agnis cut her off by putting a hand on the girl's armor, “Who dressed you this way? That can't possibly be comfortable, little one. And it's rusty even!” Vellna blinked, “I mean, it's not *supposed* to be comfortable… It's supposed to protect me against damage, and it's all I could afford…” Agnis tisked, “This will not do. No child of mine will be caught running around dressed like that! And where is your… What is the word…” Vellna and Ruppert looked at each other, unsure of what she could mean. “... Diaper! That is the word. Surely you cannot be without one?” Their eyes went wide, mouths agape in shock. “I think you might have the wrong word again, Agnis-” Ruppert began before getting cut off by the woman suddenly sweeping Vellna off her feet and depositing her gently onto the cave floor. “Hey!!!” Vellna cried out at being manhandled so effortlessly. “Now, let's see what Mommy has for you, sweetie,” said Agnis as she held one hand to the side. A sudden burst of flame materialized into a multi-colored satchel. Vellna was startled by the flames, but Ruppert was fascinated to find that their new companion could do magic. Agnis opened the satchel and dug inside before producing a single object: a white, fluffy diaper that was too big for a real baby but probably just the right size for… “W-wait! I don't need that!!!” Vellna shouted, trying to scoot away, only for Agnis to catch her by the ankle and pull her back. “Nonsense, no child of mine will go around making messes everywhere. It's unsanitary and quite rude.” Agnis said. “Ha! I guess it was the right word after all!” Ruppert laughed. “Now let's start by getting that rusty old thing off of you,” said Agnis before swiping a finger down the front of the chainmail. Instantly, the armor split in half as if cleaved by a great sword, leaving her upper body covered only by a bra. “What the-!?!?” Vellna exclaimed in shock. “Fascinating! How did you do that?” Ruppert asked. Agnis didn't bother answering him, keeping her focus on Vellna. She tugged at the girl's trousers off next, this time without the need for slicing. As soon as her legs were freed from the pants and Vellna was left in just her underwear, she started kicking at Agnis with all her might, “GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!” The girl might as well have been kicking a brick wall for how much effect it had, but it did cause Agnis to scowl and grab Vellna's legs. “Naughty girl! If you're going to struggle, Mommy will have to punish you!” In a single swift motion, Agnis flipped Vellna over and pinned her down with one hand, raising the other hand high before bringing it crashing down on the girl's bottom. “OWW!” Vellna squealed. Agnis rained down spank after spank on the girl's bottom, causing Vellna to thrash around, “Oww! Stop! Cut it out! Ah! Ow! OW! Ruppert! Do something!!!” The mage shrugged, “Like what? Tackle her to the ground? I think I would have more luck trying to move a mountain. This is entirely your problem.” Vellna groaned in frustration. She tried to fight the pain, tried desperately to escape the grasp of this strange woman, but it was no use, and soon, the girl was reduced to a bawling, quivering mess. “Okay! Stop! Please! I'll… I'll wear the diaper! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!!!” Thankfully, Agnis ceased her assault on the girl's reddened cheeks. “Good. I hope you learned your lesson: Never fight back against Mommy.” she said before gently rolling the girl back over to her original position. Vellna winced as her butt made contact with the ground, but was well beyond any further protest, even as Agnis hooked a finger under the girl's panties, said, “You won't be needing these anymore,” and with a flick of her wrist, sliced them off of Vellna's body. Ruppert watched in silence, both fascinated at the capabilities of this strange woman and feeling a sort of sadistic glee at watching his partner get put in her place. Agnis lifted the girl's legs and slid the diaper underneath her butt. Vellna couldn't deny that she was a little glad for the soft padding replacing the hard cave floor. In a few more moments, the front was pulled up over the girl's privates and taped into place. “There we go,” Agnis said, helping Vellna to her feet before wrapping the girl in a hug. “Mommy doesn't like to punish you, sweetie. Are you going to behave for me moving forward?” Vellna sniffled, choking back a hiccuping sob, “Y-yeah…” The woman smiled, releasing her from the embrace. “Good girl.” she turned towards Ruppert, “Your turn, baby boy.” Ruppert's face went white as a ghost. “Now hold on… Let's not do anything too hasty…” “I wouldn't try to resist her if I were you,” Vellna said, rubbing her sore bottom. “It won't end well.” Begrudgingly, Ruppert inched his way towards Agnis. “Y-you're not gonna destroy my robe, are you? It's uhh, it's very comfy! I like it a lot! Don't know what I'd do without-aahhhhh!” He was suddenly cut off by Agnis sweeping him off of his feet. “No need to tear your robe, baby boy.” she lifted the skirt of his robes up and out of the way, revealing a pair of tighty not-so-whities. “These, however, have definitely got to go.” “Wow Ruppert, maybe you *do* need diapers?” His face contorted in embarrassment, “Hey! Those stains are merely the dirt and mud that comes with traveling out in the wilderness! They are perfectly normal stains!” Agnis didn't comment but simply slashed the undergarments away like before. Immediately, Ruppert's hands shot down to his privates, shielding them from Vellna. “Aren't you going to look away!?!?” he pleaded with his partner. “Why should I? You didn't look away when *I* was getting diapered. Besides,” she grinned maliciously, “It's not like you have much to hide down there anyway.” Agnis grabbed his wrists and lifted his hands away from his crotch, leaving him completely exposed. He tried desperately to bring his hands back down, but her grip was as unyielding as iron. She raised a questioning eyebrow down at him, “Are you going to be a good boy?” Immediately, he stopped trying to resist her. He opened his palms in surrender, turning his head away from Vellna. “Fine, just get it over with…” Ruppert's diapering may not have been as painful as Vellna's, but the shame alone was almost enough to cause tears to stream down his face anyway. It only took a few agonizingly humiliating moments for Agnis to tape the diaper onto Ruppert's hips and help him stand up, pulling the boy into a hug just as she had with Vellna. “There we go. That wasn't so bad, was it?” Ruppert was too humiliated even to bother responding. Vellna meanwhile, had retrieved her trousers and just managed to pull them up over the diaper, frowning as the waistband still peaked over the top of the pants, revealing her babyish undergarments to the world. Even if she had a top she could pull down over it, the bulge from the padding was still pronounced. There would be no hiding this diaper from anyone. Vellna looked over at Ruppert once his hug with Agnis had broken. The mage's robe his diaper–much to Vellna's annoyance. But his gait had a much more awkward waddle to it now. She looked down at herself, trying to close her legs and finding the task impossible, and realized she would probably be doing a fair bit of waddling herself. The warrior girl looked up at the woman in red–this mysterious Agnis who seemed to think of herself and Ruppert as babies for some reason–and wondered if she had made a terrible mistake with her wish. /////////////////////// Fun fact, Vellna is one of Pink's OCs whom I decided to use for this story. You can find her art here: https://www.deviantart.com/pinkthedinosaur/art/Vellna-Henton-801231990 If you have a story that you'd like to see me bring to life, you can find my Commission details below. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sKl8NUcpBs609wHqywGSDg-kJRxo219SKblZA5r1GEk/edit?usp=drivesdk

She's like "What are you staring at? Mind your business!" 😅

I have not tried this with a messy diaper. Although I have been known to "repurpose" my GF's wet diapers on the off-occasions that she wears. 🙈 Would I try this?... I mean if someone I knew and trusted offered... Yeah probably. 😅😅🙈🙈

Thank y'all so much for the advice. 😊 I decided to make the big leap into "professional" writer today and put out my Commission Info on various sites. Here's hoping it goes well. 🤞

Well at least she's getting changed now... ...right? 👀