Moriah's Fun

[good kid]

Another story I wrote awhile back. If you like evil mommies then here you go.

 

"I love you." the young man said to the girl he sat next to on the bar counter.

 

"You literally just meet me an hour ago Chris." She responded as she lit a cigarette. She was an angel in Chris's eyes. 5'10, long dark brown hair, hazel brown eyes, plump cherry red lips, brown skin, and a body that would make Harvey Milk reconsider.

 

"I love Pizza and it only took one slice." He responded before downing his third shot of whiskey. When Moriah first walked in, he saw her from the entrance. She was wearing a navy blue cocktail dress and heels. His draw dropped when he saw her and his heart races when she smiled at him. He then died for a split second when she walked over to him and asked him his name.

 

"Did you just compared me to a slice of pizza?" She said with a smile and her ever sultry voice. They had been talking about everything since her first hello. Chris was ready to go in for the kill and lock it down.

 

"Pizza is delicious, just like you. And anyone who doesn't agree should be imprisoned."

 

"You're a silly little boy, I like that. So cute." she giggled at Chris's joke.

 

"Little boy? Nothing little about me Moriah." He responded by raising an eyebrow and grinning her way.

 

"You can't even rent a car baby, now fuss with me and I'll call you baby all night long. I could just pinch those adorable cheeks of yours, both sets." Moriah reached out and grabbed one of his cheeks and pinched it. "Just a cute baby boy I got here." she teased

 

"I'm a man, a real man."

 

"Oh really? Then how about you come home with me and show me what a real man you are. Make me reconsider calling you a little baby boy."

 

These were the words he'd been waiting for. She wanted him and he obviously wanted her. He did drop 40 dollars on the woman after all. She wasn't acting tipsy, but she had to be, 40 dollars in drinks would do that to you. "Let me call an Uber than."

 

"No need, We can take my car. It's nothing special, a black '09 Toyota, but it gets me from A to B." She stood up from her stool and reached into her baby blue purse. She pulled out her car keys and walked ahead of Chris, leading him out of the bar and toward her car that was parked on the side of the building.

 

She walked over to the driver's seat and waited for the tipsy Chris to his door. "Hurry up baby!" she raised her sultry voice with a little authority. She was smiling and still remaining playful.

 

Chris put some pep in his step and walked over to the passenger seat. He stumbled a little, he wondered how Moriah manages to walk so gracefully in her condition. She unlocked the door and Chris hopped in. Moriah started the car and the two left the bar hiding toward Moriah's home.

 

"So Chris, we gotta make a little stop." She said taking a right at a red light.

 

"And what is this stop?" In Chris's head, he feared the worse. An ass whooping from 3 bulky guys with bats because no one wants to scratch up their knuckles. "Are you going to get me beat up? If so, Moriah, we can skip that part get straight to the robbing."

 

Moriah chuckled and rolled her eyes. "So silly, I'm not that type of woman. Plus, I could never bring harm to that cute little baby face of yours."

 

It was getting a little annoying, but Chris didn't say much about it. She thought he was cute, so why throw a fit over it?

 

The two soon drove up a street corner with a moderately pretty woman in make-up leaning on a wall. She walked up to the car smoking a cigarette.

 

"Hi, Miss..." She paused and looked over at Chris who didn't want to look her in the eye. Was Moriah about to buy a hooker? He wasn't going to say no to a threesome, but like hell, he would be paying for it. "And you to handsome. Two is going to be a 100$ extra."

 

Moriah kept up her smiled and unlocked the back door. "Sure thing. You'll come back to my house with us right?"

 

"Extra." She responded.

 

"Okay." She turned to Chris. "Hop in the back with her." She asked politely but it was still a demand.

 

Chris looked at her confused. He wasn't keen on being in the back seat with a hooker. Plus, he was fine where he was. "Listen, I-"

 

"Shh!" She said placing a finger on her mouth. "Quiet now. To. The. Back. Don't make me throw you back there. I'll get the car seat while I'm at it."

 

Chris grunted and stepped out of the car. He better get some ass out of this. This was embarrassing now." He got into the back seat and sat next to the prostitute who was still smoking her cigarette. He wasn't a fan of them, to be honest, but wouldn't complain.

 

He looked over her clothing. Red crop top, red mini skirt, black heels, and a big leather purse. She looked at him and smiled. "So, wanna start now?"

 

Before Chris could respond Moriah spoke up. "NO! Not yet. Just get to know each other. You'll be getting personal soon enough." She bit down on the side of her red bottom lip.

 

Chris and the hooker talked. She eventually gave her name, Holiday, and then eventually admitted her real name. Her name was Pam, and when she said it Moriah laughed. "Pam? Kinda like pampers. That's cute."

 

Chris glared at her. That condescending tone of hers. They continued talking, Pam explained her want to be an actress but a drug addiction ruin that and she backstabbed a dear friend. A blind New York lawyer. She's now just trying to get by while working as a server in a local diner.

 

They eventually arrive in front of a larger than average size house sitting on a dark silent street. She stepped out of the car and pulled the door open for Pam and Chris. "Come on in darlings, I wanna have some fun. Lots and lots of cute fun." She said with her sultry soft voice.

 

Chris and Pam followed Moriah into her home and the door shut behind them. "Welcome to my home. But this won't be where our fun begins. Not for now at the least." Moriah walked them into the back and up and into a dark room. "Chris baby, close that door for me.

 

Chris did it and just thought if she's up to something she'd regret it. Now in the dark, Chris and Pam notice the scent of baby powder in the room.

 

"Where are we?" Pam asked.

 

"Lights." With one word the lights turned on to reveal a nursery meant for an adult. It was in pastel blue and the most babyish things were there. The room was spacious even with set up this oddball of a woman had. "This is where the magic happens." She winked at them.

 

Chris noticed something, her outfit from before, it was gone. She wasn't naked, she was just wearing something else. The red mini had turned into a solid sky blue dress with an apron around her waist and white heels. "When did you change clothes?"

 

Moriah laughed walked over to the empty crib and lowered its railing. "It's been empty for some time. Now I can finally have some fun." She then looked at Chris. "Wannabe be cute for me little boy?"

 

"What the hell is this Moriah?" He asked in confusion. Chris looked around frantically, noticing the soft white carpet, the corner full of giant baby toys. The chest right next to it. There was a large light blue and yellow changing table across from the crib. It shelves held powder, wipes, and diapers. Chris only counted a couple.

 

They were thick, and all had a different design on them. There was an odd cherry red lipstick on all of them. It was more like a brand. Each mark wasn't exactly in the same spot, just a general area. "Moriah, what the hell are you into?"

 

Pam snickered. "She's an ABDL."

 

"Is that a club sandwich."

 

"Stop fucking with me. ABDL means Adult Baby Diaper Lover. A kink where someone gets off on being in a diaper and what could possibly come with it. It can get...weird." She then turned back to Moriah. "You looking for a Mommy? I can do that for you sweaty."

 

"No. I'm the Mommy hear, and I'm the only one in charge." She walked towards Chris. "No Daddies either. Not in this nursery. So that makes you the-"

 

Chris backed up before interrupting. "I came for sex, not this fucked up shit."

 

Moriah frowned. "Well, that won't do? I drove you here for that reason. I won't have a baby to play with then."

 

"You got Pam. Just pay her the 200 and you can get what? 2-3 hours."

 

"Just about." Pam replied.

 

Moriah was getting annoyed. "I'm interested in putting you in that crib. And Pamper too over there." She sneered at Pam.

 

Pam shook at that, something about what she just said felt off. Pamper. Why pamper? "Know what? I need to get back to my pimp. He's going-"

 

"Nonsense! You aren't anyone's girl." She said looking at Pam with an all too knowing look. "Just a free agent. No one to follow where you go or keep you safe."

 

Pam was getting scared. She gripped her purse and thought about the gun in her purse. A little thing, but enough to fuck someone up. "Your starting to get weird."

 

"I am weird." She stepped closer to the sex worker and reach out and grabbed her by the arm. Moriah pulled Pam close into her and pulled on her blonde hair yanking her head back. She then kissed Pam on her check. She left a cherry red lip mark on Pam's check. "There you go. You're going to feel very weird soon. Whatever you do, don't fight it. Let it just happen. Save you some trouble."

 

"What. Did you poison me?" Pam felt it. The part of her check that was kissed by Moriah was vibrating, warm waves spreading out from it. She felt it, she was losing strength. Something was happening to her. Pam reached into her as she started to stumble. She grabbed the little pistol from her purse and aimed it at Moriah. "What the hell did you do to me?"

 

Chris heart was pumping, ready to fight or run. His night was getting crazier than usual. He couldn't let Pam shoot Moriah. "Pam...Don't do anything brash."

 

"Brash? She just poisoned me or something." The gun was feeling heavy in her right hand. It was tingling...and then her hand gained a plastic shine and turned white. She screamed and tried to pull the trigger and shoot Moriah, but her fingers had turned flat and weak. As it dropped from her hand, Pam grabbed her hand and look at it. She then screamed and looked towards Chris. "Help me."

 

Chris watched on in terror and interest, he wanted to see exactly what was happening. "How?"

 

Moriah walked up to Pam and grabbed her gun. "Dangerous thing. Imagine if my little had picked this up Pamper. And look at that." Moriah grabbed Pam's hand and caressed it with a smile. "Even your other hand is changing too! Be careful what you touch."

 

Pam looked at her hands, both flaps traveling down her wrists. "Now those feet are going next. Ready? 3.." Moriah started counting with a grin on her face. She was enjoying it.

 

"Wait what! Stop!" Pam screamed.

 

2..1...Gone." Her ankle and toes shriveled up into white thin plastic cloth in her heels. She fell over on her side hitting the soft carpet. Her feet then finally become flaps. "And its going to spread Pamper. You're going to be so cute for me."

 

"Stop this. I don't even know what's going on. What are you doing? Just let me go!" Pam pleads.

 

"Pamper you know exactly what I'm doing to you." Moriah went to get close to Pam's ear. "You're becoming the fixation. What's this little fetish without the most enjoyable part. The diaper." She moved away and laughed. "And I go all the way Pamper. Can't wait to get your cutesy self all done.

 

Moriah reached for her clothes and pulled down Pam's skirt revealing she had no panties on. Pam cried. She was being violated. She had just told the most fucked up thing someone said they were going to do to her. Moriah then pulled off her tank top as Pam squirmed. She then felt her tormentors hands on her body, caressing her flesh. Grabbing her breast running her finger down Pam's tummy and to her groin. "STOP! Chris help me!"

 

Chris watched. He felt like that all he could do is watch. "Moriah...stop this. Whatever it is." He wanted to watch, he had to see if what Moriah was doing was real. He had to stay and watch.

 

"DO SOMETHING!" Pam shouted, tears running down her eyes. Her lower legs were transforming, her joints painlessly popping and bone becoming diaper. Her hands were tapes and flaps of white from the forearms down.

 

Moriah glanced at Chris. "I know you wanna watch it. To see her crinkle away." Moriah had glided across her body, flicking at Pam's nipples. Pam bit down on her lip and protested. Moriah then slid to fingers into Pam's vagina. "Like that Pamper?" She whispered to Pam who squirmed under the force of Moriah's hand.

 

Chris watched on. A part of him wanted to step forward. He couldn't think, maybe he didn't want Moriah's touch and do something like that to him.

 

As Moriah's fingers caused Pam nothing but pleasure, she felt something changing in her. She then felt Moriah pull something string-like from her vagina with a sick grin. "What is that?"

 

Moriah sighed and put it back into Pam's lips. "Just cotton strands."

 

Pam felt her vagina changing from in deepest parts, her very cells were being overwritten with atoms of dry 'super absorbing polymer'(SAP). The SAP then started to spread into her blood and changing her flesh. Her groined turned slowly into the padding. Her thighs thin, crinkle, and turn into long tabs that laid dead on the floor. The transformation took her arms too, reducing them into nothing but flaps of diaper tabs.

 

The diaper Pam was becoming had taken her limbs and already snatched her groin from her. It wanted more, and it would take much more. Pam could fill her shoulders turn, the bones changing into something else and the shape of her arms melt away. She knew they were becoming padding.

 

The feeling of tingling started to act on her chest and neck. She could still feel Moriah's hands playing with her and leaning into her face. "Only a matter of time little diaper!" She then felt Moriah claw down her chest with her nails, causing white trails of ash to appear down her dry skin. "Should have lotion up more." Her nails then touched padding and continued to what was once her sex.

 

"Your one hell of a bitch!" Pam responded with a raspy voice as she tried to spit at her only to find her mouth had dried to the point that barely if any came out. She felt the changing traveling up her stomach and hips. Replacing her organs with sap and padding. Her stomach slowly turned into quilted padding in the shapes of diamonds.

 

"The prettiest bitch of them all."

 

The skin of Pam's hips started to pinch and rode up her sides to what use to consider her arms. Suddenly blue elastic leak guards popped free from the pinched skin. Her legs had been reduced to flat strands of plastic tabs.

 

Moriah with that persistent smile picked at the elastic with just her long nails. "So cute. I think you look much better this way. You're better off." Pam's breast were next to turn. They shifted from warm soft mounds of flesh to even softer padding under Moriah's other hand. Moriah then slapped it and forced it down into flat padding like her stomach. At the same time, her back had been covered in plastic and taken on a noticeable arch.

 

Pam clench down her teeth in anger at the slap. It stung but it quickly vanished into nothing. Pam then felt Moriah do it once more to the other mound as she kept picking at her elastic. "FUCK YOU MORIAH! FUCK YOU CHR-"

 

She quickly found her mouth covered with Moriah's hand. "Don't be like that. He can't help you. He's just a baby." She laughed and removed her hand. Pam's mouth had been stolen, turned into diaper padding. Like some rapidly spreading disease, it quickly covered her face. Her hair had started to meld with her back and neck, it to just becoming plastic. "Bye, bye Pam-per!"

 

Chris's eyes were fixated on Pam. The madness of this. To watch an entire woman turned into a human-size diaper right before his fucking eyes. He remembered how Moriah referred to him as a baby. He knew he was next. Moriah was going to do something to him. She wanted him in that crib.

 

Pam's face was now completely soft quilted padding. She felt a pull on her neck sucking her into her chest and was popping out of the top of her head. Even her ears were gone, she couldn't hear anything and barely feel. Bunched up elastic popped out of her head and shoulders as her head was sucked into her giant padded body until she was no more.

 

Moriah then took her index finger and dragged in across Pam's new diaper body. She started at where her head had once been and dragged in down her chest, in gliding across the soft padding. She knew Pam could feel it, her humanity was somewhat there, and she knew how she exactly felt about it.

 

Chris had seen enough. He kept trying to move his feet, trying with all his physical strength to move them from the nursery carpet. Like a miracle, a small but monuments one, Chris moved his foot then another and stepped back to the door. Moriah was still focused on the giant diaper before her.

 

He slowly opened the door with his back towards it and once it was wide enough to open he slipped out and ran. Moriah glanced over as he left and looked back at her victim. "Fold." Removing her finger from her poor victim.

 

Chris moved down the hallway and closed 20 feet in a matter of seconds. She was at the door and desperately tried to turn the nob. Pulling and twisting with all his might to no avail. He then kicked at it only to fall on his ass.

 

Pam was now fully a giant adult diaper, motionless on the warm carpet floor. Her arms then started folding over themselves and over her padded chest, the exact process happen with her legs. The massive diaper then folded itself in half, creating a sweet-smelling gust of air. The red lip mark then reappeared on the diaper clashing with the crisp white diaper that was once Pam.

 

"Damn. Okay, Chris, you gotta get out of here!" Chris dashed to the nearest window and tried to pull it open. He pulled up on it with on his strength, but as the door, it was too no avail. It was unlocked, yet it was like the house wouldn't let him leave, or rather escape. "Fuck."

 

Moriah smiled and placed a hand on the diaper and rubbed the soft crinkly plastic. "Almost there. Now just shrink up to the proper size."

 

Chris wasn't going to let himself get caught. He didn't have a plan, but he had a will. That gun of Pam's would be useful right now. Chris ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife out of a knife block. He wasn't going to face her, he'd play it smart and hide. Chris moved fast and ran upstairs, hoping he can possibly find a way out from there.

 

Moriah watched as the large diaper started to shrink, losing mass right before her eyes. She'd seen it all before, so many times she'd lost count. Maybe once she felt some form of pity for the victims, but now she could only smile with glee down at the diapers she made. Pam was no different. Moriah thought she was giving her a better way out. Instead of dying on the streets from a client or drugs, she just became a cute diaper instead.

 

Moriah grabbed the folded diaper and brought it to her nose. She took a whiff of its sweet scent. "Mmmmm. I can't wait to tape you on my little cutie." Then Moriah spoke up. "Baby! Where are you? It's time to get you diapered up!" She said in a warm, sultry, and inviting tone. She exited the nursery and slowly checked the downstairs humming a tune.

 

Chris heard her and even a part of him wanted to walk to her or yell his location, he knew better. Whatever this woman could do, it was obviously magic. Something that couldn't exist, shouldn't exist, but it did. Science was turned on its head and a woman was turned into a giant diaper before his eyes. He just wished he could have saved her. But he was scared something would happen to him.

 

Still humming, Moriah started walking up the steps of her house. Her heels clicking across the floor making each step sound more and more ominous. Chris slowly crept across the floor, entering the farthest room down the hallway. It was a bedroom, Moriah's bedroom. So much girly stuff he wanted to barf if it wasn't time to be serious. He turned around to exit but the heard her reach the top floor.

 

"Baby! Are you up here? Is this hide and seek? I love playing these childish games. I guess you really want to be my little! I was getting worried." She said as she opens the nearby door leading into a storage closet. "Not in there...to bad you can't hide from me." She then laughed like she already had checkmated him.

 

Chris moved quietly and went under Moriah's bed, slowly his breath and hoping she wouldn't find him. And if she did, she'd get a deep gash for it. He felt shame for being scared of this woman, but after what she did he'd be crazy not to try and kill her.

 

Moriah checked each room and until she got to her own cracked open. "Hmmm. In here? I don't think I left my door open." Moriah entered the room, the diaper in hand. "Chris baby, where are you?" She walked past the bed the one she sought was under and to the closet. She opened it and yelled, "Got ya!" She founding that wasn't already there. It was a walk-in closet but she knew Chris didn't hide there. She looked around her room and then focused on her bed.

 

Moriah walked over to her bed. "I just can't find him." Moriah said in defeat and the plopped her ass on the bed. "I just wonder where your hiding."

 

Chris laid on his stomach as she attempted to hide from Moriah. He tensed up as she sat on her bed just above him. He looked over to see two white heels and two brown calves. He thought of attacking her this way, but he didn't want to hurt her. Not unless he was forced too. If he attacked her, what's stopping her from calling the cops.

 

In the nursery downstairs a single bottle of baby power flew off the shelf and rolled out of the nursery. It was in no rush. Simply rolling down the hall.

 

"Yes, Pam?" Chris hears her say over sudden crinkling. "What do you mean I'm not trying hard enough." Chris then wonders what going on. Was this woman talking to Pam? But she turned her into a diaper. Was she still there! "I know you wanna get worn and get wet but I just can't find baby." Chris shook his head, no way that was Pam's desires. "Check under the bed! I haven't thought of that!"

 

Chris quickly crawled from out under the bed with his back turned from Moriah. "Got you!" He heard her shout as a hand grabbed his shoulder and Pam's diapered form is shoved into his face from behind form off Moriah's bed. He took a big breath before breaking free.

 

He turned and slashed at her with the knife. Moriah didn't flinch as it came in contact with her face and turned into a gray plastic toy knife. She hopped off the bed with a smile. "Babies always want to play, at least let me get you dressed first." She said as she got close, backing Chris into a wall. "You smelt that diaper? It smells so great, doesn't it? Don't you want to smell nice? Be all cute? Once you're in a diaper you'll be the cutest thing ever, well even cuter than you are already." She giggled before grabbing at Chris's belt.

 

The pulled at it with glee. Her touch caused the belt to unbuckle and it was pulled from out his belts loops. His pants then dropped and Moriah bent down and helped his feet out of them. Chris had a chance to stop her, but the scent of that diaper, it left him compliant. But he knew what was happening.

 

"Out those feet go, won't be wearing these anytime soon." She tossed them beside the belt. She then looked at his underwear with a simper and slipped a finger in the elastic of his underwear. "This isn't right! Babies wear diapers, not..." She pulls on it and flicks it. " big boy undies.

 

Chris was kinda freaking out. On one hand, a woman had her's inches his member. On the other hand, he was facing a woman who could alter reality at the tip on her fingers. He then felt a finger inserted back over his waistband and pulled his undies down and had him step out of them.

 

She held them up and close to Chris's face. "No more of these. For now on..." She dropped them on the pants and held the diaper with both hands and squeezing it. "Diapers. Fluffy, thick, absorbent diapers. The cutest thing I can think of for you to wear!"

 

In the nursery, a bottle of powder feel off the shelf and then started to roll across the carpet and out the nursery.

 

Chris wanted to scream. He couldn't, he was helpless. He wanted to run. He wasn't her baby. Her diaper-wearing plaything. He started to shake and tried to move, escape like before. Chris quickly broke free and moved from for the door.

 

Moriah grabbed him by his torso before he got anywhere and slammed him on her bed. It was soft, he wasn't hurt, but Moriah wanted to show she was in charge. He wasn't getting out of this. "You were going to leave without even giving your diaper a try? That's rude, imagine how hurt your pamper is." She pouted as she held up the folded diaper that was once Pam.

 

"You're a monster!" You're just a cruel monster." He screamed at her. "I don't want to wear her."

 

The baby powder rolled down the hall and to a sharp turn and hit the bottom of the stairs. It rolled back slightly and jumped on the first foot of the stair. It continued doing so, climbing the steps at a steady pace.

 

Chris called her a monster. Called her cruel. Begged to not get diapered with Pam. Moriah loved being damned and for her baby's begging. Him not wanting it. Cursing her. It all made her want to diaper him more. To see him diapered up and all hers.

 

Moriah unfolded the diaper open and let it hang open in Chris's face. She then picked at the large thick diaper. "It has nice elastic leak guards to keep the pee-pees you'll be doing from spilling out." She cooed as she picked at them with her nails. It was reminiscent of back when Pam was being transformed into a diaper, now she couldn't yell for help, or anything really.

 

Chris's beautiful tormentor than ran her fingers on quilted padding. "And its so absorbent. You can fill it all you want...and you will fill this diaper." Moriah finished showing off the complete diaper and was ready to tape it on.

 

The baby powder finally reached upstairs and rolled down the hall. It stopped in front of Moriah's bedroom and rolled inside across the carpet.

 

Moriah proceeded to slide the diaper under his ass, but Chris tried to struggle. "Stop this little boy, if you won't wear this Pamper I got here, I'll have you meet the same fate as Pam." Moriah threatened as she lost her smile. Chris stopped his struggling and accepted his fate for now. "That's a good baby," she said with her smile returning.

 

Moriah finished sliding the white thick crinkly diaper under her baby. She reached out her hand and the baby powder jumped into her hand. "Just in time." Chris's captor cooed as she gently applied the sweet-scented powder.

 

Chris felt the cool powder on his skin and the soft pamper under his bottom. It felt so good, so comfy, so warm from what was left of Pam's body heat. "I can see it on your cute little face. You like that the powdering and the diaper right?" Moriah asked knowing what he was feeling." Chris blushed and turned away only to cause Moriah to giggle.

 

"It's okay." She grabbed what was once Pam's head and brought it slowly over Chris's crouch. "Babies love diapers. It's only natural." She said as she reached and grabbed the large sticky tab that use to be an arm. She pulled the tape free and then repeated it on the other side. Moriah pressed down on the front of the diaper and down on Chris's crouch. With her the other hand, she fastens the sticky tap on the left to the head of the diaper. She then did the right side, biting her lip as she did with a smile.

 

The diaper was snuggly taped on to Chris's waist, and he wanted to moan in pleasure at it feeling. The soft warm padding caressing his bottom and groin. Moriah stood up and looked at Chris is a proud smile. "How does that feel baby?" She asked knowing he was enjoying his padded prison, even if he didn't want to.

 

Chris looked at her and blushed again. "I...I..." It was so warm and comfy, like a cloud hugging him. He was loving it. He felt free, protected, and loved. "I hate it...just take her off." Chris said unable to look Moriah in the eyes. He felt conflicted.

 

Moriah rolled her eyes and lean into Chris's face, showing off the cleavage of her big brown breast. "Chris, don't be ashamed." Moriah poked his dry white diaper. "You like it on you. You like her on you. Pamper is warm and comfy, and I bet Pamper likes hugging you too." She then kissed him on his cheek.

 

Chris touched his cheek thinking did she put that terrible spell on him?

 

"Come on baby, let's go back down to your nursery." She then grabbed him by his diapered butt and wrapped her other arm around his back. She lifted Chris like a baby, and with a humming song with ease carried the adult out the room and down the steps. Chris was feeling even more insulted. He could feel her hand under his rear, squeezing the thick padding regularly.

 

Moriah carried the diapered man into the large adult nursery. "Now you're gonna crawl for now on unless I say otherwise." She set him down and instantly he fell down to his knees and catching the rest of his weight with his arms. He was shocked, it wasn't even like he meant to do it, he just felt his legs complying with Moriah's order.

 

"What is going on!" Chris finally shouted! "I can't wrap my head around this. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Making me some adult baby for your pleasure and turning some poor woman in a diaper!"

 

Moriah wipes the hair out her face and kneels down to get eye level with her captive diapered boy. "I'm Momma, Momma Moriah and I thought you were just the cutest thing I've seen. So that's when I decided I just had to have you." Moriah then licked her lips. "And dressing you up like a baby is just even more fun. I got onesies and other clothing for you to dress up in. And then babies need their diapers to keep them dry or you'll just wet yourself."

 

 

Moriah then touched Chris's diaper and drags two nails down the front. She then tapped on the diaper with them before speaking, moving closer to her baby's ear. "Beautiful women, cute innocent girls, they make some good diapers." Moriah then rubbed the diaper that had once been Pam. "But trashy hookers work well enough I guess."

 

Chris looked on at her in amazement. This woman was out of her mind. He looked over at the diapers and simply thought how many? "You sick fuc-" Chris felt her hand quickly slap him across the face. "Ouch! Wha-"

 

Moriah covered his mouth with her hand and squeezed his cheeks hard. "Curse words aren't what cute babies say. Its a real turn off to be honest. Do that too much and..." She squeezed the diaper with her other hand. "Crinkle crinkle. I want a cute baby, not some sailor kay?" She let his cheeks go.

 

"But why make people into...diapers. How many have you killed?

 

Moriah giggled. "Where to start with that one. I did just tell you why silly but maybe I can go in-depth. I like watching them crinkle and shift. Them freaking out as their limbs and body change before their eyes as they see themselves bleach and puff up. It's glorious, watching terrified crying girls freaking out as their end draws near and are replaced with my pampers."

 

Moriah than looked over at the few diapers stacked under the changing table and gave that toothy grin again. "Just like those diapers over there. I'm getting hot just remembering this college girl I turned years ago. A Chinese national studying her, so trusting and so cute. She like Pam received my deep red kiss, as did any pamper with my lips on them. They were all once-"

 

"Human!" Chris shouted in disgust!

 

Moriah clicked her tongue to signal he had the correct answer. "And a couple of guys who pissed me off or bored me. Not like I can tell the difference. To be honest, I can't even keep count of how many pampers I made. It's like asking how many times you masturbated when you were twelve, get it?

 

"Moriah...how can you live with your self when your killing people."

 

Moriah rolled her eyes. "Boy, you will address me as Mom, Mommy, or if you wanna butter me up, Momma.

 

"Momma.." He said begrudgingly. "Why?"

 

Moriah smiled and tugged on the back of his diaper before she stood up. "I'm not really killing someone if they're turned into a diaper." Can't kill a diaper after all." Moriah than walked over to the closet door and pulled it wide open. She pulled out a onesie and showed it to Chris. "Like the color?"

 

"What is that baby blue?" Chris said knowing he'd be wearing it.

 

"Periwinkle actually my dear." She said correcting him.

 

"Baby blue." He restated.

 

Moriah giggled. She walked over to him and looked down on him with a smile that said she was in control. "Baby blue for a baby. Fitting now lift those arms up so I can slide this on."

 

Chris crossed his arms and looked at her. He wanted to cover up and recover his dignity but he wouldn't let her do it. "I'll do it."

 

Moriah's smile left her face and hung the onesie on the crib's railing and got on the floor. "You just don't get it. You a baby, my baby to do with as I please. I've been nice, but I can be mean." Moriah didn't seem threatening, but she was clearly annoyed. She was like a mother tired of a child's tantrum.

 

She grabbed Chris by his arm and with a yank pulled him over to him and on to her lap. She placed a hand on his back and another hand on his diapered butt. He tried to struggle but she was plainly stronger than him. "Stop moving." She said sternly with a smack on the ass. The pain caused Chris to yelp.

 

"Poor baby." She said with another smack on his diapered bottom once again causing him to wince in pain. She placed her hand on it and screwed it. "I get to feel that soft diaper I put you in while you take the sting of this beating. it's so smooth." She lifted her hand up again and struck it a few more times.

 

Chris gritted his teeth, each strike from Moriah's hand felt like she was striking his bare bottom. He took it like a champ, barely moving and sucking up the pain.

 

"All this because someone was so desperate to be a big boy, even though their a baby, and forgot their manners." She said as she leaned into his ear. "Now if the baby wants to put on their own onesie then fine...just say please."

 

"Please! Please, Momma, Stop!" He cried. Fighting tears from flowing from his eyes.

 

Moriah let go of her hold on Chris and he fell on the floor. He glanced up at her and quickly adverts his eyes. He felt embarrassed, and to be cowed in such away. Again, she made him feel so little. "Momma, can I please-"

 

"Nope." She grabbed the onesie off the crib railing and began sliding it over his head. It was quick, Chris going along with it made so much easier. Moriah kneeled down and started doing the onesie's small little clamps. Chris didn't fight it.

 

"Much better." She said as she looked him in the eyes. "No tears...hmm. A little soldier I got." She mentions.

 

After getting dressed Moriah and her unwilling baby made their way into the kitchen. The kitchen was fairly simple but most distinguishing was the high chair sitting at the table.

 

"Can I..." Chris said before Moriah stared at him. A sultry smile and lear that said 'No way in hell diaper butt.' She helped Chris into his highchair and she walked over to the cabinet. Moriah returned with a spoon, baby food, and a bib.

 

Moriah took great pleasure in wrapping a bib around Chris's neck. "Now I going to let you feed yourself. Just don't mess up okay? Than Momma going to have to take over and you don't want that."

 

"Not really." He responded as Moriah set the jar of food in front of him. It was rather large, big enough for an adult. "Is that apple sauce."

 

Chris grunted and began to eat the apple sauce with Moriah standing close by.

 

Chris tried to guide the food to his mouth but he ran into a couple of problems. The spoons weight was off, it was far too heavy for its size with weight being focused on the front end. It caused the food to fall from the spoon and smear his face, some landing on the bib.

 

"Nope." In an instant he found his spoon taken from out his hands and being feed by Moriah. A smug smirk on her lips. "Can't let you do anything can I?" She said with satisfaction in seeing him fail. "Now open up." She cooed.

 

Chris ate, he wanted to get this over with. The apple sauce was rather delicious to be honest. Maybe it was humiliating, but it was decent food. He was still a little tipsy, hopefully, if he sobers up completely he could get free. Then again that seemed unlikely. It might be best if he just played her game and waited for his chance to escape.

 

Chris finished eating and was released from high chair prison. "What now." He asked while on his knees in front of his captor.

 

"Well, I think I'm going to lat you to be and hopefully see how you treat that plain little pamper of yours." Moriah's smug smile still on her face. "Than I can get you a better diaper. Nice and fresh."

 

Chris's stomach turned. Moriah than left the kitchen beckoning him with a finger. "Come." He followed her back to the nursery. She walked up the crib and lowered the railing of the prison. "Come on sweetie."

 

Chris rolled his eyes and slowly crawled closer to her. "Do I really have to?"

 

"I told you didn't I? I want that pampered butt in this crib. So we can fight about it and I drop your butt in here or you get to put yourself in. Take back a little pride."

 

Chris crawled up to the crib and climbed into his baby prison. He felt a hand on his bottom as if Moriah was helping him in. He then watched it was as the railing was raised up and he was left trapped inside. He could try and claim out when Moriah left but he knew it would fail end in failure.

 

Moriah stood above him with her arms resting on Chris's crib. "You know baby...I really do like you." She reached down and stroked Chris's face. "You're absolutely the cutest baby ever. And when you make that diaper sopping wet baby, you'll be even cuter." Moriah smiled sweetly, she meant what she said.

 

The deviant woman grabbed him by the chin and pulled him close and planted a fat kiss on his cheek. "All mine." She said in a sultry tone. She then walked over to a drawer and pulled out a pacifier and walked back over to her baby. She placed it into her mouth and gave him another kiss. "Night."

 

Moriah than left the nursery, turning off the light on the way out. The only light Chris had was the one from the nightlight plugged in the wall. The longer Chris laid, the more tired her became.

 

His cot was soft and comfy. His diaper had a greater level of comfort like a thick cloud was hugging him tightly. He was actually relaxing believe it or not. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

 

Chris found himself in a house. The walls cracked and on a sofa. He was sitting necked in front of a TV. At his side was Pam. She was naked as well. They both faced the static TV. Chris looked around to see nothing but pizza boxes and needles scattered across the floor. "What the hell is this."

 

Pam looked back at Chris and smiled. "This is...was my life. It wasn't the best. Sucking dick. Fucking. All for just a little change. All just to burn it to get high." A tear ran down her face. "But then...I met Moriah." She smiled.

 

Pam stood up. Her arms had turned into flaps just like before. "Moriah than gave me a release. That sweet release." Her torso had been reduced to padding in a blink of an eye. Her breast turned to padding and shrunk down almost instantly. "Being a diaper...It's so fun!" She said with an almost psychotic grin.

 

Her back then bent along with her head until her face was forced to look downwards. "Chris...you don't know how good it is to be a pamper. To have your body shifted from flesh to soft rich padding." Pam's legs buckled and turned into flaps. She fell to the ground into a heap and turned over. She still had a smile on her face.

 

"You're a diaper! That doesn't scare you? Are you fucking crazy? I'd rather be a human than a fucking diaper!" Chris stood up in a fit of rage. He almost kicked her.

 

"So? I was a fucking whore! A worthless whore. Now I have a purpose. I get to tapped around your bottom and pumped full of piss and shit!" Her voice was raspy but she still seemed so content. This wasn't the Pam he knew. She was afraid before but now she was in ecstasy.

 

"This isn't you!"

 

"No this is me." She smiled boldly. She was shrinking. Her legs had disappeared and split. From the bottom down she looked like a diaper. She started crawling towards Chris. "Diaper. I'm a diaper. I'm nothing but that and I love it." Her face was turning into padding along with her neck. "I love Moriah and thank her for this gift."

 

Pam jumped at Chris's torso, pushing him down and quickly tapping herself on. He was diapered again, yet he could still hear Pam. "Don't I fell great! You know I do." had being a diaper done this to her? Or was this truly how she felt?

 

Chris tried to stand. As soon as she got around his waist, she felt the strength of his muscles deteriorate. He spread his legs out to keep his balance. "Damnit." He grabbed at Pam. "Get off me!"

 

"Nope! That would mean I'm not being a good diaper and going against my beautiful mistress!" Chris fought and fought with it but Pam couldn't be removed. Chris fell to the floor. His legs were weak and tired.

 

"Stop this Pam. I feel it. I have to pee bad. I've held it but I just can't." He told her thinking that would make her change her warped mind.

 

"Do it. I've told you I'm a diaper. Wet me. Use me. Throw me away. I must taste your piss. I bet its divine. Once I'm full, Mistress Moriah can just roll my worthless padding up and drop me in the pail where I belong!"

 

Chris gave finally gave in. He just couldn't anymore. He let lose into the thick padding that was Pam the diaper. She soaked it up as she slightly sagged and plastic crinkly skin went taut. Pam was happy. The bitter salty taste was orgasmic. Sweet without being sweet. The scent was overpowering, and only heightening the pathetic diaper's euphoria. The warmth almost covered her entire body.

 

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The diaper screamed in delight.

 

Chris felt the warmth of his diaper around his waist. He hated it but a part of him liked it. All of it. The wetting. The warmth. The diaper. And at the same time as Pam, Chris thought of being changed by Moriah. The wet mess being stripped away and balled up all to just be thrown out.

 

 

Chris awoke from the dream. He felt his diaper around his waist. It was wet and pissy. What had happened in his dream had happened to him. It was wet and only a little cool, leaning more on the warmer side. His heart was racing. In the dream he liked it. He fucking liked it!

 

He thought of Pam and looked down at his pamper covered in the onesie. It was really wet. He really did that to Pam! He was worried about it. Was she really enjoying being treated like that? Was she even still there now?

 

Chris couldn't get the dream out his head. It was so fucked up and depraved. Only something that woman could think up, it could be that. Sadly he knew he liked it and how wrong and twisted that was. He felt like inch by inch he was coming over to Mamma's side. He fea1red becoming a happy and willing partner in her sick sexual fantasy.

 

 

Chris laid back in his crib, mind racing as he repeatedly thought of his dream and his entire situation. He couldn't tell the time, but it was still dark out. He was scared to close his eyes and fall asleep, he feared to repeat that disgusting nightmare again. After awhile Chris started to doze off and was back to sleep.

 

 

The nursery door swung open and the beautiful woman holding Chris captive in a crib walked in. She was wearing sunglasses, a white tank top, blue denim jacket, similar pants, and heels. Moriah walked over to the closet and pulled a blue bag out of it. It had some items in it, baby powder, wipes, and other supplies for changing diapers along with some snacks.

 

She then pulled out a white shirt and blue shortalls with an image of stars at the center. It wasn't something Chris would think looked good, unfortunate for him, Moriah thought it was cute.

 

With the bag over her shoulder, Moriah walked over to her captive and softly shook him awake. "Wake up baby." She said sweetly.

 

Chris yawned awake and opened his eyes to the smiling witch leaning over the crib. For an instant, he thought she was gorgeous, but then remembered what she'd done to him. "You." he said coldly.

 

"Baby! Morning! Time to get up." Moriah lowered the crib door and sat beside him as he laid in the crib. "Stay right there." Moriah's hands moved over Chris's diapered crotch and felt it. She then slid her fingers into his diaper and smiled at Chris. The then opened the onesies buttons with a swift movement and started poking at the sodden white diaper. "You're Wet."

 

Chris glared at her. "Yeah...and?"

 

"You wet your diaper." She said as she slid a little closer to Chris and leaned in. She placed her hand on the diaper and gripped it. "How did it feel? Wetting your little diaper?"

 

Chris blushed as he grew more irritated. "Disgusting! I'm sitting in cold piss."

 

"Than how about I change you real quick into a fresh one, hmm?" She proposed.

 

"No! You can't! Don't do that to Pam!"

 

Moriah laughed. "Pam's a diaper. And your diaper probably likes being pissed in. Whatever is left of that slut. Just imagine how good it feels for her when you piss into that thirsty padding? How good it feels for you to just use her up? How helpless you are but how much more powerful you in comparison to her?" She leaned closer to him and grab the pacifier beside him.

 

"What are you talking about. There is nothing good about this." He continued to blush as she hit the nail on the mark. He felt the rubber nipple on his lips and didn't fight as she slid it in. He started sucking as Moriah held it in place for a moment.

 

Moriah smiled. "We can keep that little diaper on, for now, it's still fine for now I guess. We can change it while we're out, I'm sure you have more to do in it Baby.

[BobbyDrago]

A bit extreme but still an interesting read.

[good kid]

I get more extreme. Here's part 2.

Dressed in short-talls, some basic sneakers, and a lollipop stuck in his mouth for Moriah's amusement. His diaper was visible under the garments to almost anyone knowing what to look for, the idea of someone looking down, and seeing it was titillating. She didn't mind being seen with such a man. It was quite rewarding, the awkward stares, the snickers, the disparaging remarks, it all just reminded her that there were few like her in the world.

 

Chris and Moriah had taken her car up to the mall to do shopping. They walked through the mall, Moriah smiling as she held Chris's hand. From store to store, the two didn't really buy much Moriah lead him into the toy store and asked if he'd like one of them to play with. Of course, Chris glared at her and said no. Promoting his kidnapper to pout and mention it was only a matter of time before he is begging her for toys.

 

She patted his diaper butt in public, normally when a beautiful woman passed that he took too long of a glance at. Moriah relished in her unique brand of humiliation, and it was in getting her wet differently from her baby. Eventually, she was whispered into Chris's ear. "Keep looking at those girls and I'll make them into diapers for that cute bottom of yours. So just find me a pretty one." It wasn't a threat. It was more like encouragement.

 

"Come on. We're going to buy you a present. I think baby deserves it for wetting his pamp." Moriah chuckled. Grabbing Chris's hand and leading him into a toy store in the mall. "I'm thinking something soft and cute. Or maybe something flashy and fun? Chris baby what do you want?"

 

"I told you. I'm not taking some child's toy." Chris responded.

 

Moriah smiled. "No. You're getting a toy. And It's going to be something you pick out. Something cute." She squeezed his hand. "Got it." Her voice was more authoritative.

 

She lead him to the toy section. Directly in front of the section for small children, fucking babies. Chris looked over the spread of things. From cloth books, teddy bears, rattles, all that baby stuff. He hated it all.

 

"That rattle looks cute. The light blue one. Pick it up. It even has a strap and click so you can't lose it." She said pushing the diapered man towards the toy.

 

Chris picked it up and gave it a shake. Then another. And another. Moriah pursed her full lips and moaned a little. Whispering something. Yup. Shaking a rattle was brain numbingly boring.

 

"Yeah that's it. You got a new rattle. It makes you look so damn cute." She pulled him to the register. "Look at her. She's cute too, wanna try her on later?" She asked nonchalantly.

 

She was a beautiful. Light-skin. Curly brown hair with freckles, hazel eyes. She was dressed in a pin strip suit. It was the store uniform. She smiled at them. Her gold-bronze name tag saying Huguette.

 

"Evening cutie. Looking good. You have such nice skin." Moriah said coming off seductive, as she lean over the counter. "I'm buying that rattle for my baby boy over there. He's wearing a diaper." She explain.

 

"That's not true!" He shouted back.

 

"Inside voice." Moriah replied.

 

"Thank you for the compliment but I have a boyfriend." She then looked at Chris with a confused look. "So he's dress up like that and is in a diaper? He got some type of fetish."

 

"You say it like a little taboo is bad. Thinking inside the package. You should pull yourself out, or better yet let me do it." She said with a smile.

 

"Out the package?" Huguette asked. "What do you mean?"

 

"Out of the package, my dear." Moriah leaned over the counter to get closer to the beautiful woman. "Away from closed minded thoughts. She smiled and beckon Huguette with her index finger. Huguette felt herself suddenly becoming fascinated with Moriah, and moved closer.

 

Huguette felt a hand on her cheek caressing it. The brown eyes glimmered pink. The attraction to Moriah made her fantasize about kissing her. The cherry red lips looking soft and inviting. Huguette lean in deeper for a kiss.

 

Chris dreaded watching their two lips meet. The memory of what happen to the person wrapped tightly around his rear. The thought of letting her end up like Pam forced him to shout. "STOP! She'll turn you into a diaper. That's what she wants."

 

Huguette stopped for a moment, but felt lips touch hers. She felt a shock and felt her heart drop. She felt her head be pulled closer as she was lead into smooching with Moriah. The word came to her. It was electrifying.

 

Moriah pulled away and licked her lips. "That wasn't so bad. Right?" She then looked over at Chris and gave a knowing smile.

 

Huguette smiled and touched her lips. "Yeah, It was good. My name is Huguette." She looked excited. Ready for more. "So what happens now? He made it out to be really bad. Turning into a diaper doesn't sound good...but it sounds pretty hot."

 

"Being soft and comfortable. Smelling of gentle scented perfume and so flexible. Light and absorbent. You'll experience pure bliss." The seductive Moriah describing what she would do to her. "It's once in a life time experience being huggies." Moriah giggles. "Huguette. That won't do. Too foreign. How about Huggies. That's your name dear." She shook her head at the toy shop clerk. Moriah was containing herself.

 

It all sounded arousing to Huguette. The new name was even better. "Take they toy, you don't need to pay. I quit. Miss, I want to try it. To be a diaper."

 

Chris's skin crawled at hearing that. Moriah did something to this poor woman. She had hijacked her mind and put in her sick ideas.

 

"Wait here my gorgeous padded toy. We can give it a try." Moriah then kissed her pray on the lips again and on her necks. "Love your perfume. Such a soft and pretty girl. Perfect."

 

Moriah then grabbed Chris by the ear and dragged him out of the store. He was in complete awe at what he just saw. She wanted it. Did she not understand? She spoke about 'trying' it. This thing is forever. "What did you do to her! How did you make her do that! Don't do it to her!" He felt a slap across his face.

 

"Listen hear boy. You aren't the boss. Momma is. You know it too. All this is just for show. You're going soil her like Pam. And I mean soil. That girl is going to enjoy it too. The way you beg to spare her is obvious, You think she's pretty too. I know she's the best choice for diaper duty." She laughed as she dragged him away.

 

An hour in, Moriah phone buzzed with a text. She took it out and read it. With a smiled and lead Chris towards the food court, the lollipop he had in his mouth earlier was gone and melted sugar in his stomach.

 

She lead her captive to a table in the food court where two women sat. One was dressed in a tight short pink dress. Piercing blue eyes, Short blonde hair that honestly screamed feminist. Her dress hugged her body tight, her big breast just reminded Chris that Moriah had busty and beautiful friends. She was just another Moriah save for the hair and coming in vanilla instead of chocolate.

 

The girl at her side who seemed to be playing on the phone was an Asian girl with black hair and green eyes and dressed in a frilly yellow dress. Her hair was done in pigtails and Chris could guess she was diapered like him. Strangely she seemed indifferent to her situation. She seemed to be distracted by her phone playing some sort of game.

 

"Hi there, Amy!" She yelled at the woman with a wide smile. The woman turned her head and looked towards the two and a grin came to her face. "And look who I brought!" Moriah pushed Chris forward towards the blonde woman.

 

"Oh my, so this is the infamous cutie?" Amy reached out to grab Chris and pull him closer. He moved back from her instinctively. Amy simply lean further out and grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to her. "Don't be scared, I don't bite." She was just as powerful as Moriah, Chris knew this Amy could easily overpower him at a moment's notice.

 

"Why so scared?" She grabbed Chris by the chin and looked him in the eyes. "I'm really nice." She took her hand off her chin and grabbed him by the diaper and squished it. "I think that's wet. But I might have to slide my hand up there and feel it."

 

"His diaper is wet and cold by now. I would have changed him but he'll make a big deal about it. Luckily, I think his diaper can hold some more." Moriah chimed in. She then looked over at the Asian woman at Amy's side. "No, hi for your Aunty Mo little May?" Moriah said placing hands at her hips.

 

"Hi, Aunty Mo!" May said through a pacifier as she focused on her little game.

 

Moriah smiled in satisfaction at being acknowledged by the woman. Amy was squeezing Chris's cheeks and padding his bottom. "I trust you can take care of him while I go run some errands."

 

"Sure thing Sis, I'd love to," Amy responded. "But I do have a question. Have you fed him your warm love yet? Claimed him for yourself?

 

'Warm love' Chris thought in confusion and wonder of what she was talking about?

 

"I haven't but it shall be done, sooner or later. I hope you'll respect that " Moriah answered with a slight increase in the bass of her soft voice.

 

"Moriah, of course, I'm no cradle robber. He's cute but I wouldn't steal him from you. I have my own after all." Amy turned back to May and caressed her face with a free hand as she patted Chris butt.

 

"Very well then, have fun." She moved closer to Chris and planted a firm kiss on his cheek. "Bye Baby. Be good for Aunty. Don't let me hear you've been causing trouble. Making a run for it will end badly for you." Moriah then placed a pacifier in his mouth. "God luck with your little date. Record something good." And so Chris's kidnapper left him alone with what seemed to be another kidnapper.

 

A few seconds alone with this Amy was full of awkward silence until Moriah was out of sight as she blended with the crowd. "So Chris baby, how about we grab some ice cream and then go back to my place. You'd like that right?"

 

"No, not really." He responded through his paci. Part of him wanted to spit it out into her face, but if she was anything like the Moriah, he didn't want to chance it. What was with these women? They seemed to be plying at mothers.

 

"Too bad, May, and I would love some and I'm sure you would too." She stood up, diaper bag over her shoulder, still holding onto Chris's arm. She let go to turn around bu quickly grabbed Chris by his wrist. May had done the same, going so far to willingly give her hand to Amy. She was still playing a game. All her concerns wore directed towards the device in her hand.

 

Amy lead the trio to the ice cream stand in the mall. She stood tall and strong like an oak tree. Confidence brimming off her body, shameless in the way she carries herself and the company she kept. As others stared at them, Chris looked down, May stared at a screen and Amy stared back. Those people quickly turned their heads.

 

"Amy, right?" Chris asked. "What going on here?"

 

"Excuse me?" She responded.

 

"Huh?" What could it be now?

 

"Aunty, It's Aunty Amy. Don't think I'll tolerate bad manners." She said sternly as if she was talking to a child.

 

Chris clenched his teeth behind his paci. Before he could respond they heard the call for the next in line ring out.

 

She moved up to the girl at the register. She looked young, like a college freshman young and hopefully not any younger. The look on her the trio and rolled her eyes. She expression said it all. Fucking weirdos. She hated her job and hated the customer. The average minimum wage cashier.

 

"So what would you like." She said in an irritated tone.

 

"Rude. I expect a smile..." She glanced at the girl's name tag. "Tory."

 

The girl rolled her eyes and put on a smile. "How's it going Ma'am. What can I do for you today?" She said as fakely as possible.

 

Amy snicked. "Three soft served ice creams. 2 chocolates and one strawberry. Not a single sprinkle."

 

"Yup" The girl filled out the order. Dejected yet with ease from months of practice. She did it slowly, simply burning the clock. Or just simply pissing the rest of the line off. She brought them. The two chocolates and the strawberry cones.

 

"13.10$ Ma'am. Sprinkle free ice creams." The fakeness was still apparent.

 

Amy removed her wallet from the pouch of her diaper bag, or was it May's? She parted the folds and pulled out a 20$ bill. It was quickly placed in the register and processed.

 

"6.90$ is your change. You're free to leave. Along with whatever y'all are doing." Tory said holding out the paper tray that held the cones.

 

"I'll teach you some manners. You'll Luv it." She laughed.

 

"What the hell." Tory felt a shiver ride up her back. Amy's very tone was unsettling. It was sweet and at the same time malicious.

 

"Language, Tory, children can hear you." She took the tray and was off. It in one hand and another holding on to Chris. She seemed to trust May, who seemed to be passively accepting her situation.

 

They sat at a nearby table, Amy letting the 'children' seat themselves. She handed out the sweet dairy treat. Strawberry to May and the chocolate to Chris. "You seem like a chocolate fan to me." Chris accepted the cone but didn't dive in. The same couldn't be said about May who was already licking away.

 

"So wasn't there something you wanted to ask sweetie?" Amy reminded Chris as she slurped up some ice cream.

 

"Yeah, I wanted to ask why? Moriah hasn't let me in on much."

 

Amy continued slurping and licking her ice cream. Licking her lips before answering. But it wasn't one. "You haven't even tasted it. It's so sweet and yummy. It's all yours. May's enjoying hers. Don't make too big of a mess sweetie." She was ignoring his question and continue to speak with the same patronizing tone.

 

"How about-" Chris then felt a pain in his knee come from the left of him. He saw a glare coming for May as she continued to make a mess on her face. He also felt Amy glaring at him. Her shades lowered to reveal her crystal blue eyes. They didn't look amused.

 

Chris got a feeling he better start playing along. If the crazy bitch wanted him to eat ice cream, then he'll eat ice cream. He liked his melting treat and fought back a small smile of delight. Chocolate, his favorite flavor. He then heard a snicker from Amy.

 

"Now on to the why. Why would she just scoop you up and turn you into a lovely little baby? It's your fault Chris. She's gushed about you for a while now. On how cute you were and all your quirks."

 

Chris's heart skipped a beat. "A while now? I met her last night."

 

Amy gave that valley girl laugh. "Pumpkin. Mommies just don't have babies without expecting first. Months. Moriah knows more about you than you think. Workplace. The few friends you have. Especially the women in your life. Ex's can be a headache baby, thankfully you won't have that probably anymore.

 

Chris had stop eat and simply sat in his wet diaper in shock. He was dumbfounded. He never noticed. How? When? She saw him? "How long."

 

"Doesn't matter. That life and this one are separate. Eat up." She said sternly.

 

Every now and then Amy would glance back at the Ice cream girl. Simply starring her down and not trying to hide it. Chris was thinking about how long Moriah was watching him and how much she knew.

 

Once they finished, Amy lead the littles around the mall. From jewelry shops to clothing and fragrance spots. It was boring and she had the nerve to have him hold some of the stuff she brought. Amy would remind him that if he tried anything. It wouldn't end well. For anyone but her.

 

Chris felt like a clown and needed to distract himself. He was stuck with another adult forced into diapers. Amy's captive, May.

 

He looked at her as she sat on a bench and gamed in the store. "Amy, right." He said nervously. She came off a little dejected in the aura she gave off. "You been this situation long?"

 

She looked up and back at her game. "I guess." She replied. She looked around to see Amy buying something from the cashier. "She's coming back."

 

"Okay sweeties, time to go on home. Aren't you excited Chris? We can go and have some fun while we wait for your Mommy. You get to have a friend over May!" May smiled and gave a little yeah of approval.

 

Amy took the two children back towards the food court again and they stopped for only a few minutes. Amy was looking at the ice cream spot and started to laugh. "Someone is on break." She looked towards May and kneeled down with an excited grin. She checked her by sliding her fingers into May leg cuffs. May looked towards Chris, her eyes looking embarrassed.

 

"Wet. I think I can fix that for you baby girl." Amy then leads the two outside of the mall and towards a mid 2010's Hummer. A deep blue with a sticker of a Mommy and little girl holding hands on the back. It was one of those white stick figures stickers.

 

Amy opened the truck door and revealed a purple car seat sitting in the back. It was girly and wear Chris knew May was forced to ride in. "Come on May, let's get this over with." May walked over and let Amy place her in the car seat. She didn't struggle. Just sat there in her wet diaper and went with it as she did many times before.

 

Amy then looked at Chris. "I, unfortunately, don't have a car seat for you. Thankfully, Your Momma is gonna get one for you." She smiled like there was something funny. "Don't think you're any older than May. I'd say a little younger. Come on. We gotta move." She took Chris and strapped him in tight."

 

She then closed the door and entered the vehicle. She then started the truck and start driving around the parking lot. Amy was looking out the window trying to find someone. That was when she said it. "Got you.

 

She parked in front of a scratched-up 99 Volvo. Amy hoped out and walked over to the car. As she walked over, Chris got a good look at her ass. Plump, bubbly, and a cushion.

 

Amy knocked on the window and waited for it to come down. "Tory. Who do you think you are."

 

Tory heard Amy as she lowered the window. "You again? What's your problem."

 

Amy laughed at what she saw as audacity. "My problem? It's you with the problem. Your rudeness is the problem. I don't like being disrespected nor someone disrespecting those children." She pointed at Chris and May.

 

"Those are grown adults. What the fuck are you on. Fucking Karens." She said as she rolled up her window. "Move your car."

 

Amy put her hand in the window and pushed the window down. She didn't struggle one bit. Tory cool demeanor turns to one of worry.

 

"You look scared. I wasn't done with you. This is the problem. Rudeness. You have no manners or respect." A wicked smile appears on Amy's face. "I told you I'd teach you some manners...Luv."

 

Amy reached into the car with inhuman speed. She scratched Tory's cheek with her nails.

 

"Ouch." Tory said as she held her face. It stung, but only for a second. The burning quickly cooled and she felt the scratched area on her cheek tingle. She touched her cheek and touched it. It felt like fabric. Soft to the touch. She looked over at Amy. "What's happening?"

 

Amy didn't respond and start to attack her some more. She pulled the young woman by the hair and scratched her some more and slapped her across the face. "You little bitch. You'll get what you deserve. You'll get a taste of that ice cream you served."

 

Amy slide her hand into Tory's shirt and grabbed her decent size breast. Amy watched as parts of Tory's body transform to her delight. "This is what your piss attitude has earned you. Suffer knowing you'll be serving as her diaper. Stupid bitch."

 

Amy ran her nails what amounted to claws across her breast. Going lower down to scratch at her stomach. The young woman struggled and slapped at Amy with all she could.

 

Tory felt the burn and the cooling tingling coming next. She couldn't worry about that. Her face had tingles all over it. She caught a glimpse of herself in the car mirror. Her face was white and fabric-like. Her nose had diminished two 2 holes and a small fading dimple. Her lips were gone forever and her eyes looked like brown beads.

 

Tory's hair had started to transform in Amy's hands as it transformed into elastic. She felt her breast becoming padding and spreading. She wanted to cry but the tears she tried to make smelled of perfume and were soaked up and evaporated. "STOP!" She said in a raspy voice.

 

Amy laughed and let go of her hair and grabbed the girl by her neck and pinned her. "You're going to serve my baby girl again. Not sure how long you'll be on duty, but you get a long break afterward." Amy leaned in closer. "I thought of turning your rude little as since last week. And now that it's happening..." Amy sounded aroused. "there's nothing you can do about it you soft absorbent diaper."

 

Amy kissed her on the cheek and then let her neck go. She grabbed her arms next, not bothering to scratch them. Her power was running through her. She was hers to shape and play with. Tory would become a diaper. It was fated now. Her arms deflated and turned white. They thinned quickly in Amy's hands. Her wide smile was on full display to poor Tory. "Imagine holding in someone's urine and mess. That being your very life. Doesn't it sound like fun...well not for the bitch going through it." Amy let out a haughty laugh.

 

Tory shivered. She tried to escape but as time passed she grew weaker and weaker. Her muscles turning fibers of cotton-like substance. She felt her hair melding together into something like a bonnet and plastic traveling down her back. "Please...someone...mommy."

 

"Mommy? Pathetic." Amy said as she opened up the car door. She grabs the diaper by the head and yanks on her. Tory is easily dragged out and Amy plops her fat bottom down on the warm seat. She sits Tory in her legs. Tory's legs spread open. With her hands, Amy went to work on the college student's lips. "I'm the only Mommy around here. Turn Tory. Become a diaper."

 

Chris watched from the van window in a soiled diaper. He couldn't take his eyes off the situation. He watched it all again. A woman being transformed into a diaper. He watched her her face became white and soft. Her hands are nothing but flaps. "I wish I could help her. They can't just do this."

 

"They can and they will." May spoke up looking from her game. She had a stoic dissipation. She seemed not at all phased by the body modification going on a few feet away. "That chick is a diaper. It's unavoidable."

 

"It's evil." He thought of Pam. How he had wet her. Ruin her body with filth. She had been reduced to a diaper and he needed to use the bathroom again. He didn't want to piss into her already soiled body.

 

"And better them than us." She turned her head back to her phone. "So I take it the diaper you got on is your first?" May asked.

 

"Yeah. I'm trying to no use her." Chris said as Amy entered the girls car after yanking her half-diaper body out of it. She had thrown the girl in her lap. He watched as Amy licked her fingers as to legs squirmed wide open.

 

Tori wish she could fight back but she was at her mercy. She felt Amy invade her lips and take away more of her dignity. Her fingers were like magic and she shuttered at Amy's handiwork. The arousal only forced it to speed up and change. Her slit sealed up and her legs turned into mere white flaps like her arms.

 

Amy laughed as the once beautiful girl will die out and stop resisting. She couldn't fight anymore as it was pointless. She would simply tire out and transform anyway. She was a diaper.

 

Amy grabbed the gigantic diaper and peaked at the plastic backing. To see the cute images on the diapers plastic back. It was ice cream cones all over it. Sprinkles too. It was a hot mess of a design. "I love it. You're going to be the greatest diaper ever."

 

"I don't want to use her. She's a person. If I do that, then I'd be some monster. A murderer." Chris explained.

 

"Murderer? No. You aren't. They're fucked the moment those witches set their eyes on them. Their diapers. There's nothing anyone can do about it." May retorted. "I've done it enough times. I should know."

 

Tory's tits hung upside down and nipples erect. They had turned white and padded. Her dark nipples become white and soft. Losing details and sinking. Her stomach was padding and her skin had pinched up on the side. They were becoming elastic just like what was going on with the top of her head.

 

Tory could barely see but her sense of touch had multiplied. Her inner thighs were white and padded. Amy had grabbed Tory's leg and licked it and sucked on her toes. They began to instantly transform. They flatten and plastic. Tory's toes becoming sticky tapes.

 

Tory looked on in horror knowing this was her end. She watched Amy reduce the other leg to nothing. It became easier to see with her breast shrinking and becoming padding. The change felt good, but the misery of her fate had been chipping at her. Being used for her intended purpose. It was frightening.

 

"Well, I can't! I just can't! Not again!" Chris yelled. "I'm not that cruel."

 

"Cruel? Maybe it's a blessing. Mommy told me the diapers don't mind being used. The want it. I've even had dreams. They thanked me."

 

Chris thought back to his dream of Pam. Her dirty apartment with needles across the table. Her joy at her becoming a diaper. Her want to be used completely and to serve Moriah will. It was obvious. "Mind control. Their making them say that."

 

May rolled her eyes. He was just in denial of the truth. She lived this for a far longer time. May grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up. "Look at this. Wet." Chris begrudgingly looked at the wet diaper she wore and watched it start to bulge slightly more. "Easy. Filling them up is as easy as that. It's us or them. And they're already out." Chris grimace and looked back to Amy.

 

Tory felt her back start to bend in two sections. She smelt an intense smell of something sweet. Like candy or ice cream. She felt her limbs, now flaps retracting. She felt Amy's hands now on her torso, which was now padding. Her thumbs under the elastic. She pulled and stretched with a sultry look.

 

"You're just about there. Soon you'll be fit to serve." Amy played with the diaper's elastic as it started to fold as the dimples that were left of Tori vanished. She smiled at the satisfaction of her completed masterpiece. The diaper started to shrink and lose mass quickly until it was resting on the thick thighs of Amy. Her nails tapped on it as she looked down at the finished art project. She was delighted.

 

Amy grabbed the fresh diaper and stepped out of the car. She sniffed the diaper and almost got high off the fragrance. "You're better off as my plaything. A sweet diaper for babies." She laughed and smile widely. She walked back to the car seeming far more wicked now.

 

Amy jumped back into her truck and showed the diaper to the kids sitting in the back. "Doesn't this diaper look splendid?"

 

Chris shuttered and could only stare at the poor woman-turned diaper. It was decorated with ice cream-related things like cones and sprinkles. She was stuck in such an embarrassing form and her fate even worse.

 

May gave a smile and shook her head. "I'm wet." She said casually. She really was fine with wearing that thing. Amy then notice Chris staring intently at the diaper.

 

"Yeah, that's the ice cream girl. She's better now. Want to touch it? This diaper is still warm. Just changed." She giggled. She pushes the plastic-shelled woman into his face.

 

"No!" She yelled out trying to back up into the chair.

 

"Don't be like that. It's just a diaper...like the one your Mommy put on you. Told me not to change you. To bad. I know you could use it." She took the diaper away and shoved it into the diaper bag. "When's the last time you went boy?" Her blue eyes squared on him.

 

Chris blushed. "I don't see why I have to answer that." He responded.

 

"Such a petulant child. And for someone sitting in piss." She said smugly as she began to drive off. If she had cared to look around, the wicked woman would have seen a camera off in the corner. Its lens directly on the transformation that had taken place.

 

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Moriah walked inside to the toy store. Waiting for her like a gift was her prey. The Gorgeous girl soon to be cute diaper. Yet, Moriah could wait. No here. Someone could see and she wanted to enjoy this. To have some Fun.

 

Moriah walked up to Huguette, and referred to her as her newly christened name. "Thanks for wait Huggies. I'd love to get you all cute and thick, but I'd like some privacy. How about we swing to your place?"

 

"Sure thing. We can go to my place." Huguette responded. "We can even walk there. Its only 5 miles-"

 

"Quiet. I'll take us. You'll tell me. Just stay quiet until I speak to you gorgeous. Then I'll get you fixed up right. Okay, Huggies? Now follow me to my car, and don't forget to clock out too. You're quiting right."

 

Huggies smiled and nodded. She walked over to her time clock and clocked out.he w= She turned to see Moriah leaving her and she ran to catch up with her. She wouldn't want to get left behind.

 

Moriah and Huggies took Moriah black Toyota and drove to Huguette's home. It was a modest home. Metal fence. Green grass. A orange Mustang outside. One look at it and it confirmed that she lived with family. How would she do this? Huggies was going to fit her new name by the end of this.

 

They entered the humbled abode and took a liking to the homely kitchen. She snatched an apple when she walked pass the table and took a bite. The walked through the living room and Moriah notice family photos.

 

She noticed the 3 cute women in the same age range as Huggies. She bit the apples and examine them. They all looked similar, the sister shared the same sporty body type more or less. Moriah wanted them. She then noticed the parents. Two smucks. One fat guy and and Okay looking wife. She was up there but still in good shape. Moriah could soften that up for her. "So where's everyone else?"

 

"Mom and Dad should be at work. My sisters should either be home or out and about. I think one is home." She replied as she lead Moriah to her room. She knocked on a door across. "Crystal! You home. I brought a friend over."

 

"What!" a voice yelled out. "I'm trying to reach Diamond rank on Master Duel with Heroes. Shitty no negate deck. Streaming Sis. Can't talk." The sister responded.

 

"That's Crystal for you." Huggies then lead Moriah into her room. She then moved to close the door but felt Moriah grab her hand.

 

"No. Leave it open."

 

"Okay...but what if my sister see's us." Huggies nervously asked.

 

"So? What do I care?" Moriah responded as she started to get undressed. Removing her hot pants and crop top. She set down her baby bag on the floor and removed her phone from the pouch. She set it up on the girl's dresser. It was recording. "You'll want this recorded. It's going to be that hot huggies."

 

Huggies watched as Moriah striped naked and showed of her buxom body. She was beautiful. Her smooth rich brown skin and erect nipples stuck out at her. Black beauty. Huggies decided her sister be damned. Huggies was removing her clothes. Unbuttoning her work clothes and throwing them about until she was naked. "Okay..." She was still nervous. "You said it will feel good right? To be a diaper?"

 

"Yes. Once the change begins, you'll have a wave to ride." Moriah said as she stepped closer and grabbed Huggies by her hand and pulled her closer. In that same movement she had tossed the girl on the bed.

 

Moriah nails touched on her bottom red lip as she saw huggies on the bed. She was the equivalent of a blank canvas. She would make her gorgeous. The cute girl before her would be reduced to a thick adult diaper.

 

Huggies look up at Moriah. She was strong and hot. She watched as Moriah placed a knee on the bed and crawled over her. Her large breast dragged across her smaller body and tits. Nipple crossing nipple. It felt good.

 

Huggie felt her face be gripped and turned to look at Moriah. She felt lips pressed against her check for a long few seconds. She was left with a red kiss on face. Moriah the touched Huggie at her waist side and pinched her skin. It hurt first then it went warm and painful to pleasurable.

 

Moriah played with the texture of her toys skin. The pinched skin turned to plastic elastic leak guards. She pulled on the former skin the it start to drag out more blue elastic from her waist in a straight line. She then gripped the elastic tighter and pulled harder. She was pinching the skin on the other side of the torso until it too was being pulled on. White cotton guards fully popped free.It start an infectious change to her skin. Her sandy brown skin was turning white and fabric like.

 

"OOOH!" Moaned Huggies at what Moriah just did. "Oh my god. You didn't even touch me clit!" Huggies said in shock. She then felt hand instantly there and it being rubbed. "Oh my!"

 

"So talkative. It's that nice. Your smooth skin. So soft. That sweet little warm clit...better off as padding." As Moriah rubbed it the clit turned from flesh to padding. It cause Huggies to stir with excitement. Her legs kicking with pleasure. It spread across her pelvis and down her legs, but slowly.

 

Moriah kept playing with her victim until she felt the tightening on her fingers. "You won't need that anymore. Let it become softness."

 

She felt her clit being treat with extreme pleasure until it started to subside. She felt her lips melding close like they were never present. It felt good in a way, but she really was being changed. She could feel the tingling across her lower body.

 

Moriah looked at the top half of Huggies and pinched her nipple and watched her plaything moan with pleasure. "Like the huggies? But those nips aren't going to do you no well." Moriah pinched another tit. Huggies bit her lip in pleasure. "I"m gonna have to reduce those little titty to padding. Gotta use all we can to get a diaper with some bulk to it." Her nipples turned pale and soft. The nipples forms and texture flatten as the same effect spread out.

 

Huggies was lost in pleasure at Moriah handing out. Her legs and ass above her. Those beautiful large tits one her. Huggies want to touch her. Fondle the massive tits on her. She reach up and grabbed it...she felt a hand slap her away.

 

"I touch you diaper. Those are reserved for one special somebody. And you aren't really anybody?" She said callously but with the usual sweetness.

 

Huggies looked at Moriah with a moment of clarity. In the midst of her euphoria she heard something that drew her out. "I'm not anybody? I'm Huguette, I'm Huggie. People know me. I'm going-" She felt her hand transforming. It flattening and fingers fusing together. The sudden change was distracting. As they became sticky and translucent, her wrist turned to plastic and thinned.

 

"Going to turn into a adorable huggies just the perfect size for my big baby. That's what happen to Huggies. You old name. We decided that wasn't any good." Moriah tapped the woman's other hand and the same thing happen. Huggies moaned again in responses. Her mid section was becoming more and more padding. Moriah decided to rest he ass on her. The diaper screamed.

 

"OH MY GOD! I'm Huggies! I FORGOT." Clarity left her once again.

 

"It's okay. Diapers just need to be soft, absorbent, full of fluff. You're on a good direction for just that." Moriah took her hands placed it on Huggie's chest and pressed. Her hand soon started to sink into her flesh like padding. Her tits were mounds of padding with ever decreasing height. Soon they'd be eaten way and added to the softness of the diaper form.

 

It felt orgasmic being touched and pressed into. She didn't want it to stop. She heard a quiet crinkle as she shivered from the euphoria. It was getting a little louder by the second. She soon realize it was her. Diapers crinkle and that was the plastic on her back forming. "I'm becoming a diaper. For you."

 

"For my baby really. He'll be ruining that awfully soft padding of yours." Moriah remove her had and fixes hair hair.

 

"Not for you? For that man." Huggie said sounding dishearten. She loved Moriah. She needed Moriah's touch. "I'll just try for you next time."

 

Moriah snicked. She would break the news gentle. "Sweetie. You're a diaper. You don't choose who you get worn by, ever. I don't need diapers. The baby is. And there's no trying this sweetie. You won't be going back to your old life." Moriah smiled softly and with satisfied eyes. "You'll be stuck as a delightful diaper forever. When this is all over, I'll grab you cute sisters too. I need the family pack." Moriah revealed.

 

The information broke the malaise over Huggie, no Huguette, what had she been thinking. She was open minded, but become an object because somw hot lady offers was insanity. But the idea was still strong. Being a diaper that is. "Crystal! Help!" The diapering girl screamed.

 

"Yeah call her. I can do her now. Your fate is plastic and fluff." Moriah reached for Huggies padded stomach and grabbed it tight with both hands. She then started rustling and fluffing it while looking her victim directly in the eye. She smiled gleefully as her victim eyes rolled back as she fluffed her padding stomach.

 

"CRYSTAL! HELP!" She screamed in ecstasy. Cotton like material instantly shot up her throat and the curse started to change her face. Her backside had plastic on it and was fusing with her hair. Her legs shapes had flatten and become blue. Her shoulders broke down and started being dragged into the padding. Her skin changing to soft padding.

 

Moriah heard the door opening. She turned her torso and looked back at Huggie's sister. They met eyes. She had a clear view of what was happening. Her sister morphed in such a distorted way. She was diaper but in a human shape with a face and some hair. "Huguette!"

 

Crystal was a more top heavy version of Huguette. She was a little chubby with light brown skin, brown hair with blonde highlights in it and the same eyes. She came out in just her panties and a Wonder Woman shirt. She was served up like a delicious meal for Moriah. A pig roasted on a flame.

 

Crystal ran to stop get Moriah off. She grabbed the naked woman and through her of her sister. Moriah went with the girl when she threw her. She wanted Crystal to get a good look at her sister's new purpose. She looked at the camera when she stood up and winked.

 

"What's has she done to you Huguette! What are you so soft! This isn't flesh. Why is it spread over you!" All these questions. She saw her sisters eyes rolled back and fluff spilling out her mouth. Her neck was gone and most of her face. The front of it was still left. It was still obvious who it was. Her light brown skin had turned pale white and padding before her sisters eyes. "What is this!"

 

Crystal tried to pull the strings of cotton out her mouth but nothing she did could removed it. It was closing up and the cotton was slurped out likes pasta. Crystal held her sister in her hands and her face faded away. Eyes rolled back in the very padding. What was left was a giant diaper. One that was crinkling and shrinking.

 

Crystal looked down on her sister turned diaper with disbelief. Its design was of some outer space setting. It was solid blue color with Comets, stars, moons and suns. A red kiss mark was also left on the diaper as well. "Turn her back. Fix her."

 

Moriah laughed. Turn her back? You mean It back, that's a diaper your holding. Fixing would mean something about that diaper is broken." Moriah walked over and snatched the diaper by what was once its head. Moriah was far too quick for Crystal to stop her from taking her sister. She took a look at the inner padding and shoved her nose inside. "YUMMY! This diaper smells perfect. She then tossed the helpless diaper.

 

The look on the naked woman was an all to gleeful smile. Watching Moriah just snort her scent like that was disrespectful. Moriah placed her dirty nose on her helpless sister. All the terrible stuff that could happen to hear while she was like that. She had to stop this.

 

Crystal hopped of the the bed and tried to strike Moriah. She then felt a hand on her big breast and squeezing of here tit. "Honk Honk" Moriah responded. She felt herself be thrown back on the bed. Moriah had hopped on Crystal and pulled her black hair out of her face. "What do you thinks going to happen here sweetie?" Moriah looked over at the diaper on the floor. "Your sister has a great idea of what it is." She laughed as she leaned closer. Lips to lips.

 

Crystal could smell her breath. She air from her nostrils. She then felt soft warm lips touch hers. A spark shot through her as she felt a tongue slide into her mouth as her head was cupped. She was jittering do to her fear. She'd never kissed a girl before, and feared ending up like her sister.

 

The force make out session continued on until Moriah could feel Crystal's face changing. Crystal's soft lips turned info padding. The color of her lips seeped away. Moriah felt the inside of the girls mouth become dry. Her teeth embed away in her fabric-white gums. Moriah pulled her back by the hair and looked her in the eyes. "You're a bad kisser. Hope you're a better diaper."

 

Crystal felt her mouth changing and her face. She reached into her short pockets and pulled out her iphone. "AHH! Siri! Call- She felt the magic touching her throat and drying it up. "Maaa..aa."

 

The cellphone replied "Sorry, I can't hear you."

 

"Siri. Call Mom." Moriah spoke with her ever present smile.

 

"Calling Mom." In that moment Crystal regretted calling her mother. Something was off. Moriah's voice was altered. It almost sounded like Huguette. It rings for a few seconds. "Yes. Crystal. Hello?" Crystal tried to speak but it all was cracking of her throat.

 

"Mommy! It's Crystal. She needs you. I need you. There's been an accident. Don't tell Dad. Please." Moriah imitated voice jaw dropped Crystal. She felt the muscles and bone becoming soft and white.

 

"Fine. It better be an actual situation. I'll leave Dad in the dark for now." The Mother said sealing her doom in Moriah mind.

 

"Hurry Mom." Moriah said before hanging up. "I can almost taste her." Moriah said in the fallen sisters voice. "But I'll go back to getting you comfortable." Moriah had started speaking like her self again.

 

Still holding Crystal by her curly hair and she caressed the unfortunate girl's cheek. It was cotton like, soft, and warm. All the lower part of her face and just below the eyes was white padding.

 

Moriah then reached into the Crystals shirt and grabbed her tit and squeezed it until its skin soften and became fabric. It become like a giant ball of fluff in her hand. Her fleshy hard nipple soften and shrunk away into the padded breast. It felt great, but Moriah mad sure she saw it by ripping off her shirt. So fast it burnt poor Crystal. The pain she felt became tingles. Parts of her shoulders and arm started to change.

 

"Crystal. Don't be scared. You still have those ears. You can hear. You body will go on to do some good. Being a diaper is a gift. Holding accidents and soaking it deep into yourself is fun. There's a boy who's learning to use diapers as his toilet. You'll be a potty mark on his way to diaper dependency. Isn't that great? How sexy that sounds. You and your sister bloated with mess from my baby boy! Forever. Excited?"

 

Crystal screamed but her mouth a closes up. She tried to break away but it was a waste of energy. Her breast had become diaper and is was spreading to the other, Her face continued to whiten. All color drained from it as it was all padding now. Her eyes had sunk inside the padding. You could see her wanting to cry as she imagine what Moriah had described. Two soiled diaper full of mess. It made her padding and skin crawl.

 

She wanted to scream for help. She wish it would stop she frantically looked around. Her field of vision was getting smaller. She felt her shoulder becoming padding. It spreading up against her neck. Her arms were almost limp and just twitching. Her fingers were turning blue and fusing. A plastic sheen covered them as they thin down together. Her hand went under the same transformation.

 

Moriah put Crystal face first into the bed and held her there. With her nails, Moriah clawed down the diaper-girls back. She squealed with excitement as Crystal's skin tighten and crinkled. A beautiful sheen of plastic came about as it turned blue. The images of comets and stars started to appear. The exact same pattern as Huguette.

 

Crystal knew the pattern appearing on her. It only let her fate sink deeper in for her. She'd be a diaper soon enough. It was hopeless. Her Mother wouldn't be able to help her.

 

Moriah let her hair go once she felt Crystal stop struggling. It had started to fuse with her plastic back. Strand by strand. Crystal had stopped breathing all together. Her nose had vanished into the soft padding and diaphragm had completely changed. Moriah stepped away and start to get dressed again. "Hey, You guys got any thing to drink? I'm thirsty." She asked rhetorically as she slid her thong up her ass. She exited the room and went towards the kitchen. She needed dairy. Delicious dairy.

 

Crystal was kicking her legs as the terrible change continued. It was all she could do. Her neck was vanishing and hair becoming plastic strands. Her arms now useless and shoulders were fusing with her head. Soon she wouldn't hear anything. Even with all this fear running throughout her, she lazily thought about being peed into. Her padding soaked with warm wet pee. "Disgusting!" She told herself but deep down she felt something else too.

 

Moriah was pouring herself a handsome cold glass of milk. She had worked up a bit of a sweat dealing with the diapers. She was sipping milk in her thong while examining the family photos. Moriah had claimed 2 of them. And the Mother was coming home soon. The other sister and the Father won't ever understand how lucky they are.

 

Crystal vagina had started to close as it had bleached and puffed. Her legs were getting weak and soon started acting dead. She struggled to move her toes. She felt her back creaking and her bending upwards like a bow sort of. Her legs thinned and she could feel it. The loss of mass and shifting of senses. "Damn it!!!" Crystal though as she heard a door open and her Mother scream. Her ears vanished then. Her head had completely fused with her torso and made the classic diaper shape as did her legs with a split.

 

Moriah stood there. Tits out and drinking milk. "Sup." She spoke.

 

The Mother screamed. "Who are you? Where are my babies!"

 

Moriah almost laughed. "Diapers. You should refer to them as diapers now. It's the PC thing to Do."

 

"What the hell are you talking about? Diapers? Is this one of Lex's fucking crazy whores. You aren't allowed in the house. Where is he? And my daughters!" The angry woman yelled. She was lean. Somewhere in her 40's. Still strong. Might have been an athlete back in the day. She resembled her daughters.

 

"Okay, Calm down. I'll take you to them. In their rooms. Relaxing. I showed them one hell of a time. Take a look."

 

The Mom walked right into Moriah and knocked the glass out of her hand. It cracked on the floor. She then grabbed her by the hair and pulled on it, leading Moriah towards her daughters location. Moriah scream like a little pansy. Begging for her not to get hurt.

 

When the Mother looked inside the room, all she saw was diapers and clothing. She recognized her children's clothing instantly. She question the diapers. "What the fuck were you doing in here whore." She yanked Moriah hair.

 

"Ouch! I just gave them a little kiss. And fingered one of your daughters." She laughed before break free and pushing the Mother into the room. She landed on one of the diapers. Warm to the touch. Odd.

 

"What have you done with my daughters!" The Mother screamed standing up.

 

"I told you. No one ever listens to me. Diapers. Their diapers. Soft and beautiful diapers. Waiting for some real filling." She said with a depraved grin. This was good. It got her thinking about the past. When she saw all her friends get turned into diapers by Prophet Silvia.

 

The Mother got even madder. "Those are diapers! Why are those even here. I want my daughters. Not some stupid diapers!"

 

Moriah pouted. "Don't call them stupid? Diapers are smart. That why I made them out of those smart and pretty daughters of yours. And you. I want you to watch them get dirty." Moriah walked casually over to her. She pinned her down near her diaper daughter and kissed her.

 

The Mother felt her hair fusing together into two big ovals. Her arms lost feeling as they swelled and changed from brown skin to grey fabric. Same with legs. Her hands became that of an amputee as the transformation took them away. She would never hold a thing again. Her felt her stomach expanding and cotton stands shooting up her throat. A tear started running down her eyes. She felt the tear dry up as her brown eyes harden into plastic.

 

When all was said and done. Moriah had gotten redressed and had place the two diapers in her bag. Holding by the collar by a bow tie was a large bunny rabbit. A stuffed one. A teddy bear. She had caught it all on video. She'd have one hell of a film for Amy.