Ikuko walked into the preschool classroom pushing her oldest child Usagi, who was strapped into a stroller. The blue haired woman lifted her teen baby from the infantile conveyance and perched her onto her hip while she greeted the caretaker, Mrs. Junko. The teacher and mother exchanged pleasantries and while Usagi grew fussy. The diapered blond spotted her friends at a nearby table, chatting amongst themselves and she wanted to join them so badly. She hated when the adults would talk and started whining loudly.
"It's okay, baby. Chibi will be here to pick you up later." Ikuko cooed as she lowered the teen baby to the ground and turned to face the teacher.
"The girls all seem to be fussy this morning, Mrs.Tsukino. I'm not sure what's gotten into them." The teacher explained as Usagi started toddling off to be with her friends.
"I hope my little meatball head doesn't give you any trouble." Ikuko replied while handing the teacher a diaper bag filled with various toys, supplies and a few snacks.
Usagi wandered out of earshot of the two adults and continued to waddle to her friends who were in the middle of their own conversation. The closer she got, the more apparent that Sailor Mars and Makoto weren't in good moods. The scouts at the table were pointing at their various infantile garb and complaining. She noticed that Rei was dressed in her overalls and a pink shirt, sporting a huge bulge around her butt and crotch. The fact that one of her best friends was dressed like an overgrown three year old didn't bother the blond who walked spastically towards the table, on uncoordinated legs.
"You have no idea how bizarre my dream was." Rei started. "I was a grown up last night and all of you were there. We were having a sleepover and we all wore big girl clothes and panties. Then, there was some flash of light and I woke up. What's odd is that dream didn't feel like it was a dream. It felt right! This is what feels wrong!" Rei exclaimed and gestured at herself. "I don't normally sleep in some wooden cage wearing only a massive wad of cloth wrapped around my waist!"
"Huh, that's odd. I had the same dream. I woke up in this weird green legless shirt thing that you see me wearing now. When I started trying to get out of the crib, I had some stranger I had never seen before walk into my nursery, as she called it, and change my diaper." Makoto slapped her thickly padded ass to drive the point home.
"I had my grandfather change me." Rei replied, a blush burnrd brightly on her pale face. "Normally, I'd be sympathetic to your plight, but at least you had a stranger change your disposable. Not only was it incredibly degrading to have my own flesh and blood wipe my loins, but the damned omutsu style cloth made the whole affair last an eternity."
"Yeah." Matoko blushed. "My, huh, change was basically her untapping it, cleaning me and putting me back into another pair of pampers. Took like, maybe a minute at the most. The strange part is that I have these weird moments where I genuinely think that woman is my real mother."
Rei sighed in frustration as Usagi bumped into the table. All eyes were immediately upon her.
"So, Usagi, did you have any dreams last night?"
"Wah?" The normally aloof teen sat down in a small chair next to Makoto. "Nope, nod weally."
"Huh, well..." Rei was interrupted by a wail coming from the door. All the scouts turned their attention over to the front of the classroom where they saw Minako flailing her limbs wildly while her mother held her against her hip. Sailor Venus was only wearing a thick white pamper, a bib and a big red bow in her blond hair. Her mother apologized profusely to the teacher and let the bundle of fussy energy out of arms and onto the floor. Sailor Venus cowboy walked over to the table as best as she could. The diaper she wore caused her long legs to be bowed out and clumsy.
"I gotta rash!" Minako declared to her friends as she took her seat.
"I didn't need to know that." Rei retorted.
"Same here." Makoto added.
"You got a wash?" Usagi asked before adding, "My mommy gave me a tubby too!"
"No, I got a pain on my tushy!" Venus whined.
Before either of the two mature scouts could regain control of the conversation they noticed a unique sight, considering their surroundings. It was their friend, Ami, who walked into the room on her own two velcro clad feet wearing a modest pair of shorts and a uniform top similar to what Usagi had on. No real bulk was evident around her midsection, but she was leashed to her mother's hand by a toddler's reign that was secured over her chest. It was definitely degrading, but compared to the stroller Rei and Matoko had been pushed into the class in it was far more mature.
"Go have fun with your little friends." Mrs. Mizuno declared as she unbuckled the harness that had prevented her daughter from wandering off.
Makoto waved to Sailor Mercury. "Hey, Ami! Come over here and join us!"
The overgrown preschooler was more than happy to oblige despite her humiliating entrance. However, any shame she felt, quickly dissipated when she noticed what Minako and Usagi were wearing; thick pampers which were on display to anyone who wanted to see their underwear. 'At least I've got clothes on that cover my pull ups.' Ami thought to herself as she sat at the small table. Then she realized that she admitted to herself that she was happy to be wearing disposable underwear and couldn't help but blush.
Wanting to take her mind off of her training pants, Ami turned to her friends. "Hey guys, what's going on?"
"We were hoping that you could help us figure that out." Rei stated in a serious tone.
"Yeah, did you have a weird dream last night?" Makoto asked.
"This whole thing feels wrong; like a bad dream. Last night was such a fun party until that flash of light happened. The next thing I know, I am being woken up by my mom and asked if I had to go potty. Of course I did, but I didn't expect her to take me by the hand and make me sit on a potty chair." Ami hid her face after recalling the start of her day.
"What?!" All the girls at the table exclaimed in unison.
"I guess I'm undergoing potty training. I mean, I was a little wet, but I'm wearing pull ups unlike Usagi and Minako."
"Umm, I'm not exactly hiding my pampers over here." Makoto replied as she stood up and gestured at her bulging crotch.
"I too am wearing a diaper." Rei added as she joined Makoto in standing at the table.
"Oh, I'm sorry to see that. Why is your diaper so big, Rei? Ami asked, staring at the massive bulge that appeared to be bunched up underneath the girl's overalls.
"It's a cloth diaper. Curse the ways of tradition." The raven haired teen replied in a low voice.
"Attention, my special girls and all my other students!" The teacher's voice cut through the conversation, loud and direct, interrupting the scouts. "Who's ready for some fun?"
There were a few other children who must've arrived after the scouts and they made their presence known to the diapered teens as they cheered. The various children couldn't wait for the day's activities to begin while Rei, Ami and Makoto wanted nothing more than to figure out what was going on. Meanwhile, the two diapered blonds looked positively ecstatic to experience whichever event the teacher had planned for the class.
"I want two kids from each table to come get some paper and paint from me so we can start finger painting!" The teacher instructed, as she walked over to a vacant table on the far side of the room. The diapered teens noticed that said table was stacked high with paper, an assortment of jars filled full of various colors of paint and brushes. "We're going to paint pictures for your parents! Won't that be lovely?"
Usagi and Minako squealed and clapped their hands along with the rest of the class while they bounced on their pampered butts with great excitement. The more mature scouts looked bored and slightly annoyed by this development, but they would hopefully get a chance to talk about their memories of last night's events while they worked on their "assignment."
Ami looked at her blond friends who seemed to be genuinely enthusiastic about painting with their fingers while the other scouts either groaned or sat and waited for someone to volunteer from their table. Of course, Minako hopped up and walked her diapered ass over to the table full of art supplies where her "peers" were collecting paint and paper. Usagi, although excited, was too oblivious to even think about volunteering to gather the supplies needed to start finger painting.
So, Ami took it upon herself to help her friends, and the teacher, by gathering the art supplies to pass them out. The blue haired, teenaged preschooler had to admit that, no matter the circumstances, she'd always be a teacher's pet.
Rei and Matoko couldn't help but snicker amongst themselves as they watched the two teens, who towered over the other kids, pick up the art supplies. The diapered Sailor Venus thought only of the paint and happily picked up a few jars which contained a putty like paint substance. Ami on the other hand, realized that paper was just as important as the paint since without a canvas how could anyone paint a picture?
Soon all the children, including the overgrown teen toddlers, were busy swiping and twirling their fingers across their papers. They sat there creating random images with the main primary colors as their teacher made her rounds from table to table until she slowly walked past the scout's table. Her eye was immediately drawn to Ami's picture of a cat. It wasn't a Rembrandt, but considering Ami's newfound status and the fact she had painted it only using her fingers, it was still very impressive. The picture featured a bushy cat with four paws, a tail and a rather rich pair of vivid cat eyes that were staring out from a whiskered face. Mrs. Junko praised her star pupil by patting her on the head and picked up the picture to show the rest of the class.
"Children, Ami here has drawn a marvelous picture for her mommy. Do you know what it is?"
"Doggy!" Usagi blurted out as she looked up from her painting of a rather childish looking bunny. Her hands were covered in paint which also found a home on her face, thighs and even the front of her thick pamper had pink and yellow splotches dripping down it.
The teacher suppressed a chuckle as another student provided the correct answer. She gave Ami back the cat painting and walked past Minako, who was busy working on a picture of a nude guy as evident by the images "third leg." Even though it was a crudely painted image, it was obvious to the teacher that the blond was trying to create her ideal mate via paint.
"Minako, you naughty girl." The older woman admonished the teen. "Has your mommy been taking care of your needs like I told her to do last week?"
Venus could only look up at the woman with a confused expression on her face. She sat there, dumbfounded by the question and was unsure of what the old lady was talking about. "I, umm, I dunno what you're talking about..."
"Young lady, you know full well that I caught you rubbing your diaper last week in the middle of story time." Mrs. Junko fumed. "I specifically told your mother to handle that sort of thing outside of this classroom."
Before the stunned and mortified blond could reply, her painting was confiscated by the teacher. "Now, I am not going to tell you again to behave in my classroom, you boy crazy little girl!"
Rei, Ami and Matoko all felt bad for Minako. They knew that she had something of an obsession with the opposite sex, who didn't? However, to be made an example of and then to be chastised like that was too much for words. It was just a badly drawn stick figure with an extra appendage! Still, it got the girls, save for the oblivious Usagi, thinking about what happened last week and, by extension, their past.
Ami quickly frowned and looked absolutely crestfallen. Moments ago she was showered in praise for her work in front of the class, but now a series of negative memories flooded her thoughts. The most embarrassing was a distant memory of her failing kindergarten at the age of seven after being held back multiple times. It seemed that couldn't master the most basic scholarly ideas and was demoted to this very class where, according to her memories, she had resided with her friends for roughly the past decade.
Matoko tol was bombarded by countless images of herself being changed by various babysitters in very public areas: picnic tables in the park, fast food restaurant play places and even in this very classroom! She shook the dark images away and started painting a triangle hoping to make a pair of adult panties on her piece of paper.
Rei had just finished her painting of her home and decided to meditate while the rest of her team reveled in their childish activities. She focused her mind and went into a deep calm to help herself analyze some thoughts and distant memories which seemed to conflict with her teenaged babyhood. The raven haired teen could vividly recall being a warrior and fighting evil as if it had just happened last week.
"Okay kids!" Mrs. Junko yelled. "It's recess time!"
Unfortunately, Rei lost her level of focus due to this announcement, but she did feel like she had learned something important. She stood up and followed the other scouts to the exit and onto the playground.
As the teen made their way out of the classroom Matoko noticed that Minako's diaper was drooping on the teen. "Hey, Minako. I think you need to adjust your huggies. They're riding a bit low."
Minako hiked up her sagging huggies until they were stretched tightly over her crotch and looked back at her friend. "Your just jealous that I'm the only one that can make this look good." The narcissistic blond slapped her pampered ass and stuck out her tongue like a child.
"That's nice, Minako." Usagi replied absentmindedly while she pulled at her top. The material of her uniform felt warm and itchy against her skin. Even though it wasn't quite noon, the teen baby was starting to sweat and needed to cool herself off. She finally abandoned all sense of modesty by pulling her cumbersome uniform top over her head and stood there in just her thick, white disposable diaper. However, that too soon fell to the floor, joining the rest of her uniform, after Usagi tipped it off of her crotch and dropped it to the ground without a care in the world.
The stunned scouts all gazed at their nude compatriot in shock. Ami and Rei couldn't believe their eyes and quickly looked away due to their own modesty. Matoko and Minako simply stared and finally the awkward silence of the moment was broken by a single question.
"Usagi? Why are you naked?" Sailor Jupiter asked.
"I'm too hot in those icky clothes. Feels better to be nakkie!"
"You could have just taken a drink of water from the fountain to cool off." Ami stated as she stared at the ground.
Usagi honestly didn't know what to say. In her infantile mind, she came to the simple conclusion that the only way to cool off was to take off her clothes and diaper.
"Usagi!!" An authoritarian sounding voice called out from the doorway of the preschool class.
The scouts all turned around to see a very angry teacher briskly walking up to their group. Mrs. Junko wasn't a very tall woman, but at that moment she looked like a giant to the scouts; They were literally afraid of a woman who was about their height and body type who wore granny glasses. Ami and Rei quickly created a gap for their rapidly approaching teacher so that the woman could reach Usagi.
To Be Continued...
This incredibe piece of art was drawn by Aweye. All rights are his, but I just wanted to post it because it creares a perfect image that complements the first part of Diapered Deception.
Usagi felt absolutely ecstatic tonight. It was going to be a great night that was for sure! Her parents were currently out with friends and said thst they weren't going to be back until around midnight or so. She had the entire house to herself.
The blond Odango haired teen, finished picking out her favorite romantic DVDs to watch with her friends. Usagi had everything her friends would like, potato chips, poki sticks, soda and numerous other choices of junk food to snack on. She currently wore a pair of matching pink pajama bottoms and pink top with white polka-dots.
A knock at her bedroom door made the leader of the Scouts turn around and that's when she saw Rei Hino, one of her closest friends, standing in front of the slightly ajar door. Her soft, pale skin tone made her stand out in a crowd. Her rich, black locks framed those brown doe eyes perfectly. To top it all off, she wore a loose, white laced, sleeveless pajama top, showing her belly button and a pair of loose fitting pajama pants. Her bedtime attire looked absolutely adorable on her.
"Hi, Rei!" Usagi smiled holding a few DVDs."
"Don't tell me that all we're going to do is watch TV." Rei wondered aloud.
The pigtailed Senshi sweat dropped.
"Umm, no. I mean, we'll do other fun stuff besides watch movies."
Before Rei could reply she was interrupted by Minako and Ami who were in the middle of a conversion as they walked into the room together.
"I just got dumped yesterday. So, I really need this. Hopefully, Usagi picked out a good romcom with a cute lead." The blond scout wore her hair in short bangs in the front and left it long and flowing in the back. She sported a baggy, collared pajama top with matching bottoms. Both featured blue stripes running vertically down them.
"You've gone through more boys than I have read books, but I hope you're right. I hope tonight is fun." Ami smiled as she followed behind her friend. She wore a matching light blue top and bottom that made her short azure hair stand out.
"Minako, Hoshi dumped you?" Usagi asked.
"Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it. Can we watch a movie?" The blond with the red bow in her hair asked, hoping to take her mind off of her latest break up with a good movie.
"Come on, girls. We can do better than that. Who wants to go up against me in Tekken?!" Makoto announced as she held up the newest copy of the game.
The night was filled with girl talk and plenty of snacking while Makoto handed out a digital ass whooping to any scout who attempted to play against her. Only Usagi could come close to give the girl in green shorts and a tiny green t-shirt a challenge even though Rei was the one with a background in martial arts. Sadly, that knowledge didn't translate into the video game and she couldn't match Jupiter's martial arts prowess. However, Usagi was giving Makoto a damn good match as the two fought diligently, Usagi was mashing the controller with everything she had, but before the match could be decided, the television went black.
"Hey?! What happened?!" Makoto looked around the room and noticed that the windows were filled with a blinding white light.
"I was about to win!!" Usagi whined.
"What's going on out there?" Minako asked as her fellow scouts ran over to the window.
The scouts looked out the window, searching for the cause of the disturbance when everything started to feel weird. Time suddenly stopped to a stand still as the light enveloped the scouts and caused each girl to pass out simultaneously.
A lone figure, originally obscured by darkness stepped out of the shadows and grinned as they watched each girl fall to the floor. "Phase one, complete. Now I just need to enact the spell on them and mold them to the master's design."
---The Next Day---
Usagi awoke early and shrugged off her sleep induced stupor before she opened her eyes and gazed around at her surroundings; Bars were immediately to her left and right. The strange wooden beams were encompassing her mattress and giving her the peace of mind to sleep well, knowing that she wouldn't be able to fall out of her crib. A mobile spun above her head and she couldn't help but reach up to bat at it. After a few minutes, the blond haired, teenaged baby grew bored with swinging her hands at the mobile and rolled over onto her side to play with the Baby Activity Set that was attached to the side of her crib's rail. As she rolled over she felt her thick diaper squelch underneath her shifting form as she continued sucking on her big pink pacifier.
Sailor Moon ignored the soggy warmth cradling her bottom as she hit buttons on the Activity Set. Even though the toy was meant for ages one to three, the blond sat in deep concentration, manipulating the various buttons on the activity set, as the door to her room opened and in walked Ikuko Tsukino; her mother. The dark blue haired mother wore a dark purple nightgown, made of silk, which clung fairly tightly to her maternal body and showed off her bountiful bosom. When Usagi saw her mommy appear out of the corner of her eye, she lit up and rolled over to lean against the side rail of the crib, reaching out her arms to be lifted up.
Ikuko grinned. "Good morning, my widdle Meatball head. How's Mommy's big baby doing?" Not expecting an answer, the mother picked up her teen sized baby and sat the blond onto her hip. She gently pushed the nipple of a big bottle of baby formula into the blond's mouth, holding it in position until her baby took over.
Usagi grabbed the bottle with both of her hands and greedily started suckling the nipple, drawing forth the delicious contents of her baba in a hurried fashion. The warm baby formula flowed down the baby brained teenager's throat. It tasted so good to the oversized infant. The girl couldn't process much, but she knew she was very thirsty and this rich formula definitely was what she needed to quench her thirst. The girl was so thirsty from her deep sleep that she didn't even notice that a trickle of formula was leaking out of her mouth and had dribbled down her chin.
While the pigtailed blond sucked on her bottle, Ikuko carried her to the huge changing table and laid her down onto the soft, padded surface. The mother of two quickly pulled the zipper down on Usagi's fleece pink sleeper and exposed her big bulky pamper that was deeply tinged by a yellow stain. With years of practice, she stuck two fingers into the leg hole of Usagi's pamper and they were immediately drenched which was not unexpected. After all, her little Meatball head had failed potty training so many times during the last decade that she didn't even know why the school kept trying to potty train her.
"Let's get you out of this sopping wet pamper." Ikuko cooed as she stripped Usagi of her fleecy sleep suit, causing the blond to shiver slightly from the chill of the morning air. Still, the teen focused on her baba while her legs were lifted skyward and the saturated pamper was peeled from her cute bottom. Luckily for both mother and oversized infant, there was no rash present. Ikuko hated the thought of her child suffering from a diaper rash. Without delay, her mom poured powder down onto the scout's crotch and with expert swiftness, she laid out a new pamper and Sailor Moon found herself secured into a fresh new pair of pampers.
By the time Sailor Moon was taped into her new diaper she was already finished with her bottle and Ikuko lifted her up and started to pat her back.
"Make burpies for mama." Ikuko encouraged her big baby to burp as she patted the blond teen baby's back. This produced a loud belch from Usagi as a bit of spit up landed on Ikuko's shoulder. The older woman couldn't help herself as she openly laughed, cradling her baby against her body; her daughter was too cute sometimes.
Usagi grinned widely, overjoyed that her mother was happy and giggled. Both shared a close embrace, a touching moment filled with love and affection for each other, before Usagi was carried out of the nursery and taken to the kitchen, nude save for her large pamper. Ikuko sat her into a massive, white plastic high chair which stood triumphantly in the kitchen.
Mrs. Tsukino went to the fridge and brought out some a jar of pureed baby slop. Sure, all the teachers over the years had said that Usagi should be eating more age appropriate food, like her peers, but Ikuko preferred feeding her daughter fruit and veggies in the form of baby food; she liked it and so did Usagi. Who cared if her daughter's one friend from school was eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while drinking from a sippy cup? She was also walking around in Pull Ups! Obviously, she was much more advanced than her little Meatball headed baby girl.
"Here comes the train!" Ikuko sang as she reached out with a large baby spoon filled with fruity mush. However, she paused when she realized something wasn't quite right even though Usagi still leaned forward, trying to bite at the spoon which was just out of her reach.
"I almost forgot your bib." Ikuko chuckled as she watched her oldest child try to bite the plastic spoon. With a smile one her face, Ikuko retrieved a large plastic baby bib with a crescent moon decal on the center of it and draped the large bib over her daughter's boobs.
The mother sat down next to her daughter and started feeding the teen infant. Within minutes, the mashed up baby food covered the tray, bib and much of Sailor Moon's face. Usagi was even scooping the baby food off of the tray once her mother ran out of the tasty paste and was eating it with her hands; she was getting the slop all over the place, on the floor, her hands, arms and her chin, along with most of her face. Mrs. Tsukino stood up and ran some warm water onto a washcloth and then proceeded to clean the dirty girl up.
Once that seemingly endless task was accomplished, Mrs. Tsukino made herself a cup of coffee and prepared a small breakfast for herself.
Meanwhile while her mommy was busy making a small breakfast, Usagi sat in her high chair; a giant plastic throne for the Princess of the Moon, sucking her thumb and watched her grown-up mommy eat a very adult breakfast. Something deep within Sailor Moon's subconscious tried to surface, it was as if the teen had eaten that type of food before. Still, she continued watching her mother, who was now cleaning up and something seemed familiar about that too. She almost remembered a time that cleaning up and doing the dishes was her chore. Usagi shook these thoughts from her mind; she was enjoying being babied and having fun things to do. She didn't want to think about silly things like pretending to be a grown up.
Usagi noticed that her mother was done cleaning up the dishes and was walking towards her. The blond grinned and babbled as her highchair's tray was removed. Without being told, Usagi leaned forward to get picked up. The blond hugged her mommy and was lowered to the floor. Ikuko motioned for her baby to follow her and the diaper clad teen did just that; she crawled alongside her mother to the bathroom. The leader of the scouts entered the bathroom and gazed at the toilet in confusion while her mommy was preparing a bath for her.
Mrs. Tsukino bent over the tub and poured some baby bubble bath into the water. It immediately started foaming and sudzing up. Once, the nightgown clad mother was satisfied with the temperature and the water level, she turned off the spigots and pivoted around to see her teen baby staring at the toilet. "I know, baby. Your teacher wants to give potty training another go."
Usagi didn't know what to make of the comment as she was laid back onto the cold tile. 'Potty twaining?' She struggled with the concept as her pamper was removed along with her plastic bib.
Helping her baby daughter up off the tiled floor, Mrs. Tsukino sat her in the warm bath water and started washing her. It was a demanding job, but her baby was akin to most twelve month olds, not the sixteen years her physical appearance stated her true, chronological age was, and Usagi started acting very much like the infant her mentally demanded of her, splashing and giggling. Mrs. Tsukino couldn't help, but join her daughter, laughing openly. She very much enjoyed washing her oversized baby and cherished these moments since it wouldn't be long before she had to drain the tub and send her baby to school for the day as was dictated by the government.
The bath would have lasted much longer, but Ikuko had a schedule to keep and didn't want to fall behind. Her husband had already left for work and, after she got dressed, she still had to make sure that Shingo, Usagi's little "big brother" was awake and getting ready for his day at school. Luckily, she didn't have to worry too much about that thanks to her other daughter, Chibi. 'That girl really is such a good daughter and big sister. Always babysitting her simple minded baby sister.'
Mrs. Tsukino plucked Usagi from the tub and wrapped a large fluffy towel around Usagi. Once the girl was rubbed dry she took the pamper from the ground and retaped it onto her "baby daughter." With a grunt, she scooped up and carried the diapered girl to her room where she sat her oldest daughter atop her bed.
Ikuko pulled her nightgown over her head and allowed the garment to drop down onto her mattress as she stepped in front of her closet; naked. Sailor Moon crawled over to the silken adult pajamas, picking them up and inspecting them. The silk material of the garment felt so lovely against the teen's face. Usagi kept rubbing the gown against her face as she watched her mother put on a pair of panties, followed by a nice, matching bra. Both were shiny and silken. She sat atop the mattress and started sucking her thumb, as mommy donned her traditional dress and apron. Usagi couldn't stop thinking about how grown-up her mother looked, especially when compared to how she was currently dressed in just her diaper.
"Don't worry, baby. Mommy has your uniform ready."
'Uniform? I'm just a baby. Why do I need a uniform?' Usagi thought as she was her mother dig around in the closet.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Tsukino had the blond leader of the scouts dressed in a uniform top which slightly hid the white sleeveless, collared tee shirt that featured a little diaper badge on her left boob. Her legs would be protected from the chill of the morning by the long thigh high pair of white socks, complete with red rings near the top of them, that her mother had dressed her in. The crowning touch had to have been her little preschooler's helmet which told anyone who saw the girl what grade she belonged in.
Usagi couldn't help but blush as the two women gazed at each other's reflection in the mirror. One exuded womanly grace and seductiveness in a manner best suited to a housewife while the other looked like an overgrowth baby playing dress up. Her mother was ready to take care of the house and she looked like she was going to her first day of preschool.
Shingo stuck his head into his parent's room, breaking the solitude that the awkward moment once had. "Mom, Chibi got me up and I'm walking with her to school!"
"That's fine, dear. Wish your big sister a good day at school."
"But mom." The boy whined. "Usagi is such an idiot. She probably doesn't even know what I'm saying!"
"That's enough of that, young man." Mrs. Tsukino stated in a firm voice. "Apologize to your big sister right now."
"Sorry, Usagi. Have a good day at preschool!"
To Be Continued...
Princess Jasmine smiled as she walked with her Royal Guard through the busy streets of Agrabah. Throngs of people moved out her way while going about their business in the local bazaar. The market district surrounded the Palace and stretched from the luxurious capital building to the city's gate. Many fruit stalls, trinket vendors and other merchants called these streets their home.
The beautiful young woman rushed over to one such vendor and gazed at the numerous items left out for display. There were sparkling stones, chains and even a few mirrors. "Take your time, child." A raspy voice, rich in age, caught the Princess' attention.
Jasmine looked up to see an old woman who's wrinkled face was obscured by a dark cloak. Only her white locks of hair, and the lower portion of her face, were visible to the Princess. However, even with such limited information about the vendor, the noble woman assumed that this merchant was very wise. "I actually like this mirror." The bronze skinned girl pointed to a jewel encrusted mirror.
"The mirror is rarely desired by my customers, but I believe that you should look into it and tell me what it is you see." The elder held up the mirror and Jasmine looked at it. Shock spread across her face as she stared at a face she hadn't seen in over ten years. It looked like a toddler version of herself!
"I see a baby in the mirror's reflection. What's that supposed to mean?"
The vendor cackled and grinned a yellow toothed smile. "It's not complicated. The mirror doesn't lie." She thought for second before continuing. "Take it. On the house."
"Weally?" The Princess lisped.
"Yes. Consider it a gift for your service, from the people who inhabite your kingdom."
Jasmine smiled and looked at her reflection again while smiling. The toddler staring back at her laughed a toothless laugh. The princess looked up to thank the mysterious woman, but she had vanished. In fact, the entire stall was gone too!
"Where did the lady go?" She asked aloud to her guard.
He shrugged and looked around. The busy streets surrounded the two and they couldn't seem to locate the strange merchent. After about ten minutes of searching, Jasmine felt suddenly slightly hyper and ran towards the Palace while her protector did his best to keep up. The black haired beauty greeted the palatial guards while running through the gate.
"Hiya!" She grinned stupidly.
The guards did a double take, but she was already climbing the stairs as her Royal Guard stopped at the checkpoint. "She's acting a little off today." He explained to his compatriots while jogging past them. Once, he reached the throne room he saw the princess crying, her clothing was stained with a dark splotch across her crotch.
"I had an accident!" The young woman wailed out.
The Sultan hopped up from his throne and waddled quickly to his daughter's side. "Dearest, what happened to you? You're acting oddly."
"I wet my pants!" The dark haired vixen declared as she continued to sob.
"Oh, goodness no. It's been hard enough finding a suitor for you to marry, but now this" The sultan looked sadly at his daughter. The elderly father turned to the Royal Guard. "Tell me what caused my daughter to behave in such a manner."
"I really don't know. It could be a curse or some type of sinister magic. She did talk to an old woman at the bizar." The muscular defender explained while the girl quietly calmed her sobs.
"Daddy!" The princess lifted her father up and gave him a big hug, spinning him around.
"Okay, dearest, please put me down!" The short rotund man ordered slightly surprised by his daughter's immature reaction and behavior.
Jasmine finally relinquished her bear hug and put him down. "Sowwy, daddy."
"You, go get the Palace Nanny." The sultan commanded the guard assigned to the princess.
"I dun wan a nanny!" Jasmine whined.
"It's only temporary, dear. We have to get you changed out of these wet clothes while I find whoever did this to you." The sultan spoke calmly.
"Okay, daddy. I wan new clothes!" The teenager demanded childishly.
"The Nanny will handle that."
"Yay!" Jasmine shouted with jubilation.
"Your highness, is Jasmine the girl I am supposed to care for?" The nanny asked from the large entrance to the throne room. She stood about six feet tall and was slightly round, wearing a blue dress and white apron.
"Sadly, she is. I know you'll do a great job just like you did years ago. Now, I have to mobilize the guards and track down the miscreant who did this to my daughter!" The sultan proclaimed as his stubby legs carried him past the nanny and out of the Royal chamber.
Jasmine instantly recognized the woman who used to care for her. "Nana!"
"Yes, princess. Let's get you out of those dampened garments and into something dry." The nanny looked at her former charge and thought about how sad it was to see such a smart lady reduced to a bubbly toddler brained girl.
Jasmine stood still with a slight grin on her face. The nanny, while a kindly woman, didn't tolerate dawdling. She approached the black haired girl and grabbed her hand. "Right this way, princess."
"I wanna pway!" The pouty princess whined.
"They'll be plenty of time for play. Right now we have to get you bathed and dressed for the day." The tall woman spoke firmly to the teen who followed her up the massive stairs.
"Fine!" Jasmine pouted. She was almost dragged into the Royal bathroom due to how slow she walked.
"Hold still." The towering nanny ordered as Jasmine squirmed around. She pulled the girl's pants and top off, quickly rendering the princess nude. Before the caretaker could say anything more, Jasmine had already jumped into the bath. Her firm body was coated in bubbles from the lavish soaps and her skin glistened from the water. Nanny helped her sit down in the warm water so she could begin washing the wriggling girl's hair.
"This is fun!" Jasmine called out, once the shampoo had been rinsed from her dark hair. She couldn't help, but act up and splash the water around.
"Please, princess, calm down!" Frustration was an understatement when describing the Nanny's tone. Sure, she has dealt with unruly children in the bath, but a full grown woman behaving like this was a whole new level of annoyance. Not only did it exhaust the nanny, but Jasmine refused to lose any energy.
Finally, the bath was drained and Jasmine found herself being scrubbed dry with fluffy towels made from the finest Egyptian cotton. Jasmine couldn't hold back her giggles. The material from the towel had a ticklish effect on her delicate skin. "Shhhh" A piercing sound silenced the princess from her giggle fit.
"You just wet yourself again!" The nanny couldn't believe it. It's like the girl that stood before her had lost all her potty training. "Great, now I have to put you into diapers."
"Nooo, please nana! No diapees!" Poor Jasmine started crying.
"It's okay, baby. Nanny is not mad." The round woman couldn't give the princess a hard time. So, she brought the nude girl in for a tight hug. Princess Jasmine's mind was warped to an infantile state and it was her Royal duty to ensure that the girl was given the best care until she was better again.
Once, the vixen's tears had faded, the nanny scooped her up and carried her out into the hall and over to the nursery. It was used for actual babies, but she could ask for a crib and other furniture to be built after the girl was dressed. A few servants stopped and stared at the bizarre scene they witnessed. You had the large nanny carrying the naked princess who struggled every now and then. None knew of the princess' affliction and word spread throughout the Palace while the nanny was getting Jasmine dressed.
In the nursery, the sounds of whining and ripping could be heard. Jasmine had just ripped off another adult top. For some odd reason she wanted to only wear a diaper. The thick cloth was secured by a large safety pin and clung tightly to her legs and waistline. Against her better judgement the nanny gave up. 'The girl wanted to run around in just a diaper, fine. No different than any other baby.'
"I wanna play!" Jasmine wriggled around and fell off the changing table. Luckily she landed on all fours, like a cat, and hopped up happily.
"Princess! Be careful!" The nanny warned, but it fell on deaf ears because the diaper clad woman ran out of the nursery. "Slow down!"
Jasmine felt too excited to slow her pace. She wanted to get out of this boring old palace and play outside with her pet tiger. Again, all eyes were upon the topless princess who wore only a thick cloth diaper. Her breasts bounced wildly despite being firm and taut because of how she ran. The nanny could only apologize for her charge's behavior as she walked past her fellow servants on the way to the garden.
Squeals and laughter drew the regal nanny to the farthest part of the arboreal retreat outside of the Palace, but within the walls of the massive compound. There see saw Jasmine riding on her pet tiger's back.
"Wajar!" The princess lisped in happiness as the tiger approached the nanny. The older woman could only smile and be grateful that the tiger was so well mannered and behaved, unlike the adult baby who sat on it's back.
"I suppose this is okay, Jasmine, but try to stay clean." The nanny stated as she sat by the fountain and watched the teen play with her pet.
An hour had passed by, filled with Jasmine playing hide and seek with her pet. The nanny decided to take this opportunity to tell the carpenter to make some large baby furniture. She also got drinks for herself and the diaper clad princess. She grabbed a jug of water for herself and made a makeshift adult baby bottle for the teen. Upon her returned she found Jasmine in the mud, covered from head to toe in the vile muck, slapping the ground.
"No, no, no!" She called out, running over to the dirty girl. "Bad baby!"
Jasmine wore an ear to ear grin that said she could careless about cleanliness. Her boobs were coated in mud as well as her once pristine, white diaper. The garment was brown and rather disgusting looking. The nanny grabbed Jasmine by the arm and gently, but quickly yanked her from the mud pit. Her body was dripping with mud while she was forced to follow the nanny up to the door.
"Nooo! I wanna pway mud pie!" The bratty lady whined.
"No, I cannot allow you to do that." Sternly stated the nanny.
Jasmine stomps her foot like a petulant child. Luckily for the nanny, the mud covered teen didn't throw a full blown tantrum, but she did track mud all the way to the nursery as she was pulled along by her nanny. The servants would not be happy with this development, but it was unavoidable. Afterall, what could she have done, give the princess a bath in the fountain?
Speaking of baths, the cleaning ritual went by fairly uneventful due to Jasmine's sulking and brooding. She felt like she was being deprived of her playtime. The girl really loved the feel of the mud on her body and legs. It hurt the nanny to see her charge so crestfallen.
However, the nanny recalled a game that she used to play with the princess when she was just a little baby instead of a big one. She put both of her tan hands in front of her face. "Where did Nana go? Where did Nana go?" The nanny cooed.
Jasmine looked up, slightly curious. "Wer you go?"
"Here I am!" The nanny said as she uncovered her face which elicited a fresh round of laughter from the adult baby. The girl's depression quickly vanished and was replaced by her former smile.
This game continued on until Jasmine grew bored of it. Still, she had forgotten about the mud and was content to be carried back to the changing table which was just barely big enough for her. The nanny noticed the new high chair when they entered the room and was pleased that the craftsman had made some progress on the furniture she requested. Hopefully, he'd build a changing table next because, at this rate, the princess would be paying it many more visits before she was cured.
Jasmine laid back naked, kicking her legs, as the nanny noticed that the seamstress must have produced some adult sized baby clothes. There laid a onesie, bonnet, mittens and booties next to the changing table. The clothes were light blue like her original outfit she wore before the incident. The nanny thought about it for a moment and figured that Jasmine probably doesn't want to wear the onesie, but some booties and mittens would be cute on her.
The nanny grabbed one of Jasmine's feet and wrapped it into the thick cloth bootie. The girl looked up, confused by the object on her foot, but she did like how the material caressed her foot. Another bootie found it's way onto the naked woman's other foot. This caused Jasmine to pull both booties towards her face to inspect them and chew on them. While she did that, the nanny tied the string under the girl's chin and fixed the light blue bonnet onto her head.
"Pwetty!" Jasmine lisped around her bootie as she drools on it.
"You sure are." The nanny cooed and patted her bare bum. Still enthrall by the booties and distracted, the caretaker took advantage of the situation and poured a rich cream onto her toned bottom. She rubbed it all over the girl's butt, tummy and privates. Jasmine started breating slightly faster as her mound was stimulated.
"Pwease!" Jasmine begged.
'Should I stop?' The nanny thought. 'She is an adult regardless of how infantile her mind acts'. She decided to keep rubbing as her princess' pussy grew slick and wet. Manipulating her folds with a loose finger brought the girl to the edge. She slowly started bucked her hips into her Nanny's hand. This grew into a frantic attempt to achieve orgasm as the bronze beauty continued to moan and began babyish grunts while her hips rocked back and forth.
Out of no where, Jasmine squirted a powerful stream of cum onto the apron the nanny wore. The girl's panting quieted down and she seemed quite relaxed while she laid back against the small table. "That's better, isn't it?" She cooed down at the teen baby.
Jasmine nodded and waited for the nanny to pin her into her diaper, but the fat woman sprinkled talcum powder onto the lotion. Then she brought up another large white cloth and folded it into a thick diaper while lifting up Jasmine's legs and butt. Next she pulled the cloth flap over her bare, hairless slit and then secured the thick cotton garment with a safety pin. The girl felt her loins encased in the gentle bulk, but enormous bulk of her new diaper.
"Okay, princess. Let's try out this new high chair."
The nanny picked up the heavily diapered and tired girl, holding her close to her bosom before depositing her into the sturdy oak chair. She then put the tray in front of the topless adult baby, locking it into place. Free of worry about Jasmine escaping from the chair, thanks to the mittens she just put onto the girl's hand, the nanny retrieved some mashed up prunes from the kitchen pantry.
"It's nice to see you in the same spot." The large nanny cooed at Jasmine, who remained trapped in the high chair.
She gurgles and smiles. "Num nums?" Princess Jasmine lisped.
"Such a smart baby." The nanny praised her oversized baby and spoons up a healthy serving of prunes and brought it to the woman's mouth.
"Open up."
"Aahh." The girl cooed, causing half of the goop to drip out of her mouth and onto her boobs.
"I'm such a silly Nana. I forgot your bib." The nanny chuckled and Jasmine grinned at her with her lovely smile.
This continued until the jar of prunes was empty and the adult baby's firm breasts were covered in purple mush. The nanny grabbed a towel and wet it before rubbing the slop from Jasmine's round chest. She had already given the woman two baths, the nubile girl didn't need a third. Finally, her charge was clean and the food had somewhat revived the energy she lost during the eventful diapering.
Jasmine bounced up and down on her thickly diapered bottom, causing her clean boobs to jiggle while she smiled. "Uppie!" The princess held out her hands, waiting for Nana to lift her up. However, she'd have to wait because the tray needed to be removed before that could occur.
"Just a minute, sweetie." Nanny responded sweetly to her charge.
The tray disappeared from Jasmine's view and she found herself being carried by her large nanny. She once again smiled as she was carried past her various servants and workers. They worked with diligence to polish the tiles she had muddied on her earlier trip through the hall. A few looked up, some returned her smile while others gave her a confused look. All of them pitied her, even though she was technically their ruler.
"Look, it's Princess Jasmine!" A young girl, wearing a noble red dress called out, pointing.
"What's wrong with her? A slightly older girl asked, dressed in green.
"Yeah, why is she naked in a baby outfits and diaper?" The youngest girl, wearing a yellow skirt and top, added.
"Girls, girls. Calm down. The Princess is just playing a game today." The nanny lied. She didn't want rumors to spread that Jasmine was cursed or worse, braindead.
"Oh, like house?" The youngest asked.
"Exactly!" The nanny quickly stated. "Now who wants to play house with Jasmie?"
"I do!" The kid in yellow chimed.
"Me too!."
"I guess that could be fun." The oldest girl stated. "But we need a boy to be the daddy!"
"Eww, boys awe icky!" Jasmine called out, fussing in the Nanny's arms.
The girl's all laughed, including the nanny. Jasmine was lowered to her feet and toddled towards the dark haired girls who looked at her with a slightly awkward gaze. They had never seen the princess in such a state before. Topless, wearing only a thick cloth diaper, baby blue booties, bonnet and mittens. However, her smile warmed them up to the idea of playing with an oversized baby.
"Baby needs some milk." The youngest, wearing a yellow dress, declared and the nanny left to get some.
Jasmine meanwhile crawled to the girl in yellow while the girl wearing the red dress walked over to her. "I know what you're up to Nadine and I want to feed her!" The girl in red declared.
"Too bad, Mellina. I'm going to feed her while you hold her." Nadine boasted.
"Sisters, you can both take turns feeding her." The oldest, wearing green said.
"Yeah, Zarina is right. Let's take turns." Mellina agreed, happy that there was a reasonable compromise to the issue and it was just in time as the nanny returned with a large baby bottle.
"Can I go first?" Mellina asked.
"Certainly. Here you are." Nanny handed the bottle to the girl in red and Jasmine waited on the floor, fussing that she wasn't getting attention. That quickly changed once all the girls gathered around the diapered bronze skinned vixen.
Mellina sat next to Jasmine and brought the bottle's nipple up to her mouth which caused the adult baby to coo and open her mouth. The young teen fed her princess the bottle slowly and when it was halfway through Nadine interrupted the feeding. "Hey, it's my turn!"
Mellina sighed and gave Nadine the bottle. "Be careful and don't rush her."
The nanny took note of how wise Mellina was and praised her. "That's very astute. You'll make a great mother one day."
Mellina smiled and watched her youngest sister struggle to get Jasmine in a good position. Finally, Jasmine sat up and Nadine knelt next to her holding the bottle. It was the best that could be done considering the vast height difference between the girl and the adult baby.
Jasmine suckles happily from the bottle. Nadine felt pleased with the job she was doing until a series of loud farts pierced the tranquility of the scene. "Eww, princess. You're getting too into the baby role." Nadine whined.
The princess' response shocked the sisters. A large yellow stain spread across the front of the diaper as the back expanded outwards.
"Waaah!" The tanned brunette cried loudly.
"Why did she do that?" Nadine asked.
"She wants one of you to change her." The nanny tried not to smile. This would be the ultimate test for any young woman. She hoped Mellina would rise to the occasion and she did just that.
"I'll do it." The girl in red volunteered for the disgusting job.
The other girls took a step back as the nanny laid out a towel. "First you have to console the baby. I'll get a new diaper while you do that."
Jasmine continued to cry wildly due to the huge lump in her diaper. She kicked her legs which only spread the mess. Mellina sat down next to the stinky woman and started rubbing her back. "It's okay. Everything is going to be alright." The twelve year old soothed the large baby.
"Waaah!" The adult cried out.
Mellina brought the princess in for a hug. "Shhh, it's okay, baby."
This warm embrace seemed to calm Jasmine down tremendously. The preteen continued to rub the adult baby's back and finally she ceased crying. "Good job, Mellina. Soothing a fussy baby is a necessary part of childcare." The nanny stated while laying a thick white cloth onto the ground.
"Show off." Nadine mumbled under her breath.
"What?" The nanny asked.
"Nothing..."
"Anyway, let's see what you can do, Mellina."
The twelve year old laid Jasmine down slowly and took out the safety pin which unfurled the dirtied diaper. Mellina had to cover her nose due to how bad the stench was. "Such a stinky baby." She cooed as nanny handed her a clean rag to wipe up the mess. The young girl struggled to clean everything up while her sisters tried not to gag.
After two rags and a lot of powder, Mellina pinned Jasmine into a fresh cloth diaper. Her sisters couldn't help, but be impressed by how she handled the whole ordeal and the nanny showered her praised upon the preteen as well. The girls then proceeded to play various games and took turns entertaining the overgrown adult baby princess.
Soon the sun had set and Jasmine started getting fussy. Once, she started throwing a tantrum, the nanny picked her up and thanked the sisters for playing with the princess. Through the Palace and into the nursery, nanny carried the diaper clad woman. She fought tears, but they weren't from sadness, but exhaustion. The girl had a very eventful day and most likely everyday from now on would be the same until the sorcerer was located.
As I'm sure some of you have noticed, Pivix isn't exactly designed to handle English based stories. Clessith brought it to my attention that my stories are harder to read due to this problem and, as such, I've decided to post the master files of each story up for all of you to enjoy!
Delia stood over her tomatoes, watering the vegetables when she heard a commotion coming from overhead. She looked over at her fence just in time to witness the most peculiar sight she had ever seen; Misty and a blond girl were being lowered onto the grass by a pair of strange looking birds. Delia watched with concern as the beautiful white bird Pokemon stood over the two girls. They looked like no other Pokemon she had ever seen before. However, that wasn't the strange thing; the two girls were naked except for the big disposable diapers they were dressed in!
"Misty!?" The concerned mother called out to her son's girlfriend as she started to run over to the two girls that had been laid out of the grass.
Hearing her mother's voice call out to Misty, Ashley looked over to see that her mom was now rushing over to check on them. "Mom!"
"Mom?" Delia repeated out loud as she knelt between Misty and the mysterious blond girl.
"It's me, Ash." Ashley blushed, covering her breasts.
Confusion washed over Delia's face as she looked over the naked, blond girl. Her face did look familiar, but there was no way that this girl could be her son. The bewildered mother stared into the blond's eyes for a moment and suddenly saw her son staring back at her.
Delia's jaw dropped. "How in the world could this have happened? Ash, you were a boy when you left, but-"
"Miss Ketchum, we need to get inside before someone sees us." Misty spoke up, interrupting Delia.
Delia nodded and looked over her shoulder, checking to see if anyone was out and about, hoping that there wasn't anyone nearby who might've seen the two trainers get delivered. The nearby path was empty and the area looked to be secluded. She stood up and dusted off her pink apron before helping Misty and Ashley to their feet. "Let's get you two inside."
The two diapered girls waddled alongside Delia, struggling to walk in their thick diapers and oddly bulky booties. Delia and the girls finally made it to the door which she opened for her new daughter and Misty. She couldn't help but watch them.wall into the house and think that it looked cute how they were waddling around. It would have been cute if not for the gravity of the situation, Delia corrected herself.
"Mime?" Delia's Pokemon asked, sounding concerned when he saw the diapered two girls waddle into the house. He walked over to Misty and Ashley and looked them over. "Mime?"
"It's okay, Mimey. They've been through a lot, but hopefully you can help them relax by making them something to eat." Delia said in a sweet voice as she entered the house.
"Mime." The Pokemon looked over his shoulder to see Delia walking over to him, but suddenly he noticed the presence of two strange looking Pokemon that Mr. Mime had never seen before.
"Mime!" The domestic servant and companion of Delia shouted as he darted past his master and approached the unwelcome fowl.
Delia couldn't quite understand what had gotten into Mr. Mime until she turned around and saw those strange white birds that had delivered her son and his friend, Misty to her backyard. "Mimey, be careful!"
Mr. Mime stood as tall as he could and stared at the mysterious duo, ready to fight if it came to that. However, the two birds had no intention of fighting anyone and left the mime Pokemon alone. They simply walked past him and started walking over to Delia and the two girls.
"You two aren't welcome here!" Delia stated in a stern tone as she stepped in front of her feminized son and his girlfriend.
Mr. Mime felt Delia's unease and decided to make these two Pokemon leave by force.
"Mime!" The mime Pokemon cried and started to use his energy to do an attack.
Delia anxiously watched as the two birds twisted their long necks around, turning their heads away from her, and stared down her Pokemon. It was rather awkward watching the battle from her angle, it looked like they were just standing there, menacingly. However, Delia couldn't see that the birds were doing a synchronized attack using their hypnosis to mesmerize her Pokemon.
The young housewife could only watch as her Pokemon's eyes became wide and disoriented. He stood as still as a statue while the birds finished him off with a double blast of Psybeam which send the mime falling to the ground.
"Mimey!" Delia cried as she rushed to her fallen Pokemon.
She held him in her arms, trying to comfort him. Unlike her son who was a Pokemon trainer, she had no idea what to do! She looked up to yell at the horrible birds, but found herself looking deep into their eyes. Their eyes… they were swirling round and round as she suddenly felt her mind growing calmer as the attack took over her mind.
Delia now understood why her daughter and Misty were delivered to her; they were her babies and she was there mommy.
No longer confused or concerned, Delia lowered Mr. Mime onto the wooden floor and stood up. She removed her apron and sun hat, putting them on the coat rack by the door before she made her way over to her new daughter and Misty. The busty mother knelt down next to her two babies and looked over her new daughter.
"Mom? What's the matte-" Ashley was interrupted by the gentle touch of Delia running her fingers through the trainer's recently washed and blowdried hair.
"This won't do at all." Delia tsked and brought out a comb from her pocket.
"Miss Ketchum?" Misty stared at the mesmerized mother with concern. "What are you doing?"
"Fixing my little girl's hair." Delia replied nonchalantly as she removed the lavender colored bonnet and began to comb Ashley's hair, parting it to form two pigtails.
"But why?" The diapered redhead wondered out loud.
"Don't feel left out. You're next." Delia replied as she finished tying a big pink bow in between her daughter's pigtails.
"But I don't want you to put my hair put into pigtails!" Misty whined and tried to sit up.
A firm hand forcing Misty to sit back down as Delia hummed a soft tune was the only response she got. The older woman untied Misty's side tail and started brushing out the squirming Gym Leader's hair until it had a line running right down the middle of the back of her head. She easily tied the girls hair into two big spiky pigtails.
Ashley didn't know what to say or do as she watched her mother fix Misty's hair into a more infantile style. It seemed like there was something wrong with her and the blond had no idea what it was.
Delia stood up from the living room floor and sat on the comfortable couch. She leaned forward and beckoned to her babies with her hands. "Come to Mommy, my sweet little babies. It's time for your feeding "
"Umm, mom. What did those Pokemon do to yo-" Ashley suddenly stopped as Delia began to unbutton her blouse.
"Miss Ketchum!" Misty shouted. "There's something wrong with you! Snap out of it!"
If Delia heard what either Misty or Ashley had said, she didn't acknowledge it. She simply kept unbuttoning her top until her bountiful bra bound breasts popped out. They certainly looked bigger to her than they had a few minutes ago. She cupped her massive mammaries and they seemed ready to burst as was evident by the large wet spots growing on the front of her white bra.
Ashley and Misty gazed up at Delia's contained breasts in awe as their programing overwhelmed their rational thoughts.
"Wan boobie." Ashley said in a babyish voice.
"Meh too!" Misty chimed in as the two diapered girls crawled quickly over to the couch.
Misty beat Ashley to the couch and climbed up onto the sofa until she was facing Delia. She happily allowed the topless mother to pull her in for a hug, but at the last minute Misty felt her body being turned over and readjusted until she was laying with her back on Delia's lap. Misty found herself staring at the large tits which hung down right in front of her face.
"Drink up, baby." Delia cooed as she brought her left hand behind Misty's head, forcing the girl to latch on.
Misty didn't refuse the nipple that was pushed up to her lips. She eagerly began to suckle which caused Delia to whimper and moan with a mixture of surprise and arousal. The redhead ignored the noise Delia was making and brought her hand up to hold the breast in place to prevent it from jiggling out of her mouth. With the breast firmly held, she happily sucked the milk from Delia's large nipple; it was rather warm and sweet, but not too thick.
Ashley had climbed up onto the couch at this point and was jealously watching her 'sister' nurse from her mother's swollen breast. However, the blond noticed that there was an available breast just hanging out in the open and Ashley wanted to suck on it more than anything in this world. So, the blond crawled in between Misty's spread legs and leaned forward to take the leaking nipple into her mouth. With her own breasts rubbing against Misty's plastic covered diaper, Ashley latched onto her mother's big nipple and started sucking.
Once Ashley latched onto her right nipple, Delia was officially nursing both of her new daughters at the exact time. She tried not to moan when Ashley and Misty sucked on her breasts in unison, but the sensations going through her body were simply too powerful to handle. When Misty had started nursing it felt so wonderful, but Delia had quickly grown adjusted to the feeling and anticipated the girl's sweet suckles. With two mouths randomly drawing milk at different moments, her body could never quite get used to the feeling and was constantly being turned on by the larger mouths tugging at her teats.
Delia's right hand slowly came up to the side of Ashley's head where it cupped her head, holding the girl in place and allowing the thirsty blond to suckle to her heart's content. She knew that her Ash had always been competitive and now that she was an adult baby girl, she was unknowingly competing with her new sister to see who could drink from her breasts the fastest. This realization made Delia smile internally as her moans grew louder and her face became hot and red.
Misty felt an arm rub up against her arm as Ashley's hand moved upwards until rested on her shoulder. The redhead couldn't see past the breast her face was pressed against, but ultimately she didn't care who was touching her as she continued to suckle at a reasonable pace.
Both girls nursed on her tits and Delia couldn't be happier. She finally felt whole; she finally felt completely satisfied in her maternal desires. All this time she didn't know what she was missing in her life, but thanks to the two strange birds and her new daughters, she was ready to truly begin her life again. However this time, she wouldn't make the mistakes she made in the past and let her babies grow up.
"I'm never going to let you two grow up ever again." She whispered the words between moans.
The End
Without a word said, the mechanical arms quickly attached cuffs to her wrists and she was forced to lay there behind Ashley as a massive screen was lowered down until it stood a few inches away from their faces.
*BEGIN HYPNOTIC CONDITIONING*
The familiar computerized voice announced to a confused Ashley and Misty. The two trainers had no idea what "conditioning" meant, but Misty did recall being hypnotized once before by a Hypno and she didn't want to be put under another trance again!
The fiery redhead pulled at her cuffs and, when they failed to budge, she began fighting and thrashing against her bindings as the screen started airing the hypnotic programming. She couldn't break free so she did the only other thing she could; she closed her eyes. The machine noticed that one of the babies wasn't cooperating and was forced to use extreme measures. It used a pair of hands to pry her eyes open and kept them held open.
Ashley heard Misty slamming her back against the belt and wondered what she was so angry about? It was just some weird TV show. The dimwitted trainer from Pallet town felt her head grow fuzzy as she watched the strange shapes swirl and rapidly blink on the screen. Every so often, other shapes danced around on the screen interconnecting with the designs before breaking up the swirling pattern. The shapes looked familiar, like pacifiers or bottles and occasionally a pair of Nurse Joy's breasts would flash incredibly fast on the screen.
The blond bimbo started to drool as the program went on and couldn't help but ask for "boobies" after a few minutes of watching the screen.
Misty may have taken a few minutes longer to program her than the Joybot expected, but after about five minutes the robot saw a change of expression on the fiery redhead's face. Her eyes became unfocused and a slight bit of drool dripped down her petite chin as the Cerulean City Gym Leader started babbling about milk and boobs.
*Programming Completed*
Still under the hypnotic spell, the two diapered trainers couldn't fully comprehend what the computer had said or what was going on. They felt the belt lurch forward underneath their bodies and simply went along for the ride. The conveyor belt didn't go very far before it came to a stop and finally released the diapered girls; A clicking sound came from each one of their limbs as the wrist and ankle cuffs opened automatically.
The Joybot walked over to where the teen babies sat and pulled out two Pokeballs. It tossed them onto the air, summoning two rare bird type Pokemon that had brilliant white features, an orange beaker and looked a bit like storks.
Misty and Ashley gazed at the white birds in wonder. Even though they were still under the mental manipulation of the electronic programming, they could still see that these were a kind of Pokemon that they had never seen before. Misty and Ashley reached for the two beautiful birdies and tried to pet them.
The Joybot used this opportunity to dress the two confused trainers who were too preoccupied babbling nonsensical gibberish at the two Pokemon to realize that they were free. The metallic doppelganger of Nurse Joy grabbed Ashley's hands and started to slid her hands into a pair of pink mittens. It only took a minute to get the girl into the mittens and even less time to get her feet into a pair of matching pink baby booties.
Misty gawked at the majestic Pokemon as her hands were fed into a pair of thick, poofy gloves. The Cerulean City Gym Leader was too out of her mind at that moment to fight back and merely muttered baby talk as the Joybot started dressing her feet into a pair of booties. The redhead looked away from the bird Pokemon and stared down at the odd weight on her once bare feet. She couldn't figure out what was currently covering her feet and simply kicked them in a pathetic attempt to rid her feet of her infantile footwear.
The Joybot tickled the girl's tummy and got her to giggled which helped stop her from kicking her feet. For a moment, the metallic replica of Nurse Joy stared at the girl, processing its next move. It knew that Misty was a fighter; even though she was hypnotized the girl was still trying to remove her booties. Once the hypnotically induced euphoria wore off, there was a very real chance that the diapered redhead might wriggle free from the delivery bird. With no other options available to her, the Joybot decided to knock her out and did so by spraying the water trainer in the face with a slight dusting of sleeping powder.
"Wah-" A loud yawn came from the drowsy young woman before she succumbed to the powder.
The Joybot lowered the passed out girl face down onto a white cloth. It then wrapped her exposed tummy with a large white towel and proceeded to stretch the material out until the machine was satisfied with the length. It then tied a large knot into the fabric above Misty's back which would ensure that the bird could keep its bundle of joy safe during their flight. With the Misty ready for delivery, the Joyboy lifted the sleeping girl up by the knot and feet the loose ends of the towel into the Pokemon's beak.
*Destination: Pallet Town. Recipient: Delia Ketchum*
A Hydraulic piston hissed as a panel in the roof rose up until there was a big gap in the ceiling above them. The bird that was already loaded up with Misty simply nodded and started flapping its wings until it lifted off the ground and rose into the air.
Ashley watched in a dazed sense of awe as the mysterious bird lifted Misty up higher and higher until they flew into the bright, natural light pouring through the opening in the roof. In her electronically induced stupor, Ashley lost sight of her best friend and the bird. "Buh bye."
However, Ashley wasn't going to be left behind. The Joybot had her face down on the conveyor belt with her diapered butt in the air as it prepared the dazed blond for her trip. When Ashley started to squirm, the machine gave her a lavender colored rattle, that was shaped like a flower, to shake which seemed to mesmerize the confused teen baby. Once the robot tied up the white bundle of cloth into a knot, Ashley was handed off to the remaining bird which promptly took the cloth into its beak. The bird Pokemon flapped its strong wings and started to ascend into the air as a silly giggle escaped from the diapered trainer's mouth. Ashley wasn't scared; she was enjoying her trip into the sky.
The giggling girl looked down at the metallic replica nurse Joy who was waving to the teen baby. Ashley responded by shaking her rattle and gibbering more baby talk down at the robot.
Now that the babies were enroute to be delivered to their new mother, the computer that ran the facility checked the vital signs on it's former master, who was still imprisoned in the artificial, detachable glass womb that the Joybot placed in the wall. Nurse Joy looked a bit fussy, but a quick sedative pumped into the breastmilk helped the grown woman quickly calm down and curl up into the fetal position before falling asleep.
With its current baby momentarily out of the way for a few hours, the computer started working on new calculations for future adoptions using the now trapped Nurse Joy's numerous logs and plans. Since the Nurse was now a baby, she could longer be a mother and her two newest babies had to be put up for adoption using the database to locate their next closest relative. Still, with the babies dispatched to Delia, the machine had a new girl in its sight; the Gym Leader of Rustboro.
*An hour later as the Murkrow flies*
Misty blinked her eyes as a cold cross breeze blew past her bare thighs, causing her skin to tingle as she was instantly pulled out of her slumber. The redhead looked around, stunned at what she saw; there were clouds in every direction! She looked down and instantly regretted it.
"Oh my Arceus!" Misty shrieked as she realized that she was literally dangling a few hundred feet above the treetops of the Viridian Forest.
The loud screams of Misty caught Ashley's attention, but the blond was still a bit dazed and out of it. She looked around searching for the source of the screaming as she flew above the trees. Everything had looked so nice, but it wasn't as pretty as it had been before and, with each passing minute, the view was starting to lose its beauty.
"Ash!" Misty cried. "How did we get up here?!"
Hearing her name, the trainer from Pallet town turned her head and spotted Misty who was paddling her shapely legs in the air like a dog as she shouted in shock. The blond initially thought that the redheaded baby looked funny, but all the yelling had triggered something in her mind to click. She started to feel incredibly fearful when she looked back down at the ground as the realization slowly set in that she was doing something that was physically impossible for her to do; flying.
"Misty!" Ashley called out to the redhead.
"What?!" The Cerulean City Gym Leader shouted in annoyance.
"How did we get up here?!" The dimwitted blond asked her diapered friend.
"I literally just asked you that, Ash!" Misty screamed.
"I don't know. The last thing I remember was watching that TV screen and then I woke up here." Ashley replied.
"Oh, God no." Misty gasped as memories of the past two days flooded back to her like a torrent. She rubbed her legs together and heard the crinkling of her enormous pamper, but didn't want to even consider that this was really happening to her.
"Hey, Misty!" Ashley called out to the redhead as she pointed her purple rattle at a house that was gradually coming into focus. "I think I can see my house from here!"
Misty looked up and couldn't believe her eyes; not only were they flying over the fields outside of Pallet town, but they were rapidly losing altitude as Ash's house grew closer.
"No, no, no, no!" The redhead repeatedly cried out loud as they were coming down for a landing in Ash's backyard.
To Be Continued...
*INITIALIZING JOYBOT*
The computerized voice caught Ashley off guard, but what really got her attention was the series of steps, louder than anything Ashley had ever heard before, growing closer with each passing second. The blond felt extremely anxious as the ground shook slightly as the steps drew near.
"Umm, Misty?"
"Yes, Ash?" The redhead replied, scowling.
"What's making that noise?" Ashley felt her head start to sweat.
"Ash Ketchum! If you tell me that you already forgot about the giant robot that I told you about over the phone, the one that looks like Nurse Joy, I'm going to get up from this conveyor belt and pinch your tit so hard that you'll scream for your mom!" The angry redhead threatened.
Luckily for Ashley, the fiery redhead was in no position to make good on her threat and wouldn't be anytime soon because their new caretaker had just walked up to the belt. Ashley gazed up at the giant metal woman in awe as it came into view right above the conveyor belt. Ashley couldn't believe her eyes! The robot looked just like a nurse Joy, but without any clothing on!
"I can't believe this thing is real! I thought you were making it up!" Ashley shouted, shocked by the sight of the metallic woman.
"So you thought I was lying?!" The redhead barked as the robotic Nurse Joy brought up a brush and a pair of scissors in its metallic hands.
"This isn't even hair! It's a wig!" Ashley whined, hoping that the robot would just leave her alone.
Ashley winced as the robot's large fingers began to slide through her hair until they reached the top of her shoulder blades. The trainer from Pallet town felt the machine gathering up the false hair and wondered if this crazy thing was really going to cut the wig shorter. Ashley held her breath out of fear as the cold blades of a pair of scissors briefly touched her bare skin. Not knowing what to expect, Ashley was nervous and apprehensive and clenched her eyes shut. It wasn't like she even cared about the wig, but the thought of a robot wielding something as sharp as those scissors so close to her naked body made the young woman incredibly freighted.
With a lone snip, Ashley heard the sound of hair being cut and then, a second later, she felt it tickle her spine as the strand of hair fell to the conveyor belt. Ashley was no stranger to hair cuts, she used to get one every few weeks to keep her hair from growing too long when she was a boy, but now that he was a woman, it felt so different than before; it felt unique. Maybe it was due to the fact the wig was so long, but it felt nice to feel some of the weight taken away from the back of her head.
After the first few snips, the Joybot started to slice off the main length of Ashley's hair until the hair stopped at the middle of Ashley's back. The length had been much too long for a baby, the robot reasoned as it slowly and deliberately cut the girl's hair until not a single hair fell past the blond's waist.
Ashley sat on the conveyor belt in a mixture of awe and fear. She knew better than to move or the robot might cut her accidentally with the scissors. So, she just sat there watching all of the blond hair fall into a big heap onto her bare thighs and eventually onto the conveyor belt. Even though it wasn't her real hair, she was amazed by how long it once was.
'Now's my chance to get out of here!' The tomboy thought as she watched Ash get his haircut by the giant, metal monstrosity.
It was almost like the Joybot could read Misty's mind because the moment the young redhead moved, a pair of gloved hands reached out to restrain her.
"Let me go!" Misty shouted, struggling with the hands that grabbed her.
"Misty, just hold still. This isn't even that bad." Ashley stated in a calm voice.
"Easy for you to say, Ash! Your hair isn't even real!" The Cerulean Gym Leader whined, but the more she fought, the tighter the hands squeezed her forearms.
The Joybot, now pleased that the feisty girl was restrained, returned it's attention to Ashley's hair and got back to work. It worked in a very meticulous and calculated manner. Each cut was done in a way to create a soft, layered effect in the girl's hair. This took a few minutes to achieve, but finally the Joybot tapped a big finger on her back, telling the blond that it was done.
"That feels much better!" Ashley smiled, tilting her head back to feel the difference.
A moment later, Ashley felt the robot run a brush through her newly cut hair. She sat there happily as the Joybot worked to brush out the hair and to snip off any uneven strands. The Joybot took a second to admire its work; the baby's hair shined so radiantly and looked soft to the touch.
Once the machine was done with the back of her hair, Ashley felt herself spun around on her plastic backed diaper until she faced the imposing Joybot. It may have looked creepy, but it seemed to care about her and didn't seem to want to do her any harm.
'What's it doing now?' Ashley didn't have to wonder what the robot was going to do next for very long. It started brushing her fringe and spraying her hair with hairspray. The trainer from Pallet town coughed loudly, not used to the chemical scent of the aerosol. With her bangs stiff, but wavy from the hairspray, the Joybot decided to give the girl a nice purple bonnet to really make her bangs stand out.
After what seemed like an eternity to Misty, the Joybot stepped back from Ashley. She could only watch in fear as the humongous Joybot moved away from Ashley and approached her. She tried to shimmy and squirm away, but those damn mechanical hands kept her from moving an inch. It was like a bunch of Ekans were keeping her from getting off of the belt. All her struggling did was make her diaper crinkle and her body sweat.
A cold, heavy weight fell on her shoulder as the Joybot put its hand on Misty's shoulder in a way that told the girl not to move. As she was held in place, Misty felt the gloved hands relinquish her arms and slither away from her body. Before she could try to escape, the Cerulean City Gym Leader felt the machine untie her side ponytail, forcing her long red locks to spill across her shoulders and back. Misty froze in place, waiting to hear the sound of the scissors clipping her lovely red strands of hair gone, but the sound never came. The sound she heard was nothing like the sound of steel snipping into her mane. In fact, it felt like the machine was brushing her hair.
Misty stayed still, listening to the comb run through the back of her hair as she tried to steady her breathing. She could feel the brush going through the entire lenght of her hair and touching her back when it finished. Once more, the machine started at the crown of her head and resumed running the brush down her hair. 'The stupid robot is just combing your hair.' She told herself in an effort to calm down.
The Joybot stopped brushing her long hair in the back and turned it's attention to her bands which had become messy and tangled. A quick spray of mist from a water bottle made her red, messy hair wet and weighted down. With a steady hand, the machine started to comb the front of her bangs with a small toothed comb, going slow to straighten out any tangles.
Misty wanted to relax, the gentle brush running through her hair was definitely nice compared to everything else this crazy place had down to her, but the poor girl knew that something bad was going to happen. She couldn't stop thinking that it was only combing her hair to get it ready to be shaved bald or something horrible like that! However, the electric hum of a razor never started up. She never even heard a snip or a clip. In fact, the robot was putting her brushed hair back into a side ponytail and spraying all of her hair with hairspray!
"Y- you didn't cut my hair?" Misty stammered out the words in disbelief.
The Joybot didn't say anything, but it did raise up a small handheld mirror to show Misty the extent of its work.
"I look completely normal!" Misty cheered.
The Joybot simply nodded and then stepped back from the belt, allowing the gloved hands to restrain Ashley and Misty back onto the belt.
Now that its job was finished and the two girls were freshly washed, dried, diapered and their hair was cut and styled, the Joybot had nothing to do except watch the hands get to work. The gloved hands forced Ashley and Misty to lay on their backs on the conveyor belt. Misty scowled as she was laid out on the unyielding rubber surface of the conveyor belt. The redhead may have been happy that her hair wasn't butchered by the Joybot, but that didn't mean that she was enjoying the way the machine was treating her.
To Be Continued...
The Cerulean City Gym Leader couldn't believe what she had been thinking about during her washing. Was she really that weak? Would she so happily and readily give up her freedom just to cum? It disgusted her how much she was enjoying these machines.
'As soon as these hands let me go I have to get out of here!' Misty told herself before she was lowered back towards the belt.
A solid blast of water sprayed the two girls, making them squirm as the cold water washed all over them, rinsing all of the suds from their bodies.
"Ahhhh!" The blond cried out in shock.
Ashley had been humping the air when that icy surge of water sprayed her without warning.
"Hey! What gives?!" Ashley snapped. She was quite upset that her very erotic cleaning session was cut short and now she was getting a cold shower.
Dangling in the air, held up by the gloved hands, the two trainers were at the mercy of the machine getting sprayed with cold water. The girls shrieked and cried out in shock as they were completely hosed off before the water ceased flowing.
"Ugh." Ashley groaned when out of nowhere a bunch of hands came at her holding hair dryers.
"Are those hair d-" Before Misty could finish her question, the gloved hands turned on the hair dryers and started blowing powerful gusts of hot air across her wet body.
Tiny beads of water were sent flying from Ash and Misty's skin as the hands moved all around them with the blow dryers. After a minute of intense drying, the girls were lowered down towards the belt.
Ashley was dried and dumped onto the moving conveyor belt in a daze. She quickly got up on her knees to see what was going on around her and saw that Misty was right above her and was in the process of being lowered down onto the belt.
Misty tried to kick her legs in an effort to break free, but before she could even pull her legs back to launch a kick, her ankles were grabbed by one of the gloved hands and held. She was lowered onto the hard rubber, forced to lay on the conveyor belt and await her new diaper. She tried to roll off the belt, but the hands were much too quick for her. They reached out and caught her before she could even fall off the belt.
Seeing that all the hands were busy trying to keep Misty from escaping, Ashley leaned forward with her hand and wasted no time reaching between her thighs. The naughty blond started slipping her fingers in and out of her glistening slit, working them into a rhythm. She may have been denied release by the brush, but the trainer from Pallet town was determined to finish the job that the machine had started.
"Stupid machine!" The fiery redhead pouted, staring at the ceiling with her arms folded across her small breasts. She was so close to getting off of the belt, but the mechanical hands were simply too fast for her to outmaneuver.
Feeling upset, and more than a bit embarrassed, she stared past her chest to see how Ash was doing.
"Ash!? What the hell are you doing?!"
Within seconds of yelling at Ash, Misty felt her ankles being grabbed and lifted up from the industrial lining of the conveyor belt. She screamed out of shock as her arms shot out to her sides in effort to keep her body balanced.
Ashley looked away from Misty, blushing due to being caught and, as she looked over her shoulder, she spotted a steel tentacle coming down with one of its gloved hands going for her bottom. The blond noticed that the machine was holding a canister, but before Ashley could guess what was in it the familiar scent of baby powder wafted around her nose. The moment the blond realized what the smell was she felt her bottom and hairless pussy get dusted with a huge cloud of powder.
As Ashley was getting her plump ass powdered Misty was getting restrained by the machine. Her wrists were grabbed and pulled above her head, forcing her arms to be pinned to the rubber belt. She was literally only able to kick and felt incredibly vulnerable as the gang of mechanical tentacles continued to force her to submit. Nothing she did stopped the conveyor belt from taking them both deeper into the facility; She was truly at the mercy of the machine.
"Leave me alone!" Ashley whined as the machine grabbed her by her wrists and literally flipped her over onto her back.
A few more hands honed in on the upset blond and stretched her out on the belt while making sure her feet were facing the next station and her head was laying on the belt. From her new position Ashley could see that the next station was the diapering station! Numerous mechanical arms were waving around from the ceiling and each one held a cute disposable diaper in their hands that looked like they were large enough to fit her.
"I don't want to wear a diaper!" Ashley whined.
Misty simply sighed. She should've known better than to come back to this crazy place. Sure, she couldn't figure out how to get out of her old diaper, but if she had just swallowed her pride she could've found someone willing to help her out. Now she had gotten her best friend involved and, just like always, he was no help. Yeah, she may have gotten out of her diaper, but at what cost? Now she was going right back into a fresh one!
Washed, powdered and restrained, the machine had these two girls right where it wanted them. The machine had Ashley and Misty's legs up, exposing their cute puckered pussies and round asses for diapering.
Ashley looked behind her and saw Misty's perfect pussy. The blond had always wondered what it looked like, but Ashley never thought that she would find out like this! Suddenly, she felt her bottom get lowered down onto a soft cushion. It felt nice, but a loud crinkle told the newly created woman that her fat ass was laying on a diaper! The very idea that the machine was actually going to force her to wear a diaper like Misty made the blond's face burn red with embarrassment.
"Please don't diaper me!" Ashley pleaded.
No response was given except for a pair of hands going for her waist. Ashley could do nothing but lay there awkwardly as the big bulky fingers of the hands fiddled with her diaper. They pulled the wings tight, wrapping her womanly hips in a layer of plastic as another pair of gloved hands tugged on the disposable diaper's tapes and fastened each side of her diaper together, sealing the trainer from Pallet town into a tremendously thick, plastic covered diaper.
As if adding insult to injury, the hands finished her diapering by patting the front of her diaper. She could barely feel her new pussy through all that thick padding. It was like the machine was letting Ashley know that she wouldn't be playing with herself anymore.
"I swear to Arceus that I'm going to burn this place down when I finally get out of here again!!" Misty declared defiantly.
With a frown, Ashley peered back behind her and saw Misty's pampered posterior staring back at her. The blond had expected nothing less, but when she heard all of the loud screams coming from the furious redhead, she had to check on her friend and check to see that she was okay.
"Let me go you stupid gloves!"
It looked like Ashley was going to get company if the angry insults coming from Misty were an indication. The blond gazed up at the squirming water trainer who was being held by a pair of gloved hands. No matter how hard she fought, the mechanical hands kept her from falling.
"Misty!" Ashley hollered out, "behind you!"
The first redhead stopped fighting and turned her head to see the same rod that fucked Ash slowly coming for her! With a flurry of kicks and screams, Misty fought with everything she had to escape from the metallic tentacles that were holding her, but the machine was simply too powerful. Her diaper was ripped from her petite body and, just like with Ash, Misty's legs were grabbed and positioned in such a way that allowed the piston to be perfectly lined up with her bare naked ass.
"No!!" Misty begged. "I'll be good! I promise!"
The machine couldn't be negotiated with or talked out of performing its task. With a motorized hum, the long shiny rod was pushed up into Misty's pooper and pumped in and out of her without mercy. Misty took the phallic metal rod as well as could be expected, but after the second push, she broke down and started wailing due to how large the metal intruder was inside her tiny hole. She had never felt anything so massive in all of her life!
While this was happening to Misty, Ashley was moved slightly away from the redhead and gasped as a pair of gloved hands brought over two large milking tubes. The blond didn't know what they were, but she struggled against her gloved captors when they neared her new breasts with those odd looking tubes. The blond tried to pull away from the horrible machine, but it was no use, the hands were much too strong and attached the milker to one her new nipples. Another hand stuck a milker to Ashley's other nipple and then held both milkers in place for a moment, waiting for the machine to be powered on.
In an instant, the tubes shook as they cane to life. Ashley winced as she felt a powerful suction tug at her nipples. Within seconds, a small spurt of milk sprayed into the tube. The second hose was similarly sucking milk from her the nipple on her right breast causing Ashley to moan. With a whirring sound, the blond shuddered as both of the hoses simultaneously began pumping milk from her breasts.
Ashley's new areolas kept squirting milk as the milking tubes rhythmically sucked on them. moving them upward within the sealed cylinder. Ashley sighed happily as her nipples grew hard. Ripples of pleasure radiated across her chest as her new breasts slowly became lighter as the machine drained them, sucking them dry.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maaaiii Arceus!!!!!" Ashley cried in ecstacy.
Ashley could feel a warm fluid trickling down her inner thighs from her new womanhood. She didn't know what was happening, but the newly created hole between her legs was throbbing and was demanding attention. However, Ashley couldn't reach down and touch her quivering lower lips. Her arms and legs were still held by the gloved hands that held her captive.
The machine must've noticed that Ashley's pussy was leaking cum because it moved the long phallic rod which had just spread the blond trainer's asshole over to her new pussy. A powerful jolt rocked Ashley's body, causing the young woman's new clitoris to come alive as the huge rod entered the moist pair of lips. In a rhythmic fashion, the hard vibrating rod was repeatedly thrusted into Ashley's body making her petite body bounce up and down. She was simultaneously being fucked and milked by this crazy machine!
This pattern of penetration and milking continued while Misty was finishing her anal stretching. The poor redhead was practically crying as a pair of suction cups were affixed to her hard nipples. Once the machine came to life, a powerful force sucked on her nipples, pulling them into the openings of the tubes which created a tight vacuum that forced her milk to spray out of her areolas. This repeating suction caused a steady stream of her milk to flow down the tubes and into the machine which poured both Misty's and Ashley's milk into a collection tank. Once the tank was full, the milk would be transferred to the Joybot.
"Please stop!" Misty cried out as the milking machine threatened to suck her dry. "I can't take any more!"
Misty should've known by now that this machine could not be reasoned with or talked out of completely its assignment. If anything, the machine mistook the redheads pleading and yelling as shouts of ecstasy and brought over her anal stretching rod to the front of her tight virgin slit.
"No!" Misty shouted at the machine with tears in her eyes. "Anything but that!!"
It could be argued that the machine started penetrating Ashley to test out her new pussy, but Misty was already a woman. She didn't need her womanhood to be tested!
Sadly for the Cerulean City Gym Leader, she was about to be put into another battle against the machine. She had no way of knowing this, but Nurse Joy had designed the machine to make all of her future daughters both incontinent and reliant on her for all of their sexual releases. She wanted to forge a bond where the girls needed her. Misty was now going to have her pussy trained just like her asshole had been. Not only would she no longer be able to hold in her poop, but her pussy would soon learn to crave the metal rod above any other form of cock!
"It's too big! It's too big! It's tooooo biiiiiiiiiiggggg!!!!" Misty shouted as the anal stretching rod was rammed up her tight vagina. It was just such an extremely tight fit!
While Misty was learning just how much metallic cock her pussy could handle, Ashley was learning to love her new boyfriend as she thought of the machine. Her clenched jaw would only open to release long moans of pleasure as the machine taught the trainer from Pallet town to her new little pussy. Escaped my throat.
"Moar!" Ashley begged. I need moar!!"
Yet the machine did not care what the blond wanted. It did not slow or stop for Misty, nor did it speed up or increase its pounding for Ashley. It simply continued with its assigned steady rhythm of sliding in and out of her throbbing little slit, stretching the blond wide while causing Ashley to learn to crave the huge cock.
With each push, with each thrust, Ashley bounced and recoiled from the shock of getting fucked by such a massive rod. With every piston powered punch, the metallic dick stretched Ashley's new vagina lips, straining them to their limits as the blond trainer panted and gasped for air in between her slutty moans. Every so often Ashley would breathe in enough air to beg for more. With each thrust, Ashley learned to squeeze her hole tighter around the intruder, wrapping around the metal rod to increase her pleasure.
There was no denying that the blond was in love with this device as it drove up into her vaginal tunnel, pounding against her pelvic walls, demanding her womanly juices be spilled.
"Need moar!!!!" Ashley demanded as drool spilled onto her big breasts.
An unexpected shift of hydraulics caused the machine to speed up, ramming Ashley with its unrestrained power. The blond was now screaming as her wish was granted; the metallic dick fucked her with full force.
"Ohhh! Uuughh! Ohhhh maaaiiii!"
Misty could just make out Ash's shouts of lust over her own growing arousal. She did not consider herself to be a slut, but the tubes tugging on her nipples and the rod fucking her tight slit made her moan just as loudly as her friend. It was simply human nature that caused her to want more. The redhead was overwhelmed by her body's demands as she moaned, cried and strained against the gloved hands that spread her wide like a starfish. Her pale white skin was covered in little bumps, prickling from the sexual arousal while her heaving lungs cried out for more. Her hips were rolling in pace with the machine's thrusting as the pleasure kept building up until she could no longer hold back anymore.
"I'm gonna cum!" Misty shouted.
With milk tubes flowing, rods thrusting in and out of their pussies, the two trainers cried out together as the metallic dicks took them over the edge of ecstasy.
Ashley especially was crying out with everything she had as the blond squirted a healthy gush of her female juices. The sticky fluid splattered against the concrete floor as her body was consumed by pleasure.
Even as the machine stopped, and she finished cumming, the blond wanted more. She never wanted to give up that intense feeling! With what strength she had left, Ashley heaved and lifted her womanly hips up an inch or two and then gave up, landing on the phallic prosthetic allowing gravity to give her one last thrust. It was all she could do to draw out that amazing feeling, but it only lasted so long.
The facility was now extremely quiet. Only the sounds of electrical power coursing through the machines and some random gears turning could be heard. Each girl had ceased their screaming and begging. Both were now fully pleasured and content. Even the normally fiery Misty was docile as her mind swam in a sea of endorphins.
Once their milk tubes were removed and the rods returned to their storage space, the gloved hands resumed their jobs. Misty smiled as her womanhood was gently dried of her sticky cum, with a baby wipe, by one of the hands. At this point, she didn't even care if she was going to end up in a diaper. As long as she got to experience that every day, she would be anyone's baby!
Ashley hung there limply in the gloved hands grasp as she slowly started to regain her composure. The blond had no clue what was happening as the metallic tentacles carried her over to the conveyor belt. She was feeling tired after such a long fucking.
The yawning trainer from Pallet town and Misty were gently laid down onto the stiff surface of the conveyor belt. Wasting no time, the mechanical arms quickly forced them to lay spread out on the belt as they secured their hands to the surface of the belt with metal cuffs. Once cuffed, the gloved hands forced Ashley's hands behind her head while spreading her legs outwards, exposing her shaved pussy.
*Washing Procedure Engage!*
With a loud, electric hum, the conveyor belt turned on and slowly started moving forward as the two naked girls started squirming.
"They're going to wash us Ash!" Misty warned her friend who was forced to lay out in front of her.
Ashley didn't exactly understand what Misty was so worried about. A bath sounded so nice after having such vigorous sex with the metal penis. Her new pussy felt sore from the rod, but it wasn't as sore as her once tight butthole which now ached from being stretched wide.
The blond wondered where the tub was as she approached a pair of matching metal pillars. Without warning, she was blasted by a series of water spraying out of two metal poles which stood on opposite sides of the belt. Five jets of water hit her lower body, wetting her feet and thighs as five other blasts of water covered her stomach breasts and face.
"What kind of bath is this?!" The startled blond shouted. "It's like a shower or something…"
Suddenly, a large spinning brush came out from an opening in the roof. It looked just like those brushes that car washes used to clean the roof of the cars! The massive, industrialized brush slowly lowered from the ceiling and started going over Ashley's body, causing the naked blond to scream out in a fit of giggles; she was so ticklish!
"Stahp! Stahp!" Ashley cried out in between laughs as her body was assaulted by the mammoth brush.
Millions of tiny brushes tickled her entire body, starting at the tips of her toes until reaching the top of her head. However, the brush did seem to linger on Ashley's midsection due to her new breasts. They were a perfect target for the overhead brush since they sat perched above the rest of her slender body. Such big boobs caused the huge brush to go over them a few extra rotations, whirling over her sensitive nipples, before rolling along and hitting her face.
"Ahaaa! Hhha!"
Misty could see the large brush swirling robotically in front of her as it finally finished going over Ash's face. She recalled seeing Nurse Joy start to get sprayed with water, but she interrupted the machine before it could actually wash her. Nurse Joy may have been crazy, but Misty had a feeling that this part of the machine was designed by Team Rocket. No mother would wash their babies like this!
"I don't want to be washed like this!" Misty shouted as the approaching brush started going over her pale feet.
The squirming redhead tried not to laugh, but the small bristles tickled the soles of her feet before slowly moving over her calves and thighs. The brush was slowly making its way up her body, but the wide car wash style brush was spinning incredibly fast!
"Enough!" Misty cried as water sprayed her head.
Unlike Ashley, Misty wasn't as gifted up top and the brush quickly passed over her chest and was on a collision course with her poor face! The spinning brush ran over her face repeatedly, forcing soap and water into her eyes and mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, the Cerulean City Gym Leader could actually breath air instead of soap.
"I hate this stupid machine!" Misty cried as a pair of mechanical arms descended from the ceiling.
Ashley finally stopped laughing as she was lifted up by the gloved hands and held in the air. She looked around, wondering if that was the end of her washing as her friend joined her in the air. They both kind of hung there like wet rags.
"Misty, is it over yet?" The blond couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know. It could be."
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" Ashley screamed as an unseen fluffy spinning brush made contact with her plump bottom, swirling over her soapy buttcheeks repeatedly, scrubbing them softly but rapidly.
Right when Misty saw Ashley get attacked by the round fan brush, she felt a bizarre feeling on her ass; it was washing her too!
The two girls squirmed and spun around in the air, wrapping themselves in the machine's power cords, until both of their bodys were dangling from the roof like soaping wet puppets covered in soapy suds. Two new fluffy brush machines pressed against their faces, causing them to twist and turn until they smacked into each other's back. As if by reflex, Ashley and Misty leaned away from one another, trying to give each other space, but all that succeeded in doing was getting them entwined together as their butts pressed together.
"Ash! Your ass is touching mine!" Misty whined, kicking her legs backward before another spiny fluffy brush started washing her shoulder.
Ashley could feel the back of Misty's thigh rubbing against her pussy and enjoyed the nice feeling until the spinning fluffy brush started coming at her face!
"Nooooo!"
Ashley cried out, her eyes wide with fear, as the fluffy rotary brush hit her face.
The blond tried to move her head away from the round brush, but it was just so quick. Spinning clockwise, round and round, the brush covered her face and scrubbed off all of her sweat from her anal stretching and sex session.
As Ashley was getting her face cleaned, Misty was fighting against a very naughty brush that was trying to get in between her legs. It worked its way up her inner thighs and finally reached her sore lower lips. Hoovering in place, the mechanical arms pressed the spinning fluffy brush into her shaved pussy. The redhead instantly started moaning and shouting as her pussy tingled. She struggled against her binds and tried to move away from the invasive brush, but she couldn't get away from the swishing brush that tickled the surface of her pussy. All she did was press her back against Ashley's back again.
Ashley could feel Misty's spamming body against her own, quivering repeatedly as the girl moaned and screamed. However, she could do nothing to help her friend because the brush moved down from her face and started swirling around her large perky breasts! The soap covered fluffy brush was spinning so fast that her nipples started to get very hard and hot. In fact, her whole body was starting to warm up as the blond felt her skin turn pink.
"Stahp it!" Ashley whined, but couldn't deny that the brush was starting to turn her on. The feeling of the fluffy brush swirling across her sensitive nipples made her feel so horny that her pussy started to leak.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Ashley could hear Misty begging over the electronic whirring of the fan brush. The blond knew exactly what was happening to her friend and hoped that the brush would do the same to her pussy too. In the end, Ashley actually got her wish and ended up joining Misty when the brush washing her breasts moved downwards towards her sticky crotch. Ashley was finally able to catch her breath, but she wouldn't be able to breathe for long as the brush made its way down her tight tummy to clean her dirty lower lips.
"YYAAZZ!" Ashley shouted like a lewd girl who craved sex.
"I need moarrr!!" Misty roared.
While both girls were getting their pussies cleaned, a mechanical arm snuck around underneath them and held up a spinning fluffy brush. The brush moved closer and closer until the two girls could feel a soft set of bristles spinning across their plump butts, lathering soap around both of their bottoms. It was a unique feeling for both of the girls as their own brush worked on their pussies while their asses shared a brush.
"Moar please!!" Misty begged.
While both girls were getting their pussies cleaned, a mechanical arm snuck around underneath them and held up a spinning fluffy brush. The brush moved closer and closer until the two girls could feel a soft set of bristles spinning across their plump butts, lathering soap around both of their bottoms. It was a unique feeling for both of the girls as their own brush worked on their pussies while their asses shared a brush.
Misty quivered and wriggled as her body felt like it was shivering in sexual ecstasy from all the different brushes swirling over her pale skin. She had just came only minutes ago, but he body was starting to build up again as her mind swam in a sea of pleasure. If Nurse Joy had treated her like this only hours ago, Misty might've given in and became her baby.
Ashley too was enjoying the hundreds of tiny bristles brushing over her new private parts. Her pussy felt extremely sensitive due to her training with the metallic rod and the dancing brushes made her lower lips tingle and drip with her juices. If the brushes kept going, she would need another washing!
A loud beep rang out above the sounds of the machinery and their sinful moaning. Suddenly all the brushes ceased spinning and the blond and redhead found themselves beat red and unfulfilled. Ashley especially was whining and bucking her hips into the air while Misty found a blush spreading across her face.
To Be Continued...
"M-Misty?" Ash asked, surprised to see Misty on the screen of his Pokegear.
"Hey, Ash!" Misty blushed slightly, hoping that her old friend couldn't hear the random crinkle that came from her bottom as she shifted her feet nervously. "Long time no see, huh?"
"Yeah, it's been a while."
"Pika pi!" Pikachu cried as he climbed up onto Ash's shoulder and looked down at the screen containing Misty's image.
"Hi, Pikachu!" Misty smiled, happy to see the yellow rodent."
"Pi Pika Pi!" The rodent chattered excitedly as it stared at Misty on the Pokegear.
Misty wished she could continue with the pleasant reunion, but decided to cut to the chase. "Are you still in Pallet Town?"
The Raven haired trainer leaned closer to the camera. "How did you know I was back in Kanto?"
"Pi Pika." Pikachu seemed to pick up on Ash's surprise and added his own voice into the conversation.
"I called Brock to ask him where you were. He said that you had just gotten back from traveling overseas in Kalos." Misty replied, glad that she had called Brock first to see if Ash was even on the same continent as her. The three friends did do their best to stay in touch, but Ash was always the hardest to stay in contact with due to his globetrotting style of training.
"Yeah, I called Brock and told him that I had gotten back yesterday, but when I tried to call your Gym, you didn't answer." Ash trailed off.
Suddenly, the awkwardness Misty felt was replaced by the events of the previous night washing over her mind like a tsunami. Despite not wanting Ash to know what was strapped tightly around her waist, she had to tell him about Nurse Joy.
"Ash! You have to get over to Cerulean City right now!"
Ash held the Pokegear away from his face, not wanting to get his ears blown out by Misty shouting as Pikachu scurried down Ash's body and stood on the ground.
"What's got you so worked up all of the sudden, Misty?" The black haired boy couldn't help but ask.
"It's a long story, but the reason I missed your call last night was because Nurse Joy had kidnapped me! She made some sort of deal with Team Rocket and she's now trapped in this warehouse on the edge of the city."
"Nurse Joy kidnapped you?" Even as Ash said the words, he couldn't believe what he was saying. Then, his brain processed the second half of his friend's statement. "Joy is working with Team Rocket?!" Ash exclaimed.
"Yeah, she stole a Pokemon she was treating from the Pokemon Center and traded it to Team Rocket for a giant robot." Misty explained, purposely leaving out the stuff about getting put into a diaper.
"That doesn't sound like something that she would do…" Ash muttered to himself, not exactly believing what he was hearing.
"You have to believe me! She's lost her mind, Ash!"
"Why didn't you get Officer Jenny to handle this?" Ash thought aloud.
'Damn it, Ash. You would ask me that…'
"Because…" Misty paused, trying to think up an excuse. It wasn't like she could just tell Ash that she didn't want Jenny to see her in a diaper. "What if Jenny was working for Team Rocket too? Wouldn't it make sense for Jenny to be involved too if Joy was?"
"Huh, now that you say it, that does make sense." Ash replied.
"So, when can you get here from Pallet Town? Do you have any flying Pokemon that can fly you over here?"
"I was already heading to Cerulean City…"
"Really?" Misty asked, surprised by what Ash said.
Suddenly, the urgency of the situation was replaced by curiosity.
"Why were you heading over here?" The redhead asked coyly, pivoting her weight from her left foot to her right foot.
"I wanted to surprise you and then go see Brock at the Saffron City Pokemon Hospital." Ash answered and, for a brief moment, he could've sworn that he heard a crinkling sound come across the connection.
Misty felt her heart flutter. 'Ash, you big softie.'
"Well, that's good. When can you get here?" The redhead stated, trying not to sound like she missed him or anything like that.
"I was probably going to do some training and get there in the afternoon, but this sounds like it's serious. I can be there in an hour or two if it doesn't rain." Ash replied as he looked up from the Pokegear and gazed down at the vast forest at the base of Mt. Moon.
"Thanks, Ash. I knew you were the only person who could help me with this."
"No sweat. Where should I meet you? At your Gym or-"
"It's an old warehouse on the main route heading towards Mt. Moon." Misty explained, interrupting Ash.
"Okay. That's easy. Just don't do anything until I get there."
"I won't. I'll be waiting for you outside of the warehouse." Misty said with a smile.
"See you soon."
With that said, the screen went black, leaving Ash only with his thoughts as a dark bank of clouds rolled overhead.
"Misty was acting weird. Huh, Pikachu?"
"Pika." The yellow mouse agreed.
"Well, no matter what is going on, we have to help her." Ash declared to his furry friend who nodded and the duo resumed their trek towards Cerulean City.
The sky had become overcast and, as the minutes went by, it looked like it would rain soon. Ash occasionally glanced skywards as if to confirm that the dark clouds were still there, hanging thick in the sky above. It was quite a contrast compared to what the trainer from Pallet Town had awoken to only an hour ago when the sky was beautifully lit by the rising sun in all its glory. The air had been warm then, but now cool breezes whirled around the young man as the darkened sky seemed ready to spill forth its bounty of rain upon him.
A few thick drops of rain smacked against Ash's face and arms. An electric sparking sound came from beneath him and Ash noticed that Pikachu's cheeks were starting to spark due to the thunderstorm rolling in overhead.
"Pikachu, I know you hate it inside your Pokeball, but I don't want you getting overcharged if lightning starts going off."
"Pi Pika chu." The small Electric Pokemon agreed and was called to its Pokeball.
Within a minute after withdrawing Pikachu, the loud crack of thunder roared overhead, causing Ash to flinch. A steady downpour began to pelt the boy from Pallet town, causing him to run for the forest.
"Today just keeps getting worse." Ash muttered to himself as he walked underneath the canopy of trees.
Thankfully, the leafy overgrown trees were able to protect him from the rain as he continued to walk deeper into the forest. Despite being shielded from the rain the initial downpour had left his clothes soaking wet. Even with sopping wet clothes clinging to his body, Ash was able to press onwards and, within two hours, he spotted the large, rustic looking warehouse that Misty had mentioned during their last contact. His luck seemed to be changing since the red headed tomboy was standing in front of the corrugated steel covered building.
"Misty!"
However, as he got closer to the building, he noticed that the water trainer looked oddly dressed. She wasn't wearing her trademark blue Jean shorts and yellow crop top nor was she wearing her all yellow outfit that she wore during her time with him in Johto. No, what she was wearing was an oversized green dress that seemed to hang loosely down from her neck only to billow out in an oddly round bump around where Ash suspected her shorts would normally be.
"Ash!" Misty called out to him with a smile as she waved her arm.
"What are you wearing?" Ash couldn't help but ask.
"I haven't seen you in almost a year and that's the first thing you say to me in person, Ash Ketchum?!"
Ash smiled. That was the Misty he remembered from his travels through Kanto and Johto. Her over the top annoyance and all too familiar twitch of her eyebrow caused a surge of memories to come cascading back to him as her cute little nostrils flared. Even if she was wearing the equivalent of an old green canvas bag, it was the same old Misty.
"Since when do you wear a dress? You weren't wearing that thing when we talked on the Pokegear this morning."
"I'm not wearing this because I want to!" The fiery redhead replied in an annoyed tone. "I have to wear this because Nurse Joy's stupid robot put me a-" Misty paused, too embarrassed to say what she was wearing out loud.
"In a what?"
Ash arched an eyebrow as a blushing Misty bent down with a loud crinkle. He watched as one of his closest friends hiked up the hem of her dress until he spotted what was causing her to have a bulge at her hips. It was a large, discolored diaper!
"You're wearing a diaper?!" Ash had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing his ass off.
"It's not funny, Ash!" Misty whined and hit the boy from Pallet Town on the head.
Ash looked up from the ground and saw the diaper as he unintentionally caught a glimpse up her dress. "Is this a joke or something?"
"Why would I make you come all the way out here if I was going to play a joke on you?" Misty asked as a throbbing vein popped up on her forehead.
"Okay. So it's not a joke, but why is it wet?"
Misty's face grew even redder, almost as red as the hair on her head. She struggled to find the right words to explain her predicament.
"I've been stuck in this- thing- since yesterday!"
"You can't take it off?"
Misty sighed and shook her head. It was no use getting even more upset over this situation due to Ash's questions. After all, it seemed that Ash was still the same simpleminded and naive boy he was on that faithful day she had met him.
"So, you can't get that diaper off and Joy is trapped inside this building?"
"Yes, she's trapped inside this weird robot that looks just like her." Misty answered.
"She must be stuck inside the driver's seat" Ash assumed.
"You'll see. Now let's get her free before it starts raining harder."
Ash nodded, but stepped in front of Misty and opened the door. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you so I'll lead the way."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Misty answered quietly as she followed him into the dimly lit warehouse.
'Didn't I leave the lights on when I left?'
"Wait a minute, Ash. Let me turn on the-"
Right as Misty reached for Ash's shoulder, a few dozen mechanical arms came from the ceiling and grabbed the black haired trainer, lifting him off of his feet.
"Misty!" Ash cried out in shock. "What's going on?!"
The redhead didn't wait to find out as she dived behind a stack of crates that were lined up in the center of the floor.
"Let go of me!" Ash shouted, struggling against the numerous metallic arms that held him by his ankles and wrists.
The four arms held the boy stretched out, much like a starfish, as another pair of arms got to work stripping him of his clothing. One gloved hand removed his prized hat while another started untieing his shoes. With expert precision the hands both took off his shoes at the same time and then moved on to undressing his lower body by pulling on his belt that held his pokeballs. With a fluid tug by one of the hands, the belt came off. With his pants loose, the hands simultaneously yanked down his pants revealing his boxers.
"Hey! Give me back my pants!" Ash cried.
The gloved hands securing his ankles had to relinquish his legs to allow his pants to be removed entirely. With this slight freedom given to him Ash started flailing his legs, kicking at his robotic captors. One of the mechanical arms snuck behind him and yanked upwards on the waistband of his underwear, giving the boy a wicked wedgie until the shorts ripped into two pieces.
"Ooouuuccchhh!" Ash whined. "That hurt!"
The arms went about their business, not paying attention to his questions or caring about his demands to cease their actions, as the moved onto his upper body. They ripped his navy blue jacket roght down the middle, creating a clean tear as it was removed from his body. The AI running the machine wasn't going to give him another opportunity to fight back as it dropped the scraps of what used to be his underwear and clothes onto the floor. His shirt and fingerless gloves were the last bits of clothing to be discarded onto the floor, joining the remnants of his underwear, jacket and shirt as Ash squirmed and wriggled against the big white gloves that held him firmly in their grasp.
"Bwaaah!" The naked trainer from Pallet yelled as he realized that he was naked from head to toe. He wanted nothing more than to cover his privates, but the machine refused to relinquish his arms.
"Who's doing this? Nurse Joy? Team Rocket?!" Ash asked defiantly.
Ash's questions went unanswered as an eerie sound came from the ceiling as an odd looking screen was lowered down. With a bit of static, the television came to life, but what Ash saw on the screen was nothing like any TV he had ever seen before. The screen glowed a bright red as it proceeded to slowly pass his head and scan his entire body. Ash looked down as a steady red line crept down his chest and onto his stomach, scanning his entire upper body with a red laser beam. It seemed that all the screen wanted to do was go over his body which was embarrassing enough for the trainer, but if he had known that he was being documented and his body's measurements were being entered into Nurse Joy's database of daughters, Ash would've probably blushed even harder than he already was. Things seemed to be proceeding along smoothly until the screen saw his cock.
"Inappropriate Appendage Located Where Vagina Should Be! Engaging Feminization Protocol To Correct The Growth!" A robotic voice declared to the confused trainer who hung butt naked in the air.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Ash shouted into the dimly lit building.
No answer was given, but out of nowhere he felt one of the gloves glide its thick finger down the small of his back until it stopped right between his buttcheeks. Ash wasn't a genius, but he was smart enough to clench his cheeks shut. Sadly for the Pokemon trainer, the machine was much stronger than him and easily breached his backdoor until the finger was pushed deep into his hole, filing his asshole entirely. Ash's eyes bulged out of his head as he started to resist, pulling away from the intrusive digit, but the hands holding him by his wrists and ankles prevented him from getting far enough away from the anal invader.
"What are you doing?! Stop that!" Ash demanded as the finger slid deeply into his hole until it reached his prostate.
Ash went cross-eyed when the finger started probing his prostate and tickling his anal canal. Even though his whole body was consumed by an unknown sense of sexual ecstacy, Ash could still focus his mind on the source of his undying pleasure. He could feel the thick finger repeatedly rub against the deepest reaches of his hole as his entire body randomly spasmed, his cock suddenly growing very hard.
Despite Ash's weak protest, the machine continued the prostate massage until it got the exact response the machine wanted from the boy.
Even though Ash couldn't understand what the machine was trying to do him, he still knew that it felt good. He ceased his struggles and allowed a new gloved hand to grab his erect penis. It gave him a loving squeeze before it tightly wrapped its comical fingers around his shaft. The hand started stroking him with a smooth, fluid motion that gradually became a series of precise strokes which grew exponentially quicker and quicker with each passing second. What followed was a bizarre mixture of Ash bucking his crotch clumsily against the robotic hand that was jerking him off while the other hand kept sticking its probing finger up his ass, repeatedly pulling it out only to shove it back into his butthole.
"This feels amazing!" Ash exclaimed happily.
Misty looked out from behind her hiding spot to see what Ash was shouting about. She couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy being stripped naked and diapered- What she expected to see and what she actually saw caused her to blush from head to toe. One of her best friends was held up in the air by mechanical arms while getting fucked in the ass by an almost cartoonish, gloved hand as another identical hand was busy working on his cock. Misty knew exactly what the machine was doing; it was jerking him off, but why? She recalled being stripped naked and diapered, but that was the extent of anything sexual that happened. The machine didn't finger bang her or anything and Nurse Joy didn't get fingered by the machine, she had to service herself, Misty recalled with a grimace.
"Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh" Ash moaned.
It was so overwhelming to the young man who had never felt anything like this before. The hands were doing things that he never thought were possible. Every few seconds, Ash found himself squirming and clenching helplessly as the probing finger kept plunging itself back into him. Every few seconds he was forced to let out a girlish moan of sexual bliss when his dick, squeezed between the fat fingers, started twitching. Ash didn't understand why the glove rubbing his cock felt so good. He didn't understand how his penis could grow so big or why it was throbbing. He simply kept humping the hand, letting it rub his cock as he started to feel faint and out of breath.
Out of nowhere another hand gropes and squeezes at his ball sack, kneading his testicles in between its fingers. Ash let out a staggered, weakened groan of pleasure due to this new stimulation. As the hands rubbed, fucked and pulled him, he felt the glove that was still jerking him off become slippery and sticky. For some reason that Ash couldn't comprehend, his cock was dripping a weird white fluid that was leaking out of the tip of his cock. This bizarre substance created a warm, slippery surface for his cock to rub against as the hand continued to gently stroke him off with its fat fingers.
Ash suddenly felt anxious as everything slowed down. It was getting hard to focus and he was starting to feel a strange mixture of euphoria and panic since his breathing became even more labored. His balls were twitching and his vision was becoming a bit blurry as the hand kept stroking him to the brink of ecstasy. Ash instinctively arched his back while his cock finally erupted, sending a long stringshot of hot white goo flying out into the air.
Fully spent, Ash hung there limp and tired as the restraining gloves held him up by his wrists as his legs gave out. Coming down from his post orgasm, Ash started to think a bit more rationally. The whole situation made no sense and only served to confuse the boy even more than before, but he would be lying if he said that wasn't the most amazing feeling that he had ever experienced in his life.
"Emptying Of The Genitals Has Been Completed! Commencing Surgery!"
"What?" He asked. "What's that supposed to mean?!"
Ash stared at the odd cylinder shaped mechanism that replaced the odd TV screen. The device was slowly lowering itself down from the ceiling while Ash stared at it with a puzzled expression. The top portion of the tube was lavender in color with a square shaped ending that looked like a small box. Without warning, the box spread open into numerous panels which were connected to the cylinder by thin rods that swung out on tiny black hinges while a few longer pieces of metal stretched out like spider legs, wielding blades. The whole thing looked extremely high tech and extremely dangerous.
"What's that thing!?" Ash cried out, worried about the device that was hovering near his limp cock.
A grey tentacle snaked its way out of the center of the pink device until it hovered over Ash's circumcised cock. It quickly clamped itself beneath the head of his penis and started stroking it until it grew hard again The pink, metallic band stopped and held his cock firmly in place as the two or three spindly extensions wielding small, surgical blades grew closer to Ash's privates.
"Stay away!" Ash begged, but his pleas weren't processed by the machinery.
With a quick slash across the boy's ball sack, the machine was able to gain access to his scrotum. Ash screamed as his whole body shook in agony. The machine didn't just cut him, but it sliced him open across the middle of his sack from the base of his cock to the start of his gooch. Not only was his most sensitive organ gushing blood, but his whole body started to feel incredibly cold as another slightly smaller cylindrical device came towards him from the roof.
"What are yo- AHHHHHH!" Ash screamed out in agony as the device stuck itself into the Incision.
The odd machine reached his sack and clipped the veins holding his balls before the metallic rod came to life with a rumble inside his ball sack, sucking his balls out with an extremely strong vacuum tight suction, removing his testicles with little care or concern about hurting him. Ash shivered and twitched, trying to stay awake as his body trembled underneath the bizarre machine that was performing a sadistic surgery on his manhood without any anesthetic.
"Please-" Ash tried to find his breath as the machine finished removing his testicles and started slicing his penis, "please, staahhpp!!!!"
Misty couldn't believe her eyes as she cautiously poked her head out from behind the random crates that lined the side of the conveyor belt. From her vantage point she could see that the machine had removed Ash's balls! The machine had removed Ash's balls in mere seconds and now was slicing his dick, peeling it back like a banana as blood leaked everywhere. Misty had to cover her mouth to keep herself from vomiting as the machine started slicing his dick. It only took seconds for the boy's once proud manhood to be dissected and shredded into ribbons of red flesh. The redhead clenched her eyes shut as a gloved hand with red splotches covering its white surface started peeling the ribbons of flesh back. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was Ash trembling while his eyes were tightly shut. It seemed that he couldn't watch the machine manipulate his cock like it was a banana ether.
Misty sat there trying to ignore what was going on just mere feet away from where she hid, feeling ashamed of herself. She wanted to do something to help her friend. She wanted to save him, but she didn't know how she could do that. Above all else; she wanted to scream. However, she knew better than to do that. All that would do was give herself away. Even if she had no idea what to do, it was still better to save herself than to end up like Ash.
'Ugh, I'm pathetic.' The redhead winced as she heard the familiar high powder hum of a vacuum suck away more of Ash's manhood.
She wasn't a coward. She was better than this! She knew that she had to do something. After all, she got Ash into this mess. 'If it wasn't for me, Ash wouldn't be getting his dick removed by a crazy machine!'
A pair of mechanical arms slithered their way down from the roof, going past Ash who was struggling to stay awake. The arms used their white gloved hands to pull apart what remained of his penis so the sucking machine sucked up the blood until there was nothing left except for some drooping skin. With a loud hum, the rod shaped device that had sucked up his balls and cleaned up his ruined penis, began to push into his crotch it was pushing through the mess of shredded skin, creating a hole where his new vagina would be crafted from the remaining skin of his dick.
Ash gasped and released an ear piercing scream as the metal rod turned slowly, twisting itself like a knife into his flesh as it stuffed itself into his pelvis. As the rod tunneled into him, stretching his new birth canal wide and deep, a terrible, foul smell of burning flesh wafted up to the trainer from Pallet Town's nose. Ash craned his head towards his now sexless crotch and saw what was causing the painful burning feeling; a laser worked feverishly to cauterize the numerous incisions on what remained of the skin hanging from his crotch as a pair of gloved hands molded the remains of his balls together to form the outer lips of his new pussy.
Another machine gradually descended from an opening in the ceiling and appeared to hover over Ash's chest. The boy stared at the weird, spark plug shaped device which hung from the roof by a long purple tube. Without warning, the base of the lavender colored device pressed into his chest and a tight seal was formed over his right pectoral muscle. A vibration signaled to the boy that the machine on his chest had started up as he felt dozens of metallic holes manipulating his skin. An agonizing pinch caused him to howl as something jabbed his nipple. Seconds turned to minutes as his chest began to tingle and swell.
Ash had no idea about the transformation that was occurring hidden from his sight by the metallic tube. The holes that lined the inner walls of the tube were pinching his skin at a microscopic level, injecting his right chest muscle with chemicals to help his chest grow a matching pair of large breasts. It had an immediate effect upon his breast that Ash could feel; his pectoral muscle was swelling and getting firmer. While that was happening, three tiny metal arms were working on his boyish nipple, tugging on it and pulling it until the hormone enhanced chemical cocktail caused his nipple to become large like a woman's.
As the mysterious machine worked on his chest, Ash felt a huge pressure leave his body. He looked past the lavender tube attached to his chest and saw the white rod being pulled away from between his legs. Where his cock and balls once hung was now a flat pubic mound with a slit. He stared at his new vagina with confusion.
"So, this is what girls have?" Ash wondered aloud to himself.
A hiss of air shot out from the sides of the circular opening, interrupting his train of thought as the strange mechanism lifted itself from his right pectoral muscle. What was once a flat surface had been replaced by a truly glorious breast which looked like it belonged to a porn star.
Ash's mouth hung open in shock. He couldn't believe that he now had a boob! What was even crazier was the fact that it was bigger boobs than his own Mother's!
"What have you done to me?!" Ash shouted at the numerous machines working in tandem to transform his body.
'I can't just sit here and do nothing!'
Misty stood up and looked past the side of the boxes that concealed her body, ready to help her dear friend. However, all of her courage crumbled when she saw a large white rod hovering between Ash's legs! She looked past the rod and saw that her friend now had a vagina! If that wasn't bad enough, just above the spot where the weird cylinder was protruding from his chest Misty spotted a large pair of breasts hanging from the boy's chest!
'He's going to have bigger tits than me!' Misty shook such jealous thoughts from her head and tried to focus her mind. 'Why is this thing doing that to him? Why is it trying to make him a girl?!'
Suddenly, the fiery redhead realized just what the machine was doing to Ash. She recalled Nurse Joy saying something about how this thing was specifically designed to baby her "daughters" and, in a sick way, it sort of made sense that the machine was trying to make Ash into a girl. If Joy had kidnapped a boy and put him into the machine then the machine obviously was programmed to make that guy into a girl.
Misty felt queasy just thinking about what Ash was going through as a pair of gloved hands started to shave his black hair. Once again she ducked down, feeling ashamed of herself.
Ash winced as an electric razor was pressed against the base of his skull and pulled up the back of his head until it was removed just above his eyebrows. He peered down at his breasts to see numerous black hairs scattered across his bosom. The skin on the exposed strip of scalp was cold and felt foreign to the boy, but he would be getting used to it as the buzzing razor made another pass across his scalp sending even hair falling onto his naked flesh as it fell to the cement floor.
The gloved hands used a painter's brush to go over Ash's scalp, sweeping away the excess hair which clung to the top of his now bald head. Once cleaned up, the machine focused on removing the remaining follicles his hair by shaving around his ears. The gloved hands gently holding them down and out of the way of the razor as the last of his hair was removed.
"If I'm supposed to be a girl then why am I bald?!" Ash cried at the ceiling in vain.
The gloved hand ignored him and ran a lone finger against his bare skin, checking to see if it missed any lone hairs, but it seemed pleased with the tiny bits of stumble that covered Ash's head. Taking the painter's brush, another hand dipped it into a bucket of clear goop. With a full brush, the hand slattered it all over Ash's head, causing him to squirm from the odd material coating every inch of his bald head.
"Arrgh! What are you doing to me now?!"
A pink grappler shot down to just above his head and firmly planted a massive blond wig complete with a bow onto his bald head. The clear adhesive goop formed a rapid seal, ensuring that the wig was never going to leave his head unless it was literally shaved off.
Curiosity got the better of Misty and she decided to peak her head out from behind the crate. She couldn't believe her eyes! The removal of his short black hair and addition of the blond hair made Ash look just like a woman! If Misty didn't know any better, she would bet money that Ash, with his new body, could compete with her older sister for any man in Kanto.
"Hey! What's going on now?!" Ash hollered as the machine pulled down two harness-like things and put his legs into them.
They must have been motor-driven because they both began to pull Ashley's legs into an upright position so that her ass was stuck up in the air. A fairly innocent looking rectangular shaped machine was positioned near his plump bottom and long metal extension came out of the machine. This rod shaped extension was lined up perfectly with her asshole. A low hum filled the room as the big rod began the in and out motion of being inserted into Ashley's asshole.
"Hey! What are yo-AAHHHHH!"
A cold piston pushed it's way into Ashley's spread cheeks causing the newly created woman to emit a feminine shout as her plump buttocks took the anal intruder.
Ashley took in a breath as the machine was just a bit too large for her asshole, but thankfully the piston started to secrete a gel-like solution that was worked into her tight hole. The slick juices squirting out of the sides of the metal rod helped it slide more easily into her asshole. It started out gently at first and the liquid helped keep things moving, but suddenly the machine started going faster and growing larger in diameter!
The stretching of her asshole had begun!
The machine had one job; rendering the user incontinent. It just kept growing in size and extending as it pushed deeper and deeper into the poor Pokemon trainer's rear end.
The dainty shouts coming from Ashley gradually became a series of moans as the slippery rod slid in and out of her rectum. It was just too much for her to take, after all, it was only natural for the newly created woman's sensitive body to respond to the exquisite massaging and caressing in such an unlady like way. The deeper into her ass it went, the more liquid it squirted into her! It seemed that the machine had reached its limit when an extension popped out of the tip of the rod and slid even deeper into Ashley's asshole, stretching it gradually wider as the blond moaned like a dirty whore.
"Moooaarrr!" Ashley cried as her excited anal lips swelled, wrapping around the mechanical dong which was not only fucking her ass, but making her anally incontinent. Once it was done working on her asshole, she would never be able to hold in her poop again!
As the iron intruder pushed into the poor girl it emitted a pulse of some kind while simultaneously squirting a cold fluid, but this wasn't done to keep things slick like the warm gel. This new chemical solution mixed with the warm lubricant to produce a powerful chemical reaction that had an immediate effect upon the walls of the girl's asshole! The lining of her anus was rapidly losing muscle and the rolling sensation that the dying muscles created led to an orgasm that few had ever experienced in their lives.
"YAASSS!" Ashley cried out as she finally became a woman.
Misty watched the machine finish pleasuring her friend, Ash's eyelids were closed before he screwed up his pretty little face and screamed like a whore.
Slowly, Ashley's eyelids opened to reveal her beautiful, golden brown, eyes sparkling from the renewed euphoria she was feeling as the machine kept assaulting her asshole.
Misty looked around and realized that the machine was too busy butt fucking Ash to notice her. In the blink of an eye, her expression of disgust became a grin as she jumped out from her hiding place and ran for the door of the warehouse.
Just as Misty reached out to grab the door handle, a strangely familiar sensation was felt under her arms. The redhead paused and turned her head right as two gloved hands lifted her up into the air. Shouting and squirming, Misty tried to wriggle out of their hold, but the machines weren't going to let her go.
Misty turned away from her now imprisoned captor and looked down at herself. The diaper she was forced to wear seemed to be custom made and tailored to fit her size. It was thick, but not overly so. As she stared at the white disposable cradling her crotch, she realized that she didn't exactly have a lot of experience with diapers. After all, she was the youngest child out of four girls, and never had to change diapers, but she did know that all she had to do was pull off the tapes and the diaper would fall to the ground.
"Ugh!" Misty grunted in annoyance as her fingertips tugged on the edges of the tape and nothing happened. She tried to dig her nails underneath the firmly applied adhesive, but couldn't get any leverage. It was like the tapes were glued on and were only meant to be removed by the Joybot.
Upset, but still determined, Misty grabbed the waistband of her plastic prison and tried her hardest to pull it down. However, unlike a pair of panties, they wouldn't budge. She realized that the upper part of the diaper had contoured itself to her hips, sealing her firmly into the disposable and preventing her from yanking them down her thighs.
"Why won't you come off?!" Misty whined as she kept tugging on the plastic shell with all her strength, causing it to crinkle randomly against her fingers.
She then decided to try grabbing the outside edges of her diaper's leak guards for leverage. With a huff, she struggled and fought to slide them down, but it was no use; her diaper stayed firmly in place.
Sighing, Misty had to admit defeat. She contemplated asking the Joybot if there was a special way to get the diaper to come loose, but the sound of kicks against glass made Misty realize that wasn't exactly a good idea.. Even if the Nurse would tell her, she was now trapped within the mechanical contraption's glass stomach and the redhead from Cerulean City definitely didn't want to join her. Although it was a joke, Misty noted that her captor would definitely be trapped inside her own creation for a few months if she didn't get someone to help her.
The thought of getting Officer Jenny to assist her went through her mind before she dismissed it. If Nurse Joy was in cahoots with Team Rocket then what if Officer Jenny was too? It didn't sound unreasonable since it seemed like the criminal organization had already infiltrated the Pokemon Center. Plus, even if Jenny wasn't working for Team Rocket, Misty didn't exactly want Jenny to see her like this. She saw her every other day!
"Great, now I have to go outside dressed like this to find someone to save you!" Misty exclaimed as a vein throbbed on her forehead.
Anyone else might've left their kidnapper to rot, but the Cerulean City Gym Leader wasn't vindictive. She may have had a fiery temper and was firmly stubborn when it came to certain things, such as trying to get a new bike from a certain dimwit from Pallet Town, but she wasn't cruel.
"Ash!" Misty announced outloud. "He might be able to help me with this!"
She started walking back to the belt when she heard the ever familiar crackle of plastic against her thighs. A crimson blush spread across her face when she remembered what she was wearing.
"Ash is going to laugh at me!" Misty couldn't help but whine as she poked the outer plastic shell of her diaper.
Still, it was probably best if she tried to get Ash to come over here and help her. He was her best friend and, unlike some random person from the area, she didn't have to worry about him blabbing to anyone about her current state of dress. If word got around Cerulean City that the Gym Leader was seen naked, running around while wearing only a diaper, she would never be able to show her face in public again!
With her mind set, Misty started walking towards the exit when she caught a glimpse of something that looked out of place in the grey, industrialized factory. It looked like her yellow shirt! She waddled her way over to the side of the conveyor belt and bent down with a crinkle.
"Yes!" The redhead cheered as she saw that all of her clothes were strewn about, laying there on the other side of the machinery.
She hopped onto the conveyor belt and pivoted on her diapered butt to get over it. Landing on her bare feet, Misty quickly grabbed her yellow crop top and slid it over her head, smiling as her chest was now covered. Most of her midriff was still revealed, like it always was, but the fact that her diaper was uncovered irked the redhead. She reached for her jean shorts and struggled to yank them over her diaper. She managed to get them half way up her diapered butt, but the diaper was much too bulbous to allow the shorts to go any higher. Even if she could get them to cover her diapered backside and stay held up with her red suspenders, the zipper in the front wouldn't close and, no matter what she tried, the waistband of her diaper was still prominently on display from every angle.
"This stupid diaper is too big for my shorts!"
Misty frowned as she dropped her jeans, giving up on trying to cover the diaper. As she stared down at her padded prison, holding her suspenders in her hand, she thought of an idea. 'Maybe I can clip my suspenders to the diaper and go through the woods until I get back to the Gym. That way, I'll look normal from the waist up and, if anyone sees me, I'll probably be standing behind some bushes or shrubs.'
With a half baked plan in mind, Misty sat down on her diapered behind and coughed a single cough as a puff of baby powder was forced up from the front of her large pampers. After clearing her lungs of the talc based powder, she slightly smiled as she put on her trademark red, yellow and white sneakers. Under different circumstances, she would''ve enjoyed the comfort and padding that lifted her bottom a good inch off the hard cement floor of the facility. It was like sitting on a pillow, but a pillow that was perfectly fitted and made to cradle her petite form. Without being forced into various humiliation scenarios she had to admit that the diaper, by itself, was actually rather nice. If she wasn't about to venture out into the forest, there was a possibility that she could grow to like wearing them.
Before leaving the building, Misty felt a rapid sense of anxiety overwhelm her. She tried to push open the door, but her hand was starting to shake. She turned around one last time to look at nurse Joy; the reason she was in this strange situation. Part of her needed to see the woman trapped in the glass womb to remind herself of why she was about to risk her reputation by walking around in just a diaper and a shirt. She couldn't just leave her trapped like that even though she deserved it.
"Now you stay out of trouble and be a good girl for your mommy!" Misty shouted from her spot by the exit, seemingly gloating. She was snickering to herself as she turned back to face the door. With a much more steady hand, she forced it open and ventured out into the cool night air.
'It's still night out?' Misty realized as she walked away from the decrepit old warehouse and started to make her way into the woodlands.
She had no idea what time it was as numerous Murkrow sat on the tree branches that hung just above her head. They chattered with one another as Misty struggled to navigate the scrubby bushes that were starting to encroach upon the makeshift path in front of her. It reminded the redhead of all the times she and the boys would get lost in the woods. However, this overgrown area just outside of Cerulean City was her home. She may not have known the forest as well as the back of her hand, but she was confident that there was no chance she'd end up walking around aimlessly for days like during her travels with Ash and Brock.
Aside from the random Murkrow and Spearow cawing or Hoothoot hooting, she knew she was alone. She was sure of it. She kept telling herself this fact. However, the occasional crunch of a twig underneath her sneakers made her pause briefly to catch her breath. Despite being out during the middle of the night, and shielded from the potential prying eyes of random passersby by overgrowth, she was still breathing rapidly as her heart tap danced with every step she took. She had never been so nervous in her entire life!
The damn disposable strapped to her waist wasn't helping her either as every slight movement she made caused the thing to crinkle like a stiff plastic bag rustling in the wind. Each bush she accidently brushed up against only made her diaper sing it's manufactured song as the scurry of random Pokemon made the poor girl hold her breath. Normally she loved going for the occasional hike in the woods in the morning, but this was by far way more intense than a simple nature walk.
"AHHHHHH!" Misty screamed as a Furret darted out in front of her from a bush.
She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her scream of shock.
'It's just a Furret. It's not a person.'
Misty felt extremely tense, but after she stood there for a few minutes, she composed herself. However, as she caught her breath and was ready to move on, she noticed that shafts of morning light were beginning to breach the cover of the tree tops.
'Oh, the sun's rising… this isn't good.'
Misty sighed and pushed further into the forest as the track ahead of her was beginning to grow wider. The diapered Gym Leader stayed close to the bushes to preserve her modesty even though it meant having to concentrate on avoiding the protruding sticks and leaves. The last thing she wanted was to rub up against poison ivy or get scratches on her legs.
After a few minutes of cautiously creeping along the edge of the bushes, Misty came upon a small clearing which allowed her to see the sun rising behind Mt. Moon. She couldn't help but stop and admire the radiant colors that spread across the sky. The reds, blues and oranges hues colored the mountains, bathing the granite ridges that towered beyond Cerulean City in a medley of colors, making it appear as if the mountain range was a painting that belonged in an Art Museum.
Even though the sight was breathtaking, Misty knew that she didn't have time to enjoy the view. She lowered her gaze and took in the clearing she had found herself in. It seemed to be an island of grass in a sea of trees which made it seem somehow out of place with the surrounding bushland and forest. The grass looked lush and thick with spots of bare dirt thst randomly dotted the area. The clearing was ringed by tall trees that served to enclose it from the rest of the woods. It seemed to be vacant save for the few Pokemon that played and pranced around in the morning mist that was slowly dissipating. Misty saw that there were a few Pikachus and Diglett darting about and realized that this was one of the spots where she trained her Pokemon!
'I'm almost home!'
Misty stayed close to the trees and bushes, tracing the perimeter of the open space. If she could just find the path that led away from this clearing and back to Cerulean City, she could make it home in a matter of minutes instead of aimlessly wandering through the woods, hoping that she was headed in the right direction.
As Misty walked along the edge of the open area, a green bug type Pokemon, with its six black and yellow striped legs and a face on its back dropped, dropped down from a lone tree branch, dangling right in front of Misty.
"Spina!"
The poor, arachnophobic girl stood frozen, the only sound that could be heard was a faint, but increasingly loud hissing noise that came from her waist. Misty was so in shock that she didn't even realize that she was pissing herself.
Misty brought her balled fists to her face and screamed. "AHHHHHH!"
The girl's long, noodle like legs instantly carried her away from the horrible bug Pokemon as she ran as fast as she could, tears streaming from her eyes. She was so frightened that she didn't even feel the thoroughly soaked disposable diaper weighing her down as she ran, the garment struggling to contain all of her pee as some dripped past the leak guards. As she ran, the diaper's heft swayed gently with each stride the water trainer made until she slowed down to a stop near the edge of the woods.
Standing behind a large bush, Misty shook off her shock and actually smiled as she glanced out from behind a large bush she was crouched behind. She could see the top of her Gym building from here! No one seemed to be outside, most likely due to how early it was, and Misty wanted to get inside before it got any later in the morning. It was only a block away, she knew she could make it to her Gym, but doing so unseen was the real challenge.
Her adrenaline was slowly fading away as knelt there and studied the surrounding area. It seemed the coast was clear, but something caught her attention; an immense heat radiating from her crotch and an odd warmth cupping her bottom. It felt so strange to her. She looked down while simultaneously rubbing the front of her diaper.
"Ohhh, come on!" The furious redhead whined as she gazed down at the incredibly soggy diaper that was held firmly in place around her hips.
'That stupid Spinarak made me wet myself!'
Misty sat there, literally stewing in her own juices, as her plans for getting back to her Gym were just dashed. She didn't want to even leave the bush. It was one thing to be seen in a clean diaper. She could at least play it off like she lost a bet during a Pokemon battle or she was coming back from some kind of bizarre costume party. A visibly wet diaper was a whole other thing entirely. It's hard to play something like a diaper off as not being a big deal if the damn thing was literally about to burst like a water balloon.
"Good morning, Misty!"
The Cerulean Gym Leader immediately jerked her head up and peered from above the overgrown shrub to see a familiar face; the old lady who lived just across from her Gym.
"Hi, Mrs. Akima!" Misty replied as politely as she could.
"What are you doing over there? Hunting for new Pokemon?" Mrs. Akima stopped walking and inquired from her spot along the path.
"Yes!" Misty answered, struggling to keep her voice from wobbling. "My cousin is just about to start his Pokemon journey and he really wants something special. So, I'm looking through all these bushes until I find him a nice Pokemon."
"That's so kind of you to do that for your younger cousin." The older lady smiled. "I won't keep you from your search. Happy hunting!
Misty sighed, relieved that she was able to keep her terrible secret hidden from her eighty year old neighbor. She had always thought of the woman as something of a grandmotherly figure. Just the idea of the older woman finding out that she was wearing a wet diaper made Misty's blush from head to toe.
Finally, after waiting about five minutes, Misty could no longer see Mrs. Akima who vanished from view as she walked over a nearby hill.
With the coast clear, Misty stood up and grimaced due to the increased weight of her plastic prison. 'I must've wet it when Mrs. Akiyama startled me' Misty thought, her face frowning at the revelation as she stepped out of the safety of the bush and proceeded to make her way towards her Gym. She took a route behind people's backyards which kept her off the main road and afforded her more cover as she ducked behind fences and did her utmost to stay unseen.
At this point in her journey, her diaper was not only a humiliating badge of shame, but a liability. It was starting to slow her down. Luckily for the diapered Gym Leader, she was now only separated from her home by a single street. All she to do was run across the street and sneak into the side door of her gym. It was mostly built for delivering props for her sister's stage shows and Pokemon food for all the aquatic creatures they had in the aquarium, but today, it would serve as the gateway for her social salvation.
Misty ran across the desolate road, ran like she was being chased by a swarm of Beedrill. She had never crossed that street so fast in her life and found herself standing by the garage door and a keypad. Not bothering to catch her breath, she started typing in the code for the door and, with a long beep sound piercing the morning's tranquility, the door rolled open.
"Thank God!" Misty smiled as she walked into the privacy of her Gym.
She quickly walked out to the lobby and hide behind a plant while she put put a sign in the window of her gym that read "Closed to all Challengers" before retreating to her room. The last thing she wanted was for any wayward trainer to enter her gym and catch her in this humiliating state of dress.
Once in the safety of her room, comforted by the fact that all the doors were locked in her aquatic acropolis, she sat on her bed. Normally, she would've taken solace in the solitude of her room, truly admiring the softness of her mattress and covers as she relaxed after battling the trainers who sought her out. However, as she sat down onto her bed, the squelch of cold urine shattered the feeling of accomplishment and reminded her of what she was trapped in.
"I have to call Ash…" Misty said to herself with a sigh as her face became as red as her hair.
To Be Continued...
Both Raven and Starfire's faces went blank; the pie is the key to Mother Mae Eye's power! They knew that if even so much as a tiny drop of her pie filling landed onto their tongues, they would become her mindless children or, in this case, babies.
Mother Mae Eye floated away from her spot by the conveyor belt and picked an area devoid of any machinery to land. Using her magic, Mother Mae Eye pointed her finger at a pair of old steel folding chairs and started to manipulate them to her will.
Starfire and Raven watched as normal, every day folding chairs changed shape and morphed into an identical pair of high chairs! From Raven's point of view, the chairs looked like they were meant for actual children due to how small they were. Raven had no idea how she was going to fit in the thing, she was petite, but not that petite. Deep down she hoped that she was too big for the infantile seat.
"I know they look small, but you're both pretty small for your age." The old witch winked.
The girls were simultaneously lowered and seated into the chairs. It didn't seem so bad until Raven's wet bottom was pressed up against her seat. However, things were about to get a whole lot worse. Mother Mae Eye pointed her crooked index finger towards the roof and then back down at the high chairs. The tray tables obeyed her unspoken command, flying up from behind the two diapered Titans before coming down over their heads and pinning them in at their elbows and tiny tummies. With a snap of the old woman's fingers the high chair trays locked themselves into place, sealing the powerless superheroes against their will in the feeding chairs.
Starfire and Raven struggled against their uncomfortable new seats, but they couldn't break out of the chairs since they were enchanted by Mother Mae Eye's magic and refused to budge even an inch no matter how much they wriggled and squirmed. All their twisting and rocking did was make their diapers bulge outwards and crinkle except for Raven's wet diaper that squelched and felt slick and wet against her shaved pussy.
"The chair is much too small!" Starfire whined
"We're not your babies, we're adults!" Raven added.
The fussy girls fighting against their high chairs looked every bit as infantile as Mother Mae Eye had envisioned them being. Still, she couldn't just let them go hungry. What kind of mother would she be if she did that?
"Now you girls better behave yourselves and keep quiet or Mother won't change your dirty diapers when you make poopies after you eat."
Both Starfire and Raven blushed an incredible shade of crimson upon hearing what the witch wanted them to do in their diapers. Starfire was rather startled by the thought of having to use the stiff, crinkly garment for such purposes, but Raven had been expecting it. After all, she had already been made to piss her pamper. However, hearing confirmation of what they were expected to do in their diapers didn't make it any better.
Not being allowed to talk and being trapped in a high chair didn't exactly give the gothic titan anything to do but slouch forward in defeat. Since the chairs were meant for people half her size, Raven couldn't even rest her head in her hands or even cover her bare chest. She simply sulked in her saturated diaper and lamented the fact that she had no powers and had no chance of stopping her adversary from making her into a brainless, pamper pooping baby. The depressed goth looked over at her partner, Starfire, and couldn't help but admire that her legs were still swinging around. It wouldn't be enough to stop Mother Mae Eye, but the girl's fighting spirit was admirable to say the least.
"Alright, Twinkle Star goes first." Mother Mae Eye announced with a flair of her wrinkled old hand.
Out of the abyss, a ceramic bowl filled with blue slop was conjured into this realm along with a large rubber spoon. Both Titans stared at the huge ball in dismay; there was enough pie filling in that bowl to hypnotize the whole team!
"Open up for Mother." The old witch ordered, but Starfire wouldn't budge.
Undeterred, Mother Mae Eye brought the big spoon covered in blue mush to the redhead's lips. Starfire turned away from the spoon, she may have been immobilized from the chest down, but she still could move her head.
"If you don't open for Mother then I'll have to take you for an afternoon stroll in the park after your sister is down in the machine." Mother Mae Eye threatened as she ran the spoon across Starfire's lips.
Raven raised an eyebrow at this latest news. She had been too busy getting tickled and wetting herself to worry about Jinx, but the pink haired girl had been absent for a few minutes now. Raven looked over at Starfire, wondering if her teammate had picked up on the fact that Jinx was getting diapered, but she seemed far too preoccupied with dodging Mother Mae Eye's attempts at feeding her.
It would've been quite comical if not for what was at stake. Everytime the old witch moved the spoon, Starfire would turn ber head the other way. She looked exactly like an overground one year old refusing to eat. As a result of her evasive maneuvering, the spoon of blue pie filling ended up on her chin, nose, both her cheeks and finally splattered across her breasts.
This game that Starfire was playing was getting her dirty, but was also seemingly starting to work; Mother Mae Eye looked to be at her wits end. With a sigh, the old witch suddenly pulled the spoon away from Starfire and rubbed her chin as if in thought.
'What is she up to?' Raven wondered.
"Oh my goodness!" Mother Mae Eye shouted in horror and pointed towards the other side of the factory. "What in the world is that horrible thing!"
Starfire's mouth hung open in shock as she changed direction of her head. A huge grin spread across the old woman's face and, at the last second, she stuffed the giant spoon full of blue pie filling into Star's gaping mouth. Starfire's eyes widened for a brief second until her pupils grew large and her face became slack and content.
"Fank you, mommy. Star wants moar of teh pie!" Starfire declared in a babyish voice.
Raven couldn't believe that Starfire fell for the oldest trick in the book!
"Mother will give you plenty of pie after she feeds your sister." Mother Mae Eye said, turning her attention on the pale diapered girl sitting next to Starfire.
Raven stared down the illusion of motherhood and scowled. She wasn't going to give in and become her baby willingly. If she could stall this crazy old bat long enough for the boys to find her and Starfire, they could defeat the old witch before her mind was put under Mother Mae Eye's spell.
"Let me out of this damn thing you crazy old witch!" Jinx's enraged voice could be heard coming from the conveyor belt.
"Such naughty words coming from my baby Jinxie." Mother Mae Eye replied as she turned away from the topless goth in the high chair.
"This wasn't a part of the plan!" Jinx screamed, her body completely useless inside of the swaddled material.
Raven couldn't believe her eyes; Jinx was essentially trapped in some kind of garment that looked like a giant pink burrito made out of cotton and fleece with only a hole for her screaming face. She had no way of knowing that Mother Mae Eye had double crossed her rival and had the machine seal her inside of an enchanted, full body, swaddling suit which robbed the poor girl of her power.
"Oh, Mother never intended on honoring that pact we made, little one." Mother Mae Eye laughed as she twirled her finger around in the air.
"When I get out of here I'm going to destroy you!" Jinx shouted, her face going red with rage.
"Oh, I think the only thing you'll be destroying is your diapers." The old witch laughed even louder and moved her finger upwards.
"You crazy bi-" Jinx was cut off before she could finish her insult by a giant baby bottle full of milk being pushed into the pink haired girl's mouth.
"There's a good baby. Maybe in a few years Mother will let you learn to walk again." The old witch said to herself before turning around to face Raven.
"Wha- what do you mean by that?" Raven asked.
The topless mage knew she had a few moments to ask a question before Mother's spoon returned to the old woman's hand.
"Oh, you two little ones may be fussy, but I don't plan on making you as young as Jinx." The old witch replied.
"How old will she be?" Raven couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Oh, she's still an adult in body, but her mind is probably going to be around a few weeks old once she drinks all of Mother's milk." The old witch explained.
"That bottle is-"
"Yes, Mother can't give you that kind of milk since you'll get your icky powers back before it warps your mind." Mother Mae Eye chuckled.
Raven visibly cringed, but counted herself lucky that she was only being forced to eat the pie filling and not something far more sinister.
"Now, no more talking. If you eat your pie, like a good girl, Mother will change your wet diaper." The old witch offered.
A loud, muffled fart pierced the awkward silence as Starfire started grunting. The poor girl couldn't use her hands to sit up in the chair since the tray was locked in tight just underneath her blueberry covered breasts. Restrained and forced to push out her mess, the redhead simply continued to strain and grunt in her high chair. All she could do was squirm as the mess finally came out, covering her backside in a warm mush.
"Looks like Twinkle Star made a present for me." Mother Mae Eye smiled.
Raven stared in disbelief at Starfire whose content, hypnotized eyes stared forward into the void. Her body looked relaxed and her plump, bloated diaper hung over the back of the small high chair's seat.
"Here, let Mother clean up this end before she cleans up your other end." Mother Mae Eye spat into a washcloth and started to wipe Starfire's dirty little face clean.
Once Starfire's face was wiped clean of the blue colored baby food, the old woman turned her attention onto Raven whose scowl had returned in full force.
"Now look here, little Raven. Mother is going to give you one last chance to be a good baby. Eat your yummy pie filling for Mother like a good girl and maybe I won't make you ride around in a baby Walker in a dirty diaper every day for the next six months." A scolding finger was wagged in front of the goth's face.
'Either way I'm going to end up in a shit filled diaper, riding around in a baby Walker so why should I just give in?!'
The defiant look on Raven's face told Mother Mae Eye everything.
"Why do they always want to do things the hard way?" The old witch said to herself before blasting Raven's mouth with her magic.
"Wut teh hew?!" Raven shouted as her mouth opened on own.
"Heh, you didn't think Mother could do that?" Mother Mae Eye asked, her cackling laugh filling up the factory. "You have no powers, Raven. I could've done forced you to eat right from the moment you sat in that chair."
"Bu why mak-"
"Why make you both try to eat the food on your own?" The old woman finished Raven's question for her.
"Yeh."
"Because Mother wanted the full experience of dealing with a pair of fussy babies, but we're getting behind schedule now." Mother Mae Eye answered.
"Skeduw?" Raven lisped against the magic holding her mouth open.
"Yes, all infants need to be on a schedule, but unlike Jinxie over there, you two need to be fed, taken out for a stroll and then put down for a nap before dinner."
"Wut bout Jinks?" Raven struggled to ask.
"She'll wake up every two hours, get a diaper change and another bottle of milk before going back to sleep in her bassinet." The old woman explained in an exasperated voice.
"Why dew dis?" Raven had to know.
"Because Mother must recharge her power by feeding off of your emotions, Rae Rae. Now, I don't want to hear another word out of you."
Mother Mae Eye's magic spoon sailed through the air and entered Raven's open mouth. The poor woman tried to shield her throat with her tongue, but it was too late. Mother Mae Eye forced her to eat spoonful after spoonful until she was completely oblivious to her surroundings.
---A Few Days Later In The Park---
Across town, a rather rotund woman was reported to be pushing a massive double wide stroller with two eighteen years olds seated within the infantile conveyance. The two young women who strapped into the stroller both bared a striking resemblance to the two missing Titan's but unlike Raven and Starfire these women were thickly diapered and topless.
On the back of the fat lady was an oversized Baby Bjorn with a young, pink haired woman who also was completely swaddled with a pacifier that hung from her neck. This young woman looked a lot like Jinx, who was currently missing as well.
The large women wearing a red and white dress smiled for all the gawking people walking past her. She was a new mother and was content to ignore all the strange stares from these rude city folk. After all, she didn't have to live here. She was considering moving out of Jump City with her two mentally one year old daughters and their mentally six month old "baby sister" Jinx.
The End…?
"Now are we going to do this the easy way or the fun way?" Jinx asked, genuinely curious.
"I'm not going down without a fight!" Raven cried and lunged at the pink haired hex user.
Jinx quickly put her hands together and blasted the with her pink star bolts which sent the caped girl into the steel structure.
"Not as good as a spanking, but she'll be feeling that tomorrow." Jinx giggled to herself.
The old witch watched Jinx follow Raven back into the machine with a frown. 'That girl doesn't know how to handle babies.'
Even though Jinx was overstepping her bounds, Mother Mae Eye couldn't believe how well everything had gone so far; Jinx had kept up her end of the deal and got those powerful girls to follow her into the trap. It was a stroke of genius on Jinx's part for suggesting that they use the Hive Five as a distraction. But that wasn't all they did for her, once Gizmo learned that Jinx was trying to humiliate the titans, he worked night and day on the conveyor belt. 'Boy, did he do a marvelous job building this machine. I'm going to have to bake those boys, and little Gizmo, some of my famous cookies for helping out.'
"Raven!" A distraught Starfire called out from her spot on the belt.
"Poor Twinkle Star is all by herself." The old witch said with a frown. "We can't have that now can we?" With a grin, she reached for a lever.
"I don't want baby Twinkle Star to be all alone without her sister." With a pull of the lever, the conveyor belt came to an abrupt stop and reversed itself which immediately sent a confused Starfire tumbling backwards into the machine.
Within moments, all three girls were inside the same area of the machine; Jinx held a defiant Raven above the conveyor as a bewildered Starfire rolled past them on the belt.
"You can reverse the machine now!" Jinx shouted to her partner in crime.
"Jinx, please, just let us go." Raven tried begging, but the pink haired girl wasn't interested.
"Where's the fun in that?" Jinx laughed and tossed Raven down onto the conveyor belt in front of a topless and diapered Starfire.
Raven blinked as she took in Starfire's new outfit. "That's what this machine does?"
"Yes. It does the diapering." Starfire replied in a sad voice as her arms and legs were seized by the mechanical hands.
After losing to Jinx, Raven was restrained and manhandled by a machine that was personally built to humiliate her and dress her like an infant. If that wasn't bad enough, her pink haired rival was floating overhead, watching her get forced down onto belt and stripped of her identity with great amusement.
The gloved hands tugged and pulled at her form fitting leotard. Raven struggled against the hands until her leotard was stretched so far that the hands ripped it from her body, leaving her in just her matching black bra and panties. She glared up at the machinery that was in the process of removing the ripped remains of her turtleneck leotard. An angry groan escaped from her throat as she felt the cool air wash over her naked flesh, but despite the chill in the air, her blood was beginning to boil.
"What kind of sick machine did that half point weirdo build for you, Jinx?!” Raven demanded to know.
Jinx could only laugh as the machine pulled Raven's panties down her legs, leaving the enraged goth in just her black silk bra. "It wasn't exactly my idea, but I'm not complaining about the results."
Raven blocked out the annoying girl's voice. She should've known better than to ask.
"Raven's enjoying this." Jinx giggled as she watched her rival's bra get taken off, exposing the girl's perky nipples to the cool air.
The feeling of her nipples being exposed to the chilly air made her scowl, but it was what the machine did next that made her truly angry; it held up a diaper. She had traveled through time and space, tamed her emotions and conquered her enemies. She was an adult and she knew that she could outsmart this stupid machine if she simply focused her mind!
The hands were still removing the remains of her leotard from around the conveyor belt. The only other hands were busy fiddling with her boots, if she could time this right, she could roll away from the hands and escape. When the hands pulled off her boots, Raven made her move; she had just enough time to stand up and dodge Starfire by crouching underneath her legs.
Jinx hovered above, watching Raven try to outrun a bunch of hands that were chasing after the naked goth girl. 'Okay, if she gets away from the machine, i don't care what Mother say, I'm spanking her ass.'
Raven was closing in on the entrance of the machine as she ran on the moving conveyor belt when a hand reached for her. The bare naked goth barely avoided being seized by diving forward into a somersault and springing back up onto her feet. She looked ahead to see that the exit was in sight and ran like hell towards freedom.
"Oh my." Mother Mae Eye said to herself when she caught sight of a butt naked Raven trying to escape the machine. The poor girl was running against the conveyor belt in only her cape and belt made of black gems.
"Let Mother help." The old witch laughed as she pressed a button on the control panel. Suddenly, the conveyor belt doubled in speed which made It look like Raven was running on a treadmill. After a few moments, a pair of red tentacles came out of the steel rectangle and grabbed Raven by the bottom of her cape, dragging the squirming, angry girl who was clawing at the belt with her bare hands, back into the machine.
Raven was kicking and swinging her arms as the gloved hands carried her back to her spot in front of Starfire. The arms holding Raven lowered her back down onto the stiff rubber belt and resumed taking off her jewelry. Raven glanced up at her teammate, who was being held spread eagle in the air by the mechanical hands, fully diapered and powerless to do anything to help. The pale titan could only blush at seeing Starfire in such a humiliating state as another gloved hand eagerly poured a full bottle of baby powder onto the gothic mage's shaved pussy.
While Raven was getting a diaper laid out underneath her plump ass Starfire hung above the belt, forced to watch her blushing best friend get powdered and diapered. Seeing Raven being diapered only made Starfire renew her struggling against her metallic captors; she couldn't give up, had to fight back! However, her pathetic attempts at trying to wriggle free made the machine think that she was constipated. A new hand slithered down from above and forced a large pill into her mouth. The bitter taste of the pill made her eyes pop open in utter shock.
Raven wanted to call out to her restrained friend, but the feeling of a thick, plastic backed diaper being taped around her hips caused any words she had thought to say to die on her tongue. The feeling of the diaper made her cheeks burn even brighter as the machine lowered her now diaper encased ass onto the belt. Gone was the hard surface of the industrial machinery; all she could feel was an incredible bulk lifting her bottom up off of the conveyor belt by a few inches.
Raven looked down at the machine's handiwork with a mix of shame and absolute rage. She wasn't a child! She wasn't a damn baby! She was the daughter of Arella and the demonic progeny of Trigon. Her whole life had been a balancing act up until now. The young woman had successfully kept her own emotions in check for almost two decades and was constantly overcoming any obstacle placed in her way.
'Did I really fall victim to Jinx and that crazy old witch? Was my overconfidence in my abilities truly what led me to be humiliated at this current moment? Maybe I just ate too much of Beast Boy's candy before going to bed and this is all just a really weird nightmare…'
"There's my little Rae Rae and Twinkle Star!" Raven frowned as her thoughts were interrupted by that creepy old witch's voice.
Raven could see that Mother Mae Eye was using all of her magic to cast an illusion. She wanted everyone to see her as that tubby, fat faced, old granny who wore a red and white dress. Her sweet and sugary voice was just another part of that illusion, Raven recalled from their last experience with the woman. The empath knew her true form was as far removed from a kind old granny as anyone could be. She was truly an ugly, green skinned, grey haired old had with three eyes and a big wart on her nose.
Mother Mae Eye gazed down at the scowling diapered Raven and her squirming friend, Starfire. The woman knew that these young ladies weren't ready to be her children yet, but she would fix that in due time.
"You're both far too cute to have such sour faces." The old witch levitated from her spot on the catwalk and descended down to the conveyor as to survey her new baby girl, Raven. "I know you're full of fire and evil, but let's see if I can't make you smile!"
Raven didn't know what to expect when the old witch disguised as a kindly old grandma moved her hands to her sides.
"No! Don't! I'm ticklishahahahaha!" Raven cried out as Mother Mae Eye's boney fingers danced across her sides.
"Dere’s my wittle baby! Yes, you is! Yes, you is! Mother's gonna tickle you!" The old witch cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone of baby talk.
Raven kicked her legs as the woman's fingers traveled across her ribs and down to her diapered waist. The poor mage flailed as much as she could while laughing her diapered ass off as her new "mother" continued to tickle her without mercy.
Finally, the old witch stopped, leaving Raven gasping for air. She barely could utter a word of protest when the old woman started to tickle her just beneath her diaper on her bare thighs. Manic laughter soon drowned out everything in the factory as Raven fought her body's natural reaction to such stimuli.
"Pl-Pl-Please!" Raven struggled to say as the witch brought her hands away from the diapered girl's legs.
"Did baby Rae Rae wettum her diapee?"
Mother Mae Eye didn't wait for an answer. She started rapidly pinching Raven's sides before moving her fingers over the squirming girl's tiny toned tummy. She renewed her ticklish torture in full, wanting the girl to wet herself and accept her new status. Only when Raven pissed her pampers would the old witch stop her attack.
Raven could barely breath and couldn't stop her body from spraying the inside of her diaper. The goth had no idea that she had wet herself until Mother Mae Eye ceased her tickling. Once she regained her breath, she felt a sudden warmth between her legs that wasn't there when the witch had started tickling her.
'Damn it! I can't believe I actually pissed myself!'
Raven's frown was even more prominent than before Mother Mae Eye had started tickling her.
Mother Mae Eye could see the slight discoloration in Raven's diaper, but she decided to play ignorant.
"Still grumpy, huh? How about we turn those frowns upside down with some of my famous pie?" The old ghoul grinned.
Raven groaned as the thick rubber belt she had landed on suddenly started moving. She tried to use her powers, tried to lash out and prevent herself from being pulled down the conveyor belt, but her body could do little more than ache. It seemed that Starfire was in a similar situation since she was trying to use her hands to summon her power and failed to so much as generate a spark of energy.
"Friend, Raven. Perhaps a spell might work?" Starfire's voice came from in front of the struggling mage.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" Raven said, concentrating on the phrase, but nothing happened. She tried saying it over and over, but it was no use. Her magic, and by extension, her witchcraft, were utterly useless to save them from whatever horrible fate Jinx and Mother Mae Eye had in store for them. The mage decided to get her bearings and looked down the conveyor belt to see that it was heading into a bizarre looking steel box.
From out of the shadows of the steel structure a dozen tendrils shot out at the struggling titans. Starfire felt her legs get grabbed by a rather cartoonish pair of gloved hands. She had never seen anything quite like them before in all of her days, and before she knew it, her arms and legs had been restrained.
"What is it that these hands want with us?"
"Friend, Raven?" Star asked, calling out to see if her fellow female Titan was still behind her on the belt.
Raven had seen the metallic tentacles coming at her and Starfire, but unlike her friend, she had rolled off of the belt seconds before the hands could grab her. She landed on the cement floor with a thud before realizing that she somehow managed to go unnoticed by the machine.
Thinking on her toes, she scurried below the space underneath the conveyor belt on her hands and knees.
The mage had no idea what purpose the machine served and simply thought it best to wait and see just what the machine was going to do to Starfire. It wasn't exactly her proudest moment, but it was better to be free and have the ability to help Starfire out then be on the belt with her, completely helpless to do anything to stop the machine.
"Unhand me at once!" Starfire shouted angrily as the machine manhandled her.
The multiple pairs of hands ignored the squirming girl's demands. They were focused on stripping her of all of her "adult" clothing as quickly and as efficiently as possible. The hands by her upper body went to work removing her gorget and silver forearm bracelets. Next came her purple top, leaving her completely topless. Starfire could feel her nipples instantly grow hard due to being exposed to the cool air which only fueled her resolve to wriggle away from there horrible hands.
While her upper body was being stripped, another pair of hands worked on undoing her belt, which easily came loose and allowed her skirt to be slid down her hips towards her boots where another pair of hands were tugging the boots off of her feet. As her boots fell to the floor, along with her skirt, the Tamaranean Princess' purple thong was exposed, causing the mortified young woman to blush.
She twisted and turned against the hands as her skimpy underwear was yanked down her legs and discarded like they were garbage. After throwing away her purple thong, the gloved hands grabbed Starfire by her ankles and pulled her into a curled up position on the belt. Starfire thrashed angrily on the belt like a fish as her bottom was wiped for her by one of the hands. Her legs were then pried apart and the machine suddenly came to a halt.
"Raven?" Starfire called out, hoping that her friend had somehow disabled the machine. Her words echoed against the steel walls of the chamber she was being processed in and seemingly fell upon dead ears.
A small patch of brilliant red hair stood out just about her bare mound. The hands seemed perplexed by the sight of this small, but well groomed square of hair. It seemed like they were digitally deliberately what to do with it as Starfire squirmed on her back against the hand holding her legs apart. After an awkward moment of floundering, Starfire ceased her struggling when a hand slowly appeared holding a canister of some kind. With a pressurized hiss, a cool blast of shaving cream instantly squirted onto her crotch.
“Stop that! Do not shave the crotch!” The alien cried as a simple, pink handheld store brand razor was drawn against her skin until it erased her picturesque patch of pubic hair from existence.
'What the hell is this machine doing to Star?' A confused Raven wondered as she heard her friend yell at the crazy contraption that was shaving her.
The conveyor hummed as Starfire was moved further down the belt towards an area where a table stood off to the side of the machine. When Starfire reached the table, a new pair of tentacles slithered down from the ceiling and grabbed the white rectangle that rested on top of the odd looking table. With a fling of its mechanical wrist, the white shiny rectangle of plastic was unfurled, revealing it to be none other than a diaper!
"Please!" Starfire begged. "I do not need the diaper."
The machine didn't care about what Starfire claimed to "need" because it knew exactly what she needed. One hand snatched her by her ankles, forcing her legs back into the air while the other hand placed the outstretched diaper underneath her shapely bottom.
"I do not want this diaper!" Starfire whined.
Once the diaper was laid out underneath the squirming woman the hand was free and snaked its way back over to the changing table. While the hand was busy searching the table its partner kept Starfire from kicking, which the struggling girl kept trying to do. The free hand finally located the item it was looking for and held it up in front of Starfire; it was a bottle of baby powder! Without a word of warning, the hand started dumping it onto Star's freshly shaved pussy with reckless abandon. It even managed to get some powder on Starfire's chest which made the young woman sneeze.
Slowly, the hand holding her by her ankles lowered her butt down onto the open diaper. The plastic backed garment crackled in response to Starfire's bottom being placed on it. She could feel her ass sinking into the thick cotton, but that oddly soothing sensation was interrupted by the hands pulling the diaper up between her legs and over her shaved and powdered pussy. A hand held the diaper over her crotch, keeping everything nice and secure while the other hand taped her in to the huge baby diaper.
"Why are you dressing us like the infant?"
Starfire asked, her face twisted in confusion as she looked down at the big bulky disposable diaper hugging her waist.
Her question went unanswered as the mechanical contraptions pulled various pieces of clothing out from the drawers in the changing table. They swiftly went to work putting mittens and booties onto the orange girl’s hands and feet. Starfire tried to squeeze her fingers into a fist once her hands were secured in the mitten, but the fingerless mitten prevented her from even doing that much! She then felt something stiff plopped onto her head and noticed that the hands were tying something underneath her chin.
Finally, the stunned crime fighter was rolled out of the long steel enclosure in just a diaper and a pair of mittens and booties.
From a control booth above, Mother Mae Eye chuckled as she watched Starfire exit the machine. The orange child looked absolutely adorable to the older woman who was so absorbed by the Starfire's new outfit that she didn't even noticed that Raven was no where to be seen.
"Hey! Where's Raven?" An annoyed Jinx asked. It was one thing to see Starfire dressed like an overgrown baby, but Jinx wanted to see her rival demoted to diapers. This whole plan would be worthless if Raven wasn't diapered and humiliated.
The tubby old woman in the red and white dress had to do a double take at the conveyor belt. She could see her baby Twinkle Star, but no baby Rae Rae!
"Now where did that little brat get to?" The older woman asked, a hint of annoyance cutting through her normally sugary tone of voice.
"Don't worry, Mother. I will hunt her down and make sure she gets dressed." Jinx smiled at the other villain and leapt down from the platform.
"I hope for your sake you do or you might be demoted to being Rae Rae's baby sister." Mother Mae Eye warned.
Raven heard two women yelling in the distance, but the interior of the machine made it difficult to understand what they were saying. Between the machinery humming and the walls causing their words to echo, Raven had no clue what they were saying, but she had a feeling that they weren't exactly pleased to only see Srarfire come out of the machine. With few options available to the gothic titan, Raven stuck her head out from underneath the conveyor belt and glanced around to see if the coast was clear; it was! Jinx was nowhere to be seen! If she was able to get out of the box, she might have a chance to escape from the factory and get help from her teammates!
Raven got up from her hiding spot and instantly took off for the closest exit. Just as she was running out of the steel structure, a familiar pink haired witch popped out from behind a stack of boxes.
"I found Raven, Mother!" Jinx hollered up to Mother Mae Eye.
"The silly girl must've been playing hide and seek." The fat witch replied with a jovial laugh as she spotted Jinx cornering Raven.
"Yeah, the big baby was hiding, but now I'm going to give her a spanking." Jinx smiled as her fists suddenly started to glow.
"You will do no such thing, Jinxie!" The older woman shouted.
Mother Mae Eye watched her two newest children with a close eye and was ready to jump in and punish Jinx if need be. She had been planning on only adopting Raven and Starfire once Jinx got the girls away from the other Titans, but there was always room for a third baby in her nursery if the pink haired girl decided to go against her Mother.
"But Motheeer!" The pink haired witch whined.
"Don't push your luck with me, little girl. I can conjure up a bassinet with your name on it in the blink of an eye."
"Fine, I won't spank her, but I still have to get her back into the machine." A mischievous grin spread across the teen's face.
Raven didn't like where this was going. For the first time in years, she felt weak and cornered. There had been plenty times in the young woman's life where she had felt fear; an immense fear of losing control and killing everyone she cared about, but at least she had power to fear. That was when she had to worry about controlling her abilities. This was different. She lacked the power to even protect herself and that made her feel like she had absolutely zero control over this situation.
"Yes, but be careful with Rae Rae. She's not as strong as you." Mother Mae Eye said in an effort to remind Jinx to go easy on the powerless mage.
"Don't worry, Mother. She'll be back in diapers in no time at all."
"Jinx! Stop this!" Raven shouted. "Can't you see that she's controlling you?"
"Controlling me?" Jinx scoffed. "We've teamed up to take you and that tan bimbo down!"
Raven blinked in disbelief. "Are you sure about that? What did she promise you?"
"Not only do I get to watch you and that orange bug zapper get diapered, but I get all the jewels from the museum heist once you've been dressed and shipped off with Mother." Jinx explained, her hands burning brighter with each word she said.
"Crap." Raven muttered to herself as Jinx started walking up to her.
From their altitude, the two Titans capable of flight had a tactical view over the industrial district which was just a few blocks away from downtown. It was home to numerous warehouses, distribution centers and traditional factories. They had momentarily lost sight of Jinx due to the arrival of See-More and Kyd Wykkyd, but the two female titans were determined to find the rogue witch. 'She could be hiding out in any one of these structures', Raven realized as she surveyed the area from above.
"Friend Raven, Jinx just ran into that building over there!" Starfire pointed at a massive brick building.
The Gothic Titan spotted the structure and couldn't figure out if it was a factory or a warehouse. Ultimately it didn't matter to Raven what purpose the building served as long as she could locate the pink haired teen and those priceless gems she had stolen from the museum.
"Star, let's land on the roof and make our way inside the building quietly. We should be able to surprise her from the rafters."
Starfire nodded and the two Titans touched down on the roof as silently as they could. However, upon landing, Raven felt a strange sensation; a feeling that she and Starfire were not alone. Before Raven had a chance to call out to Starfire, a pair of black platform boots with violet soles was the last thing she saw before she got kicked square in the chest, sending the empath flying off the roof. The sound of boots landing on the metallic surface of the roof caused the Tamaranian Princess to spin around.
"How is it that you are up here when I last saw you on the ground?" Starfire wondered out loud as she came face to face with the pink haired hex user.
"Gizmo cooked up these nifty holographic projectors." The witch explained, holding up a silver canister while a grin spread across her face.
Out of nowhere, a fist engulfed in black aura struck the pink haired teen, knocking the girl to the ground. Raven scooped up the silver projector and looked it over in mock fascination. "Thanks for telling us about Gizmo's new toy. I'm sure Cyborg will be more than happy to take this thing apart and learn all about it."
"That's fine with me. I only care about the gems!" Jinx shouted as she leapt up from the steel plated roof and threw a glowing pink punch right at Raven.
The cloaked crime fighter ducked which caused Jinx to sail over her body. Starfire took this opportunity to blast the witch with a green beam to the stomach, sending the pink haired girl tumbling back to the roof of the building once more.
"Nicely done, Star." Raven said with a grin.
"Ugh," Jinx groaned as she sat up. "How about you two stop using your powers and we settle this thing the old fashioned way?"
"But I do not know about the old fashioned way." Starfire replied.
"She wants to fight hand to hand, Star." Raven explained, cracking her knuckles. "I can handle her."
Jinx tried to punch Raven, but was easily blocked by the Gothic girl's forearm which burned with dark energy. Now it was Raven's turn to return a punch, but Jinx started to cartwheel out of the way of Raven's punches until she ran out of roof. She flipped through the air and landed flawlessly on the ground. Raven could only sigh as she watched the mischievous sorceress taunt her from two stories below.
"That's how you want to do this?" Raven muttered to herself as she leapt off the building and used her power to slowly descend to the cement.
While the fight resumed between Raven and Jinx, Starfire watched them battle it out from above. She wanted to join in, but she wanted to honor Raven's wish and let her friend do the battle on her own. So, she hovered in place, ready to come to Raven's aid if Jinx started using any of her tricks.
"That's the best you got?" Jinx launched herself at her leotard wearing counterpart.
Jinx telegraphed her attack which allowed Raven to grasp the pouncing pink haired girl's forearms and pull the witch with her as Raven rolled back into a swift somersault. Jinx couldn't stop the Gothic titan from planting her shoes into the hex user's midsection as the tumbled backwards. The surprise counter culminated with Raven sending Jinx flying into the warehouse door, landing in a pile of boxes.
"Friend, Raven! That was a splendid, old fashioned." Starfire cheered.
A pink aura briefly illuminated the interior of the destroyed box before Jinx got up from the ground, rubbing her cheek as she stood on one knee. "That was a nice counter. I guess you're just too much for me. Here, take these jewels back. They're not worth getting my butt kicked again."
Raven wondered if Jinx was trying to pull something, but when she saw the shining glint of the rubies and emeralds hanging from the two rare necklaces that Jinx held in her hand, she knew that they were the real thing. The Gothic Titan walked up to Jinx and stared at the jewels; they looked like they were practically glowing, but Raven attributed that to the angle of the sun hitting the brilliant gemstones.
"Maybe there's some hope for you after all." Raven stated as Jinx gave her the necklaces.
Jinx stood there, waiting for the perfect moment to make her move.
Raven started to feel incredibly odd; the normal torrent of emotions battling for control were no longer present. It felt like there was no raging whirlwind of energy within her body. Normally, she would've assumed that she had reached a harmonious balance within herself, but that typically only happened after a few hours of meditation. She tried to summon her powers to make her hands glow, but nothing happened.
"Starfire!" Raven called out.
"What is it, Raven?"
"I think there's something wrong with my powers!" The normally reserved titan shouted as she dropped the necklaces in shock.
"You are not going to turn into the demon are you?" The Tamaranian Princess asked as she picked up the two necklaces that Raven had dropped.
"Starfire! Don't touch those necklaces!"
But it was already too late. The Tamaranian woman was holding onto the necklaces in her hand, oblivious to the gem's hidden ability.
"Why should I not take hold of the jewels?"
Starfire suddenly felt drained upon finishing her sentence. She looked down at her hands and failed to generate even a fraction of her magic.
"The Jewels! They have taken from us our powers!" Starfire declared in a frighten voice.
"You two idiots fell right into my trap!" Jinx grinned as she stood up and did a flip over the two stunned teens.
"You put a hex on-" Jinx interrupted Raven by blasting the mage and Starfire with a cascade of pink bolts, sending the two titans flying deeper into the dimly lit facility.
Raven held her head as she sat up, the first thing she saw was Jinx slowly walking towards herself and Starfire.
"You two think it's fun to foil my plans every week? Let's see how you like it when my plans actually succeed!" The pink haired girl's fists glowed ominously, casting shadows against the interior of the warehouse as she approached the two fallen heros. She had been waiting for this moment and was more than ready to dish out some punishment; the tables had finally turned.
Both Titans were powerless to protect themself from Jinx's barrage of star bolts. The pink haired witch blasted them both high into the air, sending them smacking against the far wall of the factory with a dull thud.
"That's enough, Jinxie." A sweet yet familiar voice ordered from the shadows.
"But Mother!" Jinx whined. "I want to finish them off!"
"We had a deal, little lady. Now be a good girl and don't pout." A rather rotund figure emerged from the veil of shadows; Mother Mae Eye.
"I know, but-"
"No buts, little girl." The rosie checked, fat faced old lady said in a stern tone as she pulled on a lever.
A dense cloud of smoke slowly filled the streets of the now desolate city block in front of Jump City's main Museum. Out of nowhere, a black silhouette flew through the haze before landing on the asphalt. The unknown body appeared to be unconscious as a metallic fist was pulled back into the smokescreen. The sound of iron thudding against pavement slowly made its way closer to the body through the now settling dust.
In the dissipating haze, a small animal quickly returned back into a humanoid figure. The mysterious figure walked up to the unknown entity, who was standing above the knocked out person. As the smoke cloud finally cleared, a light shined brightly off of a large, metallic chassis, revealing a very prod Cyborg who was standing next to Beast Boy
“I really thought Billy had more fight in him”
The green teen exhaled confidently as he twisted and stretched his arms.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I was really hoping for something a bit more challenging." Cyborg chuckled while locking his large metallic fist back into his forearm.
Raven appears overhead, hovering above the boys. “You two looked like you needed some help for a minute there.”
“Nah, we got this one sis. He didn’t put up much of a fight.” Beast Boy laughed as he strutted his stuff back to where the unconscious villain laid on the ground.
The teen in the red jumpsuit slowly started to sit up.
“Oh, looks like you're ready for round two, eh?” Beast Boy snickered as a shadow began to loom over the shapeshifting teen.
Beast boy turned around and had to crane his head upwards to see who was standing behind him; Mammoth. The burly, muscle bound man towered over the green titan. Without hesitation, the huge villain unleashed a mighty blow directly to the jaw of Beast Boy, sending him flying towards a dumpster. Cyborg was getting ready to charge the juggernaut but was halted by a large group of Billy Numerous' clones that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The mob of multiple Billys began to surround him on all sides.
“Billy pile!” one of the clones screamed as Cyborg was suddenly, relentlessly bombarded by clone after clone until he was at the bottom.of a massive pile of jumpsuit wearing clones.
A deep growl echoed from inside the alleyway as a large, silverback green gorilla stood up from the confines of a dumpster, beating his chest barbarically.
"It's time to take out the trash!" Beast Boy declared unironically as he climbed out of the dumpster, ready to fight Mammoth.
“Bring it on primate!” Mammoth shouted from the street as the two behemoths charged each other and began to grapple one another in a test of strength.
While the two grunting goliaths try to overpower each other, the large, constantly growing pile of Billy clones explodes, sending dozens of clones flying. Cyborg stood proudly at the epicenter, his fist still raised into the sky after delivering a devastating uppercut to one of the clones. The sight of one of their cloned comrades getting knocked out momentarily started the others, causing the rest of the clones to scatter in all directions from the initial shockwave of power.
A few moments passed before the Billy clones began to regroup and circle around Cyborg. The clones were ready to resume the fight, but waited for their chance to strike as Raven floated down next to the metal titan.
“If we can find the real Billy, we'll be able to stop him from manifesting more copies of himself. ” Raven explained, trying to help Cyborg get the upper hand against the Billy clones.
“That's easier said than done.” Cyborg replied in a serious tone as he tried to scan the crowd of Billies, searching for the original.
"Incoming!” Beast Boy shouted as he flew through the air, hurtling towards the duo.
Raven's eyes instantaneously started to glow as she raised her hands up; a black forcefield appeared out from her palms, catching Beast Boy in midair.
"I've got you right where I want you!" The energetic, pink haired girl grinned as her open hands fired bolts of her pink, magical energy at Raven who was lowering Beast Boy to the pavement with her powers.
Raven turned around just in time to see a colorful burst of electromagnetic energy discharged mere inches away from her face as Jinx's attack met the familiar bright green glow of Starfire's energy beams.
"That was close." The empath cloaked in black muttered to herself.
"Butt out!" Jinx shouted at Starfire. The Tamaranean floated in the air just above the gang of Billy Numerous who had resumed fighting Cyborg at an advantage of twenty to one.
"I will not do the butting out!" Starfire replied, her voice rife with annoyance.
Jinx leapt at the back of her teammate Mammoth, who was in the middle of grappling with a familiar green gorilla, and catapulted herself into the sky. The pink haired witch did a barrel roll and blasted a pair of pink bolts right at Starfire's chest, knocking the orange crime fighter out of the sky and sending her crashing down hard into the pavement below. With Starfire momentarily dispatched, the ecstatic witch spun around and fired her magic in all directions, aiming mostly at Cyborg, Beast Boy and Robin.
"Not so fast!"
A black wall suddenly materialized in front of Beast Boy, instantaneously absorbing the magic, saving the grappling green gorilla from being hit. Once the pink bolts vanished into the endless black void, the wall disappeared revealing the slender form of Raven floating there in front of Jinx. Starfire rose from the crater in the center of the road in a fiery fury behind Jinx.
"Now it is us who have you right where we want you!" Starfire announced as her eyes and hands started to glow green.
The pink haired villain suddenly felt a sweat drop form on her forehead as she realized that she was in the middle of two of the most powerful superheroes in the region; and they both were pissed off . She looked around herself, hoping for a distraction to even things out or something to use as a distraction. In the distance, she could see that her attack had missed Robin who was fighting Gizmo and his metallic appendages. Turning her gaze away from Robin and Gizmo showed the pink haired girl the aftermath of her reckless attempt at hitting the male members of the Teen Titans; Cyborg was on the ground, but so was her duplicated teammate who she had also blasted. The many clones of Billy Numerous were returning to the used up villian, knocking him out of commission as they all morphed back into his body.
"Yeah, there's nowhere to run to now." Jinx could hear an upward tilt in Raven's normally monotone voice.
'Okay, I just got to hold out for a little longer.'
"Mammoth!" Jinx cried out to her gargantuan ally.
Mammoth grunted in response and allowed his opponent to slightly overpower him. Using Beastboy's inertia against him, Mammoth hurled the green gorilla at Raven with all of his strength. The Gothic mage heard the startled roar of a gorilla a split second before the giant beast collided with her, knocking them both down onto the hard pavement.
"Friend Raven!" Starfire's face scowled as her eyes burned as bright as her hands.
The Tamaranean Princess launched her assault, sending a barrage of green bursts peppered right at Jinx who returned fire with her own pink bolts. Numerous beams of glowing green energy struck Jinx's neon pink stars in midair, canceling out their attacks with multiple small explosions. The beams that didn't get intercepted landed all around Jinx, destroying the street around her while sending up a smokescreen of dust and rubble.
Beastboy shook his head and tried to focus his eyes on the object that stood over him. As the smoke started to settle the boy could see a giant hulking figure emerge from the smoke. He instantly recognized the grinning, overgrown, muscle bound teen who stood over his body; it was Mammoth and he looked like he was ready to finish what he started!
The green teen felt something stirring underneath him and looked to his side to see the familiar lavender cape splayed out in the crater. "Oh no! I landed on Raven!"
A diabolical laugh shook the small shapeshifter's body as the humongous teen standing above him raised his fists into the air, readying his final attack to finish off Raven and Beastboy. The shapeshifter knew that he had to act fast or Raven would be in a lot more pain than she currently was in! Using his ability he quickly morphed into a green anaconda and slithered his way up the muscle bound teen's leg.
"Ugh, my head." Raven reached up to hold her head and looked up from the hole in the ground to saw a rather peculiar sight; an aggravated Mammoth was trying desperately to pull a giant green snake off of his leg.
"Get off me!" Mammoth roared as Beastboy continued to slither up his body.
If Raven would've blinked, she would've missed it; That's how fast Cyborg's metallic fist struck Mammoth in the face. The unexpected punch literally leveled the bulky teen, leaving him laid out right on the sidewalk seeing stars.
Morphing back into himself, Beastboy stood over Mammoth and grinned. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
"Thanks for holding him for me, B." The half-robot smiled.
Another round of magical blasts rocked the nearby ground, causing it to shake. Raven cocked her head away from the boys and saw that Starfire and Jinx were still battling it out with their energy attacks. The pink haired girl was mostly on the defensive, dodging and jumping out of the way of Starfire's wrath. Raven realized that this was the perfect opportunity to step in and stop Jinx before she got away.
"You guys go give Robin a hand, Starfire and I got this." The cloaked mystic stated in her neutral tone before joining the battle.
Jinx wasn't exactly holding her own with Starfire, she cartwheeled and flipped her body out of harm's way but now that Raven was back in the fight, the pink haired hex user knew it was time to call in the cavalry.
"See-More! Kyd Wykkyd! It's time!" Jinx shouted as she dodged yet another green blast.
"I thought you would never ask." Came a cocky voice from the opposite side of the street.
Starfire and Raven ceased their attacks and looked up at the main window of the museum, seeking the source of the voice which came from a villain clad in white wearing a helmet with a giant glowing eye. Standing beside the teen with the tacky technological hardware on his head was a more mysterious looking guy. The quiet half of the duo wore a pair of light purple bat ears that covered the top of his head. In fact, his outfit looked a lot like a bad knockoff of the Caped Crusader's ensemble.
Unlike the teen with the big glowing eye, the guy in black and purple didn't answer Jinx's command. The two teen villains leapt down to the street from the window of the museum and locked eyes with the Titans. The rest of their team may have been knocked out, but they were ready to fight.
"I see that you guys decided to start using tactics." Raven remarked dryly as she stared down the two newcomers.
"Hold them back so I can escape with the jewels!" Jinx declared with glee as she ran away towards the industrial district.
"Oh, man! Jinx is getting away." Beastboy whined.
"We'll take care of these two." Robin said as he walked up to the group holding his Bo staff. "Starfire and Raven can handle Jinx."
"Alright, let's go grab the Jinx before she vanishes." Starfire declared, flying off towards the industrial district with Raven trailing close behind the Tamaranean Princess.
Ruki slowly got out of her car and gazed up at the building where her mother modelled various types of clothing. It was a nondescript building, most likely used as a warehouse dacades ago, but now repurposed as office space that housed a modelling studio among other businesses. As she walked into the rear entry point, Ruki found her thoughts drifting bacm to the agreement she had come to with her mother a week ago.
The whole idea was brought up fairly innocently enough. Her mother asked her if she'd want to help her during an upcoming photoshoot. Ruki knew that her mom knew that she was looking for a new job and, with her mother's connections, Ruki assumed that it would be something fairly easy, like setting up the equipment or helping out in some other capacity. Plus, she knew that her mom would really appreciate having her around the set. After many years of seemingly being guilt tripped by her mother, Ruki had started to feel bad that the two rarely got to spend any time together. Sure, she had worked at it in the years following her time as a Digidestined, but she had also busy with high school back then. However, now she was out of school and needing a job, this just felt like it was the perfect way to bond with her mom and make money. With not many other options readily available to her, Ruki accepted. After all, how bad could it be?
Rumiko spotted her daughter walking into the lobby and instantly smiled. She almost pinched herself because she never thought in her wildest dreams that she'd get to model with her daughter. After fruitlessly trying to get her daughter to spend time with her, offering the girl shopping trips or days out to the spa, she was finally going to get her wish and do something together with her only daughter. The older woman just hoped that Ruki wouldn't be having a change of heart once she saw what they would be doing together.
"There's my Ruki!"
Rumiko beamed, pulling her daughter in for a tight hug.
"Hi, mom." Ruki replied happily enough as the mother and daughter held each other closely.
"So, did you find the place okay?" Rumiko asked as they separated.
"Yeah, no problem. I was expecting the company to be located somewhere a bit more fancier though." Ruki stated as she looked around. The decorim of the interior was elegant enough, but the outside of the building wasn't exactly posh nor was the neighborhood.
"Well, this is the agency I work woth for modelling certain fashions to certain clientele." Rumiko explained. "My building is on the other side of town. That being said, are you ready to get dressed?"
"Dressed?" Ruki liked at her mother, feeling flustered by this unexpected development. "I thought you wanted me to help out with the lights or something."
"You're too cute to hide your face behind some equipment, Ruki." Rumiko stated with a smile, making her daughter blush.
"I guess." Ruki found herself muttering in agreement with her mother.
"Alright then, let's get to work. We're on a schedule you know."
Rumiko wasted no time grabbing her daughter's hand, gently leading her deeper into the building. As they walked down a long halway, passing many doors, Ruki noticed that one of the doors was left open. Stealing a quick glance inside the room as she passed by, she saw just how colorful it looked. Bright neon hues of primary colors danced on the walls. 'That must be for another photoshoot...' Before anymore thought could be devoted to that particular room, her mother started to talk.
"Now that you're eighteen, I think it's the perfect time to show you what I do for a living and maybe, once we're done, you'll want to consider taking it up as a legitimate career."
"I'm just a bit nervous. I wished you would've told me that we'd be modelling something together." Ruki paused for a moment as they both stepped through a door labelled "dressing room". Standing in the dressing room, the young adult finally asked her mother, "just what are we going to model anyway?"
"You'll see. Speaking of which, I gotta go get the outfits. You get undressed and wait for me."
Ruki stood there, alone for the moment, slightly confused and curious as to why her mom was being so secretive about the nature of what they would be wearing. Ruki pulled off her pants and quickly took off her shirt, leaving her in just her panties and matching bra. Ruki then removed her bra and found herself staring at the bra she was holding which caused an interesting thought to come to her mind. 'What if we're modelling underwear or something like that?'
The opening of the door pulled Ruki from her thoughts as she saw her mom walk into the little room holding a stack of clothing. Ruki instantly covered her chest with her forearm while looking at what her mother had carried in with her. What seemed to be fairly mundane and innocent clothes obscured the two large adult sized designer diapers that sat beneath the t-shirts. With a grimace, Ruki noticed that it wasn't just diapers, but a whole assortment of baby things like an adult sized bonnet, bib and matching booties. She stared at the wall, looking away from her mom, face red with a blush.
Rumiko sat the clothing and babyish garments down and stepped up to her daughter, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders, she asked her a simple question.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?"
"This is-" Ruki struggled to find the right words, not wantng to insult her mother. "It's just so awkward. You really model diapers for people?"
"It's something I really love to do. It's a lot of fun and the pay is really good too!"
"Do I have to wear a diaper?"
"I'll be wearing one too." Rumiko offered before adding with a soft hearted chuckle. "Plus, it wouldn't be the first time I've seen you walking around in a diaper."
Ruki couldn't help but blush and look away from her mother. This was already pretty embarrassing for her and now her mom was trying to make lame jokes. Still, it could've been worse the young woman reasoned, at least her mom would be there with her, wearing a diaper too.
"If you don't want to do this. If you want to leave right now...That's perfectly fine. I know this is all probably a bit much for you."
Ruki pulled her gaze from the wall and found herself looking into her mom's eyes. She was offered a way out. All she had to do was take it. But it wasn't that simple. As Ruki stared into her mom's eyes, she could tell that this was a really big deal for her. To just up and leave would no doubt crush her mother's heart. 'It's just a diaper, Ruki. You dealt with tougher things in the Digital World.'
"It's okay, mom. I'll stick around." Ruki replied happily before sarcastically adding. "It's not every day that I get to see a giant baby after all."
"You'll be dressed just like me, baby girl." Rumiko winked.
The two women laughed softly until Ruki spoke up.
"Can I get a little privacy?"
"It's completely normal for models to change in the same dressing room, Ruki. Don't be so shy."
Rumiko explained, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head, revealing her well endowed, bra encased bosom as she got undressed. It was obvious to Ruki that her mother had started undressing in front to prove her point and try to make her feel more comfortable with undressing in front of others, but it had the opposite effect. Ruki found herself blushing as she looked at her mother, who was starting to take off her bra. Despite how weird it was to see her own mother topless, she could see why her mom was still a model even though she was approaching middle age. Her body had aged quite gracefully, maintaining its healthy glow and firmness. Next to no wrinkles could be seen and her breasts looked like they belonged to a much younger woman. 'No wonder she's still a model.'
"See, it's no big deal, sweetheart." Rumiko declared in her topless glory.
"Right." Ruki replied, bringing her hands down towards her panties, but stopping just shy of grabbing them.
Rumiko watched as her daughter was trying to pull down the cute pair of panties, both her index fingers were now clutching the material, but she was hesitating to take them off. After about a minute, the older woman stepped forward and offered her daughter a hand, literally.
"Here, let me help you with that, sweetie."
Ruki tried to say that she could handle it, but the words died in her throat as she felt both of her mother's soft hands grasp at her hips. In an instant, Ruki felt her mother slide down her panties for her, like she was just a little girl again. The former Digidestined felt her body go crimson, flush with a warmth that only embarrassment could produce. She awkwardly covered her exposed crotch, thoroughly hoping that her mom wouldn't bring up the fact that she was bare down there. After all, it was just the thing to do and everyone was doing it, right?
"You've got nothing that I haven't seen, baby."
Ruki was so absorbed in her thoughts that she failed to notice that her mom had grabbed a diaper and was now standing in front of her with the oversized disposable in her hand, offering it to her.
Ruki took the diaper from her hand and studied the garment. It was quite cute to see the adorable look of confusion spread across her face as the young woman studied the diaper, trying to unlock it's secrets. She obviously never had any experience with diapers, this much was obvious to Rumiko who knew that her daughter had never babysat nor had an interest in diapers like she did.
"Mom, why is Renamon on this diaper?" Ruki asked as she took notice of the yellow design on the front of the plastic covered disposable.
"It was actually my idea. I wanted to help the designers make something truly unique for us to wear together when they were brainstorming ideas for a new brand of diapers."
"Huh, it is cute." Ruki replied, staring at the yellow character who stared back at her.
"Yep. Rena's were born when I thought of Digimon and you. Just think of it as Renamon watching your back."
Rumiko stated with a chuckle.
"So, are you going to stare at or put it on?"
Rumiko asked before continuing.
"Because if you need a little help, I'll be happy to diaper you myself if you want."
Ruki couldn't believe her ears. Here she was, a grown woman, standing naked in front of her mother and her mother was offering to diaper her. Of course, she didn't want that!
"I can do it on my own, mom."
Ruki huffed and unfolded the diaper. The thing was way longer than she expected, literally stretching out at around two feet in lenght. The young woman reasoned that the hourglass shaped garment should be threaded between her legs and proceeded to do just that as her mother watched her with a snicker.
Rumiko "tsked" gently under her breath, as much fun as it would be to watch her daughter figure out how to put on a diaper, she had to get ready for the shoot.
"Alright, sweetie. While you're doing that, I'll get dressed."
Rumiko effortlessly dropped her shorts and panties in one fluid motion and quickly removed her shoes. Years of being rushed to change various outfits, switching from one wardrobe to the next during long photoshoots had honed her ability to get dressed and undressed under stress. However, this was a fairly causal photoshoot and she wasn't quite under the gun, like some of her other high end modelling jobs. Still, she had a schedule to keep and being late wasn't something that helped you out in this line of work after all.
Ruki ceased fiddling with the diaper, it's tapes proving too tricky for her to remove from the large wings. She merely stood there as her mother grabbed her own diaper, hoping that maybe she could show her some special way of putting on the damned thing. So, Ruki stood there, her diaper wedged between her thighs, the front dangling forward like a limp noodle.
Rumiko took no notice of her daughter as she held this brand new diaper in her hands, caressing the slick plastic between her thimbs and index fingers. The older woman cherished diapers, loving how they felt and sounded. Nothing made her day more than trying on a new one. With that in mind, she took her time unfolding and placing the diaper on the ground with care before she slowly eased herself down on top of the thick, crinkling garment that barely yielded to her body, happily holding its shape and bulkiness beneath her ample bottom as she sat on it. She laid back and started pulling the wings into place, securing herself into her new diaper flawlessly. Having done this so many times before it had basically become second nature to her.
Once her loins were wrapped in the thick plastic, she gave herself a little pat, marveling at how poofy her diaper was. 'This has got to be the biggest diaper I've ever warn. It feels so good. Let's see how Ruki is doing.' Rumiko sat up with a crinkle and looked straight ahead at Ruki, who had resumed fumbling atop her own disposable. It was fairly easy to tell that Ruki had tried to copy with she had done. The girl was now sitting atop her own diaper, trying to pull the wings over the front of her own diaper, struggling to get the adhesive tapes unstuck.
"I thought you said that you didn't need mama's help?"
Ruki sat there, feeling mortified and utterly embarrassed by her mother's remark. However, she was also grateful that her mother had moved onto putting her booties on. With her mother's attention elsewhere, Ruki focused on using her finger nails to peel back the tapes, ultimately freeing them and allowing herself to secure the wings to the landing strip of her diaper. However, she knew that the diaper didn't fit right, each wing was also crooked and the tapes were misaligned, one side sitting higher than the other. Ruki looked over at her mother, who was putting on her cute baby tee shirt, practically dressed and ready to go. The young woman couldn't believe how fast her mom had gotten dressed while all she had done was put her diaper on wrong.
Rumiko walked over to where her daughter sat, her diaper crinkling with each step she took. The older woman knelt down and inspected her daughter's handy work, shaking her head.
"Ruki, that's going to fall off of you the moment you walk out of here. You realize that, right?"
Before Ruki could utter an excuse, she found herself pushed onto her back, her legs lifted up into the air as her mom set out to correctly diaper her the right way. Ruki heard each tape crackle as it was pulled free and reaffixed to the diaper. This was all so bizarre for Ruki. She had just turned eighteen years old for crying out loud, but here she was, laying on her back, getting her diaper changed by her mom, who was dressed like she was a two year old.
Finally, the humiliating diapering ritual came to an end, but not before Rumiko added her two cents to the mix.
"There." Rumiko stated, patting the front of her daughter's diaper. "Now we finally match."
"I could've figured it out!"
"Maybe, but we don't have time for that. Now mama's gotta get you dressed."
"But mom!" Ruki whined as her mother pulled the baby tee over her head. "I am perfectly capable of putting on a t-shirt!"
"It's not just a t-shirt. There's a bib, a bonnet and your cute little booties. Besides, we have a schedule to stick to!"
The fussy teenanger just had to deal with her mother dresing her. The t-shirt had been the easy part. The bonnet needed to be adjusted a few times since the strap kept hanging awkwardly and loose, according to her. Ultimately, Ruki was happy that they were in a rush. Had there been time, she was certain that her mother would've tickled her fetish or played "little piggy" with her toes.
Finally, everything seemed to be in it's proper place, but Rumiko wasn't quite happy with something. Ruki could sense it. After a brief moment of contemplation, Rumiko straightened Ruki's bib and smiled.
"You really have grown a lot over the years. Your breasts are bigger than most girl's your age."
Ruki couldn't quite find the words to describe the level of embarrassment she felt. She had just been dressed like s baby and here her mother a s complimenting her breasts. She knew it was supposed to be a compliment, but it was so hard to even reply to such a statement.
Luckily for Ruki, she wasn't given time to reply as Rumiko helped her up and ushered her towards the door. The diapered mother and daughter made their way through the hallway they had walked through only ten minutes prior. As they approached the room where the shoot would occur, both women could hear a flurry of activity taking place. As they entered, Ruki and Rumiko saw a few staff members positioning stands and screens while backcloths were dragged around and put into place. Despite all the new equipment, Ruki recognized the colorful room as the one she had passed by when she had walked down he hall. Now it all made sense. Why wouldn't she be in some kind of nursery? She was dressed as a baby after all.
"There's our star!"
A tall, middle aged man waved over to where Rumiko and Ruki stood.
"Always a pleasure, Maestro." Rumiko replied with a smile.
"And who might this be?"
Ruki noticed the tall, European sounding man staring at her. He was rather thin, with short dark hair and a scant beard. He seemed to be totally characterless as he looked her up and down, almost as if he was judging her.
"This is my daughter, Ruki. Isn't she cute?"
"Yes. Yes, she is. She'll be perfect for this shoot!"
"Perfect." Rumiko sighed and turned to Ruki. "This is our director and chief photographer, Mephious Wolfgang."
"Nice to meet you." Ruki held out her hand.
The director leaned forward and took Ruki's hand softly in his before he leaned forward and gave the top of her hand a kiss. The whole thing caused Ruki to blush slightly, but Mephious didn't linger. As soon as he let go of her hand, he returned to ordering his staff around, leaving Ruki standing there.
"That's a good sign. Typically, Mephious won't even acknowledge a new model, let alone kiss their hand like that. He must see potential in you." Rumiko explained.
Ruki could only nod as she stared at the older man giving instructions to everyone else in the room. Lights were adjusted, a crib was moved to the middle of the set and other items were set up that he wanted. Rumiko grabbed her daughter's hand and led her to the middle of the set where she sat down onto her padded butt, waiting patiently for Ruki to join her. The two diapered woman sat there while the crew went around changing settings on their cameras, moving reflectors and screens while raising tripods and adjusting their cameras.
Finally, Mephious ordered everyone to take their places. He turned to Rumiko and smiled "I apologize about this delay but I didn't expect a second model. Shall we begin, ladies?"
"Absolutely, Mephy." Rumiko winked.
"Very good. Let's start with some innocent diaper play." Mephious stated and pointed at Ruki. "I want you to turn and face one side while you stand on all fours."
Ruki got up onto her hands as her bottom crinkled loudly from her thick padded as she crawled over to where the director pointed.
"Excellent. Now, look up toward the camera."
Ruki was rewarded with her obedience with a flurry of shutter flashes as the cameras captured her image.
"Good, that's it!" Mephious barked in a pleased tone. "Grab that bottle and look down now at it."
Ruki grabbed the prop that, to her surprise, was filled with milk.
"Great. Now close your eyes a little and suckle on the nipple of the bottle."
Ruki tried not to blush as she stuck the latex nipple into her mouth and tentatively gave it a suck. She certainly wasn't expecting to taste a creamy formula with a hint if vanilla. Despite being served in a bottle, it reminded her of iced coffee.
"Alright, now Rumiko. Ruki has your baba and you want some too."
Mephious explained, pointing at Ruki.
"What are you going to do about that?"
Taking her cue, Rumiko crawled over to her daughter and grabbed the bottle.
"That's it. There's my diapered Diva!"
It was so odd to see her mother fall into character so easily. She watched as her mother rolled onto her back and started drinking from the bottle like an oversized baby. Her bootie covered feet holding the bottle in place as the cameras roared to life, taking picture after picture of her padded backside while the older woman happily drank from her baba.
Suddenly, Mephious called out to the young adult.
"Ruki, Rumiko has stolen your baba! Grab that rattle and make her give it back to you!"
Ruki couldn't help but think about how ridiculous this all was, but it did sound like fun in a rather stupid way. So, without wasting another moment, she grabbed hold of the oversized rattle and crawled over with it in her hand.
Rumiko was so preoccupied with drinking her formula from her bottle that she failed to notice her daughter's approach. Without warning, the large bulb of the rattle made contact with her plastic covered backside, causing the older woman to squeal out in surprise.
"Nicely done, Ruki! Great improvisation!"
With the bottle dropped and rolling away from her mother, Ruki took her chance and lounged for the bottle, landing onto her stomach while her diapered butt faced the cameras perfectly. Another round of of pictures being took could be heard as Ruki started to Nurse on the bottle in triumph.
However, Rumiko wasn't pleased with having her lunch stolen like that. Sure, it was her daughter, and she'd nornally, happily give up her meal to feed her daughter, but this was different. Now that she was in that babyish headspace, she wanted that baba more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life. She jumped at Ruki and the two adults found themselves in a dog pile of sorts.
Mephious stood by, cameras going wild as his two models had a mock play fight for the prized bottle. After a few moments, the entangled women found themselves innocently exploring each other's bodies, but quickly stopped, each one blushing when they realized what they were doing. It was bad enough that they were literally acting like babies, but Ruki couldn't believe that she had accidently comped a feel off of her mother's breast.
Rumiko, on the other hand, struggled to reign in her kinky side. She was positively horny and in her element. Normally, her partner in these shoots was another model who she could cuddle with and explore her body. But she couldn't exactly do that to her daughter. The woman was grateful that her daughter had stuck it out this long and decided to do this. They rarely got to bond and Rumiko didn't want things to get any more bizarre than they already were.
Still, her pussy tingled, demanding her attention, refusing to be ignored. Rumiko knew one way to easily satisfy that urge. She stood up on her knees and steadied her breathing as she let loose a powerful stream into her diaper, sighing as she pissed her pamper.
As the cameras caught every angle of the wetting, Ruki looked positively curious by what her mother was doing until she heard her shy in relief. Then it all became clear, her mother was wetting herself, peeing her diaper like a literal baby. No one else seemed to mind or be bothered by it, quite the contrary. The director and the photographers were happily snapping pictures of the event like it was some monumental achievement.
"Adjust the reflector. I want more light on her Rumiko's diaper!"
One of the staff quickly repositioned a reflector to make sure Rumiko's crotch was well lit.
Again, Ruki found herself unsure of what to do. She didn't want to compete with her mother like that. Fighting over a bottle was bad enough but she was not going to get into a literal piss in contest with her mother.
Rumiko pressed her hand into her crotch, pushing the soggy padding against her mound while she gave the camera a dumb yet satisfied grin.
"Nicely done, Rumiko. You're shining bright like always." Mephious stated. "Now let's utilize some cuddling in the crib!"
'This is going to be a long day.' Ruki thought as she watched her mother waddle towards the crib.
"Come along, baby girl. Join mama in the crib."
Ruki could only blush in response as she crawled over to the crib.
The next hour featured various angles of them hugging each other or standing on their knees, looking over the railing of the crib. A few pictures would have them pretending to be asleep. All in all, Ruki didn't mind too much except for when Mephious had her lay on opposite sides of the crib while her mom was looking over the railing. During that particular scene, her mother's big bulky, diapered butt literally rubbed against her face, causing her to gag. Sometime during the shoot, her mom must've used her diaper for more than just peeing.
"Alright, ladies. I think we're done with the crib."
Ruki smiled, happy to be getting out of the crib but fell to her bottom when a cramp squeezed her bladder. She stood still on the crib matress, not wanting to let go, holding it as best she could. If she didn't do something quick, she'd be peeing her diaper just like her mom did.
"Mephy, umm."
Ruki paused, embarrassed and unsure of how to say what needed to be said.
"Yes, what is it, Ruki?"
Rumiko studied the pained look that had spread across her daughter's face, instantly recognizing that look of desperation as one she had seen many years before when Ruki was in the middle of potty training.
"It's okay, Mephy. I know what's wrong." Rumiko spoke up, giving the director a wink.
Rumiko positioned herself behind her daughter, easing her to sit in between her spread legs. Their diapers touched, crinkling loudly as the back of Ruki's dry diaper came into contact with the crotch of Rumiko's wet diaper. Rumiko then reached her hands out and slowly started rubbing her daughter's shoulders in an effort to calm Ruki down.
Even though she was on the verge of having a major accident, the impromtu massage was quite welcomed. Ruki had to admit that it was alleviating some of her stress, but it still didn't solve her most pressing issue; her overwelmed bladder. If only she had used the bathroom before she got dressed. She had many opportunities to do so, but she simply didn't because of all the curveballs that her mother had thrown at her.
Suddenly, she heard her mother's voice.
"Just use your diaper, baby. That's what it's there for and you'll feel so much better after you go potty."
Ruki couldn't believe her ears. Did her mother really expect her to just piss herself like a baby? Regardless of what her mother wanted, her bladder wasn't going to last forever.
"It's not hard, baby. Just go pee pee in your diaper."
Ruki wanted to argue, wanted to resist, but between the shoulder rub and her mother's legs wrapped around her, she realized that it would be futile to act up. Besides, when her moter wet her diaper, it wasn't exactly obvious that she had done anything from the appearence of the front of the diaper. Without warning, Ruki felt her mother's right arms snake across her chest until it was able to grab her hand. Slowly but surely, Ruki felt her mother guide her hand down towards her crotch until her mother's hand held her hand flush against the slick plastic.
"C'mon, baby girl." Ruki heard her mother whisper. "Do it for mama. Make me proud!"
Ruki didn't know what to think. Her mother actually wanted her to piss her pants. Well, diaper, but it was pretty much the same thing. She was so used to a toilet that she couldn't even imagine doing what her mother wanted her to do. Then again, she really had no other choice. Plus, Ruki realized that, when her mother had wet her diaper, it wasn't exactly that obvious except for her reaction.
So, with that in mind, Ruki eased up and let loose, pouring a cascade of urine into her awaiting diaper. Both Rumiko and Ruki could feel the warmth radiating from her crotch. It was such a wonderful sensation, one that caused Ruki's body to shiver in excitement. The feeling of her diaper soaking up her pee, sagging against her pussy caused the young adult to softly moan.
Meanwhile, Rumiko smiled like a proud parent, happy that her daughter was finally enjoying herself. She could feel the back of Ruki's diaper expanding between her thighs, the urine obviously spreading to her daughter's bottom. She slowly pulled Ruki backwards, letting the young adult lay her head onto her padded crotch, much like a pillow. Rumiko gazed down at Ruki's Joy filled face. Her eyes were closed, as if she was savoring the feeling of her newly soaked diaper. It was so surreal seeing her daughter like this. Rumiko felt completed, her dream had finally come true.
Roughly an hour later, Ruki waited in the lobby for her mother. She had gotten dressed rather quickly since she didn't want to hang around while her mother changed out of a very dirty diaper. Still, Ruki thought it was a good idea to stick around in the lobby.
Finally, Ruki found herself gazing at her mother, cheeks still glowing red from a day filled with blushing and unexpectedly embarrassing situations, as the older woman entered the reception area.
"You did very well today, Ruki. You made me so proud!"
Before Ruki knew it, her mother had pulled her in for another hug.
"Thanks, mom. It was weird, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have fun today."
"That's great. I'm glad to hear you had a good time and I really want to thank you for coming. You have no idea how happy you made me."
"No problem, mom." Ruki grinned.
They both broke off the hug and walked towards the parking lot. Ruki's car parked a few aisles back, but before she got too far away from her mother, she called out to her.
"I'll be back here tomorrow!"
Rumiko gave her daughter a confused look.
"But we don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow."
Ruki smiled, "I know."
Rumiko couldn't help but chuckle as her daughter got into her car. She watched Ruki drive off before she pulled out a picture that Mephy had given to her. It was such a sweet momento. The picture showed her and Ruki standing there in their diapers. She was holding out her fingers in the traditional "V" for "Victory" gesture while her daughter had her arns crossed across her chest, pouting.
"Thank you, Ruki, for being so brave. I'll cherish this picture always."
"I have an eight o'clock dinner reservation. Do you know if my date has arrived? Her name is Rachel Roth, otherwise known as Raven." I say the last part in a boastful manner to the maître d' as the man in the suit glances at me for a second. He looks unsure of how to reply.
"Yes, she's a bit of a handful, but we've worked hard to make accommodations for her."
I simply shrug, not exactly sure of what to make of his remark as he tells me to follow him. The host led me past various tables dotted around the center of the restaurant where I noted many couples were sitting and took me past that area until we arrived to the back of the restaurant. To my delight, it seemed he was taking me to a section of the restaurant that seemed a bit more secluded since the lighting was a bot more dim and it was where all the one-sided, semi-circular booths were.
However, as we stop in front of one of the booths, I notice a large white high chair sitting at the table. If that wasn't bizarre enough, the person sitting in the high chair was dressed in a full body pair of white bunny pajamas that had a hood. From my angle, I could see that the ears were sticking up from the hood, obviously heavily starched to do so. The hood itself started at the base of the wearer's neck and ended in large, paw themed feet and mittens.
"Here's Miss Roth. I'll send a waiter over momentarily to take your orders."
I find myself at a loss for words as I sidestep and stare at the woman in the adult sized baby chair. There's no doubt that it's Raven; The gem on her forehead squashes any doubt of this fact. Her eyes shine with the radiance of lavender, but there's obviously something not quite right about her demeanor. Her cute little chin is covered in spittle which has seemingly managed to find its way onto the bib she was wearing and, from the crinkles I heard coming from her bulbous bottom, it looked like she was wearing a diaper underneath her infantile, fuzzy one piece. I quickly stole a glance below her tray and what I saw only confirmed my suspicions; the diaper she wore was straining against her footie pajamas, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I had to admit that I was surprised, and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't slightly aroused by this turn of events. It was quite a contrast from her usual attire. She normally wore a hooded dark blue cloak and a long-sleeve leotard in a matching shade of dark blue from what I've seen on the news when she was fighting crime with her team. However, the only thing that was remotely similar to her outfit was the blue pacifier that was dangling from her neck. And by similar, I mean that it is the same color as her cloak.
The more I stared at her, the more I couldn't help but wonder if this girl was trying to play a prank on me. After all, this was supposed to be a serious date and this restaurant wasn't exactly cheap.
"What are you waiting for?" Raven lisped from behind her binky in that monotone voice of hers as she looked at me. "I won't bite. Take a seat."
'Is she fucking with me?' I couldn't shake the thought from my head as I sat down across from the diapered super hero.
As I looked her over, I realized that she was occasionally spinning her pacifier around in her mouth, randomly stopping to take drags off it like one would a cigarette. She glanced over at me and let her binky fall free from her mouth, exposing her formula coated teeth as she gave me a devilish smile, the same devilish smile that I fell in love with all those weeks ago. The smile she always used when she wanted to drive me crazy. For the life of me I couldn't stop looking at her.
'I guess she wasn't messing with me when she said she wouldn't bite because there's no way she can bite anything with that mouth.' The combination of that realization and the sight of her grinning at me sent shivers down my spine. My cock was absolutely throbbing as it bobbed and rubbed against my slacks. Even if this was some kind of gag, it wasn't humorous. No, she was making me quite amorous. In all seriousness, if she didn't change back to her normal outfit, I wouldn't be able to make it through dinner without ruining my pants.
I couldn't help but wonder if Raven had read my thoughts and conjured up this wardrobe in an attempt to drive me wild.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the waiter clearing his throat as he stood by our table.
"Welcome to Nagyon Jó. Can I start you two off with something to drink?"
He looked towards my date, who was putting her pacifier back into her mouth, and made a joke. "Perhaps a sippy cup for your...date?"
Before I could even respond, Raven spoke up. "I have a bottle of formula in my diaper bag."
"I see. And you, sir?"
Now that I was on the spot, I didn't even know what to ask for. Did I want to get a glass of wine or stay sober? Part of me was absolutely in love with how Raven looked and was acting, but another part of me noticed the occasional stares that her state of dress earned us. We were literally the table everyone was talking about in hushed whispers. Ultimately, I gave into my penis and asked for a glass of ice water. No reason to get intoxicated and forget this amazing, yet awkward date just because a few people couldn't handle the sight of an adult woman dressed like a baby.
"Very well." The waiter stated and was about to turn away when Raven grabbed his sleeve with her bunny paw encased hand.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to order my meal since I don't want to be here past my bedtime." Raven stated dryly.
If that was Raven's attempt at a joke, it worked. The waiter had to wait a moment to hold back a chuckle.
"But of course. What would you like to eat tonight for dinner? We can put something in the blender for you."
"Spaghetti." Raven replied simply before adding, "do not blend it up."
"Okay, one plate of spaghetti it is." He jotted down her order and turned to face me. "And what will it be for you, sir?"
I didn't even know what I wanted to order as both of their eyes fell on me. I had been too busy thinking about Raven and how she seemed to be moving this date along at a fairly brisk pace. Rather than think about food, I was wondering what that meant for me. Was she not enjoying herself? Was the comment about a bedtime legitimate or just a joke? If she truly had a bedtime then what did that mean for me? Would she get out of her highchair and fly away at nine o'clock or something?
"Umm, I'll have spaghetti too." I replied without much thought as to what I'd be eating. Ultimately, I wanted to get Raven alone and ask her what was going on.
With the orders written onto his notepad, the waiter left us alone in our booth. I waited until he was out of earshot to start my questioning.
"So, why are you dressed like this?" I asked, genuinely curious about whether or not Raven was messing with me. The look on the waiter's face had been priceless, but if word ever got out about how one of Jump City's greatest guardians was sitting in a high chair, wearing bunny themed footie jammies and nursing a binky, her reputation would be ruined.
"Dressed like what?" The normally Gothic girl replied, seemingly confused by the question as she used her finger to spin her pacifier around on the tray of the highchair like it was a fidget spinner.
"Why are you wearing a diaper and footie pajamas?" I pressed, not caring if she didn't like my choice of words.
"Oh!" Raven's eyes lit up briefly as her hand left her pacifier. "I knew it was going to be cold tonight so I wanted to wear something warm and comfie."
I simply stared at her, unsure of what exactly I had just heard.
'Warm and comfie? That wasn't the Raven I knew. The Raven I knew flew around at midnight in a tiny black leotard, her bare thighs cradled by the cold air. As far as I knew, this woman never got cold...
"Okay, I guess that makes sense but what about the diaper?"
"I can't just go around without a diaper on. What if I have an accident?" Raven replied as her hand brought the fat bulb of her soother up to her drooling mouth.
"But you didn't need a diaper when I first met you…" I don't know why I was questioning her. Maybe it was out of a morbid sense of curiosity. I mean, I love her little outfit and thick diaper lurking beneath her white, fleece covered bunny jammies, but part of me had to make sure that this wasn't a joke.
Raven reached into a pocket by her breast and pulled out a Polaroid picture. She reached over the highchair, using one hand firmly planted on the plastic tray to steady her body as she reached out and handed me a picture. The image was even more provocative than I expected. In the picture, a topless Raven was laying out under an umbrella on her stomach surrounded by a nice sandy beach somewhere. Numerous beachgoers were having fun and playing in the surf behind her as she laid out on a blanket. Her purple hair blew slightly in the breeze as she laid under the umbrella. Her pale skin was completely exposed since her bikini top wasn't fastened, ensuring that her back would have no tan lines. However, her lower body didn't match the rest of the environment. Unlike the other women who sunbathed at the beach, Raven was wearing only a disposable swim diaper which completely encased her ass.
"That's from last week." Raven stated from behind her big binky.
"I see." My cock was absolutely throbbing as I studied the picture. I didn't care who took it or what the other people on the beach must've thought. The contrast between her topless upper body and her infantile lower body was positively intoxicating to my eyes. My favorite woman was strutting her stuff on some random beach, pamper clad, like any other common two year old and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought.
I knew why Raven handed me this photo, it squashed any remaining doubt in my mind that this was a joke. If this is what she did when she wasn't fighting crime and the forces of evil, I needed to make her mine! The very thought of her living her life like a baby during her downtime caused my anxiety to rise. I felt like the date was starting all over again. Gone was the weird air that had lingered over the table when I first saw Raven dressed like this. Now I was just like everyone else in the restaurant; just another guy trying to get into his date's pants or, in this case, her diaper.
"Well, what do you think? Do I look good?"
"You certainly do!" I replied, trying to play it cool and not sound too excited, but my voice betrayed me.
Raven giggles a high pitched laugh as her pacifier escapes from her mouth and lands on the plastic tray with a loud thud.
"Fank you." Raven lisps around her hand which quickly replaced her pacifier. She suckled on all four of her digits as I watched in rapt arousal as drool dripped freely down her hand.
'What I wouldn't give to have her suck on me like that.'
The date went on like that for roughly the next twenty minutes. It was like any other date; you try to walk a tightrope and navigate a minefield simultaneously while hoping that you're scoring points with your girl. However, it wasn't completely nerve wracking. Raven's carefree mannerisms and her mesmerizing suckling of her pacifier kept me calm and entertained. She was just so fascinating to watch and so much fun to talk to. The few questions I dared to ask were answered in the most nonchalant ways. I'd ask her if she liked walking around in public dressed this way and she would answer, "what do you think my stroller is for?" I'd ask her if she used her diapers and she would reply "I already did." Just goofy stuff like that which made my heart sing. I didn't want our conversation to end, but it was momentarily put on hold as our food arrived.
"Your dinner is served!" The waiter announced as he sat a plate of Spaghetti and meatballs down on the highchair's tray in front of Raven
"Spaghetti and meatballs!" The pampered superhero cheered as she immediately dug into her plate and scooped up a healthy serving of her dinner in between her two bunny paw encased hands.
The waiter paused for a moment, positively aghast by what he was witnessing. The restaurant's gourmet meal was being smeared all over Raven's face and bib as she tried to eat her dinner much like any other toddler would. At the same time, I was struggling to hide my ear to ear smile as I gazed lovingly at the most incredible sight I had ever seen. Noodles were falling from her mouth, getting all over her highchair's tray as she slurped on the spindly strands of pasta. A generous amount of meat sauce covered her chin and bib. It took the waiter setting a plate in front of me to break the hold Raven had over my mind at that moment.
"Sir, would you like someone to feed your- umm, date? I can recommend that one of the waitresses come over here and keep her from making an even bigger mess then she is currently making."
"That won't be necessary." I answered. "I'll feed her."
The waiter simply nodded and took his leave as I sat up and approached Raven.
"Here, let me help you with that." I offered as I leaned in with my fork, twirling it into the sauce covered spaghetti to get a decent amount of the noodles wrapped around my fork.
Raven looked up from her plate and smiled that lovely grin. Her teeth were coated with meat sauce and drool that threatened to spill from her mouth.
"What a gentleman."
I couldn't help, but smile as I brought the spoon up to her face.
"Open wide for the airplane, Rae-Rae!" I cooed, shoveling the dinner into her open mouth.
I watched the diapered woman enjoy her meal as a series of adorable sounds came from Raven. She truly seemed to be enjoying herself as she mashed the noodles into tiny pieces between her teeth.
The meal went on like this for several minutes, fork-fulls of spaghetti were delivered and obediently eaten until there was only a few pieces of noodles left randomly strewn across her plate. I was about to feed Raven one last bite when her eyes suddenly grew wide. Curious as to what was happening to her, I stopped feeding her and watched as she put both of her bunny paw covered hands on the highchair's tray and pushed herself up from her seat. I was about to ask what she was doing when a muffled fart filled the air as she began filling her diaper.
The little grunts and groans she made while pooping her Pampers were music to my ears. I didn't care if every eye in the place was staring at us, this moment was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Finally, Raven looked like she was finished as she sat firmly back into her seat. The silly girl must've forgotten about the load in her pants because she instantly started squealing when she sat back down.
"I need my diaper changed." Raven stated after calming down from her tiny tantrum.
"It's okay, baby. I'll change you." I cooed, letting some deep down paternal force take over me.
"My diapers are in the diaper bag underneath my stroller." Raven pointed to where I could just barely see part of the stroller hiding behind our booth.
I nodded and walked over to the large modern umbrella stroller. With a bit of effort, I pulled the tightly packed bag free from the compartment underneath the strollers seat and slung the infantile bag over my shoulder.
"Now it's time for you to go for a ride on my hip."
Raven fluttered her eyes, obviously turned on by my behavior. I was taking charge and treating her like the baby she acted like. I picked up the oversized highchair's tray and sat it onto the table before turning my attention back to my date. She looked absolutely radiant with her face covered in spaghetti and the smell of a very dirty diaper emanating from her crotch.
"Let's get your face cleaned up before I change your pants."
I wiped her food-covered face clean with a wet wipe I dug out from her diaper bag. Gone was the meat sauce and random speckles of noodle remnants.
"Fank you, Faawl." Raven lisped.
"You're welcome, doll face."
Now that my baby's face was clean, I could focus on changing her diaper. I briefly considered changing her here, but due to the fact that we were in Jump City, I couldn't do that to her. As hot as it would've been to lay her out on the table and change her in front of all these prudes, I didn't want to ruin Raven's reputation by wiping her ass in public. So, I scooped her up from her highchair and carried her on my hip over to the men's room. She moaned and squirmed against me as I carried her, making my cock tent my pants outwards.
I wasted no time laying Raven out on the changing table in the men's room. Her petite body just barely fit on the flat board like surface as I lifted her legs up into the air and proceeded to unbutton her butt flap, exposing her bloated pampers. With her legs up in the air I worked her legs out of those footie pajamas. Even if it wasn't entirely necessary, I wanted to see those silky smooth legs while I changed her.
Raven whined as I unfastened her bulging, poop filled adult-sized pamper. She obviously wanted to be cleaned, but I wanted to drag this out a bit. "Look at what little Raven did in her didee. She made such a big doody for me to clean up."
For the first time since I had arrived that night, I saw her blush, but It wasn't a blush of shame or humiliation. No, it almost looked like her face was blushing because she was horny.
"Pwease change me, Daddy." Raven begged as her raised legs quivered.
A wet wipe or four had cleaned up most of the mess caked on her ass and granted me a lovely view of Raven's most private places. The babyish woman had obviously shaved her pubic hair, or maybe it was removed by magic? Either way, she was as bald down there as any other porn star, but that wasn't all that demanded my attention. I pushed her legs wider, spreading them until she was showing off her glistening labia. I had her spread so far wide that her cute little puckered anus was staring at me too. I proceeded to take a baby wipe to the gothic girl's anus and repeatedly wiped it until it was clean.
Raven kicked her legs playfully as I finished wiping her butthole. She grinned at me from her position on the table. Something in the way she fluttered her eyelashes told me that she was expecting me to do more than wipe her ass. I swear, if she kept pushing my buttons like this, I'd most likely end up fucking her right here on the changing table.
"So...What's a girl got to do to get some dick around here?" Raven asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
I literally had to double take because I couldn't believe what she had just said. 'There's no way. She must be reading my mind!'
Whether she had read my mind or not wasn't exactly important at that moment. I unzipped my zipper as fast as I could and unleashed my raging cock. The romantic part of me would've touched her lower lips, tracing them teasingly before slowly entering her. That part of me wasn't running the show at the moment. I sped right past foreplay and pushed my throbbing cock into her wet slit.
"Yes!"
Raven cheered before her shouts of elation turned to moans of pleasure and passion as I repeatedly pushed my manhood into her pulsating pussy. Her feet were firmly planted on the baby's changing table as she lifted her butt off of the table and dirty diaper. It was all I could do to hold her in place, both hands gripping her around her hips, as she bucked into my shaft.
Raven screamed as waves of euphoria swept over her body. The pent up torrent of sexual energy flooded out of her and sprayed against my crotch. Even though she climaxed, I was still hard and needing release. A devilish idea came to my mind as I stared at her slobbering mouth.
"Did you save room for desert?" I asked, smirking wildly.
"I think so, why?"
"Because a growing girl like you needs her milk."
Raven grinned wearily and opened her mouth, eager to accept my cock. As the tip of my cock touched her tongue I could feel her tickle the tip of my cock. It was nice, but when she started to swirl her tongue around my cock in widening circles, I could only moan in response. Suddenly, she lapped at my cock and dragged the length of her entire fat tongue down the underside of my shaft before wrapping her lips around the base of my dick. The warm and soft ridges of her throat welcomed my aching cock as she started sucking on my dick properly.
I looked down at Raven and saw that her eyes were flickering when they met mine. And then, in the literal blink of an eye, her gaze focused on my cock as I felt her treating the top half of my cock as she was suckling on her pacifier; she was sucking it while moving her tongue to press on my cock and slide it around before making another swallowing motion, deep throating it. The whole while using her tongue to press my dick firmly against the roof of her mouth. It was beyond belief how good she was at sucking. Just when I thought I knew all of her tricks, Raven let my cock pop out of her mouth for a brief moment before reeling it back in with a vigorous slurp. All the while her fingertips were exploring my balls, tracing them and occasionally rolling and tugging gently on them.
"Uhh! Suck me like a pacifier!" I pleaded as I started thrusting my hips against the gothic adult baby's mouth. She took this as her cue to increase the speed and pressure of her sucking yet again.
I don't even know when I came. Everything had been so hazy once she picked up the pace and had started really sucking my cock. All I knew was that I must've came because the next time I looked down at Raven she was pulling away from my cock while loudly gulping down my sticky liquid seed quite greedily.
"That-that was amazing!" I struggled just to say how impressed I was due to the shortness of breath that plagued me.
Raven, for her part, looked absolutely satisfied as she laid on the bathroom's changing table. At some point during our impromptu love making session, her dirty diaper had fallen off of the table and onto the tiled floor
"You're welcome, but I'm not done with you yet. Take me home with you." Raven purred before adding, "my stroller turns into a carseat."
"Alright. You got a deal!"
I wasted no time taping Raven into a fresh, adult sized pamper. Even though I had just came, the very thought of enjoying another round of kink filled pleasure with Raven caused me to forgo dressing her back into her bunnies themed footie pajamas. Instead, I simply sat the topless girl into her stroller and proceeded to push her out of the men's room and into the restaurant.
As we approached our table, I noticed that the plates were already gone, obviously taken away, the highchair was missing from its spot by the table and our bill for the meal was laying there, waiting to be acknowledged. Had the restaurant staff heard the commotion from the bathroom? Was this the waiter's way of telling us nicely to pay and leave?
Ultimately, it didn't matter if they had heard us or not. I threw a few twenties onto the table and returned to pushing the stroller through the main dining area. Literally every table turned to stare at us: some pointing, some whispering, most on their phones possibly taking pictures or texting their friends in disbelief at what they were seeing. While I struggled to ignore their judge filled stares, Raven seemed perfectly content to slurp on her oversized binky and drool on her exposed tits; She really is the perfect woman.
"Thank you for eating with us tonight, and please, don't come back." The waiter, who now had become a passive aggressive prick, said as we passed him on our way out.
If I wasn't about to take Raven home with me, I may have said something to that asshole, but it really wasn't a big deal. Did he have a lovely little lady, who wore diapers, waiting for him at home? Hell no. However, I did and, as such, I was the victor on this night.
"Cold" I heard Raven mutter to herself in that monotone voice of hers as I pushed her stroller into the parking lot.
"Don't worry, baby. We're almost to the car and then I'll swaddle you up and put you in your car seat."
I don't know why I didn't put her back into her bunny jammies when I was finishing up her post blow job diaper change. Maybe it was tunnel vision on my part or a subconscious desire to have nothing in my way except for a diaper when I took her to bed with me when we got home. Either way, I made sure to swaddle her first as I laid her down in the backseat of my car. I could hear her blowing spit bubbles and cooing to herself as I fought to fold up her stroller and transform it into a carseat, but thankfully, I figured it out and had her strapped into the rear facing carseat.
We were on the road and would be home in under ten minutes if I kept hitting the lights green. Although I was in a rush to get back home, I still drove the speed limit. The last thing I wanted was to get pulled over and have to explain why my date was wearing a diaper, strapped into a rear facing infant carseat meant for a six month old, but big enough to fit an adult woman.
With one last light, I turned onto my street and quickly pulled into my driveway. At this point, all the jitters and nervousness which accompanies any man during a date had long been vanquished by the returning arousal which threatened to tent out my trousers once again. As I opened the door, I noticed that Raven was stirring from her impromptu nap. Hopefully, she was well rested and ready to go. Instead of trying to recreate her stroller, I simply unbuckled her and carried her through the threshold of my house much like one might do with his newlywed bride except, unlike a traditional bride, Raven was wearing a legitimate baby diaper and not some silly wedding diaper.
"I can't wait any longer." Raven whined, bucking her hips and legs around struggling inside her fleece lined cocoon.
"Just a minute, baby. Just a minute." I said calmly but with an unmistakable hint of urgency and lust hidden just beneath my tone.
Like a fireman rescuing a woman from a burning building, I practically ran to my room with my petite but big bundle of joy in my arms. I gently pushed open my door with my foot and entered the pitch black room while Raven whined some more. When I tried to free a hand to flip the lightswitch on the wall, the blob of blankets with Raven's adorable pacifier sucking face poking out began to glow an ominous black as the Gothic girl levitated from my arms and floated over to my bed.
I honestly forgot she had powers with how she had been acting all night and didn't know what to say at first as she laid on top the blanket on my bed. "I forgot you could do that." I admitted in a sheepish tone.
"Just making things easier for you." Raven stated in that monotone voice of hers as her pacifier dangled around her neck by a single strand of ribbon, the big rubber bulb covered in saliva. "So, what are you waiting for?" Raven asked.
I couldn't stop myself from blushing as I stared at her pale body. "I guess I didn't expect this date to go so well."
In the blink of an eye I found myself laying underneath a floating Raven. Had she used her magic to pull me under her? Did I somehow black out and end up beneath my dainty, diaper clad date? Ultimately, I'll never know, but I did know one thing; Raven was in total control as my cock was standing at full attention, freed from my pants by her magic.
Raven grinned that smile of hers and lowered herself onto my crotch, making sure to press her plastic encased pussy against my shaft. She grinded herself against me, gyrating her padded hips into my swollen member. It may have been dry humping, but the feeling of my cock pressed firmly in between the folds of her diapered camel toe was all I needed. I wanted her closer so I put my hands around her back, my fingers hooking themselves into the waistband of her slick pampers as she continued to gyrate against me.
"This feels so good," Raven whispered.
I pulled her into me as the spontaneous dry humping continued. I could feel her legs on either side of me as she straddled me, her knees sliding in and out while her body would rise and fall as if she were riding me. As things carried on her professional gyration regressed into her sliding around on my stomach like a clumsily adult sized baby. Her padded ass fell back against my cock as spittle rained down on my chest since her mouth was literally inches above my chest. It was that final bit of stimulation I needed which drove me over the edge as rope after rope of sticky cum shot from my cock and coated the front of her pampers.
I laid back, content and pleased with how well things had gone. Raven too, looked positively pleased and rather exhausted by her naughty little love making session.
About five minutes later, just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt something warm and wet clamp themselves down on my nose. Slightly startled, I opened my eyes and saw a tuckered out Raven trying to hump me in her pampers while simultaneously sucking on my nose.
"No baby, daddy is too tired for that. It's time for bed."
A slight whine reverberated around my nose, but she relented and pulled her toothless maw away from my face and laid her head onto my chest. Not wanting to be too cruel to my sweet baby, I reached for her discarded binky on the side of my bed and stuck it in her mouth. It didn't take more than a few seconds to pass before I heard the soft sounds of Raven snoring.
Upon traveling through the Kingdom of Sarasaland, our hero, Shantae, happened upon Princess Daisy's castle. After meeting with the Princess, and speaking with her about the Kingdom, Shantae decided to help Daisy set up a babysitting service for her numerous subjects that had babies.
Our story begins inside a building just outside the castle walls where our purple haired hero stood on her tiptoes, twisting a wrench until two segments of pipe were affixed to each other. Shantae took a step back and admired her handiwork while wiping her forehead.
"I think that should just about do it for the showerhead." Shantae turned to where Daisy was working on an assembly of disjointed wooden arms. "How's everything coming along on your end, Daisy?"
"I finished a while ago with the pulley, but I could use some help getting this center axle put into place." Daisy blushed as she tried to hold the shaft up.
Shantae nodded. "No problem."
Daisy was struggling with the heavy metal rod due to large gear on the end. She definitely couldn't get it slotted into place without help. Everytime she tried to lift it above her head, the awkward piece of machinery threw her off balance.
Shantae, seeing her new friend having difficulty with the component, hurried over to assist Daisy with sliding the opposing spline into another set of gear. Shantae grabbed the opposite end of the steel axle shaft and helped hoist it up over their heads. Daisy took the opportunity to tighten the bolts into place, fixing the axle into place as Shantae stood under the rod iron pole.
Once the axle shaft was secured, the two women worked together to get the wooden arms slotted into the iron rod. Daisy slid numerous wooden limbs into the metal gear and Shantae would tighten each of the lifeless limbs to axle shaft.They had to stand on step stools to reach the bar and get each arm into place, but after a bit of work and elbow grease, the machine was finally finished; each set of arms was put into their appropriate place.
Both women were feeling a bit tired as they stepped back from the odd amalgamation of cogs, gears, ropes, bolts and pipes. After working all morning long, the two women could only gaze at the curious machine, admiring their hard work. The tub was the largest component of the machine, and rightly so, since it was meant to wash babies for their busy mothers.The wooden, jointed poles, dangled lifelessly above the tub from the axel, waiting to be awakened and out to work. Some of these arms ended in hands, but a few ended in bristle tipped brushes and scrubber pads.
Daisy's smiled as she looked at the arms, admiring her patented system of pulley that was powered by a small motor. It had taken some trial and error on her part, but she finally got the arms to turn independent of one and another. She really wanted to give it a test run, but her stomach rumbling reminded her that she needed to eat.
"You're hungry too?" The purple haired genie couldn't help but ask.
"It sure sounds like it." Daisy giggled.
Shantae was about to reply when her own stomach grumbled.
"I think we should get some lunch." Daisy smiled.
"I think that's a great idea! Let's go to lunch!"
A sinister shadow filled the window as Risky Boots, Queen of the Seven Seas, lurked just outside. She watched as her nemesis, Shantae, walked out of the room with a woman in an orange dress. Despite having to abandon her crew and the mighty Part Omni-Organic, Partially Titanic, Ocean-Optional Tinkerslug to pursue Shantae, she was still a force to be reckoned with.
Risky Boots rubbed her hands together menacingly and smiled. The purple haired pirate queen was ready to make her move and strike. However, without her crew and slimy slug sailing ship, she knew that she would have to get creative to beat the half genie. Peering through the window once more, she could see just what Shantae and that other woman had been tinkering on. She didn't know what it was at first glance, but she knew that it was going to be the tool to achieve victory! How foolish of her enemy to leave that device sitting inside the room alone!
If she could get inside the room, sabotage the machine and hide before Shantae could figure out anything was a miss, Risky Boots knew that she would finally have Shantae right where she wanted her!
'I'm going to defeat that little brat once and for all!'
Slowly but surely, the purple haired pirate pulled open the window and lifted her leg over the ledge. She tiptoed toward the bizarre tub machine and looked it over. She saw that the bath had a built in shower stall while various nozzles, mechanical hands and brushes hung above the porcelain tub. Beyond the tub sat a small table which must've been the first piece of equipment they had constructed. It was no concern to Risky Boots since it looked fairly ordinary. What mattered most to the self proclaimed Queen of the Seven Seas was figuring out a way to use Shantae's machine against her!
Risky returned her gaze to above the tub and stared at the axle shaft. She noticed that the axle shaft had a dozen arm like pieces of wood sticking out from them. Each "arm" and a rope which was affixed to the shaft. Each portion of the shaft had a couple cogs and gears, but what the fiendish pirate noticed instantly when studying the machine was the ropes that connected everything. She sauntered over to where the series of ropes were fed into a fan like structure that was covered. The fan was powered by a small motor.
'This might be easier than I imagined!'
The dastardly pirate started turning in an effort to ruin the machine. When nothing noticeable happened right away, she returned to playing with the knobs as water began to flow freely from the faucet, slowly filling the tub. It only took a minute for her to grow bored with fiddling with the knobs so she turned her attention to tugging and pulling on the ropes in an effort to break the pulley system. With one firm tug, she unintentionally sent the limp mechanical arm sailing over the axle bar until it made a full revolution and smacked her behind her head, sending her face first into the tub of warm water. As she fell into the tub, her leg hit the button which turned on the small engine next to the tub. With a harsh lawnmower like whine, the pulleys began to move by themselves, sending arms, brushes and scrubbers down upon the disoriented Risky Boots.
Risky Boots had no idea what she had done since her head was stuck underwater as the prickly brushes ran themselves over her back. The cactus like touch running down her lower back and spandex covered ass left her confused. She was clueless about what was happening to her and kicked at the ceiling while a steady stream of bubbles left her angry mouth.
A pair of gloved hands managed to get past the bristle brush and yanked the tight white and purple spandex down her thighs and towards the roof. With her round butt exposed the bristle brush was free to scrub her clean all over. It got into every nook and cranny, even running over her shaved vagina which caused the poor pirate to spasm from a mixture of pain and pleasure. Never had the proud pirate felt such conflicting sensations. The cactus like tips of the brush raked across her most sensitive areas, but afterwards her womanly mound craved more! It was too much for her to stand!
Just when Risky Boots thought she was about to drown, the machine decided to clean her upper body and flipped her right side up. Sadly for the pirate, she didn't even get a second to consider trying to escape when the gloved hands grabbed her by her wrists and held her in place while the machine pulled off her skull themed top, exposing her perky breasts.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing to me!?" Risky barked at the crazy contraption that had unintentionally taken her hostage.
The machine seemingly paused as a large bucket of water appeared next to the tub. One of the large brown bristled brushes left the pirate's back and was brought over to the bucket. It was then dunked into the bucket of water several times which allowed the water to get nice and soapy from the bar of soap it was ran across at the bottom of the bucket. The arm was then pulled above the soapy water and given a quick shake.
Risky Boots watched the brush build up a lather and felt like the machine was ignoring her.
"Look here, you big hunk of crap! I'm Risky Boots! Queen of the Seven-!"
While our antagonist was shouting at the machine, the arm was lifted up and pushed the brush straight into the pirate's open mouth! The brush scrubbed her tongue fiercely, filling Risky Boots' mouth with the taste of soap.
Her eyes widened.
It was horrible! Absolutely the worst thing that the pirate had ever tasted in her life. She tried to force the bristles from her mouth, she tried to spit it out, but the machine was simply too strong. The machine ran the brush across her teeth, cleaning them with the power of industrial strength soap! A wet gargle escaped her mouth as the brush continued to "clean" her mouth until all traces of foul language was washed from her vocabulary.
Finally, the brush ceased it's oral assault and pulled out of Risky Boots' mouth. Try as she might, the pirate couldn't spit up enough of the soap to get the terrible taste out of her mouth. A few bubbles and suds flew out of her mouth as her spitting turned into a coughing fit. Unbeknownst to the pirate, the mouth soaping caused the soapy water to naturally flow to the back of her throat forcing her to absentmindedly swallow it.
While Risky Boots was coughing up bubles, the brush was brought up to finish scrubbing her back while a pair of scrubbers worked on her bare breasts. Each mechanical motion scratched her microscopically as the soap covered brushes and scrubbers worked on her body. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable bath she had ever taken, but thanks to being restrained by the hands, with the ever present taste of soap between her lips, she stayed still and let the brushes lather her up. Each time the brush ran across her exposed armpits, her fingers and toes curled in response.
She would not laugh. She would not respond!
Suddenly, Risky Boots felt the palm of a gloved hand rest flat on her upper back. Before she could utter a word, the hand pushed her down into the warm water which bent her knees and made her ass rise above the turbulent water line. With her head under the foamy water, the machine sped up its cartoonish cleaning regiment and attacked her exposed backside with the scrubber. Thick little bristles were spinning across her purple bottom, scrubbed the blushing hot flesh at a rapid rate of speed similar to a car wash buffer. Back and forth, from left to right, no area went unwashed and scrubbed. It ran down her crack, past her cheeks and stopped only once it whisked over her mound. Despite flailing her arms and fighting for her breath, her womanly folds leaked sexually as the scrubber seemingly teased her most intimate spot, sending soap and precum flying out of the tub to land in puddles of soapy water. When the brush was pulled back by the pulley, it caught her vulva as the tips of the bristles poked into her vagina.
Risky Boots moaned underneath the water which forced her to inhale more of foamy liquid she was being bathed in. Maybe it was the sexual stimulation, maybe it was the lack of air, but her eyes rolled back into her head as the brush roughly ran between the folds of her womanhood. She couldn't last much longer like this!
Like buoy in a raging storm, the drenched pirate bobbed above the water and caught her breath.
"You salty sea dog! Risky wants mooooore!"
Risky Boots moaned, exhaling before she took in another deep breath. Without warning, a hand pressed on the top of her head and dunked her back beneath the water. A shocked stream of bubbles left her mouth as the pirate tried to shout. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs in rage as the machine repeatedly pulled her up and dunked her into the full tub, sending waves of water over the sides of the porcelain tub.
After a good five minutes of being "rinsed", Risky Boots was released from the hold of the gloved hands. Not asking why or waiting for permission, the woman hopped out of the tub and grabbed her pirate hat from the floor.
"Stupid machine!" The annoyed pirate said as she walked away butt naked from the bizarre bathing machine.
"I think I heard something in here." The familiar voice of Shantae, that trouble causing runt, echoed from the doorway of the building.
Taking that as her cue, Risky Boots quickly ducked behind some wooden boxes and remained out of sight while her nemesis and the woman in orange entered the room.
"It looks like the machine turned itself on!"
"I know, but how is that possible?" Daisy asked as she walked closer to the porcelain tub, wanting to inspect her invention for any possible reasons for it coming to life on its own.
"Daisy, be careful." Shantae called out to her new friend, but it was too late!
"I'll be fine, Shantaaaeee!"
The Princess of Sarasaland slipped on a stray bar of soap and went sailing into the air until she landed with a big splash in the tub. A flurry of arms came down from above, ready to wash their newest customer. The gloved hands ripped and pulled at Daisy's clothing, stripping her of her outfit until she was naked.
Wasting no time, Shantae sprung into action and twisted her head. With a full turn of her head, the half genie attacked the machine by sending her incredibly strong hair flying at the engine. However, just as she was about to strike the engine, a gloved hand grabbed her ponytail and yanked ger towards the tub.
"Oh no you don't!" Shantae said as she tried to hold her ground, but try as she might, the machine was simply too strong for her and yanked the half genie into the tub where she joined her naked friend Daisy.
Despite her best efforts to resist and a great deal of yelling, the machine pulled, yanked, ripped and finally had shantae stripped of her outfit. The tan girl would've covered her breasts and preserved what little modesty she still had, but her arms and legs were held tightly as the contraption got to work cleaning her body. She fought and flinched, but her struggling only forced water to spill and splash onto the floor as she hovered over the bubble covered water.
A bristly brush was lowered from the contraption and swirled around Shantae's plump posterior in a counterclockwise motion, spreading soapy lather all over her crack and butt cheeks. Shantae looked over her shoulder, shocked by how the machine was manhandling her with zero regard for her dignity. This was supposed to be an invention that took care and washed babies! How could Daisy design such a careless and brutish thing?!
While Shantae wondered why she was being treated so poorly, an equally distraught Daisy was being blasted by a showerhead, her vagina and ass getting thoroughly rinsed. The poor princess held on with her free hand, taking that blast of warm water while her breasts straddled over the side of the tub.
"Daisy! You have to stop this crazy thing!"
The water logged princess wished she could, but such things were literally beyond jer reach.
"I can't do anything!"
As Shantae and Daisy tried to talk to each other, Risky Boots was laughing her ass off behind a stack of boxes. She could tell that the machine had Shantae right where she wanted her. There was no way she would miss this show!
Out from the shadows, Shantae spotted a lone figure stepping out from behind a stack of boxes, grin spread wide across her face. It was none other than Risky Boots!
"Risky Boots?!"
"It is one and the same, you foolish girl!" The purple pirate struck a pose.
"W-why- are you- you-" Shantae struggled to spit it out as her head was dunked beneath the water.
"Naked!?" Shantae cried out.
"I thought you'd never ask, runt!" Risky Boots smiled as she took a seat on the floor, her legs crossed, unashamed of her gorgeous body. "I sabotaged your deranged little device here, but not before it stole my clothes and gave me a washing."
Now it all made sense! Shantae knew that Daisy would've never built such sinister pile of scrap metal and wooden beams. That dastardly Risky Boots ruined the machine and perverted it to do her bidding!
However, such knowledge did little good for the nude genie who was getting the scrubbing of her life. She flailed her arms and legs as the brush found its way to her tight mound. The bristles brushed across her most intimate parts, making her squirm as bolts of euphoria traveled up her spine. She had clung to the side of the tub just to stay above the water, that's how weak in the legs she was. The brush made another pass over her mound, causing Shantae to let out a deep moan as the thick bristles gave her a good cleaning. Over her cheeks and then back across her pussy it went, over and over again as a third of her body size was covered in soap. She had never been treated like this before!
Shantae trembled in orgasmic ecstasy, she could barely utter a single syllable that wasn't lust filled moaning. Thankfully her juices were being wicked by the naughty brush before she made a mess in the tub.
While Shantae was getting the business end of a brush, Daisy was dealing with a very greedy glove. The glove was remarkably nimble, finding its way into all of her intimate spots. A single thick, gloved finger was pushed into the princess' poor pooper, making Daisy shout out in surprise. As that hand tended to her asshole and pussy, another hand wielded a scrub brush and went about scrubbing all over her back. Once finished with her back, the jointed wooden arm bent at a ninety degree which allowed the scrub brush holding hand access to her armpits. Each pit was thoroughly cleaned, causing Daisy to giggle and laugh out loud. The poor princess was quite ticklish after all!
Shantae didn't know what was so funny. Both Risky Boots and Daisy were laughing as one glove fondled her tits as another one played with her pussy. This was far from funny; it was humiliating!
Still, Shantae had never felt so good in all of her life! The machine was doing things to her that the girl never knew were possible. Her pusdy twitched and quivered as the brush stroked her mound with its prickly touch.
Right as Shantae was about to squirt, a wash rag slapped her face, causing Shantae to blink her eyes.
"You're not supposed to be enjoying this!" Risky Boots shouted.
"It's not my fault you did this to Daisy's machine!" Shantae shouted as a showerhead sprayed her with water.
"Who is this vile woman?" Daisy could only ask as a pair of gloved hands lifted her out of the tub and tenderly spun her around so that she was held by her armpits above the top of the small table.
As Daisy dangled in the air, another set of gloved hands pulled a big fluffy towel from the wall and set about drying the soaking wet woman.
The warm towel was rubbed all over the squirming girl’s body, rubbed against her tits and hairless crotch while both Risky and Shantae watched. Every inch of her skin was rubbed dry by the soft fibers of the big warm towel until she was dry.
With its job done, the towel was thrown into a laundry basket and Daisy's freshly dried bottom was sat onto a thick hourglass shaped garment that started crinkling as the princess squirmed.
"No!" Daisy hollered. "I don't need a diaper!"
Shantae could only stare in bewilderment as Daisy was given a decadent dosing of powder until her crotch was snow white. Once powdered, the hands pulled up the disposable diaper until the front was pressed against the Princess' stomach and taped shut. Daisy tried to close her legs, but the huge between her thighs prevented her knees from even touching each other.
"That is too funny!" Risky Boots said as she held her stomach. "Is it going to diaper widdle Shantae too?"
The arms hoisted a diapered Daisy up from the table and held her in place. Suddenly, pink bunch of fabric filled her eyes as the hands started to spin her around, coiling a thick blanket around her legs and upper body. She was effectively being swaddled!
Meanwhile, Shantae's gawking was interrupted as the contraption pushed her back underneath the water, making Shantae gag as her entire body was submerged.
The wooden arm grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled her out of the water like a fisherman catching a fish. Shantae was held up by the crazy contraption for both Risky Boots and Daisy to see as the hands readied the changing table for her. Risky Boots wore an ear to ear smile while Daisy was getting a big orange binky shoved into her mouth.
"Looks like it's time for Shantae to get her diapee!" The fiendish pirate cooed in baby talk.
The gloved hands unfurled another big fluffy towel and started to dry the squirming half genie off. It was ran across her firm butt cheeks and through her crotch, teasing her pussy with the soft touch of absorbent follicles. The hands soon reached her breasts and rubbed them harder to dry the bouncing boobs.
Now completely dry, the glove baring arms unfolded a big white disposable diaper underneath Shantae perfectly plump posterior.
"I won't wear that thing!" Shantae declared in a defiant tone.
The machine didn't care about what the half genie said, it had a job to do and no fussy brat would stop it from finishing its work. Shantae wriggled as she was lowered onto the thick, pillow like diaper. It crinkled as she was forced to sit on top of it. Her weight made her sink slightly into the garment which made it caress her ample butt. It was like the diaper was welcoming her.
Shantae was torn away from her physical observations as a new hand dunked a powder puff into a container of talcum powder. She could only watch as the hands hovered above her, powder puff ready to be used. Suddenly, it got to work, patting her crotch up and down, covering her bald pussy in powder. A pair of gloved hands grabbed hold of her ankles, pulling her butt out as her legs were raised towards the ceiling. A barrage of dusty pats landed across her butt before she was deemed ready for diapers.
Shantae's legs remained raised, her ankles pinched between a gloved thumb and forefinger. Without delay, her powdered ass was quickly taped into the thick pamper.
The hands lifted the diapered genie up from the changing table and began to swaddle her. With each rotation, the hands sped up as Shantae's arms and legs were pressed against her body. Each layer of blanket wrapped tighter and tighter around Shantae, trapping her inside her cocoon of fabric and warmth. No matter how much she squirmed and wriggled, there was no way she was breaking free from her blanketed prison.
Risky Boots savored the sight of her arch nemesis being diapered and swaddled. She had never felt so superior and triumphant in all her days of piracy. She made a mental note to recreate this crazy contraption to punish her future enemies as she got dressed.
"You won't get away with this!" Shantae screamed from her infantile cocoon.
"I'm pretty sure that I already have." The Queen of the Seven Seas smiled.
"I'll get out of this and then I'll-"
*MPPHH!*
"There." Risky Boots grinned. "That's much better."
Shantae stared at the dastardly pirate as she was forced to suckle on a red colored soother.
*Knock*
*Knock*
"Is this the place to drop off my baby for the afternoon?" A villager asked as she made her way into the building.
"I dunno. Ask these two." Risky Boots replied with a smirk.
"Oh my." The villager gasped as she saw Daisy and Shantae swaddled on the ground. "You have such big babies! How did you manage to push them out?"
"Pfft" Risky Boots cocked an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me, lady? I'm much too young to be a mother!"
The cocky pirate passed the confused villager as she left the building, leaving behind a very squirmy Shantae and Daisy.
*MPPHH*
The villager approached Shantae and pulled out her binky.
"Please! The half genie pleaded. "I need to get to the-"
Art by Red Moda. Art and story commissioned by Mephy44 and posted with his permission. Enjoy!
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---Back At Her Hideout---
Charmcaster groaned in disgust with how she had been bested by Gwendolyn once again. She had been so close to defeating that brat!
"What even was that spell she used on me?"
The white haired sorceress wondered aloud as she found herself looking over at her bathroom door. After such an exhaustive battle, a bath was just what she needed to calm her nerves and soothe her body. A bath would also give her ample time to examine the events of the battle mentally and plan accordingly for the next battle.
With a sigh, Charmcaster reached above herself and poofed her clothing into oblivion, leaving her nude. For a brief second her silky-smooth skin and radiant curves were on display until something bizarre happened; her outfit reappeared! However, it wasn't quite the same as before. Her purple dress had been replaced by a simple lavender T-shirt, but that wasn't what caught her attention. No, what caught her eye was what had replaced the pink ribbon wrapped around her. The ribbon had vanished, but there was something pink still wrapped around her waist; a bulky, crinkling form of thick, pink underwear.
"Why am I in a diaper?!" Charmcaster yelled to the heavens.
She raised up her hands once again and cast her clothing removal spell. However, unlike a moment ago, nothing happened. She stared at her hands in disbelief as she realized that no magic had come out from her palms. Annoyed, she tried to cast another spell, and nothing happened. Charmcaster thought that this must be some kind of error in her magic. A mistake brought on by exhaustion!
Dismayed by her impotent magic, Charmcaster decided to just do things the old fashioned way. She started by ripping off her pink pull ups and throwing then down to the ground. Staring at her bare womanhood, she felt satisfied for the first time that evening and continued to undress herself.
She stripped herself of the simple shirt, her black crown and finally she took off her now pink fingerless gloves after removing her pink leggings. Finally standing in the nude, Charmcaster had to admit that if she saw another article of pink clothing, it would be much too soon.
"Stupid Gwendolyn." Charmcaster muttered to herself as she went to open the bathroom door.
*POOF*
"What in the name of-!"
Once again she was fully dressed, but unlike her previous childish outfit, this ensemble was definitely more infantile in its entirety. The simple t-shirt returned but now it was adorned with frills on the short sleeves. Her black crown had transformed into a lavender colored bonnet and her pink leggings had vanished leaving her wearing a piece of matching booties. However, it was what covered her crotch that caused the white haired sorceress to scowl in anger: A thick, all white diaper!
Charmcaster quickly went for the disgusting thing, pulling at the tapes until the hold it had on her waist was no more. She let the diaper drop to the ground. Free from the much thicker garment, Charmcaster grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, allowing the bonnet to be pulled off with her shirt. She gazed down once more at her naked body and admired her manicured rectangle of hair above her sensual slit.
*POOF*
"What kind of spell is this?!"
The white haired sorceress asked the void. It seemed like it was some kind of time based incantation and she knew that time was against her. She hurriedly pulled at the tapes of the diaper, yanking it free from her now hairless pussy, and let it fall to the floor. Seconds after the diaper dropped, her lavender t-shirt joined it followed by the bonnet.
*POOF*
"This spell can't last forever!"
Defiant and angry, Charmcaster crossed her arms and went for the left tape with her right hand and vice versa with her right hand. Like a parlor magician she undid the locking adhesives and flung the now open diaper to the ground. Wasting no time, she went for her lavender colored baby shirt. The shirt wasn't even past her shoulders when the diaper poofed back into existence, embracing her bottom and womanly folds.
*POOF*
"Fine! I'll have to think of a way to beat this spell!"
Charmcaster ceased her struggles against her infantile wardrobe and crosses her arms, pouting. She caught herself pouting and paused for a moment, hoping to compose herself.
"Maybe my magic has returned to me? That brat's spell can't last all night!"
Unbeknownst to Charmcaster, those numerous articles of discarded baby clothing, now littering her room, contained remnants of Gwen's curse. Close to a half dozen diapers and t-shirts were scattered around her feet. All ticking time bombs in the magical sense. They were still very much enchanted and held a much more powerful magic than her own. Had the white haired sorceress known this, she may have decided to just deal with a night of being diapered, but the stubborn woman settled on using one of her strongest spells.
"Let's see how strong your magic is, Gwendolyn!"
Nothing.
For all that bluster and build up. Nothing happened to her diaper. However, to the unseen eye, her magic was being absorbed by the cursed diaper she was forced to wear. Her badge of shame was now supercharged and ready to wreak havoc!
Charmcaster stared at the massive pillow between her legs and could've sworn it was mocking her with its infantile art displayed just below the waistband. The pattern on the front of her diaper depicted twirling wands and shooting stars surrounded by auras of pink, purple and neon green energy.
"Arrrg! You've got to be kidding me!"
Seething in rage, she yanked on the wings of this even thicker diaper. It took a lot more effort to free herself from the humiliating absorbent underwear, but once both tapes were broken, she let it drop to the floor and this time she gave it a good kick to get it as far away from her as possible.
Charmcaster watched as her despised disposable diaper sailed through the air until smacked against the wall of her bedroom. Even though she knew a new diaper would magically materialize out of thin air and wrap itself around her groin in a second or two, she felt oddly satisfied with herself as she watched the diaper land on the ground.
That satisfaction was short lived….
*POOF*
"I'm a powerful, magical being! I'm not a baby!"
Charmcaster cried out as she attacked the bulging disposable with everything she had! She went for the tapes, but unlike before they wouldn't budge. She tried getting her fingernails underneath the tapes and ripping pulling them loose but that failed to work. She was sweating pretty badly from exertion when she noticed a faint yet ominous glow emanating from the other side of her room.
She could only watch as the diaper she had kicked only moments ago was sinking into the floor causing a small splotch of pastel to spread outwards from where the angrily discarded disposable became one with the floor. Her jaw dropped as the pastel purple energy grew brighter and was slowly consuming everything it touches as it spread out like a disease. Not wanting to be affected by the magic, she hopped up on a nearby chair.
Safe for the moment, Charncaster could only survey the strange alterations that were happening all around her as the once mature, white carpet was gradually being changed into something you'd see in a little girl's bedroom. If that wasn't bad enough, the magic creeping throughout her room wasn't satisfied with her carpet. It was starting to change her furniture too!
Charmcaster couldn't believe her eyes when the strange energy met her bed. The normal queen size mattress started to glow as the oak headboard stretched upwards, morphing into something akin to a mouth inhabited by dozens of sharp toothpicks. The headboard wrapped around the entire bed, leaving it surrounded by bars; Her bed was now a crib!
"Not my bed!"
As the slowly encroaching pastel energy neared her position, it overwhelmed her vanity, causing it to shine brightly and change shape. It sunk a few inches and grew longer as it changed into a more wider piece of furniture that had a mat like material on it's once wooden surface. It was becoming a changing table! A changing table topped with powders, spare diapers and even a few teddy bears were sitting on top of it.
The walls were changing too. The white walls were practically painting themselves as the energy washed over their surfaces, leaving behind a stylized banner of stars and wands along the roof complete with ABC filling in the gaps. The only thing worse than the new interior decorations was the overwhelming smell of baby powder that was growing thicker and thicker by the moment.
Charmcaster sat perched on the chair, knowing that she was literally trapped in the corner of her room as the magic was coming at her from all sides. She had just watched her paper waste basket grown two feet until it became a diaper pail with her name etched on it. To the right of her, she saw a quilted, pink diaper bag, with her name stenciled on it in big cutesy lavender letters. She should've known that this wicked magic wouldn't spare her bag, but seeing her once trusty magic bag morph into a diaper bag was still a shock to the diapered sorceress.
With only inches between her and the approaching magic, Charmcaster stood on her tiptoes, dreading what the magic would do to her as she watched the last of her mature room vanish. The surface of the chair she stood on started to glow, just like every other piece of furniture had done, but the diapered sorceress couldn't dare watch what was about to happen to herself and the chair so she clenched her eyes shut.
*POOF*
The soft thickness of her pillow like diaper broke her fall as she felt herself land on some kind of hard surface. Charmcaster opened her eyes and realized that she was sitting on an adult sized potty chair! The chair stood roughly twenty inches off of the ground, so her knees were bent and her diaper filled the bowl of the infantile chair. She was disgusted that her favorite chair had become a potty chair, but she couldn’t help but feel grateful that she was unchanged by the magic which had vanished. Charmcaster could feel some weird raised edges on her back and stood up to see just what was poking her. As she turned around and looked down at the potty chair, her face turned to a grimace when she saw her name stenciled on the back in big pink letters; 'Charmcaster's Potty.'
"Ugh, this can't get any worse…."
A muffled hissing noise pierced the quiet room causing the white haired sorceress to look down at her thickly diapered crotch.
"I can't believe that I forgot about-"
Suddenly, Charmcaster felt an unseen force scoop her up off the floor by her armpits. She was magically lifted away from her giant potty chair and laid out on the soft surface of the enormous changing table.
"Hey!" Charmcaster shouted. "Who's doing this?!"
The invisible energy snatched her by the ankles and raised her legs high into the air, forcing her to lay on her back. Naturally, this caused Charmcaster to shout angrily while she banged her fists into the padded mat.
“I swear I'm going to get you for this, Gwendolyn Tenny-"
*Nuk*
Charmcaster tried to talk around the big bulb of the pacifier that had lodged itself into her mouth, but everytime she tried to protest her current treatment, a loud suckle would echo throughout the nursery.
*Nuk*
*Nuk*
While Charmcaster was literally pacified, suckling on her Bezel Binky, an adult sized baby diaper flew out from underneath the fully stocked changing table and unfolded itself. The white hourglass shaped diaper hovered in place for a moment before it flew under Charmcaster's fussy bottom. In the blink of an eye, she found herself tightly taped into the new diaper.
However, this meant that she was now double diapered since the current wet diaper still remained in place, hugging her loins in a rapidly growing humid environment. As if the magic was adding insult to injury, a bottle of talcum powder rose up and started to shower the angry sorceress all over her tummy and diaper.
"MPPHH!"
The bottle of baby powder disappeared from the angry woman's sight, only to be replaced with a large plastic baby bottle. Charmcaster watched angrily as the bottle hovered in front of her face, but in the back of her mind, she was slightly glad that the pacifier was lodged in her mouth. Obviously, she couldn't be forced to drink the milk if her pacifier was in the way, right?
*POP*
With a simple pluck, her one defense against the large plastic teat floating in her face was removed, allowing the magic to shove the baby bottle into her mouth.
*UUGGH*
Charmcaster growled as the big bulbous nipple of the bottle filled her mouth full, forcing her tongue to be pinned down and making her drink. Immediately the sorceress felt the thick fluid fill her mouth. If it was only milk, maybe she could've tolerated it, but the first taste of the thick liquid was so horrible. It tasted like chalky baby formula!
Despite Charmcaster's attempts to turn her head away from her ethereal captor, the curse kept the bottle firmly wedged in her mouth, following her mouth, forcing her to drink the foul substance. Every muffled protest she made simply forced more of the warm baby formula down her throat, making it impossible for her to do anything but swallow it down to avoid choking.
Charmcaster felt so pathetic, so helpless being force fed like this. Her anger continued to build up as her once limitless confidence waned. She remembered that she had to keep cool and try to come up with a spell to overcome this bizarre curse, but that rational voice of reason was rapidly fading into the void as Charmcaster snapped, giving into her anger as another tantrum overwhelmed her.
She kicked at the air, pounding her fists against the padded top of the changing table. But the bottle stayed in place even with Charmcaster thrashing about on the surface of the changing table while shaking her head like a petulant two year old.
However, her rebellion was short lived as all of her energy quickly depleted; she was spent. The bottle feeding resumed, Charmcaster couldn't do anything, but finish her disgusting bottle of thick formula.
After about five minutes of feeding the invisible forces of the curse pulled out the nipple from her mouth and scooped up Charmcaster from underneath her armpits. She found herself held in place, just dangling in the air. Needless to say, Charmcaster was confused. Why wasn't she moving? Why was she just floating here?
A simple patting sensation started to fall on her back. The rhythmic tapping felt oddly satisfying to the tired and upset woman as a pressure started to build up in her chest.
"What are you-"
*BUUURRPPP*
"But of course…" Charmcaster muttered to herself.
The curse returned her Bezel Binky to her mouth, silencing anymore comments from her, save for a muffled groan of defiance. With her pacified, the curse carried her over to the giant crib. While dangling in the air, Charmcaster mustered what energy she had regained from laying on the table and tried to break free by blindly kicked at the unseen power that was manipulating her like she was it's plaything, but it was no use, it simply slapped at her padded ass before depositing her within the crib like she was nothing more than a doll.
With an annoyed grunt, the silver haired sorceress tried to spit out her pacifier and, to her surprise, she actually succeeded. This simple act did much to boost her fragile emotions. If she could spit the pacifier out, maybe the curse was losing strength? Maybe she could finally rip this stupid diaper off!
Charmcaster reached out to her dusty, powdered diaper and grabbed at the waistband of her plastic prison. With one tug, the disposable seemed to loosen, giving Charmcaster something to smile about. It wasn't exactly coming off, but it was moving. As she continued to struggle with the top of her adult sized pamper, her hands brushed against the slick surface of the adhesive tapes which secured the diaper to her waist.
"Yeah, I forgot about the tapes!" Charmcaster said to herself, feeling rather stupid that she had forgotten about them.
The silver haired sorceress dug her fingernails underneath the edge of the tapes, slowly but surely ripping the top of the tapes free from the adhesive which held it together. It took some effort, but the right tape finally broke free allowing Charmcaster to turn her attention to the left tape. After a brief battle, the left tape came off, releasing Charmcaster from the outermost layer of her double diaper and exposing the first diaper to her. The sight of the yellow tinged disposable diaper which had been hidden beneath the diaper she had just ripped off did nothing to deter her from celebrating.
"Yes!" Charmcaster shouted. "I'm free!"
*POOF*
And just like that, a new diaper appeared over the wet diaper, sealing her fate and smashing her remaining confidence into oblivion.
"NOOOO!" Charmcaster cried out.
"MEET AM BIG GURL! ME NO NEED DIAPEE!"
"WAAAAHHHHHH!"
The curse did it's best to soothe the mentally broken twenty year old by dangling plastic keys over her head. This did nothing to calm her down, if anything it merely served to anger her even more. She laid her body back, head leaned back into her pillow as she screamed towards the ceiling. Her thick diaper crinkling wildly as she slammed her heels into the soft mattress.
Finally, after another five minute tantrum, she burnt herself out and the curse forced her to accept her Bezel Binky. With a few suckles, the diminished sorceress accepted her fate and drifted off to dreamland.
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The young redhead entered her bedroom with a sigh. It had been a long night filled with peril and the incredibly close battle between her and Charmcaster was simply the cherry on top of the proverbial ice cream sundae.
"I really need to work on my curses."
Gwen stepped up to her bed with a yawn and proceeded to get undressed, removing her pants and then her shirt.
*POOF*
---The End---
Art by Liljdude. Art and story commissioned by Mephy and posted with his permission. Enjoy!
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Gwen Tennyson frowned behind her shield as her ponytail swished slightly due to the cold evening breeze which blew through the huge hole that Charmcaster had created from her latest attack. This chilly air nipped at her stocking covered legs. She definitely was grateful that she was wearing her dark blue sweater, but with winter approaching, she considered that it might be a good idea to switch from black stockings and her black mini skirt to something that would actually keep her warm during her fights with Charmcaster.
The silver haired woman did a spin and threw another spell back at Gwen, who blocked it once more.
"Yes!" Charmcaster shouted. "I can feel it!"
Charmcaster raised her arms up, a powerful magical ball in the palm of her hands "And now...I'll end you for good! Aswento eros selias!"
Gwen planted her feet firmly and held her energ shield, ready for her enemy's attack. She was quick to counter it away with her own spell.
"Arus felis nul!"
"You'll have to do better than that" Gwen shouted.
Charmcaster conjured up spell after spell, each one growing more powerful, but no matter how strong they were, Gwen always managed to deflect them.
The fiery young woman was growing slightly worried as the fight progressed. If Charmcaster kept this up, there was a possibility that she wouldn't be able to keep her nemesis at bay. With that in mind, Gwen quickly cast a spell of her own and shot it at the woman bathed in an aura of glowing fuchsia.
The two spells clashed and instantly nullified each other. Both women sighed, dissatisfied that their attack didn't finish the duel. The light created from the spells ceased to light the surrounding area and served as an unintentional signal to stop fighting. Instead, both women paused for a brief moment, opting to stare each other down.
Roughly ten seconds passed before the silver haired sorceress spoke up, addressing her arch nemesis; the fiery redhead named Gwendolyn. She stared down at the young woman with a smirk.
"What's the matter Gwendolyn? You seem to be a little hesitant today. Are you afraid that you'll be overwhelmed if you continue using your powers?"
Gwen narrowed her eye as she removed her shield. She did not like that remark and the piercing glare she shot at the white haired sorceress conveyed that fact more clearly than words ever could.
Charmcaster grinned, she loved getting this girl's goat and was loving the reaction Gwen gave her. "I know what your thinking, little girl. You're wondering how I've been able to keep raising my power during this fight, right?"
"It doesn't matter. I'll defeat you any day of the week!" Gwen shouted as her aura flared up.
The magic wielding half human hybrid launched another explosive spell and sent it at Charmcaster who simply defused it.
"I know what it is now." Charmcaster continued her observation like Gwen's latest attempt to finish the fight didn't even phase her. "I can tell that you're afraid. You're afraid that you're reaching your limit. Just give up already."
Gwen clenched her fists, her anger growing due to Charmcaster's petty insults. It didn't help that the woman continued to wear that sly grin on her face, as though she was mocking her without uttering a single word.
"Aww, What's the matter little Gwen? Are you getting angry?" Charncaster cooed. "Go on, release that anger inside you and see if it will be enough to destroy me!"
Gwen continued to tighten her grip as the power she harnessed, within her being, took the shape of two glowing purple orbs that appeared around each of her hands. The intense, pulsating magic matched the same glowing lavender that burned brightly in her eyes. She knew that couldn't take these insults for too much longer. That condescending tone that Charmcaster used on her pierced through her defenses better than any spell ever could.
"That's it!" Charmcaster cheered. "So what if you're going to lose control again? You do want your revenge against me right? Then give in and take me down if you can!"
Gwen steadied her mind, trying to drown out Charmcaster's annoying taunts. Her conscious was telling her that she was better than this. She knew that the consequences, whatever they may be, weren't worth it if she were to use her full powers at her true potential. Even if she did defeat Charmcaster her condition would only get worse and she want to risk losing everything over a petty grudge. With that thought in mind, The fiery redhead took a deep breath and her powers calmed down until the orbs vanished.
Charmcaster watched as Gwen ler her power die down and sighed. Her plan of getting Gwen to lose control had failed.
"I see…" The silvery haired sorceress spoke softly before turning on her condescending cooing. "So that's your decision, little Gwen? You want to try to defeat me without your powers?" Charmcaster asked with a chuckle.
"You're just a weak child, just like your cousin!"
That last remark made Gwen cring in disgust, but she knew better than to give in. For some reason, Charmcaster wanted her to give in, this she was sure. So, she maintained her calm demeanor and gazed up to her nemesis.
"You think I'm weak, huh? Well let me show you just how weak I am!"
Gwen brought the purple energy from within her body and manifested her powers into her hands. The purple orbs returned to her hands before Charmcaster could even blink and with lightning speed, Gwen threw each one of them at the demeaning woman.
With seconds to spare, Charmcaster jumped out of the way and avoided the incoming attacks, letting them hit a bookcase which had stood behind her before it exploded. The air filled with shredded pages that came from the ancient tomes once housed on that particular bookcase. While the remains of the magical books rained down around her, the young sorceress rolled out of the way and got up in a kneeling position. She rapidly sent out multiple hexes incantations at Gwen Tennyson.
Gwen quickly formed a shield and protected herself against the incoming barrage of hexes. Sighing as the hexes dissolved into nothingness, Gwen knew that she had to figure out a way to take Charmcaster down without using too much power. Seeing the raining pages of scholarly literature regarding spellcraft gave her an idea. 'If I can find a spell to limit or contain her powers, Charmcaster will have to give up!'
Charmcaster continued to rain down blast after blast of magical energy as Gwen deflected each onslaught while feverishly searching through numerous ripped and scorched pages. She knew that there had to be some kind of binding spell or anything to weaken her nemesis. "It has to be here somewhere!" Gwen muttered to herself
"Shifting through the remnants of forgotten knowledge won't save you now!" Charmcaster declared with a wild laugh as she resumed her assault, casting down a volley of fiercely charged explosive spells.
Each spell hit her shield, causing the poor young woman to use up more and more of her energy to keep herself defended. She was growing desperate as she tossed another scrap of paper away with her free hand. In the distance, she noticed a larger piece of paper, seemingly spared from the destruction of the bookcase and the ensuing magical fire fight. Gewn quickly did a somersault to avoid the last magical ball of energy and scooped up the page as she ducked behind another shelf of books.
"What's this?!"
Gwen exclaimed as she read the spell. One line did stand out to her in the vague description of the spell: "cursed cloth will forever have the properties of an infant", she didn't exactly have a lot of time to think about what the spell meant by that, but from Gwen's perspective, it most likely meant that the person wearing the cursed clothing would have a magic level of an infant's. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the top of the page had originally said "Cursed Cloth Will Be Turned Into An Infant's Smock" before it was sheared from the heat of the heat.
Thinking that she had found the perfect spell to stop Charmcaster, Gwen exclaimed, "this is exactly what I need!"
A loud explosion ripped through the bookcase Gwen had been hiding behind, exposing her to her nemesis.
"This is not the time for Hide and Seek, Gewndolyn." Charmcaster admonished. "Let's finish this!"
"My thoughts exactly, Charmcaster!" Gwen shouted and proceeded to repeat the curse she had literally just memorized.
"Some random spell won't save y-"
Charmcaster was stunned into silence when an all encompassing light sprang forth from Tennyson's hands. This absurdly bright light bathed the once magnificent library in white.
'How is this possible?!' Charmcaster wondered as she did everything in her power to block this bizarre attack which struck her.
A large shockwave emanated out from Charmcaster's position as she deflected the curse, dispersing it in all directions near her vicinity.
"Ahhhh!" Gwen cried out as she was caught in the blast.
The redhead ended up being thrown launched into the air from where she had cast the curse. She could only blink in disbelief as she soared through the air until she hit the main wall of the Library.
"Ugh…"
With a huff, Gwen sat up, rubbing her head lightly, she breathed out, "Okay, I really should remember not to cast random spells," She then blinked as Charmcaster hovered towards her.
"I have you right where I want you!" The silvery haired sorceress grinned as she raised her hand to cast a spell.
Gwen closed her eyes, ready to be finished off, but nothing happened. In fact, the last thing she expected to hear was Charmcaster complaining.
"I seem to have used up all my magic…"
Charmcaster admitted in an embarrassed tone as she begrudgingly left through a glowing purple portal.
Gwen couldn't believe her luck! The random curse she found must've worked!
To Be Continued...
Bulma smiled and flung the capsule gently to the ground. A big burst of smoke engulfed the teenager and the blue haired scientist. As the thick bank of haze dissipated, an average, all white high chair could be seen standing on the sidewalk. Gohan merely stared at it.
"Bulma, I seriously doubt that I can fit in that."
"Just wait." Bulma grinned and pulled out an identical copy of the ray gun that Chi Chi had been using over the past few weeks. With the pull of the trigger, a beam of transparent energy shot out and started to enlarge the infantile chair. Suddenly, another chair meant for a baby like Trunks could easily accommodate a teen of Gohan's build.
"Much better, right Gohan?" Bulma asked.
"I guess so." The boy replied, unsure if he wanted to be fed from a high chair by Bulma.
The blue haired scientist squatted down to his level. "Don't you wanna get some food in your belly? I know you're still hungry."
Gohan didn't want to answer, but a growl from his stomach did all the talking for him. The teenaged warrior turned his head away from Bulma's smiling gaze, not wanting her to see the prominent blush growing across his cheeks.
"What's for lunch?" The diapered boy asked as he looked away shyly.
Bulma looked at Gohan with an amused look. "See, I know how much you Saiyans can eat. Traveling with your father when I was a girl taught me that you guys can never get enough to eat."
As she remained squatting, Bulma reached out and ruffled the boy's meticulously cut bowl shaped hair. Finally, Gohan turned to see the smiling face of his family's oldest friend. She stood crouched at his eye level since he still sat on the grass, slightly tired from the copious amounts of breast milk he had just consumed. Still, his unquenchable hunger desired whatever pastes or blended baby goop she had waiting for him. Before Gohan could utter a word, Bulma had scooped the boy up from underneath his armpits and gently lifted him up, chuckling a little about how big he was for a baby as she carried him on her hip.
Gohan felt his face grow even warmer as Bulma joked. While carrying him the short distance to the chair. A brief transfer from the woman's hip and Gohan found her diapered butt sat down on to the hard plastic seat of the high chair. His feet wiggled lightly as he found his legs dangling in the air, a good foot off of the ground. It was this sensation of sitting so high off of the ground that reminded him of the many times, during the last nine months, where his mother would show him those embarrassing photos of his first babyhood. The proud mother would specifically gush and point to one photo in particular, out of all the others in the baby book, where his face was covered in carrot flavored baby food. If that wasn't bad enough, the orange slop was all over his hands and face, while his baby self wore a blissful, toothless smile.
While Gohan was remembering the picture that he would most likely end up resembling very soon, Bulma latched the tray in to place, locking the young teen into it. After that she made sure that the nylon strap was secured between Gohan's legs. The safety harness strap wasn't exactly needed or necessary but Bulma had fashioned it due to force of habit. She then went over to Gohan's diaper bag to see what the mountain mother had packed for her son's lunch.
Bulma bent down and rummaged through Gohan's diaper bag, passing up numerous pampers size five and baby toys until she came across a few packs of oatmeal. She pulled out several packages and a bowl. Next she poured a packet of the instant oats into a plastic bowl and mixed them with a miraculous invention of hers: self heating of water. After about thirty seconds, the oatmeal was warm and being stirred by the scientifically inclined mother.
Gohan sat patiently, waiting fir Bulma to return as the bulk of his oversized Pamper pressed into his crotch thanks to the safety strap. Still, it was better than when his mother would make him sit in his baby bouncer swing and just bounce around a half hour. Not much could compare to that experience.
After a what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes, Bulma returned. She stood in front of the young teen holding a bowl of warm mushy oatmeal in her hand along with a spoon.
"Now, I know that you're quite a big boy, Gohan." Bulma stated, causing the teen to blush once again. "But I don't know exactly how big you are. Would you prefer to feed yourself or maybe I should feed you until you're nice and full?"
Once again, Gohan shyly looked away, not wanting to make eye contact as he replied. He told himself that bulma obviously wanted to feed him, as if that would make things any less embarrassing.
"I don't mind if you feed me." Gohan answered.
Bulma grinned as Gohan stated that he wanted to be fed. The fact that the boy had chosen to be fed like a baby, after she had given him the opportunity to eat like a big boy, made Bulma very happy. It told her that despite all of his blushes and glances to the side, that he really wanted this treatment. Although Bulma wasn't trained in the psychological arts, she had known Gohan all of his life, and could tell by how he acted, by how long he had "helped" his mother prepare for the arrival of his baby brother, that he obviously desired the tender love and affection that only a baby could receive.
Bulma sat the warm bowl of oatmeal on the tray and pulled out small vial containing sugar. She knew from her own son's fussing that some little ones didn't like the taste of plain oatmeal, so she swirled in some sugar to make it sweet for Gohan to enjoy. She scooped up a hearty spoonful of the oatmeal and swirled the spoon around in front of him, all the while making plane noises.
"Can Gohan open up the hanger? The plane wants to come in." Bulma cooed.
Gohan happily complied, opening his mouth and accepted the mushy oat flavored paste. He could taste the hint of sugar that added a bit of sweetness to what would've been an otherwise bland and unappetizing meal. Each bite was just as enjoyable as the last as the teen sat in the high chair. Gohan could feel a light breeze blowing through the park that grazed across his legs as they dangled off the seat of the high chair. It reminded him that Bulma hadn't put a bib on his chest and Gohan didn't think she needed to do, but he did admit that wearing something other than just his thick teen sized Pampers would've been nice.
Despite the summer time gusts of gentle wind, the boy had to admit that such a feeding was nice. The way Bulma took her time and made sure not to get the food everywhere, like his mother, hsd a habit of doing, made him feel so good and nurtured. Ultimately, he didn't mind Chi Chi trying to recreate that picture from his photo album, but there was something about a simple bowl of oatmeal being given to him in a simple manner. No on purpose misses or gooey chunks of baby food draped across his chest. Although, he could kind of understood why Chi Chi would make him into such a mess, there was something about just being fed without being turned into an abstract art piece.
Bulma giggled, enjoying how the teen seated in the oversized high chair in front of her, gobbled down every spoonful of oatmeal that he could get his mouth on. She was instantly reminded of Goku and, even her husband Vegeta. It amused her how such mighty and powerfully warriors could eat like children when food was placed in front of them. Still, she had to commend Gohan for being such a clean eater, his father and her husband could learn a thing iron two from him, she mused.
An empty spoon broke the boy out of his idyllic trance. The food was gone, but he actually did feel pretty full, satisfied with the baby food that he was given. It was a more matures meal than the prunes or other baby food that Chi Chi typically fed him when he was sucking down formula or at her breast.
"That's all there is." Bulma held up the bowl, showing Gohan its empty surface.
"That's okay, Bulma. I'm feeling previous full." Gohan replied with a smile.
Suddenly a shadow feel over the two and Gohan looked skyward.
An eight foot tall reptile of a man stood hovering over Bulma and Gohan, snickering down at the boy sat in the plastic high chair.
"Seeking a world to plunder, I came here to pillage, but then I ss-sensed a rather decent power coming from this-ss vicinity, but alas-ss it is only an oversized baby." The bizarre bald alien declared loudly, laughing heartily by the scene he saw down below.
Gohan instantly freed himself from his high chair and stood up. The odd alien not only kept laughing, but almost fell from the sky due to how much he was overcome by the absurdity of Gohan's sense of bravado. It took a moment for the young Saiyan to realize that he was standing in nothing but his huge, bulky disposable diaper which caused him to blush. He suddenly brought down his hands to shield the shimmering plastic cover of his Pampers from being seen.
Sensing that Gohan was very embarrassing and self conscious due to her diaper he was wearing, Bulma spoke to the boy that was standing atop the high chair.
"I have something that you can fight in!"
"I'm not wearing a onesie." Govan replied dryly.
"Don't be silly." Bulma stated firmly.
The blue haired scientist pulled out another capsule. She chucked it to the ground, causing a huge plume of smoke to billow out from the tiny capsule. Once the smoke had settled, and unexpected sight met the young warrior's eyes: a full suit of Saiyan Battle Armor! It reminded Gohan of the armor he wore years ago on Namek.
"Thank you, Bulma!" Gohan grinned, picking up the stretchy material and stepping into the hole between the dark yellow shoulder mounts. He yanked the one size fits all armor into place, admiring how it fit him like a glove. However, he couldn't help but notice how his bulky diaper stood out like a sore thumb, jutting out from his crotch like he was wearing twenty pairs of underwear.
"Umm, Bulma?" Gohan blushed.
"It looks fine, Gohan." Bulma answered, already knowing what the boy was going to ask.
"Okay, but why do you even have a pair of Vegeta's armor?"
"Because he always used to complain about how he goes through armor. I started to make him copies of it and, even since the first clone of his outfit, he told me to carry a spare in case he needed one." Bulma explained. "Now, what are you waiting for? Go kick that green clown's butt!"
"You're right. Thanks for the armor!" Gohan nodded and shot up into the air.
The Lizard Man stopped laughing, he was slightly taken aback by how quick the diapered wannabe warrior appeared before him. One moment he had been babbling with that blue haired woman and then he just appeared in front of him. Looking the kid over, he felt his confidence grow, being renewed once more.
"I'll admit, you're fast, kid. But you're not going to last in a fight with me."
Gohan stood stoically, observing the lizard like creature. The alien wore a large black cloak over the majority of his body. A tail could be seen swirling around behind the garment. Without warning, the lizard ripped off the cloak and repealed his ripped physique: scale covered abdominal muscles, sculpted from a lifetime of training lined his midsection. He literally had an eight pack beneath his pecs.
"I can tell that you don’t respect the discipline exuded by my perfectly formed muscles-ss." The egotistical Lizard hissed. "What else ss-should I have expected from a kid who hasn't mastered the art of using a toilet?"
"You want to talk all day or are we going to fight?" Gohan scowled.
The Lizard Man instantaneously came at Gohan, landing a crippling sucker punch to the boy's stomach, causing him to wrap his arms around his midsection. The alien had stuck the boy so hard, he could feel all the baby food he had eaten during the last hour erupt into the back of his Pampers.
"I think the baby ss-shat himself." The cocky Lizard announced while Gohan was doubled over in pain.
"You there" The green, muscular alien pointed down to Bulma once he finished laughing. "You better change him. He's-ss stinking up my new domain!"
A thunderous roar overwhelmed both Bulma and the alien as Gohan powered up. The boy was not only annoyed with this boastful meathead, but he was pissed off by the fact that he allowed such a stupid alien to land a cheap shot. As his Kai grew, Gohan could see that the once bragging lizard man was silenced as the boy embraced his anger.
The alien knew that he had to do something now or he'd be defeated by a diaper wearing teenager! He leapt out at the boy, launching a powerful kick, but it was so telegraphed that Gohan easily dodged the pathetic attempt.
The buff Lizard Man had missed his kick, hurling himself past the boy due to his momentum. Despite the velocity of his attempted attack, he still caught himself. However, in the blink of an eye, Gohan had already spun around, raising his hand up.
"I'm giving you just a taste of my strenght!" The boy yelled, as a blue blast of energy flared from his open palm, enveloping the fiendish warrior from space.
A crisp, slightly burnt Lizard Man stood floating in the sky, caught off guard by Gohan's display of raw power.
"I concede." He hissed and flew back towards the endless void of space.
Gohan watched the fallen fighter flee from the city, happy that he could not only protect his mother and Bulma, but the entire planet from that foolish alien's attempt at invading Earth. He slowly descended back down to the park, regaining his footing on terra firma.
As soon as he had landed, Chi Chi quickly ran over to her son and hugged him as tight as she could. While she held Gohan close, tellingly him all manner of things that were both a mixture of praise and admonishments, the boy felt the back of his diaper shuffle about, full of poop from when the Lizard Man had suckered punched him in the gut.
"Umm-," Gohan muttered, interrupting his mother. "Can you please change my diaper?
Chi Chi nodded and said that she had to get him undressed so she could get to his icky poopy diaper. She put both of her hands on his shoulders, getting a grip on the inner lining of where the stretchy material ended around her son's neck. Gently, she started to pull the spandex like armor downwards, eventually exposing her son's bloated pamper.
Gohan could only blush as he was told to lift one leg followed by the other. After stepping out of his Saiyan gear, the teen was back to being naked save for the heavy disposable which hung from his hips.
"Here." Chi Chi handed the armor over to Bulma who folded it up and deposited it into her purse.
"Okay, sweetheart, we're going to lay you down, but mommy is going to be careful and not squish your diapee when I get you onto the ground, sound good?"
Gohan could only blush, nodding in agreement as he noticed that Bulma had stepped away to grab Trunks from the stroller.
"One. Two. Three."
Chi Chi counted down before she swooped Gohan off of his feet, holding him in her arms for a moment, cradling him briefly until she lowered him onto his back. She took care to keep his bottom and legs up, as to not press his backside against the cement.
Gohan could never get used to being picked up and man handled in such a maternal and caring manner. Sure, he was being carried to and from his nursery for the last week or so, always lifted up and sat into his high chair and taken from it. However, it was just so odd for him to think about the strength his dainty looking mother wielded.
Once he was lowered out on the sidewalk, Gohan noticed that Bulma had stepped up behind where Chi Chi was kneeling in front of him. The blue haired scientist, holding Trunks against her bosom, smiled and cooed down at Gohan.
"Who's a powerful baby?" Bulma stated in that singsong voice that all mothers use when talking to an infant.
Chi Chi couldn't resist joining in, adding "Who's the world strongest baby?"
Gohan could only blush and look away, embarrassed by this tag team of maternal baby talking.
"Is it Gohan?" Bulma asked.
"Yes, it is!" Chi Chi replied.
"Hims is our powerful pampered warrior!" Bulma smiled.
"Oh yes he is!"
Chi Chi beamed as she ripped the tapes of Gohan's blown out diaper. Slowly, she lifted her boy's legs, peeling back the putrid poop filled pamper. She noticed her son's facial expression go from blushing to a grimace. No matter how many dirty diapers she had changed, Chi Chi knew that he hated the messy ones, especially ones this bad. Had he pooped his diaper on the long trip home, it would've surely leaked, ruining the carseat Bulma allowed Gohan to use.
"It's okay, my poor boy has a case of icky tum-tums, huh? Yes, that's it, isn't it? Mommy is going to have to give you a bath when we get home. Oh, yes she is!"
"We'll have to do this again another time then." Bulma thought out loud, knowing that once Gohan was changed, Chi Chi would most likely take him straight home.
"That would be nice." Chi Chi replies as she pulled out a few wet wipes.
No matter how much the boy tried to ready himself, the sheer coldness of the wet wipes always surprised him. It was such an odd feeling, his mother's hand, running the slick wipes across his butt. It always caused him to shiver slightly. Needless to say, Gohan was always happy when he was deemed clean and taped into a fresh pamper.
Without warning, Gohan felt his mother's lips touch his small belly before she blew out his skin, producing a loud, wet raspberry. Although this wasn't entirely a new thing for Gohan, he had never expected her to start blowing kisses onto his stomach in public while Bulma was watching. Gohan struggled not to laugh, the kisses tickled him to his core as Bulma started up again.
"He's certainly a ticklish baby."
"Aww, who's my ticklish widdle baby?!"
Chi Chi asked rhetorically and then pressed her lips to Gohan's stomach.
*BRRRRAAPPTTT*
Another loud raspberry was blown causing the diapered boy to squirm and giggle out loud. It didn't take long until he pissed his pampers from the onslaught of kisses.
"Looks like our little warrior had another accident." Bulma stated in mock surprise.
"And I'm all out of diapers." Chi Chi replied. "I better get him home, don't want him getting a rash."
And with that, the wonderful lunch time get together was over. Gohan found himself strapped into his carseat by his mother. Before she closed the door, he was kissed by Bulma on his forehead.
"Thanks for saving the day. I don't know what we would have done without you!" Bulma smiled and also thanked Chi Chi for raising such a good boy.
With their goodbyes said, Chi Chi got into the driver's seat of her flying car and flew home with her precious baby boy.
