SCP-7421: Diaper Slug

Item #: SCP–7421

Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP–7421, upon retrieval, are to be immediately contained in a 2x2x2 padded container for transport to Site-██. SCP–7421 must be contained within a fully filled and watertight saltwater fish tank constructed of tempered glass no less than 3/4 of an inch thickness within a padded cell room. The entrance to the Containment Area must be guarded by no less than (two) 2 personnel with clearance of Level 2 or higher. Both guards are to be equipped each with a personal large tank model water blaster filled with a saltwater solution in event of potential Breach.

Description:
SCP–7421 corresponds to a species of gastropod of current unknown origin. SCP–7321 outwardly resembles a typical adult sized absorbent garment, more commonly known as a diaper, and possesses no visible eyes or appendages that would cause it to be mistaken as anything other than an absorbent garment. Dissection of a SCP–7421 instance has revealed that despite its slug-like classification the creature is closer to an amoeba in design, with no internal organs other than a large Water Bladder contained within its porous plastic like shell.

SCP–7421 seems to subsist entirely off the waste products produced by other species such as urine and fecal matter, attaching itself to the general region where a host species will produce such waste products to collect. Strangely, no sighting of SCP–7421 producing any waste product of its own has ever been observed, leading to theories by Foundation researchers that SCP–7421 may somehow use these waste products to maintain its physical form, though testing has proven inconclusive as of now.

In order to entice a potential host to come near it, SCP–7421 is able to produce a strong pheromone into the surrounding area that acts as a potent relaxing agent that temps a host to wander closer. Testing performed with D-Class Subjects have reported afterwords that the pheromone seems to resemble the scent of lavender mixed with the smell of talcum powder, invoking calming memories of childhood in subjects, even memories previously thought deep-seated.

Once the host has wandered within a suitable distance, SCP–7421 will then pounce onto the pacified host, typically crawling up a host’s leg to reach the waste production region of the body. Clothes have proven to be useless in preventing SCP–7421 from reaching its intended destination, as not only does its structure allow SCP–7421 to squeeze through thin gaps ranging little more than few millimetres, but SCP–7421 has also been observed producing a solvent solution capable of eating through most garments while leaving living organic matter unharmed. Attempts to collect a sample of this solution for further testing have thus far proven unsuccessful.

Upon reaching the intended area, SCP-7421 will then attach itself to the host, using appendages that resemble diaper tapes to tightly tape itself onto the host. Any attempts made to remove SCP–7421 after this moment by either physical or chemical means have been largely unsuccessful thus far, as SCP–7421 had been determined to produce a natural epoxy at this point that has tremendous tensile strength. Once attached, SCP–7421 will then coat the affected area in an unknown substance that is quickly absorbed into the skin and has similar properties to the previously mentioned pheromone while also being an incredibly potent muscle relaxant, rendering the host virtually incontinent for a lengthy duration. Even after SCP–7421 has removed itself from the host, D-Class subjects have reported suffering from lingering daily and nightly incontinence for some time afterwards proportional to the time spent exposed to SCP–7421, raging in length from a few days to even a few weeks, though permanent incontinence has yet to be observed at this time.

Should the affected host, classified at this stage as SCP–7421–A, make any attempts to remove SCP–7421 through physical means such as cutting, slicing, or tearing SCP–7421 from its body, SCP–7421 will defend itself by injecting SCP–7421–A with a neurological agent that severely affects the mental state of SCP–7421–A, reducing them to a toddler or even infantile mindset until SCP–7421 has sufficiently fed off SCP–7421–A, though no laster aftereffects have been observed from this defensive mechanism. Once SCP–7421 has sufficiently fed, it will then detach itself from SCP–7421–A and attempt to crawl away to another location.

At this time, there have been determined to be only three (3) known methods to remove SCP-7421 from an affected host. The first method of removal is to simply allow SCP–7421 to finish feeding on its own, as it will then detach itself from SCP–7421–A of its own accord.

The second method is to completely submerge SCP–7421 in a large enough body of water, such as a swimming pool, lake, or even a typical bathtub. This will result in SCP–7421 uncontrollably engorging itself with water and becoming too heavy to continue maintaining its grip on SCP–7421–A, resulting in SCP–7421 losing its hold and detaching itself from unwillingly from SCP–7421–A.

The final method, and the recommended one by Foundation researchers, is to apply a saltwater solution to the outer shell of SCP–7421, which it will then absorb into itself through its outer shell. This solution has proven to result in SCP–7421 entering an almost hibernative state, allowing one to simply remove SCP–7421 through other physical means without triggering SCP–7421’s defensive mechanism.

Currently, three (3) known sub-species of SCP–7421 have been discovered, designated as SCP–7421–1 through 3, and can be distinguished both by the colour of their outer shell and by their slightly differentiating hunting and feeding habits.

SCP–7421–1 is typically all white in colour, though some specimen have been observed with colourful and sometimes infantile markings to further lend to their seemingly benign disguise. SCP–7421–1 has shown no noticeable preference for potential hosts, targeting male and females alike with average frequency.

SCP–7421–2 is typically a bright (and often times garish) shade of pink in colour, occasionally possessing markings resembling fairies, unicorns, bunnies, or other feminine iconography. Unlike SCP–7421–1, SCP–7421–2 has shown a clear preference towards male subjects, targeting male D-Class personnel over female personal in 95% of all tests. Why this is has yet to be determined, as it has also been reported that any instance of SCP–7421–A affected by SCP–7421’s neurological agent will act in a more “feminine” nature, such as favouring dolls to play with even when presented with more male targeted toys such as trucks.

SCP–7421–3 is typically all blue in colour, allowing it to blend in almost seamlessly among large bodies of water undetected. Unlike the other two recorded subspecies of SCP–7421, SCP–7421–3 possesses a watertight outer shell, making it unaffected by two (2) of the three (3) known methods of removal and making it the hardest of the three subspecies to contain. SCP–7421–3 appears to lack the pheromone possessed by other SCP–7421 subspecies, instead preferring to target unsuspecting swimmers in the general area.

Currently, the initial source of SCP–7421 has yet to be determined, and all attempts to track instances of SCP–7421 with GPS chips have proven unsuccessful.

Recovery Log: SCP–7421 was first brought to the Foundation’s attention on ██/██/20██ in the town of ██████, after numerous reports were made over a several day period regarding multiple citizens being attacked by an “unknown animal” that had left them with lingering incontinence. Investigation into the reports resulted in a team of Foundation personnel being sent, wherein they were able to witness an attack from SCP–7421 in progress minutes after arrival. Class B Amnestics were administered to all affected parties, and all instances of SCP–7421 were taken into Foundation custody.

A Familiar Scene

The scene is a familiar one. You find yourself standing at the front of a classroom, giving an oral report on nothing in particular. The crowd are all a faceless mass of shapes, but you continue to give your report like nothing’s wrong.

Except something is very wrong. You don’t notice it at first, too caught up in giving your report, but the further you get through it the more and more you notice until you pause and glance down. To your horror you’re not wearing any pants, but instead of your usual boxer briefs you’re wearing a very large diaper around your waist. You blush in embarrassment and horror, but strangely enough no one else seems to even notice that you’re standing in front of them in nothing but a shirt and a diaper.

The teacher asks if something is wrong, and you quickly stutter an excuse before going back to your report, trying desperately to get through it as quickly as possible. However, just as you reach the end, you feel a sudden warmth begin to spread around your crotch. In horror you look down to see the white plastic of your diaper swiftly turn a bright yellow.

Now everyone seems to finally notice your diapered state, erupting into laughter as you helplessly wet yourself in front of them. You try desperately to cover up your shame with your hands, but it’s a futile effort as the diaper continues to expand more and more. You shut your eyes, wishing that you could just disappear and…

The scene is a familiar one. You find yourself on stage, performing a ballerina routine before a captivated audience as you prance to and froth. The crowd are all a faceless mass of shapes, but you continue to perform like nothing’s wrong.

As you continue to perform, you begin to notice something unusual about your outfit. Namely that you are clearly wearing a large diaper below your tutu, your tights having vanished entirely. Despite the bulk managing to slightly push your legs apart, you still dance around the stage with grace and fluidity, uncaring that your diaper is on display for the entire audience as you bend over to give them a clear view of your padded behind.

As you nimbly prance around, you feel a warmth around your crotch as your matching pink diaper begins to sag as you helplessly wet yourself. However, you are far too focused on your performance to care as you wet yourself, the audience acting like this is just another part of the show. If one final leap, you land daintily onto your toes, ending your performance to a standing ovation from the crowd. You give a bow and…

The scene is a familiar one. You find yourself in a nursery, happily playing with toys on the plush flooring while a crowd of stuffed animals watch. You feel happy and content, like nothing is wrong as you continue to play with your toys. You are wearing nothing but a short shirt and a large diaper, but that’s normal. Babies like you don’t need to wear pants, it makes checking your diaper so much easier.

Speaking of your diaper, you pause momentarily as you feel a warmth around your crotch, glancing down to find the prints on your diaper starting to vanish as you helplessly wet yourself. But that’s also normal for a baby like you, so you just laugh and continue playing without a care in the world. You don’t even notice as your caregiver sneaks up behind you until they stick a finger in the legging of your diaper and loudly pronounce you as wet and pick you up off the floor like you weigh nothing at all.

You whine and complain as you are carried to the changing table, wanting to continue playing but your caregiver is adamant about changing you into a fresh diaper before you get a rash.

As she lays you down onto the changing table, she tickles your exposed belly, smiling as you giggle and wiggle about. Reaching over, she grabs one of your diaper’s tapes and rips it open before reaching for another one and…

You awaken in your bed, the memory of your dream slowly beginning to fade from your mind. You groggily roll over to glance at your clock, moaning as you discover that it is still several hours from when you need to get up for work. Since you’re awake though, you pull back the covers to reveal the large diaper you’re wearing and reach a hand down to squeeze it.

The squishy feeling of your diaper brings a smile to your face as you declare yourself as wet, having wet yourself in your sleep yet again, just like you wanted. In the morning you would add another sticker to the Unpotty Training chart on your wall, but for you’re simply content with rolling over and going back to sleep, a warmth of your diaper making you feel content as you drift off to dreamland once more.

Don’t Look At The Moon!

An incessant beeping sound rudely awoke you from your slumber. Not even bothering to open your eyes, you reach out from the warmth of your covers and slam your hand down onto the snooze button of your alarm clock.

The beeping continues regardless.

Opening your eyes this time, you groggily glare up at your alarm clock, the neon numbers displaying 3:00 AM across its face. Growing more and more annoyed with each beep and ping, you throw off the covers and glance around the darkness of your room in hopes of locating the source of the noise and going right back to sleep. 

You find it almost immediately: your phone lying on the table across the room. Grumbling, you reluctantly get out of bed and drag yourself over to your phone to answer the question of who in the hell is messaging you at three in the morning? 

Before you even unlock your phone, a news report is stretched across the screen, proclaiming in bright red letters, “DON’T LOOK AT THE MOON!” In the back of your mind, you vaguely recall another news report from a few days prior, saying that tonight was the night that the moon would be part of some kind of spacial alignment or some other science mumbo jumbo that only happened once every thousand years or so. They hadn’t said anything at the time about not looking directly at the moon, so why now? Was it like looking at the sun during an eclipse, and you’d go blind?

Apparently not, cause as you unlock your phone you’re flabbergasted to find your inbox bursting at the seams, as text after text poured in one after another, some from people you had forgotten you even had the number of still. Scrolling through a few of them, you find that pretty much all of them say the exact same thing:

“It’s a beautiful night out tonight. Look outside, you won’t regret it.”

The hairs on the back of your neck raise a little at the eeriness of so many people messaging you out of the blue to look at the moon, but you admit to being a tad curious as well. It is a once in a lifetime event, so it couldn’t hurt to just get a quick glance at the moon, right? What’s the worst that could happen, after all?

As you approach your window, you can already see a bright beam of moonlight shining through, which only fuels your curiosity even more. Undoing the lock on your window, you throw it open and gaze up at the moon.

At first, nothing seems to happen. It’s just the moon, afterall, you’ve seen it many times already. However, as you look a bit longer, you slowly find your attention being drawn towards it, noticing that appears much brighter and spectacular than ever before, almost like a glittering diamond hanging in the night sky. You can’t help but stare in awe, completely captivated by the astral body as a beam of moonlight washes over you, a slight tingling sensation coming over you.

As you stare in awe at the dazzling moon, your hand slowly raises up seemingly of its own accord as you randomly pop your thumb in your mouth and begin to suck it. A calming feeling washes over you as you suckle more and more, wondering not why you were randomly sucking your thumb, but rather why you had never started before?

So enthralled by the new experience of sucking your thumb, you also fail to notice as your clothes began to change like magic. The plain pyjama pants you wore to bed suddenly turned into something far more childish, little images of happy Care Bears dancing across them. Your shirt began to follow suit as your pants and shirt began to merge into a what appeared to be a sleeper, complete with a crotch flap for easy changes.

As to what would be changed quickly became known as your underwear ballooned outward beneath your sleeper, stretching the fabric around your bottom as it struggled to contain the still expanding mass of the diaper forming around your behind. In mere moments, you stood there wearing what appeared to be a baby’s sleeper, a very obvious diaper bulge in the back.

You notice none of this, however, still staring wide-eyed up at the moon. So captivated by it, you also don’t notice as a strange gurgling feeling suddenly appears in your tummy, your knees involuntarily bending as you stuck your rear out and pushed, filling the seat of your new diaper like the toddler you were dressed as. Your legs shook for a moment before you plopped down onto your diapered rear, feeling your mess squish against your bottom.

Finally snapping out your stupor, you suddenly became aware of a new sensation: how good you felt right now. Sitting there in a messy diaper was like nothing you had ever felt before, an almost euphoric sensation even. As you continued to sit there, sucking away at your thumb and squishing your behind more and more against your messy diapers, you became overcome by a all-encompassing desire that dominated your entire being.

You had to tell people about this. They had to let everyone know that they needed to look at the moon so they experience this revolutionary new sensation for themselves. But you couldn’t just tell them what would happen if they did, that would ruin the surprise! You needed to be a bit more indirect.

Crawling over to your phone, you scoop it up and quickly write out a text to send to everyone on your contact list. Writing with one hand proved far more difficult than you first expected, as your other hand was still currently in use with your thumb firmly planted between your lips.

As you hit the send button, you feel your diaper front grow warm as you uncontrollably wet yourself, adding yet more new sensations to the rapidly growing list. Without the moon to distract you, you began to notice that everything around you seemed to be getting bigger, almost like… Looking down at yourself, you discover that everything else wasn’t getting bigger, you were getting smaller! You start to panic for a moment, before your mind seems to haze over, your diaper becoming wetter and wetter as you find it harder and harder to think. By the time you finally stop wetting yourself, you’re no bigger than an infant, your clothes and diaper having shrunk to fit you as well as you cried and wailed for mommy to come change you. 

A soothing melody calms you down as you glance over at the still open window to find a figure standing there. Seemingly made out of pure moonlight, the figure resembles a tall, longed haired woman in a flowing dress, though the biggest difference is that her face is completely devoid of a mouth or eyes. Instead of feeling terrified, however, the sight of the faceless woman fills you with warmth and joy, as you reach out your hands and giggle.

Walking up to you, the faceless woman picks you up and cradles you lovingly in her arms. Though she has no mouth, you can still hear her speak to you, telling you how much she loves you and about how she’s going to take you away to a magical place where you’ll never have to grow up into an icky adult and where you can play and have fun with all the other babies there forever. You smile as you snuggle more into this woman’s… no, Mommy’s warm embrace, feeling your eyes start to grow heavy as rays of moonlight begin to wrap around you. Before you drift off to sleep, you catch a glimpse of your phone lying at the woman’s feet, just barely able to make out the words on the screen despite your dwindling ability to read.

“It’s a beautiful night out tonight. Look outside, you won’t regret it.”        

The Sissy Moon

“Goin’ out for a smoke, be back in a minute…” Ben stumbled out the back door into the alley behind the Drunken Bastard, the fresh smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. Even from outside, he could still hear the hooting and hollering from over a dozen patrons still inside, all in various states of inebriation. Happy Hour was in full swing after all, which was as good a reason as any to celebrate.
 

Grabbing a pack of smokes from his jean pocket, Ben lit one up and took a puff before exhaling a cloud of white smoke, sighing as the nicotine shot into his brain. “Ahhh… That’s what I needed…”

“My my, what do we have here?”

“AH!” Ben yelped, dropping his cigarette at his feet. “Jesus man, you nearly gave me a—” Ben froze the moment he caught sight of the man who had startled him. Or, he assumed it was a man at least…

Even as drunk as he was, Ben couldn’t believe the sight of the frilly pink sundress the man was wearing, the skirt barely long enough to reach past his crotch. Not that it would have mattered anyway, given the massive pink diaper on display below it, making it look more like he was wearing a pillow around his waist with how thick it was. A bright pink bow was tied to the back of his hair, and Ben swore he was wearing fake eyelashes as well as eye shadow on his face. He was also wearing a pacifier around his neck, the wet bulb glinting in the light of the full moon.  

“What… the…” Was all Ben could muster as he stared wide eyed them.

The man giggled, batting his eyelashes at Ben’s reaction. “Oh, how adorable! You’re just the person I was looking for!”

Still in a state of shock, Ben replied, “Perfect for what? To give you directions back to whatever freaky costume party you’re off to?”

The man giggled again, licking his lips as he eyed Ben up and down. “Oh, you look so tasty…”

“Uh… sorry to break it too you, buddy, but my door doesn’t swing that wa—MMFF!” Faster than lightning, the man shortened the distance between them and pressed his lips against Ben’s. Wrapping his arms tightly around him to hold him in place, he slid his tongue deeper into Ben’s mouth as he pressed his diapered crotch into Ben’s.

For a brief moment, Ben was horrified and disgusted, before a euphoric feeling seemed to pass over him, better than any high he had ever experienced before. His eyelids fluttered as his member stiffened, pressing it against the thick padding of the other man’s diaper.

RRRIIIPPP!

Suddenly, Ben’s pants split wide open as his boxers magically transformed into a diaper as pink and as thick as the man’s he was currently locked lips with, ballooning out from the torn remains of his pants. They didn’t go to waste, however, as they seemed to merge with his shirt to form a short pink sundress, the skirt little more than a scrap of fabric as his diaper continued to thicken. His hair seemed to lengthen, tying itself up into a ponytail with a bright pink hair tie. Finally, a pacifier on a string dangled down from around Ben’s neck.

Within the plastic confines of his new diaper, Ben’s erection was still going strong, holding him in a perpetual state of giddy bliss.

After several seconds, the other man finally broke the kiss, stepping back to admire his newest recruit.

Ben glanced down at himself, pulling up the hem of his dress to glance down at his diaper, poking the several inch thick padding and giggling at the crinkle it produced. “I’m… so… PINK!”

“That you are, my newest Werebaby.” The man said with a grin, savouring the lingering taste of Ben on his lips.

Ben tilted his head in confusion. “Werebaby?”

“That’s right, a Weresissy to be exact.” Popping the pacifier in Ben’s mouth, he patted the top of the newest Weresissy’s head, grinning as he suckled his pacifier like a good sissy. “I’m the pack leader, Mikey, and our job is to make more people into big, pink and horny Weresissy’s like us.”

“More?” Ben asked beneath his pacifier, his eyes lighting up and his erection throbbing at the prospect of more sissies like him.

“That’s right. And the best way to do that is…”

Back inside, one of Ben’s drinking buddy, Tony, set his glass onto the bar counter before unsteadily getting his feet. “Have to take a piss, nobody better touch my drink while I’m gone.”

“Don’t fall in again!” The bartender called out, getting a double middle finger salute in return as Tony stumbled towards the Men’s room. Strolling over to the nearest urinal, he unzipped his fly and went about his business.

“Tee heee…”

Tony glanced up at the sudden noise, glancing around the bathroom briefly. Shrugging his shoulders, he muttered, “Must be hearing things…” as he went back to taking a leak.

“Teee heee heee…”

“Hey!” Tony called out, whipping his head around the room. “Somebody else in here?” When nobody replied, he quickly finished and zipped his fly back up, making his way towards the exit.

“Tee hee teee heee!”

“Alright, that’s it!” Tony yelled, stopping towards the nearest stall and kicking it open. “Who here’ thinks they can mess with me?” He called out; his anger fuelled by one too many glasses of Jack Daniels.

“Oh, Tony? Over here…”

Stomping over to the last stall, Tony cracked his knuckles in preparation. “Right, I hope you’re ready for a fight, cause you’ve done fu—“

“Surprise!”

Before Tony could finish his threat, he was bowled over by a pink streak, flopping back onto the wet bathroom floor as he felt a weight press against his chest. Glancing up, he had to blink to make sure he wasn’t imagining the sight of somebody in a dress sitting up on his chest. “The hell are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a sissy!” He proudly proclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

Even drunk as a skunk, Tony recognized their voice. “B—Ben!? That you?”

“Yep! And I’ve got something special to show you!” While still keeping Tony pinned, Ben spun around to give Tony the perfect view of his diapered behind. On the back of his massive diaper were several words, written in a much darker pink lettering:

BIG SISSIES MAKE BIG POOPIES!

Before Tony could even yell out, Ben pressed his diaper into Tony’s face. With a grunt, he unloaded into his diaper, his diapered behind sagging against Tony’s face. Ben moaned in sheer ecstasy as he mushed his messy diaper around, waiting for the inevitable moment when Tony would have to take a breath.   

Unable to stop himself, Tony breathed in the foul scent of Ben’s fresh mess.

RRRIIIPPP!

Like Ben before, Tony’s pants split against the force of his underwear ballooning out into a big pink diaper, pushing his butt several inches off the ground as it thickened more and more. His shirt became a hot pink sundress with a short skirt and lacy frills on the shoulders and sleeves, and his previously thick moustache vanished completely into his face.

After a moment, Ben finally pulled himself off of Tony, hopping for joy at the sight of Tony. “Yay! You a Sissy now too!”

Tony smiled too, reaching his hand up to rub his throbbing erection. However, no matter how hard he pushed or rubbed, his diaper was far too thick for him to even feel his manhood beneath the layer of padding, let alone rub himself to climax. “Grr… Can’t… jerk!” He whined, wailing like a baby who wanted its bottle. He was silenced when his new pacifier was popped into his mouth, gurgling as he happily sucked.

“Of course not, silly!” Ben chided the fresh Sissy. “Why would you want to do that when there’s a much better way! All you have to do is turn somebody into a Sissy like us and then BAM! Best. Orgasm. Ever.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Tony replied as she climbed to his feet, now stumbling not from alcohol but from the thickness of his diaper pushing his legs apart. “I know just the person too!”

Meanwhile, Danny lay slumped over at his booth, sighing as he stared across the room at the prettiest girl he had ever seen before. Wearing a red cocktail dress, she had been sitting alone at a booth for the last fifteen minutes, glancing back and forth at the door as if expecting someone.  Danny wanted to walk right up to her and ask her out, but he knew full well that he didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of hooking up with her anyway. Such was the story of his life, turned down by every girl he had ever tried to ask out, doomed to forever be single.

The buzzing of his phone shook him from his depression, pulling it out of his pocket to see a text from Ben. Hey, Danni! Could you come to the bathroom and help me? Tony fell in again. <3!

Danny should have been immediately suspicious of the little heart at the end of Ben’s text, or the fact that his name had been spelled with and “I”, but he was just drunk enough to not really care. Groaning, he got up and dragged himself towards the bathroom, hoping to get back to his drink as soon as possible.

“Alright, where is h—Hey!”  The moment Danny stepped through the door, he was ambushed by Ben and Tony, the bathroom filled with their giggles and the crinkling and squishing of their diapers as they wrestled Danny to the ground. Before he could cry out for help, Tony crouched down and pressed his diaper into Danny’s face, the words “WIDE LOAD!” written on the seat of his diaper.

“Here it comes!” Tony said, grunting as he relieved a mess into his diaper. His dick throbbed in his diaper as he rubbed it in Danny’s face, moaning loudly as his brain was flooded with euphoria.

RRRIIIPPP!

Danny’s track pants split wide open as a thick pink diaper formed around his waist, his clothes quickly morphing into a sissy sundress like the others.

“You a Sissy now like us!” Tony cheered as he climbed off of Danny. “Aren’t you happy?”

Danny just sighed as he sat up, a frown on his face. “I guess…” he muttered glumly.

“What’s wrong, Danni?” Ben asked the newest Weresissy.

“Where… there’s this girl…”

“A girl? Ewww!” Both Ben and Tony stuck their tongues out and gagged. “Girls have stupid cooties!”

“I know, but I thought she was really pretty and I wanted to talk to her… but I was too scared.”

“Well, now that you’re a Weresissy like us, there shouldn’t be any reason to scared now, right?” Ben replied, grinning. “Just go in there and ask talk to her. And if that fails, just show her your diaper! That’s sure to work!”

Suddenly filled with new confidence, Danni wobbled to his feet and grinned. “Yeah, you’re right!” Popping his pacifier into his mouth, Danni turned around and waddled back to the bar, crinkling all the way.

Melissa sighed, taking a sip of her drink as she glanced at the door for the hundredth time. This was supposed to have been a girl’s night out with her and her two best girlfriends, Elaine and Megan, except the two of them were running late. “Where in the hell are those two? If they’re not here in the next five minutes, then I’m leav—”  

“Hi!”

Nearly dropping her drink in fright, Melissa turned towards the voice, staring at the weird man wearing a pink sundress as he sat down next her. “The hell do you want, weirdo?”  

“I’m Danni, and I think you’re really pretty!” He replied, crinkling as bounced up and down on his padded behind. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Eww! No!” Melissa cried, scowling at the still grinning man. “Get lost, you freak!”

Danni’s smile vanished at the harsh rebuke, sniffling like he was about to start crying. Remembering Ben’s advice though, he got on his knees and turned around, proudly presenting his thick diaper to Melissa, with the words, “KISS ME BABY!” written across the butt.

“What th—Oomph!” Melissa was silenced as her lips pressed up against the plastic padding on Danni’s diaper, before the smell of passed gas filled her nostrils as Danni pushed a mess into his diaper, grunting loudly. Beneath her dress, her panties ballooned out into a thick pink diaper with little hearts on it. Her dress faded from red to pink as it transformed into a pink, shortskirted sundress and her hair tied itself up into pigtails.

After a moment, Danni pulled away, a bright red lipstick mark on the seat of his diaper. “Did you like that?” He asked, giggling as he turned back around, moaning as he sat down as his loaded diaper.

Melissa giggled, licking her lips seductively as she gazed at the diapered sissy. “That I did, you little Sissy…” Crawling over to him, she smiled as she ran a finger down his chin. “Time for me to return the favour…” Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his, before pushing her new boyfriend down, lying on top of him as they made out. Raising her diapered butt in the air, she moaned as she messed her diaper, her diaper declaring to the entire world that was a “COOTIE-POO!”

“We’re here!” came the voice of Melissa’s friend Megan as her and Elaine walked through the door. “Sorry we’re late, traffic was a bitch. You still here, Melissa?”

Breaking the kiss, Melissa glanced up at her friends, grinning at the thought of turning them into a big Werebaby like her. “Hey, Danni… I know exactly how to spent our first date…”   

It wasn’t long before the entire bar was reduced from a room of surly alcoholics to a room of thick, messy diaper wearing werebabies, drinking warm milk from bottles as they usedtheir diapers without a care, giggling and laughing in a sea of never ending pleasure.

Mikey surveyed his good work from outside, grinning at the sight of his pack of Weresissies frolicking inside. “Another night, another pack of Sissies.”

“Ahem!”

Turning around, Mikey smirked at the woman standing before him. Like him she was dressed in a thick diaper and a short skirted sundress, but her diaper was a bland white color with little ducks across the front and her sundress was a canary yellow instead of pink. Her hair was also done up in pigtails and she sucked on her pacifier as she glared at the Werebaby Alpha.

“Oh, hello, Kimberly,” Mikey greeted insincerely at his fellow Werebaby Alpha.

“It’s Kim, you big doo-doo head!” She cried, her pacifier slurring her words slightly. “And I thought I told you to piss off, this is my turf!”

“The only ‘pissing’ I’m going to do is in my diaper. Speaking of which…” Sighing, his diaper sagged slightly in the front as he soaked it with a full bladder. Grunting, he farted loudly as he loaded his diapers with a fresh mess. “Ahh… been holding that in all night.”

“Oh yeah? Grrr….” BLART! Kim’s diaper sagged as she filled them too, placing her hand on her saggy behind and rubbing the mess up against her. “Oh… that feels good…” she moaned, a line of drool running down her chin. After taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of her full diaper, Kim returned to glaring at the big sissy. “There’s only room in this town for one Werebaby pack and it’s mine!” 

“Oh really? Care to put your pacifier where your mouth is?” Mikey taunted back. “How about a little contest then? A week from today we meet somewhere and see who can make the most Werebabies by midnight. Winner gets to claim this city as their own and the loser—“

“Loser has to have their diaper changed!” Kim yelled, making Mikey flinch back in shock. To a Werebaby, their diaper was the very source of their power, so to change their diaper was to strip them of their power. Even worse, another Werebaby could then wear their diaper, making them even stronger to the point of becoming an Alpha.

“What?! Are you crazy? I would never—“

“What’s the matter, Michael?” Kim sneered, “Is the big Sissy scared he’ll lose to little old me?”

“I’m not scared of anything!” Mikey pouted, stomping his foot in anger. “You are so on!”

“Diaper swear!” Turning around, two mushed their messy diapers together, sealing the deal with an ancient and unbreakable Werebaby ritual. Like his pack of Weresissies, Mikey’s diaper had “Smelly Boss Sissy!” written across his diaper.

“May the best Werebaby win!”

It’s Baby Time!

Come on… come on… just say it already! The young woman chastised herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, an act she had been doing for the last ten minutes as she desperately tried to force herself to say the “magic words” that would free her from her worry, if only for a little bit.

Abigail, or Abby for short, was a straight A student, graduating with honors as valedictorian, currently attending college on a scholarship. However, you wouldn’t know it by her current attire, dressed in a baby blue onesie with a ruffled skirt around the waist that did absolutely nothing to hide the pronounced bulk of the diaper she was wearing underneath it all. Her long brown hair had been done up into pigtails and a pacifier dangled on a string from her neck, completing the look of an overgrown toddler rather than the intelligent young woman she really was.

All of which had been Abby’s goal all along. For while she was very smart, she also tended to become a neurotic mess when stressed, which was becoming more and more frequent as she got older. By total accident while scrolling online, Abby had discovered the world of Adult Babies and had latched onto the idea of regressing to a simpler time, one when she didn’t have to worry about essays, or dissertations, or any of the stresses of her adult life, if even for a short time. However, while this method had done wonders to elevate her stress levels, there was still always this nagging worry in the back of her mind that had sullied the experience for her and made her longe for the true Adult Baby experience.

Like she always did when she encountered a problem needing to be solved, Abby had thrown herself into research, eventually finding a potential solution to this issue: hypnosis. Despite the more fantastical fabrications of hypnosis in media, there still was a factual basis in mentally training oneself into a more desirable state fully within their control, one which Abby fully intended to use to her advantage, commissioning for herself a hypnosis tape that would finally let her live out her dreams to the fullest.

The wait had been truly agonizing, but eventually the tape had arrived. Abby had made sure to commit the instructions to memory, listening to the tape every night for a week before she had finally worked up the courage to attempt a trial run. Diapering herself up, Abby had stood infront of her mirror for almost an hour before she had finally been able to mutter the trigger phrase:

“It’s Baby Time… It’s Baby Time… It’s Baby Time.” That was it, three times like in the movie Beetlejuice, and everything had changed. Like magic, Abby had fallen onto her padded rear as her mind regressed back to a more infantile mindset like she had always wanted. For the next hour Abby had been in heaven as she crawled around her apartment, played with toys and even used her diaper without a care in the world. All her memories and mental capacities were still present, just taking a short backseat to the more babyish mindset and once the hour had been up Abby had immediately reverted back to her old self with full memories of her time spent as a carefree baby, happier than she could ever remember feeling and eager to do it again the following week.

This was actually her third time trying this, and still her nerves betrayed her as she continued to second guess her preparations. She had made sure to install childproof locks onto all the cupboards and drawers, triple checked that anything dangerous was well out of her reach, and had even gone as far to buy and set up an adult sized playpen that took up a large chunk of her apartment, ensuring that she had a safe area to play in. Sitting in that very playpen, she glared at the mirror on her living room table as she tried to will herself to take that last step once more.

Taking a deep breath, she did her best to push everything else out of her mind as she worked her mouth. “It’s Baby Time…” That’s once. “It’s… Baby Time…” That’s twice, come on, Abby! You’re almost there! “It’s… Baby… Time!”

Like flicking a switch, Abby’s eyes lost some of their intelligence as the hypnosis worked its magic, drool beginning to drip down her chin as her mouth babbled away unintelligently. The regressed Abby wasted little time in getting on her hands and knees and crawling across the padded floor of her playpen, her poofy behind wiggling behind her as she inched closer and closer towards her toys scattered around her. Suddenly, Abby stopped, as she realized that something was missing, but her infantile mind was having trouble grasping just what that was.

Your pacifier! Came a voice from the back of Abby’s mind. Your pacifier!

Hearing this voice, Abby looked around for a moment before glancing down and spotting her pacifier dangling from around her neck, giggling and cooing as she grabbed it and popped it into her mouth, suckling away at it like it was the most normal and natural thing in the world. With her Paci now located, Abby continued her journey over to her toys, grabbing a few lettered blocks and beginning to stack them up one after the other. Occasionally, usually by accident, she would manage to form a simple word from the blocks, but she was far more focused on simply stacking them up and knocking them back down again, giggling to herself every time like it was the funniest thing in the world to her.

Once the blocks finally became boring, Abby switched to the stacking rings, and then to just cuddling her stuffed Build-A-Bear as she rolled around on her back, giggling and cooing ever more as she waved the stuffed animal over her head. In the middle of all this, the urge to relieve herself briefly made itself known, but Abby barely registered the sensation before it transitioned into the new sensation of her diaper growing warm beneath her as she freely wet herself. Life for the moment was just one happy moment after another for Abby, and she was enjoying every moment of it as a week’s worth of stress and worry just melted away.

About forty or so minutes into her Baby Time, however, there was a knock at the door. Abby was far too engrossed in her play to even notice it, not even when the lock turned and the door began to open.

“Abby? You here?” Erica called out as she stepped into Abby’s apartment. She knew it was rude to just waltz into her best friend’s apartment like this, but Abby had trusted her with a key to her place for this very reason, so when she had been unable to reach Abby after multiple attempts she had decided to check for herself. As she closed the door behind her, her eyes were immediately drawn to the colourful playpen in the middle of the room. “Huh, what’s that doing he–“ Erica’s eyes went wide upon seeing who it was occupying the oversized playpen, running over and peering inside. “A–Abby!?”

Hearing her name, Abby stopped playing for a moment as she looked up at the strange woman towering over her. A spark of recognition flashed in her eyes upon seeing the familiar woman, babbling out “Recra!” as she made to reach out for the woman. Finally, someone new to play with her.

Erica was at complete loss for words as she took in the sight of her best friend since childhood dressed like an oversized infant and playing with toys in a massive playpen. “… Haha, you really got me, Abby. Good one…” Erica replied, expecting Abby to snap back to normal now that the “joke” had played itself out, but Abby did none of that, continuing to babble and coo at her friend. “I’m serious, Abby, enough is enou–“

Erica froze as she watched a strange look come over Abby’s face for a moment before the regressed girl began to grunt and push, her face turning bright red as she took on a look that Erica had seen many times from babysitting her infant nieces and nephews. “Abby, you’re not going to–“

Her answer came in a loud release of gas from Abby’s bottom before the diaper, which Erica had only just now noticed, beneath her onesie began to balloon outward as it began to fill up. If there was any doubt in Erica’s mind what she had just witnessed, it was instantly dispelled by the telltale odor of a very messy diaper that wafted up to her nose.

Stepping back, Erica just stared as Abby just continued to play, not caring in the slightest that she had just messed herself right before her best friend’s shocked eyes. Worry began to fill Erica’s mind as she desperately tried to make sense of this strange and outlandish scenario she had suddenly found herself in. Had Abby finally snapped under the pressure? Should she call someone? What should she do?

Breathing for a moment, Erica did her best to try and rationalize the situation. This whole set up with the playpen, onesie, and even the diaper seemed much too planned out for a sudden bout of madness, and a glance around the apartment revealed that childproof locks had been set up ahead of time, revealing a hint of premeditation and forethought involved. Stepping into the kitchen, Erica quickly noticed an empty bottle sitting on the counter, a note pinned beneath it. Picking up the note, she recognized Abby’s meticulous handwriting as she read.

To whoever reads this, this must mean that you’ve found out about my little secret. Please, don’t panic, the method I used to do this is only temporary and will automatically undo itself after an hour has passed. If you must get an explanation now, all you have to do is say “It’s Grown Up Time” three times and I’ll immediately revert back to normal.

I know you must have a million questions right now, and I don’t blame you, and I will explain as to the best of my abilities why I have done this, but the short version is that this to me is a form of relaxation and/or therapy to me, a way to help relieve the stresses of daily life. Please, I beg you not to judge me too hard for this, and I’m sure we can work out some kind of understanding between us eventually.

Signed, Abigail.

P.S. If it’s not too much trouble, could you perhaps give me a change while you’re here? Pretty please? I’ll probably need one before the time is up.

“Typical Abby…” Erica chuckled to herself upon reading the note. While she did have many questions, she was relieved that Abby had found a means of relaxing and distressing that suited her, often telling the overachiever that she was for too high strung for her own good. Judging by the blissful state she had seen her in just moments before, this method seemed to be working too, and Erica felt bad about ending it prematurely right now. “She did say it would end in an hour, so I have some time…”

Smiling, Erica walked back over to the playpen and peered inside again, gazing down at Abby as the diapered girl continued to play without a care in the world, even while wearing a very messy diaper. “She did ask nicely, so what kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t willing to help?” Leaning down, Erica ticked Abby’s belly, resulting in a cacophony of laughter to spill forth from the regressed Abby. “Does Abby want her diapee changed? Would she like that?”

Only getting more giggles in response, Erica quickly spotted a diaper bag sitting nearby. Picking it up, she carefully stepped into the playpen and couched down over the oblivious Abby. Well versed in the ways of changing diapers, Erica carefully unsnapped the buttons on Abby’s onesie, awning at the adorable prints scattered across her diaper even in its used state. Undoing the tapes, Erica braced herself as she opened up the diaper and the smell of the fresh mess wafted into the air, quickly pulling the diaper out from under Abby and rolling it into a ball to be thrown away in a bit. Pulling out a container of wipes from the back, Erica went to work on cleaning Abby’s bottom, the could wipe prompting Abby to coo even more as it tickled her skin.

One quick application of baby oil and powder later, and Erica unfolded a fresh diaper to slide under Abby’s bottom and tape her securely into to. During the whole ordeal, Erica couldn’t help but think on how surreal this whole thing was as she changed her genius friend into a clean diaper. Still, Erica had always been a mothering type, and seeing Abby in such a way was bringing out her maternal side in full force. “There, all comfy and safe in your new diapeee! Does the baby like that?”

“Wike! Wike!” Abby babbled happily from behind her pacifier.

“Now, you stay right here while I go get you a reward…” Picking up the used diaper, Erica stepped into the kitchen and disposed of it into the trash bin. After washing her hands, she scooped up the baby bottle still sitting on the counter and filled it up with milk from the fridge. A few seconds in the microwave, and Erica returned to Abby with a warm bottle of milk in her hand. “Bottle time!” She declared as she stepped back into the playpen and sat down. Pulling her regressed friend over to her and positioning her so she was seated comfortably in her lap, Erica popped the pacifier free from Abby’s mouth. The regressed young woman looked on the verge of tears at the loss of their beloved Paci, but it was quickly forgotten as the nib of a bottle replaced it, their suckling now earning them warm milk in return.

“You know, I don’t know if you can understand me right now, Abby…” Erica began to say as she continued to bottle feed her friend, “… but I’m really enjoying this new side of you, and I wouldn’t mind getting a chance to help you experience this again. What do you say, would you like it if I became your new ‘Mommy’ for a bit?”

As her belly filled with warm milk, Abby’s regressed mind seemed to register the word “Mommy”, sighing happily as she shifted closer into Erica’s lap.

The new caregiver just smiled as she continued to feed her best friend, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time she would get the chance to do so.

Frienemies

“Ahhh… What a wonderful day for a run,” Melanie said to herself as she took in the scent of fresh summer air. Despite being summer, the temperature had finally hit that perfect midpoint between not hot enough to feel like you were baking in an oven, but not cold enough that you needed to bring along a sweater. Course, an experienced runner like Melanie usually didn’t care about the weather, having run through scorching heat, freezing cold and snow, rain, and even a hail storm in the past, the refreshing weather just meant less prep to deal with before she could finally head out.

Already Melanie had run just about a mile and a half and she barely felt winded, still having plenty of distance to cover. So far her path had lead her to the local park, where groups of people were also out enjoying the beautiful day. The only reason she had stopped at all was to grab her water bottle from her bag and take a quick gulp of water. Hydration was important for a runner, afterall, and Melanie knew that experiencing dehydration during a run once had been one time too many, so she always made sure to take frequent hydration breaks.

Sure, drinking so much water had let to a little… issue at first, but Melanie had found a quick and easy solution to that little problem a long time ago, one carefully hidden beneath her running shorts. She was also wearing a loose fitting tank top that did a wonderful job of showing off her well fit body to any passersby, her long blond hair done up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way while she ran. Many times Melanie had been informed by others that she could have easily gotten into modelling with her kind of physique, but running had and would always be her number one passion.

As Melanie put her lips to her water bottle for another sip, she was blindsided by someone bolting right by her, followed by a cry of “On your left!”

Melanie scowled as she caught sight of the woman who had so brazenly run passed her. Even from behind, there was no mistaking that bright auburn hair tied back into a ponytail. She had just been passed by Abigail Forrest, an new up and comer in the marathon scene who had already started making a name for herself. Despite barely knowing each other, a rivalry had formed between her and Abigail after several races spent trading positions back and forth and pushing themselves to pass each other.

Even though this wasn’t a race, Melanie’s pride refused to allow Abigail to pass her uncontested, so after stashing her water bottle back into her bag, Melanie broke into a sprint and took off like a rocket, intent on catching up with her rival and paying her back in full.

It took almost no time at all for Melanie to a catch up to her rival, a grin spreading across her lips as she sped up and yelled, “On your left!” as she raced past Abigail. Glancing over her shoulder, Melanie felt a sense of satisfaction as she took in the confused look on Abigail’s face at being overtaken so easily. Her satisfaction was short-lived however, as Abigail’s expression changed to one of determination as she too increased her pace with the intent of catching up, prompting Melanie to do the same.

Around and around the park the path took them, the pair never far apart from one another as they fought to gain the advantage over the other. Melanie could already feel her muscles starting to tire, her breathing growing slightly more laboured with each passing moment. Normally Melanie would have slowed down to catch her breath, but right now that wasn’t an option for her, as slowing down for even a second would be conceding to Abigail that she was better than her, and Melanie wasn’t about to let that happen. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Abigail was also beginning to noticeably tire out, so all she had to do was outlast her long enough before leaving her in the dust.

However, as the pair rounded a small duck pond, a mother with a stroller suddenly appeared in their path. With only seconds to avoid a potentially messy collision, both runners tried to swerve our of the way to avoid running through the mom and her child.

Several things all happened at once. As Abigail swerved, she accidentally bumped her shoulder against Melanie’s, enough so to cause her to stumble slightly. As Melanie stumbled, her heel caught onto a loose stone, resulting in her losing her footing for a moment. Unfortunately for Melanie, she had been running as close to the inside of the pathway as she could at the time, meaning when she stumbled she lost her footing completely and, with zero time to recover, Melanie tumbled over and fell ass first into the duck pond with a large SPLASH!

Skidding to a halt, Abigail rushed over to her rival to see if she was okay. Luckily the duck pond wasn’t too deep, so the water only went high enough that Melanie was still mostly above water, though her feet and behind were both fully submerged. Still, the large spray of water had resulted in her still being wet from head to toe, her soaked shirt clinging to her body while strands of wet hair dangled over her face. Several ducks had already swam over to examine the large object that had suddenly invaded their pond.

“Oh my gosh!” Abigail exclaimed as she ran into the duck pond and held out her hand to Melanie. “Are you alright?”

Instead of taking the offered hand, however, Melanie scowled as she slapped Abigail’s hand away as she pulled herself up to her feet. “You did that on purpose!” She yelled as she reached up to ring the water out of her hair.

“I… I’m sorry…” Abigail squeaked out, turning her head as she mumbled, “It was an accident…”

“Ha! Yeah right! Like you expect me to believe that.” Pointing a finger at Abigail, she walked up to her and poked the girl hard in the chest. “You think you’re all that, don’t you? Thinking you’re better than everyone just because you managed to win a few races?”

“Wha… No!” Abigail replied. “I don’t think that at all!”

“Don’t lie… to…” Melanie trailed off as she became aware of a weight in her shorts, her anger changing into embarrassment as she felt her face grow warm, the sensation of so many eyes on her increasing as as she felt the weight threaten to drag her shorts down with it. Grabbing the waistband of her shorts to keep them from slipping, Melanie whipped her head around until she saw her bag sitting next to her in the water, scooping it up and racing off without a word.

While everyone else who witnessed the incident just brushed it off and decided to get on with their day, Abigail just stood there, her eyes drawn to Melanie as she raced off. Or, to be more specific, the noticeable bulge in the back of her shorts. “Could she…”

***

“No… no, no, no!” Melanie muttered as she looked herself over. After running over to a large collection of trees she could hide behind, Melanie had quickly checked to make sure she hadn’t injured herself in her fall. Once that was done and she found nothing amiss, she turned her attention to the main issue plaguing her. Pulling down her soaked shorts to her knees, Melanie was now able to fully take in the soaking wet diaper she was wearing.

By complete accident, Melanie had found that diapers had been the perfect solution to the problems that came with drinking as much water as she did, mostly needing to either make frequent trips to the bathroom or hold in her bladder, both of which had significantly cut into her running time. Wearing diapers designed for fitness, however, had made a noticeable improvement on her total time, resulting in her wearing one every time she went out for a run.

Only now it had transformed into a huge problem. Despite not being very absorbent, the diaper had still sucked up enough pond water from her unexpected dip into the pond that it was now completely soaked, the tapes threatening to rip off at any moment. To make matters even worse, most of the stuff in her bag had also ended up soaked, including the spare diaper she had packed just in case she needed a change, meaning her possible options where dwindling more and more. Right now her only real option was to dispose of both diapers and go commando, but with her shorts so wet already… she didn’t even want to think about that!

“What do I do? What do I…”

“Melanie?”

Melanie froze, her eyes widening with fright as she desperately tried to pull her shorts up and over her diaper before Abigail stepped into view.

“Melanie? Are you…” Abigail stopped as she took in Melanie’s trembling form, her eyes quickly gravitating towards the clearly visible diaper the other girl was wearing.

Melanie felt like she was about to break out into tears, but she wasn’t about to give Abigail the satisfaction of seeing her cry despite how pathetic she looked. “Well? Go ahead, laugh. I know you want to, so just get it over with and leave me alone…”

Unexpectedly, a warm and caring smile spread across Abigail’s face as she shook her head, reaching a hand into her own bag slung over her shoulder for a moment. “I figured you might need… this.”

Melanie just stared, her mouth dropping open as Abigail pulled a fresh diaper from her bag and held it out to her rival. Her mind a whirlwind of questions, Melanie eventually asked, “Wh-Why do you have…?”

Barely missing a beat, Abigail stuck a finger in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down just enough for Melanie to clearly see the diaper she was wearing. “Did you think you were the only one?” She said as she held out the spare diaper again to Melanie. “It’s my fault you got all wet like that, so the least I can do is give you something dry to change into.”

Melanie scanned Abigail’s face for even the slightest hint of deception, but found nothing but genuine concern for the other girl. A ball of shame began to form in the pit of her stomach at how harshly she had treated the other girl before. With a shaky hand, Melanie gracious took the diaper from Abigail and clutched it close to her chest. “Th-thanks…”

“No problem. Did you want me to…” Making a twirling motion with her hand, the still blushing Melanie nodded her head. Turning her back to the other girl, Abigail added, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch while you change.”

Melanie just stood there for a moment, unsure if she was dreaming or not. Taking a deep breath, Melanie noticed that the diaper she was holding was slightly different than the white medical ones she usually wore. While this one was also designed for allowing ease of movement and thin enough to hide underneath clothes, Melanie could still see a pattern of rainbow coloured blocks across its plastic surface. While looking up diapers online, Melanie had stumbled across a page made for people who actually enjoyed wearing and using diapers in their spare time rather than needing to wear them, calling themselves Diaper Lovers. Could… Could Abigail be one of them?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud ripping sound, her attention turning again to her current soaked diaper as she saw that one of the tapes had finally popped free, with the others just moments from coming loose themselves. With little time to spare, Melanie reached down and yanked the tapes free, her diaper dropping like a stone onto the ground with a wet plop. Melanie’s blush only increased as she felt like every sound she made was being broadcast through a loudspeaker as she unfolded the fresh diaper and positioned it so she could tape it up while standing. Despite having started wearing diapers a while ago, Melanie was still a novice when it came to putting on diapers, so she just barely managed to get it on while while still standing up.

“Ok, I’m done,” Melanie finally said, prompting Abigail to turn back around and look down at the job she had done.

Abigail was clearly not please, shaking her head as she muttered, “What a mess… Here, let me help.” Without even waiting for a reply, Abigail hunched down and began to readjust the tapes on Melanie’s diaper, causing the girl to let out a squeak of embarrassment from the contact.

“Do you… do you like this stuff?” Melanie felt herself asking, anything to distract herself from the fact that someone was currently eye level with her crotch.

“Sometimes,” Abigail replied as she readjusted another tape. “Helps me to relax when I’ve needed them for as long as I can remember.”

“Oh…” Melanie replied quietly.

“There, all done,” Abigail said after a moment. Now satisfied, Abigail turned around and began to walk away. “I should get out of your hair now.”

“Wa–Wait!” Melanie suddenly called out, causing Abigail to stop in her tracks and look at the girl in surprise. “I’m… I’m sorry about yelling at you before. I can… I can get a little competitive sometimes when it comes to running, especially when it’s someone who can keep up with me like you can. You didn’t have to do all this for me, but I’m grateful for all the help.”

“No problem. You’re a pretty amazing runner yourself. Actually…” Reaching into her bag again, Abigail pulled out a notepad and a pen, scribbled something down on it before ripping off a slip of paper and handing it to Melanie. “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“My phone number. If you ever want to challenge me to a run or just hang out and talk, just give me a call. Well, see ya!” With that Abigail took off, leaving Melanie alone with only her thoughts once more.

Pulling up her shorts, Melanie glanced down at the phone number in her hand. She had always seen Abigail as her rival, and while that hadn’t changed, could she… could she also maybe become her friend?