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Altered Reality 2

To most sentient beings, the concept of “reality” is widely believed to be a constant, unchanging force, defining the very rules and laws the universe must abide by. Up is up, blue is blue, water is wet, and so on. This belief is what provides most people with a sort of unspoken foundation for how the world worked, offering a comforting notion that these same rules could never be altered, changed, or rewritten.

However, those same people would be horrified to learn then that the fabric of reality is not so set in stone as they were first lead to believe, but a constant rippling force that could change at a moment’s whim, radically altering the way these rules became enforced. Though the vast majority would never know who or what had altered these rules, this same people would neither care not notice a change in their reality, going about their day with the same assurance that things were how they were supposed to be and had always been. In rare cases, individuals might experience a nagging feeling that something was amiss. Usually such changes are relatively minor anyway and go without being noticed even by those aware something has changed, but other times the effects of these “Ripples” can be far more pronounced.

On this day, one such Ripple passed over the planet Earth, though the effects of this ripple were only felt by a small group of people across the globe, most of which were barely aware that their very concept of reality had changed at all.

Take one Darcie Griffith, for instance. On this particular day, this smart woman was busy studying to pass the bar exam that would finally allow her to start practicing law. Darcie had spent years working her way through law school, with dreams of becoming an appointed judge one day.

As she scanned through her law textbook, she was unaware as a Ripple passed over her. It only lasted a fraction of a second, but by the time it was over Darcie and everything in her apartment had been changed. Not that Darcie was aware of any changes having taken place.

Now, the once aspiring lawyer giggled to herself as she sat on a playmat on the floor, doodling silly drawings with coloured markers onto pieces of paper on the floor. The v-neck sweater she had been wearing before had changed a plaid t-shirt, one that did nothing to hide the thick diaper that had replaced her panties and jeans.

Sitting up, Darcie glanced down at her diaper, seemingly deep in through for a moment before she picked up one of the markers and drew a line across her diaper with it. She giggled as she grabbed more of her markers and drew more coloured lines across her diaper. Now her plain old white diaper looked far more colourful, and not the slight shade of yellow on the front that gave away her little accident earlier.

Not that Darcie cared about things like that anymore, sticking one of the markers up her nose as she continued to doodle and draw. She was an artist afterall, and she wanted make sure she had plenty of pretty drawings to show her boyfriend when he came over later. He’d be so proud of her! Maybe he’d even bounce her up and down on his knee like he knew she liked!

And thus, another life had been altered by this Ripple as it continued to pass through the delicate fabric of reality, making even more changes in its wake.

Collecting Her Collateral

“No, please! Just give me another chance! I can win it all back, I promise!”

Morgana smiled as she gazed down at the poor and broken man grovelling before her, the red haired and voluptuous woman towering over him like some kind of goddess in her sparkling violet dress. She might as well have been a goddess made flesh considering they were both in her casino, her domain.

This man, his name mattered little to her, was yet another in a long, long line of people she had seen in her casino before who thought they could very easily gamble their way into easy life, all it would take was one lucky spin and they’d be walking the easy street in no time. Very few of them, sadly, ever realized the hard truth that such a goal was often self-defeating, as even if they did happen to win a big score with one lucky play then inevitably they’d just waste it all away again chasing the chance at an even bigger payout.

His dishevelled clothes and lack of any personal grooming efforts painted a story that she could spot from a mile away: down on his luck, probably “borrowed” money from pretty much everyone he had ever known in his life already with the promise of paying it back just to watch it all go down the drain, the kind of soul that wouldn’t raise much suspicion if he were to mysterious disappear one day without a trace.

Perfect.

This was always one of her favourite parts, the moment when they inevitably lost it all and resorted to begging and pleading for her to give them one more spin, one more chance to win everything back with interest. The gambling obsessed were always such easy marks too, all it took was to dangle a little money in front of their noses and they were more than happy to sign their life away in exchange for one more shot at the roulette.

Reward them with a few easy wins in the beginning and suddenly they all think they’re invincible, that they’ll soon be swimming in money like that one cartoon duck. Not once did they ever suspect that those first wins had all been rigged in their favour, and that eventually it would all crumble around them once more as they sunk deeper and deeper into a pit of inescapable debt.

Standing up from her chair, Morgana kneeled down before the still grovelling man and placed her hand upon his lowered head. “Aww, you poor, poor thing… All you want is one more go, is that right?”

Keeping his head lowered, the man could only utter out a weak, “P…please?”

Morgana’s smile shifted from soothing to sinister in the blink of an eye. “Sorry, but there won’t be any more chances for you. Remember the contract you signed, hmm?”

“Uhhh… Yes?” He replied, not willing to admit that he hadn’t read the contract at all before signing his name on the bottom line. They never read the contract after-all, a fact that played right into Morgana’s hand.

“Then you know that happens next, right?” Reaching into the breast pocket of her dress, Morgana pulled out a small object and clutched it tightly in her hand. “Time for me to collect on my collateral.”

“Col-Collateral?”

“That’s right. Which means… you’re all mine now.”

“W-Wha-MMPPH!?”

Before the man could so much as resist, Morgana had used her other hand to tilt his head up so it was facing her before popping the object into his mouth. His eyes went wide as he looked down at the thing now stuffed into his mouth, staring down at the large pacifier now filling his mouth. Amidst his confusion, every part of him cried out for him to rip it out of his mouth right away.

Except… he couldn’t. No matter how much he tried to, his body remained frozen in place by some kind of unknown force, unable to move so much as an inch to try and fight back. All he could do was suck away on the pacifier and stare terrified up at Morgana as she loomed over him and laughed.

“Ahhh, men like you are so gullible it’s almost not fun anymore! Almost...” she said as she leaned down and booped him right on the nose before pinching his cheek and cooing down at the helpless man. “Now you’ll see what happens when you sign a binding contract with a witch like me.”

A… a witch!? The man likely didn’t want to believe something so ludicrous, but the fact that he was still bound by some kind of mystical force was making it a bit easier to swallow. Even more so when Morgana reached down and picked him up in her arms like he weighed nothing at all. Was she just this strong, or was her magic affecting him more than he knew?

No matter how much he wanted to fight back, his body remained completely docile as he was carried into another room. The sight of a massive nursery made his heart rate spike, especially when he noticed that everything from the crib, to the changing table, to especially the diapers were all much, much too big for any normal baby.

But were more than big enough for a full grown adult like himself.

As he was laid down onto the changing table, he could do nothing suck on his pacifier and watch as Morgana reached down and pulled out a pair of scissors from beneath the table. Starting with his shirt, she delicately worked to cut him out of his clothes one by one. Once his shirt had been reduced to little more than shreds of fabric, she went to work on his pants. Tossing his shoes aside, she wasted little time in stripping him of his socks as well, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, which she had purposely saved for last.

“Tsk, so thin. Good thing you’ll be wearing something a lot thicker from now on…” Licking her lips like a predator towering over its next meal, she slipped the scissors into the waistband of the man’s boxers and began to cut and slice, being extra careful as to avoid his genitals with the skill of someone who had done this same thing more than once in her life. Before long, the shredded remains of his underwear fell away from his body and were quickly tossed aside to join the rest of his ruined clothes.

Now that he was completely naked, Morgana bent down and began to loudly sort through the various diapers in display, making idle comments like “This one would mean less changes,” and “But this one would make him look so cute,” that made her hostage sweat in fear at what awaited him.

Eventually she had made up her mind, standing back up with what appeared to be a perfectly scaled up version of an infant’s diaper, childish prints of cartoon characters like Elmo and Barney clearly visible as she slowly unfolded the diaper in her hands, making sure it crinkled as loudly as possible the whole time. Once she had it fully unfurled, she grabbed the man’s legs and easily lifted him up enough to slide the diaper underneath him before lowering him back down onto the diaper, his butt sinking into the thick padding of the diaper.

As she reached out a hand towards the diaper, she suddenly gasped and drew her hand back. “Oh, how could I forget! Silly me, there’s something else I need to take care of before my new baby can be changed into his first diaper!” Extending out a finger and aiming it directly at his genitals, a burst of light shot out of her finger and struck the man’s body, causing every last pubic hair he had to simply vanish. The spell then travelled up his whole body, making his skin tingle as just about every bit of body hair ceased to exist save for a very thin layer atop his head, leaving the man almost as smooth as the day he was born.

“Hmmm… It still needs something…” Morgana teased, tapping her finger against her cheek to give the illusion that she was thinking hard about something. “Since you love testing your luck so much, why don’t we play one more game of chance?” Snapping her fingers, a small wheel segmented into coloured sections appeared floating in the air, each one with a word that spelled out only further humiliation for the helpless man such as “Chastity”, “Shrink”, “Enlarge” and many more, each one just as bad as the last.

Smiling devilishly, Morgana snapped her fingers against and made the wheel start to spin at a breakneck speed, the swirling colours blending together into an almost hypnotic display as the man could only look on in terrifying anticipation as the wheel continued to spin in order to decide his fate.

Slowly but surely, the wheel began to slow down, the pointer at the top clicking loudly as each section passed by one after another, each time slower than the last. Eventually the wheel finally came to a halt, the chosen section lighting up as his fate was finally decided for him: “ALWAYS HARD”.

“Oooh!” Morgana squealed with glee as she clapped her hands with excitement. “You got one of my favourites! Lucky you!” With another point of her finger, a shot of magic struck the man’s penis head on, causing a jolt to shoot up his spine as his member immediately stood fully erect and throbbed with a sensation like nothing the man had ever felt before. He began to pant behind his pacifier, barely able to focus as a cloud of baby powder was dusted onto his crotch and the front of the diaper was pulled up, pressing his still throbbing erecting up against his skin as the loud ripping of the tapes reached his ears as Morgana took great pleasure in taping him into his first diaper.

“There, all done!” Morgana cooed as she patted the front of the man’s diaper. If he could move, she had no doubt he would already be squirming and thrusting hard against his diapers, begging for the release he so desired. And some day she might be generous enough to let him have it, but for now she was perfectly content to leave him like this for now. Picking him up again, she carried her latest baby over to the crib and laid him down before snapping her fingers once more and causing a TV screen to materialize above him, his head perfectly positioned so he could easily see it. Not that he could look away even if he wanted to anyway…

“Time for you to get a glimpse into the future that awaits you, my dear little one…” Her smile only widened as the TV sparked to life, whimsical music filling the air as a colourful title screen like one from a children’s shoe flashed across the screen. But this was no show meant for children, as what appeared next were images and videos of men in much the same predicament as this one, each one of them thickly diapered and sucking away on a pacifier. The only difference being that all of them were Morgana’s previous marks and every single one of them had long been broken into little more than oversized babies.

Images of several of these unfortunate individuals happily playing with blocks and rattles appeared on screen, staying just long enough for the man’s brain to register it was even there before being swiftly replaced with one of a man with his diapered rear masterfully framed by the camera as he grunted loudly and deposited a thick load into the seat of his now sagging diaper, sighing with relief as he sat back down and squished the contents of his diaper against his bottom.

Another flash and the image changed to several in quick succession of men lying back onto changing tables as they all had their heavily used diapers changed by an unseen caretaker standing just out of frame. That one was soon replaced by another showing a man in nothing but a t-shirt and diaper laying flat on his back in a crib as he slept, his thumb stuck in his mouth to replace his pacifier. After a moment, the camera zoomed right up onto the man’s diaper as a light hissing sound was picked up by the camera’s microphone, the front of his previously white diaper turning yellow as he unknowingly wet himself in his sleep.

What appeared on screen next were a group of these same men all panting heavily as they humped and rubbed their diapered crotches against whatever they could find within reach. Plushes, pillows,, the floor, it mattered little to these broken men as they desperately tried to pleasure themselves through their diapers, all of them with dopey smiles plastered across their faces.

All of these and countless more cycled one after another across the screen, each one slowly but surely embedding themselves into the man’s pleasure addled brain bit by bit. This subliminal messaging program had worked wonders on every man who now starred in that very video, and it wouldn’t be long before this one joined them as well.

Humming to herself, Morgana reached down and patted the front of the man’s diaper, making sure to put a little extra pressure onto the tent straining against the front of his diaper as she did so. Once he was done with his “orientation”, she would have him shipped off to her nursery complex to join his fellow babies as they did nothing but played and used their diapers like the good little babies they were. By then she wouldn’t even need the pacifier to control them anymore, replacing it with a normal one that still only reinforced their new behaviour.

At least now when they woke up in a puddle of their own piss there would be a loving caretaker nearby waiting to change them into a fresh diaper before breakfast. And before lunch and dinner. And the other 4-5 times a day they needed their diapers changed, they didn’t care, really.

But for now, Morgana silently slipped out the nursery to return to her office. She had a casino to run, after-all.

While The Spouse Is Away

Only once the lock to the room finally clicked behind him did Nathan breath a long sigh of relief. He had been nothing but a ball of nerves ever since he had left the house— no, even before that. Somehow he had managed to keep it together when he had explained to his wife Jean days before that he had a business trip coming up soon and would be gone for the weekend, probably helped by the fact that this was not the first time he had pulled this similar ruse on her and managed to get away with it.

He loved Jean, he truly did. They had been married for fourteen blissful years already, and he was more than ready to spend the rest of his life with her, but there were just some times where he just needed to get away for a few days, to just let himself truly… relax.

Looking around himself, he eyed the motel room he had rented out for the weekend. It was nothing special, mostly clean, cheap, and far enough away from home that the risk of possibly bumping into someone he knew. It was the kind of motel room you tended to see on all those cop shows, the ones were the balding husband would be absconding away to to have an affair with some hot girl half his age.

Having an affair was the last thing on Nathan’s mind though, as his true goal was something far more embarrassing, something that he knew would destroy his life and marriage in an instant if anyone ever found out.

Wheeling his suitcase inside, Nathan picked it up and plopped it up onto the bed before unzipping it. Upon open it, he immediately saw all the business clothes he had packed… and quickly tossed them all aside as he revealed the true treasure hidden beneath, ones that took his breath away for a brief moment.

Reaching in, Nathan picked up one of the plastic rectangles stashed inside, smiling at the loud crinkling sound it made and the colourful prints adorning what was obviously a very large, very thick, and very infantile looking diaper to anyone with eyes. One far too big to fit anyone other than a full grown adult.

A full grown adult like Nathan for example, though he wouldn’t be acting like one for much longer.

Within moments, Nathan had stripped himself out of his stuffy adult clothes and carefully powdered and taped the diaper onto himself, his smile extending from ear to ear as the thickness of the diaper pushed his legs apart enough to give him an adorable waddle, which he spent several minutes doing as the room became filled with the sounds of his crinkling bottom. Once that was done, Nathan reached into his bag and pulled out a large purple pacifier, one that he wasted little time in popping into his mouth and sucking on, an barely audible cooing sound emanating from his mouth as he suckled away. Almost done, the last part of his transformation was the cute baby blue onesie he had packed, which he carefully slipped on before doing up the buttons one the butt flap. The buttons actually seemed to struggle against the sheer thickness of Nathan’s diaper, bulging out in such a way that it was very clear what he was wearing underneath.

Like flicking a switch, Nathan felt all the stressed that had been building up over the last few weeks begin to melt away, leaving behind a giggling, excited Adult Baby Boy behind.

Minutes later, Nathan was seated on the floor, his diapered butt acting as comfortable cushion as he giggled and laughed at cartoons on the motel tv. During a commercial break, he even traded out his Paci for a bottle of warm milk he quickly prepared, which was gone before the next commercial break. Eventually that milk had to go somewhere, so after a few more cartoons, Nathan felt a telltale tingling in his bladder. Without a second though, he let go and flooded his diaper, smiling at the warmth spreading though his diaper. Reaching his hand down, he squished his now soaked diaper beneath his onesie, imagining himself sitting not in a motel room, but in a massive nursery perfectly prepared to take care of his ever need.

“Uh oh! Looks like someone needs his diapee changed!”

In his head, Nathan pictured a woman walking up to him and suddenly checking his diaper, distracting him from his cartoons and toys for a moment as he realized how soaked he really was. The woman would smile and coo at him like the loving nanny she was, picking up with ease as she carried him over to the changing table and setting him down atop it.

Once his onesie was undone to reveal the state of his soggy diapers, he would giggle as the woman tickled his belly before gently untaping his used diaper and tossing it into the nearby diaper pail to join the many others like it. He would shiver slightly at the feeling of cold wipes sliding across his crotch, but the woman’s smile would pull him back to smiling and giggling. She would then pull out a diaper with similar designs to the one he had just been wearing—They were his favorite, after all!— and slid it under his bottom, adding a generous amount of sweet smelling powder to his crotch before pulling up the front and securely taping him into a cute diaper once more.

“There, all clean!” She would say as she patted his fresh diaper before leaning down and kissing his forehead, causing Nathan to gaze longingly into Jean’s beautiful eyes and smile as she—

Like a slap to the face, Nathan snapped out of his fantasy and shook the image from his mind. As much as he wished it was true, he knew his fantasy would always only remain that: a fantasy. Many times he had tried to come clean to her while they were dating, but every time he had chickened out. Now that they were married, Nathan assumed he had missed his chance. He loved her, and he knew she loved him, but whenever he imagined himself finally telling her about this side of him he became filled with terror. Images of her scowling at him in disgust and calling him a “freak” or a “disgusting pervert” filled his mind and only made it clearer to him that he would need to continue keeping this a secret from her to keep his life intact, no matter how much it made him feel like he was betraying her to do so.

She can never know.

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Jean idly turned the page of her book as she sat on the living room couch, occasionally glancing up at the clock to check the time. Nathan had left some time ago, and so she had started reading to help pass the time now that she was alone.

Though while on the outside Jean looked calm and collected, on the inside she was a excited mess. She was barely even reading the book in front of her, using it as more of a distraction as her glances up at the clock became more and more frequent as time seemed to pass painfully slow. She wanted nothing more than to just abandon the book altogether and indulge in what she really wanted, but her mind was set on being patient. Just an hour, long enough that she knew Nathan wouldn’t unexpectedly return home to retrieve something he had forgotten. She could wait that long… right?

She lasted about forty-five minutes before she couldn’t take it any more.

Tossing the book aside, she leapt up from the couch and practically bounded upstairs, making a beeline for the master bedroom and practically ripping the doors of her walk-in closet open. Nathan almost never came in here, and she trusted him not to snoop even if he did, so she knew her secret was safe from him. Still, she had been super careful to stash it all behind several rows of clothes, just in case. After a few moments spent pushing clothes aside, she finally found what she was looking for.

A seemingly inconspicuous brown box lay before her, but inside lay her real prize. Popping the box open, she smiled at the sight of the partially open bag of pink plastic rectangles, all neatly packed and ready to be used.

Nathan and her didn’t really want kids, so it might be a bit odd to see her with a pack of diapers at all, let alone one hidden away in the back of her closet. It might seem a bit more odd once you notice that these diapers are far too big for a baby of any kind, large enough to fit a full grown adult.

A full grown adult like Jean, for instance.

Smiling, Jean carefully extracted one of the diapers from the bag and held it in her hands, bringing it up to her nose for a moment and breathing in the heavenly smell of baby powder laced into the diapers. Unable to contain herself any longer, she hastily strips out her silly adult clothes, bra included, and lays back before unfolding the diaper and positioning it underneath her.

Just as she was about to tape it on, however, she almost slapped herself as she realized she’d forgetten something. Toddling naked into the adjoining bathroom and retrieves a bottle of rash cream from under the sink. With cream in hand, she returns to the waiting diaper and sits back down before unscrewing the top of the rash cream and lathering a sufficient layer on her sensitive skin. With that taken care of, she reseals the bottle of cream before setting it aside and finally pulling up the front of the diaper and taping it on.

Still naked save for her fresh diaper, Jean spent a few minutes sifting through her collection of clothes for something more “appropriate” to wear, giggling at the clinking sound she made whenever she moved or wiggled her butt. Eventually she settled on a pink lace nightgown that was practically see through and left nothing to the imagination, giggling from knowing that it would do absolutely nothing to hide her new padding. Slipping it on, Jane posed in the mirror for a few minutes, even going as far as to take a few pictures of padded rear for her secret Instagram (making sure to delete the originals once they were uploaded). Once she was satisfied, Jean toddled back downstairs and into the kitchen, where she quickly prepared a bottle of warm chocolate milk for herself.

Minutes later, Jean was back to sitting on the living room couch, only now she was giggling and laughing at the cartoons playing out on the tv in front of her. Sucking away at her bottle, it wasn’t long before she had drained it completely, setting it aside and quickly forgetting about it. That was a problem for adult Jean later, not Adult Baby Jean now. All she had to worry about were the colourful sights and sounds coming from the tv.

As Jean settled into a much simpler and younger mindset, she felt a slight twinge in her bladder. With barely a thought, Jean let go and flooded her diapers, knowing for experience that they could handle whatever she threw at them, and more. Indeed, while the diaper noticeably expanded as it absorbed her little “accident”, it held fast.

During a commercial break, Jean took a moment to examine her now saggy diaper, smiling as she hiked up her nightgown slightly and placed her hand onto her diaper, feeling it squish beneath her touch. As she focused on the warmth of her diaper, the world began to melt around Jean, replacing her normal living room with a huge and fully stocked nursery, one more than ready to see to her every need as she played without a care in the world.

She wasn’t alone in her fantasy though, as she had a playmate joining her. The pair would laugh and play the hours away, not caring in the slightest as they soaked their diapers. Eventually though, she would crawl up behind her playmate and take a moment to check their diaper.

“Uh-oh!” She would say with a mischievous hint in her voice. “Looks like someone needs his diapee changed!”

Then the fantasy would change in a few ways. She would still be diapered as well, obviously, but she would suddenly go from being a playmate to a caregiver, smiling as she picked her playmate up and carried him over to the changing table. After unbuttoning the flaps on his onesie, she would take a moment to tickle his now exposed belly, causing her adorable playmate to giggle and laugh as she went to work changing him out of his sagging diaper and into a fresh one.

One diaper change later, she would proudly declare him, “All clean!” Patting the front of his new diaper, she would then lean down and give him a kiss on the forehead as she stared longingly into Nathan’s eyes and—

Snapping back to reality with a shake of her head, Jean felt a bubble of shame start to grow in the pit of her stomach. As much as she wanted to, she knew that telling Nathan her secret was simply out of the question, to say nothing about potentially asking him to join her as well! She loved him with all her heart, but that idea that he might react negatively to learning about her secret fantasy horrified to her very core and had kept her from ever telling him while they had been dating. Now that they were married, it was far too late now. Her fantasy would simply remain as that forever: a fantasy.

As she turned her attention back to the antics of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck in the hopes of getting back into her little headspace, she only reaffirmed to herself that she could never be honest enough to tell Nathan what she really liked to do while he wasn’t home.

He can never know.

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And so, the pair would both go to bed that night alone, snug in their freshly changed diapers and knowing in their heart that they could never tell the other about their secret fantasies, no matter how much it hurt to keep them secret.

Maybe someday the two will discover that they have even more in common that they first realized when they got married, but for now they were both content with continuing to happily indulge in private.