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The Curse of the Diaper pt.12
Suddenly Lucy and Mai dropped to their knees, they couldn't move. Only dart their eyes about, looking for an explanation to all this. Their clothes morphed into pink, frilled bonnets and pink shirts barely reaching past the rim of their used pampers. Josephine looked amazed, or should they say Baby Josephine. Her diaper sagged to the floor, she had had to have been in that for a day or two. And, judging from her expression, she wasn't doing this by choice. Then the two found Rosie at the head of the room, smiling like she owned the three. Had she done this?
'I told you Baby Jose that we'd find you some pwaymates didn't I! You three'll be joining more soon once I get you used to being babies.'
After Rosie had run through the rules with the new babies, they had a small part of an idea what they were doing here. But they were still, all of them, terrified. Josephine frowned as she squatted down and did as she had been commanded. Another load of poop and pee deposited itself into her diaper. She only sighed, pressing her pacifier back into her mouth and attempting to crawl laden by the load.
Lucy and Mai were still shocked, and unable to move. They had now realised they were going to have to stay in these diapers for days on end. And they were already quite heavily used. And then it struck them. This was their last day. They were meant to be back by tomorrow morning! What would their families think if they were not home? Would they come to the house only to be awaited by this monster that had taken Rosie's body? Would they think they were dead? It was too horrible to think about, so they just groaned as a wet fart and sagging occurred in Mai's diaper.
Suddenly Lucy and Mai dropped to their knees, they couldn't move. Only dart their eyes about, looking for an explanation to all this. Their clothes morphed into pink, frilled bonnets and pink shirts barely reaching past the rim of their used pampers. Josephine looked amazed, or should they say Baby Josephine. Her diaper sagged to the floor, she had had to have been in that for a day or two. And, judging from her expression, she wasn't doing this by choice. Then the two found Rosie at the head of the room, smiling like she owned the three. Had she done this?
'I told you Baby Jose that we'd find you some pwaymates didn't I! You three'll be joining more soon once I get you used to being babies.'
After Rosie had run through the rules with the new babies, they had a small part of an idea what they were doing here. But they were still, all of them, terrified. Josephine frowned as she squatted down and did as she had been commanded. Another load of poop and pee deposited itself into her diaper. She only sighed, pressing her pacifier back into her mouth and attempting to crawl laden by the load.
Lucy and Mai were still shocked, and unable to move. They had now realised they were going to have to stay in these diapers for days on end. And they were already quite heavily used. And then it struck them. This was their last day. They were meant to be back by tomorrow morning! What would their families think if they were not home? Would they come to the house only to be awaited by this monster that had taken Rosie's body? Would they think they were dead? It was too horrible to think about, so they just groaned as a wet fart and sagging occurred in Mai's diaper.
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