Diaper Debacle The Remote of Transformation chapter 20 by deleted_user

Vince wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, still wheezing as he stared at the furious baby Linda sitting on the floor in her pink onesie, chubby legs kicking wildly.

“Alright, alright, calm your tiny tits, Mrs. H,” he chuckled, reaching over and plucking the remote from Brandon’s bony fingers. “I got this. Let’s get you back to normal before you start cryin’ for a bottle.”

Baby Linda glared up at him with pure adult venom. “You better not fuck this up, you overgrown meathead, or I’ll—”

Vince pointed the remote at the tiny blonde infant and thought clearly: Turn Linda back into her hot young adult body. Same stacked blonde bombshell as before.

The remote chirped. Blue light swept over the baby.

In seconds, Linda shot upward like a reverse time-lapse. Tiny limbs lengthened, chubby cheeks sharpened into her familiar young-adult face, platinum hair cascading down her back once more. Her body ballooned back into those ridiculous curves — massive perky DDs, tiny waist, wide hips, and that fat, heart-shaped ass. The pink onesie stretched and morphed into… nothing useful. Instead, a thick, adult-sized diaper now hugged her wide hips and plump ass cheeks, the tabs fastened snugly around her waist. The rest of her was completely naked, heavy tits hanging free, smooth skin on full display.

Linda blinked, standing there in all her curvy glory, then looked down.

“What the— why the fuck am I still wearing a goddamn diaper?!” she barked in her gravelly trailer-trash voice. She gave the padded crotch a frustrated slap. The thick material crinkled loudly. “This thing is huge! It feels like I’m wearin’ a damn pillow between my legs. Change it, you idiots!”

Before anyone could respond, Linda’s face suddenly twisted. Her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh no… oh shit… wait, I gotta—”

A loud, wet brrrraaaapppppt echoed through the living room.

The back of the diaper visibly bulged outward as Linda helplessly shit herself. A warm, heavy load pushed into the padding, the unmistakable smell of fresh shit filling the air almost immediately. The diaper sagged heavily between her thick thighs, the rear swelling into a noticeable, mushy lump. She froze, face turning bright red, hands flying to the front of the padded crotch as if she could stop it.

“You have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” she roared, voice cracking with humiliation even as another small squirt escaped. “I’m incontinent now?! My asshole just betrayed me like a cheap screen door! I can feel it all warm and squishy back there — oh god, it’s spreading! This is disgusting! Change me back to normal right now before I shit myself again in front of you perverts!”

Vince was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, clutching his eight-pack abs while his heavy cock still tented his shorts. “Holy shit — literally! Look at that loaded diaper! Your ass is still stacked but now it’s packin’ heat!”

Brandon (still stick-thin) crossed his skinny arms, annoyed but unable to hide a smirk. “That’s what you get for zapping me flat, Linda. How does it feel having zero control over your own butt?”

Paul, who had finally emerged from the hallway, stood frozen with wide eyes behind his glasses, staring at the naked, massively curvy Linda standing there in nothing but a heavily soiled adult diaper that was visibly sagging and browning at the back. The smell was unmistakable. “Oh… oh dear. Um… should we… maybe open a window?”

Linda waddled awkwardly in place, the heavy, mushy diaper swinging between her legs with every tiny movement, making wet crinkling sounds. Her massive tits jiggled as she gestured angrily at Vince, who still held the remote.

“Somebody fix this right fuckin’ now! I can feel another one comin’ and I don’t think this thing can hold much more! My asshole’s got a mind of its own!”