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Speed Date
🕑 Added 2020-12-07 22:56:00 +0000 UTC"I'm a lawyer...just so ya know. Six figures. I'd make a great provider."
Becca stared forward, her eyes glazed over from boredom as she let the sixth man she'd seen that night blather on about his worth. She knew what she was getting into going speed-dating, but didn't realize there wouldn't be a single diamond in the rough. Not even a cubic zirconia. It was hard for her not to feel as if she had wasted her whole night. That was until she remembered that life is what you make it. A statement that meant far more to a witch like Becca.
Becca managed to regain her focus. There was still four minutes on the clock between them. Her current speed-dating partner, a man named Kevin, still prattled on about his career. He subtly tugged at his expensive wrist watch while his eyes fought the urge to stare at Becca's breasts. Kevin was so painfully obvious in his desires to Becca. Maybe he wasn't aware, but Becca was quite observant.
"...and you should really see my new car. Just got her washed. You wouldn't be--"
"Uh huh…" Becca cut him off. "...you sound very important, Kevin."
Though at first annoyed by Becca having cut him off, Kevin perked up at her boosting his ego. "That's right! I've got a billboard up over Kilgore Road."
"You mean your daddy has a billboard. You just happen to be on it. 'Tyrell and Son', not just 'Son'. Not just Kevin."
Kevin scoffed. "That's more than many of these pathetic guys have. How about you, huh? What are you bringing to the table? What makes you desirable besides your body?"
Becca grinned from ear to ear. "I'm glad you asked." She then reached into her purse and placed a gnarled wooden wand on the table. "I have powers."
Kevin rolled his eyes. "Oh God. I should've known. Women are into all kinds of weird shit nowadays. Wanna tell me how this has to do with your horoscope or something?"
"Remind me, Kevin. How old are you?"
"Twenty-four," Kevin replied after a moment of confusion.
"That's a little old to not be potty-trained, don't ya think?" asked Becca. She lifted her wand and pointed it at Kevin. There was no noticeable burst of magic; instead, Kevin was elevated from his chair barely half an inch. A thick layer of padding about his butt and crotch had suddenly appeared and given him a slight cushion to sit on.
Unaware of the diaper taped to his waist and unbelieving of Becca's powers, Kevin scoffed. "I was potty-trained when I was a kid. But nice try. You won't unnerve me that easily."
"Oh sweet, dumb Kevin. I don't need to. You've been drinking all night. How long before you're soaking your pampers in front of your date?"
Kevin shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the current conversation.
Crinkle crinkle
"What...no…"
Becca giggled. "I told you! Mommy never bothered to potty-train you. Or maybe you never bothered to learn. It was always easier to just soak your diapers and ask mommy for a change than to actually put the work in and use the potty like a big boy."
Kevin's hands shot to his crotch. It crinkled in response. He undid his belt discreetly and unzipped his pants. To his horror, the scent of baby powder filled his nostrils. Cartoon characters looked up at him from the design over his crinkly crotch. "What did you do to me?!"
"This is a speed-date, isn't it? You tell me about your life, then I explain to you how you lied and tell you what really happened."
"But I was potty-trained!" Kevin nearly shouted. People at several nearby tables looked over briefly. Kevin zipped his pants back up nervously.
"Not anymore," Becca explained. "In fact, if you try to think back now, all you should remember are all the times you asked your mommy for changies."
"No…"
"Yes! Which means that daddy never let you work for him. After all, why would he want to bring his publicly diaper loving son into the family business? Especially one that still lives at home and needs his mommy to change his pampers for him."
"That's not true!" Kevin whimpered.
Becca waved her wand. "Oh but it is! Mommy changed you just before you came out to the speed-date tonight. She so desperately wants someone to take you off her hands so she doesn't have to change your diapies anymore."
Kevin's face turned a bright shade of red. His history changed itself to obey Becca's whims. Suddenly, Kevin could distinctly remember earlier that day when he laid on the changing mat with his legs in the air. The smell of baby powder, the teddy clutched to his chest, even the pacifier in his mouth. "Stop it! I'm not a baby and I don't like my diapers!"
"Don't lie, Kevin. We both know you do…" Becca slipped her foot out of her heel and brought her toes to Kevin's crinkly crotch under the table. "It's hard to feel at first, but I can tell your little dick is getting hard under all that padding."
Kevin bit his lip. In a blink of an eye, even his fantasies had changed. No longer was Kevin concentrating on Becca's breasts. No, he was too focused on the scent of baby powder that still lingered around him. He craved a soggy diaper more than anything. Against his better judgment, Kevin pushed himself into Becca's toes...just as his bladder released.
Hissssssssssssss
"Mmmmph….mommy…" Kevin whimpered.
"That's it. Flood your pampers and embrace your perversion, Kevin. Your mom thinks you're here to date but we both know you just come here so women will humiliate you. I mean, after all, what self respecting man would change into that outfit before attending a speed-date."
Kevin was lost in arousal. The smell of his soggy diaper had reached his nose. The warmth of his crotch stimulated his small dick and kept him close to the edge. He was helpless to his own depravity. At some point, he had closed his eyes. When he opened them to see what Becca talked about, he gasped aloud.
"You're not just a diaper loving, exhibitionist pervert. You're also a limp-dicked little sissy. At least, that's what your shirt is declaring."
Kevin's suit was gone. It had been magically replaced with a pair of pink velcro light-up sneakers, a white pair of short-shorts with an elastic waistband, and a pink crop top with the words 'Limp-Dicked Little Diaper Sissy' in bold font. "No...no...I-I don't want this! Change me back! I don't wanna make stickies like this!"
Becca laughed. "What with everyone watching you? But you're so close, sissy! Here let, babysitter Becca help." Becca stood and walked around the table. She then grabbed the weakened and pathetic Kevin by his armpits and lifted him from his chair. With one hand, she bent him down over the table and yanked his shorts down with the other. "Everyone can see your soggy diapers now. Everyone knows you're a diaper loving sissy. All you have to do now is show everyone what a big baby you are and you'll have the most powerful orgasm of your life. I promise."
Kevin couldn't take another second. Everything Becca said was true. He was a diaper loving sissy. He still lived at home and asked his own mom for changies. He stayed up late at night masturbating in his diapers thinking about all the times he had publicly humiliated himself. No wonder his dad never wanted to hire him. Kevin wasn't a lawyer with a fancy car and an expensive home. No, Kevin was a pathetic, desperate diaper humper that wanted everyone to know what a big loser he was. And so, Kevin stuffed his thumb in his mouth and mumbled out a thank you to Becca for showing him his place. He leaned forward and stuck his diapered butt in the air, then grunted and squirmed as he filled his diapers with warm, smelly mush. "I wuv my diapies!" Kevin declared. "Wanna make stickies! Can I pwease babysitter Becca?"
Becca couldn't contain her joy. This was exactly the night she was looking for. "Oh of course, sissy. Go ahead. Show everyone how happy your messy diapers make you. Everyone is looking!"
"Mmmmph! Uh...uh…"
With not a shred of dignity left, Kevin came in his sagging diapers. He shook on the table as all control left him, whimpering and begging to be treated like a big baby. Becca started to pat and squeeze his diapered butt and Kevin was in heaven. He forgot all about his old life then and fixated entirely on his new life as a diaper dependent dork with no future other than that of a stuffie humping sissy.
"Well, you certainly put on quite the show, Kevin. Let your babysitter drive you home. I've got something I want to show you."
Kevin rode home in an oversized baby seat in the back of Becca's car. He sucked blissfully on a pacifier and rubbed his crotch periodically as Becca drove him. Eventually, Becca pointed to a familiar billboard and Kevin looked up, wide-eyed to see a picture of himself looking back. He wore a thick, well-used diaper that poked out from underneath a see through pink nightie. His name was beside him in large, easily readable don't along with several phrases like: 'I wuv my diapies!' and 'I wanna make stickies!'
Kevin came again in his diapers as they drove by. Part of him knew that there was no getting his old life back. Even if he managed to potty train himself there was no recovering from the damage Becca had done. He would forever be known in town as the sissy baby with the billboard that declared his undying love of making stickies in his diapies.
