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Unforeseen Consequences
🕑 Added 2022-10-14 20:50:24 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: This story was written for a commissioner who specifically requested a very narrow vocabulary to be used and a single, highly focussed piece of fetish writing.
It contains a lot of messy diapers, a lot of the words “poop” and “diaper” and very little else. If you like that idea as much as the commissioner, hopefully it’s good kinky fun!
Unforeseen Consequences
“At last! Soon he’ll be mine!” Greta grinned at the spellbook in front of her, its pages covered in marker with the notes the vixen had been making. Images of her heart’s one desire turned over in her head, the young wolf across the road who had moved in earlier in the year. Now, at Halloween, her powers were at their most potent and she could finally cast a spell that would make her perfect to him. Once the spell was complete, he’d be compelled to come over and see her new form, the perfect woman for him and forever.
“Just one more phrase…” She scanned to the bottom of the page and read aloud.
“LET LOVE BE MINE, MAKE ME HIS MOST DIVINE!”
She felt her body react immediately to the chant, her middle-aged and matted fur fluffed upwards, regaining some of its shine as the spell took effect. Light shimmered upwards from her feet, slowly rising up and restoring any spots of age.
“This energy… I feel… I feel…”
The shine reached her upper legs, thinning them and adding curvature she hadn’t had since her college years. She was becoming more beautiful by the second, she could feel her body changing and adapting to the spell more and more. Her clothes began to shift and change as it reached her skirt, twisting and turning in the air in front of her and reforming into a..
“A… diaper?”
The vixen's face dropped as she watched the padded garment unfold in front of her. It was as thick as a cushion, six tapes adorning its wings and a long yellow line down the center of the crotch. A medical diaper for only the most heavily incontinent was now heading towards her.
“N.. no!”
She tried to move but was locked in place by the spell's effect. More of her clothes started unthreading, increasing the thickness and length of the garment further as they seemingly fed it. Her shirt vanished, leaving her naked and exposed as it finally reached her waist and began to tape itself around her. The light had made her body beautiful, far beyond anything she’d ever had before, but even as her now heavy, large breasts settled into place so did the tapes of the diaper, her stomach completely covered by the plastic garment.
“What's happening! Why is it…”
The light reached her muzzle and her speech immediately slurred into incomprehensibility. Drool started to dribble out of it as the words failed to emerge, her eyes going wide until the light, finally, reached her head and ears.
The instant it did she fell to the ground in a heap. The spell's effects were now complete, but Greta had no memory of what those effects should be, why she wanted them or what anything around her was. But she could speak what her brain was thinking, the complex thoughts now reduced to simplistic statements.
“Gotta make poopy…”
Her stomach responded by voiding in earnest, taking no further encouragement to begin destroying the diaper with vast quantities of poop. Her mouth moved into a smile, her arms moving towards the front door of her house. Whether this was because of some deep seated memory of the effects of the spell or otherwise, she sat there with her thumb in her mouth, simply repeating the same three words and letting her diaper fill with poop again.
“Poopy diaper feel good…” she shifted in place, smushing the back around and feeling the front start to take on some of the load “Wanna make poopy diaper for Brad”
A knock at her door did nothing to remove her stupor. She giggled at the noise and sat down with her legs splayed forward, the poop in the diaper spreading across her butt and leaving no space free from it. She could feel it, it was one of the few things her brain seemed able to comprehend now, but she didn’t care about what any of this would mean for her floors should it leak.
“Greta? Greta are you there?”
“BRAD!” she squealed, clapping her hands as the voice of the wolf she’d been so enamored with came through the wood of the door.
“Greta, I need to see you. Please, just open the door!”
“Brad! I made poopy in my diaper!” Greta bounced up and down on her rear, drool flying around her muzzle as she waited for Brad.
“I’m coming in!” Brad announced, pushing open the door and looking down at the vixen with his eyes suddenly widened and his gray fur standing on end.
“Gr…Greta?” his voice broke out of shock “Is that you?!”
“Looky! Brad, I make poopies for you!” she gritted her teeth and forced herself into a crawling position so she could continue to fill her diapers with more poop. The spell's effects were never going to end, there was no reason for them to do so without a command from another witch or the original caster.
“You’re… you’re pooping a… a diaper?!” Brad's muzzle curled up at the smell… even as his pants started to visibly tent in front of the vixen. In his head this was the perfect woman, the sexiest vixen he’d ever seen dressed in a full, poopy diaper that was just begging to be changed so a new one could be filled again. He watched as the witch continued to uncontrollably void herself, pooping more and more as his own mind raced with the fantasies he’d read in only the most extreme of erotica he’d managed to find.
“Braaaaad!” she moaned, crawling up to the wolf and starting to lick at his jeans, wetting them with drool and rubbing his upper thighs “I wanna make more poopies for youuuu”
The wolf moaned to himself, the feeling of the vixen massaging so close to his nethers was turning him on intensely, even as the rest of his mind was fighting the initial compulsion of the spell. He felt like this was why he needed to be here, a poopy diaper vixen that he could only have imagined in his dreams.
“Greta… fuck…” he moaned, grabbing the shaft of his cock down the front of his jeans and trying to pull it free of the confines of his briefs.
“Looky at all the poopy I made!” the vixen shouted again, weakly smacking the rear of her loaded diapers and smushing the mess further up to the front. It was starting to cause the leak guards to fail, something Brad noticed and further heightened his arousal.
“God this is… Greta how… how did…” his mind was losing focus rapidly as his dick began to smother any rational thoughts. This was his greatest fantasy, the best thing he could imagine and it was just lying in front of him. He didn’t care.
“I wanna make Braddy happy… so more poopies!” she hugged his leg tight and grunted again, her diaper making wet squelching sounds as more poop began to fill it. Her drool was now running down his jeans in a small stream, her moans and groans only exacerbating the amount that was coming out of his muzzle. She began to pull at them, trying to get them down to access his erect member that was sitting under them.
“Oh fuck… Yes… keep pooping Greta, you derpy little vixen…” he couldn’t help himself, the words were pure horniness made into something that was only vaguely understandable. Every fiber of his being was compelled to make his arms move towards his belt and begin unbuckling it, letting the vixen pull his jeans down and expose his briefs, tented upwards by his cock.
“Braddy! You like my poopy diapers?” she started to rub the inside of his thighs.
“I… I love your poopy diapers Greta…” he brushed her hair, his dick pulsing as it tried to escape the confines of his briefs.
“Silly undies!” Greta pulled at the white briefs, stained slightly from the pre-cum already starting to drip from the wolf's cock “No more! Wanna make Braddy happy!”
Brad adjusted his stance so that Greta’s pulling began to pull his underwear down his legs and releasing his member to the open air. As it did so, the vixen giggled and clapped her hands, her prize now finally in sight.
“Yay! Braddy, I’m gonna make more poopies, just gotta make some room in my diaper!”
Brad grabbed at his cock as he watched Greta sit on her full, poopy diaper and start to bounce up and down, trying to force its contents further to the front. The sides of the diaper were dangerously close to failing but she continued her desperate attempts to make space.
“I’m gonna make more poopies Brad! Watch!” she gurgled, drool hitting Brad's thighs, the horny wolf barely aware of the warm liquid as Great pulled herself forward and grunted loudly.
“Poooooooooopyyyyy…”
The huge moan was followed by the biggest load she’d pushed out so far, the mess coming out in wave after wave that filled up all the available space left in the medical diaper that seemed now to be vastly inadequate for the level of mental deterioration the spell had inflicted on the vixen. Even as her body was in its prime, her mind was now fully devolved into that of a desperate horny diaper vixen.
Brad meanwhile was barely keeping himself lucid. Every erotic fantasy he’d ever imagined lying in bed and jacking off into socks was coming true in front of him. The most beautiful vixen just fills a diaper to capacity, loving every second of it and doing it just for him. He started to pump his cock, his desires overriding his rational senses and dictating that he relieve the intense desperation in his shaft and balls.
“You… you’re full… you need to be changed… Your diaper…” his mind was racing. He wanted to get that poopy diaper off of her, now.
“New diaper!” Greta clapped her hands and lay on her back, her hands moving in the air “New diaper!”
Above her, sparkles once again began to form from her magic. While her ability to understand what she was doing was long gone, her powers still remained. From nothing but the air around her she began to form a white, plastic shell that slowly formed above the two of them. It thickened, over and over, tape after tape being added to the wings until there were three on each side. The landing zone was the one thing that changed, now reading “Poopy Vixen” on the front in big pink letters.
“That… that’ll… fuck” Brad moaned crouching down and seeing the huge messy diaper in front of him. This was going to be one hell of a job, a messy, poopy job. And his cock was twitching under him, his hand still grasping it.
“Braaad… I wanna chaaaange…” Greta started to moan “I wanna be your poopy diaper vixen again!”
Powder and wipes suddenly appeared next to her as invisible hands lifted her legs into the air. Brad was now presented with the full rear in its entirety, just a brown, poopy diaper that greeted his muzzle. He was rubbing against it just enough to squish it with his nose, eliciting another fresh set of moans from behind his gritted teeth.
“I gotta… gotta get this diaper on you…” he grabbed at the padding in the air and let go of his cock, letting it hang free as his other hand ripped at the tapes on the side of the vixen's incredibly poopy diaper. Greta’s moaning intensified with each one, squirming around until the fifth one was removed and she bucked wildly into the air.
“POOPY!!” she squealed, her diaper front visibly absorbing the orgasm she was having in front of the wolf, completely uncontrolably.
“Well at least… at least that's… oh god this is so hot” Brad was panting as he removed the final tape and finally allowed the garment to drop forward, exposing its contents to the world.
“Did I do good Brad? I made so much poopy for you!”
Brad tried his best to start cleaning her up but was barely able to focus at this point. The magical wipes cleaned her perfectly with each use, her fur brightening again with every stroke.
“Yeah Greta, you did… you did really well”
“YAY!” she squealed, squirming in place and smushing the mess back into her rear that Brad had just cleaned. He didn’t want to clean her, not really, but he wanted her to fill another diaper so badly. He just wanted to see it happen over and over again in front of him, his perfect diaper vixen going from messy to clean and back again on repeat. The final wipe took the remainder of the mess away and he grabbed the full, poopy diaper and balled it up before throwing it to the side. The new diaper floated down towards him, laying open in his hands and allowing him a single whiff of the smell of the sap and cotton.
“Oh… fuck”
“Braaaad! I’m gonna go poopy again!”
The wolf groaned as he pushed the diaper under her, taking in her scent and allowing the powder bottle, magically floating above the two of them, to shake out its contents onto her lower tummy and nethers. Her legs fell onto the cushion of the incredibly thick padding of the diaper as the wings lifted up to help the horny wolf take them and perfectly align them on either side.
“Brad! I wanna be your poopy diaper vixen aaaggaaiin!” Greta moaned, grinning from ear to ear as drool dribbled onto the floor.
“I know, I know! I just need to get these tapes done!” Brad desperately tried to get the tapes done up, each one that he secured making the vixen's stomach audibly groan. When he reached the final tape, the forces around her seemed to entirely dissipate, leaving the two of them alone.
“Yay! I can go poopy again!” Greta squealed, pulling herself towards the wolf, who was still on his knees, cock standing to attention “Watch me Brad!”
Her diaper once again started to fill with lumps of poop, each audible push from her muzzle creating more and more of it that once again stained the leak guards and threatened to force their way out of the confines of the diaper.
“Greta… fuck you’re…” Brad grabbed his dick, pumping slowly in front of her, his brain foggy from the incredible arousal he was feeling.
“I can fuck you Braddy! She grinned and crawled forward, the diaper now dragging along the floor with the weight of the mess inside it, her muzzle reaching his twitching dick as his breathing started to go up
“Gonna make slurpies for Brad!” she clapped her hands and licked at his tip, the wolf instantly letting go of his shaft and moaning loudly.
“Oh god…” he gasped, trying to find words between desperate breaths “Oh… god…”
Before he could react further the vixen's muzzle made its way over his cock, drooling dribbling down the shaft onto his balls and making him loudly moan, now completely consumed by the horny feelings in his mind. There was nothing else he could do but support himself on the floor as the vixen began suckling on his member, his eyes trying to focus on her eyes only to constantly move towards her diaper
Poop was continuing to fill the diaper behind the vixen, something Brad found himself unable to ignore as his hands grabbed at the high waistband of the diaper and pulled it upwards towards them. It smushed the contents around, pushing some further to the front and making Greta moan around his shaft, her attempts to get him off being hampered only by the drool covering the entirety of Brad's up thighs as she slobbered around him, her eyes empty of all other thoughts.
“Gr…Greta. I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna… gonna..”
With a sudden rush to his head he felt his cock explode into a shower of his seed, spraying it into Greta’s maw, the cum mixing with her drool and sliding down her muzzle. She slurped up every single drop that she could as Brad fell to the floor and lay face up looking at the ceiling, his mind and body all spent on the last half hour of incredible sexual experience.
“Bwaaaad” Greta pulled herself free as the wolf's cock pulsed with little spurts “I got a surprise for youuuuu!”
The wolf didn’t respond, simply breathing slowly and trying not to feint as blood stopped rushing to his nethers and back into his head. Just as focus was starting to return, he felt the hands of the vixen moving up his stomach, rubbing at his nipples as her face met his. Drool dribbled onto his cheeks as it fell off her muzzle, his own juices mixed in.
But she didn’t stop moving up his body. He watched as her breasts passed over his head, his snout rubbing in between them and running down her stomach until, inevitably, the diaper arrived, filled with poop and dragging along his chest. Unable to move any part of his body, the wolf could only moan and groan as she dragged it onto his muzzle, the poop resting on his nose as Greta finally stopped.
“POOPY!”
With a loud, almighty noise, another wave of poop filled the diaper over Brad's head. He didn’t care anymore, this was the greatest experience of his life. His cock spurted again involuntarily, shooting what was left up onto the vixens back.
“We’re gonna be like this from now on Brad! I’m your best poopy diaper vixen right?!”
If he could move, the wolf would’ve simply nodded as he fell into a fugue state and huffed as hard as he could…
