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You are really telling her that it is okay for you to be eaten again? What has gotten into you? And this wolf has a surprise in store for you as well...\n\n[b]What to expect:[/b]\nI wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Description:
Are you crazy? You are really telling her that it is okay for you to be eaten again? What has gotten into you? And this wolf has a surprise in store for you as well...
What to expect:
I wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.","writing":"“Let's do it again. I want to experience being eaten by you another time.”\nYou can't believe what you just said. You're giving her the permission to eat you once more, yet you say it as calmly as you would order a pizza on the phone. \nWhitney didn't seem to expect that. “You want me to eat you again, snappy?” she questions you as if she didn't understand you the first time.\nYou nod. “It wasn't so bad. And if that means that you leave the other villagers in peace, then you can eat me as often as you like.”\nWhitney just stares at you, unsure if you are joking or not. But you mean it. You are dead serious. \n“What are you waiting for?” you ask her. “Your next meal is waiting.”\nShe is still staring at you and blinks twice, seemingly confused by your wish. But you can't really blame her. You are confused by your feelings as well. \n“P-Bug...” she begins. “If that is, what you really want, I'll gladly devour you again, snappy.”\n“I want that.” you nod once more.\n“But things have changed...” she says in a tone you can't really figure out. Doesn't she want to eat you anymore now that she knows that it won't kill you? \n“Don't say you don't want to eat me again!” you protest. Why are you even angry about that? Wasn't that some kind of progress this wolf was making?\n“No, no, I totally want to eat you. But there is something else I want to try, now that you come back to life every time, snappy!” she says and her voice is shaking with excitement.\nYou look at her with raised eyebrows. “Whitney, what are you planning?”\n“Do you trust me?” she asks.\nWell, what's the worst that could happen? You are invincible after all. “Fine. I trust you.”\nShe smiles. “Then get undressed. I don't want to digest your beautiful outfit.”\n“I was naked, when I woke up today. When you digest me now, everyone will see me naked, if I come back to your house to get my clothes.” you say.\n“Then I will come to your house with your clothes. No big deal, snappy.” she smiles. She is planning something and you don't know what it is or if you want to find out. But you already made your decision. And so you start undressing yourself until you stand in front of her naked. \n“Look at you, my precious little P-Bug, you are looking gorgeous.” she smiles. “And even better... delicious.”\nShe lets go of her towel and it falls to the ground, while she comes closer to you. Now she is completely naked as well. Her snow white, wet fur glistens in the light of the bathroom lamps. Her breasts round and her nipples hard. Her belly just a little chubby. And her pussy... you can't tell if it's damp with excitement or from the shower, but when she steps in front of you, she lifts up your chin with her hand and smiles. “My fangs are up here.”\nYou already know what is going to happen next. And of course it happens. She grabs you under your arms and lifts you up in the air. But this time she opens her maw right in front of your head. “Are you ready, P-Bug?” she asks. She still seems to be nervous about this. \n“Of course. Go on.” you smile. \nCarefully she lowers you into her gullet, face-first this time. Strands of saliva are dangling from her teeth as your head slides past them. You feel her tongue licking over your head, getting it slimy enough so you can glide further in. Whitney gulps a few times and each time, the slippery walls around you contract and you sink a little deeper into the cozy warmth of her stomach. Until you are completely inside of her. \n“Are you alright, P-Bug?” she asks and gives her belly a pat with both hands.\n“I'm fine.” you answer. You have positioned yourself in a fetal curl. It's more comfortable that way. Now you just listen to the sounds her body makes and wait for the digestion to start. You wouldn't mind doing this more often. The smell of her stomach isn't the best of course, but the feeling of the slimy warmth on your naked skin and the soothing sounds that surround you are making your worries disappear for a moment. A long moment... You close your eyes just for a while.\n\n“Tell me, when the digestion starts. I want to be ready to visit you, when you come back to life, snappy.” Whitney says. Her voice seems to come from far away. But she is so close to you. You smile. The air in here is somehow intoxicating. It smells... sour.\n“P-Bug!” Whitney says and gives her belly a squish.\nYou want to move your legs, but can't feel them anymore. “I think... it already started...” you mumble as you sink deeper into the blissful state of being melted away.\nYou could have sworn that Whitney answered you once more, but you aren't sure what she said. And somehow you don't really care anymore...\n\n~\n\nYou wake up in front of your house with a loud gasp for air. \n“Oh, you are finally awake, snappy. I feared that you wouldn't make it this time.” you hear Whitney's voice from beside you. \nYou turn your head an blink. There she stands. Her blue dress bulging out dangerously with your remains still sloshing in her belly. \n“How long did you wait here?” you ask.\n“About half an hour.” she says. “You were already lying here when I showed up, so I feared that it wouldn't work. That I really killed you this time, snappy.”\nYou slowly stand up. “Let's get inside before someone sees us.”\nThe wolf nods and follows you inside your home. She puts the bag she carries on your table and pulls your clothes out of it. “Here you go, snappy.” she smiles and wags her tail. It's really weird to see her like that. With every movement, her bloated belly sloshes around audibly. \nYou pull your clothes on. “I hope, I tasted well.”\n“Exquisitely!” she smiles. \n“And now? Will you dump my remains into another diaper? Are you wearing one right now?” you ask curiously. \n“Not yet. That's what I wanted to try with you.” she sheepishly says and pulls some flasks out of her bag. They are filled with liquids of different color. \nYou feel like she expects you to ask, so you do her the favor. “What's that?”\n“I'm glad you ask. These are magic potions. I got them from a mystical creature named Farley, snappy.” she explains with excitement.\nYou raise an eyebrow. “And what are those supposed to- Hey!” She suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you closer to her. \n“You said you trust me, didn't you?” she asks.\n“I... think so.”\n“Then open your mouth. You are going to like this.” she smiles.\nReluctantly you open your mouth and Whitney uncorks the first flask with the white fluid in it and pours it into you. You gulp it down quickly. The taste is kinda strange. Like baby powder in liquid form.\nYou blink twice. “And now? What's going to happen?”\nThen you start to feel it. Your body is starting to shrink and you somehow feel kind of soft. From the inside. You look at your limbs. They are getting flatter with every second. And suddenly you are blind. You can't stand upright anymore, but when you topple over, you don't feel any pain. It doesn't even make a sound. And then you are lifted up and get unfolded. Unfolded? Suddenly you can see again and you see how the ground moves away from you. Then you hear rustling and your limbs are stretched around something warm and furry. It feels like your whole body is hugging a warm stuffed animal except that this stuffed animal is moving.\n“P-Bug, look at you! You are looking great as my diaper!” Whitney exclaims and the world around you moves as she steps in front of a mirror in your room. You finally see what happened to you. Around Whitney's waist there is a diaper that has the color of the clothes you've worn. And the diaper has a face on its backside. Your face. When you move your eyes you can see your face in the reflection in the mirror doing the same. \n“Y-You transformed me?” you ask. Your voice sounds softer than usual.\n“Seems like I did, snappy.”, you hear her and suddenly you feel her fingers caressing your tummy. Or your back? You can't really tell the difference. Everything feels the same. It's like your front and your back are hugging Whitney's crotch at the same time. \nA look in the mirror reveals what she is doing. She runs her fingers along you, her diaper, feeling your texture. When her hand reaches your face, she gives it a soft squish. “Does that hurt?”\n“Not really.” you say. It's more of a weird stretching feeling, but not painful. \n“Oh my... I can't wait to use you, snappy.” she wags her tail.\n“Use me? Oh no...” you sigh, realizing what her plan was from the start.\n“Of course. I wanted to give you the chance of being my diaper and fill you up with your own remains once my body has broken yours down fully,” she explains. “And I hope you're going to like it.”\n“What makes you think that I'd like it?” you ask.\n“It seems that you love being as close to me as you can get, snappy. You wanted to be eaten again, so I figured you like being very close to me. And this is the closest you can be to me without being eaten again.” Whitney says.\nSounds absolutely logical to you. And arguing with her about that topic was pointless anyway.\n“So... when are you going to use me?” you sigh, knowing when to give up.\nShe gives her belly a pat. “A few hours from now, probably.”\n“You transform me now, when you are going to use me in a few hours?” you shout.\n“Really, P-Bug? That's what bugs you about this whole situation? Talk about real problems, snappy!” she laughs. “But fine... you shouldn't feel useless.”\nYou want to ask what she means by that now, as she slightly bends forward and sighs. You watch your reflection in the mirror as you hear a [i]Hiss[/i] and feel a warmth spreading over your body. The diaper in the mirror begins to swell in the front. No. It's your body that begins to swell. And somehow, you can feel a color. You feel yellow. Which is slightly confusing and new to you. But you won't complain.\nWhitney pats your body and straightens up again. “Happy now? You feel so squishy and warm. I really could get used to that feeling, you know?”\nShe is right. Your body feels squishy and warm. “I don't know if I can get used to that.” you say. \n“Give it time.” she smiles. \n\n~\n\nTime passes and you slowly become used to being a diaper. Whitney just waddles around and inspects your home, while you still hug her butt tightly. \n“What are you going to do with your second floor, snappy?” she asks, as she goes downstairs again after realizing that the room was totally empty.\n“I don't really know.” you say.\nA small fart escapes Whitney's anus and you pretend you didn't hear it.\n“Oh.” she says. “I think, you are on your way out.”\nYou try to prepare yourself. If you had a heart in your current condition, it would've started to race right now. \n“How do you want me to do it, snappy?” Whitney asks. You can feel how she is clenching her ass cheeks together now. “On all fours? While standing? Doubling over? Squatting on the ground?”\n“Just let it flow like you can't control it, but don't push at first. Let it come naturally. Show me your wild side.” you propose. \nShe is really concentrated right now to hold it in, but after you told her what to do, she relaxes her butt and lets nature take its course. “O-Okay. Here it comes.” she pants with excitement.\nThe first log of fresh wolf poop slowly stretches her anus and glides out into your padded form, where it begins to bulge out your diaper body. You can feel little spikes in the solid mass poking your insides. \n“Just in case you wonder, yes, it's your bones that are poking you there, snappy.” she grunts and you feel another wave of bone-filled mush stretching you out.\nYour face becomes bloated with her load and somehow you want to know how it looks right now from the outside. But at the moment Whitney isn't able to move. She is too busy with pushing. Haven't you said you didn't want her to push?\n“I-I'm sorry, P-Bug,” she whimpers. “But I can't hold back anymore.”\nShe places her hands on her knees so that her butt sticks out and gives a heartfelt push. But the wet crackling noise suddenly comes to a stop.\nWhitney inhales deeply and wiggles her rump which makes you a little dizzy. The content in your diaper body shifts and smears against her fur. It also reaches the last places of your poofy inside that were white before and now you feel quite dirty and brown.\n“Is something wrong?” you ask, because you still hear Whitney whimpering. \n“Just wait a second!” she groans and then you hear a loud [i]Plop[/i] followed by a heavy weight that's pressing against your insides. It creates a solid bulge that's certainly visible from the outside and you hear Whitney sighing with relief as the crackling noise returns and you get filled up more and more with muddy wolf poop. “That was your skull, P-Bug. They sometimes give me a hard time pushing them out, when they are lined up the wrong way, snappy.”\nNow you feel like you are almost overflowing with her mess that has been your old body a few hours ago and is now emptied out fully into your new body. \nYou feel her patting the backside of your bulgy form which results in a loud [i]Squelch[/i] and she sighs with a mixture of pleasure and relief. \n“What a load you've become. I bet you want to see what you look like! You have always been so full of yourself, but most probably never like this, snappy!” she snickers.\nAnswering her seems impossible. Your mouth is stretched so far that you can't open it. And you also have the feeling of having overeaten, because something is pressing on your belly from the inside and the outside simultaneously. At least that's how it feels like right now. The foul smell that is everywhere around you also adds to your nausea.\nWhitney carries you to the mirror and presents her backside. You look at yourself. Just as you expected. Your face is bloated up, like writing on a balloon. Your eyes are looking dull and impassive. And your body is filled to the brim with mush and bones. One of the many bulges that you can spot in the mirror looks like it could be your skull. Other bulges are more pointy and some are just from the massive load of squishy mess inside you.\n\n“I can't believe you let me do this, snappy.” Whitney says, while shaking her head. “But I'm far from done with you.”\nShe starts kneading your body and you know what she has in mind. And you don't have the strength to protest. It doesn't take long for her to start moaning. You look in the mirror. With trembling legs she is standing in the room and squishing your body, pressing her filth against her, pleasuring herself with it. “Y-Your mush and bones are feeling so good with how they rub against my clit, snappy!” you hear her moan.\nAnd suddenly she loses balance. You see the ground coming closer and a wet [i]Squelch[/i] is the last thing you hear.\n\n~\n\nYou wake up by the feeling of water that is running over your body. Your real body. You stretch your limbs and look around. Whitney is standing behind you, a shower head in her hands and cleans her poop off of you. The water that is going down the drain is brown and she carefully picks out the small bones that are still clinging on you, washes them and tosses them into a bowl next to the shower.\n“Ugh...” you say. “How did you transform me back?”\n“It happens automatically after 12 hours.” she smiles. “Sorry that I lost balance and almost squashed you, snappy.”\n“It's okay,” you wave aside. “It has been fun.”\nShe silently continues to clean you. It feels like there is a certain tension in the room. An unspoken question that needs to be asked. And after a while, you can't take it anymore. “So... is there something left of this potion?”\n“Unfortunately, you drank the whole flask, snappy.” she says.\n“That's sad.” you say. \n“But I have other potions that we can try out,” she smiles. “And I can also get more of them.”\nYou turn your head and smile. “Which one do we start with?”\n\n~\n\nWithin the next weeks your relationship with Whitney becomes more intimate. You can't really tell if love is involved in this and you don't want to ruin it by asking, but it is special nonetheless. Almost every day it is what you both call “tummy time”. Which means that she devours and digests you, only to transform your returned body into her diaper and use you to the full extent.\nBut it's not always a simple diaper. \n\nBy testing the different potions, you were transformed into different forms of protection. The pink potion transformed you into a pull-up diaper and Whitney came up with the brilliant idea to visit the museum, while your devoured body was churning in her stomach and you were hugging her butt as the pull-up. It was excellent timing that Whitney had to poop when you were in the insect room, because Blathers almost never enters that part of the museum.\nAs a pull-up you proved to not have the capacity to hold all of Whitney's mess and when she pushed out everything in one go, the first thing that happened was that you overflowed at the leg holes and the upper waistbands, but with the spiky bones constantly prodding against your thin fabric and poking holes inside of it, you suddenly heard a ripping noise. The next thing you remember is waking up in front of your home. That's when you both learned that ripping you apart as a diaper would end your life. 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And once she emptied the contents of her bowels inside of you, it didn't have much space in the back, so it traveled upwards and covered both of your bodies in hot, stinky filth. Obviously she just had to touch herself afterwards, massaging her breasts and smearing the mess into her fur. It took a few hours and a whole bottle of shampoo for her to clean herself, but she still smelled afterwards.\nShe used the green potion on you a second time when she traveled to the mountain on which Farley lived, because your padded body was keeping her warm in the cold air. This time she didn't eat you before, but of course she didn't refrain from using you on the way up and you were totally fine with that.\n\nAnd as Halloween was coming closer, you had gathered a decent collection of your own skulls and bones that you could use as decoration for your garden. If Whitney lets you do that, between all of that “tummy time” you have with her. You are very busy nowadays. Sometimes you are her food. Sometimes you are her diaper. But most of the time, you are both at once. \nRight now, you cuddle with her on your couch. Your head is resting on her swollen belly and you listen to the sound of the digestion that will turn your old body inside of her into a mushy load of fecal matter, ready to be disposed. Probably into your transformed body.\n“How can you be so tasty?” Whitney asks, while licking over your head, coating your hair in saliva. \n“You tell me.” you smile while looking up, directly into her gaping maw. You feel the urge to dive into it.\n“I really want to eat you again, snappy.” she licks your nose.\n“And what keeps you from doing it?” you begin to tickle her under her chin.\n“There is no diaper that can hold two P-Bug-sized loads.” she sighs.\nYou sit up. “Is that so? We still haven't tried the black potion.”\n“Okay, but we will try it first. If you can hold more than normal, I will definitely eat you twice tomorrow!” she says.\nSmiling, you stand up. You are really curious how you would look half-digested in her stomach, while waiting to be broken down into nutrients yourself. You grab the black potion from her bag, open the flask and chug it down. Ugh. Tastes like rubber.\n\nA few minutes later, Whitney stands in front of your mirror, a black latex suit covering her whole body. You hope that your tight form won't rip apart just from a bit of mush. \n“Are you ready, snappy?” Whitney asks, beginning to squat.\n“Always.” you answer.\nAnd then she pushes.\n\nThe end","writing_bbcode_parsed":"“Let's do it again. I want to experience being eaten by you another time.”
You can't believe what you just said. You're giving her the permission to eat you once more, yet you say it as calmly as you would order a pizza on the phone.
Whitney didn't seem to expect that. “You want me to eat you again, snappy?” she questions you as if she didn't understand you the first time.
You nod. “It wasn't so bad. And if that means that you leave the other villagers in peace, then you can eat me as often as you like.”
Whitney just stares at you, unsure if you are joking or not. But you mean it. You are dead serious.
“What are you waiting for?” you ask her. “Your next meal is waiting.”
She is still staring at you and blinks twice, seemingly confused by your wish. But you can't really blame her. You are confused by your feelings as well.
“P-Bug...” she begins. “If that is, what you really want, I'll gladly devour you again, snappy.”
“I want that.” you nod once more.
“But things have changed...” she says in a tone you can't really figure out. Doesn't she want to eat you anymore now that she knows that it won't kill you?
“Don't say you don't want to eat me again!” you protest. Why are you even angry about that? Wasn't that some kind of progress this wolf was making?
“No, no, I totally want to eat you. But there is something else I want to try, now that you come back to life every time, snappy!” she says and her voice is shaking with excitement.
You look at her with raised eyebrows. “Whitney, what are you planning?”
“Do you trust me?” she asks.
Well, what's the worst that could happen? You are invincible after all. “Fine. I trust you.”
She smiles. “Then get undressed. I don't want to digest your beautiful outfit.”
“I was naked, when I woke up today. When you digest me now, everyone will see me naked, if I come back to your house to get my clothes.” you say.
“Then I will come to your house with your clothes. No big deal, snappy.” she smiles. She is planning something and you don't know what it is or if you want to find out. But you already made your decision. And so you start undressing yourself until you stand in front of her naked.
“Look at you, my precious little P-Bug, you are looking gorgeous.” she smiles. “And even better... delicious.”
She lets go of her towel and it falls to the ground, while she comes closer to you. Now she is completely naked as well. Her snow white, wet fur glistens in the light of the bathroom lamps. Her breasts round and her nipples hard. Her belly just a little chubby. And her pussy... you can't tell if it's damp with excitement or from the shower, but when she steps in front of you, she lifts up your chin with her hand and smiles. “My fangs are up here.”
You already know what is going to happen next. And of course it happens. She grabs you under your arms and lifts you up in the air. But this time she opens her maw right in front of your head. “Are you ready, P-Bug?” she asks. She still seems to be nervous about this.
“Of course. Go on.” you smile.
Carefully she lowers you into her gullet, face-first this time. Strands of saliva are dangling from her teeth as your head slides past them. You feel her tongue licking over your head, getting it slimy enough so you can glide further in. Whitney gulps a few times and each time, the slippery walls around you contract and you sink a little deeper into the cozy warmth of her stomach. Until you are completely inside of her.
“Are you alright, P-Bug?” she asks and gives her belly a pat with both hands.
“I'm fine.” you answer. You have positioned yourself in a fetal curl. It's more comfortable that way. Now you just listen to the sounds her body makes and wait for the digestion to start. You wouldn't mind doing this more often. The smell of her stomach isn't the best of course, but the feeling of the slimy warmth on your naked skin and the soothing sounds that surround you are making your worries disappear for a moment. A long moment... You close your eyes just for a while.
“Tell me, when the digestion starts. I want to be ready to visit you, when you come back to life, snappy.” Whitney says. Her voice seems to come from far away. But she is so close to you. You smile. The air in here is somehow intoxicating. It smells... sour.
“P-Bug!” Whitney says and gives her belly a squish.
You want to move your legs, but can't feel them anymore. “I think... it already started...” you mumble as you sink deeper into the blissful state of being melted away.
You could have sworn that Whitney answered you once more, but you aren't sure what she said. And somehow you don't really care anymore...
~
You wake up in front of your house with a loud gasp for air.
“Oh, you are finally awake, snappy. I feared that you wouldn't make it this time.” you hear Whitney's voice from beside you.
You turn your head an blink. There she stands. Her blue dress bulging out dangerously with your remains still sloshing in her belly.
“How long did you wait here?” you ask.
“About half an hour.” she says. “You were already lying here when I showed up, so I feared that it wouldn't work. That I really killed you this time, snappy.”
You slowly stand up. “Let's get inside before someone sees us.”
The wolf nods and follows you inside your home. She puts the bag she carries on your table and pulls your clothes out of it. “Here you go, snappy.” she smiles and wags her tail. It's really weird to see her like that. With every movement, her bloated belly sloshes around audibly.
You pull your clothes on. “I hope, I tasted well.”
“Exquisitely!” she smiles.
“And now? Will you dump my remains into another diaper? Are you wearing one right now?” you ask curiously.
“Not yet. That's what I wanted to try with you.” she sheepishly says and pulls some flasks out of her bag. They are filled with liquids of different color.
You feel like she expects you to ask, so you do her the favor. “What's that?”
“I'm glad you ask. These are magic potions. I got them from a mystical creature named Farley, snappy.” she explains with excitement.
You raise an eyebrow. “And what are those supposed to- Hey!” She suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you closer to her.
“You said you trust me, didn't you?” she asks.
“I... think so.”
“Then open your mouth. You are going to like this.” she smiles.
Reluctantly you open your mouth and Whitney uncorks the first flask with the white fluid in it and pours it into you. You gulp it down quickly. The taste is kinda strange. Like baby powder in liquid form.
You blink twice. “And now? What's going to happen?”
Then you start to feel it. Your body is starting to shrink and you somehow feel kind of soft. From the inside. You look at your limbs. They are getting flatter with every second. And suddenly you are blind. You can't stand upright anymore, but when you topple over, you don't feel any pain. It doesn't even make a sound. And then you are lifted up and get unfolded. Unfolded? Suddenly you can see again and you see how the ground moves away from you. Then you hear rustling and your limbs are stretched around something warm and furry. It feels like your whole body is hugging a warm stuffed animal except that this stuffed animal is moving.
“P-Bug, look at you! You are looking great as my diaper!” Whitney exclaims and the world around you moves as she steps in front of a mirror in your room. You finally see what happened to you. Around Whitney's waist there is a diaper that has the color of the clothes you've worn. And the diaper has a face on its backside. Your face. When you move your eyes you can see your face in the reflection in the mirror doing the same.
“Y-You transformed me?” you ask. Your voice sounds softer than usual.
“Seems like I did, snappy.”, you hear her and suddenly you feel her fingers caressing your tummy. Or your back? You can't really tell the difference. Everything feels the same. It's like your front and your back are hugging Whitney's crotch at the same time.
A look in the mirror reveals what she is doing. She runs her fingers along you, her diaper, feeling your texture. When her hand reaches your face, she gives it a soft squish. “Does that hurt?”
“Not really.” you say. It's more of a weird stretching feeling, but not painful.
“Oh my... I can't wait to use you, snappy.” she wags her tail.
“Use me? Oh no...” you sigh, realizing what her plan was from the start.
“Of course. I wanted to give you the chance of being my diaper and fill you up with your own remains once my body has broken yours down fully,” she explains. “And I hope you're going to like it.”
“What makes you think that I'd like it?” you ask.
“It seems that you love being as close to me as you can get, snappy. You wanted to be eaten again, so I figured you like being very close to me. And this is the closest you can be to me without being eaten again.” Whitney says.
Sounds absolutely logical to you. And arguing with her about that topic was pointless anyway.
“So... when are you going to use me?” you sigh, knowing when to give up.
She gives her belly a pat. “A few hours from now, probably.”
“You transform me now, when you are going to use me in a few hours?” you shout.
“Really, P-Bug? That's what bugs you about this whole situation? Talk about real problems, snappy!” she laughs. “But fine... you shouldn't feel useless.”
You want to ask what she means by that now, as she slightly bends forward and sighs. You watch your reflection in the mirror as you hear a Hiss and feel a warmth spreading over your body. The diaper in the mirror begins to swell in the front. No. It's your body that begins to swell. And somehow, you can feel a color. You feel yellow. Which is slightly confusing and new to you. But you won't complain.
Whitney pats your body and straightens up again. “Happy now? You feel so squishy and warm. I really could get used to that feeling, you know?”
She is right. Your body feels squishy and warm. “I don't know if I can get used to that.” you say.
“Give it time.” she smiles.
~
Time passes and you slowly become used to being a diaper. Whitney just waddles around and inspects your home, while you still hug her butt tightly.
“What are you going to do with your second floor, snappy?” she asks, as she goes downstairs again after realizing that the room was totally empty.
“I don't really know.” you say.
A small fart escapes Whitney's anus and you pretend you didn't hear it.
“Oh.” she says. “I think, you are on your way out.”
You try to prepare yourself. If you had a heart in your current condition, it would've started to race right now.
“How do you want me to do it, snappy?” Whitney asks. You can feel how she is clenching her ass cheeks together now. “On all fours? While standing? Doubling over? Squatting on the ground?”
“Just let it flow like you can't control it, but don't push at first. Let it come naturally. Show me your wild side.” you propose.
She is really concentrated right now to hold it in, but after you told her what to do, she relaxes her butt and lets nature take its course. “O-Okay. Here it comes.” she pants with excitement.
The first log of fresh wolf poop slowly stretches her anus and glides out into your padded form, where it begins to bulge out your diaper body. You can feel little spikes in the solid mass poking your insides.
“Just in case you wonder, yes, it's your bones that are poking you there, snappy.” she grunts and you feel another wave of bone-filled mush stretching you out.
Your face becomes bloated with her load and somehow you want to know how it looks right now from the outside. But at the moment Whitney isn't able to move. She is too busy with pushing. Haven't you said you didn't want her to push?
“I-I'm sorry, P-Bug,” she whimpers. “But I can't hold back anymore.”
She places her hands on her knees so that her butt sticks out and gives a heartfelt push. But the wet crackling noise suddenly comes to a stop.
Whitney inhales deeply and wiggles her rump which makes you a little dizzy. The content in your diaper body shifts and smears against her fur. It also reaches the last places of your poofy inside that were white before and now you feel quite dirty and brown.
“Is something wrong?” you ask, because you still hear Whitney whimpering.
“Just wait a second!” she groans and then you hear a loud Plop followed by a heavy weight that's pressing against your insides. It creates a solid bulge that's certainly visible from the outside and you hear Whitney sighing with relief as the crackling noise returns and you get filled up more and more with muddy wolf poop. “That was your skull, P-Bug. They sometimes give me a hard time pushing them out, when they are lined up the wrong way, snappy.”
Now you feel like you are almost overflowing with her mess that has been your old body a few hours ago and is now emptied out fully into your new body.
You feel her patting the backside of your bulgy form which results in a loud Squelch and she sighs with a mixture of pleasure and relief.
“What a load you've become. I bet you want to see what you look like! You have always been so full of yourself, but most probably never like this, snappy!” she snickers.
Answering her seems impossible. Your mouth is stretched so far that you can't open it. And you also have the feeling of having overeaten, because something is pressing on your belly from the inside and the outside simultaneously. At least that's how it feels like right now. The foul smell that is everywhere around you also adds to your nausea.
Whitney carries you to the mirror and presents her backside. You look at yourself. Just as you expected. Your face is bloated up, like writing on a balloon. Your eyes are looking dull and impassive. And your body is filled to the brim with mush and bones. One of the many bulges that you can spot in the mirror looks like it could be your skull. Other bulges are more pointy and some are just from the massive load of squishy mess inside you.
“I can't believe you let me do this, snappy.” Whitney says, while shaking her head. “But I'm far from done with you.”
She starts kneading your body and you know what she has in mind. And you don't have the strength to protest. It doesn't take long for her to start moaning. You look in the mirror. With trembling legs she is standing in the room and squishing your body, pressing her filth against her, pleasuring herself with it. “Y-Your mush and bones are feeling so good with how they rub against my clit, snappy!” you hear her moan.
And suddenly she loses balance. You see the ground coming closer and a wet Squelch is the last thing you hear.
~
You wake up by the feeling of water that is running over your body. Your real body. You stretch your limbs and look around. Whitney is standing behind you, a shower head in her hands and cleans her poop off of you. The water that is going down the drain is brown and she carefully picks out the small bones that are still clinging on you, washes them and tosses them into a bowl next to the shower.
“Ugh...” you say. “How did you transform me back?”
“It happens automatically after 12 hours.” she smiles. “Sorry that I lost balance and almost squashed you, snappy.”
“It's okay,” you wave aside. “It has been fun.”
She silently continues to clean you. It feels like there is a certain tension in the room. An unspoken question that needs to be asked. And after a while, you can't take it anymore. “So... is there something left of this potion?”
“Unfortunately, you drank the whole flask, snappy.” she says.
“That's sad.” you say.
“But I have other potions that we can try out,” she smiles. “And I can also get more of them.”
You turn your head and smile. “Which one do we start with?”
~
Within the next weeks your relationship with Whitney becomes more intimate. You can't really tell if love is involved in this and you don't want to ruin it by asking, but it is special nonetheless. Almost every day it is what you both call “tummy time”. Which means that she devours and digests you, only to transform your returned body into her diaper and use you to the full extent.
But it's not always a simple diaper.
By testing the different potions, you were transformed into different forms of protection. The pink potion transformed you into a pull-up diaper and Whitney came up with the brilliant idea to visit the museum, while your devoured body was churning in her stomach and you were hugging her butt as the pull-up. It was excellent timing that Whitney had to poop when you were in the insect room, because Blathers almost never enters that part of the museum.
As a pull-up you proved to not have the capacity to hold all of Whitney's mess and when she pushed out everything in one go, the first thing that happened was that you overflowed at the leg holes and the upper waistbands, but with the spiky bones constantly prodding against your thin fabric and poking holes inside of it, you suddenly heard a ripping noise. The next thing you remember is waking up in front of your home. That's when you both learned that ripping you apart as a diaper would end your life. Also, Whitney got a ban from the museum a few days later, when Blathers discovered the that the feces in the insect room weren't a wrongly placed coprolite.
The next potion was a translucent one that transformed you into see-through plastic panties. It was weird being filled with pee and hearing it sloshing around in your crinkly form without your body absorbing it. It reminded you of listening to the ocean, but when Whitney finally packed you full with poop shortly afterwards, it was more like walking through a swamp, in regards of sound and smell. In this form you didn't have eyes, so you could only hear, feel and smell what she was doing to you. It was an intensive experience.
A green potion transformed you into a diaper so big that she used the tapes as suspenders. You even covered her breasts with your body and felt them rubbing against your fabric every time she moved. And once she emptied the contents of her bowels inside of you, it didn't have much space in the back, so it traveled upwards and covered both of your bodies in hot, stinky filth. Obviously she just had to touch herself afterwards, massaging her breasts and smearing the mess into her fur. It took a few hours and a whole bottle of shampoo for her to clean herself, but she still smelled afterwards.
She used the green potion on you a second time when she traveled to the mountain on which Farley lived, because your padded body was keeping her warm in the cold air. This time she didn't eat you before, but of course she didn't refrain from using you on the way up and you were totally fine with that.
And as Halloween was coming closer, you had gathered a decent collection of your own skulls and bones that you could use as decoration for your garden. If Whitney lets you do that, between all of that “tummy time” you have with her. You are very busy nowadays. Sometimes you are her food. Sometimes you are her diaper. But most of the time, you are both at once.
Right now, you cuddle with her on your couch. Your head is resting on her swollen belly and you listen to the sound of the digestion that will turn your old body inside of her into a mushy load of fecal matter, ready to be disposed. Probably into your transformed body.
“How can you be so tasty?” Whitney asks, while licking over your head, coating your hair in saliva.
“You tell me.” you smile while looking up, directly into her gaping maw. You feel the urge to dive into it.
“I really want to eat you again, snappy.” she licks your nose.
“And what keeps you from doing it?” you begin to tickle her under her chin.
“There is no diaper that can hold two P-Bug-sized loads.” she sighs.
You sit up. “Is that so? We still haven't tried the black potion.”
“Okay, but we will try it first. If you can hold more than normal, I will definitely eat you twice tomorrow!” she says.
Smiling, you stand up. You are really curious how you would look half-digested in her stomach, while waiting to be broken down into nutrients yourself. You grab the black potion from her bag, open the flask and chug it down. Ugh. Tastes like rubber.
A few minutes later, Whitney stands in front of your mirror, a black latex suit covering her whole body. You hope that your tight form won't rip apart just from a bit of mush.
“Are you ready, snappy?” Whitney asks, beginning to squat.
“Always.” you answer.
And then she pushes.
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