Mind Changer Chapter 4

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Mind Changer Part 4

Ashely immediately slipped back into a memory of her two days ago. She was playing her absolute favorite game to unwind with on a Friday afternoon, Overwatch. “Yeah fucking take that, Bitch!” She yelled while melting a Wilson. She smiled as the enemy dropped to floor, the classic “ENEMY ELIMATED 86” flashed at the bottom of the screen. Her hands blazed across the controller, reacting to everything she saw on the screen almost flawlessly. It wasn’t a big deal or anything, but she noted after a few more minutes of playing that she had some pressure in her bladder. Nothing that urgent, but she could definitely hit the bathroom soon. She slightly frowned at the idea of having to get up, “Damn bladder” she thought. 

The memory started to blur around her though. Her outfit began to change slowly, morphing away from her normal tank top and shorts. Instead grew a light pink t-shirt and a puffy diaper around her waist. The diaper was much thicker than any kind of store bought one. It was incredibly thick, and obviously had a few boosters in them. They without a doubt were made for someone who had no business making it to the potty on time. “Yeah fucking take that, Bitch!” She yelled at the screen. A few moments passed, and from Ashely’s perspective, the only thing that was really going on was her playing this wonderful game. In reality though, she was thoroughly soaking the diaper around her waist. She had absolutely no clue that she was having a heavy wetting accident, not even registering that her diaper was warming fast around her crotch. The feeling was almost as familiar as breathing or feeling air on your skin. She’d been wetting diapers her entire life, why should she notice this one? Wet or dry, she really couldn’t tell the difference anymore even if she tried. Her diapers were just an ever changing state that she simply didn’t care about even in the slightest. Even if she did want to care, she was way too far away from potty training to even being trying. Her parents had reasoned with her that she could get into daytime pull-ups AT BEST, but even then she’d probably still have wet crescent stains around her crotch at least once or twice a day. So, it was nothing but thick, thirsty diapers for the rest of her life. And honestly, Ashely couldn’t be happier about it.

Ashely’s memory faded, as she came back to earth to a naked, well except for a pull-up around her waist, Renee beneath her. She was on top of Renee, with a massive diaper now around her waist. The two locked eyes for a moment, then instantly locked lips into a sloppy make out. 

“Mmm… Oh god fuck yes.” Renee moaned, throwing her hands around Ashely’s thick diaper. She squeezed her hands with all her might to really get a feel of that diapered ass. She was in pure ecstasy, she didn’t even notice herself grinding onto Ashely’s thick diaper. She was so fucking horny from everything, she was almost not able to think. All that was running through her mind was how much she loved Ashely’s soft lips, and her thick, wet diaper.

“I want this. I want this for the rest of my fucking life.” Ashely said in between breaths. All the excitement had gone right into her diaper, as it started to warm even more around her crotch. She was letting lose into her every increasing soaked diaper. This was just the way she wanted though, she couldn’t even get off without a wet diaper, it’s been like that her whole life.

“Be my diapered brain dead slut forever, Ashely.” Renee said, feeling herself getting close to edging.

“You want that, Baby? You want me to just wet and mess my diapers all day for you? You want me crawling around all dumb, and absolutely soaked for you?” Ashely said, she’d never felt this horny in her entire life. She wanted to cum in her diaper on top of her friend more than anything she’d ever wanted in life before. 

“Mmmm Fuck yes,  be my brain dead diaper wearing slut. All I want you to do is completely mess yourself, and just cum in you diaper over, and over, and over again. All I want you to fucking think about is diapers in that dumb little head of yours.” Renee said with such ferocity, and sexually lust in her voice. Her ultimate fantasies were just spilling out of her, as well as her pull-up’d crotch, as it warmed with her dribbling pee.

Ashely suddenly stopped humping her bestest diaper friend and looked her right in the eyes. “You really mean that?” She said with genuine curiosity. A small voice inside of her told her that it wasn’t good that she loved the idea of that so much. But the much larger, sexually charged part of her didn’t even give somewhat of a fuck. She wanted more, she wanted to sink even further, she wanted to be diaper brained.

Renee bit her bottom lip at her friend’s response. “Why don’t we sink you even farther into diapers? Wouldn’t you say?” Renee said with devilish smile. Ashely smiled back, and feverously shook her head yes. 

“Make me fucking dumb as shit.” Ashely said, kissing her way down Renee’s neck. She made it all the way to her nipples. Ashely sucked perfectly on them, as she pushed two fingers onto Renee’s diapered clit. She ever so slowly rubbed in circles to make Renee go crazy. 

Renee just couldn’t handle it any longer after that. Any kind of doubt of what she was about to say into the device went right out of the window. She grabbed the remote, clicked on the button and said, “All Ashely can think about in her mind is diapers.” Ashely sucked as hard as she could on Renee’s nipples in response. She closed her eyes and waited for the device to take her away.

It started with the memory of her in math class this week. The teacher droned on about how the order of integration matters when you take a double integral. “God this is so fucking boring, it’s obvious the answer is…” Her vision started to blur. The entire memory seemed like it was spinning for a second. She couldn’t focus on anything, until it all suddenly came screeching back. She looked around the room for a second, and quickly realized it was all different. She was sitting criss cross apple sauce on top of a rug. A special education teacher was holding up a simple children’s book in front of her.

“Okay Ashely, now what is this word?” The teacher said, pointing the simple word ‘Apple’. Ashely stared at the word…. And stared some more…. Slowly her vision just became a dumb blank stare. Her mind couldn’t even slightly comprehend what was in front of her. All that she could even muster was wonderful her thick diaper felt around her waist, and how nice and warm it was getting all of a sudden. The teacher just rolled her eyes, “Ashely!” She yelled. Ashely shook her head from it’s daze. 

“Huh, whu teasher?” She said lazily, not really sure what the problem was. Her mind felt so much simpler now. Social ques, worries, basic knowledge, it was all out the window now. Just bubbly thoughts of diapers.

“Sigh, what is this word?” She said, pointing again. Ashely looked really hard, as it suddenly came to her. Her brain lit up in joy at actually getting the right answer.

“Diapie!!” She said, her mind flooding with thoughts of baby diapers, thick adult diapers, how much she loved being in her diapers, and how squishy they suddenly felt when you pushed really hard. She wanted to prove even more how smart she was, “Yeah das deffinetwy diapie, my wove diapies. I wanna be in diapies fo’ eva teasher. Day jus, ugh Diapies! Me jus… diapies diapies diapies! You wove diapies too?” She said, completely convinced she said something as scholarly as a college professor. Her mind couldn’t even hold onto a single coherent string of words before being blasted with another wave a happy diaper thoughts. A dumb drolly smiled looked up at the teacher, as the world started to slowly come back to her.

“Oooo wes! Wes wes!” Ashely squealed with a drool covered mouth. Renee was rubbing the front of her diaper hard and fast to really get her off. 

“Mm that’s right my dumb diaper slut, can’t think of shit can you?” Renee said, rubbing her own diapered clit with her free hand. Ashely just nodded in response.

“My diapie it…. Jus…. Aaahhah diapie feews…. So diapie…. Wove my diapie….” She just spilled out of her mouth. The combination of sexual stimulant on her already broken mind was just too much. She started just gurgling gibberish. “Diapo… dia…. Daa…. Dapa….. da da da….. daaaa…..” 

Renee’s wicked smile grew wider with each bout of nonsense that came out of her new diaper slave’s mouth. Her hands began moving at a blazing speed as she started moving toward her climax. “MMM fuck yes diapie slave. That’s right, you’re fucking mine forever. We’re gonna be filling our diapers for the rest of our fucking lives. Mm yes you’re so fucking dumb, so fucking retarded now. Oh… Oh…. OH… OHH!” She screamed, reaching an earth-shattering orgasm at the same time as Ashely. The two of them fell back into the bed as wave after wave of sexual explosions erupted inside of them. 

Ashely’s mind wasn’t even accessible to her. She was blank, it was as if every single light had gone off in her. All she felt was another wave of sexual ecstasy crashing into her. She was gone, and it’d be a while until what few lights she had left turned back on.

Renee panted her exhaustion out. She stared up at the ceiling with only one thought passing through her mind. “More.” She said, sitting up in the bed. “If I could get one diapered slut, maybe I could get another?” She thought to herself. Her mind wandered to Miranda. Another wicked smile grew across her face. She looked down at her friend, drool pooled next to her mouth. Her expression was completely blank, and absolutely no words were coming out of her mouth. “Should I get another baby in here…” She mused, looking at the completely full diaper around Ashely’s waist. “Or… should I get a mommy for the two of us?” She said, looking into the mirror across them. The reflection showed two naked girls, one laying down in a diaper, the other sitting up in a pull-up. She flicked her eyebrows up and down, “Oh, I know what I want…” She said, grabbing the device. Her fingers eagerly pressed down on the button, and opened her mouth to speak…