Tricked & Treated Part 8

Maisie and Sophie's humiliation rose to unprecedented levels.

As it swelled, so did their rage, their confusion, their fear. Yet now they were forced to face the reality of what garments had been sprung onto their unsuspecting forms. Sophie's eyes struck downwards as she shifted her feet, the crinkling sounded, and she froze - before one of her hands traced past the hem of her dress and felt the soft plastic. Her hand snapped away, like she had just burnt herself, before her face reddened as her arms took hold of the dress and hid the embarrassment, as though concealing it would make it go away.

Maisie almost twirled on the spot, looking like a dog chasing her tail as she arced her gaze over her shoulder to see her rear end seemingly swelled, the pastel colors barely covering the mass that now contained her hips and waist.

Maisie shrieked. Sophie roared. They didn't even want to admit it. They couldn't.

Yet it was Sophie who spoke. "Diapers?!" Her shrieking tone was almost drowned out by a sickened gasp from her shorter friend as a hand pressed against her behind, it was firm, and barely depressed against her touch, a crinkle was all that she heard in response.

"What the... why the... fuck!" Sophie stammered. She knew her anger meant little in the face of this woman's bizarre power, but the humiliation had penned her mind into a corner and her rational self held little sway in the face of all that had happened at the hands of this woman.

Lia chuckled in delight. She hadn't had this much fun in years. "Language!" She scolded. "And what's wrong? I think these outfits suit you much better."

Sophie wanted to lash out against this stranger, but the sudden adornment of a diaper on her form almost immobilized her mentally. To move with it on felt like a humiliation unto itself. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Sophie wailed.

Maisie was longing for her nudity, as she swallowed nervously, taking hold of them hem of her dress to remove it when Sophie spoke again. "This is sick! Do we look like fucking babies to you?!"

The short brunette chimed in. "Just fix us and we'll leave, okay?!" Her voice fearful, embarrassed, angry.

Lia's eyes darted between the pair. "Good point. You do look a little big for those outfits, I admit." She grinned. "So, lets fix you."

Before the women could respond, the wand flickered to life and a shining green light arced towards Sophie. She threw up her arms in defense, but it was a meaningless show of resistance, as the magic collided into her form.

Sophie screamed. Maisie gasped. Lia laughed.