It was Friday and you were excited for a nice and relaxing weekend. You had already made your plans for about a month now and today was finally the day. It was something you had wanted to try out ever since you found out it was a thing.
There was this one commercial you saw while browsing the Internet. They called it the babysitting service. No it had nothing to do with taking care of a baby, nor were there any babies involved at all. The title had to be read in a more literal sense.
As in a hot babe would sit on you. But that wasn't all. There was one thing that seperated this experience from the rest. You would undergo a drastic change for the duration of the service.
The transformation technology was still in it's infancy, funnily enough. Which made it quite insteresting that the babysitting service was already trying to profit off of it by turning the customers into diapers the women would wear, as well as use.
Of course you had your doubts about it. Just thinking about all the things that could go wrong would be enough to turn almost anyone away. But you had an intense desire to take part in this experience. Especially since you had a fetish for padded women.
Even better if you would be the padding. And now with the chance to book one of the girls for a weekend, you could make your dream a reality. It had been a few hours since you made the call and you wondered how she would look like.
How was her personality? What would she do with you? These questions were going through your head multiple times by now and every time you had a different mental image in your mind.
Finally the doorbell was ringing, releasing you from the agony of not knowing. However, when you opened the door you were quite confused. Not only didn't you see your "date" at first, there was also a group of people with filming equpiment present.
You didn't know why they were here. Atleast you didn't remember hearing about that, when you ordered the service. Speaking of, where was the girl. Looking around, you noticed something small in front of you.
It took a bit before you understood what you were looking at. It was no human that was clear. But what was it? Some sort of animal? Well, it did have fur and...wings. But what was it...uhh...she wearing? The feminine features on her body were quite hard to ignore.
Should...should you kneel down to talk to her, or would that be considered rude? You didn't got to decide that as she spoke up. "Are you the one who ordered the babysitting service?" Her sultry voice made you feel things you didn't even know you could feel.
You were about to answer her question when you remembered that there was a film crew right in front of your house. And from the looks of it, they were currently recording your conversation.
"You are the right person, aren't you?" She said using her wings to fly, so she could look at you directly. Noticing the way you glanced over to the cameras behind her, she looked back at you and came a little closer, whispering in your ear. "Oh don't worry about them. They were interested in the way we work. I told them you were ok with being filmed. You are, right? For me?"
You weren't sure how to respond to that. This was a little bit too much to take in. Those guys were filming you? What for? TV? So everyone could see you getting turned into a diaper by a strangely sexy...bat lady? Atleast that was what you assumed she was.
"You're a shy one, aren't you? Look, I'll make you a deal. This gig will be on the house, if you let them do their thing. Doesn't that sound nice?" She whispered, putting your arms around her waist.
There was a smug smile on her face showing one of her fangs. No matter what complaints you had before, she knew she had you. She could see it in your eyes. Shaking her butt until it was on top of your arms, you could feel what she was wearing beneath her outfit.
The distinct softness, the crinkling, it was unmistakenly a diaper. "This will be you." She said, this time not even whispering. She might not have been that tall or imposing, but she knew how to belittle you.
You were practically melting in her hands. "Miss Rouge, a question please." One of the guys behind the camera said. The bat girl turned around and flew over to the camera, relieving you of the pleasure of padded bat butt. "Sure, go ahead."
"I couldn't help but notice the way you were...taking care of your client. Is that also part of your service?" He asked.
"Oh certainly. Most of my clients just want to go straight to the point, but some like to be taken down a notch first. I notice right away what kind of person I'm paired up with and react accordingly. For example, I know for a fact that this one here likes to be humiliated."
The camera panned over to you, as you could only give a nervous smile, not liking the attention you just got. She wasn't wrong, but there was also a limit to how much humiliation you could take. And getting publically called out in front of a camera was just too much.
You wanted nothing more than to just run away and hide underneath your bed or something, but you knew that it wouldn't solve anything. It would only serve to make you seem even more awkward, so instead of doing anything, you just stood there.
Eventually they shifted their focus back on Rouge, who didn't seem to be bothered by this attention at all. You didn't quite follow the following conversation, being lost in thought about the way you had just humiliated yourself.
Thankfully you didn't have to think about that for long as the man Rouge was talking about asked her to proceed with her job. The bat lady went back over to you and took one of your hands, taking you back inside the house, despite not knowing where she was going.
She didn't tell you, but you knew she was looking for a specific room. But the more she dragged you around, the more you were starting to doubt that. The room you thought she would take you was the bathroom. That was just the first room that came to mind when someone would think about where to change a diaper.
But as soon as Rouge found that room, she turned around after looking at it for a bit. It almost seemed like she just wanted a tour of your house. But if that was the case she could have just asked you. Or was this also part of her service? The only way to truly know, would be to ask her. But right now you weren't confident enough to just do that.
Eventually you found yourself back in the living room, with Rouge silently nodding "Hm, hm. Ok, I think this will do." The living room? Was she going to turn you into a diaper in here?
"Miss Rouge if I'm allowed to ask, what do you mean by this will do?" The man with the microphone asked, probably thinking the same thing as you. "The house. It will do for the next three days." Rouge responded.
"Oh...right you mentioned how you were booked for this weekend. So you are going to stay in this house for the duration of the service?"
Rouge stretched herself, not looking at the man. "Probably. Haven't really decided yet. My own place is a bit...far away. And I guess it would be better to not leave this house unattended while it's owner isn't around."
She then looked over her shoulder in your direction. "So...are you ready yet?" She asked, starting to undress herself until she was only wearing a diaper and a bra. You had seen the promotional video enough times to know how this procedure would go down.
Only giving a nervous nod, the bat lady walked into your direction. Moments from now you would be nothing more than a worthless pamper adorning the behind of this woman. She took her time coming over to you, knowing full well that the anticipation was killing you.
The camera team was recording every step she took, not even once panning over to you, to show your reaction.Once she was close enough, she motioned for you to lay down, which you promptly did.
She then sat down on your crotch and slowly moved up your body, carefully pressing her padded behind against it. There was a number on the front of her diaper, you could see it rise as she came closer and closer. 33...34...35...
When she was finally at your face, the number was almost at 100. Rouge stood up and turned around, showing you her padded bottom again. Looking down on you, there was a smile on her face. "Have fun being strapped to my ass loser." She said, before dropping her padded butt down right on your face.
There was no impact, atleast nothing you could feel. Once she had hit your face, everything just went black. It took a while before you finally felt something again. Your arms...legs...no it felt more like your whole body was being stretched.
Somewhere in the distance you could hear voices, but they were too far away to make out what was being said. There was a small light in front of you, gradually growing bigger. As it did so, the voices seemed to become more clear as well.
After a while you could make out a few single words "So...he's...in...there...now?" It must have been the man with the microphone. The voice echoed around you and you felt like you were going to get a headache.
Then you could hear a laugh. "No...that is him. And he will stay like that until I release him." It was Rouge, her voice seemed crystal clear. As you tried to listen to the concersation the light became so incredibly strong that you had to close your eyes.
Once you did so it disappeared completely. Or to be more exact it got replaced by...your floor. Had your senses finally adjusted to the transformation? You didn't have much time to think about it as a giant hand obstructed your view.
Pushing part of your body in, you felt something touch you from the inside. It felt wet. "Knowing this isn't just any diaper, I always feel a bit...heated, if you get what I mean."
"I...umm..." The man didn't quite know what to say. You could hear him whisper to one of his colleagues not long after. "What would happen if you...you know?" He finally asked. Rouge could only smile at that.
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