Chapter Two
“Do you care to tell me what’s going on, Damon?” Mother says with a horribly icy stare. I should probably explain a few things.
My mother is the most prudish, the most horrifically stuck up woman that you would ever wish to meet. So when she happens to stumble across your big box of diapers, you know you’re in for a storm.
I was speechless. Gobsmacked. How the hell did this happen? The box was meant to turn up, it would be given to me, and all would be well. I should be in diapered heaven right now!
“Speak to me, Damon.” She hissed, keeping her eyes firmly on me. “I want an explanation.”
“I…” I stuttered. “I…why did you open my b-box?”
“Well, Damon.” She said sharply. “When a box arrives at my door, with the name ‘D. Love’ on it, I’m rather likely to assume it’s for me, aren’t I?”
Shit. ‘D. Love’ is my mother’s name as well as mine. Her first name is Diana. Fuck! Why didn’t I think of that?
“Somehow, I don’t think this is where your problems end, Damon.” She says, taking a sheet of paper out of the bottom of the box. She reads it out to me.
“Dear Diaper Lover, thank your for making your order with ‘Aww so Cute’ We hope you enjoy these diapers and make further orders with us in future.”
She screws the paper up in a ball and throws it on the floor.
“So that’s what you are, is it? A diaper lover?” She spits the words at me, like they’re poison on the end of her tongue.
Mother looks over at my desk; at my laptop.
“Give me your laptop.” She says bluntly, with no hint of emotion in her eyes. The lack of sympathy on her face scares me, so I hand her my laptop.
“I’m going to have a little look on here.” She says. “And if I don’t like what I see…”
“…You’re in for a world of trouble, young man.”
*
The rest of my Sunday I spend on edge. I see mother a couple of times downstairs, in the lounge on my laptop. I don’t know what it is she’s looking at, but I know it isn’t good. Every now and then she casts an evil look my way and writes something down in a notepad. All I know for sure is, I know exactly what kind of stuff is in my internet history…
From what I can gather, Mother hasn’t said anything to Freya. Father is away on business at the moment, so I doubt she’s said anything to him. I mean, how would you explain that to someone? You’re son loves to dress up in baby clothes, how d’ya fancy that?
It’s not until the next morning that things really begin to escalate. And boy, do they escalate.
WHEN I GO downstairs the next morning, everything feels a little…strange. The house is too quiet. Despite only having three residents and two staff, you can normally feel the hustle and bustle of the place. But it’s deadly quiet. Silent.
I head into the lounge, stepping carefully as though the floor will crumble beneath me if I don’t tread lightly enough.
“Good morning, Damon.”
I hear an unfamiliar voice as I open the door to the lounge. I jump, and turn to see a young woman. She can’t be any older than her early twenties. She has long brown hair, put up into a pony tail and soft features covered very lightly with a little blush and some mascara.
However it’s not her face that confused me. It’s her uniform.
A nurses uniform…
“Please, Damon.” She says softly. “Take a seat.” She gestures at the seat opposite her. I look at her unsurely.
“Umm…” I sit tentatively on the edge of the seat. “Who are you?”
Her smile broadens, but I’m a little unsure about her still.
“Haha,” she laughs. “It’s natural for you to feel a little uneasy. You don’t know me, after all.”
“You still haven’t told me.” I say, without meaning for the words to come out quite so sharply.
“My name is Kate.” She says. “More specifically, Nurse Kate. Your mother sent for me.”
“She sent for you?” I laugh frantically. “What does that even mean?”
She grins his way, but then composes herself and straightens her face.
“Well, your mother brought a little…issue to my attention.” She says as she gets out the notebook that mother was writing in last night. A shiver runs down my spine.
“I’ve been studying your mother’s notes this morning.” She says with a little smirk. “She made lists of all the websites, all the different videos you’d been watching, that she thought were worthy of noting.”
Kate flicked through the notebook, raising her eyebrows here and there as though impressed.
“Well, somebody certainly has some…peculiar interests.” She smirked my way. “Girls messing their diapers, girls pissing their diapers, Girls face-sitting with diapers on? You are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” She grins slyly my way.
I couldn’t say anything. What was I supposed to say?
“I’m… I’m sorry?” I wasn’t sure what else to add other than that.
“You’re sorry?” she laughed in disbelief. “What is there to be sorry about? You’re a baby. You like to wear diapers, you like to see girls in diapers. You’re a baby and a pervert and a dirty little boy, aren’t you, Damon?”
“Were you really sent here by my mother?” I ask unsurely. This woman seems a bit unorthodox for my mother’s taste. I’m not even sure if she’s a real nurse.
“Your mother and sister and gone away for a little while.” She says, putting the notepad aside and shuffling forward on the chair slightly. “And have left you in my care for the time being. I’ve been employed to rid you of your…” She looks me up and down and smiles. “…affliction.”
Wednesday 19 August 2015
Tuesday 18 August 2015
Nurse Kate: Chapter One
Chapter One
Damon was an ABDL. And if you don’t know what that stands for, you’re probably reading the wrong story. After all, this story is about being an ABDL, and what being an ABDL can lead to, if you’re lucky.
Damon was one of thousands of very unique people. Most people, when they reach about three years old, are fully toilet trained. They are no longer required to wear diapers and and no longer have wet nappies sag between their legs.
ABDL’s, however, are special.
ABDL’s are so in touch with their baby selves, that after a few years of being toilet trained, they discover they aren’t all that fond of it. They go online, talk to other ABDL’s and buy diapers and wear them.
If you’re reading this, you’re most likely one of them.
Anyway…where was I…
Ah yes! Damon! Damon was an ABDL who lived in the country with his parents and older sister, Jess. He was sixteen years old and still coming to terms with his sexual self. His older sister was twenty, and looked after him to the very best of her ability. But in some cases, more help is required…as we are about to find out…
*
I hover the mouse over ‘Checkout’. My hand shakes. This is madness. I can’t really be doing this, can I? I cast my eyes over to my basket in the corner and look at my selection. An eight pack of ‘Aww so Cute’ diapers. I can’t believe this is really happening!
I put my hand over my eyes and click without thinking.
Congratulations on your purchase!
“Oh my God…” I say aloud. “I actually did it.”
This is my first ever diaper purchase. And I’m almost pissing myself with excitement! (Ironically...)
I’m sixteen years old, and have loved wearing diapers ever since I was first kicked out of them. I’ve always loved the way they feel, how they look.
But since I was taken out of them, they’ve been pretty hard to come by. I’ve managed to get hold of my little cousin’s a couple of times, but they just aren’t the same.
I want a big diaper that dwarfs me and makes me feel like a little baby again. I want something that splays my thighs apart and soaks up more pee than I can even make!
And now one will be mine…
“Damon!” I hear the maid call from downstairs. “It’s time for your dinner!”
I shut my laptop lid and thunder down the stairs into the living room. Jess is already at the table when I get down there, sitting at the table eating her food.
“Hey, squirt.” She says as she sees me come into the kitchen. Jess always calls me squirt. She’s only four years older than me but is about a foot taller. I stand at a pathetic 5’0, which for a male is pretty short.
She’s sat at the table wearing her dressing gown, which much to my dismay, reveals her ample bosom. Sure, she’s my sister, but a rack’s a rack, and I’m a horny teenager who is desperately awaiting his first pack of diapers.
“Hey, gigantor.” I reply, sticking my tongue out at her. She laughs as I sit down for dinner.
Now, I don’t want to sound big headed or anything. But my family is rich. Ridiculously rich. The fact that we have a maid, a manor house in the country and chefs who cook our food for us stands testament to that. I just wanted to clear that up with you. It’s not really something I’m proud of. I prefer people not to know how well off my family is.
“So, did anything exciting happen with you two today?” Mother asks as the maid, Laura, puts a bowl of soup in front of me. Jess makes a ‘pff’ noise.
“It’s the weekend, mom. How much do you think is gonna happen?”
“Well, I don’t know…” Mother says. “What about you, Damon?”
I bite my tongue. The only thing I can think about is my purchase. By tomorrow morning, a box will arrive with my name on it, and it’ll be full to the brim with adult-sized, teddy bear printed, diapers.
“Nothing much,” I lie, despite the building of butterflies in my stomach.
Dinner is pretty silent after that. Mom doesn’t ask any more questions. She gets that Jess doesn’t really want to talk, and she doesn’t know about my diaper delivery, but she gathers that something is up. She doesn’t press me.
I wolf down my dinner and run upstairs to my room. It’s the smallest room in the entire house, but it still bigger than most normal bedrooms. I have a double bed in the middle and various anime statues and posters around.
I jump into my bed and giggle to myself in glee. It feels like Christmas. And you know the number one rule about Christmas. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner it’s Christmas. When I woke up, I would have a box of diapers ready for me.
*
I feel well-rested in the morning. Like, ridiculously well rested. I look at my clock and see it’s 10:30. I suddenly realise I hadn’t naturally woken up, there was a banging on my door that must have stirred me out of my sleep.
“Damon Aiden Love.” I hear my mother growl as she bangs on the door again. “I suggest you get your ass out of bed and out of that room before I beat the door down.”
My blood turns to ice. What the hell is she so angry about?
I quickly hop out of bed, throwing my dressing gown around me and heading to the door. I turn the handle, and before I have a chance to open it, Mother’s barges into the room holding a cardboard box.
“Care to explain this?” She asks. Her gaze burns into me as she upends the box and eight ‘Aww so Cute’ diapers fall out onto the floor…
I’m fucked…
Monday 17 August 2015
That's Just Peachy: Chapter One
That’s just Peachy
Chapter One
Mario was at the final castle. The Princess just had to be here. Didn’t she? He had travelled for so long and come so far, and he was finally here. In the final room, of the final castle, to face his nemesis for the final time.
He had dropped through a pipe onto an island. An island surrounded by searing red magma and burning molten rock.
“You shouldn’t have come here, plumber.” He heard a grumbling from beneath him. The ground shook under his feet, before splitting in two before him.
Out of the earth, emerged the man of the hour. Bowser. He towered, ten feet tall over Mario’s squat self. He could feel Bowser’s hot, fiery breath wash over him as he grinned.
“You care so much for Peach that you would die for her?” He laughed, throwing his head back. “Bwahaha!”
Mario nodded. “That’s-a not gonna happen today.” Mario said, squaring up to his massive form.
“So be it…” Bowser said sternly. He leapt into the air and landed hard, splitting the ground beneath him. The island they were both stood on split into two and a river of lava formed between them.
From above, a cage was lowered from the ceiling.
“Now, welcome the star of the show.” Bowser laughed as Peach stuck out a desperate, white-gloved hand as though it might reach her plumber if she stretched hard enough.
“Mario!” she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Mario felt a fire within him. A rage. A fury. Seeing the love of his life, dangled in a cage above a lake of lava.
“Ahhhh!!!!” He screamed, launching himself at Bowser and striking him between the eyes.
The Koopa fell to the floor, stunned, flat on his back.
“Don’t ever touch my girl again.” He said, grabbing him by his enormous scaly tail and spinning with all his might.
“So long-a Bowser.” He laughed as he launched the Koopa into the lake of lava and watched him bounce away into the distance and over the horizon. A power star emerged from the sky, and landed in the centre of the island.
THE CAGE ABOVE him lowered down and onto the island.
“Mario…” Peach gasped in joy, taking his hand in hers and savouring to comforting feeling of it.
“Let’s-a get you home.” He smiled, before forcing the cage open with his hands. He held her close to him, before leading her to the power star and grabbing it. The two of them were launched back to the Mushroom Kingdom.
Together.
*
“How dare he!” Bowser yelled, his guttural roar echoing throughout every corridor of his labyrinthine castle. The Koopas surrounding him scattered, not willing to face their boss’s wrath.
“I’ve been humiliated by that plumber for the LAST TIME!”
Bowser smashed his enormous hand on the arm of his throne. Kamek, the wizard, was at his side, tending to his serious burns.
“I need to find a way to humiliate him! And that damn Princess Peach. She’s as much a problem in this as he is.” Bowser stroked his chin in thought, setting the scheming cogs in his mind to work.
“Kamek!” He yelled, not truly realising that the Koopa wizard was right beside him. He took the wizard by the scruff of his cloak and whispering in his ear.
“I want you to find the most humiliating, degrading punishment you can muster, Kamek.” He grinned, slyly. “And deliver it to Princess Peach…”
*
Mario and Princess Peach were still recovering. This whole ordeal had drained them, and no amount of mushrooms or power stars could stop the weariness that they were feeling. Kidnappings can really take it out of you!
“Thank you, Mario.” She said softly to him as he entered her chamber on the night of their return. He stood awkwardly in front of her, not feeling all too welcome in the place where she slept. He felt like he was intruding.
“What you did for me, is beyond repayment.” She continued, touching his cheek, before giving him a kiss on the forehead.
“If you hadn’t of been there to save me…” a tear rolled down her cheek at the memory of her kidnap. “…I don’t want to think about what could have happened to me.”
Mario took her in his arms and squeezed her tightly to him. Peach had no idea just how much he cared about her. More than he dared mention. You don’t go into castles of lava to save someone that you don’t love dearly.
“I’ll wish you a good night.” He said with one final smile, before exiting her bedchamber and leaving the castle for the night.
THINGS WERE QUIET after that. Peach changed out of her grand, pink, Princess dress and into something a little more subtle, and modest. She put on a pair of frilly, satin panties and bra, before slipping on a sheer pink nightgown.
Peach called it a night, climbing beneath the thick covers of her four poster bed and blowing out the candle on her bedside table.
“RAAWRRRR!!!”
The window of Peach’s bedchamber flew open with a gust of wind that shattered the glass and whipped away her covers. Kamek, Bowser’s right hand man, burst through the shattered window frame screaming at the top of his voice.
Peach leapt out of bed, but she was nowhere near fast enough.
Kamek raised his wand, creating a swirl of colour about his body, before throwing a spire of magic Peach’s way. She was knocked back against the wall, and slumped to the floor.
Kamek threw his head back in laughter before flying back out the window.
The Castle was once again silent.
“Eurgh…” Peach groaned, rubbing her head where it had struck the wall. She felt funny. And not ‘haha’ funny; weird funny.
“I don’t feel so good,” She said as rubbed her tummy and stood up. Suddenly, Peach felt a weakness in her belly. Her bladder suddenly let loose and torrents of pee started to flood out into her panties. It trickled down her the inside of her thigh, tickling it lightly, before forming a small puddle on the floor.
“No! No, no, no!” she wailed, as her piss soaked through her satin panties and into her nightgown. She fell to her knees in shame and sat in the puddle of pee, feeling it soak through the back of her panties and against her butt.
“What’s happening to me?”
Chapter One
Mario was at the final castle. The Princess just had to be here. Didn’t she? He had travelled for so long and come so far, and he was finally here. In the final room, of the final castle, to face his nemesis for the final time.
He had dropped through a pipe onto an island. An island surrounded by searing red magma and burning molten rock.
“You shouldn’t have come here, plumber.” He heard a grumbling from beneath him. The ground shook under his feet, before splitting in two before him.
Out of the earth, emerged the man of the hour. Bowser. He towered, ten feet tall over Mario’s squat self. He could feel Bowser’s hot, fiery breath wash over him as he grinned.
“You care so much for Peach that you would die for her?” He laughed, throwing his head back. “Bwahaha!”
Mario nodded. “That’s-a not gonna happen today.” Mario said, squaring up to his massive form.
“So be it…” Bowser said sternly. He leapt into the air and landed hard, splitting the ground beneath him. The island they were both stood on split into two and a river of lava formed between them.
From above, a cage was lowered from the ceiling.
“Now, welcome the star of the show.” Bowser laughed as Peach stuck out a desperate, white-gloved hand as though it might reach her plumber if she stretched hard enough.
“Mario!” she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Mario felt a fire within him. A rage. A fury. Seeing the love of his life, dangled in a cage above a lake of lava.
“Ahhhh!!!!” He screamed, launching himself at Bowser and striking him between the eyes.
The Koopa fell to the floor, stunned, flat on his back.
“Don’t ever touch my girl again.” He said, grabbing him by his enormous scaly tail and spinning with all his might.
“So long-a Bowser.” He laughed as he launched the Koopa into the lake of lava and watched him bounce away into the distance and over the horizon. A power star emerged from the sky, and landed in the centre of the island.
THE CAGE ABOVE him lowered down and onto the island.
“Mario…” Peach gasped in joy, taking his hand in hers and savouring to comforting feeling of it.
“Let’s-a get you home.” He smiled, before forcing the cage open with his hands. He held her close to him, before leading her to the power star and grabbing it. The two of them were launched back to the Mushroom Kingdom.
Together.
*
“How dare he!” Bowser yelled, his guttural roar echoing throughout every corridor of his labyrinthine castle. The Koopas surrounding him scattered, not willing to face their boss’s wrath.
“I’ve been humiliated by that plumber for the LAST TIME!”
Bowser smashed his enormous hand on the arm of his throne. Kamek, the wizard, was at his side, tending to his serious burns.
“I need to find a way to humiliate him! And that damn Princess Peach. She’s as much a problem in this as he is.” Bowser stroked his chin in thought, setting the scheming cogs in his mind to work.
“Kamek!” He yelled, not truly realising that the Koopa wizard was right beside him. He took the wizard by the scruff of his cloak and whispering in his ear.
“I want you to find the most humiliating, degrading punishment you can muster, Kamek.” He grinned, slyly. “And deliver it to Princess Peach…”
*
Mario and Princess Peach were still recovering. This whole ordeal had drained them, and no amount of mushrooms or power stars could stop the weariness that they were feeling. Kidnappings can really take it out of you!
“Thank you, Mario.” She said softly to him as he entered her chamber on the night of their return. He stood awkwardly in front of her, not feeling all too welcome in the place where she slept. He felt like he was intruding.
“What you did for me, is beyond repayment.” She continued, touching his cheek, before giving him a kiss on the forehead.
“If you hadn’t of been there to save me…” a tear rolled down her cheek at the memory of her kidnap. “…I don’t want to think about what could have happened to me.”
Mario took her in his arms and squeezed her tightly to him. Peach had no idea just how much he cared about her. More than he dared mention. You don’t go into castles of lava to save someone that you don’t love dearly.
“I’ll wish you a good night.” He said with one final smile, before exiting her bedchamber and leaving the castle for the night.
THINGS WERE QUIET after that. Peach changed out of her grand, pink, Princess dress and into something a little more subtle, and modest. She put on a pair of frilly, satin panties and bra, before slipping on a sheer pink nightgown.
Peach called it a night, climbing beneath the thick covers of her four poster bed and blowing out the candle on her bedside table.
“RAAWRRRR!!!”
The window of Peach’s bedchamber flew open with a gust of wind that shattered the glass and whipped away her covers. Kamek, Bowser’s right hand man, burst through the shattered window frame screaming at the top of his voice.
Peach leapt out of bed, but she was nowhere near fast enough.
Kamek raised his wand, creating a swirl of colour about his body, before throwing a spire of magic Peach’s way. She was knocked back against the wall, and slumped to the floor.
Kamek threw his head back in laughter before flying back out the window.
The Castle was once again silent.
“Eurgh…” Peach groaned, rubbing her head where it had struck the wall. She felt funny. And not ‘haha’ funny; weird funny.
“I don’t feel so good,” She said as rubbed her tummy and stood up. Suddenly, Peach felt a weakness in her belly. Her bladder suddenly let loose and torrents of pee started to flood out into her panties. It trickled down her the inside of her thigh, tickling it lightly, before forming a small puddle on the floor.
“No! No, no, no!” she wailed, as her piss soaked through her satin panties and into her nightgown. She fell to her knees in shame and sat in the puddle of pee, feeling it soak through the back of her panties and against her butt.
“What’s happening to me?”
Friday 14 August 2015
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
"Wakey wakey, sleepy head." Hermione heard as she finally came to. She was curled up underneath her blankie in her adult sized baby cot, in a hufflepuffypants diaper that had expanded at least three times its original size. Draco was leaning on the bar to her cot, grinning like a loon at her as she sucked eagerly on her pacifier. She scowled his way, but then remembered his threat.
Hermione yawned, dropping her paci from her mouth and stretching in the air. She hated to admit it, but that was the best sleep that she had ever had. Whether it was down to the diapers, the medicine or the cot she was sleeping in, she didn't know.
"Have a good sleep little one?" Draco asked, grinning smugly as he gestured at the mess that stretched and strained against the seat of Hermione's diaper. She had wet and mess it to such a point that she couldn't even put her thighs together. There was a good eight inch gap between them.
The feelings that she had once had for her shrunken baby Harry were still latent inside we had been reversed by Ginny's spell, inadvertently. Now Hermione's instead of having maternal feelings, was having baby feelings. She was loving the thickness of her diaper and the pool of piss and mess that was being held tightly against her behind. It was making her horny, and the idea of that alone was confusing and scary to her. What was happening?
Draco pulled down the rail of Hermione's cot, allowing her to roll out of her bed and stand up, albeit bow legged with a full diaper. Draco picked up her paci, and put it back in her mouth, and she took it eagerly, sucking on it not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
"Well, someone seems to be warming to this arrangement." Draco laughed, leading her over to the table. Hermione took out her pacifier and tried to say something in response, but all that came out was gurgles and splutters, like the baby she was dressed as.
Draco was taken aback with surprise.
"Granger?" He said, looking Hermione in the eyes, with concern. She tried to speak again, with a furrowed brow and a frown that could turn milk sour. But once again, all that came out was 'goo's and 'gah's'.
"Hmm..." Draco mused, sitting her at the table on top of her overflowing diaper. She sat with a squelch. "Whatever it is that made you incontinent is obviously making you become a big baby altogether..." He said, scratching his chin, before a smile crept across his face.
"Well that gives me all the more reason to look after you, Baby Hermione."
Hermione scowled, but couldn't help but giggle. She liked being a baby, it gave her a warm, pink, fuzzy feeling inside. She tried to respond to Malfoy, but again only baby noises came out.
"Have some of this, little one." He said, putting a jar in front of her, it was a helping of baby food, a broccoli purée.
Hermione shook her head furiously. She hated vegetables.
"If you don't eat up, you'll have to be punished." Draco said sternly, taking joy in the feeling of power he was holding over her. But still she refused. The grown up inside her wanted to just eat it and get it over with, but the baby inside her was overpowering. She gave a reluctant shake of the head, with her bottom lip poking out; sulking.
"Have it your way..." He sighed, taking her by the hand, and in one swift motion he pulled her over his knee. "This is what happens to little irks when they don't do what their daddies tell them to do."
Hermione was trying her best to wriggle free out of Draco's grasp, but he was just too strong for her. Her little diapered butt was sticking into the air, still filled to the brim with her piss and shit from the night before.
Before hermione could even soak in the situation, she felt Draco's hand swat hard against her diaper.
THWACK!
"This is going to teach you a lesson, baby hermione." He said, smiling as he drew his hand back again. He swatted the back of her diaper again.
THWACK!
Hermione felt the mess in her diaper get pressed up against her asshole and pussy; it made her pussy start to get all warm and gooey inside, and she liked it. She gave out a light moan. Draco looked at her sternly.
"You're not meant to be enjoying this, baby." He said. "We'll have to do something about that."
Draco swatted again, but this time belted the back of hermione's thighs, sending a sharp pain up the back of her legs. She could feel the redness rushing to the area. Draco smiled at the pink handprints that were forming on her tender, pale skin.
But something was wrong...
Hermione felt something awoken inside her. Something magical that she couldn't control. Her body began to flood with warmness and strength. Before she could try to tell Draco not to do it again, she felt his hands against the back of her thighs.
And all hell broke loose...
*
It was dark again, but not so dark that there wasn't a small amount of light coming through the padding on Ginny's diaper. Once again, it was just Harry and her asshole for company. Although this diaper was a lot larger than the other, and he wasn't shoved so tightly against the red-head's behind. He lay back against the diaper like it were a hammock, directly in line with Ginny's ass crack. It sickened him to think, that somewhere in the was the dead body of a girl he loved.
"I hope you're still comfy in there." He heard Ginny say as she made her way across the bedroom on nothing but her diaper and Gryffindor jumper. Any passerby would have thought she looked cute, but if they knew the truth about her victims, she couldn't seem quite so adorable.
"I'm pretty damn comfy up here, just so you know." She giggled sitting down and rubbing her pussy through her diaper. The thick padding stroking against her clit made her pussy moist and hungry for more.
Harry was being jostled about it the diaper as Ginny masturbated with it. She had sat down now so he had crawled forward to the small gap between her asshole and vagina, where he wouldn't get crushed by her giant butt, but would also not get smothered between the padding and her sex.
"Mmm, that feels so good." She moaned, picking up pace and grinding her fingers harder against her pussy. As if Harry wasn't terrified enough of this display, he saw her titanic hand worm its way down into the pull up she was wearing, and a finger slip up inside herself; her body quivered.
Ginny's moans got louder and louder and she got closer to climax.
"Sorry little guy," she whispered tentatively, "it's time to go exploring."
Before he had time to react, Ginny's fingers curled around his six inch body and forced him head first up the giant cave that was her pussy.
"No, Ginny p-" before Harry could protest his mouth was being washed out with her sexual juices. The constantly contracting muscles of her vagina were squeezing and crushing his body with nothing but her own lust.
"Oh Harry..." She growled as she gritted her teeth, coming close to climax.
She gave Harry one final push up there, until only his feet were sticking out of her, and she came.
A flood of her sexual juices spurted into her clean diaper, soaking it and forcing Harry out of her pussy, who at this stage was naked and covered in her cum, albeit with a rock hard penis at the time.
"you- you crazy bitch." He gasped as she landed in the bottom of the diaper, trying to catch his breath. He was lucky he didn't die!
Ginny meanwhile was hugging herself and rubbing her tits in the sweet afterglow of her orgasm. Nothing made her hotter than knowing that she had a tiny person inside her, and knowing her had a struggling Harry in her pussy, and a dead Cho Chang in her ass, made her hornier than she'd ever been in her life. So horny in fact, she was ready to go again.
And she was ready to try something new...
*
The magic was tearing through her body, into every cell of her being; changing her, reforming her. She hadn't realised it, as she was hanging over Draco's lap after being spanked, but she was screaming. She roared and wailed as the magic fire coursed through her body.
Draco, meanwhile, was sat awkwardly with hermione laid over him with her thick, messy diaper sticking in the air, quite unsure what to do.
And that's when she felt it, all of her memories returned to her.
She remembered it's clear as day, Ginny casting the spell on her, taking away her tiny baby Harry, and leaving her at the side of the corridor covered in her own piss and shit.
She'd taken her baby away from her, and now turned her into a baby herself. But something was wrong... Maybe she was going to shrink like Harry did...shit!
Draco, in a panic, shoved the screaming hermione onto the floor. She landed on her knees with her diapered butt pointed into the air.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" She squealed.
"Hermione!" Draco growled. "Someone will hear you!" He gave her another sharp slap across the back of the legs, but funnily enough, that only made things worse.
The fire had truly ignites in her now. She thought she could feel herself getting smaller and smaller on the floor. But in truth, and much to Draco's disbelief, she was growing.
Fast.
Suddenly and abruptly, the pain in hermione's body stopped. She was no longer felt like her body was wasting away and dying, but like it had been reignited with a new, powerful energy that made her an unstoppable goddess.
Unfortunately for her, she still had the mindset of a baby.
The first growth spurt was the quickest, she found herself stretching to about 12ft tall, about double the size of Draco, and yet her Hufflepuffypants had still stretched to fit her.
"Granger, what the fuck is going on?!" Draco screamed, fearfully slapping at her legs.
It's time I made use of the size of this diaper... Hermione thought to herself, but the baby side of herself just gave out a giggle at the powerless little man beside her.
With a clench and a grunt, an u holy amount of mess flooded into her diaper, more than should have been able to fit inside her. The mess strained against the giant diaper, and caused it to inflate and expand, increasing its weight beyond thousands of pounds.
"Hermione! Stop!" He screamed in terror as the giant diaper that was expanding outwards from hermione's butt was slowly but surely sulking the room they were in.
The diaper was bigger than she was now, and the stench was unbearable.
I'm not done yet... She thought.
With another grunt, Draco heard a steady trickle, and then a torrent of hermione's urine splash onto the mess in her diaper, causing it to expand even further now.
Draco's heart was thumping in his chest. The door was blocked by the giantess who wanted to hurt him, and the window was blocked by her ever expanding diaper. There was nowhere he could run.
Just as hermione's was finishing up, the diaper hit the side of the wall with a heavy creak.
Draco was beneath the tons of messy diaper, fighting for his life against the weight of hermione's shit.
Not so smug now. Are you? She laughed in her head. She went to stand up, but couldn't lift the weight of the diaper that surrounded her, let alone get it out of the room.
Well shit... She thought. Literally shit.
That's when she felt it again. That majesty warmness that stretched bones and gave her the strength of a higher being. She rose a few inches at first, then feet. She burst out of the room, and found herself looking over the hogwarts grounds at fifty feet tall. A giantess. The amount of mess was more proportional to her now, and wasn't taller than her in size, but her diaper was dropping between her legs, and bulging from the sheer insane capacity of shit.
Look at me now, hogwarts, she thought, overwhelmed with the sheer might she was feeling.
I'm just missing oneeeee thing.
Hermione got onto all fours, sticking her pretty little diapered butt in the air as she rooted through the pile of rubble that was once her nursery.
Where can it be...
She gave out a childish giggle when she found it, her favourites pacifier that she had left in her crib. She couldn't help herself, this new babyish side to herself was taking hold, and she loved it! She silently cast the engorgio spell and watched the pacifier grow to her side. She popped it in her mouth and have out a happy titter.
Much better.
"Miss granger!" She heard McGonagall holler from across the courtyard, what on EARTH do you think you're doing?!" Hermione gave out another laugh and snatched the professor up in her hand, dangling her in front of her face as she sucked eagerly on her paci with a grin.
"New toy!" She screamed in delight.
"Excuse me young-" McGonagall tried to protest, but before she could even finish she was squeezed in Hermione's hand and shoved down the front of her diaper, into the waiting soggy den of piss and shit.
McGonagall didn't have time to scream as she was dropped beneath the waistband of hermione's nappy, and once she had been, she found herself in a whole new kind of hell. She landed face first in a pile of hermione's mess that had managed to force its way to the front of the diaper, right beneath hermione's dripping, moist pussy.
That menace is enjoying this, she thought bitterly. But there was nothing she could do to overpower this new goddess of hogwarts. This new goddess that not only had the temperament of a child, but the restraint of a child.
There's just one very last thing to take care of... Hermione mused, sucking on her paci.
Where's my baby Harry... She thought as she eyed up the disused prefects floor where Ginny would no doubt be hiding him.
*
"Well then, little bitch." Ginny cackled with glee. "are you ready for my big surprise?" Ginny had put Harry on top of her desk and proceeded to don a red and black, rubber dominatrix outfit, but with a diaper on her bottom half of course. She pointed her wand and muttered, what seemed to Harry like a random streak of gibberish, but to her was a clear and concise spell to restore his size.
Harry could feel it the moment Ginny stopped speaking. His body was growing again, slowly, inch by inch until he stood at his full height, a few inches taller than Ginny, who was still incredibly intimidating when he was at this size.
"Don't think at this height you're anymore powerful than you were as my doll. The only reason you're big now, is so I don't accidentally KILL you when I'm torturing you. PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" The spell had left her lips before Harry could even react, and stiff as a board he fell to the floor.
"That's right you little shit," she laughed triumphantly, slapping her own diapered butt as she glowered over you frozen body. "I fucking own you." She whipped her hand sharply against Harry's penis, he gave out a strained grunt in response, but couldn't move the defend himself.
"What would happen, I wonder..." She mused, pulling Harry's legs apart and lightly stroking his cock. "If I accidentally misplaced my boot?" She kicked him hard in the balls, making him groan even louder in pain. The horrible sensation shot up through Harry's balls and into his stomach. The pain was unbearable, but the pleasure for Ginny, was only just beginning.
"I think you secretly like it," she said, massaging his cock again and making it hard. She lightly fondled his balls in her hand as well. "I think you like the pain. You've spent all of your life around prissy little bitches like granger, and what you really want is a real woman to take control of you."
Harry was trying so hard to protest, but his lips were frozen. His desperate attempts to talk made Ginny's smile widen even more.
"But of course, I'm not just your average woman. I'm an ABDL. An adult baby, diaper lover. A rare breed of human that realise the joy to be had in embracing the childish sides of life, and more importantly, the joy of diaper."
Ginny stood with her legs either side of Harry, with her diaper about 2 feet above is paralysed face.
"I've been saving this just for you, little diaper bitch." She said as she squatted down in her dominatrix outfit and diaper.
She gave out a light grunt and pushed out with all her might, before Harry heard the trumpet like Fart that came from her innocent, girly asshole. Harry watched, as watching was all he could do, as Ginny's diaper inflated and sagged with the mess that filled it. The stench was unbearable.
She sighed with relief as the last bit of mess dropped into the diaper.
"Don't think I'm done yet, little baby."
Harry heard a trickle, and watched as the diaper turned a sickly yellow and inflated even further. How much did this girl piss and shit? Ginny absentmindedly rubbed the front of her diaper in pleasure. She'd never been so horny in her life.
Without warning, she dropped. Ginny let her legs splay out beneath her and she dropped her heavy, wet, messy diaper plop onto Harry's face. He grimaced at the warmness of it and she forced her nappy into his face, grinding and rubbing her pussy against the mess.
"Yeah, that's right you little prick, breathe in my ass. I don't want you to ever forget where you belong. In my diaper, with my shit. Because that's all you-"
Ginny was interrupted. Something was wrong. A large rumbling could be heard outside the tower...
What the hell was that?
*
Hermione let out a babyish giggle as she happily sucked on her paci and made her way across the hogwarts grounds, ignorantly crushing buildings, statues and people on the way. A class of first years heading to their first herbology class were turned to nothing but red smears beneath her giantess feet, but hermione had more important things to deal with right now.
She approached Gryffindor tower with a gleeful twinkle in her eye. If Ginny was going to be anywhere, she'd be here.
Without hesitation she took the tower in her hands and pried it away from Hogwarts itself. The bricks fell away and crumbled, and Hermione held the tower in her hands like she was holding a guitar.
Where are you Ginny...
Hermione placed the tower on the ground, pointing upwards and pulled away at the bricks bit by bit. She started with the roof and yanked it off, exposing the boys dorm.
"Mmm, more dolls to play with." She giggled, before grabbing the gaggle of boys and shoving them down the front of her diaper as well.
She pulled and pulled away at the floors, shoving more dolls down here diaper as she went, enjoying the screams that came from them as they were dropped beneath her waistband and into the pile of her shit, beneath the gaping maw of her waiting pussy.
"There you are!" She grinned devilishly as she found the redhead, in a heap on the floor with Harry's face beneath what looked like a messy diaper and a leather femdom outfit.
"So..." She growled through her teeth, but still with her babyish tone. "This is where you are."
Ginny was screaming. She was shrieking and wailing and she didn't know whether she was going to die today. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
"Please Hermione, don't hurt me!" She begged, flailing in hermione's grasp as she dangled by her legs. Harry meanwhile was still paralysed in the tower's debris, unable to act as he saw his once 'mummy', as a titanic baby with no restraint.
"You look tasty." Hermione said bluntly, eyeing Ginny up in her latex outfit and licking her gigantic lips. Ginny's blood turned to ice in her veins. She caught a flash of hermione's teeth and dreaded the thought of coming anywhere near those pearly whites.
"Hermy wants a snack." The giantess giggled, taking Ginny by her hair and holding her up to her face. "This is why you shouldn't steal." Hermione added with a babyish giggle, before hovering Ginny over her mouth, and tossing her into the abyss.
Ginny felt like time had frozen. As the world whirled around her in a sickening mix of colour, fear and darkness, she realised this was the end. She had taken things too far and now she was paying the price. She had been a goddess amongst ants. She'd held all of the power, all of the control.
As she hit hermione's tongue, the gates came crashing down and she was trapped. If she went forward she would be torn to pieces by 'Baby Hermy's enormous teeth, and if she went backwards, she'd find herself down hermione's throat, and she knew that route only ended one way... The toilet bowl...
Once the teeth were down, hermione's tongue started thrashing wildly, sucking and licking on Ginny's body. Her diaper came off and tumbled down hermione's throat, into the darkness, but her latex dominatrix suit remained in tact.
"Don't let it end like this..." Ginny whimpered, before hermione's throat muscles contracted and she disappeared into hermione's digestive system.
"Much better." Hermione said with glee as she fell Ginny's tiny body slide down her throat and into her stomach, where she would be dissolved by hermione's stomach acid and never harass her baby again.
Her baby!
Hermione dropped to her knees with a thud and desperately fingered through the debris to find Harry.
"Where are you?" She squealed before coming across the weak and beaten body of her baby doll. Harry could feel movement returning to him gradually as her moved his fingers. The spell was wearing of thankfully and he somehow felt safe in the gigantic hand of Hermione. After all, it was better than being in the care of Ginny Weasley, who would now never bother him again.
Nothing was said between the two of them. Hermione just held her tiny Harry to her breast and hugged him there, enjoying the feel of him against her nipple. But no matter how comfortable the two of them were, they knew things could never be the same again at Hogwarts...
Epilogue
Ginny could feel the stomach acid burn lightly at her skin. Not enough to kill her, not yet, but enough to hurt. But she didn't care. She wasn't stupid after all. She was a witch, and a clever witch at that.
"Lumos." She uttered the spell as she pulled her wand out of the back of her latex dominatrix outfit. She cast an impervious charm to herself so that she would stay alive. Now she had nothing to do but sit, wait, and let nature take its course on hermione's digestive system.
"I'm coming back for you, Harry."
"Wakey wakey, sleepy head." Hermione heard as she finally came to. She was curled up underneath her blankie in her adult sized baby cot, in a hufflepuffypants diaper that had expanded at least three times its original size. Draco was leaning on the bar to her cot, grinning like a loon at her as she sucked eagerly on her pacifier. She scowled his way, but then remembered his threat.
Hermione yawned, dropping her paci from her mouth and stretching in the air. She hated to admit it, but that was the best sleep that she had ever had. Whether it was down to the diapers, the medicine or the cot she was sleeping in, she didn't know.
"Have a good sleep little one?" Draco asked, grinning smugly as he gestured at the mess that stretched and strained against the seat of Hermione's diaper. She had wet and mess it to such a point that she couldn't even put her thighs together. There was a good eight inch gap between them.
The feelings that she had once had for her shrunken baby Harry were still latent inside we had been reversed by Ginny's spell, inadvertently. Now Hermione's instead of having maternal feelings, was having baby feelings. She was loving the thickness of her diaper and the pool of piss and mess that was being held tightly against her behind. It was making her horny, and the idea of that alone was confusing and scary to her. What was happening?
Draco pulled down the rail of Hermione's cot, allowing her to roll out of her bed and stand up, albeit bow legged with a full diaper. Draco picked up her paci, and put it back in her mouth, and she took it eagerly, sucking on it not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
"Well, someone seems to be warming to this arrangement." Draco laughed, leading her over to the table. Hermione took out her pacifier and tried to say something in response, but all that came out was gurgles and splutters, like the baby she was dressed as.
Draco was taken aback with surprise.
"Granger?" He said, looking Hermione in the eyes, with concern. She tried to speak again, with a furrowed brow and a frown that could turn milk sour. But once again, all that came out was 'goo's and 'gah's'.
"Hmm..." Draco mused, sitting her at the table on top of her overflowing diaper. She sat with a squelch. "Whatever it is that made you incontinent is obviously making you become a big baby altogether..." He said, scratching his chin, before a smile crept across his face.
"Well that gives me all the more reason to look after you, Baby Hermione."
Hermione scowled, but couldn't help but giggle. She liked being a baby, it gave her a warm, pink, fuzzy feeling inside. She tried to respond to Malfoy, but again only baby noises came out.
"Have some of this, little one." He said, putting a jar in front of her, it was a helping of baby food, a broccoli purée.
Hermione shook her head furiously. She hated vegetables.
"If you don't eat up, you'll have to be punished." Draco said sternly, taking joy in the feeling of power he was holding over her. But still she refused. The grown up inside her wanted to just eat it and get it over with, but the baby inside her was overpowering. She gave a reluctant shake of the head, with her bottom lip poking out; sulking.
"Have it your way..." He sighed, taking her by the hand, and in one swift motion he pulled her over his knee. "This is what happens to little irks when they don't do what their daddies tell them to do."
Hermione was trying her best to wriggle free out of Draco's grasp, but he was just too strong for her. Her little diapered butt was sticking into the air, still filled to the brim with her piss and shit from the night before.
Before hermione could even soak in the situation, she felt Draco's hand swat hard against her diaper.
THWACK!
"This is going to teach you a lesson, baby hermione." He said, smiling as he drew his hand back again. He swatted the back of her diaper again.
THWACK!
Hermione felt the mess in her diaper get pressed up against her asshole and pussy; it made her pussy start to get all warm and gooey inside, and she liked it. She gave out a light moan. Draco looked at her sternly.
"You're not meant to be enjoying this, baby." He said. "We'll have to do something about that."
Draco swatted again, but this time belted the back of hermione's thighs, sending a sharp pain up the back of her legs. She could feel the redness rushing to the area. Draco smiled at the pink handprints that were forming on her tender, pale skin.
But something was wrong...
Hermione felt something awoken inside her. Something magical that she couldn't control. Her body began to flood with warmness and strength. Before she could try to tell Draco not to do it again, she felt his hands against the back of her thighs.
And all hell broke loose...
*
It was dark again, but not so dark that there wasn't a small amount of light coming through the padding on Ginny's diaper. Once again, it was just Harry and her asshole for company. Although this diaper was a lot larger than the other, and he wasn't shoved so tightly against the red-head's behind. He lay back against the diaper like it were a hammock, directly in line with Ginny's ass crack. It sickened him to think, that somewhere in the was the dead body of a girl he loved.
"I hope you're still comfy in there." He heard Ginny say as she made her way across the bedroom on nothing but her diaper and Gryffindor jumper. Any passerby would have thought she looked cute, but if they knew the truth about her victims, she couldn't seem quite so adorable.
"I'm pretty damn comfy up here, just so you know." She giggled sitting down and rubbing her pussy through her diaper. The thick padding stroking against her clit made her pussy moist and hungry for more.
Harry was being jostled about it the diaper as Ginny masturbated with it. She had sat down now so he had crawled forward to the small gap between her asshole and vagina, where he wouldn't get crushed by her giant butt, but would also not get smothered between the padding and her sex.
"Mmm, that feels so good." She moaned, picking up pace and grinding her fingers harder against her pussy. As if Harry wasn't terrified enough of this display, he saw her titanic hand worm its way down into the pull up she was wearing, and a finger slip up inside herself; her body quivered.
Ginny's moans got louder and louder and she got closer to climax.
"Sorry little guy," she whispered tentatively, "it's time to go exploring."
Before he had time to react, Ginny's fingers curled around his six inch body and forced him head first up the giant cave that was her pussy.
"No, Ginny p-" before Harry could protest his mouth was being washed out with her sexual juices. The constantly contracting muscles of her vagina were squeezing and crushing his body with nothing but her own lust.
"Oh Harry..." She growled as she gritted her teeth, coming close to climax.
She gave Harry one final push up there, until only his feet were sticking out of her, and she came.
A flood of her sexual juices spurted into her clean diaper, soaking it and forcing Harry out of her pussy, who at this stage was naked and covered in her cum, albeit with a rock hard penis at the time.
"you- you crazy bitch." He gasped as she landed in the bottom of the diaper, trying to catch his breath. He was lucky he didn't die!
Ginny meanwhile was hugging herself and rubbing her tits in the sweet afterglow of her orgasm. Nothing made her hotter than knowing that she had a tiny person inside her, and knowing her had a struggling Harry in her pussy, and a dead Cho Chang in her ass, made her hornier than she'd ever been in her life. So horny in fact, she was ready to go again.
And she was ready to try something new...
*
The magic was tearing through her body, into every cell of her being; changing her, reforming her. She hadn't realised it, as she was hanging over Draco's lap after being spanked, but she was screaming. She roared and wailed as the magic fire coursed through her body.
Draco, meanwhile, was sat awkwardly with hermione laid over him with her thick, messy diaper sticking in the air, quite unsure what to do.
And that's when she felt it, all of her memories returned to her.
She remembered it's clear as day, Ginny casting the spell on her, taking away her tiny baby Harry, and leaving her at the side of the corridor covered in her own piss and shit.
She'd taken her baby away from her, and now turned her into a baby herself. But something was wrong... Maybe she was going to shrink like Harry did...shit!
Draco, in a panic, shoved the screaming hermione onto the floor. She landed on her knees with her diapered butt pointed into the air.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" She squealed.
"Hermione!" Draco growled. "Someone will hear you!" He gave her another sharp slap across the back of the legs, but funnily enough, that only made things worse.
The fire had truly ignites in her now. She thought she could feel herself getting smaller and smaller on the floor. But in truth, and much to Draco's disbelief, she was growing.
Fast.
Suddenly and abruptly, the pain in hermione's body stopped. She was no longer felt like her body was wasting away and dying, but like it had been reignited with a new, powerful energy that made her an unstoppable goddess.
Unfortunately for her, she still had the mindset of a baby.
The first growth spurt was the quickest, she found herself stretching to about 12ft tall, about double the size of Draco, and yet her Hufflepuffypants had still stretched to fit her.
"Granger, what the fuck is going on?!" Draco screamed, fearfully slapping at her legs.
It's time I made use of the size of this diaper... Hermione thought to herself, but the baby side of herself just gave out a giggle at the powerless little man beside her.
With a clench and a grunt, an u holy amount of mess flooded into her diaper, more than should have been able to fit inside her. The mess strained against the giant diaper, and caused it to inflate and expand, increasing its weight beyond thousands of pounds.
"Hermione! Stop!" He screamed in terror as the giant diaper that was expanding outwards from hermione's butt was slowly but surely sulking the room they were in.
The diaper was bigger than she was now, and the stench was unbearable.
I'm not done yet... She thought.
With another grunt, Draco heard a steady trickle, and then a torrent of hermione's urine splash onto the mess in her diaper, causing it to expand even further now.
Draco's heart was thumping in his chest. The door was blocked by the giantess who wanted to hurt him, and the window was blocked by her ever expanding diaper. There was nowhere he could run.
Just as hermione's was finishing up, the diaper hit the side of the wall with a heavy creak.
Draco was beneath the tons of messy diaper, fighting for his life against the weight of hermione's shit.
Not so smug now. Are you? She laughed in her head. She went to stand up, but couldn't lift the weight of the diaper that surrounded her, let alone get it out of the room.
Well shit... She thought. Literally shit.
That's when she felt it again. That majesty warmness that stretched bones and gave her the strength of a higher being. She rose a few inches at first, then feet. She burst out of the room, and found herself looking over the hogwarts grounds at fifty feet tall. A giantess. The amount of mess was more proportional to her now, and wasn't taller than her in size, but her diaper was dropping between her legs, and bulging from the sheer insane capacity of shit.
Look at me now, hogwarts, she thought, overwhelmed with the sheer might she was feeling.
I'm just missing oneeeee thing.
Hermione got onto all fours, sticking her pretty little diapered butt in the air as she rooted through the pile of rubble that was once her nursery.
Where can it be...
She gave out a childish giggle when she found it, her favourites pacifier that she had left in her crib. She couldn't help herself, this new babyish side to herself was taking hold, and she loved it! She silently cast the engorgio spell and watched the pacifier grow to her side. She popped it in her mouth and have out a happy titter.
Much better.
"Miss granger!" She heard McGonagall holler from across the courtyard, what on EARTH do you think you're doing?!" Hermione gave out another laugh and snatched the professor up in her hand, dangling her in front of her face as she sucked eagerly on her paci with a grin.
"New toy!" She screamed in delight.
"Excuse me young-" McGonagall tried to protest, but before she could even finish she was squeezed in Hermione's hand and shoved down the front of her diaper, into the waiting soggy den of piss and shit.
McGonagall didn't have time to scream as she was dropped beneath the waistband of hermione's nappy, and once she had been, she found herself in a whole new kind of hell. She landed face first in a pile of hermione's mess that had managed to force its way to the front of the diaper, right beneath hermione's dripping, moist pussy.
That menace is enjoying this, she thought bitterly. But there was nothing she could do to overpower this new goddess of hogwarts. This new goddess that not only had the temperament of a child, but the restraint of a child.
There's just one very last thing to take care of... Hermione mused, sucking on her paci.
Where's my baby Harry... She thought as she eyed up the disused prefects floor where Ginny would no doubt be hiding him.
*
"Well then, little bitch." Ginny cackled with glee. "are you ready for my big surprise?" Ginny had put Harry on top of her desk and proceeded to don a red and black, rubber dominatrix outfit, but with a diaper on her bottom half of course. She pointed her wand and muttered, what seemed to Harry like a random streak of gibberish, but to her was a clear and concise spell to restore his size.
Harry could feel it the moment Ginny stopped speaking. His body was growing again, slowly, inch by inch until he stood at his full height, a few inches taller than Ginny, who was still incredibly intimidating when he was at this size.
"Don't think at this height you're anymore powerful than you were as my doll. The only reason you're big now, is so I don't accidentally KILL you when I'm torturing you. PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" The spell had left her lips before Harry could even react, and stiff as a board he fell to the floor.
"That's right you little shit," she laughed triumphantly, slapping her own diapered butt as she glowered over you frozen body. "I fucking own you." She whipped her hand sharply against Harry's penis, he gave out a strained grunt in response, but couldn't move the defend himself.
"What would happen, I wonder..." She mused, pulling Harry's legs apart and lightly stroking his cock. "If I accidentally misplaced my boot?" She kicked him hard in the balls, making him groan even louder in pain. The horrible sensation shot up through Harry's balls and into his stomach. The pain was unbearable, but the pleasure for Ginny, was only just beginning.
"I think you secretly like it," she said, massaging his cock again and making it hard. She lightly fondled his balls in her hand as well. "I think you like the pain. You've spent all of your life around prissy little bitches like granger, and what you really want is a real woman to take control of you."
Harry was trying so hard to protest, but his lips were frozen. His desperate attempts to talk made Ginny's smile widen even more.
"But of course, I'm not just your average woman. I'm an ABDL. An adult baby, diaper lover. A rare breed of human that realise the joy to be had in embracing the childish sides of life, and more importantly, the joy of diaper."
Ginny stood with her legs either side of Harry, with her diaper about 2 feet above is paralysed face.
"I've been saving this just for you, little diaper bitch." She said as she squatted down in her dominatrix outfit and diaper.
She gave out a light grunt and pushed out with all her might, before Harry heard the trumpet like Fart that came from her innocent, girly asshole. Harry watched, as watching was all he could do, as Ginny's diaper inflated and sagged with the mess that filled it. The stench was unbearable.
She sighed with relief as the last bit of mess dropped into the diaper.
"Don't think I'm done yet, little baby."
Harry heard a trickle, and watched as the diaper turned a sickly yellow and inflated even further. How much did this girl piss and shit? Ginny absentmindedly rubbed the front of her diaper in pleasure. She'd never been so horny in her life.
Without warning, she dropped. Ginny let her legs splay out beneath her and she dropped her heavy, wet, messy diaper plop onto Harry's face. He grimaced at the warmness of it and she forced her nappy into his face, grinding and rubbing her pussy against the mess.
"Yeah, that's right you little prick, breathe in my ass. I don't want you to ever forget where you belong. In my diaper, with my shit. Because that's all you-"
Ginny was interrupted. Something was wrong. A large rumbling could be heard outside the tower...
What the hell was that?
*
Hermione let out a babyish giggle as she happily sucked on her paci and made her way across the hogwarts grounds, ignorantly crushing buildings, statues and people on the way. A class of first years heading to their first herbology class were turned to nothing but red smears beneath her giantess feet, but hermione had more important things to deal with right now.
She approached Gryffindor tower with a gleeful twinkle in her eye. If Ginny was going to be anywhere, she'd be here.
Without hesitation she took the tower in her hands and pried it away from Hogwarts itself. The bricks fell away and crumbled, and Hermione held the tower in her hands like she was holding a guitar.
Where are you Ginny...
Hermione placed the tower on the ground, pointing upwards and pulled away at the bricks bit by bit. She started with the roof and yanked it off, exposing the boys dorm.
"Mmm, more dolls to play with." She giggled, before grabbing the gaggle of boys and shoving them down the front of her diaper as well.
She pulled and pulled away at the floors, shoving more dolls down here diaper as she went, enjoying the screams that came from them as they were dropped beneath her waistband and into the pile of her shit, beneath the gaping maw of her waiting pussy.
"There you are!" She grinned devilishly as she found the redhead, in a heap on the floor with Harry's face beneath what looked like a messy diaper and a leather femdom outfit.
"So..." She growled through her teeth, but still with her babyish tone. "This is where you are."
Ginny was screaming. She was shrieking and wailing and she didn't know whether she was going to die today. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
"Please Hermione, don't hurt me!" She begged, flailing in hermione's grasp as she dangled by her legs. Harry meanwhile was still paralysed in the tower's debris, unable to act as he saw his once 'mummy', as a titanic baby with no restraint.
"You look tasty." Hermione said bluntly, eyeing Ginny up in her latex outfit and licking her gigantic lips. Ginny's blood turned to ice in her veins. She caught a flash of hermione's teeth and dreaded the thought of coming anywhere near those pearly whites.
"Hermy wants a snack." The giantess giggled, taking Ginny by her hair and holding her up to her face. "This is why you shouldn't steal." Hermione added with a babyish giggle, before hovering Ginny over her mouth, and tossing her into the abyss.
Ginny felt like time had frozen. As the world whirled around her in a sickening mix of colour, fear and darkness, she realised this was the end. She had taken things too far and now she was paying the price. She had been a goddess amongst ants. She'd held all of the power, all of the control.
As she hit hermione's tongue, the gates came crashing down and she was trapped. If she went forward she would be torn to pieces by 'Baby Hermy's enormous teeth, and if she went backwards, she'd find herself down hermione's throat, and she knew that route only ended one way... The toilet bowl...
Once the teeth were down, hermione's tongue started thrashing wildly, sucking and licking on Ginny's body. Her diaper came off and tumbled down hermione's throat, into the darkness, but her latex dominatrix suit remained in tact.
"Don't let it end like this..." Ginny whimpered, before hermione's throat muscles contracted and she disappeared into hermione's digestive system.
"Much better." Hermione said with glee as she fell Ginny's tiny body slide down her throat and into her stomach, where she would be dissolved by hermione's stomach acid and never harass her baby again.
Her baby!
Hermione dropped to her knees with a thud and desperately fingered through the debris to find Harry.
"Where are you?" She squealed before coming across the weak and beaten body of her baby doll. Harry could feel movement returning to him gradually as her moved his fingers. The spell was wearing of thankfully and he somehow felt safe in the gigantic hand of Hermione. After all, it was better than being in the care of Ginny Weasley, who would now never bother him again.
Nothing was said between the two of them. Hermione just held her tiny Harry to her breast and hugged him there, enjoying the feel of him against her nipple. But no matter how comfortable the two of them were, they knew things could never be the same again at Hogwarts...
Epilogue
Ginny could feel the stomach acid burn lightly at her skin. Not enough to kill her, not yet, but enough to hurt. But she didn't care. She wasn't stupid after all. She was a witch, and a clever witch at that.
"Lumos." She uttered the spell as she pulled her wand out of the back of her latex dominatrix outfit. She cast an impervious charm to herself so that she would stay alive. Now she had nothing to do but sit, wait, and let nature take its course on hermione's digestive system.
"I'm coming back for you, Harry."
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
It went without saying that Harry had found a whole new meaning for the word hell, as his time with Ginny lengthened. He had been pushed and pulled and yanked and swung and stretched and kissed and crushed and bitten. Every imaginable torture carried out in the most creative of ways by a teenage girl who had a crush on him. Harry had never felt so insignificant in his life. What kind of life was he leading when every decision, every whim, was being discovered by the diaper clad giantess whom he was sharing a room with.
And when he said room, he meant a warm, hot, sweaty diaper that he was forced into at night with nought but a piss soaked pussy and shitty asshole to keep him company. Soon he became numb to the smell, but the sheer idea of it was sometimes too much. It wasn't a great confidence boost to constantly be sharing your accommodation with a pile of shit from a teenage girl.
"Good morning, sweetums." Ginny cooed as she pulled back the elastic of her pull up, sending in a wave of beautiful, fresh air to Harry's sleeping body. He had spent a good seven hours in the bottom of Ginny's shitty nappy, and it was beginning to get to him. When a girl unloads as much mess as her, it's pretty damn hard not to end up falling in it as she rolls about in the night. Not only that, but she also took the liberty of pissing all over Harry as she wet her nappy in her sleep. It had been a shit night, no pun intended.
Harry didn't say good morning in return, funnily enough he wasn't in that good a mood.
"Oh come on now." She cooed, taking him out of her diaper and holding him up in her hands. She was wearing nothing but the diaper, which meant Harry couldn't help but get distracted by her pink, teenage nipples that were poking out erect. Harry's cock responded in earnest.
"Hey there!" She said, lightly rubbing his dick with her giant finger. "At least your little Harry wants to say good morning to me.” Harry moaned lightly as she continued to stroke his penis tenderly.
"Funnily enough, I don't like being your prisoner all that much." Harry gritted his teeth, trying to ignore Ginny's actions, as hard as it was.
"Oh, come now." She laughed, stopping her stroking. "You're not a prisoner, you're just my baby who needs to be looked after."
Ginny wrinkled her nose as she realised quite how strongly Harry smelt of her dirty diaper.
"I'm thinking I need a change, and you need a bath, little one."
Ginny stripped off, and dropped her wet, dirty diaper on the floor which landed with a heavy thud.
"Wow." She said, marvelling at the weight of her shitty nappy. "I really know how to fill you up, cho." She took out her wand and with a wave, the pull up was clean once again. No doubt Cho's existence as Ginny's diaper (24/7) was taking its toll on her too.
As Ginny left her ass still covered in shit, and her pussy still soaking with urine after a night with a wet messy diaper, she wore her pull up once again, and placed Harry beside the sink as she left it filling with water.
"I'll just go get myself some clothes." She smiled to him warmly, absentmindedly rubbing her shitty ass against her diaper with her hand.
Harry suddenly found himself alone.
With a small drop onto a soft carpet, where he could almost definitely fit under the crack of the door.
He could escape.
The thoughts came to him thick and fast, as he could only imagine what Ginny would have in store for him if she caught him. But he didn't think, no, he knew that he couldn't spend another minute in this hell-hole with her. He would rather be back in the desperate and motherly, but gentle, clutches of Hermione again. She was unbearable, but at least she didn't strike fear in his heart with every breath.
Without a second more thought, Harry leapt from the sink and floated down to the soft floor below landing in amongst the thick, furry matting. He jumped across it as fast as he could, though massively slowed by the length of the fur beneath him.
"Harry," she purred from the other room. "You're going to like this little number I've prepared for you today."
Harry quickly checked behind him to make sure she wasn't yet looking over him, and then carried on, racing to the crack beneath the door. His heart was hammering in his chest. If he made it out of here he'd be on his way to sweet, sweet freedom. If he failed, however, the consequences would be-
"Get. Back. Here. You little SHIT." Ginny hissed from across the room, immediately storming over to him and holding his frail body under her pale, bare foot.
"I thought I could TRUST you, Harry." She forced her foot a little harder on him, squeezing the breath out of him. She had put on a sexy red, satin nightie on, and had her thick pull up on underneath. To an ABDL, It was the ultimate mix of diapered and sexy, although one rarely came without the other.
Ginny kept her foot held tightly against his body. Giving him a glare that could stop a lion in its tracks.
"Care to explain yourself?" She asked, cocking her head sideways. "I'm dying to hear why you took it upon yourself to bolt towards the door and escape my room. If you're hungry, you need only say..." She said calmly.
"AND I WILL SHIT IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" She screamed, taking her foot off him and holding her head not a foot away from him. Harry found himself awash in her morning breath.
"If you ever try to escape me again..." She whispered, picking him up in her hand and baring her teeth at him. "I will fucking kill you."
"And I'm going to show you just how fucking bad I can be."
With that, Ginny peeled off her pull up (which she had already wet whilst in the other room) and whipped out her wand, in nothing but her sexy red slip. With a wave, the wet pull up had now turned back into Cho Chang, but she was about 2 inches taller than Harry, about eight inches.
Cho fell straight to her knees in tears, covered head to foot in Ginny's piss.
"Welcome back, Cho." Ginny smiled evilly, grabbing her roughly by the legs and holding her upside down.
"Thanks to your friend Harry, here." She said, gesturing at Harry on the floor, "you're going to be punished, to show him what can happen if I'm disobeyed."
Harry couldn't hear what Cho was saying, but she was crying and flailing in Ginny's grasp.
Harry's heart was hammering in his chest. What was going to happen?
Ginny was grinning as she knelt down on all fours and spread her legs in Harry's direction, so he could clearly see her pussy and ass. Ginny held Cho in her hand and grabbed a tube in the other from the bedside cabinet.
Lube.
She squeezed the lube out onto her finger and started running on her asshole, before slipping the finger up her ass, far up her ass.
"Get ready for the ride of your life, little one." She said as she covered Cho head to foot in lube.
Harry could hear Cho's screams as her head was forced up against Ginny's asshole until it finally gave and she began to slip inside. Ginny gave a load moan as she felt Cho's eight inches of body slowly slide up her ass with ease. Soon, only Cho's feet were sticking out, before Ginny gave one final push, that last final push that meant Cho Chang the Ravenclaw was lost to the world, in the rectum of Ginny Weasley.
Harry felt sick. Sick with disgust, anger, but mostly fear. Right now the girl that he'd had a crush on was fighting for her life against the enormous, quivering ass muscles of a girl fifty times the size of her.
"Maybe..." Ginny said, stopping as she moaned in pleasure at the squirming girl in her asshole. "...you have learnt your lesson. Don't fuck with me again, Harry."
It went without saying that Harry had found a whole new meaning for the word hell, as his time with Ginny lengthened. He had been pushed and pulled and yanked and swung and stretched and kissed and crushed and bitten. Every imaginable torture carried out in the most creative of ways by a teenage girl who had a crush on him. Harry had never felt so insignificant in his life. What kind of life was he leading when every decision, every whim, was being discovered by the diaper clad giantess whom he was sharing a room with.
And when he said room, he meant a warm, hot, sweaty diaper that he was forced into at night with nought but a piss soaked pussy and shitty asshole to keep him company. Soon he became numb to the smell, but the sheer idea of it was sometimes too much. It wasn't a great confidence boost to constantly be sharing your accommodation with a pile of shit from a teenage girl.
"Good morning, sweetums." Ginny cooed as she pulled back the elastic of her pull up, sending in a wave of beautiful, fresh air to Harry's sleeping body. He had spent a good seven hours in the bottom of Ginny's shitty nappy, and it was beginning to get to him. When a girl unloads as much mess as her, it's pretty damn hard not to end up falling in it as she rolls about in the night. Not only that, but she also took the liberty of pissing all over Harry as she wet her nappy in her sleep. It had been a shit night, no pun intended.
Harry didn't say good morning in return, funnily enough he wasn't in that good a mood.
"Oh come on now." She cooed, taking him out of her diaper and holding him up in her hands. She was wearing nothing but the diaper, which meant Harry couldn't help but get distracted by her pink, teenage nipples that were poking out erect. Harry's cock responded in earnest.
"Hey there!" She said, lightly rubbing his dick with her giant finger. "At least your little Harry wants to say good morning to me.” Harry moaned lightly as she continued to stroke his penis tenderly.
"Funnily enough, I don't like being your prisoner all that much." Harry gritted his teeth, trying to ignore Ginny's actions, as hard as it was.
"Oh, come now." She laughed, stopping her stroking. "You're not a prisoner, you're just my baby who needs to be looked after."
Ginny wrinkled her nose as she realised quite how strongly Harry smelt of her dirty diaper.
"I'm thinking I need a change, and you need a bath, little one."
Ginny stripped off, and dropped her wet, dirty diaper on the floor which landed with a heavy thud.
"Wow." She said, marvelling at the weight of her shitty nappy. "I really know how to fill you up, cho." She took out her wand and with a wave, the pull up was clean once again. No doubt Cho's existence as Ginny's diaper (24/7) was taking its toll on her too.
As Ginny left her ass still covered in shit, and her pussy still soaking with urine after a night with a wet messy diaper, she wore her pull up once again, and placed Harry beside the sink as she left it filling with water.
"I'll just go get myself some clothes." She smiled to him warmly, absentmindedly rubbing her shitty ass against her diaper with her hand.
Harry suddenly found himself alone.
With a small drop onto a soft carpet, where he could almost definitely fit under the crack of the door.
He could escape.
The thoughts came to him thick and fast, as he could only imagine what Ginny would have in store for him if she caught him. But he didn't think, no, he knew that he couldn't spend another minute in this hell-hole with her. He would rather be back in the desperate and motherly, but gentle, clutches of Hermione again. She was unbearable, but at least she didn't strike fear in his heart with every breath.
Without a second more thought, Harry leapt from the sink and floated down to the soft floor below landing in amongst the thick, furry matting. He jumped across it as fast as he could, though massively slowed by the length of the fur beneath him.
"Harry," she purred from the other room. "You're going to like this little number I've prepared for you today."
Harry quickly checked behind him to make sure she wasn't yet looking over him, and then carried on, racing to the crack beneath the door. His heart was hammering in his chest. If he made it out of here he'd be on his way to sweet, sweet freedom. If he failed, however, the consequences would be-
"Get. Back. Here. You little SHIT." Ginny hissed from across the room, immediately storming over to him and holding his frail body under her pale, bare foot.
"I thought I could TRUST you, Harry." She forced her foot a little harder on him, squeezing the breath out of him. She had put on a sexy red, satin nightie on, and had her thick pull up on underneath. To an ABDL, It was the ultimate mix of diapered and sexy, although one rarely came without the other.
Ginny kept her foot held tightly against his body. Giving him a glare that could stop a lion in its tracks.
"Care to explain yourself?" She asked, cocking her head sideways. "I'm dying to hear why you took it upon yourself to bolt towards the door and escape my room. If you're hungry, you need only say..." She said calmly.
"AND I WILL SHIT IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" She screamed, taking her foot off him and holding her head not a foot away from him. Harry found himself awash in her morning breath.
"If you ever try to escape me again..." She whispered, picking him up in her hand and baring her teeth at him. "I will fucking kill you."
"And I'm going to show you just how fucking bad I can be."
With that, Ginny peeled off her pull up (which she had already wet whilst in the other room) and whipped out her wand, in nothing but her sexy red slip. With a wave, the wet pull up had now turned back into Cho Chang, but she was about 2 inches taller than Harry, about eight inches.
Cho fell straight to her knees in tears, covered head to foot in Ginny's piss.
"Welcome back, Cho." Ginny smiled evilly, grabbing her roughly by the legs and holding her upside down.
"Thanks to your friend Harry, here." She said, gesturing at Harry on the floor, "you're going to be punished, to show him what can happen if I'm disobeyed."
Harry couldn't hear what Cho was saying, but she was crying and flailing in Ginny's grasp.
Harry's heart was hammering in his chest. What was going to happen?
Ginny was grinning as she knelt down on all fours and spread her legs in Harry's direction, so he could clearly see her pussy and ass. Ginny held Cho in her hand and grabbed a tube in the other from the bedside cabinet.
Lube.
She squeezed the lube out onto her finger and started running on her asshole, before slipping the finger up her ass, far up her ass.
"Get ready for the ride of your life, little one." She said as she covered Cho head to foot in lube.
Harry could hear Cho's screams as her head was forced up against Ginny's asshole until it finally gave and she began to slip inside. Ginny gave a load moan as she felt Cho's eight inches of body slowly slide up her ass with ease. Soon, only Cho's feet were sticking out, before Ginny gave one final push, that last final push that meant Cho Chang the Ravenclaw was lost to the world, in the rectum of Ginny Weasley.
Harry felt sick. Sick with disgust, anger, but mostly fear. Right now the girl that he'd had a crush on was fighting for her life against the enormous, quivering ass muscles of a girl fifty times the size of her.
"Maybe..." Ginny said, stopping as she moaned in pleasure at the squirming girl in her asshole. "...you have learnt your lesson. Don't fuck with me again, Harry."
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
Hermione couldn't believe that this was happening. Not only was she in what could only be described as 'the most embarrassing situation ever', but the person choosing her carer was none other than professor Snape, the man who hated her most in this school. She was still in her ward bed, waiting to here who her carer would be. She was pouting heavily and had her arms crossly folded. She was not in a good mood.
"Miss Granger?" Madame Pomfrey called from across the ward. "You're to go to the Slytherin dungeon's prefect corridor, room five."
Hermione's blood turned to ice. A slytherin looking after her? That could be good news at all...
The walk to the Slytherin dungeon was a long one, and felt even longer to Hermione after she'd stopped, leant against the wall and forced a heap of shit into her diaper. The Hufflepuffypants were bloating beneath her skirt, and it was beginning to show.
"Come in." She heard as she knocked on the door to room five. She recognised the voice instantly, and trembled as she entered.
"Ah, Granger, Professor Snape said you might be stopping by, so I made some prior arrangements." Draco ginned evilly, but Hermione could already see what prior arrangements he had prepared, and they were not pretty.
In the corner of the room was an adult sized baby's cot, complete with a tall changing table beside it and a cupboard stocked to the brim with Hufflepuffypants diapers for her to wear. Across from that, was a table that had upon it a milk bottle.
"So what do you think?" He smirked, leaning over to have a peak at her diaper underneath her skirt. Hermione pulled her it down shyly to hide from his prying eyes.
"If you think I'm playing along with this little game of yours, you're sorely mistaken." She huffed, going to leave.
"No, I think you're the one who's mistaken." He laughed, cutting in front of her and shutting the door. "If you even so much as question, my authority in this matter, Professor Snape has promised to have you expelled for disobeying direct medical advise from Madame Pomfrey. And we would want that now, would we?"
Hermione went to say something, anything. But no words would escape her lips. Draco had her. There was nothing she could do, not if she wanted to keep her education.
"Fine," she spat. "But don't expect me to enjoy it." She mumbled, sitting at a chair at the table.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Draco chuckled placing a hand on Hermione's shoulders.
"However," he said, pulling her away from the table like leading a child. "You need a change before we press on any further." He pulled up the back of her skirt and saw the bloated brown mess around her butt.
Hermione went to stop him, but then saw the knowing smile on his face. What was the point in stopping him?
"There's a good girl." He smiled as she made her way over to the changing table. Without pause he yanked her skirt down to her ankle and pulled her jumper over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and messy diaper.
"Wow, granger. I didn't know you were quite so well endowed." He grinned, staring at the two mountainous orbs protruding from Hermione's chest, which at this stage were still full of milk.
"You're a pig, Malfoy." She hissed. "Just get this over with already."
"If you say so." He chuckled, sitting her up on the changing table and lying her down. He untapped her puffy yellow diaper and grimaced as the smell of her shit wafted up and stank out the room.
"Jesus granger," he coughed, "what do you eat?"
"Shut up." She blushed, trying to look away.
Malfoy pulled the shitty diaper out from underneath her and rolled it up before throwing it in the bin. He wiped her, sending small tickles of pleasure up her pussy and ass, which didn't go unnoticed by Malfoy.
"Are you enjoying this or something granger?" He laughed, before placing a fresh, crinkly diaper underneath her beautiful, pale butt and taping it up snugly.
"Not a bad job if I do say so myself." He said proudly, giving The front of Hermione's diaper a pat. She shot a dark look at him.
"Don't push it."
He chuckled and then took her by the hand, leading her over to the massive cot in the corner of the room.
"This is where you're going to be sleeping," he smiled, gesturing at the adult sized bed covered in plastic-pink sheeting and surrounded by four foot tall bars.
Hermione scowled at it, but after another knowing look from Draco she held her tongue. Her education was something she wasn't willing to put on the line.
Draco pulled down the bars of the cot and helped her over, before laying her down and lightly stroking her hair as he looked at her, dwarfed by the size of the massive crib. Maybe he was enjoying this more than he let on...
"One last thing before you get some shut eye." He went over to the table on which was a baby bottle filled to the brim with milk. Draco put it to Hermione's lips, and she found herself instinctively sucking on it immediately, draining the warm, white liquid like she was dying in the desert.
"There we go," he grinned, taking the empty bottle away from her and put it on the side. "You'll find that a winning combination of sleeping powder, and laxatives." He chuckled, walking away from the crib as Hermione found her eyes getting heavier and heavier. Soon her diaper would be getting heavier as well...
Hermione couldn't believe that this was happening. Not only was she in what could only be described as 'the most embarrassing situation ever', but the person choosing her carer was none other than professor Snape, the man who hated her most in this school. She was still in her ward bed, waiting to here who her carer would be. She was pouting heavily and had her arms crossly folded. She was not in a good mood.
"Miss Granger?" Madame Pomfrey called from across the ward. "You're to go to the Slytherin dungeon's prefect corridor, room five."
Hermione's blood turned to ice. A slytherin looking after her? That could be good news at all...
The walk to the Slytherin dungeon was a long one, and felt even longer to Hermione after she'd stopped, leant against the wall and forced a heap of shit into her diaper. The Hufflepuffypants were bloating beneath her skirt, and it was beginning to show.
"Come in." She heard as she knocked on the door to room five. She recognised the voice instantly, and trembled as she entered.
"Ah, Granger, Professor Snape said you might be stopping by, so I made some prior arrangements." Draco ginned evilly, but Hermione could already see what prior arrangements he had prepared, and they were not pretty.
In the corner of the room was an adult sized baby's cot, complete with a tall changing table beside it and a cupboard stocked to the brim with Hufflepuffypants diapers for her to wear. Across from that, was a table that had upon it a milk bottle.
"So what do you think?" He smirked, leaning over to have a peak at her diaper underneath her skirt. Hermione pulled her it down shyly to hide from his prying eyes.
"If you think I'm playing along with this little game of yours, you're sorely mistaken." She huffed, going to leave.
"No, I think you're the one who's mistaken." He laughed, cutting in front of her and shutting the door. "If you even so much as question, my authority in this matter, Professor Snape has promised to have you expelled for disobeying direct medical advise from Madame Pomfrey. And we would want that now, would we?"
Hermione went to say something, anything. But no words would escape her lips. Draco had her. There was nothing she could do, not if she wanted to keep her education.
"Fine," she spat. "But don't expect me to enjoy it." She mumbled, sitting at a chair at the table.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Draco chuckled placing a hand on Hermione's shoulders.
"However," he said, pulling her away from the table like leading a child. "You need a change before we press on any further." He pulled up the back of her skirt and saw the bloated brown mess around her butt.
Hermione went to stop him, but then saw the knowing smile on his face. What was the point in stopping him?
"There's a good girl." He smiled as she made her way over to the changing table. Without pause he yanked her skirt down to her ankle and pulled her jumper over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and messy diaper.
"Wow, granger. I didn't know you were quite so well endowed." He grinned, staring at the two mountainous orbs protruding from Hermione's chest, which at this stage were still full of milk.
"You're a pig, Malfoy." She hissed. "Just get this over with already."
"If you say so." He chuckled, sitting her up on the changing table and lying her down. He untapped her puffy yellow diaper and grimaced as the smell of her shit wafted up and stank out the room.
"Jesus granger," he coughed, "what do you eat?"
"Shut up." She blushed, trying to look away.
Malfoy pulled the shitty diaper out from underneath her and rolled it up before throwing it in the bin. He wiped her, sending small tickles of pleasure up her pussy and ass, which didn't go unnoticed by Malfoy.
"Are you enjoying this or something granger?" He laughed, before placing a fresh, crinkly diaper underneath her beautiful, pale butt and taping it up snugly.
"Not a bad job if I do say so myself." He said proudly, giving The front of Hermione's diaper a pat. She shot a dark look at him.
"Don't push it."
He chuckled and then took her by the hand, leading her over to the massive cot in the corner of the room.
"This is where you're going to be sleeping," he smiled, gesturing at the adult sized bed covered in plastic-pink sheeting and surrounded by four foot tall bars.
Hermione scowled at it, but after another knowing look from Draco she held her tongue. Her education was something she wasn't willing to put on the line.
Draco pulled down the bars of the cot and helped her over, before laying her down and lightly stroking her hair as he looked at her, dwarfed by the size of the massive crib. Maybe he was enjoying this more than he let on...
"One last thing before you get some shut eye." He went over to the table on which was a baby bottle filled to the brim with milk. Draco put it to Hermione's lips, and she found herself instinctively sucking on it immediately, draining the warm, white liquid like she was dying in the desert.
"There we go," he grinned, taking the empty bottle away from her and put it on the side. "You'll find that a winning combination of sleeping powder, and laxatives." He chuckled, walking away from the crib as Hermione found her eyes getting heavier and heavier. Soon her diaper would be getting heavier as well...
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable for Harry, and not least because he was covered head to toe in Hermione's shit, whilst nestled at the bottom of Ginny's diaper with his face pressed up against her asshole.
Ginny, meanwhile, was loving life. Her plan was finally working and she had the boy who lived nestled between her ass cheeks in a diaper that she transfigured from Cho Chang.
The idea made her hot and wet between the legs. As well as that, she'd managed to sort out that Granger bitch for good. She hadn't used the spell on a girl before, but she guessed it just worked the same way. Now Hermione was already pissing and shitting herself, the shrinking would soon start and hopefully she'd be crushed underfoot by some first years or something.
She tried her best not to jump into a gleeful skip as she made her way to breakfast. Everything was going perfectly! She took great joy in slowly lowering herself down onto the bench in the great hall and feeling Harry's tiny head nestle in the cusp of her asshole. Not only that, but she also took great pleasure in feeling the wonderful padding of the transfigured Cho Chang between her legs.
"You seem to be in a good mood, Ginny." Luna said, who was sat opposite her at the table, chewing on a strange plate of snail looking creatures.
"Well, maybe I've got lots to be happy about." She laughed, wiggling her butt a little and forcing Harry's head in further.
Harry wasn't even sure what his life was anymore. One minute he'd been the designated baby/toy boy of Hermione Granger, a girl he never even knew could be capable of such things. Now he was trapped in the diaper of the girl who had an obsessive crush on him and he was coated head to foot in Hermione's piss and shit! It was safe for him to say that things couldn't get much worse, and yet he didn't even know what it was that Ginny had in store for him...
After repeatedly having his face mashed and ground against Ginny's horrific smelling asshole, Harry felt that she was on the move again, and quickly. Ginny was nipping through the corridors and up flight after flight of stairs until she finally reached the disused prefects bedroom on her floor, where she would set up her playden.
"Alohamora." She muttered quietly, hearing the satisfying clunk of the lock as the door swung open. It was a modest bedroom, with a double bed and not much else in the way of furnishings, but she didn't need much, not as long as she had her doll to play with.
"Time to come out, little one." She cackled, reaching down the back of her diaper and pulling Harry out. Harry grimaced as his face was dragged up Ginny's sweaty asscrack and finally saw the light of day.
"There you are!" She cooed, and then screwed her face up in disgust. "Eww, I should have really thought this through before I made Granger shit herself, hey?" She laughed at that and then made her way to the door at the back of the room. "Let's get you cleaned up."
As scared as Harry was, he was happy with the prospect of getting cleaned out of the film of shit that was coating his body. The smell was overbearing, so much so that he felt like he might pass out. Ginny filled up the sink with hot, soapy water. Harry practically felt the heat coming off it from where he was. It smelt heavenly.
Ginny lowered him down to it, so close that the bubbles were tickling his back.
"Just kidding." Ginny laughed, before chucking him into the toilet beside the sink.
Harry landed with a splash, immersed in water so cold that it froze his muscles and blurred his vision. He gasped, as his ribcage threatened to crush his lungs with how forcefully it contracted.
"Haha, is that a little too cold for you, baby?" She grinned, "Why don't I warm that up for you?"
Harry was thrashing about in a haze of cold induced panic. The water was biting at his bones and making his muscles limp and useless. But suddenly, that wasn't his biggest problem.
Harry wanted to cry, as he saw Ginny pull down her diaper, which crinkled as she did so, and sat herself down on the toilet seat, blocking out most of Harry's light except for the small gap between her legs. "N-no, Ginny! P-please!" He gasped, his thrashing soon becoming just slow movements to try and keep his head above the waterline. But Ginny didn't hear his pleas. All she could hear was the light hissing coming from her pussy.
The yellow stream hit Harry directly in the face, forcing him under the water straight away. The water became a ripple; a whirlpool that threatened to suck him under at any moment. Ginny was smiling with glee as she heard the light tinkle that was no doubt a thrashing wave in the toilet bowl for Harry. He brought himself to the surface and managed to swim to the edge of the bowl and lean against the side. The water was warmer now, but he was still being pissed on by a giantess.
"How was that, little one?" She laughed from above. Harry was retching now from the strong scent of piss that assaulted his senses. Just as he thought she was getting up, he saw her asshole twitch slightly, and a massive log of shit wormed out of her ass and landed directly on top of him, forcing him back under the water. As he surfaced, more little boulders of her poop followed, hitting him on the head and splashing around him like an avalanche. Somehow, the smell had actually gotten worse.
"Hahaha," Ginny laughed as she did a quick fart into the toilet to add insult to injury. She stood up, wiped her ass and then chucked the paper at Harry, who at this stage was lucky the log of shit was there to keep him afloat. Otherwise he would have dropped underwater from exhaustion and the cold.
Ginny reached down without hesitation and fished Harry out of the toilet.
"Don't you worry little Harry." She purred, holding him in her hand like a doll, and pulling her diaper back up and retaping it. "This is just the beginning of our new life together..."
*
"I would say the symptoms are very similar to that of Mr. Potter, but I just don't understand why." Madame Pomfrey mused as she chewed thoughtfully on her fingernails. This was Hermione's third diaper change of the day, and Madame Pomfrey was starting to get flustered with the amount of patients she was having to contend with.
"This is the worst day of my life." Hermione huffed, as she felt a steady stream of pee soak into her Hufflepuffypants, making them billow out slightly. However much she hated the situation she was in, the real problem here was that she couldn't remember how it happened. It was like there was a gap, a completely empty space inside that part of her memories. Which led her to think that perhaps this problem had more sinister origins than she had previously thought. But where the hell was Harry? She had no thought as to where she had left him. And at his size, it was more than dangerous for him to be lost in the school.
"However, as much as I want to help, as it was with Mr. Potter, I'm going to have to leave one of the professors to designate you a carer for the time being. I'm far too busy at current to be spending my time changing the nappies of a fifteen year old girl."
"I shall see to it that Miss Granger gets an appropriate carer for her..." Snape tried his best to stifle his giggles. "...affliction."
The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable for Harry, and not least because he was covered head to toe in Hermione's shit, whilst nestled at the bottom of Ginny's diaper with his face pressed up against her asshole.
Ginny, meanwhile, was loving life. Her plan was finally working and she had the boy who lived nestled between her ass cheeks in a diaper that she transfigured from Cho Chang.
The idea made her hot and wet between the legs. As well as that, she'd managed to sort out that Granger bitch for good. She hadn't used the spell on a girl before, but she guessed it just worked the same way. Now Hermione was already pissing and shitting herself, the shrinking would soon start and hopefully she'd be crushed underfoot by some first years or something.
She tried her best not to jump into a gleeful skip as she made her way to breakfast. Everything was going perfectly! She took great joy in slowly lowering herself down onto the bench in the great hall and feeling Harry's tiny head nestle in the cusp of her asshole. Not only that, but she also took great pleasure in feeling the wonderful padding of the transfigured Cho Chang between her legs.
"You seem to be in a good mood, Ginny." Luna said, who was sat opposite her at the table, chewing on a strange plate of snail looking creatures.
"Well, maybe I've got lots to be happy about." She laughed, wiggling her butt a little and forcing Harry's head in further.
Harry wasn't even sure what his life was anymore. One minute he'd been the designated baby/toy boy of Hermione Granger, a girl he never even knew could be capable of such things. Now he was trapped in the diaper of the girl who had an obsessive crush on him and he was coated head to foot in Hermione's piss and shit! It was safe for him to say that things couldn't get much worse, and yet he didn't even know what it was that Ginny had in store for him...
After repeatedly having his face mashed and ground against Ginny's horrific smelling asshole, Harry felt that she was on the move again, and quickly. Ginny was nipping through the corridors and up flight after flight of stairs until she finally reached the disused prefects bedroom on her floor, where she would set up her playden.
"Alohamora." She muttered quietly, hearing the satisfying clunk of the lock as the door swung open. It was a modest bedroom, with a double bed and not much else in the way of furnishings, but she didn't need much, not as long as she had her doll to play with.
"Time to come out, little one." She cackled, reaching down the back of her diaper and pulling Harry out. Harry grimaced as his face was dragged up Ginny's sweaty asscrack and finally saw the light of day.
"There you are!" She cooed, and then screwed her face up in disgust. "Eww, I should have really thought this through before I made Granger shit herself, hey?" She laughed at that and then made her way to the door at the back of the room. "Let's get you cleaned up."
As scared as Harry was, he was happy with the prospect of getting cleaned out of the film of shit that was coating his body. The smell was overbearing, so much so that he felt like he might pass out. Ginny filled up the sink with hot, soapy water. Harry practically felt the heat coming off it from where he was. It smelt heavenly.
Ginny lowered him down to it, so close that the bubbles were tickling his back.
"Just kidding." Ginny laughed, before chucking him into the toilet beside the sink.
Harry landed with a splash, immersed in water so cold that it froze his muscles and blurred his vision. He gasped, as his ribcage threatened to crush his lungs with how forcefully it contracted.
"Haha, is that a little too cold for you, baby?" She grinned, "Why don't I warm that up for you?"
Harry was thrashing about in a haze of cold induced panic. The water was biting at his bones and making his muscles limp and useless. But suddenly, that wasn't his biggest problem.
Harry wanted to cry, as he saw Ginny pull down her diaper, which crinkled as she did so, and sat herself down on the toilet seat, blocking out most of Harry's light except for the small gap between her legs. "N-no, Ginny! P-please!" He gasped, his thrashing soon becoming just slow movements to try and keep his head above the waterline. But Ginny didn't hear his pleas. All she could hear was the light hissing coming from her pussy.
The yellow stream hit Harry directly in the face, forcing him under the water straight away. The water became a ripple; a whirlpool that threatened to suck him under at any moment. Ginny was smiling with glee as she heard the light tinkle that was no doubt a thrashing wave in the toilet bowl for Harry. He brought himself to the surface and managed to swim to the edge of the bowl and lean against the side. The water was warmer now, but he was still being pissed on by a giantess.
"How was that, little one?" She laughed from above. Harry was retching now from the strong scent of piss that assaulted his senses. Just as he thought she was getting up, he saw her asshole twitch slightly, and a massive log of shit wormed out of her ass and landed directly on top of him, forcing him back under the water. As he surfaced, more little boulders of her poop followed, hitting him on the head and splashing around him like an avalanche. Somehow, the smell had actually gotten worse.
"Hahaha," Ginny laughed as she did a quick fart into the toilet to add insult to injury. She stood up, wiped her ass and then chucked the paper at Harry, who at this stage was lucky the log of shit was there to keep him afloat. Otherwise he would have dropped underwater from exhaustion and the cold.
Ginny reached down without hesitation and fished Harry out of the toilet.
"Don't you worry little Harry." She purred, holding him in her hand like a doll, and pulling her diaper back up and retaping it. "This is just the beginning of our new life together..."
*
"I would say the symptoms are very similar to that of Mr. Potter, but I just don't understand why." Madame Pomfrey mused as she chewed thoughtfully on her fingernails. This was Hermione's third diaper change of the day, and Madame Pomfrey was starting to get flustered with the amount of patients she was having to contend with.
"This is the worst day of my life." Hermione huffed, as she felt a steady stream of pee soak into her Hufflepuffypants, making them billow out slightly. However much she hated the situation she was in, the real problem here was that she couldn't remember how it happened. It was like there was a gap, a completely empty space inside that part of her memories. Which led her to think that perhaps this problem had more sinister origins than she had previously thought. But where the hell was Harry? She had no thought as to where she had left him. And at his size, it was more than dangerous for him to be lost in the school.
"However, as much as I want to help, as it was with Mr. Potter, I'm going to have to leave one of the professors to designate you a carer for the time being. I'm far too busy at current to be spending my time changing the nappies of a fifteen year old girl."
"I shall see to it that Miss Granger gets an appropriate carer for her..." Snape tried his best to stifle his giggles. "...affliction."
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Six
Chapter Six (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
Ginny had a wicked smile upon her face that day, and for good reason too. She had wicked things on her mind. After Cho's insolence towards her, she needed to get things under control. And the only way to get things under control was to take action. Serious action.
She was on her way to Hermione's room to take a more direct approach. Hermione hadn't been seen for days, and neither had Harry. So it was only logical that she was caring for him in her room. And with the maternal effects of her spell, Harry would always be close by to her.
And then, as if my demand, she saw her walking down the corridor from the grand staircase as though nothing was wrong. And yet Harry was nowhere to be seen... What had she done with him? Perhaps he had been passed to a new carer... But that made no sense, the spell should have bound her to him...
And that's when Ginny caught the change in Hemione's walk. She was moving down the hallway with wide, careful steps and was flushed and red in the face as she went.
That bitch, Ginny thought as it occurred to her where Harry was.
It was now or never. Judging by the direction Hermione was heading, she'd be after McGonagall's help, and the shrinking effects of her spell had taken effect earlier than expected, she had to move now.
With a very subtle point of her wand, Ginny followed closely behind her 'friend', but not so close as to draw attention. The spell was on her lips; quiet, but precise muttering that she had spent months practising. As she said the last word, Hermione collapsed onto her knees, leaning on her hands and sticking her butt in Ginny's direction.
Harry didn't know what was happening, but it didn't sound good. Hermione had fallen forward onto her knees, and Harry was thrown forward in Hermione's panties, his face pressed even harder against her asshole.
"Harry..." She muttered under the breath, as she felt a strange feeling in her stomach. Students who were going to their next lessons were gathering around her, asking if she was ok.
"Harry, I'm sorry." She gasped as her stomach rumbled loudly.
As Harry was still trying to grasp what was going on, he felt Hermione's butthole quiver and suck lightly against his face.
"Harry..." He heard her whisper. "I'm sorry."
Before Harry could even think what that meant, a rip of warm air shot out of Hermione's asshole
PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT.
It was loud enough for the entire corridor to hear, and especially loud for the nearest students who had crowded around her (including Ginny)
"Ahhhhh!!" Hermione moaned as her bowels released and a torrent of shit flowed out of her asshole and filled her panties.
Harry screamed. Actually screamed, as his surroundings became nothing but a sea of brown mess that made him retch and cry and wish for sweet release. One moment he'd had a storm of Hermione's fart directly in his face, and then the gates of hell had opened and he'd watched the enormous amount of shit from Hermione's ass fly into his face and encase his body. There was no escape.
Despite the embarrassment of the situation, Hermione still felt her hand fly back to her panties to feel the amount of mess she'd created, the amount that she'd forced against her baby Harry. Somehow, she didn't feel like such a mommy anymore, it's hard to when you've just shit yourself in front of everyone like a child. She gave the mess in her panties a squeeze and felt her pussy twitch a little. The idea of having Harry trapped back there was beyond arousing to her. And then, as if things could get any worse, she felt a long stream of piss running down her shitty panties and down her leg.
Putting on her best 'concerned best friend' voice, Ginny pushed her way through the crowd and tended to her friend.
"You lot want to piss off?" She growled at the crowd. None of the students stuck around to meet Ginny's wrath and soon the hallway was completely empty.
"Hermione, what the hell happened?" Ginny asked, feigning concern.
"I've no idea," Hermione cried. "One minute I was fine...and now..." She whimpered and felt the mess in her panties again. Somewhere deep in that pile of shit was Harry Potter, her baby. But she couldn't let Ginny know that that's where he was.
Ginny, however, was already very much aware.
"Come with me," Ginny said, taking her friends hand and helping her up. "We'll get you to Madame Pomfrey."
Hermione followed Ginny, now with more of a bow legged step as she was walking with a hammock full of shit hanging off of her ass, not to mention a tiny boy as well.
Just as Ginny checked the coast was clear, she drew out her wand again.
"Petrificus totalus!" Hermione's body went rigid and she fell to the floor, flat on her back.
"There's a good girl." Ginny laughed, checking over her shoulder to see if anyone was coming. She rolled Hermione over onto her front; she was as stiff as a board. Ginny reluctantly pulled back the waistband of Hermione's panties and plunged her hand into the mess.
"Where is he..." She cursed, "I know you've got him in here somewhere..."
Harry didn't know what to do, as he felt an unfamiliar hand reach into Hermione's panties and wrap around his shit covered body. Ginny pulled him away and wiped some of the shit off him on Hermione's skirt.
"There you are," she cooed, rubbing her hand over his hair lovingly, despite him still reeking of Hermione's shit. "Safe and sound, although a little smaller than I was expecting. The spell shouldn't have acted on you this quickly... Clearly someone tried to tamper with it."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Ginny did this to him? The girl that he fancied and wanted to go out with? How could this be...?
"Anyway," she said as she stood up and held Harry close to her. "We don't want Miss Granger here remembering any of this," she said as she raised her wand at Hermione once again.
"Obliviate." She spoke clearly, and watched the fear and panic die in Hermione's eyes. She wouldn't remember any of this, in theory. And that's just what Ginny needed; secrecy.
"Now then," she continued, "there's only one reasonable place for a shitty little boy like you to go, and that's in a diaper." She laughed, pulling back the waistband of her skirt and revealing her diaper to Harry. She pulled open the front of it and dropped Harry towards her pussy. She then gave him a sharp push by the legs so that his face met her asshole, which in comparison smelt a lot better than Hermione's.
"You just hang tight there, little man." She purred.
"We're gonna have some fun together..."
Ginny had a wicked smile upon her face that day, and for good reason too. She had wicked things on her mind. After Cho's insolence towards her, she needed to get things under control. And the only way to get things under control was to take action. Serious action.
She was on her way to Hermione's room to take a more direct approach. Hermione hadn't been seen for days, and neither had Harry. So it was only logical that she was caring for him in her room. And with the maternal effects of her spell, Harry would always be close by to her.
And then, as if my demand, she saw her walking down the corridor from the grand staircase as though nothing was wrong. And yet Harry was nowhere to be seen... What had she done with him? Perhaps he had been passed to a new carer... But that made no sense, the spell should have bound her to him...
And that's when Ginny caught the change in Hemione's walk. She was moving down the hallway with wide, careful steps and was flushed and red in the face as she went.
That bitch, Ginny thought as it occurred to her where Harry was.
It was now or never. Judging by the direction Hermione was heading, she'd be after McGonagall's help, and the shrinking effects of her spell had taken effect earlier than expected, she had to move now.
With a very subtle point of her wand, Ginny followed closely behind her 'friend', but not so close as to draw attention. The spell was on her lips; quiet, but precise muttering that she had spent months practising. As she said the last word, Hermione collapsed onto her knees, leaning on her hands and sticking her butt in Ginny's direction.
Harry didn't know what was happening, but it didn't sound good. Hermione had fallen forward onto her knees, and Harry was thrown forward in Hermione's panties, his face pressed even harder against her asshole.
"Harry..." She muttered under the breath, as she felt a strange feeling in her stomach. Students who were going to their next lessons were gathering around her, asking if she was ok.
"Harry, I'm sorry." She gasped as her stomach rumbled loudly.
As Harry was still trying to grasp what was going on, he felt Hermione's butthole quiver and suck lightly against his face.
"Harry..." He heard her whisper. "I'm sorry."
Before Harry could even think what that meant, a rip of warm air shot out of Hermione's asshole
PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT.
It was loud enough for the entire corridor to hear, and especially loud for the nearest students who had crowded around her (including Ginny)
"Ahhhhh!!" Hermione moaned as her bowels released and a torrent of shit flowed out of her asshole and filled her panties.
Harry screamed. Actually screamed, as his surroundings became nothing but a sea of brown mess that made him retch and cry and wish for sweet release. One moment he'd had a storm of Hermione's fart directly in his face, and then the gates of hell had opened and he'd watched the enormous amount of shit from Hermione's ass fly into his face and encase his body. There was no escape.
Despite the embarrassment of the situation, Hermione still felt her hand fly back to her panties to feel the amount of mess she'd created, the amount that she'd forced against her baby Harry. Somehow, she didn't feel like such a mommy anymore, it's hard to when you've just shit yourself in front of everyone like a child. She gave the mess in her panties a squeeze and felt her pussy twitch a little. The idea of having Harry trapped back there was beyond arousing to her. And then, as if things could get any worse, she felt a long stream of piss running down her shitty panties and down her leg.
Putting on her best 'concerned best friend' voice, Ginny pushed her way through the crowd and tended to her friend.
"You lot want to piss off?" She growled at the crowd. None of the students stuck around to meet Ginny's wrath and soon the hallway was completely empty.
"Hermione, what the hell happened?" Ginny asked, feigning concern.
"I've no idea," Hermione cried. "One minute I was fine...and now..." She whimpered and felt the mess in her panties again. Somewhere deep in that pile of shit was Harry Potter, her baby. But she couldn't let Ginny know that that's where he was.
Ginny, however, was already very much aware.
"Come with me," Ginny said, taking her friends hand and helping her up. "We'll get you to Madame Pomfrey."
Hermione followed Ginny, now with more of a bow legged step as she was walking with a hammock full of shit hanging off of her ass, not to mention a tiny boy as well.
Just as Ginny checked the coast was clear, she drew out her wand again.
"Petrificus totalus!" Hermione's body went rigid and she fell to the floor, flat on her back.
"There's a good girl." Ginny laughed, checking over her shoulder to see if anyone was coming. She rolled Hermione over onto her front; she was as stiff as a board. Ginny reluctantly pulled back the waistband of Hermione's panties and plunged her hand into the mess.
"Where is he..." She cursed, "I know you've got him in here somewhere..."
Harry didn't know what to do, as he felt an unfamiliar hand reach into Hermione's panties and wrap around his shit covered body. Ginny pulled him away and wiped some of the shit off him on Hermione's skirt.
"There you are," she cooed, rubbing her hand over his hair lovingly, despite him still reeking of Hermione's shit. "Safe and sound, although a little smaller than I was expecting. The spell shouldn't have acted on you this quickly... Clearly someone tried to tamper with it."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Ginny did this to him? The girl that he fancied and wanted to go out with? How could this be...?
"Anyway," she said as she stood up and held Harry close to her. "We don't want Miss Granger here remembering any of this," she said as she raised her wand at Hermione once again.
"Obliviate." She spoke clearly, and watched the fear and panic die in Hermione's eyes. She wouldn't remember any of this, in theory. And that's just what Ginny needed; secrecy.
"Now then," she continued, "there's only one reasonable place for a shitty little boy like you to go, and that's in a diaper." She laughed, pulling back the waistband of her skirt and revealing her diaper to Harry. She pulled open the front of it and dropped Harry towards her pussy. She then gave him a sharp push by the legs so that his face met her asshole, which in comparison smelt a lot better than Hermione's.
"You just hang tight there, little man." She purred.
"We're gonna have some fun together..."
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Five
Chapter Five (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
Ginny was in the last stages of preparing the spell. She couldn't wait. That bitch Hermione would finally understand the gravity of what she had done. Harry was supposed to be Ginny's. She was supposed to be looking after him and changing his diapers and being his mommy. And no doubt Hermione was now knowing that joy, that joy of control over the boy who lived. Utter control over one of the greatest wizards in history. That brought a lot of pleasure with it, she knew that much in advance.
"Ginny..." Cho said, tentatively stepping from foot to foot. Ginny's new aggressive nature was taking its toll on her. "I'm not sure I want to be involved in this anymore."
Ginny scoffed.
"What? You don't want to be a part of this? Making the boy who lived, Harry Potter, into our little baby?"
"I guess not... Not anymore..." Cho added nervously.
Ginny bared her teeth.
"Fine." She said. "I've got a better use for you anyway." She laughed, quickly flicking out her wand and pointing it at Cho. Cho felt herself shrinking. She screamed, but soon those screams were silenced as he mouth glued together and her skin turned blank white and crinkly.
"Yes," Ginny laughed, picking up the new diaper and looking it over. "This'll fit me nicely I think."
"Now to deal with Hermione."
*
Harry awoke in Hermione's arms. The warmth and softness of her skin gave him a cosy, fluffy sensation. He felt looked after; cared for. However when he opened his eyes, he found things to be much worse than he'd previously thought. He quickly scrambled up, feeling much stronger than he had yesterday, and awoke Hermione.
"Hermione." He panicked, giving her arm a shake. "Hermione wake up."
Her eyes opened slowly, and after a moment of adjustment to reality she looked at Harry with her big, brown eyes. Very big brown eyes. Harry had shrunk again. A devious smirk grew on Hermione's face.
"I thought I told you to call me mommy, baby boy." She said, tapping him on the nose. That's when it became apparent just how big Harry was now. Her finger was enormous compared to him. He could have been no more than a foot tall. The size of a baby. Perfect, he thought sarcastically.
The day was not new, as he suspected. The two of them had fallen asleep straight after their bath and now they were tucked up in bed together at two o'clock in the afternoon. Hermione was only I her bra and panties whilst Harry was wearing his hufflepuffypants, which seemed to have expanded slightly in the time he'd been asleep, and yet had shrunk to fit him no problem.
Harry gave a heavy sigh. He had a genuine problem here and needed the help of his friend, but all she was good for was pretending to be his mother and sexually dominating him in the bath.
"We'll go see McGonagall in a moment." She sighed after a long concerned stare from Harry. His stance relaxed a little, glad that Hermione wasn't being so childish about this anymore.
"But for now, my little baby Harry needs a diaper change, doesn't he!" She cooed, pulling off the duvet and laying tiny Harry down on his back.
"You look so cute at this size." She said. "You're sure we can't just keep you like this?"
"There's no way in hell..." Harry said bitterly. Hermione's expression dropped.
She pulled back the tabs of his diaper and peeled it off his skin, and was surprised to see that he wasn't erect for once.
"Where's my other little man gone?" She giggled, lightly rubbing his penis with her hand. Harry twitched slightly under her touch, but made no move to stop her.
"It's so cute." She laughed, and then without warning leant forward and took the whole thing, balls and all, into her giantess mouth.
"Hermione, what're you-" Harry gasped, convulsing under the flick of Hermione's giant, warm tongue around his cock and balls.
Hermione sucked eagerly at Harry's cock and balls, not even stopping to think about the soaking wet diaper they'd been nestled in for the last few hours.
Harry placed his tiny hands against her head and aided her in her motion, encouraging her to suck harder and lick more.
"Please," he begged, "don't stop."
She showed no sign of stopping, and licked her tongue expertly up and down his shaft and around his balls.
Before long, with a buck of his hips and a moan, Harry came in Hermione's mouth, and she eagerly swallowed the residue with a smile on her face.
"My good little boy." She grinned, wiping some of Harry's cum off of her bottom lip.
"You can't say mommy isn't nice to you." She laughed, pulling him in closer and hugging him against her breasts. Harry nuzzled his head between them and enjoyed the sensation of being surrounded by her.
*
Hermione would have to be stealthy for the next part. She didn't want random students to be staring and gawking at her baby, neither did she want anyone jumping to any rash conclusions about the two of them.
"I've got an idea, baby boy." She said with a scheming smile. "But it'll involve your cooperation, and means you're going to be VERY close to mommy." Hermione grinned as she put on her Hogwarts Jumper and a grey skirt. She picked Harry up, in nothing but his diaper, and cradled him in her arms.
"You're gonna have to trust me here, baby." She said, tapping him on the nose, before flicking up her skirt and exposing her panties.
Hermione took Harry and turned him upside down.
"Try not to have too much fun, little one." she laughed, pulling down her panties and laying him down in them like a panty liner.
"And try not to be too obvious." She added with a snap as she pulled her panties, and Harry, up. His legs were forced against her pussy, whilst he found his face directly in line with her asshole, resting in the hammock of her panties beneath him. He constantly felt like he was going to fall. Luckily she had put on a larger pair of panties just for this occasion, otherwise she'd be walking bow legged down the great hall and questions would be raised before she even made it to transfiguration.
"Hermione, it smells horrible down here!" Harry retched as he once again found himself in very close quarters with Hermione's asshole, except this time he was half the size once again, and found it was just short of the size of his head.
Hermione pulled a sour face and then sat down on the chair in her room. Harry's face was pressed up deep against it, enough to feel the light sheen of sweat that covered it.
"If you call me by my name, and not mommy, again," she said, gritting her teeth and grinding her butt a little so that Harry's face was forced into her asshole even further. "Then I'll be using all of my body weight next time." She gave another quick grind and then stood up, feeling the weight of Harry in her panties and enjoying it. Harry hadn't noticed yet, but his legs were slowly becoming drenched by the juices of her pussy.
"Yes, Mommy." He muffled reluctantly from her panties.
"Good." She said, pulling the back of her panties up a little, just do she could have Harry extra close to her asshole. "Now let's go see if we can go get you sorted out, baby boy."
*
The walk to down the grand staircase was a long and agonising one for Harry. For Hermione's however, she'd never had such a pleasurable walk in all her life. The sensation of her baby's head rubbing up against her butthole was enough to drive her over the edge. Harry could now feel just how soaked his legs were, and her juices were beginning to soak into his diaper, into the ever expanding hufflepuffypants.
However, as Hermione made it down to the charms corridor, amongst hundreds of students bustling away to their next lessons, she found a strange sensation wash over her.
And Harry found himself in for the ride of his life.
Ginny was in the last stages of preparing the spell. She couldn't wait. That bitch Hermione would finally understand the gravity of what she had done. Harry was supposed to be Ginny's. She was supposed to be looking after him and changing his diapers and being his mommy. And no doubt Hermione was now knowing that joy, that joy of control over the boy who lived. Utter control over one of the greatest wizards in history. That brought a lot of pleasure with it, she knew that much in advance.
"Ginny..." Cho said, tentatively stepping from foot to foot. Ginny's new aggressive nature was taking its toll on her. "I'm not sure I want to be involved in this anymore."
Ginny scoffed.
"What? You don't want to be a part of this? Making the boy who lived, Harry Potter, into our little baby?"
"I guess not... Not anymore..." Cho added nervously.
Ginny bared her teeth.
"Fine." She said. "I've got a better use for you anyway." She laughed, quickly flicking out her wand and pointing it at Cho. Cho felt herself shrinking. She screamed, but soon those screams were silenced as he mouth glued together and her skin turned blank white and crinkly.
"Yes," Ginny laughed, picking up the new diaper and looking it over. "This'll fit me nicely I think."
"Now to deal with Hermione."
*
Harry awoke in Hermione's arms. The warmth and softness of her skin gave him a cosy, fluffy sensation. He felt looked after; cared for. However when he opened his eyes, he found things to be much worse than he'd previously thought. He quickly scrambled up, feeling much stronger than he had yesterday, and awoke Hermione.
"Hermione." He panicked, giving her arm a shake. "Hermione wake up."
Her eyes opened slowly, and after a moment of adjustment to reality she looked at Harry with her big, brown eyes. Very big brown eyes. Harry had shrunk again. A devious smirk grew on Hermione's face.
"I thought I told you to call me mommy, baby boy." She said, tapping him on the nose. That's when it became apparent just how big Harry was now. Her finger was enormous compared to him. He could have been no more than a foot tall. The size of a baby. Perfect, he thought sarcastically.
The day was not new, as he suspected. The two of them had fallen asleep straight after their bath and now they were tucked up in bed together at two o'clock in the afternoon. Hermione was only I her bra and panties whilst Harry was wearing his hufflepuffypants, which seemed to have expanded slightly in the time he'd been asleep, and yet had shrunk to fit him no problem.
Harry gave a heavy sigh. He had a genuine problem here and needed the help of his friend, but all she was good for was pretending to be his mother and sexually dominating him in the bath.
"We'll go see McGonagall in a moment." She sighed after a long concerned stare from Harry. His stance relaxed a little, glad that Hermione wasn't being so childish about this anymore.
"But for now, my little baby Harry needs a diaper change, doesn't he!" She cooed, pulling off the duvet and laying tiny Harry down on his back.
"You look so cute at this size." She said. "You're sure we can't just keep you like this?"
"There's no way in hell..." Harry said bitterly. Hermione's expression dropped.
She pulled back the tabs of his diaper and peeled it off his skin, and was surprised to see that he wasn't erect for once.
"Where's my other little man gone?" She giggled, lightly rubbing his penis with her hand. Harry twitched slightly under her touch, but made no move to stop her.
"It's so cute." She laughed, and then without warning leant forward and took the whole thing, balls and all, into her giantess mouth.
"Hermione, what're you-" Harry gasped, convulsing under the flick of Hermione's giant, warm tongue around his cock and balls.
Hermione sucked eagerly at Harry's cock and balls, not even stopping to think about the soaking wet diaper they'd been nestled in for the last few hours.
Harry placed his tiny hands against her head and aided her in her motion, encouraging her to suck harder and lick more.
"Please," he begged, "don't stop."
She showed no sign of stopping, and licked her tongue expertly up and down his shaft and around his balls.
Before long, with a buck of his hips and a moan, Harry came in Hermione's mouth, and she eagerly swallowed the residue with a smile on her face.
"My good little boy." She grinned, wiping some of Harry's cum off of her bottom lip.
"You can't say mommy isn't nice to you." She laughed, pulling him in closer and hugging him against her breasts. Harry nuzzled his head between them and enjoyed the sensation of being surrounded by her.
*
Hermione would have to be stealthy for the next part. She didn't want random students to be staring and gawking at her baby, neither did she want anyone jumping to any rash conclusions about the two of them.
"I've got an idea, baby boy." She said with a scheming smile. "But it'll involve your cooperation, and means you're going to be VERY close to mommy." Hermione grinned as she put on her Hogwarts Jumper and a grey skirt. She picked Harry up, in nothing but his diaper, and cradled him in her arms.
"You're gonna have to trust me here, baby." She said, tapping him on the nose, before flicking up her skirt and exposing her panties.
Hermione took Harry and turned him upside down.
"Try not to have too much fun, little one." she laughed, pulling down her panties and laying him down in them like a panty liner.
"And try not to be too obvious." She added with a snap as she pulled her panties, and Harry, up. His legs were forced against her pussy, whilst he found his face directly in line with her asshole, resting in the hammock of her panties beneath him. He constantly felt like he was going to fall. Luckily she had put on a larger pair of panties just for this occasion, otherwise she'd be walking bow legged down the great hall and questions would be raised before she even made it to transfiguration.
"Hermione, it smells horrible down here!" Harry retched as he once again found himself in very close quarters with Hermione's asshole, except this time he was half the size once again, and found it was just short of the size of his head.
Hermione pulled a sour face and then sat down on the chair in her room. Harry's face was pressed up deep against it, enough to feel the light sheen of sweat that covered it.
"If you call me by my name, and not mommy, again," she said, gritting her teeth and grinding her butt a little so that Harry's face was forced into her asshole even further. "Then I'll be using all of my body weight next time." She gave another quick grind and then stood up, feeling the weight of Harry in her panties and enjoying it. Harry hadn't noticed yet, but his legs were slowly becoming drenched by the juices of her pussy.
"Yes, Mommy." He muffled reluctantly from her panties.
"Good." She said, pulling the back of her panties up a little, just do she could have Harry extra close to her asshole. "Now let's go see if we can go get you sorted out, baby boy."
*
The walk to down the grand staircase was a long and agonising one for Harry. For Hermione's however, she'd never had such a pleasurable walk in all her life. The sensation of her baby's head rubbing up against her butthole was enough to drive her over the edge. Harry could now feel just how soaked his legs were, and her juices were beginning to soak into his diaper, into the ever expanding hufflepuffypants.
However, as Hermione made it down to the charms corridor, amongst hundreds of students bustling away to their next lessons, she found a strange sensation wash over her.
And Harry found himself in for the ride of his life.
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Four
Chapter Four (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
HARRY HAD SLEPT better than he had for a long, long time that night, unaware that he'd ingested a wonderful helping of Hermione's breast milk, which was the perfect thing to give him a peaceful slumber.
"Good morning, little one." Hermione greeted as she entered the bedroom. Daylight was already streaming through the curtains, Harry must have overslept. It was a Saturday today, and so Hermione was wearing jeans and a casual top with her hair up in a ponytail. She was busy organising Harry's diapers into drawers and hadn't so much as glanced his way yet.
"Good morning." Harry replied, before catching the words in his throat. He could speak again!
"Harry, you can tal-" Hermione stopped. She was startled. Yes, she was startled that he could talk again. That was wonderful news, clearly McGonagall's spell had done some good. The thing that really startled her, was Harry was about three feet tall...
"Harry..." She mumbled, feeling her maternal instincts wash over her once again she rushed over to the bed, and only then did Harry realise what the problem was.
Hermione's gorgeous figure was towering over him now. Even when laid down in bed he could tell. He tried to scramble up out of the bed, but still felt very weak. But better than he had been. He slowly sat himself up and hopped off the bed, the first time he had left it in two days.
"Oh my God," Hermione gasped as she say Harry stood at full height, in nothing but his fresh Hufflepuffypants that she'd put on him last night. She had to admit he looked adorable.
Especially when he only just came up to her waist...
"Harry, you're tiny!" She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Harry didn't see the funny side, so much.
"Hermione, this isn't funny! I've shrunk!" He growled, looking down at the state of himself, there in nothing but his soggy yellow diaper.
That sent Hermione over the edge and she couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"I'll have a word with the professor." She said, after she'd finished cackling at Harry's expense. This wasn't really the sympathy that Harry had been hoping for. His head was the same size as one of her breasts for god’s sake.
"But not quite yet." She added, picking him up by under his arms and cradling him against her chest like a child.
"Hermione, what're you doing?" He asked, wriggling angrily in her clutches, but soon found himself relaxing and resting his head against her breast.
"It's time it give you a bath." She cooed, holding him at arms length and then kissing him on the head. Her lips took up most of his forehead.
"What do you mean 'a bath'?" He asked, still not fond of the idea of being naked around his friend.
"I mean," she said sassily. "You haven't had a proper wash for days, and you've been wearing soggy diapers for the best part of them, so it's time I got you cleaned up."
"I think I can do it myself..." He protested.
"I disagree." She said with a wicked grin.
Harry just sat nervously in his wet diaper as Hermione ran the bath for him. He felt so much more vulnerable at this size, and Hermione's lack of reaction to this very serious situation was beyond concerning.
She put him on the floor, in a pile of her used towels and starting running the bath behind her, a large copper one that was big enough for three people, let alone half of one.
"Hermione this really isn't necessary." He said, feeling the wetness of his diaper and grimacing.
"Hush now, Harry." She snapped. "Babies don't talk." She dipped her elbow in the water, feeling whether it was too hot.
Harry went bright red with anger.
"I am not a baby." He growled, standing up from the pile of pink fluffy towels.
"Oh really?" She said, turning from the bath and glaring at him. Her eyes were sharp with anger.
"Because you look like one to me. Small, helpless, and telling me what you think is best whilst stood there in a soggy diaper that you've pissed. Not a baby? Don't make me laugh, Harry. You wouldn't need me here if you weren't a baby. Now do as Mummy says, and get in the bath." She gritted her teeth, and Harry froze. He'd never had Hermione speak to him like that, and that this size, with her in this mood, he didn't really want to cross her, and so reluctantly put out his arms as she picked him up.
"Now let's get that soggywoggy diaper off you, hey?" She cooed, placing him on his back in front of her on the warmed tile floor. She undid the tabs, and yet again Harry's erect penis was revealed once she had pulled back the Hufflepuffypants.
"Harry!" She scolded in her best mummy voice. "Naughty boys get hard pee-pees when they're getting changed. Are you a naughty boy?" Harry remained silent in sheer shock. What the hell had happened to his friend? It's not like he could even do anything to stop her, not at half her size.
Hermione grinned and picked him up, before lowering him carefully into the bath.
"There we go." She smiled, absentmindedly rubbing her breast a little. It didn't go unnoticed by Harry. Despite the awkwardness (and fear) Harry felt in this situation, the bath did feel wonderful against his skin that was only used to the sensation of piss and bedsores. The water smelled of lavender and jasmine, and warmed him to the perfect temperature.
"See, I knew my Harry would like his bath." She smiled, before picking up a sponge from the counter beside her. "Now let's get you clean, little man."
"Hermione, I really don't think-"
"I said," she growled, wetting the sponge and leaning over him threateningly.
"Let's. Get. You. Clean."
Harry gulped and accepted his fate, opening out his body and giving Hermione free reign to clean him. She started with his hair, running. Her fingers through it and cleaning it, before moving. Down his body and scrubbing, careful to avoid his butt and crotch. Maybe she'd let him do that herself.
No such luck.
"Now time for the fun part." She giggled to him, eyeing up his still erect penis. He didn't do himself any favours.
"Hermione, please." He protested.
"No." She said sternly, pointing a finger at him. "You call me Mommy now."
She tiptoed her fingers down his body until she got to the kill zone. His cock. She started by rubbing the sponge against it and underneath it, lightly scrubbing his balls and ass as well, but then ditched the sponge altogether.
Hermione got both her hands had gripped Harry's cock between them, fondling like it and stroking up down its length.
"No please, Hermione." He said, trying to wriggle out of her grasp. She responded with a heavy smack to his balls, splashing water all over the bathroom.
"I said. Call. Me. Mommy." She snarled. "Or you'll get worse than a smack to the balls, my little man." Harry yelped as she gave his balls a hard squeeze.
Hermione carried on with her cleaning, taking extra long to rub up and down Harry's shaft, enough that he wanted to cum, but not so much that he actually did.
"Yeah." She smiled to herself. "You're my little man aren't you?" She circled her finger around Harry's asshole playfully, making him jump. "Haha, calm down little one." She laughed.
She dried her hands off and put them on her hips expectantly.
"You know what..." She said, looking up curiously, and then sniffing under her armpits. "I think I could use a bath too." And before long Hermione had torn off her top, rolled off her jeans and stripped down from her pink frilly bra and panties. Harry was gobsmacked.
"What's up sweetie? You don't like mommy's titties?" She grabbed her breasts and began to fondle them. Harry noticed little dribbles of milk seep out of her nipples, but she just popped the breast in her mouth and began to suck it herself, before proceeding to the other.
"Well baby shouldn't get all the fun now, should he?"
Why the hell is she producing milk?! Harry thought. But didn't have much chance to question it as Hermione got in the tub with him. Despite there being two of them, there was still loads of room.
"Well then?" Hermione said expectantly after a few moments silence. "Mommy cleaned baby, don't you think baby should clean mommy now?"
Harry accepted this almost instantly. He was losing his will to fight her, and instead decided just to accept her whim. This was a fight he wasn’t going to come out on top on. He started with her hair, running and comb through it and bubbling various shampoos through it. He had to use her shoulder to lean on, as his height was hindering him quite a bit.
Hermione leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes. She was taking up most of the space now, and Harry was just skirting around the edges of the water to clean her.
He got to her breasts and stopped. Taking his time to rub the soft, womanly flesh. As much as this situation made him uncomfortable, she was still a woman and he was still a man. And men generally liked breasts.
As he rubbed around the flesh leading up to her nipple he stopped as another trickle of milk came out of her nipple. Before he could react, Hermione forced his head against her and forced him to drink. He sucked back the fluid reluctantly, as he would have been smothered if he didn't get it down quick enough.
"There's a good baby." She whispered to herself, rubbing the back of his head lovingly. As her milk dried up, she released him and let him continue with his washing of her.
"You're such a good boy, Harry." She said, her eyes still closed.
As Harry moved down her stomach, scrubbing as he went, he neared the place he was most nervous about: Hermione's crotch.
"Does baby want a little help with this one?" She growled sexily. She sat up against the edge of the tub and turned around, before bending over on her knees and exposing her pussy and asshole to Harry in a nice, peachy, heart shaped package. "I know you'll do a great job. And no sponge." She said, taking the sponge off him and throwing it outside the bath. "I want baby to use his hands to clean mommy."
Harry, meanwhile, was dumbstruck. He had Hermione's perfect little pussy not an inch away from his face, and her gorgeous ass cheeks just above it. Were he his normal size, this would have been the perfect opportunity to fuck her doggy style, were he that way inclined.
Hermione grabbed one of his hands and guided it towards her pussy. Harry tried to pull say gently, but she was too strong for him in his weakened state.
"Don't be shy baby." She purred, and gasped as Harry finally made contact with her young lips. He found, even with the wetness of the bath water, he could feel the slippery sheen on her pussy that only came with a woman's arousal.
"Hermione I don't think I should be doing th-" Harry tried to protest, but stopped as he saw Hermione's hand reach back and play with her clit.
"Good boy, Harry."
Soon Harry was finding himself rather caught up in the moment. She had both hands on her pussy now, rubbing her lips with one and the other playing with her clit. She meanwhile was leaning against the edge of the bathtub and moaning to her hearts content.
"That feels so good, Harry." She reached back again and guided his hand inside her with ease. He felt the walls of her vagina crushing his arm, drawing him in and asking for more. More length and more pleasure.
Hermione's hungry pussy pulled at his arm until he found himself drawn in so tightly that his face was resting against her enormous (to him) asshole.
"Oh my god." She gasped again, letting out an animalistic moan. "Keep there baby boy, lick mommy's asshole clean." Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't particularly want to lick...there. Instead he drew his face away.
"I fucking own you, baby." Hermione growled, reaching back and grabbing Harry's balls with her hand. Her hand covered the entirety of his crotch, and so she could have made minced meat of his testicles if she wanted to. "So when I say lick my ass, you get your face right up in my asshole, and you lick it until it's gleaming."
Harry reluctantly leant forward, and stuck his tongue out until it made contact with Hermione's ring, which to Harry was enormous and took up half of his face.
"There's a good baby." She cooed. "Isn't that easier?" She asked, revelling in the sensation of controlling her best friend in such a filthy manner. Harry grimaced as he buried his face into Hermione's butthole, it didn't smell or taste bad, but he knew what had come from there. And the idea disgusted him.
"Uhhhh." Hermione moaned. "Keep going baby boy, mommy's almost there." Her hips bucked and jolted as Harry picked up his pace, rubbing his face against her anus and still furiously masturbating her with his entire forearm. The juices were running thick and fast down his entire body now. She was soaking wet.
Just as she came, in a torrent of wet juices and high screams, she grabbed Harry's tiny head, which was engulfed by her entire hand, and forced his face as hard as she could into her tight asshole, revelling in the sensation of having such a close friend forced into such a tender, filthy part of her.
That's what made Hermione come. Not the fisting she was getting from Harry's tiny arm, not the amazing sensation in her asshole, but the feeling of utter control over the tiny boy. He was her baby, he was her slave and hers to do with as she pleased.
"Let's get you diapered then, little one." She said in panted gasps as she hopped out of the bath and put her bra and panties back on. She looked at his tiny form in the bath. The terror on his face after making out with her asshole, just because she demanded it.
She felt so powerful.
She was.
Harry felt so helpless.
He definitely was.
HARRY HAD SLEPT better than he had for a long, long time that night, unaware that he'd ingested a wonderful helping of Hermione's breast milk, which was the perfect thing to give him a peaceful slumber.
"Good morning, little one." Hermione greeted as she entered the bedroom. Daylight was already streaming through the curtains, Harry must have overslept. It was a Saturday today, and so Hermione was wearing jeans and a casual top with her hair up in a ponytail. She was busy organising Harry's diapers into drawers and hadn't so much as glanced his way yet.
"Good morning." Harry replied, before catching the words in his throat. He could speak again!
"Harry, you can tal-" Hermione stopped. She was startled. Yes, she was startled that he could talk again. That was wonderful news, clearly McGonagall's spell had done some good. The thing that really startled her, was Harry was about three feet tall...
"Harry..." She mumbled, feeling her maternal instincts wash over her once again she rushed over to the bed, and only then did Harry realise what the problem was.
Hermione's gorgeous figure was towering over him now. Even when laid down in bed he could tell. He tried to scramble up out of the bed, but still felt very weak. But better than he had been. He slowly sat himself up and hopped off the bed, the first time he had left it in two days.
"Oh my God," Hermione gasped as she say Harry stood at full height, in nothing but his fresh Hufflepuffypants that she'd put on him last night. She had to admit he looked adorable.
Especially when he only just came up to her waist...
"Harry, you're tiny!" She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Harry didn't see the funny side, so much.
"Hermione, this isn't funny! I've shrunk!" He growled, looking down at the state of himself, there in nothing but his soggy yellow diaper.
That sent Hermione over the edge and she couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"I'll have a word with the professor." She said, after she'd finished cackling at Harry's expense. This wasn't really the sympathy that Harry had been hoping for. His head was the same size as one of her breasts for god’s sake.
"But not quite yet." She added, picking him up by under his arms and cradling him against her chest like a child.
"Hermione, what're you doing?" He asked, wriggling angrily in her clutches, but soon found himself relaxing and resting his head against her breast.
"It's time it give you a bath." She cooed, holding him at arms length and then kissing him on the head. Her lips took up most of his forehead.
"What do you mean 'a bath'?" He asked, still not fond of the idea of being naked around his friend.
"I mean," she said sassily. "You haven't had a proper wash for days, and you've been wearing soggy diapers for the best part of them, so it's time I got you cleaned up."
"I think I can do it myself..." He protested.
"I disagree." She said with a wicked grin.
Harry just sat nervously in his wet diaper as Hermione ran the bath for him. He felt so much more vulnerable at this size, and Hermione's lack of reaction to this very serious situation was beyond concerning.
She put him on the floor, in a pile of her used towels and starting running the bath behind her, a large copper one that was big enough for three people, let alone half of one.
"Hermione this really isn't necessary." He said, feeling the wetness of his diaper and grimacing.
"Hush now, Harry." She snapped. "Babies don't talk." She dipped her elbow in the water, feeling whether it was too hot.
Harry went bright red with anger.
"I am not a baby." He growled, standing up from the pile of pink fluffy towels.
"Oh really?" She said, turning from the bath and glaring at him. Her eyes were sharp with anger.
"Because you look like one to me. Small, helpless, and telling me what you think is best whilst stood there in a soggy diaper that you've pissed. Not a baby? Don't make me laugh, Harry. You wouldn't need me here if you weren't a baby. Now do as Mummy says, and get in the bath." She gritted her teeth, and Harry froze. He'd never had Hermione speak to him like that, and that this size, with her in this mood, he didn't really want to cross her, and so reluctantly put out his arms as she picked him up.
"Now let's get that soggywoggy diaper off you, hey?" She cooed, placing him on his back in front of her on the warmed tile floor. She undid the tabs, and yet again Harry's erect penis was revealed once she had pulled back the Hufflepuffypants.
"Harry!" She scolded in her best mummy voice. "Naughty boys get hard pee-pees when they're getting changed. Are you a naughty boy?" Harry remained silent in sheer shock. What the hell had happened to his friend? It's not like he could even do anything to stop her, not at half her size.
Hermione grinned and picked him up, before lowering him carefully into the bath.
"There we go." She smiled, absentmindedly rubbing her breast a little. It didn't go unnoticed by Harry. Despite the awkwardness (and fear) Harry felt in this situation, the bath did feel wonderful against his skin that was only used to the sensation of piss and bedsores. The water smelled of lavender and jasmine, and warmed him to the perfect temperature.
"See, I knew my Harry would like his bath." She smiled, before picking up a sponge from the counter beside her. "Now let's get you clean, little man."
"Hermione, I really don't think-"
"I said," she growled, wetting the sponge and leaning over him threateningly.
"Let's. Get. You. Clean."
Harry gulped and accepted his fate, opening out his body and giving Hermione free reign to clean him. She started with his hair, running. Her fingers through it and cleaning it, before moving. Down his body and scrubbing, careful to avoid his butt and crotch. Maybe she'd let him do that herself.
No such luck.
"Now time for the fun part." She giggled to him, eyeing up his still erect penis. He didn't do himself any favours.
"Hermione, please." He protested.
"No." She said sternly, pointing a finger at him. "You call me Mommy now."
She tiptoed her fingers down his body until she got to the kill zone. His cock. She started by rubbing the sponge against it and underneath it, lightly scrubbing his balls and ass as well, but then ditched the sponge altogether.
Hermione got both her hands had gripped Harry's cock between them, fondling like it and stroking up down its length.
"No please, Hermione." He said, trying to wriggle out of her grasp. She responded with a heavy smack to his balls, splashing water all over the bathroom.
"I said. Call. Me. Mommy." She snarled. "Or you'll get worse than a smack to the balls, my little man." Harry yelped as she gave his balls a hard squeeze.
Hermione carried on with her cleaning, taking extra long to rub up and down Harry's shaft, enough that he wanted to cum, but not so much that he actually did.
"Yeah." She smiled to herself. "You're my little man aren't you?" She circled her finger around Harry's asshole playfully, making him jump. "Haha, calm down little one." She laughed.
She dried her hands off and put them on her hips expectantly.
"You know what..." She said, looking up curiously, and then sniffing under her armpits. "I think I could use a bath too." And before long Hermione had torn off her top, rolled off her jeans and stripped down from her pink frilly bra and panties. Harry was gobsmacked.
"What's up sweetie? You don't like mommy's titties?" She grabbed her breasts and began to fondle them. Harry noticed little dribbles of milk seep out of her nipples, but she just popped the breast in her mouth and began to suck it herself, before proceeding to the other.
"Well baby shouldn't get all the fun now, should he?"
Why the hell is she producing milk?! Harry thought. But didn't have much chance to question it as Hermione got in the tub with him. Despite there being two of them, there was still loads of room.
"Well then?" Hermione said expectantly after a few moments silence. "Mommy cleaned baby, don't you think baby should clean mommy now?"
Harry accepted this almost instantly. He was losing his will to fight her, and instead decided just to accept her whim. This was a fight he wasn’t going to come out on top on. He started with her hair, running and comb through it and bubbling various shampoos through it. He had to use her shoulder to lean on, as his height was hindering him quite a bit.
Hermione leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes. She was taking up most of the space now, and Harry was just skirting around the edges of the water to clean her.
He got to her breasts and stopped. Taking his time to rub the soft, womanly flesh. As much as this situation made him uncomfortable, she was still a woman and he was still a man. And men generally liked breasts.
As he rubbed around the flesh leading up to her nipple he stopped as another trickle of milk came out of her nipple. Before he could react, Hermione forced his head against her and forced him to drink. He sucked back the fluid reluctantly, as he would have been smothered if he didn't get it down quick enough.
"There's a good baby." She whispered to herself, rubbing the back of his head lovingly. As her milk dried up, she released him and let him continue with his washing of her.
"You're such a good boy, Harry." She said, her eyes still closed.
As Harry moved down her stomach, scrubbing as he went, he neared the place he was most nervous about: Hermione's crotch.
"Does baby want a little help with this one?" She growled sexily. She sat up against the edge of the tub and turned around, before bending over on her knees and exposing her pussy and asshole to Harry in a nice, peachy, heart shaped package. "I know you'll do a great job. And no sponge." She said, taking the sponge off him and throwing it outside the bath. "I want baby to use his hands to clean mommy."
Harry, meanwhile, was dumbstruck. He had Hermione's perfect little pussy not an inch away from his face, and her gorgeous ass cheeks just above it. Were he his normal size, this would have been the perfect opportunity to fuck her doggy style, were he that way inclined.
Hermione grabbed one of his hands and guided it towards her pussy. Harry tried to pull say gently, but she was too strong for him in his weakened state.
"Don't be shy baby." She purred, and gasped as Harry finally made contact with her young lips. He found, even with the wetness of the bath water, he could feel the slippery sheen on her pussy that only came with a woman's arousal.
"Hermione I don't think I should be doing th-" Harry tried to protest, but stopped as he saw Hermione's hand reach back and play with her clit.
"Good boy, Harry."
Soon Harry was finding himself rather caught up in the moment. She had both hands on her pussy now, rubbing her lips with one and the other playing with her clit. She meanwhile was leaning against the edge of the bathtub and moaning to her hearts content.
"That feels so good, Harry." She reached back again and guided his hand inside her with ease. He felt the walls of her vagina crushing his arm, drawing him in and asking for more. More length and more pleasure.
Hermione's hungry pussy pulled at his arm until he found himself drawn in so tightly that his face was resting against her enormous (to him) asshole.
"Oh my god." She gasped again, letting out an animalistic moan. "Keep there baby boy, lick mommy's asshole clean." Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't particularly want to lick...there. Instead he drew his face away.
"I fucking own you, baby." Hermione growled, reaching back and grabbing Harry's balls with her hand. Her hand covered the entirety of his crotch, and so she could have made minced meat of his testicles if she wanted to. "So when I say lick my ass, you get your face right up in my asshole, and you lick it until it's gleaming."
Harry reluctantly leant forward, and stuck his tongue out until it made contact with Hermione's ring, which to Harry was enormous and took up half of his face.
"There's a good baby." She cooed. "Isn't that easier?" She asked, revelling in the sensation of controlling her best friend in such a filthy manner. Harry grimaced as he buried his face into Hermione's butthole, it didn't smell or taste bad, but he knew what had come from there. And the idea disgusted him.
"Uhhhh." Hermione moaned. "Keep going baby boy, mommy's almost there." Her hips bucked and jolted as Harry picked up his pace, rubbing his face against her anus and still furiously masturbating her with his entire forearm. The juices were running thick and fast down his entire body now. She was soaking wet.
Just as she came, in a torrent of wet juices and high screams, she grabbed Harry's tiny head, which was engulfed by her entire hand, and forced his face as hard as she could into her tight asshole, revelling in the sensation of having such a close friend forced into such a tender, filthy part of her.
That's what made Hermione come. Not the fisting she was getting from Harry's tiny arm, not the amazing sensation in her asshole, but the feeling of utter control over the tiny boy. He was her baby, he was her slave and hers to do with as she pleased.
"Let's get you diapered then, little one." She said in panted gasps as she hopped out of the bath and put her bra and panties back on. She looked at his tiny form in the bath. The terror on his face after making out with her asshole, just because she demanded it.
She felt so powerful.
She was.
Harry felt so helpless.
He definitely was.
Harry Potter and the Diapered Curse: Chapter Three
Chapter Three (Follow me at scapegoatsnursery)
Harry felt very stiff when he awoke the next morning. The lack of movement he'd made over the last day was starting to take its toll on his joints. Sure, he couldn't move much anyway, but the little that he could move was agony.
"Good morning, little one. Sleep we-" Hermione stopped abruptly after wishing Harry a good morning. 'Little one'?! Since when did she call him that? Maybe this arrangement wasn't such a good idea after all.
Harry, however, was starting to warm to it. He was enjoying the motherly attention that he was getting, what with losing his parents at such a young age and all. And besides, Hermione was pretty, caring, smart, who better was there to look after someone in such a condition as him?
Nobody else had seen him since his incident outside charms, he had immediately been rushed to the hospital wing, and afterwards Hermione's room. He would have been accommodated in the sickbay with Madame Pomfrey, but she had her hands full at current with an outbreak of dragon pox among the first years. Hermione, as Dumbledore had said, was the logical choice.
"I've got some good news for you," Hermione said as she started to spoon feed Harry a thin, jelly substance from a jar. He reluctantly swallowed, with much effort. "Professor McGonagall says she thinks she has a way to restore your muscle function. She says she's semi-familiar with a curse such as this. But she also said casting it would have taken a lot of knowledge of dark magic. We'll head down there after your morning change."
Harry's heart fluttered a little as Hermione once again took off his Hufflepuffypants and replaced it with a Ravencushie that would tell her when he had wet or mess himself. It was a light blue diaper with a bird on the front.
She'd laid the diaper out on the bed and shifted him onto it by lifting him by his butt. She couldn't help but take a little extra time to feel how firm it was and Harry definitely noticed the extra attention. His erect cock was almost poking her in the face as she shifted him over. She looked up at him and grinned. There was nothing she wanted more than to take him right there and then in her mouth.
But alas, the two of them were just friends, and so she taped up the diaper tightly and snugly before giving it a little pat on the front, right on Harry's cock.
"There's a good boy," she chimed, and kissed him on the forehead. Her voice caught in her throat as she quickly backed away from him.
"Sorry about that..." She said, blushing brightly. "I don't know what's up with me today."
Harry didn't mind though, every time Hermione made a blunder like that he got butterflies in his stomach. Not to mention his penis...
*
Professor McGonagall arrived at Hermione's dorm just before lunch time, wand in hand and ready to do business.
"Pleasure to see you again, Ms. Granger," she nodded at Hermione. "And you Mr. Potter." She tipped her hat at Harry who was still tucked up beneath Hermione's duvet.
"Hello Professor. Do you think you can solve this? Make Harry better?"
The professor grumbled.
"I'm going to give it my best. I certainly don't think I can make things any worse. But you must understand, there are no guarantees here."
"I know," Hermione said. "I just want what's best for my ba-" she stopped. "For Harry."
McGonagall looked at her curiously before holding her wand out in front of her, directed at Harry.
"This shouldn't hurt a bit, Potter." She winked at him. "Now you've been reverted to the weakness of a baby, essentially. So it may take a few days for your entire strength to return to you." She carried on waving her wand. Hermione watched on in concern from the corner of her room as the elaborate spell unfolded.
Harry's body soon became awash with small specs of violet light that soaked into his body and seemed to rejuvenate him. McGonagall's wand movements were exact and precise. Any fault in her spell could end up making the situation worse.
The specks of magic dissipated. Harry was asleep.
"Is he supposed to be unconscious?" Hermione asked in a panic, rushing to Harry's side and stroking his hair in worry.
"He'll be fine, Ms. Granger." McGonagall smiled, but it was easy to see how exhausted she was after performing that spell. "Report back to me how he is tomorrow morning, and we'll see what needs to be done beyond that point."
"Thank you, professor." Hermione nodded as she took her leave.
Hermione smiled at Harry's sleeping body. He looked so peaceful and care free. The boy had the weight of the world on his shoulders, this sudden problem was just another in a pile of never ending issues. But she found herself feeling so much closer to him now. Somehow she didn't want this scenario to end. She loved to have him in her control, looking out for him and caring for him. She wanted to mother him, and have him be her baby forever and ever.
The thought made Hermione's thoughts all pink and cosy as she made her way to her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, but viewed herself differently now. Hermione Granger: mother. It had a nice ring to it.
Before she could get any further lost in her fantasy, Hermione noticed two growing patches of liquid in her Hogwarts jumper.
"What the hell?" She whispered in a panic, careful not to wake up Harry with her cursing as she fumbled out of her jumper until she was only in her bra, a pretty pink and frilly one that was hugging her breasts far more tightly than normal.
"This-" she unclipped her bra and let her enormous, DD breasts spill out. That's when she saw what the problem was.
Hermione's nipples were big, pink and very swollen. From the ends of them, drips of white liquid could be seen.
"This can't be happening..." She said in disbelief. Could her maternal instincts for Harry really have been this strong? Or was there something more magical at hand? Perhaps there was something else afoot here...maybe this curse didn't just affect her baby Harry.
She squeezed the end of her breasts, close to the nipple and closed her eyes as she felt instant relief. Milk sprang forth from them in thin spurts and she found the aching sensation that she'd been feeling was slowly going away.
That's when she had an idea...
Still topless and lightly kneading her breast, she made her way into the bedroom, where Harry was still in a deep sleep.
"Here you go, baby." She said softly. "This'll make you nice and strong."
She leant against the side of the bed and hovered the soft, pale flesh of her breast over Harry's mouth. A gasp escaped her mouth as she felt Harry instinctively latch onto her tender nipple. Ripples of maternal pleasure shot through her entire body and she found herself squeezing her breast harder so that more milk might make its way into his body.
As soon as her left breast had run dry, she immediately popped the right one into his mouth and squeezed as hard as she could against the tender flesh. Taking pleasure in the pain.
Without her knowing, Hermione's hand descended to her lower region. She slid her fingers beneath the silk of her pink panties, and began to lightly rub her clit as Harry's suckling slowed and her milk ran dry. Harry began to stir and was slowly awaking.
Hermione rapidly dove away from him and snapped her hand out of her panties. She hightailed it to her bathroom and quickly put on her bra and jumper again, before walking back into the bedroom nonchalantly.
"Is everything alright, my baby?"
Harry felt very stiff when he awoke the next morning. The lack of movement he'd made over the last day was starting to take its toll on his joints. Sure, he couldn't move much anyway, but the little that he could move was agony.
"Good morning, little one. Sleep we-" Hermione stopped abruptly after wishing Harry a good morning. 'Little one'?! Since when did she call him that? Maybe this arrangement wasn't such a good idea after all.
Harry, however, was starting to warm to it. He was enjoying the motherly attention that he was getting, what with losing his parents at such a young age and all. And besides, Hermione was pretty, caring, smart, who better was there to look after someone in such a condition as him?
Nobody else had seen him since his incident outside charms, he had immediately been rushed to the hospital wing, and afterwards Hermione's room. He would have been accommodated in the sickbay with Madame Pomfrey, but she had her hands full at current with an outbreak of dragon pox among the first years. Hermione, as Dumbledore had said, was the logical choice.
"I've got some good news for you," Hermione said as she started to spoon feed Harry a thin, jelly substance from a jar. He reluctantly swallowed, with much effort. "Professor McGonagall says she thinks she has a way to restore your muscle function. She says she's semi-familiar with a curse such as this. But she also said casting it would have taken a lot of knowledge of dark magic. We'll head down there after your morning change."
Harry's heart fluttered a little as Hermione once again took off his Hufflepuffypants and replaced it with a Ravencushie that would tell her when he had wet or mess himself. It was a light blue diaper with a bird on the front.
She'd laid the diaper out on the bed and shifted him onto it by lifting him by his butt. She couldn't help but take a little extra time to feel how firm it was and Harry definitely noticed the extra attention. His erect cock was almost poking her in the face as she shifted him over. She looked up at him and grinned. There was nothing she wanted more than to take him right there and then in her mouth.
But alas, the two of them were just friends, and so she taped up the diaper tightly and snugly before giving it a little pat on the front, right on Harry's cock.
"There's a good boy," she chimed, and kissed him on the forehead. Her voice caught in her throat as she quickly backed away from him.
"Sorry about that..." She said, blushing brightly. "I don't know what's up with me today."
Harry didn't mind though, every time Hermione made a blunder like that he got butterflies in his stomach. Not to mention his penis...
*
Professor McGonagall arrived at Hermione's dorm just before lunch time, wand in hand and ready to do business.
"Pleasure to see you again, Ms. Granger," she nodded at Hermione. "And you Mr. Potter." She tipped her hat at Harry who was still tucked up beneath Hermione's duvet.
"Hello Professor. Do you think you can solve this? Make Harry better?"
The professor grumbled.
"I'm going to give it my best. I certainly don't think I can make things any worse. But you must understand, there are no guarantees here."
"I know," Hermione said. "I just want what's best for my ba-" she stopped. "For Harry."
McGonagall looked at her curiously before holding her wand out in front of her, directed at Harry.
"This shouldn't hurt a bit, Potter." She winked at him. "Now you've been reverted to the weakness of a baby, essentially. So it may take a few days for your entire strength to return to you." She carried on waving her wand. Hermione watched on in concern from the corner of her room as the elaborate spell unfolded.
Harry's body soon became awash with small specs of violet light that soaked into his body and seemed to rejuvenate him. McGonagall's wand movements were exact and precise. Any fault in her spell could end up making the situation worse.
The specks of magic dissipated. Harry was asleep.
"Is he supposed to be unconscious?" Hermione asked in a panic, rushing to Harry's side and stroking his hair in worry.
"He'll be fine, Ms. Granger." McGonagall smiled, but it was easy to see how exhausted she was after performing that spell. "Report back to me how he is tomorrow morning, and we'll see what needs to be done beyond that point."
"Thank you, professor." Hermione nodded as she took her leave.
Hermione smiled at Harry's sleeping body. He looked so peaceful and care free. The boy had the weight of the world on his shoulders, this sudden problem was just another in a pile of never ending issues. But she found herself feeling so much closer to him now. Somehow she didn't want this scenario to end. She loved to have him in her control, looking out for him and caring for him. She wanted to mother him, and have him be her baby forever and ever.
The thought made Hermione's thoughts all pink and cosy as she made her way to her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, but viewed herself differently now. Hermione Granger: mother. It had a nice ring to it.
Before she could get any further lost in her fantasy, Hermione noticed two growing patches of liquid in her Hogwarts jumper.
"What the hell?" She whispered in a panic, careful not to wake up Harry with her cursing as she fumbled out of her jumper until she was only in her bra, a pretty pink and frilly one that was hugging her breasts far more tightly than normal.
"This-" she unclipped her bra and let her enormous, DD breasts spill out. That's when she saw what the problem was.
Hermione's nipples were big, pink and very swollen. From the ends of them, drips of white liquid could be seen.
"This can't be happening..." She said in disbelief. Could her maternal instincts for Harry really have been this strong? Or was there something more magical at hand? Perhaps there was something else afoot here...maybe this curse didn't just affect her baby Harry.
She squeezed the end of her breasts, close to the nipple and closed her eyes as she felt instant relief. Milk sprang forth from them in thin spurts and she found the aching sensation that she'd been feeling was slowly going away.
That's when she had an idea...
Still topless and lightly kneading her breast, she made her way into the bedroom, where Harry was still in a deep sleep.
"Here you go, baby." She said softly. "This'll make you nice and strong."
She leant against the side of the bed and hovered the soft, pale flesh of her breast over Harry's mouth. A gasp escaped her mouth as she felt Harry instinctively latch onto her tender nipple. Ripples of maternal pleasure shot through her entire body and she found herself squeezing her breast harder so that more milk might make its way into his body.
As soon as her left breast had run dry, she immediately popped the right one into his mouth and squeezed as hard as she could against the tender flesh. Taking pleasure in the pain.
Without her knowing, Hermione's hand descended to her lower region. She slid her fingers beneath the silk of her pink panties, and began to lightly rub her clit as Harry's suckling slowed and her milk ran dry. Harry began to stir and was slowly awaking.
Hermione rapidly dove away from him and snapped her hand out of her panties. She hightailed it to her bathroom and quickly put on her bra and jumper again, before walking back into the bedroom nonchalantly.
"Is everything alright, my baby?"
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