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Tasha's Watch Shenanigins
🕑 Added 2023-04-22 16:01:01 +0000 UTCThe chatter of the bar was especially distracting tonight, so much so that it was making Tasha’s head throb slightly. She’d been here every couple of nights, scoping out people who she thought might be interesting. However, tonight was looking to be yet another bust because almost none of the people milling about had caught her interest.
Her date earlier had been much the same—boring. She’d left the restaurant with the doldrums, determined to somehow make her night worth it since she’d already gone through the trouble of coming downtown. Now she was seriously considering giving up for yet another night and going home because the crowd of the bar was proving to be just as disappointing as the accountant she’d been set up with.
That was until she walked in. She was the kind of woman Tasha imagined the world moved in slow motion for, wearing a tight-fitting dress that started halfway down a massive bust and ended just below a ludicrous bubble butt. The shade of bubblegum pink was likely something that even Barbie would consider to be a little much, and the matching six-inch heels seemed ready to stab through the floor given how pointy they were. With long blonde hair, lashes that rivaled her heels in length and a figure meant to slowly feed sand through to time things out, only one word came to Tasha’s mouth.
“Bimbo.” she whispered, licking her lips excitedly as she watched the woman cross to the bar. The woman went for a bar stool, her plump rear threatened to swallow the cushion rather than support it.
Tasha was unable to peel her eyes away from the woman as she brought her wrist up, subtly pointing her watch at the bar’s newest eye candy. The discrete scan only took seconds, compiling everything about the woman’s physical form in a neat and tidy little information file. Once the little ding played—no louder than a normal text tone—she was off, traipsing across the bar toward the bathroom and the privacy of a stall.
She was already tapping away at her elaborate timepiece’s screen, inputting the commands to manifest the new form file’s contents onto herself. Tasha knew well it was somewhat thoughtless to be using her watch so openly, she also knew that most people wouldn’t give a mousy brunette who’d come in alone and scurried toward the bathroom a second look.
She was plain and drew no extraneous attention to herself—it’s what made her secret identity so perfect. Halfway to the bathroom she finished adjusting her settings, leaving only the big “TRANSFORM” button on her watch’s screen. She was almost to the door, ready to run through and hit that button when a tremor wracked the bar, causing the brunette to lose her balance and slip.
“Shit!” she called, tumbling to the ground with a soft thud. As she’d expected nobody got up to help her; most of the patrons around her simply held their drinks tighter due to the tremor but none were bothered by it or her.
“Wonder which pair of idiots are leveling a city block tonight…” she thought, pushing herself back up to her feet, “At least when I go play superhero no buildings end up demolished.”
Tasha found the bitter taste of salt in her mouth only to have worsened when she looked down at the watch that transformed her body to be doing something it’d never done before—showing a loading icon.
“The hell?” she thought, panickedly tapping on the few buttons available to try and get it to cooperate, yet it refused to work. “Crap! I still need this thing to go out and fight crime. Why the hell isn’t it working?”
A nagging thought crept into Tasha’s head while she fiddled with the watch, her conscience deciding to chide in with some unhelpful hindsight. “Maybe it’s a bad idea to take the high-tech alien technology you use to fight bad guys and shape-shift into random hotties to get your rocks off.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. It’s my night off, I can do whatever I want.” Tasha grumbled, turning on her heel and heading towards the door of the establishment.
“I’ll have to fix the damned thing when I get home.” she thought.
Her conscience spoke up again, “Not that I know how to do that.”
“Shut up,” she whispered as she exited the bar, starting the long trek back to her apartment.
The walk home did little to alleviate Tasha’s worries about her watch because, while the little hourglass icon had started to flip and move, it still remained behind the screen completely unwilling to disappear no matter how badly the hero wanted it to.
Her apartment door opened into darkness, with the lingering smell of a scented candle in the air to combat the smell of floating dust bunnies. Through the blackness the red glow of an alarm clock was cutting through, displaying digital numbers that reminded Tasha that it was one in the morning, a late hour even for her.
“Gaaaaaawwwwwd dammit, I didn’t even realize.” She sighed, weighing her options as she flicked on the light in her small foyer. “I’ve still gotta get that piece sent in to the editor tomorrow morning, which means getting up early and proofreading it first.”
She looked down at the watch on her wrist, then to the door that led to her bathroom. “I’ll fix you tomorrow. Maybe some sleep and a shower will make it easier to think.”
With decidedly zero time or motivation to worry about it tonight Tasha started undressing herself, removing her rings and leaving them on a small table in her hallway. Her wallet and phone hit the kitchen table—hair clips landed elsewhere. She moved through her house, leaving little piles as she went until finally she was pulling off the blouse and corduroys she’d worn on her date and leaving them by the bathroom door.
“A problem for me a few hours into the future.” she grumbled. Only the watch and her underwear remained, both of which she was thrilled to be free of.
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her hipsters, stretching the black fabric speckled with white polka dots. She was starting to pull them down when a flash from her watch interrupted, grabbing her attention.
“Oh, now you do something,” she said with a sarcastic eye roll, slipping her hands back out of the underwear and bringing her wrist to her face.
The hourglass was gone but it’d been replaced by another notification she’d never seen, filling her with confusion.
“Analysis complete: Beginning Assimilation.”
“Assimilation? What the fu—”
All of a sudden her words were cut short as she felt the familiar sensation of her clothing shifting. Well, the only piece of clothing she had on anyway. The fabric of her polka dot hip-huggers was shifting and spreading, covering her rear to be more like briefs. Weirdly enough they were also stiffening, the cloth becoming much less malleable than regular cotton.
Tasha watched the transformation of her underwear in confusion, considering ripping them away from her body to stop it before it could finish. She’d never seen her watch do this and was slightly concerned about the results.
“Assimilate” sounded sinister to her, but before she could even begin trying to remove the panties they started to grow. It wasn’t just in the amount of surface area. No, they were ballooning outwards. The outer plastic-like fabric was more a shell now than anything else with the interior fluffing out like a pillow.
That was exactly what Tasha thought of each time another inch of the thing came into existence. It was as if somebody had taken hold of two sides of a pillow and was fluffing it up, accordioning it between their hands and willing more soft material into existence.
A crescent-shaped portion of her panties was thickening, growing by millimeters at first— negligible amounts really. However those millimeters added up and the dipping crotch became steadily heavier. Millimeters turned to inches and soon threatened to become a full foot.
“Why a diaper?” Tasha wondered out loud, recognizing the thing when the sides of her panties became wings to attach to a landing strip and the tapes sprouted out from them.
She was more bewildered than concerned at this point. Usually whenever her watch scanned clothing it just added temporary alterations to what she was wearing and definitely never took so long to morph all the way.
Something about this slow and agonizing transformation, along with the way the material pushed into her thighs and hugged her waist, felt so much more permanent than any of her other clothing transformations had.
Even worse was the size of it. Tasha’s underwear hadn’t become like the thin incontinence briefs she’d see in a pharmacy. This was a literal diaper with nearly three-quarters of a foot thick padding. Its monstrous bulk was enough to spread Tasha’s thighs a few inches.
“Okay, this is really weird…”
She examined the padding quizzically, wondering what about the bimbo would cause a diaper to appear. Had her watch translated the cushiony ass to be a cushion around her ass, or was it as simple as the tiny pink dress before just barely containing the material of a diaper at the bar and Tasha having been too horny to notice?
“It doesn’t matter,” Tasha groaned, reaching to rip the tapes away and free herself, “I’m more bummed that I lost that pair of panties. They were some of my favor—”
Her body instantly convulsed, all the air in Tasha’s lungs was pushed out and leaving her breathless as fiery sensations sparked across her body.
Her hands dropped from the tapes at the waist of the diaper, flying out in front of her to brace herself from the fall caused by her knees buckling beneath her. She was kneeling following a hard thump, her body struggling against the watch’s transformation sequence.
Like everything else today this was different than what she was used to. The physical transformations were always quick, like jolts of hot lightning quickly followed by a slight warmth. This “assimilation” was definitely slower because, unlike her transformations while being a hero, she could feel each change to her body played out in minutes that felt like an eternity.
Her hips were widening, her breasts growing, her butt filling out, and her thighs thickening. Tasha was seeing these changes though, her vision blurred by tears due to the intensity of the process. No, she could feel them overpowering her senses as heat congregated in the affected areas and jolts of energy rocked her nerve endings.
Shakily she reached for the watch on her wrist, hoping that she might be able to stop the process from going much further, but her vision was so blurry and she couldn’t really see the screen of the device.
She was struggling just to keep her eyes open and her body still. Her fingers graced one of the watch’s buttons, finding purchase for a second before the warmth in her body surged, sending her into a wild howl. The targeted heat was pooling on her erogenous zones, sending Tasha into a fit with the surge that made her bottom more bell-shaped and her breasts meatier.
Without even realizing it she’d begun grinding her hips in the air, swinging the heavy core of the diaper between her legs like a frantic pendulum.
Whatever her body had gone through it was a minor concern compared to her new, excruciating need to cum brought on by the transformation. She felt a jolt of energy running through her like a live wire only to have all the loose energy hit her pussy like a bolt of sexual electricity.
She ached for attention and pressed her hands into the front of the diaper to drive the padding into her crotch. The wedged material spread her lips, pressed against her clit, and added some much-needed friction to her frantic hip bucking as her rump continued to fill out and her bust grew heavier.
It still wasn’t enough.
Tasha was stuck just on the edge of exploding into an orgasm, or at least that’s how it seemed because with each second that passed the burst of sensations would grow more intense but gave no satisfaction.
Tasha’s humping remained frenetic as she pressed her hand harder into the front of her padding. She was met not with the loud rustling crinkle from her diaper she’d become used to but instead a squelch that elicited an unexpected mewl from her lips.
Without realizing it warmth had started to pool outside of Tasha’s body too, marring the front of her diaper with a yellow stain that turned the interior cotton core from a fun friction grinder into a soggy landing pad that squelched noisily as she piddled helplessly into it.
Her mewls turned into a sigh, something about the soggy padding actually satisfying her more than just humping it when it was clean. She still couldn’t cum, but at least the heated diaper felt like it was placating her urges somewhat.
On shaky legs Tasha pushed herself up, her hand never leaving the front of her diaper. The shifting in her body was calming down, letting her know the agonizing transformation that bimbofied her body was coming to an end. While the heat that left her breathless was gone her horniness would not subside. She was still craving that orgasmic release.
More than that, her diaper was actually turning her on. She’d peed the garment like an infant—soaked it in fact—but that only made her hornier. “I couldn’t hold it,” she thought, her head filling with lust at the mere idea that she’d wet without realizing it, “Like a big baby I just went and pissed my diaper and it’s so warm and squishy. I just want to straddle someone in it.”
The realization that she needed a partner hit her like a truck. She couldn’t get off alone, that must have been what her body was trying to tell her given its defiant reluctance to let her experience a fleeting orgasm.
“Gotta make a call now.” Tasha said, waddling her new, unfamiliar body toward her discarded cell phone.
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When Elliot’s phone rang at 1:15 in the morning he heavily considered ignoring it. Hardly anybody was worth his time this late and he was walking out of a pizza shop with a slice. When he brought the phone up and saw that it was Tasha he immediately reconsidered.
Being a late-night booty call wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially when it came to Tasha because they could still hang out casually when whatever wild fantasy she had prepared for that night was satisfied.
He accepted the call, taking a bite right as he brought the phone up to his ear.
“If it isn’t my favorite shapeshifter. What’s up?”
There was a weird static sound on the other end, making Elliot think he wasn’t getting the best connection, but Tasha’s voice came through it fairly easily. “You gotta come to my place now, I need some dick. Are you close?”
Elliot’s eyes went wide and his member did a little jump. Obviously, there was a certain amount of interest on his end. He eyed the cross streets real fast. “Yeah! I can be to you in like 20 minutes,” he said.
“Make it 10,” Tasha said breathily. Apparently she’d started without him.
Elliot ended the call and shoved another bite of the pizza into his mouth, starting down the sidewalk with rare enthusiasm behind his steps.
Upon arriving at Tasha’s place he found the door unlocked, so he simply made his way in. He suspected that she was “in the middle of something” and figured that it would be more fun to join her rather than interrupt whatever she had going on.
He stepped through the hallway, immediately noticing Tasha’s little trademark clothing piles spread on various surfaces as he stepped deeper into the apartment toward the hissing sound he now recognized as the shower.
“Hey Tash, I’m here!” Elliot called.
He received no response and chose to follow the sound of water that had to be coming from her bathroom instead. The door he pushed open led to a room he was familiar with but clouded with thick steam.
Heat gripped the white tile room so much so that Elliot coughed a little. His opening of the door started to eject some steam and clear his vision. His eyes were immediately drawn to the sight of the tubular shower stall. With legs spread wide and a diaper sagging heavily between her thighs, Tasha was looking remarkably different. Her figure was far curvier, with breasts that would have made a cartoon character’s eyes pop out of their head. Long brown hair flowed from the top of her head, made somewhat frizzy by the heat, but that didn't seem right to Elliot, who remembered her having a short-cropped hairstyle.
The removable shower head was nowhere to be seen in the stall but Elliot soon realized why as he traced the hose from its perch at the top of the stall to disappearing inside her diaper.
“That’s a new one.” Elliot thought, unsure what to make of the water-swollen garment struggling to maintain its position around his fuck buddy’s waist. Physically though he seemed to like it because the swelling of his member against his pants was quickly becoming uncomfortable.
Tasha could apparently see it too because her wild look of ecstasy traveled down from Elliot's face to the growing bulge in his pants. All the while she didn’t stop humping the shower head shoved down the waistband of her nappy.
Elliot pressed his hand to the back of his head, rubbing his fingers through his fine blonde hair. “So uhh, how you doing?”
Tasha smiled at her guest, twisting the knob of her shower to turn off the flow of water. There was a moment of calm between them where Tasha’s eyes locked with his and silence filled the steamy bathroom.
Then, like a predator assaulting its prey, she was launching herself out of the shower, dripping wet and slowed only by the gait of her soaked diaper. Elliot backed up, trying to avoid being tackled. He made it to the end of the hallway before his legs gave out underneath him and he fell backward, landing on his butt.
Before he could move to get up Tasha was caught up to him and was reaching for the button of his jeans, ripping them open and off in a swift movement. Her skin was still dripping from the shower and the acrid tang of urine was prevalent in the over-soaked diaper but Elliot didn’t care.
Sexual energy bounced between the pair. Elliot started to scramble out of the rest of his clothes, while Tasha crawled all over him, bending her legs and squatting above his cock. The swollen crotch of her diaper rested on the head of his dick, threatening to swallow it in its bulk.
Using one hand to prop herself up over Elliot, Tasha reached beneath her and pulled the dipping crotch of her diaper aside, making way for him.
“You sure?” Elliot asked, somewhat startled by how sudden this all was despite his generally easygoing nature. Tasha responded by relaxing her calves and dropping onto his cock, skewering herself in the process.
So much happened in that single second. Elliot received his answer in the form of soft warmth wrapping around him and squeezing his shaft. The diaper plopped heavily against him and gave him a chance to feel the weight of the liquid absorbed by it. Something about feeling a nappy so completely filled only caused him to stiffen more inside Tasha. He was aroused by the prospect of her not only needing such “protection” but also just how full she’d made it. The pair gasped and moaned in unison, caught in the shared moment.
Then Tasha started to move, bouncing on Elliot’s crotch while he weakly thrusted upward. It was hard for him to move given that he was pinned beneath her newly transformed body and the heavy diaper wrapped around her thicker hips and plentiful ass.
At the same time, her vaginal walls squeezed him, working him to bring the rising need to cum to the surface. He groaned louder, his voice mixing with her slew of sweet obscenities to create a sexually charged orchestra performance.
The pair pressed against each other with hands moving constantly to explore each other’s bodies and create stimulation in other areas. One of Elliot’s hands trailed upward tracing a circular pattern around the areola with his middle finger while the other hand drifted low, pushing into the space between them to find Tasha’s clit.
He ran his thumb up her labia, finding the hood where her swollen pleasure button peeked out. Using his index and middle fingers he applied gentle pressure, following her fervent bouncing as best he could while making circles that matched the ones stimulating her nipple.
It was a lot to remember, even more so when he was getting closer to that all-encompassing release. Still, the yelps of affirmation and a couple of sets of full-body spasms told him he was doing right by his partner because she was wracked by orgasms as he was nearing his limit.
When the moment came Elliot’s release was violent, a squirting orgasm that left him blinded to everything else as his limbs trembled and shook. White ecstasy flashed behind his eyes, and when it all cleared he was lying limp with all of Tasha’s full weight on top of him. She too had seemingly become exhausted from their rutting and thought Elliot the perfect bed.
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When her booty call patted her shoulder saying he’d love to give up and hop a shower, Tasha obliged but only after a certain amount of grumbling. She’d need one too but would let her guest go first since she’d pulled him off the street so late in the night.
Once they were both cleaned of whatever remained of their sexual rendezvous Tasha waddled over to her drawers while Elliot moved to make himself comfortable on the couch. Even without the diaper wrapped around her, she unconsciously stood like it was still there. It took actual effort for her not to stand that way, adjusting to press her meaty new thighs together.
Upon opening her underwear drawer she found that not just her polka dot panties had been transformed. Every pair of panties she owned had been replaced with crinkly folded rectangles. Tasha realized her effort to fix her gait was wasted.
A gentle pang in her bladder warned her that she’d probably need it anyway. She had no idea what complications came with her new body after all. Plus, even the sound of the crinkling nappy sent a shiver up her spine, reigniting her horny passion when she unfurled the padding.
Shakily Tasha brought up the middle of an unfolded diaper up around her crotch, taping it in place haphazardly around her waist.
“It’ll do until I find some new panties.” she said, only half believing her own words when the interior cushioning of the padding rubbed against her as she tugged at the sides.
She moved back to the living room where Elliot was underneath a blanket, worn out from their joint late-night exercise and already snoozing peacefully on the couch. Tasha stared at him for a long moment, taking in the scene of the person who’d been so kind as to save her from the unending horniness that was so terribly all-consuming.
He’d taken care of her when she needed it.
That realization brought another thought to her head, a creeping idea that maybe Elliot could take care of… other things. Tasha just had to make him perfect first.
The horny thoughts were obviously clouding Tasha’s better judgment and exaggerating her already impulsive nature. The watch hadn’t just messed with her body but also her mind because right now she could only think toward achieving satisfaction in her new diaper-lover state.
She reached for the watch still wrapped around her wrist, fiddling with the buttons and dials till she landed on the ‘projection’ feature. She’d never used it much, seeing it as impractical to change a criminal’s body when she was better off just defeating them first, but if she was to try it why not now when she’d already had so many new experiences recently?
The watch scanned Elliot’s body and displayed a list of attributes, giving Tasha a slider underneath each one to morph him however she liked. Before she started her fingers crept across the corner of the blanket, snagging it away and revealing the nude form underneath. Tasha smiled, glad she wouldn’t have to contend with any clothing while she formed his new body.
Her approach to remaking Elliot could only be described as all or nothing. While the watch had merged her form with the bimbo from the bar, Elliot’s new body would go beyond that.
This started by making ‘Elliot’ into ‘Ella’ and making his—no, her body much, much more feminine. Slim shoulders and wide hips took the place of the laid-back gym rat’s strong upper body. She decided to keep his height but redistributed some of it to give him long, luscious legs. With a swipe his genitals disappeared, replaced by a brand-new pussy.
Once Ella lay before her Tasha decided some things were missing though. Yes, she was hot and just to see her lying there excited the diaper pervert immensely, especially since she could see her former fuck buddy’s skin flushing with arousal. She could imagine what Ella was feeling because she had felt the same sensations just recently—the pooling heat that came with intense arousal and the glistening moisture from her newly acquired vagina.
Turning her focus to her partner’s chest, Ella’s breasts were turned from reasonable orbs of creamy flesh with petite nipples to heavy mounds. Each was full of what Tasha expected to be milk. Her mouth watered just thinking about it.
She considered briefly leaving Ella be for now but then another set of options appeared. She saw a section for dick size—which was currently set at zero—and an array of sliders grayed out. Tasha’s excitement was unable to be contained at the sight and she pushed the slider as far as it would go, hoping to see something spectacular.
She wasn’t disappointed as a massive member exploded out from Ella’s pelvis, pointing skyward and decked out with aggressive veins that twitched as inch after inch was added to its glorious width. Her new cock was girthy, nearly eleven inches in length, and twitching with activity.
“Ohhh and it comes pre-hardened!” Tasha exclaimed, looking at the new dick hungrily.
She was moving closer to her newly transformed companion, licking her lips in excitement.
Before her hands even got the chance to wrap around the pre-cum-tipped futa cock that Tasha dubbed her new favorite toy, Elliot/Ella’s eyes flew open in surprise and she drew in a sucking breath, the endorphins flooding her brain from the unconscious arousal. Her body convulsed and she yelped in surprise, arching her back as pre-cum quickly mounted into a squirting orgasm that painted the ceiling and the surrounding upholstery with sticky white sperm while a wild splash of breastmilk overflowed from her new breasts.
Tasha watched on in wonder, thrilled at the results of the transformation. Ella however seemed more perturbed, looking around wildly while her body wound down from its inaugural orgasm.
“Tasha what the fuck?!” she called, obviously startled by her new higher-pitched vocal cords.
Tasha herself sauntered closer to Ella, smiling wickedly at her. “What’s wrong Mommy Ella? Didn’t you like that?” she asked.
Ella blushed, still coming to grips with her new body as she examined it, looking past the peaked mounds of her breasts to her muscular midsection and monstrous new cock which still stood proud and stiff despite having just released an impressive load of cum.
“It’s just a bit of a violent way to wake up is all…” she said, realizing just how much of the mess around her was of her own creation.
Tasha placed herself between Ella’s legs, looking up at the massive cock before her. “I figured you’d like it.” she explained, “and I needed a new mommy because as far as I can tell the diapers aren’t going away. Neither is my unstoppable appetite for cock. You think maybe you could help me out with that?”
Ella cocked her head, seriously considering the proposition. Tasha, impatient as ever, decided to help her along by bringing her lips around the head of her stiff member and working her tongue around the head.
“Y-You know, that’s not making it any easier to think…” Ella half-joked, struggling to contain a moan of pleasure at Tasha’s treatment.
Meanwhile the diapered pervert worked her mouth down, allowing the trunk of a cock entry so she could kiss the wide middle and then finally the base. She looked up at Ella, just able to catch her eyes beyond the edge of her breasts, and winked at her.
It was hard to answer with all that futa cock shoved down her throat, so she assured Ella by working her tongue across her shaft with what little space her tongue had, trying to milk another orgasm from her as she bobbed her whole body back and forth, stroking the monstrous cock with her esophagus.
Her diaper crinkled behind her, its plastic shell bouncing against her heels and squishing against her rump. The twinge in her bladder had once risen to a nagging pressure, pushing against her bladder uncomfortably.
Tasha wasn’t sure what part of her insisted she hold back her need to pee, possibly something pre-assimilation, but now she was more than ready to let it go, soaking her haphazardly tapped padding while she deepthroated her caretaker’s cock.
The twitch at the base let Tasha know Ella was at her limit and it was quickly followed by a torrent of hot cum shot directly into her stomach, then another, and another. Tasha was all of a sudden feeling full and it was in direct contrast to her bladder emptying into her diaper.
Slowly Tasha worked Ella’s massive Futa cock from her mouth, which was easier because its incessant swelling was finally starting to go down. Ella herself was breathing heavily, feeling the fatigue from the night’s strange events.
Tasha looked up to Ella, pulling her out of the post-coital half-dream state she was in.
“So,” she asked, “do you wanna move in and take care of this big horny baby?”
Ella appeared to think about it in earnest before nodding.
Tasha nearly jumped in excitement.
