Big baby girls

Emily stepped out of the cubby room with her best, sexiest strut.

Well,

She was trying to.

Now with her thick pink diaper she had a distinct and unavoidable waddle. She couldn’t bring her feet that close together at all and her steps were lumbering and wide. Still, her swaying butt and bouncing uncovered tits grabbed the boys’ attention so much they could hardly notice her underwear.

“Woah… Emily what’s this?” One asked with an excited expression.

“Aren’t you lesbian? I thought you only danced like this for Abigail.” Another asked.

She closed the distance, giggling and groping her breasts. “Well maybe today I’m playing with the other team.”

“Em, there’s no way you’re serious.” A boy said in more honest confusion.

“I’m very serious. There’s something new inside of me. Ya wanna see it?”

Most of the boys looked at each other before checking the doors. No one else had come through them in a while, and they didn’t see some of the babies run into the boys’ locker room while the rest hid behind sports equipment and bleachers. They looked back at Emily, fondling her tits passionately. Some of them couldn’t help but feel their mouths drop open. It wasn’t until she was just inches away that one of them saw her slightly sagging diaper.

“Hey Em, is tha-?” He started before being overcome by Joanne behind him.

Taking her cue, Emily strongly squeezed her breasts, spraying breast milk into the mouths and faces of the two closest boys. Drops of milk fell off their chins and started pattering onto their chests and shirts. As they staggered back and wiped their faces she jumped onto an awestruck boy and **** her lips over his.

“Wait! What are you-?!” He struggled to ask, opening his mouth enough for her to overcome him. Emily’s tongue furiously raced into and around his mouth, spreading her cursed saliva.

He fell onto the floor as his hair grew impossibly fast, turning into blonde pigtails tied in pink bows. His face shifted and became smaller and feminine, eyes more pronounced with cheeks and skin completely devoid of facial hair.

The transformation spread down his body, shrinking his shoulders and transforming his shirt into a pastel pink sundress. His waist shrank inwards and hips suddenly flared outwards. His boxers were ripped apart while the bits of fabric magically formed back together and grew, puffing out into a thick, thick, thick, soft purple diaper. Under the diaper his big boy penis shrank and shrank until it was sucked back into his pelvis, turning into a female uterus and ovaries almost immediately.

The transformation kept spreading down her body, making her jogging shorts tighter and longer, until eventually they were pink glitter stockings going all the way to his feet. Her feet shrank as well and his shoes turned into fuzzy pink slippers. Her arms, legs and torso all shrank incredibly fast, leaving her an adorably short girl at maybe five feet tall.

Emily stood up satisfied. She saw the others had turned two of the ones she didn’t grab into thumb sucking baby boys in dark blue onesies. The two who had her milk sprayed all over their faces were babbling little diaper girls in yellow pajamas. The last boy had run away, escaping, he thought, into the locker room.

Knowing what had already happened to him, Emily bent over, sitting on her messy diaper and inviting the babbling babies to suckle her massive chest. The two babies moved instinctively and latched onto her nipples.

Emily smiled. “I like girls more.” She whispered.

The boys, who had completely lost their ability to talk, nodded. They couldn’t speak big kid words anymore, but they could understand. Their bodies shrank, becoming just under five feet tall as their frames shrank and became feminine. Their shoulders and waists shrank inward giving them slight hourglass figures. Pairs of small boobies grew on their chests and manifested pink training bras. Their onesies turned bright pink, with poofy skirts.

Under their clothes their white diapers turned pink and thickened, pushing outward until they were so thick the babies couldn’t walk. Under them, their pee pees shrank rapidly, and turned into another pair of uteruses and ovaries. Their hair grew into short but curly black locks, and they lost any ability to speak, stand, or walk.

Finally, the magical-chemical combination of Emily’s cursed breast milk reached the bottoms of their stomachs, and they let out a chain of long wet farts, messing their diapers beyond belief.

Emily smiled. She loved babies. She wanted to have them with Abigail.

Joanne smiled as well, walking to the side of the gym as she saw a light turn off inside a teacher’s office.