Faith (News Reporter)

"This is Faith with Channel 9 News reporting live from the scene!" Announced a woman in a black pantsuit who was stood in the middle of a parking lot. Channel 9 was not the most popular local station by any metric, but Faith was still ecstatic for her first day with them as a prime time reporter after years of clerical work and understudy. Her crew, consisting only of a camera man who doubled as a the van driver (Thomas) and a sound tech (Clarissa), were diligent and prepared to follow her through Hell and back if need be.

This wasn't what any of them were expecting for their first team outing, but that just meant they could be some of the first to get the real scoop on the hullabaloo happening down town. Every other news station had opted to hold off their reporters from street view after reports of crazed attacks, and even Channel 9 warned against it, but Faith was determined to prove herself. Just behind them was possibly the clearest shot of what was going on that could be found outside of social media recordings scattered across the net: a local business known for supplying discounted baby supplies was being mobbed by a small crowd of people all dressed up in infantile clothing, some going into the store and others coming out with shopping bags stuffed with toys, packs of diapers, clothes, and the like.

"As you can see behind me there is a shopping spree at Discount Diaper Depot! But as far as we know it's not for any mundane reason like a sale. If you'll pay attention closely, you'll notice that the rumors you've almost certainly heard seem to be true: nearly every shopper here is dressed like a baby!" The camera zoomed in behind her to focus on a woman with an especially pronounced waddle, her adult clothes long gone and replaced with a short dress that did nearly nothing to hide her massive diaper from view, for emphasis on this point.

Most of the big babies gathered around were women, or at the very least looked like them. Some were curvy, others thin, short, tall, and so on, but a select few that seemed to be leading the more disorganized rabble among them had large diaper bags slung over their shoulders and were particularly well-endowed. It seemed that the curse by now had mostly stabilized in terms of preferences towards the feminine, with many of the afflicted that had any inkling of their previous identities coul having faint memories of calling themselves men once, but the curse was still quite mutable.

One such mommy in the crowd, naked save for her thick diaper, was a striking example of such mutability: rather than being human, the woman appeared to be an anthropomorphic lioness, her tail swishing with content as she watched the other babies go about their little play errands with her arms crossed. Some of the babies had been directly transformed by her, evidently, as there were a few other animalistic sorts - not all lions, but most, a few other sorts of cat species could be counted amongst them (including a tiger boy and two house cat girls) that all lacked any clothes aside from their diapers. She was the first to take explicit interest in the news crew's arrival, looking over from her flock with a smile.

Faith had been recounting what little information the news crew had been given to the camera when Thomas let her know that one of 'them' was coming. The lioness had begun to saunter over, cupping her breast and massaging it with one hand in anticipation of feeding more hungry cubs. "Oh!" Faith said, turning to the motherly figure with her microphone outstretched to better capture their voice. "Miss I must say that is a very realistic costume. I have to ask: just what is going on here?"

The lioness began to squeeze her breast softly as she leaned in to speak, some milk dribbling out of her nipple. "Aww, are you playing news young lady? Are these your friends?" She said with the condescension one typically reserves for toddlers.

Faith looked directly into the camera with a grimace. Thomas shrugged. They had already known these people were unstable so the likelihood of them getting any coherent answers was slim. When she turned back to ask what the cat woman meant she was shocked to see that the lioness had stuck her other hand down the front of her pink bunny printed diaper and apparently begun to publicly masturbate, her eyes closed. "What are you doing?!" Faith screamed, mouth open just long enough for a squirt of milk from the now-moaning mother's then tightly squeezed tit to spray into it. She tried to shield herself far too late, the sweet liquid dribbling down her throat and beginning the change.

Like all the others before her Faith's body glowed a bright pink. Her black pantsuit stretched across her body, merging with her skin and becoming a sleek and shiny coat of black fur, whilst her respective anatomy reshaped itself painlessly and seamlessly into a muzzle (adorned with cute little whiskers), twitchy kitten ears, a tail, and paws. Finally there came the piece de resistance of the curse: a diaper appeared as if from thin air taped snugly around her waist, patterned with cute little fade-when-wet fishes and balls of yarn. And fade when wet they did, as the newly reborn panther girl looked directly into the camera once more and cocked her head in confusion at the faint hissing sound coming from her now-sagging and swelling diaper, an act that the shocked camera operator decided to zoom in on as well.