As George's head cleared, he tried to get up by holding on to the lockers, but his legs were still too weak from his orgasm. As he thought about what had just happened, a burning heat started in his crotch and rose all the way to his head. George was high on sex drive and he new it, so he reached into his underwear... diaper? and grabbed for his cock.
"What... happened to me?" George gasped as his hands brushed a smooth vagina.
As his hands explored, and his mind became more confused, the heat inside of George became unbearable. He needed a release now!
"Somebody left their backpack!" Gasped George.
He grabbed the pink backpack and began to hump as fast as he could... but nothing happened. George was now sobbing in frustration as each crinkle and squish of his diaper only reminded him that he wasn't going to achieve release without a change.
Just then, that diaper girl, Crystal, came waddling out of the classroom holding her stupid picture in both hands. Whatever had happened in that classroom had made Crystal sexier: her black shirt now sported a pink teddy bear on the front, between her very firm, softball sized breasts, and her diapered butt was definitely bigger. Crystal held her picture under his nose and squealed.
"Daddy!"
George ignored Crystal... again... as the hot tears of misery ran down his cheeks and he humped harder. Crystal looked at the person who used to be her daddy and sighed. She reached down and picked up a pink pacifier and used it to scrub at her picture for a minute. Satisfied, Crystal held up the paper for George to see and he paused long enough to read the words on the page.
"My name is Eileithyia, goddess of children and daughter of Zeus."
George wiped his tears and locked eyes with Crystal for a moment before she crumpled up the paper into a little ball. George gaged as Crystal stuffed the ball of paper into his mouth and then plugged his lips with the pink passifier.
George's tears of frustration and confusion began again, but he couldn't spit the paper out of his mouth because he was too busy suckling on the pink passifier.
Crystal gained a pair of knee high, laced boots and her shirt sprouted matching laces running down her back. Crystal giggled and sucked her thumb in triumph as her diapered butt grew another size, a pink mist enveloped the crybaby with the backpack, and she went in search of a snack.
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