Mean, until…

Megan was wagging her diapered butt side-to-side. She didn’t even notice the two women in blazers and pencil skirts until they saw her and loudly scoffed.

“Oh my god. Are you for real?”

“Lady, what the hell are you wearing?”

Megan turned around, satisfied that Hannah’s diaper was fresh and changed. “Girls, I'm only wearing my diaper. This is a changing room. You can’t handle seeing a mommy with no pants?”

“Your children are screwed. How are they supposed to be anything when their mom wears diapers and from the looks of it they do too?”

“You no need to know how to potty to be important.” Her daughter Kaylie snapped back, standing proudly with her legs spread and hands touching the top of her diaper. “Mommy is a weal smarty!”

The two girls cackled. “My god. She can’t even speak right.”

“You girls awe so mean.” Megan said, trying and failing to hide her pouting. “My babies are pafect.” The angrier she got the more her baby lisp pronounced itself.

This just made them laugh harder. The two were so absorbed in mocking Megan that they didn’t notice Hannah jumping off the changing table or sneaking towards them from the other wall.

Megan however did see her baby might put herself in danger, and all of the sudden she bolted forward to recover her. Before she could, Hannah had wrapped her arms and legs around one of the women’s legs.

“Mommy! Meanie girl wants to take me!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, knowing it was a lie but that it would flip a switch in her mommy’s brain.

Megan in an instant changed her course. Instead of grabbing Hannah she grabbed the woman whose leg she was holding. The woman had been trying to pry her off, so when she grabbed she was too surprised to shake free. Kaylie all of the sudden jumped onto the waist of the other girl, pulling her pencil skirt down and slobbering over her. As the two obscenely shouted at them to get off, Megan was able to kiss the first woman.

In an instant her hair bun became so loose it barely held together, only a little red ribbon holding it together. Her surprised reaction slowly became lustful as a baby mommy’s saliva mixed with her own. Her blazer turned into a white and pink long sleeve pajama shirt as her bra vanished. Her pencil skirt turned yellow and became fluffy like a school dress. Her purple panties, getting wet from an unnatural arousal, padded out and expanded, becoming so thick she couldn’t make her knees touch each other. Her fishnet stockings were turning yellow, merging with her skirt and covering up her poofy diaper. Her high heels turned into crocs, making it look like she was three inches shorter.

Her legs became weak. She fell onto her padded butt as Megan and Hannah let go.

Kaylie was still grabbing and slobbering over the other woman. Her skirt had become a soft pink tutu, still caught halfway down her legs and keeping her from running. Her blazer had turned into a ballerina’s blue onesie and a large diaper padded her incontinent butt.

“Get off of me! What are you doin? How is this possible? Hillary! Hillary get up!” She shouted. Because Kaylie couldn’t kiss her she could only change her at the surface level. Her mind was still an adult, but that didn’t stop the large mushy mess sliding into the seat of her diaper.

Hillary moaned, trying to touch herself through the obscenely thick diaper. She wanted more. Kissing and rubbing and humping. Hearing her friend’s voice, she collected herself just enough to crawl on her hands and knees towards her. Kaylie still held her skirt down over her knees, and she could only scream as Hillary gave her a passionate, slobbery kiss. A second later, both women were just horny big babies.

Megan made Kaylie let go and scooped up Hannah and their diaper bag. The two girls giggled, seeing the once snarky women a raunchy mess on the floor. Without even putting her bottoms back on, Megan left the changing room and went deeper into the mall.