And what had to happen, happened...

Tension mounted between my mother and me. Both of us wearing full diapers, bound together by that magical power, our inhibitions lowered, we looked at each other, and, overcome by a surge of dominance, I kissed her wildly. We then threw ourselves onto the bed and made love for hours.

It didn’t take her long to strip me of my new clothes so she could enjoy my body. I felt as though her own body had become younger. Our bodies moved in unison, our bodily fluids and sweat mingling. The only breaks we took were to have a wee in our diapers again.

All we had to do was rub our nappies together to reach orgasm. My penis and her pussy were getting all the stimulation they needed, thanks to rubbing despite the fabric of our diapers, which no longer seemed to bother us at all as long as we were rubbing against another nappy. The magic seemed to provide us with all the simulation we needed.

Several orgasms later, we kissed one last time and went off to have a shower. In fact, we took this opportunity to rub against each other again, and it didn’t take long before we reached orgasm once more.

We then went into the kitchen, and because of the magic that bound us together, our roles have been strengthened. So my mother had to step up to her maternal role, which she did with pleasure : she breastfed me and fed me as if I were a baby – her baby, whom she was looking after. It seemed to me that her breasts had also swollen and were full of milk.

I finished my meal with one last big, hot, poo, who emerged easily, in several waves, without worries, thanks to my mother’s caresses. It spread across my entire diaper and warmed every part that came into contact with my delicate skin... I realised my diaper must be magical because it kept swelling up yet didn’t seem to be giving way at all. It was as if it could swell up indefinitely. However, I was finding it hard to walk. So I had to find a solution. In the meantime, I crawled over to the sofa. I could feel the poo in my diaper against my thighs, which swayed from side to side with every step, just like my growing breasts.