"See, I'd really like Daddy to be able to focus on the important parts of his life--you know, sitting around like a filthy sack of shit and watching porn, while jacking off all the time and stuffing his fat face with food. It's pretty inconvenient that he needs to take the occasional break to come in here and use the toilet. That's where you come in. I figured, since you love getting smeared with shit, that I'd turn you into Porker's permanent diaper. What do you think about that?"
"What? No! Please, don't...don't do that to me! Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Why? Because thinking about you sitting under my fat, filthy Daddy on his stinking couch all day, while he stuffs himself and watches porn, gets me so fucking excited little toilet paper. Don't you want to be useful around here? Why would I have you hanging around all day, barely doing any work for the two of us, when you can keep my Daddy company all day long instead? I'm just interested in efficiency, is all."
Jeff tried to object again, only for the world to twist and warp around him. When everything came to a stop, Jeff was no longer hanging on the wall of the bathroom. Instead, he had the sensation of his face--or at least, what would have been his face--being pressed up against Porker's wide, stinking ass crack. He wanted to gag, though of course, as a diaper, he couldn't. He couldn't do anything to get away from it, as Ed just chuckled, at the thick, padded diaper that now swaddled Porker's loins. He walked up to Porker where he was standing, a bit confused by what he was suddenly wearing, and groped the front of it, grinding the front of the diaper up against Porker's squat cock. Jeff felt it too, though to him, it felt like Porker's cock was nudging up against his own asshole, though he knew, of course, as a diaper that he couldn't have a hole there, right?
"Now Jeff, I wouldn't turn you into just any diaper, of course. No single use disposable life for you. No, you're one of a kind--Porker is never going to have to take you off for the rest of his life, that is, unless I decide to put you somewhere else." Ed made a few adjustments on the chronivac, and the next thing Porker knew, he felt his bowels open up without his control, and he filled the seat of his diaper with a massive load of shit, Jeff horrified as the fat pig's shit was forced against what had, at one time, been his face. Porker's bladder released as well, and he felt his piss streaming against his hole, running down into the diaper, where it pooled there in the padding. Jeff screamed and gagged mentally, disgusted beyond belief, while Ed just laughed, stroking his hardening cock. "I know the sensation it probably unpleasant, little diaper, but the sooner you eat it all up, the better you'll feel, right? Aren't you feeling rather...hungry?"
Ed made a few more clicks on the screen, and Jeff felt a now rather unfamiliar sensation suffuse his new form. He was...hungry. He was starving, actually. Hungry, and thirsty, actually. He could taste the shit now, feel it soaking into the fabric, and as disgusted as he was, he found that he could, somehow, churn himself, working the seat of the diaper like a large mouth, chewing and mashing the shit inside it, and somehow...swallowing it, absorbing it into him, and he felt, slowly, the hunger abating. Something like a tongue appeared as well, a flap of absorbent diaper that he could wield to wipe between Porker's ass cheeks, probing the old pervert's filthy hole, getting every last bit of shit that he could find and absorb to keep the hunger at bay. Within a matter of minutes, during which Porker was moaning and groaning in pleasure as Jeff's diaper mouth and tongue at the literal shit out of his ass crack, his small cock rock hard and pressing up against...against Jeff's hole. He was craving something else now, and he found he could suck Porker's cock into something like a pucker in the front of the diaper, tugging and pulling and sucking at it until the fat pig came with a series of shuddering grunts and groans.
"Fuck little diaper," Ed said, "I figured you'd put up a little more resistance, but turns out you're a fucking natural. You object, but I think you like the taste of my daddy's shit, don't you?"
"No, I..." Jeff thought, feeling almost drunk off his meal, "I didn't, I was just hungry, I didn't want to, it was just...Please, no more, don't leave me like this, please..."
"But you make such a good diaper!" Ed said, "You did just a good job just now taking care of my Porker. Why wouldn't I want to keep you right where you are?"
"No! No, I'm not a diaper, I don't want to be a diaper, I'm a person! You can't do this to me!" Jeff shouted telepathically, desperate, already feeling the hunger starting to build again.
"Now now, someone sounds cranky," Ed said. I'm going to have to turn off the telepathy, if you're going to throw a tantrum. Come on Porker, let's get you situated on the couch before I go have a fun day in the neighborhood."
Ed led Porker downstairs into the den, plopped his fat ass down on the now filthy couch, turned on the TV, and Porker zoned out, watching the porn already playing on the screen. With Porker's full weight bearing down on him, pressing him against the nasty couch, Jeff felt like he was being pressed out of existence.
"Please, I'm sorry. Don't leave me here, I don't deserve this, no one does," Jeff pleaded.
Ed just smiled. "Have a good day, little diaper. Make sure you eat up, and keep Porker nice and clean. If I come home and he's the least bit messy down there, I'll find something worse than a diaper to turn you into--trust me."