The moment they stepped into the bar, the air shifted.
It wasn’t just the lighting—still dim, still washed in violet neon—it was the feeling. That presence Jennifer remembered. Heavy. Watchful.
She was there.
Kira sat in the exact same booth, like she’d never left. Black dress clinging to her body like smoke, one leg crossed lazily over the other. Her fingers curled around a glass of something dark and gleaming. She looked up as they entered, and her smile unfurled like a blade.
“Well,” she purred, “if it isn’t my favorite little science experiment.”
Maya stepped forward first, fire in her voice. “We know what you did. We want it reversed—now.”
Jennifer stood behind her, one hand braced beneath her massive belly, the other resting on the small of her back. Her breasts strained beneath the fresh top she’d just bought, the diaper rustling quietly beneath her joggers. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her body said everything.
Kira’s eyes flicked over her, slow and cruelly amused.
“You’re nearly there,” she said lightly, sipping her drink. “Doesn’t she look divine, though?”
Jennifer stepped forward, trying to keep her voice steady. “Why me? Why this?”
Kira chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Why not? You crossed my path. You laughed too loud. You didn’t even see me. A little spell, a little twist of fate. It’s not personal.”
Jennifer clenched her fists. “Then undo it.”
The witch tilted her head.
“I could. But where’s the fun in that? You’re so close now. And I’m curious to see how it ends.”
Before either of them could respond, Kira lifted one finger and snapped.
The change was instant.
Jennifer gasped as her clothes vanished from her body in a shimmer of air—except the diaper, still snug around her waist. Maya, mid-step, yelped and covered herself, her outfit gone in an instant. The bar was suddenly empty—no bartender, no patrons. Just them. On display.
Jennifer’s arms wrapped around her chest and belly instinctively, heat rushing to her face.
Kira’s grin widened. “Now you’re in the right state for what comes next.”
“You witch!” Maya shouted, yanking a bar napkin from a nearby table and holding it against herself. “You’ve made your point!”
Jennifer didn’t say anything. She was trembling, humiliated, her body too heavy to run and her pride already gone.
Kira leaned back in her booth. “Go on, then. You’re wasting time.”
They didn’t wait to argue.
Maya grabbed Jennifer’s arm, and the two of them hurried out of the bar. Jennifer waddled slowly, one hand holding her swollen belly, the other awkwardly helping to keep her diaper in place. Her thighs chafed, her breasts bounced heavily with every step, and the thick padding between her legs made moving even harder.
The bar door slammed behind them, the weight of the encounter still clinging to their skin like smoke. The cool air hit Jennifer’s exposed body instantly, and she flinched, instinctively curling her arms around her breasts and swollen belly. The diaper crinkled with every breath, the only thing left protecting even a shred of her dignity.
Maya, equally exposed, had one hand across her chest, the other yanking a patio umbrella off a table to wrap around her like a makeshift cloak. Her cheeks were flushed, not from the cold—but fury.
They stumbled out onto the quiet street, lit by nothing but a flickering streetlamp and the dying orange haze of late morning.
“What the hell was that?” Maya hissed. “She just—stripped us?”
“She’s playing with us,” Jennifer muttered, her breath ragged as she waddled forward, her body far too heavy to move quickly. “She thinks it’s funny.”
Maya looked around—eyes scanning alleys, windows, doors. The car was still a block away, parked in the small lot behind the café. But for Jennifer, even a few steps now felt like a marathon. Her belly was tight and huge, the skin pulled taut over stretch marks that tingled. The diaper between her legs made each step awkward and wide. Her breasts, massive and sore, swayed with each careful movement.
“Can you walk?” Maya asked softly, moving to her side.
Jennifer nodded, barely. “Slowly.”
They moved together, one arm linked around Jennifer’s waist. Her body was so much—too much—and now, exposed in the street with nothing but a diaper between her and the cold morning air, the situation felt beyond surreal. People would see. Someone would ask questions.
“Don’t look at them,” Maya said quietly. “Just keep going.”
Jennifer didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Her face was burning, but her jaw stayed clenched. Her eyes locked forward.
Then, just as they reached the end of the block, a shimmer rippled across the street behind them. Jennifer glanced over her shoulder—then stopped.
Kira stood under the streetlamp, hands folded loosely in front of her, that same knowing smile on her lips.
“You should be thanking me,” she called, voice light and lilting. “You’ll never forget what it feels like to be seen.”
Maya turned, shielding Jennifer with her body. “Leave us alone!”
But Kira just laughed and took one graceful step back, into the shadows. Then another. Then—gone.
Jennifer stood frozen, her breath hitching, her arms hugging herself tighter.
Maya turned back to her. “Come on. We’re almost there.”
Jennifer nodded slowly, swallowing hard. “But she’s right about one thing.”
Maya glanced at her.
Jennifer’s voice dropped, quiet, certain. “This isn’t going to be over until she wants it to be… or until we make it end.”
And with that, they kept moving—two figures against the city, one nearly full term, wrapped in only stubbornness and fear, heading for a car, and whatever came next.