The sun dipped low as they made their way home, painting the sky in streaks of orange and rose. The town had quieted, shadows growing long across sidewalks as shops closed and windows dimmed. The world looked almost peaceful—almost normal. But nothing felt normal anymore.
Jennifer walked stiffly, every part of her aching from the transformation still lingering in her bones. Her Lycra shorts were strained to their limit, the split seam barely holding together, her thighs sore from rubbing, her chest sore from swelling, deflating, shifting again. She felt bloated, heavy, and worst of all—desperately in need of a bathroom.
She clenched her jaw and kept walking.
Almost home. Just hold it.
Beside her, Maya waddled, arms slightly out for balance, the tutu on her leggings bouncing with each awkward step. Her diaper sagged slightly already—she hadn’t said anything, but Jennifer noticed the way she moved. Slower. Less steady.
Maya suddenly stopped. Her breath hitched.
Jennifer looked over immediately. “You okay?”
Maya’s eyes widened, lips parting—but no words came.
And then she winced. Her whole body stiffened.
Jennifer knew instantly.
A soft, wet crrshh sound followed, low but unmistakable. Maya’s face flushed deep red as she staggered a step forward, her knees slightly bent, a faint whimper escaping her throat.
“Maya—”
“I couldn’t—” she whispered. “I tried to hold it, but I—I couldn’t—”
She let out a shaky breath as her diaper sagged further, the back visibly puffing out beneath her tutu. Her cheeks burned, tears pricking at her eyes, and she turned away, too ashamed to look at Jennifer.
Jennifer reached out, gently placing a hand on her back.
“I know,” she said softly. “It’s okay. It’s almost over.”
Maya sniffled, voice thick with her lisp. “How do you know?”
Jennifer looked ahead, toward their apartment just a few doors away.
“Because she said we were almost finished. And this feels like the last test.”
They walked the rest of the way in silence, Maya waddling with her loaded diaper, head low, and Jennifer clenching everything just to make it to the bathroom.
When they finally reached the apartment, Jennifer unlocked the door, pushed it open, and ushered Maya inside.
The air was still. Quiet.
As if the room was holding its breath.
Jennifer exhaled slowly. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Maya nodded, tears quietly running down her cheeks.
They didn’t talk much that night. They just did what needed to be done—washing, changing, settling into pajamas that didn’t quite fit anymore. Jennifer sat with her knees drawn up on the couch, watching the moon rise through the window, one hand resting on her soft, changed belly.
Maya curled beside her in silence, clean but still tense, her head resting against Jennifer’s side.
“I’m scared of what’ll happen when we sleep,” she whispered.
Jennifer ran her fingers gently through her hair.
“Me too.”
But they knew it was coming.
The final change.
And when they woke—
They would find out who they’d become for good.