The "Randomise" button pulsed invitingly on the screen. Jeff hesitated, then with a nervous click, he initiated the transformation. A message appeared on the screen:
RANDOM TRANSFORMATION
Transformation: Huggies Ultra Dry Nappies Girl Size 3
Duration: 1 week (auto-reset, after disposal, when user ready to be changed again)
Location: Change Table, next in line to be used
He barely processed the text before a wave of dizziness washed over him as the world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colours and sensations. When his vision cleared, he was no longer Jeff, but something...different. Something utterly horrifying.
He was a diaper. A soft, absorbent haven for bodily fluids, moulded from fluffy padding and a plastic film. His face, once full of youthful exuberance, now formed the inner surface of the diaper's contoured shell, trapped in an endless panorama of pale, sterile white. He could taste the blandness of the padding, smell the faint, synthetic fragrance of freshness clinging to his being. His hands, transformed into awkward tabs, twitched uselessly as he tried to comprehend his predicament.
A chilling realisation dawned: he was destined to contain waste. His very essence was now inextricably linked to absorbing the excrement of a small child. The timer on Chronivac's interface flickered ominously - one week. He would be forced to endure this indignity until going a entire week unused, resetting just in time to be used again as he was disposed of and reborn, fresh but forever damned to contain a little girl’s waste.
He felt himself lifted, transported to the top of a towering stack of pristine diapers on a change table. A little girl's giggling echoed in the distance, her tiny voice carrying with it the promise of unspeakable horrors. His folded form trembled as he hears a woman's voice saying "Someone needs her diaper changed," followed by the thump of approaching footsteps as the giggling gets louder, as the woman approaches the change table with the little girl and her soiled diaper.
Jeff sees himself being reached for as the woman lays the little girl down on the changing pad and lifts his new form off the pile, and lays him next to the little girl and her dirty diaper, ready to be used as a fresh receptacle for the child’s waste. He can see the woman as she removes the dirty diaper with a grimace at its contents, while Jeff waits anxiously. The moment of truth was upon him – his face would soon be pressed against the little girl's bottom, forever entwined with her bodily functions. The woman slides him under the little girl's bottom.
Then he feels the pressure of her soft flesh pressing against him as she is laid back onto the table. The woman then dusts her bum with powder before pulling Jeff up around her bum. He can feel his plastic shell being pulled around her tiny buttocks. "There you go sweetheart," the woman cooed, "all clean and fresh now." As she fastened him securely in place with the tabs that are his hands around the little girl's waist, he felt a surge of despair. He was trapped, a prisoner in this plastic purgatory, forever subject to the whims of a child's bowels. His once vibrant life reduced to a sickening cycle of waste and renewal. His transformed senses experience the little girl's warmth and the scent of baby powder.
The little girl’s giggles turn into excited squeals at the new diaper, as she’s lifted off the changing pad with Jeff securely fastened around her bottom. A primal terror grips him as he processes his new reality: he is now a vessel for the child's waste, destined to hold her bodily excretions for several hours or so until she is ready to be changed again, and he becomes fresh once more only to be used once more.
His transformation was complete; he wasn’t Jeff anymore. He was a diaper. His transformation had been random, but the consequences were anything but arbitrary - they were a living hell for Jeff, the diaper boy trapped in his own personal purgatory, and there was nothing left but to wait for the inevitable. As he asked himself, will I ever escape this hellish fate?