"Trina, I want your boobs. Do you think you could give them to me, please?" Brenda
crossed her fingers, hoping this was for real.
"Sure!" And as if she had done it before, Trina simply squinted her eyes shut, and her chest
became flat.
Seconds later, Brenda looked down at her own chest. It quickly expanded, with the master
bra adjusting to the change. "Wow! Thanks!"
"Not a problem," Trina responded. "Anything else?"
Brenda hadn't planned to do much more, but Trina's inquiry gave her an idea. "Well, you
know, without your boobs, you might as well be a little kid. Trina, I want you to become a
two-year-old in body and mind. However, I want you to be aware that you were once
older, and I want you to feel absolutely humiliated and helpless when you are treated like
the baby you will be."
"Well, alright." Within two minutes, Trina became a simple toddler, and her slave panties
had, fittingly, become a slave diaper.
"Amazing..." Brenda said. "Now, go poop your diaper, or take a nap or something. I want
to watch TV in here."
Sure enough, Trina waddled to her bedroom, a foul stench following her all the way. Upon
her arrival, she discovered that the changes she had undergone did not just apply to her
body.