As she walked - no, waddled - her way closer to the mirror on her closet door, Erika could not help but feel a
cold shiver up her spine. She also could not help but feel a constant, warm slapping of her waste against her
bottom, the onesie that had replaced her clothes being skin tight and that not being at all kind to the soiled
diaper that had replaced her soiled panties.
"Gck. . ."
The eleven-year-old gave a heavy shudder as she came to a stop in front of the glass now, one more disgusting
press of her poo into her bottom being enough to make the girl reluctant to ever move again from where she
stood now. Once she had come to a stop some of the pressure was eased up at least, and that allowed for her to
now start looking herself over in the mirror.
"Well, still looks. . . kind of like the shirt, I-I guess. Not much of a silver-lining. . ." The pink, flower-
spotted shirt the girl had had on made for a fine bit of attire on its own, but somehow it got a lot more
embarrassing for the girl from the mere addition of having been expanded to wrap around between her legs. This
likely wasn't helped by the diaper underneath - indeed, that was the girl's main concern - but the onesie
still hardly helped to improve the situation.
Strangely though, the girl found herself tugging at it and worried more about it as she pondered aloud, "Wow,
this feels weird on my diaper. . . It's so tight and icky. M-Maybe I should try and change into something
better, then see if Mom can change my diaper and --"
Wait, hold on a minute!
The girl was focusing on the wrong part of this, and as she realized this she wheeled her spine and head
downward to get a look at her rear. The sudden motion was not kind to it, and the girl couldn't help but feel
tears beginning to come to her eyes at the result. This was not helped at all by the distinctive bulge around
the waist and especially in the butt of her onesie.
"Iffn. . . I-I. . ."
Feeling hopeless now, the girl started to backpedal to her bed. Erika stopped herself a moment before sitting
on it, however, as she realized that this would only make the matter of the waste in her new, crinkly
underwear worse; a lucky break, the girl supposed, but she needed to decide what to do next and soon. And that
first extended to finding out just how far this extended, which a quick around the room offered insight into -
to begin with, a look back at her bed now showed an oversized crib like what a baby would use, the bars on one
side presently lowered. That was a panic-worthy sight in itself, but this was further enhanced when Erika
turned her head toward where her homework desk was and found it replaced with a large changing table - one
clearly large enough to handle diapers her size.
"Th-This can't be happening. It can't. . . Okay, deep breaths. . ."
Erika had been told before to, when in doubt and when finding herself too worried to think, try to clear her
mind of any thoughts for a few moments and go with whatever the first solution that popped into her head
afterward was. Now was a good time to put that advice to use, she decided, and so the girl tensed up, doing
her best to ignore that her bedroom was now a nursery for a particularly large baby and that she had a poopy
diaper on.
These were, of course, not the easiest issues to force out, but the girl did succeed for a moment, which was
all that was needed. And once she had her moment of clarity, the girl's first instinct was to. . .