"Stop it right there! I know what you'll do," Dustin shouted angrily at Ty, but suddenly felt herself bent over and receiving several strong WHAPs on his round and cute little ass. They stung and made him wiggle and struggle, until openly crying. From there, the slaps got softer, though each one still hurt a decent amount. The sound was much different too! It sounded more or less like slapping a very soft pillow. After 20 hard slaps to her ass, she was sitting up again and leaning into Ty for comfort, even though he'd delivered the strikes himself.
"Going to be good now?" Ty asked, noticing a large yellow area grow on the white diaper that had been placed on her uncontrollable body. She simply nodded. "Good. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I'm going to keep you in diapers, as you simply enjoy pissing and shitting your pants way too much for regular 'big girl' panties. I think you love it and love playing like that. But, that's just my opinion, and I'm certain it's your's too."
From there, her bowels began shifting, depositing a large, mushy mass in the rear of the babyish diaper. She blushed deeply and moaned quietly. "I told you you'd like it," Ty uttered and stood up from the rocking chair he had been sitting in, and placed the moaning and wiggling girl in her bouncer, letting her play and have as much fun as she wanted. He then began walking away, closing the door behind him and leaving the girl to herself. Her toes barely touched the floor but she could still get a good bounce going, pressing the messy diaper against her bottom and spreading it all across her diaper. It didn't take long before her first orgasm really hit, making her blush deeply.
Ty could hear her little moans from downstairs, where his foster parents were now cleaning in maid outfits that they filled perfectly, especially those DD chests! They scurried about, sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, wetting, and messing as they continued, their diapers thick and bulging below their skirts. If one didn't see their names on their chests, one wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Ty began feeling powerful in himself, thinking there wouldn't be anybody from stopping him. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he lost his powers. Cautioning himself, he checked he still had them by making what used to be his foster mother wet herself enough to need to mop up and get changed.
With a sigh, he left the house and began walking. What to do, what to do.