Fantasies - Part 2 (Patreon)

He yanked his hand away, as fast as he could, before he even had the chance to explore anything, cheeks already bright pink when he glanced upwards. He wasn't sure what to expect, really... In his fantasy, it had been him walking in, and since he wasn't in his real body, that was as possible as anything else. 

He also, briefly, worried it would somehow be one of his roommates, that, despite the room not looking like his own, they'd be there, catching him in the act of not only looking at these photos, but re-enacting them in a far more realistic way than he'd ever dreamed. He was pretty certain he'd locked the door, though, and, even if he hadn't, how would they even know this was him? Not that some random girl, wearing bedwetter pants, on the floor of their roommate's room, would be much better...

Of course, the room he was in was not his actual bedroom, or any room from the apartment he shared, so, obviously, it wasn't a roomie standing in the doorway... It was some woman he didn't recognize, staring down at him, hands on her hips. "And what do you think you're doing, young lady?" she asked.

"Nothing!" he squeaked, surprised at how high and delicate his voice sounded, compared to what he was used to. He scrambled to his feet, only then thinking to pull his shirt down over his new breasts, marvelling at the sight of them again for a moment, the desire to play with them coming into his mind at the exact wrong time.

"Oh, really?" the woman raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. Donald shrank back, finding yet another thing to be shocked at when he realized how much taller the woman was than him. He was used to being tall, not a basketball player, but enough that he could safely assume he'd be one of the tallest people in the room, usually, certainly taller than practically every woman he'd ever met. 

"Then I'm sure I didn't just see you with your hands in your panties, did I?" the woman crossed her arms, waiting for a response.

"N-No," Don lied. "I was feeling tired, so I laid down, and..."

"All right," the woman shrugged, grabbing him by the wrist. "I gave you a chance."

The smaller size, unfortunately, brought with it weaker muscles than he was accustomed to; he tried to pull his hand away, only to find the woman's grip unbreakable, and unphased by his apologies as he was pulled over to a chair, yanked over the woman's lap... His heart began to beat faster, knowing that, like in his fantasy, the naughty little girl was about the be punished for her transgressions... Except, now, he was the one being spanked, not doing the spanking.

Even through his Goodnite, the very first swat caused him to howl, the padding warming as the shock of the impact - and, perhaps, a weaker bladder than in his real body - made him wet himself right away. He was mortified, wriggling on the woman's lap, unsure if his inability to stop himself was because the spanking had affected him that much already, or if he simply didn't understand how to properly control his new body.

His accident didn't go unnoticed, either. "That's not going to stop me," the woman scolded, proving it by whapping his rear end again. "Try to hide the evidence all you want, I know what you were up to... You know the rules."

He didn't, but he did know he'd broken them, and he certainly learned his lesson about not doing that, the woman giving him a long spanking first over his Goodnites, then on his bare bottom, before leading him - sniffling, wet trainers around his ankles - into a huge nursery, taping a proper, thick, bulky diaper over his red bum, taking away his sweater. By the time the woman tried to strip him of his camisole, as well, he'd recovered enough to at least put up a token protest, which was met with a, "We'll see."

It didn't take long to find out what he'd be seeing, as another woman strolled into the room. "What are you two doing in...?" she began to ask, before seeing what Donald was wearing. "Donna," she sighed, shaking her head. "What did you do?"

"She was being a naughty little girl," the first woman answered. "You know how she is, when she thinks she's a big girl..."

"Donna, you didn't!" the second woman acted shocked. "We told you, you couldn't come with us if you acted up... We're going to have to get you a babysitter now!"

She knelt down in front of Don, one hand reaching out for his diaper. Instinctively, Donald tried to push her hand away, simply prompting the first woman to grab both his hands, holding them out of the way, allowing the other to investigate the padding thoroughly. "At least you haven't used it yet," she declared. "You know the rules... Tell the babysitter when you need to do, so she can watch you use your diapers... And so you don't use them for anything naughty. And, for trying to keep Mommy's hands off you, I think you can go without this..." Restrained, Don watched, squirming futilely, as the woman reached up, pushing his cami up, threatening to leave him for his babysitter in only his diaper and socks... "And I think you should wear the mittens, too, while we're at it."