Transformo Part 1 (Patreon)

“Yeah, can you believe she said that shit to you, Stacy?!” Andrea said to Stacy at the table. The light skinned, dirty blonde girl wasn’t really paying attention. She blinked herself back to earth with an audible “Hm?” 

“I’m.. sorry, what were you talking about?” Stacy said with a meek smile. The three other girls at the table just shook their heads. Stacy sunk a little into her seat at the obvious annoyance from her friends. It was their annual bi-weekly dinner party. They started the tradition in Andrea’s dorm a few years back when they were all in college. Normally Stacy was practically the life of the party, but lately, she’s just been so bored at these things. They practically only talked shit on other people, which normally she was fine with, but it was just getting stale.

“Chery? The girl who hasher cousin’s little kids? Remember she said you were a bitch?” Andrea said. 

“Oh! Uh, yeah.. I can’t believe that..” Stacy said, shrugging it off. The other girls gave her a strange look, and just started talking to each other without Stacey. She let out a sight, and finally just whipped out her phone. 

“God, I need to get out of here… It’s so fucking boring at these things now-a-days…” She thought, scrolling through her phone apps to find something to play. She randomly flipped through until she saw an app icon she didn’t recognize. “Transformo?” She thought, suddenly remembering the app she downloaded on a whim a few days ago. A friend of hers had told her it was the best thing game she’d ever payed for. With another shrug, she opened it up. 

Her screen went black. A few seconds went by, and a text box suddenly popped up. 

“Type what to transform into!” The type said above a text box. Stacy furrowed her brow. She remembered a bit of her friend telling her that this game will ‘totally transform your life.’ But she wasn’t sure really what that meant.

She pondered what she should type into this box for a few moments. She glanced around the table for a couple seconds, trying to think of something. That’s when it hit her. A few weeks back, Chery (One of the girls in the group) had brought her little cousins to their dinner party. The girls literally couldn’t get enough of oooing and awwing at them. It was honestly loads of fun…. And tons of attention for the little ones. 

“What if I was one of them…? Yeah, that would honestly be so much fun! I can just change things later…” She thought, feeling her fingers already typing in the box. A wicked grin grew on her face.

‘I am a little baby who still needs her diapers.’ She typed into the text box, then pressed enter.

“This will really spice things up!” She thought with a little laugh. She looked up toward the girls. “Bye-bye!” She yelled to them. That evoked a strange face from the others. 

“What are you-“ Andrea’s words trailed off, before the whole world went white for a second. Stacy could feel her clothes morphing around her, but couldn’t see more than a few inches. Her underwear started to bunch up, and then balloon out into a full-on diaper. The soft cloth padding felt simply heavenly around her waist.

Within a few minutes, the world came back into view. This time though, Stacy wasn’t sitting at the table. Instead, she was standing in her pink nursery, clutching her orange tiger. A gasp escaped her lips, before a drooly smile found it’s way across her face.

“Te-he! Me jus’ a widdle baby now!” She said, noticing her mind having trouble forming complete sentences. She shrugged if off though, and clutched her tiger a little tighter…