Sprint for  thehumangenomeproject In which a diapercritter overtakes, hypnotizes and encases a certain cute little Tyto butt :P


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Full Moon Antics:
The light of the full moon streamed through the unlit apartment’s many windows as I heard the door squeak open and closed, hidden in the deepest, darkest shadows from which I watched. My only moderately refined hunting instincts urged me to make my move now, expecting my new host to spot me before the perfect time, but I restrained them. My new host would be an owl, yes, and would have excellent night vision, but he was also unaware, unwary, and had no idea what was coming for him, or the gift he was about to receive.

From the shadows I continued to watch, a light rustling coming from my muzzle as it spread into a grin, and the owl who's apartment I had silently broken into came into my sight. He was a college student, male, in his early twenties, and had just gotten home from a late-night shift at the animation firm he worked at. There was a loud groan of discomfort as his work clothes were immediately discarded onto the ground without the loss of a moment, and his suitcase, full of studio related papers and homework no doubt, hit the floor next to the door with a thud. His eyes had past right by me a dozen times, as a target has been known to do when not paying attention or sensing danger, but had never seen anything out of the ordinary, never caught on to what was lurking in the corner.

I remained silent and still as he undressed in the living room, Psudo, the owl, leaving his things strewn randomly around the room, knowing that, as soon as I moved his ears would detect me even if his eye's didn't. The crinkle was hard to ignore, even for one who didn't know what a diaper sounded like. Psudo sat down onto the couch and started playing some music on a wireless device, 'karma chameleon,' loud enough to cover any noise either of us made admirably. I knew the song, and it would make an excellent audio track for what was to come.

With my Cheshire cat smile growing further across my face, plastic skin crinkling all over as I moved slowly, quietly towards my mark. Psudo heard something as I brushed past his kitchen table, towards him, the growing sound of rustling sounding like a plastic bag, and turned his head as he stood up, beak suddenly falling open and mouthing a nearly audible 'what the fuck...?' as he saw my werediaper form.

Under normal circumstances I was a person, like any other, twenty nine days of the month, but, like so many other creatures of magic, the full moon was special to me. I was a fox every other day, with snow white fur and black markings, playful, cute and friendly as foxes tend to be, but, every full moon, I transform. It was always thrilling, the feel of your fur flattening against your skin and going soft, thin and shiny, like the plastic backing of a diaper. Under that, your muscles fluff out, gradually breaking down into thick layers of densely packed super absorbent polymer, all the while your mind fills with the driven instinct of any anthropic curse: spread what you have, far and wide, and make them do the same.

Psudo's eyes opened wide as I made my final approach, my crinkling white body and toothless grin reflecting in the moonlight. He made to scream but I increased my pace, closing the distance between us in half the time it took to open his beak and he backed up compulsively, tripping backwards and fighting to keep his balance as I overtook him, all the strength and speed of a supernatural form making any struggle inevitable. But, as they always do, the owl insisted on fussing. He grabbed an empty vase off a nearby stand once he regained his footing and threw it at me. I make no move to dodge, and the glass harmlessly bounces off my side to fall to the ground, rolling away. And then came the terror.

I know some diapercritters that like to sadistically enjoy the fear of their hosts, but, personally, I like making them enjoy their fate more. It always satisfied the anthrope in me more, and I always felt more in control when I did. The owl had backed up against a door, face aghast and a whine escaping his beak as I overtook him, grabbing with unnatural strength his right arm with my left and spinning him around with as little effort as were he made of paper. Another squeak from the owl sounded around the second chorus of the song, still playing in the background, and I began to overtake him. Once I had him pressed against my crinkling belly, and got his left hand in mine, both of my mitten-like paws opened up suddenly, wrapping themselves with animating force around the owl's front talons. He had made it easy for me, so I didn't bother charming him - he'd come love what's happening to him soon enough, and the squirming only made it more fun for me.

Once the padded mittens on the ends of my arms had taped themselves around Psudo's paws, I could relax. I had him now, and no amount of squirming was going to break the magical seal on my tapes. Always taking great pleasure in manipulating a new host, I puppeted him for a few seconds, giving the squirming owl a big, crinkly hug and picking him up off the ground, a good-hearted giggle escaping my muzzle. His legs, now freed of their earthly tether, flailed in the hallway, knocking something off the wall as my legs unfurled like my hands had, splitting at the seam with tapes out, ready to seal shut again once my new occupant was inserted. With my advantages, it wasn't too hard to get his taloned hind legs into my diaper footpaws, which sealed shut as well, and now there wasn't really much squirming he could do, both his arms and legs contained within mine, only his torso and head free.

"P-please..." He started to beg, whimpering, "W-what are you?! Let me go...!" I could see tears of terror welling in the owl's eyes and frowned... that wouldn't do at all. A sad host was no fun at all, so I pressed my nose against the side of his head, humming deeply and smiling again.

"I got you," I say playfully, my chest rustling as the plastic rose and fell in a giggle, "so be a good owlet and come play with me... Don't you love how thick and cozy I am?" He squeaked at my further touch, but, with my muzzle in contact with his head, I made a link and started playing hopscotch in his mind, another of the unearthly powers my kind possess. I didn't change much, not wanting to ruin the fun of a good, squirmy capture. I just struck a few cords, changed around a few wires in there and took away the bulk of the fear, replacing it with raw reluctance. I could feel my new host relax significantly, but only for a moment. Next, he whined loudly and started wriggling again as the front flap that crossed my chest opened up, revealing my hollow interior, soon to be filled. It wasn't two seconds after Psudo had been pulled inside that the thick, snug front of his new, sapient diapersuit squeezed shut and sealed itself with tapes across his chest, leaving only his cute little feathery head free. I smiled again, enjoying every frustrated whine, and the growing helplessness of finding that he could only move as far in any direction as the thick padding between my silky interior and plastic skin would allow him. I had total control over him now, and I knew it, so there was no reason to go quickly.

With all the rest of him overtaken, I slowly unfurled the thickest, most heavily padded part of my body: the face and head. With between two and four inches of diaper all over him, snuggly hugging his every muscle and curve, there was nothing the owl could do to even remotely escape my engulfing finale. The last thing he saw, I knew from experience, as the dimming light from my muzzle as it closed back up in front of his face, sealing him into complete silence and darkness. Now I had him, truly and completely, and the control felt wonderful.

"You're no longer potty trained," I said aloud, repeating the thought as a command through our mental link. My host, who had been squirming tremendously up until that point, suddenly whined out of my muzzle and started thrashing heedless of his helplessness, though, against my supernatural power, he made my limbs move only a little in random directions, easily compensated for. He lost what little control of his bladder I had left him with a moment later, and, with a titanic whine, I felt him wet himself, the absorbent padding that sat between his legs soaking up his accident instantly and with no trouble. As a suit, I was watertight, and grinned with appreciation as my hatchling host whimpered in dismay as I started to walk, realizing that he only moved where I allowed him to, and that I held dominance over him now. "Keep squirming," I said with a playful chuckle, patting my belly where I knew he would feel it and reclining on the couch, "it feels wonderful."

And, with my dominance established, I went into his bedroom. The little owl still slept with plushies, I noticed with a giggle, and made him very sleepy.

"You love the feeling of a thick, soggy diaper... Especially when it covers your whole body like I do..." I said aloud, implanting hypnotic suggestions in his head as his squirming died off, "Nothing feels more comfortable, except curling up like a cub, snuggling a plushy in your pampers like the cub you are," I smiled, and felt my host doing so as well. He was even purring. From this point on, diapers would feel as natural to him as breathing or walking, and he'd always want to wear them, just like I do.

I purred as well, allowing Psudo to curl up under his covers, around his large, though clearly aged tiger plush, and drift comfortably off to sleep while I continued renovating his mind... In a month, when he made his first shift to a diaper critter like me, he'd fill the part admirably. I'd make sure of that.