Art by  wob Story by me

Dylan had known that magic girls were being kidnapped. She’d known she was supposed to be careful of the evil organization FUN, which specialized in taking heroes and turning them into big, helpless babies. But she’d never actually thought that she could possibly be taken herself. Until it happened.

It was far worse than she ever could have imagined. Dylan thought that she was just going to be taken to a cell somewhere and interrogated. She didn’t realize just how extensive FUN was until she saw it with her own eyes, as she was marched down their main hallway.
It was an entire operation. Defeated magic girl after defeated magic girl was strapped into a machine, being forced to stream for entertainment as they were forced to mess giant, babyish diapers.

It wasn’t even just for humiliation either, Dylan knew that one of the most efficient ways of draining a magic girl of her powers was to make her literally poop it all out. They were being turned into helpless, stinking toddlers on camera.

Dylan wished that she could say she had put up a fight, but the truth was FUN was brutally efficient at babyfying magic girls. All it had taken was one injection of their special serum and she was just as desperately in need of diapers as the rest of her former friends.

The FUN agents had even assigned her to dual stream with Wob, her former mentor. Wob had been one of the first magic girls to be kidnapped. She had put up a pretty good fight, but months of injections and hypno-screens had turned her into a stinky diaper baby without any powers who could barely waddle and gurgle basic sentences.

Wob was stuck playing some trendy VR game. Dylan wasn’t sure if she was good at it, but she had a ton of followers and giggled happily as she swung her controllers around. That was the one good thing, she was clearly enjoying herself. There was nothing left of her former personality, just a big baby happy to get attention and show off in her mushy diapers.

Dylan herself was forced to speedrun Super Mario 64. Again, she wished she could have said she put up more resistence. Less than an hour after being plopped in front of the TV she was giggling with a big, smelly mess in the seat of her pampers and discussing strats on how to beat her best time.

At first, Dylan thought that she would be rescued. After all, there was no way that FUN would get away with such a brazen act. Surely people would team up and defeat them together, that was the way it was supposed to work.

Except no one ever burst through the door announcing a rescue. Every day, more and more defeated magic girls arrived, gurgling and sucking their thumbs with their diapers mushing between their legs. Dylan even recognized some of them. FUN wasn’t just going after newbies, several of the girls she saw getting their butts wiped were supposed to be the most elite tier of fighters.

That wasn’t to say that a rescue was never tried. About three weeks after she’d been captured, Dylan was on break getting her diaper changed. The FUN agents were remarkably careful handling her balled up, poopy diapers as they placed them in sealed bags. At first, Dylan had assumed it was just another one of their random quirks, but she had soon discovered that they were actually selling her used diapers.

It wasn’t a small amount of money either. She could see this one had just sold for $5,291, which was a little high but not by much. Wob’s often went for closer to $7,000-$8,000. She had no idea who could possibly be buying defeated magic girls used diapers, but on the other hand she had no idea there was a market for babyfied magic girls streaming video games either. But there was something particularly humiliating about FUN making money off of the fact that she was a helpless diaper filler.

The FUN agent patted her clean diaper and stood up. Dylan rolled over onto all fours to see where he was walking. Dozens of captured magic girls were being lined up. There must have been a failed raid. Dylan smirked, it was foolish of FUN to bring so many magic girls into one place.

One girl stood in front. She must have been the leader. She looked indignant as the FUN agents wheeled a large ray gun in front of them and pointed it at her. There was a flash of light and suddenly the magic girl was standing in just a t-shirt and thick baby diaper. Her knees shook and she fell back onto her cushy bottom.

The girl looked around vacantly as she sucked her thumb and her diaper expanded underneath her. She was either utterly unaware that she was making a smelly mess in her huggies or no longer cared. It had taken less than five seconds to completely and totally babify her.

The other magic girls looked on with shock as their former leader shifted onto all fours and grunted and finished making her stinky without a care in the world. The FUN agent absentmindedly clicked a button and moved the beam over the head of the next girl in line.
What had been a group of indignant magic girls quickly devolved into a mass of oversized babies having poopy accidents in their diapers. They tried to resist the beam. Every single one of them failed.

Dylan could only suck her thumb as her former allies were led away all around her, waddling and squishing in their freshly messed pampers. She looked for some, any sign of resistance left in their eyes but there was none. They were now helpless pottypants girls.

She felt a squish on her bottom. The FUN agent was back and checking her diaper. He gave it a good mush. Dylan’s eyes widened. She must have just messed. She hadn’t even noticed herself going potty. It was a heavy one too. She would have liked to have said she was just distracted, but the truth was she barely noticed herself going potty anymore. Soon the only way she’d know if she needed a change or not would be to reach down and feel if she was smushy or not.

The agent easily could have just finished the job and turned her into a total baby right then and there with the babyfication beam. But what was the point? Even Dylan realized there was no hope for her anymore. With a weapon that strong, the remaining magic girls wouldn’t stand a chance. They’d be hunted down, one by one, and transformed into a bunch of heavy huggies babies.

Dylan was left whimpering as she was led back to her own streaming setup next to Wob. The FUN agents had hooked it up so that every time someone in chat donated $50 or more, a hypnotic chime would play in Wob’s ear and force her to make pushies in her pampers while her diaper weighed down a scale. Some “charity” event. Naturally there was a nonstop series of dings while Wob grunted and giggled, filling her diapers.

Dylan knew that soon she’d be joining her. She was left begging and pleading as her diapers expanded, her remaining powers and resistance being turned into poopy mush. She tried her best to resist, but by the end of her stream she was just another baby giggling and wiggling her stinky huggies for the camera.