It was a long hot summer as John wandered the country side, as in the case with the English weather a storm had blown in off the coast. The hard rain was now beating on the back of his neck, his long hair not matted and stuck to his skin. The rain was falling hard, as if the sea was trying to invade by the sky. John ran for cover as the water bounced off the stone, and hit him in the face.
A tree provided some cover, as the rain leaked through and dripped big pockets of water down. John took his time and looked around, the rain cloud was moving over now. But he noticed a cottage hidden in a growth of ivy and trees, a woman looking through the glass beckoned to him. He made a dash across the yard, until he reached the front door. The door opened as he arrived, and the woman stood as he almost fell into the hall.
She was indeed a striking woman, curves in all the right places. John smiled at her as he dripped on the flagstone floor, she returned his smile and handed him a towel. It was soft it reminded him of his childhood, one that came to a tragic end.
¢‚¬“Hello there sir, you picked a day to walk didn¢‚¬„¢t you?¢‚¬
John looked at her again and laughed
¢‚¬“Well if your going to enjoy nature, you may as well take a few risks.¢‚¬
She pondered his reply, and walked away down the hall.
¢‚¬“Well then sir, you had better come through and get at least some of you dry.¢‚¬
John followed the curvy figure, placing his new friend in the middle age category, she had vanished into what seemed to be a kitchen. A stone fireplace held a pot above it, the fire was playing in the stone. Something was boiling in the pot, it looked like water to him but a little cloudy. The lime in the water he told himself, it made him feel better.
John my name is John, sorry I¢‚¬„¢ve been a little rude.
The woman smiled at John and satisfied by his manners, she offered him a cup of tea. As he stood by the fire, his clothes began to dry. He took the mug of tea, and smiled a thank you
My name is Elizabeth, please call me Liz
She replied in kind to John, as he drank the tea. He noticed that she was drinking hers from a cup, and very slowly at that. The pressure changed as the sun began to shine again, the storm had passed. John now mostly dry still standing by the fire, Liz smiled at him.
It¢‚¬„¢s such a shame the rain has gone, it often brings me fresh air. She said to him
Small talk was never Johns favourite part in life, and much to his dismay his nappy was now sagging due to the rain. His baggy trousers were good for hiding his secret, but now it was a little late. As he looked up the world began to blur, he looked at her smiling face. John crumpled to the floor, he collapsed. He could hear Liz far away voice
¢‚¬“Are you alright John, you¢‚¬„¢ve gone a little pale?¢‚¬
The world faded to black, as John drifted to sleep on the cold floor. It was dawn as the eyes opened, the room was brightly coloured. Shades of pink and purple pastels filtered through, the bars came into focus. They weren¢‚¬„¢t on the windows, but closer than that. As she turned the noise of crinkling plastic came to ear, and the feel of silk against bare legs took hold of her.
The door opened as Liz came in, she came up to the bed and checked on the girl now lying there. She looked at her blue eyes, and long blonde hair. The pink silk gown covered her torso, her bare legs covered by a think silk sheet. Toes sticking out of the bed clothes, Liz spoke to her in a soft voice.
Come on Daphne it¢‚¬„¢s time to get up now, Mummy has things to do.
The little girl rubbed her eyes, as she turned to face her mummy. The bars were that at the side of her bed, she looked confused at hearing the name.. But smiled at her mummy, as she sat up the crinkling became louder.
Are you wet baby, well we¢‚¬„¢ll give you a bath and change you.
Nodding the little girl smiled at the words, as the bars were lowered Daphne swung her legs from under the sheet. And put her feet at the end of the bed, her Mummy picked up her little girl and smiled. Carrying her through the upstairs of the house, and into the bath room. Daphne¢‚¬„¢s bum sagged with the weight of the wet nappy, her ruffled panties showed the signs of the strain. As Daphne was placed on the ground, she swished her night dress and laughed.
Mummy, what are we doing today?
Her voice was small and still lispy, Liz looked down at her new child. As she thought to herself ¢‚¬“The potion worked well, I just hope the effects are permanent. But so long as she enjoys this, it will be only if she figures out will it fail.¢‚¬
We¢‚¬„¢re going to buy you some clothes sweetheart, you need more clothes remember.

2. College Girl by Daphne Flower (PG) [Reviews – 0]
Characters:
Genres: (Babification), (Wearing Diapers)
Warnings: none
Summary: Our Daphnes grown up, but she has new problems. And she still has her diapers, what can go wrong? (870 words)

As the new term began to roll in, the new students wandered around with expressions of permanent bewilderment. They bumped into each other and generally getting confused, becoming even more lost as their instructions did. There was as always an exception, a small girl with blonde hair tied up in pigtails. Her frame was small and toned legs any dancer would be proud of. Her short pink t-shirt made no attempt at hiding her flat stomach and chest, her short skirt flicked up with the added netting. Legs covered by pink tights, and a black fishnets over the top vanished into the frilly plastic pants. This of course was the cause of some jokes, her frilly under wear not bothering to hide her purple nappy. She smiled as the people snickered as they passed her by; she continued to plan her timetable. Taking various looks over at the sheets, led her to write more down in varying colours. As she moved her head, a faint tinkle could be heard. This in turn came from the lace collar around her neck, a small bell attached to the collar jingled as she moved. Nodding her head in time to the beat of her mp3 player, she skipped those she wasn¢‚¬„¢t in the mood for.
A group of second year students stood by the entrance to the common room, two girls and a very tall male. All three were smoking and generally having a laugh, the silence or what passed for it soon vanished. The noise of a car engine cracked it in two, no ordinary noise this was the sound of a V8. This of course gained everyone¢‚¬„¢s¢‚¬„¢ attention, except for the three smoking.
The smaller of the two girls pointed at the innocent one on the grass while she talked with the other girl in a series of gestures and smiles. Finally she walked over to the girl, and began speaking with a heavy Liverpool accent. She looked up from her lying position, and smiled at the person who blocked out the sun. The noise of the V8 getting ever closer, as the beat from a sub began to arrive with the engine.
Small girl: Hey just thought I¢‚¬„¢d say, your nappies showing.
Lying girl: Erm! Thanks
Small girl: You new here?
Lying girl: Sorry my names Daphne
Small girl: Names Emma, but call me Tink
Daphne smiled at the nickname, and began to stand up. Roughly the same height, Daphne lost about two inches though. Tink stood at a rough 5¢‚¬„¢6¢‚¬ this made Daphne look even younger, she smiled and packed her papers into the pink backpack. Her nappy now more exposed than ever, Tink leant over and helped her out. Both stood up as Daphne swung her backpack over her shoulder, and pulled down her skirt and dusted the loose grass off her tights.
Tink: Before we meet everyone else, I gotta know where you got the panties?
Daphne: That¢‚¬„¢s easy I got them from Miss by Elaine.
Tink: Well maybe you could show me sometime?
Daphne: I¢‚¬„¢d be glad to.
Tink took hold of Daphne¢‚¬„¢s hand, and led her to the smoking group. As the cause of all the noise got closer, the other two looked up and began to move there head in time to the music. Daphne now a little shy began to hide behind Tink, the other girl simply laughed a little. The now rather tall and muscle bulked man, looked down as he loomed above them. Tink proceeded to calm Daphne by stoking her hair, as a red car came into sight.
Tink: Hey Daphne these are my friends, Kelly and Paul.
Kelly: Hey kid no need to worry about the mountain here.
Paul simply smiled and looked down at the small frail thing; the V8 began to purge the sounds of voices. As it pulled up behind her and Tink, then silence as the engine died and the music faded into nothing.
Kelly: And this is Remy, or Mr cool as a cucumber
Paul: Remy that gets louder every time
Tink: You almost scared this poor girl here.
The new guy introduced as Remy simply laughed, and looked through his mirrored shades. He was a sleek build, dressed mainly in loose fitting clothes. A pair of suede lather shoes, mushroom linen trousers and black short sleeve t-shirt with no logo. The back read, ¢‚¬“Too young to care, too old to drive slowly.¢‚¬ A garage logo for grease monkey under that, a monkey skull with two pistons behind it.
Remy: I¢‚¬„¢m sorry if I scared you, hope you¢‚¬„¢re alright
Daphne simply began to giggle, at the smooth sounding words. Each one dripped with charm, and laced with a fine tuned grip of sarcasm. He smiled and sent her further into a fit of giggles, pulling out a pack of luckies he offered one to the group. Daphne declined for now, as the others picked one out. Kelly¢‚¬„¢s went behind her ear, Paul¢‚¬„¢s into his mouth and Tink’s vanished into the recesses of her backpack. Remy however didn¢‚¬„¢t smoke at all; he simply returned the pack to his pocket.