At first it felt as though she were wearing two or three pairs of panties, and the layers between them seemed to fill rapidly with some sort of cotton-like material. Under his rubbing hand, Adrijana’s panties continued to thicken, and the tiny bow on their front dissolved as adhesive strips of material began forming along the front, as though they were holding it together. The soft material between her bottom and her skirt began crinkling noisily as she felt lacing line the leg holes.
Grinning adoringly, Arseni pulled away gently, as though they had just shared a passionate kiss. As her frantic heart pumping the poison through her system, Adrijana stared into his eyes, and her mind began clouding up. Her last fully coherent thoughts dwelt on the feelings swaddling her hips. The ludicrousness of the notion aside, did her panties… Just turn into a diaper?
Adrijana’s eyes lost focus, staring afar off as her pupils dilated. Her expression relaxed into a neutral frown, and her face went just a little pale. She moaned a little, like a child with a fever as her tummy gurgled quietly. She rocked a little from side to side, showing her loss of coordination and strength. Arseni, admiring his apparent handiwork, made use of her new-found suggestability.
“Adrijana pretty girl, cute girl, young girl. Cute girl like babe. Adrijana need diaper, Adrijana pee herself like babe! Lift dress, show Arseni!”
Adrijana was only barely concious of her surroundings. It was like a blury dream over which she had no control. Upon hearing his words, she began trickling urine, her unfocused, hypnotized look intact. She obediantly hoisted her dress up, revealing that she was now, in fact, wearing an adult-sized diaper, embroidered with a faded floral pattern, as though to fit an unspoiled flower such as herself.
Then, helpless to hold back, she began peeing in the diaper with full intent. She wasn’t sure if she had really needed to go so badly this whole time or if this were some trick, though she could hardly focus her thoughts clearly enough to think about it or really care; she just stood there, peeing in the diaper. Arseni watched intently, lightly prodding and squeezing the fabric as it thirstily drank her fluids, the warm and just-slightly-golden patch growing through the crotch and bottom of the garment.
The poor maiden, having surrendered her very maturity with such an act, let her skirt fall back into place and began shivering slightly, as though she were cold. Arseni took her and led her over to a log by the road, and sat her in his lap, combing her golden hair with his fingertips.
As they sat there together, Arseni pulled her dress back up and began very gently tugging and kneading the crotch to Adrijana’s diaper, spreading the wetness around and drawing her suppressed attention down there.
“You good girl! You wear diaper. You sweet girl! Adrijana meek, like child. Humble. Happy. You make man happy, man make you happy. You change children diaper, he change you. You cute girl!”
She slowly moved her hands to her diaper, resting them gently over her now-teased privates as he began massaging her stomach.
“See? Adrijana cute girl! Cute girl needs diaper. Cute girl likes diaper! Cute girl like babe!”