I feel like you had a lot more stories that you made based off asks on here... what happened to em?
Well I never deleted any stories so what’s here is what I wrote. As for why I stopped? I dunno. I guess I got too full of myself and thought I was a real writer, kept wanting to deliver better and longer stories until my reach exceeded my grasp and my natural self hatred turned to writers block, and my ADHD got way worse so I couldn’t focus on anything more than a paragraph at a time and that all turned into a terrible cycle of trying to write, being overly critical of a few sentences, failing to continue, hating myself for failing, and rinse and repeat. Ya know, the usual
"Give up now, there's no hope of escape," Wonder Woman said as she descended from the sky and struck her iconic pose. The small, brave crowd that had gathered immediately retrieved their phones and snapped pics of the scene. She addressed the Woman, clad in a green dress and holding two large duffle bags in a single hand. She adjusted her round-rimmed glasses and smirked at the heroine.
"I don't know that I agree, Wonder Woman. I think my chances are decidedly in my favor. I mean, look at my opposition, piece of cake." Wonder Woman's gaze remained steely as she continued the stare down. All villains bluff at first, but this fresh face is being particularly obnoxious about it.
"I have faced many villains over many years. The likes of 'Re-Write' hardly rank among the most intimidating." Wonder Woman had no idea where this Woman got her confidence. According to the Justice League database, she was a meta human with the ability to reprogram electronic systems to function the way she desires. Sadly she only seems to put this ability to use by hacking into government systems and robbing banks.
"I doubt that. I mean, why should I be scared of a grown woman who still wets the bed every night." Wonder Woman's body remained stoic, but her eyes betrayed her shock. How could this Woman have known? Her night time issue was a secret more closely guarded than her civilian identity. Even her mother and Amazonian sisters were in the dark.
"L-Lies will not save you! I don't do that!" Wonder Woman countered, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Re-write continued smirking at her foe.
"Maybe I was wrong. Soaking the sheets every single night isn't something a responsible adult would do, is it? Maybe you aren't an adult after all. No, you look barely look eighteen, if that." Diana's stoic expression rattled slightly as this Woman guessed her age exactly. She had just turned eighteen last week, and less than that, she was finally able to acquire her own apartment and no longer live in fear of exposing her nighttime secret to her American friends, the Kapatelis family.
"So you know how old I am, big whoop. You're still not getting away with this." Wonder Woman said as she drew closer to Re-Write. Re-Write made no aggressive moves, and she just continued to smile and attempt to bluff her way out of the youthful heroine's grip.
"Now that I say it, it's so obvious. I mean, just look at those ridiculous braces and all those angry little pimples all over your face." Wonder Woman balked and stopped mid-stride, nearly tripping. It wasn't as if she wanted to get braces. When she arrived in Man's world after living a life devoid of modern dental care, obviously she would need some adjustment. The dentist assured her that the rig she received was standard. Nobody had ever mocked her for it before. As she ran her tongue along the intricate metalwork across her teeth, a hand unconsciously moved to cover her mouth. And You could hardly blame wonder Woman for having acne. Everyone has it. She tried for years to be rid of it, even with the aide of proactive and washing her face every day didn't help. Every morning, aside from waking up wet, she found even more zits than the day before.
"S-Shut up! At least I'm not some petty crook using her powers for evil!"
"Oh, real scathing comeback, Princess. At least I'm not a nerdy little immature high school freshman."
"W-What?!"
"Obviously Wonder' Woman', real women have these," Re-Write said as she leaned forward and made a very sensual show of grabbing her sizable breasts, easily more than several handfuls, and presenting them to Wonder Woman. Diana's pimpled face turned blood red as she looked down at her pancake-flat chest. She had waited and waited and prayed to the gods for them to grow in, but her pleas went unheeded. Memories of her mother, Queen Hippolyta, and her bountiful breasts tormenting her with their promise of coming womanhood for years before she stole away to Man's world. And here, she even attempted online remedies and ointments to make her breasts grow in; if anything, they made them smaller. All the girls at school made fun of her enough for everything else. She just wanted to take one thing off the table. But as that thought crossed her mind, another intersected it.
"Wait. I know my breasts are s-small, o-ok non-existent, but I'm not a freshman. I-I graduated last month, Valedictorian!" Diana said, for the first time doubting the observational skill of her foe. And for the first time, Re-Write's composure slackened and she showed a strained expression as she straitened her posture. She closed her eyes and held her forehead as if a migraine had suddenly struck her. A moment later, she had collected herself, and her cocky expression returned.
"Valedictorian? What an imagination you have, little Princess. You have to have good grades to be a valedictorian, and if I were a betting woman, I'd say you're a D student on your best day. Yup, I can tell; you must have flunked quite a bit. They probably only let you into high school out of pity in the first place." Re-Write said, beginning to seem somewhat unsteady on her feet. Wonder Woman's blush only deepened as she heard this criminal's accusation and only prayed that her expression wasn't letting on that she had her dead to rights.
Diana was forced to enroll in middle school after she arrived in Man's world, and she began staying with the Kapatelis family. Her placement exams put her in eighth grade despite being a year older, much to her dismay. She was a princess in her homeland and was given much care and attention by her tutors, but her education was of a more practical nature. It was only due to Ms. Kapatelis's intervention with her friend, the principal, that allowed Diana to progress to High school, despite her almost total failure of all her academic courses. But there were no friends for Ms. Kapatelis to lean on for Diana in High school, and Diana was forced to repeat her freshman year three times, and this year was the fourth. It was like no new information would stay in her head.
"I can't believe your Mommy lets you do this every night; I mean, don't you have homework to fail and a bed to pee in?"
"S-Sh-Shut up!" Diana said in a more embarrassed tone rather than an authoritative one. "My Mommy doesn't even live here, and she's still on the island I came from!" Diana said with folded arms and a smirk, failing to notice that she referred to her mother as Mommy in public at her age.
"Oh, Wonder Woman, still trying to push that fake story? You know no one believes you, right? You need to be tall to be an Amazon, after all, and you look like you barely hit five feet in heels. I'm sure most of this crowd saw your Mommy drop you off before you arrived too. I'm sure she wanted her little angel to be safe on her very first night as a wannabe superhero. Let me guess, big ol' chubby lady? Loves to embarrass you? How predictable." Re-Write said, bringing a hand to her face and whipping away a small dollop of blood leaking from her nose. Diana's knees touched as her posture betrayed her nervousness. Her shaking hands were evident to the entire assembly as they gathered to watch the small girl's heroic debut. It wasn't going well. She spent nearly ten minutes being scolded by her first criminal and having almost all her secrets exposed to the masses and any news crews that had gathered.
Diana's eyes became misty as her debut continued to fall apart. She had worked on her back story for weeks. Her Mommy was the initial inspiration for it, what with her old name. But everybody just called her Polly; it seemed to fit a modern woman more than Hippolyta. Her Mommy was never really on board with the whole hero thing, mainly because of her consistently low grades, but Diana's pouty face was legendary, even covered in acne. Before tonight, Diana had relegated her costumed activities to rescuing kittens and helping little old ladies across the street, literally. The most action she had seen was an argument with some girl scouts trying to earn merit badges that resulted in her being pushed into a garbage can.
But finally, she had worn her Mommy down and convinced her she was ready for the big leagues. She cast a shy glance into the crowd and saw her Mommy there with a concerned look on her chubby face.
For the first time since their meeting, Re-Write advanced on the nervous young heroine. This caused Diana to literally jump and take a step back before she reminded herself that she was the one with authority. Diana did her best to resume the heroic pose she had practiced for hours in the mirror, but as Re-Write drew closer, Diana only crumbled more. Re-Write was right in front of her. Diana looked as if she was about to burst into tears. The smile on Re-Writes face was predatory, and the Woman stood nearly a full head and shoulders above Diana. Diana looked up, her lip trembling as Re-Write literally looked down on the frightened green hero.
Re-Write moved quickly and suddenly. Her arms reached out to Diana as her feet squared up. Her smile never left her face as she spoke softly and speedily, "Boo."
Diana fell back on instinct and collapsed onto the ground, curling into a tight ball with her arms coving her head as she unleashed a girlish scream for help. Diana was sure she was dead, a foolish little girl who got too big for her bloomers. Her dreams of becoming the greatest heroine in the world and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Justice League would all end in a bloody mess. The tears flowed unabated, and all the onlookers could hear her sobs. Diana didn't feel anything but the cold ground and warmth growing from her homemade star-spangled cotton bottoms.
A minute later, she opened her eyes and found herself to her amazement to be still alive. She looked up from the ground and saw the smirk of Re-Write even wider than before as she stood over her with hands-on wide hips.
"Who's intimidating now, Wonder Wetter? Maybe you'll know when you're out of your league better now. I wonder if a public spanking would hammer the message home better. What do you say, piddle pants?" Re-Write said as she reached a hand out to the cowering girl. Her smile turned sinister as her hand drew closer when suddenly another hand slapped hers away with a thunderous clap. Diana finally felt safe enough to open her eyes, and she saw a new figure standing between her and Re-Write.
"How dare you say those hurtful things to my little girl!" Polly said as she stood between her precious bundle of joy and the spiteful Woman tormenting her.
"Well well, far be it from me to stand between such a large woman and—"
"Don't give me that, you nasty little tramp! I know I'm a big fat woman. Congratulations, you have eyes. Where do you get off thinking you can drive my poor little sweetheart to pee herself and ruin her reputation on her first night as a real hero? Do you have any idea how long it took her to work up the courage to do this? How nervous she was even to leave the car? Or even how much she just wants to help people? No, you don't, do you? You probably don't even care as you do your silly little crimes and make life hard for everyone else? You probably still don't even realize that you just crushed a poor little girl's dream tonight. I feel so sorry for you that you need to steal and flaunt your fat tits and ass in front of an insecure young woman to feel better about yourself." Polly didn't take a single breath as she unleashed her motherly fury onto Re-Write.
The villainess was shocked as she backed away from the fat mother's accusatory finger. Polly continued to press and wag her finger at Re-Write as she defended her daughter. Only when Re-Write had been driven ten feet away, and Polly was red in the face, did the diatribe finally cease. Re-Write had her hands up in defeat as Polly semi-waddled back to her still cowering little girl.
"It's okay Little Bird; let's go home," Polly said as she knelt as best as her fat belly and thighs would allow and lifted her blubbering daughter to her awkward feet. The makeup Diana had experimented with to give her a more mature look had been entirely ruined by her tears, and she looked more like a clown as she waddled away, clinging tightly to her mother's thick arm.
She felt the squish of her underwear and heard the snickers of the crowd they passed through, and it brought new tears to her eyes. How was she ever going to live this down? She wasn't Wonder Woman, she was just a silly little girl playing dress-up. She'd be lucky if the other kids at school didn't recognize her on tv and start picking on her again.
It felt like miles before Diana, and her mother arrived at Polly's car. A beat-up old Jeep Cherokee that had rust along its tire rims and a faded red paint job that had all but given up. The door creaked open, and Polly lifted her daughter into the back seat. Diana winced as she felt the rapid cooling of her soaked briefs press deeply into her skin. In the rearview mirror, she was finally able to see what everyone else was snickering at and brought fresh, heaving breaths. Polly sat in the driver's seat, the Jeep visibly listing with her added weight.
"Don't you worry, sweetie, Mommy's gonna drive us home, and we can get you out of those wet shorts and into a nice bath. Then after a little slice of pie, we can forget about this whole night. You can try again next weekend, after your homework, of course."
"NO! I never wanna be a superhero again! They all laughed at me, Momma, they all laughed and pointed and…" Diana said as she cried anew.
"Don't be like that, sweetheart; it's just a little setback, is all. I'm sure with a little more confidence; you'll be tossing them in prison left and right. In the meantime, I'm sure Ms. Tracy's cat needs help. You know how Snookers likes to climb trees, and of course, Mrs. Halloway always appreciates you helping her around her home. You know how hard it is for the older folks. And don't forget babysitting little Katie from next door, under her older sister's supervision, of course. You don't see that big Mr. Superman out there doing those things do you?" Polly said as she slowly put the crowd and that horrible Woman behind them. She continued her words of encouragement to her blubbering daughter as they drove to their modest home.
Re-Write's stunned expression shifted back to smug self-assurance as she watched the beat-up old car leave the scene. As she returned to the bank to collect her goods, she couldn't help whispering.
"Sometimes I really scare myself with this shit."
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The apartment door opened, and three duffle bags filled with cash were dumped onto the floor. Re-Write heard the clicking of keys as she stumbled into the small living room. The Woman at the computer in the corner of the room took no notice as Re-Write opened the fridge, grabbed an ice pack, and promptly collapsed onto the couch.
The throbbing pain at the front of her skull was by far the worst she had given herself in over a month. Her hand searched the wall for a moment, finding the light switch and flicking it on and off for a few seconds. The Woman at the desk looked up with a start and searched the room, smiling when she looked to the couch. She moved to her and placed a gentle kiss on Re-Write's forehead, causing a genuine smile. The Woman began gesturing with her hands as she sat next to Re-Writes smooth legs.
So how did your little adventure go? Is capitalism dead? And are the corrupt and evil sufficiently inconvenienced?
"Har-har-har. And yes, it went pretty well. The villains using that bank to fund all their little terrors are now half a billion dollars poorer, thank you very much."
I saw on the news that you had to humiliate some poor little girl trying to debut as a hero. Was that necessary? She seemed really upset.
"Oh, Her. Don't worry, she'll be back to normal by morning, I think."
Normal? Wait, was she different before tonight?
"Oh yeah, lots."
No way, you did the thing with your powers again? I thought you said you couldn't affect people or whatever?
"Before, yeah, but I think I'm getting stronger. A month ago, I would have lost consciousness doing that much to one person, let alone two people."
Two people?
"I'll tell you all about it later. The world should be fine without 'Wonder Woman' for a couple of days. Nothing I do seems to last much longer than that." Re-Write said as she felt the hand of her companion rest on her midriff. The throbbing in her skull began to abate as she felt her friend's hand begin to float lower.
I seem to recall one thing that usually makes you feel better.
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Diana felt the clammy sheets before she opened her eyes. They were cold and doggedly clung to her skin. The pull-up her Mommy had fitted her into the night before once again utterly failing to do its duty. After so many years, she could hardly count the times her Mommy had threatened her with diapers at night, but nothing ever came of those. She didn't even bother with removing the soiled underwear as she gathered the wet sheets and did her daily walk of shame to the hamper in her Mommy's room.
She thought about how she might announce this morning's accident. She would probably do it as she always did. Bashfully creak open the door and tiptoe along to the hamper as her mother snored away. Then slowly circling until she grabbed a few of her Mommy's pudgy fingers and gently shook. She would, of course, leave out the part about how she was still so upset as Mommy tucked her in that as she lay sniffling, she didn't even bother to try as her Mommy bid her goodnight and she proceeded to let the floodgates flow. What was the point after all? They were going to be wet in the morning no matter what.
She dragged her feet along the bright hallway, dreading her Mommy's blind optimistic fawning. She passed the hallway mirror, absentmindedly casting a glance it's way. She froze with a yelp stuck in her throat. She shivered for a moment as she looked at the stranger she saw carrying sheets looking back at her. The wet sheets hit the floor as she covered her face, flashes of the previous night rising up and fear reasserting itself. Her bottom hit the floor, and her hands covered her face, praying that this person would ignore her and move on.
When no sound other than her whimpering could be heard, she braved to open her eyes and saw the intruder do the same. Her hands fell away, as did the mystery woman's, and her slow mind began to throb with activity. The full-figured Woman was wearing precisely the same pajamas as Diana was. She raised herself onto her thighs and blushed as she felt her clammy trainers were no longer quite as clammy. The Woman copied her exactly. She even had the same acne spots on her face and the same brand of braces on her teeth. Her mind had nearly connected the dots when suddenly a pointed scream spooked her yet again.
She turned her head, expecting to see her mother emerge from her bedroom and scream again at the sight of this intruder. Instead, Diana saw the prettiest Woman she had ever seen come out of her Mommy's room. She was tall, had a beautiful face and curly hair that flowed like water around her. She was dressed so strangely. Her pajamas looked like expensive purple silk robes and a lot of golden jewelry. She was even wearing a crown like a princess, just like in the back story she made up for her superhero identity.
The Woman's eyes locked onto Diana. "Diana? What has happened?"
"How do you know my name, Lady?" Diana asked, rising to her unsteady feet.
"Diana, this is not some jest. Last night I was walking along the beach near the palace then I was suddenly exhausted, and now I've awoken here in man's world? And now I see you here with a spotted face and metal in your mouth? And, are you wearing a diaper? Explain this, Diana."
Diana's mouth hung open as she listened to this lady talk. Why was she talking like someone from a Shakespeare book, and why did she act like she knew her? Diana cast a wary sideways glance to the Woman in the mirror one more time, and suddenly all the pieces came together in her mind at once. Diana looked at her body in the mirror. She fought away the desire to dance for joy at the sight of her full, round breasts. She had had them before, for years. Her head hurt as she raised a hand to feel the flesh that both was and wasn't there before. She looked at her acne-ridden face and her metal-covered teeth, at her kitty covered pajamas and the saggy, clammy pull-up around her waist. Diana had seen more than her fair share of horrors in her life but never before this morning had any of them caused her to lose her balance, blur her vision, and make her fall into unconsciousness with only her soggy pull up and wet bedsheets to break her fall.
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Diana awoke to a gentle nudging on her shoulder. Her eyes refused to open as she raised her arms high and twisted her torso into a stretch. She met resistance as she grunted in an attempt to pull her comforter over her eyes.
"Diana. Diana! You need to wake up or you'll be late again. I do not want to attend another conference with your principal over this, so get out of bed immediately! You need a change and a shower, again."
"Five more minutes, mommy…"
"No, how have you become so lazy? You were never like this at home."
"It's not my fault; it's whatever that lady did to me. To us," Diana said with a yawn as she scratched at the clammy night diaper she wore. Her friends at the league could come up with no explanation as to what exactly did happen. The best the more cosmically inclined heroes they know could come up with was that somehow, Re-Write could interconnect and stitch together different parts of countless realities. But the universe prefers order, and thus the Gordian knot that is Diana's reality is slowly unraveling to normal, explaining her partial physical shift back. However, it seems her reality is being repaired on a triage basis. Her new acne and braces, as well as her status as a high school freshman, and even her nighttime incontinence, have been deemed by the universe to be non-essential to Diana's impact on fate.
Hippolyta seemed to have faired better than her daughter, aside from a recent inclination towards sweets wreaking havoc on her diet. Though, due to Themyscira being almost impossible to find, returning the Amazon Queen to her throne is proving a complicated matter. That is how Diana Prince, the Wonder Woman, found herself adjust the skirt of her school uniform in her hallway mirror, desperately trying to remember what her math teacher had assigned as homework. As well as her English assignment, and she couldn't even recall what time her history teacher set her.
"You look very lovely, my little bird," Hippolyta said, brushing her daughter's hair.
"Yeah, right. I look like such a dork. Everyone at school says so." Diana said crestfallen.
"And just who is everyone? Are those girls picking on you again? Do I need to call the school again?"
"No, Mom! Jeez, I think I can handle some high school girls."
"I wouldn't be so sure, especially after the janitor had to pull you out of your locker. Or that time they poured oatmeal into your panties at lunch. And let's not forget the glorious time they told you in Spanish class that 'Hola, soy una Gorda fea perdedora' is the formal way to introduce yourself."
"That wasn't my fault! It sounded right…at the time."
"Diana, the gods gifted you with the ability to understand all languages."
"They just sounded so sure…"
"Well, if they do bother you anymore, just tell one of your teachers and let them take care of it," Hippolyta said as she patted her child on the back. She could hardly believe that the sweet, gullible Woman in front of her was her willful daughter. They lived in this new situation for a little over two months, and it had started to become frighteningly routine. Absentmindedly she reached a finger into the waistband of Diana's skirt and pulled, observing the condition of her thick underwear.
"MOM!"
"Relax, little one; I'm just checking.”
"I'm not a baby anymore."
"Well, our little nighttime ritual would say otherwise. And of course, there was the state of your pants after the locker incident."
"That wasn't my fault! I was in that locker forever!"
"According to the janitor, you were only in there for twenty minutes at the most."
"…I got scared…" Diana said, her eyes becoming wet. Hippolyta gently embraced her daughter.
"It's okay, I understand. Just find a teacher next time, okay?"
Diana smiled as she rubbed her eyes as she turned and nodded. The screech of familiar worn brakes alerted Diana, and she firmly hugged her mother back as she grabbed her bag and rushed out the door. Hippolyta looked down as she saw her daughter rushing and fall flat on her face just feet from the yellow transport. Even three floors up, she could hear the children's laughter as Diana boarded and took a seat in the very front. The window near her seat rolled down, and Diana shoved her head and arm through and began waving violently at Hippolyta. The proud mother smiled and gently waved back as she saw her daughter make her way to school.
She returned to the living room and slid onto the couch, a bag of cheesy potato chips in one hand and a bowl of skittles in the other. She turned on the TV and began the unexpectedly difficult task of trying to choose a streaming service to watch until her precious daughter returned home, inevitably in tears, whether because of the difficulty of basic subjects or the cruel tormenting on American teenagers. Regardless, she would be here, for better or worse, homework or bullies for her daughter.
Queen Hippolyta fell back as the strange witches bolt of energy struck her in the breast. She had hoped for a simple and uneventful visit to her daughter's home in man's world, but this pink haired young woman had other plans. Hippolyta could feel the tingling of magical energy permeating her entire being as she played out the events leading up to this unfortunate turn.
She had departed her invisible craft on the beach dressed in a more concealing garb than she usually wore, a pair of what man's world called jeans and a long-sleeved cotton shirt. It was hardly regal, but Diana hated it when her mother drew undue attention during their visits. She walked down the street that ran along the beach toward the Themysciran embassy, observing the spoiled fruit of man's world. Poverty, violence, self-delusion, and gluttony. Examples of all walked past her as she made her way. One vulgar display caught her eye. A woman and a man, gripping each other as she passed. They seemed lost in a passionate embrace, the man far more than the woman. The sight brought flashes of her youth to the surface of Hippolyta's mind.
They had almost passed her notice when she heard a cry of anger. She turned as many bystanders did and saw a woman with fiery pink hair stomping toward them. Her finger pointed at the man as she shouted accusatory barbs. The man shrugged and attempted to play the fool, something men were too well practiced in as far as the amazon queen was concerned. She had taken some steps away from the scene when she heard another cry, this time from the man. Her head snapped back to them, and she saw the pair encased in a pinkish light. Hippolyta recognized the sight and smell of magic and acted quickly.
With her Amazonian strength, she grabbed a waste bin and hurled it at the witch. The pink-haired woman, too engrossed in her magical ministrations to see the trash can coming at her, was knocked back and fell over a railing onto the sandy beach below. The light surrounding the pair dissipated, and they began to run as fast as their legs could carry them. Hippolyta leaped down after the woman and found her unharmed, spitting sand from her mouth and brushing it from her clothing.
"The HELL?! What is your problem?" She said with more annoyance than anger.
"I am one who will not stand for whatever foul magic you were about to cast, witch," Hippolyta said.
"I was solving a relationship problem Lady. That cheating prick didn't deserve to walk away as he was. That little bimbo he was with either. Now I'm all pent up, and it's just us two here. I guess you'll have to do." Hippolyta shook her head sadly. Many women in man's world seemed to share this cruel mindset. She reminded the Queen of her former friend and trusted ally, Circe. Even her pink hair brought memories of days on the beach and the sensations of her fingers running through purple hair.
The pink-haired woman raised her fingers, and Hippolyta saw them snap and crackle with that same pink energy. Hippolyta acted quickly, refusing to let the young witch cast whatever magic she was preparing. She darted toward the witch from one side and then the other. The Amazon Queen was nowhere near as fast as her daughter, but her speed was still blinding. But Hippolyta, even now, underestimated the speed of magic. A single sliver of light shot from the pink hair girl's right index finger and struck the Queen in her modest breast, sending her onto her ass.
The magical energy poured into her in waves. Memories of the many times Circe used magic on the Queen, and her people flickered to her mind. The feeling was irrepressibly erotic and all-encompassing. She could almost feel every cell in her body radiate with magical energy, immobilizing the Queen but for small twitching.
Hippolyta rose to her feet as her body continued to tingle and glow. Her eyes still centered on the pink hair witch, but on the periphery of her vision, she saw her sleeve creep toward her wrist. She no longer felt the denim's compression around her ass and her feet became unsteady in shoes that were too large. She remained standing thanks to the sneering witch's magic as the bottom of her jeans touched sand at an alarming pace. Hippolyta was tall, almost a full head more than the pink hair witch. But not five minutes since meeting her, she was three feet shorter and still shrinking. Her arms disappeared inter her sleeves completely, and her shirt hung on her shoulders, the V of her neckline nearly exposing her nether lips. One minute later, the shrinking had stopped, and the Queen of the Amazons crawled out of the waist of her jeans, still glowing with pink energy, and was only a foot and a half tall.
Hippolyta covered her shrunken and denuded form as best she could. The beach was empty save the Queen and the pink-haired witch who stood nearly fifteen feet from the pile of clothing with her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. Hippolyta looked at her with a fierce determination born of a thousand victories. Even shrunk, a warrior is still a warrior. Hippolyta dug her feet into the sand, took a running stance, and burst toward the pink-haired witch. At a full run, her smaller legs only made it four feet before she felt her soles leave the sand as she rose into the air. Her arms flailed as she tumbled through the air, lifting further and further until she was ten feet above the sandy ground.
"Maybe that'll teach you something about being a nosy prick," the pink-haired witch said as her eyes glowed with waggish pink light. The first thing Hippolyta noticed was the taste of her mouth. It had been neutral and inoffensive but a second ago. Now suddenly, her saliva tasted bitter, with a salty tinge. The taste reminded her of times long since past for the Amazons. She had no time to dwell as sudden cramping overcame her midsection. The sensation was uncomfortable but by no means painful. Her mouth fell open as she grasped her stomach, some of her bitter and suddenly overactive drool dripping onto her exposed breasts. Her belly bulged slightly, pressing against her hands as if something inside her was growing, threatening to split her open. But even so, there was not a single moment of pain to be had. Were the Queen not so modest, she may have described this sensation as titillating. The pleasant pressure continued until she could feel its location change and begin to descend through her body. She began to pant, letting more drool spill out as the mounting pressure passed through her until it reached the lips of her now wet pussy.
For a fleeting moment, Hippolyta thought that this witch might have cursed her with some shrunken pregnancy. But as she felt the pressure begin to subside, accompanied by a loud squelch, she looked down to realize she was wrong.
Now protruding from her lips was what appeared to be a sack of flesh, and it only continued to grow before her eyes. It was something from a forgotten memory, but its shape and heft took a moment to recognize from the angle Hippolyta saw it now. She reached a supple hand down toward it to confirm her fear. But inches before her fingers touched it; they went limp. She brought it up to her face immediately and saw her wrist involuntarily bend limply against her forearm. There was no pain even as she felt the same happening to her other arm, and panic set in. Suddenly her legs tensed up and pressed together as the flesh sack became so large it brushed against her thighs. She strained to look down as her neck began to stiffen, but it was enough to see the difference between her legs and sack was vanishing.
The stiffness of Hippolyta's neck prevented her from seeing more, forcing her to look straight at the pink-haired witch's smile. But she could feel every single erotically charged moment as her body changed. Her arms and legs continued to change. Her hands lost all definition as her skin melted into her palm, then her wrist. Her bones dissolved away until all that was left were some fleshy tentacles flailing until they happened to meet Hippolyta's chest. The skin fused as if it was made that way, leaving her without even the semblance of arms. Her legs befell a similar fate, becoming absorbed into the still-growing sack of flesh. Her vaginal lips vanished long ago as well as her once-glorious globular ass—all melding into the wrinkled skin of her sack. Hippolyta felt the strong thrum of her heartbeat harder and harder, blood rushing through her deforming body. Hippolyta refused to look away from the pink-haired witch as she saw dark clumps of hair fall across her vision. Her face a stoic veil hiding the overpowering arousal that was forced upon her. Her narrow waist and swan-like neck bloat and distend, ruining what remained of her figure and dampening her stoic expression as her cheeks puffed up, and her skull melted into her hairless skin. Her breasts disappeared into her tubular body as thick pulsating veins made themselves apparent. If one were to see Hippolyta's face now, they might have laughed. Her cheeks were bloated and red as if she were holding her breath in protest. Her mouth still forced open, leaking her thick, salty drool as her eyes and nose vanished into her skin.
The ambient tingle of the magic left her body, leaving only the new, constant arousal her body produced as she felt gravities pull draw her down to earth. She struck the sand with a plop sending twitches and thrums of pleasure through her. A secondary shock came to her when she realized that all her senses were still intact. She had no eyes but could see and smell and taste the bitter fluid leaking from her new mouth. She might have said she could feel, but the only sensations bombarding her new form were pulses of pleasure as if every cell in her body had been rewritten only to experience that.
She looked up to see the pink-haired witch had closed the distance between them; the colors had left her eyes, making her seem almost a typical girl. A large hand reached down and gripped her torso tightly, causing the former Amazon queen's entire body to tense and stretch. Hippolyta found herself staring into the pink-haired witch's smug smile as she rested flat in her palm.
"See? You look so much more appropriate now. And much, much cuter if I do say so myself," she said as she ran a finger along where Hippolyta's spine once was and circled its tip around her head. Hippolyta convulsed. Pleasure wracked wherever her brain now was, and she nearly blacked out as fluid gushed through her mouth. "But don't worry, I'm not totally crazy. I'm just angry, and I have a bad habit of taking it out on others. It's something I'm working on. I'll bet you won't mind too much, though, after I take you for a few rides. But, scouts honor, I promise to change you back, and you can return to whatever boring life you were up to. But who knows, maybe you won't want to go back. I could always use a new girlfriend, after you stop being a dick, of course."
The pink-haired witch unleashed a snorting cackle as she deposited the be-dicked Queen into her purse. Hippolyta was still coming down from her first full body orgasm since before Diana was born. This girl reminded her so much of those times. She recalled the many times that Circe, once her dearest friend, had magically helped her avoid the more monotonous realities of royal duty. As Hippolyta took stock of her situation, transformed into a sentient penis, kidnapped by a temper tantrum throwing witch with a bent for transformation, and no one, not even her daughter, aware of her fate, she had a feeling that those times were upon her again. And if she were holding the golden perfect, she might have said she didn't mind much at all.
This is a little weird. I just got an e-mail that said my dumb little blog here turned three today. That means I started writing just shy of three years ago today. Funny how time flies.
Randomly popped back on here thinking about how much I missed ya odd flavour of transformation writing~! Hope you are doing well friendo.
Oh my gizady god, somebody awesome remembers me! I guess I’m doing ok. I haven’t gotten my ticket to the Backstreet Boys reunion tour yet so that’s nice.
Even years later it’s so weird for me to think that people not only remember my stuff but liked it, and apparently miss me. Thank you so much, it’s nice to hear stuff like that sometimes.
And I certainly haven’t forgotten about you or that request you made that I, being the asshole that I am, have yet to fulfill. I actually think about it pretty regularly. I somehow lost my mojo with writing but I’m working on getting it back and I promise that that request, and all the other ones I’ve still got to do, is gonna get done. I g-damn swear it.
Pffft! your stuff was the bomb. Compelled me to draw something I never thought I would draw so in my books that's some quality! Glad to hear ya doing well and avoiding the BBs world tour as of late.
Ofcourse, been on the itch for some quality silly smut for a good while this year. And given the number of requests and people wanting more of your shiz, no wonder you burnt out.
By all means my dude, ya don’t have to do any of those requests. You do what YOU want to do. Don’t feel like you HAVE to do anything for anyone. Come back swinging at your own pace~
(because I know I forgot what I requested since then)
I still think that is one of the highlights of my life. Looking at that pic fills my head with the warm tinglies. I have that pic framed over my bed, lol. I know I don’t have to write anything, but I want to! I want to so bad!!
I think part of it is I recently started to take fighting games seriously so it may be sucking up some limited brain resources. And I am proud to say that I’ve only destroyed six controllers since then so I feel that’s progress.
Well if you don’t remember then hopefully I can get it done and surprise the living shit out of you.
Randomly popped back on here thinking about how much I missed ya odd flavour of transformation writing~! Hope you are doing well friendo.
Oh my gizady god, somebody awesome remembers me! I guess I’m doing ok. I haven’t gotten my ticket to the Backstreet Boys reunion tour yet so that’s nice.
Even years later it’s so weird for me to think that people not only remember my stuff but liked it, and apparently miss me. Thank you so much, it’s nice to hear stuff like that sometimes.
And I certainly haven’t forgotten about you or that request you made that I, being the asshole that I am, have yet to fulfill. I actually think about it pretty regularly. I somehow lost my mojo with writing but I’m working on getting it back and I promise that that request, and all the other ones I’ve still got to do, is gonna get done. I g-damn swear it.
So, here’s this. It’s not one of the stories from my list of requests, still struggling with those. This is just something to try and help me get back in the writing mood. I know I’ve been gone a long while, and that most of you have probably forgotten about me by now. But, for those who care, here’s a little awfully written story about Wonder Woman getting fat. Please criticize this so I can get better at not sucking.
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Paprika was sitting on top of a recently greened tree branch, humming a bland human song that she had gotten stuck in her head ages ago. She looked out at the small human park; she found herself spending a lot of time in the past year. There were usually so many people to have fun with at this place. It was large enough and close to enough human homes that she was practically guaranteed a fresh supply of targets and secluded enough that she as not likely to be seen having her fun. But now, she was having to do nothing but entertain herself for months because of some silly human disease. She hadn't seen one single human in months. It was starting to get to the poor little creature. But then again the universe always provides to those who are patient, and sometimes even to faeries.
Wonder Woman was walking along the wooded path through the park. The pandemic was freeing in a way, street crime was down, and even super villains were staying inside. Though she was sure that the reasons for doing so were entirely selfish, still, it allowed her and others to breathe for a short time. Walking through this abandoned park reminded her of the fields of her home in a small way. She longed for the day when this park would be filled with people, with laughter and joy again.
"Well, look who it is! I never thought I'd get to see you again Princess, how are those puppies of yours?" Diana heard from behind her. That voice was so familiar it was burned into her soul. Without conscious effort she drew her sword and swung it hard enough to split a mountain but it only separated a small puff of faerie dust. "Gaea! What was that for!?" The faerie's response was met with another slash through her dusty trail.
"Stay still damn it! I swear you will pay for everything you've done to me!"
"What? All I did was get you some action, and make you a Mommy. You're telling me you're still mad about that?"
"Yes, damn it! I was a dog for months and was bred twice! TWICE!"
"Um, well, you look fine?" Paprika said as she ducked another slash. "Ok, this is getting a little rude, Princess. I was just wanting to say hello and have a nice chat, but if you still need to be knocked down a peg or two, then fine by me." And with a wave of her tiny hand the faerie no longer needed to dodge. Diana thought she had had her but her final slash felt off. The grip on her sword became softer, and the hilt thicker. She looked and in her hand was no longer a sword forged by the smiths of Themyscria, but a thick flesh-colored dildo almost a foot long. Diana recoiled her hand in disgust. "Hmm, yeah, you're right. We've already been down that road. Maybe something more practical," Paprika said as she pointed a magic-filled hand at her.
In a sudden poof, Wonder Woman's heroic raiment vanished. In its place she wore a sweater set that clung to her somewhat tightly while simultaneously mocking her with its familiar design. The top was red with gold piping and two W's over her breasts. Full-length blue stretch pants replaced the shorts she had on, complete with stars emblazoned all over her ass. Her shoes had become some kind of converse knockoffs in red.
"Hahaha. I look like I'm leading my fan club, Happy?"
"What? That's not what I was going for at all, Princess. Don't you know what people dressed like you do here?"
"Exercise, of course."
"Right, now we just need to give you a reason to exercise!"
"Wait, no!" Diana said as she turned to run. She felt the energy from the tiny creature strike her back and drive her hands to the ground. She gritted her teeth for what she assumed was coming. She was right. She saw what was happening first. Her hands, delicate and robust, began to thick and grow soft. She only felt her clothes tighten as the cruel faeries magic did its terrible task. Her cheeks puffed and her neck thickened, her chins multiplying as they did so. Diana's famously perky breasts began to sag as they nearly doubled in size with pure cellulite, even her nipples weren't spared as they became large and saucer-like. They became so large that the insignia on her sweater became distorted and obfuscated even that remnant of her identity. She wouldn't even be spared their perkiness as her rapidly expanding belly forced her fat tits to hang to either side of it, her belly that once was an example of disciple and control in her life had become a beachball that tested her strength as it was pulled to the earth. She leaned back to rest on her thighs and saw her belly fell over the band of her pants, and for the first time, she felt the restrictive sweater against her fat arms. She had little time to dwell on them as she felt her ass and thighs inflate and lift her off the ground with such speed that she nearly toppled over.
"Oh, wow, I knew this was gonna be good, but damn am I good." Paprika said. With far too much difficulty Diana rose to her feet and could truly feel her new form. She was fat. The damnable creature hag turned her into a fatty. She couldn't say she was morbidly obese, nor was she immobile as some others have done to her in the past. She more had the shape of a housewife who spent her days eating sweets and never even spent a moment exerting herself.
"You monster!" Diana said, rising to her feet with a noticeable huff.
"A monster, am I? Well, what are you going to do about it?"
Diana said nothing as she bent her knees and thrust herself with enraged hands toward her diminutive tormentor. A fraction of a second was all it took for her to cross the distance. Unfortunately, unexpectedly, she instead passed the range from her standing position straight to the ground. Her fat gut collided with the gravel pathway hard, and she felt all of it. The pain and humiliation were rising to heights that, as a superheroine, she was unfamiliar. Not only that, but the fatigue she felt from that little exertion was already taking a toll on her breathing.
"What 'huff' have you done 'huff' to me?!"
"What's wrong, fatty? Tired already? Or are you asking about those annoying powers of yours? Well, don't worry, they're still around just not inside you."
"What? Well, where are they?" Diana yelled between huffs.
"Hmm, I thought…oh, there he is!" Paprika said sending a chain of light into a nearby grass patch. She raised her hand and the light rose up with a small frog in tow. "See? All those powers are snug and safe inside this little guy."
"Why?! What if there's an emergency? You'll be condemning people to death!"
"Wow, we are proud, ain't we? Well, don't worry, Princess Lardy, all you must do is work off that flub, and I'll give you your powers back. And since you're so concerned, if something bad happens, just give this handsome fellow a good kiss, and you'll get them back, for an hour or so." With that, Diana sprang into action, as much as someone of her size could "spring". Paprika seemed to make no attempt to stop her as she snatched up the slimy frog in her hammy hand. She pecked it as lightly as she could and instantly felt the power return to her. Her tubby form rose from the ground as she awaited the return of her svelte figure, but nothing about her physique altered in the least. The fairy wouldn't let her off easy just yet. She moved to claim the faerie in her other hand, but before she could, she crashed the three feet to the earth, blessedly falling in her fat behind. But to her added humiliation, the force of the fall jostled something loose, and she released a sharp and potent fart from her thick cheeks.
"Aw, such a little stinker you are. Hahaha! 'Little' and 'stinker', get it?"
"You lied! That was barely two seconds, you little…"
"And that was barely a kiss. I believe I said a 'good' kiss, did I not? You know, show him some love." Diana balked at the thought. "But you need to focus on getting that fat butt of yours in gear, so let's just tuck him away for a while." The frog disappeared in a puff and a flash and in its place floated a fanny pack. On its own is zipped around and secured itself across the impressive girth of Diana's belly. She immediately attempted to reclaim it but the zipper was magically sealed. Diana stared at her diminutive tormenter and saw a smug smile. "Well? I'd get running if I were you, Wonder Whale. You'll never work off those pounds if you don't have discipline. But don't worry, as your self appointed life-coach, I'll make sure you see it through!"
Paprika zipped around to Diana's round behind and with an authoritative "March," she zapped Diana's embiggened globes spurring her to jump into a light jog. She didn't make it ten steps before she began huffing and puff, eliciting another stinging zap to her cheeks and causing Paprika to smile. She was, of course, going to omitting the fact that her playful little motivational zaps also had the side effect of dramatically lowering Diana's self-control around certain kinds of foods. Diana didn't know it yet, but she wouldn't be eating anything green for a long time. At least nothing that didn't contain green food coloring.
Is this blog still active? I absolutely love your writings
Hello and thank you for the compliment. I suppose it’s active in a way, I just kinda lost my mojo writing wise. I really want get back into it but I can’t seem to leave words on the page. That and I’m just plain terrible and dive both feet into a hobby and tend to burn myself out.
Feel free to send a request in. It probably won’t happen, but I like it when people talk to me.
Hi could u do a story where someone turns into pinkie pie? Be sure to put in some ass growth in there too
Well first of all thank you for your interest! Unfortunately I’m not accepting new requests at this time. Also I’m not really active on tumblr much anymore, so in the future please direct any and all question over to my Curious Cat page!
Curious cat is a Q&A social network that allows you to connect with your followers and know new people.
Are you still posting stories anywhere? I saw you mentioned deviantart, what's your handle? I love your writing!
Hello and thank you for the compliment. I’ve got a few stories I’m planning on posting here still and I have posted a few to deviantart, and Q&A’s have moved over to curiouscat. Sad fact is though that I haven’t written much lately. Work has been keeping me away from it. Hopefully I can return to it soon. Here are some links! I hope I can keep entertaining you guys in the future.
https://www.deviantart.com/mashugana
https://curiouscat.me/Meshugana
Curious cat is a Q&A social network that allows you to connect with your followers and know new people.
Just a fella trying to do a little writing for funzies and get as good as I can. Harsh criticism is always welcome!
Would it be okay if I reposted your stories to the Changing Mirror Forums? I'll give you credit and link back to your Tumblr.
Sure I guess, just send me a link once they’re up. And maybe throw in a link to my deviantart since I don’t post here so much anymore. Maybe if this goes well I’ll get an account there or something.
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