Magical Girl Meets Her Match

"Corruption magic? That's hilarious. You're skilled in the one thing I'm immune to! Nothing can corrupt my pure heart. "

"You are quite pure. That's true. Adult magical girls are rare for a reason. They can't retain their purity into adulthood. You, on the other hand, managed to do just that. Congratulations. Instead of living your adult life, you decided to continue to act like a child and fight monsters. Monsters that only your kind can see. I can't imagine that pays much. Still living with mommy?"

"Pssh...say whatever you want. It doesn't change the fact that you're going down the moment I transform. "

"Then by all means, do just that…"

The villain points her staff at our heroine and a pink mist spills out and onto the ground. It coalesces into a deep fog around our heroine's feet and creeps up her body. The fog dissipates as it climbs until only a thin layer of the mist remains then disappears completely.

Unfazed and unconcerned, our heroine starts her transformation from average woman to fighter of the supernatural. Only this time...something strange is going on. Our heroine can feel it, but she can't stop the transformation once it starts. Her body automatically acts out the motions as her clothing and appearance are transformed. As she nears the transformation end, our heroine falls to her knees with an unfamiliar weapon in hand.

The magic dissipates. The heroine's transformation is complete. She finds herself unable to stand, with a rattle in her hand, a pacifier in her mouth, and a bulky diaper about her waist. An infantile mockery of her magical girl outfit adorns her body with a snap crotch and a clip that keeps her pacifier from falling. Her long black hair is pulled up in a pair of pigtails and kept underneath a frilly pink bonnet. Matching mittens and booties are locked to the heroine's wrists and ankles respectively, rendering her even more helpless before the villain.

"Much better! Now you look like a proper little magical girl."

"Nuh uh! Nah widdle guwl!" Says our hero, barely able to speak with the pacifier in her mouth.

"Nonsense. A grown woman dressing up and fighting monsters like a little girl is ridiculous. Now I've just made you look the part. And those thick pampers can protect your precious innocence while we're at it. No risking losing your powers now...not that I've allowed you to keep much."

The heroine spits out her pacifier. With all her strength, she pushes herself to her feet and points her rattle at the villain. "You didn't take anything away from me! Your corruption magic is just a trick. Nothing more."

The villain laughs. "Oh is that why you're currently going potty in your pampers? To show me what a big girl you really are?"

Our heroine looks down in shock. Her legs are spread from the massive padding forcing her legs apart. The snap crotch magically undoes itself at the villains command and the yellow, sagging crotch of the heroine's diaper is revealed. It's only then that the heroine realizes what she is doing. But by then it's too late. She can't stop herself. She's wetting her diapers and there's nothing she can do. Out of shame she covers her crotch with her mittened hands. No matter how hard she tries she can't work the snaps to better hide her shame. Tears form at the corners of her eyes as she desperately tries to retain some dignity.

The villain approaches. With ease, she takes the snaps from the heroine's hands and puts them back in place thus closing the heroine's onesie. "You're my little plaything now. Understand? No more pretending otherwise."

The heroine ignores the villain. She won't be beaten so easily. With the resolve that only a magical heroine such as herself could muster, she spins her rattle in her hand confidently. "Not a chance will I bend to your will, villain. Your magic may have corrupted my clothing and even my body, but my heart is untouchable! And...if you've paid attention, you'd know that's where my powers come from. A magical girl's heart cannot be corrupted!"

The villain laughs and pats the heroine's head as if she were nothing more than a willful child. "Oh but I've already corrupted your heart."

"What? That's impossible!"

"Wrong again...you see, I don't need to defeat you. You've already lost. You just don't know it yet, silly girl."

"Just more tricks from a liar! I won't hear it."

"Funny, I don't feel like hearing you either...be a good girl and suck your thumb for mommy."

The heroine laughs, but it's cut short. She stared at her right hand. Her fingers are twitching and a strange desire overcomes her. A desire not just to suck her thumb, but to obey the villain completely. Not because she's a villain, nor because she lost the fight; but because that villain is her mommy and mommy knows best. The heroine couldn't shake the line of thinking the moment it entered her head. It made perfect sense to her then. No amount of logical reasoning made it seem otherwise. The villain was her mommy, she had to obey. A good magical girl always listens to her mommy. "No...no I won't!" Our heroine finally cries out. "I won't be your little gi-mmmmph! Nuh...nuuuuh feeeeh…" She continues to speak, but she can't help it. Our heroine not only sucks her thumb because she is commanded, but because she loves it. She feels completely used to it. Suddenly, she doesn't want to speak anymore. All she wants to do is suck away at her thumb and let the real adult speak.

Suck suck suck…

"That's better! Don't you think? I mean...you already look the part. Might as well start acting like it, no? Soon you won't even want to stand anymore…"

Yet again, our heroine's mind works against her. The villain tugs at the heroine's heartstrings and plays her like an instrument. Each and every note resonates within the heroine, turning her into the very thing the villain wants. Her corruption magic works its way into every single fiber of our heroine's being until she can no longer hope to win. Even still, the heroine struggles. When her knees start to wobble, she steadies herself with her free hand. And when she finally goes down to her knees, she does her best to avoid sitting on her sopping wet diapered bottom. She can control my body...and make me think things...but I'm still me! I'm still a hero!

"Much better!" says the villain. "The hero I fought before is gone. Long since replaced with a diaper soaking, overgrown baby dressed in cosplay. Isn't that right?" The heroine nodded, unable to resist such a quick and harmless movement. "But…" the villain continues, "...you aren't actually defeated yet, are you? I mean...a friend of yours could appear at any moment, strike me down, and restore your senses. We can't have that...no, so I'm going to make sure no one sees you as a hero ever again. Not even yourself. It's time you faced your final monster…"

In a surge of magical energy, a giant stuffed bunny appears out of thin air before the heroine. The massive plush is more than big enough to make the heroine feel small. Nearly a foot taller than the heroine and twice as wide, it's about the size of many of the smaller monsters the heroine has faced. Unlike those monsters, this one does not move nor speak. It simply lays on the ground, motionless. Despite this, the magical girl still in the heroine can detect an evil presence. Her body acts on its own. She can still fight! Granted, due to the villain's previous commands, the heroine must crawl and suck her thumb while she does it. Thankfully, the monster does not move and the heroine manages to straddle the creature before long.

"That's it, little girl. Show mommy how you fight. Maybe if you can prove you're a big girl, I'll let you toddle around instead of crawl."

Though she would not admit it, the words emboldened the heroine. All she had to do was beat a stuffed animal and she'd get some of her dignity back. Even if it was just a little, even if she was still the villain's baby; it would be something. Not only that, but the heroine would prove that she was still a magical girl and a hero. I can do this!

As if it felt the heroine's spirit lift, the stuffed bunny springs to life. It wraps its arms and legs around the heroine, trapping her in it's soft embrace. The heroine's thumb is pulled from her mouth. Both her arms are wrapped tight in the bunny's grip. Same as her legs. Left helpless with her own face smashed into the face of the bunny, the heroine can do nothing as the bunny starts to hump away at her diapered crotch. Nursery rhymes start to play from within the bunny. A touch sensitive speaker placed on the stomach activated the moment it started to hump. Along with that, the bunny's eyes start to swirl in shades of pink and white. The heroine, stuck as she was, could do nothing but look deep within the eyes and marvel at the emotions she felt as she did so.

"W'as...wha happenin'?" the heroine asks, her speech slurred.

"Well, darling. It looks like you're losing to a stuffed animal. One that seeks to strip you of your powers, no less. You really are such a pathetic magical girl. This is why girls your age should just leave it to the professionals."

The bunny is no longer humping the heroine. The heroine is doing it for the bunny, humping away with a giddy expression on her face. Reflections of the hypnotizing glass eyes of the bunny can be seen within the heroine's own. She's losing control by the second and loving it.

Hump hump hump...make stickies and be a good little plaything...hump hump hump...squirt all your cares away and be a silly baby girl….hump hump hump…

The heroine can no longer think for herself. All she can hear in her mind is the encouraging song of the bunny telling her to give in and be a good girl.

"Good girl...imma good girl…go humpies..."

"Be careful, little heroine. That's a living stuffed animal. Any more humpies and you'll lose all your special powers and be nothing more than your average diaper addicted woman."

The heroine can't take another second. In an act of pure self-degradation, the heroine begins to make out with the stuffed bunny. She grinds her diapered, soggy crotch against the fuzzy creature and blissfully loses control.

"Hump hump hump!" the heroine says in a sing-song voice between kisses, "Make stickies and be a good little plaything!"

The heroine, once a virgin and pure, succumbs to her depraved desires and starts to unload her warm sticky semen into her squishy diapers. The sensation for her is one of pure bliss. She's never felt anything better and refuses to believe that anything in this world is as good as humping a stuffie in a used diaper. With that, the heroine is forever changed and reduced to nothing more than a diaper addicted loser. A stuffie humping dumb-dumb that couldn't lift a weapon in defiance if she wanted to.

The villain laughs with delight. "I'm the real reason there are no adult magical girls. I hope you know that diaper dweeb. You had the chance to defeat me and yet you became as dumb and horny as the rest of the women I've defeated. So now, you'll spend the rest of your days strapped to the chest of this stuffie you love so much. Humping away as you're used as a human shield to protect the very monsters you once fought. Enjoy your new blissful life. You'll be helping me recruit many more to my cause, little loser.