The Little Mermaid

	I wasn’t too enthusiastic about watching the Little Mermaid, but my friends saw it kicking around in the back of my DVD cabinet, and who was I, a hospitable hostess, to say no? It’s not that I hated the Little Mermaid, it was just that I had bad memories watching it. When I was potty training I would always have accidents watching the Little Mermaid, or when I was older whenever I would finish it and go to bed I would wake up the next morning with wet sheets. I did watch it a ton as a kid, especially when I was a baby, but eventually I abandoned it for more mature and fun things.

	Maddie was sitting on the floor, enthusiastically putting the DVD in, gushing about how she loved this movie as a little girl. Her shoulder-length wavy blonde hair bouncing every time she bounced. Sarah was sitting on the couch, sipping her drink pensively, her black hair covering her face. Libby was in the kitchen getting some food.

	“Are you ready?” Maddie said, enthusiastically.

	“Jesus Maddie, we’re watching a Disney movie, not Paranormal Activity,” Sarah huffed, amused.

	Maddie felt hurt, “oh, get a sense of humor through that mop of hair you have.”

	Sarah huffed again, “you aren’t even tall enough to grab my hair.”

	Maddie stood up, not facing Sarah. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over all this.” She rubbed her hands and grabbed her soft, round ass, accentuated perfectly through her jeans. She turned around. “And this,” she said as she squeezed her equally endowed and pillowy breasts.

	Sarah was silent.

	Libby walked in with the food. Four sleeves of oreos, a suburban middle-class delicacy. We each took a sleeve.

	While the beginning song began to play Sarah edged her way off the couch. I noticed Libby did the same with her chair. I really didn’t think anything of it (more couch for me!). I spread my legs wide.

	I tried to not pay attention to the movie while I nibbled on my oreos. Instead I looked around. It was surprisingly quiet, compared to the talking the group normally had during movies. Sarah and Maddie usually had their little shitfests but this time they were enthralled by the movie. Maddie was sitting criss-cross applesauce in front of the TV. Sarah was sitting farther back with her legs in front of her with her back on the couch. Libby was laying on her belly on the carpet.

	That was kind of weird. Especially with her choice of dress. She had come over in her tiniest miniskirt, the one she always wore when she had the chance because our school wouldn’t let her wear it on the campus. She was usually pretty modest with it though. However, with her laying on the ground in such a way, Sarah and I could clearly see the thin pink panties within.

	I didn’t think much of it as I nestled into a blanket.

	Almost immediately I needed to pee. My only protest was a very exasperated exhale as I got up. I was going to be a nice friend and ask the girls if they wanted anything from the kitchen, but they were all so totally enthralled by the movie that they didn’t even notice me get up.

	After my quick trip to the bathroom I came back into the room and settled back down into the couch. Sarah had inched closer to the TV, joining Maddie in criss-cross seating. Maddie was halfheartedly eating an oreo and playing with a… was that a toy? Maddie had some sort of stuffed monster in her hands, and was playing with it quietly as she also watched the movie. I giggled to myself. Whatever floats your boat, Maddie! I decided not to interrupt her movie watching to make fun of her, but I made a note of it.

	However, after watching for another ten minutes I noticed something even more bizarre. I didn’t want to be weird and all, but I specifically remembered Libby’s panties being a thin pink. From my vantage point, they now looked like a more thick white cotton. I wasn’t proud of it, but I peeked lower to get a good look at them. I sighed to myself as I saw light pink flowers adorning it in some places. I must have just assumed they were pink just looking at the flowers, I said to myself, forgetting the whole thing.

	Everything felt off as the movie trudged on. I knew my friends were relatively childish, but the things that they did were going too far. Maddie, for one, continued to play with her “toy”, and even cheered when prince charming was on the screen! Sarah suddenly had a toy also, a stuffed bunny, and was playing with it also. Libby began to suck on her thumb, smiling and staring at the screen.

	I felt a twinge in my bladder, weirded out, I was about to say something. It didn’t feel right. However, I felt the twinge again and I simply trudged off to the bathroom, sighing.

	After coming back I noticed things got weirder. All the girl’s cups didn’t have coke in them anymore, only golden liquid that I could only hope was apple juice. Now Maddie was also sucking on her thumb along with Libby. I looked up Libby’s skirt and…

	I got up. No, something was wrong. I ran over to the TV and turned it off.

	“Turn it back on Gabby! I wanna watch!” Maddie immediately slurred behind her thumb. Sarah simply got up and started to move toward me. Libby started to seriously whine. Not a fake, humorous or intentionally annoying whine, like a whine somebody makes when they really have to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t get a word in.

	I simply stood there as Sarah turned the TV back on and sat back down. What was happening to my friends? They all simply stared at the TV. Each girl had barely touched her oreos, or her apple juice. I noticed that the cups had become sippy cups, like a toddler.

	Was this real? Was this happening? As I began to look for it, I noticed. Subtle changes, the pigment of a shirt, the length of a skirt, the padding of a bra. All were slowly reforming in ways I didn’t know was possible. Maddie’s shirt “grew” a Dora the Explorer graphic on it as it slowly turned pink.

	I watched in horror as the changes sped up. The training panties that Libby was wearing thickened out, becoming a Pull-Up, then a Goodnite, and then a full-blown diaper. Her miniskirt began to close around her crotch, but it did nothing to hide the growing bulk beneath. Her skirt and shirt fused into a simple onesie, complete with a snap crotch.

	Maddie’s panties went through a similar transformation, jeans becoming a wavy, light short skirt that did nothing to cover her diaper. A pacifier appeared clipped to her shirt sleeve, and the sippy cup she was drinking out of became a baby bottle.

	Sarah’s pants became simple overalls. But even the bulk and modestly of her dress did nothing to hide the bulk of her diaper. Her legs spread out from touching ankles to making a sizeable V due to the simple bulk.

	All of this of course took time, enough to finish the movie as the last of the transformation took place. As the credits started to roll the newly babified girls took their attention away from the TV.

	Libby immediately started to cry. Maddie began doggedly stuffing her face with oreos and Sarah just sat there with a look on her face.

	I went into full panic mode.

	Oh my god.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

I took a deep breath. Despite all that I saw, I was relatively cool.

I began by taking Libby’s pacifier and putting it in her mouth. She accepted it and simply began to suck quietly.

	I had been so enthralled by what was happening to my friends that I didn’t see the diaper bag appear on the couch.
	When I said diaper bag, I really meant diaper suitcase. The thing easily took up all the couch and was much taller and much wider than me. I took a look inside.

	It had diapers, wipes and powder. That was it.

	I smelt a smell and immediately looked down at the three girls.