Story thing for anon

	When I first created the virus, I didn't expect it to work. Honestly, as I sat in the mall waiting anxiously as my first victim put her lips around the contaminated straw I expected to be arrested and put in a lunatic asylum. At least there I would have a nurse that could change my diapers.

	I didn't think it was real when I saw things change. My tracker scanned the area, and well within weeks 99.9% of the world's population had caught it. It was like a dream coming true, and I had the pleasure of watching it. I watched the news constantly, and saw the subtle changes in the news anchors. The woman anchors began to grow huge breasts, to the point of bursting out of their clothes. The men simply became women. No hoopla, no unrest, no massive crisis. The nanovirus simply worked its magic and within six months I was sitting in my apartment as the last male human being on earth.

	After four months of growing my fame, getting power and consolidating my life I sat where I currently was now, in nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt in front of a massive TV playing video games on the top level of one of the most expensive buildings in New York, in a penthouse suite taking up the entire floor. There was a knock on the door. I didn't even pay any attention to it, as one of the girls would answer.

	Sure enough, I heard the door open and intermittent conversation. Soon after, I heard the rustling of two girls waddling into my room. I didn't even look up.

	A voice I didn't recognize spoke up, "Hello Jake, I'm Brenda Shaw."

	I didn't answer. The voice huffed.

	"I'm from the New York Times, I'd like to ask you a few-"

	"I'm busy," I interrupted.

	"Ah," she said diplomatically, "Is there a better time, or should I..."

	I paused my game and looked at her. She seemed pretty. She was tall, with gigantic breasts. Her long brown hair was up in a bun, and she wore a navy blue pantsuit that accentuated her breasts and hips. She was wearing the thinnest diapers commercially available, but still they were bursting from her pants. I threw down my controller.

	"I'm hungry." I said.

	Janet, the girl that lead Brenda into this room leaned down and smiled at me, her breasts dangling tantalizingly close to my face.

	"Oh yes? And what does the little boy want?"

	I declined her advances, "No, her," I pointed at Brenda, "Take me to lunch."

	Janet scowled and left the room while Brenda stood in surprise.

	"Me?" she said.

	"Yes you," I responded, slightly annoyed, "go get my stroller and take me to lunch, I want it to be nice."

	Brenda immediately jumped into action. She asked a passing girl where my stroller was and immediately opened it and picked me up and put me in. She then pushed me out the door as she waddled behind.

	I drew some looks as Brenda pushed me to lunch. Not looks of disgust, but looks of deep lust and want. Every girl on the street saw me and wanted me desperately. Most of these girls have gone almost a full year without male contact.

	A blonde approached the stroller and leaned down inside.

	"Oh, Jake! What a cutie!" she slowly put her hand on the front of my diaper, "Aww, poor little guy isn't wet! Let me change that for you..." she began sliding her hand under the front panel of the diaper before Brenda yelled.

	"That's enough of that!"
	The blonde walked away giving Brenda a hateful stare.

	We entered the finest restaurant in New York. Brenda got us reservations, so we sat down almost immediately. In the same strain of immediacy, the waitress, much like the blonde on the street was trying to get into my pants.

	The waitress was tall just like Brenda, and when she saw me sitting she immediately came over.

	"Oh, poor Jakey's wet! Let me change you!" She said, sticking her hands under my armpits, about to lift me out of my chair. Brenda was about to say something, but I spoke up first.

	"I don't want a change right now, I want food. Let go of me."

	The waitress frowned and pulled her hands away, she pulled out her notepad. I decided I wanted steak, and Brenda ordered a salad.

	As we were waiting for our food, Brenda attempted to interview me. She pulled out a notebook.

	"So, Jake could you tell me about your life?" She began.

	"I'm thirsty," I said, "One second."

	A waitress was passing by our table. She was looking at me, as were most of the people in the building. I locked eyes with her and beckoned her over.

	"I'm hungry, and I didn't order a drink," I said to her.

	She smiled and leaned down to get eye to eye with me.

	"Well honey?" she said, barely a whisper, "What would you like to drink?"

	I was going to say something on the menu, but this woman's breasts caught me off guard. While the virus I created gave each woman amazing breasts full of milk, this woman's breasts were perfect pillowy back-problems-giving milk bags. I began to sport a boner that caused the front of my diaper to stick out strangely. The waitress took one look at my eyes, one look at the front of my diaper and smiled.

	"I think I'll give you the house special, " she said, pulling down her shirt. Brenda looked in complete surprise as I grabbed the waitress's breast and began to suck deeply. Brenda looked at the scene in disbelief as I fed from the waitress, but I opened my mouth slightly to reveal the pool of pearly white milk filling the back of my mouth, and Brenda's jaw went limp.

	As I fed, I could feel the waitress's hands wander down to the front of my diaper, and I pushed them away as she began to subtly pull on the tapes. She began to move her hands other places, putting them on my chest. She began to awkwardly push the unused breast against the opposite side of my face.

	I stopped feeding after I heard the waitress that was actually serving our table come with our food. The waitress that was feeding me turned around to see the other waitress looking at her with a mix of hate and jealousy. The waitress looked at her colleague first in fear, and then smiled smugly and placed her massive breast back into her uniform.

	After we ate I got bored so I told Brenda to put me into the stroller and leave. Nobody challenged us as she waddled behind my stroller out the doors.

	She pushed me home, and as she pushed me through the door. We passed by my playground room, and I saw a couple smaller girls in onesies climbing and laughing. One was even sitting in a sandbox, her onesie had broken open for some reason and was revealing a large and apparently profusely used diaper. All of them were sucking on pacifiers. Several taller girls sat watching the smaller girls intently, smiling and chatting quietly to each other.

	As we walked in, all the taller womens' eyes turned to face us, Brenda shifted awkwardly.

	"Um, what's this?" She asked, standing behind my stroller in the doorway. She was staring, transfixed at the scene in front of her.

	"They're babies," I said, deadpan, pointing out towards the ten or so girls milling about in the playground, obviously different from the women sitting, partially due to their size and partially due to the fact that they were dressed in onesies and t-shirts, much unlike the other girls and Brenda, who were wearing skirts, that, while seemingly more mature than simple onesies or just t-shirts, did little to conceal their diapered state.

	"And those," I pointed at a group of the sitting women. Some of them noticed, and one even flipped her hair, another beckoned with her finger and pointed at her bulging, barely covered breasts. "Are the mommies."

	"Are they here... willingly?" Brenda asked, worried. Some of the "mommies" in earshot laughed patronizingly to each other.

	"Of course," I said, half smiling.

	We both stood in the doorway as the mommies quietly called each girl from the playground. Smiling, each girl waddled to their respective mommy. As if in unison, they all began to breastfeed.

	Brenda again looked alarmed, but I smiled. My favorite girl, Shannon, was sitting on the couch with nobody to feed. She was looking at me and she smiled. She got up from the couch and walked over to my stroller, she began to fiddle with the straps.

	"Come on honey, there's always room for one more, and I know there's always room for Shannon's milk in your tummy!" I giggled.

	She carried me over to the couch and I quickly began to feed. I heard another girl, Sarah, speak as I sucked down Sharon's lovely milk.

	"Ms.Shaw, there's always room for one more, if you want to try," a tall brown-haired girl, Sarah, said, patting her lap with one hand and undoing her shirt with the other.

	Brenda shook her head so hard that I could hear it with my head on Shannon's lap over the rhythmic sucking of the breastfeeders.

	"N-No thanks, I just ate!" she said taking a step back.

	"Do you want anything? Are you wet, do you need a change?" Sarah said.

	"I do need a change," Brenda said, "But I can do it myself! Where's your changing room?" she added quickly.

	Sarah smiled slyly, "Oh hush, let me get you clean and into a dry diaper."

	I could hear the crinkling as Sarah got off the couch, took Brenda's hand and lead her off to the apartment's changing room.

	At that I unlatched from Sharon's breast, and she gave me a kiss and left. All of the other women breastfeeding eventually left at one time or another until I was the only one in the room. I got up from the bench and was going to go play video games when Sarah and Bertha came back into the room. Bertha was red in the face and held herself nervously, as the bottom of her pantsuit was gone and replaced with a massive diaper, much bigger than the relatively thin one she was wearing before. Sarah had a devilish smile on her face. She took one look at my diaper and beckoned me over.

	"Come on big guy, you're sagging something fierce, let's get you in a fresh diaper, okay?"

	I could feel that the comforting warmth of my last wetting had disappeared, so I decided that I was in the mood for a new diaper, so I waddled over to her and she lead me to the changing room. I hopped up onto the table as Sarah was opening cupboard after cupboard filled to the brim with diapers.

	"So, honey, what type of diaper do you want right now. Do you want something thin? Thick? Babyish? Adult?"

	I thought for a while, and then I decided I was in the mood for something thick and babyish, as I wasn't planning on leaving the apartment for the rest of the day.

	"Give me the thickest most babyish diaper," I said, kicking my legs slightly.

	Sarah smiled at me as she ripped the tapes of my diaper, "Oh, well the big boy isn't in the mood to be a big boy right now, eh? Let's get a pacifier between those lips." She opened a drawer and took out a pacifier and put it in my mouth. I sucked instinctively.

	Sarah removed my diaper quickly, ripping the tapes open and opening the front with one fell swoop. She smiled again upon seeing my open diaper.

	"We should have changed you before you went out, just look at that!"

	I looked towards my crotch and saw the entirety of the padding soaked. Sarah just smiled and wiped me down.

	Sarah was another one of my favorite girls, even though I had many, there were only a few special ones that I payed any sort of romantic attention to, Sarah and Shannon were two of them. These girls, while being nurturing and kind, did little to act overly motherly in any sort of seductive way, and instead were companions for the most part, almost like big sisters.

	As Sarah was changing me I saw Nicole walk by. She wore the thinnest diaper possible in the house paired with the longest, tightest skirt in an attempt to look mature. Her face was plastered with makeup, and instead of wearing her hair down she had put it up in a bun and donned gasses that were non-prescription. I giggled slightly as she passed, because she really looked like a little toddler that maybe had dressed up as her sexy secretary mother for Halloween, but instead she just looked like someone desperate to be respected, like a middle schooler stuffing her bra.

	Sarah finished the change and I swung off the changing table. The front of my diaper was adorned with Elmo, the lovable red monster. I waddled considerably, and when I stood the new diaper bowed my legs out so much that I kind of looked like I was doing a parody of a bowlegged old west cowboy, exaggerating it beyond any hope of accuracy.

	I gave up trying to waddle with difficulty and simply crawled back to my living room. Upon entering, I saw Liz, the tallest of the girls, a freak of nature of sorts. When I met her, I did some preliminary tests, and found that where she lived during the virus outbreak (Austin, TX) experienced the only known mutation of the virus. This mutation caused the people affected to grow to massive heights. Liz was easily pushing nine feet. Personally, when I wanted to slip into a baby role-play, Liz was always there to sweet-talk me and provide literally massive help in making the fantasy more real. Even in thick diapers, Liz always was the one of the only girl that really seemed to emanate a sense of maturity, mostly from her height, her mature face and straight, long hair.

	Liz was currently breastfeeding Brenda, who was now dressed in a onesie. Brenda looked at me, eyes wide, and seemed to struggle to break, but Liz, ever strong an imposing, forced Brenda back on her nipple before she could get a plea out. She smiled as she saw me.

	"Oh, Jake! I was just finishing up giving this baby her feeding. I found her sitting here in a nice shirt, so I could only assume that she had raided the wardrobe, but don't worry, she's all onesie'd up now! If you want to do anything after I put her down for a nap, I'll be free."

	I faked a yawn, "Y'know Liz, if you don't mind, I'd like to join her," Liz smiled.

	"Of course, do you want to join her right now?" she patted the other side of her lap, the thigh not occupied by Brenda's head. I shook my head.

	"No thanks, I'll just take a nap with her."

	I waited as Liz finished up feeding Brenda. Immediately after Brenda was unlatched from Liz's nipple, she attempted to speak, but her mouth was filled with a pacifier.

	Liz picked both of us up and took us to my room. In my room was a single crib against the far wall, with both of the side walls filled with shelves and shelves of baby clothes and diapers. A playpen, changing table and various other baby entertainment stations were strewn across the floor. A refrigerator was also present, next to a nightlight and baby monitor near the crib. Another side door lead to a private bathroom  with the only functioning toilet still in existence. A door in that bathroom lead to another bedroom with a king-sized bed inside.

	Liz placed me in my crib, and then turned still holding Brenda to leave the room.

	"Wait!" I called, Liz immediately turned.

	"I want her to stay with me, and also I want bottles for both of us."

	Liz smiled coyly, revealing her more motherly seductive side.

	"Oh really?" she asked, placing Brenda in the crib also, then turning to the refrigerator, opening it and taking out two bottles and placing them in a nearby microwave, "Should I move you two into the "Big Kid's Room"?" I groaned, and Liz cackled, while Brenda looked surprised in a good way. I kind of laughed at her, and her thinking that her lowly interview would result in sex with the last man on Earth.