The following story was written by "Desu Ex" on the 4chan imageboard between the 13th and 17th of February 2011.
Timestamp of the first post was 02/13/11(Sun)17:57.
Timestamp of the last post was 02/17/11(Thu)19:35.

It was based on Mif Maf's drawings of a girl wearing an "Orcadiaper".
At some point one of 4chan's mods decided to delete the postings Desu Ex made, and ban them.
To my knowledge there is no end to this story. I'm hoping someone will prove me wrong.

No copyright infringement is intended.
Timestamps, irrelevant information, and names have been removed.
All lines starting with >> are the titles of the posts as they were shown in the original thread.
All posts below are written by Desu Ex.
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>> My vision is Augmented desu~

PROLOGUE: The Suit

"In a way it's like an really old fashioned suit of armor. Putting it on is much easier than removing it"

The store clerk beamed with pride when Gabby had pointed out the strange, bulky fetishwear.

"It's just... I've heard about these things. They make them sound so... irreversible. Like, there's NO way to get out of one."

The suit in question was an awkwardly shaped bundle of latex/nitrile that weight about 20 pounds. It was currently in two pieces, a front section and a back section, and appeared to have no zippers or means of actually putting it on without it falling off... or taking it off once it WAS on. Holding it up would reveal to the viewer that most of the weight was centered in a tail-section, that unmistakably looked like an orca-whale tail.

"Nonsense, you CAN take it off... it's just a question of whether you WANT to once you put it on! Imagine it, girl... being rendered totally submissive, but still able to move... made to be less than the human you are... "

Gabby fidgeted as her common-sense and sex drive intermingled at the store clerk's casual comments.

One couldn't help but notice that the front-portion's sleeves terminated in pointed, thumb-less mittens. Flippers. You couldn't use your fingers if you put it on.

The back section had some padding for the ass-area around the tail, but appeared to be made for... extended use. It doubled as a diaper. How waste was recycled... Gabby pushed that thought aside in her mind. The suit would envelope the chest, neck, arms, and back, but leave the legs and face totally exposed... "So, you wanted to try it on still?" Gabby stood vacantly looking at the suit. Maybe... if she just touched it again... yes... that would satisfy her curiosity... yes... that would definitely help satisfy... her curiosity...

>>

Gabby fingered the latex-like material of the suit as she sat on her bed. The suits were custom made. Most of her pores still felt clogged from the whole-body cast they had to take of her torso-area. The popularity of such suits had taken root quickly when they were first marketed, and they had only decreased in price.
Putting it on would be simple, but it required the help of another person. It was a bit like gluing a cast together, only around the whole body. You put your arms into the sleeves, laid down on the floor so that the suit bound tightly to your skin, and your helper attached and fused the back part to the front. It would be a form-fitting seal that the wearer couldn't remove. Just like it should be. This one came with a few bits that Gabby hadn't examined. One looked like a bottle of hand-sanitizer. There were also a pair of leather-like boots, and two odd, oval shaped discs with clasps on them.

Gabby rocked back and forth, one hand mindlessly rubbing her clit while her mind bounced from one situation to the next. She had called her friend Alia. Told her she "needed her help with something" and that she "needed to come over right away". Only one question remained in Gabby's mind.

When was Alia going to finally arrive?

>> I now have full access to your systems

Alia had run at a full sprint to Gabby's house. She didn't know what was going on, but over the phone she had sounded desperate. "You have to see this" Well, at least she wasn't hurt.
Gabby held out the portions of the suit in front of Alia. "I... I called you because I, uhh..."
"Whoa. Where'd you find that?!"
"I... uh... didn't find it, I..."
"So one of your folks is into this?"
"Y-you could say that..."
Finally, Alia understood what was going on.
"Oh my! Our little Gabby is growing up and feeling grown-up feelings. You're so cute, of course I'll help you try it on!"
"Um... what?"
The eagerness of her friend, and her understanding of the situation, caught her by surprise.

"Okay, well, off with those clothes and on with these ones." "Shouldn't I at least wear... uh... something underneath?" "Nope. Time for a fire-sale. Everything must go. Including the undergarments. Oohh I'm so excited!" Gabby stripped off her clothing while her friend examined the suit. She shivered as her bra and panties fell to the floor, modestly covering her intimate places with her arms and hands.
"Alright, girl, no going back after this. You ready?"
"You can take them off, y'know"
"Oh, I know, I'm just trying to add to the feel of it... or CAN you take them off?!" she added with mock-drama.

>> What are you looking for?

Slipping her hands into the sleeves, Gabby pulled as hard as she could on the gloves to get her hand into the flipper-like appendage. With a *click* sound, her wrists popped slightly, and her hands slid into the flipper-portion. The suit's wrist-portion clamped down in response on her wrist, hard but firm. She would need two hands to free the hand she had just put in, or some tools and a lot of leverage. It didn't feel all that bad, but she couldn't get her hand out of the glove.
"So, what's the first impression?"
Gabby shifted the front portion of the suit to cover up her naked body. "I can't get my hand out with ease, but I could if I wanted to. It feels... smooth on the inside, like leather or latex. The flipper's pressing down on all sides, but my hand isn't getting clammy or uncomfortable."
"Try to pick one of the boots ups"
Leaning towards the box of knick-knacks, She responded by moving all her fingers in unison, grasping feebly with her flipper-hand only to have the leather boot slip from her grasp. She could no longer pick things up with her thumb and forefinger. "Eh? It pulls my other fingers with it. Didn't expect that. I guess it's tighter than it feels."
"Wanna put on the other one?" Alia was clearly enjoying her friends embarrassment. "Yeah. Will you help?"

>> Do not be deceived. ~desu

With Alia's help, her other hand pushed into the flipper portion of the suit. She'd need all her leg-power just to free one hand now.

Shortly after examining her new flipper, the realization hit her that she didn't have hands anymore. Which made the aching in her crotch all that much worse. She couldn't pick things up. Didn't have hands. Just had flippers... was totally stuck... for the rest of her life... no going back... she had flippers not hands. She was born with flippers not hands... The ideas pulsed through her head and straight into her mounting arousal.

"So when're we gonna take the big step?"

"Soon, I hope. I'm just taking it all in".

"Damn straight, you're gonna be a prisoner in your own body soon, missy. So what's it like not to have prehensile hands anymore?"

>> Yes I'm authorized for this ~desu!

Gabby looked at her flippers, and back at her friend. She had chosen not to have hands. There were people who were born without hands or had to have them amputated... but this was different... she had chosen this.
"I'm... uh... gonna need help with the... back section"
"The whaaaaat?"
"The back section!"
"Oh come on, "back section"? What's it *really*?"
Gabby looked confused for a moment. So caught up in the loss of her appendages that she had forgotten the rest of the suit had even existed.
"It's... uhh... a tail, right?"
Alia sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll make it crystal clear. I want you to ask "Please help me put on my diaper", or I won't help you put it on."

>> Stick around, I'm full of bad ideas ~desu

Gabby made a small, barely surpressed 'Eep', inhaling sharply at her friend's comment.
"I-it's not my diaper! It's just part of the costume!"
"Really? It's not yours? You bought it, I think it's YOUR diaper, no one elses."
Gabby sighed, and laid face-down on the floor. She stretched the suit over the front part of her body, pulling tightly, her naked ass presented towards her friend. "Just help me get it on already".
Alia picked up the tail-section of the suit. "Nope. I wanna hear you say it."
Gabby rolled her eyes. "Please, just help me put it on!"
"Put what on?"
Gabby thought for a moment. After this, there really was no going back. Even if she could take it off, she would have worn one. Experienced what it would be like to wear a diaper, voluntarily. Worn a diaper... because she wanted to. She wanted to wear a diaper. The suit wasn't complete without it.
"... my diaper" she mumbled
"What?" Alia said with a bit of surprise.
"Please... help me put on my diaper".
Alia paused for a moment. "Of course I'll help you, sweetie, you just needed to ask."

>> Isaac! Eat this pinecone!

Applicating the front end to the back was meant to be idiot-proof. You lined up the seams, and applied a tiny line of fast-dry silicone caulk and solvent all along the gaps. It was like glueing, then welding it together. Unique cuts had been taken out of the material to show which place lined up with which, but this suit required the user to put on a diaper first, then glue it in place.
With some hesitation, Gabby inserted her feet into the leg-holes of the diaper, and pulled it up her legs until it was firmly in place on her hips. The straps of it had to be solvated together, or they would slip apart.
Alia left no time for Gabby to take the new feelings in, she immediately positioned the back tail-portion of the suit and pulled tight on the front half section, giving Gabby a ridiculous muffin-top appearance and rubbing against her exposed breasts. Aligning the tail-section with the torso-section, and wrapping it around the rather gaudy diaper, the suit now enveloped her totally. All that remained was to caulk it shut, then solvate it together.
If done correctly, the suit would appear to have no seams at all. More accurately, it *wouldn't* have any seams. The wearer would have to have someone else take it off.
Alia set about the task with relish, applicating the caulk and lacquer-thinner like a pro. The process would take about an hour to applicate without error, and another 3 hours to dry.
"Okay princess, we're gonna have to move you, so just lift your legs up and I'll drag you over to a wall where we can let the tail dry for a bit."

>> Isaac! The thing you wanted to do is now completely fucked! Go fix it!

Gabby felt uncomfortable. The neck-sleeve felt like it was connected to her ass, her arms connected to her legs, and everything else was connected to everything inbetween. Then there was the new weight to the orca-tail that had been added, along with the back portion.
Her shoulder blades, thankfully, had a surprising amount of give, and she could at least rest her head on her arms while the glue dried.
Gabby thought of ways to pass the time while Alia positioned her awkward tail. The suit was rubbing against her skin whenever she moved. It didn't feel bad, but... it was like a thousand, little leather brushes over her breasts. That and she wasn't allowed to move much. She briefly wondered if she even *could* get up with her flippers. Her... flippers? Her hands. She briefly looked at them to confirm that they were, at one point, human appendages. They certainly didn't move like hands, and they had the distinct black/white tone of Orca flesh. These were her flippers.
Broken from her reverie by Alia's stomping around, Gabby remembered the odd assortment of tools and knick-knacks that came with the suit. She woudl have to ask Alia about them, as she couldn't get up.
"Hey, Alia, what was all that extra stuff that came with the suit anyway?"
"Extra stuff?" Alia appeared confused.
"Well, I mean, I got the suit on, right? I mean, after it dries..."
She was broken off by Alia. "Oh, no. That's just the main part of the suit. You mean this stuff?" Alia held up the box to her level, and pulled out what looked like a jar of hand-sanitizer.
"Oh no. We're far from done. If I'm right, I think we can give you a hairdo that would make an Orca proud with this."
Gabby fidgeted in her entrapment. This was going to be a long 3 hours.

>> How about this candy bar ~desu?

Gabby's immobility allowed Alia to set up her own little nest next to her uninterrupted. Gabby's normal curiosity was hindered by the fact that she was, for all intents and purposes, a beached whale that could talk. She couldn't really see what Alia was setting up above or beside her.
After Alia had set out an assortment of wash-basins, powders, and fasteners, she began rattling around in the tool-shed before coming out with a large tarp and a bunch of towels.
"Okay, Princess Gabby. Time for the royal treatment. Will it be a wash or a pedicure first?"
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"Do you want me to take care of your feet or your hair first? You can't really wash your feet or hair, so...."
Alia paused, like she wasn't sure what to say next.
"... so I better get some practice in if you're gonna be wearing this for any amount of time! Yeah."
"Oh, okay. Well, you said you were gonna give me... a hairdo that would make an Orca proud? I wanna see that." The thought dawned on Gabby that her friend might just shave her hair off, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing. She added "but nothing that would make me look creepy, okay?"
"Okay, you can trust me, young madame!" Alia grinned and set out some towels on the carpet. Gabby had a modest head of black hair that curled around her head in a kind of medium-length page-boy haircut.
Of course, Alia was about to change that.
Hooking up a small hose to the nearby sink, Alia rigged up the tarp so that the water ran downhill from where Gabby was, and out the door onto the grass.
"Alright, ya big fish, time for a rinse."

>> Risk is part of the Job, ~desu. I think you lucked out this time ~desu.

"You do realize I'm gonna hurt you if you do anything MPPTHHETH" Gabby was cut off mid-sentence as the water spurted out of the hose at high pressure into her face. Alia quickly turned down the hose pressure and aimed it at Gabby's hair, thoroughly soaking her entire body, and most of the floor.
Gabby sat in torpor as her friend gave her hair a scrub with shampoo and conditioner. The feeling of water on the suit was like a comfortable pressure. Her skin below responded to the perceived moisture by perspiring, and when she wasn't paying attention, it felt like the water that hit the suit was hitting her skin. Like the suit was her skin. A second skin. I mean, she was just born with human skin, right? I mean, she could choose another set if it felt... right....
"Okay, so I gotta ask. You *really* wanna know what this little jar does?"
Her daydream was once again interrupted, and she was forced to acknowledge her friend's existence anew.
"Yes, of course. You said you were gonna give me a head of hair to go with the suit. I mean... it's not... is it...?"
Alia looked at Gabby to finish her sentence "Is it what?"
"It's fish-smelling shampoo, isn't it?"
Alia smiled and giggled at her friend. "Nope. Good guess, though.".
Alia knelt down, squeezing a wet lock of hair. She hadn't dried it yet.
"Well, it makes your hair feel like the suit. Among... other things."
"You mean it turns my hair into leather?"
"Sort of. It's a bit like permanent marker ink with a weird consistency. It'll make your hair feel like it's made of leather. But more importantly, it'll make it Look like it's leather. You'll look like and be a genuine leather-Orca with this."
It made an odd amount of sense to Gabby. After all... that's what a leather-Orca should look like... what *she* should look like. The fidgeting and helplessness of being trapped left her impulsive. Yes. Do it. Leather hair. Good.
"Yeah. Do that."

>> The Universal Constructor is in this facility ~desu

"Good. Glad you want to... Because It was going on even if you didn't."
"That's not funny."
"But it's true. You don't *really* have a say in what happens right now, do you?"
The thought sent small pangs of fear to her chest and... something else...
"That's... not true... I..."
"When you got this suit, you knew what it meant, didn't you? That you'd wear a diaper, that you wouldn't have hands, that you'd sacrifice your time and freedom to whoever you trusted to put it on, right?"
"That's... not true... don't hurt me..."
Alia looked down at her friend, and relented.
"Look... okay, I'm sorry if I scared you, okay? If you don't want to try it, if you're scared, then we don't have to, okay?" Alia cooed and cradled Gabby's head and torso, stroking her wet hair.
"All I was trying to say was, I understand, and I want this to be as fun as it can be. You know I'm not gonna hurt you right? I promise."
"Okay. I'm... uh... sorry I freaked out for a bit there."
"That's alright." Alia grinned "So, you really wanna try it?"
"Try what?"
"The shampoo? The one that makes your hair all leathery, you wanna try it now?"
Gabby remembered. The shampoo. Leather. Orca. Suit. Hair. Skin. Helpless. It all came back as quickly as it had left.
"Yeah, let's try it"

>> More exposition probably ~desu

Alia snapped on a pair of small Nitrile lab gloves. She Spooned a gob of the substance onto Gabby's wet hair, briefly wondering if the gooey substance would turn skin or other materials into a latex-material. She continued spooning more and more of the substance onto Gabby's hair, letting it set, then run a bit, then putting another glob on.
Gabby felt like her hair was being washed with the thickest, sludgiest shampoo in the northern hemisphere. As Alia globbed the strange substance on, she would occasionally lift up a few strands of hair to let it seep into the scalp, then go back to more spoonfuls. Gabby felt like her head weighed ten pounds heavier. Little by little, she scrubbed in the globs of clear, viscous fluid. The did not make any suds, but they glommed to Gabby's hair like glue. She had to be confident that her friend wasn't just pouring glue in her hair. But then again, there wasn't much to do if she was.
After about a half hour of folding, kneading, and scrubbing, the feeling of heaviness subsided, and it felt like there was now a layer of latex on her head in addition to her hair.
"Done yet?"
"Not quite yet. Just gotta add the finishing touch."
With that, Alia fired up a blowdryer, lifting up the strands of hair she had semi-glued together. The material dried and bound the hair together, forming a latex-coating around all the hair. Fusing with it. Alia heated one small packet of hair at a time.
"Okay, all done."
"What... how do I look?"
"See for yourself."

>> Too bad Paris is under Martial Law ~desu

Gabby raised a flippered hand to touch her hair. She expected to find the sensation of hair on her scalp. She found the sensation of latex. Not just on her gloved hand. But on her head too. Her hair felt like latex now. Even her scalp... even the roots of her hair didn't feel like hair.
"Alright, here's a mirror. Hope you like it." Alia held a hand mirror in front of Gabby's face
She looked like a doll. A leather Orca. Her hair looked fake. It had to be. There was no other way to describe it. Normal hair doesn't look like it's made of bits of latex layered together to give the appearance of hair. Which was what her hair looked like. And felt like. Hair doesn't feel like latex. Whatever was on her head was not hair. Not anymore, at least. She was really becoming a leather Orca. She could take off the suit with help, but... this felt different. Now She was really changing, body and mind, into a leather Orca. Her body had been changed. Could it even be undone? Would it wear out? The new sensations were overwhelming.

>>

While Gabby was lost in her euphoria, Alia took the time to fit the suit's shoes to Gabby's feet. On the bottom, the shoes were totally flat, like a dance-shoe with no traction except oily leather. The wearer would definately slip and fall on a tile floor. The insides were like the suit's flippers: You could get the foot in, but it would be a huge chore getting them back out after you had popped the heel of your foot in. Utterly impossible for Gabby to remove. Alia realized she had, for all intents and purposes, immobilized her friend's ability to move around. NOW Gabby was helpless. Her eyes glowed with the power of control and arousal. Then she remembered the final little part that came with the suit.
The little oval-shaped discs.
No. They weren't quite ready for those. Not yet. There was still so much to do, before and after those little discs. But they still weren't ready.
"Hey, Gabby, you alright?"
"I'm... I'm a..."
"A leather Orca. You're a leather Orca. Always have been. Always will be." She added that last part for effect, but the effect it had was unexpected.
Gabby started to cry. She sniffed, smiling up at her friend and choking out a "thank you..." before resting her head back on the floor.
"Don't thank me yet, hun. Try and get up."

>>

Gabby sniffed, inhaling her euphoric tears and grasping back at reality, which had been slipping away from her in the pleasure of her change.
She pushed down with her hands, and they slid out from under her. Right. No traction with her flippers. She attempted to roll on her back. The tail unbalanced her and she ended up back on her stomach. Finally, in a last-ditch effort, she balled up her flippers into fists, planted them on the ground, and pushed from her legs.... only to find that they, too, had no traction. Once again, she was flat on her face.
She couldn't get up. She genuinely couldn't get up even if she tried. A wave of helplessness gripped her briefly before she remembered her friend.
"Hey, Alia, a little help?"
"A little help with what? You can get up."
"Uhh... no I can't. I don't have any traction."
"And do you know why that is?"
Gabby tilted her head and shrugged. "Because there's not enough friction?"
Alia laughed. "Well, that's true, but the fact of the matter is that an Orca can't stand on two legs."
Well, of course they couldn't, but she wasn't an Orca, she was a person... wasn't she?

"Humans can stand up all by themselves, but leather Orca's can't do it. If you want to be getting around, you'll need to accept that you just can't do that by yourself and you need a human's help."
"So, let's try this again. Why can't you get up?"
Gabby's face flushed with arousal. She knew why. At the deepest levels, she knew why.
"Because... I...."

>>

"I... need your help to get around. Would you help me?"
"And whyyyyyy can't you get around?" Alia had remembered to keep her teasing in check. Just a little. Not too much.
"Because... I'm an Orca now. I need a human's help to stand up."
"Good girl. You learn quick."
Alia took her friend's arm over her shoulder, and dragged the light girl over to the couch where she could sit and feel comfortable. She removed a seat-cushion so they could fit her new tail.
Now, Alia thought, time to have a bit of fun with our new Gabby.
Alia shouted from the kitchen, "Want something to drink, hun?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty parched from waiting. Some water or juice would be great."
Of course, Alia brought water.
The effects of which would only take a moment.
Which Gabby gulped down.
And soon therafter, began to fidget.
She had to pee.
"Uhh... Alia..."
"Yeah, what's up?" As though she didn't know.
"I... uh... need to use the bathroom."
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"Well, I'll need to take the suit off."
Alia thought about it. "No. No, I don't think we'll be doing that. I don't think we're taking that suit off for a good long time."
Gabby looked confused.
Alia just smiled.

>>

"Well, you're wearing an Orca suit, buuut... you're wearing another certain article of clothing along with it..."
The thought of what Alia was saying hit Gabby like a brick.
"I... we can take it off still and it won't break, right? So I can go to the bathroom, right?"
"I don't think you want to do that."
"W... what do you mean?"
Alia poked Gabby's muffin-top for emphasis.
"I mean you're a diaper-wearing leather Orca. You don't need to worry about worrisome stuff like going to the bathroom or getting around. You can just go when you want to, and get someone else to help you move around. I'm here to take care of you. All you need to do is relax."
"Alia, this isn't funny. I can't get out of this thing by myself. You said you'd..."
"Look, you can't stand up for yourself, can't hold things for yourself, and can't even get to the bathroom by yourself. It's time to face facts. You're wearing an Orca-diaper, and you're gonna go in it like a diaper. Don't worry about it. Just do it. I'll do all the thinking about what happens afterward."
"N-no... no way... you've gotta be joking. Okay, I'll play along. I'll hold it in as long as it takes, then, when I'm about to piss myself, you'll let me go then, right?"
"No. No, that's not what I'm going to do."
"What the hell is wrong with you? I *have* to go to the *bathroom*."
Alia paused, a poker face of neutrality "Well, Orca's don't have to worry about that."
Gabby continued to fidget. She told herself she could probably hold on for a few days.
At least, that's what she told herself.

>>

Gabby was wide awake.
It was 1 AM. But she was wide awake. She had to go. Had to go. Needed to pee. Her flippers were stuck squarely in her crotch and She. Needed. To. Go. Somehow she had managed to slam a ham sandwich in her face in place of dinner, and washed it down with more water. She could work the tap, but couldn't open the juice carton. She just didn't have enough dexterity. Looking back, that was a horrible idea. More water. More pee. Need to pee need to pee need to pee need to pee really bad really bad really bad.
Gabby got up from the couch. She somehow managed to balance herself on the wall. She stepped outside onto the porch, taking in the fresh air, bugs buzzing around her. She should sleep out here. That's what animals did. Humans were animals too. it felt nice outside. Nice to just be...
Gabby woke from her dream. It was now 10 AM, and she was urinating. Wait, what? No! By the time she had fully awoken and come to her senses, She managed to stop urinating, but her bladder had almost emptied by the time she fully awoke.
She couldn't believe it. She had really peed in a diaper. How was she going to fake having to go to the bathroom for the next few days? Screw it. This was a one time thing, she told herself. She could hide this from Alia for the next few days if she just...
"Good morning Starshine." Alia sat on the table next to the couch, sipping coffee in her Pajamas. "The Earth says hello."

>>

"So, have any good dreams last night?"
Alia poked the diaper-portion of the suit, and it made a soggy sound. Gabby flushed with embarassment. "It's only because you made me binge on tap-water and wouldn't let me go!"
"Yeah, sure. We'll go with that. Listen, I know now's not the best time, but I have an important question to ask you."
Gabby momentarily forgot her bladder and focused on Alia. She was never this serious.
"Do you... I... was wondering something."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong, it's just... when you got this suit, it was because you wanted to be treated a certain way, right?" Gabby paused. She got the suit because she wanted to know what it felt like. It enticed her at a basic level. She had had to know. Now that it rubbed up against her body, clamped down on her hands, and enveloped her legs and intimate places, she wasn't sure.
Did she want to be... treated... a certain way?
"What do you mean?"
"Well. Let me be frank for a bit. Right now, you don't have control. Of anything. Of your hands, of your feet, of your bladder, of anything. And you chose to be this way. My only question is, do you like it like this?"

>>

Gabby looked quizically at Alia. What a silly question! She had just pissed herself!
"Alia, I just peed myself. What do you think I think?"
Alia decided to try a new angle.
"Well... that's because it wasn't your decision, right? I made you do it, right?"
Gabby's partially conscious mind already began to rationalize before the sentence ended. Yes. She did it. Her fault. I did not do this. But she was her friend! She didn't do things like that.
"R-right... I guess? Did you?"
"Right. So I'm just asking that you do what I ask from now on, and I think you'll really like the end result. And if you don't, well, guess who's fault it is?"
Hers. Her fault her fault Her choice
"Uhhh..."
"Okay? So if I ask you to wet your diaper or do something silly, just go along with it. I promise it'll be fun."
Gabby couldn't argue with that. "Okay."
Alia smiled blankly. Soon, those discs... soon we'll be ready...

>>

"I'm really glad you said that, Gabby. First thing's first, we gotta get you cleaned up. You're gonna have some serious blisters if we don't."
"Y-you mean..."
"Nope. You're an Orca, remember? You're not wearing a suit, that's just who you are. 'Kay? Don't worry about it. I'll help you to the tub"
Gabby let her friend put her arms over her shoulder and lugged her to the bathroom. She blinked hard at the sight of the toilet... what would happen after she ATE something?!

Gabby leaned into her friend's body. God... I'm really stuck in here. I'm not going to worry about it. Just go with this. I don't have to worry about that until it comes up. Why don't I have to worry about that?! I'm trapped in an... I'm a leather Orca. I look like one, move like one... pee myself... like...

The material of the suit was porous, but it also wasn't waterproof. It let water, even soap suds, in and out, while binding tightly to the skin. As long as you dried someone with a bit of pressure, and maybe a blow-dryer, it was just like taking a bath.
Needless to say, Gabby didn't fit in the tub with her gaudy tail flopping around.
Alia was at a loss. Gabby needed to be washed. Not just to prevent diaper-burn. She needed to know who her caretaker was at the most basic level. Who washed her, who dried her, who helped her when she wet her diaper. But they couldn't do a full-body wash with the sink-hose.
An idea hit her. She ran into the tool-shed and hit pay-dirt. A kid's pool. Even better. They were going to do a little washing outside.

>>

Lugging her friend outside didn't take that much doing. Gabby was already in the throes of diaper-burn.
"Let's get this over with. I don't want anyone to see"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"B-because..! I'm wearing a diaper-orca-suit!"
"You don't like it?"
"I..."
All these new experiences... her hair... her hands... being washed by her friend wasn't so bad. But outside. People might see her.
"Alia, in all seriousness, what if someone sees us?"
"Listen, you don't need to worry about that. Anyone sees us, They'll think I'm filling up a pool and playing with an inflatable toy if they look from any distance. You look like a leather orca, remember?"
Gabby remembered her hair. She had let her body be changed. So much that her friend thought she looked like a pool-toy. She looked like a doll. Like something artificial. Was she even human anymore? She didn't have hands. She couldn't stand up. Her hair... and her bladder... she had let them change... let them... slip... away...
Gabby began to slip into a place only she could know about. A place in her mind, far away from who she normally was, but that had always been there. She felt peaceful there. Content. Minutes passed as she sat there. Without control. Of anything. But it didn't matter. Her thoughts turned to Alia. She was so understanding. She would take care of her.
"... Alia."
"... so what I'm saying is, it doesn't matter what other people think, as long as you..."
"Alia."
Alia was talking about something that Gabby didn't understand. She shouldn't worry so much. Gabby would let her take care of her.
"Let's start."
"Whaaaa i mean okay! You... sure? Positive?"
Gabby nodded.

>>

Gabby sat perfectly still, and repeated her statement to confirm her friend's commitment
"Will you please... wash me?"
Alia continued filling up the pool.
"Of course I will, I never thought you'd ask."
"Thank you... thanks for doing this..."

Alia tried to lift Gabby into the pool, but ended up unceremoniously dumping her in face first. The suit contorted and bent with Gabby's every movement, even while she fell. More and more it was becoming a part of her... so much that her torso area felt like it was in a pool of water, and not inside a leather suit. Submerging herself in the shallow water, She wondered what it was like... swimming... with flippers... and a tail...
Alia pulled out some body-wash and scrubbed it in to the out layer of the suit. She had to press harder on the diaper-portion to get the suds to soak in. Gabby just felt a reassuring pressure around her tail... her tail... her tail............

Gabby took this moment to once again feel her... hair. She placed a flippered-hand on her scalp. It still felt like there was a bunch of latex stuck to her head. The water had just bounced off of it. It was completely waterproof, and kept its shape. She really had latex hair. Humans don't have latex hair. They have normal, stranded hair. But I'm still a human. A human that looks like a doll. Moves like a doll.
"Hey, Alia?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Am I... Am I still... human?"
"What do you think?"

>>

Gabby had no definite answer. She reached out to her friend anew.
"Well... I just... look like a doll! And I'm not bragging or anything like that, I mean I look and feel, like..."
Alia scrubbed Gabby's exposed legs and listened. Listening, ever learning.
"And my hair feels completely different, like, it's plastic or something..."
"Do you like how you feel?"
Interrupted, Gabby thought for a moment and responded with a soft "Yeah..."
"Then this is how you should be."
"I should be... artificial? A doll? A pool-toy?"
"Do you want to be?"
"Want to be what?"
"Exactly. What would you LIKE to be?"
"I don't quite... understand..."
"Yes you do. I'm asking you if you want to be a real, genuine, leather Orca. If you want to have latex hair. If you want to look like, be washed like a big doll. Do you want to be a big Orca-dolly made of leather and latex that I can play with and take care of?"
Gabby's arousal spiked and she fidgeted, hands encountering layers of fabric as they darted to massage her aching clitoris. This was way beyond her.
"I'll take care of you! You'll just be a leather-Orca. In every sense of who-you-are. As far as I'm concerned, you'll have been born, even made this way. But it's your choice."
Gabby was lost. So much... so quick... but it felt...

>>

"Okay. Let me pose the question a different way."
Gabby craned her head to get a view of her friend.
Alia looked her friend square in the eyes. Time to move in for the kill.
"Do you want to be a leather-Orca?"
"Yeah..."
Alia smiled
"... I mean... wait... i just..."
"Do you want to be a leather-Orca?"
The question Gabby simultaneously wanted and didn't want to hear. And she had heard it twice.
Alia restrained herself from saying 'think about it'. No. It was time for this. She couldn't apply any more pressure. Couldn't say 'decide now, or else'. Now she couldn't stop whatever was going to happen. It was out of her hands.

Deep in Gabby's subconscious, the question she couldn't answer repeated over and over.

Do you want...
to be...
Yes.
Don't do it.
Embarassing.
..... Right......

>>

Gabby's mind was a mess of pleasure and embarassment and inhibition. Stop. Don't do it. Dirty. Embarassing. Weird. Feels good. But something broke through. Something she couldn't deny.

You are a leather Orca.

What? When? Right now?

You are a leather Orca.

When? Forever? For the rest of my life? Right now? Before? I was born a human!

Human's don't have latex hair. Leather Orca's do. You have latex hair. You are a leather Orca.

Wait, wait, no I know I had hands and stuff like that before.

You don't have hands. You have flippers. Hands can grasp things. Hands have pale flesh. Hands are not shaped like flippers. Hands do not move like flippers. You do not have hands. You have flippers. You chose flippers.

That's because.... I chose them?

I chose them. I wanted to have flippers. I have flippers. They are my flippers.

But I'll have to wear a diaper!

I'm wearing a diaper.

I chose....
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In rendered reality, Alia stroked Gabby's odd, latex hair. It folded back into position when she let it go. It felt nothing like normal hair. It didn't even have any strand-like quality to it.

Alia looked at her friend. She was thinking about it.

And that meant part of her still swanted it.

>> Back from the dead. I mean class.

Alia had only a flicker of an idea of what was going on in Gabby's head. She knew Gabby was conflicted. She knew she had to accept what she was or... or she would keep wanting what she wouldn't let herself have. Alia didn't know what was best for Gabby, she only knew that people should accept what they are. Because who you are never leaves you. And the feelings only get stronger if you surpress them... like she had...

Deep in a trance-like state, Gabby remembered Alia. She was stroking her hair. Her latex hair. With every moment passing, with everything she did, with everything Alia did, it just reinforced the idea she didn't want to face. She knew she had bought the suit, but deep down she had a little more than just a perverse curiosity in the suit itself. She had wanted it to be a part of her. To fuse with her. To be her. Her mind drifted and the suit's tail bared down on her, reminding of her awkward looking form. Reminding her that she looked like a toy. That she couldn't bathe herself. How she had let her friend wash her. How she had let all this happen. How she hadn't even tried to escape all that had happened. How she had let herself be changed.

She wanted this.

She had felt like it was impossible to accept...

But now...

>>

Alia looked at Gabby. Her friend was a wreck. And she had let it happen. She chided herself. She never felt guilty for pushing people over their limits. But this was different. This was her friend. She felt like she had just burnt down the Louvre with 20 people inside it. She couldn't live with herself if she hurt Gabby.
"Gabby... I... I know I've pushed you..."
Gabby had no response, except a deep, deep breath out. Like Gabby had exhaled twenty times her lung capacity.
"... And I know... that I've been embarassing you..."
Again, no response.
"But it's okay! I mean, if you want to, if this is too much too quick, we can take it off and be done with it! I swear to god, we can just take it off!"

"...Take what off?"

Alia froze. Could it...? No. Couldn't be...

"Take off the suit, I mean...."
"What suit?"
Alia blinked, inhaling sharply.
"I said, what suit?"
Alia never missed a beat.
"Well, I thought maybe you were still convinced that you were just a human in a suit, so I was just offering to...."
"I'm not a human in a suit."
Alia paused. She asked the question she already knew the answer to.
"Then what are you?"

Alia was lost in a haze of control. The white discs. The Orca's-Eyes. Now they were more than ready.

But this wouldn't just be a small affair that she'd keep to herself.

No. That would be selfish.

Soon, it would be time to share her toy.

>>

Alia began to dry Gabby off. This was what she'd been waiting for. The chance to show her friend what she really wanted. To bring her to the depths of submission and make that suit part of her mind as well. It had subdued her body, and most of her conscious self as well.
Now it was time to dig down deep. She was going to give her friend a gift she wouldn't forget.
Gabby felt much heavier on the way back in to the house. Alia reminded herself to break out the blowdryer ASAP. She passed the bed, and the box the suit came in, on the way to the bathroom.

There they were. Two white discs. The fetish-community had lots of names for them. They came in different varieties for different cases. They all did the same thing.

Gabby stared vacantly at a wall, mind wracked by pleasure and affirmation. She was finally a doll. Finally a toy. Every move she made confirmed it. She had never been anything else. Having Alia play with her, wash her, feed her, was as natural as... as her flippers. Naturally she had flippers. Flippers that couldn't grasp anything. She'd always had them. Always would have them. They were attached to her body, after all. Just like her tail.

What about her parents? Oh. Right. They gave birth to a beautiful baby doll. A beautiful doll named Gabby.

Gabby really felt like a doll, body and mind.

And with Alia's help, her soul was about to follow suit.

>>

Two plastic discs. That was what she was going to use to tattoo this experience to her friend's consciousness for the rest of her life.

Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation. TMS. A word that belonged in a lab. A word that had no place in a fetish scene.

But the labor of psychologists and the daring of some very stupid individuals had resulted in these. The Orca's-eyes.

Gabby really felt like a doll. She felt the part. Looked the part. She was convinced that she was a leather Orca doll. Now, with these little discs, Alia was going to break the boundary between "Part" and Identity. This would be far beyond convincing. This would be real. Her friend would really know what it was to be a leather Orca.

>>

"Hey Gabby, you really look like a leather Orca!"
Gabby's trance-tired face cracked a smile
"There's a question I have to ask you before we keep playing, though."
"Okay"
"Do you... Okay, uh... what sound does a leather Orca make?"
"I don't know."
"That's right. Because they don't make any sounds. Leather Orca's can't talk, and toys can't make noise."
Gabby thought about it. Of course they couldn't.
"So what I'm asking is... do you want me to make it so you can't talk? So you can really be a big leather Orca dollie?"
"Are you telling me to shut up?"
"No, silly, I'm really asking this. Do you want it so that you can't talk?"
"What're you gonna do, tape my mouth shut?"
What was she going to do? Alia smiled.
"I'll show you."

>>

Alia hesitated.
Much as she loved pushing Gabby's fantasy towards reality, she couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.
The discs contained little copper wires wound around iron cores, powered by powerful Hearing-Aid batteries. They were heavier than they looked. Electromagnets.
"Okay. I'll show you. Just... you have to promise me one thing... Just... before we do this."
"mmm okay."
"I know you're a leather Orca. Deep down you know that. And you've learned a lot about how that feels, and you're about to learn a lot more. But you have to promise me something."
"Okay. What is it?"
This could break Gabby's sub-state. But it needed to be done.
"I know you're a leather Orca. But I also know there's a part of you that's a person too."
Gabby looked up at her
"It's important. But when you're like this... when you're a leather Orca, you can just be. But if you ever think you're in danger... or if you think that you just can't do something, then I want that person-part to take over. So what I'm about to say, I'm gonna say to the human Gabby. If what happens next totally freaks you out, or you think you're gonna get hurt, just tap twice on your legs, or on the floor, or whatever. Just... please... let me know..."
"Alia, what's wrong?"
Alia's initial fervor to get these things on Gabby had been stymied. She swore to herself that she would protect Gabby. She would help
her have fun with this.
"Well, I'll put them on, turn them on, then turn them off. That should give you a good idea of what they're like"
"Uhh... okay."
"Alright. Lift your head up."

>> You got a funny way of talking, "Pierre" ~desu

The discs had some simple on-off switches on the top, and clips on the bottom served doubly to clip to either hair... or latex-like material.
"Okay, just need to line this one up... There!"
Once again, such devices couldn't be difficult to put on. They came with a little isosceles triangle. The upper tip was to line up with the spine. The points on the triangle were to be adjusted so that they lined up at a certain angle, depending on where the back-point was. A complex little ruler, but it got the job done. You placed each hairclip on each of the front-two vertices.
A psychologist would realize that the midpoint of the bottom segment would be right above Broca's area. The speech-center. Damaging it could cripple your voice for good. Alia measured 3 or 4 times just to make sure.
Lugging over a body-mirror to Gabby's nest of towels and blow-dryers, Alia placed the mirror in front of her.
"They look good on you! We could just... leave them... they make you look cute"
Gabby now had a pair of cute little hair clips that matched up very nicely with her babyish face. They were symmetrical on each side of her head. If you took a ruler to her head, you would find that they really, almost were. Alia had placed them with geometric precision.
She wasn't a professional Domme. Gabby wasn't mature. Should she really do this? This might just be the wrong thing to do. Up to now, they'd been playing and having fun, but did Gabby really want to be treated this way?
She knew she could hurt Gabby by doing this.
She would turn it on and off. Show her what it was like.
"Okay, ready? I'm really nervous."

>>

Gabby looked at her, her expression confused.
A person knows when something is wrong with their friends. When they're faking something. You can't hypnotize someone to hurt someone. And you can't be so deep in trance that you'll let someone else hurt themselves.
Gabby returned to reality.
"Alia, what's got you scared?"
Alia turned around. All this time she had been imagining the worst-case-scenario. She would damage her friend. Make her incapable of caring about others or herself. Scar her on the inside. But that had been under the assumption that Gabby was no longer making choices. That Gabby was a prisoner to this experience. A wash of emotions poured over her. She was glad her friend could discern reality from fantasy.
"I... I know I'm a leather Orca right now. And sometimes I might not be. But...."
"Yeah?"
"But I wanna try it. You don't need to be scared."
"But... Why?! You won't be able to speak!"
"I know. And I want to know what that's like. And I'll prove it to you. Put your hands in mine."
Alia joined hands with Gabby.
"O... okay. Now what? What were you going to show me? To... prove that you wanted it?"
"You don't have to turn them on. I know they scare you. I just want you to help *me* turn them on."
"But you..."
"But what? I want to see what it's like being a doll. I mean, really a doll. To move like one, talk like one, be one."
Alia's face relaxed, tired from nervousness and surprise.
"And I know you wanna see this too. Don't worry. We'll turn them off right after and I''ll tell you what it's like."
"O...Okay. I'll help you. If it's what you really want..."
Gabby grasped Alia's hand, leading them towards her artificial hair. Now it was Gabby's turn to comfort Alia.

>> I would love to be your chamber boy ~desu

"Okay, but... "
Gabby guided her friend's hands up towards the odd little devices. Alia's hands were shaking a bit. "Okay. Flip them on for a few seconds, then flip them off."
Alia closed her eyes. Please... please work.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?"
Alia flipped the switches. Gabby blinked twice.
Alia looked at her friend. "So, uhh..."
"Well, I was expecting something more... dramatic... I guess..."
Gabby said nothing in reply.
"Okay, quit playing. That's not funny."
Gabby opened her mouth... and nothing came out.
"Okay, quit that. I'm serious. That's not funny in the least. I almost had a heart attack and now you're messing with my head!"
Gabby finally realized what she meant. She couldn't show that she wasn't just not-talking.
"Alright, be that way."
Alia pranced over to the phone.
"Then I don't suppose you'll mind if I call your parents? Tell them what we're up to? Maybe send them a video!"
No response.
Gabby just smiled. Alia's disbelief weakened.

>>

Gabby made a "come here" motion with her flipper. Alia leaned down to her level on the floor.
"If you scream in my ears I'm gonna kick you in the ass."
Gabby knodded. She pointed to the strange discs on her head with a flipper.
"Okay, smartass, I'll turn them off. Though I do prefer this side of you..."
Gabby looked at her with a frown.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Alright, now tell me what it's like." Alia flipped the switch.
"Alia. Come closer."
"What's up?"
Gabby grabbed her friend in a bear-hug.
"That was amazing!"
"You were faking it."
Gabby grinded her gears.
How was she going to prove that they really worked?
"What would it take for me to prove that I couldn't talk just then?"
"Well.... I would have to not hear you talk for a long long time, like, years. But that would be bad."
Alia recognized an opportunity. She knew Gabby would never go with it, but it was worth a try.
"Or... if I had a whole party of people over playing with you and you never made a peep, that might convince me. If you're just a toy, then I can share you, right?"
Gabby just smiled.
"That's what toys are for."

>> When does this thread autosage?

They both smiled at each other. They knew what they wanted to do... The only question was how to go about it. They couldn't exactly invite the neighbors over. Or could they? They were just sharing a new toy.
A moving, leather, diapered-Orca named Gabby.
"So, uh... who do you think I should share you with?"
A difficult question. She had called Alia because she trusted her with this sort of thing.
"You said you were gonna call my parents. Send them a video of your new Orca-dollie. You gonna follow through with that?"
"Ha ha very funny."
"For some reason, I thought it sounded strangely appealing. I mean, please don't do it... All I'm saying is, thank you. I trust whatever you think we should do." Alia hugged Gabby, planting a little kiss on her forehead. "You really trust me?!" She sounded almost astounded. Gabby... trust...
"Yeah, I mean, why not? For all I care you could tell me to stand on my head in the middle of the street. Just about anything sounds fun, as long as I get to do it as an Orca." Alia froze. That was an idea. Public. People. Gabby. No, she needed to plan that one.
Gabby didn't know what she was thinking. She was just... her. She was Gabby. And Gabby felt like, and looked like, this. She was a cute latex Orca dollie that anyone could play with. You could even turn her voice on and off. "Okay, Gabby. I think we're almost ready."
Gabby beamed with pride. Of course they were. "But there's one thing I need you to come to terms with before we do this."

>> Invisible Desu

"What's that?" Alia knew She had wet herself during her sleep. But a real leather Orca didn't need to do that. She was a doll. She didn't need to worry about stuff like that.
"Have... have you been... peeing... in your...."
"The diaper?"
"Yeah."
"No, I haven't had to go since this morning."
"Okay. Here's what I want you to do."
Gabby listened. "You're going to pee in your diaper."
"I did that this morning."
"Not like that. You're gonna do it of your own volition. And you're gonna do it with the voice-things on. I wanna see if you can do it."
Gabby shivered, sending ripples throughout the suit and through her body again in turn.
She was really thinking about it.
She was really thinking "Of course I can."
She could imagine herself doing it.
She had no idea.
"Okay. I'll try it."
Or so she said.
"Relax, you're a leather Orca, it comes naturally."
In minutes, Alia was up and preparing a tasty protein-fruit shake. Watered down for Gabby, of course.
"Okay, drink up."
Gabby began to take small sips from the straw in the glass.
And Alia flipped the Eyes on.

>>

Breaking out a digital camera, Alia beckoned her friend over to a block of styrofoam. It should give her friend a bit more traction than the tile floor, and less slip than the carpet.
Alia continued noiselessly waving her friend over to the platform she had set up. Gabby layed on the carpet-floor, stomach-down, her head resting on leather appendages. She shrugged in Alia's direction.
It then became apparent to her what she was expected to do.
She was to crawl over.

The words were forming for what she wanted to say. And she tried to say them.
Only to find that she never had been able to.
She knew what words were. How to make them. How they were formed. She knew it all instinctively, without thinking. She knew how to speak, and could speak. But her mind told her otherwise.
No.
She could not. And she did not. She never could, and never would.
All those years speaking... had they ever happened? She couldn't even make a jab at her friend's antics. It seemed to her that they hadn't. The moments seemed like hours. She put one appendage in front of the other only to have it trip and fall over itself. Was she going backwards?! And each movement teased her entire body... clamped down further on her former hands, to the point she thought they might fuse together. Each movement taught her body and mind what it was... to be who she was...
And she could not speak.
She reached the styrofoam platform.
"All right, Gabby Orca. We're gonna do some poses while we wait. Time for dollie's photo shoot!" She twirled the digital camera in her hands.
Gabby could only crack an ecstatic smile.

>> Like Louie Armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit that bong and break ya off sumtPENIS

"Okay... now bend over... show your tail to the camera... now smile big... Yes! That's perfect!"
Gabby never showed off. She usually let others compliment her, and took it in stride that she could have done better.
Now she was twirling and posing, presenting and teasing to the camera. She seemed to know what to do instinctively. "You go girl! Yeah!" Her friend was cheering. Snapping photos. She was lost in a fevered dance, shifting her weight, twirling, balancing, posing anew, getting photographed. Her arms moved, changing her pose from innocent to flirtatious. And each new movement, every sensation that it brought, every moment disrupted any chance that her previous inhibitions might interrupt her ecstasy. She just WAS.
Alia stopped snapping for a moment. "Okay, sexy, wanna see how you look?"
Gabby's toothy smile suggested she might burst into a giggle-fit at any provocation. She squatted down on the floor, her weight supported slightly on the tail, and put her head in her flippers, beaming up at Alia.
Flipping through the pictures on the digital device, Gabby looked at herself, mind jumbled with pleasure and amazement. That was her. With her flippers were on her legs. Her butt... her tail... was presented towards a camera. She was smiling in every one of them. She looked happy to be posing. Genuinely glad to be able to flaunt her body in front of a camera.
"So, you like 'em?"
Gabby knodded repeatedly.
"I think you look good."
Gabby felt like she had unlimited energy. She looked good. They were both having fun, and it was because she just... was. She was fun to play with. To shoot photos of. And she loved how it felt.
She felt like she might just pass out from excitement. The pure rush of feelings was overwhelming.
And it made her thirsty.

>>

She motioned to her friend. Pointed to her tongue. Made a "drink" motion with her flippers.
"Oh! Oh of course! Why didn't you say earlier?"
Fetching a tall glass of warm tap water, she put a straw in the glass, placing it on a counter so Gabby could lean over and drink.
Gabby sipped from the glass. It felt... new. Like she was drinking with a new body. Slaking the thirst of a new mind. She drank because she was thirsty, without fear of consequence. Her body and mind requested more, and she gave willingly unto them, drinking in the wonderful liquid.
Minutes passed. Clearing their makeshift runway, Alia noticed that Gabby had laid her head down on her hands, and taken to little sips of water. She looked like she might be drifting off to sleep. She must be tired.
"That was awesome, Gabby. Where did you learn those moves?"
Gabby turned her head, barely conscious. She smiled and shrugged slightly.
Something shifted in her belly.
No...
No!...
She got up quickly, shifting her weight too quickly and landing on her face. She felt panicked, and crawled quickly over to Alia. She looked....
Alia had an idea of what was going on, and looked down at her. She was mouthing "go", or something along the lines of it.
She had to go.
And Alia was going to let her.

>>

Gabby tugged on Alia's pants-leg. No. No No No No No No No. I will not. Please... Alia...
"Gabby?"
She balled up her flippers, hitting her friend's legs.
"Gabby, calm down. Shhhh...." Alia kneeled on the floor, cradling her head and lifting up her body onto hers.
"You can do this."
She could... do this? What was that supposed to mean? She could piss herself openly? Of course she *could*, but...
"Don't worry about it. Just do it. Just be."
Gabby struggled, attempting to force the liquid sloshing around in her back up into her body. Maybe it could just stay there forever.
"You don't need to hold it in."
Of course she didn't *need* to. But could she just... let go? Voluntarily use a diaper?
"Shhh... take as long as you need."
Gabby shifted and folded her legs.
"I need you to come to terms with this. To accept what's about to happen. To know what you truly are."
Her hands were balled up into fists.
"You're a leather Orca. You don't need to worry about holding things in. I'll take care of you."
She needed to hold on.
"Think of it as.... as just being what you are. You're a leather Orca now. It's okay to do this. Now and forever, it'll be okay."
Her lips and teeth were slammed together. She was struggling. She couldn't. Just couldn't.
"You're a leather Orca. You go in a diaper. It's just a part of who you are."
Who.... she was? She wasn't a person that peed in a diaper. How could she say that? She had done just that this morning. She had peed in a diaper before. She'd done it before. Why...? Why did she do that? Why...
"Let me take care of you. Now go!"
Reacting instinctively, Gabby did as she was told. And went.

>>

Gabby was peeing in a diaper. A thought hit her that She hadn't even tried to get to the bathroom. Why... why did she deny these things? Things she knew... were right... Gabby's urinating gave the diaper a damp weight to it. That was her pee, in her diaper. She had wet her diaper. And that was... okay?
"See? Orca Dollies don't have to worry about that."
Of... course... Gabby was still struggling with the idea. She could do that... any time? And it was okay?
"It's okay. It's part of who you are. Don't fight it. You don't even need to think about it."
Of course. Leather Orca's didn't need to thin about things like that. She didn't need to think about things like that. She could just let go. Like she had this morning. Like she just did.
"You don't have to worry about messing yourself. You don't have to worry about a thing."
She... didn't have to worry. She didn't have to worry about it. She... she could just be. She was taken care of. Her diaper would take care of it. It wasn't something she even needed to think about, much less worry about. She let the last few drop of urine flow freely.
"Good girl. I'll help you get cleaned up. Come on, up and at 'em."
In a submissive stupor, Gabby allowed Alia to drag her to be washed once more. She had not been able to speak this whole time, but... it started to feel... natural...
All of it.

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All of it began to feel natural
Messing her diaper. Her diaper. Posing. Teasing and Flirting in front of a camera. Her skin. Her flippers. Her tail.
The water once again flowed in between the skin and diaper, washing away the mess she had made. She daydreamed. She imagined her fingers fusing together. Her legs merging with her tail. Swimming with it. She imagined that the water and soap was fusing the suit to her skin. That she was becoming the suit. That the water on her hair had made it's latex texture permanent. That Alia could turn off the Eyes on her head, and she would never have to worry about talking again. She imagined that dunking her head in the pool would cause a blowhole to form on her neck. That the more Alia played with her... washed her... and the more she accepted what she was, the more her body would acquiesce. And if she was good... maybe a little blow-up hole would grow on her tummy, and she could be inflated and deflated. Like a real toy Orca...

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These thoughts were silly.
But they had already happened.
She had accepted the changes.
Already her hands had fused together into flippers.
And her hair was made of something artificial.
And she even had a tail. A tail that had weight. Her weight.......
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Afraid of what the switches would do underwater, Alia turned Gabby's disc-Eye's off. She knew the worst they would do, COULD do would be give a nasty shock. To her. But it was important that Gabby not associate them with having hurt someone.
"So Gabby, how'd you like having the Eyes on?"
No response.
A pang of fear shot through Alia.
"Gabby...? You with us?"
Gabby looked back at her friend.
Alia tried to banish her fears. No. They don't damage people anymore. They're simple devices. You turn them off, the circuit gets reconnected. Simple stuff.
Her fears only modestly abated, she turned to a more pressing matter.
Gabby still thought the Eyes were on.