Snuggle Kin Saga

Chapter 4
Free wendy first part

Chapter Description: A girl who knows what's up!

“The one who would lose the least and have the best time doing so...”

The woman packed the eighth box and sighed, “Charles could you do the last box for mommy?” she said a little bit of a whining tone breaking through. Charles smiled as he grabbed the box, note and diaper, “Any good stories about her?” he asked looking for the name on the note. The diaper beside him was bright red.

The note read like all the others the only difference obviously was the name at the top, “Wendy” it read. Charles chuckled a bit to himself, “Ah good old Wendy hun?” this brought a bit of a smile to his mother’s face. Since the moment the girl could walk she had a passion to paint, it started with finger painting but moved onwards from there.

The woman could scarcely remember a time where she had seen the girl and didn’t have to remind herself not to touch her. The girl was always so lively and free, never content standing still unless she was painting. She was always the one causing trouble with the group of kids, rough housing and tackling the other girls. As she grew up she only seemed to get more frustrated at school work and even painting itself.

The woman remembered one day Wendy came home fuming, “What’s wrong little one?” said the woman crawling on the floor when she came by. Wendy went red in the face, “It’s so stupid! I hate my art teacher!” she said as she ran off tears down her face. It was quite clear to the woman that colouring in the lines was not something Wendy intended to do. She knew from than on that Wendy wanted to be a free spirit unbound by rules and such.

She always blamed herself a little bit, she’d always get sucked into watching the girl paint that she couldn’t not post it on the fridge, she couldn’t help it and many of the branch families couldn’t resist also interacting. she very frequently had an audience while painting. She felt that if she had been a bit more strict with what she called a masterpiece she might not of turned out that way. She frowned at that thought, no it was her free spirit that couldn’t be held in by lines.

The woman looked to her son, “Something tells me, she will lose the least, and most likely have the best time out of it...” she said a bit of a smile came to her. Charles laughed, “Trust me mother” he said tapping up the box, “They all wanted this from the very start!” he finished with a chuckle. The woman got up all the boxes now packed, “You sure you can get them to where they need to go?” she asked. Charles nodded as several women in military like clothing came into the house, “lieutenant Goodwill reporting for duty sir!” said one of them.

***

Wendy sighed, her canvas not even close to following the instructions set out by her colour theory professor, “Goddamn it!” she screamed for the fifth time that day. She punched straight through the canvas and it fell over. She remorsed at how it was much better of an expression now but she still couldn’t hand it in. She picked up the stand and grabbed another canvas.

Her roommate gurgled, still hungover from the night before, “Ow… stop with the loud noises...” she said trying to combat the pain by rubbing her temples. Her roommate, Carol was never good with controlling her self, which made her an especially bad agent for the organization that was out to kill Wendy’s family. Wendy never got the organization’s name out of her but she found the gun with the alcohol housing and slathered rounds.

She managed to get the information of where the backup was housed though, so she disarmed most of their weapons there as well. Not a single soldier knew it was her nor did they know their guns would only fire normal rounds, enough to kill a regular human, but not going to harm a snuggle kin if her family were to visit. Not that any of the snuggle kin of her family would come, as a non-snuggle kin branch she and her mother were both human.

She once again started up her painting as her roommate fell into the pained sleep she had beforehand. Wendy never like the university she was in, it felt to her that they were just making up rules for art. Rules she never really liked, colour theory and other techniques for painting. “Why couldn’t she just be herself?” she’d always think. The thought occurred to her that being a snuggle kin would end all this, back to finger painting where every expression of herself was a masterpiece.

Wendy knew that couldn’t be her life, not with the head of the family’s focus on non-snuggle kin branches. She sighed as she looked to her painting, “Not colour theory enough...” she said to herself sarcastically in a whisper. She went to her bed and sat down, tears flowing as they did every now and then. She decided to visit the potheads down a level.

Wendy never did drugs nor drank any sort of alcohol but she always seemed to fit in perfectly with those who did. The pot head twins downstairs, Mindy and Mandy often gave her some advice on how to approach things with her art. Today they seemed to be really interested in a box of some sort, “Hey guys, um listen-... Don’t touch that!” she said seeing the girls pull out the red diaper out of the box.

She dived into them and put it all in the box, “Jeez...” she said finding the note slightly torn. the two pot heads looked at her laughing a bit, “Why not diaper baby...” said mandy sucking on her joint. Wendy looked at the note ignoring the two. Two distinctly different emotions came about her. She felt the joy of finally being able to return to the life of freedom, the other of fear. She knew one: that her life was in danger with the amount of booze on campus, two: her family must be in big trouble to be sending it to her and three: she needed to get as many people back in diapers as she could by tomorrow.

She knew she needed a plan something cunning and foolproof. She knew if she put the diaper on here and now she’d be dead within seconds. She looked to Mindy, “Wish that like someone would throw like a beer included party… hey you going to wear that like, diaper baby?” she said looking to Wendy. Wendy smiled, “Mindy you’re a genius!” she said running up to the stairs.

***

Wendy came into her room around sunset, “Hey Carol!” she said. Carol was having none of it, “Oh my god loud noises need to stop!” she said putting her pillow over her head, as Wendy walked into the room. Wendy smiled, “Well do i have the snake oil for your problems!” she said, “There’s a beer included party going on at sentinel!” she said. Carol raised up out of bed like she had just seen jesus, “Oh yes that is just the thing for this hanover.” she said, unsarcastically.

Wendy smiled blocking Carol’s way, “Uh uh uh, there’s something special you need to wear!” she said holding her hands behind her back. Carol wasn’t in the mood for games, “Okay just put it on me already!” she said holding her head in pain. Wendy turned her roommate around and stuck the red piece of plastic down her pants, “That feels...” said Carol as Wendy snapped it into place.

The sun was still setting as Carol felt her hanover disapear, her sluttly garb gone in an instant replaced by a lovely dress. She looked at Wendy, angry at first but as the transformation took hold she felt happy to see her, than happy to be with family. She started to giggle, “Hey wendy!” she said giving her a hug. Wendy felt thought the dress, Carol was already messy, “Hope that made a liner...” she said rubbing Carol’s back.

Wendy looked Carol in the eye, “Alright Carol you’re part of the family now so you need to go to that party and turn everyone there!” she said. Carol looked at her scared, “B-but there’s beer!” she said. Wendy shook her head, “Nope that was a lie i told everyone!” she said as she pushed Carol to the window, “Now get out of her the less, boozed up way and make sure everyone gets turned!” she said giving the girl’s diapered rump a slap.

As Carol went down the side Wendy went through the halls, the liner in her hand. She was going to the base of whatever organization Carol used to be apart of. She placed the party close to there so it was easy enough to get back if necessary. She started by closing up one of the exits, she inserted a pole though the handle, so that the door couldn’t be opened.

She had visited the site tons of times stealthful but now she wanted to get caught. She bumped into the wall, causing two guards to come out to find the source of the noise. She scrunched up the liner in her hand as the two grabbed her. She was brought in, a woman about a foot taller than her sat at a table looking rather angry, “What were you doing around our base?” she asked.

Wendy was quite good at acting like she was stoned, “Like totally don’t know man… I like doing some weed then a dragon-” the person sighed. She got up and had the two guards sit down, “Alright you little creaton, you are to forget where- what’s that in your hand?” she asked suddenly getting glimpse of the liner. Wendy started to get a big scared, she wasn’t snuggle kin yet and the sun was only just going down, “Woah dude like what is this place?” she responded

The woman was clearly tired and glared angrily at the woman, “This is the sociomarx operations base gamma...” she said looking towards the girl’s hand again, “Now what is in your hand!” she barked. Wendy grimaced as she looked towards the window, It had a complete shutter, “O-oh you want to see what’s in my hand?” she said dropping the act. She forced it down the woman’s pants and ran for the shutter and pulled it down.

The women of the base were confused as they grabbed the girl again, “What the hell are you-” they started to say as they looked to their captain. The woman looked more scared then Wendy thought possible as her pants started to shift and her shirt started to morph. Underneath the liner started to bulge, the red plastic bit forming over it as her military shirt became a short pink one with spaghetti straps.

She felt her skin became sensitive as she peed herself, she moaned at the pleasure, sad that they had wooden floors and not the soft tickly carpet. A pacifier crept up into her mouth from a ribbon connected to the shirt and she started to suck softly. The woman relished in the pleasure of a simple wetting as the others went for their guns, Wendy took this time to break free and hug the woman, who was shaking thinking the guns were still slathered with alcohol.

Wendy hadn’t gone to the bathroom since this started, she didn’t dare go to the potty over her diapers, her clothes went up in a puff of white fluff as she was left in an orange sun dress and her own red diapers. She pulled the woman down to the floor where a pink blanket appeared, snuggling her with reckless abandon, feeling the gentle skin on skin contact. She moaned as she peed herself for the first time since third grade and it felt wonderful.

The women started to open fire as Wendy curved her legs around the woman and pushed. She felt overpowered by the pleasure she was feeling as the first shot flew towards her eye. The bullet hit her right in the iris but instead of it going through her head it simply spun around on her lense. She giggled, the feeling of pleasure still coursing through her veins. The woman shot many rounds all confused as the bullets spun on top of their skin than dropped.

Wendy sighed, she could finally just fingerpaint again, and not only that people would think it was amazing she looked the woman in the eyes, she was also in a bit of a blissful state. They both sucked their pacifiers as some of the woman tried to escape through the other exit. They got up and looked at eachother, “Time to join the family!” they said in unison.

The captain grabbed her right hand woman who was recoiling from the table, while Wendy grabbed two women both kneeling to shoot. Two more blankets appeared as they fell, one blue one purple. One of the officers tried to run past to the other exit but was grabbed by the captain. The blanket expanded out so she wasn’t hurt but she already felt her skin becomeing sensitive.

The two women who stood to shoot watched in horror with their exit blocked off. The woman who was caught was moaning about peeing her new huggies her transformation quick. The two kneeling girls soon found the thought of sharing pacifiers the most romantic thing they could think of. The captain stroked the right hand woman’s hair, “Oh darling don’t resist! I know you’ve only thought about killing snuggle kin but trust me being part of the family is so much better!”, “I’ll never join you!” she shouted in response. Even as she protested she knew her military uniform was a short toddler’s dress and her need to poop was rising faster than it ever did before.

The two sharing their pacifiers looked down to see matching pampers cruisers and giggled. As the base’s love-y dove-y couple they agreed on everything, one thing was that pampers cruisers were the most dignified diapers. Wendy got off them as they snuggled each other tight as they popped their newly beloved diapers.

Wendy walked up to the last two as they tried their best to hit her with their bullets and the blunt of their guns, nothing worked to repel this snuggle kin. The two tried to break the door before she got to them but as they turned around she grabbed one and pulled her down. She ended up sitting behind her target as she landed on the blanket, this one red just like her diaper, “Hee hee!” she giggled knowing that the smaller girl couldn’t break the door down without the girl now on her side.

Wendy giggled the woman already in a short shirt and luvs diaper tried to struggle, “Now now you’re already diapered what’s the point in resisting?” she said effortlessly holding the girl back. The smaller girl decided to make a run for the other exit. she ran as fast she she could dodging all the hands flying out at her until she came up the the slant growth of her captain’s blanket and the girl who ran and was caught raised her head catching the woman in the middle of her jump over her.

The right hand woman gasped in pleasure as she finally pooped herself letting the captain join in on the final catch, “Oh dear you were always such a big baby already!” she said snuggling her face while the first caught woman snuggled up her shirt. This girl felt her skin become sensitive, knowing her fate was sealed she resisted a little while longer thinking of a dignified diaper. She looked up to see the captain’s reusable model, that was originally meant for Wendy, and sighed.

Wendy giggled seeing another girl with her diapers. she moved to the shutter and opened it, they all felt their short dresses and shirts become long dresses and than back as the sun fully set leaving them in darkness. The girls of the base all moved around to the captain and snuggled each other. Wendy giggled, “Bet that’s much better than using a bang bang to hurt snuggle kin!” they all smiled behind their pacifiers.

***

Outside Carol watched the sun go down, awaiting her transformation so she could turn all these people. many were wandering around in a crowd, “Where’s the beer?” shouted one, “Is this some sort of scam?” said another. there was just a little bit of sunlight creeping over the horizon, Carol walked into the center of the mob, brushing up against many other girls. The sun finally set and her dress shortened revealing her soiled diaper to everyone.

A small circle formed around her, “Oh my god that girl’s wearing a diaper!” yelled Mindy. The crowd went into an onslaught of jokes and puns, none of which were really smart ones, as she stood there sucking her pacifier. Carol didn’t cry though she was smiling behind her pacifier, trying to stop herself from giggling.

A few minutes thought the torment a girl shouted something that wasn’t offensive, “Hey why does my skin feel all funny?” she said. Another girl piped in, “And wasn’t i wearing a more revealing shirt?” they all seemed to be confused as one girl dropped to the ground and a blanket appeared, Her pants melted away leaving her in just a pampers and sundress, “Hun?” she said as she felt her self pee. Carol giggled as some started to show their diapers, “What the poopy?” shouted one, “I’m going poopy!” shouted another as they all ran in different directions, the constant bumping was even more potent than a good old fashioned snuggle.

The entire crowd panicked as some gave into the pleasures, Even as some ran they felt diapers appear. Many felt like returning after their diapers appeared. Some stopped as they felt the grass tickle their bare feet. Some were grabbed by those on blankets and dragged down to speed up both transformations. Carol grabbed a girl near the center of the panic that didn’t even have her diaper yet and fell back onto a blanket, “Tee hee don’t resist!” The girl was in diapers within seconds. There was moans of pleasure and giggling all around.

Wendy walked out of the base, her new friends and her holding hand to see a large crowd of snuggle kin sitting on the ground looking at the starts and suckling their pacifiers, some in huggies others in pampers a few in luvs fewer in cloth diapers and one in trainers. Wendy found Carol who was getting a change, “Hey Wendy! we did it!” she said happy and giddy. Wendy sat down gesturing over her last catch to change her, “Yep...” she said as both their bums were cleaned...