Not A Baby 3
#3 of Not a Baby
I'm telling you, I'm not a baby.
Haral opened his eyes and pushed himself from the ground and sat up on the floor. He turned his head around to capture the environment around him. He saw a dark void of nothingness. He also saw a white mass with an opening slit that has the metal teeth of a zipper in it. He looked down at the physical body his brain is currently inside.
He saw he seemed to have a shiny material on him that is grey and was probably a liquid before. As Haral was moving his hand to touch his body, he decided to give the hands a vision, and saw they didn't have any fingers other than a thumb for each hand. Haral looked behind him and saw a grey, long thing just below his back that has a black point on the edge of the tail. This led Haral to see the bump in between his legs, covering the bumcheeks as well as his naughty bits. The bulge felt soft and when Haral put his hand on it, it felt crinkly. Haral was about to get up, but his hand went back to his crotch.
Haral felt through the thick padding in between his legs. Through the nappy, he felt the sensation of the softness. He felt the ecstatic-prone pleasure from the thick layers inside. And finally, he felt his own crotch. Haral tried to resist this, but couldn't.
Haral put his hand on the soft crinkly mass. He moved his hand on it thoroughly, smooth material on smooth material. He was thrashing from the horniness. Haral was so excited, to say the least, that waste ejected inside his crotch. The nappy turned a little yellow-ish, but only on the outside, the liquid inside internally unnoticeable. Haral felt like he was done, and he had an awesome feeling on his penis, but then solid waste came out of his anus as well as liquid feces, turning the pelvis brown-ish. Despite the unhygienic waste being dirty, it still provided pleasure to Haral's crotch. The comfortable sense of the waste give a good rub to the pelvis, making movements around it corresponding to movements of the body. However, Haral had enough.
Haral pulled down the soft, crinkly padding on his pelvis, but it didn't make any movements but stretch and snap back into place. Haral tried taking it off again, but it didn't work. Haral put his hand over it, and it felt like his actual crotch, minus the genitalia, of course. And minus his bum, uninterrupted smoothness taking its place. Haral grabbed his second skin, but it was bind to his real skin, crinkly rubber taking its role. He got up and moved his leg forward to investigate the white thing in front of him. He had to try to pay no attention to the thing in between his thighs, thickness drooping down and forcing his walks into waddles. Very comfortable waddles. He also had to ignore the extreme feelings on his featureless feet, and he touched the white thing, which used its arms and legs to get up and balance itself, all on it's own.
This white thing was also shiny, and had a bulging pelvis that looked like a nappy is inside. The white thing also has orange legs, feet, and a beak, as well as red rubber hanging under its beak and formed over the back of its head. The thing then opened its eyes as Haral recognised it to be the plush he rubbed over the penis he used to have days ago, and the plush he was inside just yesterday. As Haral stared at it, he saw his reflection on the smooth latex.
The reflection had 2 large ears sticking out of the sides of its head, with a long, prehensile snout protruding under his eyes, 2 bendy, rounded-out tusks near it, one on each side. Haral felt his face and had to confirm that he is elephant-like now.
"Do you like it?" asked a voice from an unidentifiable direction. Haral looked around, searching for where the voice is coming from while thinking that yes, he loved it, knowing exactly what the voice was talking about.
"Good." replied the voice, virtually reading his mind immediately. "It seems you are all ready."
Haral was confused. What exactly was he ready for?
All of a sudden, Haral found himself no longer in a void, but in a vast suspension with bars around it, like a cage with no top, a soft mattress covering every bit of the floor, apparently in a room of an even larger size. Haral was still with his living chicken plush, but he also spotted someone who was green, a lizard and looked like they also have a nappy instead of an excretory system. In fact, he saw other people everywhere, all of which seemed to have a nappy instead of a pelvis, some more messier than others, some more wet than others. This place is odd. It's like thousands of people went through the same thing Haral did somehow.
Little did he know, the chicken is actually Lenay, someone he already knew, now transformed.