Commission: Art theft.
#5 of Commission
Caroline had had a long day. Work had been shitty, her house was a mess and she just wanted to sit down and relax a bit at her computer. Pulling up Photoshop, she began drawing a bit to relax herself. The husky loved art and she herself had quite a few pieces posted up on an online gallery.
"There we go...little brush there, little pen tool over here...and done." Another piece for her site. Caroline never really bothered much over her art. People gave her some money and she'd mostly finish a while later. Sometimes she got worried her art was underappreciated due to the low amount of interested or other reasons. She wanted to post on other websites, but it like so much work. Nevertheless, she continued making her art and posting it, savouring whatever few comments came her way. Leaning back in her chair, the husky thought a bit;
"Maybe I should consider posting my stuff in other places...lord knows I could use a few commissions, and the more publicity I get, the better." New course of action in mind, Caroline started looking around for another site to put her work. She browsed for a while, until a curious website drew her eye. FurPic, with quite cute and interesting pictures, and she found it a suitable place, before putting some of her art up.
Almost instantly, she got replies:
"Thief" the first said. "Stop stealing my art!" She claimed. At first, Caroline thought it was a troll. But as the 'thief' comments continued to roll in, she started to get a little pissed off.
"I'm not stealing," she wrote, "I made all of these a long time ago. Here's a link to my website." The comments section was abuzz with new outcries of theft, and someone posted another link to the 'true' artist. Curious, Caroline clicked it.
There, her entire portfolio was there, all posted minutes after her own, her watermark replaced with a shabby imitation. 'Rachel' she was called. Angered, she looked through Rachel's files, and when she found a full-body picture, she smirked and released a fiendish cackle. Still laughing, Caroline felt the stirring of an evil idea.
"Steal from me, will you? I didn't spend countless hours of my life to have it all taken away by some bitch!" Though she had hidden it well, and had tried to live a normal life, Caroline was a witch. Before, magic had just made her life complicated; too many lost friendships, too many lies and cover-ups had made her wary of her power. But now...it was time for some payback. At first, she looked at the picture, a voodoo spell would stick, given Rachel was looking at it. Hence, she invited Rachel over for a 'business' deal, to share the commission fees if she rallied some paying customers. Quickly enough, she bit. The first thing the husky saw was her picture.
"She's pretty...too bad she had to piss me off," growled Caroline. Pulling up the stolen full-body image alongside Rachel's picture, the husky got to work. Muttering something that sounded vaguely Latin, the witch cast a spell upon the images, melding them together and binding Rachel to the art that she had stolen. It took a lot of mental effort, but soon enough Rachel was magically linked to the art she had stolen. Whatever happened to it would happen to her.
"Now the fun begins..." chuckled Caroline. She had a short conversation with the husky, but before sealing the deal, she wanted to know if Rachel was willing enough to work as her 'agent'. Thus, she asked for Rachel to plug in her cam so Caroline could see the husky over the IM, and witness her doings. With the video chat set up, Caroline could now see Rachel.
"Hello Rachel," she said, placing the cursed image alongside the IM window.
"It occurs to me that we have a problem."
"Oh?" asked Rachel. "What are you talking about? I thought this was business. I get your art out to the masses, and we split the commission money. Sounds fair to me."
"It would sound fair to a bitch like you," snarled Caroline. "I know what you've done. The watermarks don't match but everything else sure as hell does!"
"Now wait!" shouted Rachel, "I don't know what you're talking about! I'm cutting off this convo ri-" Thinking quickly, Caroline magically sealed Rachel's computer. As an afterthought, she also bound Rachel to her chair. "What the f...?" Was all the husky could bring out, before the screen showed an absence of clothes. Shortly after, just like in the picture, Rachel lost her clothes, nude.
"Hm..." The Sheppard added a diaper, not wanting to see the young bitch's cunt. "There... better."
"What the fuck is going on? What did you mmmf!"
"There there," cooed Caroline. "Baby wants her paci? Now listen. You fucked me over when you took my art. I was called a thief and no one will buy from me when they think that you did all of those pics. At first I thought that an online apology would be enough, but then you had to go and agree to our little deal. Bad move." Smiling, Caroline turned her attention to the stolen image. She moused over the brush tool, and started to 'fix' some other things. The diaper had been a nice touch, but there was so much more to do...
The husky felt the warm diaper crinkle, as a pacifier was glued to her face, forcing her to suckle on it. It felt nice, like the warm diaper, which hugged her bottom, almost begging her to let go. The Sheppard saw her enjoy this, and cackled again, planning her next move.
Rachel's diaper crinkled as she continued to struggle against the magical restraint. What had she done to deserve this! Ripping off a few pics wasn't worth this! But try as she might, the pacifier kept her arguments muffled, restraining her cries to loud muffled gibberish.
"Let's see..." said Caroline, smiling with glee. Her paw moved over the 'blue' colour. "Time to add some drool..." She slowly added tiny lines of drool on the diapered husky's muzzle, and soon, Rachel drooled. Her muzzle overflowed with spit, and strands of infantile drool shaped, accommodating the diaper JUST right. The Sheppard cackled as she continued to smear drool over the husky's face, making it run down her maw and onto her breasts. Soon, strands of drool dripped down Rachel's muzzle, matting her fur with spittle.
"What the fuck is going on?!" thought the trapped Husky. "Why am I drooling? Why am I diapered, and what the fuck is that bitch Caroline doing to me?!" She continued to struggle, but only succeeded in flicking drool over the walls and making her diaper crinkle in her seat. She was completely at Caroline's mercy. Groaning around her pacifier, the husky looked up at Caroline's face, her eyes pleading to let her go.
"Aww...is baby sad? Don't worry. I can fix that too." Laughing, the Sheppard began changing the face of the image, twisting the maw upward into an open grin. Tears started to sprout from Rachel's eyes as she felt her muzzle begin to grin of its own accord.
She felt a weird happiness in her mind as she continued to drool, wetting her fur far more than she should. The Sheppard grinned, looking at the crying baby, somewhat upset. Rachel's mind was begging for released, but the witch didn't feel for sympathy.
Caroline stared at the whimpering, drooling husky for a while, slowly remembering another reason why she had stopped using her powers...it was hard to stop once she got going, and this was too damn fun! "Baby gonna cry? I think I know what's wrong. Maybe little Rachel has an upset tummy. I can fix that." Grinning like a maniac, the Sheppard again started messing with the picture, adding a huge bulge of brown to the back of the husky's diaper.
The husky didn't know what happened. Before long, she felt like shitting, lots of it. Slowly, she filled it, gradually stuffing her crisp white diapers with brown, warm goo, which covered her bottom, making a brown blur appear on the diapers back as she was still oddly happy, drooling more and more.
Though her face was an open, drooling grin, Rachel's mind was in torment. She was shitting her diapers, and she looked like she was enjoying it! The Sheppard wanted to gag at the smell, but her face was still frozen in a perpetual look of infantile bliss. Caroline watched with glee as Rachel filled her diapers, turning them brown. Soon, the plastic sagged over the sides of her chair with the weight of her faeces. Caroline could only imagine the smell. But as she looked into Rachel's eyes and saw the torment, the Sheppard made one final decision concerning the husky's fate.
The husky was frightened, smelling death from the horrible overused diapers, wanting to gag and die, yet her body rejected. Instead, she remained still, her body shitting more and more, as it was told to. The grin and drooling made her seem empty, though not empty enough.
Rachel could only watch in horror as Caroline leaned in close to her monitor.
"Well," she whispered, "this is it Rachel. You'll never steal another piece of art ever again. You'll always be a baby, drooling and shitting your diapers. But I'm not cruel. At least, not entirely. I'm going to make sure that you enjoy your fate, even if you don't deserve it." The Sheppard slowly moved her hand back toward the stolen art one last time, moving the cursor over the eyes of the cursed husky. "This will end it. There's no going back after this. Are you ready?" Terrified, Rachel shook violently in her chair, mashing her shitty diapers into her ass as she tried desperately to escape. Drool still ran in rivulets from her slack-jawed mouth, splashing against the walls as the husky made one last attempt to break free.
The Sheppard made the eyes empty, dilated, hollow of emotion. With it, she added a hue of enjoyment, and with that, the husky followed. Slowly, her mind started to love the shitty diaper as she gave complete control to her body and instincts, shutting her mind's ability to interact off and replace it with infantile babble and steering.
"Mama..." She babbles. The Sheppard smirked and waved, getting a slow wave back, before the husky laughed loud and started to clap, being as dumb as a baby, having deep, strong bliss burrowed in her conscious mind, forcing her to love being a baby. Control over her bowels and spit didn't matter; the ability to enjoy the simplest things did.
"Goodbye, little baby," said Caroline, watching as Rachel's mind dissolved into nothingness. The husky was now a drooling, happy baby. She would always love her shitty diapers. The witch decided to change the picture just a little bit more to reflect Rachel's newfound love of messy diapers. Giggling with glee, the husky suddenly felt the urge to stick her hand into her shitty diapers.
Following her impulse, she shoved her hand into the front of her shitty diaper, rubbing the front of her slit as her infantile mind pleasured itself. Now her transformation was complete. She was now just a drooling, babbling, adult that liked to shit herself and rub the front of her messy diapers.
She looked at the fingers on the other hand and was slightly confused, before she stuck her thumb in, loving the wet drool on her digit. Shortly after, she began to press more and more fingers in, suckling on her salty hand.
Caroline continued to watch as Rachel drooled helplessly upon herself. Whatever adult mind had been in her head was long gone, and only an infantile bliss was left. Smiling, Caroline cut off the video conversation, thus severing the spell that was binding Rachel to the chair. Now free, the infantile husky crawled around her room, eyes wide open in wonder as she continued to suck upon her hand. She crawled around a bit, messy diapers drooping from her backside. She loved the warm feeling of a full diapy, and she sat back on her haunches as she let another load of warm faeces fill the back of her saggy, brown diapers. Giggling, she sat down in the filth, clapping her hands in glee. At that moment, her door opened, and her mom entered into the room.
"Honey?" she said, "What do you want for din- what?!" Rachel stared up at her mother, drool running down her face as she smiled blankly upward. She smelled terrible, and the bloated diaper on her ass hung with the weight of a heavy load. Her mother nearly fainted from the stench, but steeled herself. "What the hell happened?" She said, trying to get some bearing of the situation. Rachel couldn't answer.
Instead, she shit her diapers even more, babbling with glee as the warmth filled her with happiness. Eventually, her mother got over her initial shock. As time wore on, she tried her hand at changing Rachel's diapers and trying to take care of her overgrown baby, but the stress was too much. She had Rachel institutionalized. And so the husky sat in the institution, completely naked other than a heavily soiled diaper. Drool rolled down her chin onto her breasts, and her face was perpetually stuck in a grin of complete idiotic bliss. Her hand was stuck down the front of her diaper, constantly rubbing to pleasure herself. The crinkling of her messy diapers echoed throughout her private padded room.
Babbling, she let another warm load of shit fill her diapers. She sat there, perfectly content in her new infantile state. The messy diapers, the drooling, and the messy diaper masturbation were part of her new life. She would never steal again.