[Sissification, Diapers, Brainwashing, Corruption]

“You know, I don’t know why Kemui doesn’t trust you, Esmer. You’ve done a whole lot of good!”

“Darling, he’s just sensitive. You’re much more open minded. So much more happy to help those that need it. Even if it’s something as icky and as embarrassing as…”

“T-That’s fine. That’s totally fine. It could be a lot worse, you know, ehehe.”

Two adventurers currently found themselves standing outside of a rather infamous dungeon. One that had been said to serve as the recruiting den for the Demon Lord far in the past. And because a certain monochrome-haired friend of theirs didn’t want to try and help them, due to his distrust for the witch with something soft hugging her hips, they were all alone.

The girl standing in front, and the one that actually looked equipped to fight against anything that they might encounter, was Makara Dhark. A girl who put a lot of her faith in her fist, which wasn’t exactly the best weapon against a lot of the dangers that lurked around the world. But as long as she had her armor, and a good friend at her side, she would take on anything!

The witch, whose hips were currently being hugged by a clean diaper, was named Esmer. The purple-haired woman was a master of the Magicks, using them to her advantage whenever she needed them. And she needed them a lot, because she had ulterior motives beyond just defeating those that stood in her way. Granted, it was that very same kind of motive that led her to current be diaper dependent, which was why she was grateful for easily manipulated girls like Makara. Imagine if she had to go adventuring in a dirty diaper…

“You’re ready to go down, right, Esmer?” Makara asked as she looked back to her purple-haired companion, pointing down towards the very obviously bulging diaper that reached out past her dress. “Or do we need to buy a couple extra bags so we don’t run out while we’re down there?”

“I’m as ready as I can be. If need be, I’ll figure out a way to displace the mess until we’re in the clear.” Esmer said. Really, she would just have to deal with it. But she wanted to assure the girl that they were going to be alright. Just so she performed at her best, instead of being burdened down by something as silly as a dirty diaper… Granted, Makara would look especially hot with one bulging out from under her armored skirt…

Makara nodded as she quickly sprinted down the stairs that led into the dungeon. She was going to meet the demons head on. And besides, if this was an old recruitment center, then there were probably only going to be newbies. Even after all these years!

As they entered the first room of the dungeon, they were greeted by absolutely nobody. It was completely empty. It was even a little bit dusty. Making it clear that there had barely been anybody in here for years. Just as the rumors said.

“Hmmm…” Esmer muttered as she slowly looked around the room, taking note of the strange way that the decor was placed. It was almost like everything was split in two. To her left, there was a cupboard. To her right, the same sort of cupboard. As if the entire room was mirrored… It even had a couple of mirrors hung up on the walls, adding to the strange aesthetic. “You’d think if this was a place meant for recruitment, they would at least give it proper decor.”

“Yeah, but they’re demons, aren’t they?” Makara said as she walked closer to the door leading into the next room, pulling on it slightly as she noticed it was locked. “They wouldn’t know interior decorating if it bit them in the butt. But they know their locks! Esmer, please?”

The diapered Witch giggled a little as she tapped her staff against the girl’s fist, turning it into solid stone. “It won’t break off. Go nuts.” She said, and stepped back so she wouldn’t be in range of anything that splintered off. Just in case she hadn’t cast the right spell.

The armored girl with the blonde-green hair reared her arm back and delivered a swift and strong punch straight to the other side of the door. Trying to inflict damage upon the hinges instead of worrying about the lock. And with the extra toughness from her fist, she could easily slam it straight off, resulting in the door collapsing in front of her as she grinned.

“As strong as ever. We’ll make it through here before you know it.” Esmer chimed as she walked straight past Makara, tapping her staff against the stone fist to remove the enchantment, then taking the lead as she silently started casting a spell to slowly make a map of the entire dungeon. Something to keep them on the right track…

Makara cracked her knuckles a bit to make sure that her fist worked right, before looking around one last time to make sure that she wasn’t missing anything. She would hate to end up on the receiving end of an ambush because she hadn’t checked the room.

She did manage to notice something. The slightest pink glow from one of the mirrors. And only one of them too. Strange. Maybe she should-

“Makara! If you don’t keep up, I’m sitting on you once I lose control!” Esmer’s voice echoed through the narrow hallway ahead of her. She was an impatient woman, and that probably contributed to why their monochrome friend had decided to avoid working with them…

“Coming!” Well, it was probably nothing serious, that slight pink glow. So Makara left it alone and sprinted down the corridor to try and catch up to the woman, hoping that she wouldn’t be trapped underneath another diaper. Being stuck as a bald pet was bad enough that one time, Esmer’s padded butt would just be worse.

Of course, as she ran off, she didn’t notice that a heavily powdered face made itself visible inside the mirror, a creepy giggle echoing from within the glass…

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“This place…”

Esmer muttered, after walking into yet another identical room. And just like the last one they had been in, it had three different paths forward. One on each side of the room.

It was the fifth or so room that they had entered. And each of them had been identical except for the amount of entrances. The worst part of it all was the way that they seemed to be not only mirrored down the middle, but across as well. No matter what side of the room you were in, you’d see the exact same stuff both to your left and to your right.

It was getting more than a little frustrating. Especially after they had started fighting against enemies. Enemies that were weak, yes, but they still started to deplete a bit of their resources.

Not to mention that the last few rooms had been extra… peculiar. And frustrating for Esmer in particular, because they had forced her to remember the worse parts of her body’s current condition.

“Need a change yet, Esmer?” Makara asked, panting a bit. She was sweating from head to toe, and her body was trembling. After the last big room they had gone through, which was fitted with so many mirrors that she thought she had seen a version of herself that was three times her weight, and one that was wearing a bigger diaper than the one that Esmer wore… She was left a little more winded than the woman in front of her. She was a bit weak to perverse sights like that. Mostly because she couldn’t handle thinking about the possibilities that were in her future…

Esmer shook her head. “You might’ve seen me with a messy diaper, Makara. That doesn’t mean it was actually me.” Though, she wouldn’t fault her for thinking that. She had been left completely incontinent once before, and she had only just started to recover thanks to draining a few cheeky Goddesses of everything they had. It wasn’t out of the question that she’d let a little bit slip… Though, she had made sure to empty everything out before they entered the dungeon, which was why her diaper was dry when they came in.

“Y-Yeah, right, sorry.” Makara muttered as she stood up straight, cracking her knuckles. “Think there’s a couple of invisible enemies in here too, or do you think we’ll just deal with more mirrors..?” She asked, looking around to try and see if something stood out…

As if the world wanted to play a trick on her at that exact moment, a few lights shone from up above. And dagger wielding imps, ready to carve into her armor and slice her apart, jumped do-

Or so they tried. But Esmer was aware. And cast another petrification spell, rendering all of those minions as little more than rocky sculptures embedded in the ground. She made sure not to make them too brittle, because she knew that demons could regenerate from being broken apart. And the last thing she wanted was to empower them with more rocks.

“Just keep your eyes open.” Esmer sighed, squishing her thighs together. She could feel a little bit of liquid trickling out of her bladder. Why was she getting this full? She was sure she hadn’t drunk a lot of water before the adventure, so why was this happening..? And why did she have to enjoy getting close to an accident, when she had more important things to do..?

Makara nodded and giggled a little, as she headed for the door to the left. Hopefully, they'll end up without problems this time. Though she was well aware that hoping for something like that was like hoping for a miracle to strike…

The room this time was a little longer than the others. But only because they could see a couple of strange looking girls up ahead, each of them standing perfectly still as they held an elegant dancing pose, as if they were waiting for somebody to step inside.

“Looks like we’ve got company.” Makara said as she opened the door fully, letting Esmer step inside. Before shutting the door behind the two of them as she joined her, ready to beat down a couple of pretty demons. She wasn’t going to hold back just because they were pretty!

Esmer narrowed her eyes a little as she gave those girls a few cursory looks. They were certainly pretty, yes, but she knew demons at this point. They wouldn’t wear excess makeup like this. They much preferred to just embrace their inner sensuality and go on the immediate attack, instead of waiting patiently like this. That, and they didn’t go for frills like these three did. Which meant that they had to be something feminine that wasn’t quite a proper girl…

“Ehehehe! New Recruits!” The three not-girls cried out in tandem as they twirled a bit, adjusting their frilly skirts as they reached underneath, squishing their hands into something nice and squishy and crinkly, not unlike what the witch was wearing. “Let’s teach them, let’s teach them!”

The padded Witch sighed. Yep. Sissies. Identically minded, completely obedient sissies. Boys that had fallen utterly in love with the one that turned them into these padded sissified messes, with no chance that their brains were going to return to normal any time soon.

“Stay sharp, Makara. One false move, and they might do more than just hurt you.” Esmer said as she powered up her magic by letting her hand run along her staff, hardening it and making it able to channel more of her stronger spells as a result.

“Got it-”

Before Makara had a chance to really reply, the three sissies had dashed straight at her. She only just got to defend herself before they struck, a puffy sense of giggly air pouring through her. And as she looked down, she would find that her armor had lost all of its hardness, leaving her practically defenseless despite appearances.

“SEIZE UP, TIME!” Esmer cried out as she slammed her stoned staff against the ground, petrifying time itself and leaving the sissies completely frozen. Giving her more than enough time to conjure a set of rocks right in front of where they were going.

Time resumed moments later, and all three sissies smashed against the hastily-placed traps ahead of them, leaving them to collapse with their heads throbbing from the impact. All while they kept giggling, their crinkly diapers shuffling ever slightly thanks to their permanently aroused states.

“What now?” Makara said as she tossed her armor off, letting the frilly-feeling armor fall to the ground as she was left in little more than a bodysuit. Not that it would stop her from kicking ass, she just had to be a bit more careful.

Esmer rubbed her cheek a bit as she let her thoughts drift around inside her head. “If they keep up this kind of pattern… We’re going to have to figure out a way to nullify them.” She muttered, letting the magic at the tip of her staff slowly gather. “Let’s try and see if we can’t outdo them at their own game, next time we see them.”

Just as they agreed on a strategy, they heard more giggles echoing around them. And Makara swore that she noticed something glowing from one of the mirrors, weir-

“Recruiiiits!” The in-tune voice of several sissies cried out as they all emerged from the many mirrors that were in the room, giggling as they turned towards the two adventurers that had gotten as far into the Dungeon as they had. “Recruits that still don’t look pretty, what a shame!”

Esmer grit her teeth. They were coming from the mirrors, eh? Then she had a trick up her sleeve! “Duplicate!” She cried out, slamming the magic-filled staff against her ally’s back, letting it sink in and start spreading through her to activate every part of its effect.

Makara let out a cry as she suddenly felt herself split into several girls. Each of these versions of herself was less strong than the last, but the numbers should hopefully help her. Especially since the Sissies seemed to be rather weak in terms of defense, so hopefully-

“Above youuu, silly Recruit!”

Esmer only got a moment to look above her before one of those obnoxiously frilly pink sissies suddenly fell down towards her, diapered butt first, causing her to be grounded as he landed right on her pretty little face. And in the same moment, spreading so much baby powder all around. Or at least, it looked like baby powder, but it probably wasn’t something as safe as that.

All of the Makara copies coughed in tandem as the Sissies struck all at once, slapping her bodysuit-clad bodies one by one until those started feeling a bit smoother than they probably should. And with smooth bodies like theirs, it was easy for the dust to cling to their forms...

By the time that Makara managed to figure out what was going on, and after she got all the dust-like stuff out of her face, she was greeted by an utterly empty room. And a body that had returned to normal, the spell that split her into several copies having run out at that point.

But that wasn’t the part that concerned her that much. What concerned her was the current state of her partner. “You doing okay, Esmer?” She asked, dusting herself off ever slightly as she looked back at her purple-haired padded partner, reaching out to try and help her up. Even though there was something strange about her just by looking at her…

“I hate… I haaaate Sissies..!” Esmer cried out as she got up onto her knees, dusting herself off. All while listening to her diaper crinkle harder than ever. Because unfortunately, all of the powder that had gotten on it had started to make it just as frilly and as excessively pink as the ones that the Sissies wore..!

At least she had one thing to cherish. The fact that she wasn’t covered in the same frilly clothes. The dust had managed to get rid of her erotic outfit, and her hat as well, but she was just diapered. Nothing else. Having her tits out was a humiliation she’d handle.

“Huh.” Makara said, taking note of the subtle curves that she hadn’t really focused on before. Esmer was a little chubby, wasn’t she? Was it baby fat, or something else? She didn’t quite understand, but…

“What’s so HUH, Makara!?” Esmer shouted, her emotions peaking into a frustrated state as she very nearly pushed her, before doing her best to compose herself. “You’re naked too. Don’t ‘huh’ me when you’re no better off.” She muttered, walking towards one of the next doors.

Makara blinked as she looked at herself closely. Sure enough, she was naked. And covered in that sticky powder that made her look a bit pale. Almost like those Sissies. Hrm, she needed a bath by the time all of this was over… Maybe one with Kemui to apologize for not asking him three times to help them out.

“I’m going to pay those annoying Sissies back for what they’ve done..!” Esmer cried out as she grabbed ahold of her staff, before swinging it straight through the door. Not even bothering with opening it, merely pointing it straight ahead. “GREAT PETRIFY!” She shouted, letting the magic pour through the staff and the door as she turned anything inside a cone in front of the staff to stone.

Makara walked over and kicked the door down after Esmer pulled her staff back, whistling a bit as she noticed the stoned Sissies. “You’re really scary when you’re mad, Esmer. Maybe you should work on that?” The girl asked, stepping inside as she was happy that she wasn’t on the purple-haired padded partner’s bad side. She had been before, but they had managed to become friends thanks to… Hm. Why did they end up friends again? She didn’t really remember, but it was definitely a good time. One that probably involved the witch’s boobies now that she thought harder about it…

“Of course I am. You don’t know how many I’ve dealt with after they’ve gotten on my nerves!” Esmer cried out as she proudly pounded her naked chest. “Nobody, nobody! Not a single soul in this world can handle me when I’m prepared for them and frustrated at their very exist-”

*Snip*

“Ehehehe, cute Recruits need to be ready for their new hair!”

“GREAT INFERNO!”

Esmer didn’t care about what just happened. What she cared about was the fact that another Sissy had snuck up on her. And with the reaction time of an experienced warrior, she set everything demonic around her ablaze. Which just happened to be the Sissy hanging from the mirror above her. And she was more than happy to hear the body collapsing onto the ground below, totally fried after she unleashed her fiery magic to incinerate every little inch of his annoying body.

Makara blinked a couple of times. All while conveniently not listening to the snipping sound above her, nor the giggle because the sight of what just happened was a bit too much for her to process. “Esmer?” She asked, not sure how she was going to make her understand what had happened.

“Please. Makara.” Esmer muttered as she slowly ran her hand along her face. She was way beyond frustrated at this point. Things genuinely couldn’t get any worse. She was sure of it. How were things going to get worse after she lost her clothes, and some Sissy tried to assault her again? “Just say it. What happened?” And yet she decided to tempt fate.

Makara’s answer to that question was not to say it. But instead, she just simply put her hand on the other adventurer’s head, letting the flat of her hand brush up against the spotless dome that sat atop of the former purple-haired padded partner’s head. “That Sissy snipped it all off.”

Esmer felt a pleasurable twitch pour through her as Makara’s hand made contact with her naked scalp, and she was on the verge of breaking down into more anger right then and there. But she’d be wasting her breath. She had much more to still focus on. Getting angry at her partner, who had just done what she could… There was no point in that. Especially since they still had to make it all the way out of this forsaken Dungeon.

And besides. She didn’t want that idiot to figure out that being bald like this, being touched when her scalp was completely bare and the fingers could practically touch her brain… She didn’t want her to find out that it was one of her many disgustingly overpowering fetishes. So she just let her poke around for a bit, doing her very best to suppress that sensation running through her.

“I’ll just have to kill another one when I see them.” Esmer muttered as the other girl finally stopped touching her, before she returned the favor. “Especially since they managed to get you too!” She shouted, the frustration pouring through her. Partly from the Sissies. And partly because she was getting dangerously low on willpower to keep herself from making a mess down below.

As the air was filled with crinkling from the padded witch’s diaper, the crinkling was swiftly accompanied by a stream of moans leaking from Makara’s lips. She was unable to really stop herself from moaning as she was unused to the sensation running through her. A sensation that would leave anybody trembling and incapacitated before long. And here she was, barely able to stay standing after having her friend play with her scalp.

“S-Stop, Esmerrr!” Makara cried out, only to suddenly stop jittering, quietly panting as a trail of sticky clear liquid started to run down the side of her thigh. She had immodestly orgasmed after having her head played with like that…

Esmer sighed as she pulled away, rubbing her hands together. “Sorry, Makara. I needed that.” She muttered. She really did. Beyond the Sissies and her current bladder situation, she was forced to deal with the fact that she was incredibly pent up. And making the girl cum was enough for her to regain control of her own arousal, leaving the two standing across from one another with their pussies absolutely soaked. Though at least the witch had something to soak up her juices and keep her from making too great a mess on the floor below.

Makara let out a deep sigh as she recovered from the brief afterglow. “L-Let’s just… Let’s just… Keep going. The less time we dwell… The quicker we’ll make it out…” She muttered. Not wanting to worry about the strange sensations that she felt in her heart when her scalp was being molested.

Esmer nodded as the two continued onward. Ready for anything that the Sissies might plan. No matter what, they weren’t going to be caught off guard again..!

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“Ehehe, cute Recruits need to be pressed down!”

They had made it far. Too far to go back now. But the two had been whittled down. And they paid for it, as two Sissies managed to pop out from the mirrors they were leaving their backs open to. All because they just wanted a moment to breathe…

“DamNIIIIT-” Esmer cried out before she let out a powerful moan, all thanks to a powerful powdered press smashing against her chest. It quickly worked its magic, the Sissy keeping a good grip on it pressing her titties as far into her chest as they could possibly go. And once they were nice and flat, he pulled back to reveal an utter lack of anything round on that cute witchy chest.

Her diaper served as a nice defense against these Sissies. But unfortunately, they weren’t very useful when the Sissies had other plans in mind for what was underneath them. Leading a pair of them to stick their flat hands under the waistband, before pushing those flat hands up against both holes down below. A bit of pushing later, and they pulled their hands back. And the witch could immediately feel the way that she had gotten sealed off. Both her holes refusing to obey her contracting commands… As if they weren’t there.

Makara wasn’t in a much better shape after being assaulted by these annoying Sissies. Because the second she tried to strike one of them, two managed to pin her down and keep her head pressed against the ground using their elegant yet naked feet. And the other two feet were resting on her boobies, their flat soles pushing those nice mounds down until they were just as flat as the soles themselves.

“Recruits have to be nice and flat, ehehehe!” The Sissies that had pinned the fist-happy girl down cried out in tandem as they turned their attention on her other holes. They stepped off her face and stepped down at the same time on her pussy, shutting it off with their Sissy powers, only to then flip her around and nearly kick her in the other hole as they shut that off as well. Leaving both of them utterly smooth and round in the spots they really needed relief sooner rather than later.

Before the two adventurers, who had fought so many of their allies and killed plenty of them on the way here, got up and tried to stop them and restore themselves by using their hands and feet… The Sissies had disappeared through the mirrors they inhabited, leaving the two high and dry as they had to deal with their new sealed-off predicaments…

“What’s with these Sissies..?” Makara muttered as she slowly got up, blushing as she now looked at herself. How was she supposed to deal with a completely flat chest, much less everything else being sealed off? At least she hadn’t lost the ability to speak… Though she wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse at this point.

Esmer grumbled and panted and let out so many frustrated unspeakable noises that it was impressive that she hadn’t completely lost herself to her anger at this point. “I’m going to kill them. I’m going to kill them all.” The bald padded partner muttered as she slowly but surely felt all of the frustration welling up inside her hands. She was going to enter the next room, the lair of the Demon that served as the head of this annoying Dungeon, and INCINERATE THEM FROM THE INSIDE OF THEIR BONES!

Makara blinked as she didn’t get a chance to stop her fellow baldy from storming into the next room. Whether or not it was a good or a bad idea to head straight inside. Instead of trying to stop her, she just ran in after her, hoping that she could back her up when things came to shove.

“SHOW YOURSELF, DEMON! SHOW YOURSELF SO I CAN BURN YOU AND ALL OF THE SISSIES YOU COMMAND!” Esmer shouted as she entered the final chamber, her staff having turned into pure flames at this point. She was either going to turn the annoying Demon into a bunch of rocks that she could shatter to a subatomic level and never worry about that Demon every again… Or she was going to burn him to the same point so he couldn’t regenerate. Either way, she was furious. And it wasn’t just because of the humiliation.

It was also because her bladder was on the verge of bursting, and now she had no outlet. Because a certain SOMEBODY decided to block her urethra as well as her pussy, leaving her completely dry when she wanted to be anything BUT dry this one time! THE ONE TIME SHE WANTED TO PEE IN HER DIAPER THIS ENTIRE TRIP, AND SHE JUST HAD TO BE SHUT OFF. WHAT A CRUEL JOKE!

“Ehehehehe. That’s an awfully angry girl coming into my lair.” A cheeky voice echoed all around the angry bald witch, coming from the mirrors that decorated every little inch of the final room. There was no single bit of the room that wasn’t covered in a mirror. Whether it was the frames themselves, or the reflective glass.

Makara looked around to try and spot the one who was talking to them, but all of the mirrors were identical. Just like when they made it this far, they weren’t able to see the Sissies ahead of time. Leaving them in this completely nullified state that made them look like skinned drones. “Come out! I’ve got a fist here with your name on it!”

“How rude, how rude. But how cute too. A padded witch, and a girl with fists. You’ll make such cute Sissies, once I’m done recruiting you two girls!”

With that, a single boy stepped out of one of the mirrors. All at once. Leaving the two completely and utterly surrounded by a bunch of the same boy, each of them giggling with their powdered faces that made them all look so regal and yet so astonishingly punchable at the very same time.

The boy was the leader of the Sissies. Something that was easy to guess considering the massive diaper around his waist that was covered in even more frills than the ones that decorated the diapers around his minions. Combine that with an elegant yet not at all cumbersome dress that reached down to his ankles, and an open cleavage window that exposed tits that looked way too fake to be real. Because unlike his Sissies, he embraced the feminine facade that he put on.

Something that was emphasized with his poodle-like hairdo, which was so obnoxiously pink that it was almost blinding. Combine that with the fact that there were so many of him and it was almost impossible to see anything. Especially after the light reflected off their shiny hairdos and onto the equally shiny bald domes on the two adventurers’ heads, causing the light to just keep bouncing all around. They were completely and utterly left incapacitated, no matter how weak and pompous the head Sissy looked at the onset. They were at a massive disadvantage inside this mirror-filled room..!

The powdered Sissy giggled as he bowed down a bit. “Powder, Demon Recruiter, at your service.” He said, the wig on his head sliding down slightly before he pushed it back up. “And you two look ready to be recruited too. My Sissies have done such a good job of getting you ready, I should reward them all once we’re done. Maybe introduce you two to them!”

“I’LL SEE YOU BURNING BEFORE THAT HAPPENS!” Esmer shouted as she let the flames on her staff sink into her body, screaming as she set herself ablaze and let the flames spread all across the room. All so she could incinerate the Sissy and make sure that he would never trouble her again after all this annoying nonsense!

While she was busy turning herself into a living blowtorch, Makara just kept her arms up. Hoping that she could endure whatever the Demon had planned for her. Surely he wouldn’t be able to endure such an attack that burned everything to a crisp. He wouldn’t be able to sneak behind the witch and-

“There we go. Such a nice little wig for a cutie like you.”

Makara could just barely curse herself for tempting fate as she felt something sinking onto her scalp. And in that moment, as it slowly snuggled onto her head and got nice and comfy, she felt something pulsing through her mind…

It was like she was being cracked out of her shell. And the pliable yolk inside the egg, her soul, was being dug into by the wig. Making it part of her, as her soul was being stained the same obnoxiously bright pink. All while she slowly started to giggle…

Powder giggled as he watched that silly witch continue to burn herself to a crisp to try and deal with his overly perfect clones. Sure, they weren’t going to last long, but they would distract her. Honestly, why hadn’t they just tried to break his mirrors? They would’ve been done with all of this so much earlier if they had gone through the trouble of disabling the portals that his Sissies used.

No matter. With the silly girl in front of him sufficiently pinked thanks to her poodle-like wig, it was easy for him to pull her into his mirror, so that he could put all the finishing touches on her body and make her an adorable Sissy that would obey every single one of his orders, just like the other padded cuties that roamed the dungeon.

Makara didn’t really know what was going on as she sank into the mirror. All that she knew was that she really liked the feeling of the wig on her head. It was playing around with her scalp, teasing her and making her feel all sorts of nice pleasure-like sensations…

Of course, the Mirror only accepted Sissies. and while her soul was as nice as it should be, there were a few tweaks that still needed to be done before she was fit for her role. Just like the powdered boy by her side.

The mirror compressed itself onto her body. And slowly but surely, it pulled away. First, it focused on her chest. Pumping in and out as it tried to make something stick onto her flat chest. Something that was bigger than her breasts were before. Bigger. Heavier. And yet firmer, to avoid ever sagging like her breasts eventually would.

Once she became aware of what was happening, she couldn’t stop staring. At the massive fake tits that now hung off her chest. They didn’t jiggle like normal breasts. They just jumped. Up and down, when she tried to make them jiggle. But that solid mass that they had… It was more appealing, for some reason?

Maybe it was the way that they stimulated her compressed breasts. It was like her scalp up above. The breasts were teasing her in just the right way. Making her crave more time with them. Like she wanted to dig her hands into their hard forms and make them gyrate up and down so they teased her more and more.

Makara’s attention was brought away from her enormous fake tits as she was forced to look beyond them. Specifically, down at her flat crotch. Because the mirror was trying to push something else onto her, just like it had done to her breasts.

This time, it was easy to see what it was. It was a big fake cock. Not even a dildo that had some sense of softness to it. It was like one big sculpt that was just being rammed onto her crotch, ready to be smashed into somebody’s hole. Or into the softly padded butt of a Sissy, to grind up against it and drive both her and the Sissy to a climax.

Unlike her breasts, however, she felt as if this was the genuine article. She could rub her hands up against that shaft… And she felt pleasure beyond it all, as well as a bit of strange precum-like stuff pouring out of the urethra. Leaving her on the verge of playing with herself to make her cum, just like the Sissies that they had met in the start of the Dungeon, who loved to play with themselves…

But she wasn’t allowed to touch. Not for long. Because as soon as it finished forming, the mirror contracted around her once more, constricting her for a brief moment before pulling back. And once it had pulled back, she couldn’t feel her cock. At least, not with her hands.

Why was that? Simple. She was dressed in the same sort of frilly outfit as all the other Sissies. Though hers was a bit closer in style to Powder’s, because hers had a cute cutout near the chest that allowed her tits to be on full display…

Or shouldn’t that be his? He was a Sissy, after all. A powdery, frilly Sissy with a big cock hidden underneath all of that frilly stuff. Ahhh… He was so pretty. So nice. So smooth. He wanted to play more with himself, but he knew that he had something to do. The wig on his head gave him all sorts of cute commands that he had to follow.

Like convert his friend into a Sissy too! That’s what he had to do! And one look at Powder, his dear Master and Leader, told him that he had to listen to those orders. So what else could he do but follow them?

“Haaaah…” Esmer muttered, her skin completely charred thanks to how much she had burned. But she was satisfied. Every single one of those powdered and annoyingly pink and shiny Sissies had disappeared. She had burned all of the demon’s selves to a crisp. Leaving her with a completely soot-covered diaper, and a bunch of flattened important bits on her body. Leaving her… unsatisfied. Regardless of what she had managed to accomplish.

She took a moment to sit down on her padded posterior. Hoping that things would turn around. They were done fighting against some annoying Demon, and that hopefully meant that they could just teleport out of here using his essence. She just needed to concentrate a bit, aNNNNDDDD-

Her mind went blank as she felt something sinking into her scalp. Something that reached all across her bald head and sank as far down into her as it possibly could. Wrapping around her purple, despicable soul, and giving it the same sort of pink hue as every other Sissy’s soul. Making quick work of any of her detestable thoughts, all while her diaper crinkled softly in response to her quickly dwindling individuality.

“Ehehehe! Esmie’s so cute like this!” Makara giggled as he pushed his fake tits up against his naked soot-covered friend’s back, enjoying the sensation of putting a Wig on her head. It was really fun seeing all of that black stuff quickly get shedded off her body and replaced with a nice sticky layer of white powder. Making her look just as nice and white as every other Sissy, maybe even whiter than Makara was!

Esmer tried to fight back against the influence of her new wig. But the poodle hair was too much for her. Especially since she had just burned herself to the point where she was running on fumes. She couldn’t do anything except for just accept what was happening. Especially since it made her feel super good, especially when the wig wriggled around on her scalp, aahhhnnn…

Much like what had happened to Makara, Esmer would get her body enhanced in an artificial manner. But instead of how it had been the mirror pushing everything on like before, this time Makara had to do most of the work. And since his body was basically covered in that nice powder that helped Sissies like him get used to their new forms…

He just grabbed a bunch of it, scooped it off his form… And then he slapped it against her chest, using the stuff to form two enormous breasts that were like, twice the size of Esmie’s old boobies. So big that she would probably need something for her back if they had the same sort of weight and sag to them. But these were made of powder. Genuine Sissy Powder! They weren’t going to sag, no matter how heavy they were!

Esmer let out more and more moans as she felt the fake powder breasts sink into her body, teasing away at her true chest. And it only got worse as she felt a certain somebody’s hands sink into the waistband of her diaper, playing with her nullified crotch as something quickly started to take the place of that flat surface. Something big. Throbbing. Something rigid, that had a hole where her pee could escape from…

“Now now, Sissy.” Powder chimed, as the powdered Demon Recruiter giggled and made his exit from the mirror, holding a pair of elaborate devices that seemed fit for cocks that were way smaller than the ones on the two Sissies in the making. “You can’t let that silly Witch go without her cage. She won’t understand the fun of being a Sissy without this.” He said, handing the cage over to the newly recruited Sissy to make sure that he knew what to do.

One look, and Makara’s mind put things together. And with one hand down the cute padded witch’s diaper, it was easy to slip the cage in. It was also incredibly easy to force the cage upon the cock, pushing it down more and more until it was utterly and completely compressed, all of that nice powder being forced into such a tight space until it was locked as tightly as it could be. While nestled so close to the crotch that it was impossible to remove without special magic.

Esmer cried out as she felt her brand new cock get locked away. She wanted to pee. She wanted to play with her cock. She wanted release. But all that she got was nothing but denial yet again. And yet, that very same denial.. It.. It made her blush and cry out in pure shame, her poor arousal being forced across the edge, all while she humped her hips into her diaper like the needy girl she was… No. The needy Sissy.

“Yours too.” Powder chimed as he lifted up his cute new Sissy’s dress and carefully shoved the fake cock into the incredibly tiny cage. Watching it shrink completely until it fit snugly inside that incredibly tight space, leaving Makara with an absolutely adorably caged Sissy cock. Perfect for a loyal Sissy like him.

While Makara giggled and played with his trapped sissy cock, his former friend was too busy humping away at his diaper to do anything. All that Esmer could do was hump and hump until the sheer humiliation of what he was doing got to him.

And slowly. Very slowly. The poor Sissy started to pee. He finally got the relief that he was hoping for. But it was through submission to his new state. He was rubbing one of his fake tits, panting and gasping as he pushed the palm of his hand into the front of his wet diaper, blushing like the cute Sissy that he was. All while letting giggles slip out through his lips…

His reward for this? Simple. The powder that had gathered on his diaper started to grow outward, covering him completely as it formed into an obnoxiously frilly dress. A thick dress that helped make his diaper as big as his Recruiter’s, though it would take him a long time before he filled it up as much as the Demon’s...

He had plenty of time though. He was a Sissy-in-Training! Dependent on his Master, utterly and completely. And that was all the more apparent as his weak expression melted into a giggly grin, the Sissy Switch flicked inside his head completely.

Powder giggled as he watched the poor new Sissy pee away in his diaper. He’d have to give him a change later. But first, he had to give the other Recruit one, using some of his magic powder to form one around the masturbating Sissy’s waist, snapping his hand shut inside the tight diaper in the process.

Makara let out a powerful moan as his thighs were forced apart, and his hand fell off his caged cock. But it was okay. Because he had a nice comfy diapy under his incredibly comfy Sissy dress. It was okay. So much so that he was more than happy to cum a bit into his diapy, the white stuff trickling out into the front of his thick nappy, soaking it all up as he giggled like the obedient Sissy that he was.

Slowly but surely, the two padded Sissies stood side by side. Both giggling after their recovery. Their big fake tits were on display, and so were their diapers as they held up the rim of their dresses. They were ready to be trained, having successfully been recruited. The cutesy ‘SISSY’ written in powder on their foreheads made that all too clear.

Powder giggled as he grasped both of their wet crotches. It was time to train his brand new recruits. And soon enough, have them bring him more cuties like them… After he let their cocks out of their cages for a few minutes, so they could cum the rest of their brains out.

He really did love being a Recruiter, even after all these years. Maybe he should visit the Demon Lord and bring a couple of Sissies along for entertainment, ehehehe.