[ABDL, TFTG, Giantess, Race Change]

"Okay. I have a couple of questions."

"All ears, boy."

"If it's about where we are, your question is as good as mine."

"Shit. Alright, next question."

"Michelle. She's Airi. You?"

"...John. How do you know what I wanted to ask?"

"I already asked those same questions, John-san."

Three incredibly different individuals were stuck in a situation that could best be described as absolutely absurd. They had each awoken to find themselves inside a nursery that made them all look like they were the size of dolls that you'd play with in a doll house, and there didn't seem to be a proper explaination for how or why they had ended up this way.

The latest of the three to arrive was named John. He was a young student that had his eyes set on a teaching role. While he wasn't exactly the paternal type, he just wanted to see the youth of tomorrow have an easier time growing up than he had. And if that meant that he'd end up a secondary parental figure in the process, then that was just how it was going to be.

The 'wisest' of the three and the one that had been there the longest was named Michelle. She had been an expecting black mother, but after certain incidents she was left all alone and without the tiniest sunshine in her life. It left her a bit sour, but not enough to show aggression towards those that were luckier than her in life. She preferred to keep her suffering bottled up inside.

Finally, there was Airi. A Japanese-American whose parents had immigrated before she was born. And it meant that she was seen as a bit of a curious sight among her fellows as she grew up. But their kind upbringing and tender love meant that she grew up to be an equally tender soul, as she showed respect to both of the two that had ended up in this situation alongside her.

"So, did we piss some sort of god off?" John asked as he looked at the two ladies. "Or did we get abducted by aliens? There has to be some sort of weird explaination for this. It can't just be... Y'know, something that just happens. Because I've never met you two in my life. At least I don't think so, you both don't look familiar."

"If I knew the answer, I'd be telling you." Michelle said as she slowly stretched. "Whatever's the case, we've just gotta wait to see what'll happen. We wouldn't end up in a nursery without caretakers, right?" She said, before pausing a bit and scratching the back of her neck. She could be very wrong, now that she thought about it. Just like what had happened to her brother when they grew up.

Airi just quietly put her hands together and closed her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, if she poured her sould into a prayer... They'd wake up back in their respective beds and this would all be some sort of weird dream that they managed to share.

Fortunately, they would all get an answer to what exactly had happened as the ground underneath them started to rumble. Upon looking up, they realized that the rumbling was coming from the lone door that led into the nursery, and though they were tempted to run for some sort of cover, they'd at least find out who had authority over this place.

They just weren't prepared for what they saw. The door opened, and three women stepped in, each of them just as absurd as the last. A dusky-skinned arabic woman, a darker-skinned black woman not unlike Michelle, and a white lady with long blonde hair. While they looked like normal people if you were to just look at them, the fact that they practically towered over the three young individuals was enough to strike a sense of fear into the three without them doing much else.

But that wasn't the part that made them absurd. Giantesses were one thing, but the thing wrapped around their waists was something else entirely. Something plush that evoked the same kind of infantility as the nursery itself. Because as it turned out, all three of those giantesses were wearing big diapers that spread their legs so far apart that they were practically waddling instead of walking, not that it bothered them too much.

At the same time, as the three focused on the only white woman out of the three, they were each able to spot the very visible bulge in the front of her diaper. Because she wasn't just a woman. No, she probably had a cock not unlike John's own. She was some sort of... Futanari, as Airi would call it. Whether she had both sets down inside that diaper or not, none of them actually wanted to find out.

"Awwww, they're all here." The arabic giantess giggled as she kneeled down and waved at the teeny tiny doll-sized humans. "Did you sleep well? I'm sorry we had to pull you in so suddenly, but we really have to start the cycle all over again."

"You're not giving them any context, y'know?" The black woman said, gently slapping her fellow diapered giantess on the back. "You three, you'll be the cutest babies ever. Just like us. But you've got a long way to go, and before we all disappear... Well, we'll take care of you. Doesn't that sound nice?"

The white futanari gently tugged on her black friend's ear. "We were once like you, you know? But you'll be like us. Don't worry, it won't hurt. It'll be lots of fun, in fact." She chimed, kneeling down as far as she could to get a closer look at them, before giggling a bit. "You mind if I take the black girl?"

"Y-You can't just pick me out like that!" Michelle shouted up at the giantess, only to be swept off her feet as that's exactly what happened. She was taken into the palms of the big white futanari woman, and carefully carried over to one of the changing tables in the room.

The black giantess rolled her eyes a bit as she lowered her hand towards Airi. "Climb on, sugar. Momma's not going to bite as long as you don't bite." She said, and the gentle-hearted girl did as she was told, obediently climbing onto the palm of her hand before being lifted towards one of the other changing tables.

John was rather shook at all of this and how quickly things turned from confusing into terrifying, as he tried to run away. But no, the arabic giantess was much faster than he was due to the size difference, and thus he was plucked off the floor and taken off to the final changing table, no chance at all for him to escape.

Once all three of them were laid down on their respective changing tables, the diapered women did their best to strip them completely bare. It didn't matter what kind of clothes they wore, John, Michelle and Airi would be stripped down until everything was on display. Because they had something else that they needed to wear. Something nice and big and crinkly, just like the enormous pillow-like diapers around the waists of their 'Momma's.

Diapers. That, despite being proportional for people like them and thus barely the size of the big ladies' nails, seemed to be just as obnoxiously thick. There was no way that any of them were going to walk by the time they were forced to wear them. And forced is exactly what they were, because there was no way that they could stop them from putting their legs straight into the diapers. They didn't even bother properly securing them, because they were actually a bit too small for the diapers at that very moment.

John sighed as he looked down at himself, all while his new arabic 'Momma' giggled at the sight of him. Sure, he was kind of cute... In an incredibly demented way. But at least this was the only thing he had to endure, right? Being babied by a giantess..?

At least, that was before he noticed something rather disturbing printed on the front of his diaper. Namely the same woman that was currently busy babying him. And it wasn't hard to guess, especially since he could hear Michelle screaming from the other end of the room, that it was the same for the others. What did this mean, exactly?

Airi looked up at her black-skinned Momma and slowly shivered. She didn't understand what it meant to have Momma on her crotch. What was going to happen to her..? Well, she was worrying, but the longer she squirmed around in her diapy, and the longer she looked at Momma, the more of her worries slowly but surely slid their way out of her head...

Michelle panted and whined as she just looked up at her Momma looking down at her. And she felt a really big pressure in her crotch. It wasn't nice. It was making her diapy all sorts of cramped. And it was already kind of cramped because it felt like she properly filled it out...

None of the three 'abducted' individuals realized that their new diapers were making them fit their roles. Whether it was the blonde futanari that was emblazoned on Michelle's diaper, the cute black lady on Airi's, or the arabic lady on John's. That was what they were going to end up like, once they started growing up again. And the diapers were going to facilitate that.

The first thing that changed between the three of them was the pigment of their skin. John's skin turned nice and dusky like the arabic Momma that was hovering over him, while Michelle lost the darker parts of her skin as she quickly whitened up to match her Momma, and Airi's own skin started to darken even further than it had due to her heritage. By the time that they noticed that something was wrong, their races now matched the ladies that were printed on their diapers.

But that wasn't all. They were growing. Not just to the point where they actually fit their diapers, but they were growing bigger and bigger. The changing tables underneath them started to creak and whine as they became bigger and bigger. And there was no end in sight for their growth. They would keep growing until they were the size of babies, until they were... Their Momma's little sweet padded babies.

As they each grew, while Airi was lucky enough to avoid being changed too dramatically thanks to being the same biological sex as her Momma, John and Michelle were forced to accept the changes to their sex. Whether it was the poor boy's little willy shrinking so much that the thing started to push into him as it turned into an untouched feminine slit turning him into a cute little girl who needed her equally cute padded Momma, or Michelle's clit thickening and lengthening until it started to bulge out her diapy just like her Momma's own rod, making her a natural futanari just like her...

The last touch for their respective transformations was the way that their bodies started to shrink. Because while their minds were now wholly dependant on their Mommas, evident by the way that they each reached for them without even thinking about it... Their proportions were all off. Their arms and their legs shrunk, and their torsos all started to thicken out as they shrunk. By the time that their Mommas started to lift them up into their respective arms, they all looked like giant toddlers. The perfect match for their giant Mommas. Not just because they were giant, but because they looked like adorable tiny versions of themselves.

The Mommas giggled as they let their newly converted babies suckle on their nipples. Letting them suckle out the milk that they needed to grow strong. And eventually, those babies would take their place. And it'd be their turn to take care of the ones they wanted to turn into babyish duplicates of themselves. What would happen to them? They didn't really think about it. All that mattered to them was that they had some time to enjoy their new maternity... And to see those babies grow nice and big, just like them.

They'd be sure to imprint their love for diapers too, so they could keep this diapered cycle going. All so they could imprint on their babies... And so on, and so forth.