Minerva Mink was one of the stranger females around. She was always teasing, always bringing males back to her place to have her fun with them – not that any of the males complained – and she was always the last person when anyone thought of when the word 'childish' and 'children' came around. Despite the amount of sex she was purported to have, the mink had never shown any signs of pregnancy, and if she'd ever actually had a kid, there was no sign of them. More to the point, she was starting to reach the point where a kid was just not possible. Yes, she was infertile, but everyone urged her to adopt or something, to get a child.
Despite those urges, proddings, and plain out begging pleas from those she knew, Minerva just didn't go along with it. She never felt the need to; she was having her fun, and she didn't really want a child anyway.
But that wasn't to say that nature didn't want her to have one. Eventually, someone, somewhere, decided that if Minerva wasn't going to have a child, she would become one.
Minerva had started out an average day when something just felt off. She had gotten out of bed with a stomach-ache, and it only went downhill from there. She barely wanted to move, and she was dizzy, too dizzy to stand up. She had to lean against the wall to get out of her bed, moving down the hall to her living room. At first, she just wanted to sit down and watch TV until the discomfort passed, but then something caught her eye.
Laying on a small table between her and the television was one of the 'gifts' that some of her neighbors had given her in their insistence that she find a baby and raise it. It consisted of a pink bonnet and a baby rattle, as well as a few diapers laid out. Minerva shook her head, believing she had tossed most of those out, but apparently she missed this one.
Well, she felt too sick to put this one in the trash. She grunted as she put her feet up on the table, looking away from them and at the television.
As much as she tried to watch the television, however, her eyes kept going back to the baby stuff. It was harder and harder to ignore, and she started to wonder just what toddlers and babies enjoyed so much about those things. They were so stupid, even if they were colorful and stopped babies from making bad messes. But surely they couldn't be this fascinating? She wasn't a baby; why did she want to pick up the rattle, try on the bonnet? Why the hell did she feel like she might like the diapers?
Eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she pulled herself up from the couch. Grabbing the box of diapers and throwing them on the couch, Minerva stripped herself down and gradually slid one over her legs and over her crotch, fastening them at the hips. Every movement made them crinkle softly, rustling against her skin. Surprisingly, she found she kinda liked the sound, and she tried a little spin while wearing them. That turned out to be a bad idea, as she still didn't have very good balance, and she slipped down to the floor, landing hard on all fours.
She didn't mind it. It didn't hurt, and it was actually funny, making her giggle a bit. Even when she found out that she couldn't get back up to her feet, she kept giggling. It felt...good....felt right to be down on all fours like this. It was a little bit different, but it was good. She didn't have to try and find her balance again. Being on all fours like this made it MUCH easier to move around.
Giggling still, she crawled around her living room, hearing her diaper go rustle-crinkle, rustle-crinkle every time that she moved. Every time she heard it, she giggled a little more. It was fun, very very fun.
Soon, she was back beside the table, and she could see the rattle and the bonnet. They appealed to her, and she grabbed them. Her fingers were clumsy as she slowly pulled the bonneee...bo...hat on her head, giggling at the pink colors and frills. They were so cute, so funny. She loved them. She couldn't quite tie a knot with it, but she was able to tug the strings together tight enough to make sure it wouldn't fall off. It took a while, though; her fingers just didn't want to work right.
When it was finally on top of her head, she grinned in glee. “Ba-bay hat,” she said, struggling a little on the word 'baby' in a way that sort of surprised her. She paused. “Ba-bay? Buh-by?” she tried saying a few times. It just didn't work. Weird...weird, but not a bad thing, she guessed. Nothing wrong with it. Something made her think there should be, but she couldn't really figure out why.
She didn't really care; she was having fun, and she wanted to have more fun, and something told her that meant that she needed to get the rattle. So she grabbed it, shaking it back and forth rapidly.
The sound filled her head, and the more she shook it, the harder it was to think. Her head felt like it was filled with mush, but it made her happy, and all she really knew was that every time she swung the rattle around, every time she shook it, it made her head feel much better, happier. So she kept shaking it, and with every shake, it felt like her head and mind were a little heavier, a little dumber.
With how fast she was shaking it, it didn't take her long to reach the end of her rope. Falling back on her butt, the mink giggled and drooled, the spit falling down on her bare chest and pooling between her breasts before trickling down. She couldn't stop the drool from falling, but it didn't bother her. She actually reached up and rubbed it in a bit, flicking some of it down to the floor with her jerky, clumsy motions.
But there was still one little problem. Her stomach still hurt. That made her smile disappear for a moment, but then she thought of how to make it feel better. It took her slow, heavy brain a little while to figure it out, but when she did she acted immediately. Leaning back a little more, she pushed. Pushed. A fart came out, filling her nose with the smell of gas, but she didn't stop pushing. She had a stomach-ache, and she was going to make it feel better, gosh darn it. She giggled as another burst of gas slipped out of her, but that still wasn't what she needed.
Finally, it started coming out. The back of her diaper pushed back as her poop finally slid out, a long coiling piece of crap filling it up. The baby-fied mink giggled as it started filling up her diaper, pushing back against her butt as more and more slid out of her hole. One hand still shook the rattle, while the other reached down to the diaper, pushing down on the gooey stuff filling it up, smooshing it around. Every time it squelched against the diaper itself, she felt it, and it tickled against her skin and fur. Giggling at the tickling feeling, she kept it up, making sure that every bit of poop that filled her diaper got squished around.
Still, there was only so long before it stopped squishing, and she whined softly as her toy was taken away from her. She wanted to play some more.
Then another part of her didn't feel so good, and she had to stop and think of how to make that feel better. It took a little longer than it had taken her to figure out how to let the poop out, but she eventually worked it out. She got turned around, crawling around on her hands and her knees, as she slowly started peeing into her diaper. First it was just a little bit, then it came out faster as she got the hang of it. The front of the diaper changed color from a pure brown to a yellowed kind of brown, and it sagged down a bit from all that was in it.
The peeing didn't just make the mink feel better, but it also made the poo all soft and squishy inside of her diaper again. She giggled, pushing at the newly mushy mess, making it squish around inside of her wet diaper. It was a great toy, almost as good as the rattle she kept on shaking.
Eventually, some neighbors decided to check on the mink when she hadn't been seen for a few days. To their shock, they found her in a diaper that had swollen up horrendously bad, her eyes crossed and her chin and chest covered in drool. Some of the waste had started spilling out through the hole for the tail in the back, and a little bit touched at her inner thighs. They quickly changed her, already knowing what had happened to her.
Minerva Mink had become a baby in mind and body, though not quite in size. Neighbors took turns coming down to her place to take care of her, changing her diaper so it didn't get so full. Sometimes they brought her toys, but most of the time they were ignored. The mink just couldn't get enough of her diapers and her rattle, and ignored whatever company she was offered.
Not that she cared. She loved it.