Rebuilding My Sister

A Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt AR Story (contains spoilers)

It had happened.

What lay before her, in six-hundred and sixty-six pieces, was the blonde haired, blue eyed, extremely promiscuous sister of Stocking, Panty. Stocking, who was still wearing her Angel uniform, looked down at the pieces, with a rather stoic look on her face. The plan originally was to simply lay the pieces in a path, leading up to Corset's new base, but at Stocking's behest, she was given all the pieces of her sister. And here she stood, in a dark room, looking down at a table that had them all, in a large, kind of gross pile.

Nobody was sure why she cut up her sister. And, really, she wasn't sure either. It was an impulse thing, something that she felt that was right to do at the moment. It felt good, too, dominating her like that... She smirked slightly, looking down at all the little pieces. "There is still life in you..." she said, suddenly, into the vast nothingness, "They just have to rebuild you... But that wouldn't be any fun..." Stocking sighed a bit, placing her head in her hand, as if thinking deeply, "I wonder what would be fun..."

The room was silent again, as Stocking thought of her possibilities. "I could replace your hands with your feet... But you spend most of your times on your knees, so that would probably help..." she said, with a cruel smile, "Or I could rebuild you without a brain... But you were already a mindless whore, so what would be the difference?" At this, she gave out a rather mad cackle, laughing loudly in the middle of the still empty room. She soon calmed down, wiping a tear from her eye as she resumed looking down at the pile of body chunks. "This does give me an idea, though..." she said, as she slowly reached down, picking up one of the pieces, "We want to prevent something like that from happening, your sluttiness..." And, one by one, she started to put the pieces together...

Panty groaned slightly. She felt like shit. This wasn't a surprise, though, because the last memory she had was of Stocking's sword going through her head. Not the greatest last memory to have, but as she felt her body start to move, she was now glad that it wasn't her LAST memory. For some reason, she thought she had been cut up into hundreds of pieces, but that couldn't possibly be true... Slowly, she opened her eyes, and saw, staring back down at her, the cold eyes of the sister the tried to murder her.

Panty let out a soft shriek, and quickly tried the scoot away across the table. At this, alarm bells started to go off in her head. First off, Stocking looked gigantic, in more ways than one.  Second, she felt jiggling in her body, but in all the wrong places. Third, she only seemed to be wearing underwear, but it didn't feel like the underwear she was used to. She cowered a bit, trying to crawl away, but felt herself being lifted into the air.

Stocking giggled, cradling the small girl. "Aww, you're so cute now! Not whorey like you used to..." she said, cooing down to the worried infant, "Are you wondering whats going on? Well, to put it simply, I made you better..." she said, starting to walk away from the table, into another part of the dark room. She reached up and pulled a chord, turning on another light to reveal a single, full length mirror.

Panty saw herself, in her full glory, for the first time, as Stocking held her out. Panty blushed, seeing Stocking's hands occupied with a rather chubby infant, very much unlike the Panty that everyone knew, save for the untidy blond hair that hung down from her head. She was in nothing but a diaper, that was the only thing on her that was thicker than her belly. "Pretty adorable, huh? Here, let me show you all your "new features"~!" Stocking said, in a mocking tone, as she walked back over to the table and laid the little girl down.

Panty, now starting to come out of her shock, started to struggle as soon as she was laid down. "Oh, I know the first thing to show you!" Stocking said excitedly, as Panty suddenly felt herself being lifted again and placed on her stomach. She cooed curiously, before she felt the diaper she was wearing being pulled down. "This is your cute little tush! But if you are naughty, this happens!" Stocking said, before Panty felt an immense stinging on her backside. She gave out a shriek, before two more stinging slaps met her bottom. Satisfied, Stocking pulled the diaper back up and flipped her back onto her back. "Now where were we... Ah yes!" Stocking said, still smiling devilishly.

Panty felt her hands and feet being grabbed and shaken playfully, as if Stocking was playing with a normal toddler. "These are your handsies and feetsies! You probably won't be walking any time soon, so these will be very useful for getting around! Plus, since you can't suck on the things you want to suck on, you can do this!" Stocking said, taking Panty's foot and pulling it up, placing it in her own mouth. Panty blushed deeply, but found her mouth automatically suckling on her toes, her hands automatically holding her foot there after Stocking let go. "See! A natural~" Stocking said, in a falsely sweet voice, as she watched on for a moment.

Panty was so caught up with her current activity that she almost didn't notice Stocking patting her diapered behind. "And this is your diapie! This time you need them, and you aren't just wearing them for fetish reasons! And this..." she said, poking her belly, "Is your tum-tum~! When you start to act like a grown up, all I gotta do is tickle you here and you'll forget all of that!" With that, Stocking starting to run her fingers over Panty's belly. Instantly, Panty let her own foot out and started giggling madly.

She briefly becoming a full infant in that moment, writhing around and kicking her legs, drooling slightly as she was tickled. Stocking was laughing as well, but calmed down as she stopped, Panty starting to calm down as well. "Well, that was fun... But I have some other work to do. So its time for your nap!" she said, reaching into her pocket. Panty started to make some sounds of protest, but was quickly cut off by a pacifier being placed in her mouth. Panty, confused, started suckling. Instantly, she started to feel a bit tired, her eyelids drooping. "See you in a little bit~!" Stocking said, waving as Panty slowly drifted off top sleep, still rhythmically sucking on the pacifier.

Panty woke up a few hours later, laying in a crib, staring up at a mobile. She was confused. She was worried about something, but for some reason she couldn't remember. As she moved her legs around, she could feel a clammy coldness around her waist. Her eyes started to tear up, but before she could cry out, she felt herself being lifted up. "Don't cry sweety, Stocking-mama is here!" said the woman, hugging the infant and bouncing her slightly.

Stocking looked a bit different from a few hours ago. Her chest was now much bigger, along with much rounder waists, to support her now much fleshier bottom. This usually wouldn't be noticeable in her normal gothic lolita outfit, but as she tried to calm the infant, one could consider her outfit quite unfit to be wearing around a baby: She was wearing only an apron and nothing else, barely covering her chest, and leaving her wide bottom on full display, swaying as she moved around.

Panty looked up at the woman, sniffling a bit. Something inside of her told her that she shouldn't be happy to see her. This part of her started to take over, as she started to cry a little bit more. But she couldn't help but feel soothed as Stocking rubbed her back, walking her over to the changing table. "Someone is a little wetsy! Here, Stocking-mama will take care of you~" she said, laying her down. Panty sniffled a bit, sucking on her finger as she watched her diaper being taken off, her bottom wiped and powdered, before a new diaper was applied to her.

"Aww, are you still upset?" she asked, as Panty was lifted back up, "Here, this will make you feel better..." Stocking then moved her apron down, revealing a large breast, before cradling Panty right next to it. As if by instinct, Panty started to suckle on the breast, her worries seem to melt away with each intake of milk.

Stocking giggled, looking down at the girl. "Good girl... You'll be much happier rebuilt in my image..." she said, almost creepily, as she watched her drinking from her teet, a small line of milk running down from her lips, "One diaper change at a time..."