can she start calling rebeca mommy
Oh they’ll be calling SOMEONE “mommy”… just wait and see!
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can’t wait for the next chapter
it will be up soon! Sorry for late reply
Rebecca smiled as she left her final class of the day. She reminisced about teasing Matilda near the trashcans. Simple, effective, and got the point across. She was glad she noticed them on her way down the stairs. Even with the power she now held over her former harasser, she didn’t want her meeting up with her friends again. Matilda she could stop with her newfound powers, the others had no such weakness, vicious mentalities, and knowledge of a secret Rebecca didn’t want getting out. Fortunately, they were also followers, and not very smart ones at that. Without Matilda, they were sheep without their former nasty shepherd, and Rebecca had little to worry about. It was nice to feel in power.
Speaking of… “Fuck!” she loudly swore as her phone began buzzing as an alarm went off, surprising her. She had forgotten about that timer.
The alarm had nothing to do with her own schedule, but reminded her of Matilda’s. Specifically, the fact she was about to go on an hour long break before her next class. In a different world, this would be where she’d meet up with friends, grab a coffee, take a nap, or, if she was so inclined, might actually study for once. Unfortunately, she decided to bully someone who was given magic powers by a nice, friendly witch.
Rebecca focused her energy. Somewhere across the campus, Matilda was messing herself. If she was smart, and more importantly obedient to Rebecca, she had her diaper on, so it wouldn’t be too big an issue. She laughed to herself at the thought of Matilda jumping up and running to the bathroom, desperately trying to hide what was going on. Let her see how SHE liked it, since she was so keen on making fun of others for the same problem.
Despite glorifying in the bully’s embarrassment, Rebecca liked to think she was a fair witch. Her goal was to punish Matilda for what she had done and keep her in line, not ruin her life on campus. So, she did what she considered the “nice” thing, given the circumstances. She always waited until she knew Matilda would be out of class, always gave her enough diapers for the day, and despite having seemingly unlimited ability to control her functions, never brought it to the point where her diapers would leak, or where it would be to obvious to anyone nearby. If anything, it was better then what Rebecca had. She supposed that was the right thing, she hadn’t exactly read books on moral responsibility when given magic powers over a bully’s bowels. Such a weirdly specific thing, she almost wondered why the witch gave her THAT power exactly, but decided it was best not to question her luck.
She walked across the campus toward her room. She loved Wednesday afternoons. With nothing after 1 PM and no classes early the next day, it was her day to relax and rest after a busy Monday and Tuesday. Today it was even better, with no tests or projects coming up she didn’t even have much homework to do. Instead, she looked forward to spending a few hours playing video games and surfing the internet.
She entered her tall brick and cement building, then up the stairs. She walked down her hallway, smiling and waving at other students that lounged by their doors. She opened her mouth to speak to one of them, a stocky redhead named Samantha, when she stopped.
She was wetting. Badly. Far worse then normal. She started walking again. Her casual walk turned into a powerwalk, then a full on trot as she felt her diaper expand far more then even she was used to it. By the end, she was sprinting. She got to her door just as it felt as if it was about to leak, making a nauseating slush every time she stepped. She opened the door, panting, and escaped into the privacy of her bedroom.
“Hello Babykins!” a familiar voice said. “Hiding something?” Rebecca jumped up and screamed. So much for privacy.
It was the witch. Dressed in her normal black hat with a matching short and low cut dress, effectively a modernized and smaller version of the classic witches outfit that Rebecca had first took as a Halloween costume.
“Wha… what are you doing here?” Rebecca asked.
“Just checking up on my favorite Babykins. Need help with something?” She snapped her fingers, and Rebecca’s clothes disappeared, all except for her bulging diaper.
She shrieked and covered her body with her hands. Thinking again, she put her hands down to cover her diaper, then settled on one across her body and another on the diaper.
The witch laughed and walked closer. “Don’t worry silly little Babykins, its nothing I haven’t seen before, and your clothes are safe in your closet. Now let me see.” She walked up to Rebecca and lifted her hand from the diaper. She grabbed Rebecca by the waist and turned her around slowly, making a point of inspecting her. “Tsk tsk,” she said. “You almost soaked this through! A bit more and you’d have leaked! Isn’t that right Babykins.”
“Yeah,” Rebecca heard the pathetic whine come from her lips as she was manhandled.
“Awww, its ok Babykins. We’ll get you cleaned up.” The witch stood and began stroking Rebecca’s head while keeping a hand on the back of her diaper.
“Why do you keep calling me that? That’s not my name, and…” she thought for a second. Had the witch ever told her her own name? “Wait, what’s yours?”
The witch laughed. “I know its not your name silly Babykins, but its what I’m going to call you since you’re such a cute, sweet little baby. And you can call me Mommy. Now lets get you changed.”
She snapped a finger, and the room expanded. Where there was once blank wall a table appeared, something like Rebecca had seen in doctors’ offices. It took her a moment to realize it was an oversized diaper changing table.
“Wait, what do you mean “change?” And why would I call you that? What are you going to do?”
“Isn’t it obvious silly? I’m going to change your diaper like a helpless little baby, and you are going to thank me and call me mommy while I do it.”
“What?!” Rebecca shouted. “No! Why would you do that? I can do it myself! And I’m not calling you…”
She stopped talking as a pacifier appeared in her mouth, cutting off her words.
“Oh no? I think you will. I think you agreed to it.” The witch snapped her fingers, and an image appeared in the air. It was half transparent, and hovered like a cloud between them. It was the two of them, back when they first met at the Halloween party. Rebecca was wearing a onesie and sucking a pacifier, and the witch was holding her cheek.
“As for if I want anything in return… Lets just say I like taking care of little adult babies, so I get that in return. However, if I ever come by and ask something, I expect you to obey, alright?” The witch said in the image, and Rebecca nodded. The image disappeared.
“Really, it seems a fair trade for the powers I’ve given you, doesn’t it?”
Rebecca stared in shock. She remembered the incident, but never thought the witch would actually WANT to do something like this. What was she getting out of it? Still, she realized she had agreed, and didn’t want to know what going back on a deal with a witch would entail. She made a nervous swallow, and nodded.
“Good Babykins. Now, ask me nicely to change your diapers, and use my name properly.” She snapped her fingers, and the pacifier disappeared from Rebecca’s mouth. She put a hand to her chin as if thinking. “Or, I can just go, and take the powers I gave you with me.”
“NO! Please no!” Rebecca screamed, then blushed. “Please change my diapers mommy.”
“Good girl,” the witch said in a disgustingly cloying voice. “Now, what was your name again?”
Rebecca cringed. Being changed was bad enough, being forced to play along with this game was worse. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“Say it diaper girl, or your powers go away. ‘My name is…’”
“Babykins. My name is Babykins.” She said.
“Good girl. Now, lets get you out of that soggy diaper, ok?”
Something tightened around Rebecca’s limbs. She gasped as was grabbed by invisible hands and lifted into the air. She was turned horizontal as if being cradled, and floated toward the changing table. It might have been fun if she didn’t know what was happening next.
She was lowered onto the changing table. She felt her shoulders being held down, then her legs lifted up in a V shape.
The witch walked toward her, looked down at her and smiled. She put a hand on the crotch of Rebecca’s diaper and began rubbing it, then patted her bottom. “Hmmm, soggy soggy soggy. What a baby,” she said. Rebecca cringed, unable to do anything but lie helpless, with her legs and diaper open in the most humiliating and revealing position possible.
The witch kept her hand on the wet padding but turned her eyes away from it up Rebecca’s body and to her face. “Much as I love seeing my little adult babies naked except for their diapers, I think your earlier spat means we can do a bit more to emphasize your position. What a conundrum. Lets see…” She chuckled as if she just had a realization. “I know.”
Rebecca groaned. As if wearing nothing but a diaper, lying on a changing table, and having her legs held by invisible hands in the air didn’t “emphasize her position.” She wondered what horror was next.
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She felt her arms move up, then come down across her stomach. A teddy bear appeared in them, and they wrapped around as if clutching it. “Better. Just like a little baby, you’ll have your toy to keep you company during the change. And of course, since you won’t need to speak much anyway…” A pacifier appeared in her mouth, oversized like the one she had been gagged with at the party. “And finally…” she felt both sides of her hair tighten, moved into what she could only assume was pigtails.
“There. Cute little baby clutching her teddy bear, waiting for her mommy to change. Now be a good Babykins while I clean you up and get you into a fresh diaper.” She chuckled. “As if you have any other choice.”
Rebecca glowered. The last part was unnecessary to say, and completely true. The invisible binds held her perfectly still as the witch untapped her diaper and began wiping her. The position she was in maximized all the witch said she wanted, as the teddy bare and pacifier managed to make a full adult baby costume while still leaving her practically bear.
“Silly Babykins, trying to make it in university but I bet you can’t even spell or read right. Isn’t that true?”
An invisible hand made Rebecca nod her head. She blushed.
A onesie appeared in the air with “Babykins” written across the chest. “I bet you don’t even know what this says, do you?”
The hand make her shake her head. The onesie disappeared.
The witch laughed. “Oh I love teasing the want to be smart ones. This is going to be SOOO much fun!” She finished wiping Rebecca, then held her hand up. A plain white diaper appeared in it, much like the ones Rebecca normally wore, but thicker.
“Hmmm, doesn’t seem enough. How about this?” The diaper began to change, and the plain white padding was replaced by colorful prints. The front had little diapered animals, and baby blue tracks ran along either side. She turned it around to show Rebecca a cartoon kitten head with a pacifier in its mouth. “The adult baby companies have made some good ones, but as I can make my own, I just take what I like from each. If this were released, I bet it would be the most popular one on the market.” She wiggled it in her hand, making a loud crinkling sound. “Definitely the thickest, and the loudest crinkles, and those AB’s LOVE that. You want to wear it? Would you rather your normal thin, ugly, white ones, or this thick cute one? Huh, Babkins? Want to wear the cute diapers?”
Rebecca tried to shake her head, but the hands made her nod instead. She groaned.
“Good girl! And should I turn that extra bag of diapers hidden in your closet into the same?”
Rebecca was forced to nod. “Good girl! What a good widdle babykins! Don’t you just WUV the printed diapers?” She spoke in the same irritatingly sweet voice, and it made Rebecca want to scream.
Rebecca watched as the witch tape the extra humiliating diaper onto her. “What a lucky baby,” she said. “Getting to wear such a cute diaper! Its even cuter then the ones your friend Matilda wears! I bet all your friends would be jealous! Huh, wouldn’t they?!”
Matilda. The name triggered something deep inside Rebecca’s mind, and she felt herself filled with rage. It was HER fault, after all. The powers she had were needed to keep HER in line, it was the party SHE took her too and the outfit SHE made her wear that lead to the problem where she met the witch, and it was HER bullying that lead to it all. It was HER fault she had to go through this humiliating ordeal to keep her powers and keep from being exposed to the school.
And yet, she had been so kind to her. She had been letting her off easy, waiting until her classes were over, making her ‘accidents’ easy to clean… well, no more. She focused, and once again somewhere across the campus Matilda soiled herself. THIS time however, it was not light or easy. She made sure it was loud and noticeable, and she knew from the schedule she’d be sitting in class when it happened, and now sitting in her mess as well.
The witch appeared to be holding back a laugh. The hands grabbed Rebecca and set her on the floor. She stood, naked except her diaper, still forcibly clutching her teddy bear and sucking her pacifier.
“Now, our games can begin,” the witch said.
Rebecca looked at her in askance.
She laughed. “Oh, silly widdle girl, that wasn’t all of it. I’m going to be playing with you ALL night. Just watch.”
She snapped her fingers, and the room changed. In place of her bed was a giant crib. In the place of her normal wardrobe was a colorful white a pink set of drawers with diapers piled on top. The walls expanded, and became brightly painted, covered with Disney-esque princess, but with all of them in diapers and sucking pacifiers. In one corner was a giant foam matt surrounded by play pen walls, and filled to the brim with stuffed animals. Beside it was a high chair, complete with a baby bottle and a bowl of what she could only assume was baby food.
Strangest of all, one entire wall, in fact the one she was facing, turned into a giant mirror. She looked at her reflection, for the first time noticing the giant teddy bear in her arms was itself wearing a cloth “diaper” and had a pacifier in its mouth, and confirming her hair was in pigtails. The sight of herself, cradling the bear, printed diaper on display, teddy bear in her arms, sucking a pacifier, with bows- BOWS, she noticed, for the first time- in her hair, and naked otherwise, almost made her want to cry.
“Aww what’s the matter Babykins, don’t like your outfit?” we can change that.
Her arms were moved out to her side, the teddy bear instead being hung from one hand, leaving her completely exposed except her diaper.
“How about this?” A frilly baby blue sun dress with ruffles running up the front and sides, in a look Rebecca recognized from online pictures of conventions and cosplays, appeared. It was a dated style, almost Victorian, and cutesy enough to make her stomach turns. Sheer white stockings ran up her legs toward a short skirt, and pleather platform shoes with buckles appeared on her feet. “Babykins” was written in glitter across the chest.
"Hmmm… no, not quite. That’s more ‘toddler’, when we want “Baby.”
She snapped her fingers, and the dress turned into a onesie. The white sheer socks became striped silken ones, and the shoes disappeared. The only thing that remained the same was “Babykins.” Rebecca wanted to cry.
“Hmmm, still no. I put all that effort into making the perfect diaper, I want it visible for now.” Another snap, and the onesie disappeared, replaced with a matching shirt. The socks were the same, and came out of baby booties. Her hands became covered in mitts, which still managed to clutch the teddy bear.
“I like it! I think we are getting somewhere!” She snapped again, and chibi style characters in diapers, all matching her in appearance, appeared. “See? Its a personalized adult baby t shirt. Aren’t you lucky?”
“MMM MMM” Rebecca said, and shook her head.
“Oh no? Want something else? Don’t worry, there is a lot we can do.”
She snapped her fingers, and the shirt changed to long footed pajamas, then another dress, another onesie… Rebecca’s eyes went wide as a long list of humiliating outfits flashed across her body. They ranged from almost immobilizing infantile pajamas to cat girl outfits with ears and a collar, all with only the diaper remaining consistent. Finally, it settled back on the shirt.
“Good? We will try it all in our little games, you’ll get to amuse me in EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. You like that, Babykins?”
The pacifier fell from her mouth and, and she found it was attached to her shirt. For the first time in a while, she could speak. “No! I don’t want any of this? Please just stop! Why are you doing it?”
She giggled. “Awwww have you not figured it out yet? Should we add another message to that diaper?” She snapped her fingers, and “Dumb Baby” appeared in block writing across the front of her diaper. “Can you read that, Babykins? Are you able to read, Ms. Smarty Padded Pants?”
“Yes,” she said, through tears. “But why? And why are you still calling me that?”
“Hmmm. Lets see if you can figure it out. You are being teased for being in diapers, and made to go to a party dressed a baby, where you wet yourself. A witch notices you, starts calling you cute nicknames, and insists on changing you. She gives you the ability to make your tormenter mess and wet herself, which you barely used before now, and now she wants to play with you in a giant nursery. What can you figure out?”
“Uhhh…” Rebecca said. Each part hit something in her head, but she couldn’t make them connect. As she often found when the witch asked her questions, her thoughts ran into a thick fog.
The witch patted her bottom, and rested her hand on her diaper. “Aww, poor dumb little Babykins, you really are earning those diapers tonight. It means the witch has a fetish for diapering and babying adults, and thinks you are cute. It also means if you want to keep your powers and not have your bully return with ALL the images she has and seek revenge, you better play along?”
“Wh…what? A diaper fetish? You want me to do anything…” She didn’t finish, but let it stand.
She laughed. “No, no, you don’t have to do anything sexual. You will, however, have to wear adorable outfits, play with baby toys, and humiliate yourself in all sorts of cute ways for my amusement. So, we are going to be up all night while we play, unless I decide to put you in your crib, and every Wednesday after this. Don’t worry about sleep, I can keep you awake with magic. If you want to keep your powers, that is. Deal?”
Rebecca considered. The idea made her stomach turn but she was in way too deep with Matilda to give up her powers now. She nodded.
“Good baby. Then I want you on all fours like a little baby learning to crawl, pampered butt toward the mirror. NOW.”
Rebecca obeyed, and got down on her hands and knees.
“Good Babykins. Now turn and look at your own bum in the mirror.” She swatted her backside to demonstrate. Rebecca turned, and cringed at the printed kitten on the back of it. She had to give the witch one thing- she managed to turn every single thing into a reminder of her status with her, even more then they should be. Every item, from her teddy bear, to the pictures on the wall, to the print on the back of her diaper, was either itself diapered or sucking a pacifier. With the mirror, she couldn’t open her eyes in any direction without a reminder of her role.
“Good baby. Now I want you to crawl and mess yourself. Then, tell your mommy that widdle Babykins messed her pampers.”
“What?! But you just changed me!” she whined, hating how pathetic her voice sounded. Rebecca groaned as a sudden, horribly uncomfortable mass filled her stomach.
“Yes, and now I want you to mess again. You’ll be getting your diapers changed a lot tonight, and you’ll be filling them up again for me each time. As I said, I have a thing for humiliating adult babies, and I am going to have my fun with you. Now, I want you to stare at yourself, and see yourself crawl and fill that diapers. I want you to see how pathetic you can be.”
“But… this is so much! Please don’t make me do that. Or… can’t you just… make me? With your magic?”
The witch shook her head, then waggled a finger in Rebecca’s face. “Yes, I can. I can make you do whatever I want with magic. And believe me, I will be making full use of those abilities later. However, I want YOU to do it. I want YOU to chose to humiliate yourself, CHOOSE to crawl, and CHOOSE to fill those diapers to the brim. And I want to to see yourself do it. I want you to do it because you know otherwise you lose your power and are at the mercy of that bully with all her photos. Oh, and with how you made her mess her diaper in class back when I was changing you, she will NOT be happy. What is it, one day a week of humiliation, or constant humiliation?”
“I… #$&%.” What choice was it really? A temporary night mare, or a lasting one. “Yes. I’ll do it.”
“I’m sorry? What was that Babykins? Yes what?”
She shuddered. “Yes Mommy.”
“Good Babykins. Now, pacifier in your mouth, teddy in your hands. Crawl, mess yourself, and watch yourself doing it before I give you a spanking.”
Rebecca, now in tears, obeyed. She suckled the pacifier and stared directly at the back of the diaper, right at the pacifier in the mouth of the kitten, as she crawled. She pushed, and…
A long, loud stream, enough to shock her even after all her experiences, came into the diaper. It inflated behind her and quickly turned brown. She stumbled, and squeezed.
The witches hand came down hard upon the back of her diaper, resulting in a nauseating, and painful, squish. “Keep going, I gave you way more then that.”
Rebecca kept crawling, filling her diaper as she did. The magically increased pile seemed to never end, and she was forced to keep crawling for what seemed an eternity. Finally it stopped, and she collapsed, kneeling with her head on the ground.
She looked up at the witch, who reached down and cradled her chin. “What a good baby. What a good widdle babykins, just a sweet, messy widdle baby. Wasn’t that easier then being exposed to the whole school?” Rebecca nodded and hung her head. The witch walked around behind her and patted her bottom. “Whew! A good baby, but a stinky one! That is one FULL diaper! Its a good thing mommy put you in her special extra thick ones, isn’t it?”
Rebecca nodded again.
“Good Babykins. Now, time for your spanking.”
Rebecca’s head shot up. “What?” she said, dropping the pacifier. “But you said…”
“I said you better mess yourself before I spank you. That means I am going to spank you after you’re done. I never said I wouldn’t do it if you obeyed. I know its hard for dumb little babies like you to think of these things, but try to keep up.” She reached down and grabbed Rebecca’s hand and dragged her to her feet.
“What, but I…” she made herself say the next words. “I was a good babykins for mommy.”
She giggled. “Aww, isn’t that cute, trying to win favor with proper names? Its true, you were, after some arguing you were. However, as I said, you are here for my amusement.” She snapped her fingers, the far wall changed. The paintings remained, but over them rows of paddles, switches, straps, and handcuffs appeared. Matching them, a medieval style stockade appeared next to the high chair. “Sometimes mommy just likes spanking stinky babies, and you did argue after all. So…”
She pulled down the railing of the crib, and pulled Rebecca over her lap. She mushed her diaper a bit. “Tsk tsk, stinky stinky stinky. You aren’t making it easy for mommy, having to spank such a poopy diaper.”
The first whack shook Rebecca and made her gasp. The smack was WAY to hard to not be magically influenced, especially through the extra thick diapers. The second WHACK was worse, and made her scream.
“Its ok Babykins, shout and cry all you want, no one can hear you, no one will come in.” She began raining blows down on Rebecca, each getting more and more painful, and each making her stomach turn as it pressed the mess in her diaper down. She instinctively tried to squirm, but couldn’t move, and only lay helpless. Soon she was crying, as much from the pain as from disgust and humiliation.
Eventually, the smacks stopped, leaving her simply sobbing. The witch began to massage her back. The scratches and rubs sent shivers down her spine, and she had to admit it felt comforting. It ended on her diaper, where the witches hand rested, slowly patting her as if the spanking was a hard exercise and this was her cool down.
“Now Babykins, did you learn a lesson?” the witch asked in her syrupy voice.
“Yes Mommy,” Rebecca sobbed.
“And we won’t argue anymore?”
“And we know whose in charge, and agree to do what they say?”
“Good.” Magic hands lifted Rebecca, and placed her sitting on the witches lap. Her stomach turned as her diaper squelched against her knee, and even more so as the witch began bouncing her. “There’s a good girl. Bounce like a baby!” She said, and Rebecca obeyed. Each bounce made her diaper worse, and for the first time she was hit with the full force of the smell. More then anything she wanted to disappear.
The witch put her pacifier in her mouth and pointed to the mirror. “Now, does that look like a regular big girl to you? Nod or shake your head.”
Rebecca shook her head. What she saw in the mirror… an adult woman in a clearly filled printed diaper, sucking a pacifier, wearing a humiliating shirt and clutching a teddy bear as she bounced on her “Mommy’s” knee, was such a humiliating image she had trouble connecting it to herself.
“Does it look like someone who deserves respect? A smart girl?”
She shook her head.
“Or does it look like a dumb little adult baby in a poopy diaper who needs her Mommy?”
She nodded, crying.
“Say it, through the pacifier.”
Rebecca inhaled. “It looks like a dumb little adult baby in poopy diaper who needs her mommy, mommy.” She added the last “mommy,” unsure if it was needed for the sentence.
“Good, because I agree. That is the most pathetic, stupid little girl I’ve ever seen, rightfully humiliated in her messy diapers by her superiors.”
She continued. “And you know what? Its going to continue. In case it hasn’t clicked in your dumb little baby head, when I said I have a fetish for this stuff, I REALLY meant it. I have a whole lot of fun ideas, saved up from years of thinking and playing, that I can’t use. Even with all my magic, it is hard to get someone to find someone willing, and the rules of magic don’t let me just force people into this stuff, I need agreement.”
“So, I have you. You are going to agree to help me live out my worst, darkest fantasies. Every Wednesday, after your last class, you are going to come in here, put on one of the special diapers you have in your closet, put on your special t shirt, sit on the bed, and say outload “Babykins is ready to play Mommy.” Then I will appear, and we will spend all afternoon and night together do whatever I want, no matter humiliating. Wear the outfits, fill the diapers, play with the toys, be fed in the high chair, get tied up in stocks and spanked, all while being a good baby for mommy. When we are done, you will be ready to go in the morning, fresh as if you had slept all night, and no one will know the difference. Meanwhile, you keep your powers, your bullies never seek revenge on you, and no one knows about your little secrets. You want your revenge, this is what you have to do for me in exchange. Agree?”
Rebecca glowered at the image in the mirror. All this for her powers? She thought about it.
The image was humiliating. The thought was horrifying. The diaper bouncing was disgusting. However… the thought of Matilda getting off for her months of bullying was enraging, and she couldn’t let her win. She nodded. She would be the witches “Babykins”, if that was what it took.
“Good Babykins.” She stopped bouncing and set her, crawling, on the floor. “Now crawl that bottom toward the play pen. You’ll spend the next few hours sitting on your bottom and playing with your toys.” She patted Rebecca’s diaper, and she began crawling.
The witch laughed. “What a cute sight. What a good, docile little sheep of a baby. I hope you use your powers enough to make it worth it!”
Rebecca glowered. Right. The powers. The one thing that made this all worth it, that she had underused so much before. She focused on Matilda. She focused harder then she ever had before. She wasn’t being merciful anymore, if she had to do all this for her powers, she was going to ruin the bully’s day as well.
She kept focusing, knowing Matilda was facing just some of the humiliation she was.
Matilda hammered on Rebecca’s door. She checked her phone. It was after classes, she should be back.
The mess in her diaper was horrible. It itched, and there was no hiding the smell anymore. The skirt she wore bulged out behind her, and she was forced to stand with her legs apart to make room for the now sodden padding.
She checked her phone. Half a dozen messages to Rebecca, no response.
She wanted to go back to her room and change herself. Except… Rebecca had threatened much worse treatment if she changed without permission, and she didn’t want to test that. More importantly, she didn’t actually HAVE any more diapers. Rebecca stored them in her room, and gave them out as needed to keep Matilda in line. If she just cleaned herself she could easily end with a far more visible public problem. Not to mention ruined clothes or ruined bedsheets which would be harder to hide then a messy diaper.
She moaned and put a hand on the back of her diaper. The itch was getting worse. She needed out of this mess- figuratively and literally.
“OH MY GOD! What is that?”
Matilda froze in fear. Two other girls were walking behind her. She didn’t recognize the voices and dared not turn to look. If they noticed…
“I don’t know! Is it another problem with the sewage pipes?” the second girl asked.
“That or another stink bomb. Why are there so many of those?”
Fortunately, they walked by without noticing the source of the smell. It would get late soon. If she didn’t find Rebecca, she’d have to spend all night in her bedroom and wait until morning for a change. Matilda went back to banging on the door.
Rebecca knelt in what had become of her bedroom. Her bottom itched and stung, she was panting, and tear lines ran down her cheeks. She was now wearing footed pajamas, made with the same words and patterns as her t shirt, thick, double layered diapers, and a bonnet. The pacifier remained stuck in her mouth, and the bear stuck in her hand.
The witch stood over her smiling. She held a long leather switch, which she ran up and down Rebecca’s cheeks.
“Awww poor Babykins. Have you been crying? Didn’t you have fun playing with your Mommy?”
Rebecca nodded, fearing what she’d do with the switch if she didn’t.
The room itself hadn’t changed much from the night before, aside from signs of their use. Discarded toys lay scattered on the floor, dropped wherever Rebecca was when the witch decided she was bored with their current game. A formerly empty diaper bucket was filled with far too many diapers then one night should need, and was left open, making the entire room smell like its contents. The sagging padding between her legs didn’t help. The witch didn’t seem to mind, and enjoyed Rebecca’s obvious discomfort.
“Alright sweetie. We’ve had enough fun for the night. Its almost time for Babykins’ classes! Are you ready?”
Rebecca nodded. “Yes Mommy,” she said, finding the pacifier shrunk to the point she could talk.
“Stand up,” she said.
“Annnnddd…” the witch snapped her fingers. Rebecca gasped. The giant nursery changed back to her bedroom, and her onesie was replaced with her regular pajamas. The diaper, however, remained. As the witch promised, she didn’t feel tired despite the sun coming through the window proving it was morning.
“Now, as I promised, I’ll be leaving you a few gifts.” The witch opened her closet door. In it was the “Babykins” t shirt, teddy bear and a bag of the “Dumb Baby” diapers. “Just in case the silly baby forgot her instructions, again. Every Wednesday when your classes are done, come into your room, put on one of your special diapers and your special t shirt. Grab your special teddy bear, sit cross legged on the floor and say “Babykins is ready to play, Mommy.” Then, I’ll appear, and we will begin. Understood?”
“Repeat what I just told you so I know you got it.”
Rebecca sighed. She closed her eyes and said "Every Wednesday I’m to come here, put on the special diaper and t shirt Mommy gave me, sit on the floor with the teddy bear, and say “Babykins is ready to play, Mommy.”
“Good girl,” she patted Rebecca’s head. “And if Babykins forgets…” Rebecca’s stomach turned enough to make her groan. “I’ll find a way to reminder her. If you decide you don’t want to, your magic disappears, and you deal with a very angry Matilda with ALL your photos. Understood?”
“Yes Mommy,” she said. The feeling in her stomach disappeared.
“Good girl. I figured you’d see it my way. Smart girls listen to their mommy’s logic. Now, you have classes soon and you’ll probably want to change that diaper…”
Rebecca began to roll her eyes then stopped, not wanting to anger the witch. Having the ability to ‘magic’ her directly into a clean diaper, but leaving her in a messy one to change herself seemed deliberately obnoxious. In fact, there was probably more she could do. She could…
Her mind started to move toward something. If she could control someone’s functions, make them incontinent, even give Rebecca the power over Matilda, then she almost DEFINITLY could…
No. The thought was gone in a cloud of fog.
“Are you paying attention sweetie? Babykins? Oh Babykins?” the witch was snapping her fingers in front of her face.
“Sorry mommy,” she said.
“Good girl. What’s my name?”
“And what is yours?”
“Good girl. Now, as I was saying, I’m going to leave you to change out of your stinky pampers. As a parting gift…” she snapped her fingers. A bag of the “Dumb Baby” diapers appeared in her hands.
“What am I supposed to do with these? Aren’t there more in the closet?”
The witch shrugged. “That’s up to you. By the way, Matilda will open your door the second after I leave. Goodbye Babykins?”
“AAAAA!” Rebecca’s door flew open, and Matilda fell in. “Oooff,” she said as she landed on the ground. “What the #$$@ Rebecca? You aren’t here all night then you just pull the door open so I fall in? Since when isn’t this locked?” Matilda pushed her shoulders off the ground and glared.
“Uhhhh…” Rebecca tried to regain her composure. “Its my business whether I… Oh god…” The smell hit her, and she remembered what she had made Matilda do the night before.
Had she been in that same diaper ALL night?! Rebecca wondered.
Matilda was getting up and dusting herself off. She was wearing pajamas with a skirt over them in a fashion faux-pas Matilda would never normally commit, but Rebecca could still see the bulge through her.
She HAD been in the same diaper all night. Rebecca realized she had probably been scared to change.
Matilda stared at the bitch who had ruined her night. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “What was that? You used to be reasonable about this! Last night was disgusting! Why would you…” She stopped talking as her stomach turned.
Rebecca stepped toward her with a smug, confident look on her face. “I’m sorry what was that little girl? You arguing with me?”
“No…” she whined. She didn’t want to make the situation worse then it was, and she didn’t think her diaper could take any more.
“Good baby.” She walked up to her. “My my, you are a stinky baby aren’t you. I bet they could smell you ALL the way down the hallway, and see those buldging pampers.” She reached a spare hand around and patted the back of Matilda’s diaper, making her cringe.
Matilda tried to control her breathing and her insides. “Yes Ma’am. It was a rough night.”
“Good,” she patted the diaper again. “You deserve it after what you did to me.”
“What I did…” she noticed the package in Rebecca’s other hand. “Wha… what is that?”
Rebecca looked down at it, as if she had forgot it was there. “Oh…” she held it in front of herself.
Matilda gasped. “WHAT THE #($ ARE THOSE?!?”
They were the most ridiculous adult diapers she had seen, even after spending days searching online for ones to torment Rebecca on Halloween. They were huge, thick, and covered with prints. They even had writing on them, and she tilted her head to see…
“Dumb Baby. Really? After all you’ve done you have to go after me again like that? Its bad enough that you make me wear diapers at all, but you have to get ones that make fun of me for it?” she realized she had tears in her eyes, but couldn’t stop them. “You’re always talking about how much smarter you are then me, how you do so well in school, looking down on everyone else, and now…”
Rebecca cut her off. “Yes, I am. You are dumb. You barely passed school and only got here because of your dad’s money while the rest of us had to work. You tried to hide it with your little team of bullies, but I can see what you are, and damn right I’m going to label you it. You are a dumb, stupid little baby in a messy diaper, and now the writing on your widdle pampers will identify you as such…” She reached around and grabbed the back of Matilda’s padding. “You are a pathetic loser now, and are going to follow the winner’s orders. You will wear these diapers so you can always remember how dumb you are. If not, I’ll make your life hell, alright?”
The pain in her stomach increased, and the adrenaline from her anger wore off. “Yes ma’am,” she managed weekly.
“Good baby,” Rebecca patted her head. “Now, poopy pants. Go stand in the corner and wait until I come back.”
“Stand in the corner!? WH…” she was cut off by another surge in her stomach.
“NOW!” Rebecca shouted and pointed. Matilda walked to the corner and hung her head. Rebecca walked behind her and pulled her pajama pants and skirt down, then handed her the bag of diapers. “Now, with one hand you are going to hold these so you remember how dumb you are, and with the other I want you to suck your thumb like a baby. I’m leaving my phone recording, and you won’t move until I’m back. Then, you can change, and I have a game for us today.”
“What’s that?” Matilda asked, but got no answer. She clung to the diapers and sucked her thumb as ordered, and waited.
“What are we doing?” Matilda asked. She shuffled awkwardly, trying to push her skirt down to cover the diaper she was forced to wear. She angrily wondered who the heck made such a thing.
The issue is she could see no practical use for it. It was too thick to hide under any amount of clothing, too high for most of her beltlines to cover, and too wide to walk properly in. The material was absurdly stiff, and LOUD. She had to wonder if it was really as loud as she thought it was or if it was all in her head, but the clear sounds of plastic crinkling with each step, even when outdoors, even when other people were around making noise, left little doubt. Worse, the pattern meant if any part of it became visible- almost a guarantee given the size of the garment- it was be obvious what it was. The writing, “Dumb Baby,” seemed like a bad joke. She had to wonder if even any of the kinksters who normally bought this stuff would want that.
The outfit Rebecca had made her wear- almost a costume- added to her problems. The choice of her shortest skirt was almost a no brainier. Ironically, it was one she had initially got for Rebecca herself. It was tiny, and probably wouldn’t have done much to hide her regular diapers. With the new ones, it was practically smaller then the padding itself. Rebecca had then made her wear knee high white socks, something she would never do aside from a costume or under a longer skirt. Her t shirt too was an issue, a white t shirt with a teddy bear on it that somehow both added to the schoolgirl look while making it seem even more childish. It was a cut off, and ended above her waist, leaving her shifting her skirt up and down, debating between covering the bottom of her diaper but leaving the tapes uncovered or vise versa. She eventually left the bottom uncovered, hoping no one would be looking there anyway. Her normal choice of wearing underwear over the diaper was a non starter with Rebecca. Finally, to top it all off, Rebecca had put her hair in pigtails, the same she used to force on her.
The weird thing was, she didn’t even know where half of it had come from. She could remember the skirt, but swore she left it with Rebecca. She imagined she could have forgotten a random pair of socks, but the shirt… why had she even bought such a thing? It seemed to just appear when Rebecca was looking for something in her closet, leaving her flabbergasted.
Rebecca, dressed in her normal frumpy sweater and long skirt with tights, smiled. “I told you, you are obeying me. Now lets go diaper girl.” She smacked her bottom, then led her by the hand. Matilda quickly waddled after her.
She could tell where she was being lead almost right away. “Oh no Rebecca, please no. Whatever you’re thinking, please no,” she begged.
Rebecca only smiled in reply.
She was leading them to a specific intersection at the university, which had trees and cement benches to sit on. It was a common meeting place, pick up and make out area for some of the boys she liked, and where she…
She shuddered at the thought.
Where she and her friends had used to like to make Rebecca sit on guy’s laps while wearing short skirts and soggy diapers. Several times. It was probably one of the cruelest in a long list of awful things she was learning to regret, if not THE cruelest. Aside from the Halloween Party, that is. She hated to think what kind of revenge Rebecca had in mind.
They arrived, and as expected, a group of varsity boys was sitting around, flirting with girls walking by.
“Please don’t make me do this,” Matilda said. She then gasped and grunted as her stomach and bladdered turned. The feeling disappeared, but the warning was clear.
“Remember this place?” Rebecca asked.
“You used to LOVE coming here to meet with your guy friends before your little change in situation, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Good girl. I’ve decided I’ve been to harsh with my treatment, since clearly you aren’t getting the boy friends you used to. So, I’m going to change that today.” She snickered. “Probably change a few other things to, eh? You see any guy there you know?”
Matilda looked at the group, then nodded sadly. “Ben. We’ve… done things together.” She pointed at a tall, broad shouldered and light haired man who was passing a football back and forth.
“Ah. He seems bright. Real future there.”
"Yeah.’ “He’s in pre-med you stuck up #($@,” she thought, but didn’t say out loud.
“Why don’t you go over him, and pay him a visit? Do your little flirty thing and sit on his lap.”