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Chapter 4 --- Lydia’s breathing came in ragged gasps as the lurking beast approached her from the underbrush. Its dark fur—tainted with mange, and maggots slithering across cavities in its hide—made the young witch’s stomach lurch. Still, it was nothing compared to the nauseating aura of Malice exuding from the creature. It seeped into the ground and foliage surrounding the beast, a veritable miasma of corruption that urged monsters and men alike towards evil and madness. It burned Lydia’s lungs as bile rose in her throat. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to run, to hide. Without her mana to shield herself, she was every bit the helpless, unwilling child. Mere feet from her now, the beast’s breathing fogged the thin but otherwise solid barrier that separated them. Although the canine-like creature—closely resembling a gangly dire wolf—seemed incapable of harming her with its massive claws or jagged teeth, the poisonous influence would. Lydia felt her mind clouding and her breathing even more laboured as her lungs desperately tried to reach for air. She could barely feel the warmth of the trickle that gushed into the thick padding underneath. The last thing she saw were its gleaming golden eyes, revealing something almost pitiful beneath the Malice-induced insanity. It’s…sad? Her world turned dark…until a pair of strong arms scooped her up, and a comforting warmth expelled the Malice that had taken root in her body, shielding her from its influence. She gasped once then twice, breathing in sweet air. “Hold, Vána,” the All-Mother said in a cold, threatening tone, locking eyes with the beast. “By covenant, thou shalt not threaten that which is mine.” Lydia looked towards the giantess with relief and admiration. She could scarcely believe how the overbearing All-Mother could sound so intimidating when needed, relieved anew that her scorn was directed elsewhere. The creature called ‘Vána’ snarled menacingly at the giantess, challenging her to lower the barrier so that it may tear them both to shreds. Lydia whimpered, curling up further into the giant woman’s arms, fearful it might actually try and succeed. The giantess held her ground firmly. “Begone,” she urged, a hint of melancholy in her voice. “There’s nothing for you here. Not anymore.” The beast met her threatening gaze with one last, defying snarl, before it slowly started slinking back into the lurking shadows in the dark thicket. A few moments passed where the two of them remained silent. As the Malice receded, Lydia’s body gave in, her head slumped against the All-Mother’s neck. Her respite was short-lived, however as she heard the woman click her tongue in irritation. “I thought I distinctly told you not to wander off, Lydia,” she scolded. “You could have ended up seriously hurt!” The young witch felt a chill through her whole body, not unlike the fear she experienced moments ago. Gone was the whimsical caretaker who had showered her in tender kisses when she was hurt, and fed her the most delicious breakfast, replaced by a figure of absolute authority. A stern mother. ”Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?” Lydia scrunched her face up, ready to retort. It wasn’t fair! She wasn’t some child in need of tending, she was a powerful witch in her own right! She could have fought back if the All-Mother hadn’t indirectly stripped her magic away. Serissa be damned! What is her problem?! The giantess’s stern demeanour melted away into a look of deep hurt, much like the face of a concerned parent, worrying for the child. Why is she looking at me like that?! Lydia screamed inwardly, feeling herself get heated. This is all her fault! It’s not like I was about to…about too… Lydia started trembling, but not from anger, but of dread. The realization hit her of the grave danger she had been in. That much Malice could have caused irreparable damage to her psyche. The All-Mother might just have arrived in the nick of time. Oh…I almost died back then, didn’t I? A dark pit of dread formed in Lydia’s stomach, causing her to tremble as the tears blurred her vision. “I-I…,” Lydia started hiccupping, mucus leaking from her nose. “I…I didn’t…mean to…” “Oh Ly-Ly,” the All-Mother sighed, stroking the young girl’s head gently. The caring action only made Lydia tear up more. She nuzzled deep into the All-Mother’s embrace. How could she be so warm, so forgiving? “I’m sorry,” she spoke quietly. “I know, baby. I know,” the giant woman replied in a comforting voice. “I should have listened to you.” The caring giantess stroked her gently on the back, carrying her back towards open field and the cottage. Soon they were inside in the comforting home, resting together on the sofa, Lydia still curled up in her arms. Lydia eventually poked her head out from the All-Mother’s arms, looking sheepish. “I shouldn’t have wandered off like that.” The ancient witch gave her a strained smile. “Please don’t ever run away like that again, Ly-Ly. You really scared me.” “I-I wasn’t trying to leave, honest,” Lydia confessed. “I…I just didn’t know.” If it was the complete truth, Lydia didn’t know herself. She had definitely planned for it eventually. The thought that the cube’s influence might just be temporary, or even proximity-based, was a theory worth testing. Perhaps then she could have made a break for it. The transparent barrier had dashed those hopes. She surmised it extended throughout the whole glade, intent on hindering wandering apprentices from getting any ideas. It irked her to no end, yet fascinated her all the same. She wanted to tug at the arcane strings that stretched far into the unimaginable abyss and explore every corner of the phenomena. But it would mean staying and enduring whatever embarrassments the giantess had in store. The thought should mortify her, but evidently it was hard to keep one’s defenses up when you were literally smothered with love and care. “I want you here with me, Lydia,” the All-Mother said, interrupting the young witch’s inner monologue. “Please don’t leave.” The young witch looked up. The sincerity in the large woman’s words tugged at her heartstrings, and made her think back on Goldie’s words. “She truly loves all her babies.” But why? Lydia shook her head. Why does she care? What’s in it for her? It’s all…just too much… The young witch wasn’t sure why her tears started to flow again. Perhaps she was merely exhausted from the day’s ordeals. “Shh, shh. There, there, babygirl,” the All-Mother cooed reassuringly, stroking Lydia’s blond curls out of the way, caressing her cheek. “No need to be sad anymore. Mommy’s not angry with you.” Lydia shook her head. “No…it’s not that,” she began, “I’m…sorry, for making you worry, is all.” “Just don’t make a habit out of it, and we have a deal, sweetie,” she quipped back. Lydia chuckled. Mommy was so silly sometimes. Wait… “There’s my happy girl,” the All-Mother cooed, interrupting the young girl’s thoughts, making her blush slightly. to blush slightly. “No more tears today, okay?” “Mommy’s glad,” she said, abruptly cupping Lydia’s bum, “on that note however…I think someone needs a change.” “What!?” Lydia yelled, her tears instantly drying up. She looked down now registering the squishy and mushy feeling beneath her waist. The All-Mother took a small whiff of Lydia’s body, making the young girl cringe. “And a bath too.” Lydia stared her dead in the eyes. Aww heeell naww—! -------- In the seconds that followed—where Lydia’s hands clung tightly onto the doorframe leading into a giant bathroom that had manifested out of thin air—she had revised her stance regarding the All-Mother. Cyric’s Tits! She’s an absolute nutcase! How could I let myself be taken in like that! “I don’t need you to bathe me! I’ll just take a shower or something!” she said, hanging on for dear life, hands aching with effort. ”You’re not nearly big enough to bathe on your own, Ly-Ly,” the woman parried,”just look how big the tub is. You could drown!” ”Of course it’s big! You’re literally a giant!” ”Cutie, Mommy’s not that big,” the All-Mother cooed, easily prying Lydia off the doorframe, ”you’re just little.” Lydia fumed at the comment that insulted both her height and age. “Just make the bathtub smaller then! I’m sure you could!” But her request fell on deaf ears as she was hoisted up on a big changing table. ‘Mommy’ made short work of the impossible snaps of the onesie and tabs of the thick diaper that had stumped Lydia previously. Soon she was completely naked and gently lowered into an inch-deep bath of warm water. Lydia crossed her arms in defiance, hoping to preserve what little decency she had left, while the giantess rolled up her sleeves and turned on the tap to add more water. “Why do you do that?” “Do what, Ly-Ly?” “You’ll perform certain chores by hand instead of using magic, yet when I’m not looking, my perception of reality has been altered in some way.” “Is that how you interpret it?” Lydia gestured all around her. “Yeah! This room didn’t exist until you decided I needed to bathe..and neither did the gardens for that matter.” Trust me, I checked, she grumbled. “Hmm, I wonder…” the All-Mother trailed off, adding some sweet smelling products into the bath in the meanwhile, “perhaps you’re simply not paying attention to your surroundings as much as you think?” Lydia gave her the stink-eye, but the woman merely smiled sweetly in reply. “No need to look so grumpy, Ly-Ly. I’m sure you’ll realize how Mommy does things eventually.” Lydia wasn’t sure what she was supposed to ‘realize’ exactly. So far everything about the All-Mother and her home had been a complete enigma. “Mhm, alright. I think that’s enough water,” the giantess said, turning off the tap. “Turn around, sweetie. Mommy needs to wash your hair.” Grumpily, Lydia complied. Chances were the All-Mother would just make her move regardless. The woman began pouring water over Lydia’s head with a rinse cup, carefully avoiding her eyes. “Let Mommy know if it stings, baby.” “...I’ll manage,” Lydia replied tersely, but relaxed regardless. The water felt kind of nice, actually. “Just get it over wi—oh!” The woman combed her fingers through Lydia’s hair, applying a coconut-scented shampoo and massaging her scalp. The young witch released her built up tension, going slack. Gods be damned…that feels nice. The All-Mother continued lathering Lydia’s hair, carefully rinsing and repeating until she was satisfied. The young girl sighed in ecstasy, until she saw the giant’s pleased smile. “Okay sweetie. Let’s get your face, tummy and tushie aaalll clean too!” Lydia snapped back from her trance, scooting away. “Uh no. I’ll do that myself.” “It’s not going to hurt, silly girl,” she cooed. ”Wanna bet?” Lydia cupped her hand, ready to strike. The All-Mother locked eyes with her, bar of soap in hand. Had the bar always been there? Who knew? The giant might as well have just picked it up, or materialized one out of thin air. Regardless it caused Lydia to tense up. “Ly-Ly, I’m warning you…” Lydia squinted at her defiantly. “Don’t do—eek!” A wave of bathwater hit the giant witch straight in the face, tiny droplets staining her glasses. “Pff,” Lydia broke into a triumphant smirk, ”serves you right.” As childish as it was, it felt satisfying to give something back. Let it be known that Lydia was a generous soul. The All-Mother stared at her, deadpan. She took off her glasses, wiped them on her black sweater, and put them back on. Her mouth remained a thin line for a moment before slowly curling into a devious smirk. Uh oh… “Come here you naughty thing,” she chuckled darkly, grabbing the girl before she could react, bringing her close. “Someone needs to learn a little lesson, methinks.” Shit! Is she gonna—! “Tickle, tickle!” “Nooooo!” That was even worse than what Lydia imagined. Powerless and humiliated, the large woman cornered all of her weak spots, causing her to cry and laugh hysterically. “Nooo! Mercy! Mercy!” Lydia squealed. “Say my name!” “A-All-Mother, please stop!” “Nuh uh,” she scolded, torturing Lydia’s feet. “What’s my name?” “...Mommy, please!” she said through gritted teeth. “Please what, babygirl?” She poked Lydia’s ribs. “Stop tickling me, Mommy! Please!” “You’re going to let Mommy clean you up? No shenanigans?” The giantess poked her sides again for good measure. “YES!” she yelled. “No shenanigans, Mommy. Promise!” “Good enough for me,” she said, stopping her onslaught. Completely exhausted, Lydia sighed, slumping down in the bathtub, offering no resistance to the All-Mother’s invasive hands, scrubbing her from head to toe. The young woman would never admit to anyone that it felt absolutely incredible. In time, Lydia found herself dry and back on the changing table. Before protests could be made, she was already taped into her second diaper, which felt as soft and fluffy as the previous one…and just as impervious. The young witch rolled her eyes. She was already over this, shifting back into feeling annoyed from the humiliation she continued to receive. It’s just the status quo for now, she told herself. At least until I can convince Momm…that infuriating ogre otherwise. What Lydia did not expect, was the cotton dress the All-Mother draped over. It was cream-coloured with puffy sleeves and very light and easy to move around in. Unfortunately, the slightest movement would accentuate the big diaper underneath. “Really?” “Cute right?” the giant woman said, oblivious to Lydia’s snark. “Mommy’s got a friend next town over who’s made clothes for aaaalll of her babies in the past. You don’t mind borrowing a hand-me -down for now? You’ll get your own soon.” "…Uh-huh, sure thing,” Lydia replied. Sometimes it was just best to tune out the crazy. Like when her classmate Jenna had rattled on and on about their obsession with a particular romance series back in the academy. Lydia sighed. What she wouldn’t give to endure one of those conversations rather than this humiliation. She gave the hem of the dress a tug. Well, at least it doesn’t squeeze the padding into me…better than being naked, I suppose. “Alright babygirl,” the All-mother said, picking her up. “Mommy has some things to take care of, so you’re going to have a little playtime by yourself. Yay!” “...Awesome,” Lydia deadpanned. Back in the nursery, she was gently let down onto the playmat. “Toys are in the chest,” Mommy prompted, “put them back when you’re done, okay?” Lydia threw a glance at the chest, and then back at the All-Mother. As if almost reading her mind, she gave her an assuring smile. “They aren’t all like the Runebox, but I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like.” Oh, so that’s what it’s called. Lydia saw it lying next to the chest on a drawer. Yeah, she wasn’t touching that anytime soon. “Okay play nice honey. See you in a bit.” the All-Mother stepped out of the room. Finally alone, Lydia flopped onto her back, cushioned by the fuzzy playmat. What a day…and it’s not even lunchtime. Feels like I’ve been here forever. Huh, time really does slow down when your life is in danger, she chuckled weakly. Her thoughts went back to ‘Vána’ and their encounter near the forest. She could barely wrap her head around it. How could something radiate so much Malice, and why did it—albeit reluctantly—listen to that woman? That creature is a mystery, much like the All-Mother. Didn’t she also say ‘by covenant?’ So they have some sort of contract? Curious. I’ll have to ask her about it later. Lying on her back with merely her own thoughts lost its novelty to Lydia after a while. She figured maybe she could get a hold of her sCryphone at least, but it was nowhere to be found in the nursery, and even then, there was no guarantee she would able to use it. Eventually, she turned her attention towards the toy chest. While apprehensive, curiosity got the better of her. She strolled over to the toy box, opened it and peered inside. Weeell…if they’re not the same as the cube, maybe it’ll be fine? I’ll just have to be extra careful and not get carried away. A strange, wooden rectangle with a raised section, beautifully painted in various pastel colours, was the first thing that caught her eye. Lydia dismissed it as particularly childish, and reached in, brushing it aside to dig deeper. An electrical sensation shot through her arm the moment she touched it, urging her to reach out with her mana to experiment. Figures. This one is special too…Alright then…what makes you tick? She grabbed and pulled it out, giving it a once-over. It had some odd knobs with different symbols that she didn’t recognize. Lydia tried the leftmost one. Physically it refused to move, prompting her instead to reach into her reserves, guiding strings of arcane energy to interact with the knob. Hmm, it’s not as complex as…what did she call it again? The Runebox? She fiddled around, tugging at the magical structure woven into the supposed toy, poking and prodding. The young witch curbed her expectations regarding the result it would produce, simply letting herself engage in the challenge of it all. Okay, if I channel some through here, pushing this outward while maintaining a steady flow at all times… Lydia must’ve spent about ten minutes fiddling with the thing, all the while making sure she wasn’t suffering from any weird side-effects. You know…this isn’t a bad workout…hmm I think I almost got—! “Quack!” A brightly colored duck popped out from a socket, corresponding to the knob she had chosen. The girl stared at the toy for a moment, before setting it down beside her. “...I don’t even know what I expected,” Lydia said, in a faraway voice. An animal pop-up toy requiring you to juggle with your mind before giving you the satisfaction of animal vocalisation, she analyzed in her head, trying to stay sane. What a novelty… “Having fun, Ly-Ly?” Lydia looked back to see the All-Mother standing there with a dopey smile on her face. A big bag was slung across her shoulder. “Oh, yes…so much,” Lydia snarked. “I’m glad,” she said, sitting down, patting her lap. “Come over here for a second?” “Do I have to?” “Pretty please?” the woman said, pouting her lips. The padded girl rolled her eyes at the display, but sauntered over. “What’s up?” “Just want to fix your hair, Ly-Ly,” she said, brush in hand. Lydia subconsciously drew her hand to a lock of her blonde hair. They were an absolute nightmare to tame if they stayed frizzy like this. “Okay, I guess.” The giant woman didn’t dally and carefully began unknotting Lydia’s hair, making sure she was as gentle as possible. “Did you know?” the witch said in a low voice, her silvery hands working their way through the girl’s hair. “This is one of Mommy’s favourite things to do.” “Mmmhm?” Lydia said absentmindedly, feeling her worries melt away. “I guess I just want to say. Thank you, Lydia. For putting up with it,” she said solemnly. The young woman wasn’t sure where this was coming from. It almost felt like a different version of the All-Mother altogether. Someone who wasn’t completely crazy. “...You’re welcome?” The giantess just hummed in reply as she kept working. Lydia could feel her hair being parted in the back and then tied up. She felt around at the sides of her head. Pigtails, really? She stood up, slightly annoyed. “Was that everything then?” “Yup!” Lydia looked over with curiosity to the big, beige bag that now laid beside the giant. It was completely filled to the brim with…something. “What’s that for?” Lydia pointed. “Hmm? Mommy packed a few supplies before heading into town.” “Okay, have fun,” the young witch shrugged dismissively. If the All-Mother was leaving for a few hours, she could perhaps try and break the seal on her spellcasting. She started toddling away. And maybe figure a way out of here that doesn’t involve going through the forest again… “Silly baby! You’re coming with Mommy,” she cooed, grabbing the hem of the dress, stopping a confused Lydia in her tracks. “...” “...” “...What?” -
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She was 20, and her mum was a bit older – I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already dead. I’m sure you know Charlotte – that’s what she calls herself now – but I’ve got so much on at the moment that I can’t really be bothered to think about it. I’m looking forward to seeing how things go
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