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Author's Note: Hello there, and welcome to the second entry in a series of ABDL-themed superhero stories. This is meant to be connected to my previous story, Real Heroes Wear Diapers: The Diapered Avenger. ..... To be perfectly honest, I'm still not entirely used to this. Recently, I've been through some... changes, for lack of a better word, and I'm not sure how I feel about them. On the one hand, I've been able to do some great things, and I feel like I'm making the world a better place. The only problem is the downsides are kind of... okay, they're really embarrassing. My name is Katie Mystikerin, and this is my story... An Unusual Magical Girl: Princess Padding I guess it all started three weeks ago. I'm just your average girl with dark skin and curly hair, and I had just started my senior year of high school. It was in the afternoon, and I was in the middle of some homework when I heard my little sister Alice come into my room. She had a few tears in her eyes. “Sissy, I had an accident...” She mumbled, pointing to the faded print on her Pull-Up. Alice had been potty training for a while, and even though she was almost four, she was still struggling. I got out of my desk and went over to comfort Alice. “Hey, don't worry. It's only one accident. You've been doing a lot better with staying dry and making it to the potty.” I said reassuringly as I took her to the bathroom. “You'll make it to big girl underwear like me someday.” I added while I tore off the sides of Alice's Pull-Up and cleaned her up before taking out a dry one for her to step into. Alice smiled as soon as she was in a fresh Pull-Up. “Thanks, Sissy!” Even though she was having trouble with it, she still didn't want to give up. It was kind of admirable of her. And dealing with her wet Pull-Ups was still better than changing her poopy diapers. Before I could get back to my homework, I noticed a faint glowing outside in my backyard. I made sure Alice stayed inside while I went to check on it. I followed the light and saw it was coming from a... baby rattle? Specifically, a baby rattle being held by a white teddy bear wearing a bow. Looking at the rattle, I noticed some kind of pink rock or gemstone on top. I decided to pick them both up, before I walked back to my house. I was planning to post a picture of the bear and rattle on social media to see who lost these, thinking their kid would be worried sick. I realized it was getting late, so I decided to go to bed. I had to get up early for school tomorrow. Although the rattle kept letting off that bright pink light, I still slept peacefully through the night. When I woke up the next morning, I noticed something was... different. For one thing, the room smelled like baby powder, which I only recognize thanks to Alice and some of the other kids I've babysat in the past. I got up to see if anything else was different, but I noticed something underneath my legs. I thought I had a pillow underneath me, but when I reached underneath my covers, I felt something... plastic instead. I took off the covers, and gasped when I saw what I was wearing. Instead of the panties I was wearing last night, I was wearing a big pink diaper with baby block designs on the front. Why the hell was I wearing this? Was this some kind of prank? Who would do this? I looked at the front of the diaper and noticed a yellow spot. I poked the front and... yep. I had used this thing. I had so many questions to ask. I brushed that thought out of my mind as I got out of bed and walked (though it felt like more like I waddled) over to my dresser for another pair of panties. When I opened the drawer, my eyes widened as I only saw pairs of socks and bras and not a single pair of panties to be seen. Before I could think about my situation any more, my dad came into the room. “Morning Katie.” He said as he walked over and placed a hand on the front of the diaper I was wearing. I naturally slapped his hand away. “Dad, what the hell?” I asked, understandably pissed. My Dad just looked confused by what I did. “I'm just... checking your diaper, like your mother and I do every day. Are you okay?” “Why am I wearing a diaper?” I asked the obvious question. My dad still looked confused. “Because you need them? This wet diaper sort of answers your question.” He added as he poked the front of the diaper, only making me feel more uncomfortable. “Let's get you changed.” He said as he pointed to a changing table in the corner of my room. I'm honestly surprised I didn't notice that earlier. Before I could really protest, my Dad managed to pick me up and laid me down on the changing table. He untaped the diaper and I instinctively covered my... you know. My Dad simply moved my hands away before he took out a couple baby wipes to start cleaning me up. I was caught off guard by how cold the wipes were. It really made me realize why Alice used to squirm around a lot when I had to change her. My Dad then took out a container of baby powder and started to sprinkle it all over my rear and privates. I really didn't get why he was being so casual about this. All I wanted was for this whole process to be over. My Dad took out a new diaper with unicorns on the front and unfolded it before sliding it underneath me. He soon taped it up and ran his finger through the legholes to check for leaks. After that, he playfully patted the front to signify he was done. “Alright, go get ready for school. Breakfast is almost ready.” He said as he left the room. With that, I was left alone, naturally confused by what just happened. So somehow, I'm wearing diapers again, and my Dad thinks I need them. I really couldn't think this would get any weirder. And that's when the teddy bear I found yesterday started to talk. “Hello there, Princess!” “WHAT THE FU--” ..... What did you think of the first chapter? I wanted to start with a different approach than my last story, which is why there's more focus on the diapers to start with. Next time, there will be more exposition by the talking teddy bear in question, and it'll definitely be longer than this chapter. Any kind of feedback on how I can improve is welcome. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

(before i start, i would like to say that this story is based on a dream i had and shared on Deviant art. a fan of mine made their own verion based on that orignal dream idea. if you like this story, and would like to see someone elses interpataion of it, please check out this link! https://www.deviantart.com/crissiebaby/art/Fantasy-Dust-Pt-1-882829623 It was a nice hot sunny day as the final bell for school just rang and signaled the start of summer. Most were excited that school was over. Some were already dreading the summer school they would need to do. But for 2 young men, something special waited just for them. “Hello?” David asked as he walked into a classroom. He reserved a letter asking him to come to the room to discuss something important. His friends all said that it had to be a love letter and that he had to go alone to get confused too. But the classroom seemed empty. Even as he walked further inside and the door closed behind him, he couldn't see anyone. Suddenly someone jumped up from behind a teacher's desk and blew glittery dust all over David! “What the hell!” David shouted as they coffed and fanned the dust away to look at who did it. It was just some nerdy-looking guy David did not know. “What the hell man, is this some type of joke?” David shouted as he realized he was just pranked and got his hopes up for nothing. ”Are you looking to get your ass kicked?” “You can try, but with that small week body I dont think you can do much.” the nerd said with a slightly nervous grin. This made David mad as he charged at the nerd and swung a punch at his face, but somehow only managed to punch his chest and hurt his own hand! “OW!” David yelled in surprise as he looked at his hand. He was never the biggest or strongest, but even he was sure he could beat us some nerd with glasses. “BWHAHAHA!” the nerd shouted in laughter. “I can’t believe it! It worked! That genie I found wasn't lying to me!” “W-what the hell are you laughing about?” David asked confused when he heard genie. “Oh yesterday when I was cleaning the library, I found this old dusty book hidden behind a shelf when I brushed away the dust and opened it, a Genie popped out. It gave me some magic dust to use on someone to “change their reality.” the Nerd told David as he held up the book. “And looking at you now, it clearly worked.” That's when David finally noticed he had gotten a little smaller and his body was now very skinny. “What the hell!” David shouted in fear. “Why the hell are you doing this to me!?” “Oh, actually I meant to leave that note on your friend’s desk. He was the one to bully me in middle school. But I guess I mixed the desks up. And since your already here, I decided to still test the dust out on you first.” “This is fucking crazy! Im out of here!:’ David yelled as he tried to run away from the nerd. “You're not going anywhere. You're going to do everything I say. Stating with bending over that desk.” the nerd commanded. Suddenly, it was as if his body was moving on its own, David spun around and walked over to a student's desk, and bent his self over the table. “Humm, I guess making you scrawny also means you have such a flat body. It's like you make a perfect right angle. Dont worry, if I give you a feminine body, that should fix that.” the nerd said with glee as David's body changed again. Parts of David's skinny body filled out and such as his hips, thighs, ass, and even his chest! If you didn't know any better, you would think David was just some cute tomboy! And the nerd had a great view of David's small round and firm ass. “I swear once im back to normal im going to break your body to where you'll never see a bathroom again!” David threatens the nerd. But the nerd just grinned at the new idea he just had. “Doesn't sound so convincing from the one who gets turned on warring a toilet.” David looked at the nerd in confusion until he suddenly felt very turned on when his underwear became fluffier? “Why dont you show me what's in your pants.” the nerd said as David finally stood up and unbuttoned his pants. His pants fell to the floor and revealed he was now warring a large-sized pink princess pullup! To make it worse, the front was bulging out and making it obvious he was erect. “Isn't that cute? Your mommy must have put you into the pink one since it was already hard to tell you were a boy anyway.” the nerd commented. With horror, David watched as the bulge in his diaper began to shrink. He could still feel himself rock hard and horrny, but his dick was now so small the bulge in the diaper was barely noticeable now! “What the fuck!” David screamed out in shock and horror. “Aww dont be too sad. At least you can enjoy wetting that diaper.” the nerd says as he watches David's face change from fear to confusion as he began wetting the diaper. Why was he enjoying wetting a diaper!? David thought to himself as he tried his best not to and fight the changes. That's when the nerd grabbed the front of the diaper with his hand and gave it a light squeeze. David grabbed onto the nerd's arm with both of his hands. “S-stop that!” David shouted. Too weak to resist. “What do you mean? You're the one enjoying my hand,” they said with glee right in front of David as David then looked down. He was now humping his wet diaper on the nerd's hand! David tried to fight it, but he couldn't stop his body! His arms wouldn't let go of the nerds and were used to help David hump more! The nerd was enjoying every moment as he watched David loos himself and moan in pleasure. Even as the nerd tried to raise his hand, David's crotch world follow. Even getting on his tippy tows just to continue humping. “Why dont you show me the training bra you're so proud of.” the nerd said as he raised David's shirt to reveal a pink child's training bra with little harts where his nipples would be. David's breasts weren't that big, but that's what made it even cuter. David’s moans only intensified as the nerd began to fondle his new breasts before squealing as the nerd pinched his nipple. “You must really love that diaper if you're already cumming from such a short time playing with it.” the nard comments as David’s body suddenly jerked back and smashed his crotch into the nerd’s hand as he had the most mind-blowing orgasm he had ever had! After 30 seconds of shaking and cumming, David's legs turned into jelly as he finally collapsed onto the floor panting. “Im so glad you enjoyed your fun. But now it's time to return the favor” the nard says as he unzips his pants and reveals his hard-on. David couldn't even think strate as his body just leaned forward with his mouth open and excepted the nard inside. “Show me why they call you the best cock sucker in the whole school.” the nard commands as David suddenly began to give the beard the best (only) blow job he had ever had! David didn't know how, but he was able to do things with his mouth he didn't know was possible! It was as if years of experience were suddenly in his head! “Oh god! This is too good! Im already cumming! Thake it all you cock hungry slut! Enjoy your favorite meal!” the nard shouts as he came right into David's mouth. David could not describe the taste in his mouth, but he knew he had to savor it and get as much of it as possible. Before the nard could pull out, David grabbed his legs and put the nard's whole cock into his mouth, and sucked out any and all cum that was still left inside before letting it pop out of his mouth. The nard happily watched as David enjoyed his treat before swallowing it all. “Now what do you say to daddy?” the nerd asked. “Thank you for the treat daddy,” David said happily with a smile on his face as his mind nearly broke just then. The nerd screamed out with laughter. “I still can't believe all of this worked! But dont worry little one, you will have your friend joining you soon.” the nerd says happily as he began to pull his pants back up and heard a crinkle. “huh?” The nerd looked down at his still unbutton pants and could see his underwear was changed out for a pink diaper. “What the?” the nerd said as he then noticed his chest growing slightly and his body changing! “What's going on!” “The wish has been fulfilled.” said a booming voice as the book the nerd was holding earlier opened and a large genie popped out of it. “This isn't what I wished for!” the nard shouted as his body continued to change.” you said you would grant me the power to change anyone into what I wanted!” “That is what I said.” the genie says. “You can change anyone into what YOU wanted. you were granted 30 minutes to change anyone. But once the time was up, you would get what YOU wanted. The beard had a look of horror on his face as he realized the word game the genie had used. “I think I understand how it works,” David said as the nerd spins around to see David standing up. Back to normal, and very pissed. “Hey genie, can I get that same wish?” “Yes.” the genie said as it gives David the same dust the nard had used earlier. The nerd’s diaper was already being soaked as he tried to run away. But David easily pulled the light sissy nerd back and blew the dust into his face. “NO!” the nerd screamed before coffing and fearing what was to come. “Dont worry, im not going to be as terrible as you were. In fact, let's fix that “little” problem in your diaper.” David tells the nerd. Immediately the nerd’s diaper began to bulge out nearly a foot long! The diaper he was wearing was just barely staying together. The nerd was speechless as he stared down at his new huge cock! “Why are you just staring at it? Go on, touch it. When it gets this big it just needs to be milked.” David says as he sits down in a chair to watch the show. With one hand, the sissy reached into their diaper to start stroking themselves while the other hand rubbed the tip of their dick through the socked diaper. their hips rocking back and forth as the pleaser in their dick rises. “What a lovely body you have. You must have a great morning workout to get a lean and town body like that.” David said as the sissys small and skinny body began to get a little muscular and toned. But the nerd didn't even notice as they were too busy getting ready to cum inside their diaper! “HHHHHH!” the nerd moaned loudly as their body shook and came right into the already wet diaper. “Daddy, im coming!” “Oh? I guess that part also backfired on you.” David says as he checks the time. “Well baby girl, we still got time left, and you know just coming once or twice is never really enough for you.” Despite already coming, the sissy still felt the urge to come even more! “Stop!” David tells the sissy just before they could start stroking once more. “Why dont you show me just how flexible you are.” Without any hesitation, the sissy knew what to do and layed down on the ground and swung their lower body over their head. The sissy's long cock freely swung above their face and still dripped some cum. Still, without hesitation, the sissy began to give themselves a blowjob using all the skills they had. “Look at you go,” David commented as they watched. But the sissy was no longer listening. They were too focused on the treat in front of them and nothing would stand in the way of that. “Looks like you can't hear me anymore. Oh well, our time is almost up but I still got a few ideas to do first.” David tells the sissy as they tried to plan out how to do this right. ”thanks to great investments, you are well off in life. Nice car, home, and job. You especially like the house because it has everything you and your lover could ever need.” Looking at the clock, David could see he was almost out of time. But lucky for him, it looked like Sissy was also just about to finish. “That's it, Sissy, show daddy why you love that cock so much,” David said as the Sissy finally came. The sissy's eyes grew wide as they squealed delighted as so much cum filled their mouth! All of which they happily swallowed. When their body fully collapsed onto the ground, the sissy was panting from it all. “Oh baby,” David called. “Are you forgetting something?” Sissy turned their head to see David naked. The moment Sissy saw Daddy's cock, she imiditly became hungry for more. She got onto her hands and knees and crolled her way to Daddy and began sucking his delicious dick. “Such a good sissy,” David tells them as they counted down the last few seconds. 3.2.1. “MMMMMMM!” sissy squealed as daddy's cock suddenly got much bigger and filled her entire mouth and throat before giving her tummy another large dose of yummy cum! David watched as his little Sissy enjoyed his new cock while everything else about them changed. Sissy was back to being small and thin, while David suddenly got toned and stronger. Small memories of his family's investments and how he was able to own his own home and starts his new job next week. Almost everything David could ever ask for. But there was one other thing he wanted. And now that the magic was gone, he could finally get it. David pulled himself out of the sissy's moth. “Turn sound and Show daddy your soggy bum,” David commanded. Sissy did just as daddy commanded and turned around. her face on the ground and her butt in the air just for daddy. David gave the wet diaper a few good pats before he pulled the diaper down. Her dick was no bigger than an oversized clit and was very had to notice. But that didn't matter as daddy grabbed and spread both of sissy’s butt checks and poked her quivering butt hole with his massive daddy cock. “NO!” Sissy suddenly yelled in fear! “You're too big daddy! You'll break my butt if you go inside me!” “You shouldn't worry Sissy, you wear a diaper all the time already.” Daddy sais as he gose in. Sissy squeals out in pain, and lust as her ass is spread wide to take in all of daddy! And daddy made sure he would put it all into her. he wasn't even halfway in when sissy began cumming from her clit all over the floor. “You tried to break me earlier. Well, let's see if I can break you without any magic.” David tells his sissy before raming the other half of his cock inside. “HAAAAAAA!!!!” Sissy screamed as daddy fucked her sissy ass. stretching and breaking it to where she would always need her diaper. but that didn't matter anymore. as her screams of pain turn to moans, she knew the only thing her butt would be good for was messing her diaper and pleasing her daddy. "Daddy! give me more! come in me more!" the genie watched with a smile as his two former masters were happy with their wishes as Daddy came inside his little sissy slut.

This is the first story I'll be posting here and I'm really excited to share what I've written! This is an ongoing story that looks at the intersection of identity, healing trauma, and regression through the lens of a newly awakened mage in a modern magical setting. - Vi Dark Rattle: Chapter 1 - Shadows (cw: gender dysphoria, familial trauma) Dark shadows draped the interior of a young mage’s cluttered studio apartment as the sun began to set. The mage lay motionless in bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing the night would come quicker. He held in his hands a strange object, resembling a ceremonial drum with a gourd tied around the stretched leather surface like a hybrid percussion stick and rattle. “You’re my ticket to a better life. Don’t disappoint me, or I will break you apart.” The mage whispered towards the relic in his hands. A small sound of beads moving slightly emanated from the device in response as a ray of sunlight spread across the bed from the sinking sun. The mage grinned wildly and began to speak once more. “The broker who sold you to me claims you are a spiritual tuner. I hope they’re right. I’ve been living in squalor with Jacob for almost a year now and I still haven’t had my awakening. I can perform parlor tricks at best.” The sound of rattling once again filled the room and the young mage began to shake with anger. “I’ve done everything Jacob has told me, I’ve severed the ties to my former life, I’ve moved into this shit apartment with him, and I’ve done all of his stupid rituals for nothing! I’m tired of it! I will become a modern practitioner of magic on my own terms, at my own pace! Fuck Jacob!” The rattling became stronger and a single thump of the drum responded to the last exclamation. It was then that the mage smiled wickedly and let out a cackle as his grasp on the relic tightened. “Yes! You understand! This is my journey and you will be the first tool of many I use to surpass Jacob and all the other snobbish mages that look down on me. Together we won’t hear another lecture of caution or of patience! Oh no, we’ll finally get the praise we deserve.” The rattling intensified and only stopped when footsteps in the hallway outside the apartment came to stop outside the door. With a quick jerk, the relic was shoved under the pillows beneath the mage, who then pretended to wake from a nap as his roommate entered the apartment. “Yo. You fall asleep while meditating again? Remember what I told you: focus is key.” Jacob said as he shut the door behind him and set down a handful of takeout bags on the crowded counter near the fridge. “And what gives with the dishes? I thought I asked you to clean them while I was at work?” “Jacob, I am not your maid. I’m here to learn what I need to and then move on with my journey as a mage.” “You might not be my maid, Andy, but you are my roommate until you learn to wield the power within you. And, since you’ve taken the longest out of anyone I've helped awaken to their powers, the least you could do to repay me for my trouble is to help out around the apartment.” Jacob retorted as he stuffed his takeout into the fridge. “You make it seem like I’ve done nothing to help you, Master. ” “Ew, cool it with that master and apprentice nonsense, this is the twenty-first century not some fake-ass fantasy novel. You’re my friend, not my apprentice. Now look, I got a date uptown and I plan to bring them back home for some good times. Can you promise me you’ll practice the incantations I taught you then find a place to crash tonight?” “Jacob, believe me, by the time you get back here with whatever poor soul you've stuck your talons into I will be long gone.” “Awesome. I’m off then, good luck studying!” Jacob replied after raising an eyebrow at Andy. Andy looked away and muttered an insult under his breath as Jacob sighed and gathered a few belongings into a bag. Andy watched Jacob as he pulled a small piece of chalk from his bag. With a flourish and a few words of power, he drew an outline of a rectangle into the air and in a flash it assumed the form of a door. Jacob smiled and waved goodbye to Andy who simply turned his head away, feigning indifference as Jacob opened the door and stepped into an alleyway in another part of the city. As the door shut behind Jacob, the chalk outline ceased, its glowing aura evaporating in a cloud of dust. Andy produced the relic from under his pillows and placed it flat on his bed before getting up to rummage through the fridge. “Ugh, what a slut. And it's just like Jacob to constantly think of himself and not get me anything! I bet he won’t mind if I take a few bites of his food, he can always conjure more.” Andy chuckled and began scarfing down the food within the small containers. Absorbed in this act of petty vengeance, Andy failed to notice the relic trembling softly as the last ray of light expired during the sun's disappearance from the sky. By the time the thumping noise was audible to Andy, it was already too late. “Hey, what are you doing? I didn’t command you to make noise!” Andy exclaimed through a mouth full of food. As he moved across the apartment to reach his bed, he realized something strange was happening. His foot struck a pile of books on the floor and he fell forward unto the ground, spewing food from his mouth and spilling the takeout container onto the floor. “Fuck!” exclaimed a voice that sounded very different than the one Andy was used to hearing. As the relic began to play a steady beat and the rattling became a vibration that echoed within Andy’s skull, he found it difficult to regain his composure and rise up from the floor. By the time Andy had gotten his feet under him, he realized the bed was almost the same height as himself. He reached out desperately towards the relic, his fingers just barely brushing the rattle as it shook and drummed against itself of its own accord, before he collapsed onto the floor. Visions of dancers in ceremonial garb from an age long past filled Andy’s mind as he writhed in pain, knocking over stacks of books and occult clutter across the apartment. The dancers marched around a blazing fire that seemed to reach up into the twilight sky and lick the strange twinkling stars that had appeared above him. Andy’s mind began to buckle under the weight of his vision and the sound of chanting in a foreign tongue permeated his thoughts. He cried out in pain, but the sound was closer to the screaming of a newly born infant. The stars overhead descended one-by-one into the fire, and Andy saw the body of a small toddler within the flames, being filled with the knowledge and power of the universe. He had just enough time to recognize that this was his awakening, before all conscious thought left his mind. In the middle of the floor, amidst a pile of messy clothing and scattered books lay the newly awakened mage. Their eyes fluttered open and darted around a now unfamiliar landscape. Their head felt as though it were aflame with thoughts that were too complex to understand. They attempted to stand but their body faltered under their effort almost immediately. When taking in their surroundings, the mage quickly realized something was horribly amiss, as they were no longer clothed and they seemed diminutive compared to their surroundings. With horror they held their fingers next to a nearby book and found the spine was bigger than they could hold with one hand. In an attempt to calm themselves they began moving their hands across their body, starting with their face which now had a layer of fat that had not existed just moments prior. A small tuft of hair arose from their scalp, but beyond that they had lost the rest of the hair on their head, including the full beard that had taken them months to grow. A plump roundness of the belly now protruded from beneath their upper torso, and chubby legs stuck out from under their body. With a sudden jerking motion they squished their stomach flat and stared in disbelief at what lay below. “Am I a girl now?” the mage attempted to say, but the words came out in a squished and garbled mess of mewling and gaggling. They explored several other utterances with mounting suspicion and disgust as they realized they could no longer speak coherently. With a sinking feeling, the mage determined that they had somehow become the young infant from their awakening vision. Once more they tried in vain to stand, falling back onto their butt just as soon as they lifted themselves off the ground. They let out a cry of shock and anguish, tears streaming down their uncharacteristically rosy cheeks. The sensations they felt now seemed incredibly vivid and more visceral. The rejuvenation of the body to match their spiritual form was too much to take and revulsion filled them as they realized the consequences of their forced transformation. As the moments passed, they grew more and more upset, their wailing becoming ear splitting and their discomfort growing. It was only when a long gaseous fart erupted from them that they were roused from their sorrow. The discomfort that was stirring within them was more than just disgust at their new form, but a sudden intense urge to vacate their bowels. The mage struggled to stand again, and fell forward onto their hands and knees. They desperately looked around for something to help them stand as they cursed their weak limbs. The mage’s eyes caught sight of the relic atop their bed that now loomed above them like a mountain. They needed to crane their neck all the way back to take in the immense size and shape of the bed, and despair filled them once more. The thought of climbing up to the relic seemed impossible, but they could think of no other way to attempt to undo the magic that had been woven into their body. Magic! That’s it! With a happy giggle that went undetected by the mage, they set to work locating a book of incantations amongst the scattered texts on the floor. The mounting sounds of indigestion shook their body and they quickly crawled over to a thick leather-bound book from the 13th century that contained a number of spells for the young mage to practice. The book had always been one of their favorites as an adult for its beautiful illustrations, a detail which they had kept a secret for fear of being accused of only enjoying the text for its pictures and not its esoteric contents. Upon opening the book the mage was left dumbstruck by the illustrations they now saw. The shapes and lines seemed to move across the pictures of mages conjuring spells and weaving reality. The colors shifted as though animated on the page in hues from unknowable spectra of vivid light. The young mage relished in delight at the discovery that their perception had become altered by their spiritual awakening, and they celebrated their ascension to true magical mastery with a set of adorable cooing noises. They patted the pictures with trusting enthusiasm as the colors and shapes bended to their touch. Only the sounds of their stomach’s imminent need to empty its contents across the floor brought them back to their senses. A wave of repulsion spread out from the mage’s inner sense of self. They questioned their body’s lack of self control and were jarringly brought back to the reality of their situation. If they did not quickly revert back to their previous body they would be utterly lost as their mind continued to regress. The image of them lying in their own shit in the apartment as an infant, when Jacob brought home his latest catch of the night, was too much for the young mage to handle. They would not allow themselves to be the laughing stock of the mage community for the rest of their life. Not after they had sacrificed so much in their journey towards enlightenment! They frantically turned their attention back towards the book to see what spells they could cast to counter or somehow reverse the magical effects of the relic, only to cry out in terror. They stared at the strange runes of the book, reduced to indecipherable blotches. They could not read words in this language any longer as their mind released its grip on rational thought and linear memory. However, simultaneous to this it was also expanding into understanding other abstract and impressionistic memories of their experience from their awakening into true mysticism. Runic symbols from ages long lost flooded their mage's mind like night stars alighting in the sky after the sun has set and before the moon appears to blot out the twilight. They remembered the lives of powerful mages whom they had never heard of prior to their awakening. They were losing the ability to do long division and more advanced mathematics for a wider mental vocabulary surrounding the way the seasons shift from Spring to Summer, a metaphor for their own rebirth that was not lost to them in that moment. Ideas for spells and rituals flooded their mind as the details of the past year became more and more difficult to recall. To center themselves they began the process of casting a spell that came to mind during their period of revelation. They attempted an incantation that they could still remember and awkwardly gestured with their tiny hands to mimic what they had been taught. To their surprise, the incantation finally worked for them and a streak of light materialized in the space between their hands. They willed the color to change and it shifted between brilliant warm hues. Burnt sienna gave way to a rich dark orange and the mage laughed with euphoria at having cast their first spell. The sound of their laughter caught them unguarded, as it pulled at memories lost to them since their early childhood. Brief flashes of their joy in manipulating conjuration and illusion magic as an infant enveloped their mind, and they were left awestruck as the colors of the spell before them flickered violently between different extremes of vermillion and deep sea blue. To their horror they realized that they had cast spells prior to this, as a young infant whose parents were absolutely contemptuous and terrified of their child’s gift. Despite being so young, they remembered long periods, sometimes entire days, when they were locked in their small bedroom in a misshapen crib. They would cast small enchantments and rudimentary spells to comfort themselves, but they were powerless to affect material change to their conditions. Their emotions swirled inside them with the intensity of a violent hurricane. They questioned why their parents could have been so negligent, and at what age they had begun unconsciously suppressing their abilities to receive the affection and love that their parents had starved them of. The streak of color that had been conjured before them evolved once more in hue and saturation to match their distress and formed a weightless blanket around them. A longing had finally been answered with comfort and warmth, and in that moment they briefly forgot the trauma they had endured and the journey they had taken to awaken to their inner truth. The spell allowed them to enter a state of relief, which had they been less distraught they would have been vehemently against. By the time they realized what they had done, there was no changing course. They felt their stomach lurch forward, and before they could physically react, their bowels exploded outwards. They let out a howl as matter poured from their body. In their rejuvenated form they felt a sensation of immense pleasure and satisfaction as their body moved to vacate its waste. However, mentally they were overwhelmingly upset and they tried to give voice to their frustration, but could only muster a yelp that caused drool to slip down the side of their chin. The shame and disgust within them was reflected in the magical blanket of light wrapped around them as it alternated between a jaundiced yellow and a vomitous green. It was then that a thin line of white pierced the air in front and above the mage whose tears were now causing ripples in the floating imagery around them. The resulting door that was carved out of the air allowed Jacob to return to the apartment, carried by a bulky bodied bear of a man. Jacob stroked the man’s chest and pulled at his exposed brown chest hair. Their hopes of time alone were unceremoniously dashed by recognition of a powerful stench. Jacob looked down to find the apartment in complete disarray. His takeout was left smeared across the kitchen counter and the laminate floor beneath it. Books were tossed about across every surface available, many left carelessly open and left together without purpose. An ivory and black jewel encrusted tribal drum with a small attached gourd rattle made a percussive beat that echoed around the room. And in the middle of it all was an infant crying out in despair atop a pile of soiled clothes. "Andy?!" Jacob gasped, slipping out of their midnight lover's arms to reach down to the infant mage and scoop them up into his hands. As Jacob picked the infant up, their minor prestidigitation of light evaporated, revealing their entire new form for both men to observe. "Or should I say… Annie?" A shrewd smile spreading across his face upon examining his roommate's new body. "You didn't tell me you had a tyke. I'm guessing you'd want me gone?" The gruff man behind Jacob remarked, producing chalk of his own. "Oh! Well, this is my daughter Annie! She's a new addition to my life, but I love her very much and she has just made me very proud actually! You wouldn't hold a single father responsible for the mess a talented baby can cause unsupervised—would you?" "Only if that single father agrees to never leave their little girl unattended again! I'm surprised though, Jacob. You never struck me as a parent." The infantile mage squirmed in the hands of their teacher and former roommate. They wanted to puke at the new name they had been given, and yet they felt something else behind their shame. They looked at Jacob with hatred behind tear stained eyes and tried to communicate with them, but only managed a small gurgle. "Don't you worry, Annie. I'm going to get you cleaned up and put you to bed while me and Alexander have some time together." "You still wanna go through with tonight?" "Annie here is a sweet little girl who is up way past her bedtime! With just a bit of magic, she'll be too busy playing poker with Merlin in her dreams to cause any more fuss." "Good. You know, to be honest, I didn't want to give you up to a certain little harlot." Alexander snickered. He then picked the infant mage up from Jacob's hands. The exchange happened so fast that the young mage was too shocked to protest. Jacob lifted a hand and a glowing aura encircled his hands and forehead. Small beads of glowing matter swirled into the air before Jacob as the books were rearranged and the entire room was transformed from a cramped bachelor pad in disarray to a gorgeous spacious apartment with adjoining rooms. With pools of pale fog, dimmed lights, and rose petals swirling around a bed of satin sheets visible in the newly conjured master bedroom, Jacob slowed the transformation spell down and looked to Alexander for approval. Alexander smiled at the sight of the bed and slowly repositioned the infant in his hands into a position on their back in midair, suspended from what seemed like invisible wires. With a quick flourish of his right hand, Alexander conjured a small garment into his grasp. The baby mage struggled against the firm hold of Alexander's magic to no avail as the older mage cleaned and diapered her. Within the mage's mind a battle of conflicting thoughts and sensations arose. Embarrassment and shame swirled against pure delight at being cleaned and wrapped in the smooth satin cloth. The sensation of the cloth tying itself around their body brought forth emotions that had long been forgotten in the mage's mind. Feelings of comfort, security, and love surged inside of them in a way that they had not felt since early childhood. The smooth material of the diaper made them cease their struggling and they absently stuck a thumb into their mouth without realizing they had done so. In their tender reflection a lost memory emerged of being called Annie during their prior infancy. As a young child, the mage's family members had always teased them with the name Annie until they grew into an older and much meaner child. The name originally came about during the period of time when they were still being brought to term, as their mother had insisted she would be giving birth to a girl and had chosen the name Annie for her child. Warm thoughts of being held in the womb and hearing the comforting sounds of their mother whispering the same name that Jacob and Alexander had begun calling them seemed to lull the mage into a trance where they simply laid back and allowed themselves to be overcome with happiness and bliss. New thoughts emerged as they remembered more and more of their early childhood. They had been bullied and called names for being too feminine as a little kid and while these thoughts had once brought intense shame and rage, they seemed to mean nothing to them now. In fact, given their current position, it was comical enough to cause them to giggle. Alexander noticed the infant’s mewling and smiled warmly down at the child. Alexander began tickling the toddler across their stomach and the young mage seemed absolutely delighted with the action. A small voice within them screamed in agony at the situation, but it was growing distant and beginning to recede, lost in the intensity of newfound comforting emotions. The mage found that they could accept that they were a girl now, perhaps even recognize that they were always meant to be a girl, but had been too terrified before to ever consider the possibility. Jacob had often asked them if they were living in their own deception and now it seemed to click in their awoken mind. Yet despite the gradual comfort of the name and change, the image of themselves being diapered was still too much to process fully. The voice that had screamed in defiance came back to the forefront of their mind and they began swinging their hands wildly against Alexander's tickling embrace. The motion was wasted as a deterrent, but the act brought their attention back to their surroundings. They realized that they had lost their opportunity to fight off the diapering, as the material was now snugly slipped into place around their waist. While Annie pawed in futility against the diaper wrapped firmly around their bottom, feeling the satin glide across her skin and begrudgingly releasing a coo of delight, Jacob orchestrated his magic towards the ever growing matter surrounding his hand. In a swift and graceful bow he completed the transformation spell by conjuring a bright pink crib with soft blankets, a mobile of stars and the moon, a teddy to match the crib, and a golden pacifier between his fingers. Seeing this, Alexander waved his hands around Annie and made an exaggerated gasp and exhale which coincided with an invisible force gently rocking Annie over and into their new crib. Jacob placed a hand over Annie and as soon as she opened her mouth to protest and inserted the golden pacifier into her mouth. Annie struggled to remove the pacifier but found herself unable to pry it free. Fighting against the urge to suckle and the exhausted weight under their eyes, Annie looked up towards the mobile and saw both Jacob and Alexander grinning above her. The blankets began to swirl and and swaddle Annie into a cocoon. Despite knowing she was stronger then the blankets, Annie's limbs felt heavier than lead. Alexander moved towards the rose covered bed in the other room, gliding a hand across Jacob's face as they departed from the crib. Jacob blew a kiss after him before turning his attention towards Annie. "Don't think I didn't see your little artifact on the bed. Using a crutch to awaken has consequences, as you are now aware of. If I had known you would be swayed by such folly I would have been more firm in my warnings, but now we are here. Your mind is likely going to change very much now, and you'll need more attention and guidance than you needed before. And don't worry little one, I won't tell a soul you shit yourself when you awakened, so long as someone continues to behave like a good little girl!" Jacob switched on the mobile as Annie tried to speak through their pacifier, to give some indication that they had retained their awareness through their rejuvenation but the pacifier in their mouth clamped their lips firmly around it. Annie watched through a narrow slit between the bars of her crib, as Jacob and Alexander began embracing each other in the doorway to the bedroom. As clothes began to be pulled off, the mages began inciting incantations, conjuring small lights and warmth to spread around their bodies as they entered a state of magical euphoria. They pair moved in synchronized motion into the bedroom and disappeared from Annie's view. She remembered how upset and revolted she had been when she discovered that Jacob was gay. Though as she reflected she began to realize that the emotions within herself were becoming clearer. The longing that existed within her for the power that Jacob could wield magically was not the only reason for their jealousy. The freedom Jacob had as an openly queer man was more sexual liberating then Annie had ever imagined would be possible, especially for herself. Annie's own attraction towards dating men had boiled rage and envy within her since the first string of hook ups that Jacob brought home in the time they had both lived together. Annie felt more tired then she could ever remember being as an adult. As she reached the edge of waking and sleeping, she heard Jacob's voice enter her head and whisper softly, "Rest well little one, you've a new life to live come the next dawn." Annie tried to say they were sorry for the multitude of aggressions and insincerity they had shown their caretaker, and that they felt horrible that they could ever have been so cruel to Jacob, but their thoughts were already drifting towards sleep. Jacob simply smiled from the bed beside his sleeping lover and let the connection between him and Annie cease. He closed his eyes and said in a soft voice, "I know Annie, you're forgiven. I'll tell you a thousand times over if I have to. I'll show you how wonderful this life can be with love and a bit of magic."

The band Damage Limitation are on tour and stopping at a festival. Much to their chagrin they have been set up with a PR opportunity that none of them want. The band's manager, John, finds that corralling a rock band is the hardest part of his job. --- This story update, like all my others, is available on my Patreon one week before it gets posted elsewhere. For a $5 monthly pledge you can see every update I post (one every four days) before everyone else. For $10 you get early access plus access to TWENTY-SIX exclusive stories only available on Patreon. Other rewards and tiers are available and can be found on my Patreon page. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Damage Limitation By Elfy The tour bus rolled down the highway under the blazing sun. The band Damage Limitation were lounging around as the miles of empty countryside stretched out behind them, the tour was really taking a toll on the three-piece band. The group were on their way to the Upload Festival where they would be headlining that night in support of their new album. It was to be the last show before they were to get a well-earned break. In truth tensions within the band were quite high but that was no surprise considering they had been living together in such cramped confines for so long. James, the vocalist and bass player, was sitting at the back of the bus using the video game console. Matt, the guitarist, was furiously scribbling on a piece of paper. He was already starting work on songs for the next album as well as his side project. The drummer, Brad, was at the front of the bus with his feet up and a baseball cap pulled down over his face. Sitting just across from the driver was the band manager. John was looking back at the guys he managed and was just as interested in some time away. Trying to keep these guys from fighting was a full time job. He was hoping for a quiet final day of the tour before heading home to his family. John consulted his planner and reminded himself of an event that was booked for earlier in the day. He closed his eyes and sighed before leaning across to the driver. “We need to make a detour.” John said quietly, “Go to this address.” John left the piece of paper with the driver who immediately started typing the new address into the satellite navigation equipment. John stood up and took a deep breath, he knew that what he had to say would not go down well with the young men strewn around the bus. “Band meeting!” John called out, “Upstairs.” John walked to the upper level of the bus which was filled with equipment. He walked to the front of the bus and sat down, as he heard people coming up the stairs he looked out at the town that was rapidly approaching. The bus sped past a billboard advertising the festival, a picture of Damage Limitation took up a majority of the space. “What’s up?” James asked as he sat down on one of the chairs and put his feet up. “Let’s wait till everyone’s here.” John replied. “That doesn’t sound good…” James chuckled as he leaned back and pulled out his phone. Matt was the second person up the stairs. He didn’t say anything but sat down on a speaker opposite the singer and continued scribbling notes without looking up. Not long after he sat down he shook his head and scribbled out some lines. “Writing our next hit?” James asked as he glanced up from the phone, “Please no octave changes this time. You’re killing me, dude.” “I’m writing something acoustic for my solo stuff.” Matt replied. “That’s good because John’s kicking you out of the band.” James replied with a snide smile. “He’s… what!?” Matt finally looked up from his paper to see James laughing and John shaking his head. “No one is getting kicked out.” John said quickly, “We just have to make an unexpected stop.” “Asshole.” Matt muttered to James before turning back to his paper. Brad finally trooped up the stairs half a minute later. He was yawning and quickly slumped into the seat nearest him. He leaned his head against the window and motioned for John to get on with it. “Alright, now that everyone’s here…” John started, “I wanted to let you all know there is a publicity event booked before the show tonight.” “More autographs?” Brad sighed, “You know how I feel about that.” “Yes, I know.” John replied, “You think it affects your drumming…” “More like it affects his jerking off.” James interjected with a laugh that no one shared. “Fuck you, James.” Brad replied without missing a beat. “Guys, knock it off.” John said as he briefly put his hand up to his forehead, “There won’t be many autographs. You’re going to be visiting a day care at the festival site for some pictures, maybe you’ll help out a bit and th-” “A day care!?” James scoffed, “Count me out.” “It’s the record labels idea.” John said, “They want you to do it so you’ll have to do it.” “That’s bullshit.” James argued. “You have to admit it’s not very rock and roll.” Matt said as he looked up again, “Like, I thought we were trying to make some hard hitting music that makes a difference.” “More like some hard hitting money.” Brad said lazily, “I’ve got a mortgage to pay off.” “Just get cleaned up.” John said, “We’ll be there in about half an hour and I need you all to be presentable for the press. You know you have to keep the suits happy if you want to get your bonus.” With general murmurs of discontent the three band members left to go back downstairs. John reminded himself it was just one more day before he could get a break, he just had to get the band through this last day of the tour. --- The bus pulled in to the festival car park and finally came to a stop. No one on board seemed particularly eager to get off but the roadies from other vehicles came on to start offloading equipment. James was chewing on some bubble-gum as he looked out of the window at the general hubbub outside the bus. He could hear a band on the main stage playing a song but they didn’t sound very good. James never really socialised with other bands, he didn’t mind doing it but it always seemed like other bands avoided them. He supposed his incessant pranking and joking might be the reason but if they couldn’t handle a little bit of fun that wasn’t his problem. “Yo, wake up.” James said as he threw a guitar pick across the aisle at Brad who was sleeping again. “Wha…” Brad slowly looked up in confusion, “Where are we?” “We’re at the festival.” James said, “John’s just gone off to work out where we’re going.” Brad nodded and stretched but soon leant back against the window. He didn’t fall back to sleep but he wasn’t doing much either. Matt was sat on the seat behind him taking a break from writing but not from work, he was listening to some other music. He called it research to see what other bands were doing but his bandmates called it an excuse to goof off. Matt always thought it was rich for them to say that though since it always seemed to be him that was doing the work for the band. James looked back out of the window to see John jogging back across the car park and on to the bus. He had a bunch of contracts and papers and looked a little rushed. He put his paper down on the vacant driver’s seat and looked around. “Good, you’re all here.” John said slightly breathlessly. “Where else would we be?” James asked sarcastically, “It’s not like we’re allowed to have fun or anything anymore.” “James you knew that when you signed the contract with the label you would have responsibilities and…” John began. “Whatever, dude.” James said with a dismissive wave of the hand, “What’re we doing?” “OK, well you aren’t due out on stage for quite a while and there are one or two things lined up for you beforehand.” James explained, “The nursery is waiting for us as we speak so if you are all ready to go.” “I’ve been so excited to do it.” James jumped to his feet in mock excitement and clapped his hands annoyingly. He couldn’t have been more sarcastic if he tried. “Try to tone the sarcasm down before you see the children.” John sighed with exasperation as the three band members filed past him and off the bus. The three uninterested band members followed John across the car park. The area over the fence was very loud, music intermingled with excited cheers and fairground noises as the classic atmosphere of a rock and roll festival. The backstage area was a lot less hectic although festival workers were hurrying to and fro getting things and people ready. The logistics of a festival must be a nightmare, they all thought as they walked through the area. “Well if it isn’t “Music Limitation.”” Shouted a condescending voice from a chair just in front of a large trailer. The band looked around and collectively groaned in disappointment. James let out a string of expletives under his breath as he saw a familiar but unwanted figure. “No one told me Chad would be here” Matt said with a grimace. Chad stood up and started walking over to the members of Damage Limitation. Chad was very well acquainted with the band having been their original lead singer until the band kicked him out for being too much for them to handle. He was now the singer of a different band that were starting to get some momentum behind them, Rose’s Thorn. “What do you want?” Brad asked rather aggressively. Even the usually laid back drummer was less than happy to see the former singer. “Chill out guys.” Chad said with a smirk as he swaggered forwards drinking from a bottle of beer, “Just happy to see my old friends. I hear you’re on babysitting duty.” “Well… Our label’s making us…” Matt muttered as the others scowled. “Aww, mommy and daddy at the label sending you out to babysit for extra pennies?” Chad laughed, “No shame in that. You like doing what people in suits tell you, I prefer to have freedom to do whatever I like.” “Guys, come on. No point standing around out here…” John rolled his eyes as he tried to move his band away from the potential flashpoint. As the band started following their manager away from Chad and towards the nursery they heard Chad clearing his throat and calling out. “I don’t suppose you’ve had a chance to listen to my group’s new album?” Chad asked, “Tales from a Lifer it’s got great reviews and just went platinum.” None of the band members turned around but James threw up a middle finger over his shoulder to show Chad what he thought of him. The other band members chuckled. “I have heard that album.” Matt admitted when they were out of earshot, “I listened to it for research.” “Was it good?” James asked. “Yeah.” Matt replied with a sigh, “Really good.” “Damn…” James said before swearing some more. The nursery that the band was visiting was in a semi-permanent building in a secluded area that anyone with a ticket could access. It was quiet and away from the stages, a perfect place to leave your kids before going out to spend the day rocking and rolling. John led the way around to the day care making sure to enter the back way so that they didn’t get mobbed by fans. “I need you all to smile and be happy.” John said as they approached the day care door. “That’s great.” James said with the fakest smile he could muster, “Because I’m ecstatic to be here!” “Could you try not being an ass for five minutes?” Matt said as he rolled his eyes, “None of us would choose to do this but we might as well make the most of it.” John opened the door to a colourful room full of little kids ranging in age from just babies to younger kids. There were a few helpers running around trying to keep them out of trouble and a few photographers that had arrived shortly earlier for those publicity shots the label were so desperate for. As the cameras started flashing the band members all did their best to smile. The kids all cheered on command when prompted by their guardians and the person operating the single video camera gave the “OK” symbol with his fingers. “We’re getting some good stuff…” John muttered, “Go mingle with the kids.” The band members would’ve all preferred to turn around and leave now that their pictures were taken but they did as they were told and split up amongst the children. For the next half an hour the band did their best to appear interested as they talked to the children about their games. “Nearly time to go.” John said after checking his watch, “Just one last thing to do.”

Terry and Sally have been friends for a long time but are known somewhat as troublemakers. Terry is not short of money thanks to a large inheritance and lives a life of pleasure. Whilst taking a horseback ride through a forest Terry knew from his youth the pair find a clearing he rememberes with one very large difference... --- If you like this story or any of my other works please consider visiting my Patreon page where you will find a lot of stories and things For a $5 subscription you will get to see every update I post (one every four days!) a week before everyone else. For $10 you get early access and TWENTY FOUR exclusive stories only posted to my Patreon page! There are other tiers and rewards available and they can all be seen on my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- The Cave By Elfy Terry smiled widely as he looked out at the trees that surrounded him on all sides. He was bouncing up and down slightly as he sat in the saddle of a large black stallion that was currently taking him through a small trail in the woods. He reached up to adjust his riding helmet slightly as it slipped down over his eyes. He looked around behind him to see his companion and friend who looked just as happy as her. Sally was a novice rider but she was having a great time riding through the forest. She was a great lover of nature and she was very glad that her friend had talked her into this. She had never thought about riding a horse before but now that she was trying it she was loving it. Her smaller white horse was very calm as it walked along behind Terry’s horse. Both of the riders were 25-years-old and they had known each other since they were children. There were no romantic feelings between them, they felt almost like siblings to each other. They spent a lot of time together and this warm Saturday afternoon was no different to a lot of other days. Not everything was sunshine and roses for Terry and Sally though. The two friends were quite ostracised from the small town they lived in. They were seen as troublemakers by a lot of people and it was a tag that neither of the horse riders would deny. They didn’t like small town life and despite being in their mid-twenties they hadn’t really grown up. Petty vandalism was their favourite pastime when they were bored, never anything to get themselves in a lot of trouble but enough to annoy the other townsfolk. Terry and Sally were able to live such lives of leisure thanks to the windfall Terry had received when his parents had died. Terry’s mom and dad passed away unexpectedly several years before and Terry was the sole beneficiary. They weren’t super rich but enough money passed to Terry to stop him having to worry about money for some time. Sally, as Terry’s best friend, was only too happy to live off the spoils as well. They felt like they could do whatever they liked and then buy their way out afterwards, much to the chagrin of the rest of the town they were usually proven right. “Hey, can we stop for lunch soon?” Sally called from behind Terry, “This horse is really chafing me.” “Sure, there’s a place just up ahead.” Terry replied. The two adults continued on the path with the horses slowly trotting through the small gap in the trees. Terry led his horse round a corner and almost immediately the small path opened up into a big clearing in the middle of the woods. A small stream ran through the middle and wild flowers were growing all over the ground. It was picturesque. “Wow, how did you find this place?” Sally asked with awe. “Mom and dad used to take me here when I was a kid.” Terry replied, “We used to have picnics over…” Terry trailed off slowly as he looked across the thin stream at the other end of the clearing. His brows furrowed and a look of confusion spread across his face. “What’s up?” Sally asked when Terry had stopped. “That cave over there…” Terry was pointing at a large opening semi-hidden by trees and foliage, “I swear it wasn’t here when I was a kid.” “What?” Sally was frowning now. “There were no caves here before. I remember this place well, I’ve got photos at home!” Terry was getting increasingly animated, “That cave is new!” “Caves don’t just spring up places.” Sally said sceptically, “They form over millions of years.” “I know that!” Terry snapped, “What do you want me to say? It’s never been there before.” “Are you sure that it wasn’t just hidden by trees and… Hey! Come back!” Sally reached out as Terry suddenly jumped off his horse and stomped off towards the stream. Sally hurried to keep up with Terry but he seemed determined to investigate what he saw as a new feature on the landscape. He marched straight through the shallow stream, the water came halfway up his riding boots and he was splashing himself but didn’t seem to care. Sally was torn between running after him and sorting out the horses that were watching the scene with the lazy detachment of tamed beasts. She nearly fell as she climbed off the horse and nervously took the reins to lead them to a nearby tree. She was a novice with horses but was thankful that the large animals stayed calm as she tied them to the tree. “Just, erm, wait here…” Sally said as she held her hands out to the horses. As Sally turned away the large stallion moved it’s head and pulled on the material tying it to the tree. The knot slid slightly but held. The beast watched with it’s large half-opened eyes as Sally started jogging away and calling for her friend. “I swear, if I get some disease from this water I’ll… Terry! Wait up!” Sally was splashing through the water but was doing so against her better judgement. She remembered the documentary she had watched about brain eating amoebas that lived in the water. She tried to push the thought from her mind knowing it was ridiculous. Terry stomped across the green space until he was stood right in front of the mystery cave. It’s large opening looked almost like a mouth ready to swallow anyone who stepped inside into the bowels of the Earth. The ground sloped away and downwards into the darkness and it was impossible to see more than a few feet. Terry stared transfixed into the impenetrable blackness. Terry jumped when he felt Sally’s hand on his arm a few seconds later. He turned to see her looking at him with concern. “I’m not crazy!” Terry shouted, “This was never here!” “OK, I believe you.” Sally replied though privately she was still very unsure about the whole thing, “Does it matter though? I mean this place is beautiful and…” “Yes, it matters.” Terry replied sharply, “When I lost my parents… When they died I realised I would never have any new memories with them, I had to cherish those I had. This cave is not in my memories, if I’m wrong about this then what else am I wrong about?” Sally wasn’t used to her best friend talking in such a personal and, dare she say it, emotional way. Terry was the sort of guy who did whatever he wanted and laughed at the consequences no matter what they were or who they hurt, Sally hadn’t seen this more tender side since they were in school together. “Well, what do you want to do?” Sally asked after a small silence, “We could have the picnic or we could go back to town…” “Are you crazy?” Terry asked as he turned back to the darkness, “We should explore it.” “Explore?” Sally scrunched her face up, “Really? It looks dark and I bet it’s full of God-knows-what insects. ” “Yeah.” Terry said, “There’s something about this place. It feels alien and yet… Familiar. We should go in and see what’s in there.” “I don’t know…” Sally was looking at the darkness and thinking about all the bugs and animals that might call it home. Despite what Terry was saying she was sure such a large cave couldn’t just appear in a few years. Terry pulled out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight. He turned and shined it into the cave, the darkness was so thick that the light seemed to disappear into it. He hesitated for a second before stepping forwards and into the giant opening. He walked slowly but steadily into the darkness as Sally begged him to come back. “Come on, Terry!” Sally called out. She heard her voice echo but there was no reply from Terry who had been swallowed by the darkness. Sally felt a breeze in the forest clearing. The leaves laying on the floor blew around a little and Sally saw the horses on the other side of the creek moving nervously. She felt scared, not just about the cave but also about being alone out here. Her head twisted from one direction to the other as she tried to work out what to do. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Sally muttered as she stepped into the cave. Almost immediately Sally felt the air temperature drop. It was a few degrees colder in the cave, enough to make her shiver slightly. The pitch black was oppressive and Sally felt even more alone than before, it felt like all the sounds of forest animals had suddenly been muted. She fumbled in her pockets for her phone and turned on her own flashlight app. Sally scanned the walls but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. She knew that Terry was reckless but this seemed like a situation where something could go wrong and they would never be heard from again. She held the light out in front of her and slowly stepped over the loose rocks on the floor. “Terry… Where are you?” Sally wasn’t shouting now but the echo seemed to amplify her voice. There was still no answer. The cave sloped downwards ever so slightly but there didn’t seem to be an end. Sally could only see a few feet in front of her and she felt like something was about to jump out at her with every step she took. She tried not to think about the creepy-crawlies that must be all over the place. Sally felt herself walk through a spider’s web and she shivered. She thought about turning back but saw that the opening had seemingly disappeared into the darkness. She must’ve turned a corner because she was sure she should be able to see the forest still. Sally carried on heading forwards until she saw the walls either side of her suddenly open up into what must’ve been a large chamber. In the middle of the chamber there was a beam of light coming down from the ceiling, it illuminated a bunch of the room and Sally could see Terry standing in the middle of the room and staring at the ground. “Terry! Finally…” Sally turned off her flashlight and hurried over to her friend, “What’s going on? Can we get out of here?” “I… I don’t…” Terry knelt down with his face a perfect picture of shock. Sally looked down and saw exactly what had caused Terry’s reaction. There was a framed picture of Terry with his parents. Terry was still a baby in the picture, he couldn’t have been more than a couple of years old but and he was being held by both his parents who were beaming towards the camera. Around the photo frame there was a bunch of money. Just random notes laying scattered everywhere illuminated by a couple of small candles. The last thing on the ground was a very important looking legal document, Sally squinted as she crouched closer to it and saw that it was a last will and testament. “We leave all our money and assets to our son, Terry Sinclair.” Sally read the most important lines, “We ask he take what he needs until he is back on his feet and then use the rest for charity and kindness. We know he will make us proud.” “How the Hell did all this stuff get here!?” Terry exclaimed, “These are all things that were back at home. I don’t get it…” “Charity?” Sally asked as she read the will again, “Did you ever actually do that?” “Hell no!” Terry shook his head and even in the dark cave Sally could see that he looked disgusted at the thought, “That money was all mine!” Sally rolled her eyes. She was unsurprised that her friend was greedy but she could see that he had signed the document and essentially promised to give away a lot of the money he had inherited. Sally wasn’t a scrupulous person but even she thought it was a bit much to make a promise to your parents that you didn’t keep. “But you’re missing the point!” Terry snapped, “This is all stuff I keep locked up at home. How did it get here!?” “I… Don’t know.” Sally conceded, “Did someone break in?” “No.” Terry shook his head, “And even if they did these documents were hidden and locked. No one would know to look for them, they were in my parent’s old safe built into the floor.” “Maybe we should go back.” Sally said as a shiver went down her spine, “We should let the police know and…” “There is no way I want anyone to know about this document.” Terry replied quickly, “I know those lawyers and government people will want to take everything I have.” “I’m not sure tha-” Sally started. “We’re not leaving till we sort this out.” Terry’s voice made Sally know this wasn’t up for debate. Sally fell silent as Terry leaned in closer to the small shrine. He reached forwards and slowly moved his fingers towards the agreement. He took a step forward and has his hand touched the paper there was the sound of an explosion. The cave shook and then darkness overtook both of the cave’s intruders.

"Oh, you're always like this now," she mused. "Looks like my big boy's having another one of his pampers problems..." she gave me a pouty sad face before giggling. "Can't you do anything to keep dry?" I shook my head absentmindedly. "Well it's too bad, you used to be so grown up--but I know just what to do." she said, placing her hands on my hips. She looked me in the eyes, and then pulled me into a hug. Smelling her coconut, sea, and musk perfume filled me with emotion as I began to hold her tightly. I felt a dribble of pee begin in my diaper and breathed in her smell more fully, trying to forget my underwear shame. It wasn't enough though, and I felt myself beginning to tear up. "Awh, is someone crying? You know I love you no matter what, it's okay--" she whispered from above me. With her being a tall woman, I couldn't help but feel more at a loss in her presence. I was less like her boyfriend every day. She even called my underwear pampers, like I was some kind of baby! My thought train was interrupted by another spurt of wetness trickling down for a long moment before being absorbed somewhere below. "Shh, I know you're mature," she cooed. "It's just that we need a little help down there, help that diapees give you!" She returned her hands to my hips again and began to unfasten me. In the chilliness of having my diaper pulled away, I noticed what little arousal I had from holding onto her was beginning to shrink into nothing. "Looks like the diaper's doing its job, you're getting smaller down there--and wetter." She kissed me. "Isn't it better this way?" I hesitated. "I guess. It is nice having you care for me." "That's the spirit, you're doing great so far." She revealed a clean diaper for me from inside her purse and got busy slowly unfolding it, getting it ready for my behind. Being about eye level with her upper chest, I was drawn to look at her breasts and lower belly for a moment. Instinctively, I reached over and held just above her hips, petting her gently with my thumbs. I felt very aroused by her, but I was unable to show it. These diapers were doing something funny to me. "Why would they make diapers that get rid of--" "It makes you less likely to leak, dear." She began to position the diaper around me, and I was relieved that she did--she didn't have to see the small accident that was trickling out as she fastened my tabs snugly. "They don't do anything else funny like that, do they?" "They do make you calmer. It's to make you easier to care for, of course." She poked me on the nose and pulled me in for a hug. "Want me to get you something for lunch at the food court?" "Please." I blurted out, along with another spurt into my diaper. I was about to unlock the bathroom door when she grabbed my hands. "Let's get your shorts back on first," she said. I watched as she did up the button, hiding most of my diaper below the waistband, but not all of it. She positioned my shirt over top to cover the rest. "There, now we're all set."

Hello everyone, and welcome to the first in what I hope to be a series of ABDL superhero stories, similar to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. This is also my first ABDL story, so any kind of feedback and suggestions on how I can improve my writing is more than welcome. With that, I hope you enjoy. ..... When you think of a superhero, what comes to mind? A muscular paragon of courage willing to defend all that is good in the world? Someone with cool powers and a dynamic costume with bright colors? I'm both of those things, but what makes me different from other superheroes is the fact that I can't keep my pants dry. My name is Nick Windel, and this is my story... Real Heroes Wear Diapers: The Diapered Avenger Chapter 1 But first, let's go back a few days. I'm a sophomore in college, and a pretty average looking guy with red hair and skin so pale, people assume I'm a leprechaun. I was currently on Summer Vacation, staying with my family for a few months. My big sister Amanda was also visiting, planning a party for her son Issac's first birthday. I was looking for a present to get for the little guy. While walking around town, I noticed a strange store I had never seen before I left for college. It was called “Hidden Magic”. Seemed a little on the nose, but I still went in to check it out. When I entered, I was greeted by a nice man at the counter. “Hello there. Thank you for finding Hidden Magic! Is there anything you're looking for?” He asked. “No, I'm fine. Just browsing around. I don't think there's anything for an infant's birthday here.” I replied as I walked around, looking at the various trinkets like crystal balls and necklaces, probably all fake. Suddenly, my eyes turned to a strange object on one of the shelves. It looked like a pacifier, but much bigger than the one a baby uses, almost as if it was big enough for me. On the center was a red jewel that looked pretty expensive, and on the clip was some strange language I couldn't decipher. I decided to pick it up and take it to the front. “Hey, do you know what this is?” I asked. “Ah, the Soother of Justice. Good choice.” The man said. “It has been said that the gemstone embedded into that has magical properties that can give the user incredible abilities.” “Okay... How much is it worth?” I ask. The man smiled in response. “It is usually a lot more expensive, but for you, only twenty dollars. I sense this belongs to you.” I realized this was pretty much a steal, so I decided to pay for it. I didn't know why, but something compelled me to get it. So I thanked the man and headed back to my house. My mom and sister were out, probably shopping for the party in a few days, so I was alone for now. I went to my room and took out my purchase. I noticed the gemstone on the pacifier was glowing faintly in my hands, and for some reason, I moved it into my mouth. I didn't even think about it, it just happened. And as soon as it did, the gemstone shined brightly, letting out a flash as the clip attached itself to the side of my shirt. As soon as the light faded, and my eyes adjusted, I noticed my outfit had changed, and I said to myself... “What the hell am I wearing?!” For some reason, instead of my usual red polo shirt and camo shorts, I was wearing a bright red and blue onesie with a red cape on the back, and underneath the onesie, was a thick diaper which stuck out like a sore thumb. Even my normally reddish orange hair was bright red, almost like an anime character. I was naturally confused as to what this pacifier did to me. I tried to reach for it, but it wasn't in my mouth. Instead, it was almost like a badge on the side of the onesie. I pounded the side of my desk in frustration, but amazingly, it almost broke in two with the crack it caused. “What the...” I pondered for a moment. That guy at the store was telling the truth about the stuff this pacifier could do. Granted, I can only do it while dressed like a giant baby, but I guess I can live with that. I decided to head out to the backyard to see what else I could do with this. I went out to a forest outside of town and did a little stretching to prepare myself. I started by running for a little bit, but I noticed a ran several meters in a matter of seconds. So I had super speed, that was cool. I decided to run around some more to get the hang of it. It was really exhilarating until I was stopped by a nearby rock, causing me to trip, forcing my eyes shut to prepare for the pain. The strange thing is that... I didn't hit the ground. I opened my eyes and found I was floating in midair. So I can fly too, that's even cooler than super speed! I moved around in midair, getting used to flying around, but I was getting the hang of it. I wasn't exactly Superman in terms of skill, but I just need more practice. I also remembered how easily I broke my desk, so I decided to see how strong I was by punching a nearby tree. A few seconds after my fist made contact, the tree fell over easily. I tried it with a few more trees, even cutting one in half with a karate chop. I had never felt so alive in my life! So it was all the more jarring when I transformed back. For some reason, the pacifier badge on my onesie (The fact that I actually said that sentence is making my rethink my life choices) started glowing again, and it let out another flash of light. Suddenly, I was back in my regular clothes, and the pacifier was back in my hand. Okay, so this thing follows Ultraman rules, I guess. However, I noticed something carried over from the costume, something I can't believe I was still wearing. Underneath my shorts was a diaper, which I could tell from the waistband sticking out a few inches from my pants. To which I responded... “You have GOT to be kidding me!” So, what do you think so far? This first chapter is mainly here to provide setup an insight into the main character, so things will get more interesting next chapter. Is there any area I can improve on this? If so, I welcome any kind of feedback. I'm fine with either a reply to this or a direct message. Either way, Chapter 2 is coming soon,

After weeks sending countless messages on online dating websites only to receive no response, I was beginning to lose hope and become burnt out. Until she messaged me back. Misskiwi was professional and ambitious. A career woman with a long and articulate write up on her profile. I was a guy wondering what she'd want to do with me. My hopes surged as we chatted, she was affable though exacting and stubborn. I could live with that. I find out her name, Nora. She wanted to meet up and go for a walk at a busy park nearby. I agreed, of course. Things seemed to be looking up. A few days later, I found myself sitting down on the park bench she directed me to carefully. I waited. She was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what was up, and glanced over at the empty spot next to me. There was a medium-sized package. I figured someone must have left it there by accident, and they'd be back for it soon. I continued to wait. About fifteen minutes later, a curiosity mixed with boredom and disappointment got the better of me and I leaned over to look down at the package. It was addressed to Nora. Not only that, there was a small, handwritten note taped expertly onto cardboard. It had neat and feminine writing with soft, round lines on it. Could it be Nora's? I scooched over and began to read: "I had to run at the last minute, I'm really sorry. Business calls. We'll meet soon, okay? I meant to give you this in person, but this will have to do for now. Don't open the box until you get home! It's important." I made my way back home, box under my arm pressed against my ribs. It was surprisingly light. All I could do as I walked was wonder what was inside. The same moment I got into my apartment, I was opening the box, deeply curious about its contents. Then I saw it. It was a package of adult diapers. What? I sat there in silence, struck by the strangeness of it all. Slowly a mixture of humiliation and excitement rose inside me, a combination I wasn't used to feeling together. I wondered if the smell coming from inside the box was Nora's perfume scent. It was somewhat intoxicating. Why? Had she just wanted to play a joke on me? I took the package of diapers out of the box, and noticed another note underneath in what I presumed was Nora's handwriting. "No, this isn't a cruel prank. It's a test. A pretty harmless and quick test. You just have to trust me. Meet me for a video chat at 8:30 pm sharp. Be in a diaper. You really must be wearing one. I promise I'll reward you. ❤️ Nora" I felt excitement tinged with humiliation rising in my chest. I had to do it. I had to see what she had in store for me. What did I really have to lose? I'd been trying to get a date for weeks without any luck, and suddenly this mysterious woman enters the scene and has me feeling something. It's worth a try, I thought. So after some dinner I opened up the package of diapers and unfolded one. Laying down on my bed, I did up the side tabs carefully and made sure the fit was snug around my groin. They felt nice, a bit like a pillow around my crotch. I slid my shorts back up and sat down at the computer. They weren't very nice to walk in, the bulk was a little awkward and I was reminded of my strange situation each time the thick fabric grazed my inner thighs. It was 8:17. I waited. At exactly 8:30, she was on. Looking as composed as ever, she began to speak before I could quietly say hello. "Hello! Did you do it? Are you wearing one of your diapers?" She asked. "Yeah--just like you said to do. Why are we--" "Well, it's complicated." She bit her lip. "You want to hear the whole story?" "Sure, take your time," I replied. "First though, I want to really see that you're wearing it. Can you just show me the top of it, peeking out of your--that's it." I lifted my shirt, exposing the top of the diaper hiding beneath my shorts. "Okay, so here it is. I have had a lot of boyfriends in the past who have had bladder control issues. They were really leaky and drippy, some of them said their control got bad only after being with me. I think they were just shielding their bruised egos, but anyway, I don't really trust it." Was this lady crazy? Did she really think that just because she had problems with that in her past relationships, that it would somehow leak over onto me? "I don't have a bladder problem," I cracked a smile. She looked at me doubtfully. "I dunno. We'll see. There's another reason I need you in diapers. I need to make sure you're really committed to me. I've had a lot of bad experiences in the past with trust, and I want to know that you're really willing to go the extra mile for me. I'll go the extra mile for you of course, but first you need to complete this challenge for me. " "I dunno." I gave mock consideration, looking away as if I were deliberating. "Where's your diaper? Can I see it to make sure you're wearing it?" I watched as Nora reached down and began to lift up her shirt. Did she really have a diaper on underneath her jeans? Soon I caught a glimpse of the smooth, soft looking skin of her belly. She looked at me mischievously as she reached under her jeans and pulled up her underwear so I could see. She shook her head. "I don't wear them." "Well, I don't either. I'm not going to do it." I said. Nora seemed hurt by my response. She recoiled. "It's only for a few weeks," She began. "I don't want you to wear them for long if you don't need to. You don't even have to use them, you just have to wear them that's all. It's only a change of underwear you make it out like it's such a big thing..." "The answer's no." I said again. "Please?" "Look, I'm exhausted. I want to get to sleep, it's nearly nine and I have to be up for five thirty. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I blew her a kiss and left the chat. If it was unreasonable that her potential boyfriend says no to wearing diapers he doesn't need, then she'd just need to find someone else to be with. I took off the diaper straight away and set the rest of the pack out by the front door to be thrown away. After watching a few short videos on YouTube to unwind, I stripped down to my socks and underwear and went to bed. I noticed I had to pee pretty urgently as I laid down. I got up for the washroom quick and then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. I was woken up by my alarm, and noticed something alarming upon stirring. I was laying in a puddle of my own pee! This hadn't happened to me in years. After a long moment sitting in disbelief, I got up and went down the stairs to the shower. It was pretty chilly on my boxer short-clad bottom from laying in an accident for who knows how long. I spotted the pack of diapers by the door. They could have helped, I thought. I tried to suppress that thought. I wasn't going to wear a diaper because I peed the bed once. If only Nora could see me now. After a long day I got home and hopped onto my online chat again. Nora was on. I messaged her immediately. "I'm sorry I didn't wear the diapers you got me, maybe I can--for you. It's only for a few days, right?" Sent. It only took a few minutes for her to reply. "I hoped you'd come around. It's okay. Just put on another diaper right now and then we can chat in video." I felt a pretty intense urge to pee just then, and I ran towards the bathroom with my unfolded diaper in hand. After changing in the bathroom, it was time to go chat with Nora. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard her trying to video call me. Only problem was, I forgot to put my shorts back on after changing! I figured it wasn't important, my lower half would be hidden from the camera anyway. I answered her call and was greeted by her smiling face. She was still in her work clothes, and looked intense but warm. "Hey Nora," I waved. She smiled and waved back. "So you got your diaper on?" I nodded. "Good. I only want you to wear them for two weeks starting today. That's all I ask, alright?" Remembering the sudden bedwetting incident the night before, I nodded. "No problem, it's not like I have to use them or anything." We chatted about our days, and made a reservation at a nice restaurant for our Friday first date night. Hopefully I wouldn't end up sitting in the booth, only to find another box of diapers where Nora was supposed to be. We finished our call, and I was surprised how much time had passed. It was already half past seven, and time to eat something. I got up, and felt an intense pang on my bladder. I had to go, right that moment. It was then that I remembered I had a diaper on. I'd almost forgotten it was there, silently hugging my crotch, waiting unobtrusively for accidents. I wasn't about to give my new underwear the release they were designed to capture. I jogged down the hall to the bathroom and struggled with the door, which I usually kept open. A few squirts began to drench the padding, and my sense of consternation and humiliation grew. Why is this happening to me, now? I got to the toilet and began to lose the battle even more with my bladder as I struggled to get my diaper out of the way so I could pee like an adult. I was too late. By the time I got my underwear unfastened, I had already noticeably drenched the inside of the diaper. I peed the rest into the toilet and then sat on the floor for a moment to regain my composure. What the heck was happening to me? At least I was wearing a diaper, I thought while looking at the bathroom's tile floor. Still clean. It was then that I realized I should put my diaper back on. It was bunched up beside the toilet, with the wetness indicator on the crotch faded blue. Better to get a clean one from the pack, I figured. I was a bit conflicted as I unfolded a new one a few minutes later and got ready to put it on. Why not just wear normal underwear for a little while? It's not like Nora would know. That seemed too dishonest. Plus, I'd already had two accidents in the last two days. Nora's prediction about always having boyfriends with bladder problems was beginning to look more and more believable all the time. But how is that possible? I fastened on my clean diaper and got cozy under some blankets in the living room. I turned the fire on, it was starting to get chilly in the evening. I felt an urgent pang on my bladder again after a small glass of wine and a water. Did I really want to get up? I kind of didn't. I used the diaper and continued to watch without having to lose my coziness. I wanted to be sure I wouldn't get too used to them, though.

What if there was a poker game that only the richest people could afford to play but catered solely to fetishes? What if it wasn't entirely just a normal poker game and it had a magical way of enforcing the rules of the game on its players? What if this was those things I just said, would you be intrigued or just kind of sleepy? Heads up, y'all, we've got whatever this is coming in! I “Ante Up” “First Annual ‘Fetish’ Hold ‘Em Tournament?” I read from the email on my laptop screen. My husband set down his phone and made his way over to me to read the message over my shoulder. “$100,000 entrance fee per player.” he read. “Grand prize is $200,000,000!” I read, nearly choking on the words in my surprise. “Daddy, can we go?!” I squealed excitedly. He chuckled softly and kissed the top of my head. “Read the rules first and see if we even qualify.” he told me. “All entrants are required to present one fetish alongside their entrance fee, this fetish will be put into a separate pool to be imposed upon other players at the end of a losing hand.” I read, looking up at my husband quizzically. “What does that mean?” I asked him. He shrugged. “It sounds like if someone loses a hand they end up experiencing a random fetish, like if you lost a hand you could end up in a Furry suit or something.” he explained. “Keep reading.” he told me. “Any player that accrues ten fetishes will be ejected from the tournament and forfeit their entrance fee.” I read. “All other rules will be explained prior to the start of the tournament and details for the location and date and time of the tournament will be given once entrance fee payment has been processed.” the last line read. Daddy stroked my short blonde hair softly for a moment. “I suppose I’d better make some calls and get our entrance fees together.” he said finally causing me to shriek excitedly as I leapt up from my seat and into his arms, wrapping my legs around him as I hugged him. “Thank you, Daddy!” I exclaimed happily, planting a sloppy kiss on his deep Mahogany cheek. His strong hands went beneath my crinkly bottom as he held me and kissed my forehead. “You’re welcome, baby.” he told me. ********** Our private jet set down at the airfield near the specified location and pulled around to the designated hangar, joining several other private jets. The airfield had dozens of similar hangars, all full of similar planes indicating that we weren’t the only players joining the tournament. The rules stated that a player must arrive either wearing an outfit associated with their fetish, or wearing an article of clothing that prominently displayed their fetish should an outfit not be feasible. Daddy had dressed me in my most infantile outfit, powder blue crocheted booties hugged my feet, the custom made adult diapers I wore beneath my powder blue onesie adorned with pastel sheep had been created by a powerful friend at Procter & Gamble that had set up a private manufacturing line just for me to produce their baby diapers in my size. Knowing that we’d be sitting at tables for long stretches, Daddy had requested a special type of diaper for this trip, one that was thick enough to be worn and used for many hours without fear of rash or leakage. I lay in my seat on the plane, an adult sized bassinet if we’re being honest, and looked at the massive bulk between my thighs, the diaper straining against the taught fabric of my onesie and peeking out from the leg holes. Clipped to the front of my onesie with a yellow duck clip was my pacifier, attached to a length of stretchy fabric patterned with the same sheep that adorned my onesie. My pacifier was the same powder blue as the rest of my outfit and declared me to be “Daddy’s Baby Boy” on the center portion of the plastic shield. The bulb of the pacifier filled my mouth leaving me unable to communicate beyond gurgles and heavily garbled mumbling, and it was that level of helplessness that made all of this worth it to me. Daddy sat in his seat beside me, absently stroking my hair as he looked out the window as the plane headed into the hangar. He wore a t-shirt, probably for the first time in his adult life, the same powder blue as my outfit but with the word “Daddy” written in large, simple text above a photo of me in my crib, my footed pajamas doing nothing to hide the bulge of my overnight diapers as I lay sleeping with my pacifier in my mouth and my stuffed walrus clutched to me tightly. Once the plane had stopped within the hangar, Daddy rose and unbuckled the harness keeping me in the bassinet and lifted me up and out, holding me in his strong arms as he went to the front of the plane and down the stairs where my stroller was set up and waiting, my fully stocked diaper bag in the mesh netted basket beneath the seat I soon found myself in. With the sun shade extended, I couldn’t see much as Daddy pushed the stroller out of the hangar and toward a small building nearby, one with a large black man so massive he made a beefcake like Daddy look as weak and small as me standing guard outside it. “Names.” the massive man stated simply. From my vantage point all I could see was his groin, and the sight of the anaconda outline beneath his pants brought a trickle of pee into my waiting diaper. “Jonathon and Steven Meyers.” Daddy said, presenting our identification to the man. The hulking man knelt down with my ID in hand and peeked into the stroller at me, his gruff expression morphing into a wide smile as he reached out and gave my tummy a gentle tickle with his massive sausage finger. “I never get tired of seeing white boys dressed like babies.” he told Daddy. “It’s not about that for me, but he is dressed to match his personality.” Daddy said, a hint of nervousness in his voice that I’d never heard from him before. The large man rose to his feet. “Fair enough, brother.” he said, his voice carrying his smile. “Welcome to the most fucked up party you’re ever going to see.” he added as the door behind him opened. Beyond the door was a massive convention center, somehow existing within the shell of a structure no bigger than a shed. I heard Daddy gasp and the doorman chuckle as the stroller rolled forward through the door and the expanse could really be appreciated. A sea of people bustled about in the massive area beyond the door, the poker tables a hundred yards ahead. In front of us was a woman on all fours, naked save for a plug in her bottom with a fox tail attached to it and a collar connected to a leash being held by legs belonging to a man. “Daddy, I wanna see!” I whined as I pulled my pacifier from my mouth. Daddy pulled the sun shade back and adjusted the seat so I was upright, and I looked around with wide eyes as my pacifier was reinserted into the small o of wonder my lips were creating. A woman in an inflated blue suit, the faux rolls of fat making her look like the Michelin Man stood beside a man in a full leather suit, his mouth covered by a bright pink ball gag. On the other side of the room was a group of Furries in full suits, two being wolves, one a horse of some kind, and one a black cat with white stripes. Off to one side were a bank of strollers similar to mine, some fancier and others more basic, but all with an occupant and all beside a person with a shirt similar to Daddy’s. The stroller moved over to the row and parked next to the others of its kind. Directly next to me was a girl that looked much younger than me chronologically as well as within the confines of her fetish. He red hair was gone entirely save for a little wisp on the center of her head adorned with a small pink bow, her toothless mouth worked on a teething ring, drool pouring from her mouth unchecked onto her bare breasts, enhanced to the point of being ridiculous given the rest of her look. The man beside her looked old enough to be her grandfather, and paid no attention to her as he chatted with the buxom young woman next to him that was breastfeeding an older man. “It takes all kinds, huh, champ?” Daddy said as he hoisted me out of the stroller and set me down on the floor. I looked up at the topless woman in the stroller and she looked down at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused as she gnawed the teething ring. “Hi.” I said to her. “My name’s Steven, what’s yours?” I asked, extending my hand politely up to her. The old man with her chuckled and turned to us. “Not gonna get much out of that one right now, sport.” he said. “She’s still riding the wave of her travel medicine.” he added. “Travel medicine?” Daddy asked. The old man nodded. “Yeah, she goes into hysterics on planes, so we had a little cocktail made that makes her a brainless little nothing for a few hours.” he said, a creepy smile spreading across his face. “It’s a lifesaver when she gets a little too big for her britches, if you get my meaning.” he told Daddy. Daddy shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t.” he responded simply. “When she starts forgetting her place in the world I slip a little bit into her drink and leave her with the maid for the night.” he clarified. Daddy’s expression struggled to disguise his disdain for the man and what he was saying. “Isn’t that something.” he said dismissively. “Names Charles Glarren.” the man said as he extended a livers spotted hand to Daddy. I recognized the name as I knew Daddy did, a far right nutbag that had made the news a few times for his views on women, settling a case no more than a year earlier that stemmed from his company demoting a woman from her high level managerial position and, according to the allegations, imprisoning her in the company daycare center for several hours until her husband arrived to claim her. The woman’s husband had taken video with his phone of his arrival at the daycare, approaching a crib barely containing his wife, her business suit, bra and panties in tatters on the mobile above her as she sobbed uncontrollably within, cuffed to the crib and confined in a heavily used and leaking diaper and nothing else. “Charmed.” Daddy said sardonically as he nodded but refused to shake the man’s hand. Charles chuckled. “I take it you’re familiar with the stories about me.” he said. “That’s fine, I can’t blame you for thinking I’m a monster or something, but it seems like you’re not exactly a fan of the fairer sex yourself.” he said, looking down at me and then back to Daddy. Daddy shook his head. “Because I’m gay I hate women?” he asked. “Does that make you gay as well, Mr. Glarren?” he added with a raise of his eyebrow. Mr. Glarren chuckled derisively. “Very mature argument, son, are you sure you’re grown up enough to be his Daddy?” he asked. “Are you sure you’re not so ancient that you need diapers as much as her?” Daddy shot back. Mr. Glarren laughed loudly and slapped his hand on Daddy’s shoulder. “I like you, you’ve got spunk, and not just in your asshole!” he joked. Daddy sighed and picked me up. “Stay the fuck away from us you creepy old bastard.” he sneered as he grabbed the stroller and drove it down to the other end of the bank of strollers, parking next to a young Asian woman in an adorable peach colored sundress sitting splay legged on the floor in front of a white man around Daddy’s age drinking from a pink sippy cup as she colored in her princess themed coloring book. “Mind if we park here?” Daddy asked the man. The man shook his head and put his phone into his pocket as he looked up at us. “The more the merrier!” he declared in a thick Southern accent. “June Bug, say hello.” he added with a gentle tap on the girl’s shoulder. Setting her sippy cup and crayon down, the young girl stood and bowed obediently, “Hello, my name is Junko.” she said softly as she curtsied. I smiled and pulled my pacifier from my mouth. “I’m Steven!” I chirped happily. “Your dress is pretty.” I said, smiling wider as a smile formed on her lips at my compliment. “Thank you, Steven, I like your sheep.” she replied, a single delicate finger reaching out to touch oone of the pastel sheep on the sleeve of my onesie. Junko’s Daddy extended a hand to Daddy. “Keith Adams.” he declared enthusiastically. “Jonathon Myers.” Daddy said as he took Keith’s hand and they shook briefly. “Cute girl you’ve got.” Daddy said as he smiled warmly down at the now blushing Junko. Keith patted her head softly. “She’s my pride and joy.” he said. “Yours is a handsome little guy as well.” he added with a little wink down to me making me blush the same as Junko. Our Daddies started talking about business and the strangeness of everything surrounding the tournament while Junko sat back down, taking my hand and pulling me down to the floor with her before handing me a crayon, pausing for a moment to look up at Daddy. “Can he have a crayon, Mr. Meyers?” she asked, her voice so soft and sweet that it almost didn’t seem real. Daddy knelt down behind her and smiled at me as he reached out and put my pacifier back into my mouth once again. “That should keep him from eating one of your crayons, sweetie.” he said with a soft chuckle before standing back up. Junko giggled and resumed the crayon hand off. “I have a binky too.” she told me. “I only use it when I get sleepy though.” she explained. I nodded my understanding. “You a big girl?” I asked, hoping she could understand my binky talk. She nodded and pulled her dress up a little to show off her lilac colored training panties. “I wear diapers to bed, but not during the day anymore.” she said as she colored a tree in her coloring book. Keith cleared his throat behind her, making her jump slightly and blush once again. “Except when I’m naughty.” Junko clarified. “Good girl, no fibbing to our new friends.” Keith told her. Junko nodded and leaned back to look up at him. “Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry for fibbing.” she told him. We continued coloring, Junko moving beside me to share the book while our Daddies talked. She smelled subtly of fruit, apricots maybe, and each inhalation brought the sweet scent into my nostrils and made me feel calm and content as I lay on my tummy coloring with her. The voices in the room continued to grow in number and volume as time went on, our Daddies moving us from the floor in front of them to join them against the wall as the crowd grew and we turned into trip hazards for the broad array of people surrounding us. “Look at that one!” Junko said with a giggle that she hid with her hand as she pointed to a man with his genitals locked up in a pink chastity cage, fishnet stockings going up his slender legs as he walked gracefully on stiletto heels behind a woman in a leather nun outfit. I giggled with her and looked at the crowd for my own person to point out, drawing her attention to a woman lapping up what I hoped was milk from a saucer on the floor, a headband with kitty ears on her head and a tail plug in her bottom. “Daddy, can we pet the kitty?” I asked. Daddy patted my head. “No, baby, we’re not going to touch anyone or anything here.” he told me with a knowing chuckle that Keith shared. A whine of feedback came over the speakers above us and a booming voice followed. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!” it proclaimed. “In just a few moments we will begin placing you all in groups for the first round of play, a complete list of all losing hand fetish assignments will be given out to all players before they’re seated at their tables, and once everyone is seated we will explain the rules of the tournament.” the voice explained. “Not long now.” Keith said. “Do you need the bathroom before everything starts, June Bug?” he asked. Junko nodded and took his offered hand. “We’ll come with you.” Daddy said as he picked me up and grabbed the diaper bag from beneath the stroller, slinging it over his shoulder as he followed behind our new friends. The bathroom was massive and immaculate, if not completely full. Unisex in function, we entered to find the dozen or so changing tables in use as well as each stall door closed. “Would you mind staying with him while I hit the urinal?” Daddy asked Keith. Keith took my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Not at all, Jon!” he said cheerfully as Daddy smiled and set the diaper bag on the floor and headed to a free urinal. “Daddy, will we have to wait long?” Junko asked, shifting from foot to foot as her need to use the facilities became more urgent. Keith looked around at the stalls and smiled down at her. “I don’t know, sweetie, just hold on as best as you can, okay?” he told her sympathetically. A stall door opened and a woman dressed like a cow, her breasts protruding from cutouts above the fake udders on the front of her costume stepped out and made her way to the exit, not stopping at the sink to wash her hoof encased hands. Junko started moving toward the stall, pulling against Keith for a moment as he let go of my hand and picked up the diaper bag before taking my hand once again and pulled me along to the stall with them. Keith set the diaper bag down just outside the stall and let go of my hand to help Junko get her dress up and her training pants down before lifting her up and onto the toilet an instant before the sound of her peeing into the bowl started up, the sound triggering my own release into my diaper. “Ready for a change, baby?” Daddy said a moment before he picked me up along with the diaper bag. I nodded and sucked my pacifier as my flow diminished and I turned to Junko and waved. “Bye, Junko!” I chirped happily. With a blush she waved back. “Bye, Stevie!” she said as Keith began wiping her clean. I looked at the people making use of the changing tables, a woman giving a handjob to an overweight man with an overly frilly bubblegum pink dress lifted up to just above his bulbous stomach. The woman with the man’s embarrassingly unimpressive manhood in her hand as she pointed it into a baby bottle wore a latex apron made to look like something a 50’s housewife would wear, the rest of her style matching the time period she clearly adored. The man grunted and concluded into the bottle, panting heavily as she put the nipple top on the bottle and stuffed it into his mouth before going to work putting a pink diaper on him as he greedily sucked down the concoction. Daddy hugged me tightly. “I’m glad you’re not like that.” he whispered softly as he stepped aside to allow the couple to pass by. “If you need to do number two now would be the time, buddy.” he told me as he lay me down on the table and brought the strap connected to it over my chest and buckled it closed. “I’m okay, Daddy.” I said with a smile. As the snaps of my onesie were undone and my diaper opened, Junko and Keith rejoined us from washing their hands at the sinks, and it was my turn to blush as I nervously sucked my pacifier. Daddy made quick work of changing me into a dry diaper and resnapping my onesie before unbuckling me and picking me up from the table. “Everyone set?” Keith asked. Daddy nodded as he threw the balled up diaper into the surprisingly full trashcan and set me down to go and wash his hands. “Are you excited to play?” Keith asked me. I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Keith.” I burbled happily. “Me too!” Junko chirped happily, her voice hitting a volume I hadn’t heard from her yet. As we left the restroom as a group and made our way back to the starting area, none of us had any idea what the tournament held for us or how it would change our lives. To Be Continued....

Proof read and edited. If I missed anything I'm sorry. First and foremost- This is my first attempt at this type of writing and depending on feed back will more or less determine if I continue or not. I will be writing two different stories this one which I'm more used to doing as I write fantasy and another which will remain secret for now. As a side note this will be all written on my phone so if I miss any typos I beg your forgiveness. P.S I'm not sure if this type of writing will be popular. A warm breeze filled the air making the leaves of the surrounding trees come to life as if they were speaking to one another. As the breeze passed and the clattering of leaves began to dull down a small voice that mumbled, "Sooo peaceful. I can sleep here forever." The voice itself belonged to a girl who was sleeping in a small clearing surrounded by emerald green grass. One such blade of grass was now tickling her nose causing her peaceful features to contort until, "ACHOO!" With a sudden jolt from the sneeze the girl found herself wide awake. She found herself in a daze as she turned to faces the sky; sniffling slightly as she yawned. The seemingly limitless sky stretched out before her and her first words since she awoke softly escaped from her lips, "Who am I?" That's correct. She didn't know who she was or where she was for that matter. All she knew is that she felt at peace surrounded by the trees and slightly warm air. Her gaze vacant towards the endless expanse as lights slowly clicked on in her mind. As they did her head began to pound with each beat of her heart. The pain intensified until it almost became too much for her to bare. Causing words to try escape from her. However as she tried to speak; her hands flew up clenching her forehead as she attempted to grasp the pain itself, but to no avail. Finally with effort she spewed forth the words, "Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much?" She pressured herself further into thought attempting to grasp onto any thoughts or memories other than the blank void that currently filled her. Soon the pain cleared and one word came to mind, "Luna." The four letters floated in her mind almost in an iridescent yellow light. It was her name. As the pain faded to nothing she felt slightly triumphant as she remembered something at the very least. "Luna, huh?" She spoke her name softly as the sweet relief of the pain fading away washing over her. After taking a couple deep breathed and enjoying the sun a bit more as well as the song of the birds she sat up and to her dismay a surprise awaited her. A crinkling noise coming from her lower regions. With a couple blinks to process as she stared at the thing that currently wrapped her nether regions it came to her and an immediate reaction of embarrassment flooded her entire being as her face flushed red. It was a diaper. "What the?!" She said somewhat loudly disrupting the near by birds chirping with a few taking off from their perches in the trees. "Why am I wearing a diaper?!" She shouted within her mind. Her memories were far from intact, but she knew what things were still. A diaper was typically something a baby wore and she was NOT a baby. She instinctually tried to cover it, but she had no pants or even a skirt. She had a shirt with a leather doublet over it with a few pockets to hold a few things, but nothing else. Her gaze shifted away from herself to her surroundings, but found no prying eyes so she let out a breathe of relief as her embarrassment began to cool off. As she inspected her surroundings more in depth she found a bag layinf a few feet away. As well as shredded pieces of cloth and leather as if something had been torn to pieces. However her mind quickly went back to the matter of the diaper. She gulped to herself as her gaze returned to it and it was then she noticed something odd about it causing her to freeze up. As she appraised the diaper she noticed on the bottom between her legs it was stained in a slight yellow hue. "No way- NO WAY!" She echoed in her mind. Not only was she wearing a diaper, but she actually peed herself while sleeping. Her eyes became slightly misty as the embarrassment she was beginning to lose came flooding back to her. Quickly she covered her eyes with her palms rubbing them to hopefully clear them before tears ran down her face. "Am I incontinent or at the very least a bed wetter?" She thought as she sniffed. Her mind began to race to various things and as what to do. She didn't have pants and briefly thought of discarding the diaper, but quickly came to the realization that wearing it was better than being naked. "The bag!" Her mind cried out as her gaze settled on the brown leather bag. It was of decent size over all and even had a strap to help carry it. It could also be considered her only possession other than what she wore currently. Quickly she placed her hope into it and it's possible contents. She quickly stood up resolving herself to figure out the mysteries of the bag and what laid within. As she rose she was accompanied by the sound of the crinkling diaper. It was here she felt the width and warmth of the diaper between her legs for the first time in depth and what had occurred sunk further within her. A soft sigh escaped as her heart beat louder than before making her face heat up. If that wasn't bad enough it made noise with every step towards the bag and was essentially yelling out to the world she was wearing a diaper. The distance to the bag was only a few feet at most on only took five steps. She crouched down with an even louder crinkle that seemed to be amplified in the silence and the already red blush on her face grew. Inspecting the bag; it seemed quite ordinary in design, but had a total of four pockets with zippers sealing each. One large for the main compartment, one medium sized one in the front, and two small pouch sized ones on either side of the bag. With a gulp and firm resolve she reached for the main compartment of the bag. She began to pull on it and it slid open without resistance. However as she tried to peer within to see it's contents she was met with a black void. Causing her to blink quizzically at it while attempting to rack her brain to figure out what it was. It was then and there the bag itself began to speak with a gruff voice, "Ah, lady Luna! You've awakened. It feels like weeks since... Well... Anything actually." It's voice seemed to break off into thought towards the end. However this frightened her quite a bit and she flew back startled. Her diapered butt hitting the ground hard as a slight gasp escaped from her lips. Luckily the diaper stuffing protecting her from most of the fall. "Why is it talking? From what I know about bags they aren't supposed to talk! It also seems to know me. How?" She questioned herself and hoped in her mind she knew why this bag spoke and much more why it knew her name. A chuckle came from the bag as it seemed to read her thoughts and began to speak as if it were teasing her, "Some things don't change do they? Miss Luna you're going to need a change quite soon with the way you're filling up your diaper." He spoke quite teasingly towards her and gave off the sense it was watching her. However that quickly became the least of her concerns as she was in full display due to falling backwards her soiled diaper was quickly becoming more soiled as she had began to pee herself again. It was then she realized that she really did have no control as the diaper quickly absorbed the liquid the came out from her. Quickly growing warmer, puffier, and gaining a more yellow hue. "W-why?" She spit out as her embarrassment reached maximum. It- Albeit a bag- had just watched her wet herself in full display. She tried to stop herself, but it kept coming no matter how hard she tried until her bladder completely relieved itself. Quickly realizing that she couldn't stop she tried to shield herself by hugging her legs to her chest. Moments of silence filled the air as she hugged her knees in shame. "Miss Luna- Are you embarrassed? You shouldn't be as I was made to help you. Not embarrass you. I contain clean diapers and various other items to help you." The bag spoke to her and in a slight whisper with a hint of shame she asked, "Really?" Clearing the tears from her eyes again. She quickly came to realize she really was a crybaby as within the last fifteen minutes she began to cry on at least three accounts. "But of course miss Luna. You're my mistress. Come look within me." The bag continued to attempt to comfort her as she crawled back towards the bag. Glimpsing once again into the main compartment of the bag she found it's words to be true. A diaper shot out from within the darkness of the bag and into the air; startling her slightly. However she quickly moved out of the way in time as it whizzed past her cheek. The diaper then slowly drifted down into her hands as she opened them palms up. A clean diaper now laid in her hands and at the very least she now had some form of dealing with her issue of wetting herself. "At least now I can wear a clean one and since I just went I shouldn't have to go again right? Wait if it had diapers and more maybe the more part has pants or something I could wear over the diaper as well!" The thought came to her like a strike of lightning. Quickly she straightened up. At the very least it would make this horrible situation more manageable and it wouldn'thurt to ask, right? Resolving herself again she turned to the bag and asked, "Would you happen to have something I could wear over the diaper? Like pants or something?" She asked with hope in her heart. However that was quickly shut down with a resounding no. Of course that would be too easy. She weeped within her mind as hope dissipated. "At the very least I can put a clean diaper on. It is certainly better than nothing." She thought as her gaze rested on the four tapes that crossed over the front of the soaked diaper. Her free hand quickly and firmly grasped the end of one of the tapes. She found out quickly not matter how hard she pulled or struggle to get the diaper off she was unable to. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?! She shouted as she gave up in frustration. "Miss Luna. You're unable to change yourself. Didnt you know? No matter how hard you try you won't be able to remove your own diaper. You have to ask another to change you." The bag chipped in. In response her head slowly turned towards the bag and one could almost hear a creak as she turned to face the bag. "No way..." it was then she felt utterly defeated. Someone else would have to change her. People would think her a pervert and weird. Not to mention it would put her in quite a vulnerable position, but what choice did she have. The bag had not lied to her so far and she knew no one else. She would have to take it's word if even just for now. With a sigh and defeat apparent on her face she placed the diaper back into the bag and zipped it closed. She then picked it up and slung it over her shoulder. It was her she began to walk or perhaps slight waddle would be a more apt description at this point with some urgency as she knew the diaper would only be able to hold so much. With each crinkle she found herself further from the spot she woke up at and more or less all she knee so far. Until she found herself at the edge of the clearing that felt so peaceful and safe. With one final glance behind her she asked, "So bag. Do you have a name?" As she crossed the border of the clearing into the forest she received her answers. "Hughes." The bag responded promptly. That's the end of chapter one. There is far more to it, but this kind of gives a glimpse of what the story would be. I have much more material planned for it if it is well received. I will be writing at least one more chapter after this within the next week regardless. There is many mysterious abound and even character growth along with a grander story line. I focused a fair bit on the abdl side on this chapter with hints of story as that would be part of the adventure as a whole. Anyways if you made it this far thank you for reading and if you're interested stay tuned for chapter two.

An idea I've had for a while from reading too many Anime Light novels. Prologue. A howl was heard in the distance as a demon was cut down dead. Emily held her hand up in the air waiting for her sword to come back to her after cutting off the demon’s head. “Well that’s number 200 today so far. They said it was a group of over 500 demons, but I don’t see anymore. I wonder if they got the intel wrong again like last time, they said over 2,000 I came out here and found barely 700.” Emily doesn’t get to think much longer before she spots her sword floating to her. She grabs her sword out of the air and puts it on her back and starts to walk around. It had been 50 years sense the war started and Demons started coming to their world and mana was first found to exist. Countless have died fighting the demons but the demons keep coming. People soon lost hope until 16 years ago when a child was born that had a huge pool of mana more than any other person. She was quickly taken away by the military to be trained at a young age to learn to fight the demons. That all had been years ago for Emily, her 16th birthday was coming up and here she was out hunting demons. She hated to be stuck hunting but what can she do, she was the Rank 1 Demon hunter in what was left of the US and the world. “God what’s taking so damn long? I sent all 9 of you guys out where are the other 8?” Emily ask’s her sword she’s holding. “Sorry Emily it seems they had bigger targets then I did.” “We still got time if needed I can go help them.” For Emily just having a huge mana pool and being gifted with all types of magic was not her only ability she had made each one of the weapons she used and gave them souls to help her fight demons. They were her best friends and only people she could talk too when she was alone. Emily had spent weeks making each one of her weapons by infusing her mana and a soul into the blade then enchanting them. When she was done, she had living weapons she could control and have help her in any tight spot. She had given each of her weapons a name that she felt fit them well and they loved the names she gave them. If you were to look at her weapons you would be shocked at how heavy they were and how a such a young girl could control them. “Drake what rank was the one you killed?” “It was a Rank B Tank class.” “Really? Well great that’s the 5th one this month we might have a problem. Any idea what the other 8 are killing?” “Speaking of that Amanda needs some help she says hers is a Rank S Assaulter.” “Shit really? Well let’s go.” One thing about Emily’s weapons she loved is they could talk to each other no matter where they were it helped make her job easier when she had to go hunting. Emily had taken off at speeds unheard of for someone running. She was easily running faster then any car could ever hope to. “How far tell we get to Amanda?” Emily asked. “She’s 2 miles ahead of us so get ready.” Emily grabbed Drake out of the air. Drake was Emily’s long sword and go to weapon for fighting Rank S and higher demons she had only hoped she got to Amanda in time. Emily came running out of the trees holding on to Drake as she spots the Rank S and Amanda’s spear head trying to stab it in the leg. “AMANDA BACK OFF.” Amanda swings Drake with all her might slicing the Demon in two and sending a shockwave flying cutting everything in its path. “Emily careful next time you used too much power again.” Drake said trying to calm Emily’s power down Drake knew what happened when Emily uses too much power and it was never good. Last time she did she hit a Rank SS tank and cut the mountains in half behind it. “I know I’m sorry Drake I was worried about Amanda. I know how easy you guys can break when I’m not near.” Emily didn’t want any one of her weapons to break like Drake did the first time. She cried for weeks as she tried to fix him. “Amanda are you ok?” Emily was concerned fighting a S rank assaulter is no easy thing even for rank 100 hunters yet alone magical weapons by themselves. “Yes, sorry Ma’am I should have called sooner.” “It’s ok, your safe and that’s what matters to me.” Emily hugged Amanda as tight as she could happy that she made it in time. “Drake Amanda what are the totals so far?” “Seems like once we are done, we only found maybe 300 demons that means 400 are still missing.” “Say Drake what is the closest village to us from here?” “I’d say maybe 20 miles away why do you ask?” Drake answers wondering what Emily is thinking. “What weapon is closest to the village?” Emily was starting to worry. “Elizabeth it looks like why?” “How close is she?” “She’s 4 miles outside of the village.” Emily’s worst fears are coming true she was not told that a Village may be a target. “SHIT GET EVERYONE TO FOLLOW ME NOW!” “What’s wrong?” Drake had just gotten the words out when Emily was off in a flash. It dawned on him what she had asked, and he knew they were in deep. Emily was running full speed as fast as she could hoping to get to the village in time. “Ma’am all your weapons are following you now.” Drake said with pride knowing it’s not often they all fight at once. Emily could see the smoke coming from the village in the distance and dreaded that her hunch was correct. “EVERYONE ATTACK ANY DEMONS LEAVE NONE ALIVE!” Emily screamed. “YES MA’AM” All 9 of her weapons answered at once. Emily Jumped into the air looking down she could see the village and the bad state it was in. She knew she had little time to act. Emily lunched spell after spell hitting all her targets as her weapons flew around killing everything in sight. ‘There is no damn way this is 400 demons there are way too many.’ Emily thought. “Ma’am!” A call from Asher was heard in her head. “We have a RANK SSS Overlord here!” Now Emily knew why there were so many demons, the damn Overlord was summoning them. “EVERYONE PROTECT THE VILLAGE I’LL TAKE THE RANK SSS.” Emily jumped from building to building as fast as she could to get to where Asher had seen the Overlord. Emily was one of 10 on the whole planet that could kill a Rank SSS Overlord’s were rare and only came to this side when they found a large pool of mana to use. Finding one out here in a village this far out was odd to her but she didn’t have time to think why she knew she had to act. Emily spotted the Overlord and hit it with a fire spell knocking it off its feet. Overlords for being over 50 feet tall, never could walk well and were easy to knock over and that was what she hoped to use to kill the thing. “EMILY LOOK OUT!” Emily heard Drake scream at her, but it was too late before she took a huge hit to her side. Emily’s only thought at that moment was. ‘Shit I forgot to put up my shield.’ Emily was knocked into a near by building causing it to fall around her while she looked at what the hell had hit her. Emily could finally see it now that the dust had cleared. “You have got to be shitting me.” Emily looked up and knew something was up. A Rank SSSS had hit her. “DRAKE! Why the fuck is a Demon Lord here?” “I have no idea Emily I am wondering the same thing.” “Oh, son of a bitch is the Military trying to attract demons again?” “It would seem that is a possibility that or something else is attracting them here.” Drake answered. “Find out what mana is attracting them while I deal with these two.” “Yes ma’am.” With that Drake took off while Emily dealt with the Demon lord and Over Lord. “Ok big boys it’s you and me now.” Emily tossed a gravity spell at the Over Lord cutting its leg clean off spraying blood everywhere. She then hit it with a dark spell and flame magic before jumping up and landing on its head crushing it. “One down one to go” Before Emily could hit the Demon Lord it hit her with a shadow spear causing her to fly back into a group of trees breaking them. “Son of a bitch that hurt!” Emily looked down and noticed the shadow spear had hit her in the hip leaving a small hole with blood coming out of it. “Shit that really hurt.” Emily cast a small healing spell just enough to stop the flow of blood before she ran back at the Demon lord. Emily ran and jumped before punching it in the face knocking it back into a house destroying the house. “Damn mortal you will pay for that.” “Oh, great you can talk I guess that means your above SSSS rank?” “Smart little girl but now it’s time for you to die and give me your mana.” “Fat chance of that ugly.” Emily hit him with a inferno spell knocking him back slightly. “Is that the best you can do girl?” The Demon Lord puts his hand in the ground and pulls out a massive sword before swinging it at Emily. Emily can barely dodge it in time. “ASHER COME TO ME!” At that moment a halberd flew into Emily’s hands “Ma’am I don’t feel any human life around us feel free to use your full power.” Asher tells Emily. “Sounds good to me.” Emily pulls on the end of the pole before twisted it and selecting the spell she put into Asher. “Asher destroyer mode.” A bright glow comes out of Asher as she slowly changes into a scythe like halberd. Slowly glowing white wings form on Emily’s back and a set of red demon horns on her head. “Ready to die bastard?” Emily shining with white wings and glowing red horns looking like a angel demon hybrid come to kill all life. “Oh, the Mortal knows forbidden magic. Didn’t your mommy tell you not to mess with the gods” “Well bastard your fucking kind killed my parents, so I think it’s ok if I do the same to you guys.” Emily pulled her Scythe up and took one huge swing in front of her. “You missed little girl what were you trying to hit a bug?” The Demon Lord then heard a noise behind him and turned around. “What the hell did you do?!?!?!” Behind him with a brand-new valley. The mountains trees animals everything was gone just a new valley. The Demon lord turned back to look at Emily but no sooner had he his head was on the ground looking up at his body cut in two. “What the hell are you girl!?!” The Demon lord screamed. “I’m your death.” With that She stabbed his head with her Scythe before she started to turn back to normal. “Thanks for the help Asher.” Emily let Asher go and watched her float in front of her. “Any time ma’am.” With that Asher took off to go finish cleaning up the demons and look for living humans. “Emily, I found what they were after.” Drake yelled into Emily’s mind. “Calm down what was it?” Emily wondered what the demons could want to send a Demon Lord and a Over Lord after. “It seems to be an Egg and a little girl ma’am.” “Say what?” “I found a little girl holding a Egg about her size a mile away from the village. She was slightly hurt but I healed her I’m bringing her back now to you.” Now Emily really wanted to know what the hell was going on why the hell did the Demons want an Egg or even the girl? Emily had a few Idea’s, but she was not sure, she would have to wait and see. “Has anyone found survivors?” Emily shouted in her mind to everyone. “Sorry ma’am it seems that no one alive.” “Bastard demons. How many did they kill Sarah?” “Total ma’am?” “Yes” “I count a little over 2,700 people.” “Shit if only we had gotten here sooner to save everyone.” Emily just wished she had been faster. “We did kill over 1,200 demon’s ma’am.” “Ok counting earlier that’s over 1400 counting a Demon Lord and a Over lord. Let’s report this once Drake gets back.” Emily heard a loud noise and quickly turned her head to see Drake coming with the girl and the egg floating below him. She knew today was going to be a really long day now.

Suddenly A prologue And there I was, surrounded by living plush bears, chocolate brown dress, with brown and white frills and bows, and ginormous white underskirt and petticoat, brown gloves with lace cuffs and brown, knee high, polka dotted socks enclosured by marble white mary jane shoes, topped by a huge equally polka dotted bow on my head, from which my brunette curly locks cascaded in pigtails that reached a little past my shoulders. The bears, 12 to be exact, all clad in armor and bearing arms, looking at me, waiting for my orders, it almost felt majestic, if it wasn't for the layers upon layers of plush and frills and girlishness, then, as if being clad in the most girly outfit possible surrounded by a company of heavily armed plushies at my former kindergarten classroom in the middle of the night wasn't weird enough, the door just opened, and Dora was at the other side. - Justin? Is that you? OH MY GOD! Shit, she must have followed my plushy procession into the night, and now identified me behind all the layers of frills and bows and magic that are upon me, damnit! -Huh, Justin, why are the teddys walking to me? Actually, why are they walking at all? Great, now my bear company, probably reacting to my distress, or they just don't like real people, or maybe they have PTSD, or are just jerks, I don't know, I created most of them just 15 minutes ago, even a psychiatrist takes more time to assess someone's behaviour, anyway, they deemed my best friend a threat, and are going to eliminate her if I don't do something. Just as a reminder, I was beyond groggy by now, all the living teddy bear creation and magical princess transformation left me pretty wasted, I don't know how I was even standing up, so I did the only thing that came up to me. -I ORDER YOU TO STOP!!! She… She is a friend. All the bears froze in place, and I collapsed, at the brink of unconsciousness the only thing I remember is Dora's comforting arms holding my body, and her worried voice calling me while the glamours that maintained my girly appearance were undone, leaving me, a giant boy, clad in a plain white tee and clearly used diaper in the arms of the much smaller girl, all I could muster was: -I... I can explain… And then I fainted. Suddenly A butler. It all started at a very normal day, my last one in fact, if everything that happened can even be called normal, it was a friday, I woke up early, took a nice, relaxing and probably too long shower, but hey, nobody can be perfect, and it took freaking forever to brush my hair, after drying up I arranged my locks into a single low ponytail and trimmed my beard, then I dressed and got out, I’d get breakfast on the way to school, then I was stopped by dad on my way to the garage door. -Hey, Justin, you’ll have to go with me today, I’ll need the bike for a meeting downtown. He was laying on the couch, in just his underwear, probably slept while trying to binge something from netflix again. -Sure, just drop me at work, I’ll get breakfast and go from there. -OK, just let me find the keys and my helmet. And off he stumbled to his room, I texted Dora saying I’d run a little late and if she wanted to change anything on her breakfast, after five minutes of waiting he returned, helmet on one hand, keys on the other, and still no pants. -You forgot your pants. -Oh, right, pants! That’s what I was forgetting. Man, I love my dad, but he can be such a hassle, especially in the morning, before he took his jug of decaf coffee, which sounds completely ridiculous, but it is one of the fundamental truths of the universe, just after the 'your toast will always fall with the jam side down' one, anyway, after he put some pants on we went to the nearby starbucks, he got his trento of decaf, I checked my phone, no answers from Dora, so I took her cold brew, a chai and 2 belgium waffles, sent another text to her, to see if something happened, greeted my boss and went my way. Reaching school, I went to our secluded spot, on top of a tree right in front of the main gate, to meet Dora, she was waiting for me already, tucked in one of the crevices between the branches, as her petite frame allowed her. -You’re late! I’m hungry, and now we only have 5 or so minutes to eat. -The less you talk the more time you have to eat. And stop being a brat, Dad needs the bike, so I came by foot, and why haven’t you answered any of my texts? -Cellphone broke again, I forgot it was in my pocket while I did a backflip, it fell into the pool. I passed her the coffee and waffle and we ate as fast as we could. -Aaah! Cold brews are the best, except maybe for expressos. She exclaimed on our way to homeroom, we had the luck of having the same lunch too, but that was it. -I still don’t know how you like coffee, like, it’s horrible! -I won’t have this argument again, besides, you work at a freaking starbucks, how come you don’t like coffee, did you lie at your job interview or what? -Nope, just told them I have very sweet teeth, seems to have worked. And we sat at our usual places at the back of the class just as the bell rang, Mr. Robbinson was reading whatever was at his Ipad screen, probably news, or maybe an erotic novel, who knows? Knowing him it’s probably an article about the most recent professional box fight, or something like that. But I digress, he started roll-call, and thanks god no one in class has the same first name, so when I heard mine I responded with a sound “Present.” and Dora sulked as always when he called her, I don’t see what’s so wrong with Theodora, I actually think it’s a beautiful name, but she abominates it, so I just roll with it, then, after roll-call ended he promptly returned to his tablet, Robb is actually kinda rad, for a 80-something story teacher, never call him Robb, he hates it, well at least we two aren’t the only ones with name problems in the room, but back to him being rad, well, like, he isn’t just tech-literate, but he also is the coach for the male boxing team, and legend says every time a new gym teacher tries to take the position from him he challenges them to a fight, and is till this day undefeated. I spent the rest of the class daydreaming and doodling about an octogenarian’s professional boxing league, Dora was doing homework, as usual, and the rest of the class blissfully ignored us. After the bell rang we said goodbye and parted our own ways, I went to the chemistry lab, and after that english, and finally arts, one of the only reasons I still came to school, not that I hated studying, but given the fact that almost everyone I have class with flat out ignores me, and that the few people I call friends suffer the same, School isn’t exactly the best place on Earth to be, at least we aren't bullied anymore, no more lunches flipped on our heads and any of that stuff. Back to my last peaceful day in life, after the best class ever I had lunch, I made a beeline to the cafeteria, where I found Dora waiting for me at our usual table in one of the corners, our lunch already there with her, you see we have an agreement, I pay for her breakfast and she makes me lunch, today we were having mac and cheese. And what a great mac and cheese -Man, your cooking is just awesome, Dora. -Yeah, I know, thanks. -I wish I could cook something like this. -Have I already mentioned it’s super weird that you, from all people, can’t even fry an egg? -Yeah, it’s like the 47th time you do it, this month. But hey, I’ve been trying, even made some noodles yesterday. -Noodles don’t count, you just have to boil the water and put them in, try something real next time, like an egg, or potatos. -If I destroy the kitchen I’ll tell dad to send you the bill, ok? We resumed eating and played a few games of Magic The Gathering after, I lost, as usual, but Dora’s practically unbeatable, she’s almost at professional level, she even beats Wendy, our game junky friend who got us started on it, while I’m just a for fun player, after having my board wiped for the third consecutive time I just gave up and started doodling till the bell rang. I was drawing an armored bear fighting a dragon when, fifteen minutes earlier, the speakers made an announcement: “Mr. Justin James Arthurian Blake, please report to the principal’s office immediately” -Sounds like Giant J.J. is in trouble… -You know I hate that nickname. -It’s better than Arthurian, High-King of losers weirdos and freaks. -Yeah, but I still hate it, both actually. -Sure, but you should go, Bernie hates late people, even more than he hates me, anyway, later you tell me what you’ve “done” to deserve the attention of Mr Boring B., now go! Oh and tell Regina I said hi. -OK. I walked the empty and quiet halls to the principal’s office, my backpack dangling from my shoulder, I didn’t really knew what was happening, at the cafeteria everyone was staring at me like I had an abnormality or something, which isn’t very far from usual, but in all my school years I’ve never been called by the principal, I wasn’t the troublemaker, that would be Dora, or Tyler, maybe even Agnes, but never me. I spent the whole walk thinking what could have happened, maybe this was a prank, no Joshua and his crew were jerks, but even them didn’t have this much power, although that didn’t stop him of trying to make our lives living hells, maybe this was about the sewing club, after all I am its president, or maybe something happened to dad, or to Martha, which made me even more worried, I couldn’t bear anything else to happen, but maybe it was about some kind of award for academic prowess or whatever, I am a straight A’s student after all. Blam! Ouch! I was so much into my head that I bumped head first into the door, that'll leave a mark. -Come in! - said the voice at the other side. -Hello miss Agnes, I'm Justin, would you have for some reason anything for cranial trauma? - I said rubbing my forehead that by now should be purple or pink by now. - I'm Sorry dear, maybe at the nurse's office, but you'll be okay, it's just a bump. - Oh, ok, I'll pass there later, also, Dora said hi. -Oh, how sweet of her. Now go on in, they’re waiting for you. They? Who’s they? Gosh, this is one of the worst case scenarios isn’t it? Please be a prank, that, I can work around with. But as I entered the room, hoping to be scolded for something I haven’t done, I didn’t know what was coming for me was much better, but also much worse. -Oh, Justin! Please come in, have a seat. Ok, no scolding, maybe some kind of award or competition, or even a talk about a scholarship, that would explain the crazy tall, taller than me, and I’m almost 6’5”, and very skinny man in one of those penguin suits, what are even those called? Smokings, right? Or were they swallowtails? I just can’t remember. But I digress, he just rose from his chair to greet me, nothing unexpected there, probably some guy looking for top students that are willing to pay absurd tuitions for a piece of paper with their name on, but then he bowed instead of shaking my hand and his words, those weren’t anything I could expect: -It is great to finally meet you, master Justin, I am Sebastian Phantomfall, your new personal butler. Suddenly NOT a Superspy -I'm...I'm sorry... What?! -Well, you see Justin, this fine gentleman here claims to be here to pick you up on behalf of your father, and has a handwritten note from him. Here, take a look. Principal Burns passed me a piece of brown paper with a note in the handwriting of my father, it read "Hey kiddo, sorry I couldn't come with him, had an emergency at work, go with Sebastian, Dad." OK, at least nobody died horribly, and I could leave school earlier, which meant skipping P.E., great, now I just had to figure out what this personal butler thing is all about, my first guess would be it's a prank from dad or Martha, but I'm not catching the punchline here, and we have very similar senses of humor, so I could rule that out for now, and my friends don't do pranks, so maybe this shit is serious, I'll ask him on the way to wherever we’re going. -OK, this is definitely dad’s, so, I’m leaving with you... Uh... Sebastian right? -Exactly, master Justin, if you excuse us, Principal Burns. -I actually don't, Mr Sebastian. -I beg your pardon. -You see, by the school regiment a student may only leave the school grounds during the period of activities in case of an emergency. And unless you explain to me what's so urgent that it can't wait 2 periods, I won't allow you to take Mr Justin anywhere. Capiche? -Capisco signore, non sapevo che parli italiano, preferisco parlare in questa lingua? (I understand, sir, didn't know you spoke italian, would you rather talk in this language?) -What? Man, seeing Mr Burns expression had no price, but being the dickhead that I am, I added insult to injury by answering -In effetti non parla, è solo un'espressione popolare. (Actually he doesn’t, it’s just a popular expression) -Oh, thank you, master Justin, now I see, I forgot you americans cherry pick artifacts from other cultures to your own. That sounded extremely xenophobic but also shows that he’s probably british, although without an accent, maybe he lived by this side of the atlantic for enough time to lose it, or maybe he is an undercover spy for the MI6, or a Kingsman, that would explain the fancy suit, but no umbrella, so we can rule kingsman out, I think. But what do an agent of the secret service wants with me? Maybe he thinks I hold critical information, or I’m being hunted by terrorists, do they think I have critical information? Maybe they’re really interested in my paper on the correlations of sewing and structural physics. While I daydreamed about my new butler/undercover secret agent, they finished the most awkward staring contest in the history of staring contests with the following phrase: -I was ordered to take master Justin to hear his grandmother’s last words while she still lives, so would you please excuse us to attend matters of utmost urgency, sir. -Oh! I… I’m terribly sorry, you can go. Way to go mister butler, take me out of here. -Let’s go, master Justin, your grandmother awaits. Wait, did he just say grandmother? I have no grandparents, dad’s an orphan, and mom, let’s not talk about mom, but as far as I knew she had no family in the country, was he lying? Probably, if not, let’s just stay with the MI6 theory, dad never said mom was british, only that she was an illegal immigrant, how can an european even become illegal in the US? she was probably Canadian, but then, why did she came to the US in the first place? Was she running from the law? Or maybe from a dark past, that would explain a lot. Just please be lying Mr. butler. please be an agent under service of her majesty taking me for protection because my paper on the structures of teddy bears was game changing or something like that. After we were already out of the main building I asked him. -Sebastian, how did you even get into school? It’s not like they’re going to let any weirdo with a brown paper note into the principal’s office, even though it’s a real one. -As a experienced butler, I have my ways, master Justin. Also avoid using such rude expressions as weirdo. -Whatever! Why did you lie to him? -I beg your pardon. -Why did you lie to principal Burns? I have no grandparents. -Because, master Justin, if I told him my mistress, your grandmother, is alive and well, he would have made you attend classes, and that would put us way behind the schedule, which is unacceptable to her royal majesty, besides, you despise physical education, don’t you? -Yeah, I do. But how do you know that? -A butler always has a keen eye to the needs of his master, master Justin. -Wait, her royal majesty? So you are a secret agent! -I am sorry master Justin, but I do not understand what you just meant. -You know, like James Bond, or Jason Bourne, or Jack Bauer, you probably have a J.B. codename too, or maybe a number. -I unfortunately never heard of any of those individuals, master Justin, and am but a humble butler. Now, we are almost running late, would you please get in? And only then I noticed, just outside the main gate stood a huge mahogany victorian carriage with four pit black horses at the front, their ruby red eyes facing dead front, the ground where they stood burnt, I reached for the closest one’s mane, but Sebastian stopped me. -I would refrain from touching these beasts, young master, it’s quite painful to do so without proper equipment, see? The voice belonged to a very short and bearded man with black coat, pants, boots and hat, was black some kind of theme? Maybe it’s their aesthetic. Anyway, he took one of his black leathery gloves to show me a huge burn scar in his right palm, it was pretty nasty. -Master Justin, this is Reginald, he’ll be your coachman for today. -Pleasure to meet you, young master, just call me whenever you need a ride, it doesn’t matter if it’s to this plane or the other. And then he gave me a black business card with his name in blood red letters. -What even are those? -Fiery Nightmares, young master, quite savage beasts, but great for quick transport when tamed, their pelt and hoofs allow them to shadowalk, very handy, but don’t worry I’ve had these ones for at least half a century and didn’t have even one accident involving them, at least that I can remember. Okay, now was officially the time to turn back and run, but I was too curious and amazed to take the clues that hopping into a evil-looking chariot guided by burning, probably demonic, black horses with two complete strangers was a bad idea, yeah, I can be that slow sometimes. But in my defense, I was probably hoping that this was the start of some magical destiny chapter into my life, the kind that changes you, and by the end makes your life worth living, or at least interesting. So I hopped into the not at all out of place chariot, sat by the window and watched, amazed, as it plunged into the shadows and the world around turned pit black. Completely oblivious to how right, and how wrong I was. Suddenly Magic After there was only pit black darkness to see I tried to start some kind of conversation with my newly instated butler. -So, where are we going? -To the royal country house, at the Fine Flowers Fields of Findus. -OK, so what weird thing I should expect there? -The Fine Flowers Fields are as common as it can get, Master Justin, lots of extensive fields, full of flowers, just like the Netherlands. -Like where? -You probably know it as Holland, master Justin. -Oh! Are there any windmills? -Unfortunately, no. The local wind is quite lazy, and very irreverent, rendering any kind of wind powered contraption useless. -Oh! -Any more questions, master Justin? I didn’t get how wind could be lazy, or have a personality, for that matter, but I’ve just seen black burning horses plunge the carriage we were in into the shadows, so I let it slide, doubly so because there was something really bothering me. -Why do you call me master Justin? Why not just Justin? -Because you’re my new master, master Justin, and as such I should address you properly. -But it’s so long, and weird, don’t you get tired of it? And it’s completely impractical. -My personal opinion on the subject does not matter, master Justin, besides, proper manners aren’t about being practical, but respectful. However, I see your distress, would you rather I call you young master, or your highness, or just master? -Somehow those sound even weirder, just let me know if you think of a different way to call me. -I will sure do, master Justin. And with that conversation killer, I got my phone and played a few games for what seemed like an hour, than tried to open Spotify, just remembered Bill sent me a new playlist he compiled called “To pass awkward times quickly”, but apparently there's no reception inside the shadows, so I did what I do best, complained. -How much till we reach, what was it again? The F place. -Findus, master Justin, and it should be another hour till we reach our destination. -Another hour?! Man, I wish I had paid that premium, another hour... and no music. I sighed. -If it's music you want, master Justin, I can provide that. -What, you have an MP3 player with you? -I don't have any kind of musician in my possession, specially one of such an exquisitely named instrument, if that is what you want to know, master Justin, but I can have any music you want played. -How? -This way. Then he snapped his fingers, and music started playing, the sound came from everywhere, like I was in the middle of an orchestra while they were playing, it’d put even Bill’s super expensive mega blaster deep sound headphones to shame. -But… but, how? -Magic, master Justin, just like the horses leading it and this carriage aren't from your world, so am I, and this is one of my many abilities. -Wait, so magic is real? Like, wizards and witches and dragons and elves and all other fantasy stuff? -Yes, in a way. -And you can assure me that you, and all of this, are real, and I’m not dreaming or hallucinating or on drugs or anything like that? -Last time I checked I was pretty much real, but if it would soothe you you could let me touch you, master Justin. -That won’t do, pinch my arm, as hard as you can. -But, master Justin, causing you harm, that would be… I needed to make sure I didn't fell asleep at the cafeteria without noticing, and had the suspicion that if I tried to pinch myself he would stop me. Then a scene from that one anime Anna and Wendy made me watch at the handcrafts club came to mind, I had an idea. -Correct me if I’m wrong, I’m you master, so, if give you an order, it’s absolute, right, like, you have to do it. -In most cases that is correct, master Justin. -Pinch me Sebastian, that’s an order! -If you insist, young master. I extended my arm and he pinched it, and by God, it hurted! It even made a bruise. So I wasn’t dreaming, at least, I don’t remember consuming anything suspicious,I mean, Dora wouldn't spike my lunch, she had a strict no drugs policy, so they could be ruled out for now, which left me to hallucination, but this was too much detailed, not much colorful, and doesn’t had a clear feeling about it, so probably not an hallucination, as far as I knew. So, as good old mr. Holmes would say “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” which in this case meant Magic! Real Magic, with a capital M, not sleight of hand and cold reading, nor huge intricate apparatuses, nor some mystic mumbo jumbo, Magic that made dragons and elves and dwarves and heroes and dark lords and epic quests and wizards and kingdoms to be saved, the possibilities were endless, I could be a hero in the making, or possess a dormant unique special power that would save the world, which are kinda the same, but you get the gist of it, I would finally be someone important, and Sebastian said I was going to meet a queen, she probably needed me to save her magical kingdom, and would send me in a quest to recover some ancient artifact of power that was lost for ages and things like that. -Here we are, master Justin. I was daydreaming about fighting a dragon with a magic sword at the top of some impossibly high mountains when he called for me, I must had been lost in thought, amazed by the idea of Magic, cause only then I noticed light coming from the windows, outside, extending till the horizon, were fields of really small and thin roses, almost like grass, from all the colors you could imagine, and some more you couldn’t, all impossibly bright, but not painful to look, beautiful don’t even start to describe it. The carriage slowed down till it came to a halt, and a small tap could be heard on the top. -This is our stop, master Justin. We came out of it to the light of two shining suns, both silvery, at our front stood a high fenced silver gate that mimicked the flowers from the fields, sided by a silvery hedge as tall as it. -Here’s my limit, see ya, young master, watchdog.- Reginald said, guiding the horses to plunge into the gate’s shadow, quickly disappearing into it. Sebastian fished a watch from his pocket. -Just in time for the preparations, let’s go, master Justin. -Preparations? -But of course, even though her majesty is your grandmother, you have to be at least presentable, to have tea with the queen. Yeah, that made sense, wait, grandmother? The queen? I kinda overlooked that. And tea, tea meant talking, probably a healthy dose of small talk, which meant talking about mom, surely she would want to talk about mom, the thing is, I’d rather spend all my lunches till graduation alone than talk about mom, but refusing to talk to the queen, wouldn’t that get me arrested? The gates opened on their own, and as we entered the royal property, I debated the pros and cons of magical prison in my mind. Suddenly A Princess While we traversed the path to the whitish mansion, cause that's what it was, a freakishly huge mansion, that was probably white, but maybe yellow? The music kept playing, now it was an epic kind-of-last-boss' piece, probably something by Chopin or Wagner, Bill would certainly know the name, and how to play it. But it was completely out of place in the stone walkway flanked by idyllic gardens, filled with impossibly colorful flowers, pixies flying by, and gnomes running around, going from one hiding spot to another. -Uh, Sebastian, could you, you know, turn it off? -Of course, master Justin. As he snapped his fingers the music was gone, just like that. And then a pair of bright floating spots came to us seemingly from nowhere, one red and one blue, and spun around us in rising spirals, they spoke in unison with melodic yet insanely high-pitched voices. -He's back, he's back, the fanged child is back, and company he brings, a mortal, a son of Adam. And a cute one at that, curls just like hers. Oh! How we miss her. she was such fun. Is he her son?! He seems like It! Seems of Royal blood! And no one else went over the veil, he must be her son. But is he ready? Will he triumph over the trees, or will the flowers eat hum alive? Will... -That is enough, you two! - Sebastian said with a firm voice catching both of them. -Let us go, leave us be. In his hands struggled two very tiny people, they looked almost the same, only differentiable by their hair color, and the aura around them, from their backs sprung pairs of tiny, almost invisible dragonfly wings, the same color as their auras and hair. - I will let both of you go, if you promise not to meddle in today's matters, and properly introduce yourselves to master Justin. Deal? -We will avoid meddling in your affairs from our own volition, for today. -And of course we'll introduce ourselves to the young master. They said, the blue after the red one -Fair enough, you are free to go on those conditions. And he let them go, after which they came to me. -Welcome, young master, to this side of the Veil, may you have a merry time here. -I’m Vili. -I’m Vé. -You may call us the twins. -OK, pleasure to meet you, you may call me Justin. -We will leave you to attend to your matters now, Justin, come play with us after the witch is done with you. -I’ll try. And just like that they were gone, as if never there, I was curious about those nicknames, son of adam made sense. Who's her? Were they talking about she? And why fanged child? Maybe he has sharp teeth, and who's the witch? Maybe the queen? A witch queen? Things just turned way better. -What are they? -A pair of pixies, older than most things alive, they have quite the knack for causing trouble. -I think I like them. He frowned, but turned, and kept walking, there were no more intermissions till we’ve reached the largest double wooden doors, I’ve ever seen, those things were larger than the doors at the mall, they also opened without anyone of course, and inside there was a huge hall, doors everywhere, a wooden staircase dominated its center, splitting in two when it reached the farther wall, the central lane had a green rug over it, from the door and up the stairs, flanked by a few vases and statues and busts, on the walls were paintings impossibly colorful, luxurious don’t even start describing this place. Lined up with the rug were what I assumed to be a butler and a maid, they bowed and came to us, she reached for my backpack and I retreated, while the other butler passed Sebastian an envelope, saying nothing. -Thank you, Edmund. Don’t worry master Justin, Abigail just wants to put your belongings at your room upstairs. He said as he broke the envelope’s seal and read the letter that was inside. I gave her my backpack, but still wary of what she’d do with it, watching as she went up the stairs and turned left. -I have a room? -But of course, all of the royal family members have their personal rooms in all of the crown properties. -Nice! -Edmund, take master Justin to his room, she is there and already know what to do. -Wait, you aren’t coming with me? - and who's she? -Unfortunately there are other pressing matters that require my attention, master Justin, but as soon as they are resolved I will resume tending for your care. But don’t worry, the mannor’s staff, although not as skilled, are more than capacitated to fill in in my absence. And as we rose the stairs to the left wing he went went through a door on the right wall, I was kinda getting attached to that butler, well, he said he’d be back, so things were probably OK. I followed Edmund to my new room, which was actually some rooms, more like an small apartment without a kitchen, first there was a hall, to the left there was the bathroom, with one of those old ceramic tubs instead of a shower, at the front was the bedroom, with a king size bed with those posts on the corners, a desk, a walk-in closet, yet empty except for my bag and a full length mirror, and to the right was the living room with a balcony and some sofas and a coffee table at the center, in which waited for me a lady, or at least she seemed like a lady, she was wearing a skirt, a really beautiful purple skirt and white shirt with white stockings and purple heels, and purple framed glasses, even her nails were purple, and her skin was as white as it can be, by her side seated a large, also purple, suitcase, accompanying her were three maids, one of which was Abigail, and a short, skinny, white haired boy, or was he a girl? Wearing a suit that changed colors in the blink of an eye, sometimes grey, sometimes black, sometimes blue. -Good afternoon young master, I’m Noelle Frost, royal tailor, and this here, -I’m White, your highness. -Hi, I’m Justin. -They are responsible for making you presentable to her majesty at this afternoon tea, your highness. Said Edmund, talking for the first time, Sebastian said something about preparations, so this made sense. -Thank you for clarifying, mr. butler, now, you three go draw the bath, me and White have a lot to do. Oh, and mr. butler, help the young master undress to the underwear. -What?! No no no no no, no! Nobody is helping me undress, or seeing me naked. -Mr. butler, you won’t be needed here. We understand your reservations, young master, but we need to make precise measurements of your body to work on your looks. -We need you to strip, your highness. -And why can’t you just measure me from over my clothes? Adjusting some pieces to my measurements shouldn’t need more than that precision. -Oh young master, we are not adjusting anything, I’ll be tailoring you a custom-made outfit, from scratch, but for our Magics to work we need the precise measurements of your body. She made a very compelling argument, especially so when she said Magics, cause there was no way they could make even a pair of pants from scratch in the given time frame, not conventionally at least, so yeah, I stripped to my underpants for the prospect of seeing some Magic in action, even undone my hair. Noelle measured me with a silvery chord, not taking notes nor saying anything, just humming the whole time, when she was very close I noticed, her irises were purple too,the same tone as her outfit. While she measured me White stood there, eating me with his eyes, then, after she finished, he came with a needle and pierced my right pinky, drawing a single drop of blood to a small flask. -Ouch! -I’m sorry for your pain, your highness, but it is needed since you’re mortal, I promise to use it only for the intended use of making you presentable. -Now, off you go, to your bath, clean all that shadowy dust from you, young master, when you are back we’ll have your looks all figured out. I entered the bathroom, and waited for the maids to leave, when they didn’t, probably waiting for me to enter the tub, I told them: -Could you leave please? I can bathe myself. -If you wish so, your highness. They said in unison and left, I undressed, and took the most relaxing bath I had in ever, maybe because the water was green, maybe there was some kind of magical salts or whatever in it, but I left that bath feeling like a new person. I exited the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waistline, when Noelle called. -There’s a pair of underwear on your bed, young master, please come here after you put it on. It was the weirdest pair of boxers I’ve seen to that day, all puffy and frilly, but it was that or going commando. After putting it on I went to the living room, they’ve moved the furniture to the sides and brought the mirror from the bedroom, at the coffee table stood a big piece of green cloth, probably cotton or some magical variant of it -Please stand in front of the mirror, young master, we’ll start working on your attire. They stood beside me, she wrapped the cloth around my waist, then I was enveloped in a glimmering light, and felt the cloth reshaping itself around me, taking form, It twisted and turned, and as ir did the glimmer went brighter and brighter, untill I couldn’t see a thing. Thenl it was over, and looking into the mirror I didn't see me, but rather a Very cute and well dressed brunette, petite, her curls cascading by the shoulders. -What the hell! Why am I wearing a dress? -It’s standard formal wear for all princesses, your highness. Princess? What the actual fuck?! Suddenly Punishment -What? Princess? The fuck? I'm a guy! A dude! -You see, young master, the only titles of royalty attainable since Victor the Voracious assumed the throne ages ago are Princess and Queen, someone more versed in history may give you a better explanation, as I'm just a tailor. -What kind of sick joke is this? I looked into the mirror and she started right back at me, a little girl, well, not so little, but she looked like a child in a Easter dress, my hair was a red auburn shade, done in tall pigtails, a small green bow tying each, my beard and body hair gone, my skin was whiter, my nails were green, there were freckles in my face, which was finer and more delicate, my shoulders were less farther apart from one another, my whole frame thinner, they even made me shorter, by a full inch, and the dress, it was a green one piece straight out from one of Anna's lolita catalogues, probably something she'd sewn and wear, with more frills and bows than I could count in my state of shock, it was gorgeous nonetheless, the shade of green just matching my eyes, making it seem made of emeralds, and the sewing was masterful, to say the least, but why a dress? Why not a jacket and tie with some trousers? I have a penis, for Christ sake, I wear pants! -What the actual fuck?! -Please refrain yourself from cursing ever again, master Justin, you actually look quite gorgeous and beautiful. Where the hell did he come from? Wasn't he taking care of urgent matters? When did even he come in? Who did he think to call me beautiful? -Cut the crap Sebastian, I want my body back! -I'll remind you, young master Justin, that one of my duties as your personal butler comprises of ministering appropriate corrective punishment to any and all unacceptable behaviour and actions you partake in. -SHUT UP STUPID BUTLER! NOW MAKE THEM TURN ME BACK TO NORMAL! I screamed at him, pointing to the amused woman and clueless boy, who did he think he was? Coming out of nowhere and threatening me, I just wanted my body back, this was made without my consent. -That is it, master Justin, someone of your position should know better than to curse and scream at people, so I will teach you. He snapped his fingers, the loudest finger snapping ever, it kinda scared me, but I was too mad to care. -What the hell did... Ugh... And my mouth filled with the basic taste of soap, not with the soap you see, just the taste. -From now on, until I see fit, your mouth will be washed whenever you say any foul or improper word. -You fucking... Ugh... This... This is torture! -No, master Justin, this is me educating you on manners, now please resume getting ready for the afternoon tea, we still have to revise your table manners before it. -I had one of the leprechauns make you these, young master, just... avoid listening to the bagpipes while wearing them, especially live performances. She passed me a pair of leather bootees and silk green socks, they did fit me perfectly. -I'm sorry my glamours weren't of your liking, your highness, they'll wear off by midnight, I'll work better on the next ones. The sadness on his voice was palpable, yet he sported a poker face worthy of poker stars. It wasn't his fault I was angry, he was just doing his job, I shouldn’t be such a brat to them, at least whatever they made to me wouldn’t be permanent. -They are beautiful, White, it's just... not me, you know? And Noelle, the dress is gorgeous, I wish I could sew something like this one day. Also, you two can just call me Justin. This your highness and master shit… Ugh... Thing! Is so annoying. -We appreciate the kindness, young master, but we shouldn't. -It would be improper, your highness. Gosh they were such squares with this proper treatment thing. -You two may leave now, thank you for your hard work. He dismissed them and they promptly gathered their stuff, as they left the maids returned, this time with two big wooden cases, they arranged the furniture back in its place and in but a few minutes made a complete tea table, minus the food and beverages, at the coffee table, with all the china and silverware necessary. -Wow, you have all the crap... Ugh... You know, I'll curse you for the rest of my days for doing this to me. -As long as you do you will have the sour taste of a soap bar cleaning your uneducated mouth in your throat, master Justin. -Shit! Ugh... I'll have to find a way to work around this, maybe it's like those web banned word lists, seems to just react to certain words, I'll try those new ways of nearly cursing they do in the net later, when Mr. "I'm teaching you good manners" isn't watching. -So, master Justin, shall we start our makeshift tea, we are, unfortunately, on a schedule. -Or what?! You’ll put an actual soap bar on my mouth? Or maybe this time you’ll make me hear a clock ticking for being late?! -Please, master Justin, we can’t be late, and I must make sure you have all the afternoon tea’s norms at least memorised. -I’m not doing anything nor going anywhere until you find a way to fix my appearance. -Master Justin, there is nothing to “fix” about the way you are looking, your current appearance, it is just the way a princess should look, now if you keep refusing to behave as expected from someone of your position I will be forced to resort to more physical means to ensure your cooperation. Then he waved his hand, and in it appeared a paddle, the angry look on his face was beyond scary, it was downright terrifying, it froze me, as I wondered what he meant with ‘physical means’ -You… You wouldn’t… -I would do anything for your betterment, master Justin, so please, sit. And as he spoke, he smiled, and it made me even more scared, so I promptly sat. And as I sat, came the first scolding. -Straighten your back, always sit with your knees together and your feet apart, so your knickers aren't shown, these are basic table manners master Justin. -Yeah, never had to wear a fucking... Ugh... A skirt! First time I ever wear a skirt! Move on. -So, what are the basic etiquette rules of afternoon tea? As he said that, holding the cup and saucer in his hands my head started spinning, like a trailer in a tornado, and all kinds of memories started flooding my mind: tea at the kitchen back home, bedtime stories, sleepovers, books falling from my head, dancing lessons with her, laughter, a birthday party, Tyberius, incessant coughing, a hospital bed, a huge oak on the outskirts of town, nights spent crying with only Tybers to console me, finally walking with a book on my head, learning to dance on my own, and back to tea at the kitchen "So, what did mommy do wrong JJ?" -Are you okay master Justin? Would you like to take some air? -Never… Never seconds you may take If the teapot empty stay Before milk, always tea And your biscuits, never dip Stir always like the clock Without a clink chink or stop On the saucer goes the spoon Just so nobody swoons Never put your pinky up That would be messed up Sugar no more than two cubes Just follow these simple rules. -Bravo master Justin! Bravo! Could not summarize it better myself. Master Justin? He was clapping, I haven't recited that for nearly a decade, but it was ingrained on me, I could never forget it. And just as I finished reciting, I was panting, my heartbeat skyrocketed, and my vision was blurry. The next thing I knew we were at the balcony, sat on the swing bench I haven’t noticed, my head rested on his chest, it was comfortable.

Hello! This will be my first post on this board! A friend of mine who is a regular suggested that an on-going story I have been working on might be a good fit for here, so I figured I would post the parts that I have so far. I hope you like it! Lily didn’t see the point of Math class. Well, not all Math classes universally, she didn’t feel remotely qualified to make such a sweeping claim. Somewhere out there could be a future Robert Oppenheimer or Mileva Maric who is seeing their first isosceles triangle and furiously scribbling in their notebook the first figures in a formula that will completely change the way humanity views the laws of reality, and that will ultimately carry us to the stars and all of the wonders contained therein—but that person was not Lily. And that class was not Mister Shigeki’s Intro to Differential Equations. Oh well. At least he was nice to look at, even if his accent was unexpected. She had always thought Scottish brogues were supposed to be sexy, but his just felt frustrating. Then again, the gods don’t give with both hands.As she began dissecting why that idiom doesn’t translate to polytheistic beliefs, a nub of pink chalk bounced off her forehead. Mister Shigeki had hit her right between the eyes from across the room, and now stood leaning against Marissa Adam’s desk in the front row. His beard was perfectly manicured to compliment his jawline, and the smirk on his face betrayed his frustration. “Miss Celeste. I don’t suppose you can tell me the answer to the question on the board?” Lily blinked several times as she processed his request. Her eyes darted to the question on the board and she sighed. There weren’t even any numbers in it, just random letters representing imaginary ones. “You know what Mister Shigeki? I really can’t. But it’s my fault, I thought this was going to be a Math class. If I realized this was linguistics I would have brought my other notebook.” She punctuated the last word by picking up the little red notebook and tapping it on her desk for affect. A murmur of exasperated snickers rustled amongst her classmates and Mister Shigeki rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “If you don’t plan on paying attention, why don’t you just go home early?”Lily raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to teach me?”“You can’t teach someone who doesn’t want to be taught. I have fifty minutes three times a week to teach a first year Math class to a room of students, the majority of whom do not care. If you decide that you want to get caught up, my office hours are always open. But I don’t need you setting precedent for people day-dreaming and getting away with it.” He paused. “Although I suppose half of the room only shows up to ogle you while you’re staring off into the void. Blood flushed to Lily’s cheeks, but the rest of the class was busy either grumbling indignantly of stifling laughter. She blacked out for a moment, and the next thing she knew she was standing outside the door to the Math room with her backpack slung over one shoulder. She started down the hallway to the stairs, feeling extremely self-conscious about how short her skirt was. She threw the front door of the STEM building open with both hands and galloped out into the sun, her ballet flats clicking on the pavement as she did. Lily hated everything about the STEM building, how stiflingly warm it was, how the third and fourth years seemed to linger everywhere like Gollum looking for a fish—she prided herself on how quickly she could get out of it. After such a mildly embarrassing experience she needed to not be around anyone, let alone leering engineering students. Thankfully the University campus was built alongside a dense greenbelt, and she made for the trees. While the edge of the trees was a popular hang-out spot for students, walking just ten minutes into the scratchy underbrush and decomposing autumn leaves virtually guaranteed her solitude. To her, the smell damp detritus was comforting.She kept walking until she couldn’t see any sign of the campus through the woods before finally leaning against a tree. Lily carefully lowered herself down onto one of its roots and took a deep breath. She thought back to what Mister Shigeki said. She didn’t want to be there. That was about all she did know. Halfway into her first semester of University and she still had no idea what she wanted to study, as well as having befriended a paltry two people: Marissa Adams from the Math class after she lent the other girl a pencil on the first day prior to moving to the back of the classroom; and Lily’s assigned roommate, Annie.Realistically, Annie was the only reason she had not dropped out yet. She actually felt like she could trust the other girl. Annie was in her second year and she had the confidence to show it. She had her whole daily schedule planned out, which fit into a weekly schedule, which fit into a monthly schedule, which fit into her five year plan. She colour-coded everything too, and prepared her meals in advance. She prepared her meals in advance! Lily didn’t even feel like an adult most days, and next to Annie she felt like a gods damned toddler.A noise nearby drew Lily’s attention. It sounded like a rabid housecat, then a desperate squeaking. She got to her feet and slowly slunk towards it, holding her bag in front of her as a shield. She peered around a tree into a clearly. A white rabbit with little purple wings was slowly backing up into a tree trunk, having been cornered by some kind of black lynx. The winged rabbit looked injured and terrified. The wildcat coiled as if it was about to pounce, and before she could so much as think Lily broke from cover and hurled her bag at it and prayed the weight of her Math book would be enough to scare the creature off. The bag struck with a heavy thud that knocked the cat off its paws and Lily shouted at it as she moved towards the rabbit. She still didn’t know what prompted her to act. She had never heard of a winged rabbit, so it was probably an endangered species and she couldn’t have extinction on her conscience. Her eyes went from the rabbit to the lynx and she froze. It had three eyes. Three red, angry eyes. And maybe it was because she was closer to it, but it seemed a lot bigger now. Panther big. Lily imposed herself between the ever-growing cat and the injured rabbit, wishing she still had her shield-backpack to maybe buy her thirty seconds more of life.“You are the one I’ve been looking for.”“Wha—“The voice was coming from inside her head, and despite the danger of her present situation it filled her with courage. A brilliant light erupted from the rabbit and she turned her head just in time to see it leap towards her. At the same time the enormous wildcat pounced at her. As the rabbit made contact she was enveloped by light and an invisible force erupted forth from her body and the wildcat was blasted away from her like a shot from a cannon.In her mind Lily saw a pink crystal star encapsulated by a green gem. She saw the star inside her own chest, in her heart, and felt power flow out from it and into her, transforming her. The light faded and Lily was left in the clearing. Her skirt and blouse had been transformed into low-cut tutu-like uniform with a bright purple blow emblazoned on her chest, with matching bows now tied into her hair. Her ballet flats had similarly been changed into knee-high boots, her knee socks had become pale pink thigh highs, and elbow-length frilly gloves had manifested on her arms. A weighty scepter with a pink star atop it was in her hand. But in all of this, the part of her outfit Lily noticed first was what had appeared between her legs: an impossibly large pink diaper, complete with bows and frills that matched the rest of her outfit. The padding was so thick that it descended to halfway down her thighs, and the frills of her new skirt did nothing to hide it. But she had no time to question the ensemble as an enraged yowl from across the clearing reminded her of her predicament. The wildcat pounced again, but this time she reacted faster—faster than she ever thought possible. Lily hopped aside and the three-eyed beast buried its claws into the tree roots in the spot she had stood a moment before. Moving on instinct more than anything else, she thrust her star scepter towards the beast and pink and green light erupted from it. The cat yowled again, but this time in pain as it was thrown into a tree trunk. It hit with a crack and it slumped to the forest floor.Lily stood her ground, not dropping her guard for a moment as she watched the cat’s furious red eyes. It blinked at her as it breathed slowly. Then its form began to change, the heavy black fur seeming to fade away into smoke. All that was left were the three glowing eyes, and then they were gone too. Lily sighed. Then she re-examined her new outfit. What the Hell was going on? And how was she supposed to get back to residence? *** Lily pinched the baby fat of her bicep. Ow. She pressed the bramble of a bush of fuchsia flowers against the inside of her thigh.Ow.She bit down on her tongue until tears welled in her eyes.Oooooooow.Okay. She was now reasonably certain she was not dreaming. Though the only other possibility was that she had lost her mind. Maybe the cat had pounced on her and was actually in the process of disemboweling her as it snapped her tiny neck and everything after the point of impact was an elaborate fantasy her mind had created to cope with the agony. Maybe she stepped on a hidden pressure plate on the forest floor that released a hallucinogenic gas that was developed by the government and she was actually rolling around on the forest floor tripping out like those kids in the DARE not to do drugs after school specials. Drugs seemed like the more likely option, because despite nearly dying a handful of minutes ago and being stuck in the most embarrassing outfit she could possibly imagine, she could not remember ever feeling better in her life.And oh yes, she was stuck. Once the shock of fighting (killing?) a wildcat the size of a small car faded, that was the first thing she tried. Everything was stuck in place, from the headband and ribbons, to the gloves and stockings, to the impossibly skimpy dress, to the diaper that hung almost to her knees. It wasn’t like any of it restricted her at all, beyond needing to waddle whenever she took a step. But the especially weird part of it was that even though she had next to no desire to go anywhere dressed this way. . . She also didn’t exactly have any desire to take it off. These clothes felt good. Safe. Like she was powerful.No amount of powerful-feeling ridiculous outfits were enough to give her any desire to stay in the woods once it got dark out. At night the University’s heavy metal club were known to go out into the forest to drink and blast music and those were the last group of people she wanted to run into. She squeezed her star scepter in both hands as if praying for courage and started in the direction of the campus. At least if she peed herself in fear she was properly equipped for it.Lily’s heart skipped a beat at the thought and she pushed it from her mind. There would be time to figure out whatever she was feeling once she was back in her room. Then maybe she could figure out how to change. Her first problem was making it to the safety of residence, which was located at roughly the opposite side of the campus.The walk to the edge of the forest was surprisingly quick. She had expected her padded predicament to slow her considerably, but the exaggerated sway of her hips didn’t appear to have any such effect. She even found herself smiling, and skipping once the underbrush thinned. The air had an enticingly sweet scent to it, probably from the fuchsia flower bushes coiled amongst the trees. Were they always there? For all of the time Lily had spent in the forest, she could not recall ever seeing them before. She considered stopping to examine them for a moment. . . Then glanced down at her frilly dress and bulging pink diaper and decided it was better to come back later. She was close enough to the edge of the forest that she had to be conscious of running into students sunning themselves between classes. She could make out the concrete of the STEM building through thinning trunks, and the forms of people moving. Classes must have just let out, which meant in a few minutes people would either be off to their next class or in the cafeteria for dinner. This was perfect. If she just waited for that to quiet down she could stealth her way clear across the quad and slip inside before anyone noticed her brightly-coloured ensemble. Just watch and wait. Watch and wait.Watch and wait.She blinked. As her eyes opened she realized how heavy her lids felt. Maybe waiting for a few more hours was a good thing. People less likely to see her in the dark. She could take a nap. The adrenaline was probably wearing off. Her body needed to rest and recover. Lily felt her body begin to sway gently. She could sit down. Just had to keep watching and waiting. Watching and waiting.Keeping her eyes forwards, she squatted down and let her padded rear touch down on a fallen log. She blinked again. Her head nodded forward once, twice, three times. One of the fuchsia flowers was between her boots. She hadn’t noticed it before just now, but it must have been there. Flowers don’t move on their own. Their vines don’t coil around your ankles and travel up your legs and—Lily leapt up from the log and to her amazement flew twenty feet vertically. She flailed her arms and legs in her surprise and managed to snag the branch of a yellow spruce. Lily hung there, one hand on the tree and the other gripping her scepter so hard it trembled. She looked below. The flower was still there, its vines coiled around the log and immobile.No waiting. She wanted out of these woods. Lily swayed her legs back and forth and on an upswing released the branch, sailing forward. She stuck the landing with only a slight stumble and transitioned into a nervous jog towards the edge of the woods. The moving forms through the trees had tapered off. Now was her best shot. As she approached the edge she picked up speed as much as she was willing with her waddle and bolted out onto campus. She made for the shadow of the STEM building and crouched low the way she did when she was playing hide-and-seek tag as a child. If someone looked out the window of one of the nearby buildings for more than a moment they would certainly see her, so she kept moving. She hugged the corner as she rounded it and the campus quad lay before her. It was empty, which is better than she possibly could have hoped. Taking a deep breath she broke out in a sprint diagonally across the field, aiming her trajectory so that the fountain in the centre could shield her from the greatest possible number of windows. As long as no one saw her face, no one would have any reason to suspect her. She passed the fountain, and the glass library, and the English and the art buildings. She crossed the road separating them from the residence and used the enormous and ancient trees that dotted the grass as cover as she skirted past the cafeteria. She could hear people nearby, possibly arriving late or finishing early or just wandering amongst the maze-like grey residence buildings, but it didn’t matter because she was almost home-free. She could see the door to her building, and she forced herself to contain a squeal of delight. She reached out to pull the door open and—She didn’t have her key. She froze on the spot, petrified by the realization. Her key had been in her backpack. Her backpack was still in the clearing, if it was intact at all. Lily had made it all this way only to be locked out. The voices were getting closer. Her legs trembled. Her throat felt tight, like she was on the verge of tears. Her reputation on campus was about to go from lazy smartass to diaper girl.The front door opened under someone else’s power. Annie stood in the threshold, one arm leaning against the metal from and the other propping the door open. She looked Lily up and down and raised an eyebrow.“So I see you finally found your Catalyst. Come on, get in here before anyone sees you.” She stepped back to allow Lily in.What? *** Lily had never been so happy to see her shitty cramped residence room. The hallways and stairwells leading up to their room had been mercifully empty, and Annie had not so much as snickered at her predicament before whisking her in.Lily dove straight for the covers of her bed and rolled herself into a comfortable little burrito. For a moment she hoped that she could forget that she was trapped in an enormous pink diaper, though that did not end up being the case. Annie locked their door and then went to sit next to Lily. She placed a comforting arm around her friend and began to stroke Lily’s cheek. Lily flinched, but then allowed it to happen. She realized that she had been running on adrenaline and not much else since the fight in the woods, and now she was too exhausted to even stand. She opened her mouth to speak but the words felt like mush.“Hush now, baby. Er, sorry,” Annie said, then shook her head with a chuckle. “I can only answer a few of your questions, but I will help however I can.”Confusion prodded at Lily’s mind, but she nodded and waited for Annie to continue.“Okay. The short version is that you are a magical girl.”“What. You mean like Sailor Moon?” “Yes! Sort of. These powers work differently, and there isn’t some team uniform.” “How do you know any of this?”“Well, because I’m one too.” Annie half-smiled and tilted her head to one side.Lily’s brow furrowed and she looked from Annie’s face to her waist.“Wah— No, I don’t have a diaper when I transform. That’s just you, at least I think it is.”“Well why do I look like an enormous child then!” Frustration tinged Lily’s voice.“Calm down, it’s okay,” Annie stroked Lily’s cheek. Lily’s eyes were still wet with tears on the verge of falling. “Okay. There are a few of us all over the world, at least as far as we can tell. We all have different powers and costumes, and generally we’re pretty spread out but occasionally we team up. As near as we have figured out, all of our powers were awakened when we came in contact with an unnatural animal.”“Unnatural like a dragon?”“For one of us, yeah. Mine was a snake with ram horns.” Annie used her hands to mimic curled horns on the side of her head for descriptive effect. “What was yours?”“A—A bunny. With wings.”“I’ll add that to our google doc.”“There’s a google doc? You started all of this organization stuff, didn’t you.”Annie suppressed a blush. “Maybe. We needed to organize to maximize our effectiveness! None of us even know what we’re fighting, just monsters that seem to prey on humans. Someone needs to start piecing it together so we can start to win.”“Alright, alright fine. But why can’t I change back? And, not to sound like a broken record, why am I wearing a diaper?”Annie sighed and took Lily’s hands in hers. “You can't change back because you didn't kill whatever you were fighting.”“The Hell I didn’t! I knocked that giant pussycat against a tree and it didn’t get up!”“Did it fade away like smoke?”“Yeah.”“Yeah. You didn’t kill it. You have to deliver a finishing blow. It’s still in the area, and it’s going to prey on the vulnerable to regain its power.”A cold shiver ran down Lily’s spine. It was still out there. “I have to go stop it.”Now Annie laughed. “No, you need to stay here and rest. You’re weak from your transformation and you don’t know how to use your power yet. I’m going to go finish it off.”Lily opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. Annie made sense. She knew how this stuff worked, so it was better to leave it to her.“Good. As for why you’re wearing a diaper: when we all came into contact with our animal, our Catalyst, they didn’t give us these powers. They just unlocked our potential. As near as we can figure, that’s why we all look different.”“So that means—““—that your potential is related to your youth or innocence or—““—or I’m a giant baby.”The girls let silence hang over them. Annie hugged her friend in what she hoped was comforting. For Lily it was impossible for it not to come off as being babied.Annie stood up. “Look, I’m going to go track down the monster. We’re going to get you turned back, and then we’re going to figure this out. Whatever is going on here, you aren’t alone, Lily. You’re part of a team now.” She offered a smile, then folded her hands over her breasts and closed her eyes. Green light enveloped her in a flash. When it cleared her tank top and short shorts had been replaced by a green bodysuit that looked like it had the same texture as a lizard’s scales. The suit completely covered her chest and neck, and formed a cowl with a set of horns that pushed back her red hair. She had thigh-high heeled boots, elbow-length gloves, and a domino mask. On her hip were a set of twin curved short swords.Lily was simultaneously in awe and painfully jealous. Annie looked like she had stepped straight out of a comic book. She was right, Lily would be no help in hunting down that monster. Annie shot her a wink and skipped to their window, pushing it open with one hand. “We’ll get you fixed up in no time, sweetie. Get some rest, I’ll grab you something to eat on my way back.” And with that she slid out into the night.Lily curled up on her mattress, still cocooned in her sheets. Sleep was a good idea. Just stay here and rest until Annie gets back. Just rest. Just rest. Just rest. On some level Lily became aware that the voice telling her to rest was not her own. In fact, it was the same one she had heard at the edge of the forest. She made to sit up but couldn’t. She couldn’t move anything. Panic began to set in and she tried to struggle, but something had coiled around her body and restricted her movements. She could feel it writhing around her arms and legs, beneath her dress and in her diaper.“Wha—“One of the magenta flowers from the woods came into view in front of her. How had it followed her? Did it stow away? The flower took up her entire field of vision, and the centre of it began to ripple like a mirage. Lily tried to turn away but it followed her every move, and the longer she looked at it the less she wanted to fight it. Everything was fine. No need to scream. This was fine. Just sleep. *** Despite the situation, Annie couldn’t stop herself from smiling. The evening air was growing colder and bit softly at her exposed cheeks as she descended from their shared window. She landed on one knee, then leapt with extraordinary power and grace back into the air. She had orchestrated being Lily’s roommate when her serpent eyes identified the magical potential she held. Annie had been piecing together documents on these Magical Girls since her own awakening and had done her best to establish a support network. She also took it upon herself to ensure potential candidates had a guardian until they found their Catalyst, and these measures had both helped their numbers to swell and kept young girls safe from the corruptive power of their enemies (whoever they were).Annie made contact with the side of one of the residence buildings and immediately bounced off, then ricocheted again and again from building to building. It was still light enough that she had to be quick and quiet, and stick to the periphery of people’s vision as she hunted to the creature. Lily’s reaction, to go with her and help hunt, was an admirable one. But she was tired, exhausted, and had only just acquired her new powers, to say nothing of her unorthodox outfit. Annie didn’t have time to babysit tonight.She gripped the edge of the campus observatory’s domed roof and vaulted onto it; it was the highest point that gave her a clear view of the surrounding area, and a clear view was what she needed to hunt. Annie closed her eyes and focused on the power deep within her. It was coiled around her heart, binding her while protecting her. It was a snake constricting her so tightly that it was impossible to discern where one began and the other ended. The snake opened its eyes and so did Annie, and now they saw the world as one predator. Colours of mundane objects, of buildings and students, were a muted grey. The tainted trail of the creature that Lily had fought was magnified to an unnatural vibrancy. Annie looked towards the woods, to where the cat had entered the campus and to the clearing where Lily had fought it. The trail had a brilliant green aura to it that shone through the trees. There was another glowing colour too, but this one seemed to be spread at random throughout the forest; pink lines woven throughout the underbrush like a hastily-woven web. Annie squinted and her view magnified and zoomed in on one of the neon pink strands. They looked like . . . Vines? With bulbs or flowers. Were they a new weapon? Annie had never seen them before. She would have to examine them more closely after the hunt, and inform the others to beware of strange plant life. A flash of green at the far end of the woods caught her eye. The creature must have reformed, and it was moving fast around the outer edge of campus. Annie took a running leap off the rooftop and aimed to intercept the beast if it stayed on its current trajectory. It was dark enough now that she didn’t need to do this quiet anymore, but the beasts were more powerful at night. She had to stop this now, before it found a staff member or student to feed on.She landed on the ground a dozen stories below in a forward roll and immediately transitioned into sprinting, her heels clicking on the pavement in such rapid succession that any casual observer would see a blur of green and red and hear a constant, steady noise. In the span of a blink she was in the woods, and in the span of another she had closed in on the panther-like creature. Annie drew her blades and wove through the trees to come in low from its flank. With one blade in a fore grip, she jabbed it between the beast’s ribs with enough force to take its paws off the forest floor. Then in a smooth spin she flipped the other blade into a reverse grip and aimed a vertical cut at its meaty neck. The speed of her attack, combined with the speed she had been travelling, was more than enough to part the beast’s head from its shoulders. There were a pair of thuds, one light and the other much heavier as its now two parts landed several yards away, in the direction it had been running. Annie alternated spinning her knives in each hand as she strode over to the beast’s three-eyed head. It still snarled at her despite what would have been a lethal wound to any normal animal. With clinical precision, Annie sunk the tip of her knife into its third eye. It shrieked as rays of light erupted from every orifice and it imploded in the spot. Annie checked over her shoulder just in time to see the beast’s body fade out as if it were sketch being erased by a frustrated artist. That was easier than she had expected. She turned and walked in the direction of vines she had seen before. At this rate she would be finished here before Lily even woke up. *** Lily felt like she was floating. Everything was heavy, as if her perceptions were moving through water. Warm fluid swaddled her, filled her nostrils and covered her eyes. It embraced her inside and out. She didn’t know how she got here, or even where “here” was for that matter. She could see, but she could only see nothingness. Deep down part of her knew this wasn’t real, or it was but that she was really still in her dorm room. Whatever this place was, it was very real, just not in the way her bed or the campus or the trees or Annie were. Annie had gone somewhere. Would she be able to find Lily? Was Lily findable? She became aware of a ripple passing through the fluid that suspended her. The fluid reoriented her in the direction of the source. Something formless, like the void that surrounded her while simultaneously being much deeper. The formlessness shifted almost imperceptibly, then it began to move. It accelerated faster and faster; Lily could feel the velocity tearing at her, and yet she also didn’t move. She screamed but there was no sound, or maybe there was a cacophony all around her and it all became the same thing as the pressure grew to be unbearable—Light burst forth from her chest and formed a field around her. Lily could see colour, and the weight all around her receded. The void rumbled again like angry thunder and then it too was gone and Lily was lying in her bed.The vines of the magenta flower still bound her tightly, and its petals formed a tight mask around her face. She screamed and an omni-direction energy blast burst forth from her, forcibly stretching the vines and the flower squealed like a wounded animal. It released her and slithered away from the bed like a cephalopod on the ocean floor. Lily threw back her blanket. Her Star Scepter appeared in her hand and she fired a series of blasts, but the flower skittered them. It seemed to flatten itself out and slip through an air vent.Lily sat on the edge of her bed, stock-still and arm still outstretched. Slowly, she forced herself to take deep breaths. Her heartrate slowed. It was gone. Maybe she wasn’t safe (she was still transformed afterall), but she was safe-er. It was dark out her window. How long had that thing had her trapped? Annie should have been back by now, right?Annie had gone out to hunt the creature she had failed to kill. The last time Lily had seen the creature was in the woods. The woods were full of those flowers. Annie might not know about them, or if she did she didn’t mention. If they trapped her out there then she could be in serious trouble.Lily gripped her knee until her knuckles trembled, then stood up. She examined her outfit: elbow length gloves and stockings, uncomfortably short and low-cut baby-dress, ribbons and ruffles all over, and a comically large diaper that she could not hope to conceal. Annie carried herself like someone who knew what she was doing—heck, apparently she was the most organized Magical Girl on the planet! She probably knew all about the flowers. And if she already knew about them then Lily would being risking social suicide for nothing. She closed her eyes, then walked out into the hallway. Her best bet was to start where she had last seen the creature. *** With the exception of a handful of late-night study groups and some intoxicated individuals near the campus pub, the campus was relatively deserted. Lily considered that one of her first real turns of good fortune all day. Though, she supposed the ease with which she was able to move in her transformed state could also be counted as lucky. If you had told her yesterday that she would be faster and more poised than ever before while wearing high heels and an impossibly thick diaper she probably would have laughed politely, then backed away slowly and made a note to avoid you in the future. Then again, she wouldn’t have believed very much about what had happened to her today. In fact the only thing that made a strange amount of sense was that Anna was a superhero. Something about the way she had carried herself in the brief time that Lily knew her just had a certain nobility, righteousness even in the mundane. Anna’s fastidiousness and reliability was such that Lily was already second guessing going after her roommate at all. She had not even left the shadow of her residence building, and truthfully was huddled behind one of the exterior bushes. Even if Anna didn’t know about the flower, surely she could handle it. She seemed beyond ready to handle the beast that had nearly killed Lily in a straight fight, and while the flower had posed a threat when Lily was asleep it didn’t seem particularly dangerous once she awoke. Though, the feeling of the vines crawling all over her, of the flower’s hypnotic stare—Lily shivered and shifted her weight from foot to foot. No, she couldn’t let her fear control her, whether it was fear of being attacked or fear of being seen. Anna wasn’t the only superhero now, and it was time for Lily to do her part. She inhaled deeply, held her breath, and exhaled. Then she tensed her legs and leapt forward with all her strength, flying several stories up and into the air. Her breath caught in her lungs for a moment in surprise at her own strength, but there was no time for that now, since she still had to stick the landing. Her toe set down ever so lightly on the lawn and she kicked off again, into the air and covering ground faster than she could have ever imagined. She held her breath for an instant as she saw she would land within eyesight of a group of drunk college bros out for air and she fought to keep the redness from her face. She leapt again, and if any of them had seen her she was gone before she heard the reaction.In a fraction of the time that her absolutely terrifying run home in the afternoon had taken she reached the edge of the woods and was barely even winded, though the next problem quickly became apparent: she could not see in the dark. But she wasn’t worried now, as if something brave and sure deep within her knew what to do. Not really knowing what she was doing, Lily raised her wand up like a torch and a soft pink light emanated forth from its star and as the light washed over her she became absolutely sure that she had chosen correctly. She started off in the direction that she had seen the flowers in earlier that day, trusting the light of her scepter to guide her. And it wasn’t long before she found exactly what she had been worried of: a tightly wound mass of green vines and pink flower, approximately the size of a person. The curved knives Anna had carried lay nearby in the underbrush, forgotten and evidently useless.“Anna—“ Lily cried out and started forward, but her voice and momentum died as quickly as they began as she found those same vines tangle her ankles and wrap around her mouth. One of the flower slithered over her shoulder, and trembled as if in satisfaction. Had the one from the residence building hitched a ride on her? Her cry was muffled, and she struggled in vain as it reasserted it’s earlier control over her, it’s hypnotic center taking up her entire field of view. She felt the inky void calling out for her, comforting. It missed her and wanted her back. Someone in it wanted her back.She wouldn’t go so easily. An omni-directional wave of magical energy burst forth from her chest and ripped the flower away with a piteous squeal. Lily scrambled upright leveled her scepter at the flower nearest where Anna’s face would be and fired. The kinetic blast ripped it away from the mass of vines and revealed Anna’s still-dazed face. Momentarily surprised at the effectiveness of own attack, Lily continued with a flurry of at the heads of the various flowers trapping her friend.“Anna!”Lily’s roommate blinked at the sound of her own name and seemed to come to, quickly tearing the weakened vines away before retrieving her blades. She dashed towards Lily and the two stood back to back.“I told you to wait in the room.”“Bet you’re glad that I didn’t.”“My ass and I are both very grateful for your poor listening skills, but perhaps we can continue this later.” The flowers, though still injured form Lily’s assault, had abandoned any semblance of camouflage and now moved like enormous knotted spiders to surround the two. “I’m not in great shape right now, so I don’t suppose you have a plan?”“More of a hunch.” Lily seized Anna around the hips with one arm, aimed her scepter towards the ground, and fired. The blast lifted both women into the air like a rocket, launching them clear of the trees just as the flowers were about to close in. She angled the stream of energy to carry them away from the forest and back to the relative safety of the campus. They landed in a twisted heap of limbs, sore but safe.As the two extricated themselves from around each other, Lily helped Anna to her feet. “So I think I need to know a little more about this whole magical girl thing.” *** The two exhausted magical girls made their way back across campus, hopefully for the final time that day. Lily still carried a fragment of her earlier anxiety at being seen, but it was much diminished. Perhaps it was because of the terrifying battles with an eldritch blackness on another plane of existence she had experienced twice now today, but she suspected that having her arm around Annie was also a big factor. Something about her friend being there was comforting. Even if her friend seemed the worse for wear.Annie’s eyes were distant, unfocused. The speed and power with which she had moved earlier that night was also diminished. She barely focused on where they were going, instead letting Lily lead her. How could she have let herself be captured so easily? She knew how to fight these monsters and how to smell a trap. How did flowers get the drop on her? And why could she not shake this feeling; it was like the vines were still present, still tangled around her limbs. She felt some weighty darkness pulling at her, something that she had never known before and yet that felt uncomfortably familiar. The night air gave her a sense of unease that she simply could not shake.Despite their physical state, they made it home together without incident. This time Lily was especially cautious of being followed, as she was not about to let the same flower trap her as easily again. Back in the safety of their room, they slumped to the floor, leaning against each other for support in the process. Lily still gripped her scepter so tightly that her knuckles trembled, but the fight was over. At least for now.“Annie. Annie,” Lily stroked her roommate’s hand gently.“Mmm.”“Annie.”“I’m okay, I’m here.”“What is going on?” Lily placed special emphasis on each word, letting their significance impress itself.“We’re magical girls—““Not that part, I got that.” She gestured at the way the two of them were dressed, from Annie’s latex-like catsuit and horned cowl, to Lily’s enormous pink diaper and uncomfortably short dress. “What were those things? Where did they take us?”Annie blinked slowly as if she did not understand the question.“Annie. . . You felt it, right? When the flower trapped me it. . . Brought me somewhere. I felt something.”Annie said nothing.“I’m not crazy, right? That happened, right?” The agitation in her voice was audible.Annie still said nothing.Lily put her hands on her friend’s shoulders and turned her so that their eyes met. “Annie!”Annie gripped Lily’s wrists firmly. “I’m here.”Lily recoiled slightly, but allowed herself a slight smirk as she felt her friend returning."So?”“I don’t know what that was. I don’t remember.” She shifted into a more comfortable sitting position. “Each one of us have different strengths and weaknesses. If whatever those things did was magical— I’m highly vulnerable to magic attacks. I think if you were able to break out it means that—““—It means that I’m not.”“Right. Which means you could be the best person for fighting whatever that thing you sensed was.”The bottom of Lily’s stomach fell out and the emptiness in her gut chilled her. How could she possibly face that thing again? Annie stroked her friend’s cheek as she had earlier that night. “Don’t worry, hun. That doesn’t mean you have to do it alone. You’re part of a team now.”Lily could feel her friend’s words. They warmed her heart, and the complicated font of emotions within her caused her to tear up. “Okay. One more question?”Annie wiped the tears from Lily’s face with her finger. “Yeah?”“How do we change back?” *** Lily yawned and stretched her arms above her. She blinked groggily and grunted as she felt the stiffness in her neck. Why was she sitting up? She had fallen asleep in front of their bedroom door, in the same place that she and Annie had slumped over yesterday when—Holy shit was it real?“Annie!” Her voice came out in a sleepy rasp. She sprung to her feet and immediately regretted it as the stiffness in her neck blossomed into a cramp.“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Annie called over from the far side of the room. She was seated at her desk across the room with her computer open. Two mugs, one shaped as Winnie the Pooh and the other with a My Little Pony logo on it sat next her, steam coiling off of them. “Coffee?” Lily took one of the two mugs and sipped from it—strong black coffee—and let her eyes linger on Annie for a moment longer than usual. The green catsuit was gone. She was dressed in her pajama pants and a white t-shirt, the set she wore every Thursday night. She checked herself too. She was wearing the enormous pink sweatshirt that she slept in every night. Most importantly was what she was not wearing: a diaper. She opened her mouth to vocalize the thought perched on her tongue.“So—““Yes. Yes it’s real. Everything. The monster, the flowers, the bunny, the magic. . .”“The costume?”“The costume.”Lily sighed and leaned against the desk as she gripped the mug in both hands to leach off its warmth. She felt Annie grasp her thigh reassuringly.“I know this seems like a lot right now. I mean, it is a lot.” Annie jiggled the high-end mouse hooked up to her computer to bring the screen to life and opened a file titled ‘Crystal Magic.’ “I’ve seen several first transformations, and it’s never easy. Lord knows mine wasn’t.”“What, did you used to have a giant diaper too?” Lily spat the words. She knew she would regret the venom behind them later. But while she was glad to have her friend here for this, there was a very small, very nasty part of her that resented her roommate.Annie tilted her head in recognition of Lily’s point. “No, that was a first for me.”“Oh good, I’m special.”“But you are special,” she said as she grasped Lily’s hand. “Each of us is. We all went through our own struggle when we met our Catalyst. You remember how fast I can more, right?”Lily paused. “Yeah,” she said sulkily.“The first time I changed, I couldn’t control it. I was completely disjointed from space and time as you recognize it. It was—Invigorating, to say the least.” Annie’s eyes took on a far-off look, one that equally reflected fascination and pain.“Oh. . . How long did that last?”“Three days.” She put special emphasis on each syllable. The two girls let the weight of the words fill the room for a time. Lily tried to imagine her own experience lasting that long. The terror at every new predicament, but also at the power that filled her up unlike anything else she had ever known. “I’m sorry.” Lily looked Annie in the eye for the first time since the night before. “I didn’t know. I’m just—““Scared?”Lily sighed. “Yeah. I’m scared. Not even just the monsters and the plants and whatever that. . . Blackness was. I’m scared about what this means for me. What does this say about me?”Annie smirked. “It means you’re a hero. Anything else is just a side dish.” She then opened a blank document with shocking speed and formatted its margins with minute precision. She titled it ‘Lily Celeste,” and her fingers flashed across the keyboard as she filled it in. “We’ll have to think of codename for you soon. Hey, you don’t have any classes today, right?”“Yeeeah, why?”“Because you have class now.” Annie drained her still-hot coffee in a series of gulps, wiped her mouth, and got to her feet. “Get dressed.” She paused. “And don’t wear anything you like.” *** Lily shivered in the dawn chill. She wrapped her hoody more tightly around herself and leaned against the wall next to the front door of their building, just on the edge of where the light fell. The hoody was two sizes too big, a “boyfriend hoody” according to some, but she didn’t feel right calling it that as she had never actually had one (a boyfriend, that is), not unless you counted high school mistakes that ended before they even began. She hoped that it and the two pairs of leggings she had layered would be enough. Training meant physical activity after all, and that meant they would be moving around. Probably. The expired packet of instant oatmeal she had foraged from the common room sat like a brick in her stomach. Maybe the sad, grey paste could have been appetizing if she had more than a shoddy microwave and tap water available to prepare it, but she did not and thus it was quite bad. Lily already regretted eating it at all. But the cafeteria wasn’t open this early, and neither she nor Annie had been to get groceries for the past few days. She had meant to after Math class, on the day when her whole world went crazy and she fought hypno hydrangeas and a fairytale monster while wearing a giant pink diaper. Ever since all that she hadn’t felt much like going outside. Not alone at the very least.Lily examined her own body. She ran a hand across her thigh. It was the same thigh it had been last week, the same as it had been for as long as she could remember. And yet not the same. It felt different. Her whole body felt did.At that moment Annie bounced down the stairs, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder.“Ready to go?”Lily dropped her hand with a start and did her best to make it look like she had not just been feeling herself up. “Yup, so ready. Just lead the way. I am very, very ready.”Annie gave her a look somewhere between maternal care and condescension. She held out her hand as if she wanted Lily to take it, which she did. Then with a flourish of her other hand Annie summoned one of the two curved blades Lily had seen her use before. There was a blur of motion and light and the air itself opened into a narrow slit, like Annie had made a gash in space itself and the guts of the universe were about to be laid bare. Annie winked at Lily then stepped through, pulling Lily with her.Lily was a petrified by panic and wonder and she was certain that for a moment her heart stopped and the breath froze in her lungs and then the apartment was gone and Lily was standing next to Annie, still clutching her roommate’s hand and standing in a meadow that she had never seen before.Annie tossed the blade and it did a neat spin in the air before vanishing. She coughed once and glanced at their still-clasped hands.“Do you mind?”Lily released her death-grip and the motion broke her form her stupor. “What just happened!”“We warped,” Annie said as she set about unpacking her duffle bag. She extracted a stack of clay disks and a small pneumatic device with a slit on one side and a plastic cylinder on top that looked roughly the same diameter as the discs. “Well warp, teleport, instant transmission, whatever term you like really. Most of us have some ability that serves a similar purpose, but it kind of varies depending on the specific powers.”Through the haze of the day of her first transformation Lily remembered Annie mentioning others. She wondered for a moment where they were and when she would meet any them.“But we can talk about my powers later. Right now we’re going to focus on yours.” Annie loaded the disks into the cylinder and clicked a switch on its side. The device breathed to life. “Let’s see how your aim is.” She pulled a remote control from her pocket and clicked a button on it. The device revved and one of the clay disks shot out up into the air—And kept going off into the horizon.Annie glanced at Lily from the corner of her eye. “You were supposed to shoot it.”“Shoot it with what? I don’t even know how to transform.”“Ah! That’s an excellent point. Okay. We should go over some basics.” Annie pulled out a well-loved notebook with the words ‘CM BASICS’ written on it in careful calligraphy. She opened it to a page and held the book up to Lily. There were a series of graphs and numbers, some of which she could recognize from sight but others so complicated that even trying to process them made her head hurt. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna go slowly,” Annie said. She pointed to the first graph, one that Lily could understand. It was a scatterplot. “This graph represents a hypothetical two dimensional reality. Those two dimensions are the two axes of the graph,” Annie said, indicating it with her finger. She pointed to the one next to it. “And this one represents our three dimensional reality. It has a third axis, so the same data we had represented on the previous graph is going to look different by virtue of adding that in.” Sure enough, upon closer inspection the two graphs did contain the same information. The new metric of measurement took the handful of datapoints and cast them adrift from what had been their point of origin.Annie pointed at the final graph, the one that made Lily’s brain hurt to look at. “And this graph represents a reality that has four dimensions. It changes that same data even more, so that it is virtually unrecognizable from before.” Lily tried yet again just to process the thing she was looking at, but looking at it longer brought the graph from merely painful to totally confounding. She couldn’t even imagine a way to sensibly present it in three dimensional space.Lily closed her eyes and rubbed at her temples. “Okay, I guess I’m following you. But I don’t see what this has to do with me.”“Well, you remember how I called that animal you touched your Catalyst? It created a reaction in you with components that already existed, and it was specific to you. As far as I know, the catalyst of one magical girl could not activate another. The one thing that we all have in common, though, is that we all appear to be pieces of a fourth dimensional reality.” Annie paused to let her words sink in. “Your Catalyst reintroduced your fourth axis. From the moment you touched it you have been transformed, changed into your true form. Even right now you are transformed.”Lily blinked several times, then looked down at her body in confusion. Same hoody and leggings she remembered putting on this morning.Annie rubbed her chin with one hand. “I’ll try to break this down even more. You know those shows like Power Rangers or Sailor Moon where they have a transformation sequence every episode?”Lily nodded.“We don’t have that. Our physical form just changes when we use our powers. And when we don’t use them we appear, at least to most people, as we would in this three dimensional reality. We appear the same way we did before we changed.”“I still don’t really get it,” Lily said deliberately. “But I think I get the important part? There’s no ‘Morphin Time.’”“Yes.”“But how do we turn back?” Lily paused for a beat. “Well not turn back but you know.” She gestured around her hips.“The short and horribly unhelpful answer is practice,” Annie said with a shrug. “You just have to figure out what works for you.”Lily sighed in frustration. “Alright, fine. But this all seems pretty. . . High-concept for basics.”“Ah,” Annie stammered. She blushed and looked intently at a spot on the ground. “I don’t get many chances to share my theories with anyone. I guess I just got excited.”Lily stared at her for a long, unbroken second. Then she burst out laughing, so hard that tears formed in her eyes and her abs ached, so hard that she felt like she might pee, which honestly would be the perfect thing to happen since apparently she was a big old magical baby at heart. This was the first moment in the entire time she had known Annie that the veneer of fastidious perfection slipped. Annie was just as confused and alone as Lily was. And at some point Annie started laughing too, until the two girls were exhausted, sweating, and slumped against each other on the dry grass. The two sat in silence, enjoying the emotional release of everything they had both been through over the past few days. Lily looked out into the sky, and the smile that lingered on her lips began to fade slightly.“So if I’m understanding your theory,” Lily said. “I’m always transformed. But when I use my powers that becomes, uh, apparent.”Annie nodded vigorously, pleased that Lily had followed her explanation.“So I’m actually always wearing a diaper.”Annie stopped nodding and squeezed her eyes shut as if Lily had just hit on something she hoped would go unnoticed. “Yeah. According to my theory, at least. That is your true form, or at least as close to your true for as can be conveyed in three dimensional space.”Lily felt around her hips again, searching for any sign of the padding. “Are you okay?” Annie asked hesitantly.“Yeah. Honestly the part that scares me is how okay with it I am. It’s like, I never would have described myself as being uncomfortable in my skin before. But then I experienced that change and I can’t imagine wanting to go back to how I was.”Annie’s eyes sparkled. “I felt the same way about my change.”“I mean obviously it’s still going to take some getting used to but. . . I think I can do this.”“Yeah,” Annie said, squeezing Lily’s hand in her own. “I’m pretty sure you can.”Pieces of another reality. Lily had always felt like she didn’t really fit in, like she was one small fragment of a mosaic that was not meant to be, a piece of coloured glass whose hue and texture clashed with those that surrounded it. But she had decided long ago everyone probably felt that way, that disillusionment was standard. It was the only way she had found to survive. But now, apparently, there really was more to that feeling. She belonged to a space and a time and an existence beyond the one she had always known and that thought filled her with equal parts warmth and sheer terror. And that terror caused a thought to percolate in her.“So those monsters from before,” she said. “They must be from the same reality as we are.”Bewilderment crossed Annie’s face. “I suppose it’s possible. I haven’t had the chance to study them.”“Wait, you mean you didn’t immediately catch one and dissect it?” Lily nudged her in the ribs.“I guess I got caught up in the whole ‘fight evil’ thing. I mean it’s not every day you find out you’re a superhero.”“Okay, well. When I started walking through the woods, I didn’t see any of those flowers. Maybe I’m just kinda dumb—don’t say anything—but if we go by your theory—““—Then you only started seeing them when they became apparent in this reality,” Annie’s eyes lit up. “Lily you’re brilliant. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. If we’re pieces of another reality then it stands to reason that there could be other pieces too.”“If we can figure out what they’re doing and why they’re here—““—then we can figure out where all of this is coming from. Including us.” Annie looked ready to explode from pure elation. She sprung to her feet and offered a hand to help Lily up. “But first we’re going to get some use out of this launcher. Do you have any idea how upset the phys. Ed. Department gets when I take this thing?”“Annie—you stole it?” Lily’s brow knit together and her mouth gaped, the face of someone who had never stolen anything since she had been punished in elementary school for taking Macey Johnson’s eraser because it was shaped like an ice cream cone. Annie raised an eyebrow at her.“What? Did you think they were going to let me sign it out for magical girl practice?” ***

Warning: This story contains blood, gore, death, violence, and Witches. I am not going to put a trigger warning for every bit of violence in the story, but I'll still give out trigger warnings for really heinous things. This whole story has a violence/blood/gore trigger warning. It's not my usual sweet, kind, loving, romantic fare. It's a dystopia. Chapter One The moon hung full and bloated above the city skyline. It was late August and the silvery light was washed out in the thick haze and noise and steady burn of the citylights, but Rachel didn't need blackness or moonlight to finish her job. She was a consummate professional in that regard - get in, get it done, get out without a trace. She was a mystery, the boogeyman for monsters, and in her world the best way to banish monsters was to be a worse one. There. Finally, movement in the window. Rachel shifted slightly, one eye pressed to her scope and chewed her lower lip in quiet contemplation. Sarah Trippoli had a schedule, a routine - stupid for a mob boss, but Sarah had grown decadent and lazy in her old age - one that Rachel had full intentions of taking advantage of. She'd drop her keys in the bowl by the door, kick off the Manolo Blahniks, shimmy out of her bra, and let her hair down. Literally. Her white hair would cascade over her shoulders, she'd breathe a visible sigh of relief, and the White Witch of Winchester would cross her penthouse to turn on her gas fireplace, flip on some jazz, and pour herself the first glass of sherry before ordering her nightly meal. Rachel tensed all her muscles and then released them in order as Sarah moved through her routine. She slowed her heartbeat, relaxed as deeply as she could, and blinked slowly through her scope. When her finger squeezed the trigger it was as it always was - Rachel wasn't Rachel anymore, she was the infamous Witchhunter, and her job was nearly done. When Sarah toppled, Rachel should have been up and out - breaking down her rifle and escaping. Strip off the mottled black clothing, stuff it into the garbage bag with her hat and shoes, ready to dump in the donation bin at the end of the alley. Beneath, she had a much more unassuming outfit, something a human who wasn’t part of the Resistance would wear - a slinky silver shirt and a red skirt that was currently rolled up around her waist above the skintight black pants like a belt. She'd drop it, slip on the sandals she had laying beside her on the tarpaper roof, and shake out her own red hair. She'd stash her gun at the drop point and vanish into the crowd. She’d walk casually, blending in with all the others who lived under the thumb of the Witches. Like any other job. Like every other job. Except she hesitated for a bare second longer than normal, her eye pressed to the scope. The Witch dropped. Fine. Dandy. Normal. But then a flash, a light turning on. Two windows over. Sarah had the penthouse and she lived alone. Oh shit, is there someone there?! A maid? Fuck! Witches broke apart about two hours after death. All that was ever left was ash and grease. Rachel was always extremely careful about timing her jobs so that the Witch in question was alone and would be for the rest of the night. Otherwise everyone and their Familiar would be scrambling over the body, trying to figure out what was going on, who did it, etc. Messy, in other words. "Fuck," Rachel breathed, holding a hand to her forehead as she watched. Oh god, I fucked up bad. Bad-bad-super-bad. Faye was confused by the sound in the other room - it was a bang and a thump. Something in the back of her mind, what was left of her mind, told her that it was a bad sound, a scary sound, that she should run... but the thought was fuzzy and distant. The red glow that held her leash to the wall had disappeared, letting the thin chain drop to the ground the same way it did when she was released. She waddled over to the door, the crinkle of every step destroying the silence of the empty room as she pushed the switch up the same way the white-haired woman did. The lights came on with the same magic they always did, filling the room with the brightness of daylight even though the sun had long set. Faye remembered the sun vaguely, that it made her skin feel warm just by being in its light, not the same as the magic light of this place. Her leash made a soft scratching sound as it dragged on the floor, the rings on her cuffs tinkling as she pushed the door open. "Owner?" she called softly. "Mommy?" She wasn't sure which word she was supposed to use here, the rules were all so confusing. There was a draft in the room, a chill, and the hairs on her arms stood up as her nipples grew pointy and hard. It was uncomfortable but she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do about it. The woman whose face occupied nearly every memory she had lay lifeless on the ground, blood seeping from a hole in her forehead. That wasn't supposed to be there, she was sure of it. Faye felt her bladder release into the waiting padding taped around her. Her Owner liked that, praised her for it. Faye hoped that it would help her get up. The Whisper thrilled at her lack of control and she felt a wave of pleasure rush through her body as the diaper grew warm around her. She walked as best she could to her Mommy, falling to her knees beside her, nudging her gently. This woman, her Owner, her Mommy, was her entire life. Every moment was either spent in the box, or the cage, or the dark room... except when she was with her Owner. Learning. Feeling. "I exist only to serve you," she said quietly, gently shaking her Owner. "How may I serve you?" Why was she asleep now? She stuck to her allowed words, she had learned quickly that her Owner did not appreciate deviation. As she watched the blood creep across the floor, licking at her knees, she felt some of the woman's magic let go... the muddled and murky memory of meeting her Owner for the first time came to her. She had been a servant of some kind, offering food... she had been wearing clothes then, so it was different than now, but she had apparently always been a servant. How she had come home with her Owner, though she couldn't remember why, she just remembered that she had always been unable to refuse the woman. She remembered the knife cutting away her clothes. Remembered her own blood being spilled as the magic took hold and hollowed out a place inside her soul, a place where the Whisper now lived, a part of her. Nothing existed before serving Mommy that night, and the memories that followed were a mix of intense, mind-bending pleasure and terrifying, agonizing pain. Pleasure when she pleased her Mommy, pain when she angered her Owner. She knew she was stupid, her Owner had told her that so many times. But she knew that she was sweet, her Mommy had told her that just as many. The Whisper loved both the pleasure and the pain. Even in the agony, she felt its joy... but nothing made it - and thus her - feel as good as serving, following her Owner's wishes, being her Owner's toy. "Owner," she whispered to the rapidly cooling corpse, not understanding why she didn't respond the way she always did, "I want to please you. How may I please you?" Rachel looked around the scope, just to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her before looking through it again, watching the small blonde girl. She moved tentatively, timidly, but she walked straight for the White Witch’s corpse. It didn’t make sense. Sarah had never had a familiar. Not in seventy years of torturing and killing, of kidnapping and abusing. But there she was, sure enough. A tiny blonde thing, wearing a collar and leash, cuffs, a diaper and nothing else. Brand new, or she wouldn't need the leash. How did I fuck up this job so bad, she moaned inwardly. Of course, it wasn't entirely her fault - the Winchester Witch-bitch had been vocally disdainful of Familiars for decades. Any Witch who needed a Familiar was a lesser Witch - Sarah's opinion had been well known. This, of course, ignored the fact that many Witches kidnapped or purchased Familiars for reasons other than power, but so far as the vicious mob boss had been concerned, power was the end-all, be-all. Problem was... Familiars were helpless. Most of the time they were enslaved humans magically turned Little - it made them easier to control and abuse and hollow out. Others were natural born Littles - nobody was sure when Littles had first started appearing in the human population - they were mostly human, just smaller, more naturally docile. They had big eyes and big hearts and they rarely grew above four feet. A Little being born to a family was a bittersweet event - they almost never remained free through adulthood… more often than not they were sold to the Witches by the family. It could be seen as a blessing. Though Rachel didn’t see it that way. On very rare occasion, Rachel had seen a Familiar from the Other Place - the incubi, the succubi, the cherubs and ishim - but they were expensive and difficult to control, few Witches could deal with it. They were powerful, sure - Rachel had a scar on her left leg from a fight with a succubus - but challenging for any but the most experienced of Mages. If the Familiar Rachel spied through her scope had been one of those she could've happily packed up and left, not giving the Familiar a second thought. A powerful Familiar would eventually figure out a way out of its own bondage without a Witch constantly checking in and keeping them in line. A Little, however... Groaning, Rachel rose to her knees and began breaking down her rifle. She'd have to figure out a way to sneak into the highest security building in the fucking city, get up to the penthouse without a key, somehow break open undoubtedly warded door, and then... steal the Familiar? Rescue her? And then what? Deliver her to Oliver and his crew - or someone else who could take care of her, Rachel supposed. There was hope for a rescued Familiar, depending on how bad the damage was. They could live normal-ish lives… in hiding. If this girl had been fully human once, there was no hope of undoing the transformation, but as long as she was still new... The Familiar was kneeling over the dead body, a heartbreakingly confused expression on her face. Yep. Definitely new. Still new enough that she had some sense of self left, at least. A better Familiar - one who'd been ground into unthinking obedience already - wouldn't have left their room. Wouldn’t have turned on a light. Wouldn't have moved without the Witch's say-so. Would've died of dehydration before shifting an iota. What the Witches did to those poor souls was unforgivable. "Damn it all to hell," Rachel cursed and shimmied her skirt down, dropping her “street” clothes into the donation bag rather than her stealth outfit. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. If she had any fucking sense she'd let the girl starve. Why in the fuck was she risking her neck to rescue... No. She knew why. "I'm an idiot," Rachel sighed and finished changing. Oh well, if I get caught I had a good run, right? All I have to do is get past two dozen lesser Witches, goons, and assembled assholes and then figure out a way to kidnap a Familiar who may or may not be suicidal. Sure. No problem. Easy peasy.

This story is complete and is available on Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WN7H42M/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4 WITCH'S BREW by Cute Kitten Joshua poked at the chocolate cereal puffs and marshmallow bats floating in the milk puddle on his highchair tray. His cheeks and chin were wet with milk; a couple of mushy bats stuck to his face. His plastic bib was as messy as his tray. He wore most of his food instead of eating it, despite his efforts to the contrary. He poked at another cereal puff, trying to pinch it between his fingers. The soggy cereal smooshed under his uncooperative fingers. He puffed his cheeks out in frustration, staring down at his hands and the delicate, silvery webbing of scars on his porcelain skin. His skin was so pale the scars were barely visible. He turned his wrist and the spidery, thin lines shimmered with a pearly sheen. Normal scars were varying shades of pink, red, and white. Not pearl and silver and covering nearly his entire body. The odd scars were souvenirs from a necromantic witch who had slowly burned and destroyed his nerves. He'd been very close to death. Aunt Gertrude saved him just in time. She even brewed him a potion distilled from the Font of Youth, to regrow and restore his injured body. Recovery was not magically instantaneous; his body was like that of a baby, and he had to relearn all over again. Hence his infantile lack of fine motor skills and barely controlled gross motor skills. And Auntie Gertrude raising him like he was an oversized baby. Physically, he was a baby. He couldn't even manage to feed himself yet. Josh puffed his cheeks out and smacked one hand into the milk puddle on his tray. His fingers accidentally hit the rim of the bowl; milk and cereal arched through the air and splattered onto the floor. He froze, eyes going wide as he realized just how big his mess was. He was in so much trouble; Aunt Gertrude would be furious. He wasn't supposed to feed himself; he wasn't ready for that yet. Aunt Gertrude had told his big half-sister Tabitha to feed him, but Tabi had snuck down into Aunt Gertrude's liquor cellar. So Josh had taken the opportunity to prove he was a big boy who could feed himself. He'd failed. Claws clicked on the tiled floor then a snuffling noise near the high chair legs. Josh looked down to see a monstrous, fluffy black dog-like creature lapping up the milk and cereal. Pandora, Aunt Gertrude's familiar. Even at peace, Dora was terrifying. She was slightly larger than a Great Dane, bulky, and fluffier than a Tibetan Mastiff. Her cat-like claws and teeth were made for ripping into the flesh of her prey. She was a barghest, a hellhound; a beast who could only be controlled by a powerful witch. Her massive pink tongue swept out, licking up the last of the spilled breakfast. Dora raised her massive head and started licking the highchair tray. Josh giggled in relief, patting the thick black fur with his clean hand. Orange ribbon was tied in a bow by each ear, making her look pretty for Halloween. Plastic bowl and rubber coated baby spoon clattered to the floor as Dora pushed them out of her way. Finished with the tray, she moved on to Josh's milk-sticky hand then his face. Joshua giggled some more, squirming helplessly as her rough tongue tickled his baby soft, delicate skin. He kicked his feet, his soggy diaper crinkling audibly. A wave of warmth engulfed his crotch as he wet himself but he barely paid any attention. He was too busy being tickle-attacked by Dora's monstrous tongue. "Pipe down. You're gonna attract the old bat with all that racket." Tabitha crept silently out of the basement. She scowled at her little half-brother. They had the same father but different witch mothers. Just looking at him annoyed her. He was so damn pretty; a soft, lovely, delicate baby doll she often just wanted to smash. She felt like an ungainly sow in comparison. "S-sowwy." Josh gasped out in a toddler lisp. His lungs ached from laughing. Pandora sat on her haunches, licking the milk and marshmallows off her muzzle. "Doggy tickles." Shaggy, pale blonde bangs fell into his big green eyes as he ducked his head, looking down at his tray that smelled of doggy slobber. He poked at the mess on his bib. He hated making his big sister mad; it reminded him too much of all the times his mother had been upset with him. "Whatever. Just don't start blubbering." Tabitha snorted, tossing her frizzy dark brown ringlets over her shoulder. She didn't even glance at his tray or bowl on the floor; she turned and went straight to the kitchen cabinet above the sink to fetch a glass. She held up the pilfered bottle to the autumn morning sun streaming through the window. The light caught the pale amber liquid, making it sparkle and shimmer. The bottle should have been brown; instead it was clear to show off the liquor. A homemade label decorated with drawings of pumpkins covered in spider webs. She read the squiggly handwriting. "Spider Cider." She snorted. "Cute. How appropriate for Auntie's Halloween party." She sat the bottle down and turned to Joshua, who still sat quietly in his highchair. "You know, I'm 21. I'm finally old enough to go to the Samhain Feast. Become a full-fledged coven member. Instead, my Halloween is stuck here changing your diapers and handing out candy to filthy brats." "Sowwy." Josh whispered softly, not daring to look up at her. Instead he looked around for his binky. He didn't see it, so he slipped his thumb in his mouth instead and started to suck. Pandora's wet nose bumped into his bare calf and he smiled a little at the ticklish sensation. The barghest stood in front of the highchair and just stared Tabitha down. She didn't growl or bare her teeth; she just stared at the girl. "Dowa, dat not nice." Josh lisped at the barghest. That dead stare trapped her like a cornered rabbit. It was the look of a dog that was considering attacking. Pandora often gave Tabitha that look. She found it almost as annoying as Aunt Gertrude's reprimands. Pandora never attacked her yet, but often looked at her like the damn mutt was thinking about it. Tabi tried to give the familiar a wide berth; all it took was one time, one incident. A barghest attack was hard to survive, and with her sealed magic it was almost impossible. "I'm not scared of you." Defiance laced her tone. Her limbs were stiff and her knees shook. "Anyway, since this Halloween's gonna suck, I might as well have some fun while I can. The least Auntie can do is spare me one lousy bottle of her brew." She slowly, intentionally turned her back on the beast and tried to open the bottle. Her hands trembled and she waited with baited breath to hear a growl in her ear, pain erupt as teeth sank into her shoulder. When no attack came, she let out her breath, hitched on a smirk and slowly, cautiously turned around. "Hey, baby pants, you want a sip?" She waved the bottle, amber liquid sloshing around. "No, he doesn't. You aren't having one, either." A calm, firm voice filled the kitchen.

Hi friends! If you're a fan of either of our work, we have a feeling you're going to enjoy this. It's not a Kimmy story, it's not a Sophie story, it's not a Sophie && Pudding story... it's something entirely new! It's a Sophie & Kimmy story! Welcome to Amulette, a land of magic and witches, demons and diapers, faeries and familiars. We've been writing on this one for a while, and we aren't done yet, but we think it's time to share it! Sophie is going to be posting odd-numbered chapters and Kimmy will be posting the even-numbered chapters. We hope you enjoy it and make sure to leave us lots of Likes and Comments! Also, if Amulette really grabs you, please feel free to write your own stories in this world. Thanks for reading. @Sophie ♥ & @bbykimmy ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Colors of Amulette Chapter 1: Dust To Dust Smoke hung heavy in the room; the spell had gone awry and Jade was highly irritated... bordering on livid. Tapping her finger on the table, she waved the acrid, purple smoke away from her face with the other hand. Her long violet nails clicked on the dark oak tabletop, as she sneered - she should be able see her reflection in the shine, but it was filthy, it looked like it hadn't been dusted in days. She swept her eyes across the room, her private workroom was decorated entirely in burgundy and shades of violet, illuminated by faelights and candles in equal measure, her black gown shimmering just so. It was a dark room with a dark purpose, and it was her pride and joy. Jade's sanctum was extravagant - not every witch in the Keep got a private sanctum, but being the daughter of a particularly powerful witch definitely had its perks. She was a member of the most powerful bloodline in the realm… though she wasn’t terribly skilled herself. She had her own quarters as well, no mere dorm like the lesser witches. No, Jade was used to the finer things in life, and she expected things to go her way. She scowled at the purple haze descending over the room, soiling her precious belongings, tainting pristine white pages with the violet smoke. The spell had been a disaster, and the mess was staggering. She knew the failure was her own fault, deep down... but she was furious at her servant for it regardless. And she would find some reason to blame her for it. "Paige!" she roared, hands moving to her hips as a sneer curled her purple-painted lips. Her natural color was a pale green, but she hated green. She dyed that pale green hair black regularly, and performed a charm every morning to turn her soft green eyes a brilliant purple. Lips, however, were tricky - so she resorted to mundane means. She loathed her mother's choice of name for her, but names had power and to change a given name in her world was to give up a great deal of it. "Paige! Get in here now!" Great, Paige thought, in trouble for something I didn't do, no doubt... She sighed and got up from her desk and fixed her dress. She wanted robes. She wanted a cute hat. Acting as a witch's Apprentice wasn't anything like she thought it would be. And it didn't help that Miss Jade always called her a servant... Paige was twenty-eight years old, but like most women in Amulette - the World of Witches - she looked a lot younger. Large, puffy cheeks. A button nose. Bright shimmering yellow eyes. Her long summer-blonde hair curled over her shoulders and down her back - a very easy spell she had learned ages ago. Looking nice was important for someone in her position. She was the niece of a First Circle member - there wasn't room for failure. And nonetheless, Jade treated her like a common street urchin. It was so frustrating. One step into her office and Paige knew she was in trouble. Her eyes scanned the bookshelves, ensuring everything was properly put away. The curtains were closed. The lamps were polished. What had she done? What had she forgotten? "Yes, Miss Jade?" Paige asked quietly, stepping into her office. The carpet was plush beneath her bare feet. She felt the energy in the air. Electric. Magical. Paige loved Jade's sanctum... The scowling witch’s eyes narrowed further at the lazy girl sauntering into the room, as if Jade had invited her for a casual tea. Paige fancied herself well on the road to being Promoted, despite only having served as a Apprentice for a measly three years. The girl hadn't even earned the title "Apprentice" in Jade's opinion - she needed to learn humility, servility, silence. And so she didn't use the title. The difference in appearance between the two of them was night and day. Jade Mazzi was sharp lines and harsh angles, pencil thin and severe. Her skin was milky-pale and clashed horribly with her choice of makeup - her natural shades of green softened those lines, softened her look… but she covered it all up with blacks and violets. She stood over Paige, sneering, her angular self a stark contrast to soft and inviting Paige, the friendly Apprentice, the kind girl. It made her sick. "Yes Miss Jade?" she repeated mockingly. "Do you see something wrong with my sanctum, Paige? Hmm? Anything? Anything at all?" The girl was so disgustingly adorable, Jade couldn't stand it. It was so unfair that she had been saddled with this brat. But she would bring the girl low - ostensibly to build her back up - but the Mentoring witch wasn’t exactly honest with her own motivations. Jade had taken her shoes a week ago, just as she had taken the novice robes her servant was not entitled to. She would continue to strip Paige of her comforts until she learned her place, and if that didn't do it, she would do what some of her Order did and strip her adulthood as well... but there could be consequences. No. No matter how Paige screwed up, she was safe from that fate. Paige was so blasted cute as it was, Jade wondered if she would even notice. She drummed her fingers irritably on the table as she waited for an answer, glaring through the purple smoke. Paige wasn't dumb. She had been practicing magic since she was a little girl. But, unfortunately, without a witch's blessing, she wasn't going to make anything of herself. Apprenticeship came first. In Jade's sanctum, she was careful to polish everything by hand. One wrong spell and something could break... Paige shivered at the thought. But she wasn't dumb. Jade was hot tempered, quick to start placing blame. So Paige did what was most logical: she examined the contents of the table between them. A scrying orb. An advanced text in a language Paige couldn't read. Lots of purple smoke. Purple smoke, purple smoke... "Uh, you used the wrong catalyst?" The words had slipped out. She hadn't meant to say them out loud. It was a thought that reached her mouth before her brain could stop her. Paige had been working for Jade for nearly three years, and never did anything good come from assuming Jade had made a mistake. Jade pursed her lips as the girl’s foolish words sent raw, red rage coursing through her. Why did I have to get a human? she lamented, I could have bought a fae-servant, or a demon. But no, I needed the prestige of initiating a new witch. "Excuse me?" she seethed. "Are you implying that I, your Mentor, your owner," it was technically true, she owned Paige until she received the blessing, "am responsible for this? Doesn't it seem a little more likely that you FAILED TO CLEAN THE BRAZIER?" Jade knew the girl was right and that made it even worse. Green sparks crackled at the fingers of her right hand, magic leaping from fingertip to fingertip as she struggled to keep from hexing her stupid Apprentice right there. "You will clean up this mess. Properly. And then you will report to my quarters for your Demotion, servant." Demotion?! Paige's eyes went wide and she shook her head in disbelief. Over something this stupid?! Absolutely not! "No way! I cleaned that thing yesterday!" Paige had been meticulous, thorough. She moved every book on the shelves. She lifted every artifact and ingredient and placed them back in the exact same spot. She'd washed all the tubs and the braziers with the stuff Jade had given her. And Paige hated cleaning! All month she had been trying so hard. Frustration bubbled up in her chest. "This isn't fair! I've been helping you for years and I should be learning magic by now! Not cleaning up your sanctum! When are you going to teach me some real spells? When do I get to do something fun?!" "Not fair?" Jade scoffed. Paige just didn't know when to stop talking! "Not fair!? I served as an Apprentice for fifty-two years, you whining whelp! You've belonged to me for three, and I've been incredibly lenient despite your constant incompetence." She slid a finger along the worktable, holding it up and showing the non-existent dust mingled with the residue from her failed spell. "When do you get to do something fun? When you learn your place." Jade stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her and returning to her quarters. Her gorgeous, luxurious quarters, which were hers by virtue of her station. She was Third Sword in the Order of the Manticore, though she aimed to be Second Scepter before the end of the year. She strode through her sitting room, past the bedroom, and entered her private study. She unceremoniously flopped down in the enormous overstuffed recliner and set her communication crystal on the table, tapping it and chanting a few words. "She's finally done it," she growled to Rosa the moment their crystals linked. "She's finally pushed me too far, I'm going to Demote her." "What did she do?" her best friend asked, obviously eating something - which was distressingly poor communication etiquette - but she wasn't going to alienate her oldest friend. "She's demanding to begin spellwork after three measley years, Rosa! I am weary of her impertinence." "Why are you keeping her?" Rosa asked, her voice full of scorn. "Just kick her out, buy a familiar - my little fae is so precious, you should get one." "I can't," Jade sighed. "I'm stuck with her. She's the great-niece of a First Circle member... if I kicked her out, she'd complain to mother and- " "That would be bad," she could practically hear the grimace on Rosa's face. Nobody crossed the High Manticore, not even her own daughter, and certainly not said daughter's best friend. Jade sighed a weary, put-upon sigh, covering her face with her hand dramatically and taking a very purposeful cleansing breath. "You keep your fae diapered, right? Where do you buy the diapers?" "I'll port you some," Rosa offered, ever the kind friend. "They should fit, pernicious Paige is on the small side, right? And worse case, you can enlarge them a bit. Do you want the normal daytime ones, or the humiliating night-time ones?" "Oh the night-time ones, for certain. Those will be her daytime diapers." *** Paige continued to clean up Jade's sanctum, muttering to herself. She really hadn't done anything wrong - there was barely any dust on the desk at all! But she shouldn't have spoken to Jade like that either. Paige's impatience was no excuse for her outburst and she knew it. Demoted... Paige didn't know a lot about demotion, but she knew it was a terrible fate for Apprentices. It changed all the time - in her father's day, a Demoted would wear an enchanted collar. Everyone knew. She shuddered at the thought, rubbing the back of her neck. She was a great Apprentice! Jade just never gave her the chance. Either way, Paige thought, maybe I could make that soup she likes... She had to get on Jade's good side.

(this is a fixed/updated version. I would like to thank R682 for helping me with spellcheck.) Dropped in a New World Chapter 1 'I cursed bitterly, screaming out my frustration as I ran through a sea of trees. Behind me were a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yelled at her as I continued to run. The beasts weren't that strong, but fighting a pack of them was a different story. They could quickly surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!?” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there were only three of them. Watch your left!” she yelled. “FROST!” I yelled, extending my left hand to blast the beast with ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled, which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff, A raging current surged below us, and a wild pack of beasts were charging up behind us. We were out of options. I couldn't use my sword. Our mana was getting low... And I could feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again! “You trust me?” I asked Bab. “Right now? No!” she told me, already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I told her, before jumping off the cliff. Both of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. * * * I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving money to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last three years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. To not waste a ticket, he gave it to me. To be honest, while I was having fun, I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking, and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just three t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily, I did get myself some hiking boots, but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp, and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs); TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack; Double Sleeping Bag; Sundome 2 Person Tent; SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit; Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3); Pocket knife; Flashlight; 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier; Extra rope; FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool. I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happened. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes, I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was so freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see, and into a small town. People who looked like they were from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople two days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on Earth, but a place called Caruma. almost everything we know about fantasy is from here. “A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world, but their fight always led to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their own power, they would try something else.” the elder of the village told me on the first night. “They created fifteen crystals and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world: Poruma, the black god, summoned monsters; Rilla, the white god, summoned warriors.” “Wait, i'm not a fighter. Heck i've never even shot anything stronger than a BB gun.” i told them. “While we say warrior, in actuality it just random people summoned from earth to fight the black gods monsters.” the elder told me. “Why?” i asked. And the elder just shrugged. “Who knows.” he told me. “Each crystal could summon one warrior every ten years. The first god to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next three thousand years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the fifteen, seven white crystals have been destroyed, while five dark crystals have been destroyed.” “But there wasn't a crystal. How was i summoned?” i asked. “To be honest, we don't know.” the elder told me. “Thirty one years prior, the town was attacked by monsters, and they destroyed the crystal. But if i had to guess, because it was already about to summon a hero, the remaining pieces must have spent the last thirty years collecting power to summon you here before the crystal died.” Next they then told me how I could go back home. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy, and in ten years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical power to them, you can have them send you back home. The problem with this is that it usually takes a lot of magic to do so, and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get there. When the village was destroyed all those years ago, most people left, and the ones who stayed were now too old or too young to take me. The only exception was a farm boy named John, who was sixteen: two years younger than me. But for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him... In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic, but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a unique bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other for long. Should they be away from each other for six hours they will both die. If one dies, the other has six hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair complete one of a few select quests, and the bracelets can be removed, while still granting the person the ability to use magic. The reason John wanted to form a bond is that it would make travelling through the woods a lot easier. He said there aren't many powerful monsters there, but it was better to be safe than sorry. I had to wait a few more days before the contract could be made. John needed to finish some stuff and prepare before we leave. During that time some people let me stay at their houses, despite knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only five kids there: two boys, three girls, and a women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night, as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying there were from parents who had either died, left for adventure, or just left their children behind, without any idea where their parents now were. It was sad, but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one, who only stared at me. The women later told me 'Ema' was the girl's name, and that while she was 14, her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one, she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well, so she was forced to use baby bottles. Lastly, she had to wear diapers: for some reason, her bladder and bowles was just too weak. I honestly felt terrible for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Early in the morning, I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. When a contract was made it would make a bright flash, so we were in the woods so as not to disturb anyone and get a head start toward the next town. “Ok this should be good,” John said, once we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then, let's begin.” He then began to chant something, and both of our bracelets began glowing. We both raised our hands ready to form the contract, but stopped when we heard something. The contract ended as we looked around the find what it was. Upon investigating, we found one of the kids spying on us. It was the Ema girl? Not far from us we heard the orphanage caretaker Alice yelling for the girl. Apparently, Ema chased after us after we left, without telling the Alice. After a brief talk with the Alice, she was about to take Ema home, when Ema ran up to me. “Be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw,” Ema said, as she grabbed my hand, wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj,” she said. Suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled and tried to stop it, but it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes, and for a few moments, I couldn't see anything! I just heard the same thing being repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled, and when I could finally see, I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said, until Alice grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” Alice yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on her. “Yep, and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said with a sly smile on her face. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place? And how did you activate the spell?” John asked her. “I stole it from Miss dumb-cunt here,” Ema said and nodded at Alice. “And anyone who knows magic knows that simple spell.” “I think the bracelet is mine,” Alice told John. “My husband was an adventurer.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell,” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked, and everyone looked at me. “Wait, you can understand me!” Ema yelled surprised. “Of course I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I told her confused. “What are you talking about?” Alice asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “Just gibberish.” “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who seemed very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema, and you're now grounded!” Alice grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema, it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she yelled as she tried to resist the much bigger woman. “Wait, I need to figure this out,” I told Alice. “I'm sorry, but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema,” she told me. “I'M NOT EMA!” the girl screamed, as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go, she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema, it's time to come home.” Alice told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. Tell her!” the girl yelled at me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab,” I told Alice, and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her?” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding Bab. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the central and most prominent problem. I was now connected to a tiny child, and I still needed to leave! After a lengthy discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than forty feet from each other for more than six hours, and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So i had to make the most important decision of my life! “Ok, as soon as you sign this you will have officially adopted Ema.” Alice told me. “BAB!” Bab yelled. “Its Bab, remember?” I asked as i sign the last of the paperwork. “Oh, right. Sorry i'm still not use to that name yet.” Alice told me as she sits in her office chair. So, I wound up having to adopt Bab, and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly, because of her John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely, but without it, it just became too much of a risk, when he would have to come back alone. With the paperwork out of the way, we decided it would be best to stay one last day and let Bab get ready. Tomorrow we will leave in the morning. Throughout the day Bab was being bombarded with questions from the other kids, but she just tried to ignore them. She was too busy packing clothes in what looked like a pink school backpack. It wasn't that big but amazing she fit 3 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, and 3 pairs of socks. Along with a spare blanket and a pillow. “Are you sure that's all you want to bring?” I asked Bab. but she ignored me too. “Ok kids, it's time for bed,” Alice told the kids. I watched as she went to each kid and tucked them in and saying their goodnights before her and I went downstairs to have a little chat. “Are you positive you have to go?” Alice asked me. “If I don't then I can't go back home. I have family and friends I need to get back to.” I tell Alice who made us tea. “But going out there with a child, I still think it's too dangerous,” she told me. “I know that. But what am I supposed to do?” I asked Alice and took a sip of my tea and nearly spit it out. I really don't like tea. “I know this village isn't much, but you could still have a good life. Just the two of you,” she told me. “I do know about that. But I still need to go. How would you feel if you suddenly went to my world and you could never see your friends, family, or kids?” I asked her. “I would do anything to get back to them,” Alice told me. “But Bab is still small and helpless.” “I know she has her problems. Which is why I'll do what I can to protect her.” I tell Alice who just shakes her head. “It's not just protecting her. It's everything else. I don't even think she thought it out when she formed this bond. No one else can understand her but you. Her hands are messed up and can barely hold objects with 2 hands. her small body means she can't walk or run as fast as you can and she gets tired more easily.” Alice told me. “I can translate for her, I can feed her, and I don't mind walking slower, or I can just carry her,” I tell Alice, but again she shook her head at me. “There's still one last problem,” she told me. “What's that?” I asked. “You'll see,” she told me before she went to bed. I slept in the guest room again, and luckily it was still in the safe within 20 feet from Bab that the curse wouldn't affect us. I was awoken the next morning by a knock on the door. “Are you decent?” Alice asked. I was, and she came into the room with Bab. “Whats up?” I asked with a loud yawn. “It's time to see the big problem,” Alice told me. Confused I looked over to Bab who face was bright red and didn't want to look at me. Alice then grabbed Bab’s Pants and had them fall to the ground exposing a very full diaper. That's when it hit me that I would have to be the one to change this girls diapers and my face got red. “If you still insist on going you are going to at least know this much,” she told me and places a small mat on my bed and had Bab sit on it. Bab was then forced to lay down, and she covered her face in embarrassment. I guess she really didn't think this through. Alice then told me I had to be the one to change her diaper, telling me she would walk me thru it. First, I unfastened the tabs on the dirty diaper and pulled down the front half of the dirty diaper. There the sight and smell nearly made me gag. I was then told to use the front half of the diaper to wipe the bulk of the mess off of Bab's bottom. Next to fold the dirty diaper in half under her, with the clean side up. I was then handed a damp cloth and told to wipe from front to back as this helps keep bacteria from causing an infection. Then I took the dirty diaper and wrapped it up and placed it off to the sided. It really stinks, but at least the worst was over. Finally, I placed a clean diaper under Bab and sprinkled the baby powder over her area before taping the diaper shut, Alice even told me the diaper should be snug but not so tight that it pinches. Bab was now in a clean diaper but looked like she was close to crying after having her diaper changed by a not only a stranger but a guy. “What do you say to Alex for changing you?” Alice asked Bab who for the first time today finally looked at me. “Thank you,” she said in a meek voice before running off somewhere. “My offer still stands. You can still stay here if you want and I can still help with taking care of Ema, sorry Bab.” Alice told me. “I know this is going to be hard but I think we will be alright,” I tell her. Alice could only sigh and give me a diaper bag full of supplies I would need for Bab. with enough diapers to last us quite a while. I strapped the diaper bag to the bottom of my own to make it easier to carry. After an excellent breakfast, we said our goodbyes. The kids were crying that Bab was leaving and even Alice looked like she was about to start crying. “Please be good now Ema, sorry force of habit, I mean Bab,” Alice told Bab before embracing her in a hug. “I will,” Bab told her, and I translated. They watched as we walked away from the orphanage before disappearing behind the trees. “Please stay safe.” Alice whispered. In the end, this is where our adventure began: dropped in a new world. (ill be doing character bios attached to this new updated story. but will be doing them on DA.) https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-Alexander-March-741388919 https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-Bab-Ados-741389109 https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-John-nile-741389234?ga_submit_new=10%3A1524290287

Charli burst out from the barrier, her heavy suitcase pushed ahead on a trolley, a pink backpack bouncing behind her as she slowed down, the sight of the Hogwarts Express, in all it’s scarlet glory, coming into view. She caught her breath after that short sprint, the barrier had rejected her each time she tried the more subtle art of side-stepping during the previous years. Learning her lesson she threw caution to the wind after kissing her parents goodbye, making sure her skirt was aligned, before breaking into a steady jog at the dividing barrier between platforms 9 and 10. She looked over the crowded scene before her. Over seven years nothing had changed: a multicoloured crowd of children, teenagers, parents, porters, even the odd magical pet that had been let loose… or escaped a careless owner. Charli ducked a little as a particularly fat barn owl wooshed over her head, feathers almost brushing her hair as a fourth year chased after it, arms outstretched. Ordinarily Charli would be seeking her friends and classmates, catching up on wizarding news and summertime gossip. Not this time. Charli’s final year would start off in with constant vigilance, throwing looks over her shoulder, one hand pushing the trolley, her other making sure her light skirt remained in place as she sidled as nonchalantly as she could through several dozen parents in the middle of an animated boast about each of their children’s accomplishments. As she slid past the gleaming engine, a jet of warm steam billowed out over her legs, her skirt getting caught for a moment. Her heart jumped as she attempted to keep her cool, pulling it down as firmly as she could, hoping no one saw anything. ‘Just need to worry about being seen,’ she thought to herself, looking around feverishly. ‘No one will hear it, not here, way too noisy. Just keep this damn skirt from giving me away!’ The skirt had not been her idea. No way. Had she had her own choice she’d be in secure trousers all the way, maybe a loose pair of shorts, baggy enough that they hid whatever underneath. So what if they wouldn’t look good? Stealth is the key here, and I’ve got too much to lose. Charli heaved her case to the nearest open door. Lugging the massive container, she manhandled it up the steps and into the cramped corridor. She yanked her backpack more securely onto her shoulders, before wheeling her case down the carriage. Like the platform outside, the inside of the train was buzzing with laughing, screaming, and chattering of hundreds of people. She had a fine job squeezing past others also attempting to move their own luggage around the train, having to press right up against the wall on more than one occasion. Had this been any other year Charli would have gone straight to her friends, or maybe even the prefect compartment, having been made a Gryffindor prefect the previous year. No… she’d have to bite her lip and find somewhere safer. Somewhere she wouldn’t be disturbed. After nearly ten minutes she found a vacant compartment very close to the end of the last carriage. A littler smaller, only just big enough for four passengers, but it came with working blinds on the door and inner windows, plus she could utilize a locking spell. It’ll be perfect. Sliding the door shut, she took a deep breath, lifting her giant suitcase onto the rack opposite her. After a few close calls of it nearly slipping, she secured it, flopping down on the seat to catch her breath. As she panted, she quickly checked that the close was clear, before carefully pulling her skirt up. Meeting her gaze, smiling innocently back at her between her thighs was a particularly thick disposable diaper. White in colour, cuffs around the leg holes, four tapes holding it on. It was a diaper, no getting around it. ‘I am on a train filled with hundreds of teenagers and I’m sitting here literally in the thicket nappy my parents could find. Great...’ she grumbled to herself, giving the poof a tentative poke. ‘Warm already. So I did have an accident in the car, ughh!’ Charli thought back to the fifteen minutes she spent driving through London in the back of a taxi with her mum and dad. Just a quarter of an hour and she’d wet herself then too! She had thought she felt the warmth of the ‘incident’ but it was getting harder and harder to feel it these days. ‘If this keeps up I won’t feel it at all!’ Charli threw her skirt back in place and folded her arms with a huff, kicking her feet out onto the seat in front, pouting to no one but herself. Charli was a pretty small girl, to be perfectly honest. Small, bespectacled, and (if she thought so herself) pretty cute. Her hair was a darkish brown, shoulder length, and almost black, except for the odd rogue greyish-white hair that stood out no matter how much she plucked at them. Currently she sported a light summery cardigan over a dress of duck-egg green colour, a pair of casual trainers on her feet. She fiddled with her glasses a little, trying to get comfier. In the relative quiet of her compartment she could hear the diaper crinkle with every other little move she made. Shifting her bum, moving her legs, even leaning over to peer out the window a plasticy noise called to her from under the skirt mockingly. ‘You can do it, Charli,’ she tried to reassure herself again. ‘Just ride it out, visit the Hospital Wing the moment you get to Hogwarts, and everything will be fine...’ The train whistle blew overheard, she heard the sound of porters shouting for students to board. She put on her best glare that she could muster as people peered in, going as far to fetch her prefect badge from her rucksack, pushing the neatly folded stack of diapers aside to find it at the bottom. Pinning it to her cardigan she flashed it threateningly whenever a student didn’t take the glare seriously. ‘Not exactly prefect behaviour...’ She thought to herself, the girl she shooed away looking dejected. ‘But I can’t take the risk, even if it is a first or second year who doesn’t know me. Heck, or might not even end up in Gryffindor house at all.’ She felt another trickle as the train began to move. She bit her lip, lifting herself a little off the seat as more warmth spread inside, absorbing into the material around her. She felt it grow warmer and warmer, squishier and thicker. She settled gingerly back down with another crinkle, the poof surrounding her down below. As she watched the tall buildings of capital city start to move past, she griped the arm rests of her seat tightly, hoping that the journey, hours long, would pass without incident…

A story about Raven trapped in a world of Mother Mae Eye's creation. Will the Gothic super hero escape? Find out in future installments or check out the rest of the chapters on my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 Raven rolled over in her bed, torn from her deep sleep by the alarm going off, calling the Titans' attention. The Gothic teen quickly joined her team of teens. They all congregated in their living room/command post as Robin, their leader, noted several emergencies happening simultaneously across the city. Each demanding their attention, but there was no way that they could be in three places at once. Robin decided to break the group up into small erase teams: Beast Boy would tend to the lowest priority issue while Robin and Cyborg raced out to the first national Bank to stop a group of Hive villains from robbing it. This left Starfire and Raven to look into a strange call coming from the orphanage on the edge of town. Starfire thought about her friends and worried slightly about them as the orange skinned alien flew alongside her pale teammate. Below her, the city's streetlights pulsed ominously, turning off and on every few seconds. "I worry about the others. Friend Raven, do you think they'll be okay?" "Cyborg and Robin can handle the Hive hooligans and I'm confident that Beast Boy will find whoever is disrupting the power grid." Starfire nodded. "I believe that you are right." It was a fairly short flight to the edge of town where a dormicile building stood shrouded in darkness. For whatever reason, this structure was powered by Jump City's electrical grid. Still, eerily green flashes of energy illuminated a bank of windows on the side of the dorm. This light show caught the female Titans' attention as they landed in the front of the dark building. "Let's get in there." Raven used her teleconetic powers to fling the large oak doors open. The two Titans hovered just above the ground, slowly but surely proceeding down the long hallway while lights flicked all around them. Shadows were casting strange shapes on the walls while the hallway lamps blinked on and off. Raven deduced that the lights were coming to life randomly thanks to the pulses of energy coming from deep within the dormitory. Soon the duo of magic welding super heroins came up to a three way junction, one hallway ending while another led off towards the east and west sides of the building. The third direction was a large pair of door standing right in front of the girls. "What way is best to go?" Starfire asked her Gothic comrade. Before Raven could answer, a powerful blast of green aura burst through the doors in front of them. The ladies shielded their eyes in surprise until the light dissipated. A loud cackling caught them slightly off guard. Starfire and Raven lowered their arms and noticed who their foe was. "You again!?" Raven called out, in an annoyed tone. "Yes, it is the evil mother once again." Starfire added as if Raven couldn't see that for herself. "My children have returned to me!" The voice belonged to a short, fat, old woman who wore a red dress, a white shawl, and a pink apron which was lined by white frills. A red hat covered in pink polka dots with a white bow tied around it sat a top her head. "Seems as though you forgot to bring my boys, though." The strange elderly lady added, seemingly dismayed. "Our friends are busy enough without having to deal with you, but they left you for us to handle. Isn't that right, friend Raven?" Starfire looked to her pale comrade for confirmation. "I couldn't of said that any better myself. Let's blast this old hag back to oblivion!" Raven and Starfire flew into battle, side by side, charging the wicked old woman. "Now that's not very polite. A little girl like you shouldn't use such vulgar words to describe me!" Mother Mae Eye lifted her old staff and shot a green ray at Raven. A barrel roll saved the Gothic girl from being hit by the beam of energy."Nice try, but you got to do better than that." "You've seen nothing yet, child!" Mother Mae Eye boasted, transforming into her true form: A sickly green hue appeared across her flesh as her clothes turned purple. The decrepit old sorceress was my finished yet. She jammed the butt of her staff on the ground, summoning a light so bright that it practically blinded Raven and Starfire. "Damn it!" Raven cursed, her hands once more trying to futile shield her eyes from the light. However, the damage was already done, little dancing stars covered her closed eyes. After a few moments, she opened her eyes slowly, only to see a wall of hypnotized eyes which had surrounded the female Titans. "Oh, shit!" Raven shouted before locking eyes with a pair of the swirling eyes. She found herself in a deep trance within a matter of minutes. Unbeknownst to Raven, Starfire hadn't avoided the hypnotic gaze of the eyes either. Both girls fell to the floor of the cafeteria inside the dorm.

An original story about a twenty five year old woman who visits her best friend. Did her friend party too hard and fry her brain? Why has she decided to give up on being an adult and become a baby? Is it possible that something beyond her comprehension has forced her to be a baby? Find out below. Lauren stepped out of her car and looked at her friend's house or, more correctly, her friend's mother's house. It had been over a week since the young woman of twenty four had heard from her friend. Typically, they exchanged phone calls frequently throughout the week, supplementing the gaps in between with texts about various subjects and what not. However, Abbigail had stopped answering her phone and numerous texts were ignored during the last five days or so. The girls used to work at the same office until Abbigail had lost her job about a month ago and, while she was being a downer, for obvious reasons, she always maintained some semblance of contact with her best friend. This period of silence between the two unnerved the usually upbeat and confident young woman. Hell, she would've stopped by sooner, but a major project at the office had been dumped in her lap. Thankfully, Lauren had wrapped it up and used her first day off, in what seemed like forever, to check in on her friend. "She better be okay." The young lady in her small denim jacket and blue jeans muttered to herself as she walked up the driveway. One thing stood out to Lauren: Abbigail's car no longer occupied the patch of pavement in front of the Tudor style household. 'Had she just up and moved? Maybe she was out looking for another job or cruising around, smoking a joint?' A multitude of possibilities rushed through the young professional's mind, but one slightly significant detail did go unnoticed: a large, pink carseat occupied the backseat of the black Mercedes Benz SUV. *Knock* *Knock* An older Asian woman opened the door. This kind yet firm woman was none other than Mrs. Yoshikawa. Lauren knew the older lady well enough from her youthful days of playing with Abbigail and numerous nights filled with sleepovers. "Hello, Lauren!" She smiled and welcomed the petite girl in. "I wasn't expecting you to stop by." "I decided to stop by and see if Abbigail was in. I haven't heard from her in over a week." Lauren stated, facing Mrs. Yoshikawa in the foyer, her back turned to the hallway which led to the living room. "You sure picked a bad time to stop by." Mrs. Yoshikawa replied. "Why?!" Lauren exclaimed, noting the surprised look on the older woman's face, lowering her tone of voice as she continued her questioning. "What happened to Abbigail?" "Aside from a nasty dirty diaper this morning? Nothing." Mrs. Yoshikawa chuckled, walking away from the stunned girl by the door. "Dirty diaper?" Lauren muttered, following behind the middle aged woman. "Is she sick?" "No, my little Abbie is just fine. See for yourself!" With that said, the two women entered the living room. Blankets were placed randomly, toys strewn about haphazardly and the remnants of a few empty baby bottles littered the carpeted floor. However, all of this paled in comparison to the main attraction of this infantile circus: Abbigail suspended in a giant baby swing, legs dangling due to the massive, plastic bulk between in her legs. "Abbie, sweetie!" Mrs. Yoshikawa called out to the baby woman in the baby swing. "Your friend, Lauren is here!" "Abbigail!? What the hell are you- Is that a diaper?!" Lauren ran over to her friend, dodging the toys scattered about the floor as if they were landmines. Abbigail, or Abbie, grinned at her friend, like she was missing the punchline of a joke. "I'm a baby now." The diapered girl punctuated the statement with a nice spit bubble that instantly popped, sending spittle down her cute little chin. "I see a twenty five year old pot head, wearing a diaper while seated in some kind of bondage swing!" Lauren stated bluntly. "Look, it's better like this. No more stress, no more drama, no more icky jobs or boys. Just mommy and my binky." Abbigail reached her hand into her oversized pamper and plucked a pacifier from within the moist confines of it. Unbeknownst to Lauren, the glistening sheen on the bulb on the plastic teat was from her friend's pussy. The best part of her newfound babyhood was the way her diapers made her feel: constantly aroused! "You're not going to put that in your mouth are you? Abbigail giggled, nodding like a naughty girl, pushing the wet oversized bulb into her mouth. Savoring the flavor of her womanly essence. She loved swirling the pacifier around in her mouth, her tongue encircling it and drawing it in past her lips repeatedly, suckling it for all it was worth. It felt great against the roof of her mouth and against the gaps that were starting to form in her once perfect smile. "Look, you can't just give up being an adult." Lauren stared straight into Abbigail's eyes, ready to make a passionate argument about the beauty of adulthood. However, she faltered, unable to really find anything worth arguing about. Her childhood was pretty great after all, but she knew of two things her lifelong friend couldn't live without. "What about pot? I don't know many two year olds that can smoke." "Dun, needid." Abbie muttered behind her pacifier, a steady stream of drool starting to cascade down her chin. "Fine, what about cock?" Lauren knew that Abbigail couldn't last without a man in her life. The girl had been boy crazy since middle school. "What guy is going to want to fuck a twenty five year old girl who wears pissy pampers, huh?" Abbie spat the pacifier right at Lauren's face, the hard plastic shield bouncing off the other girl's forehead. "Oww, you bitch!" Lauren raised her hands up to the point of impact, rubbing the spot due to instinct. It honestly surprised her more than anything. "Pfffttt! Stop bothering me! I'm a baby now, got it?!" "No! Not until you get out of that diaper and get out of, whatever the hell that thing is that you're bouncing around in." "Mooommm!" Abbigail cried out. "I want milk!" Mrs. Yoshikawa came walking over to her twenty five year old baby, lifting her up from the big baby swing, setting the topless adult onto her hip. "It's time for little Abbie's feeding, yes it is!" The woman in her late forties proclaimed in a tone of voice best reserved for toddlers. Lauren could only marvel in morbid fascination at the display of strength displayed by Mrs. Yoshikawa. Abbigail was no porker, but she was still a full grown woman, weighing in at about one twenty while her mother probably only weighed twenty pounds more than her. Regardless, of weight or size, the mother carried her adult baby daughter with ease. "Abbigail, how is your mom so strong? Is she a weightlifter or something?" Lauren asked, feeling stupid by trying to justify how a middle-aged house wife could possibly bench press her twenty five year old daughter. "Don't be silly, Lauren. She's my mom." Abbie replied, as she was sat on the couch. Her mother adjusted the girl's position until she was in just the right spot. Mrs. Yoshikawa rapidly unbuttoned her top, revealing her nursing bra, each nipple purple and in pain, engorged and leaking white milk. "Latch on, Abbie. Drain mommy dry." Mrs. Yoshikawa encouraged the twenty five year old. "You've got to be kidding me!" Lauren said in a disgusted tone, standing about five feet away from the bizarre spectacle which assaulted her eyes. Meanwhile, Abbie was in utter bliss, enraptured by the rich, creamy ambrosia flowing into her mouth with each suckling. She barely even noticed that what remained of her teeth had disappeared, receded into her gums, leaving them sore and aching for relief. Only the pain which her toothless maw emitted told the twenty five year old that something was wrong. Luckily, for Abbie, the milk slowly soothed her gums. "Abbigail! You have to stop!" Lauren screamed, but it was too late for her friend. Abbigail was drunk on the infantile euphoria produced by her mother's magical breast milk. She paused her suckles for just the briefest of moments and looked at Lauren with a scowl. "Imm twing ta dwink mai boobie milk! Gidda hew od of hew!" Abbie lisped in the most angry voice she could utter. "Such a fussy baby, I think it's time for your nap." Mrs. Yoshikawa pulled Abbigail from thr other breast and pushed a large pacifier into her mouth. She then proceeded to wrap her diapered adult newborn into a large fleece blanket. She slowly lifted the baby woman from her lap, carrying the pacifier suckling twenty five year old newborn, swaddled up in the pink blanket past Lauren and up the stairs. "Can you close the door on your way out? Thanks!" The young, professional business woman was absolutely flabbergasted by the chain of events she had witnessed from within the Yoshikawa household. Unsure of whether this was a bad dream, drug trip or something more ethereal, she left out the front door as she was instructed. She didn't want to join Abbigail and had to admit defeat. However, no matter how Abbigail ended up like that, one thing was certainly crystal clear: she didn't want to be an adult anymore. To be continued... If you enjoyed this type of story, then please check out my Patreon for other wild tales of diapers and adult babyhood! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Hello everyone, I haven’t had a chance to work on my major stories for a while, because my computer has been in the shop. So I decided to write this as a kind of bedtime story for all the babies here who might want one. My goal was to write something that sounded like an old fable, with some diaper content for good measure. I hope you enjoy! As always, questions and comments are wonderful. The Fairies’ Gifts - by Selpharia Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a little village that sat on the edge of a forest. All of the people who lived in the village were very kind and good. The adults helped one another when they needed it, and the children all played happily together. And they all remembered to put out gifts for the fairies that lived in the forest, who made sure that the sun kept shining and the bushes were full of sweet red berries, and made the villagers clothes and shoes to keep warm in the cold, cold winter. And everyone was very happy. Everyone, that is, except Annabelle. Annabelle lived in the big stone house at the top of the hill. Her mama and papa had given her all she ever wanted, and everyone did whatever she said. She had toys that whistled and whirred, a pretty riding pony, and beautiful dresses made of silk and satin. But all that didn’t matter, Annabelle still wasn’t happy. She looked around her big stone house, at her toys that whistled and whirred, her pretty riding pony, and her beautiful dresses of silk and satin, and said, “This is not enough! I want more!” And so Annabelle tossed aside her toys and rode on her pony down to the village. When she got to the village, though, she saw all the gifts that the villagers had laid out for the fairies. For Sparkle, who made sure that the sun kept shining bright, the villagers had found a beautiful red stone that sparkled and shined. For Lychee, who kept the bushes full of sweet red berries, they wove a thimble-sized basket of golden straw to carry things in. For clever Cobble, who made them clothes and shoes to keep them warm in the cold, cold winter, they made a soft feathery cushion to rest on when she was tired from all that work. Annabelle looked at all these gifts and said to the villagers. “Why are you giving all these things to the fairies? I want them, and I am much more important than any fairy.” The villagers pleaded with Annabelle. “Miss, we can give you something else later, please don’t take the gifts for the fairies! Otherwise they’ll get angry, and who knows what they’ll do?” But Annabelle didn’t care. She grabbed up the beautiful red stone that sparkled and shined, the thimble-sized basket of golden straw to carry things in, and the feathery cushion to rest your head on, and brought them back to her big stone house on the hill. The villagers didn’t say anything. They were very upset, but they didn’t dare fight with Annabelle’s parents Later that night, the fairies came out of their forest, and saw the villagers beside themselves with sadness. “What’s the matter?” asked Sparkle, straightening her tiny red hat. “Is something wrong?” asked Lychee, smoothing her tiny green dress “It looks like something’s missing,” said Cobble, twirling her tiny brown coat “Oh fairies,” the villagers cried, “we’re so sorry! We had three lovely gifts for you, but Miss Annabelle took them away to her big stone house on the hill.” “Well then, that’s no problem.” said Sparkle. “Since she’s a big girl, we’ll just ask her nicely to return them.” said Lychee. “And then everything will be fine.” said Cobble. The fairies fluttered their wings and flew up to the big stone house on the hill. They squeezed their way under the door, and saw Annabelle sleeping right next to all the villagers’ lovely gifts. When the fairies came in, Annabelle woke up, and saw them standing there. But she wasn’t afraid, they barely came up to her ankle. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “You stole our gifts!” said Sparkle “Please give them back!” said Lychee. “Or we’ll take something from you!” said Cobble. But Annabelle wouldn’t. “All these things are mine now” she said defiantly, “And there’s nothing you can do about it!” “We’ll see about that.” all three fairies said together. But before Annabelle could wonder what they meant, her eyes got heavy and she fell fast asleep in her big, soft bed. Annabelle woke up the next morning, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked around her big stone house and let out a gasp of surprise. The fairies’ gifts, the beautiful red stone that sparkled and shined, the thimble-sized basket of golden straw to carry things in, and the feathery pillow to rest your head on, every single one of them was twice the size they were the night before. But that wasn’t all. All her things that she loved so much had changed too. Her toys that whistled and whirred were replaced by wooden blocks, with letters of the alphabet painted on in bright, happy colors. And next to them was a rocking horse of cherry wood, whose blocky mane and tail looked just like the ones her pretty riding pony had. And last of all, her beautiful clothes of silk and satin were no more. Instead, a cornflower-blue cotton dress, with frilly lace and puffy sleeves, hung in her open dresser. Annabelle scowled a deep, deep scowl, and kicked her her suddenly teeny tiny feet in a terrible tantrum. “How could those stupid little fairies do this to me?” she shrieked. “I’ll teach them not to take my precious things!” She put on her frilly new clothes with a pout, and kicked the rest of her toys out of her way in a huff. Then, she stormed out of her big stone house and started to make her way down the hill to the village. But she was so small now that it was hard going. By the time she made it halfway down the hill, she was all tuckered out. In fact, the only reason she made it to the village at all, was that One of her maids, a sweet girl named Cecily, saw Annabelle toddling along and offered her a hand. “Little Miss Annabelle!”’ she exclaimed. “It’s dangerous for little girls like you to go into the village alone. I’ll go with you, and make sure you stay safe.” “How dare you?” Annabelle replied, glowering the kind of glower that only a little girl subject to the worst of tyrannies, like bathtimes or bedtimes, or no-dessert times, could muster. “I am not a little girl! I am very big, and can walk as far as I want, all by myself!” She stomped off again pridefully, while Cecily let out a little sigh and followed, looking knowingly at her little mistress. Soon enough, Annabelle was so tired that she had no choice but to command Cecily to carry her the rest of the way. “I’m tired. I can walk myself, but I want you to carry me now,” she demanded. Cecily certainly couldn’t refuse without getting in trouble, so she picked up the mistress in her arms, and they entered the village with a sleepy Annabelle cuddled against her maid’s white smock. When they entered the village, though, Annabelle was woken right up by the sound of music. The villagers were playing bright and happy songs to thank the fairies for all that they did. For Sparkle, who made sure that the sun kept shining bright, they played a big brass horn that went “bomp ba da bomp” For Lychee, who kept the bushes full of sweet red berries, they played a tight little drum that went “pat pata pat” And for clever Cobble, who made them clothes and shoes to keep them warm in the cold, cold winter, they played lovely wooden pipes that went “toot doodle oot.” Annabelle listened to all this music and said to the villagers, “Why are you playing all this music for the fairies?” I want you to play for me, and I’m far more important than any fairy.” The villagers pleaded with Annabelle, “Little Miss, we can play something else for you later, but don’t make us stop playing for the fairies. Otherwise, they’ll get angry, and who knows what they’ll do.” But Annabelle didn’t care. She yelled and stomped, until the villagers playing the big brass horn that went “bomp bada bomp,” the tight little drum that went “pat pata pat,” and the lovely wooden pipes that went “toot doodle oot,” agreed to play for her. They played for hours and hours, until they were so tired they couldn’t play anymore. Finally, Annabelle was satisfied, and commanded Cecily to bring her back to her big stone house on the hill. The villagers didn’t say anything. They were very upset, but they didn’t dare fight with Annabelle’s parents. Later that night, the fairies came out of the forest, and saw the villagers beside themselves with sadness. “What’s the matter?” asked Sparkle, straightening her tiny red hat. “Is something wrong?” asked Lychee, smoothing her tiny green dress. “Sounds like something’s missing,” said Cobble, twirling her tiny brown coat. “Oh fairies,” the villagers cried “We’re so sorry! We had three wonderful instruments to play beautiful music for you. But Little Miss Annabelle made us play for hours and hours, until we were so tired we couldn’t play anymore. Then she went back to her big stone house on the hill.” “Well then, that’s no problem,” said Sparkle. “Since she’s a little girl, we’ll just ask her to play with us instead,” said Lychee. “And then everything will be fine,” said Cobble. The fairies fluttered their wings and flew up to the big stone house on the hill. They squeezed their way under the door, and saw Annabelle sleeping right next to a pile of the villagers’ lovely gifts, murmuring snatches of the beautiful music that the villagers had meant for them. When the fairies came in, Annabelle woke up, and saw them standing there. But she wasn’t afraid, they barely came up to her waist. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “You stole our music!” said Sparkle. “Please play with us instead!” said Lychee. “Or we’ll take something from you!” said Cobble. But Annabelle wouldn’t. “All that music is mine now,” she said defiantly. “And there’s nothing you can do about it!” “We’ll see about that,” all three fairies said together. But before Annabelle could wonder what they meant, her eyes got heavy and she fell fast asleep in her big, soft bed. Annabelle woke up the next morning and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked around her big stone house and let out a wail of distress. The fairies’ gifts, the beautiful red stone that sparkled and shined, the thimble-sized basket of golden straw to carry things in, and the feathery pillow to rest your head on, every single one of them was twice as big as they were the night before. But that wasn’t all. All her things that she loved so much had changed too. Her toys that whistled and whirred had changed again. Instead of wooden blocks with letters of the alphabet painted on in bright, happy letters, there was a white pacifier, its front shaped like a cheerful butterfly. Beside it was a rattly rattle with rings on the end. And next to them sat a plush horse with a squishy body whose mane and tail looked like the mane and tail her pretty riding pony had. Her beautiful clothes of silk and satin were still the cornflower blue cotton dress with frilly lace and puffy sleeves. But now a matching bonnet had joined the pile, along with the unmistakable cloud-white cloth of a diaper. What’s more, her big soft bed had become a crib, with bars so big she could barely peek over. Annabelle scowled a deep deep scowl, and kicked her suddenly teenier, tinier feet in a terrible tantrum. “Dumb fairies! This is no fair! No fair!” She screamed and cried until Cecily came rushing in. Her maid was so much taller than she’d been yesterday. She towered over Annabelle, and plucked her from her crib with ease. Cecily held Annabelle as effortlessly as she held a stack of dishes. “Baby Annabelle, what’s wrong?” Cecily cooed. “Not a baby!” Annabelle whined in protest. Her whine became an indignant shriek as Cecily stuck two cold fingers down the back of her diaper. “I knew it, somebody’s cranky because she’s a wet little miss, isn’t she?” the maid said in a singsong voice. Only after Cecily mentioned it did Annabelle realize how soggy and saggy her diaper was. But how could a big girl like she was possibly not have noticed? Surely this was the fairies’ fault too. But there was no way such tiny fairies could have such powerful magic, was there? This thought distracted her so much that she forgot to fuss as Cecily brought her to a changing table, (which Annabelle was sure had been a desk recently) removed her wet diaper and wiped her clean. Annabelle only noticed what had happened after her maid had finished pinning on her fresh new diaper. It really did feel much better, and immediately, she knew what she had to do. “I wanna go to the village!” she announced. She tried to wriggle free of Cecily’s grasp, but she couldn’t. “All right, baby girl,” Cecily said. “Let’s get you in your pram, and we’ll go for a walk.” “No!” Annabelle yelled, her face turning cherry red. “I wanna walk myself!” “Maybe when you’re older, cutie pie.”’ Cecily paid no heed to Annabelle’s defiant cries, and ignored her as she flailed her little feet. Soon, Annabelle found herself riding in the stroller down the hill to the village. It trundled along, rattling just a little at every bump in the road. Annabelle was still very angry, especially at those awful fairies, but the gentle motion of her pram quickly lulled her back to sleep. When they got to the village though, Annabelle was woken right up by the smell of baking. The villagers had made fresh, delicious pies to thank the fairies for all that they did. For Sparkle, who made sure that the sun kept shining bright, they baked an apple pie with the crispest apples they had ever grown. For Lychee, who kept the bushes full of sweet red berries, they baked a lemon pie with cream that was the fluffiest they had ever whipped. For Cobble who made them clothes and shoes to keep them warm in the cold, cold winter, they baked a pecan pie, with molasses that was the ooeyest, gooeyest molasses they had ever made. But Annabelle smelled all these delicious pies and said to the villagers, “ Don’t give any yummy pies to the fairies. Mine!” The villagers pleaded with Annabelle. “Baby girl, we can make something else yummy for you later. But don’t eat the pies we baked for the fairies. Otherwise, they’ll get angry, and who knows what they’ll do?” But Annabelle didn’t care. She leapt out of the pram, and used her bare hands to take a big scoop right out of all three pies. She took from the apple pie, with the apples that were the freshest they’d ever grown, from the lemon pie with the cream that was the fluffiest they’d ever whipped, and the pecan pie with the ooeyest, gooeyest molassses they’d ever made. She stuffed heaping helpings of each into her mouth, so big that she couldn’t fit them all at once. By the time she was done, her mouth was covered in sticky crumbs. When Annabelle was finally satisfied, she ordered Cecily to take her back to her big house on the hill. The villagers didn’t say anything. They were very upset, but they didn’t dare fight with Annabelle’s parents. Later that night, the fairies came out of the forest, and saw the villagers beside themselves with sadness. “What’s the matter?” asked Sparkle, straightening her tiny red hat. “Is something wrong?” asked Lychee, smoothing her tiny green dress. “Smells like something’s missing,” said Cobble, twirling her tiny brown coat. “Oh fairies,” the villagers cried, “we’re so sorry! We had three delicious pies for you to eat. But Baby Annabelle came and gobbled them all up. Then she went back to her big stone house on the hill.” “Well, that’s no problem,” said Sparkle. “Since she’s just a baby, we’ll ask her to say sorry,” said Lychee. “And then everything will be fine,” said Cobble. The fairies fluttered their wings and flew up to the big stone house on the hill. They squeezed their way under the door, and found Annabelle asleep next to a pile of the villagers’ lovely gifts, pacifier in her mouth, and her tummy full of the pies the villagers had meant for them. When the fairies came in, Annabelle woke up and saw them standing there. This time, she was a little afraid. They were all now as tall as she was. “Go away!” Annnabelle said angrily, spitting out her binky. “You stole our pies!” said Sparkle. “Please say you’re sorry!” said Lychee. “Or we’ll take something from you!” said Cobble. But Annabelle wouldn’t. “All my pies. Nyah-Nyah!” she said defiantly, sticking out her tongue. “We’ll see about that,” all three fairies said together. But before Annabelle could wonder what they meant, her eyes got heavy and she fell asleep in her big, soft crib. The next morning, Annabelle woke up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She was no longer in her big stone house on the hill. Instead, she found herself on a bed of soft ferns, in the middle of a mushroom circle deep in the forest. Annabelle was about to cry, but before she could, Sparkle put a binky that sparkled and shined in her mouth. The fairy was as tall as Cecily had been yesterday. “There there, baby, don’t cry,” said Sparkle. “We’ll take good care of you,” said Lychee. She popped one of her sweet red berries in Annabelle’s hands. “And we’ll do a better job than those silly humans did. No more being such a spoiled brat” finished Cobble, with a playful swat at Annabelle’s padded behind. She pulled a dress made of gossamer and dew over Annabelle’s puffy diaper, and sprinkled a bit of magic dust on her forehead. The fairies set about their work, making sure the sun kept shining bright, keeping the bushes full of sweet red berries, and making clothes and shoes to keep the villagers warm in the cold, cold winter. As they did, Annabelle floated along happily behind them, giggling. And as the years went by, Annabelle stayed under the fairies’ firm but loving care. She never got quite as big as the fairies, and they still treated her like their little baby. But once she got big enough, the fairies let her help them with their work. Shine let Annabelle hold her beautiful red stone that sparkled and shined, so she could tell exactly where to put the sun in the morning by how the light bounced off it. Lychee let Annabelle hold her thimble-sized basket of golden straw where she kept the sweet red berries for the bushes. And with Annabelle’s help, Cobble made better clothes and shoes than ever before. To the fairies’ surprise, Annabelle was glad to do all these things. They made her feel important, and she liked seeing her mommies happy. When they all went out of the forest to receive gifts, none of the villagers recognized that the baby fairy was Annabelle. They called her Crinkle after the sound she made as she zipped through the air with her three fairy mommies, and were always delighted to see her. And so, finally, everyone in the small village and the forest was happy. Especially Annabelle. The End

I finished brushing my teeth with the new "sonic" toothbrush that Gloria bought me. I didn't see what was so fancy about it, but I wasn't going to object. The past few days had been amazing. I had been so afraid to tell her my secret.. I had carried it for almost twenty years. How do you tell the woman you just moved in with that you like to wear diapers? I didn't need them, I just liked them. And yet, here I was, standing in our bathroom in a lime green onesie and nothing else, a thick diaper barely hidden by the snap-crotch. Pink plastic peeked out on either side and the bulge was very clearly there. I was still in shock, honestly. I had finally given my tear-stained confession three weeks ago, we'd been dating for a little over two years and had moved in together about a month ago.. and then the packages started appearing. It was more than I could have dreamed. Every day was like Christmas. That night, Gloria had told me that she also had a confession, but it took some courage to work up to as well. She said she'd tell me soon. I swore to myself I'd be as accepting and loving about whatever she had to tell me as she had been for my dark secret.She had told me that she'd be home late tonight, but she expected me to be in the crib when she got home. One of the packages had been an inflatable crib, we blew it up and put it in the master bedroom, in the corner. It stood to my chest, I could crawl through the "bars" easily and climb over it, but there was something wonderful about it. Tonight was going to be my first night sleeping in it, I had no idea if it would actually be comfortable or not, but when I had laid down in it the first time and she stared down at me... I was in heaven. I crawled in through the bars and laid down, hugging my stuffed unicorn tightly. I grabbed the amazingly large paci she'd bought, it was red with a white ring - the package it came in said it was from Germany - and clipped the pacifier clip to my onesie and popped the nipple in my mouth. I laid down to watch a show on my phone, I was madly in love with Steven Universe - I'd seen this episode 3 times already, but it was wonderful. Garnet was so inspiring, how she was who she was regardless of what anyone thought.Just as the episode was finishing and I was singing along with the closing lyrics as best I could around the paci, I heard the front door open."Jackie sweetie, I hope you're in your crib!""I am! I'm a good girl!" I called back, letting the paci dangle on the clip. I climbed to my knees to stare over the crib bars at her, sinking into the inflatable mattress."You are a good girl, you're mommy's good girl," she cooed at me and set my heart aflutter. I knew she wasn't physically attracted to me this way, but this love was just as special. It was still a romantic love, I wouldn't want to share this particular feeling with anyone else on the planet, but it wasn't a sexual love. "Okay, I know I've been holding off on my part of the confession for a while, I wanted to make sure you felt loved and accepted before I spilled my dark secret, too. You need your paci right now," She paused to stroke my hair and pop my paci back in my mouth. I swear there was a glint of light as she tapped the shield, but it had to be my imagination. "There's nothing wrong with you, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with wanting to wear a diaper and sit in a crib, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be taken care of, to be made to feel small and protected. You know that, right?"I nodded, tears forming unbidden in the corners of my eyes. She was saying the words I had been wanting to hear since I was a child. I had always wanted to wear a diaper, I had no idea why. I had asked my mother when I was young, I was 5 or 6, and she had mocked me and told me everyone would make fun of me. She had made me wear one of my little sister's diapers and stood me in front of the mirror, making me wet it while I stared at myself... the whole while she told me that it was wrong for me to want to be a baby, wrong and shameful. I felt the fear and shame grip my heart as I was suddenly 5 years old again in my mind's eye, but Gloria's soft touch brought me back to reality."There's nothing wrong with you," she continued, "I like it when you're Little. You have this innocent sweetness about you that I never knew I wanted. You're so darling and fragile. Your emotions are so close to the surface, your sad, your happy.. and your emotions feel stronger this way. I love it. I love you. I'm happy you trust me enough to share this part of yourself. I'm happy to put you in a diaper and make you my little girl."She sat on the corner of the bed and stared at me, her dark brown eyes shining with love. She smoothed down a wrinkle in her hospital scrubs and pulled the tie out of her auburn hair, letting it fall past her shoulders. I loved it when she let her hair down, she was gorgeous. Gloria was a little heavy set, she had some insecurities around that, but I loved her anyway. We were about the same height but she had a few pounds on me, I was almost too thin, you could count my ribs when I stretched. She also had DD cups to my B cups. Hers wouldn't look good on me though.. and they were amazing on her. People were mean to her a lot about her size, especially her family, but I was always there to help pick up the pieces. It wasn't from a lack of trying on her part, we'd done the same diet together... she just couldn't seem to lose the weight. It actually caused a little bit of static between us, because I lost 15 pounds in a month trying her diet, while she struggled to lose 5. I felt badly for her, not because of how she looked - she was gorgeous to me - but because of how other people made her feel."There's a secret I have kept from you too," she said softly, "It's going to sound stupid, but I swear it's the truth. Everyone I've ever told has left me.. so I've been afraid to tell you. I love you a lot, Jackie." I reached for the paci to tell her I loved her too, but she put a finger to the shield, "Shh.. let me talk. You're too little to talk right now, just listen." The words sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm.. bruja," she said, looking down, "It skips generations in my family... it skipped my mother and grandmother, they thought it was gone forever.. but.. " Gloria looked like she was about to cry. I tried to spit out the paci to console her, but it wouldn't budge... trying to spit it out just led to me sucking on it. "It'll be good for us. I have to get this energy out somehow and this way, you get to experience a little something extra." She stroked my cheek, "You're too little to get out of your crib alone." She said with a smile, and I knew I saw some light on her fingertips this time. "I want to show you we can have fun with this, it's not all bad," she scooted back on our queen-sized bed, "Come to mommy." She held her arms out to me.I had no idea what she was talking about, I had no idea what bruja meant, but I knew I would love her no matter what. I stood up to climb over the inflatable railing of the crib.. but I couldn't. I couldn't lift my leg high enough. Gloria smiled at me."Come on, sweetie, come to mommy," her arms were so inviting, I tried to sit down and crawl through the bars, but I just couldn't. It was like something was stopping me from leaving the crib. I sat back on my diapered butt, confused. Gloria came back to the crib and leaned down, helping me up by my armpits. With her hands under my arms, I was able to swing a leg out of the crib and stand next to her. I tried to ask her how... but I still couldn't talk around the paci, nor could I spit it out. I was actually starting to get a little scared. She pulled me down on top of her on the bed and hugged me. "It's okay sweetie, be a big girl and use your words," she said as she pulled my paci from my lips."Gloria... what just happened?" I asked, my voice thick with fear."I told you sweetie, I'm bruja. A witch. I have the power to make people believe things that aren't true, make it real for them for just a little bit. Actually, I have to. If I don't, I get sick. We're going to find out if using it to make you happy has the same effect on me as... what I normally need to do with it. That's my secret. Do you still love me?""I... wha.. you're a witch? Like seriously? Hocus pocus and broomsticks and all that? That's not real, Gloria. Are you making fun of the secret I shared with you?" Why would she make light of this? I bared a piece of my soul to her. If she couldn't take it seriously... I don't know what I'd do. This wasn't a joke to me.But it didn't look like it was a joke to her either, her lips tightened with hurt and the smile faded from her eyes as she helped me back into the crib. I didn't resist, my emotions were in turmoil."No, Jackie, I'm not making fun of you. This is really hard for me to talk about," she frowned, "Let's assume I'm 100% telling the truth. Would you love me if I were a witch?" She was serious. Completely and totally serious. As I gazed into her gorgeous eyes, I could see the fear of rejection there. That feeling I knew all too well, I had shared my secret before and been mocked. Sharing it with Gloria had been terrifying and painful, but she loved me even though the desire I shared was... ridiculous. I promised myself that I would go into this with love and acceptance, just as she had.. and I was failing."Of course I would still love you." I looked her straight in the eyes and professed my love with all the sincerity I had in my body. I would never do anything to hurt this woman, the first person who ever really saw me for me. A tiny flame of fear kindled in my heart that I was causing her the very pain I was terrified of myself."Do you need to go to the potty?" she asked me, not breaking the eye contact. "A little bit," I confessed. This was a little frustrating, we were having a serious conversation - this wasn't the time to play our Little game. I needed her to know that I was there for her, I didn't want her to hide behind my Little feelings. I wanted her to know that she was loved in equal measure, "but this is serious, Gloria. I don't want to hurt your feelings. I love you deeply, and if you're serious about this, I want you to know that I'm there for you.""Shh," she stroked my cheek and the light was on her fingers again, "You're too little for the potty, use your diaper." I felt a tingle where she touched me, that traced its way down my body... into my diaper."What?" I asked.. and felt that my diaper was growing warm. I put my hand between my legs and felt the padding swelling up under the onesie, "Did I just?""You're too little to stand by yourself," she booped me on the nose and my legs collapsed. I stared up at her from the inflatable mattress of the crib. The glow was still fading from her fingertip.. there was a faint red hue to the light. I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn't listen. I started to panic. I couldn't stand!"Gloria, what's going on? Why can't I stand up?" I couldn't keep the panic from showing in my voice, but she looked completely calm.. the fear was fading from her face, she was Gloria again."Because you're so little, silly. You're just my tiny, little, baby girl. Isn't that what you always wanted? You like being Little.""I do like being Little... are you saying you can take away my bladder control? My ability to walk? You can make me your baby?" I couldn't believe the words that were spilling from my lips, but I could feel that nervous joy growing in my stomach. Butterflies. It was impossible... but I wanted it so badly."Yes, sweetie. How does that make you feel?" She was probing, her tiny core was vulnerable, she was serious about what she was sharing. This... was real. The possibilites were incredibly exciting and terrifying at the same time. But in her question, there was fear. If I responded with fear as well, it would break her."Can.. can I stop you?" I couldn't keep the tremor from my voice entirely, nor could I keep the blush from my cheeks. I didn't honestly know how I wanted her to respond."Do you want to?" There was a touch of sadness in her voice, that fear of rejection. She was placing her secret heart in my hands and hoping against hope that I didn't crush it.I sat on my squishy bottom and thought about the implications of her supposed power. My diaper was warm and comfy and I didn't have to struggle to wet it. It was electric, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had wet a diaper for the first time just two days ago.. it was so hard! I had to imagine I was sitting on the toilet for minutes before I could finally go. Gloria had teased me about it as she changed me. Having her touch me and then just wetting... even if it wasn't magic, it was magical. It was hard to believe.. but it was hard to deny too."No," I grinned, "But.. if I wanted to, could I? Or can you use it as a punishment?""Ohhh, someone wants to be bratty, huh?" A smile spread across her face as well, with a glint of playfulness in her eye. She saw me. Of course she saw me, Gloria knew me better than any other person on the planet. She loved me, despite all my imperfections. She saw me for who I was, in a way that no one ever had before. And she accepted me."Maybe... may I please?" My heart surged in my chest. For some reason, I wanted her to make me Little. I didn't understand the desire, but it felt amazing."Let's see, you already can't get out of your crib, you can't stand up or walk, and you have no bladder control... what else do you want to lose?""Can you take my words?" My pulse was racing, this was too good to be true. If I was dreaming, I didn't want to wake up."If your tantrums get out of control, yes I can. I can render you completely mute or I can leave you with just a few words. Is someone feeling fussy?", Gloria reached forward and pinched my cheek playfully, "I'm going to make a big bottle for you to drink and you're going to drink the whole thing without fuss, right?""No!" I shouted, though I couldn't keep the grin from my face, "I'm not thirsty! I don't want a bottle!" I laid down on the mattress and kicked my feet, flailing my arms, "No no no no no!""Sweet girl," Gloria smiled, "Someone is too little to speak, no words from you." She tapped my forehead with a glowing finger.. and my words were gone."Waaah!" I yelled, finishing my tantrum with a grin. "Yaa!" I giggled and clapped my hands. I had never felt this little before. I was trapped in a crib, in a wet diaper, and I couldn't say a word until my lady love allowed it. I laid down and sucked on my paci and hugged my unicorn while I waited for my bottle. She came back with it and I sat up, reaching for the bottle and opening and closing my hands."Does someone want their bottle now? Is my little princess going to be a good girl?""Aaa," I let the paci drop from my lips and nodded."Drink it all gone, or I'll make you," Gloria smiled. "I expect that diaper to be nice and wet for me. Show me how little you are, princess."The feelings were amazing as I lay back and drained the bottle. Peach water, she had added a sweetener to the cold, cold water. It was delicious. This was my fantasy come true. I didn't have to ask for it, I didn't have to pretend. I really was Gloria's Little this way. I had no choice. There was no shame in something I had no control over. I was completely trapped... and free to enjoy it.And that made it all the sweeter.

Want to see the entire first part? Check out my Patreon. For just a dollar you can see numerous stories that won't be seen anywhere else. Check it out! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 Chapter 1: Better Left Lost We join our heroes high up in the hills near Mount Chimney where they currently seemed to have lost their way. The gang had been hiking for hours since they had left the fertile agrarian town of Fallabor earlier in the morning. "You guys, I'm pretty sure sure that we should've gotten there by now." Ash stated as he stretched out his arms over his head, keeping a steady pace. "I think we're lost." May added. "Max, what does the PokeNav say?" Brock asked the youngest member of the party. "Umm, looks like we are out of the PokéNav's service area." The group sighs in unison. "How about we just keep going down this trail? It's got to lead somewhere." Brock offered.. "Fine, but I want to find some new pokemon to battle." "I'm sure we'll find some soon, Ash. I just hope we find a place to sleep tonight." May continued hiking up the hill behind Ash, who lead the way, she was flanked by Brock and her brother. As always Ash was filled with energy and determination. He'd been lost many times before and never let it get to him. After all, being lost had sometimes proved to be very beneficial to his training. "Woah, look at that!" Ash pointed to a very old, medieval looking structure that sat on an outcropping of stone. The ancient castle, perched precariously on a cliff, was calling out to him. Begging to be explored. "I've never seen anything like it." May shielded her eyes from the sun with her right hand, hoping to get a better look at the castle and block out the sun's rays. "Neither have I." Brock stared at the imposing stone fortress with his crew. "As far as I can tell, it's not on the map." Max said, looking at his trusty map. "Well then, let's go check it out!" Ash ran off towards the old ruins before anyone could say anything else to dissuade him. The young man had always been head strong and looking for an adventure. His friends did their best to keep up with him as the whole group was being watched by a familiar trio. "Looks like the twerps have found a castle." James lowered his binoculars. "Yes. And wherever there's a castle, there's usually treasure!" Jessie started daydreaming about vast wealth, piles of gold and other riches while seated upon a throne, surrounded by an army of speedo clad boy toys. "Let's get there before they do!" Meowth jumped up from cleaning his gold trinket and the trio was off in hot pursuit of our heroes. -------At the front of the Castle------ "It's even bigger than I thought." Ash stood before the Gatehouse which was the center piece of the massive fortification which protected the structure from invaders. Walls stretched in both directions, away from the only visible entrance and wrapped around the castle. The battlements appeared to be in decent enough shape save for a few cracks, gaps and missing stones every few meters. Brock, May and Max stood behind Ash, marvelling at the colossal engineering feat. It could have been quite the destination for tourists had it not been on top of a secluded hill, surrounded by a forest. After a few moments, an awestruck May spoke up. "I don't know if we should go in there. We're already lost as it is." "Don't you want to explore it?" Ash asked. "We could just take a look around before it gets dark." Max quickly cut into the conversation. "Well, the sun is going to set soon. So, maybe we can find some rooms inside and call it a night?" "That's a good idea, Brock." Ash grinned,winning the opportunity to at least enter the castle. "Alright, it's better than sleeping in the woods I guess." May had to admit that she'd slept in worse places since starting her quest. "Then it's settled. We'll find a place inside to lay out our sleeping bags and then we can explore the castle properly." Brock declared. Meanwhile, Team Rocket was struggling to close the gap. The castle stood atop the hill, with a zigzagging path leading up to it. Staying off the trail was key to remaining unseen, but the slope and trees made traversing the forest difficult. Luckily for the bumbling band of criminals, they came across a tattered and decrepit looking building which was built into the hillside. "I bet that's the escape tunnel for the castle." Meowth pointed to the building. "Huh, how convenient. James, lead the way." "But Jessie, it's so dark in there!" James whined loudly. "Do I have to drag you in?!" Jessie starred at her partner with a throbbing vein on her forehead. "No, I'll go. I'll go." James relented and entered the dusty, cobblestone lined tunnel. Jessie and Meowth followed him into the dark, cramp corridor. Instantly, the trio wished that they had a fire type Pokemon to illuminate their path. Deeper they journeyed into the catacombs under the castle, fighting their way through the spider webs and various other hindrances. Jessie sighed. "This tunnel goes on forever!" "Well, it wasn't my idea to go into this damp, dark hole in the ground." "Me neither." Both thieves instantly turned around and starred at Meowth with red eyes, anger evident as they both pummeled him with cartoon mallets. "I'm taking a break." Jessie stated, putting away her mallet and sitting on an obtuse, stone bench. "I don't want to sit in the dark." James pouted. Both Meowth and the lavender haired crook were surprised when no angry response was fired back at them. Each one rapidly looked around for the redheaded fireball, but she was no where to be seen. "This ain't funny, Jessie." Meowth stated, nervously. "Yeah, where did you go?" James added. Unbeknownst to her friends, Jessie taking a seat on the stone bench had activated a swiveling wall segment which dumped her into a hidden passage way. No matter how hard the young woman pounded on the walls or how loudly she yelled, no one could hear her from behind the wall. "This is just great. Now what am I going to do?" The redhead could only hope that she would be able to find her way of out of this labyrinth and reunite with her friends. Jessie decided to do the only thing that she could: Follow the secret passageway. After a few hundred steps, the corridor emptied into a massive library filled with books and cobwebs. "What's an old library doing in a place like this?" Jessie wondered aloud while walking through the aisles of literature. Coming to the center of the ancient book depository she noticed a strange, glowing light emanating from one of the books on a nearby table. Her curiosity peaked, Jessie walked up to the table, drawn to the pulsating tome, and picked up the aura enveloped book. "This crazy book has a lock on it." Thinking on her toes, Jessie smacks the binding against the table, breaking the lock and freeing the energy imprisoned within. "What the-?!" The redhead shreiks, but is instantly enveloped by dark magic. Her entire body being invaded by a sensation that is beyond her comprehension. Instantly, everything went black for Jessie. "Finally, I'm free!" A deep voice came from the slender female thief. Stretching her arms and looking down slightly, admiring her new body, she smiled. "Quite a good body too on this airhead." ----Meanwhile, in the throne room of the Castle---- "Hey, Ash!" Max called out. "Look at this!" "Huh, what did you find?" Ash wandered over to where Max stood and immediately realized what the boy wanted him to see. Hanging in the center of the large wall was a striking painting of himself and May. Actually, they couldn't have been of the two Pokemon trainers, since the painting was centuries old. However, there was no denying that the two inhabitants of the painting looked just like Ash and May. The only difference was that the boy in the painting wore a regal looking blue twin tailed coat, white vest and white slacks while May was dressed in an elegant, flowing pink dress. Both had crowns atop their heads. "What do you make of this, Ash?" "I dunno, but it's definitely strange." "Looks like you married my sister to me." Max chuckled. Before Ash could retort, Brock and May entered the royal chamber. "We've been looking for you two for a while now. Didn't I say that we were all going to explore together?" Brock admonished. "Yeah, don't go wandering off like that." May added. "But May! Look at this weird picture we found!" Max called out. May took a few steps closer to the image, not entirely sure what she was looking at. "IIs that me?!" "Sure looks like you and Ash, but from the middle ages." Brock clarified. Suddenly a green fog spread across the floor of the royal hall and a neon green portal opened. All eyes were on this startling development. Was it a rare pokemon? A ghost or psychic type causing mischief? As if providing an answer to these questions, Jessie appeared from within the portal and with a snap of her fingers, it vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Team Rocket!" Ash hollered. "What are you doing here?!" May added. "Something doesn't seem right, her eyes are glowing." "The tall one is very astute. Shame he'll just be another servant tending to an overgrown brat!" Jessie declared as she pointed at May. "What are you talking about?!" Ash demanded. "You'll find out soon enough, my Prince." Jessie snapped her fingers on her right hand while holding open a book with her left. Instantaneously, a series of ripples ripped the fabric of space and time, pulling the young group of travelers into the book. The last thing that any of our heroes heard was a loud, cackling laughter which sounded like it was all around them. And then, everything went black.

"Look, Jonathan. This is a very important day for Merge Corp. This commercial might seem like child's play, but if we screw it up we'll lose millions. Now get your ass down here or you'll find yourself in the unemployment office by noon tomorrow!" Charlotte Pickles exclaimed before hanging up her cell phone. "Mrs. Pickles, we're running a bit behind schedule." The director nervously stated. "What's causing the delay?!" Charlottes fumed. "The baby that's supposed to star in the commercial is not cooperating with her mother. The kid won't stop crying." The director explained. "I'll fix this. You just get that camera ready!" The businesswoman declared confidently as she walked away from the director and over to a young mother and her bawling baby girl. "We don't have all day to film this commercial." Charlotte stated bluntly. "I know, I know, but I can't calm down little Madison." The frustrated mother replied. "You're obviously a terrible mom. I have a daughter of my own who's a perfect little angel." The CEO paused slightly. "You can't let this little brat walk all over you or you'll never maintain control of your family like me. Now shut her up and get out there!" The tense situation was broken by the ringing of Charlotte's mobile phone. "Damn it, Jonathan! I..." "That's not an age appropriate toy you're holding in your hand." The woman on the other end of the phone said in a voice reserved for infants. "Look lady, I don't know how you got this number, but you..." Charlotte stopped mid sentence. "That's better. Now I heard you were needing a baby and mommy to star in your diaper commercial?"

Olivia was much too old, 25, to be trick or treating. But she just couldn't resist this year,