Vivian, Diaper Witch - Chapter 4 (Brought back to life! Updated January 29th)

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Vivian loved to strut. 

Energy crackling in her hands, cosmic storms of power roiling in the skies above, the witch swaggered through her latest conquest. All those who were still conscious knelt before her, subservient and aware of their helplessness. 

Power. 

She had it, they didn’t. 

Even as she walked, she could feel the eyes of some of the men in town, and a couple of the women, lusting after her. That was alright. She wore little except leather straps and long black boots for a reason. If the townsfolk wanted to imagine fantasies of a night with her, that was alright, as long as their fantasies involved Vivian being on top. 

Vivian was their queen, to all the extents that mattered. She had come, she had seen, and she had conquered, laying low every warrior who dared challenge her power. 

“Villagers!” Her voice boomed with magic. She sashayed her hips with a flourish as she reached the center of their little town square, attracting more eyes to the curves of her body. “Your strongest fighters lay broken before me! Your defenses, shattered! What have any of you to say to one as great as me?” 

She had done this countless times. Sometimes, a cocky young soul would try to challenge her. Vivian liked it when that happened. It gave her a chance to hurt them.

When a voice piped up, she almost smiled until she recognized the lisping, high pitched tones. “You’we a big meanie, witch!” 

By the time she spun, the toddler’s father had already put his hand over her mouth, trying to mute any further protests from the little girl. He was terrified. 

Vivian laughed. “See? Every last one of you, you’re all more scared than a little child. Now, after I’ve razed your fields and brought devastation to your city, the only one of you left with enough courage to stand up to me isn’t even potty trained!” 

Cackling, she called up thunder, making the whole village flinch one last time. That was enough. Confident in their cowardice, Vivian snapped her fingers, channeled a fraction of her incredible power, and summoned up wind that lifted her from the ground. 

The rush of new power always made her giddy. Sure, it was true what she’d said; not a one of the villagers had even a fraction of her strength. They were all weak, all pathetic. On the other hand, there were hundreds of them. The domination, the complete and unchecked subjugation of their wills, it filled her with a surge of new strength. 

Her power had been building for months. She’d gotten so strong that the excess from these villagers was an afterthought. Vivian didn’t need to add to her reserves of power, but it felt fantastic to have the virgin power course through her. 

By her estimation, she was the strongest witch on the planet. As long as it continued to be more fun than sex, and until she figured out a way to achieve godhood, she’d be more than happy to scour the world for cities who hadn’t yet felt her devestation. 

She twirled in the air, flying through storm clouds like a bird, if the bird in question had phenomenal cosmic power. Thunder rumbled, but she had no fear. As strong as she was, no mortal storm was a threat to her. 

In case anyone in the realm had forgotten about her, as she flew, she brought the storm with her. Rain and thunder formed a trail, purple bolts of power mixing with the natural lightning, creating a lightshow for anyone who cared to see. 

That’s right. Even the laws of nature bow to me. Watch, and tremble. 

If Vivian wanted, she could call up gentle rain showers that would tend to the whole nation’s crops, but that would have been counterproductive. The people of the world were supposed to fear her, to kneel in terror, not to give her thanks and kind words of praise. So, instead, she brought terrible storms. It was a reminder that she could destroy any city in the world on a whim. 

Power. 

Simply irresistible power. It was what life revolved around, and it was what she had more of than anyone else in the world. 

Her lair wasn’t exactly subtle. There was no point in trying to hide it. Everyone knew who the buried fortress carved into the side of a mountain belonged to, and they knew that even if they managed to evade the traps and wards, attempting to break in would bring down her wrath.

So, when she approached her home and saw the ostentatious gates standing open, it came as a pleasant surprise.

Someone in the world still has the nerve to challenge me. It’ll be amusing to break them. 

The winds carried her to the ground and she gently stepped down in front of the dark stone walls, strolling through the open gates. With a word, she slammed the doors shut behind her and snapped down the bar to seal the fortress closed. She didn’t want her intruder to try and scamper before she got to play with them them, after all. 

It didn’t take a complicated game of cat and mouse to search out the thief. They’d left a trail of dismantled wards and magical traps, heading in a straight line down to her throne room. It was like following breadcrumbs, and as she walked, she picked up speed. They weren’t just a thief, they were a challenger. This was going to be interesting.

Whoever had broken in, they’d gone through her wards; the magical traps and ambushes meant to fry or dismember intruders. It wasn’t that her wards had gone off and the intruder had survived them, though that would have been impressive on its own. If they’d done that, there would be burns and shrapnel scattered through her castle. The enchantments had been completely dismantled.

Her visitor had some magical power of their own. 

There was no chance they could rival her own power, of course, but still - dominating another witch or wizard with the strength to break up her enchantments would bring Vivian more virgin power than a dozen villages. 

Her uninvited guest had made no attempt to hide their presence. It seemed as though they were hoping for a fight. Heroes and adventurers had largely stopped breaking in long ago, when they learned the error of challenging her, but there must have been someone left who still thought they could match her. 

Smirking, Vivian decided she’d use only nonverbal spells, so that the fight wouldn’t end in an instant. Chanting up her more powerful magics would bring this game to an end too quickly, and she wanted their helplessness to sink in. 

“Thief!” she called out, making her voice boom with a trace of power. “Did you come to challenge me, or to hide like a little mouse?” 

Her boots fell loudly in the hall, echoing as she walked, accompanied by the swish of her tattered cloak. Wanting to make an entrance, she brought up more magic, letting crackling purple sparks play over her hands and body as she pushed open the door into her throne room and, at last, laid eyes on the one who’d dared to challenge her authority. 

A man stood inside, leaning on a staff, dressed in simple brown robes. He was older than her, born a generation earlier, and his outfit was a set of simple, brown apprentice’s robes. 

“Hello, Vivian. You’ve put the world out of balance. I’ve come to set things right.” 

She’d never seen him before, but it was no surprise that he knew her name, not when Vivian was known the world over as an unstoppable terror. 

“Aren’t you a little old to be an apprentice?” she scoffed, strutting into the throne room. Decorations of gold and sapphires reflecting her motion, and torches cast flickering, terrible shadows. “Did you learn to make lights and dancing colors just so you play pretend at challenging me?” 

The man looked down at his robes for a moment, unperturbed. “These are comfortable, and protect against the chill of the storm. Why wear something gaudy when these will do?” 

Rolling her eyes at the false humility, Vivian extended her senses towards the Wizard. She felt him out with magic, detecting the strength of his aura. 

The power she detected was minimal. He had magic, certainly, but his strength was that of a starved pup next to her dragon’s rage. Subjugating him might not bring her all that much power after all. 

She sighed, disappointed, and decided to get this over with. The runes on her body flared with light and from within her endless well of power she called up lightning, blasting it out from her fingertips towards the intruder.

The wizard only shifted his feet, held up his staff, and dispelled the crackling electricity into the ground without flinching. 

“Power,” he commented. “You’ve got more of it than most, I’ll give you that.” 

“I’ve got more of it than anyone!” she snapped back at him, spinning and flicking out her wand to send a wave of blackness towards him. Again, he shifted his weight, deflecting her strike and parting the darkening spell like a curtain. 

“Possibly,” he mused, straightening his back. “And possibly not.” 

Vivian glared. This Wizard was weak, pathetically so, but he wasn’t as incompetent as she’d expected. He was weak, for someone of his talent, but she wasn’t going to hit him with a simple, brute force sucker punch. 

So, she twisted her want, channeled her thoughts into magic, and went all out. She’d been meaning to redecorate the throne room anyways. 

Bolts of energy and force tore through the room, digging furrows in the stone floor as they flew at the wizard from all sides. In the same moment, her power congealed and took form, creating a construct of a crow the size of a bear. 

That, finally, got the wizard’s attention. He spun his staff, drawing up his own power in a tangible force, magical attacks ricocheting to the side, each blast deflected so that they just barely missed him. Had his salt and pepper hair been any longer, it would have been singed by the spells whipping past his head. 

Her crow swooped in, and she beamed wickedly, knowing that it was over. The Wizard couldn’t deflect a construct like that, and even if he tried, it’d be able to slash him with its claws as it flew past. She had constructed the attack beast with enough energy to withstand any blast he could throw at it, and-

When it was five feet away, he twisted his hand, called out a word, and struck the crow with a force spell no more powerful than if he’d thrown a pebble. When it hit, though, it hit at the center of the magical construct, where her power was bound together into a knot. When that knot was undone, the crow came apart, simply vanishing like a balloon struck with a needle. 

Vivian was in so much shock that she didn’t even notice the counter attack coming. Her last bout of force was reflected by his staff, skipping off the stone floor towards her. She saw it at the last minute and called a shield up in front of her, but the power bounced off the ground, skimmed off the back wall, and struck at her back. 

No amount of force that this Wizard could muster would ever seriously hurt her, but when the spell struck at her backside, she felt a sharp tug and an awkward discomfort as her panties were pulled up with a sharp yank, giving her a serious wedgie. It was not a physical threat, not even a major discomfort, but the insult it gave made her amusement with the fight turn to rage. 

“You don’t understand what you just did,” she growled, tapping into her well of power to strike even harder. 

“You don’t understand the forces you control,” the Wizard replied, calmly, facing down his own doom with a cavalier smile. 

She slapped power into the air, bursts of pure, unbridled force that she’d once used to take down a castle’s walls. Her runes flashed brighter than ever, their glow matching her output of power. With every heartbeat, another wall of magic was sent towards the wizard, with no room to dodge. He might have the strength to divert one of these, or two, but no amount of precision could protect him from them all. Nothing in the world could meet this much power and stay standing. 

He didn’t deflect the spells. Instead, so smoothly that she couldn’t even feel the magic ripple in the air, he called up a string of portals. It was fine, delicate magic, but he did it without breaking stride. 

Vivian was ready for his next trick. He was going to hop through the portal to get out of the way of her attack, step behind her, and strike with a sucker punch. In anticipation she whirled, but no such ambush came. 

Then, she felt the portals appear between her legs and to her back, and before she could react, thundering attacks of force took her out at the knees with her own spell.

A mortal would have been killed. She only staggered and fell, dropping onto all fours as another magical passageway opened behind her. A dozen attacks, each charged with her own boundless magic, struck her on the exposed flesh of her thighs and ass. They rained down on her, turning her skin red and tender with the force of the magical spanking. 

Surprised by the pain, Vivian let out a single, high-pitched whimper. 

An instant after the reaction, she slapped her hand over her mouth in shock. She hadn’t shown weakness like that since she was a child, since before she had her power, and- 

Scrambling up to her feet, Vivian decided that she had to make an example of this wizard. She wouldn’t just kill him, she would bring him low, humiliate him in front of the world, so that all would see what happened to anyone who dared challenge her authority and power. 

Her voice echoed as she began to chant, using her limitless well of strength to suffuse her body, the strength of an army focused into a single woman, the runes on her skin flashing with nearly blinding light. 

She leapt towards her enemy, a gust of magical wind carrying her forward. She was going to break his staff like a twig, crush his hands, rip out his tongue, sap his power and leave him for the crows, she would make him beg-

He sidestepped, his body flowing like water. She had enough strength to rend mountains, but she had to strike him first, and with his dodge she was carried past and landed in a surprised tumble. 

Coming back up, she charged him, keeping her footing this time, watching for the dodge. He moved again, ducking under a thrown fist. She kicked, but by the time she threw out the blow, he was already out of the way.

“Slow,” he said, his voice sounding like it was right in her ear. “And obvious, like a child.” 

Vivian whirled, striking out with deadly force, but the Wizard had already moved out of the way.

“Dammit!” she roared, whirling and attacking with as much speed as her magic allowed, desperate to strike home and end the man who’d dared come to challenge her. “Why-” she threw a punch, which he sidestepped. “Won’t-” a kick drove at his midsection, but he spun out of the way easily. “You-” a lunging backhand missed completely. “DIE!”

Infuriated, she tried to grab at the wizard, but for the first time in their melee he stepped forward, mass and leverage completely nullifying strength, and struck a blow at her back. 

It carried little strength, but with the attack came a little shock of magic, and Vivian gasped in alarm at the sensation. 

Without any warning, she felt something hot and wet running down her legs. Panic struck her. He’d done something, and she was pouring blood, draining out and-

Looking down, she saw no telltale red from a wound. Instead, trickling down her thighs and over her black boots was an inexplicable flow of pee. She hadn’t felt the need to go, no pressure or discomfort on her bladder, and based on the timing of the Wizard’s attack, this had all been his goal. 

Fear, and realization, all struck her at once. The Wizard hadn’t come here to kill her, to win a name for himself by vanquishing the scourge of the nation. He’d come here for the same reason she had gone out into the world. The Wizard wanted to dominate her, to siphon away her power, to take by force what she’d rightfully stolen. 

If he’d wanted to hurt her with that blow, he could have. Maybe not a lot, given her power, but he could have done something. Instead, he’d caused an accident, forced her to soak her panties like a little kid. 

He’d come to humiliate her, and despite his apparent weakness, he was succeeding.

Vivian was done playing nice. She was going to kill this Wizard, then and there, even if she had to bring down her whole lair to do it. There would be no opportunity for him to escape, to tell of how he’d shamed her in her own home. 

Stepping back, she went for something complex, powerful, and unstoppable. First, she took away his ability to dodge, weaving power in the air to shut down any portals or doors to other dimensions. The Wizard wouldn’t get to work that trick on her a second time. Then, lips moving in a quiet chant, she sent out a web of snaring magic to cover the floor, the pillars, the ceiling, so that no matter where he dodged he’d fall into her trap. 

“Try escaping this,” she hissed, throwing out her wand and sending a singular black wave of magic towards the Wizard. 

It was the strongest spell she’d ever used in a fight. The effort left her gasping, drained, the runes on her arms fading. Even still, as the sickly dark energy drove home, she knew it was worth the effort. There was no way for him to- 

Shifting his footing, the Wizard raised his staff, catching the bolt and absorbing its energy. For one brief, passing instant, she felt his aura flash with that borrowed power, and her heart sank.

With a word and a twist of his hand, the Wizard called up the same magic, labeled “Return to sender”. 

There was no shield she could summon that would block the hit. She could have ducked into the next dimension over, but her own bindings blocked out that option, and she had no time to take them down. Vivian stepped back, thinking to dodge, but the Wizard shuffled his feet like he was collecting static and returned the power of her own magical net against her. 

The trap, meant to take out the Wizard, bound her in place in his stead. All she could do was scream as the black bolt flew towards-

…

Vivian’s eyes snapped open. She was lying on a table, somewhere in her own lair, and by the feeling of cold air on her body, she was naked. 

Time to get her revenge. She readied herself to strike, to break the magical bindings holding her down, but after a moment of preparation she realized that there were no such bindings. She was simply on the table, and the only thing keeping her there was the fact that she hadn’t yet sat up. 

The Wizard was in the room, sitting a few feet away, looking out the window. He hadn’t noticed that she was awake, too distracted with lighting his wizard’s pipe.

If I strike him now, he won’t be able to stop me before it hits. 

Tapping into her well of power, she chanted quietly, whispering, “Pew viwtutem weam, tempeth- Wha’ da fuck?” 

To her side, she heard a chuckle. The Wizard had faced her, and was smiling as he took in a pull of his pipe. Puffing, he blew complicated smoke shapes, making a teddy bear, a bunny, and a pair of toy blocks that floated towards Vivian in a spiral. “I see you’re awake.” 

Vivian waved a hand in the air as the smoke shapes circled over her head, dissipating them, then faced the Wizard. “Wha’ da heww did you do to me?” 

“A binding, one I fashioned for you” the Wizard explained. “I couldn’t have you chanting up a spell to attack me, after all. It’s simple to break, but to do so, you’d have to chant the precisely correct incantation and… well, I frankly don’t see you doing that.” 

She sat up, facing him, feeling acutely aware of her nakedness. It wasn’t that she particularly bothered to conceal her beauty, but here, she wasn’t presenting herself in a certain way, she was just… naked. 

Maybe I can use that. Distract him, with a little flourish of the hips, then get him while he’s not watching for magic. 

As Vivian looked the Wizard over, though, she knew her plan wouldn’t work. He wasn’t even looking at her breasts, though he’d been the one to take her clothes and leave her naked. 

“I’m not going to bweak,” she lisped, glaring. “You’w nevew get my powe’.” 

“I don’t want your power, Vivian,” the Wizard explained, staring into her eyes. “If I took it from you, I’d only shift the imbalance in the world to another point on the scale. Tell me, how is Imperionis?”

Vivian blinked. He knew her demon. That wasn’t even supposed to be possible, but if he knew that, then he might also know how to break her pact. 

“He’th fine,” she said, cautiously, watching the Wizard. “He-” 

Without warning, she threw out a blast of power, a sucker punch aimed at the wizard’s head. Without chanting to accompany it, it wasn’t all that strong, but it was fast, fast enough that it left her hand and reached his face in an eyeblink. 

And, in that same eyeblink, he disappeared. 

Vivian spun on the table, looking for him, and she yelped in surprise when she saw the Wizard standing by her side, expression stern. She tried to react, to call up more magic, but from his position he grabbed her legs, lifted with apparent ease, and twisted so that Vivian either had to roll onto her belly or dislocate something.

She rolled, and the Wizard shifted his grip so that he held both her ankles with one hand, pinning her that she couldn’t wriggle free. Held face down as she was, Vivian could do nothing to stop his other hand from slapping down hard on her backside, spanking flesh that was already tender from the battle. 

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips at the pain of the strike, but the Wizard didn’t relent. Following up, he spanked her again, and again, hand moving fast and consistently, spreading around the strikes so that she was spanked evenly from her cheeks down to her thighs.

She wriggled, trying to kick her feet, but his hand held her ankles fast, and pushing with her arms to try and get up was no more successful. 

Don’t give in. Don’t give in. Don’t- 

Having coated her backside with strikes, he began again, starting at the top and working his way down, spanking skin that had already been hit. 

“Aah!” Vivian cried out, her face turning pink in embarrassment as she reacted to his spanking. It hurt, but more than hurting, it was downright humiliating to be controlled and punished so easily by the Wizard. 

The reaction, at least, seemed to be what he was looking for. He ceased the spanking, using his leverage to flip her over onto her back, still holding Vivian’s ankles. 

“Have you learned your lesson?” His voice was firm, but not angry. “Or should I continue?” 

She considered responding with something pithy, but she knew he could keep up the spanking for as long as he wanted to. Quietly, she said, “D-don’t continue.” 

He nodded, agreeably, but didn’t release her ankles. On the contrary, he lifted a little higher, so that her ass was in the air, and with a flick of his wrist and a bit of power he summoned something she couldn’t see into his free hand. 

When she heard the rustle and felt plasticy, cushioned padding slight beneath her, Vivian realized what the Wizard had conjured. “A diapee?” 

In response, the Wizard only lowered her ankles, reached into his pocket, and came out with a handful of a white, perfumed powder, which he sprinkled liberally around her crotch and thighs. Though he paid no particular attention to her sex, Vivian still flushed as his hand went over her, ensuring that the baby powder had a clean, consistent coat that wouldn’t clump up anywhere.

Again, Vivian struggled. He could defeat her, he could humiliate her with a spanking, but no Wizard in the world could put a diaper on Vivian Ellagon. 

Her wriggling got her nowhere. Whatever lock the Wizard had on her ankles, she couldn’t escape it. 

His free hand worked busily, folding over the padding and working the tapes, using his thumb and forefinger to pull them tight and stick them down while his pinkie pinned the purple diaper in place. 

Pulling the last tape into place and pressing it snuggly down, the Wizard finished putting a diaper on Vivian Ellagon. 

At long last, he released her ankles. 

She fell back onto the table, looking down at her new undergarment in shock. “W-wh-what the-” 

“Sit up,” the Wizard instructed, his voice broaching no complaint. 

Vivian sat up. 

“You’ve taken much power from the world,” he said, looking her dead in the eye as he spoke. “Stolen, carried away from where it’s needed, so that you can lord over the world with your ill-gotten gains. Until every speck of that power is returned, you are not to remove, adjust, or even touch your diapers unless I tell you to.” 

Vivian blinked. “Wha’?” 

“In fact, you’ll find there will be a lot of changes around here, at least until you learn to control your magic,” the Wizard explained. “You’ll be given rules, and instructions. When you disobey, you’ll be punished. If you obey, you’ll have your privileges returned to you, one at a time.” 

“You would dare-” 

“Rule number one,” the Wizard interrupted, holding up a finger. “No back talk. When I am speaking, you will listen.” 

Vivian opened her mouth, but she saw the Wizard’s stance change as she did, ready to bend her over once more. She had no doubt that he could make another spanking hurt even through her new padding, and her bottom was already too tender for her to consider another round with his hand.

She closed her mouth. 

“Good.” He relaxed a little, continuing. “Rule number two. As I said before, you are not to touch or adjust your diaper in any way, either with your hands, or with magic or any tools. You are to use your diapers when you need them. The potty is completely off limits for you, and you are not to try and hold it, so you can use your diaper when you think you’re about to receive a change. Finally, you are not to ask for a change, to indicate to me the state of your diaper, or to consider it in any way when you make decisions, unless you are specifically asked. If you are specifically asked about the state of your diaper, you will immediately answer with complete candor. I will check your diaper as I see fit, and I will change it as I see fit. Understood?” 

Vivian felt herself blushing again as she considered it, but she only nodded. It wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t even consider that rule as a real possibility, because it was unthinkable. She would escape, and buck his authority, before it came to actually using the diaper for its intended purpose. 

Thinking up her escape plan, she nodded, looking as obedient and innocent as she could manage. 

“Rule number three, you will obey my instructions. If I tell you to do something, you will do it without complaint, and you will only ask questions if what I tell you is unclear. My instructions are the only thing that can override another rule.” His tone softened, slightly, and he added, “I hope that, one day, you’ll understand that this is all for your own good.” 

She was barely listening. If I distract him, I could hit him hard… Maybe one of my traps around the castle is still set? 

“Rules number four and five, you are not to use magic without my explicit instructions, and you are not to leave this castle without me accompanying you. When we are out of the fortress, you are never to be more than ten feet away from me.” 

That was interesting. He intended to take her out of the castle. That could give her all sorts of opportunities, if she leveraged them properly. 

He had to raise his second hand to continue counting. “Rule number six, if anyone besides me gives you an instruction, you are to obey unless it would force you to break another rule. You will treat anyone you meet as your superior, even if they are a child of barely speaking age.”

Another rule that, if Vivian was going to have to actually follow it, would be downright unbearable. What would he do, take her from home to home, passing her off as the village slave?

“Rule number seven, you are not to hurt anyone, including yourself. Rule number eight, you will keep your home clean, tidy, and well organized. You cannot order your life if your home is not ordered in kind.”

That was enough to make Vivian blurt out, “You’re going to make me clean my room?” 

The Wizard raised an eyebrow, pausing. Realizing her mistake, Vivian pressed her lips together and bowed her head. “I’ll ignore that, this once. Rule number nine, you will not choose your clothing. If you are too hot or too cold, you may request a change in wardrobe to reflect that.” 

She watched him. If she gave in, submitted to his instructions, she’d start to lose her power. Slowly, maybe, but the longer she went without being seen in the world, without the people being reminded of her domination, the less strength she’d be able to draw. It would be prudent to take the Wizard out soon. 

“Rule number ten, when speaking with others, you will refer to me as Daddy. When we talk, you may call me Sir, or Master.” 

“And, finally,” the Wizard said. “Be honest with me. Tell me how you are feeling, answer my questions frankly, don’t hold it back. I want you to keep no secrets from me. Understood?” 

Vivian nodded, blushing. “I… I have something to teww you, den.” 

“Oh?” the Wizard asked, his face looking genuinely pleased. “Please, go forward. I would like to hear it.” 

It was the best chance she’d get.

“Fuck you’w wules.” Flashing a wicked expression, she summoned up power, calling it forth in her belly, building up a magical attack that would catch him off his guard. 

He stepped forward, lightning quick, and with a subtle whisper of power everything that Vivian had summoned up suddenly changed. 

Instead of power, the magic she’d conjured became a sinking feeling, building into a tangible weight in her bowels over which she had no control. 

Her body went rigid as she realized what was happening. Involuntarily, a small grunt of effort escaped her lips, and her body began to push. Sitting down on the table, she felt a warm, soft mass begin to spread under her bottom, smushed forward and back by her body weight, pressing into the back of her diaper as she filled it out. 

She tried to clamp down, to stop the mudslide, but the muscles in her belly were not under her control. Then, to her horror, the rest of her body began to disobey. She leaned forward, screwing up her face and pushing, magical compulsion driving her to expel as much waste as she could. 

All the while, the Wizard watched. His gaze never wavered from her face as she loaded her diaper to capacity. 

Most of a minute passed, until finally her bowels were emptied and she could push no more out. Another fifteen seconds passed after that as she was frozen in shock, the humiliation of what she’d just done paralyzing her to the core. 

The Wizard moved first, leaning forward, pulling out the back waistband of her diaper with two fingers. It was purely for show, as the bulge and smell of her accident was unmistakable, but as he checked her, reality broke through and began to sink in. 

Vivian had just done the unthinkable, and she had no control over it as it happened. The Wizard really was in complete control, and Vivian’s helplessness to stop him was as thorough and complete as the rest of the world was to resist Vivian. 

The Wizard released the back of her diaper, nodding and making a small, “Hmm,” sound. After considering it, he said, “I don’t think you’re due for a change just yet. Let’s get you dressed for supper, and then we’ll see about giving you chores for the evening.”

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Fun.  Well-written.  Promising direction.  I can't wait for more!

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Enjoyed this story!

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Chapter 2

 

Vivian fumed silently, plotting her revenge. 

She still could not fathom the sheer arrogance, the ridiculous stubborn pride that led to someone as weak as this Wizard challenging her in her own home. Worse, she couldn’t comprehend in the slightest how he’d beaten her. 

That could all be figured out later. For now, she needed to escape, or at the bare minimum to avoid the humiliations he had set out for her. In that moment, she would have settled for being given a fresh diaper and some clothing. 

“You should eat,” the wizard chided, gesturing to Vivian’s bowl of stew with his spoon. He’d apparently been unperturbed by the smell coming off of her, and was nearly at the point of scraping his own bowl clean. “You used a lot of power today, and you won’t be getting it back in the manner you usually employ.” 

“I’m no’ hungry,” Vivian sullenly lisped. The Wizard raised an eyebrow, and she added, “You told me to tell you how I was feelin’.” 

That got a smile out of him, playing at the corner of his mouth. “That’s good, but you should still eat a little. It doesn’t matter if the smell is off-putting to you, you’ll have to learn to deal with it eventually. Might as well start now.” 

At the reminder of her diaper’s state, Vivian squirmed uncomfortably, but she still stubbornly refused. It wasn’t just a bit of petulance, or at least that’s what she told herself, it was a test of his rules. He hadn’t given her explicit instructions, only a suggestion. If he didn’t call her out for breaking a rule here, then she would know how far she could stretch disobedience before being in trouble.

Setting down his spoon, the Wizard sighed. “Very well, then. Move your chair back.” 

“What?” Vivian asked, reflexively, but she caught herself and covered it with a better question. “H-how fa’ back?” 

Snorting at the coverup, he pointed. “A couple feet.” 

Pushing with her heels on the floor, Vivian obeyed, scooting away from the table, uncertain what the wizard was playing at. He didn’t seem angry, but she still felt apprehensive. He’d shown sudden swings in demeanor before. 

His intentions became clear a moment later when he leaned over the table, picked up Vivian’s bowl and spoon, and scooped up a mouthful of stew. “Open your mouth.” 

He can’t be serious. 

She stared in disbelief until his eyes narrowed, and she realized she was quickly approaching some sort of punishment. She opened her mouth. 

The Wizard directed the spoon between her lips. “Close your mouth.” 

Vivian obeyed.

“Swallow.” 

She swallowed. Admittedly, once she got over the overpowering smell in the room, the stew was pretty good. No doubt he’d used a bit of magic in the cooking process; enhancing the flavors with a bit of spell work. It was a common trick, even for lesser talents like his own. The Wizard had made himself quite at home in the small kitchen, all things considered. 

He scooped up another spoonful of stew and raised it. “Do I need to instruct you through every bite?” 

Blushing, she looked away. “No.” 

“No, what?” 

Her blush deepened. “No, sir.” 

“Good.” He moved in with the spoon, and she swallowed another mouthful of dinner. 

I’m not cowed by him, I’m just waiting for my opportunity. I’m not afraid. 

She kept telling herself this as she ate dinner one bite at a time, stopping occasionally so that the Wizard could wipe up a bit of broth before it could dribble down her chin, and once to get a drop that had fallen onto her exposed breasts. 

“Good girl,” the Wizard said, wiping up her face thoroughly with a damp rag, ensuring she was clean from ear to ear. “Don’t you feel a little better, now that you’ve eaten?” 

Vivian wasn’t sure if he could tell when she was lying, but she didn’t want to risk getting in trouble over something so petty. She nodded her head, feeling sheepish, and the Wizard smiled. 

“Now, let’s talk about your evening chores,” he said, taking his own bowl as well as hers and walking them over to the sink. Vivian noticed, idly, that he hadn’t disabled the plumbing spells that she had set up running through the fortress - hot and cold running water were still available on tap, and he used that to begin washing out the wooden dishes. “You made quite a mess of the throne room with your tantrum earlier today.” 

“My tantrum?!” she started, exasperated, but she caught herself before following it up with anything else. You came to duel me! That wasn’t a tantrum! 

“Yes, that,” the Wizard confirmed. “Much of the decorations were destroyed, as well as the tile, and there’s dirt and debris everywhere. We can’t have that. You are to clean it up tonight, as much as you can. We can work on fixing the damage later, but first we’ll have to get all the rubble out.” 

Vivian was stunned. She couldn’t remember exactly how much of a mess the throne room had been, but she could remember how much magic she’d been throwing around. Even with magic, it would be no simple task, and he expected her to do it all manually. 

Still… it would give her time, and simple manual labor couldn’t be that bad. Commoners in the town did it all the time, after all, so how hard could it be? It’d be time consuming, perhaps, but that’d just give her time to plan. 

“Yes, master.” The words were bitter in her mouth, but she saw no point in trying to argue. She’d obey, for now. 

Getting out of her chair, Vivian cringed as she felt the slowly-cooling mush squish against her thighs. There was no way she could put that out of her mind. 

“Wait,” the Wizard said, setting down the bowl in the sink and walking over. Vivian stopped, uncertain what he was going to do. 

Reaching down, the Wizard put a hand on the seat of her diaper, squeezing it a little and making a ‘hmm’ in the back of his throat. Pulling back the crinkly waistband, he said, “It looks like you need a diaper change, Vivian. Let’s get that taken care of before you get back to your chores.” 

Thank the gods. 

He took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. They were in the fortress’s equivalent of ‘servants quarters’, though as it was Vivian who only lived there, this part was only rarely used. She could conjure anything she needed, after all, and keeping a staff around was an unnecessary hassle. If she wanted people to gawk at her beauty or power, she could go out to a nearby town to threaten them. 

Still, she knew her way around, and knew they were walking towards the nearest bathroom. To her surprise, though, the Wizard opened the door to show that the toilet was simply gone, replaced by a changing pad on a raised shelf. 

“Hop up and lie down,” the Wizard instructed, pointing. “We’ll get you all clean.” 

Vivian wasn’t about to argue, not when she was taking a step towards getting what she wanted. It was a baby step, maybe, but that was still progress. Clambering up onto the table, she lay down, the waterproof material of the pad rustling under her weight. 

Reaching under the pad, the Wizard opened a shelf and produced another thick, fluffy diaper, identical to the one she was wearing save for being clean. Setting it down within arm’s reach, he retrieved wipes and powder, then finally began untaping Vivian’s old diaper. 

For her part, she crossed her arms, lifted her butt when she was instructed to, and generally tried not to think about what was going on. Given the mix of sensory inputs - cold wipes, sweet-smelling baby powder, soft fresh padding - it was hard to completely forget, but she did her best. 

Once she was in a fresh diaper, she expected to be sent off to work straight away, but the Wizard had other ideas. Sticking down the last tape, he said, “Wait here. I won’t be long.” 

It was a test, obviously. He was going to leave the room, wait just outside the door so that she thought he was gone, then see if she would use magic or try and escape. He wouldn’t really wander off to some other part of the fortress and leave her to her own devices. 

Vivian was willing to play that game. She did as she was told, laying back on the changing mat until the Wizard returned, knocking on the door once before pushing it open and stepping inside. 

Folded over one arm, he was carrying a bundle of clothing. Conjured, obviously - he wouldn’t have really walked off to retrieve it from his belongings, Vivian knew. “Since you’ll be working, I decided you should wear something more appropriate. Stand up.” 

She got up, eyeing the clothes warily. Folded up, it was hard to tell exactly what he’d brought for her to wear, but there was an abundance of pastels that she didn’t care for. Reaching into the bundle, the Wizard produced a bright pink shirt. 

It was made of heavy cotton that was soft but strong, and Vivian slipped it over her head without complaint. It breathed well enough, though she would have preferred something more silky. Tugging the sleeves to her wrists, Vivian accepted the next garment, unfolding it so she could get a good look at what it was. 

She’d been handed a pair of plain, purple overalls, light and dainty enough to be ‘pretty’ while still being durable and heavy. There was a pair of pink leather gloves in the pocket, managing to strike a balance between utility and childish cuteness just as well as the other clothes. She stepped into the leg holes, but reaching back, had to fumble and flail to try and grab the straps. 

The Wizard stepped in, setting down the rest of the clothes and pulling both shoulder straps into place, buckling them securely in place. “Too tight?” 

“It’s… it’s fine,” Vivian said, eyeing the bathroom mirror. She looked like a child dressed up to help with choring, not a supremely powerful witch who had terrorized most of the realm. 

“Sit down, I’ll get your shoes,” the Wizard instructed. 

“I can get them myself.” Vivian reached for one of the shoes, but the Wizard blocked her hand. 

His voice was firm, more than it had been a moment before. “I didn’t ask.” 

Vivian shivered, afraid of another spanking, and hopped up onto the changing pad so he could reach her feet easily. 

Two pairs of cotton socks and a pair of pink leather shoes were placed on her feet, tied with a bunny knot. Stepping back, the Wizard looked her up and down, nodding contentedly. “That looks good. If you get too warm, we can try something different, but it seemed rather chilly in the throne room when I was there last. Do you need me to walk you there?” 

It’s another test. Vivian wasn’t sure what he was trying to test her on, but it was a trick question, certainly. If she said yes, would he suspect that she was up to something? Or if she said no, would he think she was being too independent and punish her?

She couldn’t decide. There were possible negative consequences no matter what she said. 

After a few seconds of rushed consideration, the Wizard cleared his throat. “I’m not trying to trick you.” 

That’s what you’d say if you were trying to trick me. Still, if it was a convoluted test after all, there was little she could do about it. “I’ll go by myself.” 

“Alright. I don’t expect you to get finished tonight, but I do expect you to do your best. No slacking.” 

She almost walked away without another word, but that seemed dangerous. “Yes, master.” 

He smiled at her, nodding. “Good girl.” 

Flushing red, Vivian hurried out of the bathroom, navigating her way through the halls and towards the throne room. 

Her outfit wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but it still took some getting used to. The snug fit was vastly different from her preferred clothing - or, rather, her preferred lack of clothing, and the thick padding added a waddle to her step that she had yet to get used to. She felt ridiculous, she looked ridiculous, and it was all that Wizard’s fault. 

Still… she couldn’t hear his footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she couldn’t see him approaching either. While illusions weren’t out of the question, she couldn’t feel anything stirring in the currents of power that ran through the fortress. That wasn’t definitive information; he had plenty of talent to do subtle veils that she couldn’t detect. Still… it really seemed like he had genuinely left her to her own devices. 

That was probably a test in and of itself. She couldn’t sucker punch him, since that would require the magic to travel to his position, and any wizard worth his salt would have warded planar travel so that she couldn’t escape through another dimension. After their last battle, he was confident that she couldn’t beat him in another duel.

It was Vivian’s chance. He certainly couldn’t counterspell her from across the entire fortress, not if she kept her magic small and localized. It would take some cleverness, but it was an opportunity. 

Just in case, though, she’d do the work as well. She could plot her revenge and sweep up rubble at the same time. 

There was a small stack of tools waiting for her. A wheelbarrow, a shovel, a broom and dustpan. Surveying the throne room, Vivian was struck by just how much damage she’d managed to do. Great gouges of stone and marble were carved out of the ground and walls. The tapestries were in tatters on the ground, and the red carpet running to her throne was completely shredded. A little magical mending would fix them, but the deeper structural damage would take more powerful conjurations - or weeks of labor. 

An entire pillar had fallen, shattered to pieces. It’d have to be broken apart and carried out by hand, if she was expected to deal with it without the use of a spell. That alone would take weeks, by the look of it. 

Since she didn’t expect to be under the Wizard’s thumb for weeks, she decided to start small. There was a coating of dust across most of the floor. It was a superficial issue, but he’d left her a broom and dustpan. She’d start there. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? 

…

“Oh, gods this is hard,” Vivian groaned, trying to straighten the kink that was forming in her back. 

She just wasn’t built for manual labor. Her hands were soft and smooth, and even with the gloves they were sore from holding the broom for hours on end. Her back hurt from bending with the dustpan repeatedly, her feet ached from walking up and down the floor for hours, and she’d barely gotten anything done. 

He can’t possibly expect me to clean this whole place up on my own. It wouldn’t just take forever, it’d kill me. 

Then again… 

Setting down the broom, Vivian walked over to the entry doors, still hanging loose in their frame from all the force that had been thrown around. Peeking her head through, she looked around in the hallway. 

“Wizard?” she said, at a middling tone. She didn’t want to shout, but at the same time, she wanted him to hear if he was close. 

No answer. 

Stepping up to the nearby side rooms, she looked inside. Empty. He really had left her alone. 

Vivian considered making a break for the door. If she could get outside, she could escape, and come back when she had even more power. There were continents she had yet to explore - once she’d subdued them completely, she could return with the strength of gods and crush this wizard like an insect. 

That was probably what he was expecting. He would be waiting by the exit, ready to trap her once more and use it as an excuse to bring about more humiliations. 

With that in mind, he wouldn’t be able to tell if she used a little subtle magic here in the throne room. Nothing overt, nothing that he’d be able to sense from so far away, just a bit of conjured wind to sweep up the floor for her. 

Walking back into the throne room, Vivian looked around. If she did the whole room, it might be too obvious, but half… that would be okay. He’d never know, and once the spell was done, she could sit down and wait it out until he came knocking. 

Putting together the magic she needed, Vivian conjured power. She couldn’t chant, not with the lisp that had been forced on her, but she didn’t have to. It was simple, quiet magic, and she released it with a flourish of her hand and a-

The power left her, touched the ground, and vanished. It wasn’t resisted or dispelled, it was simply gone, so perfectly matched by counter magic that she couldn’t even feel a trace left behind. 

Disturbingly, she also couldn’t tell where the counterspell had come from. The wizard was either so perfect in his control that she couldn’t sense it, or he really was on the other side of the fortress, but still exerting his mastery through hundreds of feet of stone walls and open air. 

She felt a sinking pit of fear form in her belly. Having just used magic, and been shut down… he was going to be coming for her. 

Rushing back to the broom, she picked it up, hastily sweeping in a circle. Maybe, if she looked like she was working, she could pretend it was a fluke. I’ll tell him it was just a rune built into the wall, or some pre-laid enchantment. Maybe he’ll buy that, maybe-

The door creaked open, and the wizard stepped inside, his plain apprentice’s robes swishing dramatically around him. Looking up and down the room, inspecting what she’d gotten done, he asked, “How are things going?” 

He knows. I can’t trick him with a stupid lie. “How do you think? This is impossible for one person to do, and you know that!” No. Stop yelling at him, you’re only making things worse. Shut up, before- “If you want to force me into failing, just do whatever you will without the pretense! I’m not going to play your damned games!” 

The Wizard watched her carefully as she yelled, face betraying no hint of anger or even surprise. He took a step closer. 

Vivian flinched, but she didn’t run. Running would only delay the inevitable. 

The Wizard walked over, purpose in his stride. Whatever was coming, it was going to be awful, Vivian just knew it. 

Reaching her, he put a hand on the seat of the overalls, squeezing slightly and frowning. “Well, you don’t need a change, and I know you ate recently… I think someone needs to get some rest.” 

Vivian’s eyes widened in confusion. “Huh?” 

He explained in a calm, patient tone. “That’s why you’re so fussy. Children who don’t get enough sleep are always cranky, and you’re no exception. It’s your bedtime.” 

It was a ridiculous suggestion - she was mad because of how he was treating her, not because of any lack of sleep - but if her punishment was going to bed she wasn’t about to complain. That was about as mild as things could get, and contradicting him to explain that she wasn’t tired could only make things worse. 

Nodding sharply, hoping not to make a misstep that would cause the Wizard to change his mind, she said, “Fine. I’ll go to bed. I can find my way to the bedroom.” 

“Then show the way,” the Wizard said, “But I’m coming with you. I need to tuck you in.” 

What does that mean? 

She’d find out soon enough. Still fuming about the ridiculous cleaning chores, she shuffled her way through the fortress, crossing the short distance to her master bedroom. It was the pinnacle of luxury, the softest of mattresses, the most elegant of decorations, and-

And it had all been replaced. Of course it had, he can’t let me keep any dignity, can he? 

The bed was gone, replaced with a large, expensive looking crib. A waist-high fence was assembled to one side, surrounding an arrangement of wooden blocks and simple children’s toys, and another changing pad had been added by the wall. Pastel blues and puffy white clouds had been painted on the walls, with a smiling sun in one corner. The door to the master bathroom was shut, but she imagined it had been similarly redecorated. 

Her wooden dresser was still there, at least, but she suspected that instead of tight leather and flowing silk, the contents would be something rather more juvenile. 

Vivian gaped, staring at it all. She almost missed the subtle currents of enchantment laid in the furniture, and even when she noticed them, the purpose of the enchantments was beyond her. The only magic she recognized was the simple werelamp spells she’d conjured, to keep the castle lit. 

“Take off your work clothes,” the Wizard instructed, walking towards the dresser. “We’ll get you into pajamas. You’re still dry, so I think a diaper change won’t be necessary.” 

She continued to stare. The Wizard really was leaving her no aspect of her old life. “B-but… what…” 

“Well, hurry to it,” he said, pulling a purple pair of footie pajamas from the bottom drawer of the dresser. “Unless you need my help, that is.” 

That was a challenge, and Vivian wasn’t about to let the Wizard make good on his threat. Glowering, she began to strip out of her clothes, starting with the shoes and ending with the adorable pink shirt. 

Accepting the cotton pajamas, she stepped into them, but quickly realized a problem. The zipper was on the back, and no matter how much she fumbled to grab on to the metal tab, she just couldn’t get to it. 

Admitting defeat, she faced the Wizard. “I can’t reach.” 

“That’s no problem,” he said, stepping behind her to zip the pajamas in place. “Now, get into your crib, and we can say goodnight. Tomorrow’s a busy day, so I want you to get your rest.” 

She eyed the crib, warily. “What are the enchantments on it?” 

His tone sharpened once again. “Do as you’re told.” 

Fearing reprisal, Vivian nodded sheepishly. “Yes, master.” 

Walking to the crib, she felt around the latch on the side, dropped it to lower the bars, and stepped in. 

One small comfort: The mattress was just as soft and plush as her last one. The Wizard had, at least, left her that small creature comfort. As she laid down, testing how far she could stretch without bumping up against the bars, the Wizard raised the side of the crib and latched it once more. 

Immediately, Vivian knew what the spells did. The ambient magic in the air around her snapped sharply, feeling somehow stale and dead. The bars of the crib glowed for a moment as their power was activated, subtle runes that were otherwise invisible becoming light. 

It was a binding cage. A witch trap. Inside the crib, she wouldn’t be able to use magic even if the Wizard was asleep on the other side of the world. Even though there was nothing covering the top of the crib, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get out, either, unless the lock was left open and the side was lowered. 

To be fair, it was the most comfortable, cute binding cage she’d ever heard of. Most were lined with spikes and cold, brutal steel, to make the witch unable to rest or grow comfortable. Some were out-and-out torture devices. 

This one, on the other hand, was cozy and warm, and she couldn’t help but sink into the thick layers of mattress that the wizard had left for her. 

Touching the werelight, the Wizard doused it, bringing it to a soft, gentle glow that was little more than a dim candle. Enough to keep the room from being shrouded in total blackness, without keeping her awake. 

It was a nice gesture. Unfortunately for Vivian, the light had never been the thing to keep her away from sleep. 

The night went by in fits and starts. Her mind kept running through the circumstances of her defeat. She’d think of something she could have done differently, a method of possible escape, and her brain would try to play it out in a half-dreaming fog. No matter what she thought of, her dreams always turned back to defeat, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t turn her mind away from the subject. 

She had no idea what time it was when the delirious fog cleared from her mind. There was no way of telling in the fortress, not unless she checked with a spell. At the very least, she knew why she had awoken. 

Vivian needed a bathroom. Desperately. 

It was hard deciding what to do. Normally, she would think that the Wizard couldn’t possibly know if she had to pee or not, unless she was to the point of doing a potty dance. He’d instructed her not to hold it, though, and she doubted he’d make a threat that he couldn’t follow through on. 

Aside from that, though, she didn’t just need to pee, and no matter what humiliations had been forced on her through magic, she wasn’t about to humiliate herself like that deliberately. She had no idea how soon the Wizard would come for her, and being trapped in a cage in a stinky, heavy diaper for gods-knew how long was not something that Vivian Elegon would ever stoop to. 

And, if she wasn’t going to do that, then she may as well hold everything. There was no point in half measures. Either he could tell she had been holding it, and she’d be in trouble, or he couldn’t, and she wouldn’t. Peeing in her diaper wouldn’t really change that, one way or another. 

Besides, I’ll hear him coming and I can just- 

The light suddenly grew bright, and the Wizard stepped inside. “Good morning.” 

She did her best not to squeak in surprise. “Uh- hi. Hello.” 

He approached, lowering the side of the crib and leaning in, pressing a hand to the front of her diaper without preamble. “Hmm. Did you sleep well?” 

No point in lying to that question. “No.” 

He nodded, standing up straight. “Have you been holding it in when you were supposed to use your diapers?” 

Here’s where we find out if he can tell. Vivian took a breath, trying to sound convincing. She had little practice in lying; she never needed to do it when she had all the power. “... no.” 

Again, the Wizard nodded. “Do you know the punishment for little girls who lie?” 

Oh no. 

“Follow me.”

Heart sinking, Vivian followed behind the wizard as he walked her into the master bathroom. She was unsurprised to see that the toilet was simply gone, with a small shelf where it had once been, but she couldn’t tell exactly why she’d been brought inside. It was otherwise still a normal bathroom, with a tub and sink, a vanity mirror, a small cupboard for her toiletries. 

Once she was inside, the wizard shut the door. “Open your mouth.” 

Would there be any benefit to fighting? 

She already knew the answer to that question. Helpless to stop whatever was coming, Vivian opened her mouth. 

In a single, smooth motion, the Wizard picked up the bar soap from the side of the sink and placed it between Vivian’s lips, holding it deep enough in that she couldn’t help but taste the lavender and lye at the back of her throat. 

“Do not spit it out,” he warned, pulling his hand away. 

Vivian wanted to gag, but she bit down, trying to pull her tongue away from the soap bar. 

“I’ll let you rinse your mouth out once you show me that you’re sorry for lying,” the Wizard explained, simply. 

“Ah tho’y!” Vivian tried to say, the soap gagging her voice and rendering the words illegible. He didn’t even have to explain that the apology simply wouldn’t do, Vivian could tell from his expression. 

To make matters worse, he let a tingle of magic spark over his fingers, and without warning the soap began to bubble and lather in her mouth, foam dribbling out her lips and multiplying the desire to gag and retch.

How am I supposed to show I’m- Oh. 

The explanation came to Vivian in a flash of fairly straightforward insight. She had lied about needing to use her diaper, so the obvious solution was… 

Blushing over a mouthful of soap foam, Vivian released the pressure in her bladder. The subtle hiss of urine was audible in the room, even if he couldn’t tell purely from her humiliated expression, but he didn’t move to remove the soap. 

“P-pwagh!” she begged, completely unable to speak with the lather foaming in her throat. 

The Wizard only watched. 

He’s going to make me do it, isn’t he? 

Vivian was out of options. Legs bending slightly, biting down on the soap bar with unconscious effort, the witch who was the scourge of humanity grunted and began to deliberately fill her diapers. 

The foaming stopped before she could even finish, and as the lump of mush made her diaper sag into the back of her pajamas, the Wizard took away the soap and stepped aside so she could get to the sink. 

“Rinse out your mouth, and meet me in the bedroom,” he instructed, watching Vivian hurriedly comply, turning on the water and spewing out the foamy bubbles. “We’ll be dressing you for travel today. It’s time we went into town.”

[PeculiarChangeling]

Chapter 3

 

Vivian didn’t know whether to be grateful or furious.

The Wizard had at least dressed her up in modest clothing. Her sundress came down to her knees, more than enough to cover her diaper, and the socks and shoes were plain and comfortable for long, cross-country walks. The dress wasn’t even all that humiliating - it was light purple and far more pretty than she’d have preferred, but it wasn’t terrible.

On the other hand, he’d done all this without offering her a diaper change, and though the bulge of her diaper wasn’t noticeable, the smell wafting around her was. When she’d asked about using a charm to hide the stink, the Wizard had simply laughed at her.

So, she was trudging down a dirt path behind the wizard, feet growing sore from the sheer amount of walking.

“Tell me, do you know which town is closest to your home by foot?” the Wizard asked, as they walked.

“I… I think Halleck?” Vivian said. She usually flew, and she hadn’t been to the nearest towns in a long time. Their terror was reinforced whenever they saw her storm clouds ripple overhead, and she didn’t need to do anything else to keep them obedient.

He nodded. “That’s right. Do you remember what you did at Halleck?”

She couldn’t. There were too many towns, too many identical little villages for her to keep track of each and every one. Still, admitting that would highlight just how much destruction she’d caused. “I… burned their crops, yes?”

“You destroyed their mill,” the Wizard said. “And…”

He stopped, glancing up the path. A couple were walking the other way, leading a horse laden down with saddlebags.

Please, don’t notice the smell, Vivian though, forming the idea into a silent prayer.

As they got close, though, the Wizard dashed her hopes against the rocks. “Please excuse the smell, I haven’t changed her diaper in a while,” he explained, the passing explanation making the couple both smirk and Vivian turn pink.

“Y-you didn’t have to tell them that!” she squeaked, struggling to keep up with the Wizard’s long strides.

“That is true,” the Wizard replied, glancing back at her. “I didn’t have to.”

She stopped for a moment, sputtering and falling behind. “B-but-”

“Rule number five!” The Wizard called over his shoulder. “Do catch up.”

Realizing she’d grown more than ten feet from him, Vivian scrambled to catch up, diaper squelching between her thighs. “A-are you going to tell everyone we pass on the road that I… um…”

“That they’re smelling your stinky diaper?” He scratched at his chin, considering for a moment. “Yes, I believe I am. The road to fixing what you’ve done begins by losing your grip of fear over these people, and it’s difficult to be afraid of a little girl who poops her pants.

“But...” Vivian stammered, flushing brightly. “But I- But you-”

He eyed her, more sternly than he’d been a second before. “You’re verging extremely close to back talk territory. I would advise you to choose your words carefully.”

“I…” she started. “I have a question, then.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Alright. Ask it.”

“Something I was wondering about. How come I can speak normally right now, but sometimes your magic makes me lisp?” It was an off topic question, something to distract from her incredible blush, but it was also a practical one. If she learned more about how his magic worked, she might learn how to dispel it.

“You want me to teach you how I wield my power?” the Wizard asked. “The very power I’m using to keep you from destroying me?”

Vivian made a choking noise, realizing she might have just walked face first into punishment.

“I… it was just a question.”

“And a good question, at that,” the Wizard agreed, nodding agreeably. “And, of course, I’ll answer. My intent is never to deprive you of knowledge or understanding.”

She blinked at him. “Wait, really? So, if I asked you how you defeated me, you’d tell me?”

He laughed, showing genuine mirth. “That sort of magic takes a lifetime to learn, and I don’t believe you’re in the right mindset to even begin, child.”

“That wasn’t a no.” She glanced up the road and saw a tradesman pulling a cart their way. Lowing her face, she moved so that she was behind the wizard, so she wouldn’t stand out quite as much.

“Let’s start with Hadrian’s Babble, shall we? It’s a devilishly simple bit of counter magic.” He stepped to the side of the road to give the cart more room to pass, commenting to the tradesman, “Apologies for the smell, Vivian hasn’t had a diaper change in some time.”

Turning pink, she kept her face down and tried to focus on the conversation, rather than the tradesman’s condescending chuckle. “I… Hadrian’s Babble, you said? Is that what it’s called?”

“That’s right. It’s activated by the target’s own reserve of power. When you call up energy, a little bit is siphoned off to fuel the spell. It creates a perfect trap, where you can’t use magic to break the spell, because simply conjuring power to counterspell the Babble will make you unable to attempt the spell.” He stopped, frowning at the road for a minute.

“I thought that sort of thing was impossible,” Vivian said. “Stealing enough power to shut down someone’s magic is a contradiction.”

“But, that’s the trick. Robbing your fine speech control takes only a whisper of power,” the Wizard explained, stepping back and raising Vivian’s dress without warning. “It’s a matter of subtlety. There’s no need to shut down your magic, only to shut down your speech.”

Vivian didn’t really hear the last sentence of his explanation. She was too distracted by having her diaper exposed, and by the Wizard squeezing the seat and testing its weight. A few moments went by, and he lowered her dress, nodding.

Coming to a decision, the Wizard declared, “I think it’s time you had a diaper change. Take off your dress and lie down, I’ll get you clean.”

“B-but,” Vivian said, looking up and down the road. They were totally exposed, so that anyone who walked by would have a great view of her dirty diaper being changed. “Please, s-sir, can we find somewhere more private for this?”

He scratched his chin, nodding. “Alright, I suppose.”

She let out a sigh of relief, walked after him as they started trudging once more towards the ridge up ahead.

As they crested it and saw the road wind down to the base of the hill, though, her heart sank. The town they were heading to, Halleck, was only a few hundred yards away at the end of the road.

The Wizard cleared his throat, pointing. “I’m sure we can find somewhere private in town.”

“I-” Vivian started. “I changed my mind. We can do it here. Please, don’t-”

“You’ve already made enough of a fuss,” the Wizard warned. “You didn’t trust my judgement before. I’ve had enough out of you, do you understand?”

Vivian gaped, but there was no arguing. He’d just make things worse for her. Hanging her head, she followed him down the hill and into town.

Any hope of finding a quiet corner to change in was dashed when the Wizard walked up to the first house, knocked on the door, and waited patiently for an answer.

The door latch turned, and an older, matronly woman stepped onto the stoop. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, please,” the Wizard said, nodding agreeably. “Vivian here has just made an awful mess in her diaper, and asked me if we could find somewhere private to change her. I don’t suppose you have a bathroom, or somewhere else out of the way we could deal with her?”

The woman frowned, pulling grey hair away from her eyes. “Eh… Vivian is this girl?”

“That’s right. Say hello, Vivian.” He stepped aside, gesturing at her, and Vivian made a little squeaking sound at the back of her throat.

“Erm… hello.” Her face burned, and she avoided looking the woman in the face.

The woman had no such shyness, and after a long stare, her eyes narrowed. “I know you. You’re the Witch.”

Finally, Vivian looked at her, trying to remember. She… who is she? I know her face, but…

“That’s right,” the Wizard said. “But her days of wickedness are done. She’s made a pledge to change her ways, and I’m ensuring she doesn’t backslide.”

“She destroyed our temple,” the woman said, doing nothing to hide her anger. “Brick by brick.”

Oh. It’s HER. The woman didn’t just have a matronly appearance, she was the town’s actual matron - or, at least, she had been until Vivian had destroyed their places of gathering.

“I’m sorry,” Vivian said, quietly. It was mostly a plea for mercy, rather than a true apology. Whatever her intent, though, the woman was having none of it.

“You are in a diaper,” she said, looking Vivian up and down. “Is it uncomfortable?”

No point in lying. “Yes, uh… ma’am.”

“Good.” Stepping back, she slammed her door in Vivian’s face, leaving them standing on the stoop.

“Well, you can’t blame her,” the Wizard shrugged. “We’ll try another house.”

Vivian didn’t have any way of hiding her face, but she hoped that keeping quiet and as still as possible would turn her invisible. Walking another door down, the Wizard knocked.

The man who answered was Vivian’s age, and had the rugged, athletic build of someone who worked in the field every day. “Can I…” he paused, wrinkling his nose. “Erm… help you?”

The Wizard opened his mouth, then closed it, stepping to the side. “Vivian, why don’t you explain it to him? You’re the one this is for, after all.”

She wasn’t sure if it was possible to turn any more red, but if it was, she did. “I… em… I would like somewhere private, please.”

“Uh…” he looked between her and the Wizard, clearly puzzled. “Do I know you? You look familiar, but… wait, do you work at the tavern next town over, in Marston?”

“No.” Vivian rubbed at her neck, trying to decide if there was any good way to explain things. Before she could, she felt the Wizard’s hand on her shoulder.

“Explain things to him better, Vivian. Be thorough.” His tone was gentle, but she understood the implicit threat. If she didn’t humiliate herself, he would find a way to humiliate her that would be infinitely worse.

“I… I don’t live in town, and I don’t think we’ve ever met, but… I…” Oh gods. Just kill me, please, don’t make me say this. “I… pooped in my diaper, and I would like somewhere private to change. Please.”

He still seemed puzzled, but his expression also showed sympathy. He might not have understood why Vivian was on his doorstep in a smelly diaper, but the basic human empathy for a stranger in peril was enough for him to smile and step back.

“Okay, come on in. The town has enchanted plumbing, the bathroom is near the back.” He smiled, trying to put Vivian at ease.

She started to walk inside, prepared to thank him, but the Wizard cleared his throat. “Vivian, tell him who you are.”

That made alarm bells go off in the man’s head, and he blocked the doorway again. “Hmm?”

There was no getting around it, except to do as she was told. “I… I’m the Witch.”

“The…” he stepped back, fear tinging the confusion on his face. “Oh gods. What are you going to do to us?”

“It’s alright,” the Wizard promised him. “Vivian has none of her power. I’m ensuring that she’ll be reformed, and in the meantime, she’s forbidden the use of the potty.”

He had to consider it for a moment. “You burned our crops. We had to use everything we’d saved just to keep from starving through the winter. When I stood and asked for mercy, you laughed in my face.”

She tried to look guilty. “Is… is that a no?”

The fear was gone. Anger, and a little bit of smugness at the reversal of power, were all that Vivian could see. “You want a favor from me, and you didn’t even think to apologize first?”

“That’s not it at all!” Vivian said, putting up her hands. “I honestly didn’t remember who you were.”

He looked away from her, addressing the Wizard. “She is not welcome in my home. If you ask me, she should have to wallow in her own filth until she’s personally apologized to everyone she’s ever wronged.”

“That’d, unfortunately, be too much to ask,” the Wizard said. Vivian let out a sigh of relief, until he added, “But, the whole town… that would certainly be possible. Would that satisfy you?”

“But-” Vivian started, but a single ‘shhh’ from the Wizard was enough to quell her.

“It would certainly make me feel a little better,” the man said, nodding, a smile spreading across his face.

“Wait,” Vivian said. “Please, just hear me out. I can make it up to you - I’ve got riches. I’ll pay you, just let me change, please. I don’t think my diaper can even last that long!”

The Wizard paused. “Well… The concern of leaking is a fair point. Vivian, wait here while I discuss things with this gentleman. We may be able to come to an agreement that benefits us all.”

“Yes, sir,” Vivian said, nodding her head obediently.

Please. Just let me change, and I’ll be the most obedient model of perfection you’ve ever seen… until I figure out a way to get back at you for all this.

The Wizard stepped inside, and Vivian could hear nothing except a collection of hushed tones and quiet comments. Thirty seconds went by before the door opened again. When it did, the man was smirking broadly and the Wizard seemed satisfied.

“Vivian, he’s given permission for us to use his bathroom to put a clean diaper on you. Please tell him thank you for being so generous, given the circumstances.”

“Thank you,” Vivian said, nodding. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Of course,” he snickered, nodding. “It’s just in the back, on the left.”

As they shuffled towards the bathroom, Vivian asked in a quiet voice, “What did you give him?”

“I didn’t give him anything,” the Wizard said, plainly. “We came to an agreement, but he didn’t want a bribe, he wanted proof of your sincerity.”

“I… okay. How did you prove it?”

“I’ll explain in a moment.” The Wizard pulled the bathroom handle, opening it and reaching into his pack in one motion. Out came a flexible, water-resistant purple mat, which he unrolled and gestured to. “Lay down, Vivian.”

“Yes, sir!” She was more than happy to obey these orders if it meant getting into a clean diaper.

Vivian tried not to let it bother her that she was excited, not even to be given underwear, but just a clean diaper. That was something to worry about once they were back in her home.

The Wizard pulled a diaper from his bag as she laid down, and Vivian sighed in relief. Soon she’d be clean, and no matter what the Wizard had her do, she’d at least not stink like a dirty diaper while she-

“What are you doing?”

“Ensuring that you don’t leak,” the Wizard explained, as he slid the new diaper beneath her old one. “I promised that man that you’d be cleaned up only once you’d apologized and made things right with the whole village, but he conceded that having you leak everywhere we went would be counterproductive. As such, I’ll still be giving you a fresh diaper whenever your old one is full.”

“I… but…” Vivian squeaked. “You… how big is the town?”

“A few hundred, I believe,” the Wizard said. Pulling the new diaper snugly around her old one, she felt the sodden old padding squelch against her. The Wizard had to pull the tapes very snug, then press his hand against the seat and then the crotch of her diaper to make sure that it would stay in place.

He pulled down Vivian’s dress and stood, moving to go wash his hands. “That should be fine, for now. I’ve employed a little cantrip to make sure the layers will soak into each other, so there are no worries of leaking unless you manage to completely flood both of these diapers without me noticing.”

“B-but…” Vivian mumbled. “You… are you serious?”

“Completely. Now, I want you to stand, and go apologize to that man for burning his fields.” The Wizard gestured to the door, and Vivian knew that she had no choice but to obey.

Getting to her feet, she took a few tentative steps. The increase in bulk was noticeable, but it wouldn’t affect her ability to walk much. Glancing in the mirror, she wasn’t sure if she could make out any bulge beneath her dress - it was possible she was just imagining it.

Either way, she had to go apologize. Pulling open the door handle, she stepped out of the bathroom, looking around.

He was waiting for her, malicious glee plain in his expression. “Do you have something to say to me, Vivian?”

“I…” she looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry for burning your crops. That was wrong of me. I won’t do it again.”

“Sure. And you’re not just saying that so you can have your messy bottom cleaned up?” he asked.

Vivian didn’t know how to answer that. She was just playing along so she could get a change, but if she said that aloud, she’d get into more trouble. If the Wizard caught her lying, though… “I…”

The Wizard stepped in on her behalf. “Don’t worry, sir. Her sincerity might be in question right now, but until she feels genuine remorse, she won’t be out of my care. For now, be content to know that she’s paying for her crimes.”

“Fine.” He made a show of wrinkling his nose, and gestured to the door. “Get out of my house, before the whole place stinks as badly as you do.”

Vivian didn’t know if it was a reprieve or a prelude to more humiliation, but she was happy to get out of the man’s house before he had any more ‘bright ideas’. At least outside, there was a gentle breeze and nobody was staring at her.

“So… are you going to call a town meeting?” she asked, hopefully. “So I can apologize to everyone?”

“Of course not. You’re going to go door to door. I want each apology to be personal.”

Vivian stared at him. “You mean-”

“And, if they aren’t happy with a simple ‘I’m sorry’, you will find a way to make it up to them,” the Wizard said, leading her directly to the next house.

“I- but that’s going to take all day!” Vivian complained.

The Wizard nodded, agreeing. “In truth, the sun’s setting in a few hours, and your bedtime is the same as it was last night. I fully expect this to take until tomorrow if you don’t pick up the pace.”

That was encouragement enough for Vivian to pick up her speed, butt wiggling as she waddled as fast as possible to the next home.

Knocking, she waited impatiently as she waited for someone to answer. Half a minute passed, before the Wizard said, “We can come back later, if nobody’s home.”

She waited stubbornly for another minute before finally giving up. “Fine. What if nobody lives here?”

“This home has a presence to it,” the Wizard said. “Someone lives here. You can tell by the threshold.”

That gave Vivian pause, but only for a moment. She didn’t have time to waste asking about magical theory, she had apologies to make so she wouldn’t spend the evening stuck in double-thick diapers.

The next home was, fortunately, occupied. A tired woman answered the door, very little charity in her expression. “What do you want? I just got the kids out of the house for an hour or so, and I’ve got a million things to do before they get-” She recoiled upon recognizing Vivian. “What- What are you doing h-”

“I’m here to apologize,” Vivian said quickly. “For attacking your village, and… anything I might have done to you specifically. I want to make amends.”

To give the woman credit, she was quick on the uptick. Her eyes tracked from the Wizard, to Vivian’s stance and clothing, and her nose wrinkled as she recognized the smell. “What kind of amends?”

“I…” Vivian wasn’t sure what to say to that. “I’m not allowed to… that is, I’m not using magic, but is there anything I can… do?”

The villager’s eyes narrowed, and her smile was razor sharp. “Come on in.”

As it turned out, there were lots of things she could do. The woman had three children all under five, and their diaper pail was full and in need of washing. When that was done, Vivian found herself on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor by hand, and then doing the dishes, and then sweeping out the attic, while the woman drank tea and chatted with the Wizard.

Vivian could only overhear bits and pieces of what was being said, but every bit made her blush more red. “So you’re keeping her in diapers? And she can’t help but use them?”, then,

“Oh, I can imagine the fussing. She’s probably worse than my little ones.”, then, “Well, if you need to make the spanking a little worse, you might try making her pick out her own paddle - no, no, I don’t do that with my children, but when my husband acts up…”

It was most of an hour before Vivian was done, and the Wizard finally decided that she’d apologized thoroughly enough. They thanked the woman for her time, and moved to the next home.

And so, the day went on. Most townsfolk didn’t have quite such an extensive list of chores, and a few preferred that Vivian didn’t so much as approach their home, but it was still a long, humiliating exercise.

Not a single person listened to her apology, and the explanation of why she smelled, without at least cracking a smirk. Fear quickly turned to amusement, and the awful power that she held over them was lost as people cracked jokes behind her back, and sometimes to her face.

The innkeeper was especially vindictive, and once Vivian was reminded that she’d burned down his last establishment, she couldn’t blame him. He had her buss tables for over an hour - after the Wizard cast a spell so that Vivian’s diaper wouldn’t bother the customers - and whenever she had even a second to spare, he insisted on ‘treating his help right’, pouring her a fresh glass of lemonade.

At first, Vivian had thought it a gesture of goodwill. By the time the third glass was foisted on her, though, she began to suspect that it was a ploy of some kind. After half an hour of exhausting work, waddling from table to table, and six tall drinks pushed into her hand with an encouraging, “Drink up!” and a slap on the back, she knew it was a trick.

Still, there wasn’t much she could do to stop it, except to flood her diapers again and again, feeling the padding grow more sodden and heavy.

The Wizard stepped in after an hour. “She’s got other people to apologize to,” he explained. “She’ll send reparations for the cost of building a new bar. Thank you for the hospitality, sir.”

Vivian expected to be led towards the front door, but instead, he walked her to the back, towards the tavern’s bathroom.

Oh no. “Sir, please-”

“You’re nearing leaking,” he said, his voice loud enough that most of the bar could hear. “And we’ve much work still to do. You need another diaper, Vivian.”

“B-but-”

“Do you need a spanking to go with it?”

That broke her. “No sir.”

Another layer was added to her increasingly puffy diaper, and as she toddled out of the bar, she wondered how many more layers she could take before she’d be unable to walk.

More apologies, more wrinkled noses, more snickering and smug looks. More sweat, and more blushing. At first, the Wizard made her speak up when she ‘forgot’ to mention that she would do favors or chores for the villagers, but before long, he didn’t have to.

Word was spreading fast, and as the sun started to dip below the horizon, she was showing up to find people with a list of chores prepared for her. Most were practical, but some seemed designed to humiliate more than anything. The most tenuous of excuses were invented so that she’d have to crawl on her hands and knees, either to clean tile, or reach under a piece of furniture, or look for a lost toy.

And, throughout all of it, as she got dirtier, and her diaper grew heavier, the Wizard just stood back. He sometimes made small talk with the people, but if they weren’t interested, he’d simply keep an eye on her, ensuring she did her chores properly.

While she was in the middle of cleaning someone’s toilet, she felt a tug in her bowels, and her heart sank. There was no point in holding it. As much progress as she’d made, there were dozens of homes still to visit, dozens of apologies still to make. Even if the Wizard wouldn’t punish her for trying to hold it, she couldn’t last that long. Besides - her diaper was already messy, it wasn’t like she could make it worse.

So, kneeling just a foot away from a perfectly good potty, she screwed up her face and pushed, adding to the muck that was already squelching around beneath three layers of padding.

“Vivian,” the Wizard said, making her jump.

“Y-yes sir!” she spun, standing to face him. “What is it?”

He was standing next to the homeowner, an elderly woman with crescent moon glasses. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Did you just have an accident?”

No point in lying. “Yes sir.”

He nodded, clarifying, “You filled your diapers, without trying to hold it?”

Why do you have to ask all this in front of her? Vivian thought. The question answered itself, really. “Yes, sir.”

“Very good, Vivian. I’m proud of you. I think you’re done working for the evening. Follow me, we’ll go make camp, have a little supper, and get you to bed.” His smile appeared to be genuinely proud of her, though Vivian knew there had to be malice and smug amusement beneath the facade.

“Sir…” she said. “Please, just let me keep going. I can finish tonight, I-”

“If you keep going, you’ll be waking people up, or interrupting them as they relax from a hard day’s work,” the Wizard said. “Come with me, Vivian.”

Disobeying was a pointless exercise. Acutely aware of all the extra mass weighing down her increasingly thick padding, she waddled after him.

To her relief, she didn’t have to help set up camp. It would have been counterproductive, anyways, as most of ‘setup’ involved preparing wards and spells that would keep Vivian’s magic contained. Her tent was a portable witch trap, not quite as sophisticated as her crib, but it’d work well enough. She might be able to overpower it, but not quickly, and not quietly, and certainly not if the Wizard was there to wake up and stop her.

So, she sat on a log, trying not to put all her weight into her mess. The Wizard had stew boiling over a campfire, and a pot of water next to it.

“You don’t need to humiliate me like this,” she complained, as he checked on the water.

“I do,” he said, picking up the water pot.

“There are other ways to punish me. I’d rather be flogged, or tortured, or just- What are you doing?” She leaned back as he took a rag from inside his robes, dipping it in the water.

“You’re filthy,” the Wizard said. She looked down at the heavy diaper that was creating a bulge beneath her dress. “We won’t address that, but I can still clean you up. Hold still.”

She was skeptical, but she obeyed, letting him wash the dirt and sweat away from her face.

Vivian wouldn’t say as much out loud, but it felt good to be cleaned up, the state of her diaper notwithstanding.

“And I have to humiliate you, for their sake,” the Wizard explained. “You were subjugating these people with fear. The simplest way to remove that fear is to replace it with amusement. Arms up.”

She paused for a moment, then complied, lifting her arms over her head.

The wizard pulled off her dress, much to her surprise, leaving her in only the diaper and her shoes. Folding it over one arm, he began washing down her arms with the rag as though nothing was the matter.

“Hey!” Vivian squeaked, trying to cover herself. “Someone- someone might see!”

“We’re on the edge of town, and there’s not a part of you that you didn’t show off to these people when you were strutting your power around,” the Wizard pointed out, wringing out the rag. “Besides, you’re not sleeping in your good dress. I’ll get you your pajamas once you’re clean.”

Her blush was visible even in the dim firelight, but she couldn’t argue with those points. “Okay…”

The rag paused, halfway up her other arm. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, sir.”

“Good baby,” the Wizard smiled, and did something else Vivian didn’t expect. Leaning over her, he kissed her forehead, in a totally parental fashion. “You did very good today. You used your diapers, you did as you were told, and you only fussed a little bit. If you keep up this behavior, we might be able to begin your potty training as soon as the next season.”

“I… the next season? That’s still months-” Vivian started, before catching the other half of his sentence. “Potty training?”

[starman]

Chapter 3 is a repeat of ch 2 ..

[PeculiarChangeling]

1 hour ago, starman said:

Chapter 3 is a repeat of ch 2 ..

Crap. Thank you for catching that, I somehow spaced it out and opened the wrong document when I was copy/pasting into here and didn't notice. 
It's fixed. Apologies for the error. 

[PeculiarChangeling]

At long last, we have Chapter 4! I've also changed the title from "Witch's Bane" to "Vivian: Diaper Witch" because I think that has a nicer ring to it. 

Chapter 4

Vivian awoke to the whistle of morning birds, chittering woodland creatures, and a loud, insistent squelch.

“Ugh,” she mumbled, sitting upright. Her diapers, now three soaked layers one overtop another, radiated a stench that had permeated her dreams, giving her strange not-quite nightmares about being trapped in a nursery.

The real world wasn’t much better.

Her bladder was full to bursting, and she knew holding it would lead to more discomfort later. Without much further thought she released it, feeling the hot pee soak into her layers of padding, slowly trickling in, adding to the weight between her hips.

The wizard, her ‘Master’, still snored off to her side, and she eyed him. If she just sat around, waiting for him to waken, she’d have a full day of backbreaking chores, and her diapers–already full to the brink after her latest use–would only grow heavier and thicker, the bulk swelling until all fear of her had been replaced with giggles at her impressive waddle.

If she could escape, though…

The Wizard’s traps and wards would certainly stop her if she simply ran, but maybe with help she could get away. She still had her tattoos, her binding to the dread demon Imperionus who had given her the power to convert fear into raw magic. If any being in the world would or could help her, it would be him.

Idly, she traced a couple runes in the dirt, symbols of sending. Something to deliver a message, a plea for help. (Maybe…if I can send the message without words, while the Wizard sleeps, he won’t know?)

She filled out half of the rune she’d need, then wiped it out with her palm. The method of escape posed too many risks, and if she tried and failed, the Wizard would be on high alert going forward.

A moment later, the Wizard yawned off to her side, sitting awake. “Good morning, Vivian,” he said sleepily, standing and stretching away the tiredness in his bones.

She stayed half under her blanket, uncertain if she was expected to do anything, while he shuffled around and got ready for the day. Before long, he had a little breakfast cooking; fry cakes on a hot stone over their campfire.

“I hope you rested well, and that your diaper didn’t keep you from sleeping,” he said to Vivian, watching her rub at her eyes. “Come have a bite. It’s nothing fancy, but it’ll fill your belly well enough.”

“We could have brought something from my larder,” Vivian grumbled, getting to her feet. The weight of her diapers made her wobble and nearly fall as she toddled over to the campfire, wincing at the enormous smush between her thighs when she sat down. “It’d be better than this.”

“That food is stolen,” the Wizard said. “We’ll be returning what we can to the proper owners, and giving out the rest to the needy. Have your cake.”

He used a wooden spoon to scrape two cakes free, into a wooden travel bowl, and passed it over to her. She accepted the bowl, picking up the fry cake with her fingers.

“Careful,” the Wizard said, reaching out. “It’s hot, it’ll burn–ah, hmm.”

She picked it up, uncaring of the heat. She could feel it, but she resisted fire like a duck’s feathers resisted water, a small perk of her pact with Imperionus. An indicator that, even with all of the Wizard’s bindings to keep her magic suppressed, the pact persisted.

“Well,” the Wizard said. “That’ll go away, with time. When none are left who fear you, the pact will naturally fade, and you’ll be free of his influence.”

(I don’t want to be free, I want my power back,) Vivian fumed. (And…and I want to know how you do magic like you do.)

“You’ve got over half the town left to apologize to, but a full day’s light to do it,” the Wizard mused, while she ate. “If you’re studious, and diligent, then you may earn a fresh diaper before nightfall yet. My powder will protect you from rashing for a good long while, but I’m uncertain if it can handle three full days’ output without refreshing, so I advise you not to dally.”

Vivian groaned, but otherwise didn’t back-talk. “Yes, sir.” Done with her breakfast, she set aside the bowl.

“Now lay back.” The Wizard to his feet. “You’ve filled your current diapers, you need another layer.”

“I’m already having trouble walking straight,” she protested. “More diapers, I won’t even be able to work.”

“Nonsense,” he replied. “They aren’t even below your knees yet–you can work in three, even four more before it starts to be an impediment, and if you have to work slower, that’s a problem for you to solve. Now, lay back, I won’t ask again.”

She obeyed, laying down as best she could–though with the smushy bulk beneath her bottom, there were a couple inches of air between the small of her back and the ground. Lifting up was an effort, as her diaper wanted to droop down to the ground and she had to do some heavy duty acrobatics to get the sodden, sagging seat up high enough for a fresh layer to be slid beneath. Finally, though, the Wizard was able to stretch a fresh diaper over the three old layers, magically sealing it on to ensure maximum absorption.

Then, it was back to town, for her tour of hard work and humiliation.

She’d been tasked with giving a sincere apology to each person in town, an apology which had to be accepted. If they needed any favors or chores done, Vivian had to do them, at least until the point that the Wizard declared her work sufficient and allowed her to move on. The humiliation was not without purpose–seeing her on her hands and knees scrubbing tile or crouching to try and sweep dirt into a dustpan while dragging a large, poopy diaper was the perfect antidote to terror. As each and every person was cured of their fear of Vivian, her power shrank, and–according to the Wizard–the world was moved closer back to its natural balance.

For her, it meant dealing with the incessant giggles and sneering sniffs from people who wanted nothing more than to see her dead, and would settle for seeing her suffer as best they could inflict.

Some made her do work in their yard or on their porch, so her humiliation would be on display. Chores that had her on her hands and knees, in cramped spaces, or that were otherwise particularly difficult, tedious, and uncomfortable were chosen at almost every stop.

A few had labor ready to go–it seemed that rumors had spread since yesterday, and knowing that free labor and entertainment would be coming to their door, the villagers had prepared tasks. Few villagers were left who simply asked that she move on and leave them in peace, they all knew the chore Witch had come to town.

Adding insult to it all, a running joke peppered her morning work:

Vivian, clean the outhouse.

Vivian, muck out the stables.

Vivian, feed the pigs.

All followed by some variation on, “It’s not like you’ll even notice the smell.”

Before the sun was halfway to its highest point, she was almost as filthy outside of her diaper as in it, sweaty and exhausted, and she still had far, far too much work to do to even consider a break. She’d only made it through nine houses in three hours–slower than half the speed she’d gone yesterday, now that the villagers were waiting for her. At this pace, she wouldn’t just be going another day without a change, she’d need two days or even three.

She knocked on yet another door. A young man answered, smirking. Nobody was even respecting Vivian with an expression of quivering fear upon recognition, now. They knew she was coming, they knew what she was wearing, and they knew she was helpless as a kitten while the Wizard stood by.

“The diaper witch,” the young man said, wearing a malicious grin. “Great–my chimney needs scraped and swept, and you’re just in time.”

“I’m too big to fit in a chimney,” Vivian said.

“Oh, nonsense,” he replied, shaking his head. “It’s an old style–narrow at the bottom, but it gets wider as it goes up, so the smoke goes the right direction. Go in from the top, you’ll be fine.”

The task he described sounded filthy and claustrophobic, but she already had mud and grime caking her dress, her hair, every bit of exposed skin. “From the top?”

“I’ll even help,” he said, genially. “Safety rope around the waist, so I can pull you up when you’re done.”

Vivian looked back at the Wizard, who stood a few paces back, letting her apologize on her own terms. She gave him a pleading look, hoping he’d say that the request was unreasonable, but his expression remained placid.

(Ugh, this is going to take all morning,) she thought. Aloud, she responded, “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

“I’ve got the ladder out back already,” he said, smirking triumphantly.

She followed him around that way, to where a rickety, narrow ladder led up to the top of his home. It was one of the nicer houses in town–stone walls, a brick chimney, a shingled roof–and given how the fineness of his home contrasted with the precariously cheap ladder he had, she almost wondered if he’d asked his poorest neighbor to borrow their ladder just to spite her.

“I’ll go up first,” he said, scaling up quickly, taking the top of the ladder and holding it with both hands. “Okay, I’ve got it steady. Come on up!”

She knew the trick, and saw it coming a mile away, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. He had all the power here. Shooting a desperate glance at the Wizard, she received nothing from him except a placid nod.

Groaning, she put a step on the ladder, and then went up one more rung, her diaper swaying heavily off her bottom, and then she took another step–

“Woah!” she yelped, falling sideways off the ladder as it rocked to the side. She landed with an enormous squelch on her diaper, an impact that managed to hurt even through all the padding and muck she’d packed inside it.

“Sorry!” the young man called. “I lost my grip!”

“You did that on purpose!” She snapped. “You made me fall!”

“What, me?” He touched a hand to his chest, feigning offense. His smirk was so posed it could have been etched into a mask. “You clearly fell because your diaper is so heavy it threw off your balance, but now you’re blaming me because you’re too embarrassed to admit it? That’s rude.”

“I’m not–” Vivian fumed. “It wasn’t because of my diaper, it was because of you!”

“I’m insulted,” he said, tone dripping with condescension. “Apologize.”

“Sir!” Vivian snapped, turning to face the Wizard for support. “Seriously–”

“Ahem,” the Wizard said. “We’re around others.”

She’d forgotten how she was to address him when around strangers. Another rule designed to maximize her humiliation and rob her of dignity. Her tone took on a pleading aspect, and she dropped the volume, whining at him. “Daddy, please…”

The man on the roof burst out laughing. The Wizard only said, “The man asked that you apologize. You owe him, Vivian.”

She looked up at him, eyes burning. She wanted to hurt the man, to make him suffer for this, to show him what his obvious little games earned, but instead she mumbled, “I’m sorry I called you a liar.”

“And?” he said.

What he wanted was obvious. She pouted, trying to spot a way around it, but nothing came to her. “I was too embarrassed to admit that I fell because of how heavy my diapers are.”

“There we go,” he said. “I think I’ve got a better grip on the ladder now. Why don’t you come on up?”

Her eyes were wet from the rage and indignity. She was ready to run, to fight, to do anything, but she sucked it in. (Remember this rage. Remember it when your power has returned, and you come back to this village to see it burn. You spared their lives last time, so you could savor their terror–you won’t do it again.) She clambered up the ladder, careful to keep her diaper from swaying, lest the man take it as an opportunity to tip her over again.

Once up, he laid out her tools–a scraper, to remove caked on soot, a brush to get the finer dust, a scarf to wrap over her face and nose, and a rope to tow her up once the work was done.

The ‘safety rope’ as it were, was fashioned in a loop that went under her armpits. She saw the problem right away.

“I’ve got to trust you to pull me out?” she asked, peering down the chimney. It was wide enough for her to drop down to the bottom, but only barely.

He gave her a smug grin. “That’s right. You’ll be completely dependent on me.” Sniffing, he looked at the scarf and added, “It’s a shame that only filters out dust, not odors. You’ll barely have air to breathe down there.”

Grumbling, Vivian pulled the rope beneath her armpits, stepped over the side of the chimney, and lowered herself down.

Every part of the work was as excruciatingly difficult, exhausting, and grimy as she expected. By pressing her legs against the far side of the chimney, she could keep herself from dropping lower, but she lacked the strength to pull herself higher. It was a constant slide down, deeper, into grimier and grimier sections.

She scraped, an exhausting process that took painfully long to get the caked on char free, with barely enough room to move her arms. Once scraped, she brushed, then she moved on, further and further down, getting the three facings of the chimney she could reach and see with her back covering the last.

And, as she lowered, the space got tight enough that her enormous, bulging diaper pressed against the walls, pressing against her more tightly, smell floating up. There was no fresh air, only the stink of her diaper fumes concentrating in the air around her. The scarf, as she’d been warned, did nothing to help with the odor, and no amount of wrinkling her nose could help in that regard either.

She grunted, and worked, every part of her aching. She lost track of time, all she knew was the stupid, damned, awful chimney, and the squelch of her diaper, which seemed to grow heavier as it was pressed tighter and tighter by the walls, until her feet felt ground.

Vivian breathed a sigh of relief. She’d made it all the way. She couldn’t see the floor–glancing down, she only saw her own body, her dress and diaper pressed against the four walls of the chimney, but she was done. She’d finished it. Only a few bricks to go, and they went by in a breeze, and then she called up, “I’m finished! Pull me up!”

Nothing. Not even a tug on the rope.

She called again. “Hey, I’m done! You can let me up now!”

And then she saw a smug, smirking face look down at her. The man wrinkled his nose, making a show of waving his hand in front of his face. “Ah, yuck–I can’t imagine how bad it must smell down there.”

“I’m done,” Vivian repeated. “Let me up.”

“Hmmm…” the man smirked down at her, a massive cocksure grin plastered on his face. “I don’t know–are you sure you got every corner?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” she shot back. “Let me out!”

He scratched his chin. “Well not if you’re going to throw a fit–why should I help you?”

Rather than continue the charade, Vivian tried to see if she could pull herself up, climbing against the bricks, but with the weight and friction of her bulging diaper, she couldn’t make more than a step of headway up. Even totally free of obstruction, she might not have been strong enough.

“Please let me up,” she fumed, balling her hands into fists.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. “I don’t think you did a good enough job.”

Crusted in soot and sweaty from tip to toe, Vivian couldn’t help it. She screamed, roaring up the chimney with wordless, murderous fury. This was worse than the Wizard, at least he’d bested her with skill–the man leering above her was a worm, a pathetic little mewling rat, and he had the arrogance to mock her.

When her voice ran raw, he just smirked down at her. “Well–if you’re going to throw a fit, I’m going to go make myself some lunch. Maybe you’ll have calmed down a bit more when I get back, and you can try again.”

(I will rip the bones out of your body and boil them to stock, then drown you in the stock,) Vivian thought. (I will make you suffer for this until storytellers fear to even whisper your–Hey!)

“Hey!” she blurted, as he slid the flue cover over the top of the chimney, sealing her in darkness.

He’d trapped her there, in the chimney, horribly uncomfortable and more acutely humiliated than she’d ever felt. She couldn’t see, and she could barely hear, trapping her in a sensory deprivation chamber where the only input came when her diaper squelched between her legs, or when sweat dribbled down her body from the sheer hard labor she’d been forced into.

A minute passed, and the man didn’t return. Likely, he wouldn’t be coming back for hours, maybe longer, so she pleaded for help, hoping the Wizard had a listening spell ready. Mumbling, she asked, “S-sir? Can you hear me?”

His voice replied. Not through a psychic whisper, but from the other side of the chimney. “I’m here, Vivian. I won’t let him hurt you.”

Feeling a spark of hope at his promise of aid, she said, “I don’t know if I can climb out through the bottom. Can you go pull me up?”

“He hasn’t hurt you,” the Wizard clarified. “Just left you in a compromising situation. If he tries to take advantage, I’ll intervene, and if he leaves you without food or water for too long, I’ll do the same. For now, though, you’re safe, so it’s a good lesson in respect.”

“He doesn’t deserve my respect, he’s just lording borrowed power over me,” Vivian fumed. “He isn’t the one who took my power, he shouldn’t get to–”

“How is your demon?” The Wizard asked, cutting her off. “The one who gave you your power. Your borrowed power.”

“I didn’t borrow that power,” Vivian shot. “I bought it. I earned it!”

“And this man earned the power he holds over you as a payment for the damage you dealt to his home,” the Wizard replied. “Play word games all you want, it won’t change anything.”

(Was that a pun? I hate you, I hate you, I hate you–) “What do I have to do, sir?” she asked.

“He’s standing right next to me, so we’re in company,” the Wizard chided. “I won’t punish you, because you didn’t know, but address me properly.”

Cheeks burning hot in the darkness, Vivian mumbled, “What do I have to do…d-Daddy?”

The man’s laughter rang through the bricks. He loved her degradation. This wasn’t even about revenge for him–he just enjoyed having her in humiliating situations. The Wizard whispered something Vivian couldn’t make out, and then the man said loudly, “Hmmm. Ask me nicely with baby words,” he said. “Really grovel, and I’ll come let you out.”

“Daddy?” she asked. One last plea for a chance at freedom. The Wizard offered no aid, so she mumbled, furious, “P-pwease wem me oud…”

“Not good enough,” the man sneered from the other side of the chimney. “Why do you want out?”

(Oh gods. He’s going to make me say it.) “Be-tuss is dark an’ scawy, and–” (I look forward to my revenge over this.) “And my diapee is weally, weally squishy…”

“I suppose that’s good enough,” he said. “Just stay put–oh, but then again, you’re not going anywhere, are you?”

She buried a hot retort. He’d likely make her say worse things if she got mad. So, she waited for him to get back on the roof, pull the flue cover back, and tug her up on the rope. His snide comments as he pulled bounced off her, she was too mad to even listen.

“There,” he said, looking down the chimney. “I suppose that’ll do. Thank me.”

Setting her jaw, she removed the soot scarf. “Thank you. What’s your name, sir?”

He laughed, and shook his head. “I’m not telling you that, witch. And I’m only lodging in this house for the summer, lest you think you can just come back here–even if you get your powers back, I’ll be long gone.”

She eyed him, trying not to visibly pout. (As if that’ll stop me.) Then she realized, (Wait, you weren’t even here when I terrorized the village!)

“Vivian!” The Wizard called down. “You’ve got much work left to do!”

Sulking, she clambered down the ladder. “If anyone else does that to me–” she started, under her breath.

“You’ll thank them for teaching a valuable lesson,” the Wizard replied, leading her away from the home. “It’s not nice when someone uses their power to make you feel bad for fun, is it?”

“Hmph,” she grumbled, diaper squelching as she waddled behind him. “Where are we going?”

“Town square,” the Wizard explained. “There are some cobblestones that need replaced.”

“It’s almost high noon,” Vivian objected. “Practically the whole town will be out and about.”

“And?” the Wizard asked, as though her objection weren’t obvious.

(And you’re going to have me on my hands and knees, diaper fully exposed, for them to mock,) she thought.

“Speak your mind,” the Wizard said.

“You’re doing this to humiliate me,” she said. “Acutely. It’s malicious.”

“I am not,” he replied. “But I’ll say no more as to my motives.”

She wiped her face and sniffed, and was pretty sure she only accomplished getting more soot on her cheeks in the process. “So…how hard is replacing cobblestones?”

…

Replacing cobblestones was hard. Worse than cleaning the chimney, worse than mucking out stables, worse than any of the other awful manual labor she’d been forced to do. On her hands and knees on hard rocks, pulling up heavy, cracked stones and replacing them with heavy, uncracked stones, while villagers giggled at her sagging bottoms.

The Wizard sat off to the side, in the shade of an awning out in front of the town’s general tavern, sipping a chilled drink from a glass. Vivian, meanwhile, had to sweat into her diaper while the sun beat down.

(These paving stones would be good for bludgeoning your head in,) she thought. (I wonder if he can counterspell a rock?)

While she contemplated, wondering if a small chunk would be better for speed, or a nice, hefty one for maximum damage, she saw a familiar emotion ripple from the far side of the courtyard. Something she normally recognized as a response to her own presence:

Fear.

As a communal emotion, Fear followed a current not dissimilar to the path of lightning. It could ripple through a space, from person to person, looking for the shortest path to jump inside its next victim. Vivian breathed in, hoping to sample a little of the flavor, to get the deep sweet pleasure of terror even if she gained no power from it–but all she smelled was her own mucky backside.

Villagers backed away or whispered, not turning to flee but not confident either. The pre-terror uncertainty at the approach of a threat. Another rival sorcerer perhaps? Maybe if they distracted the Wizard, she could use that opportunity to bludgeon him. Or, maybe, a beast from the woods, come to maul the village, or…

A moment later, she saw the source of the fear, and felt disappointment. It was a pack of three grungy looking children carrying pointed sticks.

That wasn’t quite fair. They were men, with spears, and they wore polished breastplates, but to Vivian it was about the same. The fear was of a mundane, mediocre threat.

One of the men shouted at the restaurant. “Payment’s due, Crystal!”

Another of the thugs grabbed a man walking past, shaking his arm, barking an order in his face. Hand trembling, the man reached to the pouch on his belt and took out a copper coin. The armored man sneered, and instead snatched away the whole coin pouch.

At first, Vivian assumed thugs, thieves, brigands. But looking more closely, she spotted the badge on the leader’s armor, a shiny sigil symbolizing the power of office. He was a soldier.

Vivian looked at the Wizard, curious if he would intervene. The Wizard watched, quietly.

From inside the tavern, a woman walked out. “I don’t have your money, Cain,” she said. “I tried, but there’s only so much business in a week–”

“You don’t have enough to pay the lord’s taxes?” the lead soldier–Cain–asked, stepping towards her. “Oh dear, oh dear–perhaps we’ll just have to find some other way to get paid then, hmm?”

Vivian didn’t care for the wellbeing of this woman, or indeed of the town. If the guards were to cut down every single one of them and create a fountain of blood, she might even applaud, but she needn’t voice that thought and have the Wizard punish her further. Besides…

This posed an opportunity.

Dropping the paving stone she’d been in the process of laboring on, Vivian got to her feet, diaper drooping in the noonday sun.

“Hey,” one of the soldiers said, pointing over to her. “What’s this, then?”

The others looked, Cain’s focus taken away from Crystal. “Some bitch that never learned to use the toilet?”

“That’s–by gods, that’s the witch!” the third soldier shouted. “The terror of the plains!”

Cain’s eyes widened, and he glanced at the tavern keep. “What’s going on here?”

“The witch’s been pacified,” Crystal stammered. “A Wizard–took her power, he’s humiliating her as punishment.”

“Hah,” Cain said. “Used to strike terror in the hearts of men, now she’s filling her britches?”

“I’ve got something she can fill up,” one of the other soldiers snickered. The other shot him a glance, and the first paused, confused.

Vivian just glanced at her Wizard, looking for approval. He gave her the tiniest nod.

Wheeling back towards the soldiers, Vivian took a squishy, mushy, humiliating step forward. Time to make her play.

“Cain,” she said, pointing a finger at him. “That’s your name, isn’t it? Soldier for Lord Tyshon’s armies? Have they sent you all the way from Eastgate by the river to harass little towns for tax money?”

“Aye,” He snorted. “What of it, little witch?”

She took another step forward. Eight paces away now, and doing the best power stance she could take while weighed down by a hefty, swollen quadruple-layered diaper. “I’m going to threaten you with power, fool. Do you think the wizard who has briefly brought this down on me can bind me forever?”

“I think anyone who’s got you dressed in baby britches can bind you till I’m old and grey,” he replied. “And besides–what’ve you got against me?”

Another waddling, squelching step. “These people are mine to strike fear in, not yours,” she said. “And even should my magic stay bound, I’ve got other ways to make you suffer.”

“By making me change your diapees?” he leered. His cronies were chuckling now, wearing stupid grins.

“By use of my allies,” Vivian shot, waddling forward once more. “I’ve got allies of kings and demons. Powers you could not even describe. The ability to make you scream in pain without ever lifting a finger of my own.”

“While you can’t…even…” Cain started, but he lost his words.

“One word from me, one letter sent, and you’ll be stripped of your post and flayed in the streets,” she said, waddling forward once more. Only four paces now.

“You think you’ve still got sway?” he asked. “You’re…uh, the only thing swaying is your diaper!”

His quips were suffering. Perhaps she’d properly intimidated him. She took another step. “Maybe not, but ravens and postmen can travel quick, quicker than rumors. Before word of my defeat is carried, your execution can already be scheduled.”

He hesitated, but needed to save face in front of his men, and so braced himself. “I’m not afraid of your words, witch. Could you do that, you’d have done something to free yourself already.”

“Maybe,” Vivian said. Another step. So close he was wrinkling his nose now. Almost close enough. “Maybe not.”

“So?” he asked.

Another step. “So,” she said.

And then the final step, and she grabbed the collar of his breastplate, pulling him close enough that she could whisper. Voice so quiet it was barely a breath, she said, “Please, please help me. I’ll pay you. I’ll give you enough gold to buy a castle, I’ll suck your cock, just deliver a message for me.”

She pulled back, enough to see his eyes, and saw shock, as well as interest. Good. She could finish her please.

“There’s a soothsayer in Eastgate named Moon. Find them, tell them to contact Imperionus and deliver this message: My message is, ‘I’ve been bound. Come free me, for my power is yours.’ Do you understand?” Her face was so close to his ear, she felt his nod more than she saw it. “I’ll pay you once my powers are returned–it shouldn’t be long. Pretend to be afraid, so that the Wizard doesn’t know what I’ve told you.”

Cain staggered back, eyes going wide. “Gods–my gods, she’s insane!” he said. “Run–Run!”

(Okay there, no need to over-egg the pudding,) Vivian thought, rolling her eyes at the overacting. Still, it worked; the other soldiers bought it and turned, spinning, following Cain out of the city as he sprinted away in ‘terror’.

The courtyard fell silent, and then a pair of hands came together in a clap. And another.

And then applause.

Vivian’s heart swelled, just for a moment. She’d–she’d saved the town, even if it had been only as a byproduct of her real goal. The soldiers had fled. For all the villagers knew, she’d protected them.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and flinched, but it was the Wizard. “Impressive work,” he declared. “All done without an inkling of magic, too–do you understand?”

Vivian glanced back at him, and then got it. This had been his plan, to see how she’d interact with the guards. “I…I think I do,” she said, speaking what he wanted to hear to the best of her ability. “They were bullies. Bad, bad men. No good jerks.”

“You want a diaper change, don’t you?” he chuckled. “As a reward for learning your lesson?”

He’d caught her insincerity, but misplaced it, so she leaned in and let her eyes widen into a plea. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

The Wizard smiled. “Alright, then, I think that can be arranged–you’ve done enough for this town, and learned much in two days. Once you’re in a clean diaper, I think it’s time we go home. After that, it’s time for us to start your next lesson.”

Vivian smiled, more to herself than to him.

He’d bought it, and her message had gone out. Her power would be back, and she’d have this Wizard in the palm of her hand before he knew what’d cursed him.

 

 

 

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[YourDiapersCute]

I'm happy to see this story get more love and attention. This new addition was wonderful. Thank you for continuing and I hope we get to read more.

[PeculiarChangeling]

On 2/2/2023 at 9:08 AM, YourDiapersCute said:

I'm happy to see this story get more love and attention. This new addition was wonderful. Thank you for continuing and I hope we get to read more.

Thank you for the comment! I'm really looking forward to more of this story too. :) 

[LorenzoA93]

Very good story and very well built that world. I wonder if Vivian will continue to fight or will she accept her new situation?