mellow-september: Chloe had never believed in magic, but the chunky nappy that had suddenly appeared
mellow-september: Chloe had never believed in magic, but the chunky nappy that had suddenly appeared around her waist made it hard to deny. And so did the witch. The wife of the man Chloe had slept with. The woman who had marched into her apartment with a sadistic smile and snapped her fingers. “Good luck trying to steal another woman’s husband now,” she tittered, staring at Chloe’s padded bottom with a self-satisfied smirk. Chloe was too shocked to speak, but she felt a hot blush spreading across her face as she looked down at the oversized Pampers hugging her bottom. “What’s the matter?” the witch taunted. “I think they go well with your pigtails. You like the little-girl look, don’t you? Isn’t that how you seduced my husband?” “This can’t… Why are you…?” Chloe spluttered, feeling the beginnings of panic setting in. “Why am I putting you back in nappies? Because I don’t want you to forget what a stupid little girl you are, not even for a second. What better way to accomplish that than by taking away your potty training? Better get used to your new underwear sweetie, because you’re going to be waddling around in crinkly, bulky, babyish nappies for the rest of your life.” Chloe felt sick. “Please, I’m sorry! I didn’t…” she began, but a loud fart suddenly cut her off. Chloe’s face went red, and the witch let out a tinkling laugh. “Does the baby need to make a stinky?” A second later, Chloe felt her body bend over as an enormous mess started filling the back of her nappy, completely beyond her control. She clutched the kitchen counter for support, her face flushed and horrified. Then she felt a tingle in her crotch as she started to pee as well, a trickle that turned into a stream, drenching the thirsty padding between her legs. “Perfect,” the witch announced happily, smiling broadly at the way Chloe’s messy nappy sagged between her legs. “Ewww!” Chloe whined, sliding a hand over her nappy and feeling the weight in the back. She fought the urge to gag. “Ew! Ew! Ew!” Looking disgusted, she started fumbling at her nappy to try and rip the filthy thing off her bottom, but whenever her fingers came into contact with the tapes, they became limp and useless. “Why can’t I get it off?!” Chloe wailed, tears spilling down her cheeks as she pawed desperately at the sides of her nappy. The witch laughed. “You’re not very smart, are you? Babies can’t change their own nappies, cutie. They need to ask someone else to wipe their dirty bums for them.” “Who am I supposed to ask?!” Chloe shrieked, aghast. The witch just shrugged. “That’s not my problem. Maybe if you ask really nicely, your Mum and Dad will start wiping your ass again, like they did when you were a baby the first time. Or maybe you can call one of your friends and beg them to change you.” She walked over to the door, and turned to take one last smug look at woman she had condemned to a life of never-ending humiliation. “Please don’t leave me like this!” Chloe sobbed hysterically. “Please! I don’t want to wear nappies! I don’t want to poo my pants!” The witch ignored her. “Bye-bye, little one!” she cooed, waving cheerily. “Enjoy spending the rest of your life as an overgrown baby!” And then she was gone, leaving Chloe bawling in her apartment and wondering who on Earth she could find to change her stinky nappy. -- source link