Diaper Training an Evil Witch, Chapter 3

An hour passed, then two. Vivian groaned as she struggled to even budge a finger, but it was worthless. She distinctly remembered that he said his magic was absolute, and that there was nothing that she could do to fight him. Another hour passed, her bladder emptying itself in small amounts every few minutes. Her butt cheeks felt rather wet, almost as if her urine was pooling down there. Such an idea was disgusting, but there was little that she could do.

Finally, she was able to make her fingers move. She wiggled her toes, then her foot. Her back was horrendously sore and her bottom felt numb. A bit of drool slipped down from her lips past her pacifier, and try as she might, she was unable to spit it out. 

Vivian heard the door to the basement open, then shut, the man’s heavy footsteps coming ever closer. Her eyes locked on the bottom of the stairs as his feet finally came into view; she didn’t dare give him the pleasure of looking at him.

“My, my, you’re a little stinker,” the man said, pinching his nose. “Have you learned your lesson?” He pulled out her pacifier and set it aside, then snapped his fingers, moving her into a position where she lay flat on her back on the changing table.

“Change me out of this dreadful thing at once!” she demanded, glaring up at him with a look that could kill if she was able to use her magic. “I’ll have you know that I am-- mmph!” The pacifier wiggled back into her mouth of its own accord, acting under a spell.

“Hm… seems that the pacifier spell works quite well. It’ll push itself back into your mouth every time you have an outburst, and only I can pull it out. You know things would be so much easier on you if you simply gave in to your retraining, so why don’t you? There is no possible way for you to overcome me and go back to your old life. You’re like a turtle without its shell, slow and weak.” He spread her legs wide, using his magic to lift her hips up a few inches as he undid the tapes on her overly soggy diaper. “Pee-you! Good thing I came down to change you,” he said, pinching his nose as he pulled the diaper out from under her red bottom, snapping it away into nonexistence. A fresh diaper appeared in his hand, though he set it aside momentarily as he pulled out her pacifier. “Do you know the magic words, cutie pie?”

“If I say it, will you clean me up?” she asked through gritted teeth. 

“Of course! I won’t have you stay in a stinky diaper all day; I’d be a horrible Daddy if I did,” he said with a comforting smile, his tone holding no sign of malice.

Vivian’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked into his eyes. Gone was the look of disappointment from when she’d spit on him earlier, replaced by a look of care. Feeling a little suspicious of his intentions, she cleared her throat and asked, “Can you clean me up?”

The man’s smile faltered. “Can you clean me up, what?” he said in a sing-song tone.

Vivian snarled, but she quickly stopped when the pacifier rose into the air. She stared at it for a few moments, then relaxed. Closing her eyes, she sighed and asked, “Can you clean me up, Daddy?” spitting out the last word in distaste. 

“Of course, little one… All you had to do was ask!” Daddy said as he pulled out some baby wipes, quickly wiping her down until she was clean. After sprinkling some baby powder over her slit, he taped her up into another thick diaper then patted the front. “Already a little damp, huh? Good thing you asked me to change you when you did!”

“Y-Yeah…” she said, blushing softly. “You know, I still can’t move; your barrier made sure of that. How long do those effects last?”

“As long as I want them too. If you promise to be a good girl, I will let you move again so you can follow me upstairs for some lunch. I could force you to follow me, but it won’t be a pleasant experience. It’s already a little late for breakfast, too. Are you hungry?” he asked, pulling her into a sitting position.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Do you promise to be Daddy’s little angel?”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “Only if you promise to stop treating me like I’m a six year old girl.”

“Deal.” Daddy snapped his fingers, making her entire body start to tingle, though the sensation passed after a few moments. She rubbed her arms and stood up on unsteady legs, and as she started to lose her balance, she reached out for him out of instinct.

“Woah there, I got you,” Daddy said, looking down at her with concern. “It’ll be a few minutes before you can walk again. Would you like me to carry you upstairs?”

Even though it’d be horribly degrading, it would still inconvenience him… she thought as she threw on a fake smile. “Sure, I guess,” she said.

“But before we upstairs, I think we should get you dressed. You are wearing just a diaper, after all. Would you prefer a pretty pink dress or a comfy shirt with a skirt?”

“Um… I don’t care. You pick,” she said, wondering what he’d make her wear. He snapped his fingers again, a frilly and lacy pink dress appearing around her. “Ugh…”

“What? You said I could pick, and I think you look rather cute in it,” he said with a light-hearted laugh. He scooped her up in his strong arms and walked her upstairs and into the kitchen, placing her into an adult-sized high chair. Her kitchen had been completely redone into one that looked like a normal family’s kitchen.

“You’ve just thought of everything, haven’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms under her breasts as she looked around.

“Yeah, I did some remodeling while you sat in time-out down there. I didn’t really like how drab and uninviting your house was, so I changed it to what I like.”

She noticed several bags of adult diapers of various patterns stacked against the wall. “Those for me?” she asked, nodding at the diapers.

“Hm?” Daddy glanced over his shoulder, pausing in the middle of cutting up an apple. “Oh, yes. I can’t have you dribbling all over the house, after all.”

“I suppose that’s fair.”

“Mhm…” Daddy resumed cutting, then paused again a few moments later. “Ah, I almost forgot! I got you something if you were a good girl after time-out; let me go fetch it for you!” he said, setting down his knife.

Vivian watched him walk around the corner, then as she heard him walk upstairs, she sprung into action, pushing up the tray in front of her. The high chair crashed to the floor, causing such a commotion that she had no doubt that Daddy had heard it. She ran as fast as she could to the front door, but found it locked tight. Her fingers struggled to turn the deadbolt, but they always slipped off before she could even get a good grip on it. Her desperation grew as she heard Daddy’s footsteps behind her, coming closer and closer until he stood right behind her.

“Tsk, tsk… I am so disappointed in you.” He placed a firm yet gentle hand on her shoulder. “I thought I could trust you to sit in your chair like a good girl, but it looks like you need some very intensive training…”