mellow-september: “Ew! That’s disgusting!” Madison said loudly, looking over at a
mellow-september: “Ew! That’s disgusting!” Madison said loudly, looking over at a mother changing her baby’s nappy on the grass, not far from where she was sitting in the park. “Shhh!” her boyfriend whispered, watching the mother scowl. She’d obviously heard. “Keep your voice down!” “Don’t shush me!” she snapped angrily. “I’m not a child! And I don’t care if she hears me! She shouldn’t be changing her baby’s disgusting nappy in front of everyone. It’s so gross!” “Well what’s she supposed to do?” her boyfriend asked. “Just leave her baby in a…” he broke off, and Madison looked up to see the mother walking angrily towards them, carrying her freshly changed baby in her arms. “Don’t you have any manners, you silly little girl?” she asked imperiously, glaring down at Madison. Madison spluttered indignantly and looked over at her boyfriend for support. But then she noticed that something was wrong. He was sitting completely still, as if he’d been frozen in place mid-sentence. Glancing around the park, she saw that everybody else had similarly fixed expressions. Everybody but her and the mother. Madison felt a chill run down her spine. What was going on here? “Who’s he?” the woman asked, pointing to Madison’s frozen boyfriend. “My b-boyfriend,” Madison stammered, terrified. “Boyfriend!” the woman laughed, as if the very idea was ridiculous. “You’re far too immature for a boyfriend, sweetie! He seems like a nice young man though… Are you sure he’s not your Daddy? You’re going to need someone to look after you once I’m finished, after all.” Madison felt her blood run cold. “W-what do you mean?” she asked. “I’m a witch, you little brat. Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you into a frog or anything like that. But I am going to make a few… alterations.” The woman snapped her fingers. Madison instantly felt her jeans vanish and her knickers thicken between her legs, turning white and crinkly, and expanding until she was wearing nothing but an enormous disposable nappy around her waist. “There. Now you’re dressed a little more appropriately.” Madison shrieked. “What did you do with my clothes?! Change me back!” “We’re not done yet, silly. You’re only dressed like a big baby. You need to act the part too.” With an evil smile, the witch snapped her fingers once more. Instantly, everyone in the park started moving and talking again. Madison saw that her boyfriend’s frozen expression was gone, but in its place was something that she found, if anything, even more frightening. He was gazing lovingly into her eyes, completely unperturbed by the ridiculous nappy taped to her bottom. “Hi, Maddy,” he cooed, as if addressing an infant, and Madison blushed at the use of the childish version of her name. “Are you having fun playing at the park?” Madison tried to speak, but all she could do was giggle and clap her hands excitedly like a toddler. She got to her feet in a low squat and peeked at her boyfriend and the witch between her legs, chortling happily even as she felt panic set in. She couldn’t control her body at all! Then, without warning, Madison suddenly felt a large mess push its way out of her bottom and drop heavily into the back of her nappy, followed by a strong stream of pee. Despite the shame and revulsion that coursed through her as she helplessly dirtied her pants like an infant, she heard herself laughing delightedly. “You stinky girl!” her boyfriend chuckled, watching the seat of his girlfriend’s nappy sag between her thighs. “Did you just make a boom-boom for Daddy?” Madison could see the sadistic smile on the witch’s face. She wanted to scream and punch and claw at her. Instead she stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry. “Still such a rude little girl!” said the witch with a nasty laugh. “But at least now your rudeness is just adorable.” “Poo-poo Daddy!” Madison screeched at her boyfriend, cringing on the inside and wishing she could vanish when she saw the faces of the other park-goers turn in her direction. Most were wearing sad and sympathetic expressions, like they thought she must have special needs, but some were barely concealing their laughter. “Clever girl!” the witch said in a sickly sweet voice that made Madison burn with hatred and humiliation. “You did do a poo-poo! Right in your pants!” “Come here, little angel,” Madison’s boyfriend crooned, taking her hand like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “Daddy needs to change your nappy.” Though she screamed and protested inside her head, on the outside Madison merely gurgled happily at her boyfriend-turned-caregiver, helpless to stop herself being laid down on the ground for a public nappy change. As her legs were lifted into the air, exposing her messy bottom to the whole park, and the witch walked away with a satisfied smirk on her face, Madison knew that it would only be the first of many. -- source link