Anna shuffled around the piles of books lining the walls and shelves. “Introduction to Wicca,” “Witchcraft”, “Malleus Maleficarum,”- all themed to match the odd little shop, full of incense and stones, skulls and bones. A lot of nonsense, as far as Anna was concerned.

“Can I help you find something,” the clerk asked. She had long, ragged dark hair that blended into her black clothes, and wore dozens of metal pendants.

Anna looked at her. “Yes, its said online you sold journals here?”

The woman smiled. “Yes, of a type. Here, let me show you.”

She bent over and opened up a drawer. Inside were leather bound books with brightly coloured titles. “Travel,” “New Worlds”, “Karma,” “Spirit.” Anna tried not to roll her eyes at the hipster names the journals always had. She had picked up the hobby of writing daily a few months ago, and had since gone through a few such books, though they were ususally from more normal book stores.

“Thanks, I’ll take er… Karma,” she said.

The woman smiled again. “Good choice. But be warned, with great power, comes great responsibility. Karma strikes both ways.”

“Thanks uncle Ben. Now how do I pay?”

Anna was outside the store a moment later.

“Hey there sweetheart,” a deep voice said.

Anna stopped and turned around to see a blond haired and a medium build. She shuddered. “Ugg, I told you to leave me alone Ryan.”

“Awww sweetie why so upset? I’m just wanna be friends with my little girl.” He put a hand on her shoulder.

She knocked it off. “No, your a pervert. Leave me alone or I’ll call the cops?”

“And what? I’ll deny it. 'Sides, you sure loved it when we were dating.”

“We went on two dates then I found out you were already sleeping with someone.” That had been one of the worst episodes of her life. He seemed so friendly when they first met, then got worse once they were out. At the second date another woman came in screaming wanting to know why she was out with her boyfriend.

“You still loved it.” He grabbed her by the waist and leaned in close. “Awww, whats wrong? Need a kiss?” He began to make kissy faces at her.

“LET ME GO!” she screamed, and slapped him.

He laughed. “Fiesty. Alright, I can see its your time of the month. I’ll come back next week.”


He winked, and as he passed by her, he reached around her and spanked her hard.

“Hey! How dare you… What are you…” He only laughed as she screamed after him.

Anna stopped her foot. The horrible, awful man! She had just gotten over him too.

She breathed heavily to calm herself. This is why she started writing in the first place. She got out the journal and began writing.

“Today, Ryan grabbed me. I wish someone would do the same to him. I want someone bigger to him to come up and call him a little girl. Grab him, call him demeaning names, kiss him and spank him and make him feel as awful as he makes others feel.”

She felt better having just written it. She began to walk back down the sidewalk toward her home. It was a cool day, but the sun was out, and she was enjoying the weather while it lasted.

She heard a yelp coming from across the street. She looked across it to see Ryan, with his eyes wide open, staring at a man a head taller then him.

“Whats the matter sweetheart? I just want to be friends with my little girl,” the man said in a gruff voice.

“What? I’m, not… LET ME GO! Hey!”

The giant man picked Ryan up and kissed him on the cheek. “Wow, feisty,” he said. “Must be your time of the month. I’ll come back next week.” He spanked Ryan hard enough to make him shout, then walked away, leaving a stunned Ryan staring after him.

Anna couldn’t believe her eyes. Had she made that happen? It couldn’t be.

But… could that just be a coincidence? She had never seen a man that size before, and she had never seen Ryan mistaken for a girl. The entire scenario was weird… aside from Ryan, who would behave like that to a random stranger in public? They weren’t even at a bar or anything.

She had to test it. Ryan was walking quickly. She opened the book.

“Ryan will trip… now.”

As she wrote it, a rock appeared under Ryan’s foot, and he stumbled to the ground. He kicked the rock angrily, and began to get back up. How far could she push it?

“He will trip again, and his pants will tear and fall. Underneath he will have pink underwear. He won’t be able to hold his pants up.”

As he was getting up, he stumbled again. His pants opened and fell to his knees.

“God dammit!” he said. His anger turned to shock when he saw his underwear- pink, small, and lacy, they so clashed with what he normally wore that he seemed unable to beleive they were there. From the distance, Anna wasn’t certain if they were just briefs or actual female panties. “Where did these come from?” He said, and reached down to cover them.

“Ryan will step on a rake and it will fly up and hit him.”

A rake, seemingly out of no where, smacked into his face.

“He will turn around and there will be another one there, then another, and another,” she wrote, taking a line from the Simpsons.

She burst out laughing as Ryan repeatedly hit himself in the head and stumbled backwards. “This is impossible,” she said, looking at the book. However, she saw it in front of her. It had to be true.

She noticed another woman behind Ryan giggling, and Ryan turned to her red faced and tried to rush down the road, but stumbled with his pants around his legs and fell to the ground. That gave Anna another idea.

“A crowd of people notice, including Ryan’s friends, and begin laughing and commenting on his underwear.”

Ryan attracted a crowd as he walked down the street, struggling to hold his pants up. “Ryan will fall, end up stuck with his butt in the air, and get spanked.”

She burst out laughing harder as she saw exactly that unfold. She looked down at the book.

“This is going to be fun,” she said to herself.

Anna was soon in her apartment alternating between pacing and dancing. She had found a magic book somehow. She was able to control… what, exactly? Almost anything, it seemed. What should she do? How did the magic work? It said Karma, so it made sense she could get revenge… wait, was that what karma was? Could she give herself things.

She thought for a moment. “I might as well try,” she told herself.

“I want a million dollars,” she wrote, and waited. She looked around, expecting to see money somewhere, but nothing happened. She had a thought. She sat at her computer, turned it on, and checked her bank account. Her eyes went wide.

There, in plain black and white, was the number “$1,000,000,” written exactly like that.

“I want another million.” Before her eyes, the number doubled. She screamed in delight. She stood up and fell to her bed, clutching the book to her chest and laughing.

How could this be real? Should she check back at the store? No, she thought. If they found out it was real, they might want it back. She studied the book. It was hers.

“I don’t want to have to go to work for the next month.”

Her phone buzzed. She picked it up. “Hello Anna. The product you created at work the other day paid of well, and we decided to give you the next month off. I know it seems an odd decision, but for some reason it feels right. -Albert Herald.”

She leaned back in her chair laughing. Her mind swarmed with thoughts of what she was going to do. A new house? A pool?

She looked at the title. “Karma.” What did that mean? Was it just a random title? The first thing made sense, Ryan had it coming, but the others?

She smiled to herself. The primary motivation must be to give people their comeuppance, she decided. But it wouldn’t hurt to give herself some things along the way. After all, how could she have enough time to do her new job unless she had money?

She opened the book and began to write. “Tomorrow, Ryan will…”

Ryan woke up the next day shaking. He had a rough night full of humiliating dreams. He had been repeatedly mistaken for a girl, left naked in public, grabbed and harassed… It was all from that odd incident on the sidewalk. What could it mean?

He got up, showered, and began to get ready for work. He dried off, looked in the mirror, and gasped.

Had his hair gotten longer? It was touching his shoulders! He had never grown it out that far before but there it was. Some kind of bizarre hair only growth spurt?

Confused, he shook his head, went to his closet and began to get dressed. He made sure he had normal underwear this time, along with his regular jeans and shirt. He packed a bag with the shirt he had to wear in the cafe he worked at, ate breakfast quickly, and left. As he exited the door he noticed something. He hadn’t shaved that morning, but his face was smoother then it ever had been.

Anna was standing across the street from his door. She saw him walking out, and confirmed to herself that everything had worked. Longer hair, clean shaven, and ready for a new game.

She began to write.

A woman was walking toward Ryan. She was one of a few people he had passed, but she definitely stood out. He had to do a double take when he saw her.

She was tall, well built, and with long blond hair. However, it wasn’t her appearance that caught Ryan’s attention, but her clothes.

She was dressed head to two in in one of the most eye catching outfits he had seen. Her dress was a vibrant pink, with frilled bands going over her shoulders and a skirt that flared out to the sides, ending half way down her thighs. A white shit was under her dress, but rather then just cover her up more, it drew more attention, with ruffled shoulder cuffs and a heard shaped hole over her chest. Below her skirt long white stockings that were tied at her knees with red bows and shinning, healed shoes. Finally, her hair was tied into pigtails with heart shaped bows.

Ryan tried to place the dress. Was she cosplaying as an anime character? Was this a lolita dress? Had she come from a comic con?

His thoughts were interrupted as she stopped close in front of him, noticed a coin on the ground, and bent to pick it up. Her skirt flared up, exposing ruffled lacy underwear. Ryan couldn’t control himself, he took his phone out and, while she was looking away, took a picture.

She stood up when the flash went off. Ryan cursed himself for forgetting.

"What was that? she said.

Ryan decided to keep going, hoping confidence would win. “Just admiring your underwear, sweetheart. Almost pretty enough to touch.”

“Excuse me?” she said.

“Well you were bending over and your pretty ass was out, so i figured I’d snap a picture. Such a cute little girl like you needs to be remembered.” He reached out to hold her shoulder, and she knocked his hand away.

“I’m taller then you, shrimp. Don’t test me,” she said.

“Ok ok, don’t get feisty. I’m sorry sweetheart.” He began walking passed her.

She rolled her eyes and continued on. Ryan kept watching as she passed, and saw her skirt bouncing, exposing more of her thighs with each step, stopping just short of her underwear. Almost instinctively, he reached over and pinched her beneath her skirt, then started walking as quickly as he cloud.

He stopped walking as he was pulled backward. With speed that shocked Ryan, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him back. “That does it!” she shouted. “I am dressed for a display of the costumes at the store I design at. Its my JOB, not permission to grab me.” She began twisting his wrist backward until he shouted.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he screamed, tears forming.

“Oh no you are not, not yet. Lets she how you like it,” she turned his wrist again, this time leaving him bent over a wooden bench with his hand behind his back. She reached foward and undid his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“First I’m going to show you how it feels to have your underwear exposed and grabbed in public. Then I am going to do what someone should have done to you years ago.”

She pulled down his pants. Ryan saw a flash and noticed as crowd of people taking pictures of his underwear.

“Nice panties bro!” someone shouted, and Ryan looked back to once again see his underwear replaced, this time with silken white panties decorated with little red hearts.

“How!? Those aren’t mine!” he said.

“Yeah right,” said the woman who had grabbed him. “Almost pretty enough to touch, eh?” She reached down and pinched both cheeks until he yelped.

“Now, to make sure you’ve learned you’re lesson…” She reached her hand up into the hair, palm down.

Ryan’s eyes went wide. She was about to deliver a spanking, and not a light one. Here? Now? How could this be happening to him? He struggled but couldn’t break her grasp. “No, please don’t,” he begged.

“Don’t what?” she asked, savouring the moment.

“Don’t spank me,” he replied.

“Awww does the the little boy not want spankings? Too bad,” she brought her hand down with immense force on Ryan’s exposed underwear, and he shouted. She began spanking him again and again as the crowd watching grew and laughed. The loud smacks echoed down the street, and Ryan noticed more and more people coming to see.

Why would no one step in? Ryan thought. It felt so wrong.

Soon tears were forming in his eyes, and he began to sob from both the humiliation and pain. She kept spanking him as he shouted.

“Please, enough, I’m sorry,” he said.

She stopped. Ryan thought he was free, then he groaned as he felt her take his belt out of its loops.

“No, not that.”

“Yes, that.” She lifted the belt up and hit him hard. He screamed and would have fallen if she didn’t put her knee under him to hold him up. She began to talk as she spanked, punctuating each word with a loud, hard whack. “WHAT. PEOPLE. WEAR. ISN"T. PERMISSION. TO. GRAB. THEM. YOU. WILL. NOT. DO. THAT. AGAIN. UNDERSTOOD?”

“Yes!” he shouted.

“Now what do you say?”

“I’m sorry,” he whined.

“Good,” she helped him stand up. She pointed down the street in the direction he had been heading. “Now, you are going to keep walking that direction with your pants around your knees so everyone can see what happens to naughty little boys in panties who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” She handed him his belt. “You may put this on when you are passed the corner and out of my sight. If you don’t listen, you’ll get another round. Understood?”

“But… but…”

She spanked him hard again. “UNDERSTOOD?”

“OW! Yes!”

“Then go!”

Ryan began to waddle, pants around his knees keeping him from running. He sobbed and tried to ignore the jeers and cat calls from the people who he passed. He felt more then one reach out and grab him as he want.

Finally he rounded the corner, pulled his pants up, and started running as he pulled his belt on. He ran as fast as he could, trying to stop crying, until he was sure he was passed anyone who had seen, then kept running.

He stumbled. Got up, and started running again. He wobbled. He felt as if he was walking on a rope.

He looked down, and he shouted in shock.

The reason he was having trouble running was easy to see. Why it had happened was impossible for him to figure out.

He was wearing a dress. Not just any dress, but the one the girl had been wearing. Same skirt, same socks, even had his now bizarrely long hair tied in the same pigtails. He had stumbled due to the heels now on his feet.

There was a store beside him with a display window, and he looked at his reflection in it. With his outfit, his hair, and apparently a bra under the dress, he might have mistaken himself for a girl. It even seemed like his legs had been shaven, and he was wearing make up.

He yelped. Someone had just grabbed him under his skirt. “Nice underwear, sweetie.”

He whined. “How is this happening?” he asked.

Anna broke out laughing at Ryan’s appearance. She couldn’t have designed a better outfit if she tried. It really looked more like a costume then actual clothes. He could pass as someone cosplaying an anime character.

Ryan walked along the side walk, head down, and stumbling slightly in his heels. His face was blushing as red as the bows in his hair- and, Anna thought to herself, as red as his recently spanked bottom in its pretty panties.

Anna wasn’t quite down yet. She began writing and watching.

Ryan attracted a crowed for the second time in two days. This time, however, instead of it just being people pointing and laughing- and there was plenty of that- she mixed in a crowd of men who suddenly decided Ryan was the prettiest girl they had ever seen.

“I love your dress! Its so pretty” the giant man said as he reached out.

“Let me go!” Ryan squealed, then yelped and covered his mouth, frighted by how high his voice had suddenly gotten.

“Aww sweetie, why? I’m sure a cute girl like you could use a hug.”

Ryan began to run, but the heels made him stumble and he fell… right over the lap of another man sitting at a bus stop. He felt his skirts fly up, and reached down to cover his panties as people cheered and laughed behind him. He felt hands grab his now exposed cheeks, and someone commented that ‘she’ must have gotten a spanking.

“Hellos sweetheart,” the man whose lap he was now over said. “What pretty undies! Thanks for showing them to me! You want to hang out later?” He patted Ryans bottom.

“No!” Ryan said. He pushed himself up, straitened, and tried to turn over until he was sitting. He paused a moment, and realized he had just sat down in the stranger’s lap.

“Aww honey,” the man said, and wrapped an arm around Ryan.

“No!” he said, and began to push up. He finally made it, and began running.

He did his best to ignore the crowds as he did. Most seemed to think he was a girl with a flamboyant sense of style, which he guessed was for the best. He could do without the catcalling, however.

He made it to the cafe. He breathed, straitened his skirt, and looked at his watch. His eyes went wide. 10:30 it read, he was two and a half hours late. “How…” he said.

THe door opened. It was Mr. McLaughlin, his boss. He sighed.

“Ryan, what are you doing?”

“I uhh…” Ryan hadn’t stopped to think of an explanation, and was surprised that Mr. McLaughlin recognized him.

“Look, what you do in your private time is your own business, I don’t mind, no matter how… strange. However, you have been late far too many times, and I can’t have you working like that.”

“What?! But!”

“No butts. Did you even bring your work clothes?”

Ryan gulped. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do? Anyway I can make up for it?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He put a hand on his chin and thought. Suddenly he smiled. “Give me a second.”

He went back into the store and returned a minute later he returned followed by two people. One was carrying a tray of samples, the other a stand.


“We are going to start a new program. People your age like this sort of thing, right? Cosplay, anime characters, cute outfits.”

“I mean, some do…” Ryan tried to think if he actually knew someone who talked about it.

He handed Ryan a teddy bear. “You are going to be our new mascot to appeal to a new group! You are going to stand here in your cute outfits… and I’m sure we’ll find more… flirt with anyone going by and offer free samples of our newest teas.”

“What!? I can’t do that! You want me here in public dressed like this?!”

“Yes. Cute cross dressed boys are thing online for some reason. You are going to be ours. Think of it- “The Sissy Cafe!” Its new branding we’ve been considering, and you will be our first server! With any luck, people might think your a girl, or won’t care. Now, be sure to smile!” He waved his arms around as the two people who came with him set up the stand. It was a small stage with a banner reading “sissy service.”

He went in, then stopped. “Oh, another thing. People will flirt with you, some might want kisses or get handsy… are you alright with that?”

Ryan was far from alright with it. However, he felt he didn’t have a choice, and inwardly he felt compelled to say yes. There weren’t many other jobs he could do inside the cafe, dressed as he was, and he couldn’t afford not to get paid. “I… I guess so…”

“Good. It will be part of our marketing. Be sure to offer kisses!”

He went back in, leaving a dumbfounded Ryan outside. He wanted to run, or to hide. However, with the wide windows and cameras, he knew his mangers would see if he wasn’t doing his job.

He had begun to attract a crowd again. He always seemed to do that now. He turned to face them. “Uh… do you want some tea… or a kiss?”

Anna savored every moment of the discussion. Ryan had bragged before about taking from the till, and now was being punished at his job. That was DEFINITELY karma.

But she wasn’t done yet. Ryan had always said she was a LITTLE girl, not just a girl. She’d show him how ‘little’ he could feel. The teddy bear was just a beginning, she had her own ideas of what he might look good in.

She began to write. “As he’s heading home, Ryan will get lost, and feel his bladder beginning to ache…”

(This story currently only contains sissy and spanking kinks, but will later focus on ABDL, with a heavy focus on messy diapers. I just wanted to let you know so that it didn’t seem it was on this site by mistake, and in case people don’t like use of messy diapers as embarrassment in stories.)

I really like this so far, thank you.

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Ryan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“Smile for the camera!”

He forced a smile as the arms around his waist sank lower and lower, finally cupping his bottom through his skirt.

“Thanks! Can we get a kiss for one?” the tall man man standing to his right said.

“Yes! I want one too!” the other stranger to his left said.

“Ummm…” Ryan remembered what he had been told. “Sure! I’d, uhh… love to.”

“Just get it over with, just get it over with…” he told himself. He turned and kissed one on his cheek, then let him do the same. That done, he turned to the other and reached towards his cheek. At the last second the man turned to face him and kissed him on the lips as the camera clicked.

“Mmmphh!” Ryan moaned as the man held him close, forcing him to bend over. He looked pleadingly at his boss, who only nodded and gave a thumbs up.

This couldn’t be legal, Ryan thought. Then again, he had agreed to it all.

“Oh, one more thing. Can we get a picture with your skirt up so we can see your pretty panties?”

Ryan gasped. He looked at his boss, who again smiled and nodded.

“I uhhh…” he looked back up at his boss again, who began waving his hand in a circular fashion, as if to say "on with it.’ “I guess so,” Ryan sighed.

He once again had to force a smile as his skirt was hoisted up and a picture was snapped. The two men then manhandled him until he was turning away and bent over slightly, and he heard another click.

Ryan tried not to scream. Now there would not only be pictures of him kissing men while wearing a skirt, but of his pantied butt circulating online. What would happen to his reputation? His only hope was that his make up would make him unrecognizable. What shocked him more then their actions was his willingness to go through with it. The entire time he told himself he should just say no, quite, even call for help, but he felt compelled to along with everything.

“Oh, can I ask you a favor?” the next man said.

“Sure thing, hon,” inwardly he groaned at the words he had to say.

“Well, its just your so cute and all, with your teddy bear and pigtails,” he continued.


The man held up an oversized pacifier. “I was wondering if you could suck on this and cuddle your teddy bear for a picture? Oh, and sit in my lap.”

Ryan stared with his mouth open. Why would anyone even THINK of that? Where did that thing come from?

Unfortunately, the man took his open mouth as an invitation to stick the pacifier in Ryan’s mouth. Before he knew it, he had lifted Ryan into the air, sat down on a bench, and settled Ryan into his lap.

“Awww,” the line said, as a terrified Ryan held on the the strange man.

Ryan squirmed, knowing he wouldn’t be allowed to get up until the man got the picture he wanted, but horrified and humiliated by the new position. The man pulled him in close, and Ryan wiggled to try to get comfortable, rubbing his bottom against the man’s lap. Ryan’s eyes went wide as he felt something underneath him, and he forced himself to be absolutely still and tried not to think about it as the picture was taken.

“Thanks! That’s all I wanted!” The man put Ryan down and ran off.

He looked at the line, then at the clock in the cafe. His shift was almost done. He waited out the last few kisses, pictures and fondles, then threw his hands up.

“Sorry guys! That’s it for today! Maybe another time!”

He ran inside the cafe as quickly as possible, leaving a line of disappointed men and piles of flowers, teddy bears, and some more unsavory gifts. The plan had been to attract attention, and it had worked. Ryan’s presence outside lead to a long line of fascinated men, along with some women, all wanting their time with the new sissy mascot.

“Nice outfit Ryan!”

“Cute dress girl!”

His coworkers jeered, but Mr. McLaughlin was smiling as he came in and picked up Ryan in a hug.

“You did amazing!” he said. “You have no idea how well you did. We are going to have you on more! I want you on day shifts constantly! I’m going to get a long line of outfits- you’ll be in skirts, dresses, onesies- don’t think I didn’t notice how adorable you looked with that pacifier, they loved it!- these things pay for themselves!” He took out a touch pad and began going through outfits that matched his description. Ryan stared in horror at the line of pink skirts and ribbons, Lolita and cosplay outfits, made almost cartoonishly girlish, then became even more horrified as the outfits became more childish, with skirts replaced with onesies and rompers.

“What, no please I…” Ryan was cut off by a thick wad of cash under his nose. “What?” he said.

“That is your share of the tips. People wanted to leave you money. We took most of it, but you can have some.”

Ryan grabbed the money. It was more then he’d make in a week in his regular job.

“Also, if you agree to this, we’ll forgive the money you stole from the register,” he winked.

“I uhhh… oh, I get it. Ok,” Ryan said. He dreaded having to wear any of those outfits, or even come back to the store dressed as he was, but he felt like he had no choice.

“Good,” he ruffled Ryan’s hair. “Another thing. I want you to go home in whatever you wore. Where was that pacifier?” Ryan held i out, and Mr. McLauglin put it in his mouth. “Cute, and good advertising. Take as many of the gifts as you can as well. We want out customers to feel appreciated.”

Soon Ryan was wandering home, arms full of flowers and teddy bears, mouth full of plastic from his pacifier. He stumbled. He still wasn’t used to walking with heels.

He stopped. He had been lost in his thoughts and trying to concentrate on walking in heels, and didn’t recognize the street signs around him.

“#%!" he said. He reached for his cell phone, then remembered it had been in the pocket of his other outfit. "#%!” he said louder.

“Hey! Don’t swear little one” a random passerby said, and spanked Ryan hard enough to make him yelp.

He glared after the man. These things seem to be happening a lot, he thought. He began to wander, realizing he was lost. For once, there didn’t seem to be anyone around harassing him who he could ask directions for.

He stopped and caught his throat. His bladder ACHED. He hadn’t even noticed it a minute ago, but now he could barely hold on. He tried to think of what he had drank that would make it come on this quickly, but couldn’t.

He looked around, and began to sweat. Still no one to ask directions. At this point he’d even sit in a guy’s lap again, as long as they were sitting in something that would take him home.

He put his hands on his crotch. Or to the nearest bathroom.

He heard cheering coming down a street. Cheering meant people, and perhaps someone he could ask.

Ignoring all instinct that told him to avoid crowds while cross dressed in what he thought had to be the most humiliating outfit he had ever worn, he ran towards it. A few more minutes and he’d have a lot more to worry about then just a dress.

He turned down an alleyway, then ran through an arch, and stopped.

He was somewhere he had never been before. It was an outdoor market, with shops built in two stories around a massive pedestrian square. Trees and tables were scattered through it where some people wear eating. In one corner was a stage with a banner, and a massive crowed stood around it cheering.

“Fetish, Kink and Cosplay Fashion Show!” the banner read. A girl in a short red overall skirt was on stage. She twirled around so that the skirt flew up and her panties were exposed, bringing cheers from the crowed. Another in a ruffled dress and long stockings stood behind her, waiting her turn. A tall, blond haired woman, herself in more normal pants and jeans, ran the show with a microphone, and a massive television screen broadcasted everything to the audience.

“Ohhh @#$@,” Ryan said. He felt he could already tell were this was going.

“HEY! What are you doing!? You are supposed to be up there!” a fat, bald man came behind Ryan and grabbed his wrist.

“Now, wait, what, I”

“No buts! You are late! The competition is almost over! Don’t you want to win?” He pulled Ryan along, and Ryan began to drop the gifts he had been given earlier. He scrambled to grab them with his arm, and ended up dropping his money.

“NO!” he shouted. He was left with arms full of dolls, stuffed animals and flowers, and no money.

“Yes, come on!”

“No, I really have to go to the bathroom!”

“You can do that later!”

“But… OW!” Ryan was cut off with a sharp spank. “Why do people keep spanking me!?” he pleaded to the air.

“Because you are clearly naughty and irresponsible,” the man said, dragging Ryan along. “You are here for the kink side? Do you have a master?”

“No I…”

“No more arguing! I’m guessing that pacifier is supposed to keep you quiet, isn’t it?” another spank.

Ryan grumbled, but couldn’t fight against the man’s strength. Soon he was on stage in front of a cheering crowd. Ryan looked out over hundreds of heads, rows and rows of people filming, drinking, or just watching, going back to the edge of the market. Some were in kink outfits- frilly dresses, collars and cat ears, bondage gear, and more, others just looked like casual people enjoying a show. All, however, were staring at Ryan.

“And whats your name little one?” the woman with the microphone asked.

Ryan looked at her, then at the crowed, and didn’t respond. A few people in the crowed, sensing his nervousness, awwwed and began to call out.

“Its ok little one! You can tell us!” someone said.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, we love you!” another said.

However, all the calls did was make Ryan more embarrassed, and he backed away, folding his arms, still full of the remaining toys and flowers in front of himself. This only made the audience coo louder, which in turn made Ryan feel worse.

“Is it you can’t talk with your pacifier? Is that it?” the woman asked.

Ryan swallowed and looked at her. He had forgotten that was in his mouth.

“Do you need a grown up to take it out so you can talk? Here,” she reached in and removed it. “Whats your name, you adorable little girl?”

“Ryan,” he said.

“Aww thats an interesting name. Why don’t you twirl around and let us see your pretty panties?” she said. The audience roared their approval.

Ryan shook his head vigorously, which caused laughter, and more cheers. He realized they thought he was playing into their game. “I’m serious, I… I… D…” Ryan stopped trying. He had never stuttered like that in his life, and the audience loved it.

“Let me help you. I know talking in front of people is hard sometimes,” the woman said.

She lifted his skirt, and Ryan squealed. Following her instructions, he turned around as the audience cheered.

“Wait a minute, that’s a guy!” someone shouted.

The entire audience burst out laughing.

“He’s a sissy! Look at him!”

More laughing. Ryan felt tears forming in his eyes, which only added to it.

“Awww is the poor sissy about to cry?” the woman said into the microphone, and more laughed.

“STOP! Yo… you’re b… being mean!” Ryan shouted. Shocked, he put his hand on his mouth. His voice, which now came out high and stuttered, only encouraged them. He wondered what was happening to his voice. Was it nervousness?

“Its ok, we love pretty little sissies here. I don’t think anyone would have been able to tell you were a guy. You’re so cute!” She pinched his cheeks.

“Wait!” Someone shouted. A man in a suit ran on stage. “That sissy submissive hasn’t paid the entrance fee!”

“Oh is that so?” the woman said.


“He left money on the ground which we assumed was meant to be, so we took it,” Ryan swore inwardly “but he never approached us first.”

“Well I’m sure he did it knowing the rules. Isn’t that right, everyone?” there was more laughing and cheering of approval.

“What?” Ryan asked. Ryan tried to pull away.

The woman covered the microphone, leaned into Ryan and whispered. “I have to tell you, I know you did this as part of your act, and people are loving it. We get a lot of kink submissives here and they really clean up. Just keep playing along, and don’t struggle too hard. If its too much, use the safety word.”

“Wha… whats a safety word?” Ryan said, but she didn’t hear.

She then spoke to the microphone. “Don’t be silly. Every sub entering knows that not following the rules means a twenty spanks.”

“What!? I…” Ryan was cut off as he was forcibly bent over and his skirt lifted up.

“OW!” he shouted. The woman had got a paddle, he had no idea where from, and spanked him.

Ryan struggled as hard as he could to break her grasp, but she wouldn’t budge. Worse still, she seemed to take it as part of his ‘act’, and only spanked him harder. The audience loved it, as each loud, microphoned spank brought more cheers and laughter.

SMACK SMACK SMACK! By the third spank Ryan felt tears coming, and by the fifth he was crying outright. He couldn’t believe it. He had felt worse pain before without crying, but now, at the end of this bizzare, horrible day, he broke down almost instantly.

“Aww the sissy’s crying!” Someone jeered. Another spank made him shout.

Ryan had never felt more humiliated. Nothing made sense. He’d have thought it was an odd dream if it weren’t for the mounting pain. Here he was, getting spanked on a stage, wearing a bizarre dress and sucking a pacifier as a crowed laughed louder and louder at him. Was he being punished? Was this some weird hell? He pushed himself up, screaming in pain, and was held down by the arm pushing lightly against his back. Soon the pain was too much and he gave up trying. Worse still, he felt his bladder reach its limit, and the knee now grinding into his groin made it all the worse.

“Now little one, that was twenty, but I think you need five more for struggling, don’t you?” the woman asked. Ryan shook his head, but the audience cheered yes.

“Lets all count, shall we?”

“ONE!” SMACK. Ryan was sobbing harder then he had in decades.

“TWO!” SMACK. His bladder was aching, and about to burst.

“THREE!” SMACK. The pain was now unbearable, worse then any he could remember having.

“FOUR!” SMACK. It seemed every time he thought he had reached the most humiliation he could ever feel, something proved him wrong.

“FIVE!” SMACK. And with the last spank, with almost perfect timing, Ryan felt his bladder burst.

“Noooo,” he sobbed.

The woman, realizing what was going on, stood the sobbing Ryan up. The laughter and cheers stopped as they realized what was happening, then reached a fever pitch.

Ryan put his hands down to his groin to stop it but couldn’t. He tried to stem the flow but it kept coming, and he realized he was making matters worse by doing a childish potty dance on the stage. Defeated, he merely stood still in his own puddle as he finished. At the last moment he thought he could have just ran off stage, but it was too late.

“Well well well,” the woman said. “It seems a certain little SOMEONE has been extra naughty. Did you have another secret to tell us?”

Ryan looked at her and shook her head.

She lifted his skirt, revealing soaked panties. “I don’t think you were supposed to be wearing these panties, were you?”

“What?” Ryan said.

She tisked. “I should have known from the pacifier, we have a misbehaved subby here. A little ABDL sissy pretending to be something she is not.”

“What does ABDL mean?!” Ryan whimpered.

“As if you don’t know,” she turned to the side of the stage. “Bill, get this baby her diaper. She’s been lying about her potty training.”

“What!? NO!” Ryan tried to pull away, but was held in place by the woman. The audience cheered again and laughed at his panic.

“Brilliant by the way,” the woman whispered to him. “But next time tell me if you are going to do that? I got some on my knee.”

“I…” Ryan was at a loss for words as a man came running on stage, carrying a giant diaper and a bottle of powder. Ryan felt himself lifted onto the air and lay down on a table. He was held down by the wrists and feet as the woman lifted his soaked skirt to his chest and removed his panties.

“No, no no no please don’t diaper me! I don’t want to wear a diaper!” he said, but was shushed.

He looked in horror as the diaper, a giant white garment with “Princess” written in pink on it, was opened up in front of him. Worse still, he could see the television’s screen filming as if from right over him, bringing his wide screen, HD humiliation to everyone.

The diaper was lain beneath him, and he was covered with powder. Then the front panel was lifted on and tapped securely. He was stood up again, still being held by his wrists, and his skirt was lifted to expose his humiliation to the approving roar of the audience.

“What kind of show is this?” he asked the woman.

“Oh you know. A mix of sexual kinks, like the banner said. Mainly submissives trying to look cute. You knew that, I think you managed to fit both perfectly.”

Ryan didn’t want to respond. He felt it was worse at this point to admit it was all a mistake.

Ryan, now waddling from his diaper and staggering from his heels, was lead off the stage into the cheering audience. Once again he was surrounded by people wanting to take pictures with him, hugging him and asking for kisses. He felt a constant stream of hands reaching down beneath his skirt, grabbing and spanking his diapered behind, and realized if he fought back he’d expose everything he did before as a real accident, not an act. Torn between two evils, he did his best to play along, which only encouraged them more.

The rest of the show wore on, but it seemed to have reached is climax with Ryan’s ‘performance’. The next person on stage was a woman in bondage gear who earned some cat calls, and another was one in what Ryan thought must be an anime cosplay dress, with cat ears and a tail, who got lead on stage by a leash and collar. However, none of them got the loud cheers and laughter Ryan’s humiliting ordeal had earned him.

The person who had brought his diaper to him, Bill, lead him by the hand through the crowed.

“Where are we going?” Ryan asked.

“Oh, one of the restaurants has a special seat reserved for you to watch the rest. Don’t worry, you’ll have an excellent view,” he winked.

“I uhh…” the man either couldn’t hear Ryan or ignored him, and he stopped complaining.

He gasped. The ‘special seat’ was a gigantic high chair, where Ryan hoisted and forced in. The table was pushed in front of him.

“Some of the restaurants liked your performance, and since you are likely to win or at least go viral,” Ryan swore under his breath, “they want videos of you eating their food.”

“I’m not hungry,” Ryan said. His stomach took that moment to grumble, exposing his lie.

“Uh huh. You’re cute when you pretend not to love this. Come on,” he waved to a line of people, and the first approached Ryan.

The first bite was a green curry, Ryan wasn’t sure what it was. He was forcibly spoon fed dish after dish between gulps of milk from a plastic bottle. The show went on in front of him, and he even saw another contestant lift her skirt to show a diaper, but just from the reaction he realized he was bound to win.

What would that mean? He wondered. Was this publicized anywhere?

An extra spicy spoonful cut off his train of thought as he gagged.

"Awww, baby not like spicy food? Try this,"another spoonful, this time more bland, was forced into his mouth. However, his tounge was still burned, and he could barely taste it.

His stomach groaned, and he gasped. He was cramping horribly.

How could this happen? he asked himself.

He had to go again, bad. Like the time with his bladder, it came on suddenly and strong, and with no warning. This time, however, it wasn’t his bladder.

“I… I has to go to the potty!” he said. What was wrong with his voice?

The people around him laughed. “Sure you do, baby girl. As if you’d even know how.”

“No I serious! NOW!” his voice was an awful lisp to add to the stutter, and they seemed to take that as proof he was joking.

“Well it looks like you are all set,” he felt a hand pat his diaper through a space in the back of the chair.

He felt a cold sweat. He wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer. He was in the middle of a crowed, sitting high above where anyone could see him, and had dozens of people watching.

“Oh no,” he said. They announced the last contestants, and the judges left to make a decision. As the stage cleared, more and more people turned to see him in his high chair. An announcer made his way through the crowed, carrying a microphone.

“No please, I…” he was cut off by another spoonfull of food.

“I really…” another spoon.

He kept trying to speak, and every time he opened his mouth, more food was shoved in. His cramps got worse and worse, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“And here is a crowed favorite contestant, Ryan!”

The crowed cheered, and those who had yet to see his latest humiliation of being force fed in a high chair turned to laugh.

“How are you feeling now, little one?”

“I NEED TO GO POTTY!” he said. He cringed at the sound, then the laughter. Since when did he say ‘potty?’

The camera’s were on him again, as was all attention. Did it have to happen now?

Finally, some relief. “I think he might be serious,” he heard the speaker say. “Why don’t we let him out?”

Ryan sighed as they began to undo the table of his high chair. People on either side of him began twisting at nobs.

“Come on, come on! I’m desperate!” Ryan said.

"It’ll take a minute princess, these things are really screwy.

Ryan groaned as his stomach cramped again.

“SO how did you come up with this act?”

“I uhhh… I…” Ryan stopped at another cramp. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it to a bathroom.

"Done!’ someone said, and the table left.

"Yes!’ Ryan shouted. He stood up and…

He paused and groaned. The television screen showed him doubling over. Worse, at the exact wrong moment, his hips were at the level of the speaker, and his diaper was right next to the microphone.

BRAAPPT- a loud noise, recorded by the microphone and projected by the speakers, silenced the audience.

“No,” Ryan whimpered.

With all the audience watching, now in a perfect silence, Ryan felt himself begin to mess his diaper. He tried to hold it back, but it forced its way through with a series of loud noises, and he felt a large lump of mush squeeze its way out and inflate his padding.

“Eww,” the audience said with each sound.

It kept coming. Crying again, and abandoning all attempts to hold back, Ryan decided to get the horrid cramps over it and let go. A massive load forced its way into his diaper and kept filling it as the audience watched.

Finished, and gasping for air, Ryan sank back down into the high chair, then yelped as he felt himself settle into the mess. It stung horribly, and itched like crazy.

“Did he actually…?” the reporter whispered.

The entire audience burst out laughing once again. This time, however, there were no cheers.

“Oh my god, it stinks!” someone shouted just loud enough for the microphone to hear, and Ryan buried his face in his hands. It really did, he noticed, and felt like he would gag at his own smell.

Ryan was helped down from the high chair and waddled through a jeering and filming audience. Every time he looked up he was met with faces of disgust and covered noses. He felt as if all pretense that was somehow planned could be forgotten, that his last humiliating act had pushed it past kink. However, he still felt hands grab and smack the back of his diaper, and heard a few more cat calls- “come back to my place if you need a change diaper girl!” “does the stinky sissy want a kiss?”- that told him some still loved what he did.

When he reached the side, he was brought on stage again and given a trophy. He hadn’t heared them call him out over the jeers. “Audience Favorite- Ryan- Potty Pants Princess” the trophy dubbed him, with a statue of a girl in a dress, bent over and lifting her skirt to show a diaper. The girl was making a face.

“How did they get one like this so quickly?” he asked.

The announcer shrugged. “They keep a variety of ones depending on what kink the winner uses. They do the name engraving here.”

Ryan sighed, took the trophy, and left before he got cat called again.

He still had no idea where he was. He began to wander aimlessly. The once empty streets now seemed filled with people, but he avoided them, thinking of the smell and the pile in his diaper.

He was beginning to chaff. The mess was bouncing around in his diaper. He didn’t know what was worse- the feel, the smell, or just the thought of it. More then anything, he just wanted to be somewhere he could hide.

Men were still cat calling him, but they stayed away. One began to approach, then wrinkled his nose as he got close, looked at Ryan in shock, then left.

One good thing about this, he thought.

He stumbled and fell to the ground. He got up and tried to talk again, then tripped and felt his skirt fly up. He heared someone scream ‘eewww’ behind him and a few others laugh, but didn’t try to look at who it was before he pulled the skirt down and kept going. Once again he tripped. Between the heels and the now swollen diaper, walking had already become awkward, but somehow it had gotten harder. Perhaps he was tiered, he thought.

He kept trying to walk, and kept falling. Finally, he collapsed on the ground and tried to stand up, but his legs felt like jello.

Moaning, he began crawl. “What is happening?!” he asked out loud.

His phone buzzed. He was shocked- he thought he had lost it, but somehow it ended up in a pocket in his skirt. He took it out.

It was a message from his boss. “Ryan- GREAT thinking on entering that competition. I didn’t even know there was such a thing! Its sad we had to sacrifice your skirt-” Ryan groaned, so he knew about that “but it worked, as the video has already gone viral! 500,000 veiws already!” Ryan wanted to cry again. “The part at the end was more of a mixed reaction, but any interest is good. I definitly think we should add diapers to your outfits. How would you feel about charging for people to change your diaper? “Ryan, the famous Potty Pants Princess, Kink and Cosplay Champion!” think of it!”

Ryan was crying as he kept crawling. He prayed to wake up from this as if it were a dream.

He looked up. Suddenly he recognized where he was.

Anna looked out her window. She hugged herself and laughed. THAT. HAD. BEEN. PERFECT.

She looked at the book and danced with it. She couldn’t believe how much power it had given her. All his body functions, his voice, his outfits, entire crowds of people, competitions, stages from no where, videos going viral with unbelievable speed… All of it perfect. She had even poured over a dozen different variations of his trophy and name before settling on her favourite. She’d make sure he’d learn his lesson.

She turned to her tv screen where she had watched his humiliation. It wasn’t broadcast on any channel… yet, and she made a mental note of that for later… but the screen was tied through the magic in the book to watch Ryan. Now he was turning the corner, sobbing, on his hands and knees as she wanted, ready to beg for a place to hide.

And now came the best part.

Ryan crawled up the stairs to Anna’s house. He held his breath. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, she had more reason to hate him then to help him, but he was desperate. Even now that he knew where he was, he had no idea to get home.

He raised up a fist to knock, and the door opened before he hit it a second time.

Anna was there, standing akimbo with her hands on her hips, and looking proudly down at him.

“Wha… Anna…?”

“Hello there stinky boy. You and I are going to have some fun,” she said.

Ryan looked into her house, far larger then he remembered it, with a giant crib, high chair, play pen, all sized for him, all with locks on them, and all in view. Ann folded her hands in front of her, and he saw a long, leather switch.

Ryan gulped.

(I wanted to say about this section, and a lot of the ones that come, is that they are going to be pretty silly. Plenty of messy diapers and embarrassing situations. I feel that is fine first because it was what was requested, and because this is supposed to be someone with an AB kink gaining control over another’s life, so the obvious action would be effectively to force a series of ABDL cliches. Also, it was fun to write.)

Ryan bit hard on his pacifier as the giant woman bounced him up and down on her knee, cooing gently.

“What a good little baby!” she said. “She’s is just so cute!”

“I know,” another of the group said between sips of wine. “We are so lucky we get to babysit.”

Ryan groaned. “Babysit.” That is all it was, and it was perfect.

He sat in a group of some of the most attractive women he had ever seen. Everyone of them was a perfect ideal of someone he’d normally be interested in. Tall, fit bodies, large breasts, long hair, and beautifully dressed to show off every curve. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of them, and just seeing them come in made him excited. Being bounced on their knees drove him insane. The feeling was mutual of course, with one small difference- not a single one of them acted as if he was an adult or acknowledged their effect on him. All their excitement, all their gushing and squeezing, was based on the idea he was a baby girl, and they handled him as easily as if he was, with no heed to his strength or weight as a grown, adult man. He couldn’t tell if they even saw him as one or if their vision was somehow distorted. The result was Ryan getting more and more excited with nothing to do about it. Dressed as he was- a short, flouncing skirt over a frilly pink onesie, thick diaper bulging underneath,hair in pigtails, pacifier stuck firmly in his mouth and doll under his arm- he didn’t know if being acknowledged at what he actually was would be worse. Whatever magic it was Anna had, it worked well.

One of the woman took out his pacifier. The dang thing somehow kept him gagged and silent whenever it was in, some trick of Anna’s and her book, so he used the opportunity to speak. “Wait! Please, I’m a… UGGG!” As if on cue with his complaint, he was silenced by loud grumble and noise in his diaper as his bowels suddenly and unexpectedly voided themselves into his diaper. He had no warning beforehand, and only knew was was going on as he felt the mess slide out of him and fill the padding behind him.

With one eye shut and the other tearing, he kept pleading. “Please, I’m not a…” once again he stopped as he felt his stomach turn again, and his diaper crinkled behind him.

“Hehe, someone’s a farty baby!” one of the women said.

The woman that held him pushed a firm hand into the back of his diaper. “Oh I think she did more then that! We’ll have to change her before we go.” With that she set him down on his lap, and Ryan cringed as he settled into his mess, pushing it into him. Any further complaint was silenced as he found out the reason his pacifier was removed, and his open mouth was shoved onto a bare breast.

His eyes went wide and he moaned. He knew what he was supposed to do, and knowing Anna, refusing would result in a very painful and humiliation spanking, or whatever punishment she’d settle on this time. However, as excited as he was, and with the added feeling of the mess inside his diaper, he didn’t know if he could handle anything more.

A sharp spank on the back of his diaper brought him to his senses. It always amazed him how all these people who Anna brought in saw no issue in treating him so roughly while seeming to see him as tiny and weak. If they really thought he was a baby, how could they spank him? The magic never seemed to bother making sense.

He began suckling on the breast. The woman began bouncing him on her leg, and he whined as the motion added to his discomfort.

After what seemed like hours being passed around from lap to lap, chest to chest, with seemingly no regard to his growing rash or the horrid smell that made him gag with each bounce, they finally changed him and set him into a crib. They closed the blinds, but he could still see the sunlight streaming through, reminding him of how early he was being put to bed, and of how long he’d need to wait in it. They then left, and he heard them chatting from another room.

He rolled around and moaned. Experience told him any attempt to deal with his problem would be futile. He rolled around and…

He stopped. There was something on a shelf beside his changing table. Amid the normal toys and pile of babyish clothing was something solid and rectangular. He could barely make it out in the light that came through the curtains, but he knew it wasn’t normally there.

He stood up in the crib and looked again. He gasped and almost cried in pleasure. It was the book!

Holding onto the crib bars with all his strength, he pulled himself up and climbed. He reached over the top and flipped out, crashing hard on the ground.

Laughing, he ran toward the book and picked it up. He danced around in a circle as he read the title, “Karma,” written in gold writing on the front. He opened it up.

All the punishments, all the humiliations he had gone through were described in detail. This was it, he knew. He had seen Anna use it a thousand times. Now, he would make her regret it a thousand times more.

There was a pen beside it. He grabbed it, flipped to the first unfilled page, and began writing.

“Ryan’s clothes change back to normal,” was the first thing he wrote. In a flash, it happened, and he was standing in jeans and a t-shirt. “Ryan regains control of his bladder,” he wrote, and through he didn’t notice a difference he was sure it happened.

Now it was time to have fun. “Anna wets herself in public. She is spanked a hundred times.” He began. “No, two hundred. She messes and wets her clothes,” he continued, going through the list of things she had done to him, then stopped. These were all the kinds of punishments she would use… What would he do? “She loses her money and ends working a humiliating job where…” he paused. He knew he’d need to come up with something good. “She is constantly mocked and teased, then made to wear skimpy clothes and flirt with people who harass her.” He thought of who else he was upset with. “My boss needs to lose his job and take one just like what he put me in, cross dressed and humiliated. The woman who first spanked me is spanked the same way every day for a year. All the guys who hit on me experience the same thing. Everyone who…”

Lights began flashing. Ryan looked around in panic, and saw the television was turning on. Anna normally used it to force him to watch cartoons from his playpen or play taunting message as he was locked in his crib. Now, however, the lights turned into an image of her, staring down at him.

“Hello Ryan. Surprised by me? Or my currently dry clothes?”

Ryan tried to speak but the words caught in his mouth. He looked down at the book and tried to write more. The pen left no marks, and the paper turned transparent. The book slowly dissolved.

“NO!” he said as his hopes disappeared along with the book.

“Yes, if you really thought I wouldn’t have a built in counter to you finding the book, you are even dumber then you seem, and to be honest you seem pretty dumb whenever you fill those diapers of yours. Speaking of which…” Ryan saw her begin writing. “It seems we will need to replace yours.”

"No, please!’ Ryan shouted. He put his face into his hands and shook his head in despair. To have been so close to escape only to have it all disappear… it was like starting all over.

Suddenly an awful smell filled his nose. He turned around as his diaper bucket opened up.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“Putting you back in the last diaper you wore that still exists.”

His mouth went wide as the swollen, messy diaper floated into the air. “No, you can’t.”

“Oh yes I can, and it will teach you a lesson for trying to escape. But first, lets see what you wrote for me. “Messes and wets her clothes…” ok, we can do that.”

“What I…AAA!” The first sign he had that something was happening was a loud ‘brapppt’ coming from behind him. He screamed and put his hand to his back, then to his front as he felt warm fluid dripping down his legs.

“How long should I keep this going? I can have you stand there filling your pants for hours if I wanted.”

Ryan was sobbing. “Please, please let it stop. I’m sorry.” A puddle began to form around his feet and soak up his pant legs. He danced around in it to try to get out, but only doubled over cramping.

“I will stop it as soon as you realize something. I have COMPLETE control over you. I control what happens to you, what people do to you, even your own functions. I can do whatever I want to you, and there is no escape. Got it?”

“Yes!” he sobbed.

“You are going to be here for a LONG time. I am going to spend a LOT of time making you pay for every little thing you did. Humiliating you, punishing you, whatever I want. If you want it to go well for you at all, then I suggest you get used to it and don’t try something like that again. Got it?”


“Yes what?”

Ryan cringed.


“Yes mommy,” Ryan said.

“Good baby girl.”

Ryan gasped and sighed as the flow suddenly stopped. He stood, humiliated and disgusting, in his ruined pants and mess.

“Now, since you CLEARLY need pampers from the look of your pants, lets get your butt padded,” Anna said. Ryan felt himself float up into the air and his soiled pants dropped to his ankles. He landed hard on the changing table and watched the brown, inflated diaper moved towards him.

He whined. “Please no, not that one. I’m sorry.”

“Ah ah ah, no complaining. Remember, be a good baby girl, or you’ll be punished more.”

Ryan forced himself to lay still as the cold, itching padding was taped securely around his waist by unseen hands. A pacifier floated and was shoved into his mouth.

“Now, little diaper girl, use the wipes and clean up your mess. Don’t touch the diaper though, THAT is staying on ALLLL night.”

“Can’t you just make it disappear with your book?” he said around his pacifier, which he was glad to see let him speak.

“Yes, or I can watch as you clean it up. Want to guess which one it will be? You get two tries and the first ones practice! Oh, and throw out your big boy clothes once you are done, you probably won’t need them every again.”

Ryan sighed and got down on his hands and knees. He soaked up the mess with wipes and threw them away, but the puddle barely seemed to diminish. He continued on his disgusting task, wiping and scrubbing until it was all gone. He then washed his hands and arms down as best as he could.

“Good. Now, since its basically still day but still well past your bedtime, I’m sure you have a long night in front of you in that full diaper.” Ryan shivered as he spoke. “But first, it seems you wrote something else here.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide. “No, please!”

“200 spanks? A bit nasty, don’t you think? But anyway, have fun.”

The door flung open, and a woman strode in, stopped, and put her hands on her hips. Ryan looked at himself, sitting on the ground in a messy diaper and suckling a pacifier and cartoon covered shirt, then stared up at her, tall, the most muscular of the woman, and very, very angry. Suddenly the pacifier seemed to keep him from speaking again. He barely had time to wonder where the shirt came from before she raised a finger and started shouting.

“Did you crawl out of the crib? You bad, bad baby.” She walked over and picked him up. She flung him over her lap, his head disgustingly close to the still open diaper bucket, and raised her hand.

The first smack landed on his diapered rear with a shocking amount of force, and he shouted loudly. The pacifier remained stuck despite his yelling, and he remained bent over despite his struggling, and the spanking continued.

Why did he have to write 200?

Anna laughed to herself as she walked down the street. She raised her hands, stretched them out to the side and leaned backwards. The sun was shinning brightly, which felt good after a week of rain, and her enjoyment of it was only made better by the thought that Ryan was stuck locked in his crib inside a dark bedroom. Maybe she’d get him a night light so he could have something to look at in his new early bedtimes. She’d have to make them even earlier, she decided. What time did babies normally go to bed? It would have to be earlier then that.

She was on another shopping trip. Of course, for her it wasn’t really shopping anymore, given she could get anything she wanted with the book. She was just looking for ideas for things to write into existence for herself. Still, sometimes it was fun to buy things and carry them around. With her never ending bank account, there was no reason not to.

A car passed by her and splashed water up to her dress. She looked down at it and gasped, then up at the driver, who sped by. Angrily, she took out her book, and opened to the page reserved for punishing strangers.

“Driver of the car that splashed me,” she wrote, then thought. “Angers a huge woman, who puts him on a leash and makes him crawl around town while calling him a dog. His suit will be ruined by puddles.” Then, adding something that was almost always a guaranteed portion. “He will wet himself and get put in diapers, then have to crawl home.”

Was that too harsh? She asked herself. She shook her head. The book was for Karma. Almost by definition, everything she wrote was fair. Still, she finished “he will be fine after that,” just to be sure.

“Nice outfit!” someone shouted.

She turned to see a tall, orange haired woman walking by her.

“What?” she asked. “Shut up.”

The woman got angry. “Shut up? Really? How dumb can you be, standing that close to the side of the street after a rain shower?” the woman laughed.

“Hey! I’m not dumb you $*%#!” Anna shouted. “How dare…”

“Aww are you upset? Poor muffin. Watch that mouth!”

“You… you…”

The woman walked by and flipped her off. “Have fun wearing that all day.”

Anna gritted her teeth. She opened the book and wrote “the woman will tell me her name.”

“Oh! And my name is Morgan, if you want to look me up and continue this you dumb &!%#!”

Anna smiled. She would pay for that. They will see who will have fun wearing what all day.

Morgan continued on her way, forgetting the argument. It was shopping time, and she planned to enjoy herself.

She arrived at the mall and went through the sliding glass door. She entered a massive room, light by a sky light and countless glitzy signs and shinning advertisements. She went by lines of chairs and tables covered where people ate from the food court and entered a hall way flanked by dozens of stores. She sighed. She was in heaven, and felt fantastic. She never felt so comfortable.

She walked down the hall, and noticed some men staring at her. She winked and blew them a kiss, and they laughed. She smiled at herself. Why shouldn’t they stare? She knew how good she looked.

She went into her first stop, a gigantic clothing store. She walked up to the front desk. The person behind, a young, brown haired boy, smiled when he saw her. She could tell he was into her, he kept looking down and barely meet her eyes without smiling.

“Hello, how can I help you?” he said, stifling a laugh. She almost did the same. She found boys who couldn’t control themselves adorable.

“Yes, I need some knew clothes. A few shirts, a cute dress, and some pants.”

“Yes, I can see that,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. It was fun, but when she needed to get things done, this kind of attitude got annoying. She handed him a sheet of paper. “I saw these on your website. Do you have them in the back?”

He took the sheet. “I’ll go check. It might take a bit.”

She looked at her watch. “I don’t have much time. I’m going to visit some other stores and come back. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes, go ahead cutie.”

She startled, taken back from the name. She could tell he was into her, but the name still seemed a bit much. She leaned forward. “Perhaps you can help me into them?”

He laughed again. “Yes, I thought you’d need that. See you!”

She turned around, and heard him laugh as she walked away. Teasing men was so much fun.

She visited a few other stores, looking at shoes and outfits, always getting the same reaction. He was elated- she sometimes attracted attention, but now people seemed to be fawning over her. She would have to remember the clothes and make up she wore that day, people really loved her in them.

She kept walking and stopped as she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Someone was very strangely dressed. She turned to face her, and the person looked back at her. It was a woman, though you wouldn’t tell from the way she was dressed. She was wearing a bright yellow onesie with ducks on it, and ‘baby girl’ written across her chest, and had a bonnet holding back her hair. Was this some new fashion trend? She knew ‘cute’ clothes were in, she had seen the rompers, but this was extreme and only seemed to get worse the more she looked at it. Long stockings went up to her knees, and her thighs were bare up to the onesie which ended in tiny shorts wrapped around a strangely bulky area around her waist. She squinted. Was that a diaper? And was that a pacifier clipped to her chest? Was this some kind of stunt? A prank show with an online influencer? A guerrilla add intended to go viral? Was this art of some kind? Or just someone with the worst possible taste in the world?

Morgan tisked in disgust and shook her head, and the woman did the same to her. She turned, and the woman followed. Morgan stopped, and looked back at her. The woman returned her stare.

Morgan squealed in shock. It couldn’t be. She raised a hand, and the woman did the same. It had to be, but it couldn’t. She ran up towards her, only to stop just short of the mirror she now knew was reflecting her own image.

She looked down at herself, then around in panic. How had this happened? All the stares, all the chuckles suddenly took on a new meaning as she realized she had been walking around the mall dressed as an overgrown infant. The more she looked, the more people she saw staring at her, laughing, even filming. What if someone she knew had seen her?

“This can’t be happening!” she said out loud.

“Are you alright little one? Did you lose your mommy and daddy?” it was the worker from the first store. He held out a teddy bear toward her. “Here, cuddle this, and we can help you.”

“No, no… this isn’t right… what?”

“Shhh its ok its ok,” he said soothingly. “We all get lost sometimes, we can help you. Poor baby.”

“I’m not a…” she couldn’t finish the sentence. She turned around angrily.

“Well, at least your diaper seems clean,” the worker laughed.

She looked back at him, then followed his eyes to the back of her onesie, where she saw the flap was open to reveal what was, in fact, a thick, white diaper. She tired to do the flap back up, but it fell open.

He chuckled. “Here, let me help you with that. I can check it too if you need.”

“Hey!” she shouted, pointing a finger. “I don’t actually need diap…” She gasped, as she suddenly and involuntarily proved herself wrong. She felt herself double over, and heard a loud noise as muck poured out of her, inflating her diaper behind her. “No…” she said. To boot, she began to uncontrollably wet, and was soon surrounded by the feeling of the warm fluid.

“Pee yu!” he said, waving a hand in front of his nose. “You really did a number on those pampers! Its a good thing you were wearing it. What was that you were about to say, not actually needing something?” He patted the back of her diaper, mushing it against her, and she shivered at the feel. "Yeah, that is a messy diaper. Come on, lets get you changed, then we will find whoever is taking care of you.

“No one is taking care of me!”

He looked at her. “What? Are you up for adoption? You know, I could always take you in for a while… Anyway, we’ll see, but for now, you need out of those stinky diapers before you make us all sick, ok?”

“I… I don’t…” She pulled away and began to run. She had to find out what was going on. Soon she was out of the mall in the parking lot. People still stared, but there were less of them there and she felt safer.

“Well well well, having fun?” a voice said. It was a short, muscular girl, the same one Morgan had made fun of earlier.

“What are you doing here?” Morgan asked.

“Just looking at my handiwork. Nice outfit, by the way. How can you be that dumb to stand around in a messy diaper?”

“What? I…”

“Aww are you upset? Poor muffin.”

“What is going on?!” Morgan shouted.

“Aww can’t you tell?” the girl said. “You picked the wrong person to mess with. You decided to insult me, and it turns out I have magic powers and a nack for humiliating people. Now, you will pay the price and spend the day wandering around in a messy diaper.”

“No, I…” Morgan reached down to the tapes of the diaper and tried to tear them, but they wouldn’t budge.

The other girl shook her head. “Nope, not going to work. Like I said, magic powers.”

“That’s impossible! It must be some kind of trick!”

She laughed. “Really? A trick? What, did I slight of hand you into a diaper? Did someone mindfreak you into filling your pants? Please, this is real magic. Now, if you want out of that diaper, and you will before it forms a rash, you better listen, ok?”

Morgan looked at the girl, then down at herself and her humiliating clothes. “Ok,” she said.

“Good. Take this,” she handed her a piece of paper. “It is my address. If you want out of that diaper, make your way there. When you get there, you will crawl up the steps, ring the doorbell, kneel until I answer, then beg me to forgive you and make you my sub.”


The girl shrugged. “Its that or that diaper is never coming off. ANd I mean literally never. You want it off, come, kneel and apologize, and beg me to own you. I won’t fix a messy diaper for just anyone, so you need to be my sub, and I won’t do it for a bad sub, and that means apologizing.”

“And then you’ll take it off? And you’ll let me go?”

“Of course I"ll take it off.”

Morgan considered. “Fine,” she said.

“Alright, I’m going to take a cab home. I don’t think anyone will stop to pick you up, and your smell would probably make anyone on a bus or cab sick, so I guess you’ll just have to walk. Should take you well past night fall. So, have fun wearing that all day!”

The strange, powerful woman turned and walked away, leaving Morgan standing in her humiliating, stinking and increasingly uncomfortable clothes. She looked at the address. It was clear across town!

People were still staring at her. She began to walk.

Anna hummed to herself as she walked down the street, arms full of packages and shopping bags. She began to skip. Life was going really well for her now. She didn’t even need to go shopping, really, as she could conjure up anything she wanted to. However, with the amount of money she had, why not? She enjoyed the experience, the weather was nice, she met people. Plus, it gave her a chance to exercise her new favorite hobby.

She tapped her note book. “Karma,” the title read, and she sure put the name to test. Anything she saw go wrong, she’d find revenge for. It was her duty, she decided, and a duty she loved. Unfortunately, in that respect this trip had been a bust.

“Whoah!” she shouted. A bicyclist cut in front of her. She backed up, tripped, and fell to the ground. Well, there was a good enough excuse. She took out her book and waited, pen at the ready. 1, 2, 3, she counted, waiting for an apology, but none came.

“Bicyclist will fall off his bike tomorrow and not be able to keep balance. Someone will put him in a stroller and push him around, so he won’t be able to run into anyone.”

She smiled to herself. That was fun, but didn’t feel like enough.

One of her bags dropped. She picked it up and looked at it. The bag’s handle was torn. She opened it up, and took out a pair of pants she had bought. She gasped. Like the handle of her bag, the pant’s material was worn and thin, and she could already see holes in it. She couldn’t even imagine wearing something like this outside, it be humiliating! he didn’t know why she didn’t notice it earlier.

“Person who sold me this pair of pants will become incontinent have to wear diapers. All her clothes will suddenly be too thin, and the diaper will show up through them. She will become incontinent for a month.” She looked at the pants, scratched out ‘month’ and wrote “a year.” She slammed the book closed. THAT one felt good.

She arrived at her townhouse, now far nicer then it was before, and opened the door.

“Hello my pretty babies!” she shouted.

“Mpphh!” came the reply, followed by a series of moans and squirming. “Did you have fun? Did you learn not to complain about your stinky pampers being uncomfortable when I told you I didn’t want to change you right away? Did you see how much more uncomfortable they could be?” she asked in a teasingly charming voice.

Her two ‘babies,’ both grown adults, nodded sadly. They were both dressed for their roll. Both had thick, printed diapers wrapped around their waist,both uncovered and visible, with frills lined on their butts. Both wore long, lacy socks, almost up to their knees, and tiny booties as the only other thing beneath their waist. Both had short, tight t-shirts with a teddy bear on the chest, and both had fingerless mittens on their hands. Both also had pacifiers in their mouths that, try as they might, they couldn’t spit out, speak, or call for help through. They were almost matching, except that Morgan’s shirt, mittens, diaper prints, and the tops of her socks were all blue, while Ryan’s were in pink. Ryan also had a pink bow in his hair. It amused her to no end to put her female ‘baby’ in blue while Ryan was stuck in pink.

That wasn’t the reason they were moaning, however, nor was the wide, open window that left their humiliation visible to anyone passing by, nor the crowds and parades she ensured passed by. At this point, they had been exposed and humiliated so many times it was barely registered as a punishment any more. No, Anna had ensured that being dressed in infantile clothes had become the norm for them, their life, not a punishment, so whenever she found a flimsy excuse to punish them, it was something much worse.

In this case, she had found something both different and fun. She had positioned large hooks on the wall, then lifted them both up and hooked their diapers through. The result was that both desperate, humiliated adult babies were hung helplessly by their diapers, padding forming a painful wedgie. The diapers were strong, stronger then any would be without her magic, and taped on as snug and tightly as possible, so all their struggling only made the situation more and more uncomfortable as the undergarments were pulled tighter and further into them. The spanking they had both received before she left ensured their bottoms still ached, made worse by hanging from their diapers.Finally, the games she had played with them ensured they were on the edge, staying that way for hours as the plastic material pushed and rubbed at them as they squirmed with no sign of release.They were left with their blushing faces forward, bent over, so that anyone could see their face and embarrassing predicaments.

“You both want to come down?” she said, and they screamed through their pacifiers and nodded. She reached out and put a hand on the fronts of each of their diapers. She only brushed them lightly, but it was enough to send both into fits, moaning, eyes pleading. “I could keep you here like this for hours. All night, even, and for days after. I’ll feet you bottle as you hang, filling your diapers more and more, now no more then adorable artworks to decorate my walls. I’ll have dinner parties, game nights, drinking games, all based around teasing my two little diapered dolls on display for our amusement. Sound fun?”

They both shook their heads, tears dripping from their eyes.

“Maybe, since you complained about sleeping in your locking cribs, I can make these your new ‘beds’ and leave you here every night, until I’m ready to play with you again in the morning. Hows that sound?”

They shook their heads.

“No? Doesn’t sound fun?”

They struggled and shook even more.

“Well then lucky for you there is another game I want to play. But keep in mind, I can always make this worse for you both.” She opened her book and wrote in it, and both of her subs fell to the ground, panting, as the hooks disappeared. Both began rubbing their diapers, finding them surprisingly intact. “First thing first, lets get you dressed.” She reached into her bags. In one hand she had a frilly pink nightie, ending in a short, mesh skirt. In the other was a blue buttoned up pajama shirt with teddy bears on it. Both, as planned, would leave their diapers perfectly visible.

“Arms up Morgan!” Anna shouted, and Morgan obeyed. She pulled her shirt off, and pulled the pajama shirt over her head. Ryan moaned as he realized he was once again fated to the effeminate option, and Anna giggled to herself as she repeated the process. She handed them both blank pieces of paper.

“Now you are both going shopping,” Anna said, and paused as she savored their whines. “You each have a piece of paper in front of you, and the first items will appear when I’m done talking, and the next when you’ve purchased the first, and so on. Money will appear as you need it. You are in pjs because your goal is to be back before bedtime. If you are, then you can sleep in your crib. If not,” she turned to the wall. “Back on the hooks for the night. Got it?”

They both nodded.

“Also, you are racing each other. Last one back will get a spanking, one for each minute he or she is late.”

They pouted.

“Oh, and one more thing.” She opened her book and wrote it in, then watched both with a smile on her face. Both looked at her confused, then groaned and doubled over as their stomach’s rumbled loudly. “I gave you both the equivalent of a triple dose of laxatives and three baby bottles. No changes until your home. Good luck!”

They both looked at each other, then at their lists. “Printed adult diapers,” Morgan’s read, and “bright red sun dress with 'Princess” written on it" was on Ryan’s. They both paused to wonder where they were supposed to find such things, but their stomachs rumbled again, and they ran to the door.

“Oh yeah!” Anna shouted after them. “Try to run away, and you’ll fall asleep, then wake up on the hooks, and this time permanently! Have fun!”

Ryan waddled as fast as he could down the street. He had ran down an alleyway to get her, using a short cut to get down town while Morgan went down the street.

His stomach was killing him. Part of him wanted to run, as he had no idea how many items would appear on the list, and didn’t want to end up hanging on the hook all night. However, moving quickly made the ache worse, and he worried that running would result in him messing very badly, and very publicly.

He looked at the first item in despair. Where would he find such a thing? Who actually wore that? Anna always seemed to have them for him, but he assumed it was her magic, or ordered online.

A bus passed by him, ‘downtown’ listed on the top. That would solve both his problems, he decided. He’d be more likely to find something downtown, and he wouldn’t have to run or move to slowly.

However, that left another problem- entering a likely crowded bus dressed as he was. Still, he considered the alternative, and waved it down.

Morgan looked at her list and considered her dilemma. Where would one find printed adult diapers? She knew the kind Anna meant- they were the kind she was wearing now. However, maybe there was a way around it? Regular adult diapers from a drug store and stickers? Baby diapers taped together? She shook her head. She doubted Anna would accept that, it was too easy and not humiliating enough. Anna would have something specific in mind.

A bus passed by her heading downtown. She considered boarding it, but she decided she was as likely to pass by a kink store on the way there then she was to find one in the middle of the city. Plus, the thought of sitting in a crowded bus in her diapers was too much to handle. She ignored it.

She stopped and doubled over. A cramp had hit, and she almost lost control. She looked at the sun- several more hours until night time, and knowing Anna, the competition would take her right to the end. Far too soon to mess herself if she were to spend the rest of the day in her current clothes. She shuddered. The diaper rash after that would not be fun.

“You need help there, little one?” Someone asked.

She stood up. A man was passing by, pushing a gigantic double stroller, with a woman beside him. She could see the front end of the stroller, which was empty.

“No, I’m ok, thank you,” she tried to say. The pacifier, however, cut off her words and left them as giberish. Her eyes went wide- this was far to eerie not to be one of Anna’s set ups.

They both laughed at her gibberish and shocked expression. “That is ok, we recently found another helpless one like you and adopted him, see?” the man pointed to the back seat of the stroller, where a grown adult man sat, buckled in tightly, wearing a onesie and a diaper. He had a horrified expression on his face.

“Come on, in you go,” the man sad, picking Morgan up and strapping her into the front. She tried to break out, but found it impossible, and could only stare as people passed by her and laughed.

Ryan entered the bus. It was crowded, all the seats were taken, and people stood right up to the front.

“Well hello there pretty girl, where are you going?” the bus driver, a muscular, brown haired man looking to be in his thirties asked.

Ryan blushed and looked down at the snickers from the other bus riders. “I’m going downtown,” he said, glad the pacifier was letting him talk.

“What for?”

“To, uhh… buy a dress.”

There was more laughing.

“Well of course you are. You have a ticket?”

“I…” Ryan looked at the sheet, hoping money or a ticket would appear, but none did.

“That’s alright. A pretty little girl like you shouldn’t have to, especially if your just going to buy another pretty dress to wear. Besides, we wouldn’t want you having an accident and filling those adorable diapers on your way. It be irresponsible to make someone who still needs pampers wander on their own, wouldn’t it be?”

Ryan didn’t want to answer, but it seemed the only way to go. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

“You think it be irresponsible to let a little girl who still needs diapers, like you, walk downtown on her own?”

Ryan sighed. Anna loved these games. “Yes sir. I think it be irresponsible to let a little girl who still needs diapers, like me, walk downtown on her own.” Ryan closed his eyes as the bus filled with laughter.

"Good girl. Then I think we can make a deal. Since the bus is so crowded anyway, and I doubt a little baby can stand that long, why don’t I let you ride for free if you give me a kiss and sit on my lap the whole way there?

“I…” Ryan looked at the crowds in the bus, then the street in front of him. “Ok,” he said. He bent over and gave the man a kiss, then settled on his lap. The bus started moving. Ryan felt the man’s free hand wrap around him. He began to bounce Ryan on his knee. He patted Ryan on the bottom, then used his arm to rub the padding on the front of his diaper and pull him in tightly, where he continued to bounce Ryan against himself. Ryan looked at the giant mirror in front of him, which gave him a view of all the people behind, themselves staring at Ryan and his every expression and movement. He looked out the front. Traffic was jammed, and people were crossing the street, many turning to stare at Ryan. The hands dug deeper into Ryan and pulled him in tighter, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

Anna pranced merrily down the street. She opened her cell phone, where she was watching a never ending video of her two submissive’s humiliations. It was working out perfect, and, of course, streaming directly to her web page where she showed off their punishments for free and reaped in advertisement dollars. She had been doing it for months, and she couldn’t WAIT to see their reactions when they saw how many thousands of views their video’s had. It would be even more delicious then when they saw what she did to their facebook pages.

Someone passed in front of her, a cute boy in his twenties and seeming to be a few years younger then her. He was short and thin, but fit, and blond hair bordering on too long for a male. She hadn’t seen him do anything wrong, but was too much of a temptation to pass up. She followed him, hoping to find an excuse.

She took out her cell phone and went to his facebook page. It was easy, she had already charmed the phone to find people she wanted. She scanned through his private messages, until she found what she was looking for. A conversation, seeming to be with someone he knew, that ended in an argument and him writing insults. Good enough excuse, she decided. She took out her book.

“HEY! You!” a large, heavyset woman shouted. The blond boy looked at her.

“Me? What are you… AAAA!!!” he shouted as she grabbed and twisted his ear.

Anna sat down on a bench as she watched. She wrote in her book, and popcorn appeared in her hands. This was going to be better then any movie.

The boy was soon over the woman’s lap, confused and terrified as she spanked his now bare bottom. She paddled him hard, and he began to cry.

WAY better then any movie.

Morgan was stunned. There, right in front of her, directly in view in her stopped stroller, was what she was looking for. It wasn’t hidden, it wasn’t even subtle, it was right in a store window. There was a set of mannequins, all adult sized, and all wearing thick adult diapers. She had never seen anything like it. One was bare except for the diaper, while others were in skirts and onesies, and another was in full bondage gear. The entire set up was built on the theme, with adult sized cribs, a high chair , and a changing table, all with mannequins using them, and all surrounded by piles of diapers. It was way too easy.

Except that it wasn’t. Morgan reached down to undo the belt, and found it locked.

She looked at the couple that had put her in her tiny, mobile prison, and pointed at the display.

The woman came over, looked at where she was pointing, and bent down in front of her. Morgan almost cried in relief, thinking she’d be let go, but instead she rubbed her head. “That’s right sweetie. They are all big babies like you.”

“What was that?” the man asked.

“She thought she recognized herself in the mannequins.”

“Awww that is so cute!”

The stroller turned and went down the road, leaving Morgan desperately pointed at the bizarre store. They didn’t stop, and the sun sank lower into the sky.

Ryan couldn’t believe his eyes. There was the dress. It was right in a store window, and even seemed to be on a male mannequin.

“I need to get off!” he said.

“Alright sweetie, just hit the button.”

Ryan stood up slightly. As soon as his bottom left the man’s lap, he felt a hand smack him hard on the bottom and begin rubbing. He tried to ignore it as he hit the button and sat back down on the man’s lap. The driver reached around and began rubbing him again.

“So are you going to give me a good bye kiss?” he asked.


“Come on, especially since I did such a nice favour to you by letting you ride for free and sit on my lap.”

“Err…” a few of the others behind him spoke out in agreement with the driver. Ryan knew from experience that, in Anna’s magic, denying these things would lead to far worse scenarios.

“Ok,” he pursed his lips.

When we was expected a pec, he got far, far more. The man squeezed Ryan tightly as he pressed his lips into him. He kissed him all over his face and neck while gripping his backside. Ryan imagined it was someone else and waited for it to end.

The bus didn’t stop. “Wait, I thought you said you’d stop?” Ryan pleaded, hating how desperate he sounded.

“Not now, it isn’t a stop yet. We still have half a kilometer before I let you off.” He continued to pepper Ryan’s cheeks and the back of his head with kisses.

Ryan groaned, and his stomach rumbled ominously.

Anna laughed to herself as she watched his bottom wiggle. Diapered, in a tight onesie, and being lead on a leash and harness, the blond boy struggled to keep up as the padding forced him to waddle, and occasionally reached back to rub his sore butt. The resulting sight was one of Anna’s all time favorites.

“Keep up!” the woman shouted, pulling on the leash. He stumbled forward, and she spanked him hard, causing him to yelp and stand up.

The woman stopped at a bench, sat the boy on her lap, and fed him a bottle. This gave Anna a chance to admire one of her next favorite sights- the face of a blushing submissive, wanting desperately to be out but having no alternative but to play along. He sucked thirstily, then found the bottle replaced by a pacifier as he was stood on his feet again.

Anna went back to admiring him him from behind. However, she decided there was one thing missing, one thing that would make this even more perfect. She took out her book.

The boy squealed and moaned and stuck his bottom out, as Anna heard a loud braapppt. The back of his diaper inflated, first with air pushing, then as solid material filled it. The woman leading him didn’t seem to notice, and he was dragged, in an even more exaggerated waddle now, as the bulging back of his diapers swayed back and forth behind him. He put his hand on the back of the diaper to desperately, and pointlessly, try to stop the flow. Soon he was a crying, stinking mess, and Anna didn’t even mind as the smell came back to her, knowing the thought of it weighed more heavily on the boy’s mind then the smell did on her nose.

She kept following as the strange couple made their way downtown. The boy would get his change, of course- another of Anna’s favorite sights- but not until there was a big enough crowed for it.

Ryan finally made it to the store. He was panting from running. The dress was still there, under a sign that read “Flowers and Kisses Boutique- Dresses, Lingerie, and Pretty Things.” He went inside, and the store matched its name. Everything inside was almost bizarrely effeminate, with flowers painted on the walls and racks of dresses and skirts.

“Hi! I need that dress!” he said.

“Well hello there little one. I’d be happy to get that for you. What size are you?” The clerk, a tall, elderly woman, said.

“Uhhh, its not for me! That one will do!”

She chuckled. “Funny, and it just happens to be your size. Don’t worry, I know some little boys like you like dresses. And diapers, it seem. Just admit its for you, and I’ll get it.”

“Alright,” he said. “Its for me. Can I please have that dress!”

“Sure thing princess. That will be $230.”

Ryan opened the sheet of paper. A pile of bills appeared. “Here!” he said, handing it over.

She counted them, then shook her head. “Now now, don’t be silly. There is only $130 here. Have trouble counting?”

“I…” Ryan looked at the paper, but there was no more money. What was the game here?

“I’ll tell you what, we can work out a deal.”

‘Uh oh,’ Ryan thought.

She handed him a bucket of felt roses and flowers. “We need to raise interest for our business. So, go outside, and offer passerbyers a flower and a kiss.”

“What?!” Ryan shouted.

“A flower and a kiss. Its the name of our store. I’ll give you $10 off for each one.”

Ryan gritted his teeth. He looked outside and the people passing, then at the dress, then at the woman. He took the basked of flowers.

The stroller was stopped. The couple were talking to another couple.

Morgan tried to hear what they were saying and turned. To her surprise, she turned easily, and didn’t feel the belt stopping her. She looked down, and saw it was undone.

Slowly, she raised herself from the seat. She crouched down and tip toed around the back of the stroller. The man behind her reached toward her, staring pleadingly.

Morgan groaned. She reached to his belt and began to struggle with it. She pulled and tore, but it wouldn’t budge. She looked back up at the couple, and they seemed to be wrapping up the conversation. She went back to the belt, but it wouldn’t open.

The couple was saying their goodbyes. Moran put her hands up helplessly and mouthed ‘sorry,’ then began to walked. The man moaned and shouted, and Morgan began to run as the couple saw her.

“Hey! Come back here!” the woman shouted.

“Someone stop that baby!” the man shouted, chasing her. Morgan dodged people reaching for her, and kept running.

Her stomach cramped. She doubled over and stopped, squeezing tightly to stop herself from messing. She heard footsteps, and saw the man was right behind her, and kept running.

She managed to put some distance between them, groaning the entire way as her stomach complained. She turned a corner, then another, and was convinced she lost him. Better yet, she was right by the store from before, and walked into it. It was clearly a kink store- bondage gear and outfits hung everywhere, and the front section was dominated by adult sized, infantile clothes.

“Hello,” she said to the clerk, a young man. “I need diapers.” As she said it, her stomach complained again, and a loud fart came out.

“Yes it certainly seems so,” he laughed.

“No, I mean, I need to buy diapers.”

“Why? Did you run out?”

“NO!” she shouted. “I don’t NEED diapers, I need to buy diapers, for, uhhh… someone else.”

“So you’re saying you don’t wear diapers?”

“Of course not!” she said.

He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her. “You lying to me?”

“I mean, I am NOW, but I don’t normally, and I don’t need them. I don’t use them.”

“RIght,” he said, and Morgan could hear the disbelief in his voice. “So you aren’t about to mess that pamper you’re in right now?”

“OF COURSE NO…” Morgan was cut off as her stomach rumbled and she farted again.

He put his hands on his hips. “Are you lying to me?”

“No I’m… Please, just give me the diapers.”

To her surprise, he reached toward her and grabbed her wrist. He lifted it up roughly, and the jolt brought more sounds out of her and into her diaper.

“What are you doing?”

“What I always do with lying little submissives,” he said. He pulled her over his lap.

“No! Please! I’m not a liar!” she struggled. Of course, as she should have known from Anna’s games, he appeared impossibly strong.

“You lied about wearing a diaper. How silly of you, I could just look at you and see it.”

“I’m sorry! No please!”

SMACK! the sound rang out, and Morgan whined. She hung helplessly, knowing from experience there was no escape as he peppered her backside with hard smacks.

Worse still, her stomach was grumbling worse then before. The knee grinding into her stomach turned it, and the shock of each spank put her closer and closer to messing. She squeezed hard, concentrating on not humiliating herself further.

The spanking continued, and she began to ache again. Each jolt drag tears from her. “Please,” she said, “I’m sorry, don’t make me, I’m going to… If you keep doing that…”

He ignored her and kept going.

“Please, your going to make me… no! Please nooooo!”" she said, as she felt her bottom finally open up. Soon the all to familiar feeling of being spanked was replaced by the even more familiar feeling of her messing her own diaper. She didn’t even bother trying to stop it anymore. She hung on his knee sobbing in humiliation and pain .

“Well, that answers that question poopy girl,” he said, rubbing her behind. Morgan moaned. “Phew! You really are a stinky butt! That just hit me. Well, it seems there is another lie you need a spanking for, then we will definitely see about getting more diapers for you.”

Anna watched from behind the crowed. She sat on a chair on a dais that gave her a good view over their heads. The boy from earlier was lying on stone bench, now a changing table, that decorated the main shopping strip. He used his hands to cover his face, now coated with tears, but had them brushed aside by the woman who now considered him effectively her property.

“That is enough Alex, I said no hiding,” she said. She untaped his diaper, revealing the mess to the crowed, and began wiping him down.

The boy squirmed helplessly, and, in Anna’s mind, wonderfully. There were few things she enjoyed seeing more then a squirming submissive, blushing at a situation they know they can’t get out of as their doms’ revel in their pain.

His bright red, smacked bottom soon became visible under the muck as he was wiped clean, then covered again with white powder, and finally taped into his diaper and clipped into his onesie.

“Now,” the woman said. “Did you learn your lesson?”

The boy nodded.

“No more complaining and arguing? You accept your new role?”

He nodded again.

“And what are you?” she said, taking his pacifier out.

“A baby,” he said.

“And what else?”

“Your diaper slave,” he said, blushing and looking away.

“Good boy,” she stood him up. “Now lets see if we can get you more clothes.” She dragged him into a mall.

Anna sighed. That had been one of her favorites so far. From his perspective, the woman would go back and forth between seeming to think he was an actual baby, and reinforcing he was her slave. It was mean constant humiliations for the boy. How long would she keep him like that? Was a month enough? Maybe two. Yes, Anna decided, since it was a particularly harsh circumstance, two would be enough to teach him a lesson for… what was it he did again? Didn’t matter now. She turned to see his bottom waddling away, holding onto his leash with one hand and his own soiled diaper with the other. Such a cute sight. She laughed, then wrote in her book again again, and watched as he doubled over.

“Again!?” his dom shouted, and Anna walked away. He’d definitely learn his lesson for whatever it was he had done.

Her “Karma” book was nearing its end. She decided to go to the store to see if they had another again.

“Here’ your rose, sir,” Ryan said to the taller man.

“And my kiss?”

Ryan shivered, closed his eyes, leaned in and kissed him. He then went back inside.

“That is ten flowers and ten kisses! Can I have my dress now?” he asked.

“Of course sweetie! And what a good little girl you were.”

“Little BOY!” he shouted. “I mean, man! I’m a grown man.”

She patted his head. “Of course you are. That is why you are in diapers.”

“I don’t actually need them!” he said.

“Really?” she sniffed the air. “That smell says otherwise.”

“What…EEEP!” Ryan screamed, and burst into tears. She was right, of course. He didn’t know when it had happened, but the lack of weight in his stomach, and the increased weight in his diaper, told the story all to well.

“Aww don’t cry sweetie,” she said, hugging him and patting his diaper. “It’s allright. I know little ones like you sometimes need extra protection. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Despite himself, Ryan nodded.

“Now, here is your pretty princess dress, and for such a pretty princess too!” she said. Ryan blushed.

“Than… thank you,” he said.

“That’s alright. Now, do you have a kiss for me?” she asked. Ryan sighed and kissed her. Was the day just going to be him kissing strangers? Was that Anna’s idea of fun?

He left the store, opened up the sheet, and groaned. Of course, exactly the type of joke Anna would make.

“Ten felt roses,” the letter read. Ryan looked down the street in each direction, trying to find the people he had given them too. What sorts of things would they ask for to get them back? Ryan could only imagine as he waddled, trying to ignore the sticky mess sliding around in his diaper.

Morgan finally left the store. A cab passed by and she waved at it. It came to the side and the driver opened the door, stopped, sniffed, looked at her, then closed the door and drove off. Morgan screamed in frustration and stamped her feet.

She looked at the letter. “The forgiveness of the guy you abandoned in the stroller,” it read, and Morgan screamed again.

Ryan walked home, moping, and arms full of various objects. Dresses, flowers, frilly skirts, plugs, paddles, tutus, small cages, leashes and bondage gear… each one had been its own humiliating story to get. It was close to dark, but he knew he’d make it in time, so he waddled slowly home. He looked ahead and saw Morgan walking ahead, and ran to catch up.

“Can we…” he began.

“Walk together so neither of us gets spanked? Yes,” Morgan said.

“What did you get?”

“Oh you know, adult sized diapers, gags shaped like pacifiers, laxatives, a shirt that says ‘stinky baby,’ abstract emotions and the approval and freedom of a stranger who I think still hates me… normal things. You?”

“All the pretty things a girl would want. Except I honestly don’t think any actual girl would want these things. Then a bunch of bondage stuff.”

“It always amazes me how many things come in that particular shade of pink.”

“I know eh?”

“Well hello my stinkies!” they heard Anna shout. She came up behind them and put her arms around their shoulders. “I can see you were both successful in your missions. How did it go?”

“Fine,” they both said, and Anna laughed.

“I thought so. Well, I had fun too. Unfortunately, didn’t find exactly what I was looking for in the end and can’t seem to conjure it, but that’s alright.” She paused, then switched topics. "Of course you happen to come in together so no one gets spanked. Pure coincidence, right?’

“I…” Ryan began, and Morgan began her own excuse.

Anna laughed again and waved them off. “That’s ok. No spankings, and no hooks for anyone. Just diaper changes and locking cribs. Isn’t that fun!”

They both nodded.

The trio made it to the town house, and Anna unlocked the door. The two diapered submissive walked in to see changing mats already on the ground, and lay on them.

Anna snapped her fingers, and the usual magic took over. The diapers were untapped, and wipes cleaned the two down. They lay still, used to the process, until they were cleaned and powdered. Then, to their surprise, both the used diapers hovered in front of them.

Anna snapped her fingers again, and the two diapers moved side to side, switching places. The submissiveness squealed.

“What’s going on?” Ryan shouted as Morgan simultaneously said “You can’t! Please!”

“Oh I can, and you know exactly what is going on,” Anna said. She then spoke in a teaching voice. “You two need to learn to read the fine print. I said you’d both get your diapers changed, not that I’d give you new, clean diapers. That is exactly what is happening now. No complaining!”

The pacifiers filled their mouths and turned their complaints into wordless whining as both diapers opened in front of them, and were moved under their bottoms. Their legs were held in the air by a invisible force, leaving no way to escape.

“Two changed diapers, each baby changed into the other baby’s. See this as a way to learn more about each other.” Both of them glared as their eyes teared. “Now, to bed, and you’ll get clean diapers tomorrow. See? That is a promise for fresh ones, not what I said earlier.” She bent over, kissed each on the head, took them by the hand, and dragged them along to their bedroom.

Ryan waved his hand in a wide arc. “Bye bye! Thanks for coming!” He put his hand to his lip and blew a kiss after the stranger who had been grabbing him. He had gotten much better at this job, though he wasn’t happy to admit it. He turned around to see the still growing line of men waiting their turn to “Kiss the Sissy”, as the sign announced. The “Or Much More” part was something he didn’t want to think about.

“Keep up the good work! Try to put more of a flick in that wrist, we don’t pay you for nothing!” his manager said. He had forgotten this one’s name, the company had been assigning different employees to ‘manage’ him, and constantly newer ones. It was Anna’s way of making the point that he was on the bottom rung, and it worked. He rubbed his bottom through his skirt. Their ‘managing aids’, used exclusively on him, also helped drive the point home.

Today Ryan was back at his old job, wearing an all new brightly colored cosplay-style dress. He wasn’t sure if it was from a specific show or book or just out of Anna’s sick imagination. It was covered with an enormous amount of bows and frills, with a skirt that stuck out wide to the side but still somehow managed to ride up any time he moved. Still, the skirt was better then what he wore underneath, and he was grateful he was allowed to wear it this time.

“Excuse me, is it ok if she doesn’t wear the skirt for me?” the next customer asked.

“Of course! Ryan, be a dear and take that skirt off. It detaches at the waist and we can put it back on later.”

So much for that. Ryan balled his fists. It seemed like Anna could read his thoughts and used them just to enrage and humiliate him. In fact, with all her seemingly unending powers, he was sure she could He wanted more then anything to fight back, to hit the manager, the customer and Anna, show his manliness, but he knew he would fail. He couldn’t contend with the magic, and after so many times fighting back and being beaten down, he felt helpless.

He obeyed, then embraced the stranger. It was a short man, dark hair and with facial hair that was somewhere between a five o’clock shadow and a thin beard. Ryan smiled as best he could, and kissed him as the man lifted him up, sat on a bench and deposited Ryan in his lap. Of course, his actual weight did not seem to matter, people could manhandle him easily thanks to the magic.

He finished soon, and waited for the next customer.

Ryan gasped, and his mouth hung open. He thought after all this time he couldn’t be surprised any more, but this was different.

The man in front of him was dressed head to toe in pink. Dyed pink hair with a pink bow, a pink dress ending in a short skirt, and light pink stockings up to his knees. He had a pink collar that attatched to a pink leash that a tall red haired woman held. Ryan had to look closely, but he was sure he even had pink contacts. Even after all he had seen, the look shocked Ryan.

“Oh ho ho,” the manager said. “Whose this little one?”

“Oh,” the woman replied. “He once was a customer. I heard him joking about a woman who came into my store. Strange brown haired woman holding a note book. She tried to buy some pink work out clothes, and he laughed and said people who wore pink shouldn’t be lifting weights, they should be in the kitchen. He then tried to leave and we found $10,000 worth of stolen cash in his bag.”

“I don’t know how that got there!” he shouted.

“SHHH!” she said, tugging his leash. “Anyway, this is his punishment.”

“Hey, I think I met that woman too!” A man passing by said. He was pulling a figure dressed all in latex who he repeatedly spanked with a rubber paddle.

“I remember that too! It was just before I met my Jeremy!” The manager said. He waved a hand. “Don’t worry about him, I take care of him. Now, is there something you wanted?”

“Go ahead sissy, ask the question.”

He pouted and blushed.


“Please sir, my mistress wants me to play with your sissy while she films,” he finally said.

“Awwww, and what is it you’d like to do?”

“I uhh…” he cut off.

“Thats ok, you can whisper it in my ear if you are shy.”

The blond sissy bent over. Ryan couldn’t help but stare as his skirt, much like Ryan’s, rode up to show his underwear. Those, too, were much like Ryan’s, with pink and floral decorations. However, unlike the thick diapers that were constantly taped to Ryan’s behind, the other sissy had thinner pull ups.

“Alirght,” the manger said. “With one condition. Since you are wearing pull ups while our little Ryan still needs diapers, you are clearly more mature. Therefore you have to be in charge. Is that ok?” He asked the leash holder, not the sissy.

“Sure! Just let me get my camera ready.”

Ryan blushed furiously. Whenever he thought things were as bad as they could get, Anna found a new low. This entire situation was designed to embarrass him and force him to acknowledge his position. Instead of the normal men and women who dominated him, now he had another sissy in front of him who still ended up controlling him.

The two had their fun, first forcing Ryan over the other’s lap for a spanking that hurt far more then his thin arms should have allowed and left Ryan in tears, then forcing him onto his lap for a make out session that was far more humiliating then any before. The other sissy seemed to love his newfound power, and groped at Ryan while holding him close.

Finally the ordeal was over, and Ryan stood back up for the next customer when he noticed a familiar face. “Morgan! Quick, Morgan!” he shouted.

His normal partner in punishment, herself dressed in baby blue overalls and waddling in what he could tell were well used diapers, came over.

“Do you have a moment?” he begged. “Please? I need some relief.”

She looked down the line. “Well… yes, I think I have some time. And then I won’t have to go around asking strangers for a change anymore.” She cut in line, but fortunately no one seemed to mind, and soon Ryan was seated on her lap instead as they pretended to make out.

“God you stink,” Ryan said, then felt horrible. They went through enough without making fun of each other. “Sorry,” he said.

“Its ok, I know. You look adorable by the way.” Ryan glared. “Hey, you said that, I get to reply.”

“What does that bitch have you doing now?” Ryan asked. No need to say who the ‘bitch’ was, and they both preferred not to say her name.

“SSSHHH!” She said. “She might hear you. Anyway, I’m supposed to go around begging people for a diaper change. If no one agrees by the time she gets me, its a night in a messy diaper.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been laughed at, mocked and spanked 8 times now. Usually its at least 10 before her game ends.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryan said. He tried to keep himself from blocking his nose. The smell was bad, but she had gone though enough embarrassment.

“I know. And I’m sorry for you too.” People came closer, and they began kissing. “How long are you here for?”

“Another two hours. Why?”

“I’m guessing she has both our ‘games’ ending at the same time. That means another hour and a half in this diaper at least, and its really full.”

“I know. I can ask if they’ll let me change you. It will give us both a break.”

“No, I don’t think Anna would let that. She’s pretty strict about babies not touching diaper tapes, remember. Thanks though.”

“This really is unfair. We didn’t do anything!”

“Didn’t you grab her or something?”

Ryan sighed. “Yes but… that was a long time ago.”

“How do you think she gets all these crowds constantly? How many people with a kink for traps could there possibly be?”

Ryan winced at the word ‘trap’ and she apologized. He continued “yes, and why do they all have cameras?”

“Well it is 2019 Ryan.”

“Oh right…”

“Thats pretty normal Ryan.”


“People have cell phones Ryan.”

“Are you two done?” the manger asked, and they stopped talking.

They went back to kissing. After a few minutes Morgan’s time was declared over. She stood up and grimaced at Ryan helplessly, shrugging her shoulders as if to apologize as the next man grabbed him.

“Whoah!” the manger said, waving a hand in front of his nose. “You sure do smell! Say, do you want a change?”

“Uhh sure,” Morgan replied.

“Does everyone want to see this baby get her diaper changed!”

The line cheered their approval.

“Why don’t you help out widdle Ryan here by letting people feed you bottles. Do it for an hour and twenty five minutes, and we’ll change you right on this stage!”

“What I…” Morgan looked at Ryan. They both knew what she was expected to say. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

The manger, ecstatic with the new addition, began calling more people to the crowed. He waved his arms like a circus vendor and shouted. “You there, come watch our show! You too! You, girl, whats your name?”

A long haired, short brunette stopped. “Me? I’m Sierra.”

“Well Sierra, do you want to see our big baby girl get her diaper changed?”

The girl went pale and and shook her head in disgust. “No, why would I want that?”

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Its a free show for all.”

“No, sorry, bye! What the hell…” she walked off quickly.

Sierra got as far from the line up as possible. There was far too much of that recently in her opinion. That had once been a normal coffee shop, and now it was over run with odd kinks. The entire world had gone mad, suddenly filled with adult diapers and bondage gear, and she couldn’t understand why.

She walked though the streets carefully and glanced at the map on her phone. A lot had changes recently, and she barely recognized areas she had been though dozens of times. It was all very odd. New stores opening up constantly, often kink, or selling odd things, old stores changing, festivals popping up out of no where, markets opening where there once had been buildings, giant screens appearing that showed candid camera acts of people humiliating themselves, and no one seemed to know where they came from. Without her map, it was easy to get lost despite having lived in the city all her life. More and more often she saw stores sell adult diapers, often along with giant pacifiers and bottles. When they didn’t, it was paddles and ropes.

“Excuse me.” A man stood beside her, holding another by a leash. The first was dressed in a suit and tied and had dark, short cropped hair. The other, smaller one was wearing a white shirt and baby blue short shorts, and had fake animal ears coming out of his bushy hair. He also had thick gloves and pads on her knees, which surprised Sierra. The speaker indicated a bench beside her

“Ummm ok,” she said, and moved out of his way.

“No no no HELP!” the other, smaller man said as the first man sat down and pulled him forward by the leash. He was forced over the lap of the other, still kicking and pleading.

Sierra saw a tail coming out a hole in the back of his shorts, and when the leash holder pulled them down, she saw it coming right out of his… she gasped. The larger man began spanking, quickly reducing his pet to tears.

“Now, will you be a good boy?”

“Yes sir!”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your little puppy sir!”

“Good. Now stop walking like a bad boy and crawl like a good pet.” He helped the other down and pulled up his shorts, leading his tail through. He ban to ‘walk him,’ and Sierra finally saw the reason for the pads on his knees.

She shuddered, and kept walking.

She reached her destination, a clothing store called MacLarens, and glanced in the window. Her stomach turned. Definitly NOT what she was looking for, and another victim of the odd changes. Gentrification? No, it wasn’t the right word, not all of it was expensive. Kinkification? Perhaps. The mannequins in the window of what had once been a normal clothing store now showed the frilliest, most colorful dresses she had ever seen. She tried to place the the look… Lolita, maybe? It took her a second to realize that the mannequins were all male mannequins. Looking closer she noticed even more- locked collars, leashes, some had cuffs. Two of the mannequins even held up their skirts. One showed bright red lingerie and the other, she had to double check to make sure, wore a thick diaper with translucent pink plastic pants over them, locked in place.

She was still staring when she noticed something else. The hand that was holding up the skirt shook slightly. She looked closer and realized it was locked in place. She stood closer, and gasped in horror. There was a hand underneath it- not a mannequins hand, but a real one, covered in plastic and only visible through the cracks in the joints. She followed the arm which she now saw was real, held in key locations by cleverly hidden locks. She looked up at the face and saw eyes moving, staring down at her. It wasn’t a mannequin- it was a man tied so well he couldn’t move, passed off as one.

She backed away, shaking her head. Had someone volunteered to do that? She had seen a lot of odd things recently- people being paid to act like animals, pull carts as horses, act as ‘pets’ in houses or petting zoos, people crossed dressed, walking around in underwear, getting spanked, dressed up like babies, and she had even heard that the town was allowing for new kinds of punishments for small time criminals along the same lines. But this… this was a lot. Why would he let it happen?

There was shouting beside her. Someone was being pushed out of the door.

“This… this isn’t what I wanted! Give me back my other clothes!” She could tell the person speaking was a man from his voice, but nothing else. What he wore clearly came from the store. A white and red dress, buckled with straps over his shoulders, hung barely past his waste over long thick stockings. From his figure he even seemed to be wearing a corset and padding at his chest. He began tugging at the outfit, but it didn’t budge. “How do I get this off!”

“Now now,” a large woman standing in the doorway said, "We will send instructions on dressing and undressing to your house. We can’t have you taking that off here and walking home in your panties, though I do think that would be a pretty sight.

“I didn’t agree to any of this! I don’t want this!” he complained.

“Yes, actually you did. You got a coupon for a free wardrobe in exchange for helping us with advertisement. Thats 10 outfits, a lot of money you can’t pay back, and a signed agreement. The only thing you have to do is wear them publicly and appear on our billboards. Letting us dress you and taking your old clothes was part of the agreement, since you won’t be needing them. Its a good deal, and its not our problem that the store changed owners since you signed it.”

“Its not a good deal! They were normal clothes before! I can’t walk around like this!”

“Would you prefer to switch positions with your friend then?” she pointed to the man in the window. “Our new mannequin will fulfill his role in a few weeks, and only a few hours a day! You can take over after that.”

He gulped. “No, not that.”

“Then have a good walk home,” the woman said, and the man walked away grumbling. The woman then looked at Melissa. “How about you? Do you want any new clothes? We have some great deals on if you’re willing to work.”

“No, no, I…” Sierra held her hands up defensivly.

“Really? Its a good idea. Why don’t you come here…”

“No, thanks I have to go.” Sierra turned and walked away as quickly as she could.

She crossed the street, turned a corner, and looked at her phone. She tried to find MacLarens, but it was gone. The new store, called “Stacey’s Boutique,” was in its place. She shook her head, it was as if the entire thing changed in seconds.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?”

“What?” Sierra asked.

A stranger was standing in front of her. She was a taller woman with long brown hair, and held a large notebook labelled “Karma.” She was pointing at the Lolita dressed man she had seen earlier. “The changes. There have been so many fun changes to this town, all so much fun. Isn’t everything perfect?”

She made a sour face. “I don’t know if I like them. Its weird.”

The other woman raised her eyebrows. “Oh no? So what, its all awful? Whats so bad about it?”

“Well, just like this store around the corner. It used to be one of my favorite clothing stores, plenty of good deals, and now its some kind of kink store.I was afraid to go in.”

“You mean Stacey’s Boutique?,” she said, sounding shocked. “You mean to tell me you’re talking bad about Stacey’s Boutique? What, its not good enough for you? Its perfect!” If Sierra didn’t know any better, she’d say the woman sounded offended.

“No, its not that it isn’t good enough for me, just not for me. I mean, the dresses were fine I suppose, but the locks and diapers were weird. I just needed pants!”

The woman laughed. “Ah, so diapers aren’t 'for you?” We will see about that. She turned and walked away.

“What?” Sierra said, but didn’t get an answer.

She took out her phone and put in ‘clothing store.’ She sorted through them until she found one that wasn’t kink based, and started walking toward it.

The store wasn’t too far, but it was a decent walk. She didn’t mind however, and hummed, trying to forget the odd events from earlier. She passed a stand of free newspapers and took one, idly wondering how rare it was to see them those days.

She looked at the headlines. “Doctors Baffled By Sudden Increase in Adult Incontinence. Mayor Asked For Comment, Responds by Asking For A Bottle” She shook her head. She opened to the buisness section. “Sales of Adult Diapers, Kink Products, Skyrocket. How to Invest.” She through it to the side and flipped through the rest, but it was all the same. Fashion- “What Dresses Look Best on Your Man, and How To Get Him To Wear Them,” opinion, “Spankings- Hand or Paddle? You Decide!” The entertainment section was filled with kink porn, the books were ‘how toos’ for dominating submissives, the comics were all dirty. She shuddered and threw it away, then kept walking. How could anyone be a part of that?

Her stomach grumbled. She put a hand to it, wondering why.

It grumbled again, and she bent over moaning. The worse cramps she had felt in her life suddenly hit her, and she struggled to keep moving. She took a step, and another wave of cramps hit.

At the same time, her bladder began to ache. She tried to think of what she had drank or eaten to make this all happen at once, but couldn’t remember anything. She hadn’t even had her normal coffee, and now she was in desperate need of a bathroom, and fast.

She looked around. Almost all the buildings around her appeared residential and had scaffolding and tape around them, so there was no help there. However, she picked out one store, and ran toward it.

“Please! Where is your bathroom!” she pleaded.

The large, short haired woman at the counter looked at her slowly and laughed. “Oh, we don’t have a bathroom here, sorry.”

“No bathroom? Please, I’ll pay to use the worker’s one.”

She laughed again. “No, I don’t think so. There isn’t a public bathroom for… why, for blocks! Everything is under construction, they need to make room for all the new businesses opening up.”

“How! That doesn’t make sense! You go all day without using a toilet?”

The woman, still moving slowly, put a hand to her chin and thought. Sierra cringed, on the break of exploding in her pants. “Now that you mention it, I suppose it is strange. Never really thought of it.”

Sierra was sweating. “Well, I need something. Anything! Please!”

The woman put a hand to her chin and thought for a moment again. She then raised a finger. “You know whats popular these days? Them adult diapers. We’ve been selling a lot of them. Never understood it myself, then again, I don’t get most fads, but I bet it would help you.” She left the desk and walked to a display, where Sierra saw bags and bags of gigantic diapers.

“No, I,” she stopped at another cramp. “I don’t need diapers!”

“Oh nonsense, no need to be embarrassed. I can see you’re about to need something. What, are you too good for diapers?”

“What!? No, I’ll be fine,” Sierra knew the words were lies as she said them.

The woman opened a package. “Whats wrong? Here, I’ll help you into it. You clearly need it!”

“NO! I don’t need diapers!” She shouted “I don’t like these were $*&% thing! I won’t!”

As soon as the words left her lips, Sierra knew she was proving herself wrong. First she felt the front of her pants get warm, and fluid fell down her pant legs. She stood, too frightened to move, as her bladder emptied itself. Just as she thought it couldn’t get worse, she heard a loud sounded, and sobbed as she felt a much worse, much thicker warm mush fill the back of her pants.

She could have cried if she wasn’t in shock. There she was, a grown adult, helplessly wetting and messing her pants, right after loudly announcing she didn’t need to.

She suddenly became aware of how crowded the store was. People were staring- a lot of people. Her shouting had already attracted their attention, and now they watched her disprove her own claims. At first they were shocked into silence as well, but as soon as she felt the last of the mush and fluid come into her pants, they burst out laughing.

The large women approached her, tsking at her pants. “Look at that mess! And to think, you were arguing that you didn’t need diapers. Lay down.” She began to guide Sierra to the floor, and she was too ashamed to fight back.

Sierra closed her eyes as the woman removed her pants. She backed away and waved a hand in front of her nose. “Disgusting. And how old are you? Never mind, I suppose its ok. People seem to do this a lot more, I just wish you were mature enough to admit you needed diapers.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sierra heard herself say. She lay immobile as the woman grabbed a box of wipes and cleaned her off. She whimpered as she saw her open up a thick, white adult diaper, but didn’t argue. The woman lay it under her, powdered her, and and lifted the padding between her legs. Sierra’s heart sank as she became into taped into the humiliating plastic garment.

“Now,” the woman said. “I don’t suppose you’ll want these pants back?” She held up the ruined pants, and Sierra shook her head. She deposited them along with the sued wiped into a grocery bag.

“Do you sell pants?” Sierra asked.

She shook her head. “Sorry, closest place for pants is… why, not for blocks!” Sierra cursed inwardly at the repeated phrase.

The woman then helped Sierra to her feet, and she stood uncomfortably, trying to get used to the unfamiliar padding between her legs. She hated it. The feeling of having her legs forced apart, the crinkling as she moved, and of course the look of it, all embarrassed her.

“That will be $30.99 girl, for the 15 diapers.”

Sierra nodded sadly and took the bag.

“But don’t worry! Its a special deal! It comes with wipes! Oh, and a teddy bear and pacifier!” She handed put the wipes in Sierra’s bag, then placed the pacifier in her mouth and the bear in her arms. Sierra felt her eyes widen. She considered protesting, but remembered how her last argument went. She turned and saw the people in the store snickering, and ran out the door.

Betty watched the now diapered brunette waddle out of the store. She stopped in the doorway, gasped and bent over, then shouted “Not again!” and began running

Betty shook her head. Kids these days were so strange. Still, she supposed she saw the use. At that moment, she herself needed to use a toilet. She put a sign on the counter and excused herself, then went out the side door and too the porta potty beside the building. She stopped. She supposed the girl could have used this instead. She sighed. Too late now.

She entered it herself. As was normal now, there was a stack of diapers beside the toilet, and room for a changing table.

She picked one up and felt the smooth plastic. She supposed she could understand the reason. It was convenient, and looked cute. She began rubbing the plastic.

It felt WONDERFUL. She never realized that before. She opened it up and felt the inside, which was even better. Smooth, soft… She had never even considered it before. Why did it seem so great now?

She pulled down her pants and underwear, lifted the diaper between her legs, and almost gasped. It was the most comfortable underwear she had ever wore. These kids were onto something. She grabbed the powder beside the diaper stack and shook some in, and fell in love with the smell. She taped the diaper on snugly and began rubbing the front of it. She had to stop herself from moaning.

She stopped. There was commotion back in the store. She could hear voices shouting.

She looked at the toilet in the porta potty, then pulled up her pants. She supposed she wouldn’t necessarily need them any more. She waddled back into the store, loving how the diaper crinkled and how it forced her legs apart. She went back behind the counter and removed the sign.

A large, muscular man was pulling a brunnete woman. He had a hand at her wasite, and Better could see that he was pulling her red thong underwear up into a harsh wedgie that almost lifted her off the ground and dragging her by it.

“No please! Don’t make me!” the girl pleaded.

“Now Jordan, I warned you. You go around flashing your butt around to everyone, and I’ll give you a reason not to!”

“Please! It was an accident!”

“Oh yeah? Maybe the first time, but the second? The tenth? Admit it, you love showing that butt of yourse,” he reached back and grabbed her short skirt, pulling it up to reveal a thong. She whined and pleaded, but couldn’t budge his hands. He spanked her hard. From the bright red hand prints on her ass, Betty determined it wasn’t the first time she had been spanked.

“Oh!” She shouted.

He pulled her toward the diaper display. “See these? This is what you’ll be wearing from now on.”

“No please! Don’t do this to me!” She pulled away from him, and he pulled her in.

"Yes, you will. This was our agreement, and you signed a contract saying I could make these decisions. So now any time you want to show other guys your butt they’ll see your adorable little pampers and ask if you need a change. Its a good thing you only were these short skirts, they will make it much easier to check you.

“No, please, I’m not a baby,” she said.

“Don’t even tempt me with that or I’ll find you a pacifier and a onesie too. Besides, plenty of people wear diapers these days, they’ll just think its another of your 'fashion statements.”

Jordan sobbed as he grabbed a pack of diapers. He turned to Betty. “I need two more things. Do you have a toy section and a place to change her?”

“Sure thing!” Betty said. “Just over there and there!” She pointed, and the man followed her hands. This lead to another burst of shouting and pleading as he reached the toy section, then whining as he reached the change rooms.

Finally, he reappeared, leading a much more subdued Jordan by the hand. She looked down, and Betty could see the thick diaper peaking out from under her skirt, and more over it going up to her belly button.

“Happy about your short skirts now?”

“Now sir.”

“Well you should be. You wanted attention, now you’ll sure get a lot of it.”

He paid for the items, then took her to the door. As they reached it he took something out of his pocket. Jordan shook her head quickly, but he ignored her. He pressed a button, and she squealed. He lead her out the door.

Betty turned to the next customer, and pressed another hand against her diaper. She’d need more of them. There were a lot of strange things happening in this town, and she didn’t understand a lot of them, but she supposed they weren’t all bad.

Jordan growled as she was almost lifted off the ground by the back of her diaper and pulled along. How could the tapes be that strong? Whats more, why were they that easily available? Why did no one stop him from doing this to her?

She felt his hand slap the back of the padding hard. “Don’t be naughty. No growling. This is what you get.”

She sighed. After repeatedly trying to change his mind or out muscle him and finding it come to nothing, she had given up. “Yes sir,” she said. They passed by more buildings, all of which had more kink gear in their windows. Ropes, chains, leashes, paddles, and, oddest of all, massive displays of adult diapers and kink outfits. What was going on in the city? She could almost console herself that she was far from the only person she knew wearing them, it had just about become a trend. At that point she was glad she wasn’t one of ‘them,’ the new fad she called the ‘babies,’ but it seemed that hope was gone.

In fact, there were two of them coming toward her. One was wearing a short dress covered with bows and frills which bounced up enough to display her diapers. She looked closer, and realized she couldn’t tell if it was a woman or a cross dressed man, which was common enough now as well. The other was definitively a woman, and was wearing overalls with a clear bulge around her waist and walked with an exaggerated waddle. They were holding hands and talking to each other.

“Do you think she’ll know we worked together?” the one in the dress said.

“I hope not,” the other replied.

They both stopped and looked at her as she passed. “Another one. She’s really gone off the deep end.”

“Of all the people in the world to get that note book, it had to be Anna.”

Jordan’s eyes went wide. She remembered the girl with the note book. She had met her just before all these things started happening, and she had upset her by not liking the kink store. Could it be the same person? “Wait!” she shouted. “Who is Anna!?”

The picked up their pace and hurried away without looking back. Jordan tried to go after them but felt a sharp, painful tug on the back of her diaper, forcing her forward. She gave one sad look back at the couple, then continued on. What a strange, horrible time to be in.

Anna twirled in the streets, arms out to the side. One held her wonderful notebook, the other her pen. It was all so perfect. Everywhere she looked she saw wonderful things. Wonderful stores, people in wonderful outfits, wonderful situations. She put her hands into to her chest and hugged the book. All for her. She danced to imaginary music.

She opened the book and frowned. Only a few pages left. No matter, she told herself. The store kept saying they had no more but would soon fix the problem, and if not, she’d find a way around it. She kissed the book. There must be a way to use it to prolong her powers.

She then heard the loud, now familiar sound of one of her targets being spanked. The rhythm of the smacks and the sound of the cries was music to her ears. She didn’t even know where it was coming from, and probably wouldn’t recognize the person if she saw it. She just loved that these things happened so regularly now, she could barely walk through the city without seeing something she’d enjoy.

She spread her arms out and went back to twirling and dancing, praying that someone would make fun of it just to give her another excuse. No one could touch her, as long as she had the book she was invincible. What a wonderful time to be in. Everything was perfect.

Anna hummed to herself as she skipped down the street. Her arms were full of new purchases, all from stores she had created through the power of her book. Some were for herself- clothes, games, and gadgets- while others were for her toys- paddles, bondage gear, diapers and dresses. They wouldn’t appreciate the gifts of course, but she knew what she wanted, and she was in charge. Really, they are all gifts for herself, she supposed, but others would be using them.

She twirled and let her black skirt flare up. She didn’t really need to go shopping, of course. The outfit she wore had been conjured by her magic. Long stockings, a tight, trim black dress, and a black conical hat left no confusion over what she was. She was a witch, and proud of it. When it pleased her she dressed accordingly, tweaking the classic outfit for a much more fashionable variation. She had even made herself a flying broomstick, but also enjoyed walking to see how much better the city was now that she was in charge.

She sighed thinking about it. All the dirty, dusty streets cleaned up. Old, ugly stores replaced with newer, kinkier ones. Common boring crowds replaced with people in colorful, exciting ones. She was proud of her work. She even considered having the city renamed- Annaville fit it much better now. Perhaps she should have a parade to herself. She took out the book and began writing. A monthly parade, with her as the centerpiece walking… no, on a float… no… both? Perhaps walking one way and on the float back, both times as people cheered and threw gifts at her, praising her for the brilliant work she did. It end in a massive fair where people would tell stories of her accomplishments. She giggled with joy. What a wonderful idea.

She approached the door to her home, which was now a sprawling manor. Thick stone walls with Gothic decorations and turrets on either side, suitable for a powerful witch like herself, and deserved by what she had given to the city. Her favorite parts, however, were still inside.

The door opened as she got nearer. She could have done it with magic, but she had a better way now.

“Thank you doorman,” she said to the man encased in marble behind it. At first glance he looked like a Romanesque marble statue, flexing and bend slightly at the waist. However, on closer inspection, his arms were mobile, there was a hinge on the mouth to allow him to be fed, and his tearing, panicked eyes peeked out through holes to a screen that showed when anyone approached.

“MMMM!” He shouted, the terrified sound muffled by the stone.

"You are getting much better at this,’ Anna said. As she spoke she reached around to the fourth, and final difference between it and a regular statue, and probably her favorite. More muffled shouts of terror came as she opened the back of it, exposing his bottom, still bright red from the last time she opened it. She raised her hand high as if to spank him, but at the last moment brought her hand down gently and rubbed him. “I’m glad to see you are learning after the last few times you were too slow.” She patted his bottom. “Now, lets how this entire ordeal teaches you to hold open doors for pretty young ladies, yes? Especially when those ladies happen to be all powerful witches?”

“MMM” came the reply, and Anna walked on. She had no intention of keeping him there long. A few weeks, then she’d release him and just use her magic or find someone else to torment. He was there until she was sure he learned his lesson, or she got bored. Depending on how she felt, he’d either end up back at his regular life, or with another caretaker to ensure he stayed good. The same could be said for the army of maids, servants, decorations, pets, and other submissive that filled her mansion at different points. A ‘pet’, a woman in a tight fighting leather bodysuit with a tail and a dog’s mask came crawling dutifully toward her and begged for a treat, as she was trained to do. Anna petted her and fed her a dog cookie. She turned to a short skirted maid, who cradled a woman in a diaper and onesie and fed her a bottle.

“Jessie?” she said.

“Yes?” said the maid, whose really name was Jeremy.

“When you are done feeding and changing that baby, be a good little girl and take our puppy for a walk. A long one, I think she is restless.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

Anna smiled to herself. She loved her odd, changing family. Unlike her first toys, they were all taken in to fit their roles perfectly. Anna considered their new positions in life to be punishments themselves, so treated them as what they were. The baby was treated just like a baby, the dog just like a dog, the maid just like a maid, with only the occasional spanking to keep them in their places for the time they spent with her. Well, that and the reminder that things could always be much worse. She passed by a ‘decoration’- a man and a woman in lasting, stationary bondage, each limb encased in black latex and unmoving. They wouldn’t be there very long at all, but long enough to be seen by the other toys. Of course, the decorations still weren’t the lowest someone could fall.

She opened a large double door into her favorite, and only permanent, part of her new ‘family.’ While the others had there roles and were merely mad to fit, Ryan and Morgan never had that security. They were being punished constantly, and Anna prided herself on finding new ways to humiliate them every day. Any complaint from the others, and all Anna had to do was mention they could join her permanent pets, and she knew she’d expect obedience. The others might describe their time as being treated as a baby, or a pet, or a maid, but all Ryan and Morgan could say is they were constantly humiliated.

They moaned as Anna entered. “Now now, that’s no way to react when your mommy comes in. I could keep you like that for months you know,” she said. They both strained to look at her in despair.

(More coming soon. There will be a bunch of shorter sections posted in quick succession, followed by one much longer one, so expect a follow up every 1-2 days)

Their current torture was one of her favorites. The idea came after finding out they had been secretly working together to lesson the effect of her games. She knew Morgan had been visiting Ryan on his sissy kiss days and taking a long time with him so fewer people could play with him. She also knew Ryan had ended up being the one to give Morgan her public diaper changes on more then one occasion, and barely teased her at all for it. She had even seen them holding hands and encouraging each other as they went about their daily games. However, the worse was when she found out what they called her behind her back- awful names, not fitting to someone as great as she was.

She decided she needed a way to get them working against each other. The plan was simple. Each sub wore only a t shirt and thin diaper. Blue for Morgan, and pink for Ryan as usual. They were gagged with pacifiers that forced them to breath only threw their noses. She then had them timed up, arms and legs wrapped around each other, and faces pushed right into each other’s diapers, laying sideways on a cushion on her dinning room table . She gave them a double dose of laxatives and a bottle of water, and let time to the rest. Tonight they’d serve as the centerpiece to to dinner for all her toys, and as a solid warning to see what happens if anyone plotted against her. Everyone knew of course, she had them filmed from multiple angles and broadcast on television and online, but she thought the up close and personal version would help drive the lesson home.

“So, did my two little stinkies have fun? A nice relaxing day?” Anna teased. She reached around and patted each of their diapers. “Tsk tsk! Both of you are soaked! Not very nice to pee on your little friends like that.”

“MMM MMM!” came the reply as both shouted angrily into their pacifier gags and glared at her. Anna responded by giving each a sharp spank.

“Now now, don’t get feisty with me. I’m not the one who wet your diapers for you. Now, I wonder whats next?”

Almost on cue, she heard a long, drawn out fart followed by a whimper. Morgan’s look of disgust pointed to Ryan as the culprit, and Anna reach down and began rubbing his stomach. “Aww, is poor widdle Ryan brewing a stinky? Not very nice to do that when Morgan’s face is under your diapered bum bum!” He groaned and let out another. Anna beamed down at them. She had timed her shopping trip perfectly. She had arrived just in time to watch her favorite part, and couldn’t be more excited.

Another sound, this time from Morgan, and Ryan gagged. “Huuuhh! You too?” Anna sad in mock surprise. “It will be too bad if you both mess and everyone has to sit and eat dinner around a pair of stinky babies! That must be really embarrassing for you. It won’t be fun being fed your buh-buhs when all you can smell is each others poopy diapers!”

She giggled as she watched them. Both were moaning now and struggling as they let farts out into their diapers. She rubbed their bottoms and patted them, forcing them to let more gas out.

She paused and stood back. It wasn’t enough. Sure, this was fun, and was about to get better, but she had humiliated them enough in so many different ways, it almost got old. Even having their faces shoved into each others diapers wasn’t that far- she tied them both up over their own dirty diaper buckets on multiple occasions. Watching them suffer wasn’t doing as much.

She took out her book and began writing. “Both Ryan and Morgan have the mess inside them doubled.” Instantly both their eyes went wide and their stomachs expanded, and they groaned and struggled harder the sounds coming from their diapers increased.

Not enough. “I want a screen to show the live video of them with tens of thousands of views and going viral.” A telivision screen appeared on each wall and showed them exactly that. They could barely see the screen over the top of each others diapers, but they realized what it was, and blushed deeper.

Still not enough. She took out the book and thought. She wanted to try a new approach. “I want to know what both are thinking.”

Instantly the book began to fill with words. She read them happily, and her smile turn into a frown.

“F##@ that B!#$ Anna!” Ryan thought. “What sort of sick game is this?”

Morgan wasn’t much better. “Damn Anna! If I ever get out I’ll make her pay!”

“No no no,” Anna said. They were supposed to be mad at each other, not her. She thought, and wrote again. “Add more to each of their stomachs.”

Ryan moaned. He let out a long, wet fart, followed by the unmistakable sounds of him messing his diaper. Morgan squealed and tried to turn her head away. It continued rushing out, and Anna watched with glee as the white plastic back panel turned brown and inflated. “Awww, did the widdle baby mess up his pampers right in Morgan’s face? Not very nice!”

She looked down at the book, and almost threw it in frustration. Morgan was clearly disgusted, and Ryan was humiliated, but neither blammed each other. “I wish I could make Anna smell this, she seems to like it so much,” Morgan thought. Ryan was worse. “Uggg again! Why is Anna such a pervert? She LIKES this!?”

Morgan’s train of thought suddenly switched. “Uh oh, oh god no I hate this part. I’m sorry Ryan! Ew ew ew!” Another long blast, this time coming from Morgan, as her diaper became filled. Ryan gagged, but both their thoughts sent the hate to Anna. “At least she’ll have to change this,” Morgan said.

Anna seethed with frustration. “Both will feel an invisible hand spanking them hard until dinner!” She scratched out 'until dinner" and wrote “All night.” Both yelped and shouted in pain as the felt it.

“Huh, like that stink butts?” Anna shouted at them. She reached down and began rubbing the messes in their diapers. “Like that too? I’ll show you to think those things, after all I’ve done for you!”

She opened the book again. More hatred, along with both of them realizing she was reading their thoughts. Anna growled and gritted her teeth. “Both will think of how wonderful I am and that this is all deserved and for their own good. They’ll both think they are better off with me.”

The thoughts appeared in their minds. However, they both stood out as if italicized. The writing was the same as the rest, but it didn’t follow the rest of their rhythms. They both instantly dismissed them and realized it had come from Anna. Anna shouted angrily. How did both see through her brilliant schemes? There was no way a pair of diapered subs could out think her. “Both will think that they were natural thoughts and not from me.” Again the thought appeard in both, and again it clearly didn’t fit.

“Is Anna really stupid enough to think this will work?”

“Oh god, she’s really desperate at this point. Why would anyone here like what she’s doing?”

Anna shouted in frustration. They were mocking her! Her! The all powerful witch! She wrote in the book, and both their stomachs suddenly expanded again, then deflated as their diapers filled further. “Take that, you dumb babies,” she said.

Anna laughed as the smell filled her nose. If it was that bad from where she was standing, she could only imaging how bad it was for them. She looked down at them, both desperate from the itch and gagging on the smell, both with eyes beginning to tear from the spanking. She took solace that even as they mocked her, she could do whatever she wanted to them. The both groaned as still more mush poured into their diapers.

She looked down at the book to see their reaction. The page she was on was filled out with thoughts. She flipped to the next one, which was also filled. A cold sweat went down her temples. It had filled up much faster then she expected. She flipped through more and more, and finally saw the end on the last page, with more words still coming out.

In a panic, she wrote “Stop showing their thoughts!”

The writing stopped with barely any lines left. She bit her fingers and wondered what to do. She had tried writing more books into existence, but none of them had the same power. She had tried giving herself other magic powers, but they always only worked the first time she wrote it down. She thought. “Anna will be made into the Magic Witch Queen of Annaville, known all over and respected for what she has done. People will serve her and praise her every day.”

She laughed. She took out her wallet with her old employment card. She watched as the words on her card changed. Name: Queen Anna, Job: Magic Witch, Location: Annaville. She laughed. With the political power and respect she deserved, she wouldn’t need the magic.

With one more line left, she wrote, “People will love me and let me do what I want to them.”

As she finished writing, the book began glowing. It rose up out of her hands and hovered. The pages began flipping backwards to the beginning, and it slammed shut.

A strong wind came through, and the doors to her dining room flew open.

“Well well well, if it isn’t miss Want-to-Be-A-Witch.”

It took Anna a moment to recognize the clerk from the wicca store. She had the same long dark hair, but this time it was combed back and shone. Her torn clothes were replaced with a long black dress held together with silver pendants, and she had a tall silken witches hat.

“Its… its you! The clerk!” Anna blurted out.

She smiled smugly. “Yes. And also a witch. As in, an ACTUAL witch. I see you got through that book?”

“Yes, I uhh… I wanted to get a new one, but you were always out.”

She shook her head. “You only get one.” She held up the book. “These books are our way of testing to see if anyone has what it takes to be a witch. Some pass, most fail, but dear, I’ve never seen someone fail as bad as you.”

Anna got angry. “Hey now wait a minute! I didn’t know I was being tested! And what do you mean failed? My work was amazing!”

She raised an eyebrow. "Really? DO you even know what Karma means, dumb dumb? It means “the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences.”

Anna stared blankly. “So… what I did was punishing people for bad stuff they had done?”

She rolled her eyes. “That means you have to repay everything in her. Most people smarten up and at least put some good things in her, and even if they don’t become witches or wizards they end up with a few gifts. Look at this stuff you wrote. A year in diapers. A week getting spanked every day. A month being treated as a dog. A day locked in immobile bondage. You know you have to repay all this stuff?”

Anna gulped. “But… they deserved it.”

She glared. “You once had a guy publicly spanked, diapered, messed, changed, and adopted because you liked the look of his butt. This was a tool to improve the world, not live out fetishes.”


“Now, we have to undo all the damage you did. First thing first,” she snapped her fingers. There was a rocking, and the walls began to slide and change. The table and decorations disappeared, the double door dissolved, and a far window got closer. It took Anna a moment to realize she was standing in her old home.

“Oh, and how dare you sully the proud name of our coven. You’re not a witch queen, you’re a wantabe spoiled little princess playing dress up.” She snapped her fingers again, and Anna’s outfit changed to a light pink dress. She felt her the hat on her head shrink, and she turned to see it in the mirror. The brim canished, tassels grew out of it, and the word “Witch Queen” was replaced with “Dumb Witch Wannabe.” It was a personalized dunce cap, she realized.

“You can’t make me wear this! I still have my political powers, and my subs…”

“Oh I let them go. Speaking of,” She snapped her fingers, and Morgan and Ryan were standing up. She snapped again, and Morgan’s clothes changed into a pair of jeans and red t shirt.

“Go and join the others,” she said to Morgan. “You’ll forget this when we are done today.”

Morgan looked from her to Anna, and ran off. “Haha take that Anna!” she shouted.

Ryan figited and raised his hand. “Ummm excuse me Ms. Witch? What about me?”

“Yes, what about you?”

“Well you said you’d let us go.”

“I said I’d let Morgan go.”

“What? Why not me?”

She tapped the book, and it flew open. “‘Anna wets herself in public. She is spanked a hundred times. No, two hundred. She messes and wets her clothes. She loses her money and ends working a humiliating job where she is constantly mocked and teased, then made to wear skimpy clothes and flirt with people who harass her. My boss needs to lose his job and take one just like what he put me in, cross dressed and humiliated. The woman who first spanked me is spanked the same way every day for a year. All the guys who hit on me experience the same thing. Everyone who…’”

Ryan gulped.

“Remember writing that? Bet you are glad you didn’t finish that sentence. Just like Anna, you have to repay every bit of what you wrote. Besides, you weren’t quite as innocent in all this as Morgan was. So, you are going to be punished too.”

“No, please, I’ll…”

“Quiet!” a pacifier gag suddenly filled his mouth. “Anna did get some ideas correct. Anyway, Anna,” she turned to the now terrified girl. “You were a tricky case because of all the changes you made. We need to undo it all, and let people get their retribution. Meanwhile, you are going to repay all this, and I know the perfect place for you to do it. But for now,” she snapped her fingers, and Anna began to float. “I’m going to have a bit of fun.”

A thick, floral printed diaper appeared in the air in front of Anna. “Noo!” she shouted. “Please I’m sorry!” She was cut off by a gag, and found herself stuck down, back on the table. Her legs were suspended in a V shape into the air, and the diaper began to tape itself to he. Ryan began to float as well . Anna shook his head as he floated over and the dark stained pink plastic of his diaper came down slowly onto her face. It squished and settled, and soon all her senses were filled by the disgusting punishment. She could here Ryan himself whimper in humiliation, but the sight, smell, and the warm feel of him was was overwhelming. She dreaded even trying to open her mouth to beg for it to end, as she worried the taste would come in as well. Worse still, she felt her own stomach grumble, and knew all to well what it meant.

Anna squirmed and cried. This could not be happening. Yes it was fun when she was doing it as the dom, but now… this was horrible. The smell made of Ryan’s diaper made her gag, and the knowledge she herself was being diapered was horrifyingly humiliating, especially after having just crowned herself the Witch Queen. A screen appeared in front of her eyes, showing a perfect few of her legs and diaper.

The doorbell rang, and the door opened. In the screen, she saw the witch produce a heavy paddle from thin air.

“I figured I’d begin your payback with a nice, fun activity that will let you burn a lot of your karma at once. So, every single person you harassed is now going to get to see you like this and spank your diapered behind. Ryan can get his own revenge through his diaper in your face. Sound fun?”

Anna shouted into the gag and diaper as a massive line of people began to fill into the room, Morgan at the head. By the time the first spank fell, the first of hundreds, Anna was already crying.

Anna squirmed, trying to get comfortable in her stroller. It was impossible, she knew, but the ache was unbearable.

As it was, the diapers she was forced to wear kept her constantly bothered, rubbing up against her with no relief. The problem only got worse when she was forced into one of the multiple childish ways she was kept locked up- her car seat, her bouncer, and now, the stroller, each with its own hard plastic locks or straps running between her legs to ensure there was no escape. It got worse still when her diapers were given extra layers, or her onesie was too tight. Finally, and the one that bothered her the most, it became worse in each of of the several times a day she was forced to wet or fill her diapers, leaving her not only bothered, but disgusted at her own mess. Now, being wrapped in several layers of diapers to last as long as possible, having gone hours without a change, in an all too small onesie, and strapped in her stroller, she would have done anything for relief. A new pain became obvious as the stroller passed from the smooth cement on the plaza and onto the rough, cracked sidewalk. The bouncing and shaking as it ran only itched her further, but still not allowing for relief. Anna whimpered.

“Awww is the poor baby crying? Want some snacks?” the giant woman taking care of her said. Anna shook her head, but was ignored as she was lifted out of the stroller and right onto the woman’s lap. She removed her pacifier, then opened her shirt and shoved her breast into Anna’s mouth. She sucked dutifully, knowing from experience that it would not end until she did. It at least gave her some relief from the stroller, but the woman’s knee bouncing was its own source of discomfort as she repeatedly squished into her own messy diaper.

“Not to hungry baby girl?” The woman lifted her up and sniffed the back of her diaper. She waved a hand in front of her face. “Whew! Well aren’t you a stinky butt today. But I already told you, no changes until bedtime, and thats only if your a good little girl. Any more complaining about your poopy diaper and you’ll have a nice trip over my knee, and you can be sure to sleep in the same diaper tonight. So be a good girl, ok?”

Anna nodded glumly. The woman put the pacifier back into her mouth and tied a set of straps behind her head. It wasn’t necessary, the threat of punishment was enough to convince Anna to keep it in, but between the strapped in pacifier, the locking plastic pants on her diapers, the locked finger less mittens on her hands, and the straps on her stroller, and the collar around her neck with a homing chip, it was clear they didn’t take chances with ‘littles,’ as Anna was known here.

The desperate girl was replaced in her stroller and locked in. The woman began pushing again, and Anna was once more overwhelmed with the vibrations.

She supposed she shouldn’t think of her as ‘the woman’ any more. It was clear what she was in this world, and had the name she was ordered to use. In the rules of this strange new world, oddly reminiscent of stories Anna read to fill her kinkiest moments before she got her magic, the woman was “Mommy.” She also had a “Daddy,” and a “big brother” and “big sister,” both multiple years her junior, but both with authority over her.

And it was a hard authority they had. In this world, almost any punishment visited by a giant upon a ‘little’ was considered fine, as long as it was in keeping with the theme of their constant infantalization. Any restraints people would have for actual children were dropped as they knew, in a way at least, that ‘littles’ were grown adults. People she met seemed to go back and forth between treating Anna as if she were an actual baby, completely helpless and innocent, and as if she were some kind of failed adult, deserving of punishment. It seemed to change to whatever would be most humiliating for Anna at the moment. Right now, based on the cooing, her “Mommy” saw her as a baby, but that might at any point turn into stern shouting, condemnation for being unable to keep her diapers clean ‘at her age,’ or long, painful spankings with various implements. Given she was being kept messy as a poorly defined ‘lesson,’ at least part of her acknowledged she was an adult, and decided she needed punishment.

The stroller bounced, and Anna got an extra strong whiff of her own diaper, making her gag. Her bottom began to itch, and she knew a rash was coming on top of the spanking she had received earlier. She had a doll with her in her stroller, and she cuddled it for comfort, trying to distract herself from her situation.

Realistically, this world wasn’t far off of many situations she had dreamed up before. However, every time she imagined it she was the dom, punishing her enemies with spanks and messy diapers as they cried helplessly. She had even done simmilar things to her own subs when she had power. Now, experiencing it herself, it was a different story. Months, even years into her punishment, she still groaned at the childish and humiliating outfits she was forced to wear, and the snickers and babble talk of giants around her. Right now, she was in a bright green onesie, covered with white and brown bears, a matching green bonnet, and bare legs down to soft green booties. She knew she looked ridiculous, but too the people around her, she was adorable.

The witch had told her she’d get out, eventually. Once her karma was served up, she’d return to her regular world. Now matter how long she served here she’d be back at her actual age, her life restored, and her magic undone, a fresh start. However, she was never told how long it would take. She tried to calculate how long she had to spend her based on the many humiliating situations she had doled out, but stopped when she realized she had sentence multiple people to years as other’s slaves, men wearing skirts, adults in diapers, people as pets…

They stopped at a light. A billboard was on the wall on the other side of the street, showing an add for diapers. The picture showed a line of giant babies wearing only shirts and colorfully printed diapers. They milled and mewled around, some sitting, some crawling, others playing with blocks and toys. It switched, and Anna closed her eyes. The next image was a string of littles’ dressed just as the babies and in the same positions, showing the versatility of the diapers and reinforcing the position of littles in this world. Some were mindlessly smiling, having succumbed to the harsh punishments and brainwashing of the giant’s, while others blushed, forcing fake smiles that the giant’s thought were just as cute. Getting them that way took a lot of effort, calming screaming and struggling littles, spanking them into submission and using make up to hide tears until they had the exact replica of the babies’ photo. Anna knew this for the same reason it made her stomach turn even worse then normal to see- front and center was her image, sitting in a yellow t-shirt and diaper, playing with rings placed deliberately badly over a spire. That add had earned her family 1000 diapers at the store it was over. The sign changed, and the stroller continued.

After a few more blocks, the stroller stopped again. She looked up from her doll. They were at a cafe surrounded by tall buildings. A group of men and women in suits were sitting around a table, drinking coffee. One of them was her ‘daddy.’ A woman she didn’t know reached down to unbuckle her.

“Aww, is this your little one? She’s so cute!” the woman said.

“Yes, thats our little Anna. We’ve had her now for almost a year,” her mommy said.

“How old is she?”

“Well, she claimed to be thirty when we found her, helplessly wandering the streets. We saw to it that that was no longer the case, of course.”

The woman lifted her up and cradled her to her chest. “Ew,” she said. She held Anna at arms length with both hands under her shoulders, a nose wrinkled and a look of disgust on her face. “A messy diaper at your age? Pathetic. You know, it always is irritating to see littles like you, grown adults so incompetent they need to be diapered and kept locked in strollers. In my mind, you should all be spanked daily until you are crying, and kept messy for hours on end until you learn your lesson. Are you really too dumb to take care of yourself and use a potty? Pathetic.” She said again.

Anna closed her eyes. Not this again. She had met giants like this before, almost vindictive in their treatment of littles. It was the worse example of someone who saw Anna’s position as a failure, earned through misbehavior and immaturity, deserving of punishment rather then care. She hoped this woman wouldn’t have her hands on her for long.

The woman was squeezing her tightly. Anna pushed at the woman’s arms, hoping to get away. Sometimes if she whined and complained enough, one of her adoptive ‘parents’ would take pity and come to cuddle her. She kicked her legs and tried her best to whine convincingly, disgraced at her own actions, but desperate in the woman’s hands.

“Hey! What the heck are you doing?” the woman shouted. Anna began to hit the woman’s hands, then reached, doing her best ‘grabby hands’ and puppy eyes for her ‘daddy.’

“You little brat! You spoiled brat! So messing your pants wasn’t enough, you have to throw a tantrum? I should spank you right here and now.”

“I agree,” her Daddy said. Anna whined. He walked up and spanked her hard on her butt. “You wouldn’t beleive how many times we’ve had to change this one’s diapers. And how does she repay us? Acting like a brat!”

Anna stared at him in horror. He could go back and forth, but the strength he was coming on now scared her. She didn’t like where this was going.

“I agree. I say a spanking is in order. If she is going to join our table, make us feed her, watch her, and smell her as we are eating, then she deserves to be punished.”

Her daddy nodded. “Go ahead. I’ve spanked her bottom enough times.”

Anna shook her head and shouted a muffled ‘no,’ but was ignored as she was carried and positioned over the woman’s giant lap. She unbuttoned her onesie.

“Phaw! Its even worse when I have to lean over her. Bad girl! BAD!” She began spanking Anna. With their immense strength, the giant’s hands and arms were enough to penetrate her thick diapers, leaving Anna quickly balling. The loud smacks drowned out her whines. Anna compulsively kicked at first, but gave up and hung helplessly as the woman peppered her back side with spanks, each blow becoming more painful, and making her diapers itch worse as the mess was pushed further and further into her.

As she was spanked, she felt her pacifier unlocked and taken out of her mouth. She looked up to see her mommy staring down at her. She squeezed it, then dipped itn into a bottle, and let it expand.

“No no no,” Anna said, recognizing the typical punishment for complaining too much. The bottle contained soap, a particularly sour tasting kind used almost exclusively for punishing littles, and which was absorbed into her pacifier quickly only to be slowly released into her mouth. The pacifier was put back in, and tied. As before, with the smell of her diapers, the sound of the spanks, the pain of the spanks and the itch of her growing rash, the taste of the pacifier, the sight of her own ridiculous outfit and the laughing or glaring faces around her, and of course, the still irritating feel of the padding pressed against her, there wasn’t a sense that wasn’t overwhelming and humiliating. She knew deep down that this was what she had done to others, but she couldn’t help but hate the witch and wonder at the brilliant completeness of her cruelty.

The spanking stopped, and Anna was deposited, sobbing, into a high chair. She was then promptly ignored, once again not considered someone who could add to an adult conversation.

“So how long to you plan to keep her?” the woman who spanked her asked.

“Well, you know its the funniest thing. When we found her we were unsure of how long to keep her, or if we should teach her to be an adult and let her go. But just that week, we suddenly won a lottery giving us 3,000 dollars off at the little’s diaper store! It was a special deal, and our little Anna got to appear in their adds too!”

Anna remembered those adds vividly. She still sometimes saw her picture, massive on billboards for all to see, wearing, and filling, her diapers as an example of how this world saw fit to treat littles like her, and broadcasting her humiliation to thousands of people.

“We’ve won a few more times since then. She got to take part in a television commercial in exchange for another gift card and piles of their new diapers, and an internet add for cash, which we of course put toward our new little baby. Its only fair. We decided it was a sign and that we should keep her until the money and prizes win out.”

Anna remembered both those instances. The television commercial was shortly after her first escape attempt, the internet add was when she smashed a vase in anger. She had only caught on later that attempts to escape her lot or gain retribution resulted in not only punishments from her caretakers, but the universe itself correcting her Karma with more time spent. She tried to calculate how many diapers $3,000 would buy in this world, and how many she’d go through in a day. She also remembered the massive stacks of diapers being delivered after the commercial, and more in storage for her. Either way, she’d be here a long, long time.

Soon food came, and Anna’s mommy fed her tastless mush with a spoon. The food she got varried along with how they saw her, and evidently today she was given baby food.

After eating she was picked up from her high chair. Her daddy carried her, deposited her in his lap, and began bouncing her as he spoke with the others.

Anna groaned. The repeated squishing turned her stomach, and her bottom was still sore. Worse still, the rubbing from the stroller returned, and she felt herself turn red and begin to sweat.

“Anyone else want to hold the baby for a while?” her daddy asked. “Her smell is making my stomach turn a bit.”

Another man volunteered, and she was handed over the table into a new set of arms.

Anna’s eyes were wide. The man was perfect. Or, he would be if she was home, and he wasn’t several times larger then her. He was handsome, with a perfectly aligned face, muscular body, thick golden hair and bright green eyes. Anna felt herself quiver just looking at him.

“Hi little one,” he said. “How are you?” He settled her in his lap, but still looked down at her, giving her a gorgeous and adoring smile. Anna stared, mesmerized by his eyes. For a moment she forgot her problems, and realized there was no where she’d rather be then with his man, in his lap like she was, his arms around her, her lips pressed against her…

He began bouncing his knee, and Anna almost cried out in frustration. He still smiled at her, but it was smile of adoration from an adult to a baby. She looked around at the others, and realized they were the same. All perfect, all gorgeous, and none who would see her as anything other then a stinky little baby, in need of a daddy to change her. It was the same cruel trick she played on Ryan so many times, and now she was on the receiving end.

She bit down on her pacifier hard. The bouncing was irritatingly close to something she’d actually want in another circumstance, but the attitude was far too removed from it. The squelch in her diaper with each bounce only made things worse. She would have wished the disgust would override any other feelings, but somehow she still felt butterflies in her churning stomach, and an ache in her soaked and itching diaper. The fact that it was a feeling she knew would never get returned and with no way to relieve almost drove her mad. After months of pushing her every desire onto a city, here she was constantly on the edge of it.

He slowed after a moment, picked her up and handed her into another set of arms. Soon she was on another lap being bounced, this time facing a rugged looking man with salt and pepper hair. Once again, she’d have loved being held by him in the regular world, but in this one, it was just another annoying tease. He soon finished, and passed her.

After being passed painfully from lap to lap, Anna ended up in her daddy’s arms again.

“I suppose we should change her. Her diapers will begin to leak,” he said.

“Yes, and its her bedtime. Why don’t you give her one of her special bottles and put her back in her stroller to sleep? We will take her home and lay her in her crib until morning.”

Anna shook her head vicariously. It was still light out, but being put to bed early was far from her biggest worry. The ‘special bottles’ they were talking about were something she knee far too well. It was something occasionally used in high dosses to punish littles, and sometimes just to keep them quiet, but never given to the actual babies in this world for good reason. It contained a sedative that would put her to sleep quickly, but as a side effect, also worked as a strong laxative. Being fed it almost always meant her falling asleep, only to wake up hours later in a nearly overflowing diaper. It was a good way to un-potty train a little, and something they all hated. But with her being changed just as she was fed, it was almost a tease, as she’d sleep through the few brief moments of cleanliness only to wake up in a worse state.

They lay her own the table and unbuttoned her onsie. Of course, she thought, they would change her here. She couldn’t tell with their current attitude if they simply thought nothing of it or if it was a deliberate, humiliating punishment. People passed by, and she tried to avoid eye contact as her diaper was untaped for all to see.

A bottle was forced into her mouth, and she soon felt her eyes closing. At least sleeping would be a better, she thought.

Anna’s eyes opened slowly when the sun shined into them. Her head was full of dreams- a parade? Something about witches? Was Ryan there? They began to fade quickly, and she slowly took stock of her surroundings.

She groaned. The bars of her giant crib instantly reminded her of where she was. A gigantic nursery, normal sized in this world, painted in bright rainbows and filled with stuffed animals, toys, a changing table, and not a single item to make it as anything but that. One closer look however, the slight differences that separated littles being diapered from the actual giants’ babies became clear. Straps on the changing table, locks on the crib and an optional top, and paddles along the wall used to ensure Anna kept acting up the role she was given to play. She sat up, and groaned again- the mush in her pampers- actual pampers here, not just the adult diapers she had told her subs were pampers to tease them- moved, confirming her guess from the night before that she’d fall asleep during the change and wake after the bottle did its work. The witches who controlled her book knew their job well, and wouldn’t give her any relief from the horrid, itching feeling of her diapers.

“Are you awake Anna? Hello!” her ‘mommy’ said, and appeared in the doorway. “Hello widdle girl! Sleep well?” She was dressed in a long yellow dress and apron. She bent over the crib and sniffed. “Eww someone’s stinky! Let’s check that diaper sweetie!”

At moments like this Anna wished she had the will power to fight back, but knew it would get her no where. She wouldn’t even get out of the crib without being lifted. She moved the blanket, turned over into a crawling position, stuck out her pampered bottom and waited.

Her “mommy” pulled down her pajamas and opened the back of her diaper. “Yep! One messy diaper! You sure do go through them fast!” She giggled and tickled Anna’s chin. Despite herself Anna giggled, and the woman patted her diaper. She lifted her up and held Anna to her chest. She took out her pacifier.

“But guess what? We got good news! Know what it is?” she cooed.

“No,” Anna said, shaking her head.

“We just won the “Broken Collar” prize from Littles R Us! Know what that means!”

Anna shook her head. The phrase “broken collar” struck something in her memory, but dissipated quickly.

“That means we win a six months supply of diapers, and you get to appear in their add campaigns wearing them! Isn’t that fun! So you can go ahead and go through them as quick as you want! We’ll get to replace them, and you get six more months before potty training!” She said that in a happy voice as if expecting Anna to love hearing it.

Anna forced a smile and tried not to cry. It seemed the family did indeed win diapers faster then she would use them. How did they keep getting into these competitions?

The giant opened her shirt and forced a heavy breast into Anna’s mouth. Knowing what was expected, she suckled and swallowed the warm milk. She carried Anna through the massive house. Even by a giant’s standards it was huge. The family was clearly wealthy, and filled their house with all the luxuries they could want. For Anna, all that meant was more toys and humiliating baby outfits for her to wear while the family cooed.

They entered the wide, open concept center which served as living room, dining room and lobby. Breakfast was being served, and Anna saw a plate of scrambled eggs on the table of her high chair, thankful it wasn’t mashed baby food for once. It would depend on if she was allowed to eat or if her ‘mommy’ decided milk was enough today, however.

“Thank you Clarice,” the giant woman said to one of the caretakers. “Oh, and little Anna will need a diaper change.”

Anna blushed at her state being said out loud, though she knew after all this time the point was moot. The woman ran off to grab a change pad, which Anna knew meant a change on the living room floor. Babies didn’t care about privacy, and as long as the giant’s and their paddles had a say in it, neither did littles.

The giant carried Anna to her high chair and sat her down with a squish. Anna looked up and for the first time saw the couple in the room.

There was another giant woman dressed in a blue and white plaid dress and with permed blond hair. What attracted her attention more, however, was the far shorter person beside her holding her hand. The person also had permed hair. The dress matched the giants, except in pink instead of blue, hung over long stockings, and was suckling a pacifier. Anna had to squint to be sure, but it was unmistakable- the ‘girl’ in front of her was Ryan.

The two locked eyes. Ryan glared at her, and Anna stared back in horror.

“So, tell us how your little’s training is going?” Anna’s “mommy” said.

“Oh, its going along well. Why don’t you show her your new underwear, Rye-Rye? She was very proud when she earned them.” Ryan looked down at his dress and lifted the skirt to show pink princess pull ups with a Disney sign on them. As with Anna’s diapers, these weren’t the mock kink version- as far as anyone was concerned, Ryan was going through potty training. Humiliating as it was, in this world’s rules it put him on a level far above Anna.

“I think what made the difference is when we decided to treat her as a girl instead of a boy. Of course she complained, but a few spanks changed that, and she was much better behaved in skirts then in pants. We figure she’ll be done in a few months, and we will let her go back into the real world with pants and big boy underwear, won’t that be nice Rye-Rye?”

Ryan looked at her and nodded, then went back to staring at Anna.

"Hey you know what would be fun? A play date! And if you are keeping Anna in diapers, perhaps one day he can babysit…

The conversation droned on as Anna kept staring in his eyes. It was Karma, she supposed, and Karma bit back hard.

(This is the end of the main story. However, I will also be posting a one shot, “Anna’s Dream,” that takes place while Anna is sleeping in the last chapter. You can choose to take it as cannon or not.)

(Note: the next part is far more kink based and dirty, and not neccessairly in the main plot)

Anna’s Dream

No. It was worse. Sleeping was far, far worse.

Anna crawled, whining, the tug of her leash and slap of the switch encouraging her forward down the road as people laughed at her. Sleeping was far worse.

The witch had told her there were two parts of the payback for Karma. The first was that she burned off all the negative things she had done. The second was that anyone who suffered or gained from her would get their chance to pay it back. Here, in this dream world, they paid it back hard.

She never would remember when she woke up, but the instant her eyes were closed she appeared back in her old city, or an separate, dream like version of it which was not yet repaired by the witches. Unlike the real city, in this world everyone still remembered what the things that had happened, and knew exactly who to blame. Anna didn’t know to what extent their real life equivalents realized what was happening in the dream world, but she was assured they would get a kind of satisfaction from it, knowing their debts had been paid.

Once here of course, she remembered every detail. After the long, painful spanking with Ryan’s full diaper pressed against her face, she was dragged from her town home and lead through the city toward the court house as her victims jeered. There she was given a tall order: countless harassment charges, battery, sexual assault, physical and mental pain, billions of dollars worth of lawsuits and damages, theft, and an entire city standing as witness against her. They all revolved around a common charge, witchcraft, which though last used over a century before was still on the books and carried a death sentence no one wanted to carry out. After months of witness testimony, claims, and debates over costs no one could pay and sentences she’d never live long enough to pay, they came to an agreement. A woman, as it happened, dressed all in black, came in and proposed a new idea, something that would benefit all parties. As she spoke to the courthouse she smiled at Anna, and the words came out of a final charge, one that wouldn’t be spoke out loud: impersonating, defrauding, and slandering the witches.

The agreement was that every single person who had claim against her would be allowed to punish her in proportion to what she had done. This meant that every victim would have a time, ranging from hours to days, to control her as she controlled them, humiliate her, spank her, dress her how they wanted, and make her suffer as she had to them. The materials needed were provided by the city, paid for by the films of her own humiliation. Meanwhile, the costs Anna had raised were paid for by the city using her as a tourist attraction. The parades and festivals she had demanded in her book came back to haunt her in a twisted form. She was no longer “Witch Queen Anna,” she was “Wantabe Spoiled Princess Anna,” and her ID said so. Her profession was no longer listed as “Magic Witch,” but “Dumb Diapered Witch.” The rest of her ID read the same, legally changed into insults and jokes. The parades were a monthly event with her at the center, attracting tens of thousands of followers, who through bondage equipment at her rather then prizes, and festivals with stories made to degrade her rather then praise. Eventually she became a tourist attraction on her own, and it wasn’t long before a huge part of the city’s economy came from publicly humiliating her.

Now, she was in the hands of someone she barely remembered. He was a short, thin, dark haired man, who at the time had been working as a lawyer. After his dog had jumped up and ruined her dress, she had decided someone should teach him how to raise a pet, and ensured it happened.

Now Anna suffered the same fate. Almost naked, the only clothes on her were the ones designed to punish her. A “tail” violated her in a humiliating fashion, held in place with straps that ran around between her legs and around her waist, and vibrated whenever her current owner pressed a button. Her ankles were tight to it, forcing her to walk on her hands and knees, which were covered with cloth ‘paws.’ She wore a collar which tightened painfully every time he pulled her short leash. Finally, she had a leather mask on made to look like a dog. She’d have been grateful for it to hide her identity, if there could be any doubt who the woman crawling around dressed as a dog was.

“EEP!” she yelped, the sounded being muffled by the dog mask. Her owner hand yanked on her leash, tightening the choke collar and pulling her back.

“Now now puppy, don’t pull on the leash!” he said.

“AHH!” she yelped, the sound being turned into a rough moan thanks to the dog mask.

“Falling behind?” her owner said, and he spanked her again with the paddle, hard. Anna scurried forward quickly, only to be stopped again by the leash drawing tight around her neck. “I told you. You walk exactly in front of me so I can admire your bare ass and tail. Fall behind, you get spanked, go to far forward, and you feel the leash.”

Anna groaned and kept crawling.

“Whats all this?” a loud female voice said. Anna suddenly reached the end of the leash and was pulled back. She looked back at her owner, who had stopped, and was smiling at a large police woman.

“This is Anna, once a dumb witch, now my dumb B&@#,” her owner said.

The police officer laughed. “Of course, silly me. Nothing wrong with that.” She reached town to her boot and took out a long, leather rod. “You know, I have my own time with her coming up, and I really can’t wait.” She snapped the rod into her hand, and Anna yelped. “Mind if I give her a preview? I’ve been carrying this around hoping to see her.”

He waved toward Anna. “Of course, go ahead. Anna, be a good puppy and stick your bum out for the nice officer. No moving now!”

Anna groaned to herself but obeyed.

SNAP! The first smack caused Anna to shout out and whine. The second had her collapse from her hands down to her elbows. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! A series of blows sent fire across her backside, and Anna was in near tears within a minute.

Mercifully, it stopped after a handful, but the spanking was still far more painful then the ones she had received from the paddle. Anna looked cautiously at the Police Woman, who ran the strap across her back and under her chin. “Whining already? Poor little girl. That was only five! When I get you, I’m going to have you bent over for hours. Then we will see how you cry.”

Anna shuddered. Each of her victims had their own ways to get back at her. Some were merely uncomfortable or difficult, some were humiliating, and some where outright painful. Most were a bit of all three. However, she could deal with a few extra chores, even degrading ones, and she told herself she could get used to the public humiliation even if it hadn’t seemed to happen yet, but the ones that were just painful were something she’d never get used to. She’d rather spend days crawling as a dog then an hour under that woman’s strap, with no game or break, just pure pain until her next owner came.

Another sharp smack from the paddle, and she began crawling again.

“Is that her? Is that the dumb witch?” a young woman shouted. She came running up, closely followed by a man about the same age. Anna groaned. They were tourists, and she was the attraction they wanted to see.

“Is that really Anna? The girl who tried to become a witch but failed because she was too dumb?”

Anna glared.

“Yes, but where did you hear that?”

"Its right in this brochure! “If you are lucky, you can see Anna, who tried to become a witch but failed because she was too dumb. She used her magic like a little brat would, and now pays the price by working for each victim. See the girl who had all the power in the world and misused it get her comeuppance. She’ll soak her diapers, get her butt spanked, and crawl around for your amusement.’ There are pictures of her in different outfits.”

Anna sighed. Of course they worded everything that way, the writer was probably someone she had left tied up or crossbreed or something.

“Yes, that’s her all right. Are you coming to the parade?”

“Yes! We even paid for the festival afterwards, I can’t wait to see what they do to her.”

Anna gulped. She had forgotten about the parade. Was that today!? It was always something she dreaded.

She was lead further through the city until she knew her time with her current punishment was coming to an end. Then, he pulled her around a corner and toward a cafe that looked oddly familiar. Anna realized it was near identical to the one she had just visited in the ‘real,’ world, if the world with giants could be said to be real at all.

“Ah, good, she’s arrived,” Ryan said. Anna moaned, realizing her fears were confirmed. “Aww widdle puppy wuppy, are you sad? Want a cookie?” He shoved a dog cookie into her mouth, and Anna was forced to eat it, knowing the alternative was punishment. “And yes, even though your a stupid widdle baby you got that right. Its time for your parade! Yayyy!” He taunted her, rubbing her under her chin like a pet he was comforting. “Awww not exciting? Well it is for everyone else! We’ve got a great plan, and big crowds to watch you!” He pointed toward the street, where a band was standing and people had indeed gathered to see her.

He unhooked the dog mask, and Anna felt the tail being removed. She stood up, and had the ‘paws’ taken off her knees and hands.

Morgan stood beside Ryan carrying a bag. As they had been the primary victims of her abuse, they were given control over her parades. Morgan was now dressed normally, though Ryan still wore capri pants that were arguably effeminate, and his underwear seemed thicker then normal, though Anna could never tell if he was diapered or not. This seemed common for him now. Anna knew he was serving his own time in the giant’s world, and couldn’t tell if his outfits here were some kind of lingering effect or his choice, though he did seem happier with the rest of his life.

Anna, of course, always ended up in something far worse. After being stripped naked, she was picked up and laid down on the coffee table, as she had been before for her diaper change.

“Look at these pampers baby girl, aren’t they cute? Excited for your pampers?” Morgan said. She held up an thick white diaper with a black panel in front, decorated with pictures of witches, cats, and moons. It seemed to be made specifically for Anna. In fact, they might have been. Given how often she ended up in diapers and how often they seemed to perfectly fit whatever humiliation she was currently enduring, she was certain someone was pushing out punishment diapers just for her. Perhaps someone, somewhere, was even selling “Dumb Witch Anna Brand” kink equipment and diapers to the public.

Ryan lifted her legs, and the diaper was laid underneath her. She was powdered, and the diaper was tapped on snugly. It was a feeling Anna was almost used to now. She hadn’t used the toilet normally since her trial. When she wasn’t in diapers, she was ordered to use a plastic ‘potty,’ often out in the open where she could be seen, plugged up, or made to relieve herself like a dog or a cat.

They both sat her up and shoved a matching black pacifier into her mouth, which was strapped in place. A black dress was pulled over her, a mockery of the witche’s dress she had worn before, with a short skirt that flared out to expose her diaper. Black and orange striped socks were pulled to her knees, with heeled black shoes underneath. Finally, a black dunce cap, much like the one the witch had given her with “Dumb Witch” written down the side, was tied to her head with a ribbon.

Anna looked at herself in pity. The outfit was designed to remind her of what she had done and why she was being punished, twisting what she had demanded in the worse possible way.

“Have you guessed our theme this month widdle girl?” Ryan said. “Aww no? Can’t figure it out? Come on, I thought it be easy even for a dumb widdle baby like you.”

Anna glared. They both know the pacifier gag kept her from speaking.

“Don’t spoil it Ryan,” Morgan said. “She hasn’t seen the best part yet.”

Morgan was still laughing to herself as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, plastic toy broomstick. “Here’s your broomstick witch! You’re going to ‘ride’ it all through the city!”

Anna stared at it with wide eyes. Ryan held her in place as Morgan forced it between her legs and tight under her diaper. She ran tape under it and around Anna’s legs down to her knees, locking it firmly in place. She then forced black fingerless mittens to Anna’s hands, which she taped around the end of the stick. The effect was that Anna was standing awkwardly hunched over, knees locked together, barely able to walk.

“Now,” Morgan said smiling. “Its time for our widdle wantabe witch baby to ride her broomstick through town. Lets go!” He attached a collar to her neck, then a leash, and began to pull.

Anna tried to shuffle her legs, but could barely move. The leash tightened, and a hard smack landed on her bottom. She turned to see Ryan behind her with a paddle. “Better hurry up or you’ll get spanked!” He swung again, almost knocking her forward.

Anna felt helpless, not knowing what to do. After another spank, she bent her knees forward and hopped.

“Good baby! Just like that!” Ryan cooed.

She hopped again, then again, and again. She realized that was what they wanted, and the point was clear. On the surface, it looked like she was pretending to be a witch, hoping around on a fake broomstick as if trying to fly while wearing a silly costume, the reality exposed by her pacifier and skirt flaring over her diaper. The message it sent reinforced what they all said about her. “She was a dumb brat who tried to pretend to be a witch, but treated it more like a toddler playing a game.”

She was lead through the crowed, who parted, then laughed and cheered as she passed. She ended up under a banner that read “Diaper Girl Anna, Wantabe Witch.”

Ryan walked in front, holding his paddle like a baton, and move it up and down to set a beat. The base drums started to the rhythm, followed by the snares. However, when the band started, the crowed burst into laughter again. The sousaphone and tuba’s began, playing a loose, silly song, designed to rub in the ridiculousness of the situation. After a few beats, they began walking, and Anna was forced to hop.

Something landed in front of her and clattered on the ground. She couldn’t see it clearly but it looked like an enema kit, and it was soon followed by a paddle. Something soft hit her, and she saw an adult diaper hit the ground. She prayed to god it had at least been clean.

The pelting was never meant to be painful. Anything that hit her, as an unstated but agreed upon rule, was soft- diapers, outfits, stuffed animals, ropes. Anything hard landed around her. They were all collected, either to be used on her or sold as having been part of her punishment. The goal wasn’t to injure her in a way that would mean she’d have to take time off from her other punishments, but to humiliate her while raising more money.

As if the situation itself wasn’t humiliating enough. Thousands had come out to jeer at her, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, she knew she was being filmed so more at home could watch her hop around in diapers. The situation got even worse after the constant, rhythmic pounding of her hoping on cement caused her stomach to rumble, and a long, loud fart to escape into her diaper. What she expected to be drowned out by the crowed instead blared loudly over them all, causing Anna to scream and blush as the crowed laughed. They had miced her diaper, she realized, and she didn’t doubt they’d get what they wanted from it by the end. Her stomach got worse and worse, and the loud, disgusting noised poured out of her, her worst moments being exposed.

Anna’s legs began to ache. Hoping with her knees together was difficult, and after what seemed like miles of it, painful. She slowed, only to be spanked again by the paddle, blasting loudly on the speaker system and drawing a loud cheer from the crowds. She kept trying, but it was getting more and more difficult, leading to constant spanks that delighted her audience. The laughter from her outfit wasn’t enough, they had to see her hurt. Another smack landed, and the shock drew out more gas into her diaper, the two repeated sounds creating a ridiculous symphony only matched by the band behind her.

“I feel sorry for anyone marching behind her having to go through that!” Ryan shouted into a microphone. “I hope they hand out nose plugs!” More laughter.

He took time away from spanking her to walk up close. “Aww, legs getting tiered widdle girl?” Ryan said into a mic. “Don’t worry, you’ll be on stage soon!”

“Mph mph!” Anna shook her head. The stage part was always the worse. It wasn’t enough they made a spectacle of her through the streets, they had to make sick games out of tormenting her.

Her legs were tired, though. Every muscle in her body, from her cramping, bent back, to her spanked bottom, to her over worked legs, were aching. However, her stomach was now aching just as bad, and though her pride demanded otherwise, she knew she would soon be messing in front of the audience. From the gas already leaking out of her, it might even be a relief, with massive push less embarrassing then the endless stream of farts being broadcast.

Ann squeezed her eyes shut, and in a routine that she had had far too many chanced to practice, she imagined herself somewhere else, in a private bathroom inside her old mansion, as she pushed.

The amplifiers blasted and echoed as she filled her diaper, and when they sound of her gas gave room the sound of the plastic stetching filled in the spaces. What she had hoped would be an almost instant relief quickly became a much longer, drawn out process as her bonded legs didn’t leave much room to relax, and the laxatives in her stomach produced more and more material for her stained undergarments.

“And its happened! The one thing Anna is good at, and the one thing we all knew was going to happen! Like the silly baby she is, Anna has messed her diaper for you good people. Lets give her a hand!”

Mocking applause came, followed by another spank of the paddle, this time causing squelch along with the smack. If Anna’s mouth wasn’t filled with a pacifier, she would have gritted her teeth.

The parade turned a corner, and their destination came into view. Where normally she’d see the trees and fields of the city’s largest park, instead she rows of tents and stands, all beneath a banner reading “Dumb Witch Anna Day!” Once again, in a twisted mockery of her demands, the “Genius Witch Anna Day” festival she had written about was just a string of humiliations.

The guards passed behind them, and guards lined up behind it to take payment. Anna looked behind her, a could see the long lines forming, all eager to take their shot at whatever they planned to do to her.

“And Anna neared the end of her book, but was too much of a brat to stop using it, and not smart enough to think of another solution. She made more silly demands, like changing stores…” In one open tent, labelled “The Story of Anna,” a clown told her story to a crowed of enthralled and laughing children, punctuating parts with balloon animals and fart noises. In another tent, people bought books and toys shaped like her along with toy paddled and outfits. In a third, people stood on a stage until a woman dressed as a witch came through. Anna had seen the act before. The ‘witch’ waved a want waving a wand, and sheets descended from the ceiling and settling on the ground, leaving each one ‘magically’ changed into kink outfits- a catgirl, a puppy boy, another in a full leather body suit, and a woman in a t shirt and diaper. At the end, they all pointed at her, and the magician herself appeared into a combination of all of them- in diapers with a tail, and suspended by chains, tied tightly with leather. She began to struggled, and soon escaped from all her binds. The crowed cheered and she bowed, only to be spanked by each of her helpers, bringing laughter from the crowed. It was always a fan favorite at these festivals.

The stage she feared most, however, was the one at the back of the fair. It was the one reserved specifically for her, and the one guaranteed to be different at each festival. They passed into a wide open field, soon to be filled with laughing crowds, and later music and dancers. The stage came into view, and Anna’s heart sank.

This time, along with the regular banner labeling her with her new name, there was a massive screen of clear plastic. Red rings ran from the outside to the center, where there was a round hole. Anna guessed the hole was intended for her in some form.

The parade reached the stage, and Morgan lead her up to the stage. She stood alone with Morgan and Ryan on each side of her as the field in front of her filled with people trailing the band.

“Wave to them Anna,” Ryan said. She pouted and complained.

“Now we get to have some real fun,” Morgan said. “Arms up!”

Anna complied again, not daring to fight back as the stripped her down to her collar, diaper, pacifier, and binds. She reached in front to cover her bare breasts, but Mordan scolded her and told her to keep her hands by her sides. In tears, she agreed.

Ryan walked to a microphone on the stage. “Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to the festival!”

The audience cheered.

“Now, while there are plenty of games for you to play, I’m sure I know what you all really are waiting for.”

They cheered again. As they did, workers began pulling barrels in a line in front of the stage.

“Anna will soon be locked into this hole.” So that much she had guessed correctly. “As promised, the winners of the last festival will be allowed behind the stage to give her the spanks they had earned.”

More cheering, and people began separating and forming a line to the back. Anna tried to count them, but got anxious when she saw the length and began to feel sick.

“Now, for this festival’s game. As explained earlier, each of these barrels is filled with Anna’s used diapers, collected over the last few months of her punishments.”

Anna gasped. She felt like she couldn’t breath. Nothing that came after that could be good. She expected disgust from the audience, but they only nodded and cheered. Anna realized they all already knew the rules- this was being explained for her benefit.

“Everyone can pay for a pair of plastic gloves and a price per diaper. Give it your best shot, and if you can hit the target,” he pointed to the hole where Anna would be tied, and she swallowed- “And you get five spanks next festival. Hit three in a row, and you get an extra half day with her as your sub.”

This time the cheers were even louder this time, people hungry for their chance to punish her more.

“The stage under the target are all slanted so that the diapers will gather under the dumb witch’s nose, where they will remain until tomorow morning and she is led to her next owner. Everyone clear? Lets begin!”

Both of her two former victims grabbed her. Anna panicked. Of all the punishments she had received, this was the worse. Logic would have told her there was no escape, but she was too frightened to think, and she began to struggle away. Ryan attached a leash to her and she pulled away. She felt the collar snap and tried to run.

FIrst she headed to the stairs she came up, but they were quickly blocked by audience members climbing. She bolted the other way, but more came up the other side, and began others blocked the front. She turned but and tried to run towards the woods behind the stage, but ran into the clear wall and couldn’t find a way wound it. Hands grabbed at her, and despite her kicking and punching, she was soon lifted and carried to the hole. Morgan oepned a portion of the wall on a hinge, and the hands placed Anna in the plastic, then sealed it and locked it.

Anna was left with the plastic wrapped just beneath her rib cage, bare arms and shoulder on the side of the audience, diapered behind on the other, bent over at the waist. Anna tried to push at the plastic but it wouldn’t budge, and she turned toward the audience, eyes wide.

“Aww look at the poor little baby. She doesn’t seem to get the idea of of a clear plastic wall, does she? Must be tough for a dumb baby like her to understand. Don’t worry, there is no way out without a key,” Ryan held up the key, then stepped out of the way. Now, shall we begin.

“AAA”! Anna shouted into her pacifier as an unseen paddler hit her from behind. Another whack, and another scream. How many were there? How many did each get? Anna couldn’t tell, but knowing these games it would go all night.

Worse still, the audience in front was moving toward the barrels, each manned by someone in either witch’s or wizard’s costume, each supposedly dressed as Anna in fake witches’ costumes.

The first diaper struck to her right, causing Anna to jump higher then the spanks. As promised, it slid down and collected in a deep barrel in front of her.

They began flying toward her. The odd form of bondage left her with some room to move, and she did her best to dodge them, and kept her hands in front to block her face. Another hit closer to her right. It became harder and harder to block as the throws were accompanied by the regular spanks beside her, leaving far too much to concentrate on. Another hit on top of her. It bounced, fell and landed on her back. She cringed in disgust and the slimy feeling, and squirmed until it fell. However, the squirming left her to drop her arms, and one hit her square in the head.

It didn’t hurt. It was far too soft, and the spanks provided enough pain as was. However, the humiliation and disgust was just as bad.

Anna looked to the sun in the sky. Normally, the ‘games’ continued until it went down and the bands started. From the looks of it, it was still a while away, with a lot of spanks coming, and a lot of diapers to be thrown.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Ryan said. He took out a controller and hit a button. Something in the plastic wall beneath Anna began moving, and she felt it press against the front of her diaper. She wondered what it was for a moment, then it began vibrating.

Anna gasped. The mix of sensation- the pain, the disgust, the sudden pleasure- was more then she could take, and her mind became scattered, going from one thing to the next, unable to concentrate on one thing for more then a moment. She became overwhelmed by the vibration, only to have a projectile hit her in the face. She concentrated on dodging them, only to have a hard whack hit her from behind. It was all too much, and she began to cry.

“Awww, is the poor baby crying? I wonder how many people in this audience cried when she had power,” Ryan said. He kept speaking, though with all the distractions she couldn’t make out the words.

The feeling from the vibration was growing. It took over all else, making her forget the sting of the spanks, the disgust of the diapers and the humiliation of her position. Weeks of building in both worlds was coming to a climax, and she forgot where she was and moaned on stage.

Then she stopped. Just as suddenly as the vibration began, it was over.

“And as I was saying as our wantabe witch was having too much fun to hear, her color will monitor her vitals. As soon as she is about to finish, the vibration will stop, only to start again soon after. Since so much of what she did was chasing something, its only fair it is denied now, no?”

Anna wanted to scream. The ‘game’ went on as the spanks continued and the disgusting pile of diapers grew in front of her. She squirmed and struggled, but there was no escape from the pain, the bombardment, or the smell, each getting worse and worse.

Finally, mercifully, the sun set. The field cleared out, was cleaned, and refilled with a different, all adult sort. The crowed was dressed in a mixture of witch outfits and kink costumes. Adult babies, gimps, pet play and leather subs, and doms holding switches came in. A band took the stage, and they began dancing. It was the sort of party Anna would have loved to have been too before, but now could play no part in.

The band reached into the crowed and pulled up two people- both adult baby ‘twins.’ At first glance they looked the same- two slight women in adult diapers and pink onesies with short skirts clearly not intended to cover their diapers, long stockings, and blond hair tied into pigtails. Closer inspection showed, however, that one was a man. The both danced suggestively, bending over and showing off their pampered bottoms for the welcoming crowed. The singer of the band, himself dressed in leather and holding a switch as a dom, walked up to them. Both looked at each other, smiled, and bent over with hands on their knees. The singer gave them each a hard spank. They smiled at each other again, and the singer leaned forward and pointed at his cheeks. Hands pushed to their sides, they both bent at the waist and kissed him on his cheeks, making a perfectly symmetrical image of the dominent singer and two loving submissives. They went down, and the singer walked along the front of the stage before pointing into the crowed and reaching in. Two cat girls came up, dressed in black leather corsets and panties with tails and ears, and began dancing themselves, making good use of their swinging tails.

Anna groaned. Normally she’d love the scene, but her current punishments left her with the same problem as her ‘awake’ life. As before, she felt a different kind of wetness in her diaper, and as before, she had no way to ease it. It only grew worse as her loins ached and her soaked diapers rubbed against her, and the after effects of the torture with the vibrator only made it worse. More dancers came up, and her problem continued all night. She prayed that her next dom would make her cum.

Early in the morning, the band played its last song, and the audience quickly dissipated as workers came behind to clean up the mess.

Ryan and Morgan both came through the field and climbed up onto the stage.

“Enjoy that?” Ryan asked. “Sure seemed like your type of party. Too bad you can’t join. Of course most aren’t actually kinksters, but its a fun theme, given the things you did to earn your new position.”

Anna glared at him, and he smiled and ruffled her hair. “I’m sure you had fun. This was all you asked for, after all. Just for other people, but, you know, “Do onto others as you would have them do onto you,” you know?”

“That’s the wrong system, Ryan,” Morgan said. Ryan shrugged. Morgan reached to the plastic wall and pulled at it, and a lever came out out. As she cranked, the wall beneath Anna lifted on either side, straitening out and become a hard, plastic bed. Anna sighed in relief as she was finally no longer bent over, and her aching back relaxed. The bed left her still barely able to move, however, lying on her stomach with her face in a small padded hole directly above- she hated to see- the barrel of diapers.

“Now, this is where you are going to stay all night,” Morgan said. “Tomorrow you’ll be dragged on stage back through the city in the closing parade, then left with your new owners. From what I hear they plan to keep you in this same diaper, so have fun with that.” She smacked Anna’s bottom hard, and she groaned.

“So that is going to be it. You fall asleep, wake up to more spankings and parades, and right back to the next owners. You know why we are telling you this?”

Anna shook her head.

“Because I always found that one of the worse parts of what you did was the anticipation.” She rested a hand on Anna’s bottom, patting it to punctuate her words." It wasn’t just experiencing them, but knowing they were coming in the future, and that there would always be more after that. So, now you can spend all night thinking about tomorrow and what is going to happen to you there."

Anna whined, tears falling into the diaper bucket.

“Anyway, have a good night, stinky baby,” Morgan said, giving her one more spank before walking way.

Ryan stayed behind, watching her go. He knelt down beside her and looked her in the eye. He rested a hand on her shoulder. "Don’t worry, I’m not going to gloat here. I get that I deserved it more then Morgan, and I’m sorry for what I did. It seems I still pay for it slightly, even if not as badly as you. He turned his hips and patted them, showing off his clothes. “Really I don’t mind any more, after all that before. That being said…”

“I’ll see you in the ‘other’ world Anna,” he winked. Anna looked up at him. If she wasn’t gagged and too exhausted, she would have gasped.

“Yes, I know about it. It doesn’t seem anyone else in this dream world does. That is what you get- live your life in that world, go to sleep, wake up here, and repeat. Aint no rest for the wicked, eh?”

He paused and patted her diaper, then covered her with a blanket. It hit Anna once again that she was going to spend the entire night like this, hovering over a bucket of her own messy diapers, live in the other world, and wake up to it again the smell.

“I’m not sure I understand it, but it seems your former victims get some kind of satisfaction from this even if they don’t remember, the same way you’ll wake up extra embarrassed even if you don’t know why. I think I’m going to repay my Karma long before you so, so have fun. Goodnight baby girl, and remember, when your eyes close here, they open there.”

He left. Anna tried to squirm and get comfortable, but it was pointless. She couldn’t move, and even if it wasn’t for the pain and itch in her underwear and the smell beneath her, the plastic was hard and unforgiving. Her gut turned from disgust, and from the knowledge that sleeping here only meant waking up to an entirely different kind of punishment. Much as she hated that, she decided it was, generally, better. She closed her eyes and prayed for sleep.