Published: September 22nd 2022, 12:00:05 pm
The start of a new short story, commissioned by Invada.
Angelica closed and locked the bedroom door behind her, letting out a sigh of relief, feeling a little of the warmth begin to drain from her face. Did anybody know what was inside the package that had just arrived? Probably not... But, when you attended a school for witches, you could never be too sure that anything was really hidden.
Her roommate, Harper, was in class, though that didn't stop her from looking around the room to be safe before, finally, sitting down at her desk and opening up the box, her heart pounding as she looked inside, bringing back a wave of faint - yet very powerful - memories. As a witch, she would have thought that she could make anything she wanted with magic, but her attempts at recreating these had all failed miserably... Sometimes, if you wanted something specific, it was best to order it from the outside world.
These had been a bit difficult to find, at least the ones that were exactly what she recalled. They'd changed their design a few years after the last time she'd seen them in person, and the new ones looked fine... They weren't the same, however. These, she could see right away from the outside of the packaging, were the ones she'd seen in the nursery of one of her friend's younger sister at a sleepover, long ago, that she'd somehow remembered then were the same kind she'd worn... For a long time, she'd regretted not taking one, stuffing it into her overnight bag, despite how humiliated she would have been if any of her friends had seen it there...
And now, years later, she had a whole package of them, all to herself. Her eyes darted upwards, back to the door, confirming it was shut, before removing it from the box, turning it over in her hands, looking at every side of it. She could have ordered only one - maybe she should have, since now she'd have to find somewhere to hide the rest of the pack - but she hadn't been able to help herself.
Just like she couldn't help herself now, tearing open the plastic with shaking hands, running her fingers along the spines, lined up neatly in a row, before closing around one, cheeks darkening as she felt the slight squish to the padding, heard the gentle crinkling. She pulled the little thing out, taking in the sight, looking at the cartoon kitten on the front.
That was one of the things that had changed with the newer versions... They'd stepped it up a little, licensing some actual characters to use, rather than the generic baby animals that had adorned them before, but, whether it was nostalgia, or not knowing the cartoons the characters were from, she'd always preferred these. According to reviews online, the plastic had changed, and the padding gotten thinner, over time, too, so many people seemed to agree that these were the best ones, even if they were talking about them for their kids, and not... Well...
Angelica's blush deepened. Was she really going to do this?! She'd been dreaming about it for so long... Harper would be back before too long, though she should have a little time... And, seeing them in person after all these years, holding them in her hands... She couldn't help herself.
She grabbed her wand, giving it a wave, focusing her intentions on the diaper, on being able to fit into it. Her plan was to make it bigger... But magic worked in mysterious ways sometimes, and, instead, as she waited for something to happen, her skirt began to fall down her legs. "Hey!" she squeaked, grabbing for it, glancing down and realizing the sleeves of her robe were too long, too, that her hands had gotten lost in them. The next thing she knew, she was standing in the middle of a puddle of clothes, shrunken.
"Ugh!" she groaned, starting to wave her wand again to undo it, shocked at how much heavier it felt, now that she was smaller. She paused, however, considered. Did it really matter if the diapers got bigger, or she got smaller? As long as she was able to get into them, that was all that she cared about, and if she spent too long changing back and forth, she'd run out of time to enjoy herself.
Setting her wand down, she grabbed the diaper instead, pleased at how big it seemed now, in comparison to how it had felt in her hands before. This just might work... And she couldn't wait to find out! She unfolded it, plopping her tiny bottom down on it, taping it up around herself, a rush of joy jolting through her at every step, seeing how perfectly sized it was for her, as if it had been tailor made for her.
She hopped up, giggling at the way her thighs were pushed slightly apart by the bulk, how she had to toddle to make it to the mirror to look at herself, to admire her handiwork. The diaper did, indeed, fit well - although she had to adjust the tapes a bit, now that she could see them better, to get them just right - but, only now, staring at her reflection, did she see what the spell had actually done.
It was hard to believe she hadn't figured it out before; apparently, in her excitement, she hadn't been paying much attention to anything else. Gazing into the mirror, however, there was no denying that she hadn't exactly shrunk... She'd regressed herself into a child.
That, in and of itself, might not have been that bad... Wasn't that, in a way, what she wanted? But she wasn't a baby, or even a toddler... She was a kid, old enough to be in school... Old enough for it to be embarrassing to be seen wearing diapers. This was the largest size of the diapers, since that was what she could find, and she'd been a petite kid - and still was fairly small, even in adulthood - so she was definitely too old to be in them, no matter how well they fit.
She squirmed in place, imagining that she had gone to school this way, at this age, back long before she'd known anything about magic... Everyone would have laughed at her, would have called her a big baby, refused to play with her a recess... They'd probably hold their noses whenever she walked by, and tease her any time the teacher wasn't looking...
She shivered, turning to go fetch her wand to change herself back to normal... Except, it wasn't a shiver of fear, was it? Not entirely... All of this would have been mortifying, yet, being able to look back on it now, as an adult - and knowing it would never happen - there was something exciting about it, too.
She blushed, fantasizing about sitting in class, fidgeting in her seat, too scared to ask to be excused to go to the bathroom until it was too late, until she messed her pants, the girl in the desk next to her complaining about the smell and offering to take her to the nurse for a change. She could see herself going to PE, and winding up losing her shorts afterwards, having to walk around the school in just her dirty diaper and PE top, desperately searching for a new pair, while giving the entire school a good look at her diaper.
Or... What if she had been back at that same sleepover, the one where she'd last seen these diapers, only she was still wearing them herself? The discovery that her friend's sister wore the same ones would have been even more humiliating... Especially if she tried to stay up all night to keep from wetting herself, and her friends decided to wake her up in the morning after she inevitably passed out, unzipping her sleeping bag and seeing her nightshirt had ridden up, exposing the diaper she'd messed in her sleep.
Why did all of her scenarios involve her pooping her pants?! That was immediately what came to mind... She had intended to make full use of her diapers at some point, but she hadn't realized how much she clearly was obsessed with that part of it... Now that she'd seen all of that in her mind, however, she couldn't help herself. Maybe she should call it quits for now, turn herself back... She couldn't resist playing out one more fantasy, though...
She closed her eyes, seeing herself on a field trip, so intimidated by the unfamiliar place, and the thought of asking to be allowed to use the bathroom, that she hadn't even tried, wetting and messing herself right before the long bus ride back to school, her teacher shaking her head in disapproval when she found out.
"You couldn't have done this earlier, young lady?" she scolded. "We don't have time to change you now! You'll throw off our whole schedule!"
"B-But..." Angelica stared down at her feet. "C-Can I... stand up? I-I don't want..."
"Of course you don't," the teacher scoffed, grabbing her by the hand, pulling her down the aisle of the bus, the other kids giggling, waving their hands in front of their noses. "You don't have a choice, though. All occupants of the bus must be seated at all times. Maybe if we put you in the back here, by yourself, you won't stink up the whole bus... Or at least it will take a little while for the smell to reach everyone else. Go on... Sit."
Angelica imagined herself staring at that seat, wiggling anxiously... It had taken her a moment or two, but finally, her bladder had given way, and she could feel the padding of her diaper starting to swell, to grow warm as it soaked in her urine, and she was getting ready to squat down, to finish the job, to be able to recreate her little fantasy in real life...
"What happened here?" Harper asked. Angelica's eyes popped open just in time to feel her roommate's hand on her shoulder, spinning her around. Angelica's hands moved all over herself, unsure whether to hide her bare chest or her exposed diaper, her cheeks bright red as she looked up at the other girl. She'd already been taller than Angelica - and a far more powerful witch, at that - but the difference had never been as huge as this, obviously.
"I-I..." Angelica stammered, not knowing what to say, how to get herself out of this.
"What did you do now?" Harper heaved a sigh, shaking her head, eyes clearly fixed on the diaper around Angelica's waist.
Of course she'd assume it was a mistake... Angelica made plenty of those. In a way, it was, since it wasn't exactly what she'd wanted, though, until now, it had been a mistake she was mostly happy with. Maybe that was for the best...
"I-I was practicing," she fibbed, mind racing. "I-I was trying to turn Ollie into a kitten, and..." Ollie was the house cat, a grumpy old thing who, she supposed, was probably justified in not liking most of the students, seeing as she would hardly have been the first one to try out a spell on him, if her story had been true. It made sense... Harper might buy that. That hadn't really been why Angelica had said it, however, she realized after it was out of her mouth... She'd come up with it because she was still thinking about her diapers, and the kitten on there. Was she seriously this obsessed with them?! She had been trying to find the right ones for a long time now...
"Hmm," Harper raised an eyebrow, Angelica fidgeting, waiting for her response, worried she'd see through her lie. "Why were you doing that?"
"I-I have an assignment about regression magic," Angelica said. "S-So I was testing out the spell before I had to use it on myself for class, but it backfired... And obviously, it wasn't quite powerful enough anyway, because he was supposed to end up a kitten."
"Well, I guess that happens sometimes," Harper shrugged. "Don't worry, I'll fix everything up for you." She gave Angelica's soggy diaper a firm pat, giggling as Angelica let out a quiet whimper. "Did you have a little accident?"
Angelica wanted to deny it, but it was obvious there was no point in that... She nodded meekly. "Don't worry," Harper told her. "You'll be a baby in no time."