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Author's Note: This is just a juvenile and dirty
fantasy story, definitely based around a real person.
The narrator themselves could be of either gender. This
is about the danger of having long-term crushes, magic
powers, and strange edge-fetishes which might go
unfulfilled and begin to become projected onto those
that you're intrigued by. I'd considered writing this
story before, but it was re-inspired by
some artwork by lilhp at tumblr.
It begun, I realize
now, six months ago, when I discovered the ancient book
I'd immediately engrossed myself,
learning everything that there was to unlock the secrets
of the arcane, having never expected such a find in our
objectively non-magical modern world.
known then that I could create magical events simply by
wishfully dreaming it, I might have taken a different
tact to my magic self-education. Instead I became a
sorcerer of the highest calibre, something of the likes
which hasn't been seen for hundreds of years, throwing
myself deeply into the studies.
And I'd often
think of you.
So when it was that I was finished
with the wild experience, ready to return to normal life
which I had nearly neglected for so long, I was
surprised to discover that your flatmate didn't seem to
remember you. Oh they remembered me, and so did many of
our mutual friends, but of you they scratched their
head. I'd ask who lived in the other room, and they'd
look confused, as if unable to recall. I quickly wiped
their memories of the day, deciding to have them forget
the perplexing questions, and set out to do my own
sleuthing, augmented powers in tow.
definitely existed, that much was clear, it was simply
as if you'd disappeared one day and people's memories of
such had been suppressed to keep everybody carefree and
happy about the event. The question was, who had done
it? And what?
I scried for your location, and
found only the faintest hint in your bedroom, somewhere
where you had been before you had gone somewhere else. I
rummaged about for clues in your panty drawer, because,
hey, it seemed like a good place to double-check, before
I finally did what I knew that I had to do to start with
and opened an inter-world portal, following the trail to
where you had gone.
I came to a suburbia which
looked normal enough, but soon realized that the scale
of the place was significantly larger, and resized
myself up. A hint was forming in the back of my mind,
and I began scrying again in contemplative curiosity.
Following your trail, I came across the first strong
hint of what had probably happened to you - a giant
couple my own size walking along the sidewalk, pushing a
double-seated stroller with a boy and girl in the front.
Except, while it didn't stand out immediately, I soon
realized that the cranky looking denizens of the
stroller were regular adults of the size of our own
world. The girl in the pink dress was clearly diapered,
her legs spread white to accommodate the bulk and the
strap of her stroller harness, and while it was more
difficult to tell with the guy, given that he was
wearing a pair of blue denim shortalls with snaps on the
crotch, I suspected that he almost inevitably was also.
I slowed my pace, and began to think. By this stage
in my wizard mastery I knew that a sorcerer's untempered
dreams could be a very potent form of spellcasting,
possibly more than anybody could do consciously, where
magic relied on the fantastical childlike part of the
brain that is locked away in adulthood.
world, it was eerily like a place that I had imagined,
for almost as long as I 'd had imagination. I passed a
front lawn where a giant-sized man held the wrist of a
regular sized cute guy high above his head, while the
large man swatted the bare bottom of the bawling boy
furiously, a disposable diaper laying open on the grass.
The giant admonished the 'boy' loudly for having taken
off his diaper and trying to run away, while the guy
bawled and repeatedly promised that he was sorry Daddy.
The spanking finished as I walked by, and soon the
crying guy was being carried back inside, his naked red
bottom high in the air as he was pinned under his new
I quickened my pace.
scrying trail lead to a quite welcoming looking 3 story
home, a large front lawn covered in a variety of
children's toys from a few rubber animals to swings to a
pink rocking pony. Oh, what had I done? Is this what I'd
done to you? You had ageplay tastes, yes, but I don't
know if outright toddler-hood was necessarily your main
area of interest.
Deciding that it might be
better to take on a disguise before potentially
encountering you in this place, I switched my form to
that of a muscled teenaged girl in a cheerleader's
outfit, breathing casually to relax myself into the new
body, feeling anxious as I wondered what lay beyond that
door, what you might have been doing for the past 6
months as I'd learned the ways of magic in near
solitude, unaware that a crush had perhaps been affected
by my random fantasies until now.
A man answered the door, looking handsome enough I
supposed, a hard-faced suburban dad with a pencil
moustache. I waved my hand, and a moment later he smiled
enthusiastically as a glazing passed over his eyes.
He greeted me as if we were old friends, and invited
me in as if he'd been expecting me.
The inside of
the house was nice enough, about what you'd expect for a
family able to afford a luxurious three story home in
the suburbs. There was a polished wooden foyer, a room
with a large couch off to one side, carpeted stairs and
a wooden handrail leading up. I looked around with
nervous excitement. The trail to you lead here, this
quiet and cool house which I found myself in, now out of
"I suppose you're here for the clock?"
he asked enthusiastically, and I nodded suddenly coming
out of my dazed trepidation. I'd had to come up with
some cover story upon arrival, and implanting the idea
in his mind that I was there to pick something up had
been simple enough.
He made for the stairs, and I
followed, spotting a large playpen in the room to one
side, and a highchair in the kitchen to the other,
before joining him on the soft carpeted stairway and
making our way up.
We went to the second floor,
and then the third, and he collected a small antique
clock from a pile of junk. I thanked him and quickly put
it back where it had come from, magically wiping his
mind of the memory that he'd just given it to me.
"So," I begun, looking about hopefully, "Whose stuff
is that in the front yard anyway? The toys, the swings,
"Oh!" he said as his face lit up,
"That's our daughter, my wife is with her now."
"Your daughter?" I asked excitedly, "Oh can I meet her?"
The scrying led to this house, could his daughter
be?... I supposed that there was still his wife who
would potentially fit the bill, and followed silently
down to the second floor as he enthusiastically took me
to the last bedroom along the hall.
gently, and I poked my head in with a big grin,
remembering that I was a bouncy muscled teenage girl now
who would love such things.
A woman who I didn't
recognize was reading a book in a large chair by the
window, looking up at me with surprise and then
exclaiming happily as she too recognized me as a family
friend, as per my spell.
She used my false
identity name and rushed over for a hug, and I laughed
cheerfully while trying to glance about the room. It was
a large playroom, filled with toys and furniture
befitting a child of around 2 to 6.
down and she stepped back to whisper while mentioning
that the baby was asleep, pointing to an open doorway
which led into another room. I nodded and began
exploring slightly as the husband went to fetch us tea,
and poked and prodded at everything that I found like a
teen girl who was really interested in having children
someday, my own cover personality maybe bleeding in a
little more than I'd expected to make it feel all the
I came to a changing table and
nearly felt dizzy at the stack of diapers I saw there,
the lidded dirty diaper pail that I saw on the ground
besides that. Oh dear oh dear, could it be? Had I really
wished a certain reality for you? I pressed gently on
the diaper pail foot pedal to flip open the top, and
sure enough it was filled with wrapped up dirty diapers,
many appearing just yellowed but some sporting a darker
I let the lip drop, and walked back
to my 'friend', smiling at her as I felt as if we'd
known each other for as many years as the spell
suggested. Something about all this felt right, but I
still didn't have direct confirmation.
"Can I see
her?" I asked in a whisper, "Just quietly?"
beamed and nodded, and led me into the smaller side room
as a gentle guide. A crib stood in the quiet little
space, and tip-toeing over I saw a form in the crib,
curled up in a footed sleeper and grasping a Teddy Bear.
Even against the footed sleeper, it was obvious that the
smaller woman was heavily diapered, a thick padding
running the length of from her lower back and down
between her legs to her other half which was hidden from
While most of her was hidden by the
sleeper and mess of hair at the top, I tip-toed around
to get a clear view of her face.
there lay my mysteriously-disappeared crush, sleeping
with her mouth open while she hugged a teddy bear in a
giant crib, a thick diaper clearly visible between her
legs form the other side of the crib now. My heart beat
in my chest, my head spun, and it was like I melted as I
thought that it was just the perfect sight.
Your adoptive giant mother was standing over the
other side of the crib and beaming, as if to say "She's
a perfect little cutie isn't she?"
I smiled back,
and reached down to gently brush my hand over your
sleeping face, pushing the hair to one side. Something
told me that you hadn't had the easiest time coming
here, but had adjusted reasonably well and now saw
yourself as an adult little girl. I had a sneaking
suspicion that you hadn't so much as seen a toilet in
six months, let alone been allowed to sit on one, and
had been thrust rather unfairly into my darkest
fantasies of being a perpetually diaper-clad prisoner of
We tip-toed out, and I beamed at your
mother, a woman who I could tell could be quite stern
and menacing given the hardened lines on her face.
"Oh she's perfect!" I exclaimed once we were out of
the nursery, walking down the hall.
and told me it had been a journey, but with a correct
punishment regime, their daughter had come around and
learned to accept her place, with them as her stern and
infallible parents, and her as somebody with no power,
no lifestyle maturity, who deferred to them in
We went downstairs and sipped tea,
her telling me that she was hoping to return to work
soon, now that they'd gotten their family settled in. I
could tell just by looking at her, she was a hardass
manager type, and living under both of these parents
would probably be an experience in harsh words and
discipline for my crush. Had I wished that for her? I'd
been a little crank with her for not making up her mind,
with turning flirtatiously hot and cold - had I sent her
to a house of spankings and re-educational lectures as
I snapped out of it as I realized
that they were offering me a babysitting job. Something
about helping me pay my wage through college. I suddenly
remembered the personae that I'd taken on, and nodded.
"I've love to!" I exclaimed cheerfully, already know
that I'd like to play the good cop to their bad cop. I'd
never need to spank you, I'd be the one grownup in the
world who treated you like a friend, with sympathy for a
sore bottom, while gently encouraging you to understand
that early bedtimes are for your own good, that in this
world, you are legally and socially a child and had only
the choice of fully accepting and embracing that.
It wouldn't be easy, I knew, in fact you might never
fully adjust to second childhood, and going by what I'd
seen on the walk here, that didn't seem that uncommon.
With a wave of my hand, I put our old world on hold,
freezing it in stasis until I felt that we - or maybe
just I - were ready to return to it. Accepting the job
offer, I shook their hands, and made my way out into the
sunshine, smiling and enjoying this new perfect world,
and the feeling of my youthful busty athletic teen
I couldn't believe it, but I'd
be soon spoonfeeding you in your highchair, putting you
into cute little outfits, brushing your hair, hell,
changing your diapers, which was very intimate, and even
And over the past few months, I feel
that we've really bonded, me being the only large
'grownup' in your life who doesn't treat you entirely
patronizingly, and more like a cute, funny, and slightly
confused child, while encouraging you to accept that -
even if I'm younger than you as a teenager in this
world, by the rules and customs of this place I am the
adult, and you are the child, and trying to avoid or
deny that is just silly. I've seen realization spread
across your face as you've come to understand that what
I've said is true, particularly helpful by that you were
sitting in my lap, looking up at me, having been put
there to be allowed to watch a daytime TV show a little
above your set maturity level.
I've had fun
bathing you, tickling you, dressing you up in your
cutest outfits that your parents have picked for you and
taking you out shopping - I think that you're even
starting to enjoy looking for new toys, getting to
wander the pink aisles of the girl's section, while I
laugh and smile at you to see you waddling so hopelessly
with the diaper under your tights, which may well be wet
or messy by now knowing how your control is slipping
with no perfect time to restrain yourself for.
course, you will never read this, you can't, but given
that you're currently at ballet practice and then will
come home and take a nap, I find it cathartic to put the
experience into words, to really ensure that this is
what I want. And, as I remember back at how hard it was
to woo you, at how flirtatiously hot and cold you would
be to me back in our old life where you were an adult
and got to wear panties and thought yourself my equal or
better, I know that this is an improvement. You may not
exactly look at me with enthusiasm here, but you have a
clear hint of hope in your eyes whenever I arrive to
babysit for the day, and I think that you enjoy being
played with, being called cute and adorable over and
over, and being cared for and dressed as a carefree
There was a reason that I fell for
you in the first place, I saw the types of ruffled and
bow-donned outfits that you used to look at curiously,
you told me of the things which you had hidden away in
your closet. Well, now here you are, getting the full
experience as you are properly pampered, spanked, and
put to bed early by strict parents - probably much
further than you would have ever thought you'd have
liked to go, but that's just the reality of being a
child now isn't it?
My final thought for the day
is that it's nice when discovering a tome of magic
actually has a happy ending.
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