He felt sadness inside him. He had only just met this wonderful girl, but in a few short hours, she had completely rocked his world, fulfilling nearly every fantasy he’d had. He didn’t want her to leave, and here, in the dream, she would not know how he was feeling.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“You can’t feel me here can you?”
“No.”
“I’m sad.” He told her. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave either, I don’t like being chased, but even if we were safe here, my mother and I couldn’t stay here forever. There are others, more witches, still held as slaves, we have to help them.”
“Can I come with you…to help you, when the time comes?” he asked.
“You wouldn’t survive, but you already are helping. You’re helping me grow.” She kissed him. “That’s your part in this.”
Outside the windows the storm continued, the wind howled and rain beat against the windows.
“Is it getting worse?”
“It will get worse before it gets better.” She said. “Rest with me, I’ll be waking soon.”
Chapter 8
When he woke, he found himself at home, in his own bed. He was his normal teenaged self, wearing the same clothing he had on when he first went next door to meet the neighbors and help move furniture. Had it all been a dream? He wondered.
He got out of bed and went to the window. Daytime outside…but what day was it? He found his watch which showed the date. Sunday, 9:25AM. It was the next morning, had he slept the whole of Saturday and into the next morning? He wandered out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. The house seemed quiet and empty. Glancing out the window into the driveway he noticed his parent’s car was gone. They would be at church until 11 he thought. His mind was racing, was it all a dream he wondered, the girl, the mother, the diapers, regressing down to a small baby?
He sat down at the kitchen table and scratched his head, and as he did, a flash of light appeared before him on the kitchen table lasting only for an instant, as if a camera flash had gone off. When the light disappeared, in its place on the table was a sheet of paper with handwriting on it.
He moved back from the table in surprise “what the…” he said. Then he noticed the handwriting. He moved back towards the table and carefully picked up the paper.
Good morning cutie,
No it was not a dream, and you’re not going crazy. I am what you would call a “witch” and a good one at that. You were very helpful yesterday; I’ve learned so much more about my powers in the last few hours alone, some really amazing things that I can’t wait to share with you. For now I’ve got some exploring that I need to do on my own, but I’ve left you a surprise in your closet. One that I’m sure you will enjoy. I’ll contact you soon.
Love,
The girl
In another flash of light, the note disappeared right out of his hand as soon as he finished reading it. He raced back to his room and opened his closet door. Another flash of light appeared and when it faded, a large orange and white box of Ultra Pampers Plus Size Large diapers sat on the floor of his closet. Another note lay on top of the box. He picked up the note and read it.
Surprise!
I hope you enjoy these. I know you will Don’t be worried, you are the only person that can see these and what they will do to you. Anyone else will see you as you normally appear. (other than me and my mother of course).
Have fun!
Love,
The Girl
Again the note vanished out of his hands in a flash. He couldn’t believe it, everything had been real. He was in love with the girl next door, a beautiful girl with amazing powers. A girl that had made all of his wildest fantasies come true…and was still doing so.
“What they will do to me?” he said aloud, remembering what the note had said. His lust for diapers got the better of him even more than his curiosity to find out what the girl had meant by the note. He stripped off his cloths knelt down on the floor and opened the box of Pampers. The amazing Pampers smell hit his nostrils like a freight train and he was filled with a powerful sense of happiness. He took out a fresh Pamper from the box, it was a real Pamper as far as he could tell, even though it was a large size, there was no way it should fit his teenage body. “If I could just make myself small enough to fit the diapers…” he thought with a laugh. But even though he knew he couldn’t wear it properly, at least he could still have fun with it, he leapt to his bed.
Opening the bottom half of the diaper, he quickly lay on his back, lifted his bottom and slid the diaper beneath him. As he brought the front of the diaper up between his legs and into place over his throbbing arousal, he felt a strange tingling sensation. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as he did, his body seemed to be on auto pilot. He continued to diaper himself, closing first the right tape, then the left one, securing the diaper around his waist with near perfect fit, he was astonished.
When he jumped up off the bed he learned what the girl had meant in the note. Everything around him was bigger, his bed, his desk, the chair. He quickly realized that it wasn’t the room that was huge; it was himself that had become small. Comparing his height to the bed next to him, he guessed he was about the size of an eight year old.
He walked over to his mirror, the diaper crinkled loudly as he moved. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he did not see a small eight year old boy, however a shrunken version of his teenaged self, sized just right to fit the Pamper he was wearing.
“Amazing!” he said while staring at himself in the mirror. Another flash of light appeared, this time in his right hand. As the light faded a new note appeared in his hand. He read it.
These diapers will match your mood, just think about how you want to enjoy them, and they will accommodate you.
Have fun!
Love,
The Girl
She was right; the diapers had made him small enough to fit them, exactly what he had thought about before putting one on. The note vanished. His arousal got the better of him and he quickly returned to his bed. As he had done so many times before with fake homemade diapers or just a mound of Kleenex stuffed into the front of his tighty whities he mounted his pillow and began humping in his diaper. “Oh Yes!” He moaned moments later as he came hard into the soft lining of the Pamper.
As his orgasm ended and his mind returned to his surroundings, he felt different. This time there was no shame, no intense urge to get the diaper off and hide any evidence of his actions. His only thought was of how lucky he was to have found such a wonderful girl, and of the box of diapers in his closet…and the possibilities they presented.
Chapter 9
She was flying, high above the Earth; she was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Environmental conditions had no effect on her; she had complete control of her mind and body. She could regenerate her own cells as they died. Not even the vacuum of space could harm her.
“The boy’s energy has made you stronger than I expected…this is your awakening, your time to explore, to learn your full potential…go explore this world, don’t be afraid, I can always find you and nothing of this world can harm you…this will be the first of many adventures you will take.” Her mother had told her.
And so she did. She stood in the back yard, leapt into the air and was gone in a flash. It seemed so simple, almost instinctual, and as easy as walking. As she rose high above the world, she could reach out and hear the thoughts of the humans below, now she was able to focus on individuals and not only hear their thoughts but feel their emotions as well…drawing energy from each. She thought of the boy, her love, which she had just sent home. It was so simple, she just imagined him sleeping in his own bed and in an instant she had transported him there with her own powers.
She had sent him notes, mental text messages that took physical form for him to read and a gift as well, one that she knew he would deeply enjoy. His emotions would continue to give her strength. All she had to do was to think of him and she could see into his world, see him, feel him, and even talk to him if she wished. If he were in trouble, she could be by his side in an instant.
She was moving fast now, circling the Earth, experiencing emotions from millions of humans from far off lands. “This world is full of horrors and wonders alike” she thought as she felt the endless range of emotions flowing through her. She realized now that language was no barrier to her. She understood every human language, and could speak the language of her choosing at any time.
Far over Europe she felt the emotions of a sad child, reading the child’s thoughts she learned that this child was a prisoner. The child had been taken against its will and had been subjected to horrible abuse by terrible men. She swept in like a bolt of lightning. The child’s captors were stunned as she appeared before them out of thin air.
One man attempted to subdue her, but was thrown back against the wall with such force that his skull fractured instantly and his body was broken. The other men raised their weapons, opening fire. The bullets stopped in mid air around her and fell to the floor. She waived her hands and the men’s weapons vanished. With a snap of her fingers, the remaining men all dropped to the floor. She could have killed them all with a simple thought if she had wanted to, but she left them all impotent and weak. None of them would ever harm a child again. She bent down and whispered into the ear of one of the fallen men.
“I know you all, I can find you any time I want…remember that.” She told him. Then she snapped her fingers. In a flash of light, the child was teleported back to its family, all was well.
She was a super hero, no…a goddess. She continued her journey helping many others along the way, her powers were incredible now, and seemed to grow stronger as she traveled. She thought of the boy, and in doing so found him enjoying the gift she had left for him. She felt his explosive release inside the soft lining of the diaper and smiled. His happiness gave her even more strength.
She wanted to be with him physically, so she altered her course and headed for home. “Home” she thought. What was home? She had memories of fleeing with her mother, fleeing a world of sadness and torture. That world wasn’t home; it had just been a holding pen. This world was wonderful, with all its wonders and horrors alike, it was nothing like the holding pen. But it was not home. As she flew high above the Earth she wondered if she would ever find her true home.