Luna disguised herself as Paige and answered the door. It was some random salesman with the latest in vacuum technology. So powerful that it could lift up a bowling ball. “Well.” Luna had started. “I do love power.” She smiled as she drained the man of his soul.
Billie found herself stuck on her knees. As soon as Luna had dropped her she had slipped on the plastic and tumbled forward. The crib walls were too high to climb out of and she couldn’t use magic to leap out of them because the bars stopped to close to the ceiling. What was worse was that when she had tumbled forward Billie had found she had to slither across to the crib wall push her chest against it to climb up. This had begun to work her diaper lower on her body so the only way she could pull it back up was to go back onto her knees and stay there. At least with the demon gone she could begin plotting a spell to get her out.
Before her mind could really get to work Billie found herself orbed into the Attic. Staring at the Book of Shadows longingly Billie found herself frozen to the ground.
“It appears that the Charmed Ones don’t like you very much Junior.” Luna laughed. “They have just told me where to find some good old-fashioned girly girl clothing for you.” Luna spun the wand at old wardrobe in the back of the Attic. As they parted a couple of musty looking chest came into view. The chests then sprung open and lines of baby clothing, enough for all three sisters, began to levitate out of the chests and land neatly in a rows in front of Billie.
Pinks, polka dots, yellows, lilacs and strawberry reds where all present in clothes that would be much too small to fit but Billie knew that wouldn’t really be a problem. After all the diaper bunching around her waist had come out of a normal package. Billie then saw baby equipment the boys had outgrown orb in front of her just long enough for Billie to see it and wince before it orbed somewhere else.
Reappearing in the living room Billie found she could move. However she was now in the playpen in the corner of the room. Luna walked up to the bars of the pen. “Harness.” She commanded and Billie found that she was once again able to move her arms. Luna then smiled. “I’ve been thinking of the best way to ensure that my Junior Witch in Training doesn’t get too big for her britches and try to start casting spells against me.” Luna informed Billie. “And of course I’ve come up with a perfect solution.” She said holding up a pair of mittens connected via a length of cord in one hand. In the other she held a pacifier. Letting go of the two objects they both stopped in mid air whether frozen or simply levitated Billie didn’t know. All she knew that whatever power Luna had over messing with people’s heads she was using now because she could concentrate on nothing else. Luna then picked up her wand and spun it at the two garments. “Pacifier.” She commanded and Billie found the pacifier between her lips and clipped onto her shirt via a pink Minnie Mouse clip. “Mittens.” Luna spoke again. This time Billie found her hands placed inside the white mittens and the cord was placed underneath her shirt.
Suddenly Billie’s head became clear. Not caring about mittens or pacifiers she aimed a lightning bolt spell at Luna. The mittens sparked as the lightning discharged but they did not rip. Instead Billie watched as the lightning travelled up from one mitten across the cord and down through the other. Without warning Billie’s gloved hand raised itself up and planted itself firmly against the back of her diaper. Billie looked at her padded hand as if it had betrayed her. She had just spanked herself, hard. She turned to glower at Luna who simply smirked causing Billie’s anger to boil over. Spitting out the pacifier Billie began to chant an incantation. As she reach the climax of the spell she found pacifier hovering just inches from her lips. Her eyes wide she watched as the end of the pacifier began to glow. Suddenly it shot into her mouth and Billie felt the jolt of a spell run through her. It was then she found herself wailing. Not an adult cry but a helpless babyish cry that was so immature that Billie just felt so little stupid and helpless and the tears came as she subsided to deep gulping breaths.
Billie then found herself orbed right in front of Luna who took hold of her diaper and checked it. “A spanked ass, a little cranky tantrum but there’s nothing downstairs.” Luna smiled releasing the waistband of Billie’s diaper and giving it a pat. “Maybe what you need is a makeover.” Luna smiled.
Ch. 2
A dark haze filled the living room and as three Tormentors were summoned into the living room. In their shadow forms they stared at Billie with their unblinking silver eyes. Then they began to reform. Their bodies shrunk down and moved into the colored spectrum. Each Tormentor began to morph into preteen girl. The first became a small blonde girl about 11 or 12 wearing a black and white striped crop top and white pants. The second Tormentor sprouted mousey brown hair from underneath a green colored straw hat. She was wearing a summery outfit consisting of a dual cut top with a soft green stripe along the top. It was white underneath the green stripe and finished just above the Tormentor’s three quarter length green pants. The last Tormentor molded itself into a girl slightly older than the other two. Possibly 13 or 14 not much older but a definite amount. This Tormentor transformed itself into a having red hair, hung in pig tails, whilst wearing a white USA soccer shirt and pink track pants.
The demons then rounded on a still frozen Billie eyeing her with haunting silver eyes. The two younger Tormentors then swiped at Billie’s legs knocking her down to their size whilst the oldest grabbed at Billie’s top. Ripping it off of Billie’s back the red head then stuffed the top down the back of Billie’s diaper. Tears formed in Billie’s eyes as she was forced to stand in front of Luna in nothing but a bra and a diaper.
“With the amount of use those diapers are going to get I think it’ll be better if Junior can’t actually remove them.” Luna smiled. Pointing the wand at Billie she began to chant.
“Your powers are nullified in those baby clothes,
They feed energy to me, so my magic grows,
I’ll now abuse the Power of Three,
And bond you into diapers, you helpless baby.”
Billie found herself awash with magical energy. Staring down at her diaper it seemed to fasten itself to her skin, like egg sticking to an unoiled frying pan. Sliding her mittened hand against the waistband of the diaper Billie found she was completely unable to pull it away from her skin. She lifted her head up to glower at Luna but all she found instead were the three Tormentors staring at her. Now that she could move however Billie wasn’t exactly going to hang around and wait to see what they had planned. Turning she started to sprint for the door.
“Baby bouncer.” Luna commanded. Billie tried to force what had just happened out of her mind. She knew, deep down, that she had just been placed in a baby bouncer and whilst her feet hit the gorund and the bungee cords hadn’t gone slack yet she wasn’t hopeful of how long that situation would last for. As the cords went tight Billie found herself being propelled backwards and up. Her back slapped against the ceiling before she was dumped uncerimonliously onto her face on the floor. The cords then tightened up more and Billie found her feet lifted to just off the floor meaning she was once again captive. “Now I think it might be best if you stop running away all the time.” Luna mocked moving inches from Billie’s face. Billie tried to kick and punch forward but the baby bouncer held her too rigidily beneath her arms and her legs too high off the ground so she ended up performing a cycling motion in mid air. “Now, now, temper, temper.” Luna smiled. “If your getting cranky then perhaps you have a fever. And you don’t want me checking for one of those do you?” Luna asked. Billie thought on this for a second then stopped. “Good baby.” Luna patronised. Turning to the Tormentors Luna laughed. “We will have to go shopping to get somebody some more diapers.” She jerked her head back to Billie. “Whatever you dress her in will be fine. But as she’s soooo sad perhaps you should dress her in something special to lift her spirits.” Luna affected concern as she orbed out of the room.
Piper, Phoebe and Paige clung to each other as the Power of Three was forcibily drawn from them. Convulsing Paige felt like she was on fire as her greatest gift was used to demean her young charge again.
“We have to stop this.” Phoebe said recovering first.
“That’s pretty obvious.” Piper stated flatly.
“But how? We’re not even here we’re just some memories. We don’t know where our bodies are and apparently our souls are somewhere different.” Paige shrugged exasperated.
“Perhaps I could be of assistance.” A blond haired fat man asked.
The three Tormentors crowded around Billie. She hung her head in shame as the abominations unceremoniously dumped her out of the baby bouncer and onto the floor. Despite their small size the demons were blessed with the usual increased strength and stamina. Finding a pair of hands down her diaper Billie started to turn around only to have another set of hands clamp around her waist and hold her steadily in place. Taking the ripped top out of Billie’s diaper the Tormentors held it up in front of Billie.
“I don’t think she can really wear this again.” The red head told the others.
“Your right.” The other two agreed.
“Oh well I guess we had better go up to Junior’s nursery and get her ready to go.”
