“Yes we’ve already had a couple of whoopsies today haven’t we Junior?” Luna asked. Billie felt the bow on her head gain and loose weight rapidily causing Billie to nod her head overenthusiasitcally.
“She must be the one who wet herself down the diaper aisle.” Jenna stated. Billie almost sighed, there was somebody who wouldn’t be on the dean’s list this year.
“It was more like the shoes section.” The soccer Tormentor stated.
“Oh ok. ” Alice shrugged. “Who are you guys?”
“We’re Junior’s big sisters.” The Tormentors smiled.
“And Junior’s always like this?” Alice asked. Affecting Billie’s new nickname.
“Oh yes, well except when she’s at class. Then its usually just a nice safe diaper until she can get home.” Luna explained. “At classes she’ll try and act nice and grown up but once she gets home its back into her true role in our family.”
“Isn’t that a little bit weird.” Jenna puzzled.
“Not really it was her choice.” Luna lied again.
Billie found that she had finished the bottle and Luna had pulled it away. Standing Luna moved over to the highchair. Before she released Billie from it she pulled out a spare towel from a pocket in the diaper bag. Using a baby wipe to clean around Billie’s mouth Luna removed the young witches bib and placed the towel over her shoulder. Sliding the catch from underneath the highchair Luna release Billie and quickly released Billie’s hands from the harnesses as well effectively setting Billie free. However Billie once again found she was frozen solid. Unable to move she had no choice but to allow Luna to levitate her up and pull Billie over her shoulder. Standing up Luna forced Billie’s legs around her waist and with no effort at all Luna supported Billie with one hand and rubbed her back with the other.
Billie couldn’t believe it, she was being burped in front of two of her classmates.
What was even more surprising was the size of the burp she did let out after only a few seconds. Satisfied Luna sat back down to speak to Billie’s classmates. She replaced Billie’s pacifier and dropped Billie down onto the floor infront of her whilst holding onto the reins attachted to the back of Billie’s harness.
“Sorry duty called.” Luna smiled politely. Billie stared at her clasmates with begging eyes but they seemed oblivious, more like dumbstruck by her appearance, so they were of little help.
“And this is Billie’s idea?” Jenna asked.
“Of course. Once we established that she pretty much was going back into diapers 24/7 Junior felt it was better if she simply accepted where babies come in life.” Luna explained to Alice and Jenna. “Didn’t we Junior.” She cooed at Billie moving her head down to Billie’s level. “Mmm, aren’t you fussy just now?” Luna asked puzzled. “Can you get her dolly please?” Luna asked the Tormentor with the green hat.
As that Tormentor went to get a dolly for Billie the other two descended down to Billie’s level. The young witch was in a very difficult position as she was sat on the floor in front of Luna and her classmates with the Tormentors on either side of her. “They’re great with her.” Luna smiled at the two Tormentors.
“They must be a big help.” Alice said wearily. “So its nothing medical?” She said inclining her head at Billie.
“Oh goodness no.” Luna laughed. “This is what Junior wanted diapers and all. Don’t worry she’s only a little embarrassed but it was her choice.” She said directing everybodies gaze back down to Billie who was trying to stop the Tormentors from flicking ice down her diaper. The first Tormentor returned with a soft ragtime doll for Billie and set it down in front of the witch.
“Oh my.” Jenna gasped.
“Well, its good to meet you.” Alice smiled at Luna. “And we’ll see you in class Junior.”
“Actually before you go…” Luna began, this stopped both girls from standing. “I don’t suppose I could ask a favour?”
“What is it?” Jenna asked.
“Well I’m a single parent and sometimes I need a bit of a break from my treasures.” She said ruffling the top of the nearest Tormentor’s head. “I was wondering if you knew of anyone on campus who might be willing to babysit Junior and the girls?”
“I’d do it.” Alice smiled arching her eyebrows.
“Really?” Luna asked.
“Absolutely, I used to babysit in highschool. I’m guessing the only difference with Junior is bigger diapers.”
“And bigger messes unfortunately.” Luna laughed. “But I’ll pay good rates.” She added.
“Sounds like a plan.” Alice said before she gave out her cellphone number to Luna. “I hope to see you soon Junior.”
“Yeah see you on Monday Junior.” Jenna laughed as the two girls got up to walk away.
“Well isn’t that lucky.” Luna asked Billie who frowned through her pacifier. “But I’m really sorry girls somebody needs a nap so we will have to be going.” She said to Billie’s departing classmates.
As soon as their backs were turned Luna orbed Billie and the Tormentors back to the mansion. Billie found herself dropped in her cot in the nursery whilst the Tormentors appeared in the doorway. Luna herself remained behind in the mall for a few seconds. Spinning her wand around Luna absorbed the souls of the entire population of the mall in single sweep. The bodies of the soulless began to fizz in a dark haze as Luna orbed herself back to the mansion.
Billie stared at the Tormentors in the doorway. They were wearily watching Billie who found that not only was the crib’s sides higher than she could climb out of but they were very securely locked in place. Jumping against the walls of the crib Billie hoped to use her momentum to push the crib over onto its side so she could escape. It was as this point that Luna orbed into the nursery and as the demon watched Billie jump against the sides of the crib and try to push it over she smiled. Waving her wand at the crib she changed it so that crib could now rock from side to side. And as Billie fell back onto the plastic mattress the young witch’s inertia set the crib swaying.
“Oh rock-a-bye.” Luna laughed. She jutted her head towards Billie. “I think we had better get Junior ready for a nap don’t you?” She asked the Tormentors. The demons nodded their heads. “Good you had better find her something to wear after all we can’t have a baby sleeping naked now can we?” Luna said shooing the Tormentors away. Luna then levitated the crib into the middle of the room so she could walk around Billie whilst she mocked her. Striding up to the bars of the crib Luna watched as Billie sat down dejectedly in the middle of the bed. Crossing her legs the young witch began to pout around the pacifier. Luna walked around to the side of the crib so she was staring into Billie’s eyes. “What’s wrong baby? Have you done another whoopsie?” She mocked. Billie just put her head down and prayed for some respite from Luna. Luna however had other ideas.
Using her demon strength coupled with her stolen levitating powers Luna grabbed the side of the crib and spun it with all her might. Billie found herself pinned to the mattress of the crib as she was spun 360 degrees. The spin continued at the same speed as Luna kept the friction off of the bearing with her levitating powers. Soon Billie began to feel dizzy and disorientated. As Luna then began to increase the speed of the rotation of the crib Billie’s vision began to narrow and she began to black out. Feeling very weak suddenly the rotation slowed and Billie found herself sliding along on her stomach as the centrifugal force kept her mostly supported to the crib’s plastic mattress. However once the crib reached the top of its arc Billie found herself dropping away from the crib. Falling face first Billie thought that at least she’d be out of the crib. Only to find herself slapping harshly against the plastic of the crib as it rotated to quickly catch the young witch before spinning her around again.
Billie was spun and dropped four more times by the crib before Luna finally stopped it. Looking up at the demon, her face red, hair a mess and looking disheveled, Billie sneered at Luna. Standing up on jelly legs she walked over to the edge of the crib where Luna was standing and attempted to kick out the demon. Luna didn’t even look disinterested as she froze Billie’s leg in place. Arching her eyebrow at the witch Luna walked motioned for Billie’s other leg to lift and sent the young witch onto her back.
From lying facing the lighting fixture Billie found herself orbed over Luna’s lap. Billie’s upper torse was frozen solid but the demon left her legs able to kick, even if Billie herself couldn’t move. Pulling the young witches skirt up and exposing her diaper Luna affected disapointed.
“You will not grow up to be a voilent little girl.” Luna said sadly. “I’m afraid there’s only one thing I can do to straighten you out.” She grinned wickedly as she removed Billie’s pacifier and pulled down the witch’s diaper. Billie just remained where she was trembling. The demon had her completly at her mercy and with her strength could easily end her life. However she was toying with her and the more she did the more helpless and alone Billie felt. She, of course, had no idea that Luna was amplifying these emotions but there was still a small part of Billie that felt like this anyway. Luna absentmindely tapped her hand against Billie’s exposed rump as she waited for her audience to return. Of course like everything in life the time of wait only served to increase Billie’s emotions. She was nearly histerical by the time the Tormentors finally returned with a couple of hideous footed sleepers. “Now girls, Junior here has been naughty.” Luna patronised. Like many when speaking to children Luna was using words that were more imature as if Billie couldn’t understand the concepts of good and bad yet. “Its not good to be naughty. This is what happens.” Luna said as she brought her palm down against Billie rear.
Billie had thought that Luna might have built up to her strokes but evidently she was wrong. The first slap left a stinging welt on her rump and brought tears to her eyes. Looking up at Luna the demon simply gave a minute shrug. Then she brought her hand down a second time. Although this was done with the same force as the first Billie still arched her neck willing her body to move away from the pain but finding herself still frozen to the spot. The with kicked her legs about to try and rid herself of the stinging sensation but was only rewarded with a third and forth smack that followed in quick sucession. By the time Luna had brought her hand down a fifth time the tears were flowing freely down Billie’s cheeks.
“Look the little baby is crying.” One of the Tormentors mocked.
“I bet she wishes she had her paci now.” Another said as the sixth smack rained down on Billie.
“She’ll be balling in no time and wishing for a soft spongy diaper.” The last giggled when the seventh swat hit home.
Billie bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out as Luna slapped her backside an eighth time. By the nineth she had drawn blood but hadn’t cried out much to the chargrin of the watching Tormentors. The tenth and final stroke left Billie humiliated and sore. Luna turned Billie around as if she weighed nothing and pulled her diaper back over her bruised rump. Ripping off the red dress and bow Billie had been forced into she held the young witch under the shoulders on her knee.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Luna asked Billie. The young witch could see she wasn beaten for the moment so nodded her head. “Well, say thank you so I know there are no hard feelings.” Luna pressed.
“Thank you.” Billie bit out.
“That’s good, that’s how a nice young lady should ask. None of this bratty nonsense from you.” Luna said extending her arms out for a hug.
“No.” Billie said quietly. She had no intention of hugging the demon. Luna simply raised her hand to Billie’s side and extended her palm. Her meaning was clear. Swallowing Billie leaned into a hug.
“Would one of you please get Junior another diaper.” Luna asked sweetly releasing Billie.
“Why she hasn’t filled that one yet.” The Tormentor in black and white giggled as she grabbed the poofy white garment.
“Of course she hasn’t but I think somebody might need a bit of padding downstairs.” Luna emphasised drawing the overlarge diaper around Billie and patting her bottom. “Now did you get some plastic panties I don’t want Junior to leak all over her sheets.” Luna asked lifting Billie by both shoulders and dangling the witch over her head. “Do I? No I don’t.” She mocked. Billie for a moment considered spitting in the face of the demon but her sore rear quashed those urges.
“Here they are.” The soccer Tormentor rushed. Handing Luna a pair of bright yellow plastic panties. The panties looked, to Billie anyway, remarkably plain they were a dull yellow colour and had elasticized cuffs and waist but another than she could see no patterns or any other types of frills.
“Thank you.” Luna smiled drawing the panties up Billie’s shapely legs and over the top of her padded rear. She set Billie down onto the floor and Billie winced as she touched the floor. “Now what did you find for Junior to wear?”
“We got this. Its special.” The Tormentor with the green hat smiled holding up an oversized purple footed sleeper.
Billie at once understood why the plastic panties had been so minimalistic. This sleeper was beyond an eyesore. It was a riot of colours and angles and would drown Billie’s shapely form which Billie suspected was the point. Luna took hold of Billie’s hands and removed the mittens she was wearing. Billie however was wary if the magic in them was truly gone after what happened in the mall with the pacifier as even though she couldn’t hit herself as hard as Luna could Billie was afraid to try it just now. Even with her hands free Billie was too timid to fight back just now and allowed her feet to be stepped into the sleeper. Even as it was drawn up her body Billie could tell the sleeper was horrendous in so many ways. The feet attached were differening colours, her left blue and right red, which were then capped by and overhanging frill, this a lime green, the purple sleeper body then hung loosely around her knees until around her diaper where it was drawn in tightly, accentuating her diaper bulge. The crotch also had buttons to allow for quick diaper changes and each button was an off putting brown colour that was tied to the sleeper by thick orange thread. Billie shuddered as she felt the sleeper’s zipper being drawn up her back. The sleeper was again very loose around Billie’s chest and torso, make her figure completely neutral and its garish purple was offset by thick black piping in vertical stripes. Billie’s arms were gently forced down the sleeves where the purple arms continued down to rust red cuffs that were large and frilly but went to become very tight at her wrists. Around Billie’s neck the sleeper’s collar which extended out past her shoulders and down to her breastbone was a putrid yellow but was so light that a slight movement would sent it up to reveal its pink underside.
Billie stared down at what she had been reduced to as the Tormentors backed away to admire their handiwork. Aside from her large double diaper bulge Billie’s form was hidden behind frills and loud colours she guessed that this wasn’t exactly one of the garments that the sister’s had either had stowed away in the attic or that one of the boys would have been forced into but that was of little comfort. As Luna motioned for the other demons to put Billie into her crib the young witch felt her stomach start to churn, signalling the onslaught of the chilli she had been force fed at the mall. Looking out of the bed as the rail was slid up in front of her face Billie was about to protest when Luna used her wand to rock the crib and Billie had no intention of being caught in another spin cycle. Lying down Billie felt a sheet being drawn over her and frozen into place. Struggling briefly Billie forced herself to relax as the demons left the room.
Ch. 4
The texture of the footed sleeper bristled against her skin. It felt like a it was animal fur like a rat or mouse, which meant it felt uncomfortable rather than warm and encompassing. Rubbing her sleeves Billie tried to ignore the pressure building on her insides. She didn’t want to mess herself again. Struggling with the frozen sheet Billie looked down at the trapped bulk of her diaper. At least her thick diaper was slightly more pleasant on her sore behind. She mused. Looking at her hands now free from the mittens Billie wondered it she could actually use some of her magic. Unlike Paige she couldn’t just orb out of here or just blow them up like Piper. Even Phoebe could have levitated the sheet off of herself and then escaped out of the crib but Billie was stuck. Pouting Billie was spurned into action as her stomach rumbled. Shaking off her torpor Billie summoned a small lightning spell.
Her fingers fizzed momentarily before the spell failed to ignite in its radiance. Billie chewed her lip as she wondered what had gone wrong. Trying again Billie pulsed more power into the spell and was rewarded as the electricity discharged from her hand. The spell began to fly from the young witch lighting the room in an electric blue flash. However the spell didn’t arc away from her body as planned. Billie watched as the back of the bolt appeared to catch the front just above Billie’s head. The spell then burst in a shower of golden dust that fell on Billie’s head. Trying to shield her face with her hands Billie found herself inhaling some of the dust. It began to stick to her eyebrows and lashes and Billie began to feel really weak. Shaking her head to try and wake herself up Billie raised her arms in an effort to try and keep herself awake. It was to no avail though as Billie felt her eyelids grows heavy and as she watched as the golden yellow dust settled on her body Billie already felt like she was in dreamland.
Luna orbed into the nursery as soon as she could feel Billie drifting off. Pointing the wand at the young witch Luna watched as Billie’s image began to appear in the confines of her crystal wand. Unlike the Charmed Ones however Billie’s body didn’t disappear. Instead Luna moved her hands over the wand and placed them above the crystal. Dangling her fingers as if she was controlling a puppet a world began to form around Billie’s image.
At first there was darkness. Then a blinding white light caused Billie to shield her eyes. “I’m not in Kansas anymore.” Billie thought dryly. As the light began to subside and shift Billie found herself standing on wooden plank above the ocean. For as far as she could see the plank stretched out infront and behind her. It didn’t appear to be supported by anything and was no wider than Billie’s shoulders. Rubbing her hands to her biceps Billie felt the uncomfortable sleeper was gone. Staring down at her appearance Billie found that she was wearing a ripped linen shirt that had long sleeves that fell about her fingers. Lifting up the shirt Billie found that her diapers were gone. Well almost. They had been replaced by bright and colourful Little Mermaid Little Swimmer. Dropping the shirt down back over the swim diaper Billie brought her hands up to her head. Her hair felt stringy and unwashed, her skin grimey and unclean and her bare feet felt like they had been caked in mud.
The plank began to shake as Billie heard mutterings coming from behind her. Looking over her shoulder Billie saw Tormentors in their black oily form approaching her. Not wanting to find out why Billie took a couple of steps away. The plank began to shake more violently as Billie stepped and the young witch had to carefully tread to avoid bumping herself into the water. Billie wasn’t sure why but she felt that falling into the water would be a very bad idea.
Sneaking a glance down into the crystal waters Billie’s fears were confirmed when she saw other Tormentors circling beneath her. They had fish like fins and large flippered feet but the imps still retained their humanoid forms. Beginning to increase her pace Billie began to move quickly along the plank. Billie found she was reduced to waddling as she tried to escape her pursuers. Her swim diaper was designed to be latex tight against her skin causing it to bunch between Billie’s legs as she tried to move quickly. Coupled to the fact that the faster Billie tried to move along the plank the more the wooden beam began to oscilate. Stealing a quick glance behind her Billie saw the Tormentors gaining on her. Ignoring the wobbling plank and the uncomfortable garment around her waist Billie attempted to pick up the pace causing the demons to whoop in delight.
Rushing along the plank her legs feeling like jello Billie’s glance kept drifting behind her. For a second it appeared that the Tormentors had dropped back, staring at the demons for a second too long Billie found her foot missing the beam. It wasn’t so much that the witch had missed the beam, in fact her foot slipped straight through the solid wood as if it wasn’t there. Throwing her arms forward Billie could only scrabble hold of a solid piece of the beam with her nails. Feeling the wood jar against her hands leaving splinters embedded deep in her finger tips Billie clung to the beam. The wood began to bend down towards the ocean and the Tormentors swimming beneath Billie began to hum with activity.
Staring down Billie watched as the demons began to circle like sharks setting themselves for a feeding frenzy. As the first demon leaped from the water aiming itself at Billie the young witch swung her legs up and wrapped them around the solid beam. The Tormentor missed by inches, Billie was sure she could actually feel its breath the backs of her legs. With no time to react a second Tormentor jumped at Billie’s hanging form. There was no way for the young witch to avoid the demon and Billie tensed her body biting her fingers deap into the plank. Unfortunately for Billie even though she couldn’t avoid the Tormentor she still had to watch as the demon flew through the air towards her hanging diaper. Tensing her body Billie felt the Tormentor hit her.
Rather than the demon striking at Billie with mass however the demon seaped through her body. Billie shuddered as her stomach clenched and her gag reflex kicked in. She felt like she was going to be sick and soil herself whilst choking all at the same time. Managing to gain control on her convulsing insides BIllie prevented herself from doing any of those things as she tried to swing herself around and back up onto the skyward side of the beam.
Pulling her leg over the beam Billie began to slide her body around. Whilst her vision was obscured by the wooden plank a third Tormentor flew at Billie. Billie felt her insides clench again but as she was in the middle of trying to pull herself around Billie wasn’t as quick to reassert her control over her tensing body and she felt herself wetting her diaper slightly. Hiccupping as well Billie shook her head and gritted her teeth. Staring down at the swirling Tormentors Billie sneered at the demons. Looking back at the demons who had been following her on the beam Billie saw them resume the chase. Muttering under her breath Billie turned and began to run again.
Try as she might Billie found that she was unable to keep herself far ahead of the chasing pack of Tormentors. Despite sprinting so hard that she felt that the beam’s wobbling would throw her up and into the cool blue waters beneath her Billie couldn’t outpace the demons.
It was then that she caught sight of the island. Redoubling her efforts Billie increased her already lung bursting pace. Her balance was tested by the beam’s vibration and she could feel her legs wanting to buckle under her own weight. Ignoring all this Billie just sucked down burning lung-fulls of air and tried to make it to the island. The Tormentors behind her kept narrowing the gap between the themselves and the witch and within several steps were close enough to be able to slash at Billie’s flailing shirt. As their claws tore out at the garment Billie could feel her stomach convulse with each slash. As the tail of her shirt was torn into strips actively revealing her swim diaper Billie felt herself releasing a little bit of urine into her diaper. Acting as a spur this forced Billie to run at an uminaginable speed. As the island got closer Billie watched as figures on the sandy shore became clearer. If she hadn’t been so busy pumping her arms and legs Billie would have stopped in shock.
It was the Charmed Ones.
Rushing to the island Billie saw the sisters beckoning to her. She sprinted on ignoring her tumbling stomach and weakening knees. Grimancing as she was forced to wet her swim diaper again slightly Billie forced herself onwards and away from the chasing pack of Tormentors. Watching the sister’s ahead of her Billie noticed that they were chanting a spell. Billie watched as a framework appeared around the island. The frame seemed to shimmer with silver light as if there were very fine sheets hanging from it. However there was one gap directly in front of Billie and she charged towards that.
With two paces to go until she was inside the frame Billie snuck a look backwards and saw the Tormentors only a pace behind her. Turning to look forward again Bille found herself staring directly into Paige’s eyes. Billie nodded slightly as she tried to run past her friend. Only Billie found herself stopped. She had run straight into Paige’s outstretched hand which was currently against Billie’s diaper. Billie shuddered as her mentor witch squeezed the Little Swimmer.
“Let me past.” Billie shrieked hurriedly.
“Oh I’m sorry.” Paige shrugged. “Only clean girls get to stay safe.” And with that she pushed Billie so hard that she spun the young witch back to face the Tormentors who were just about on top of her. Billie turned back to the frame but found the gap was gone. Turning back to the Tormentors Billie tried to summon a spell. However she was too late and the demons piled towards her diving through her body causing her to convulse. Billie felt her stomach cramp painfully as she began to black out.
Billie awoke to a near crippling stomach cramps. As the cramps eased they were replaced by a foul stench. Not daring to open her eyes Billie was only too aware as to what had just happened. Worse than that with the sheet being frozen in place Billie literally had lie and feel the mess being spread up and down her skin. Forcing away the wallowing self pity she felt Billie managed to wiggle one of her arms free. Conjuring a tiny lightning spell that sat on the egde of her finger Billie burnt through the sheet that was holding her in place. Peeling herself away from the plastic sheet Billie sat up on her knees with her diaper sagging beneath her.
She regarded her surroundings. Effectively she was trapped by the crib and although she could cast some spells it appeared that anything too powerful would result in that yellow sleep dust being released again. Billie touched her hand gently to her rear of her sleeper. And she didn’t want that to happen again. Moving gingerly to the bars of the crib Billie felt the bed shift with her weight. Hanging onto the bars Billie felt along them looking for the latch. Finding it just at her finger tips Billie gently tried to work it loose. Finding it stuck Billie zapped a lightning spell at the latch. As the bars of the crib descended Billie began to feel really woozy as the sleep dust blew past her face. Shaking it off Billie tried to stand and walk to the door. Finding her knees weak Billie resigned herself to crawling until the dust wore off.
Pulling open the door to the nursery Billie very carefully snuck out onto the landing. Looking up to the next floor for the attic Billie caught sight of the Soccer shirted Tormentor sitting on the stairs waiting for Billie. Billie briefly considered using the element of surprise and her magic to blow the imp away and charge up to the Book of Shadows however the more than likely din of a magical battle would alert Luna and Billie didn’t want that. Looking instead to the front door Billie’s musing where cut short as the Tormentor in the black and white began to move up the stairs towards Billie. Sliding back along the wall Billie eased herself from the nursery doorframe to the next room along, Piper’s. Obviously as the boy’s mother she would want to be near the nursery in case anything was to go wrong so Billie decided against hiding in this room because of two reasons. The first was that this was the most likely for Luna to be in and more importantly there was a significantly lower chance of this room containing any potions with which Billie could use against the demons. Moving instead to the last room on the same side of the stairs Billie snuck quickly into Phoebe’s room before the Tormentor reached eye level with the landing. Carefully and quietly closing the door Billie turned and faced the room.
She nearly yelped when she saw the napping form of the green hatted Tormentor. It was lying up in bed with the hat pulled low of its face and its chest was rythmically rising and falling. Billie shuddered slightly, and if she had indeed needed diapers, Billie thought dryly, she would probably have wet them a little. As her thoughts once again turned to her diapers Billie rubbed her hand against the soiled undergarment sagging around her waist and she was filled with disgust and revile. Staring around the room Billie saw that on the dresser half way between herself and the Tormentor there were some potions. Of course Billie didn’t know exactly what was in them but Phoebe was usually smart enough to label them with their constituant parts so Billie would at least know if they would be effective against the demons or not.
Billie eased forward. She hadn’t tried standing up when she entered the room and she was afraid to now. Pushing herself out quietly on her belly Billie felt for any loose or creaking floorboards as she gingerly pulled herself towards the dresser. Upon reaching the old fashioned wooden vanity Billie rose up onto her knees and reached for the first potion. As Billie made to grab at the small glass vial a green blur whizzed past the tips of her fingers actually shaving off a portion of one her elongated finger nails. The blur then arced back away from Billie who trained her eys on it as it slammed into the doorframe effectively sealing the door shut. As it spun to rest Billie saw that it was the green hat from the Tormentor. Turning to face the demon Billie’s hands felt for a potion vial but found them all shattered by the spinning hat.
“I think your a little young for makeup.” The Tormentor smiled as another green hat appeared on her head. “But its a good job your here because I can smell that one of us is in a dirty diaper.” The demon mocked moving her hands to the bedspread. “What do you think Mr Hoppy?” The imp asked a rabbit soft toy. “Go get the dirty diaper.” The Tormentor stressed hurling the soft toy at Billie.
As Billie ducked out of the way of the speeding soft toy she found herself being pounced upon by the Tormentor. As the toy hit the wall the impact dropped two pictures from the wall and left a sizable hole in the wall behind. Using its demon strength the Tormentor quickly overpowered Billie and held the young witch’s hands behind her back. Frog marching the Billie to the door the Tormentor savegly yanked Billie’s hands backwards causing her land on her full diapers spreading the mess further. Touching the green hat that was embedded in the doorframe the Tormentor cooed at Billie smugly as the green garment vanished in an oily haze. Pulling Billie roughly to her feet the imp casually walked Billie back into the nursery.
Thrusting Billie into the nursery the Tormentor roughly pushed the young witch up onto the changing table. Flipping Billie onto her back and causing the mess to in her diapers to move more the demon drew a strap over Billie’s chest and tightened it holding her in place. Although Billie could have fought the demon she decided to lay low and at least have the dignity of a clean diaper before she would try and make her escape. As the Tormentor stood over Billie it began to grow and although its clothes stayed in the same style as it was already wearing they became as decidedly more mature cut as the demon aged to slightly older than Billie before it reached for the first snap on Billie’s crotch.
At first Billie thought that the Tormentor was being quick and efficient as the demon unsnapped her sleeper. However Billie realised that she had been lulled into a false sense of security. As the Tormentor removed the tapes of Billie’s diaper it tutted disaprovingly. Looking up into Billie’s eyes it shook its head and carefully refastened the tapes of Billie’s diaper. Releasing the chest strap around Billie the Tormentor picked up the young witch and stood her up on the changing table. Spinning Billie around the Tormentor unzipped Billie’s sleeper and pulled it off of her. Stepping out of the garment Billie was naked save for her drooping plastic pants which masked her sagging diaper the young witch folded her arms across her chest to try and retain a little modesty.
“Sorry Junior but your going to need more than babywipes to clean up your whoopsie.” The Tormentor said in mature voice. Billie then found herself lifted off of her feet by the Tormentor. Hoisting Billie over its shoulder the demon placed its hand firmly on Billie’s rear further moving the mess in her diapers around. Billie wanted to try and fight the Tormentor off but without help there was no way for her to remove her own diapers and the last thing she wanted was to end up with diaper rash because of these evil demons.
Billie tried to remain motionless as she was carried through the mansion to the bathroom. As the Tormentor opened the door and it stood Billie in the bathtub and moved back slightly with a warning point of its finger.
“Now Junior we need to get all the whoopsie off of your bot-bot before we can put you in nice clean diapers ok?” The Tormentor mocked. “Now you just stand still and let the big girls clean you right off.” The demon laughed as it unpopped Billie’s plastic pants.
Discarding the yellow garment the Tormentor began to untape Billie’s diaper. Due to all the moving around that had befallen Billie some of the mess had leaked out from the inner most diaper and into the second. As Billie watched the Tormentor fussed around with the diaper making sure none of it fell onto the enamel bathtub that the demon had placed the young witch in. Equally as carefully the Tormentor then slowly removed the inner diaper and it casually discarded both into the boys’ diaper pail that was sitting by the toilet. Turning on the shower the Tormentor hummed softly to Billie as it took a facecloth that was sitting on top of the bathtub and it began to clean Billie’s most sensitive of areas. Billie was inert in shame as the demon rubbed her bottom clean she knew that deep down this was her chance to escape but instead she found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror. From the waist up she was as she would like to be, an adult, naked but Billie looked like an adult. From beneath her waist however Billie had somebody cleaning her mess from her bottom. She would have pouted but that would have affected the tiniest piece of dignity that she was striving to maintain.
“All done.” The Tormentor announced happily. Turning away from Billie to grab a towel the demon had left itself open for an attack.
Readying herself against the wall so she wouldn’t slip at the wrong moment Billie braced herself. Taking a breath Billie pushed herself forwards to land on top of the Tormentor. Holding her arms out in front of her ready to wrestle the demon to the ground Billie was surprised by both the Tormentor’s speed and actions. Rather than readying itself for a counterattack the Tormentor pulled off its hat and held it infront of itself. Billie watched with horror as all she could see was the darkened insides of the garment and as she moved towards the hat rather than pushing against it Billie fell inside the hat. She then found herself dumped face first onto the cold plastic mat of the downstairs playpen.
Completely naked and dripping wet from her waist down Billie placed her hand over her body to try and retain some modesty. The playpen looked out onto the big double bay windows and the busy street outside could easily see the shamed young witch. Moving to the back of the playpen and crouching down Billie hoped she would cast a small enough figure to be mistaken for the boys by the speeding traffic flying past the windows.
Billie then felt the toe of a high heel tapping against her bare behind. Looking up but not spinning around Billie saw Luna and the Tormentors standing behind her. The Tormentors were all back in their little girl forms but that still didn’t stop the sense of forboding that the young witch got from seeing them all standing over her.
“Changing mat.” Luna commanded and Billie found herself orbed onto a changing mat in the middle of the living room.
Finding herself frozen Billie was pushed onto her back by Luna as the Tormentors moved out of her field of vision. Billie could feel babywipes moving over her drying the water as the Tormentors returned with a new outfit for Billie to wear. Wordlessly Billie’s backside was raised up and the deposited onto diapers. As the tapes were drawn around her Billie found herself being raised up once more. This process was repeated until Billie had six diapers taped around her midsection. Finding herself unfrozen Billie tried to squeeze her legs together. Finding herself unable to the young witch sat up and stared at her captors. They were all admiring their handiwork.