“Corner.” Luna commanded. Billie found her nose in the corner of the living room. Her massive rear was now firmly on display to all those travelling past and as it was now getting dark the lights from the house would only attract the attention of the passerbys. “Now a little bird told me that two of my girls might have been fighting. But I know it wasn’t you Junior because you already learned your lesson about being a naughty girl didn’t you?”
Billie nodded her head not trusting herself to speak she could feel Luna behind her now and that sense of dread returned. Billie shivered as the demon slid her fingers under the waistband of her diapers and gave her rear a tap.
“No it certainly wasn’t you.” Luna smiled her mouth inches from Billie’s ear. “But just in case it was you can stand here and think about what you did whilst the big girls get your stuff ready for tonight.”
“What’s happening tonight?” Billie asked shakily.
“Oh because I haven’t got a babysitter you’ll have to come with me to P3.” Luna laughed. “Now don’t move.” She stressed leaving Billie alone.
It must have been only minutes that Luna and the Tormentors left Billie alone for but it seemed like hours. Billie could hear crashing, banging and giggling coming from the Tormentors as they piled what they needed together. Billie then found herself being swept up in the din of noise. Her hair was pulled back and platted, a pale blue Tweenies shirt was roughly pulled on her and her feet were covered by a pair of frilly white socks and a pair of white velcro trainers. Before she could react Billie found herself staring at a bulging diaper bag and the large bag for the boys’ travel cot. Gulping Billie turned and saw Luna stalking towards her left arm behind her back. Summoning her wand Luna gave Billie a toothed grin which made young witch feel very uneasy. Spinning the wand at Billie Luna began.
“When the music starts playing and the beat is pumping
You have to dance like a child that’s all runnning and bumping
I’ll pin this on you with the Power of Three
When in these pants your my dancing baby.”
Billie looked down as a red and black diaper cover squeezed itself over the gaurgantuan mass of diapers around Billie’s waist. The plastic pants where a full cut pair of rhumba panties and six lines of frills flagged the massive padding between Billie’s legs. Pulling the TV remote from behind the couch the Tormentor in the soccer shirt flicked the TV onto pop music station and as Billie was subjected to an overtoned Madonna studio aided to sound cool the young witch found herself dancing like a loon. There was no chance of a mature slow step with a beat that fast Billie was instead waving, bopping and weaving unsteadly on waddling steps whilst the music played. Finding herself being oogled by the Tormentors Billie tried to at least turn around and dance away from the demons but she found that her couple of faltering steps to spin her body away from the imps caused her to instead spin fully around with her arms wide open for dramatic effect.
“Aren’t you the little ballerina?” The Tormentor in the black and white teased.
Luna switched off the TV and turned to the imps. “Now you three behave whilst Junior and I are out.” She warned the Tormentors. “Now sweetness we had better go. We’ve got a lot to sort out to make sure your ready for when the crowds arrive.” She said pointing the wand at the pile on the floor. Before pointing the wand at Billie Luna stopped and looked at the young witch. “I might loose you in the crowd and I wouldn’t want anybody to mess with you or your diapers whilst we’re out.” She nodded sagely. Spinning the wand at Billie’s rhumba panties Luna added a strong looking heart shaped lock around their waist. The lock came complete with the phrase “Property of Mummy” etched into the lock. Luna then aimed her wand and Billie and the two orbed out of the room.
Phoebe turned floated to Piper the two sisters took each other’s hand. At the mention of P3 both became very worried for Billie. The staff at the club knew Billie and if Piper wasn’t there they would probably not know what to make of the development of this demon turning up with Billie diapered and in tow. Piper’s motherly instincts came to the fore and all she could think of was how terrible for Billie it would be. Phoebe however was being more practical. All she could think of was where Luna was going to put Billie because there was a possibility that the young witch would have access to some potions or weapons in the club.
“Maybe if Billie ends up in your office then she could use the potions in your safe.” Phoebe mused.
“I don’t keep potions in the safe.” Piper said defensively.
“Of course you don’t.” Phoebe smiled.
“I never thought I see your rumba panties again.” Piper shuddered.
“I wish we never had them to start with.” Phoebe said. “And I can bet Billie will never want to see them again once she vanquishes this demon.”
“The quicker we can get out of here the better.” Piper finished. “Then we can help make sure that Billie never has to suffer this ever again.”
Billie found herself orbed into an oversized car seat. The seat was wider and taller than a normal car seat however it was of the same style as the one that Piper used for the boys. It was also a lot deeper and Billie was sunk into the seat so it encompassed her making her feel very small. Beside her in the driver’s seat of Piper’s car Luna was using Piper’s voice to make arrangements at P3. As she casually told the staff that Piper was sick and she was taking care of business the demon turned to Billie and popped a pacifier into the young witches mouth. Even though Billie was secured by a five point harness and her arms were wedged in tight beside her body the young witch tried to think of some way she could stop Luna from driving her to P3. With her only real choice being able to make Luna crash the car Billie attempted to kick the stick into neutral but only succeeded in having the chair pushed backwards slightly to take her out of harms way. Sighing Billie felt like giving up and accepting her fate but a gurgle from her stomach reminded her of just how far down Luna had forced her to sink which increased Billie’s resolve ten-fold. Luna who had obviously heard Billie’s stomach gave the young witch’s knee a pat.
“Trying to clear some more room in there are you?” She laughed. “Well don’t worry your wearing enough diapers to last you the night. Even for a big messer like you.”
“I’ll just ask the staff for help.” Billie gurgled defiantly around the pacifier.
“Sure and how exactly will you explain all this.” Luna motioned to Billie. “I know what you goody goodies are like. No you won’t ask for help because otherwise you’ll have to explain that I’m a demon and your a witch. And I know the Charmed Ones wouldn’t approve.”
Billie didn’t know what to say. Luna was right and they both knew it looking back out the front window Billie began to watch the streets roll by.
“Don’t get down hearted though Junior.” Luna smiled in mock sympathy. “I know something that will cheer you up.” She nodded.
Billie then felt immense pressure on bladder. She couldn’t hold it and she wet her diaper in a sudden burst. The urine pooled and began to be absorbed but as Billie was in a reclined position the liquid not immediately absorbed flowed to the back of Billie’s diaper before pooling there and finally disappearing as the diaper did its job.
“Doesn’t that make you feel all warm and fuzzy?” Luna laughed. Billie shut her eyes bit back tears and tried to ignore her situation.
All too soon the car pulled up outside the back of P3. Luna left Billie secured in the car as she removed everything from the boot of the car in a single trip. Returning finally to Billie the demon orbed the young witch out onto the damp floor of the alleyway.
“Harness.” Luna commanded and Billie found herself strapped tightly to Luna. “Now its time to go inside and get you set up.” Luna said dragging Billie inside by the reins.
Billie tried to avoid eye contact as she walked inside. Most of the staff of P3, many who Billie knew by name, would be there tonight. Billie hoped that the unpleasant storm that was brewing would keep the crowds away tonight, as it usually did on the less busy Friday nights. Coupled to the fact that Piper hadn’t booked a band to play meant that hopefully Billie would be spared some embarrassment. Her huge waddling behind however seemed to imply otherwise though. Being lead directly up to the bar Billie tried to keep her eyes on the counter top as Luna showed her off to the staff.
“Now I’m the babysitter that Piper usually uses for the boys. However tonight I have another charge. This little one is having some control issues and as such I have taken that responsibility from her.” Luna explained loudly. Billie chanced a look around the club and saw everybody staring at her. And her huge diapers. “However Piper is sick tonight and as such I have to be here as well. Don’t worry I’m not a pro so I’m not going to be making many changes to the plans for this evening. All I can ask is that everybody keeps an eyeout for any accidents and let’s me know.” Luna said squeezing Billie’s diapers as she said this. “Apart from all that everybody should be ok. And it’ll be bedtime soon anyway.” Luna laughed.
Billie looked up to the bar. She saw one of the shaggy barmen, he was in his early twenties and had the obligitory scraggy beard and unkept hair that made him look cool, stare at Billie. His questioning gaze was piercing and Billie tried to just express a single word, ‘help’, to him through her eyes. Looking back into her’s all Billie could see was pity. And that wasn’t helpful. The young witch then found herself being pulled by the reins back towards Piper’s office.
Luna had clearly set up all she thought she would require in the office. In the centre of the room, which usually doubled as the place that the barstaff could chill in when the club calmed down, the travel cot was set up. It looked to Billie that it hadn’t been changed that much as it was only slightly longer and not any taller than when the sisters had set it up in the office before. The sound proofing on the office made it the perfect place for Billie to be left. Of course Billie knew that just because something looked unchanged it was more than likely that Luna had booby trapped it in some way. Rounding on Billie the Jailor of Souls grabbed her by the wrist and forced Billie to look into her eyes.
“Listen you, I have all the knowledge from the Charmed Ones at my disposal as well as their powers. You might think that you can use the confusion from tonight as some way to escape but I can just simply call you to me with the lost witch spell so no that there is no chance of your escape. Got it?” Luna warned sternly.
Billie nodded her head. She knew it was futile to argue with Luna whilst she had her harnessed to her and it would be foolish to do so anyway.
As the lights went down and Billie watched as the first few patrons began to enter the bar the young witch tried to mentally prepare herself. Once thrust out into the clubs main room she would be dancing like an idiot whilst wearing wet diapers. She couldn’t come out this with her head held high but she had enough pride to know that if she paid attention then she would eventually discover the secret to defeating Luna and rescuing her friends. And then she was out in the main room. The harness orbed from her in single moment as Billie turned back to look at Luna. Feeling a shiver run down her spine Billie moved to the far end of the room to squeeze herself into a booth. Sitting higher due to her packed behind Billie watched as the DJ fretted with his equipment trying to get the music going. Billie people watched as the club began to fill up.
Whilst there was no music Billie was completely save. Her thoughts had been right though the nasty weather had kept many people away and within five minutes there were no more people walking through the door. Feeling the eyes of the bored bartstaff upon her Billie realised that the music was about to start. Trying to wrap her legs tightly around the centre column of the booth’s table Billie prayed for the something to break down. Of course that would never happen. Piper herself had designed the music station with the help of the DJ so there were plenty of backups and after a few minutes of fumbling with his head out of sight the Dj re-appeared and started spinning his wheels of steel.
Billie clamped her hands around the edge of the table and tried to keep her legs tight around the column. At first it appeared to be working as even though her head was bobbing along with the music at least she wasn’t running around like a crazy person. However as the songs wore on Billie found her legs loosening and her fingers tapping. A little voice inside her head kept repeating over and over “Got to dance”. Without really being aware of doing it Billie stood up and began to bob in time with the Sugarbabes. It wasn’t the usual bump and grind of the club either it was the bobbing and spinning of a two year old. Pretty soon Billie got dizzy and just ended up bobbing on the spot or having her head lull from side to side.
Even though P3 was a lot emptier than it usually was Billie could see plenty of regulars and people she knew moving around her in a big circle. She was a public spectactle and her only saving grace at the moment was that her wet diapers where hidden by the massive bulk between her legs. The bulk also removed any of Billie’s natural grace that she would have retained whilst dancing and as the circle started becoming tighter and tighter around Billie her dancing became worse and worse. She then felt a hand on her diapers as one of the braver elements of the crowd gave her diaper a swat. Billie then spun away form the guys hands as she felt the mood of the people in the club change. A greesy looking guy with olive skin advanced on Billie taking her hands. He began to wiggle with Billie who copied him with less than graceful movements. Looking her up and down like a piece of meat the guy gave Billie a toothy grin. It was then his eyes stopped on the lock around Billie’s plastic pants.
It was at this Billie had to smile the guy’s eyes practically bulged in his skull.
“Holly crap.” The guy mouthed before dropping Billie’s hands and retreating to the edge of the circle with his friends. Billie stopped smiling as she saw the information whip around both sides of the ring of people. It was then she could sense the mood of the circle turning. From a girl dressed in a silly costume to somebody who was locked into diapers the wave of confusion, and with that anger, began to rise. Billie tried to force herself out of the circle but as the music was still playing she was still dancing and it was almost as if she was tied to the middle of the circle. Billie felt like every time she tried to move to the edge of the circle her body was pulled back into the middle to continue dancing.
“We have to stop this.” Paige stressed to her sisters. “We have to do something. We must be able to.”
“With what? We don’t have our powers or the Power of Three.” Phoebe sighed.
“Well I’m not being defeated by some crystal.” Piper announced. “There must be somebody here who knows whats happening.”
Billie felt like a prized animal. The circle’s mood had changed again as the alcohol had started flowing, at least the barstaff had taken some pity on her and been prompt in serving drinks. The shaggy barman who Billie had pleaded to help her had even taken to coming out with drinks in hand, partly due to the fact that the bar wasn’t busy and he was searching for a tip but also because of the curiosity of seeing Billie in her current state. She guessed that he was trying to keep the mood of the crowd mellow as well. Which was good for him and for the moment Billie however gauging when to stop with the drink service could end up leaving Billie in a precaurious position.
As the night progressed and Billie became more and more tired with the constant dancing she found herself looking longing across to the booths and tables. Even the bar from which she was attracting so much attention would offer her aching feet some respite. What was worse was that once again her bowels were begging to ask for relief. Billie was sure that Luna would not take her into the office until she soiled herself but Billie did not want the indignity of doing so as when she defeated the demon she would want to return to P3 with as much dignity as she could muster in tact.
Something deep inside Billie snapped. From deep inside the recesses of her mind that had been drowned out by the confusion and fear a plan formulated, it was so complete but simple and uncomplicated at the same time. With no help Billie could at least accomplish some of her goals. All that the young witch required was the courage to use a power that she had promised the sisters she wouldn’t unless it was a dire emergency. And as Billie felt her stomach lurch and her sore knees ache she decided that this was the emergency that she required. Billie allowed herself to relax she had unfortunately found that she could now mess herself quite easily and even if that wasn’t a great skill at least when she did it herself Billie could pretend it was a choice she made rather than a pitful act as the Tormentors and Luna wanted it to be. At the final moment of her disgust Billie let her emotions fill her. Feeling the magic within her build she dug deep into her reserve of power and allowed her senses to permeate through into the minds of the crowd. Feeding her projection power Billie let took the crowds’ collective mind and to put it simply changed it. She simply told the crowd she hadn’t pooped herself. And with all that power in her projection they all believed it. Weak or strong willed the power the young witch poured into the projection and the simplicity of it made it easy for the crowd to accept it.
Luna however wasn’t within the tight radius of the crowd and was therefore unaffected by Billie’s projection. She was however more than aware of the sense of embarrassment and shame that the young witch felt on having messed herself and continuing to dance relentlessly. Smiling the demon strode over to the crowd who were either to intoxicated to care or simply unaware of the situation had not react with the shock and awe expected. Deciding to give them a little show Luna lifted Billie up onto her shoulder and placed a hand under the young witch’s diapers. Giving the sagging garments a squeeze Luna affected surprise. The crowd laughed with her but without sympathy for Billie as the demon walked into the back office with Billie frozen in place on her shoulder.
Once inside the the back office Billie was sat on Piper’s desk. As the uncomfortable mess was forced around her diapers Billie stared around the back office. As expected there were a couple of security guards and a couple of members of the bar staff having a quick break whilst the club was not busy. They all stared back at Billie, and the smell she had brought with her, not wanting to look but unable to turn away. Luna however was delighted with such an intimate audience and so wasted no time in unlocking Billie’s dancing pants and laying the young witch face down and frozen on the desk.
As the warm mess began to ooze down from the rear of her diaper Billie watched as Luna took out Billie’s diaper bag. Slapping out a large handful of thick multicolored diapers Luna took out the changing mat and spread it on the floor.
Billie found the lower portions of her body frozen but other than that she was free to wiggle. Looking around as the staff members strode around agape. Billie saw that this might be her chance to escape. Reaching for the phone cord on the floor Billie hooked her hand around it and pulled the fax machine down hard. The large white box froze in midair just above Luna’s head who wordlessly pulled out another handful of thick diapers and gave Billie a warning look. The young witch didn’t know what she was more shocked by the fact that she failed to get Luna or the fact that the demon had used her powers in front of mortals. Leaving Billie stuck as she was Luna stood up and calmly placed the fax back on the desk. The bar staff looked shocked but Billie could see that they were all frozen in place as the demon took up her wand and drained them of their soles.
“I guess sound proofing works both ways.” Luna laughed. “And now that I don’t have a crowd to please.” She gestured at Billie with her wand and Tormentors, in their dark oily form, shoot out from it. Grasping the young witch in their claws they grabbed the baby wipes and diapering supplies and roughly cleaned and powdered Billie. Luna then swept her wand over the pile of diapers. “Diapers.” The demon commanded and Billie found her legs forced apart as the diapers orbed around her one at a time. By the time the pile was cleared Billie could barely move because of the bulk around her waist. With her legs forced so far apart Billie found sitting up difficult and even as Luna unfroze her legs Billie knew that moving would be next to impossible. “Shirt.” Luna sighed. The Tweenies shirt appeared in her fingers. “Sleeper.” Luna smiled as Billie found herself once again the garish garment. This time however the bulk around her midsection caused the sleeper to strain. Billie could feel the extra slack designed to hide her features being drawn down to try and encompass the disabling bulk around her waist. “Travel Cot.” Luna pointed orbing Billie into the blue and white bed. Luna then strode over to the edge of the travel cot. Billie watched as the demon used the power from her wand to create a top, matching the rest of the cot, that sealed the young witch in the bed. Locking Billie in place Luna turned to leave but just as she was about to close to the door the demon turned to the fax machine. Frowning at Billie and then at the machine Luna chewed her lip as she thought. “Heavy bear.” Luna said pointing to the ground with her wand. A large pink teddy bear with a goofy expression on its face appeared beneath the wand. It then orbed above Billie’s head and dropped on the young witch. Billie found herself stunned and the bear landed on her it was at least as heavy as the fax machine and as her vision swam as Billie fought to avoid passing out with concussion Luna exited the room with a smirk.
Billie succumbed to the her head injury mere seconds after that. Positive that her best chance to escape her just deserted her.