There were people coming and going from the large discount store but no one near, and her headache had thankfully become a dull nag. She couldn’t help but smile at the image of the young man now diapering himself in the back seat of her car.

Josh, after his shoes, gingerly slid his wet pants and underpants down and off. Hazel had the insight to buy small kitchen trash bags which Josh found and opened. Rupert bundled his pants and underpants into the bag and laid a kitchen towel on the poncho after using a sanitary wipe. Rupert opened the baby wipes for himself.

When Rupert finished cleaning he opened the toddler size white disposable diaper over the kitchen towel. He turned so he was half laying over the diaper before fussing with his position. Rupert fixed his diaper fully open and flat with the front hanging first as he maneuvered himself over it.

With the diaper experimentally at the small of his back and enough hanging in the front Rupert leaned back against the seat, taking the diaper with him to spread his legs as wide as he could. He tugged the diapers front up so he could grab the flap to meet the back. He twisted to close the first tape as he smoothed the diaper around himself before closing the other side.

Surprisingly it fit him nearly perfect and that made him curious over what size it actually was as he fused with both the left and right single tapes. He’d seen the picture of the toddler running away from his mother on the package which was very unnerving. He was far from being a toddler in size yet the diaper fit nearly perfect.

Rupert bent over to pick up the bag with his shorts and pants to add the towel and poncho. He moved his shoes so they sat together near the bag now resting on the floor. Rupert was now sitting on Loretta’s back seat in just his tee-shirt and diaper. He used another baby wipe for his legs.

Loretta, leaning against the door but watching remotely, slipped quickly back to consciousness, opened her eyes and waited for Rupert to tell her he was done. She shivered slightly over the sensations she had, still savoring the slight pleasures and waited.

“We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain,” Loretta whispered quoting from Alan Watts. Watts was often in her thoughts when she was learning to master her push. Alan taught her Zen which taught her to look within. Now he was teaching her that odd relationship between pain and pleasure.

“Okay,” Rupert said with reluctance. He tried pulling his tee shirt down to cover the diaper but it slipped back up to his waist each time. He stopped fighting the edge of his shirt and simply sat there as Loretta turned.

“Josh, my house has a garage, one that we can drive right into, and we’re not far from there. Maybe a diaper or two depending on traffic! Let’s get you there first and I can get those wet clothes in the washer.

“Can you tell me what happened then? You seem to know,” Rupert said.

“I do know, and yes, I will share what I know, but lets get you to my house first,” Loretta said closing his door to open the driver’s side.

Loretta started the car, backed out of the parking spot before pulling ahead. Rupert was sitting in back, worried, looking around. Loretta took glimpses, noting how cute he was in his innocence. She couldn’t help it, Rupert was adorable in his diaper and the shudder she felt was a subtle reminder of how long she’d been without any male interactions.

She thought about that part as she realized with a grin that Rupert at 18 was perfect for a Cougar like . The thought caught Loretta with another shudder.
Thankfully when he looked, Loretta was paying attention to the road. Loretta, easing onto Shutter Avenue for the freeway on ramp took another glance at her rear view mirror and caught Rupert pushing on his diaper again. This time when she grinned she covered it.

It was a short drive and harrowing besides as each stop put Rupert at risk of being seen. They went from a boulevard to a street to another before Loretta turned onto a street with homes built decades before, and clearly by the wealthy. The driveway was long and ended at a garage that opened when Loretta pressed the button on her visor.

There was a short flurry of activity as Rupert was ushered into Loretta’s house through a side door to sit at her kitchen table. She was behind him and again admired how adorable he looked in that diaper.

The diapers softness was clearly apparent as it shifted and folded in the light with each step. While the bulk of it became obvious as it’s fullness flowed into a soft “V” before disappearing between Josh’s thighs.

Loretta invited him to sit before she left him there to carry his sodden clothes wrapped in the plastic into the laundry room. Cold water and a light soap would clean his clothes and the plastic poncho without bleeding colors as she started the small wash. With that done she returned and smiled at Rupert as she passed for her pantry.

Loretta put his wallet on the kitchen table.

“Can we talk now,” Rupert asked.

“A little calming tea first,” Loretta said opening the pantry door.

She entered her custom pantry and searched among the many small spice jars above more rows with slightly larger jars. Loretta mumbled an unlabeled tune as a rhyme: “Poppy seeds, a pinch, then two, boil them quickly, for calming you”.

It had been how she was taught. All of her formulas, learned as songs or poems from her mother gave her the herb type, an amount, how to prepare it and its use.

In this case Loretta was looking for a mild sedative to calm Josh, and one of the best for this occasion was Poppy Seed Tea. She knew from experience to mix it with an aromatic tea blend for taste and smell.

As a practicing Witch she knew hundreds of poems and jingles for an equal amount of cures and uses. As a practicing herbalist she also knew that the Poppy Seed she used came from the Papaver Somniferum opium plant which produced it’s opium as a natural defense against predators.

In her studies she had been taught that the final chemicals if taken from the dried pods were opiate alkaloids, primarily consisting of morphine. It would make a nearly perfect sedative if it wasn’t illegal. Of course it had been legal in her mother’s and grandmother’s time.

As a twenty first century witch Loretta also had to know the laws and currently her purchase of poppy seeds was legal while all other parts of the poppy were now considered a schedule II drug.

A schedule II drug was a controlled substance under the federal Controlled Substance Act of 1970. Her students, all budding young chemist and not witches, learned the same thing but differently than Loretta had.

Loretta opened her Poppy Seed jar for a small amount to put into a single cup brewer. Again her skills as a herbalist and a practicing witch served her well. It was just a pinch.

Her pinch was a measured 1/16 of a teaspoon, which was slightly more than a smidgen at 1/32. A dash was measured as 1/8 and a tad about 1/4 of a teaspoon. Loretta smiled remembering her mother hovering over her teaching her each measurement as she reached into the small glass jar for the tiny seeds.

Everything had to boil to extract the beneficial chemicals as she brewed her tea. She prepared it with a touch of fresh honey before filtering it into a cup for Rupert to drink. She sat across and allowed Rupert to sip the tea till it was half gone.

She measured the amount he drank visually and casually noted the time. Two things a witch did out of a lifetime of habit: Check the amount taken and when. As half the cup was consumed, the warm tea would just be entering Josh’s blood stream. At that point she pushed just a very tiny bit to ease him into a mild but deeper state of relaxation.

Rupert felt the push, but only as a warming sensation just as the first few grams of tea began reaching the bloodstream. Rupert scrunched comfortably blaming it on the delicious tea he was sipping. Loretta ordered her thoughts deciding to give him as much as she dared and only because he had already been exposed to her power.

Besides, she mused, anything less would leave questions unanswered and unanswered questions were not only awkward but dangerous for her kind. She was trapped by her actions which also trapped Josh. The coven that Loretta belonged to held the oldest living witch, her great grandmother.

Loretta’s great grandmother, her grandmother and mother clearly knew she’d pushed and Loretta also knew they would be traveling. She would also have to call them soon.

Loretta meanwhile weighed the pros and cons of telling Rupert everything, before decided she really had no choice and from that she further ordered her thoughts. She would begin with blood, go through history and then explain the push…