As the Tormentor approached Beatrice its darting eyes absorbed her predicament and its body contracted on itself. Rearranging into a young girl, maybe nine or ten. She had long sandy hair and wore what was very close to an Alice in Wonderland costume except in red. Stepping beside Luna the Tormentor bowed her head.
“No you need to be older to be a babysitter.” Luna spoke quietly. The Tormentor began to age and grow until it appeared to be around 16. The costume remained in a similar theme except the the skirt got shorter and the blouse underneath became tighter as if to emphasize a blossoming teen. “Perfect.” Luna smiled. “Wipes.” She ordered and a quarter full package of baby wipes appeared in her hands. “I’ll let you finish diapering my Junior Witch in Training.” She said turning “And don’t make it pleasant for her.” Luna laughed as she orbed a throne into the nursery. Sitting upon it she helf out the package of baby wipes.
Taking the package of baby wipes the Tormentor turned towards Beatrice, who now found herself unfrozen. Kicking her legs apart she tried to think of any spell that could get her out of this but with her hands harnessed down by her waist she would have to verbalize the spell and at this particular moment in time she couldn’t really concentrate on thinking one up. Trying to buck herself off of the changing table Beatrice became more and more desperate and as she did so the Tormentor appeared to be growing more and more powerful. Realizing her the full futility of her situation Beatrice stopped and sagged her head. This was going to be horrendous.
“Oh don’t stop, Junior.” The Tormentor laughed as it approached Beatrice. “The more you squirm the more I like it.”
Phoebe found herself floating in darkness. It was like she was suspended in liquid that she could not see or touch. Swirling around her she felt different presences, some good, some bad, some innocent, some guilty but most of all she felt her sisters. Willing herself towards them she began to drift through the darkness.
Beatrice winced as her ankles were smashed together by the Tormentor’s strong hands. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as her legs were lifted from the plastic sheet and her bottom was exposed to the demon. “Now we have to do this so you don’t get a rash.” The Tormentor laughed. “Now I know you don’t mind waddling around all day with a load in your diaper but its not really good for you.” It stated matter-of-factly. “And besides the smell is overwhelming.” It mocked taking a pronounced sniff. Beatrice strained back the tears as she felt the first baby wipe make contact with her skin.
Beatrice winced with each movement of the baby wipe. The smell filled her nostrils and the texture of the wipe was creepily gentle. As her legs were lowered Beatrice realized that the Tormentor had finished with her behind. Shuddering at this thought Beatrice tried to clamp her legs together. The Tormentor simply moved its fist from holding her ankles together pushing them apart with three fingers. Even though the demon only held her ankles together with its thumb and pinkie Beatrice could still not kick free of its grasp. As the demon slid its free hand down the inside of her thigh Beatrice felt what she thought was utter humiliation.
“I don’t think its a good idea for babies to have hair down here.” The Tormentor stated.
“That’s a good point.” Luna agreed. “Don’t you agree Junior?” She taunted Beatrice.
Beatrice had no answer for either of the demons. Well at least one that was going to help her plight.
“I asked you if you agreed with your Nanny. If you can’t answer Junior then I can only deduce that you have no objections.” Luna smiled. She lifted the wand and spun it around.
As the baby wipes moved over her Beatrice could only watch with dismay as her hair was removed. She had been wrong before this was utter humiliation.
“Good job.” Luna nodded to the Tormentor which disappeared in a black haze. “Now I guess we have to go for the finishing touch.” Luna smiled. “Diaper.” She commanded and Beatrice found herself once again in overgrown Huggies.
As Beatrice found herself levitated into a standing position she saw her reflection in the crystal. She looked helpless, like an infant in fact. Her hair had dried raggedly, her top was old and worn, the harness constricted her movements and kept her hands pressed down by her sides and her diaper was fasten snugly around her waist. Even the white sneakers on her feet looked childish now. As Luna raised the wand to Beatrice there was a knock at the door. Levitating Beatrice into the crib Luna orbed downstairs leaving the helpless witch to wallow in self pity.