Witchy Business (CYOA - 7)

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You act quickly and decide to snatch the powder from Hazel before she can use it. With little time to think, you jump up from your cot and move across the room as best you can. Unfortunately, the thick diaper around your waist impedes your movement somewhat and the loud crinkling immediately draws Hazel's attention. The older woman smiles wickedly as she squeezes the bottle and smothers you in a cloud of baby powder. Having seen what it can do, you try your best to cover your nose and mouth. The powder permeates the air around you. No amount of arm waving can make it dissipate. You begin to cough. The room around you seems scary and big. You stumble backward to get some clean air, but it's too late. Already your legs feel weak. They buckle from underneath you just as you stumble backward onto your cot. You land on the cot with a heavy thud.

Above you, the stickers from before have begun to move. You know that's not possible, but the baby powder is playing tricks on your mind. Soon you're watching the stickers as if they were the characters from a cartoon. You're completely enthralled. Not even the sound of Jane struggling against Hazel can rouse you from your stupor. All you can do is hope that Jane can handle it and that she can help you before you succumb to the stickers' influence much like Kevin did. Unfortunately, from what you can tell, Jane isn't succeeding in her task. It takes all the willpower you can muster to tear your eyes away from the stickers. When you do, you see that Jane has collapsed to her hands and knees. She's coughing and her face is covered in a thin layer of baby powder. Hazel stands over her with her hands on her hips, triumphant.

"This is why you two were put in diapers and I was left in charge of the naughty ones. Clearly, neither of you can handle adulthood. So, from now on, you two will be nothing more than droopy diaper dragging babies. I guarantee that," says Hazel. She then reaches down and grabs Jane by the collar. "And seeing as how your little friend is too busy with their stickers to help you, let's make sure you never escape again." Hazel drags Jane across the room and out of your sight.

Exhausted from just that small bit of defiance, you collapse backward with your eyes facing the ceiling yet again. The stickers continue to move above you like a two dimensional mobile. Their movements are both incredibly distracting and almost hypnotic. You quickly find yourself forgetting all about Jane and your plan to escape. Without realizing what you're doing, you lift yourself up into a lying position on the cot and allow yourself to grow relaxed. You try to tell yourself to fight it, but the thoughts are like static in your increasingly empty mind. A smile creeps up on your lips as drool collects on your chin. The crotch of your diaper grows warm and wet. You're helplessly soaking them. Your innocent smile widens as Hazel appears above you, a pacifier in her hand.

"And now that naughty Jane's handled. It's time for you to join her in infantile bliss. But first, let's give baby a nice nap so they're not cranky." Hazel says. She pushes the pacifier into your mouth, then softly strokes your hair as sleep overtakes you.

No amount of resistance can fight the sudden urges you have. It's humiliating and degrading, but you can't help but suck on the pacifier and you can't help but drool all over yourself while you do it. Your soggy pampers are warm and the sensation is nearly intoxicating. Some part of you can't help but think that this is exactly the way you should fall asleep every time. The rest of you is too tired to think otherwise. You drift off to sleep just as Hazel covers you in a blanket. Any resistance you felt to your infantilization is gone. Your empty mind welcomes whatever is in store for you next as you begin to dream…

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You find yourself at a podium, standing on a stage, in front of a crowd of people. The audience consists of people you know. Every single one of them held some significance in your life in one way or another. Parents, siblings, classmates, friends, bullies, enemies, bosses, coworkers. All of them sit in their seats with their eyes fixated on the stage. You feel anxious at first, but quickly shake it off. What reason do I have to be anxious? You ask yourself. The projector screen behind you displays a title card that says: About Me. Yes. This is a subject you're all too familiar with. No reason to be anxious at all.

You begin your presentation from the beginning of your life. Things move along quickly and everyone in the audience seems to be enjoying themselves well enough. Every so often you turn back to the projector screen to see it displaying some life event of yours. You remember all of them well enough and explain each of them in turn. That is until you come across something you don't remember. A picture of you, on a stage, diapered with a pacifier in your mouth. You're wearing a cropped shirt that reads 'Dumb Little Diaper Soaker'. In your hands you hold a rattle and a stuffed animal. You're strapped into an oversized stroller and it looks like you're in desperate need of the bathroom. That's when you realize that, unlike the other slides, this one is a movie. You watch the screen as you helplessly flood your diapers. The crotch of which sags heavily into the buckle restraint between your two legs. The act doesn't seem to faze the version of you on the screen; in fact, you appear to be enjoying yourself.

"And that's where I come in…" says a familiar voice.

You turn back to see that you no longer stand at the podium; instead, you stand at the center of the stage while Kat, the mysterious intern-turned-boss, watches you from the podium. In her hands she holds a stack of objects that could be none other than what you were wearing and playing with on the projector screen. Kat snaps her fingers and the items disappear from her hands. To your dismay, when you look down, you're now dressed in and holding those very same things. You try to drop the rattle and teddy bear, but only manage to shake the rattle and clutch the stuffed animal close to you.

"You see...this little worker drone of mine proved to be more of a handful than I cared for. So, I turned them into a silly, pants wetting baby. Now all they do is cry, use their diapers, and beg for their baba. Isn't that right?" Kat asks you.

You look to the audience. The once agreeable crowd is now jeering and laughing at you. You open your mouth to try and explain; but, no matter how hard you try, you just suck on your pacifier quietly. You try to run but your legs feel weak beneath you. You stumble and nearly fall, but are quickly caught by several cloth restraints that lift you into the air and pull you backward into the waiting seat of the same stroller from before. Left truly helpless, you start to cry as Kat goes on to explain every humiliating detail of your eventual capture at the hands of Hazel. The audience is eating it up. They think it's all hilarious. Just when you think it can't get any worse, an extreme pressure builds in your bladder. You squirm in your seat to try and fight it but it's no use.

"...and the best part of all? This big baby actually enjoys it all! They love being a silly baby, they love soaking their pampers, and they love sucking on their paci while the adults talk," Kat continues.

Your eyes widen as you realize that she's right. A blissful expression comes over you as you give up on being an adult and let your bladder soak the thick padding of your diapers. The audience, having taken a strange turn in opinion, applauds your actions. Many coo and praise you for being such a good baby. You can't help but feel good about it all. Suddenly, Kat seems more like the hero of the story than you do. After all, you're just a silly diaper baby that can't keep their pampers dry.

The dream fades from your mind as something wakes you from your slumber. Even then, the dream lingers with you, forever shaping how you view yourself and the world around you…

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"Hey, wake up! Hazel left for some reason. We gotta go!" shouts Jane. She straddled the foot of your cot with her hands tugging at your diapered waistband. "That dumb bitch thought that some time in the baby bouncer would make me obey. Little does she know that I used to be a gymnast. Got out of that thing real quick. Granted...I did wet my diaper but...whatever...let's just go! Come on!"

You wake feeling quite different than you did when you fell asleep. The strange world of your transformed office space now doesn't feel so odd. If anything, it makes more sense than the scary world outside. Poor Jane just doesn't understand that what Kat, Hazel, and the rest of them are doing is great. You much prefer having wet diapers. You much prefer being treated like a baby. Now she will too.

You pretend to sit up and go along with Jane; but, when you take her by the hand, you pull her back down on the cot and collapse on top of her to force her to stare at the stickers. Jane immediately resists and fights against you. Weak as you are, in your Infantile state, there's not much you can do to stop her. Thankfully, the baby powder from before is just in reach. You spray Jane square in the face and watch as she falls back, defeated, onto the cot.

"N-No! I'm not a baby…nah a baby…"

You lay atop her, your diapered crotches pushing into one another, as Jane succumbs to the hypnotic effect of the stickers. Soon she's falling asleep just like Kevin and you before her.

"That's a good baby, yes you are!" says Hazel. "That was a test. Little Jane is a handful, but you...no you are going to be my precious little sweetheart. The perfect baby to put up front and show everyone what happens when you disobey Miss Kat and her rules…"

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Two weeks have passed since you first became the 'Employee Daycare Baby'. Now officially under new ownership, the company has changed drastically from what you remember. Now every day, instead of slowly walking into work with dread plain on their faces, the employees enter the building smiling with their diapers already completely soaked. You watch from your bouncer with an ecstatic grin on your face. Jane and Kevin both sit nearby, busying themselves with the various toys that are left scattered around the small enclosure. That aren't as keen on their new life as you; but, then again, neither are they as doted on by Hazel and Miss Kat. You, the silly baby that you are, are clearly the office favorite. And with no desire to be anything else, you gleefully watch as Kat's plans come to fruition. Before long, the entire world is bent to her rule. Diapers are some of the most commonplace items in everyone's life. And all of it is thanks to you. Well, that is if you consider that there was a chance you could have ever been anything other than a dumb, diaper soaking baby…

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