The Magic Collar - Part Two

The collar had done more than Mirabelle had first realized.

She knew the extent of the magic. It’d transformed her, warped her world, made her into something different. That wasn’t the effect she’d struggled with.

No, all magic aside, the collar had planted an idea in her head that she couldn’t get out.

“Vera?” she asked, looking over at her partner. The sun had gone down hours before, and they were cozy beneath their covers, nestled in for bed. Mirabelle’s thoughts were drifting, orbiting around one topic in particular.

“Mhm?” Vera asked, looking up from her book. “What is it, sweetie?”

“That… collar,” Mirabelle said. “The choker. I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Vera said, setting the book aside and pulling Mirabelle into a hug, so that she was resting on her chest. “It’s okay. That won’t happen again, I promise.”

“No, it’s…” Belle blushed, having trouble admitting her feelings. “I want to put it back on.”

Vera shifted but didn’t respond, quietly reassuring, giving her room to speak.

“I…when you got there, I didn’t feel helpless anymore, I felt safe. You saw through the magic. Everyone else had treated me like a little kid, but you were there for me, and it was…well. It was nice.”

Belle felt Vera’s nod without seeing it. She stayed quiet a moment longer, then said, “And you’re okay dealing with the…well, the side effects? The pants-filling part of the magic?”

She shuddered. That had given her a different sort of feeling, and one that wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest. “Can we go to the park tomorrow and, er, try it on?”

“Of course,” Vera said, kissing her gently on top of her head.

…

Vera carried the picnic basket, hand in hand with Mirabelle while they walked into the park.

Together, they’d made a plan. As long as Mirabelle could speak, she could say their safe word–taxes–and Vera would immediately remove the collar. If she couldn’t, then she just had to cross her arms in an X.

As long as she was comfortable, Vera would whisper her name every once in a while, gradually dropping her deeper into the magic.

In a test of the magic’s limitations, Mirabelle had worn clothes that denied the juvenile nature of the choker–a leather jacket, black pants, heels, and lace panties. Not exactly ideal park wear, but she wanted to know what would happen.

“How’s here?” Vera asked, gesturing to a large old tree with winding branches, a design well suited for climbing. The park wasn’t particularly busy, it being a weekday, but a few groups of people were out and about, families, or millennials with their pets.

“Perfect,” Mirabelle said, reaching up to feel the nametag on her choker, as if to remind herself it was still there. “Remind me the food we prepared?”

“A couple sandwiches, apples, those bottled starbucks coffees you like, cupcakes for dessert,” Vera said. “Why?”

“The other day,” Mirabelle explained. “My coffee order changed to chocolate milk. I was just curious if that would happen again.”

Vera opened the basket and took out the picnic blanket. “Help me spread this out, Belle?”

She felt the magic sing through her, the choker tightening.

This time, she knew what to look for, excitedly checking herself out. Her leather jacket was still leather and her pants were still pants, though her heels had shrunk to slight raised platforms. Surreptitiously pulling out the waistband of her pants, she saw her panties had changed from lace to plain cotton with floral designs.

“Anything happening down there?” Vera asked, curiously.

“They changed a bit,” Belle said. Noticing her partner’s smirk, she asked, “What?”

“You’re excited,” Vera said. “It’s cute.”

Belle blushed. “Did the choker change?”

“Right away,” Vera confirmed. “It’s just a collar now, with your nametag. I think it must switch over right away. Help me with this blanket already?”

Nodding, Belle grabbed the corner and pulled it out, so they could both sit on the blanket.

“Good job, Belle,” Vera praised, though the task had been fairly simple.

Excitedly, she looked down, watching in fascination as her jacket rippled, turning from leather to denim with cute hello-kitty patches, her pants shifting to tights. The close, elastic fabric just barely showed the outline of her underwear, which had clearly grown thicker, training pants meant to contain little dribbles.

Belle wanted to watch the magic work again, but Vera said, “Let’s hold it here for a while, okay? So you can settle in a bit. I don’t want to rush and have you feeling overwhelmed.”

Begrudgingly, Belle admitted it was a good point. “I, um.”

“What?” Vera asked.

“I kind of want to climb that tree,” Belle said. It was a bit silly and childish, but she was dressed like a child, and it felt appropriate.

“Well, go ahead,” Vera smiled. “I’ll get lunch spread out.”

Belle grinned, and engaged in the simple, physical pleasure that came from ascending from a low place to a high place.

She’d been an obsessive tree-climber when she was younger, to the point that she knew every tree for five blocks by the feel of its branches. In her teens she’d given up the pursuit, for fear of being judged as juvenile by her peers, though the allure always remained, the desire to just go up a few branches.

Today, she gave into the urge completely, swinging out on a wide limb and moving hand over hand, dropping down to a lower branch once was in a good place to do so. From up high, she could survey the whole park, from the duck pond on one end to the play equipment on the other.

“Come down from there, Belle!” Vera called. “It’s time to eat!”

Shifting down so she could hang from her hands, Belle dropped to the ground, almost failing to notice the shift in her clothing. Tights became stockings, and a blue skirt that matched her dress appeared, covering up her cartoon princess training pants.

“It looks like you were right,” Vera said, in a conspiratorial tone. “You’ve got applesauce and chocolate milk instead, and your sandwich is a PB&J.”

Belle sat down on the picnic blanket, eyeing the spread. “Hmm,” she said, struck by an impulsive thought.

“What?” Vera asked.

“Belle Belle Belle,” she said quickly, as though summoning herself in the mirror.

Vera’s eyes widened in alarm, but Belle really wanted to see the extent of the magic.

Watching herself, the skirt folded around her training pants–no, her diaper–meshing with the fabric of her jacket and forming into comfortable denim shortalls over a baby blue onesie. She didn’t feel her bladder lose control, but the sudden flood of warmth in the padding was clearly noticeable, an indicator that her potty training had vanished.

Her knees felt like jelly and she doubted she’d be able to stand if she wanted to, so it was fortunate she’d already been sitting. To cap it all off, the pacifier had appeared in her mouth, clipped to her shortalls by a fabric strip.

“Belle!” Vera snapped, alarmed. “What were you think-ah, oh no, I’m sorry.”

Belle hadn’t meant to take things quite this far. At Vera’s use of her nickname, though, her body squeezed and pushed, emptying the contents of her bowels into her diaper. Just like in the mall, Belle could do nothing to stop the wave of mush that poured out of her, but this time, she didn’t mind as much–she hadn’t intended that to happen, but she knew why, and she wasn’t terrified.

Instead, she accepted it as another facet of her helplessness, knowing she could retake control with Vera’s help at any moment.

“I’m sorry,” Vera said, rushing over to her. “I didn’t mean to say your name that time, it just–”

Belle shook her head, pointing at the pacifier to explain that she couldn’t respond. Vera reached up. Belle expected the bulb to stick, to have the pacifier stay in her mouth, but Vera removed the pacifier without a problem. Surprised but not disappointed, Belle said, “It’s okay. I…I got excited and wanted to skip to the end.”

Vera got a whiff of the collar’s latest effect and wrinkled her nose. Teasingly, she said, “Well you’ve certainly reached it, stinker.”

Blushing and squirming, Belle said, “Um…can we still eat together? If you don’t mind the smell.”

“I don’t,” Vera promised, looking back. “But, well…your food’s a little different now.”

Belle looked. Her applesauce was still applesauce, but it now sat in a glass baby food jar, and the sandwich had been replaced with an identical jar of strawberry fruit puree. Even her chocolate milk had changed, now a baby bottle of pure white milk.

Something metal sat on one of the jars, about as long as a pencil with a wide, flat end. Belle frowned, pointing. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Vera asked, glancing back.

“The…the metal thing,” Belle said. “On top of the applesauce.”

Vera blinked. “The spoon?”

Belle tilted her head. “What’s a spoon?” Raising an eyebrow, she added, “How am I supposed to eat that, anyways?”

Vera laughed. “Oh! Belle, you can’t feed yours–” She cut off the statement, slapping her hands over her mouth.

Belle felt the collar’s magic begin to work, but her clothes remaining the same, and her diaper was already packed full. There was just one effect left, and Belle bit her lip and stifled a moan as a wave of intense sexual pleasure rolled over her. It lasted only a handful of seconds, but left her frustrated, wanting Vera to whisper her name a thousand more times in soft, sultry tones.

Vera blushed. “Did you just–”

“No,” Belle admitted. “But I was close, and…um.” She blushed, noticing a couple of college students walking past, leading an excitable dachshund on a leash.

“Hi!” One of the students said, waving. “Is that your daughter? She’s so cute!”

Vera glanced back, uncertain how to respond. Finally, she said, “...yes?”

“Aww,” the other student wrinkled her nose. “Smells like someone needs a fresh diaper!”

Belle’s cheeks reddened, but she couldn’t hold back a smile. The college students wandered off as the dog caught interest in something further down the park, but Belle’s thrill at getting away with her childish persona made her burst into a fit of giggles.

“They’re right, you know,” Vera said. “You do need a change.”

Belle eyed their picnic spread. “But…I don’t want to be done yet.”

Vera gave a knowing smile, one that said, ‘I planned for this’. “We don’t have to be done. Lie down?”

Belle tilted her head. “Why?”

Vera just reached for the picnic basket. “I did a little shopping while you slept in. Lie down.”

Eyes widening, Belle obeyed, laying back on the picnic blanket. From the basket, Vera produced a fresh, puffy diaper, a pack of wipes, and a plastic bag to dispose of garbage. Shuffling on her knees over to Belle’s side, she said, “There now, Belle, don’t you want a nice, fresh diaper?”

Wait, are we doing this now? Belle thought, as the word sent a shiver of pleasure down her back. They were in public! People were everywhere, and…

And all they could see was a fussy baby getting her diaper changed.

“Aww, it’s okay Belle,” Vera teased. “Just let me take care of you, Belle.”

Pulses of pleasure forced a moan out of Belle’s lips, arching her back as the magic thrummed in her. Vera reached up, placing the pacifier between her lips to stifle her whimpers of pleasure.

“Remember your safe word,” Vera said, hesitating for a moment to give Belle a chance to opt out. When Belle just nodded enthusiastically, Vera reached down and unbuttoned her shortalls, slipping a hand onto Belle’s sodden diaper. “My sweet, naughty little Belle.”

Her touch was sufficient to push her over the edge, sucking down hard on her pacifier as the magic rocked her body, a reality-warping climax that made her forget where she was. All that mattered was her, and Vera, and the perfect pleasure.

Falling back in a sweaty heap, Belle purred into her pacifier, gazing lazily up at Vera.

“Good?” She asked. Belle nodded.

Vera smiled. “Then let’s get your bottom changed. I want to try something.”

To be continued…