Alternate Endings*

You might realize, both of these stories have been posted before.  There's a reason for that!

They were both commissioned as stream sale commissions, which by their nature are done rather quickly. The client was talking to me a few weeks later and mentioned that they prefer endings where the characters who get regressed/diapered recognize what's happened to them, and after some discussion, we decided to fix that. With a sort of half-commission, I re-wrote the endings with that in mind. 

Deal With a Daemoness:
Roseanna stalked around the summoning circle, eyeing the demon. 

Deals with demons were a source of power. This daemoness in particular was a source of great power. 

But you never, never trusted a demon. No matter what they said, or what they did, they were always out for you. Maybe in subtle ways, maybe in overt. 

As long as she kept the demon in the circle, though, it couldn’t touch her. Its power was contained. The only thing that would come through is what she allowed, and she wasn’t about to be tricked by a demon like this one. 

“So, what do you request?” it asked. The daemoness’s voice was sultry and smooth, like silk over a sharp knife. 

“Simply, power,” Roseanna declared. “I know you have it in great sums, and I want it. I’m willing to bargain.” 

The creature showed her teeth. It wasn’t a smile. “Power, hmmm? To do what?” 

“I’m a sorceress.” She saw no reason to embellish. “I want more power to fuel my magics.” 

“Ah, hmm. Simple power. Such a tricky, slippery little thing…” the creature considered for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. I shall double your might, in exchange for one simple thing.” 

Roseanna saw the trap coming. It would seem tricky, but contain some secret catch. She’d ask for a day of Roseanna’s life, then steal the day she was born, or she’d ask to be told a word, then ask for Roseanna’s true name. 

“What thing, demon?” she asked, cautiously.

“Only that you lose the ability to dress yourself,” the demon declared, eyes sparkling wickedly. 

That was… interesting, certainly. “With what catch?” she asked. It was a blunt, simple question, but it could do no harm to ask. “Only you can change my clothing? Will you bind me in cuffs that only the wearer could remove?” 

The daemoness smiled and shook her head. “No, silly thing. I will not impede on your clothing in such a way. Acquire a servant, or conjure one if you wish, and have them dress you for all I care.” 

“I…” Roseanna considered, then decided. It was a tolerable deal, for the amount of power being offered. “I agree.” 

“DONE.” 

The contract needed no more negotiation. Magic crackled through the circle, and Roseanna felt the energy playing off her fingertips. She was strong. 

“And, one little thing…” the daemoness added, smiling. 

Here it comes. What catch will I have to contend with? 

“I have another offer for you.” 

The sorceress hadn’t seen that coming, but she listened warily. “What offer might that be?” 

“Your words, in Common,” the daemoness said. “Give me that language out of your head, and replace it with an infant’s babble.”

Narrowing her eyes, Roseanna considered it. She knew half a dozen languages. Giving up common would be an inconvenience, but only an inconvenience. “At what price?” 

“Treble,” the daemoness said. “I will treble your current power.” 

That would make her six times as strong as when she’d entered this bargain. It was too much to ignore, and Roseanna answered without consideration. “Done.” 

Power crackled once more, as Roseanna found herself surging with newfound strength. 

“Ba-ahba,” she started, before catching herself. Switching to Elvish, she said, “Fine, Demon. Our bargains are well met. I ban-”

“Wait,” the Daemoness said, shaking her head. “I have yet another offer.” 

“I…” Roseanna knew she was going down a dangerous path. She’d already given up two things, how much more could she-

“For seven times your current power.” 

“What is it?” 

The daemoness laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. “Simple. I wish for you to lose control of that training which is given to infants. Lose your restraints.”

“I… you mean my potty training?” Roseanna asked, blinking in surprise. 

“Yes,” the daemoness hissed. “Lose that control, and I’ll give you sevenfold your current power.” 

That would be forty two times what she’d started with. She simply couldn’t say no. 

“I accept-” she started, and the power began to crackle. 

“Before you go,” the daemoness whispered. “I have… another bargain. A thousand times your power, and you need only give-” 

Her fingers crackling with energy, Roseanna said, “No.” 

That caught the Daemoness off guard. “No? But I’m offering you-” 

“I’m done,” Roseanna declared, in Elvish. “I don’t need any more. I’ve got more power than any mage who’s ever come before me, and nothing you can offer me is worth the price.” 

She paused, looking down at herself. A wet stain was trickling down her legs, soaking the hem of her silk mage’s robes. Moving to pull them away, she realized that she couldn’t. 

The Daemoness chuckled, but Roseanna didn’t mind. Snapping her fingers, she conjured a servant from the ether. 

“Remove my clothing, and dress me in this,” she instructed, twirling a bit of magic to create her new garments. Something more fitting for one of her stature. New robes, hemmed with gold and conjured gemstones, and, after a moment of consideration, she left the space around the crotch open, so that the silky garment wouldn’t cover the diaper she conjured. 

Her weakness would be known. There was no point in hiding it, and letting rumors circulate. The whole world was going to know her name, and she had too much power to be embarrassed by a little thing like a diaper. 

The servant moved to obey, and Roseanna locked eyes with the daemoness. “Thank you, for the fair dealing.” 

A smile played over the daemoness’s lips, and her eyes glittered. “Of course. Be sure to return if you ever need a little more power. I can think of all sorts of things a mage such as yourself doesn’t truly need.” 

“Perhaps,” Roseanna said, as the diaper was secured between her legs and the robes were draped over her shoulders. “I’ll keep your name in mind.” 

“And…” the Daemoness added. “One more thing. If anyone asks where you got your power, be sure to refer them to me. Few have your restraint, and I’d be more than happy to add a few of your competitors to my… collection of little ones.” 

She showed her teeth, and Roseanna had to remind herself of her first rule. 

You never, never trusted a demon.

Diaper Fairy:

“Diaper Fairy, yeah right.” 

The camera’s red light glowed softly in the otherwise dark room, proving that it was still rolling. Charles had ensured it had a good night-vision mode, so it would pick up anything that came through his bedroom door in the night without needing the lights to be on. 

From there, it was simply a matter of patience. By sunrise, he’d prove that Anna had been full of it all along. 

There was no such thing as a diaper fairy that could magically fix bedwetting issues. Obviously. When Anna had told him as much, he’d assumed she was full of it - and he’d called her out as such, but she’d only doubled down. Next thing he knew, she’d offered a cash bet if he could prove that the diaper fairy didn’t exist, and he’d taken her up on it. 

It was easy money. He put a pacifier beneath his pillow, turned on his camera, and waited. By sunrise, he’d be slightly richer for the effort. 

A small, melodic voice giggled behind him. “You didn’t think I’d come in through the door, did you?” 

“H-huh?” he yelped, turning around in alarm. 

He couldn’t help but stare. Floating at eye level, no bigger than his thumb, was a glimmering little girl with delicate butterfly wings and a tiny, but pronounced, diaper around her waist. “You know you’re supposed to sleep through my visit, right?” 

“I… you’re not real!” Charles stammered. “You- Fairies aren’t real!” 

“Ooooh,” the little, hovering figure said, nodding. “You’re one of those people. Well, then, I guess you know the rules?” 

Charles didn’t. His friend had mentioned terrible punishment for meddling with fairies, but he couldn’t remember the details. Something about… Oh, what was it? 

“Well, never mind!” the chipper fairy declared, bobbing up and down in the air. “It doesn’t matter. Hold still!” 

Leaving behind a trail of glitter, she began buzzing in a circle around Charles, faster and faster, spirals of magical light weaving in a pattern that made him dizzy to try and follow it. 

“W-what are you doing?” he stammered, trying to back away, but the sprite was more than quick enough to keep up with him, and whatever magic she worked didn’t seem to be affected. 

Finally, with a gust of wind and a sweet-smelling poof, Charles felt thick, soft padding appear around his hips. 

Looking down, he stared - his pajama shorts were gone, leaving only a particularly large, bulky diaper pinned over his hips, covered by a plastic cover showing trails of pixie magic and winding branches and leaves. In another context, it might have been cute. 

And, with just as little warning, his bladder gave way. Warmth began to spread, and Charles could only watch in horror as the layers of absorbent cotton turned yellow, growing heavy and sagging into the plastic pants. 

“Tsk.” 

He looked up, staring at the fairy. “What did you do?” 

“Oh, that’s not my fault,” the fairy said, shaking her tiny head. “That’s just because you’re dehydrated. You should really drink more water, then it won’t be such a dark yellow. You’ll probably feel better, too!” 

“I mean- I just completely lost control!” Charles said, in alarm. “What’s going on?” 

“Oh.” The fairy threw up her arms and rolled her eyes. “So dramatic. Don’t worry, big guy, you won’t ever flood your diapers like that again.” 

He sighed in relief. “I won’t?” 

“Oh, no, of course not. You don’t have any control, it’ll really just be a dribble from here on out.” She beamed, floating up to his forehead to give him the tiniest of good-night kisses. “You’ll want to get some powder and wipes right away, and something to change into. My diapers will last a good long while, but you can’t stay in the same soggy padding forever!” 

“But-” Charles stammered. “I- When- how do I fix it?” 

“Fix it?” the fairy asked, innocently. “What, you want your potty training back, after you just gave it to me? That’s not nice! What else am I supposed to give to good little children who want my help with bedwetting?” 

“I…” Charles whimpered. “But…” 

“You’ll get used to it,” the fairy assured him. “Hey, you might even grow to like it. And if you have any complaints, well… You can deliver them to some other fairy that you don’t believe in. Goodnight!” 

Waving her hand, another little flutter of glitter sprinkled over his head. Charles wanted to argue, but the words couldn’t leave his mouth before he was asleep. 

…

Charles woke up, rubbing at his eyes. He’d just had the weirdest… dream…

He felt a squelch between his legs, and pulled back the sheets to confirm. Sure enough, there was a snug, soggy diaper hanging around his hips. 

No. It can’t be- It was just a dream- 

Reaching over, he checked his camera, where it was still on its tripod. Nothing. The card was completely empty. 

Standing, he looked down at the garment that was sagging between his legs. “Is that…” Looking closer, he added, “It is!” 

A message had been written in pink lettering on the crotch, in flowing cursive script. Enjoy your soggy nights, little one. Your potty training will be put to good use. 

Sitting down, he felt momentarily staggered. “I… I’m going to need to buy diapers. And rubber sheets. And…” 

And he had to at least play everything fair. Reaching for his nightstand, he picked up his phone, sending a quick text. ‘Anna, I lost the bet. You were right, and I shouldn’t have messed with this.’ 

A second paused, before his phone beeped, with a message from Anna. ‘Hah! Keep your money. You’ll need it to pay for your diapers to cover your soggy butt.’