Witch's Bane

Written as a commission for RaptorMajor, the first part of a planned Fantasy story. 

The diaper content isn't immediate, but comes about halfway through. If you're just here for the smut, you can skip down a bit. 

Enjoy!

Vivian loved to strut. 

Energy crackling in her hands, cosmic storms of power roiling in the skies above, the witch swaggered through her latest conquest. All those who were still conscious knelt before her, subservient and aware of their helplessness. 

Power. 

She had it, they didn’t. 

Even as she walked, she could feel the eyes of some of the men in town, and a couple of the women, lusting after her. That was alright. She wore little except leather straps and long black boots for a reason. If the townsfolk wanted to imagine fantasies of a night with her, that was alright, as long as their fantasies involved Vivian being on top. 

Vivian was their queen, to all the extents that mattered. She had come, she had seen, and she had conquered, laying low every warrior who dared challenge her power. 

“Villagers!” Her voice boomed with magic. She sashayed her hips with a flourish as she reached the center of their little town square, attracting more eyes to the curves of her body. “Your strongest fighters lay broken before me! Your defenses, shattered! What have any of you to say to one as great as me?” 

She had done this countless times. Sometimes, a cocky young soul would try to challenge her. Vivian liked it when that happened. It gave her a chance to hurt them.

When a voice piped up, she almost smiled until she recognized the lisping, high pitched tones. “You’we a big meanie, witch!” 

By the time she spun, the toddler’s father had already put his hand over her mouth, trying to mute any further protests from the little girl. He was terrified. 

Vivian laughed. “See? Every last one of you, you’re all more scared than a little child. Now, after I’ve razed your fields and brought devastation to your city, the only one of you left with enough courage to stand up to me isn’t even potty trained!” 

Cackling, she called up thunder, making the whole village flinch one last time. That was enough. Confident in their cowardice, Vivian snapped her fingers, channeled a fraction of her incredible power, and summoned up wind that lifted her from the ground. 

The rush of new power always made her giddy. Sure, it was true what she’d said; not a one of the villagers had even a fraction of her strength. They were all weak, all pathetic. On the other hand, there were hundreds of them. The domination, the complete and unchecked subjugation of their wills, it filled her with a surge of new strength. 

Her power had been building for months. She’d gotten so strong that the excess from these villagers was an afterthought. Vivian didn’t need to add to her reserves of power, but it felt fantastic to have the virgin power course through her. 

By her estimation, she was the strongest witch on the planet. As long as it continued to be more fun than sex, and until she figured out a way to achieve godhood, she’d be more than happy to scour the world for cities who hadn’t yet felt her devestation. 

She twirled in the air, flying through storm clouds like a bird, if the bird in question had phenomenal cosmic power. Thunder rumbled, but she had no fear. As strong as she was, no mortal storm was a threat to her. 

In case anyone in the realm had forgotten about her, as she flew, she brought the storm with her. Rain and thunder formed a trail, purple bolts of power mixing with the natural lightning, creating a lightshow for anyone who cared to see. 

That’s right. Even the laws of nature bow to me. Watch, and tremble. 

If Vivian wanted, she could call up gentle rain showers that would tend to the whole nation’s crops, but that would have been counterproductive. The people of the world were supposed to fear her, to kneel in terror, not to give her thanks and kind words of praise. So, instead, she brought terrible storms. It was a reminder that she could destroy any city in the world on a whim. 

Power. 

Simply irresistible power. It was what life revolved around, and it was what she had more of than anyone else in the world. 

Her lair wasn’t exactly subtle. There was no point in trying to hide it. Everyone knew who the buried fortress carved into the side of a mountain belonged to, and they knew that even if they managed to evade the traps and wards, attempting to break in would bring down her wrath.

So, when she approached her home and saw the ostentatious gates standing open, it came as a pleasant surprise.

Someone in the world still has the nerve to challenge me. It’ll be amusing to break them. 

The winds carried her to the ground and she gently stepped down in front of the dark stone walls, strolling through the open gates. With a word, she slammed the doors shut behind her and snapped down the bar to seal the fortress closed. She didn’t want her intruder to try and scamper before she got to play with them them, after all. 

It didn’t take a complicated game of cat and mouse to search out the thief. They’d left a trail of dismantled wards and magical traps, heading in a straight line down to her throne room. It was like following breadcrumbs, and as she walked, she picked up speed. They weren’t just a thief, they were a challenger. This was going to be interesting.

Whoever had broken in, they’d gone through her wards; the magical traps and ambushes meant to fry or dismember intruders. It wasn’t that her wards had gone off and the intruder had survived them, though that would have been impressive on its own. If they’d done that, there would be burns and shrapnel scattered through her castle. The enchantments had been completely dismantled.

Her visitor had some magical power of their own. 

There was no chance they could rival her own power, of course, but still - dominating another witch or wizard with the strength to break up her enchantments would bring Vivian more virgin power than a dozen villages. 

Her uninvited guest had made no attempt to hide their presence. It seemed as though they were hoping for a fight. Heroes and adventurers had largely stopped breaking in long ago, when they learned the error of challenging her, but there must have been someone left who still thought they could match her. 

Smirking, Vivian decided she’d use only nonverbal spells, so that the fight wouldn’t end in an instant. Chanting up her more powerful magics would bring this game to an end too quickly, and she wanted their helplessness to sink in. 

“Thief!” she called out, making her voice boom with a trace of power. “Did you come to challenge me, or to hide like a little mouse?” 

Her boots fell loudly in the hall, echoing as she walked, accompanied by the swish of her tattered cloak. Wanting to make an entrance, she brought up more magic, letting crackling purple sparks play over her hands and body as she pushed open the door into her throne room and, at last, laid eyes on the one who’d dared to challenge her authority. 

A man stood inside, leaning on a staff, dressed in simple brown robes. He was older than her, born a generation earlier, and his outfit was a set of simple, brown apprentice’s robes. 

“Hello, Vivian. You’ve put the world out of balance. I’ve come to set things right.” 

She’d never seen him before, but it was no surprise that he knew her name, not when Vivian was known the world over as an unstoppable terror. 

“Aren’t you a little old to be an apprentice?” she scoffed, strutting into the throne room. Decorations of gold and sapphires reflecting her motion, and torches cast flickering, terrible shadows. “Did you learn to make lights and dancing colors just so you play pretend at challenging me?” 

The man looked down at his robes for a moment, unperturbed. “These are comfortable, and protect against the chill of the storm. Why wear something gaudy when these will do?” 

Rolling her eyes at the false humility, Vivian extended her senses towards the Wizard. She felt him out with magic, detecting the strength of his aura. 

The power she detected was minimal. He had magic, certainly, but his strength was that of a starved pup next to her dragon’s rage. Subjugating him might not bring her all that much power after all. 

She sighed, disappointed, and decided to get this over with. The runes on her body flared with light and from within her endless well of power she called up lightning, blasting it out from her fingertips towards the intruder.

The wizard only shifted his feet, held up his staff, and dispelled the crackling electricity into the ground without flinching. 

“Power,” he commented. “You’ve got more of it than most, I’ll give you that.” 

“I’ve got more of it than anyone!” she snapped back at him, spinning and flicking out her wand to send a wave of blackness towards him. Again, he shifted his weight, deflecting her strike and parting the darkening spell like a curtain. 

“Possibly,” he mused, straightening his back. “And possibly not.” 

Vivian glared. This Wizard was weak, pathetically so, but he wasn’t as incompetent as she’d expected. He was weak, for someone of his talent, but she wasn’t going to hit him with a simple, brute force sucker punch. 

So, she twisted her want, channeled her thoughts into magic, and went all out. She’d been meaning to redecorate the throne room anyways. 

Bolts of energy and force tore through the room, digging furrows in the stone floor as they flew at the wizard from all sides. In the same moment, her power congealed and took form, creating a construct of a crow the size of a bear. 

That, finally, got the wizard’s attention. He spun his staff, drawing up his own power in a tangible force, magical attacks ricocheting to the side, each blast deflected so that they just barely missed him. Had his salt and pepper hair been any longer, it would have been singed by the spells whipping past his head. 

Her crow swooped in, and she beamed wickedly, knowing that it was over. The Wizard couldn’t deflect a construct like that, and even if he tried, it’d be able to slash him with its claws as it flew past. She had constructed the attack beast with enough energy to withstand any blast he could throw at it, and-

When it was five feet away, he twisted his hand, called out a word, and struck the crow with a force spell no more powerful than if he’d thrown a pebble. When it hit, though, it hit at the center of the magical construct, where her power was bound together into a knot. When that knot was undone, the crow came apart, simply vanishing like a balloon struck with a needle. 

Vivian was in so much shock that she didn’t even notice the counter attack coming. Her last bout of force was reflected by his staff, skipping off the stone floor towards her. She saw it at the last minute and called a shield up in front of her, but the power bounced off the ground, skimmed off the back wall, and struck at her back. 

No amount of force that this Wizard could muster would ever seriously hurt her, but when the spell struck at her backside, she felt a sharp tug and an awkward discomfort as her panties were pulled up with a sharp yank, giving her a serious wedgie. It was not a physical threat, not even a major discomfort, but the insult it gave made her amusement with the fight turn to rage. 

“You don’t understand what you just did,” she growled, tapping into her well of power to strike even harder. 

“You don’t understand the forces you control,” the Wizard replied, calmly, facing down his own doom with a cavalier smile. 

She slapped power into the air, bursts of pure, unbridled force that she’d once used to take down a castle’s walls. Her runes flashed brighter than ever, their glow matching her output of power. With every heartbeat, another wall of magic was sent towards the wizard, with no room to dodge. He might have the strength to divert one of these, or two, but no amount of precision could protect him from them all. Nothing in the world could meet this much power and stay standing. 

He didn’t deflect the spells. Instead, so smoothly that she couldn’t even feel the magic ripple in the air, he called up a string of portals. It was fine, delicate magic, but he did it without breaking stride. 

Vivian was ready for his next trick. He was going to hop through the portal to get out of the way of her attack, step behind her, and strike with a sucker punch. In anticipation she whirled, but no such ambush came. 

Then, she felt the portals appear between her legs and to her back, and before she could react, thundering attacks of force took her out at the knees with her own spell.

A mortal would have been killed. She only staggered and fell, dropping onto all fours as another magical passageway opened behind her. A dozen attacks, each charged with her own boundless magic, struck her on the exposed flesh of her thighs and ass. They rained down on her, turning her skin red and tender with the force of the magical spanking. 

Surprised by the pain, Vivian let out a single, high-pitched whimper. 

An instant after the reaction, she slapped her hand over her mouth in shock. She hadn’t shown weakness like that since she was a child, since before she had her power, and- 

Scrambling up to her feet, Vivian decided that she had to make an example of this wizard. She wouldn’t just kill him, she would bring him low, humiliate him in front of the world, so that all would see what happened to anyone who dared challenge her authority and power. 

Her voice echoed as she began to chant, using her limitless well of strength to suffuse her body, the strength of an army focused into a single woman, the runes on her skin flashing with nearly blinding light. 

She leapt towards her enemy, a gust of magical wind carrying her forward. She was going to break his staff like a twig, crush his hands, rip out his tongue, sap his power and leave him for the crows, she would make him beg-

He sidestepped, his body flowing like water. She had enough strength to rend mountains, but she had to strike him first, and with his dodge she was carried past and landed in a surprised tumble. 

Coming back up, she charged him, keeping her footing this time, watching for the dodge. He moved again, ducking under a thrown fist. She kicked, but by the time she threw out the blow, he was already out of the way.

“Slow,” he said, his voice sounding like it was right in her ear. “And obvious, like a child.” 

Vivian whirled, striking out with deadly force, but the Wizard had already moved out of the way.

“Dammit!” she roared, whirling and attacking with as much speed as her magic allowed, desperate to strike home and end the man who’d dared come to challenge her. “Why-” she threw a punch, which he sidestepped. “Won’t-” a kick drove at his midsection, but he spun out of the way easily. “You-” a lunging backhand missed completely. “DIE!”

Infuriated, she tried to grab at the wizard, but for the first time in their melee he stepped forward, mass and leverage completely nullifying strength, and struck a blow at her back. 

It carried little strength, but with the attack came a little shock of magic, and Vivian gasped in alarm at the sensation. 

Without any warning, she felt something hot and wet running down her legs. Panic struck her. He’d done something, and she was pouring blood, draining out and-

Looking down, she saw no telltale red from a wound. Instead, trickling down her thighs and over her black boots was an inexplicable flow of pee. She hadn’t felt the need to go, no pressure or discomfort on her bladder, and based on the timing of the Wizard’s attack, this had all been his goal. 

Fear, and realization, all struck her at once. The Wizard hadn’t come here to kill her, to win a name for himself by vanquishing the scourge of the nation. He’d come here for the same reason she had gone out into the world. The Wizard wanted to dominate her, to siphon away her power, to take by force what she’d rightfully stolen. 

If he’d wanted to hurt her with that blow, he could have. Maybe not a lot, given her power, but he could have done something. Instead, he’d caused an accident, forced her to soak her panties like a little kid. 

He’d come to humiliate her, and despite his apparent weakness, he was succeeding.

Vivian was done playing nice. She was going to kill this Wizard, then and there, even if she had to bring down her whole lair to do it. There would be no opportunity for him to escape, to tell of how he’d shamed her in her own home. 

Stepping back, she went for something complex, powerful, and unstoppable. First, she took away his ability to dodge, weaving power in the air to shut down any portals or doors to other dimensions. The Wizard wouldn’t get to work that trick on her a second time. Then, lips moving in a quiet chant, she sent out a web of snaring magic to cover the floor, the pillars, the ceiling, so that no matter where he dodged he’d fall into her trap. 

“Try escaping this,” she hissed, throwing out her wand and sending a singular black wave of magic towards the Wizard. 

It was the strongest spell she’d ever used in a fight. The effort left her gasping, drained, the runes on her arms fading. Even still, as the sickly dark energy drove home, she knew it was worth the effort. There was no way for him to- 

Shifting his footing, the Wizard raised his staff, catching the bolt and absorbing its energy. For one brief, passing instant, she felt his aura flash with that borrowed power, and her heart sank.

With a word and a twist of his hand, the Wizard called up the same magic, labeled “Return to sender”. 

There was no shield she could summon that would block the hit. She could have ducked into the next dimension over, but her own bindings blocked out that option, and she had no time to take them down. Vivian stepped back, thinking to dodge, but the Wizard shuffled his feet like he was collecting static and returned the power of her own magical net against her. 

The trap, meant to take out the Wizard, bound her in place in his stead. All she could do was scream as the black bolt flew towards-

…

Vivian’s eyes snapped open. She was lying on a table, somewhere in her own lair, and by the feeling of cold air on her body, she was naked. 

Time to get her revenge. She readied herself to strike, to break the magical bindings holding her down, but after a moment of preparation she realized that there were no such bindings. She was simply on the table, and the only thing keeping her there was the fact that she hadn’t yet sat up. 

The Wizard was in the room, sitting a few feet away, looking out the window. He hadn’t noticed that she was awake, too distracted with lighting his wizard’s pipe.

If I strike him now, he won’t be able to stop me before it hits. 

Tapping into her well of power, she chanted quietly, whispering, “Pew viwtutem weam, tempeth- Wha’ da fuck?” 

To her side, she heard a chuckle. The Wizard had faced her, and was smiling as he took in a pull of his pipe. Puffing, he blew complicated smoke shapes, making a teddy bear, a bunny, and a pair of toy blocks that floated towards Vivian in a spiral. “I see you’re awake.” 

Vivian waved a hand in the air as the smoke shapes circled over her head, dissipating them, then faced the Wizard. “Wha’ da heww did you do to me?” 

“A binding, one I fashioned for you” the Wizard explained. “I couldn’t have you chanting up a spell to attack me, after all. It’s simple to break, but to do so, you’d have to chant the precisely correct incantation and… well, I frankly don’t see you doing that.” 

She sat up, facing him, feeling acutely aware of her nakedness. It wasn’t that she particularly bothered to conceal her beauty, but here, she wasn’t presenting herself in a certain way, she was just… naked. 

Maybe I can use that. Distract him, with a little flourish of the hips, then get him while he’s not watching for magic. 

As Vivian looked the Wizard over, though, she knew her plan wouldn’t work. He wasn’t even looking at her breasts, though he’d been the one to take her clothes and leave her naked. 

“I’m not going to bweak,” she lisped, glaring. “You’w nevew get my powe’.” 

“I don’t want your power, Vivian,” the Wizard explained, staring into her eyes. “If I took it from you, I’d only shift the imbalance in the world to another point on the scale. Tell me, how is Imperionis?”

Vivian blinked. He knew her demon. That wasn’t even supposed to be possible, but if he knew that, then he might also know how to break her pact. 

“He’th fine,” she said, cautiously, watching the Wizard. “He-” 

Without warning, she threw out a blast of power, a sucker punch aimed at the wizard’s head. Without chanting to accompany it, it wasn’t all that strong, but it was fast, fast enough that it left her hand and reached his face in an eyeblink. 

And, in that same eyeblink, he disappeared. 

Vivian spun on the table, looking for him, and she yelped in surprise when she saw the Wizard standing by her side, expression stern. She tried to react, to call up more magic, but from his position he grabbed her legs, lifted with apparent ease, and twisted so that Vivian either had to roll onto her belly or dislocate something.

She rolled, and the Wizard shifted his grip so that he held both her ankles with one hand, pinning her that she couldn’t wriggle free. Held face down as she was, Vivian could do nothing to stop his other hand from slapping down hard on her backside, spanking flesh that was already tender from the battle. 

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips at the pain of the strike, but the Wizard didn’t relent. Following up, he spanked her again, and again, hand moving fast and consistently, spreading around the strikes so that she was spanked evenly from her cheeks down to her thighs.

She wriggled, trying to kick her feet, but his hand held her ankles fast, and pushing with her arms to try and get up was no more successful. 

Don’t give in. Don’t give in. Don’t- 

Having coated her backside with strikes, he began again, starting at the top and working his way down, spanking skin that had already been hit. 

“Aah!” Vivian cried out, her face turning pink in embarrassment as she reacted to his spanking. It hurt, but more than hurting, it was downright humiliating to be controlled and punished so easily by the Wizard. 

The reaction, at least, seemed to be what he was looking for. He ceased the spanking, using his leverage to flip her over onto her back, still holding Vivian’s ankles. 

“Have you learned your lesson?” His voice was firm, but not angry. “Or should I continue?” 

She considered responding with something pithy, but she knew he could keep up the spanking for as long as he wanted to. Quietly, she said, “D-don’t continue.” 

He nodded, agreeably, but didn’t release her ankles. On the contrary, he lifted a little higher, so that her ass was in the air, and with a flick of his wrist and a bit of power he summoned something she couldn’t see into his free hand. 

When she heard the rustle and felt plasticy, cushioned padding slight beneath her, Vivian realized what the Wizard had conjured. “A diapee?” 

In response, the Wizard only lowered her ankles, reached into his pocket, and came out with a handful of a white, perfumed powder, which he sprinkled liberally around her crotch and thighs. Though he paid no particular attention to her sex, Vivian still flushed as his hand went over her, ensuring that the baby powder had a clean, consistent coat that wouldn’t clump up anywhere.

Again, Vivian struggled. He could defeat her, he could humiliate her with a spanking, but no Wizard in the world could put a diaper on Vivian Ellagon. 

Her wriggling got her nowhere. Whatever lock the Wizard had on her ankles, she couldn’t escape it. 

His free hand worked busily, folding over the padding and working the tapes, using his thumb and forefinger to pull them tight and stick them down while his pinkie pinned the purple diaper in place. 

Pulling the last tape into place and pressing it snuggly down, the Wizard finished putting a diaper on Vivian Ellagon. 

At long last, he released her ankles. 

She fell back onto the table, looking down at her new undergarment in shock. “W-wh-what the-” 

“Sit up,” the Wizard instructed, his voice broaching no complaint. 

Vivian sat up. 

“You’ve taken much power from the world,” he said, looking her dead in the eye as he spoke. “Stolen, carried away from where it’s needed, so that you can lord over the world with your ill-gotten gains. Until every speck of that power is returned, you are not to remove, adjust, or even touch your diapers unless I tell you to.” 

Vivian blinked. “Wha’?” 

“In fact, you’ll find there will be a lot of changes around here, at least until you learn to control your magic,” the Wizard explained. “You’ll be given rules, and instructions. When you disobey, you’ll be punished. If you obey, you’ll have your privileges returned to you, one at a time.” 

“You would dare-” 

“Rule number one,” the Wizard interrupted, holding up a finger. “No back talk. When I am speaking, you will listen.” 

Vivian opened her mouth, but she saw the Wizard’s stance change as she did, ready to bend her over once more. She had no doubt that he could make another spanking hurt even through her new padding, and her bottom was already too tender for her to consider another round with his hand.

She closed her mouth. 

“Good.” He relaxed a little, continuing. “Rule number two. As I said before, you are not to touch or adjust your diaper in any way, either with your hands, or with magic or any tools. You are to use your diapers when you need them. The potty is completely off limits for you, and you are not to try and hold it, so you can use your diaper when you think you’re about to receive a change. Finally, you are not to ask for a change, to indicate to me the state of your diaper, or to consider it in any way when you make decisions, unless you are specifically asked. If you are specifically asked about the state of your diaper, you will immediately answer with complete candor. I will check your diaper as I see fit, and I will change it as I see fit. Understood?” 

Vivian felt herself blushing again as she considered it, but she only nodded. It wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t even consider that rule as a real possibility, because it was unthinkable. She would escape, and buck his authority, before it came to actually using the diaper for its intended purpose. 

Thinking up her escape plan, she nodded, looking as obedient and innocent as she could manage. 

“Rule number three, you will obey my instructions. If I tell you to do something, you will do it without complaint, and you will only ask questions if what I tell you is unclear. My instructions are the only thing that can override another rule.” His tone softened, slightly, and he added, “I hope that, one day, you’ll understand that this is all for your own good.” 

She was barely listening. If I distract him, I could hit him hard… Maybe one of my traps around the castle is still set? 

“Rules number four and five, you are not to use magic without my explicit instructions, and you are not to leave this castle without me accompanying you. When we are out of the fortress, you are never to be more than ten feet away from me.” 

That was interesting. He intended to take her out of the castle. That could give her all sorts of opportunities, if she leveraged them properly. 

He had to raise his second hand to continue counting. “Rule number six, if anyone besides me gives you an instruction, you are to obey unless it would force you to break another rule. You will treat anyone you meet as your superior, even if they are a child of barely speaking age.”

Another rule that, if Vivian was going to have to actually follow it, would be downright unbearable. What would he do, take her from home to home, passing her off as the village slave?

“Rule number seven, you are not to hurt anyone, including yourself. Rule number eight, you will keep your home clean, tidy, and well organized. You cannot order your life if your home is not ordered in kind.”

That was enough to make Vivian blurt out, “You’re going to make me clean my room?” 

The Wizard raised an eyebrow, pausing. Realizing her mistake, Vivian pressed her lips together and bowed her head. “I’ll ignore that, this once. Rule number nine, you will not choose your clothing. If you are too hot or too cold, you may request a change in wardrobe to reflect that.” 

She watched him. If she gave in, submitted to his instructions, she’d start to lose her power. Slowly, maybe, but the longer she went without being seen in the world, without the people being reminded of her domination, the less strength she’d be able to draw. It would be prudent to take the Wizard out soon. 

“Rule number ten, when speaking with others, you will refer to me as Daddy. When we talk, you may call me Sir, or Master.” 

“And, finally,” the Wizard said. “Be honest with me. Tell me how you are feeling, answer my questions frankly, don’t hold it back. I want you to keep no secrets from me. Understood?” 

Vivian nodded, blushing. “I… I have something to teww you, den.” 

“Oh?” the Wizard asked, his face looking genuinely pleased. “Please, go forward. I would like to hear it.” 

It was the best chance she’d get.

“Fuck you’w wules.” Flashing a wicked expression, she summoned up power, calling it forth in her belly, building up a magical attack that would catch him off his guard. 

He stepped forward, lightning quick, and with a subtle whisper of power everything that Vivian had summoned up suddenly changed. 

Instead of power, the magic she’d conjured became a sinking feeling, building into a tangible weight in her bowels over which she had no control. 

Her body went rigid as she realized what was happening. Involuntarily, a small grunt of effort escaped her lips, and her body began to push. Sitting down on the table, she felt a warm, soft mass begin to spread under her bottom, smushed forward and back by her body weight, pressing into the back of her diaper as she filled it out. 

She tried to clamp down, to stop the mudslide, but the muscles in her belly were not under her control. Then, to her horror, the rest of her body began to disobey. She leaned forward, screwing up her face and pushing, magical compulsion driving her to expel as much waste as she could. 

All the while, the Wizard watched. His gaze never wavered from her face as she loaded her diaper to capacity. 

Most of a minute passed, until finally her bowels were emptied and she could push no more out. Another fifteen seconds passed after that as she was frozen in shock, the humiliation of what she’d just done paralyzing her to the core. 

The Wizard moved first, leaning forward, pulling out the back waistband of her diaper with two fingers. It was purely for show, as the bulge and smell of her accident was unmistakable, but as he checked her, reality broke through and began to sink in. 

Vivian had just done the unthinkable, and she had no control over it as it happened. The Wizard really was in complete control, and Vivian’s helplessness to stop him was as thorough and complete as the rest of the world was to resist Vivian. 

The Wizard released the back of her diaper, nodding and making a small, “Hmm,” sound. After considering it, he said, “I don’t think you’re due for a change just yet. Let’s get you dressed for supper, and then we’ll see about giving you chores for the evening.”