A Bewitching Baby

(Author's note: this story contains infantilism, some breast enlargement and catgirls.  If that's not your thing, turn away now.  I may turn this into a longer series.)

Jamie looked up at the large house in front of her.  She wanted to feel happy about returning here, but, all she felt was emptiness.  She’d graduated from college last week, had hugged her parents, had dinner and then waved goodbye. They’d died in a car accident driving home.  This house was home, sure, but it was going to be so empty without them. 

Taking her key, Jamie unlocked the front door and walked into what, in mind, was still her parents’ home.  The only sound inside was the grandfather clock. She set her duffle bag on the couch and looked around. It had been almost six years since she’d been home for more than an afternoon.  At twenty-five, her master’s degree freshly minted, she’d planned to go into library sciences. She’d already had a call from the local library offering her a spot this fall.

Taking a deep breath, she recounted the meeting with the lawyers for her parents’ estate.  The house and everything in it, along with her parents’ savings, were hers, but the lawyers had suggested that she consider liquidating the house if she planned to go after her doctorate.  Jamie still wasn’t sure.

Making her way through the house, she brushed her long brown hair back from her face and paused at the door to her room.  Her parents had left it just as it had been when she was eighteen, though it felt like a lifetime ago. Her silver and black stuffed tiger was still laying on her bed where she’d left it.  She remembered the dreams she’d had when she was younger, of a wise-cracking, silver-furred catgirl that was brave when Jamie was shy. She saw the pictures on her nightstand and shelves of her when she younger, that silver stuffed tiger in each of them.  Her mom had told her aunt stories about how Jamie had blamed “Shiva” for some of the trouble she’d gotten into.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she hugged the stuffed tiger to her.  “Too bad that wasn’t real, Shiva,” Jamie said, sighing. “I could use a tiger to help me sort things out.”

“What do mean ‘not real’?” Jamie heard a voice ask.

Jamie peered around.  “Hello, is someone there?”

“Down here, you daft twit,” the voice replied.  Staring down at the tiger, Jamie’s eyes widened as she saw the stuffed toy blink.  She screamed and tossed the stuffed tiger to the other side of the bed, where she heard a much larger thud than she expected.  Grabbing a trophy by the bookcase, Jamie backed against a wall.

“Now what the hell did you go and do that for?” a female voice, her accent faintly British, said from the other side of the bed.   “That was very rude of you to do to your old pal.”

Jamie watched as a very feminine hand reached up onto the bed, silver-gray fur covering the back of it.  The body that followed it as lithe and trim, with perky breasts surrounded by a gray tiger stripe t-shirt.

“I’m losing my mind,” Jamie said, her wide hazel eyes staring at the catgirl in front of her.  “My parents’ death was too much. I must’ve snapped. My stuffed toy is a catgirl.”

“Oh put that thing down before you hurt yourself,” the catgirl said, smiling at Jamie.  “You haven’t gone mental if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s me. Shiva. The real me.  I’m no longer cursed is all. It’s so nice to be back in my native form. How did you convince your mom to let me be free again?”

“Convince my mom?”  Jamie slowly slid down against the wall, still clutching the trophy.  “Mom and pa died right after I graduated.”

The catgirl winced.  “Oh, well, sorry to hear that, love.  I suppose you don’t remember, then, what she did.  Binding another witch’s familiar is no small thing.”

“Witch’s familiar?”  Jamie blinked. “What are you talking about?”

The catgirl moved to the edge of the bed.  “I could show you, but I’m your familiar.  I can’t affect you unless you let me.”

“Let you do what?” Jamie asked.

“Can I please remind you of what it was like to be a child?” the silver-furred catgirl asked.

“Will it hurt?” Jamie asked, setting the trophy aside.

The catgirl kissed Jamie’s forehead.  “Not at all. I promise.”

“Well, I’ve already lost my mind,” Jamie thought, “might as well enjoy the ride.”  She looked up at Shiva and nodded. “Okay, you can remind of what it was like to be a child, as long as I’m not hurt by it.”

The catgirl clapped her hands and stood up, offering her hands to Jamie.  “Good. Let’s get started.” Jamie took her hands and was quickly pulled to her feet.  A wind blew around her. Her eyes widened as she watched her pumps become shiny, her pant legs merging together around her long, toned legs and becoming a dress skirt.  The skirt lightened until it was white then darkened in a cute pink even as it billowed outward.

“How is this possible?”  Jamie asked. 

Shiva smiled and sat down on the bed, pulling Jamie beside her.  “Well, with my form unlocked, your powers unlocked, too, but I’m redirecting it all.  You’re like a baby again. All the untapped power, no control. Speaking of,” Shiva said with a smile, “I don’t know why you bothered finally getting potty trained when you were fourteen.”

Jamie was about to ask how Shiva knew about that when she felt an unusual pressure between her thighs, spreading them.  Lifting her pink skirts back, she gaped at the thick diapers now spreading her legs. She felt a blush cross her cheeks as she remembered the kink she’d never told anyone about.

“Oh, that’s so adorable,” Shiva said, her hand going between Jamie’s diapered legs, patting gently.  “I think someone likes their nappies.”

Jamie blushed an even brighter red.  “I, um, well, kinda. How did you know about this?”

Shiva rolled her eyes.  “I’m bonded to you. Everything you wish you could be, I want to be, too.”  Shiva’s shorts expanded outward, shifting in tone to pink and wrapping around her tail, becoming thick diapers that were suddenly covered with tiger striped plastic pants.  “Ooo, comfy.” She looked down at her chest and her eyes widened as her breasts began to swell. “This is new. Since when did you want bigger boobs.”

Jamie put her hand to her mouth, unable to resist the giggle.  “Ever since my last girlfriend,” Jamie said. She watched as the catgirl’s breasts went from apples to volleyballs in moments.  She licked her lips and reached forward, pulling her hand back at the last second. 

Shiva leaned forward and pressed her breast against Jamie’s hand.  The skin of Shiva’s breast matched the stripes of her fur but was otherwise normal skin.  “Go ahead, Jamie. Baby can touch her kitten all she wants.”

Jamie’s fingers sank into Shiva’s breast flesh, causing the catgirl to mew in pleasure.  Shiva leaned back as Jamie wiggled up onto the bed, her thickly diapered crotch pressing against Shiva’s leg.  “What if I want more from my kitty?” Jamie asked. She rocked her hips, a moan escaping her lips as she experienced her secret fantasy.

“I’m everything you want me to be, Mistress,” Shiva said, her hand going around Jamie’s diapered butt.  “I can help you make your dreams real if you let me.” Shiva’s eyes widened as droplets of milk formed on her huge breasts.  “Naughty Mistress. Does baby want some milky?”

Jamie nodded, her lips wrapping around Shiva’s nipple, suckling as she rocked against Shiva’s leg.  She couldn’t believe that she was living out this fantasy. None of it made sense but, when her climax overtook her, she didn’t care.

She vaguely remembered Shiva rolling her side and cradling Jamie in her arms, stroking her hair. “I’ll take care of you, Mistress.  Don’t you worry.” Jamie snuggled close and drifted to sleep, her last waking thought being the pacifier that had been slipped between her lips.