When Rebecca came to, she found herself lying on top of Mr. Bear. She remembered what had just transpired and pushed herself off of the stuffed animal, falling onto the soft carpeted floor. She got onto her knees, but found no sign of movement in the room. She poked the stuffed bear. It was warm and soft, and had a lovely furry feeling to it, but it did not feel alive. There was no indication that it was awake, or even animate. Rebecca leaned in to try and find a heartbeat, or see the rhythmic rising and falling of the chest from breathing. There was nothing, not a single sign of life. She tried to pick up the bear, but found that it weighed too much. She could barely even nudge it when she put her full weight behind her shoulder.

Rebecca got up and dusted herself off. Dried flakes of bodily fluid came off her two round breasts and disappeared into the carpet. She looked around the room and found various children’s toys scattered about. Some were purely innocent, like the heap of lettered blocks, but others, like the all too familiar dildo rocking horse, had a much more adult theme. Rebecca spotted a flatscreen in the corner and across from it was a small recliner that looked oddly familiar.

Rebecca waddled over, her thick diaper pushing her thighs wide apart. She felt the weight of the soaked padding pull at her hips. She had once again pissed herself while sleeping. Not that it mattered now. She was stuck in this nursery forever. I might as well make the most of it then, Rebecca thought. The old version of her would have been horrified that she had thrown in the towel without a fight. But after the several dozen lessons she had learned over the past months, she knew that there was no way to go against Mommy’s wishes. Whatever Mommy wanted to happen, was exactly what was going to happen, and to the exact letter of her specification.

The recliner was almost an exact replica of the one downstairs in her living room. Mommy’s living room, she thought. There wasn’t anything that was hers in the world anymore. Everything was a gift handed to her by Mommy. A privilege that could very well get taken away for whatever reason. The recliner in front of her was a perfect example. The only difference between it and the one downstairs was the material that covered it. The one downstairs was covered in black leather. The smaller, child-sized version in front of her had pastel pink fabric, and it was covered in a protective plastic covering. That’s probably a good thing given how often I end up leaking…

Rebecca plopped her sodden butt into the recliner and found the childish pink plastic remote waiting beside it. She turned the television on, and to her surprise a real-world news channel came on. Rebecca felt relieved that there was some sense of normalcy to be had in the nursery dungeon. She relaxed, and began to absorb the day’s current events. A little while later she noticed a small timer in the corner of the screen, which was counting down, from what looked to be an hour.

Curious, Rebecca changed the channel, landing on a kid’s program. The timer followed, but it had paused, reading 55:49. The colourful cartoon wasn’t really that interesting to the grown woman, so she jumped back to the news, and the timer recommenced its countdown.

Interesting, Rebecca thought. I think I know what’s going on here. I’m only allowed an hour of adult tv time a day. But if I watch an ‘age-appropriate’ show, it doesn’t count towards my hour. I wonder what happens when the timer hits zero?

There was only one way to find out. Rebecca sat back and watched the news, keeping one eye on the timer at all times. Time passed slowly, but soon enough, the timer blinked starting at ten seconds remaining, before turning red at three seconds, and right as the timer hit zero the television turned off. Rebecca tried to turn it back on, but the pink plastic remote was useless in that endeavour.

She begrudgingly got out of her chair and went for a tour around the room, cataloguing and indexing what was available to her, and how she could use it to entertain herself. When she came to the dildo-saddled rocking horse she could hardly resist jumping on, fondly remembering her last experience with it. She swung her leg over top and sunk down on the two hard pink plastic cocks. At first, she felt them push against her pissy diaper, but then she felt them magically slide though, pushing against her most sensitive areas. She lined everything up and sat down, the two pleasure sticks nestled nicely within her nether regions.

Rebecca began to rock back and forth, feeling the two dildo’s pump in and out of her bottom. The faster she went, the better it felt. With that carnal incentive driving her, she picked up the pace, feeling her muscles straining to maintain the pacing. The feeling was heavenly, as Rebecca lost track of time.

***

A while later, her pacing on the rocking horse had slowed down to a gentle canter. Her Escort Bayan legs felt sore as if they had spent several hours on an actual horse. She looked around the room, only to find that the stuffed animals had managed to pick themselves off the floor and relocate back in the crib where they had been originally. That’s odd, Rebecca thought. I guess they are activated by my sexual energy? I guess that makes sense if they can only move when I am excessively horny. Rebecca began to wonder just how horny she had to be to make them all come to life and have another orgy. The milk that Mommy feeds me must be quite powerful if it makes me that excited.

Rebecca gingerly lifted her bum off the rocking horse, feeling the two dildos leave her well-fucked orifices gapping. She reached down, feeling along the crotch of her diaper, only to find an unblemished plastic surface. The holes had resealed themselves thanks to Mommy’s ever-present magic, but a new problem arose. The diaper was even heavier now. Mommy’s milk had run through her system and was now threatening to rip the diaper’s tapes. Rebecca’s hands shot to her backside, rubbing away the phantom pain that appeared as she remembered the last spanking she had received for losing her diaper.

She clutched onto the front of the diaper, hoping to save herself from any further punishment. There has to be a way for me to get my diaper changed, without Mommy’s help, Rebecca thought. She scanned the room. Beside the padded change table there was her all-to-familiar robotic diaper pail.

Rebecca waddled over, taking extra care to avoid her diaper tearing off. After what felt like forever, she finally arrived. Her short size really made everything seem so much larger and far apart. Before the journey would have taken her six strides. Now it took thirty.

There was one problem with her plan. The diaper pail was too tall for her to use. It was still sized for an adult to use. There was no path that Rebecca could find to get her sodden padding all the way to the top of the metal cylinder. She began to walk away, passing by the change table when she felt a mysterious force grab her underneath her armpits and hoist her high into the air.

Rebecca screamed at the sudden intrusion, kicking her feet with wild abandon, trying to find something solid to gain purchase on. She looked down, and saw that she was now inches above the padded pink surface of the change table. The force lowered her, lying her down on her back. She tried to sit-up, but the mysterious force pushed against her chest, keeping her firmly in place. She was able to tilt her head just enough to see that the mysterious force had taken a material shape, now plainly visible to her as a detached floating white gloved hand.

Two more hands appeared out of thin air and grasped at the tapes on her diaper. With a sharp tug the adhesive seals gave way. The front of her diaper was pulled down between her legs exposing her crotch to the cold air of the room. Rebecca shivered, but it was nothing compared to the freezing cold disposable wipe that was swiped against her sex. She wriggled and writhed, trying to escape the sensation, but it was no use. The magic hands were too strong. There was no indication that they were even phased by Rebecca’s infantile struggling.

With her crotch now clean, one of the white gloves grabbed Rebecca’s ankles, bringing them together before hoisting them up to her head, raising her bum off of the well-used diaper. The remaining free gloved hand pulled the diaper out from under her, and set it down out of her reach. Another two ice cold wipes cleaned her backside, feeling almost pleasurable against her thoroughly-fucked asshole. The wipes were gathered together and thrown into the used diaper, which, in turn, was rolled up into a tight ball. The magic hand then took the diaper and disposed of it in the diaper pail.

Rebecca heard the diaper pail chime out its usual greeting then told her how many times she had accidently pissed herself in the last week. It was an embarrassingly high number, but now that she was stuck in the nursery, Rebecca was all too sure that the number would only grow larger. The diaper pail then mechanically pronounced Rebecca’s next diaper would be a single overnight diaper.

The white glove returned dutifully from the diaper pail with a gigantic diaper in hand. Rebecca’s eyes bulged out of her head when she saw it. There’s no fucking way that is going to fit me, Rebecca thought. But she didn’t have a choice. The diaper was opened, gently fluffed, then slid under her backside. Her legs were lowered, her suspended butt coming to a rest on the diaper. Her back was arched, there was way too much padding between her butt and the padded change table. The front of the diaper was pulled up between her thighs, forcing them to be spread to almost their absolute maximum. The six heavy-duty diaper tapes were done up, tightly cinching Escort the massive diaper around her midsection.

The hands patted her tummy before grasping her by the armpits and lowering her down to the nursery floor. She stumbled as the hands let go of her, forcing her wide-spread feet to try and support her. Her arms windmilled, but it was all for naught as she ended up tumbling backwards, landing with a puff of baby powder. She had braced for impact, expecting there to be substantial pain, but there was none. The thick diaper had spared her from all of it. She sat there dumbfounded for a minute, trying to process what had happened to her.

She let out a massive yawn, stretching her arms out above her head. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. While she hadn’t been up for too long, according to her own memory, but she had been pretty busy fucking and getting fucked. She looked towards her crib, and saw the convenient ramp leading up to the padded mattress. She made her mind up. It was nap time. But first she needed to make it there.

She tried to get back onto her feet, but it was pointless. The diaper forced her thighs too far apart. She had managed to get two minuscule steps in, but quickly gave up on the idea. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards her destination.

The journey was a long one. She had almost regretted complaining about her waddled walk earlier. This one was much longer. The bulk of her diaper prevented her from making any quick progress. By her measure the diaper had to weigh at least half her body weight. It pulled on her hips, dragging on the ground behind her, making the task all the more difficult.

Eventually she reached the ramp, and began to climb up it. The heavy diaper made it an exhausting task, and by the time she made it to the top she barely managed to roll over to the pillow and pull the warm blanket over her sweating, heaving form. It took her mere moments to fall asleep as she caught her breath.

***

“Wake up, little one. I brought you a surprise,” Mommy’s sing-song voice called out. Rebecca yawned and stretched out, feeling well-rested from her first exploration in the nursery. She managed to push herself up to her knees, supporting herself by holding onto the cold metal bars that held her captive within her crib. Her overnight diaper had swollen to comical proportions. It easily weighed as much as she did. It was a little concerning that she figured she had pissed half her body weight away until she remembered that things don’t need to make sense when Mommy’s magic is at play.

Rebecca looked up, the bright light still stinging her sleepy eyes. Over Mommy’s shoulder there was a naked quivering mass. As her eyes adjusted, she was able to make out some more detail. That person seems familiar, Rebecca thought. Then it all clicked together. It was Brent, the regional manager from her former workplace, the nephew of the CEO. Rebecca recalled one of the vivid dreams that she had had at the start of all of this.

The lockdown was over and she was back at work, only to be brought to a conference room a week later to be let go. Brent was there, overseeing all the layoffs, and he had cornered her in the conference room after everyone else had left. He had offered her a new job as his secretary, but first she had to prove her skills by blowing him. Rebecca looked up. Mommy had a knowing smile on her face as if she knew Rebecca was remembering the dream.

“That’s one of the fun things about being a witch,” Mommy said. “Sometimes you see future events. There’s a whole branch of witchcraft for witches who are more predisposed to the talent of divination. They are called dreaming witches. It’s not an exclusive talent, but they do have dreams about the possible future much more often.”

“As you can guess. Little Brent, I mean little Benny here did exactly what you had dreamed about. He offered me the job today, and I daresay he is deeply regretting asking me for a blowjob. Poor thing, I sucked the height right out of him. I figured you would love to have some human company, so here we are,” Mommy said. Benny tried to raise a fuse, but a sharp slap across his already red bum put an end to any rebellion.

Mommy snapped her finger and Rebecca felt a magical sensation around her waist. When she looked down her diaper had been replaced by a clean white daytime diaper, the same size as the one Rebecca had been wearing prior. It was still too big for her figure, but it at least allowed her to stand up and maneuver around. Mommy came over and lowered the rail, holding out a hand for Rebecca to take. Not one to hold back anymore, Rebecca eagerly took it and was lifted out of the crib and placed in front of a new pink toy chest, appropriately sized for Rebecca. On the front panel in painted letters it read ‘Rebecca’s Toy Chest’, as if there was any doubt who it was intended for.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Bayan escort Go ahead and open it and let’s get the party started. Little Benny here needs to learn the pecking order in this house,” Mommy said.

Rebecca flicked open the latch and lifted the lid. Inside was a magical space. There was both nothing and everything inside it all at once. Rebecca felt that if she reached inside she could pull out any toy she could imagine. Right now, she wanted to make sure the little skirt chaser learned his lesson.

She held out her hand and fished around the empty void of the chest. She felt it come into contact with the first toy, and pulled it out, leaving it hanging over the edge of the chest. She reached back inside several more times and just so happened to find everything she was looking for. When Rebecca turned around, Mommy was beaming at the sight of her.

“My, my. I taught you well, little one,” Mommy said. “Here, let’s get started,” Mommy snapped her fingers and an appropriately sized wooden stool appeared into existence beside Rebecca. She sat down on it, grabbing the big wooden paddle from the lip of the toy chest. She patted her lap, and Mommy lowered the sobbing boy onto her lap.

Rebecca hadn’t seen his face until now, but she was surprised to find a pink pacifier gagging the poor young man. She pulled it out, allowing it to drop to the floor in front of him.

“Thank you, Rebecca. Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this. I swear. I’ll even pay you. Anything. Anything you want and it’s yours. Just please let me go,” Brent said.

“I’m sorry Benny, but you’ve been a bad boy. And what do bad boys get?” Rebecca asked rhetorically.

“I-I–“

“That’s right. Bad boys get punished,” Rebecca said interrupting the pathetic mess on her lap. “Now, I’m going to spank your bottom. It seems that someone’s already gotten quite a warming, so this shouldn’t take long. I’ll stop when you promise me that you are going to behave and allow me to use the rest of my toys on you. Do you understand?”

“No, why would I–” Brent was interrupted by the sharp crack of the paddle on his butt. His hands flailed, trying to cover his smarting backside, but they were held tightly between Rebecca’s thighs.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Rebecca said. She proceeded to lay one hell of a beating on his ass before the defeated man finally whimpered that he had had enough.

“I’ll be a g-g-good b-boy,” Benny stammered, tears streaming down his face. He was into a full-on gasping sob, trying to catch his breath between words. “I’ll behave and play with the rest of your t-t-t-toys.”

Rebecca could tell that there was fear in his voice. It made her so wet to know that she had so much power over this worthless human being on her lap.

“Stand up, sissy,” Rebecca said. Benny stood up slowly on his shaky legs. “Nuh uh, uh. Don’t you try to touch your bum. It’s supposed to sting, sissy girl.” She grabbed the pink plastic chastity cage from the toy box, and undid all the intricate pieces. She reached out and grabbed Benny by the balls and pulled him in closer, eliciting another pained grunt from the broken man. The chastity cage went on easily, the poor sissy girl was too scared to even attempt to get an erection in front of her, not that he would ever have the chance to do so ever again.

“Much better. Now your all-important manhood is locked away forever it’ll be hard to ask girls to suck you off, now won’t it?” Rebecca asked.

Benny stayed silent, staring a hole into the floor between his feet. Rebecca brought him out of his self pity party with another sharp spank on his blistered ass, sending him jumping to his feet.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Benny said, his voice barely squeaking out. His legs were shaking violently in fear. Rebecca grabbed the next item off of the toy chest. It was a frilly pink diaper, one that was way to feminine for even her to consider wearing. She felt something welling up inside her. Something very familiar.

With a sadistic grin on her face she snapped her fingers, and the diaper disappeared from her hand and reappeared on Benny’s bottom, sending the sissy boy jumping in surprise, landing on his padded ass. Rebecca looked up at Mommy and saw an approving smile on her face. Satisfied that she was allowed to use her new-found power, Rebecca continued to put Benny in his place.

She grabbed a metal ring gag from the toy chest and snapped her fingers. Instantly Benny’s whimpers became even more pathetic as the unfortunate sissy lost the ability to make any coherent sound. The gag was tightly wrapped around his head, forcing his mouth open in a pathetic circle. Benny’s face looked eerily similar to that of a blow-up sex doll. A string of drool rolled down out of his mouth and down his muscular chest. As soon as Rebecca had noticed his sculpted chest, she snapped her fingers again.

Benny grasped at his pectoral muscles, feeling them deflate, withering away to nothing in his hands. He checked his arms and found that all his hard work at the gym was gone. Left in his place was a thin scrawny boy. A boy who looked like he would have difficulties even trying to open the door to enter the gym, let alone lift his own gym bag.