Category: magic

Altered Reality 2

To most sentient beings, the concept of “reality” is widely believed to be a constant, unchanging force, defining the very rules and laws the universe must abide by. Up is up, blue is blue, water is wet, and so on. This belief is what provides most people with a sort of unspoken foundation for how the world worked, offering a comforting notion that these same rules could never be altered, changed, or rewritten.

However, those same people would be horrified to learn then that the fabric of reality is not so set in stone as they were first lead to believe, but a constant rippling force that could change at a moment’s whim, radically altering the way these rules became enforced. Though the vast majority would never know who or what had altered these rules, this same people would neither care not notice a change in their reality, going about their day with the same assurance that things were how they were supposed to be and had always been. In rare cases, individuals might experience a nagging feeling that something was amiss. Usually such changes are relatively minor anyway and go without being noticed even by those aware something has changed, but other times the effects of these “Ripples” can be far more pronounced.

On this day, one such Ripple passed over the planet Earth, though the effects of this ripple were only felt by a small group of people across the globe, most of which were barely aware that their very concept of reality had changed at all.

Take one Darcie Griffith, for instance. On this particular day, this smart woman was busy studying to pass the bar exam that would finally allow her to start practicing law. Darcie had spent years working her way through law school, with dreams of becoming an appointed judge one day.

As she scanned through her law textbook, she was unaware as a Ripple passed over her. It only lasted a fraction of a second, but by the time it was over Darcie and everything in her apartment had been changed. Not that Darcie was aware of any changes having taken place.

Now, the once aspiring lawyer giggled to herself as she sat on a playmat on the floor, doodling silly drawings with coloured markers onto pieces of paper on the floor. The v-neck sweater she had been wearing before had changed a plaid t-shirt, one that did nothing to hide the thick diaper that had replaced her panties and jeans.

Sitting up, Darcie glanced down at her diaper, seemingly deep in through for a moment before she picked up one of the markers and drew a line across her diaper with it. She giggled as she grabbed more of her markers and drew more coloured lines across her diaper. Now her plain old white diaper looked far more colourful, and not the slight shade of yellow on the front that gave away her little accident earlier.

Not that Darcie cared about things like that anymore, sticking one of the markers up her nose as she continued to doodle and draw. She was an artist afterall, and she wanted make sure she had plenty of pretty drawings to show her boyfriend when he came over later. He’d be so proud of her! Maybe he’d even bounce her up and down on his knee like he knew she liked!

And thus, another life had been altered by this Ripple as it continued to pass through the delicate fabric of reality, making even more changes in its wake.

Collecting Her Collateral

“No, please! Just give me another chance! I can win it all back, I promise!”

Morgana smiled as she gazed down at the poor and broken man grovelling before her, the red haired and voluptuous woman towering over him like some kind of goddess in her sparkling violet dress. She might as well have been a goddess made flesh considering they were both in her casino, her domain.

This man, his name mattered little to her, was yet another in a long, long line of people she had seen in her casino before who thought they could very easily gamble their way into easy life, all it would take was one lucky spin and they’d be walking the easy street in no time. Very few of them, sadly, ever realized the hard truth that such a goal was often self-defeating, as even if they did happen to win a big score with one lucky play then inevitably they’d just waste it all away again chasing the chance at an even bigger payout.

His dishevelled clothes and lack of any personal grooming efforts painted a story that she could spot from a mile away: down on his luck, probably “borrowed” money from pretty much everyone he had ever known in his life already with the promise of paying it back just to watch it all go down the drain, the kind of soul that wouldn’t raise much suspicion if he were to mysterious disappear one day without a trace.

Perfect.

This was always one of her favourite parts, the moment when they inevitably lost it all and resorted to begging and pleading for her to give them one more spin, one more chance to win everything back with interest. The gambling obsessed were always such easy marks too, all it took was to dangle a little money in front of their noses and they were more than happy to sign their life away in exchange for one more shot at the roulette.

Reward them with a few easy wins in the beginning and suddenly they all think they’re invincible, that they’ll soon be swimming in money like that one cartoon duck. Not once did they ever suspect that those first wins had all been rigged in their favour, and that eventually it would all crumble around them once more as they sunk deeper and deeper into a pit of inescapable debt.

Standing up from her chair, Morgana kneeled down before the still grovelling man and placed her hand upon his lowered head. “Aww, you poor, poor thing… All you want is one more go, is that right?”

Keeping his head lowered, the man could only utter out a weak, “P…please?”

Morgana’s smile shifted from soothing to sinister in the blink of an eye. “Sorry, but there won’t be any more chances for you. Remember the contract you signed, hmm?”

“Uhhh… Yes?” He replied, not willing to admit that he hadn’t read the contract at all before signing his name on the bottom line. They never read the contract after-all, a fact that played right into Morgana’s hand.

“Then you know that happens next, right?” Reaching into the breast pocket of her dress, Morgana pulled out a small object and clutched it tightly in her hand. “Time for me to collect on my collateral.”

“Col-Collateral?”

“That’s right. Which means… you’re all mine now.”

“W-Wha-MMPPH!?”

Before the man could so much as resist, Morgana had used her other hand to tilt his head up so it was facing her before popping the object into his mouth. His eyes went wide as he looked down at the thing now stuffed into his mouth, staring down at the large pacifier now filling his mouth. Amidst his confusion, every part of him cried out for him to rip it out of his mouth right away.

Except… he couldn’t. No matter how much he tried to, his body remained frozen in place by some kind of unknown force, unable to move so much as an inch to try and fight back. All he could do was suck away on the pacifier and stare terrified up at Morgana as she loomed over him and laughed.

“Ahhh, men like you are so gullible it’s almost not fun anymore! Almost...” she said as she leaned down and booped him right on the nose before pinching his cheek and cooing down at the helpless man. “Now you’ll see what happens when you sign a binding contract with a witch like me.”

A… a witch!? The man likely didn’t want to believe something so ludicrous, but the fact that he was still bound by some kind of mystical force was making it a bit easier to swallow. Even more so when Morgana reached down and picked him up in her arms like he weighed nothing at all. Was she just this strong, or was her magic affecting him more than he knew?

No matter how much he wanted to fight back, his body remained completely docile as he was carried into another room. The sight of a massive nursery made his heart rate spike, especially when he noticed that everything from the crib, to the changing table, to especially the diapers were all much, much too big for any normal baby.

But were more than big enough for a full grown adult like himself.

As he was laid down onto the changing table, he could do nothing suck on his pacifier and watch as Morgana reached down and pulled out a pair of scissors from beneath the table. Starting with his shirt, she delicately worked to cut him out of his clothes one by one. Once his shirt had been reduced to little more than shreds of fabric, she went to work on his pants. Tossing his shoes aside, she wasted little time in stripping him of his socks as well, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, which she had purposely saved for last.

“Tsk, so thin. Good thing you’ll be wearing something a lot thicker from now on…” Licking her lips like a predator towering over its next meal, she slipped the scissors into the waistband of the man’s boxers and began to cut and slice, being extra careful as to avoid his genitals with the skill of someone who had done this same thing more than once in her life. Before long, the shredded remains of his underwear fell away from his body and were quickly tossed aside to join the rest of his ruined clothes.

Now that he was completely naked, Morgana bent down and began to loudly sort through the various diapers in display, making idle comments like “This one would mean less changes,” and “But this one would make him look so cute,” that made her hostage sweat in fear at what awaited him.

Eventually she had made up her mind, standing back up with what appeared to be a perfectly scaled up version of an infant’s diaper, childish prints of cartoon characters like Elmo and Barney clearly visible as she slowly unfolded the diaper in her hands, making sure it crinkled as loudly as possible the whole time. Once she had it fully unfurled, she grabbed the man’s legs and easily lifted him up enough to slide the diaper underneath him before lowering him back down onto the diaper, his butt sinking into the thick padding of the diaper.

As she reached out a hand towards the diaper, she suddenly gasped and drew her hand back. “Oh, how could I forget! Silly me, there’s something else I need to take care of before my new baby can be changed into his first diaper!” Extending out a finger and aiming it directly at his genitals, a burst of light shot out of her finger and struck the man’s body, causing every last pubic hair he had to simply vanish. The spell then travelled up his whole body, making his skin tingle as just about every bit of body hair ceased to exist save for a very thin layer atop his head, leaving the man almost as smooth as the day he was born.

“Hmmm… It still needs something…” Morgana teased, tapping her finger against her cheek to give the illusion that she was thinking hard about something. “Since you love testing your luck so much, why don’t we play one more game of chance?” Snapping her fingers, a small wheel segmented into coloured sections appeared floating in the air, each one with a word that spelled out only further humiliation for the helpless man such as “Chastity”, “Shrink”, “Enlarge” and many more, each one just as bad as the last.

Smiling devilishly, Morgana snapped her fingers against and made the wheel start to spin at a breakneck speed, the swirling colours blending together into an almost hypnotic display as the man could only look on in terrifying anticipation as the wheel continued to spin in order to decide his fate.

Slowly but surely, the wheel began to slow down, the pointer at the top clicking loudly as each section passed by one after another, each time slower than the last. Eventually the wheel finally came to a halt, the chosen section lighting up as his fate was finally decided for him: “ALWAYS HARD”.

“Oooh!” Morgana squealed with glee as she clapped her hands with excitement. “You got one of my favourites! Lucky you!” With another point of her finger, a shot of magic struck the man’s penis head on, causing a jolt to shoot up his spine as his member immediately stood fully erect and throbbed with a sensation like nothing the man had ever felt before. He began to pant behind his pacifier, barely able to focus as a cloud of baby powder was dusted onto his crotch and the front of the diaper was pulled up, pressing his still throbbing erecting up against his skin as the loud ripping of the tapes reached his ears as Morgana took great pleasure in taping him into his first diaper.

“There, all done!” Morgana cooed as she patted the front of the man’s diaper. If he could move, she had no doubt he would already be squirming and thrusting hard against his diapers, begging for the release he so desired. And some day she might be generous enough to let him have it, but for now she was perfectly content to leave him like this for now. Picking him up again, she carried her latest baby over to the crib and laid him down before snapping her fingers once more and causing a TV screen to materialize above him, his head perfectly positioned so he could easily see it. Not that he could look away even if he wanted to anyway…

“Time for you to get a glimpse into the future that awaits you, my dear little one…” Her smile only widened as the TV sparked to life, whimsical music filling the air as a colourful title screen like one from a children’s shoe flashed across the screen. But this was no show meant for children, as what appeared next were images and videos of men in much the same predicament as this one, each one of them thickly diapered and sucking away on a pacifier. The only difference being that all of them were Morgana’s previous marks and every single one of them had long been broken into little more than oversized babies.

Images of several of these unfortunate individuals happily playing with blocks and rattles appeared on screen, staying just long enough for the man’s brain to register it was even there before being swiftly replaced with one of a man with his diapered rear masterfully framed by the camera as he grunted loudly and deposited a thick load into the seat of his now sagging diaper, sighing with relief as he sat back down and squished the contents of his diaper against his bottom.

Another flash and the image changed to several in quick succession of men lying back onto changing tables as they all had their heavily used diapers changed by an unseen caretaker standing just out of frame. That one was soon replaced by another showing a man in nothing but a t-shirt and diaper laying flat on his back in a crib as he slept, his thumb stuck in his mouth to replace his pacifier. After a moment, the camera zoomed right up onto the man’s diaper as a light hissing sound was picked up by the camera’s microphone, the front of his previously white diaper turning yellow as he unknowingly wet himself in his sleep.

What appeared on screen next were a group of these same men all panting heavily as they humped and rubbed their diapered crotches against whatever they could find within reach. Plushes, pillows,, the floor, it mattered little to these broken men as they desperately tried to pleasure themselves through their diapers, all of them with dopey smiles plastered across their faces.

All of these and countless more cycled one after another across the screen, each one slowly but surely embedding themselves into the man’s pleasure addled brain bit by bit. This subliminal messaging program had worked wonders on every man who now starred in that very video, and it wouldn’t be long before this one joined them as well.

Humming to herself, Morgana reached down and patted the front of the man’s diaper, making sure to put a little extra pressure onto the tent straining against the front of his diaper as she did so. Once he was done with his “orientation”, she would have him shipped off to her nursery complex to join his fellow babies as they did nothing but played and used their diapers like the good little babies they were. By then she wouldn’t even need the pacifier to control them anymore, replacing it with a normal one that still only reinforced their new behaviour.

At least now when they woke up in a puddle of their own piss there would be a loving caretaker nearby waiting to change them into a fresh diaper before breakfast. And before lunch and dinner. And the other 4-5 times a day they needed their diapers changed, they didn’t care, really.

But for now, Morgana silently slipped out the nursery to return to her office. She had a casino to run, after-all.

The Wishing Box

Life sucked.

That was all Nicole could think about as she stood behind the counter at her crappy paying job that just barely paid enough to keep her from going hungry. Between her student debt and rising inflation, Nicole was firmly stuck in a hole that was only getting deeper and deeper by the day.

Still, she smiled a little as an old lady stepped up to the counter, a regular of the store named Claudia who always made Nicole feel a little better, even on her worst days. However, that happiness was shortlived as Nicole remembered that Claudia was moving today, and this would likely be the last time she ever saw her.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Claudia asked as Nicole rung up her items, noticing the sad look in the girl’s eyes.

“I… I’m going to miss you,” Nicole replied, just barely keeping from bursting into tears.

“Me too…” Claudia replied, reaching up and gently clasping Nicole’s hand. “You’ve been such an angel to me all these years that I wanted to give you a little present, something to remember me by.” Reaching into her purse, Claudia pulled out something and handed it to Nicole.

Nicole’s eyes widened at the tiny box nestled in her hand, beautifully decorated with care. “It’s lovely.”

“It’s called a Wishing Box, an old tradition from my mother’s time. She would tell me stories that if you put a piece of paper with a wish inside and placed it under your pillow, your wish would come true the next day. I thought that someone as sweet as you could use a little magic in her life.”

Nicole thanked Claudia, even hugging her one last time before the old woman gathered up her purcases and exited the store one last time. All through the rest of her shift, Nicole couldn’t stop thinking about the Wishing Box she’d been given…

Later that night, Nicole stared at the Wishing Box now sitting on her desk. She was far too old to believe in something as silly as magic, but the way Claudia had talked about had sparked a hint of curiosity in her, enough to actually give the box a try.

Her first thought was to wish for money, so much money that she would never need to work a day in her life, but that seemed like such a selfish wish for something that Claudia had so lovingly handmade for her. After much thought, she fianlly decided on what she would wish for.

“I wish for a better, happier life,” she wrote on a small slip of paper before placing it into the Wishing Box. Cradling the box in her hands, she slipped it under her pillow before laying her head down and drifiting off to sleep, dreams of a better life drifting through her head.

When morning finally came, Nicole was awoken not by the loud blaring of her alarm clock, but by a stray beam of sunlight streaming through her window. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Nicole groggily sat up, her still half asleep mind wondering if her wish ahd come true.

However, everything was exactly how she remembered it. The walls of her room were still decorated with adorable prints of rainbows and colourful animals, her toy chest was still in the corner, and her changing table was still were it was supposed to be. Standing up on shaky legs in her crib, Nicole looked herself over and was disappointed to find that she was still wearing the same pink nightie she had worn to bed the night before, and a quick squeeze of her nighttime diaper showed that she had wet herself, just as she did every night.

And yet, Nicole inexplicably felt happier than when she had gone to sleep and she couldn’t put her finger on why. Maybe the Wishing Box had worked afterall?

She was interrupted by the sound of the door to her nursery opening as Mommy poked her head inside the room, smiling at the sight of Nicole standing up in her crib. “My my, someone’s excited for today, huh?”

“Mommy!” Nicole happily cooed as she was gently picked up and carried over to the changing table and placed down onto its padded surface. As Mommy carefully undid the tapes to her soaked nighttime diaper, Nicole’s mind swam with excitement at all the fun things Mommy and her were going to do today.

Once she was changed into her much cuter daytime diaper, she would be carried down to the kitchen for a filling breakfast topped off with her morning bottle, fed to her by Mommy in her rocking chair just as she liked. After her belly was full of warm milk, the pair would then spend sometime giggling at cartoons on tv. Nicole would likely need another diaper change before lunch, but that just meant that afterwards Mommy was going to take her to the park, just like she’d promised!

Nicole giggled and cooed as Mommy tickled her exposed belly, her previous thoughts of the Wishing Box trickling to the back of her mind. Unbeknowst to Nicole, the Wishing Box had granted her wish, transporting her to a world where she was little more than a big baby to be cared for by her Mommy. No longer would she have to worry about things like working a dead end job or wondering if she would be able to make ends meat that month. No, the worst thing Nicole had to worry about now was needing her diaper changed before she leaked.

One day Nicole might decide to “grow up” again, but until then she would have nothing less than a better, happier life, just like she had wished for.