"What's wrong stinky girl? You don't like it?" Matilda said with a smile.

Rebecca merely pointed at it, with a hand over her mouth. "Wha... what is that?"

"Oh you can't tell? Silly baby, that's your Halloween costume!"

"YOU CANT MAKE ME WEAR THAT!" Rebecca shouted.

It wasn't a Halloween costume. She had seen the Halloween costume equivalent. They were cheap, tacky, and nothing like what she saw. This was something different, something far more vicious.

On her bed was the most embarrassing thing Rebecca had seen, and that was after a long string of humiliations under Matilda and her cronies. It was all lain out for her to see. At the bottom was a diaper. However, it was nothing like the ones she had worn, bad enough those wore. Instead of plain white, it was purple on the sides, with colorful hearts, stars and flowers all over it. As if to drive the point home that this was not just an adult diaper but an adult sized baby diaper, it had one thick tape on either side, instead of the regular four. Unlikely everything she had worn before, it seemed to trade practicality for looking as childish as possible.

Laid out on top of it was a onesie, exactly like what a baby would wear but sized for an adult. It was white and pale, baby blue, with cartoon dogs and foxes, themselves wearing diapers, drawn all over it. Next to it was an oversized pink pacifier with a ribbon, and above that, two large, red, hair bows. Below the diaper, there was white and pink stripped stockings, ending in frilled tops. Worse yet, a pair of baby bottles and a teddy bear served as props, lying beside the costume.

Matilda stepped directly in front of Rebecca and looked her in the eye. "Oh no?" She raised an eyebrow and took out her phone. "I can't? It seems I can do whatever I want stinky pants, or you can spend the next week explaining your little accident to the entire campus."

Rebecca gulped. She took a step back, and Matilda stepped forward again.

"Think of it this way. Either you go to the Halloween party in my cute little baby costume and diapers I picked for you and everyone things you made an adorable choice, or they all see the diapers you wear every day and realize your problem. Its your choice."

"I ummm..."

Matilda took her moment of confusion to reach over and pull her skirt down, revealing her packed, soiled diaper, and let the cloth drop to the ground. Rebecca whimpered and nodded.

"What's that baby girl? You're giving up? You realize that I'm right and smarter and can make you do whatever you want? You realize your going to go to the party dressed as a baby no matter what you say?"

Rebecca nodded.

"Good baby." She held up the printed diaper. "Now, we've already spent to much time with you stinking up my bedroom. You are going to lie down and let me change you into this baby diaper then take that dirty thing outside, or you can get out and walk through the hall as you are. Your choice."

Rebecca whimpered again, and hated how it added to the position she was being forced into. "Can't you just let me shower?" she asked, grasping at straws. "You've let me do it befo..."

Matilda shook her head. "No. I'm sick of you arguing and I think its time for you to learn whose really in charge. If you had been a good baby and agreed to the costume I was nice enough to buy for you, then you could showery because you accepted that your a baby. Instead, I'll be changing you and treating you as my baby all night, and you better play the role or everyone will find out WHY I can make you dress like this. Get used to it and lie down."

Rebecca sighed and lay down on the bed. Matilda rubbed a hand over her diaper, settling on the massive, brown lump, which she patted. "Whooee stinky girl! You really did a number on your diaper, didn't you?

"Yes ma'am," she said. She closed her eyes as Matilda untapped her. She felt the front panel open, and the smell hit her.

"Oh god," she said, covering her nose with both hands. "Its disgusting!"

Matilda snickered and wrinkled her nose. "It is poopy pants. It really is disgusting that you did this. What a baby."

"Ohhh" came the only reply, as Rebecca found herself to humiliated to talk. She wished she could avoid looking, but ended up watching through her fingers with one eye open.

Rebecca could tell from Matilda's face that she found it disgusting as well. However, her enjoyment of Rebecca's embaressment overoad it, and she watched as the tall blond snickered and joked as she wiped her down.

"What a widdle baby! I really can't believe you did this. I mean, wetting yourself was one thing, but doing THIS? MESSING? Right in class too, and without anyone making you. You really are a baby."

Rebecca groaned and shook her head, but the bully smacked her thigh. "Hey? You really are a baby? Say it. Say it properly."

"I really am a baby ma'am."

"Good baby. I'm changing your diaper, the least you could do is treat me with a bit of respect."

There was a good reason why the bullies had initially given up on demanding she mess and changing her. Changing a full grown adult's messy diaper was no easy, or fast, task. The humiliatingly ordeal seemed to stretch on for hours as Matilda wiped her again and again. Finally, she dropped the evidence into a plastic bag and rubbed her hands with hand santizer, then picked up the fresh, printed diaper.

Rebecca groaned again. She had almost forgotten this part.

"Alright. Now its time to transform my regular own stinky pants- diaper girl into a real adult baby. Lift your bum up!"

"Please don't," Rebecca begged, but obeyed the instructions.

Matilda unfolded the diaper, clearly taking pleasure in her victim's expression. She lay it down, and pushed Rebecca's hips onto it, then tapped it snugly on. Next she pulled the socks over her feet. Rebecca realized she planned to not only diaper her, but dress her completely like a baby.

"Ok widdle baby, stand up."

Rebecca obeyed, and stood with her shoulders slumped. "No whining now," Matilda said, put the pacifier in her mouth, and took her shirt off. She stood in front of the bully, naked except for a diaper, and suckling like a baby.

"Arms up!" Matilda commanded. Rebecca obeyed, and found the onesie being pulled over her head. She worked her way around the blushing girl, buttoning the back flap of her onesie. "Good baby. Now sit on my lap."

Rebecca sighed, and sat down. She felt Matilda's hands running through her hair, collecting it into bunches. She groaned a she realized what was happening. She felt the ribbons being tied on either side of her head, then felt pats on her bottom encouraging her to stand up. Finally, she handed Rebecca her teddy bear.

The transformation was complete, and she was manhandled to face the mirror. Rather then seeing the intelligent, grown woman she liked to think of herself was, she saw an overgrown baby, hair in pigtails with giant bows, pacifier suckled in her pouting mouth, a childish onesie and thick, printed diaper clearly underneath, all over childish stockings.

"Where... why did you even get this?"

Matilda smiled in reply. She leaned in close to Rebecca, one hand on her shoulder, the other patting her diapered behind. "It was all online, honestly not too hard to find. We were going to use one from a costume store, but it just didn't feel... REAL enough. We wanted you to be the baby you are, not just a girl in a baby costume."

Rebecca sighed. "Do I really have to do this?"

"Mhmm, I planned our costumes together" she smiled. "It will be so cute! I really can't wait."

A few hours later, Rebecca found herself once again waddling, being lead by the hand through the hallway, blushing even deeper then usual. To match her baby costume, Matilda was wearing a "50's mom" costume, with a yellow pattern skirt and apron, except that it was far shorter and skimpier then anyone from the era would ever have worn. The contrast was obvious. Sexy, mature Matilda, 'cute', childish Rebecca, a mommy and her baby, off to a party. In case it wasn't clear enough, Matilda even carried a diaper bag, with bottles filled with, powder, and spare diapers sticking out, left deliberately visible. For her part, Rebecca just had to hold her teddy bear, suckle her pacifier, and keep quiet until spoken to. Matilda had coached her on a few phrases to match her role, including asking for her teddy bear with grabby hands, begging 'wan buh buh,' or telling people she was "mommy's baby." Added to it, Matilda drank a cider from a can, while Rebecca's beer filled baby bottles might as well have been apple juice to anyone watching.

Rebecca's stomach was twisted in a know of dread. She kept reminding herself that she was going to a costume party where no one would think anything of what she was wearing, but it was hard to convince herself. Matilda handed her a baby bottle full of beer to suckle, but it did little to add dignity or maturity to the ensemble.

The hallways were filled with the sounds, sights, and smells of party. People in costumes staggered around, drinking beer and blasting music, and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. She wished she could say she fit in with her own costume and beer, but she still saw the glances and giggles her way. Most women tried to dress as provocatively as possible- the exact opposite of what she was doing. Her thick diapers and lose onesie were the polar opposite of the tight shorts she saw. If she wanted to blend in, then the last reaction she should go for is "awww so cute," but that was all she was getting. A Harley Quinn burst out laughing and shouted "That's adorable!" and her Joker chuckled, a group of pop star look-alikes pointed and whispered among themselves. She didn't even look to see who shouted "Can I change her" from behind, getting a chorus of laughs.

Matilda took her out the front door and into the cool night, where she could here parties from other dorms.

"Where are we going?" she asked, mumbling through her pacifier.

Matilda pated her hand. "Don't worry little one, just follow mommy and drink your bottle so your good and buzzed when we arrive."

Rebecca sighed and drank. She would have rolled her eyes, but in her humiliated state taking even that slight kind of stand was beyond her. Her experiences always made her think of different school rules, even the legal system. A thousand types of punishments would only encourage rebellion, a tiny bit of embaressment took the edge right out. Being able to roll her eyes took a level of confidence and smugness she didn't have when dressed like an overgrown infant.

"OH. MY. GOD. Is that her costume?!" The completely inane question come through the air in a high, lilting voice. In Rebecca's mind, something so stupid could only have come from...

"Hi you guys!" Matilda said to her friends. Erica, Vanessa and Samantha were all smiling and gawking at her, and they hugged each other. The girls then turned their attention toward Rebecca, who blushed and hung her head.

"Where did you even get that? Its SOOO CUTE!" Vanessa said.

"Its so perfect for her! Suits her perfectly," Erica added. "Don't you think so baby girl?

Rebecca nodded slowly, getting more laughter.

A black van pulled up, which Rebecca reasoned was an uber. They got in, and the dark haired, bearded driver with an intense smell of cologne chuckled. "Cute costumes," he said. "You two a pair?"

"Yep! She's my baby, and I'll be taking care of her tonight."

"All right," he laughed and turned the wheel.

Rebecca concentrated on her bottle. She didn't bother looking out the window, she really didn't have any way to change the result. She had been told they were going to a party, and she guess it was at another one of the frat houses around the campus Matilda and her friends liked to visit.

A few minutes later, she was proven right when she got out of the uber in front of a large, three story stone house full of the sounds shouting and "Ghostbusters" blasting into the night.

"Uggh," she said as they approached. Another drunken party full of dumb frat boys and sorority girls fighting to get the other's attention with the one thing they had going for them. Girls making up for a lack of personality with a lack of clothing, guys using big muscles to compensate for small...

"Hey! We're here!" Matilda screamed at the house, and someone responded with "Whoo!" from inside.

They entered the house, and it was much as Rebecca expected. The building itself was old, with hard wood floors and walls. Years of college student abuse had taken its toll on them, and there were dents and marks everywhere, and most of the furniture was cheap and worn.

The entire building was packed. Each room had a different group- one dancing, another laughing and playing a card game, another standing around chatting, a third relaxing on couches and smoking something that probably wasn't cigarettes. They worked their way through each room, Matilda waving and smiling and people who returned the friendliness, Rebecca trying to do the same at people who coo'd and awed at her costume.

They walked into the kitchen. Bottles were laid on on a counter beside a keg, and people lined up to make drinks.

"Hey Matilda!" a brown haired girl dressed as a cat said. "Nice costume..." as she saw Rebecca, she gasped and her hands went to her mouth. "Oh. My. God. You're soooo cute! Where did you get that costume!?"

Rebecca hoped Matilda would answer, but instead she looked at Rebecca with an expecting smile. "Uhhhh... online costume store," she said finally.

A few other's noticed and gathered around with gasps and coos. Rebecca blushed as a circle formed around them, each one gawking at the adorable "baby" and her mature, attractive looking "mommy."

"That is such a cute idea!" the brunette said. "You two are such good friends to pull it off."

Matilda laughed. "Yes of course! She's my bestie baby!" she smacked Rebecca on the bottom and pulled her in.

A boy in a wig and maid's dress leaned over in his chair. He slurred his speech as he pointed at her onesie. "Is that a cu... an actual diaper?" he asked, pointing toward it. "It even looks like its printed."

Matilda beamed toward him. "Yes, we searched everywhere and were going to go with these cheap store bought ones, but then we found the CUTEST adult diapers online. You want to show them sweetie?"

Rebecca cringed inside but forced a smile. They had gone over the correct response here. "Yes, mommy," she said, eliciting more awws from the audience. She reached down and undid the bottom of her onesie.

The reaction to her purple printed diapers was even worse. Rebecca smiled and nodded through dozens of comments as Matilda laughed triumphantly and patted her bottom. When they all settled down, Matilda filled Rebecca's baby bottles with beer and handed her one. She poured herself a mixed drink, then led Rebecca by the hand into a living room full of people in costumes sitting on couches. A few people noticed them and waved. "Well it seems our costumes are a hit babykins, good job" she took a gulp of her drink. "Keep up the work and we might even win."

"I didn't know there was a competition," Rebecca said dryly.

So that was part of her game. Get everyone gushing over her "adorable" costume, and eventually they'll both stand in front of the entire party as they vote on the costumes.

"Yep! Keep playing your role well and we'll win too." Now, for the fun part," she pointed toward the far corner of the room. There sat a pair of boys in matching 'where's waldo" costumes, with sleeves cut short to show off bulging muscles.

Rebecca immediately knew what was going on. They were exactly Matilda's type- strong, athletic, dark haired, all virtually identical. They might even have met them before, Rebecca had lost track of the guys Matilda had hit on with her, they all blended together.

The bully leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Alright. That one is Eric, who plays center on the hockey team. The guy next to him is Mark, his wingman. They are our hookup for the night they'll be expecting us."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. Yes, she had guessed it.

"I'm going to go up and sit next to Eric. That means YOU have to distract Mark. So, he's going to be your daddy for the night. Walk right up, sit in his lap like a a good baby, call him daddy and ask nicely if he'll feed you your buh-buh, look him in the eye and suck on it the "right" way. You know what that means?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yeah, I get it."

"Good. He'll be into it because he'll think its cute, and because it means I get to be with Eric. If you play your role well, pretend to be interested and give him what he wants, then it will go well for me too and I'll be happy tomorrow. If not, and they find out the real reason you're in diapers. Got it?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yes mommy," she said.

"Good baby. Who knows? Do well enough here and we might even leave you alone a bit."

Her eyes went wide.

"Now get to it diaper girl," she smacked her bottom to start her on her way, and they both walked over. Rebecca realized she was walking slowly to avoid slowly to avoid what was coming up, and tried to move faster. The boys noticed them approaching, and Mark looked at her right in the eye as she did. She looked at him and tried a seductive smile, then realized how ridiculous it was to try it when there was a pacifier in her mouth. He returned it by widening his eye in amusement.

Did she actually mean that? Play this role, flirt a bit with Eric's wing man, and they'll leave her alone? She didn't know if she believed it or not.

She sat right down in his lap and put an arm around his shoulder. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hello baby girl. Can I help you?" he asked.

Rebecca felt like she was about to die inside, but kept pushing through. They had gone over how she was supposed to talk, and with Matilda right there and getting drunker by the minute, she didn't want to give her an excuse to push more then was. "Mhhhm," she said in her best 'cutesy" voice. "Hewwo daddy, want to feed my my buh-buh."

If everyone in the room had died at that instant, including herself, she would have been fine with it.

He chuckled and took the bottle. "Cute. Sure, I'll feed you your buh-buh baby girl."

He took the bottle and wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. She settled deeper into his lap then leaned back into his arm, doing her best impression of a baby being cuddled in her parent's arms. He put the bottle to her lips. She looked him in the eye, pursed her lips and began sucking.

The cool, bubbly beer hit the back of her throat, and almost wanted to gag. She was never a fan of beer, and only drank it to be social, but she had drank it more and more often since coming under the reign of her bullies. She put on the best show she could as Matilda wanted, and figured it was obvious what she was implying.

Her "daddy" seemed to take the hint and laughed. Once again, Rebecca wished the moment would just end.

A figure appeared in the doorway in front of her, then approached. It was a girl with long black hair dressed as a witch. She had a tall black conical hat, short sleeved and short skirted black dress, spider web stockings and held a broom. She looked down at Rebecca, winked at her, then reached over and ruffled her hair. Rebecca blushed, and the girl walked away.

The bottle was soon finished, and Mark pulled her back up toward him, then patted her back as if burping her, playing the role. As he did, Rebecca felt, and heard, a loud fart escape into her diaper. She gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

Mark laughed and patted her back. "Thats ok sweetie, I'd expect it from a baby. It is a good thing you are in those diapers though, isn't it?"

She smiled awkwardly. "Yes daddy. Very good."

More then anything she wanted a way out. Mark was WAY to sober and attentive for her to get away with the same things she did with the other drunken hook ups, and he seemed way too into his role. Dressing as a baby was one thing, spending the entire night being treated as one another.

Still, she had to keep playing. She looked over to Matilda, who was getting felt up by her match. They began kissing and making out on the couch. Realistically it might not be that much longer.

Mark saw where she was looking and smiled at her. "Well, your mommy's having fun. We can to if you want."

She made herself giggle. "Yes daddy."

"You know, this is such a cute costume idea. It looks so good on you too."

"Thanks daddy, I like your costume too."

"Would you want to..."

The words were lost on her as she felt his hands move around her, grabbing her bottom. She made herself smile back as she felt her diapered bottom get prodded. He clearly liked what she was wearing, and was pressing the padding right into her...

She gasped. That wasn't just his hands pressing her diaper into her. She felt the padding around her get warm and damp, then expand, and realized she was wetting herself.

She went into a small panic. Wetting was fine, she had done it countless times and was used to it. However, normally that was with a much thicker diaper, much better covered, and without a roomful of eyes to see or a boy's lap and hands to feel it.

She looked back at Matilda. They were still grabbing at each other, and she imagined they were just waiting for a room to open up.

She tried to act normal and pay attention to Mark. However, the stream pouring into her diaper wouldn't stop. She cursed herself and wondered how that beer could have gone through her so quickly. If it kept up, she could have a real problem. She doubted her diaper could hold much more.

"Umm one second daddy. I need to, uhh... go to the bathroom."

He looked down at her diaper and patted her. "It looks to me like your all set," he laughed.

She made herself laugh too and stood up. "I'll be just one second." She ran, or more waddled, away and up a flight of stairs.

After some searching she found what she was looking for. A large, quiet bathroom, on the second floor away from the crowd. She walked in, closed and locked the door, and sighed.

She undid her onesie and examined her diaper in the mirror. There was no hiding what she had done. It was soaked, stained yellow and twice its normal size. If she went down with this on, it wouldn't be too long before someone noticed. If she tried sitting down again... she shuddered, thinking about trying to explain herself after her diaper leaked onto Mark's pants.

She considered her options. She could run to Matilda and try to beg for a change. However... that would mean going back through the entire house and having to explain to Mark that she was leaving again a second later. She didn't know how she could subtly ask for a change with everyone around her, and Matilda was drunk enough that she might say it outload anyway. Even if she agreed, then what? Walk through the house with a spare diaper in her hand and come back only wearing one? Or perhaps get lead by Matilda into a bathroom, diaper bag in tow, then hope no one guessed she was being changed? All after telling people she was going to the bathroom?

She couldn't just throw it out and return without a diaper. Matilda would instantly notice, as would anyone who was paying attention. Plus... what would she do with the soggy diaper? She looked at the open, uncovered diaper pail. She couldn't leave it there, everyone had seen her wearing it. She couldn't take it through the house, people would notice.

Much as she hated it, her best bet might be to try to call Matilda, ask her to come to the bathroom, and just hope she's nice about it. She scoffed. Since when was Matilda nice about anything? Still, it may be her best bet. She reached into her pocket...

And remembered that she didn't have them, and her cell phone was sealed away in her "mommy's" diaper bag, as babies didn't need to worry about such things.

She hung her head and almost sobbed. That left two options. Running away, which would mean the bullies posting her pictures, and having to wait outside in a soggy diaper until they came back with her building keys anyway. The other was to squeeze the wetness out of the diaper and hope for the best, which was disgusting. She sighed, gagged and put a hand to her stomach as it turned in disgust, then walked toward the toilet.

"You don't need to do that you know," a voice said.

Rebecca gasped and turned toward the sound. The witch girl from earlier was standing in the bathroom, arms folded, smiling condescendingly and watching her.

"How... how did you get in here?" Rebecca said as she reached to her onesie and tried to cover the soggy diaper.

The girl walked toward her and brushed her hands away, and she was too shocked to fight. "I'm a witch silly. Here, let me see the damage. That's a good baby."

Rebecca backed away again and tried to cover it. "No, don't, and I mean really how did you..."

"And I told you to let me see and that I got in because I'm a witch. Now let me see that diaper, its far from the first soggy diaper on an adult baby I've seen."

"No, get..."

She was about to say "out," when the pacifier she had dropped earlier reappeared in her mouth and expanded so she couldn't speak. Her arms went up to her head on their own accord, and her onesie opened.

"I told you I'm a witch, babykins. Its not a good idea to argue with witches, especially ones that might help you, soggy pants." She knelt down and examined her underwear. She ran a hand under it and pressed it, then giggled. "Yep, you really did a number on your diapers. That's quite the accident!"

Rebecca finally managed to spit out the pacifier again. "How... how did you..."

"Still not getting it? I'm a witch, and I'm here to help you."

Rebecca's mind spun. This really couldn't be happening. The practical part of her mind told her magic didn't exist, and yet here she was.

"Wait," she said. "I know you! I've seen you a few times. You're always winking at me! You were there when... when..."

"When Matilda first noticed you were a diaper girl? Yes, I remember. I was also at that party just before you messed your diapers in front of half the school. And yes, I know that's what happened, I'm a witch. So?"

"So..." Rebecca's mind spun. At first she thought there was a point, but it faded into fog. "So, what are you, uhh... going to do?"

She smiled. "Good baby. Coming along nicely. You really are a clever little girl, you know that?"

Rebecca blushed, hating herself for liking the complement. After all the embarrassing moments, it was nice to have something to be proud of.

"I'm going to help you with your bully problem, babykins."

"YOu are? Why?"

"Why? Maybe I identify with you." She lifted up her skirt and Rebecca gasped as she saw a thick, white diaper. "Always a bit embarrassing. Sometimes it feels so childish." She snapped her finger, and the diaper turned into a printed one like Rebecca wore.

"How did you...?"

"I'm a witch, silly babykins. Still learning?" She snapped a finger, and Rebecca gasped as her witch costume turned into a Japanese style school girl dress, something Rebecca would have expected from cosplay. She gasped again when she realized her clothes had made the same change, and they were both in matching costumes. "I know its hard to learn, I myself can feel like such a dunce." She snapped a finger again, and her witch hat turned into a dunce cap.

The witch laughed. "Getting it now, babykins? Or do you need one too?"

"No no alright I get it!" Rebecca said as a dunce cap appeared on her head.

"Good," She snapped her fingers, and her costume turned back into the witches' hat and dress, and Rebecca's returned to the baby onesie. Rebecca looked down to where the witch still held her skirt up to show her diaper, then she snapped her finger, and it became regular underwear. She let the skirt drop. "Of course, I have more control, so I don't actually need to wear them. I just wanted to see your face, and let you think you weren't alone for a second."

Rebecca nodded. None of it made sense, but she decided to go along with what she saw. "Alright, so what do you want from me?"

"As I said babykins, I have a problem with bullies. Those three girls picking on you for a disability just isn't right in my books. So, I'm going to help you. First of all..."

The witch held up a hand, snapped her fingers, and a fresh diaper, identical to the one Rebecca wore but dry, appeared.

"Oh my god! Please yes, that's so wonderful!" She was elated. At her worst moment, a solution to her problem unexpectedly came.

The witch chuckled. "Well thank you babykins. Now, lie down. It's time for a diapie change, potty pants."

Rebecca looked at her. "Can I, ummm.. Can I do it?"

The witch shook her head. "No, it has to be me."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "Reasons. Magic reasons beyond none magic understanding."

"Well I... i don't know..."

The witch glared at her. "Really? Then you can go and ask Matilda to change your pampers. Oh, and by the way, she's drunk and wants to make a game out of changing you in front of the party. Would you rather that?"

Rebecca shook her head. That sounded horrible.

"Good. Then lie down and ask me nicely to change you. Frankly if I'm helping you the LEAST you could do is obey me. If I say I'm going to change your diaper, I'm going to change your diaper. Got it?"

Rebecca cringed. The witch was starting to sound almost like her bullies. Still, it was better then the alternative. She obeyed and lay down on the ground. "Please change my pampers, miss witch." She hated using the word "pampers" to describe them, it was a thought she never wanted applied to her underwear, but she didn't want to push it any more then she already had.

"Good babykins," the witch said. She knelt down.

"Can you at least stop calling me that?" Rebecca asked, blushing. She appreciated the girl was going to help her with bullies, but she could begin by not talking to her the same way.

The self-proclaimed witch smiled. "I can. I can also call you what I want if i'm going to help you, babykins. I'm not doing it to be mean, I just think you are cute. So, do you want my help?"

Rebecca glared. She supposed it was a bit different- the witch was referring to the costume she had already been made to wear, rather then making her wear it. "Yes."

"Good babykins.

This was a routine Rebecca was now used to, and so, it seemed, was the witch. With expert deftness, she untapped the soggy diaper, wiped her down, powdered her, and had her diapered back up, smiling and humming. It went far faster then it ever had with the bullies, and she felt far fresher, and the diaper far more snug and comfortable. The witch finished by snapping her fingers, and pen marks appeared on the diaper to match the bully's "signature," then she snapped it again and the wet diaper disappeared.

"That's amazing!" How many problems would THAT little spell have helped?

"Good, thank you babykins. Now I'm not quite done with you yet," the witch continued. "I promised to help with your little bully problem, and I will. First thing first, we are going to even the playing field. If you agree, then all the picture's in the bullies' phones will "mysteriously," be locked so they won't be able to see them or send them anywhere.

"You can do that!?" Rebecca said, amazed.

She laughed. "Oh, I can do much more. I said I would even the playing field, and that isn't quite even yet. Matilda had power over you, I'm giving you power over her."

She held out a hand, and Rebecca felt a cold wave rush over her. "If you agree, you will have control over some of her... functions. Allow me to demonstrate."

She closed her hand, and Rebecca felt her bowels rumble and her bladder fill.

"What... what are you doing?" she put a hand to her back and squeezed tightly to stop from having another, much worse, problem.

"Showing you what I can do." She opened her hand, and the feeling stopped.

"Matilda made fun of you for not being able to control your bladder, and made you mess yourself. So, you will now be able to control all THEIR functions. You will be able to suddenly fill her bladder and bowels as much as you want. That will send her running to the closest toilet, and if you want you can keep adding more until she can't hold it. Or..." she squeezed her hand again.

Rebecca gasped as she suddenly started messing her diaper. She didn't feel anything inside her, but much rushed out of her and into the waiting plastic. She put her hands down to her bottom and squeezed her legs, trying her best to stop it, but to no avail. The smell hit her like a hammer, and she gagged.

The witch opened her hand again, and it stopped. "You can make her wet or mess herself whenever you want. What you do from there is up to you. Take pictures to blackmail her in return, keep her in diapers, or just make her have random accidents in public. Hell, if you plan it right, you could probably make her into your full time adult baby."

"Why would I want that?" Rebecca said in a broken voice. She was still doubled over and clutched at her stomach from the unexpected torrent.

The witch laughed. "Never mind." She waved her hand, and Rebecca felt her diaper contract. She looked down and was amazed to see it was suddenly clean.

"Tha... thank you." She said.

"You're welcome diaper girl."

"Wait... you changed me earlier."

"Yes, what about it babykins?"

"Why didn't you... didn't you..." There was a connection there. Rebecca searched for it, but found her mind full of fog, and the idea disappeared. She shook her head. "Never mind. What do you want in return? Why are you doing this all for me?"

The witch smiled and patted her cheek. "Silly baby. Don't ask stupid questions." She grabbed the pacifier that hung from Rebecca's shirt and put it in her mouth. "That's better. I'm doing this because I don't like seeing bullies be mean to adorable little babies. Ok? No talking with the paci, nod your head if yes."

Rebecca nodded.

"As for if I want anything in return... Lets just say I like taking care of little adult babies, so I get that in return. However, if I ever come by and ask something, I expect you to obey, alright?"

Rebecca nodded again.

"So, we have a deal?" she held out a hand to shake. Rebecca looked at it, then took it and shook. "Good girl. You'll get your powers over Matilda tomorrow. Until then, be a good baby for your mommy, obey her, sit in your new daddy's lap, and behave yourself. Oh, and a suggestion? Take it slowly. Rush it too much and it will be obvious something is up. Of course you're a smart baby, I'm sure you figured that out already."

Rebecca nodded. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind in fact, but if the witch thought she was smart enough to realize it she didn't want to give her a reason to think otherwise. In response, the witch smiled, brushed her hair back, then took her head in both hands and kissed her forehead. She laughed, snapped her fingers, and disappeared.

Rebecca stood in a gaze. She wondered what time it was. Part of her head told her the conversation must have taken a long time, but it felt like only a few minutes passed.

Someone knocked at the door. "Rebecca? Baby? Are you in there misbehaving?" Matilda said. The door swung open and Rebecca jumped- it seemed the lock was undone after all.

Matilda looked her up and down. She folded her arms. "What are you doing? Do you need a diaper change?" She looked down at her underwear and grabbed it.

"No I'm fine," Rebecca said. Or more, she tried to say. She found she couldn't speak with the pacifier. She tried to spit it out, and for a moment, it stayed in. Matilda watched her with an eyebrow raised. Finally she reached up and pulled it out of her lips.

"No, I'm fine. Just checking my make up Mommy."

"Make up? Since when do you..." she shook her head. "Whatever. Are you finished? Mark was wondering where you went."

"Of course. I'm sorry mommy, I'll be a good baby," Rebecca said. She smiled and walked past her, leaving Matilda to gawk at her back.

She knew the bully would be surprised by her sudden confidence in her 'role,' but with the knowledge of what was coming later, she was fine to play along. She'd be a perfect little baby, obey her mommy, sit on the boy's lap, flirt with him and and call him daddy, let mommy have her fun and play her games, and then...

And then it was her turn.