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The Seven Year Squish

The nursery was quiet and peaceful in the soft afternoon light.

She lay on her back in the crib, staring up at the gentle spinning mobile above her. The room smelled like baby powder and vanilla, the familiar comforting scent that always surrounded her now. She was supposed to be napping, but sleep refused to come.

It’s been so long since Daddy touched me like that, the way he used to kiss me hard, the way his hands would slide under my clothes and make me feel like a real woman… I miss it. I miss when he’d made me scream with pleasure. She thought, squirming restlessly under the blanket.

Her princess parts were tingling again, that warm, needy ache that had been building for weeks. Daddy still touched her constantly — lifting her into uppies and carrying her around the house like she weighed nothing, kissing her forehead, booping her on the nose, gently rubbing cream and powder between her legs during changes, blowing raspberries on her tummy until she giggled helplessly, cradling her close while she drank her nighttime baba. Those moments made her feel safe and loved, but lately they only made the other ache worse.

She glanced at the closed nursery door. Daddy had put her down for her afternoon nap almost an hour ago, but her body wouldn’t settle.

Her hand slipped under the blanket, pressing against the front of her thick, soggy diaper. The padding was warm and heavy from earlier leaks, and the loud crinkle echoed in the quiet room as she rubbed tentatively.

Just a little…Daddy won’t know. I’ll be quick and then I can nap like a good girl. She thought, cheeks already flushing.

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Stacy bent over at the waist, giving the dishwasher an extra scrub before she put it on. Always bending at the waist was one of Daddy's rules, and in another world that might have meant flashing a pair of sexy panties, or even her bare pussy. But that wasn't the life she had.

She let out a soft grunt, her posture stiffening as she pushed to fill her diaper. She kept scrubbing while she pooped her pants, trying not to draw attention to herself; she could hear Daddy moving around in the kitchen behind her, and she didn’t want to deal with his teasing comments. She might have waited for him to go back to his study, but she just couldn’t hold it any longer. She’d been trying to keep her Pampers clean all morning, and months of diaper discipline had done its job to erode her toilet training. She wasn't incontinent... yet. But she estimated she had about as much control as the average four-year-old when it came to keeping her pants clean and dry. A stream of pee soaked into the thirsty padding, joining the growing load in the seat, and for perhaps the hundredth time that day, Stacy desperately wished her boyfriend allowed her to use toilets.

Another grunt escaped her lips, despite her best efforts, and a deep, amused voice sounded from behind her. “Uh-oh..." Stacy felt her stomach sink. A hand cupped the seat of her nappy, even as it sagged lower between her legs. "Is my naughty little maid making a mess?” She could practically hear the sadistic grin on his face. “What a good girl you are,” her boyfriend cooed with sickening sweetness, "carrying on with your chores even while you make Daddy a present!”

Stacy scowled. Even if she’d wanted to take a break specifically to poop her pants, she didn’t have time! If she didn’t finish cleaning the kitchen and start preparing Daddy’s lunch soon, she’d find herself kicking and wailing over his knee. Although he loved to infantilise her as much as possible, Daddy didn’t let her laze about all day like a real baby. She was, in his words, "still a girl", and that meant doing "girl duties" like cooking and cleaning. Her pussy wettened, and she cursed herself. Why did she have to get off on this?! Why couldn't she just have been a normal girl with a normal boyfriend and normal sexual interests?

With a final grunt, she finished messing herself. Even though they were extra thick, she'd managed to fill her diaper to capacity; the tapes strained with the weight of her load as she straightened up, and Stacy felt even more conscious than usual of the poop packed against her derierre. “Daddy?” she began hesitantly. She knew it was futile, but the huge mess in her pants was so yucky that she couldn't help trying. “Please can I go change my diaper?” She didn't even care if it meant she got a spanking. She just wanted out of the horrid, smelly thing drooping between her thighs.

Her boyfriend smirked. "Of course not, silly baby. You know the rules. It's your responsibility to make sure everything in the house is clean, except your own pants. That's Daddy's job."

Stacy pouted. "Does Daddy feel like doing his job now?" she asked sulkily.

He laughed and swatted her thickly padded rear. “Not just yet, little girl. If that attitude is anything to go by, another hour or two in a stinky nappy will do you some good. Besides, you've still got your chores to finish! Better not dawdle..."

Stacy let out a whine, but she knew better than to complain. Her diapered butt belonged to Daddy, just like the rest of her, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. She knew it would please him to watch her mopping and scrubbing the floors and surfaces, making sure they were completely spotless, all while sporting a thoroughly dirty diaper. Huffing, she bent over and got back to work. Maybe if she was good, Daddy would change her after lunch...

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The nursery smelled of talcum powder and lavender, a scent so thick it seemed to cling to the walls, the furniture, even the air itself. Becca had stepped inside with her chin held high, her heart pounding like a drumline in her chest. She had worn her best, her thickest, most embarrassing, diaper under her sundress, the crinkle a secret symphony only she could hear. The other adults at the office had no idea. The thought of it, the thrill of it, had kept her up the night before, her fingers trembling as she packed her bag: a pacifier, a stuffed bunny, and a spare diaper, just in case.

Now, the playdate was over. The other littles had been taken home by their mommies and daddies, their giggles fading into the hallway like the echo of a dream. Becca had stayed behind, lingering near the changing table, her toes curling in her pink, frilly socks. The nursery was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards.

Mommy, tall, with a smile that could melt steel, leaned against the changing table, her apron crisp and white, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "You’ve been such a good girl today, Becca," she cooed, her voice dripping with honey. "But before you go, we need to get you freshened up. Lay down, silly girl."

Becca’s stomach twisted. She had planned for this, sort of. She had known, deep down, that the risk was part of the fun. But the reality of it the way the Mommy’s eyes sparkled with mischief, the way her fingers tapped against the changing table’s padded surface sent a shiver down her spine. "I...I will do it myself," she stammered, her voice smaller than she intended. She took a step back, her bare legs pressing against the cool wood of the table’s railing.

Mommy chuckled, low and knowing. "Oh, I don’t think so. Not after all that juice you had at snack time." She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a phone, the screen glowing with a photo Becca hadn’t seen taken. There she was, mid-laugh, her dress hiked up just enough to reveal the bulky white diaper beneath. Becca’s face burned. When had that been taken? Was there a camera above the bookshelf? One hidden in a teddy bear’s eye?

"P-please," Becca whispered, her hands clutching the hem of her dress. "I don’t want..."

"You don’t want what?" Mommy tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. "To be taken care of? To be my good little baby for just a few more minutes?" She tapped the phone again, swiping to another image. This one was worse: Becca on her hands and knees, crawling after a toy truck, her diaper sagging, clearly used. The caption beneath it read: Such a soggy girl. Needs a change!

Becca’s breath hitched. The idea of those photos, proof of her little side, existing somewhere, floating in the digital ether, accessible to anyone with a link or a hacked account, sent a jolt of something electric through her. It wasn’t just fear. It was shame, yes, but beneath that, like a hidden current, was the thrill of exposure, the idea of being seen in her most vulnerable state. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "What if someone sees?"

Mommy’s smile widened. "Oh, they won't, sweetheart. As long as you obey." She set the phone down on the changing table, the screen still lit, the images still there, taunting her. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and lay down, or do I have to send this to your boss?"

Becca’s knees wobbled. She glanced at the door, half-expecting it to burst open, for her coworkers to come strolling in, their eyes widening at the sight of her, diapered, flushed, caught. But the door stayed shut. The nursery was a bubble, a world unto itself. She bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh. The pain grounded her, but only for a second.

With a whimper, she turned and climbed onto the changing table, the padding cool beneath her palms. She lay back, her dress pooling around her, her diaper, her secret, now the center of attention. Mommy’s hands were warm as they settled on her ankles, her touch firm but gentle. "That’s a good girl," she murmured, her voice a lullaby. The first tape tore away with a sound like a gunshot in the quiet room. Becca’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as the diaper was peeled away, the air kissing her skin, exposing her in a way she hadn’t been since she was a child. She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers twisting in the padding beneath her.

The wipe was cold. She hissed, her hips jerking up off the table, but Mommy’s hand pressed her down, unyielding. "Shhh, baby. You’re doing so well." The wipe dragged across her skin, slow, deliberate, as if Mommy was savoring every inch. Becca’s face burned. She could feel the photos being taken, could hear the imaginary clicks of the camera, the silent whir of the cloud uploading her humiliation. Her toes curled, her body trembling not just from the chill of the wipe, but from the suddem weight of her own desire, to be seen, to be known, to be helpless.

The new diaper was thicker, the tapes tighter. Mommy pulled it up between her legs, snug and secure, the crinkle louder than before. Becca’s chest heaved as the final tape was pressed into place. She was trapped. Swaddled. Owned.

Becca’s heart pounded as Mommy helped her sit up, her legs dangling off the edge of the table. She expected to be sent on her way, her dignity in tatters but her secret still hers. But Mommy had other plans. With a flick of her wrist, the crib’s gate swung open, the mattress already lined with a fresh sheet. "I think someone needs a little more supervision tonight," Mommy said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "In you go, baby."

Becca’s stomach dropped. "W-what? No, I have to..."

"You have to nothing," Mommy interrupted, her voice sweet but final. She scooped Becca up as if she weighed nothing, depositing her onto the mattress with a soft thump. The crib’s bars loomed above her, the white slats stark against the dimming light of the nursery. The gate swung shut with a click. Then another. And another. The sound of the lock engaging was the loudest thing Becca had ever heard.

She sat up, her hands gripping the bars, her knuckles white. "You can’t..."

Mommy patted her head, her touch condescending, affectionate. "I can. And I will." She reached into her pocket again, this time pulling out a pacifier, the silicone glinting under the soft light. "Suck on this while you think about how good you’ve been. And how bad you’ll be if you don’t settle down."

Becca’s lips parted, her breath coming in ragged bursts. The pacifier was pressed against her mouth, and after a moment’s hesitation, she opened, the silicone sliding home. The taste of it, clean, sterile, infantile, filled her mouth, her tongue instinctively curling around it. Mommy’s smile was triumphant. "Good girl."

The nursery door clicked shut. The lock turned. Becca was alone, her diaper crinkling as she shifted, the crib’s bars unyielding. Outside, the world continued. Her phone buzzed in her bag, maybe a text from a coworker. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Instead, she sucked on her pacifier, her fingers twisting in the blanket beneath her, her mind a whirlwind of shame and excitement and something deeper, something she didn’t dare name. She was locked away for the night, nothing but a baby in a crib, waiting for Mommy to decide when she’d be let out.

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Her boyfriend smirked. "Of course not, silly baby. You know the rules. It's your responsibility to make sure everything in the house is clean, except your own pants. That's Daddy's job."

Stacy pouted. "Does Daddy feel like doing his job now?" she asked sulkily.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 1

Five women become the playthings of a man calling himself the Magician. Using his powers, he forces them to go through a series of humiliatingly childish challenges, with infantilizing and permanent consequences for the losers. Inspired by the sadly discontinued season one of The Humble Games by Parker Longabaugh.

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One moment Abigail was sitting at a bar, sending seductive looks over at the handsome man sitting across from her (and receiving looks of hatred in return from the woman sat next to him), and the next moment she was sitting on a hard-backed wooden chair in a large, brightly lit, luxuriously furnished hall. She blinked. What the hell was going on? Looking around, she saw that four other disoriented women were sitting in chairs in a row beside hers, and in front of them stood a man. He was tall, dark haired, and strangely ageless. He could have been thirty or fifty - it was impossible to tell. He wore a well-tailored black suit and the hint of a smirk on his handsome face.

“Hello ladies,” he said. His voice was deep, and Abby felt a pleasant tingling in her pussy. If she wasn’t more alarmed about her sudden transportation to this unfamiliar place, he was definitely the sort of man she’d be trying to pry away from his wife and take home with her. “Thank you all for coming.”

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 2

There was a horrible silence following the Magician’s words. Even though it had barely been ten minutes since they’d finished their lunch, all five ladies were beginning to feel an uncomfortable pressure in their bladder and bowels.

Abby was terrified. If she lost, she’d be made incontinent?! After what she’d seen, she had no doubt the Magician was capable of doing that. She glanced at the other girls. They looked utterly absurd with their bulky adult nappies pushing their thighs apart. She looked down at the bulging disposable diaper between her own legs, imagining what it would be like having to wear one all the time, to be so helpless that she couldn’t even control her most basic bodily functions, forced to pee and poop in her pants like some oversized infant! She felt sick. She couldn’t let that happen to her. She just couldn’t! Her life would be ruined! How would anyone find her attractive if she had to waddle around in stinky nappies wherever she went?! She’d just eaten a big lunch, and now, according to the Magician, her bladder and bowel control was the same as it had been when she was three years old. Had she been potty-trained at three? She must have been. Surely!

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 3

Katherine ran down the corridor. It was well-furnished with little tables and vases and the occasional gorgeous painting on the wall, nicer even than Katherine’s own family home, but she didn’t have time to admire it. She’d slipped into her room at the same time as the others, pulled on her dress, which had magically appeared on her bed since she’d lost it during the challenge, and left immediately. One woman turned into a thumbsucker, another stripped of her stylish clothes and dressed up like a nursery schooler, and a third, worst of all, rendered permanently incontinent.

Katherine’s relief at not being in Becky’s place had quickly passed. It was pretty clear what sort of thing the Magician had in mind for them, and Katherine had no intention of ending up as some overgrown baby herself. There were still three challenges to go, not to mention whatever extra things the Magician might do to them if they were voted out. She couldn’t stand the thought of ending up like Becky, forced to spend the rest of her life in diapers. Diapers. A fashion statement that told the world you couldn’t even control your bladder and bowels, that you were no better than a two-year-old at keeping yourself clean and dry. The idea that a grown woman could be reduced to that was terrifying. She had to get out of here now.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 4

Susie’s New Life

“Come here, little one!” Susie’s mother called. “Come to Mummy!”

Susie immediately got up and abandoned the stuffed animal tea party she’d been forced to play with (“Would you wike some tea, Mister Snuggles?”), hurrying over to her mother as fast she could. Once she reached Mrs Taylor, she felt a sudden weakness in her knees. Against her will, her body did a submissive little curtsey. She lifted up the hem of her silly little frock and flashed her wet, drooping diaper. “Here Mummy,” she said. Normally she was allowed to wear cotton underpants and use the little plastic training potty in the living room, always under supervision, but occasionally her mother changed her into nappies and told her she couldn’t control her bladder. Susie had spent that whole morning dribbling wee-wee into her pants like a dumb baby. Her mother had told her she couldn’t hold her pee, so she couldn’t.

“Good girl,” Mrs Taylor cooed, smirking. Even after months of having her independent daughter back under her thumb, she was still delighted by the sight of the once mature, rebellious young woman reduced to an obedient little lady. She looked especially adorable in her soggy nappy, blushing crimson, her eyes fixed on her sweet little Mary Janes. “Come with Mommy, sweetie. We’re going to your nursery. We need to get you changed into your special dance clothes, okay princess?”

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 5

“Well, that takes care of everything for today, I think,” said the Magician.

The ladies were all staring, unnerved, at the place where Susie and her mother had vanished. What sort of life had the girl gone home to? All of them knew it could just has easily have been them in Susie’s place, voted off to face who knows what horrible fate. Madelyn sucked her thumb nervously, and Becky squirmed in her stinky diaper.

“You can all do as your please for the rest of the afternoon,” the Magician continued happily. “Wander around the house, look around the gardens, or just go back to yours rooms for the night. It’s your choice, but don’t stay up too late. You need to be well rested for the second challenge tomorrow.”

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 6

Madelyn and Abby were the first to enter the dining room for breakfast next morning, having showered, stripped the soaking wet sheets off their beds, and changing into their adult clothes.

Abby glanced at the Magician, who was sitting at the head of the table, wondering if he would mention the fact that she’d wet the bed last night. Had the other girls done that too? And had they all been fed from the breast? Or was that some specific punishment just for her?

Madelyn glared at the Magician with burning hatred in her eyes, although the threatening effect was ruined slightly by the presence of her thumb in her mouth. Last night that freak had made her drink urine and ejaculate like some kind of filthy, man-worshipping whore. She’d brushed her teeth a dozen times in the shower that morning, but she still felt like she hadn’t got the taste out of her mouth. Then there were the disgusting pee-soaked sheets she’d woken up in… Had that just been the effect of the breastmilk concoction? Or had the Magician done something more permanent to her night-time control? She could hardly stand the thought that she might be a bedwetter now.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 7

Madelyn gasped as she felt her short hair tickling her neck as it began to lengthen, growing down past her shoulders, not stopping until it was halfway down her back. It lightened in colour as it grew, turning from its original black to a trashy shade of bleached platinum blonde. But Madelyn didn’t have time to mourn her sensible, gender-neutral hairstyle. Her childish clothes had suddenly vanished, leaving her totally naked, and she could feel a strange tingling in her breasts. She looked down at them and squealed in horror. They were expanding, her nearly flat chest ballooning outwards. She clutched at her boobs desperately, trying to stop them getting any bigger, but it was hopeless. They went from A-cup to B-cup, then C-cup, then D-cup, then double-Ds, growing larger and larger until the proud, dignified, man-hating feminist had an enormous pair of pornstar tits jutting out from her chest.

Struggling to see past her new breasts, Madelyn realised that all the hair on her body had vanished below the neck. The thatch of pubic hair she kept above her pussy, the symbol of her womanhood, had disappeared, leaving her bare as a little girl – like those traitorous patriarchal stooges who shaved away their maturity just to cater to men’s perverted tastes. She stared down at her new body in disgust. She looked like a total bimbo! And unless she won the competition, this was what she’d be stuck looking like forever. She thought about having to explain her ridiculous new stripper body to her fellow academics, and her thumb slipped anxiously back between her lips, which felt much fuller than before. Looking up, Madelyn saw her reflection in the large mirror that hung across one of the walls, and tears of anger and shame welled up in her eyes. Reflected back at her was a big-titted slut with a thumbsucking habit. She looked like everything she hated. An immature skank, at once childish and lewd. A total disgrace to women everywhere.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 8

Katherine’s New Life

Katherine seethed as she squatted down and pushed out a horrible, disgusting mess into the seat of her adult-sized Pampers. She blushed scarlet when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, bare-breasted, her hair in ludicrous pigtails, a thick diaper drooping between her legs.

It hadn’t taken Katherine long to realise that with her ability to dress (and just as importantly undress) herself taken away, she had no way of taking down her underwear to use the toilet. So to her own squealing dismay, and her sister’s very great amusement, Katherine had no choice but to pee and poop in her pants, no different than if she’d been rendered incontinent. It was incredibly humiliating having to deliberately wet and dirty her nappies, reduced to the same level as that snivelling pants-filler Becky despite the fact that she still had all her bladder and bowel control. But it was even worse having to waddle up to her sister and beg her for a diaper change.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 9

The morning after Katherine’s ejection from the competition, Becky woke up to find her diaper soaked to the brim. It was absolutely drenched with wee-wee, and when she slipped out of bed and got to her feet, it hung so heavily between her legs that she thought the tapes holding it in place might snap. She looked down at the soggy thing in disgust, but the feeling of pee sloshing about in her pants was nothing compared to what happened next. Standing up was all it had taken. Becky’s bowels lurched into life. She barely had time to do more than squeal in shock and dismay before she was doubling over and filling her nappy with yet another enormous, yucky mess. She grunted loudly as she packed her Pampers with poo-poo, feeling the now familiar rush of shame as she automatically compared herself to the stupid little toddlers she had to take care of every day at work. She knew she must look exactly like them, squatting down and making a smelly mess in her own pants.

After she finished pooping herself, Becky burst into tears, as she so often did since her continence had been taken away from her. She mewled and whimpered, stepping from foot to foot almost involuntarily, as if she was trying to get away from the heavily sagging seat of her diaper as it swung between her thighs. She had to win this evil game and get back to normal! Struggling to supress her sobs, she forced herself to waddle out of her room to go and search for the Magician, trying to ignore the mess pressed against her bottom. If she was lucky, he might change her before the other girls got up, and she wouldn’t have to endure their looks of mingled pity and disgust again. Then she could sneak back and get dressed, and the other two might not even know what she’d done in her overnight nappy.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 10

“Wait!” Abby cried desperately. “I didn’t cheat! It’s not true! I… I…” She let out a squeal of shock and fear. Her clothes were changing, just like Katherine’s had done the evening before. “No, no, no, no…” she muttered frantically as her skinny jeans vanished, leaving her in nothing but her lacy black underwear from the waist down. Her crop top was turning pastel pink and lengthening, stretching down to reach her waist, but stopping so short that it failed to completely cover her knickers. Sleeves grew; pale, puffy sleeves that ended just past her shoulders. A pacifier popped into existence on the end of a clip and pressed itself firmly between her lips by an invisible hand. Her socks gained a rim of frills, and her stylish shoes turned into black Mary Janes. Last, and worst, her underwear began to thicken, and Abby started to cry. She knew what was coming. Her skimpy panties turned white and crinkly, ballooning outwards and taking on the shape of a huge disposable diaper. “No!” she wailed behind her soother. Her bulky nappy was pushing her legs apart, giving a gait as wide and toddler-like as the others. But the Magician’s alterations weren’t done there. She could feel a tingling in her head as the mental changes started to take effect.

“No, no, no!” she sobbed. Then her dummy started bobbing in her mouth as her oral fixation took over, an overwhelming desire to have something in her mouth at all times. If it wasn’t her pacifier then it would be her thumb, or even her toes. The idea disgusted her, but at the same time it felt so right to suck on something. She hadn’t realised how empty her mouth had been before. She had to have something inside it! Abby whimpered as she realised the Magician was turning her into an orally-fixated freak, like Madelyn but worse, someone who’d cram random objects into her mouth and cry like a baby if anyone took her paci out.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 11

Madelyn’s New Life

Maddy sucked her thumb lustily as she toddled out on stage. She was dressed in a sparkly pink t-shirt that looked like it was designed for a ten-year-old. The words “Daddy’s Little Girl” were written across the front in sequins, and it was so tight that the outline of her large, braless breasts were clearly visible beneath it, her nipples jutting out obscenely. Below the waist, she wore a tiny pink miniskirt; the plastic waistband of her diaper stuck at least two inches out of the top, and the thick white padding flashed between her thighs with every step she took. Her long, newly blonde hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails that jiggled about as she walked, tickling the sides of her face. She thought about how ridiculous she must look, and felt her pussy moisten.

Once she reached the lectern in the middle of the stage, Maddy looked out at the crowd of students sitting in rows before her. They were mostly girls, staring at her with expressions of shock and disgust and second-hand embarrassment. The few men in the room were looking at her wide-eyed, and Maddy giggled as she noticed a few tents appearing in the fronts of their jeans. Her thumb started to work a little faster in her mouth. By the time the first semester was over, she hoped she would’ve been able to wrap her lips around each and every one of their cocks and given them a good suck.

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 12

Abby didn’t enjoy her first morning as a woman with no bladder or bowel control. She let out an ear-piercing shriek when she woke up to find the big-breasted ‘Nanny’ from the day before bending over her with a finger slipped inside the leg-band of her soaking wet night-time diaper.

“Don’t be frightened, sweetie,” the woman cooed. “Nanny’s just checking your nappy. It looks like someone made lots of wee-wees during beddy-byes, didn’t she? Yes she did! Yes she did! Wittle Abby-wabby’s got a very soggy bum-bum!”

Abby felt herself burning with humiliation. “You can’t tawk to me wike dat!” she squealed, sitting up in bed and feeling her clammy wet diaper squishing unpleasantly beneath her. It was only then that she realised her thumb was in her mouth. She yanked it out at once.

The woman tittered. “You’re a big baby who can’t even wipe her own bottom, sweetie,” she said. “I can talk to you however I like.” Her motherly expression turned a little more sinister. “And if I don’t like your tone, I could leave you in that nasty nappy all day, no matter how wet and messy you make it. Is that what you want?”

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The Magician's Game - Chapter 13

Becky’s New Life

Becky awoke from her midafternoon nap, and was immediately assaulted by the strong smell of baby powder, pee, and something yuckier. Every time she woke up, she prayed that everything she’d gone through with the Magician had all been some terrible dream, but when she opened her eyes, it was to see the white bars of her crib in front of her face, and the daycare’s naptime room beyond. It was a sight she’d become very familiar with over the last few months.

She got to her hands and knees, her bare breasts dangling beneath her, and felt her diaper droop heavily between her legs, almost brushing the plastic mattress cover of her cot. She screwed up her face in disgust and shame. She felt as though she was trapped in a nightmare. This was who she was now; an overgrown baby who filled her nappies in her sleep like a one-year-old. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. In fact, some of her former colleagues at the daycare had even made sure to capture it on video, so they could force her to watch her sleeping self lift her bottom into the air and start packing her oversized Pampers while they tittered. None of them liked her – they remembered how dismissive she’d been of their careers, the ones for whom it was more than just a Summer job, and how haughty and harsh she’d been with the children. In their minds, she was getting exactly what she deserved.

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