Bediapered - Part 2 (Patreon)

Her bladder was nearly bursting by the time she heard the door open. She had no idea how long it had been, how long she'd been kneeling there, naked other than the humiliating diaper, knowing that her only real hope of escape would require letting somebody else see her this way. 

She was hoping for her husband, that he would take the soap out to give her a chance at explaining herself so she could undo the rest of her spells before it was too late... Instead, the maid herself waltzed it, freezing at the sight of her employer, looking at first shocked, then confused, then amused.

"Am I interrupting something?" the woman chuckled, walking closer, then spying Tabatha's headband. "Oh, is someone trying to play maid? How sweet... Well, come on, then, let's see how you do."

Having another person there meant Tabatha was no longer trapped on the table, although that didn't do her much good. She was able to scramble down, but she still couldn't get rid of the soap herself, so she pointed at it with her mittened hands.

"After all those lies you've been telling about me, I think that's quite appropriate. Did you know I've lost three other customers since you started accusing me of stealing?" the housekeeper asked. "I'll have you know, young lady, I've never taken anything from anyone... Maybe you just misplaced them yourself, and you're just too proud and stubborn to admit it. Now, come on, get to work."

Tabatha whimpered, squirming uselessly as the maid watched her try in vain to dust and vacuum while still in her mittens. Finally, the woman shook her head, saying, "Well, if you can't handle any of this, maybe you should go down for a nap."

Tabatha's eyes widened, her head shaking desperately as the woman grabbed her wrist and began pulling her down the hall. Just like the spell was supposed to draw the maid to that bracelet - and had drawn Tabatha there - it was supposed to lead Tabatha's husband, maid in tow, to the guest room for the final stages. Unfortunately for her, the woman was bigger than her, stronger, and, because of the magic that had hit her rather than Tabatha's husband, determined to get her to her destination.

It was just a normal guest room - or, rather, it was until Tabatha was pushed through, the transformed bracelet around her wrist. Instantly, the room changed, the plain bed morphing into a crib, toys popping into being, along with balloons, announcing the "birth" of Tabatha's child. It was bright, and festive, and the last thing Tabatha wanted to be seeing right now.

She knew she was changing, too... She felt the soap dissolve, and quickly spun around, hoping she'd have time to stop this. She opened her mouth to blurt out a spell, only for her words to be replaced by a gasp as she felt a river of warmth begin pouring into her diaper. Her hands, now free of their gloves, shot to her now even thicker diaper, pressing against it, unable to believe she was using it - or, more importantly, that she couldn't stop doing so.

A moment later, her mouth, open from the shock, began to leak as well, dripping drool down her chin and onto the bib that had appeared on her chest. She knew it was too late, but she couldn't help trying a spell again anyway, only to hear useless baby babble spill from her lips instead. She looked up at the maid to see the vindictive look in her eyes having vanished, replaced with the unconditional love of a mother...

She'd designed that part of the spell for her husband, wanting to make sure he loved the new addition to their family, and injecting memories of her pregnancy, and the baby's arrival. She whimpered, watching as the woman seemed to get taller and taller, unsure how the magic was going to work on the maid instead.

She got her answer later, after a diaper change, and being put down for a nap, after waking to find herself the size of a three-month old infant, to see her husband and the maid standing in the doorway, watching her. "Isn't she just perfect?" the woman asked quietly.

"She is," Tabatha's husband responded, kissing the housekeeper on the lips, as if this was perfectly normal, not even seeming to question, or notice, that she wasn't his actual wife, or that, when he left for work that morning, he'd been childless. In his mind, thanks to Tabatha's spell, Tabatha was his sweet, innocent little daughter, and nothing more. "Our perfect little baby..."

Tabatha gulped, then burst into tears - prompting her "parents" to rush over to check her and comfort her, and give her the diaper change she hadn't even noticed she needed - realizing that she had no hope of getting out of this herself... She really was stuck here, as a baby, at least until she learned to speak well enough to cast a spell again, and maybe even longer, since witches didn't get full use of their powers until they were in their teens... And, by then, would she even remember the truth, or just assume that her adult life had been nothing but an odd, very vivid dream from her childhood?