The Witcher 3: Bottles and Whining (Patreon)

Shani crossed the courtyard of Corvo Bianco, heading to the main estate house. She’d been traveling for several days now, hoping to see the man she’d come to find in the Vineyard he’d acquired.

It was unfortunate that her silver-haired, amber-eyed crush was nowhere to be seen. Workers milled about while a man with a bald head and round glasses stared at them with arms crossed. The Majordomo of the vineyard didn’t acknowledge her as she passed and even ignored her as she tried to ask him if Geralt was even here.

Realizing he was a dead-end, she pressed on, passing the stables on her way up to the main house. When she didn’t see Roach there she knew she was out of luck, as Geralt wouldn’t have left without his trusty steed, and she had no way of knowing how long he’d be gone.

“At least I know he’ll be back from witchering eventually,” she said, pushing her way through the estate’s front doors, “I can at least make myself at home while I wait for him, maybe even get comfortable in his bed.”

The redhead had said this out loud, not realizing somebody was present inside the foyer as she entered. She jumped upon seeing the woman clad in a black tunic and breeches. Curly black hair swished in the air as she turned to see who’d entered through the large wooden doors. Shani was met with a cold violet-eyed gaze.

“And who is sick enough to warrant you coming and visiting us, Shani?”

It shook the redhead to hear such a cold and aggressive statement directed at her, especially for somebody she’d consider an acquaintance given their relationship to the enigmatic Witcher. Still, from the few brief interactions they’d had, she knew Yennefer of Vengerberg to be an icy individual.

She regained composure with a shake of her head, gazing at the woman in front of her. “Good to see you again, Yennefer,” she said, struggling with what her next statement would be. She couldn’t flat out tell the mage what her true intentions were given what she knew of Geralt and the woman. “I happened to be treating a few people at a village nearby and thought it’d be fun to see an old friend.”

It wasn’t necessarily a lie but she felt it veiled her true intentions sufficiently, at least enough to quell the raven-haired woman’s queries.

She was wrong.

Yennefer narrowed her eyes at the vineyard’s visitor. “And I suppose I wouldn’t happen to be that person. You’ve come to see Geralt.” She cut right to the core of the matter, focusing her vision beyond the redhead into the deepest recesses of her mind to see what the wolf’s name dredged up.

The flashes of memory from Aldona Lamch’s wedding played for Yennefer, showing her the brief fling this woman had with Geralt before going further back, revealing the explicit acts of Vizima. “So she’s here to recapture that magic–what a fool.”

The cold stare didn’t leave Yennefer’s face as she observed Shani confirming her prediction that the medic was there to see Geralt. “Then see Geralt she will. I have a little while before he returns. I can make sure she’s ready for him.”

Shani watched Yennefer nervously, expecting to be turned away by her. but instead she was surprised by the offer of a room while she waited for the witcher’s return. “He left this morning on a hunt, so he’ll likely be gone for a few days. You’re welcome to stay and wait for him.”

Shani agreed to the lodging, following the mage’s instructions to speak to Barnabas, the Majordomo, about accommodations. She was given a reasonably sized bed in the main house, though she knew it wasn’t the one she wanted.

If she were honest with herself she would have come to the conclusion that the whole situation felt wrong, but she’d come this far and wasn’t about to give up. Still, the offer to stay didn’t sit well with her, especially when Yennefer added that if at any point Shani craved company she’d be either in the library or alchemy laboratory.

“Why be so accommodating?” she asked herself as she dropped onto the bedding, preparing to relax after the long journey. “Maybe she doesn’t realize why I’ve come.” It was a bold assumption, but also the one Shani decided to go with. After all, what harm  would come from just a few nights at the vineyard?

Later that night. Yennefer crept into the room, her eyes glinting with magic to enable her vision in the dark. She wasn’t surprised to see Shani splayed on the bed, though the overt sexuality of her see-through nighty did catch the sorceress off guard.

“How bold” Yennefer thought, bringing her hands out in front of her. Dark energy swirled in her palms, forming small tornadoes around her fingers as she silently chanted, moving her lips to mold the parts that made up her spell. The weaving of magical energies came to a head as they drifted towards Shani, covering her in a sheet of magic before soaking into her form.

The sorceress smiled, glad to see her spell take in the redhead’s body before tiptoeing back out of the room.

Meanwhile, Shani tossed and turned in her bed, feeling a litany of intrusive thoughts assault her dreams. She felt like she’d been taken back and at the same time was trapped in her body, forced to watch as embarrassing things continued to happen to her. She couldn’t focus on these things but knew they were happening. It built and grew within her, a feeling of internal worry and pressure that she couldn’t let go of.

Then, like magic, it was gone. A sense of relief came over her as warmth pooled around her waist, leaving her to sleep in a dreamless comfort.

Upon waking Shani sighed, pushing herself up and rubbing her eyes. Morning sunlight poured through the window framed in stone. As she shifted, the cold sensation of her bedding surprised her as did the dampness. “What? Did somebody dump water on me?” she asked, leaping from the bed. She nearly landed face-first on the stone floor due to the strange bulk sitting between her legs, spreading her thighs in an unfamiliar way. Through the material of her nightie Shani saw that the panties she’d been wearing before had been replaced by something she’d never seen before.

Its exterior was shiny and elicited a loud crinkle when she poked at it. Her exploration revealed that the interior was soggy and was the source of the dampness she’d been experiencing. “Soft material soaked in liquid,” Shani noted, “It’s quite absorbent too.” The closest thing she could equate it to was an infant’s diaper but this wasn’t cloth. In fact, the mysterious material confuddled her.

Her scientific mind was fascinated, but she found herself more worried about where it and the liquid had come from. “Did I… wet myself?” Her cheeks burned red as she considered the cause, stepping towards the closet to change.

After removing her nightie Shani pulled on her normal clothes over the new addition to her wardrobe. The thought had struck her that if she’d had an accident once it was likely to occur again, and she’d rather not make a mess of herself.

With the intention to find answers the redhead pressed toward the alchemy lab, hoping to make some sense of the new condition. Waddling through the halls of Corvo Bianco felt humiliating. She knew her gait looked ridiculous but she felt the urge to keep her thighs apart just to keep the swinging, yellow-stained garment from loudly squelching.

When she entered the lab Yennefer was there swirling a milky white liquid in a flask with her back turned to the door. Shani had been lucky not to see anyone else in her journey here, but the black-haired mage was the last person she wanted to run into.

Yennefer turned at the sound of the door opening, surprised to see Shani. The redhead stiffened at her gaze, bringing her thighs together and eliciting a loud squelch from her diaper. Internally the sorceress chuckled, thrilled to see the effects of her spell setting in so well.

“I didn’t expect to see you here so soon–is Corvo Bianco proving to be so boring?” Yennefer asked.

Shani shook her head. “No I-I uh, I needed to… to explore some notes.” She trailed off, the clammy padding between her legs damaging her ability to lie to the point where her excuse ended with unintelligible mumbling and the phrase “...medical condition.”

The redhead’s inability to deal with her new condition delighted Yennefer. “You seem to be distracted by something. Are you alright, Shani?” Her tone was sincere though her intentions were anything but.

Shani broke down, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. She explained the strange occurrence to Yennefer, including showing off the strange new crinkly underwear that she had no explanation for by pulling down her pantaloons.

The Mage outwardly showed interest and confusion, pointing out the resemblance of the garment to diapers. “You say this is the first time something like this has ever happened?” she asked.

Shani nodded, pulling her pants back up and feeling the padding squish against her.

With the sorceress’s input, the pair came to the conclusion that the garment acted like a diaper and was a necessary aid against what must have been a curse.

“I don’t know where I could have picked it up,” Shani said.

At this Yennefer offered no explanation, but she tried to offer a solution. “I can try to find a cure, though with curses it’s usually a hyper-specific ingredient to purify you. It may take a while.”

She wasn’t surprised to see that Shani agreed as that was within her plans. “First, why don’t we go about changing you? I’m sure I can look at creating a simulacrum of that garment you’re wearing, It seems better suited to handle any accidents you might have as opposed to a cloth diaper. That, plus the fact we don’t have any on the estate. Not that there’d be any in your size if we did.”

Despite the potentially ridiculing comment Shani agreed, mentioning that “we” wouldn’t be doing anything. She would be perfectly capable of changing herself as long as she had the necessary materials and she made sure to let Yennefer know it.

After the redhead left, Yennefer let out a dry laugh to herself, moving towards the pack of disposable padding she’d readied the previous day. “You won’t be able to change yourself for long,” she said, “now how long should it take me to create these? Eh, she can stay in that padding for a couple more hours.”

Several hours later Yennefer passed on the pack of disposables to Shani, granting her the ability to strip away her soaked padding. The feeling of freedom she felt as she ripped away the strange adhesive strips from the shell was indescribable, the puffy material having been suffocating to her lower regions, and she briefly considered leaving the new diaper off after washing away the remains of her accident.

“The idea that this may happen again is so… disheartening; I’m not some infant.” Shani hung her head, feeling the humiliation of her situation. “It’s far better than soiling my clothes though,” she groaned, “I suppose I’ll have to depend on Yennefer for help in that regard.”

It was unfortunate that the raven-haired mage had no interest in helping Shani. In fact, while pretending to help her she was actually preparing, redirecting workers to a special project in another room and building her stockpile of supplies.

While she had a strict schedule of events and the order in which they needed to happen, Shani’s coming days were much more of a surprise.

She’d made it through that whole first day without soiling her new padding again, though the process of getting used to its bulk and the new gait caused by it proved to be time-consuming. Every time she felt like she was just about to hit the crucial information in one of the library’s medical texts her attention was pulled away by the friction of the diaper’s absorbent core.

She’d shift her thighs just a little, but that simple movement always brought a loud rustle from her padding causing her to blush as she worried about disturbing the only other patron of the vineyard’s library. Luckily for her Yennefer already knew and didn’t seem to care.

Waking up the next morning was more of the same though with her padding completely flooded. This told her at least one thing for sure, based on that experience it wasn’t just a one-time occurrence, she’d at least need diapers at night. One time was a drunken mistake but twice was proof enough for Shani of her curse.

Yennefer had no solution yet, though she assured Shani that she was doing everything she could. She mentioned that she possibly had an alchemical solution that may help but it was only short-term.

With desperation setting in, the medic agreed. She was handed a strange glass bottle with channeled grooves running up its sides. It was topped with a nipple made of an unidentifiable material.

She’d never seen a potion bottle quite like it and would have questioned it if not for her immediate attraction to the nipple, which she popped into her mouth and suckled at instinctively. The hollowing of her cheeks drew in the sweet milky liquid in a euphoric rush that left Shani’s body buzzing from head-to-toe.

She wasn’t perturbed, in fact she chased that feeling, bringing in another gulp of the fluid. It wasn’t a buzz of drunkenness nor the release of illicit substances. The feeling the liquid provided her made Shani feel like her brain was melting away, causing her to forget all those silly adult thoughts.

Yennefer couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched on. All of her preparation to explain why the potion was like that had been unnecessary. The redhead contentedly suckled, vigorously dulling her own senses with the alchemical concoction. The show continued with the sorceress cocking her head with curiosity as Shani spread her legs, taking on a wide stance while still drinking. Her face, still stuffed with the bottle’s nipple, scrunched as she pushed, grunting and shamelessly filling the seat of her pants.

There was no recognition of the accident, nor any intent to control herself. Shani seemed content to just let go as long as she had the bottle in her mouth, piling more mess into her diaper while Yennefer watched her curse work its magic.

When the milky liquid was gone Shani’s eyes remained glazed, her mind briefly gone from the experience. Yennefer took this time to change her, making sure that she’d have no reason to remember this first mess. Her discovery of them from this point on was part of the fun.

More diluted bottles of Yennefer’s “solution” became a thrice daily addition to Shani’s diet, though none were nearly as potent as the first. Still, drinking one would leave her mental faculties slightly diminished after each feeding.

She caught her slippage the next day when she squatted while getting out of bed, forcing a load into her pants without her mind's input. It was like muscle memory and she was locked into it while she felt stinky shit slip into the back of her flooded nighttime diaper. This incident she kept to herself, hoping the problem wouldn’t get worse.

Within days it was almost a difference of night and day. Shani had begun to lisp and could no longer pronounce the bigger words in her medical texts. It didn’t matter much anyway as her brain had begun to turn to mush making her attempt to research a pointless endeavor.

Besides, she had found a much better way to spend her days which involved rubbing the front of her diaper constantly. Shani had made the "scientific" discovery that the slickness of a wet diaper made using her own accidents to relieve her now overactive sex drive even better.

This amused Yennefer greatly when she caught the redhead in the act almost every time she walked into Shani’s room. Entering the space exposed the image of a young woman without pants, panting heavily with her hand down her diaper in a desperate frenzy for sexual release.

Yennefer was happy to wait for her to finish. The show was enjoyable and letting Shani enjoy herself made a big difference in her mood before she turned her attention to the raven-haired mage. “Mommy!” Shani would scream, eliciting a smile from Yennefer as she approached her with a bottle in hand.

Feeding the former medic was always a treat because she was in her most docile and happy state while downing the formula. “I hadda accident!” Shani said, poking the front of her diaper while she approached Yennefer.

The mage feigned surprise. “Oh?” she said, “And did you make messies in your nappy?”

Shani shook her head bashfully laying down in Yennefer’s lap to receive her feeding.

“We’ll just have to fix that,” she said, rubbing the redhead’s stomach as she drank her formula. She lit gentle magic on her fingertips, warming Shani's stomach with the energies to help her body’s natural processes along. “Just push it all out for Mommy Yennefer, and she’ll be sure to change you after your feeding.”

That sort of encouragement was crucial as she was normalizing the act for Shani with those words. It was especially fruitful to do it as she drank while her mind was most malleable.

When Geralt finally returned a month later, Yennefer was excited to show him the results of her project, taking the witcher’s hand and leading him through the estate.

“You had a visitor while you were gone,” she said, dragging him through the bedchambers to a previously unused room, “I made sure she was made to feel at home.”

Geralt asked who it could have possibly been and his only answer was the opening of the wooden door, revealing the formerly distinguished medic Shani straddling a large stuffed unicorn in the center of the room.

At the sight of the white wolf she let out a loud “Daddy!” causing him to practically jump back. This however didn’t slow down her humping the stuffed animal beneath her, squishing the obviously stained padding that stood out as the only thing she wore.

Geralt turned to look back at Yennefer, his eyes inspecting the handcrafted furniture that made up the newly installed oversized nursery. The raven-haired sorceress grinned at him while leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest.

She looked past him, speaking to Shani directly. “Why don’t you show Daddy how good you can make cummies in your nappy.”

Shani, still heavily panting, couldn’t be more willing to oblige.