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Chapter 10

“A gift?” The words repeated themselves a few times in Jessica’s mind before she was able to speak again. She was still hugging herself to cover her breasts, her knees pulled to her chest in an attempt to hide her pull-up even though the woman in front of her already knew what she was wearing. “B-but... but look at me! I’m an adult. I’m not supposed to be dressed like this or act like this or...”

“Are you sure?” A small smile formed on the witch’s face, but it wasn’t a mean one.

“What do you mean? You said I would get addicted. You said I was gonna...” Jessica asked.

“Sweetheart, shhh. Do you remember everything I told you before? I warned you that you might get a little addicted, but I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I’m sorry if that’s how it sounded. All I meant was that after you see how much you enjoy all this, it might become a lot more a part of you than you thought it would. Jessica dear, this side of you, this Little side of you was always in you deep down. Lemme ask you this, have you been totally miserable since we last saw each other?”

Jessica thought about it, really thought about it. For a while she thought that’s what she’d been experiencing, but she’d thought all of her feelings were thanks to the curse. But when she really thought hard about it... she had to admit that it hadn’t all been bad. In fact, a lot of it had actually been quite good. “I... no, I suppose not.”

The witch smiled at her, “I’m glad to hear that honey. Look Jessica, the truth is... I didn’t do anything to you. The only thing I did... is gave you this.” With another flick of her wrist, the bag that had seemed endlessly filled with more pull-ups appeared with a POOF! right in the witch’s hand. “This bag is special. It was my gift to you. Inside you’d find the items you secretly desired, the ones that would help you discover who you are. And the best part? This bag will never run out. It’s the special enchantment I put on it that endlessly multiples the items my treasure box choice for you that day. Jessica, little one, I didn’t do anything to you, your mind, or your body, I swear. These desires have always been in you, very deep down. I just helped push you in the right direction.”

The woman sounded truly sincere, but Jessica was still wary, “But... the accidents that I had... even when I was awake. At least the first few weren’t... on purpose...”

The witch looked thoughtfully at her, “Were you in a hyper stressed situation, or maybe even the opposite. So calm and relaxed you didn’t realize what you were doing?”

Jessica thought about it, and was pleasantly surprised to realize she was actually right. When she’d had her accident in class she’d become so relaxed thinking about the pacifier, and she’d been so freaked out when she found out the shop was gone that she very easily could have wet herself out of fear and shock. (Which admittedly wouldn’t even be the first time that second thing happened to her.) “Y-yeah... I guess I was...” She’d just assumed that her doing so had been the cause of something else, but doing so during the day wasn’t that far off from what she’d been doing at night, even before she’d met Madame Zola.

The woman gave her knee a gentle pat. “You see? And what about sense then? Sense then your accidents have all been,” She looked over her shoulder before giving Jessica a knowing smile. “On purporse... haven’t then?”

Jessica squirmed nervously under her gaze, but the witch seemed to know the answer without her even saying anything. “Y-yeah... I guess so.”

The grin on Madame Zola’s face got bigger. “And Jessica, that’s okay. Don’t forget what else I told you. I said your newfound interests might be a little addictive, but also that you should try not to worry. Because deep down it’s who you are and who you’re meant to be.” She reached down and gently pulled Jessica’s knees away from her chest and opened her legs. She kept smiling as she comfortingly gave the front of her soaked pull-up a few pats. “All of it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I think you’re ready for something even better.”

As Madame Zola began digging around inside of the magic bag, Jessica tried to come to terms with everything she’d been told. None of this had been part of some magic spell, forcing her to do all of these things. If she was to believe the witch, and she was surprised by how much she did, all of this had come from her and nothing else. All of this had been deep inside her, hidden desires she’d never realized before. The pull-ups, the pacifiers, the stuffies, and blankiea, and cute clothes, and all of it! She had been thinking that her enjoyment of all of those things had been thrust upon her by some curse, but the truth was... it was just her. She liked them... because that’s just who she was. Thinking it was the curse that had done this to her, she’d stopped pretending to not enjoy it all weeks ago.

“Here we are,” Madame Zola said, breaking Jessica out of her thoughts. “I think you’re ready for these babygirl.” Jessica’s jaw dropped as she saw what the woman was holding... a thick colorful huge diaper. Not just a pull-up.

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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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