A Little Curse or Blessing (FINALE) (Patreon)

Chapter 11

The diaper was huge, much bigger than any of the pull-ups that Jessica had been wearing previously. She never in her wildest thoughts would have ever imagined seeing a diaper, much less one intended to be put on her, would excite her, but as she sat there on her bed/changing table just looking at the thick colorful thing in Madame Zola’s hands sent electrical excitement rushing through her. It looked so inviting, and just as soft as her pull-ups as it crinkled deliciously in the witch’s hands.

Madame Zola chuckled a little to herself as she watched the cutie become almost hypnotized by excitement and desire as she stared at the diaper in her hands. She really did think the girl was adorable, and the spell she’d cast when they’d first met had let her see the girls soul. She knew Jessica was pure of heart and a sweet person. She deserved exactly what she wanted, which funnily enough was this, whether she’d known it or not before today. Madame Zola didn’t harbor any judgement at all for the fact she wanted to be in diapers, after all she’d seen plenty of unusual hidden desires in people. She was totally accepting of others desires, as long as they were pure and not harming anyone. She just wanted the little cutie patootie in front of her to be happy. That’s what she was here for.

Madame Zola stretched the diaper out towards Jessica, “Here sweetie, go on, take it.” Jessica smiled unobstructed by shame any longer as she reached forward and took the thick diaper in her hands. Her mouth fell open as she stretched it out, smiling more as she ran her hand over it. It felt sooooo soft she was almost drooling. She felt blushy and shy and more than a little embarrassed to be acting this way in front of another person, but she couldn’t help herself.

She looked up at the witch and spoke, “Could I, um, can I put it on?”

Madame Zola chuckled, “Well of course you can silly, that’s why I gave it to you. Do you want me to help you? I don’t have to if that would make you uncomfortable little one.” Jessica’s cheeks flushed even redder as she thought about it, but she also realized that she had no idea when she’d get another chance. She found herself gently nodding her head to the woman’s question. “Very well little one. Lean back, and let’s get this pull-up off of you.”

Working like a natural expert, or possibly one through experience, Madame Zola had Jessica hold the diaper while she removed her pull-up and used some baby wipes to clean her up, then the thick diaper was slipped underneath her bottom.

“You know sweetie, there’s actually a name of a community that you should be a part of. I’m not sure how you haven’t found it yet, but I’ll give you a little hint on how to do so.” She pointed her finger at the wall and in a small flash the letters ABDL along with adorable baby bunnies now decorated her wall. She winked at her. “Google that, and I promise you won’t regret it. Now, let’s get this diapie on you.”

Soon Madame Zola had baby powder was sprinkled all over her crotch and the diaper was pulled up and in between her legs before taping it nice and tight. “There you go sweet girl.” Madame Zola said in a soft voice, patting the front of her diaper while very gently rubbing one of her inner thighs in a very maternal way.

Jessica’s heart felt full as she looked down at herself. She didn’t even care that her breasts were out any longer. Sitting there in just a thick diaper and her adorable bow just felt right, and even though she hadn’t even known she had been, she was sick of pretending that this didn’t feel so amazing and so right.

“You really are a precious girl.” The woman said with her gentle smile.

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From that day on Jessica’s life was even happier than it had already been. She hadn’t really realized how happy she already was before that day, but once it had been pointed out to her that all of this had been her choice and her own self breaking out of her shell rather than being caused by any curse, she was only that much more purely happy than she was before.

Her bag, which she now knew was properly her magic bag, never ran out of anything that Jessica ever needed, just like Madame Zola said it would. Baby powder, baby wipes, pacifiers and bows, and sometimes even new stuffies! If she reached into it needing a pull-up she would find one and come out with it in her grasp, but if she wanted one of the big thick diapers her hand would come out with one of those instead. Sometimes when she did so the kind that would come out of the bag would be a brand new color or design that she’d never seen before. That always excited her. She didn’t know what minor God or fairy was in charge of changing the items in her magic bag to new designs, if that was even a thing, but she loved it. The new pure black thick diapers were one of her newest favorites. She always felt naughty or risqué when she wore one under an evening gown.

She had not only been able to refocus on her classes better, but she had actually started doing even better than before. Feeling so confident in herself and happy with her choices had given her the peace of mind she’d needed to focus on her studies. She was well on her way to becoming a real lawyer. Even if she was going to be a lawyer with a bit of a crinkle under her skirts.

Sometimes Madame Zola came to visit her, but Jessica knew she was a busy witch. She was always delighted when she stopped by though. She always gave Jessica pats on the head and changed her diaper. Sometimes more than once during a visit thanks to how regular Jessica had become.

The most ironic part about all of this is that after how un-stressed she had become, Jessica had stopped wetting the bed which is the thing that had started all of this. Only now... she wets her protection during bedtime on purpose. Hehehe.

Deep down Jessica still sometimes still felt a little like a weirdo, wondering how she would have ended up if she made it into the sorority rather than finding this secret side of herself, but most of the time she didn’t care. She loooooved this lifestyle and she loved her diapers. The more she learned about the ABDL community, the more she loved it.

It was who she was now. And now that she truly understood that, she was on the path to fully accepting herself and being the happiest version of the little baby she could be.

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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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