[#221] Tricky Treats (Patreon)

"Are you on your way somewhere tonight, girls?"

Martha Gabbins had lived next door to the three girls for as long as any of the other nearby neighbors had, and their weekend nightly habits were renowned for being as reliable as they were loud: which was to say 'very'. Not tonight, though, tonight was Halloween and tonight was going to be...different. Martha adjusted her witch's hat - a costume for Halloween - and nodded to the candy bowl just inside her door.

"Do you want to come in for some candy while you wait for your uber?"

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"Ohhh, uh..." One of the girls looked another and shrugged her shoulders.  So the three of them followed the older woman into her home.  Honestly, these three girls had lived next to Martha for a year, and had barely spoken a word to her.  But candy was candy and they were all pretty drunk.

"We're headin' to a Halloween party downtown!" the short-haired redhead told Martha, but the curly-haired brunette interrupted.

"I still say we go to some haunted houses - I know a place on Jefferson Street."

The blonde with straight hair took a swig from a flask and popped a candy in her mouth to chase it. "Uber should be here in five minutes."

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Five minutes? Well now, that was plenty of time for what was to happen tonight, wasn't it? She watched happily as the girls ate candy, first one, and then the other two. Sweet candy. Thick and saccharine, and easy to suck on. Candy that in only moments changed form to a pacifier to suck on, in all three of the girls mouths. And did they notice? Oh no no. But they did so still try to talk. She smiled.

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"Mm.. mmff," the blonde one said, sucking happily on her pacifier.  The redhead tilted her head in confusion and tried to ask the blonde girl to repeat herself, but her words came out just as muffled.  The three of the girls turned to each other, confused, and didn't understand why they couldn't talk.  Of course, the pacifiers were obvious in their months, but that was totally normal!  It never even crossed their minds that the pacifier was connected to their speech problems.

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"I'm so glad that the three of you decided to spend tonight with me," the woman cooed, stepping forward to the redhead first and running her fingers down her sexy top, twisting and pulling at the threads of reality for a moment as she contacted her slutty little hotpants, reshaping them into something far more appropriate from now on. A diaper. Her hand wandered next to the blonde, the three girls oblivious to her ministrations of their attire, of their reality. Such was the power of her spells. From now on, things were going to be oh so different.

~~~

The next morning, each of the girls moved quietly around their apartment.  The brunette put Dora the Explorer on the TV, the blonde pooled all the pillows and blankets in the living room, and the redhead got new,dry diapers for her two best friends.  They reached into the fridge to grab some bottles, but they weren't mixers or beer.  No, they were baby bottles, filled with a brew of generous laxatives and diuretics, made by Martha herself.  All three girls sat on the floor and quietly sucked their bottles all day and all night, and Martha enjoyed the silence.