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Gwen Tennyson frowned behind her shield as her ponytail swished slightly due to the cold evening breeze which blew through the huge hole that Charmcaster had created from her latest attack. This chilly air nipped at her stocking covered legs. She definitely was grateful that she was wearing her dark blue sweater, but with winter approaching, she considered that it might be a good idea to switch from black stockings and her black mini skirt to something that would actually keep her warm during her fights with Charmcaster.


The silver haired woman did a spin and threw another spell back at Gwen, who blocked it once more.


"Yes!" Charmcaster shouted. "I can feel it!"


Charmcaster raised her arms up, a powerful magical ball in the palm of her hands "And now...I'll end you for good! Aswento eros selias!"


Gwen planted her feet firmly and held her energy shield, ready for her enemy's attack. She was quick to counter it away with her own spell.


"Arus felis nul!"


"You'll have to do better than that" Gwen shouted.


Charmcaster conjured up spell after spell, each one growing more powerful, but no matter how strong they were, Gwen always managed to deflect them. 


The fiery young woman was growing slightly worried as the fight progressed. If Charmcaster kept this up, there was a possibility that she wouldn't be able to keep her nemesis at bay. With that in mind, Gwen quickly cast a spell of her own and shot it at the woman bathed in an aura of glowing fuchsia. 


The two spells clashed and instantly nullified each other. Both women sighed, dissatisfied that their attack didn't finish the duel. The  light created from the spells ceased to light the surrounding area and served as an unintentional signal to stop fighting. Instead, both women paused for a brief moment, opting to stare each other down. 


Roughly ten seconds passed before the silver haired sorceress spoke up, addressing her arch nemesis; the fiery redhead named Gwendolyn. She stared down at the young woman with a smirk.


"What's the matter Gwendolyn? You seem to be a little hesitant today. Are you afraid that you'll be overwhelmed if you continue using your powers?"


Gwen narrowed her eye as she removed her shield. She did not like that remark and the piercing glare she shot at the white haired sorceress conveyed that fact more clearly than words ever could.


Charmcaster grinned, she loved getting this girl's goat and was loving the reaction Gwen gave her. "I know what your thinking, little girl. You're wondering how I've been able to keep raising my power during this fight, right?"


"It doesn't matter. I'll defeat you any day of the week!" Gwen shouted as her aura flared up.


The magic wielding half human hybrid launched another explosive spell and sent it at Charmcaster who simply defused it.


"I know what it is now." Charmcaster continued her observation like Gwen's latest attempt to finish the fight didn't even phase her. "I can tell that you're afraid. You're afraid that you're reaching your limit. Just give up already."


Gwen clenched her fists, her anger growing due to Charmcaster's petty insults. It didn't help that the woman continued to wear that sly grin on her face, as though she was mocking her without uttering a single word.


"Aww, What's the matter little Gwen? Are you getting angry?" Charncaster cooed. "Go on, release that anger inside you and see if it will be enough to destroy me!"


Gwen continued to tighten her grip as the power she harnessed, within her being, took the shape of two glowing purple orbs that appeared around each of her hands. The intense, pulsating magic matched the same glowing lavender that burned brightly in her eyes. She knew that she couldn't take these insults for too much longer. That condescending tone that Charmcaster used on her pierced through her defenses better than any spell ever could. 


"That's it!" Charmcaster cheered. "So what if you're going to lose control again? You do want your revenge against me right? Then give in and take me down if you can!"


Gwen steadied her mind, trying to drown out Charmcaster's annoying taunts. Her conscious was telling her that she was better than this. She knew that the consequences, whatever they may be, weren't worth it if she were to use her full powers at her true potential. Even if she did defeat Charmcaster her condition would only get worse and she didn't want to risk losing everything over a petty grudge. With that thought in mind, The fiery redhead took a deep breath and her powers calmed down until the orbs vanished.


Charmcaster watched as Gwen ler her power die down and sighed. Her plan of getting Gwen to lose control had failed. 


"I see…" The silvery haired sorceress spoke softly before changing her tone into a sickly sweet voice perfect for condescendingly cooing at her rival. "So that's your decision, little Gwen? You want to try to defeat me without your powers?" Charmcaster asked with a chuckle.


"You're just a weak child, just like your cousin!"


That last remark made Gwen cringe in disgust, but she knew better than to give in. For some reason, Charmcaster wanted her to give in, this she was sure. So, she maintained her calm demeanor and gazed up to her nemesis.


"You think I'm weak, huh? Well let me show you just how weak I am!"


Gwen brought the purple energy from within her body and manifested her powers into her hands. The purple orbs returned to her hands before Charmcaster could even blink and with lightning speed, Gwen threw each one of them at the demeaning woman. 


With seconds to spare, Charmcaster jumped out of the way and avoided the incoming attacks, letting them hit a bookcase which had stood behind her before it exploded. The air filled with shredded pages that came from the ancient tomes once housed on that particular bookcase. While the remains of the magical books rained down around her, the young sorceress rolled out of the way and got up in a kneeling position. She rapidly sent out multiple hexes, fiery fuchsia colored incantations, at Gwen Tennyson. 


Gwen quickly formed a shield and protected herself against the incoming barrage of hexes. Sighing as the hexes dissolved into nothingness, Gwen knew that she had to figure out a way to take Charmcaster down without using too much power. Seeing the raining pages of scholarly literature regarding spellcraft gave her an idea. 'If I can find a spell to limit or contain her powers, Charmcaster will have to give up!'


Charmcaster continued to rain down blast after blast of magical energy as Gwen deflected each onslaught while feverishly searching through numerous ripped and scorched pages. She knew that there had to be some kind of binding spell or anything to weaken her nemesis. "It has to be here somewhere!" Gwen muttered to herself 


"Shifting through the remnants of forgotten knowledge won't save you now!" Charmcaster declared with a wild laugh as she resumed her assault, casting down a volley of fiercely charged explosive spells.


Each spell hit her shield, causing the poor young woman to use up more and more of her energy to keep herself defended. She was growing desperate as she tossed another scrap of paper away with her free hand. In the distance, she noticed a larger piece of paper, seemingly spared from the destruction of the bookcase and the ensuing magical fire fight. Gewn quickly did a somersault to avoid the last magical ball of energy and scooped up the page as she ducked behind another shelf of books.


"What's this?!"


Gwen exclaimed as she read the spell. One line did stand out to her in the vague description of the spell: "cursed cloth will forever have the properties of an infant", she didn't exactly have a lot of time to think about what the spell meant by that, but from Gwen's perspective, it most likely meant that the person wearing the cursed clothing would have a magic level of an infant's. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the top of the page had originally said "Cursed Cloth Will Be Turned Into An Infant's Smock" before it was sheared from the heat of the heat.


Thinking that she had found the perfect spell to stop Charmcaster, Gwen exclaimed, "this is exactly what I need!"


A loud explosion ripped through the bookcase Gwen had been hiding behind, exposing her to her nemesis. 


"This is not the time for Hide and Seek, Gewndolyn." Charmcaster admonished. "Let's finish this!"


"My thoughts exactly, Charmcaster!" Gwen shouted and proceeded to repeat the curse she had literally just memorized.


"Some random spell won't save y-"


Charmcaster was stunned into silence when an all encompassing light sprang forth from Tennyson's hands. This absurdly bright light bathed the once magnificent library in white. 


'How is this possible?!' Charmcaster wondered as she did everything in her power to block this bizarre attack which struck her.


A large shockwave emanated out from Charmcaster's position as she deflected the curse, dispersing it in all directions near her vicinity. 


"Ahhhh!" Gwen cried out as she was caught in the blast. 


The redhead ended up being thrown off of her feet from where she had cast the curse. She could only blink in disbelief as she soared through the air until she hit the main wall of the Library. 


"Ugh…"


With a huff, Gwen sat up, rubbing her head lightly, she breathed out, "Okay, I really should remember not to cast random spells," She then blinked as Charmcaster hovered towards her.


"I have you right where I want you!" The silvery haired sorceress grinned as she raised her hand to cast a spell.


Gwen closed her eyes, ready to be finished off, but nothing happened. In fact, the last thing she expected to hear was Charmcaster complaining.


"I seem to have used up all my magic…" 


Charmcaster admitted in an embarrassed tone as she begrudgingly left through a glowing purple portal.


Gwen couldn't believe her luck! The random curse she found must've worked!


---Back At Her Hideout---


Charmcaster groaned in disgust with how she had been bested by Gwendolyn once again. She had been so close to defeating that brat!


"What even was that spell she used on me?"


The white haired sorceress wondered aloud as she found herself looking over at her bathroom door. After such an exhaustive battle, a bath was just what she needed to calm her nerves and soothe her body. A bath would also give her ample time to examine the events of the battle mentally and plan accordingly for the next battle.


With a sigh, Charmcaster reached above herself and poofed her clothing into oblivion, leaving her nude. For a brief second her silky-smooth skin and radiant curves were on display until something bizarre happened; her outfit reappeared! However, it wasn't quite the same as before. Her purple dress had been replaced by a simple lavender T-shirt, but that wasn't what caught her attention. No, what caught her eye was what had replaced the pink ribbon wrapped around her. The ribbon had vanished, but there was something pink still wrapped around her waist; a bulky, crinkling form of thick, pink underwear.


"Why am I in a diaper?!" Charmcaster yelled to the heavens.


She raised up her hands once again and cast her clothing removal spell. However, unlike a moment ago, nothing happened. She stared at her hands in disbelief as she realized that no magic had come out from her palms. Annoyed, she tried to cast another spell, and nothing happened. Charmcaster thought that this must be some kind of error in her magic. A mistake brought on by exhaustion! 


Dismayed by her impotent magic, Charmcaster decided to just do things the old fashioned way. She started by ripping off her pink pull ups and throwing then down to the ground. Staring at her bare womanhood, she felt satisfied for the first time that evening and continued to undress herself. 


She stripped herself of the simple shirt, her black crown and finally she took off her now pink fingerless gloves after removing her pink leggings. Finally standing in the nude, Charmcaster had to admit that if she saw another article of pink clothing, it would be much too soon.


"Stupid Gwendolyn." Charmcaster muttered to herself as she went to open the bathroom door.


*POOF*


"What in the name of-!"


Once again she was fully dressed, but unlike her previous childish outfit, this ensemble was definitely more infantile in its entirety. The simple t-shirt returned but now it was adorned with frills on the short sleeves. Her black crown had transformed into a lavender colored bonnet and her pink leggings had vanished leaving her wearing a piece of matching booties. However, it was what covered her crotch that caused the white haired sorceress to scowl in anger: A thick, all white diaper!


Charmcaster quickly went for the disgusting thing, pulling at the tapes until the hold it had on her waist was no more. She let the diaper drop to the ground. Free from the much thicker garment, Charmcaster grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, allowing the bonnet to be pulled off with her shirt. She gazed down once more at her naked body and admired her manicured rectangle of hair above her sensual slit.


*POOF*


"What kind of spell is this?!"


The white haired sorceress asked the void. It seemed like it was some kind of time based incantation and she knew that time was against her. She hurriedly pulled at the tapes of the diaper, yanking it free from her now hairless pussy, and let it fall to the floor. Seconds after the diaper dropped, her lavender t-shirt joined it followed by the bonnet.


*POOF*


"This spell can't last forever!"


Defiant and angry, Charmcaster crossed her arms and went for the left tape with her right hand and vice versa with her right hand. Like a parlor magician she undid the locking adhesives and flung the now open diaper to the ground. Wasting no time, she went for her lavender colored baby shirt. The shirt wasn't even past her shoulders when the diaper poofed back into existence, embracing her bottom and womanly folds.


*POOF*


"Fine! I'll  have to think of a way to beat this spell!" 


Charmcaster ceased her struggles against her infantile wardrobe and crosses her arms, pouting. She caught herself pouting and paused for a moment, hoping to compose herself. 


"Maybe my magic has returned to me? That brat's spell can't last all night!"


Unbeknownst to Charmcaster, those numerous articles of discarded baby clothing, now littering her room, contained remnants of Gwen's curse. Close to a half dozen diapers and t-shirts were scattered around her feet. All ticking time bombs in the magical sense. They were still very much enchanted and held a much more powerful magic than her own. Had the white haired sorceress known this, she may have decided to just deal with a night of being diapered, but the stubborn woman settled on using one of her strongest spells. 


"Let's see how strong your magic is, Gwendolyn!"


Nothing.


For all that bluster and build up. Nothing happened to her diaper. However, to the unseen eye, her magic was being absorbed by the cursed diaper she was forced to wear. Her badge of shame was now supercharged and ready to wreak havoc!


Charmcaster stared at the massive pillow between her legs and could've sworn it was mocking her with its infantile art displayed just below the waistband. The pattern on the front of her diaper depicted twirling wands and shooting stars surrounded by auras of pink, purple and neon green energy.


"Arrrg! You've got to be kidding me!" 


Seething in rage, she yanked on the wings of this even thicker diaper. It took a lot more effort to free herself from the humiliating absorbent underwear, but once both tapes were broken, she let it drop to the floor and this time she gave it a good kick to get it as far away from her as possible. 
 

Charmcaster watched as her despised disposable diaper sailed through the air until smacked against the wall of her bedroom. Even though she knew a new diaper would magically materialize out of thin air and wrap itself around her groin in a second or two, she felt oddly satisfied with herself as she watched the diaper land on the ground. 


That satisfaction was short lived….


*POOF*


"I'm a powerful, magical being! I'm not a baby!"


Charmcaster cried out as she attacked the bulging disposable with everything she had!  She went for the tapes, but unlike before they wouldn't budge. She tried getting her fingernails underneath the tapes and ripping pulling them loose but that failed to work.  She was sweating pretty badly from exertion when she noticed a faint yet ominous glow emanating from the other side of her room.


She could only watch as the diaper she had kicked only moments ago was sinking into the floor causing a small splotch of pastel to spread outwards from where the angrily discarded disposable became one with the floor. Her jaw dropped as the pastel purple energy grew brighter and was slowly consuming everything it touches as it spread out like a disease. Not wanting to be affected by the magic, she hopped up on a nearby chair.


Safe for the moment, Charncaster could only survey the strange alterations that were happening all around her as the once mature, white carpet was gradually being changed into something you'd see in a little girl's bedroom. If that wasn't bad enough, the magic creeping throughout her room wasn't satisfied with her carpet. It was starting to change her furniture too! 


Charmcaster couldn't believe her eyes when the strange energy met her bed. The normal queen size mattress started to glow as the oak headboard stretched upwards, morphing into something akin to a mouth inhabited by dozens of sharp toothpicks. The headboard wrapped around the entire bed, leaving it surrounded by bars; Her bed was now a crib! 


"Not my bed!"


As the slowly encroaching pastel energy neared her position, it overwhelmed her vanity, causing it to shine brightly and change shape. It sunk a few inches and grew longer as it changed into a more wider piece of furniture that had a mat like material on it's once wooden surface. It was becoming a changing table! A changing table topped with powders, spare diapers and even a few teddy bears were sitting on top of it.  


The walls were changing too. The white walls were practically painting themselves as the energy washed over their surfaces, leaving behind a stylized banner of stars and wands along the roof complete with ABC filling in the gaps. The only thing worse than the new interior decorations was the overwhelming smell of baby powder that was growing thicker and thicker by the moment. 


Charmcaster sat perched on the chair, knowing that she was literally trapped in the corner of her room as the magic was coming at her from all sides. She had just watched her paper waste basket grown two feet until it became a diaper pail with her name etched on it. To the right of her, she saw a quilted, pink diaper bag, with her name stenciled on it in big cutesy lavender letters. She should've known that this wicked magic wouldn't spare her bag, but seeing her once trusty magic bag morph into a diaper bag was still a shock to the diapered sorceress. 


With only inches between her and the approaching magic, Charmcaster stood on her tiptoes, dreading what the magic would do to her as she watched the last of her mature room vanish. The surface of the chair she stood on started to glow, just like every other piece of furniture had done, but the diapered sorceress couldn't dare watch what was about to happen to herself and the chair so she clenched her eyes shut.


*POOF*


The soft thickness of her pillow like diaper broke her fall as she felt herself land on some kind of hard surface. Charmcaster opened her eyes and realized that she was sitting on an adult sized potty chair! The chair stood roughly twenty inches off of the ground, so her knees were bent and her diaper filled the bowl of the infantile chair. She was disgusted that her favorite chair had become a potty chair, but she couldn’t help but feel grateful that she was unchanged by the magic which had vanished. Charmcaster could feel some weird raised edges on her back and stood up to see just what was poking her. As she turned around and looked down at the potty chair, her face turned to a grimace when she saw her name stenciled on the back in big pink letters; 'Charmcaster's Potty.'


"Ugh, this can't get any worse…."


A muffled hissing noise pierced the quiet room causing the white haired sorceress to look down at her thickly diapered crotch. 


"I can't believe that I forgot about-"


Suddenly, Charmcaster felt an unseen force scoop her up off the floor by her armpits. She was magically lifted away from her giant potty chair and laid out on the soft surface of the enormous changing table. 


"Hey!" Charmcaster shouted. "Who's doing this?!"


The invisible energy snatched her by the ankles and raised her legs high into the air, forcing her to lay on her back. Naturally, this caused Charmcaster to shout angrily while she banged her fists into the padded mat.


“I swear I'm going to get you for this, Gwendolyn Tenny-"


*Nuk*


Charmcaster tried to talk around the big bulb of the pacifier that had lodged itself into her mouth, but everytime she tried to protest her current treatment, a loud suckle would echo throughout the nursery. 


*Nuk*


*Nuk*


While Charmcaster was literally pacified, suckling on her Bezel Binky, an adult sized baby diaper flew out from underneath the fully stocked changing table and unfolded itself. The white hourglass shaped diaper hovered in place for a moment before it flew under Charmcaster's fussy bottom. In the blink of an eye, she found herself tightly taped into the new diaper. 


However, this meant that she was now double diapered since the current wet diaper still remained in place, hugging her loins in a rapidly growing humid environment. As if the magic was adding insult to injury, a bottle of talcum powder rose up and started to shower the angry sorceress all over her tummy and diaper.


"MPPHH!"


The bottle of baby powder disappeared from the angry woman's sight, only to be replaced with a large plastic baby bottle. Charmcaster watched angrily as the bottle hovered in front of her face, but in the back of her mind, she was slightly glad that the pacifier was lodged in her mouth. Obviously, she couldn't be forced to drink the milk if her pacifier was in the way, right?


*POP*


With a simple pluck, her one defense against the large plastic teat floating in her face was removed, allowing the magic to shove the baby bottle into her mouth.


*UUGGH*


Charmcaster growled as the big bulbous nipple of the bottle filled her mouth full, forcing her tongue to be pinned down and making her drink. Immediately the sorceress felt the thick fluid fill her mouth. If it was only milk, maybe she could've tolerated it, but the first taste of the thick liquid was so horrible. It tasted like chalky baby formula!  


Despite Charmcaster's attempts to turn her head away from her ethereal captor, the curse kept the bottle firmly wedged in her mouth, following her mouth, forcing her to drink the foul substance. Every muffled protest she made simply forced more of the warm baby formula down her throat, making it impossible for her to do anything but swallow it down to avoid choking.

 

Charmcaster felt so pathetic, so helpless being force fed like this. Her anger continued to build up as her once limitless confidence waned. She remembered that she had to keep cool and try to come up with a spell to overcome this bizarre curse, but that rational voice of reason was rapidly fading into the void as Charmcaster snapped, giving into her anger as another tantrum overwhelmed her.


She kicked at the air, pounding her fists against the padded top of the changing table. But the bottle stayed in place even with Charmcaster thrashing about on the surface of the changing table while shaking her head like a petulant two year old.


However, her rebellion was short lived as all of her energy quickly depleted; she was spent. The bottle feeding resumed, Charmcaster couldn't do anything, but finish her disgusting bottle of thick formula. 


After about five minutes of feeding the invisible forces of the curse pulled out the nipple from her mouth and scooped up Charmcaster from underneath her armpits. She found herself held in place, just dangling in the air. Needless to say, Charmcaster was confused. Why wasn't she moving? Why was she just floating here?


A simple patting sensation started to fall on her back. The rhythmic tapping felt oddly satisfying to the tired and upset woman as a pressure started to build up in her chest.


"What are you-"


*BUUURRPPP*


"But of course…" Charmcaster muttered to herself.


The curse returned her Bezel Binky to her mouth, silencing anymore comments from her, save for a muffled groan of defiance. With her pacified, the curse carried her over to the giant crib. While dangling in the air, Charmcaster mustered what energy she had regained from laying on the table and tried to break free by blindly kicking at the unseen power that was manipulating her like she was it's plaything, but it was no use, it simply slapped at her padded ass before depositing her within the crib like she was nothing more than a doll.  


With an annoyed grunt, the silver haired sorceress tried to spit out her pacifier and, to her surprise, she actually succeeded. This simple act did much to boost her fragile emotions. If she could spit the pacifier out, maybe the curse was losing strength? Maybe she could finally rip this stupid diaper off!


Charmcaster reached out to her dusty, powdered diaper and grabbed at the waistband of her plastic prison. With one tug, the disposable seemed to loosen, giving Charmcaster something to smile about. It wasn't exactly coming off, but it was moving. As she continued to struggle with the top of her adult sized pamper, her hands brushed against the slick surface of the adhesive tapes which secured the diaper to her waist.


"Yeah, I forgot about the tapes!" Charmcaster said to herself, feeling rather stupid that she had forgotten about them.


The silver haired sorceress dug her fingernails underneath the edge of the tapes, slowly but surely ripping the top of the tapes free from the adhesive which held it together. It took some effort, but the right tape finally broke free allowing Charmcaster to turn her attention to the left tape. After a brief battle, the left tape came off, releasing Charmcaster from the outermost layer of her double diaper and exposing the first diaper to her. The sight of the yellow tinged disposable diaper which had been hidden beneath the diaper she had just ripped off did nothing to deter her from celebrating.


"Yes!" Charmcaster shouted. "I'm free!"


*POOF*


And just like that, a new diaper appeared over the wet diaper, sealing her fate and smashing her remaining confidence into oblivion.


"NOOOO!" Charmcaster cried out.


"MEE AM BIG GURL! ME NO NEED DIAPEE!"


"WAAAAHHHHHH!"


The curse did it's best to soothe the mentally broken twenty year old by dangling plastic keys over her head. This did nothing to calm her down, if anything it merely served to anger her even more. She laid her body back, head leaned back into her pillow as she screamed towards the ceiling. Her thick diaper crinkling wildly as she slammed her heels into the soft mattress. 


Finally, after another five minute tantrum, she burnt herself out and the curse forced her to accept her Bezel Binky. With a few suckles, the diminished sorceress accepted her fate and drifted off to dreamland.


----


The young redhead entered her bedroom with a sigh. It had been a long night filled with peril and the incredibly close battle between her and Charmcaster was simply the cherry on top of the proverbial ice cream sundae.


"I really need to work on my curses."


Gwen stepped up to her bed with a yawn and proceeded to get undressed, removing her pants and then her shirt.


*POOF*




---The End---