Bullies Epilogue- One Final Bully (Patreon)

It was almost six, and the woman most only knew as "The Witch" was playing with another of her favorite toys.

The toy in question was Robin, a muscular young man in his twenties who apparently still took relationships for granted. A version of her he knew as "Sarah", which she used in a few places around Europe, had invited him out to a dinner date. Unfortunately for both of them, he stood her up without an excuse. This was, in her mind, his loss. However, not one to hold grudges, she was now giving him the chance to make up his mistake. She had even kindly taken care of everything, from his dinner, to his clothes. She had even come up with some entertainment, though she figured it would be mainly entertaining for her.

Had he come to on his own accord, he may have chosen something nice to wear. A suit perhaps, or a nice shirt. Now that it was up to HER, however, she treated him to something much different. Rather then being covered with a button up, his muscles were now well shown off, as she had only permitted him to wear black leather straps across his chest. This allowed her to see his biggest, and now only, asset- his muscles. As he wasn't going to be talking much with the fitted and shaped blue dog mask that covered his entire head, which, through a trick of magic, gave him room to eat or lick anything, but no room to speak. He had lost the chance to speak to her when he stood her up.

The straps on his chest weren't alone. They connected to tight, black leather briefs. These had a hole which allowed his tail, connected inside him, to come through. Since she decided he was figuratively an asshole, she saw no issue with filling his literal one.

Adding to his new look were gloves and booties, both shaped like dog paws. The booties connected to the cuffs of his underwear using more leather straps, which kept him either on his knees or crawling. He had "stood her up," now he wouldn't be standing at all.

Her favorite part however had to be the thick, irremovable collar to his neck, with dangling tags that declared him her property, though he seemed less enthusiastic when she presented it to him. She had attached a leash to it, and allowed him to fulfill the promised entertainment by leading him on a 'walk' through a fake dream world full of people to tease him and offer him cookies in exchange for tricks. Now that that part was done, it was time for his dinner.

The fake street turned into a kitchen. Her new pet knelt and looked around it. His eyes stopped on the steel dog cage in the corner, big enough for him to get in while crawling, but not much else after that.

"Good boy! You noticed you're bed for tonight. Funny, if you were a good boy for our date, you may have ended up in a much more comfortable bed beside me. Guess you screwed that one up to, eh?" She smiled at him.

He nodded in reply. He stared up at her, his eyes still wide in shock with everything that was happening to him. "Mmmph bah," he said, or struggled to say, then looked down. He had forgotten for a moment that he couldn't speak in his new mask.

"Aww that's cute, trying to talk? Good boy," She reached out and pet him. "Now, you are going to do some tricks for your new owner, ok?"

He nodded.

She held up her hand and a dog biscuit appeared in it.

Robin looked at the cookie. His eyes filled with disgust, and he shook his head.

The witch smiled at him. She walked around behind him, and a strap appeared in her hand. "BAD DOG!" she shouted, and whacked him hard.

He yelped loudly, then hung his head gasping.

WHACK!

She lifted it again and hit him even harder, and he yelped louder.

WHACK WHACK! WHACK!

She counted out ten strikes. Each one made him scream louder until he was sobbing on the ground, and she gave him one more for good measure.

"Now, does my little puppy want his cookie?'

He nodded, eyes still dripping with tears.

"And will you eat this dog cookie after you do your tricks?"

He nodded again.

"Good boy. Now, crawl to that corner," she pointed with her strap, and he turned. 

She hit him again. "FASTER! Crawl happily like a good puppy or I'll turn your thighs red."

He switched his step, pretending to bounce like a happy puppy.

"Good boy. Now come!" She laughed to herself. "Cumming" was one thing he wouldn't be doing tonight. 

He obeyed the order.

"Good boy. Sit!"

He sat down.

"Roll over! Good puppy!"

He obeyed, and she could see his cheeks blushing from behind his mask.

"Good," She held up the cookie. "Now, eat it like a good boy. And I promise you, it tastes exactly like you think it will."

He paused for a moment, but a quick glance at her strap changed his mind. He opened his mouth, and she put the dog cookie in it.

He ate slowly. She could see him wincing with each bite, and he held back a gag as he swallowed.

"Good boy!" she cooed. "Did you like you widdle cookie?" She leaned over him with her hands on her knees, smiling her most kind, and mocking, smile.

He nodded.

"Good boy!" she said again. "And don't you just want more?"

He looked at her, considering his options. Finally he nodded.

"Good puppy! Then its time for dinner."

She reached behind herself, and a bowl of dog food appeared in her hand. She set it down in front of him and pushed it toward him. 

He chocked when he saw it. A large, brown, pool of mush, with a foul smell that reached up to her nose, heaped into a silver metallic bowl. Beside it, she placed a matching bowl of water.

He backed away from it and shook his head. She looked into his eyes and saw tears forming, and she giggled.

"Are you sure?" She held up the strap. "I think I can make you change your mind. In fact I think I can make my puppy do whatever I want."

He whimpered, and looked down at the food.

"Go ahead. Be a good boy and eat it."

He looked away and groaned.

"Eat it. Now. You don't want me to me to decide you've been a bad dog."

He lowered his face into it and began eat. His entire body shook, and he gagged with each swallow. After a few bites he looked up at her, and she saw his eyes pleading.

"Keep eating. You're puppy eyes are adorable but won't change this."

He whined, lowered his head and continued.

She knelt in front of him, careful to keep her head high high so she didn't have to smell the food in the bowls. She reached a hand down on his head and began petting.

"Good boy, good boy. Eat it all, then lick the bowl."

She knelt closer. "And just think. You could have been enjoying a very different meal with me if you had shown up for dinner. You should realize I always get what I want, in one way or another."

He chocked again, and swallowed one last time. He looked up at her over the empty bowl.

She smiled. "Good boy. Wouldn't it have been so much easier to just have a nice dinner date with me?"

He nodded, and she shook her head in reply. "Well, sucks to suck. Now you pay the price." 

She reached behind herself, and a dog cage appeared. She opened the door and signaled him in. "Good dog," she said as he crawled. She locked the door behind him.

"Now, as for your punishment. You are going to go to bed in this cage. When you wake up tomorrow, you will be in your normal bed, in your normal clothes, and this will all be a sweet dream."

"Except it isn't a dream. You'll know it isn't, because my collar will still be around your neck. A bit thinner so you can hide it in public, but it will be there."

"And that's why you know this will be real, and you have a task. Since you couldn't act like a man on a date with me, you will do so with five other women. Get them to agree to go out with you, take them out, dress nicely, and act like a gentleman, not a dog. Until then, you will spend every Wednesday with me. Understood?"

He nodded.

"And since you enjoyed your dinner so much, until next week, everything you eat will taste the same."

He gasped, and he tried to yell his pleas, but the mask silenced him. She giggled at his attempts, then waved a finger in front of him. "Now now, don't be a bad dog. Remember what happens to bad dogs?"

He settled down.

"Good dog. Now, if you do try to tell anyone what happened here..." She reached out to touch his head. Instantly his mind was full of images of a completely different life, with him living full time as her dog, crawling everywhere, eating food from her bowls, and only getting out to be lead on walks in a mysterious world full of other witches and wizards who didn't bat an eye at one of their own leading a normal human on a leash. "You'll regret it for years to come. Understood?"

He nodded.

"Good puppy. Now, goodnight."

She backed away from the cage. From his point of view, the lights had gone out, and she disappeared. She watched as he looked around in confusion, then settled down in the cage to try to sleep. 

She smiled at her new toy. She wouldn't play with him too long, but for now he was fun. Perhaps more importantly, he was learning a valuable lesson about how to treat all powerful witches. 

She heard a bell, and smiled. She shifted through the house, and by doing so, to another part of the world in another time zone. Here, was almost noon, and time for her to check on another one of her toys. 

She closed her eyes, and the building shifted around her. She re-appeared in sitting room. On one wall was a wooden cookoo-clock. She waved her hands in the air, and it began to grow until the hole in it was the size of a grown man. She watched as the hands struck 6, and...

The door opened. Behind it, a boy, another student at the university, looked out of the darkness with panicked eyes. The platform he was on shot forward, bringing him, and his outfit, into the light.

He tied, bent over at the waist, with his hands on his knees, and held in place with more ropes. Most of his body was covered with a feathered bodysuit in multiple colors, with more feathers in fake wings curled up on each side of him. He wore knee high brown leather boots that ended in claw shapes at his feet and left his thighs bare. Perfecting the look was an object of her own design- a long, conical mouth piece with a twisted horn inside of it, which covered all of his face aside from the panicked, tear soaked eyes that stared at her. 

The result was he not only looked, but sounded like, a bird whenever he tried to speak. A bird in a cuckoo clock, to be exact, and it was time for him to coo.

A second later, and vast turning gears made the object of his terror advance toward him. To statues, both looking like her holding massive paddles advanced to his rear. Just as the clock hit 12, the first strike came down.

SMACK!

TWERP!

His eyes went wide in alarm as it hit him, and the sound of his shouting was converted into a perfect sound.

SMACK!

TWERP!

The statue reset, and another smack came from the second statue, brining another twerp.

SMACK!
TWERP!
SMACK!
TWERP!

The witch watched as ten more strikes hit him, slowly breaking him down further into tears, then into crying. When they ended, he was left a mess, with his sobs become slow, quiet noises from his horn.

She paused the mechanism just as he was about to go back in. She walked up to him, grabbed him by the hair, and forced him to look at her.

"Having fun in my new clock?" she asked.

He shook his head no, and a loud whine came from the beak. Tears streamed down his face, and his eyes begged her to stop the punishment.

"Awww no? Isn't this what you said, that I should get a clock? Thought you would enjoy being part of it, since it was your recommendation."

He shook his head again.

"Well, I see. I guess not, its not fun for anyone." She ran a hand down his back and onto his mainly bare bottom. She rubbed it and gave it a light smack. "Hmm, still warm, and a nice shade of red. I don't think you'll be sitting comfortably for a while, do you?"

He shook his head again.

"Good boy. Would have been much easier if you were just a good boy and responded politely to begin with, wouldn't it?"

He nodded.

"Good boy. The mechanism will let you go at midnight. Hopefully by then you will have learned your lesson."

His eyes filled with panic again, and his horn began tweeting as he was pulled back into the clock. She had debated with herself whether she should warn him it was a twenty four hour clock or let him figure it out himself, but figured the surprise may help drive the point home. She admitted to herself that this punishment may have been a bit harsh, but she HATED the "Time to get a watch" joke. Technically, she had gotten a clock and not a watch, but she figured the point came across. 

These two were far from her only toys. Each door in her "house" lead to another, allowing her to appear in various forms to play with them whenever she wanted. The closest to her meeting was the one that brought her to Rebecca and Matilda, two former bullies who now had to spend a semester dressed like adult babies in public as part of a bizarre Home Economics, Nursing, and Acting course of her own design.

Most of the others were at the same college as the now diaper filling former bullies. She had spent a lot of effort building her influence there to allow her games to continue without attracting too much outside attention, and the university system allowed an ever changing pool of targets for her games. She knew she had a time to make, but she couldn't help but admire her toys behind each door.

One was a short, effeminate looking twenty one year old boy. As a first year, hadn't quite learned to treat women with respect. So, when he returned for his second year, he found all his clothes replaced with feminine ones, his name changed, and a witch with a strap always nearby to ensure he dressed and acted appropriately. He also found all the other male students suddenly started treating him the way he treated others, and struggled to keep the constant hands out of his skirts. 

Another was his counterpart. She was a wealthy, beautiful woman, and had gotten far to vain with her appearance and fashionable clothes. Now her favorite skirts were replaced with the ugliest male clothes, her figure hidden, and the admiration she had from others turned to laughter behind her back.

Of course, it wasn't only the possibly androgenous people she liked to cross dress. Another was a 6'4 quarterback with large, bulging muscles. As Doctor Bruxa, he had caught him trying to cheat on one of her tests, and found he was extremally disrespectful when caught. So now he spent every Tuesday dressed as a school girl, taking a nearly impossible test. The answers were written on the walls around him, but every time he looked up to see them, she pulled him over his desk for a spanking on his pantied behind. When the test was done, he got another spank for each wrong answer, and told to try again the next week. Right now she saw him in a locker room, chatting with his teammates. Smiling to herself, she moved her hand back and forward in a spanking motion. He jumped and looked behind himself, but there was nothing for him to see. He figured out quickly what was going on, blushed, and tried to continue as if it hadn't happened. She giggled as she rubbed and smacked him a few more times, and his blush grew deeper and deeper. She them closed the door, and moved on.

Her phone buzzed, and she looked at it. "Reminder: meeting in 10 minutes" was on the screen. "Fuck," she said. She would have loved to play with her toys some more, but had to hurry.

Finally, she reached her destination. She opened the door and walked out onto a sunny but cool day in the middle of a University campus. It was the beginning of the winter to spring semester, and students were moving toward an "coming home" rally on the University's main green.

Though the air was chilled and fresh, she had deliberately picked a more temperate area for her playground, and used her magic to ensure it was always just warm enough for the students to wear the latest fashions- as determined by her. She liked to keep the students dressed so that she could determine who had the best build for her games, and of course to make the results of those games harder to hide. Light, short cut coats, low cut shirts and skin tight pants or short skirts were always in style for winter dress here, and most of the students and professors dressed accordingly.

The biggest exceptions to this rule was approaching her. She could sense wherever they were, and looked over to see four oversized strollers, each containing and grown adult in the least fashionable possible clothes. They each wore thick, brightly patterned winter coats over even thicker diapers that bulged from under footed onesies. Adding insult to injury, each was required to constantly suck a pacifier and hold dolls and teddy bears, completing the humiliating look that had destroyed any chance of them becoming bullies again on campus. The pairs pushing the strollers were the witch's students, though they only recognized her in the form of "Dr Bruxa."

The two former bullies, however, recognized her in whatever form she was in. As soon as they saw her, they became outraged, and began struggling in their strollers, trying to shout at her, grab at her, anything at all to take their anger out. A bit of magic kept the straps of their strollers and the pacifiers in their mouths firmly in place, holding them down and turning their shouted insults into muffled noises. From the perspective of their caretakers, they were throwing random tantrums, and they rushed around to try to settle them down.

The witch giggled. She winked at them, then put a hand to her mouth and blew a kiss. This enraged them even more, and they both glared and held up mittened hands, as if daring her to guess which finger they were holding up inside their suits.

Of course, the witch couldn't let the intended insult stand, hilarious and silly as it was. So, she reached out a bit of the same magic she had given to Rebecca, and took control of their stomachs. 

When Rebecca had this same power, she had a first tried to use it sparingly to not attract attention, before increasing the amounts as she got angrier and angrier at Matilda. However, the witch had years of experience, and knew how to use it to a level Rebecca never did. Her two toys were about to find out the difference.

BRRAAPPT- both toys stopped their tantrum as a sound loud enough to halt the dozens of students moving by came from their diapers. They both turned pale, and a moment of terror moved over their faces as they realized their mistakes. That look changed to pain then relief in a repeating pattern as their guts repeatedly cramped up then emptied their contends directly into their diapers. Realizing it wasn't stopping as quickly as they hopped, they began panicking again, and started to struggle and kick as their diapers inflated around them. After a moments consideration, she waved a hand and extended the same spell to the two other, voluntary adult babies, considering it a treat to them. Soon, all four were loudly and visibly messing their diapers.

"MMM MMM!" they shouted from behind their pacifiers, struggling to say "no" or beg the witch to end their punishment. They stared at her with tears in pleading, helpless eyes, but she continued. The noises kept coming, getting even louder as a crowed gathered to watch.

The witch's own face turned from laughter to hard stone as she met their begging eyes. By the time she was done with them at the end of the semester, she would ensure they had learned some respect. They would come to her, thanking her for her kindness, praising the valuable lessons she had taught them. Not only that, they would learn to realize this is what they deserved, and beg her to continue to punish them in the same way if they ever showed any arrogance again.

Finally, she cut it off. She didn't have all day to punish her toys, and they had their new caretakers to do it in her stead. While they had paid for the disrespect to the witch, the tantrum itself was disrespectful to their "mommies" and "daddies," and needed to be stopped. While the lessons discouraged corporal punishment in real life cases, as the test subjects here were real adults, more old fashioned forms of discipline were encouraged.

So, both pairs of "mommies" and "daddies," unbuckled their once again panic stricken wards. Rebecca and Matilda whined and struggled as they were dragged out of their strollers and and turned over their daddies' laps. The witch had noted the budge under their onesies before, but now their lumpy diapers bulged even further behind them, stretching the back flap of their onesies. Their caretakers undid the flaps, bringing more laughter at the site of their stained underwear. Their caretakers first turned their heads away in disgust at the smell, then began spanking.

The other two voluntary subjects watched. They looked at each other, then also in unison, started faking their own 'tantrums.' A moment later, and four brown diapers were getting publicly spanked.

Instead, she decided to ensure she'd be able to have fun with them later. She put her magic into the minds of the caretakers, who would forget about the state of their stinky wards' diapers as soon as the spanking was done. They would remember at the rally, leading to much more public, and therefore much more humiliating, diaper changes the witch could watch. She laughed to herself. She took the same spell that had made them mess themselves, put it on a delay, and lowered it onto each sub again.

The result, if she planned it right and if her knowledge of the caretaker's preparation was correct, would be this. From the perspective of the submissive, they'd be sat back into their stroller in full diapers, and have to writhe uncomfortably and deal with the smell as they passed through crowds of people, all of whom would be able to tell why. They'd then get changed in front of those same crowds, only to helplessly mess again just as they were being lowered back into their strollers. As their caretakers would have used their spare diapers and wouldn't have time to return to the dorms, this meant they'd spend the afternoon classes messy. 

The caretakers would assume that it was something they had fed their "babies." The willing subjects would be scared and confused at first but eventually turn it into a good memory that fit perfectly into their kinks. For Matilda and Rebecca, however, it was a valuable lesson: Don't mess with the witches.

Her phone buzzed, and she looked at it. "Reminder: meeting in 10 minutes" was on the screen. "Fuck," she said. She he had to hurry. She knew there should be other ways, perhaps by slowing time, or changing the time of the meeting, but at the moment her mind felt a bit foggy and she couldn't think of them.

She walked into the Art's department. It was mainly empty now, as most students and professors were heading toward the rally. Her meeting was with a Vice Dean, Dr. Aosi who worked with the witch's "Dr Bruxa" form.

She switched bodies in the empty hallway, and walked into a large office full of padded oak furniture and shelves covered with old books.

"Dr. Bruxa!" the vice dean said. She was a tall, statuesque woman, who always wore all black and smiled as if she knew something no one else did. "Please, have a seat."

"Dr. Aosi, pleased to see you again," the witch responded. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Dr. Aosi smiled. She put her elbows on the table and folded her arms into a triangle shape, then lowered her head to her hands.

The witch gasped. Dr. Aosi was using magic. It was powerful magic, possibly even more powerful then her own.

A second later, and her appearance had changed. She was shorter, her hair longer, and...

"Hello Ma'am, I didn't know that was you," the witch said to the head of her order. She quickly changed to her normal form.

"I know you didn't," she smiled. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been acting quite the same way, would you?"

"Well I... Uh..." words came to her head but they failed on her tongue. Instead, she stuttered like one of her own submissives facing punishment, before finally blurting out a weak "What do you mean?"

The head of her order waved a hand in the air. Part of the air turned blurry, then crystal, and visions of all of the witch's toys began flashing through. "I mean the games you've been playing. Reducing people to wearing diapers and acting like babies, forcibly cross dressing people, taking them into rooms full of bondage gear, feeding them dog food, messing with an entire university's curriculum and social atmosphere to fit your games, not to mention what you did to an entire city with your "Karma" book. We've been watching it all closely." Images of each appeare

The witch swallowed. "Yes, I uhhh..." she swallowed again. "I know," she lied. "I expected that. Everything I did was well within our rights. Its no different then the former thieves you used as furniture in your garden party, or your sister's kennel full of "Cats," "dogs," and "bunnies." I'm not even the only one to diaper them, several of us have "babies." It has always been within our realm to take normal humans as submissives, I've done nothing against our rules. Ma'am." She added the last word at the last second.

The head of her order smiled. "Yes, that may be true."

The witch smiled in relief.

"If you had any idea of proportion while doing it."

Her smile faded.

The other witch put her hands back into the triangle. "The people I punished were thieves- actual criminals. Most of my sister's pets are the same. Others are willing participants, others had milder offences but were punished briefly. Some were trespassing or actively challenged the witches- which we all decided, due to the danger associated to us all, was enough. If it happened that a witch played with someone who had no serious charge, the games would be short and there would be compensation of some kind."

"What you are doing is way out of proportion. Girls spending months treated as babies for teasing each other. Long, painful punishments for tiny issues. That guy you had in a clock because he made a joke about you getting a watch. An entire university twisted around to match your games, with much of it outright in public where any normal human can see. In no cases are people compensated or have any kind of payment. We were even willing to give your "Karma" book a blind eye because the person who caused the issues ended up getting a comeuppance while the others forgot, but this... this is way out of proportion."

The witch's mouth hung open. "I... I apologize Ma'am."

"Unfortunately that isn't enough, and you've been warned before. We've all decided there has to be some kind of 'lesson,' do you understand?'

The witch nodded.

"Good girl. Now, as to your punishment."

The witch felt an object fall on her like a blanket of air. She gasped. "My magic! You took my magic!"

"Indeed I did. Don't worry, you will get it back at the end of the semester."

"No please! I can't go on without my magic! I need it, I..." She tried to think of something she could use. "My subs! They still have ongoing spells!"

She waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, they will be taken care of as we take care of you. You get through your punishment, and your magic will be returned, with an oath that you won't misuse it again or you will find your temporary role permanent."

The witch nodded. She was horrified by the prospect, but there was no way to move on. "What is my punishment?"

Now, do you remember that cute boy form you used in Tweedelbow's class?"

The Head Witch smiled. "Well, you see, as head of your, or really Dr. Bruxa's department, I do have one issue. That little game you played has a gender imbalance."

"Gender imbalance?" The witch asked.

"Exactly. Three girls, one guy. While your spells insured the existence of the 'class' itself is accepted, having it only be formerly popular girls in the role of "baby" doesn't exactly work with a lot of groups. So, we need another boy. Or, at least, someone our potential critics would believe is a boy."

The witch stared at her blankly, trying to hide her terror. Realistically, it made no sense. There were dozens of ways to avoid that problem if it ever came up. However, much like the weak justifications she gave to her submissive, the other witches liked to pretend there was a basic logic behind their choices, even if they  just wanted control over others. However, her only way out was to play the game.

"What does that have to do with me?" she asked.

"Do you remember that cute boy form you used for Ms. Tweedelbow's classes?"

The witch gulped, then nodded. "His name is Tim," she said.

"Good girl," She snapped her fingers.

The witch, now Tim, felt her body forcibly transformed. Her figure flattened into that of a young man, her hair became shorter, and her face changed to soft masculine features.

"Please don't do this! Please don't make me... UGH!"

She had to stop talking as she felt herself gagged. She looked down at her mouth. Part of her already knew what she'd find, but she was still horrified to see the oversized pacifier gagging her.

"Now, isn't that a cute look for you? Very fitting." The Head Witch said.

Tim folded her hands in front of her, eyes pleading for mercy.

The head witch only laughed. "Awww isn't that cute? Sucking your pacifier as you pout? You'll make a good adult baby boy for this."

She snapped her fingers again. Tim moaned as she felt her clothes change. Her underwear thickened, her black clothes became a baby blue, and the jean material became a soft cotton. In a second she was dressed exactly as her submissives- in a long footed onesie, colorful winter coat with rabbit ears sticking out of the top, and of course her thick, plastic diaper.

She looked at the head witch, hoping for some kind of mercy. Perhaps it was a game, or just a joke, and her powers would be returned that day.

Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. "No, this isn't going to end now in some kind of joke," the Head Witch said. "You will soon be 'adopted' by a pair of students- just like your former wards. You will live exactly as they do, with all the things you set up for them. You will be dressed and taken care of like a baby in public, pushed around in strollers, fed bottles in high chairs, sleep in a crib, and get punished with spankings, corner times, mouth soaping, and other fun things you yourself cooked up. And of course, your favorite part- you will be soaking and filling those diapers of yours every day, and getting changed by your caretakers. As part of your own rules and to be fair to your victims, they are the only people who will recognize you from your other forms, so they will know you are being punished for what you did to them."

"At the end, if we decide you've learned your lesson, your magic will be returned. If not, or if you try to go overboard again, you will find this punishment extended or become permanent. In a worse case scenario, if you keep returning to your previous extremities, you will instead be adopted by one of the witches, and live as a diapered plaything in our world. Sound fun?"

Tim, fighting back tears, shook her head.

"Good boy. Then I think its time for you to go to the rally with your new mommy and daddy. Try not to throw a tantrum like they did if you don't want to be spanked! Have fun! Paul, Samantha? We found a candidate for you!"

The door to the office swung open, and Tim looked as two students came running in.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" The girl who Tim assumed was Samantha, and now her new "mommy," said. "Oh my god! And he's so cute! He's like perfect for this role!"

Her new daddy Paul knelt down in front of her. "I know! Look at that face! Its like he was made for diapers and onesies!" he reached out and pinched Tim's cheeks. "Come on little guy, your stroller is waiting outside!"

He reached down and picked the former witch up by the waist, and pulled her in. She ended up with with her head over his shoulder, her legs around his stomach, and his arms around her as he gently patted her diapered bottom and carried her out the door.

"Oh, almost forgot, one more thing Tim," The head witch, now back to Dr. Aosi said. Her Daddy stopped walking, and she looked up. "Do you remember that little favor you did for the other four? That now applies to you as well. Enjoy!"

Tim looked at her, confused at first. Then the memory hit. "@*(#@!" she shouted as her stomach turned, and she felt her bowels prepare to fill her diaper.

"Now now, no swearing, or we'll have to spank you and rinse your mouth out with soap like Dr. Bruxa said" her mommy chided, but the sound was drowned out by "Tim" loudly filling her diapers.