[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.]
“Hey, Charlie?”
Charlie didn’t immediately answer, she was pretty consumed with searching for the ectoplasm, but after a few seconds, she did look back at Zoe.
“Yeah? Did you find it?” She asked.
“Oh, uh, no, sorry,” Zoe said. “I just wanted to ask you something, if that’s okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Go ahead,” Charlie said and went back to searching. Zoe hesitated for a second, then did the same, asking her question while she looked.
“What exactly are you and Alma doing here?” She asked.
“I look for Supernatural Sweets. They’re magic sweets that can do all kinds of stuff for the people who eat them - like, the one we’re looking for right now is the Treat Truffle, it’s supposed to give really good luck,” she said with a little sigh at the end, clearly not feeling the luck at this very moment. Normally, Charlie would be happy to launch into a much more exited, voluminous description about all the incredible things she’d seen Supernatural Sweets accomplish, but she was fairly preoccupied right now. “So I go around searching for info on them and ways to make them and Alma is like, my assistant-slash-partner-slash-bodyguard? She’s doing it as part of her witch training.”
“Oh…” Zoe thought for a second. “So you travel all over the place looking for magic stuff? That must be exciting. And scary.”
“It is,” Charlie said with a nod, but, a smile came to her face. “It’s both. It’s a lot of fun, too. Some parts of it are, uh, obviously more fun than others,” she said, letting out a wry laugh and gesturing to herself. Zoe gave a small, sympathetic smile. She saw the irony, but it didn’t feel that funny to either of them at the moment. “So what about you? What’s your story, how’d you end up here?”
“Uh, well.” Zoe started. She cleared her throat. “I left home to go to school. It was my first time out on my own. My friends and I didn’t like big parties and, well, we usually couldn’t get invited anyway. So, we would find places nobody would bug us to go instead. We thought this would be a funny place to do it. One of my friends kept talking about how ironic and post-modern it would be to party in an abandoned daycare. So, we partied here, and the girls caught us…uhm.” She grimaced. “Really easily, cause we’d spent all night drinking and smoking pot,” she said, sounding a little embarrassed. “Like, I don’t think you understand how much you guys are making them work, it’s so much easier for them usually.” At that, she did let out a genuinely mirthful little laugh, if a self-deprecating one.
“Then, um. Obviously, Ida enrolled all of us after that. She let my friends go one by one over the next few months, but.” She shrugged. “The ghosts like me and they don’t wanna let me go.”
“You mentioned it was going ‘slow’ before,” Charlie recalled. “But. I dunno. I’ve seen the ‘keep you and baby you forever’ thing before and after talkin’ to her a couple times, I really don’t get that vibe off of Ida.”
“You’ve — you’ve seen that before?” Zoe asked, a little nervously.
“Uh. Lemme put it this way,” Charlie said. “If you ever see a lady with horns and a tail, don’t walk, RUN, in the opposite direction.” Zoe blinked a few times. She wasn’t sure what to do what that knowledge, but it made her feel a bit uneasy.
“Um. Anyway. I mean, you’re probably right. Ida’s not really like that. She’s really nice, actually. But I guess I haven’t really pushed for it as hard as I could’ve or as hard as my friends did,” she admitted. Then, she let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders. “But at this point, it doesn’t really matter. The other ghosts — the girls. They have…levers, that they can use on me.”
“What’s that mean?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, briefly stopping her search. Zoe just waved a hand and kinda laughed it off.
“It’s fine, I guess. I was never that sure I was really meant for the whole ‘grown-up’ life anyway.” She looked around. “Living with Ida and the ghosts, I know where I stand, at least.” Charlie stared at her, an unhappy grimace on her face. It was clear she wasn’t happy with that, but she also didn’t know how to press on it at the moment. She still had a lot of other stuff to worry about if she was gonna even save herself and Alma, who didn’t want to be here. She couldn’t begin to see a window to how she was gonna help Zoe, who seemed pretty convinced that this was just her lot in life.
Either way, Zoe seemed to sense the discomfort and quickly changed the subject.
“So, I guess this is probably the worst time you’ve ever had looking for one of these sweets, huh?” She asked. Charlie paused for a second to think about it, but didn’t seem to need more than that.
“I’m not so sure about that,” she said. “This ain’t the first time I’ve had to deal with this kind of situation. So far, things aren’t totally out of control, at least.”
“So, you don’t regret coming here?” Zoe asked, sounding a little confused.
“I regret letting Alma get captured.” Charlie sighed. “That part really, really sucks, I feel like a total bozo for letting that happen to her. I really gotta fix that. But, besides that? No, I don’t really regret it.” She looked at Zoe. Maybe she suddenly had that window she needed. “That’s life, Zoe. You get into trouble and you get out of it. You can mess up and fall behind and stumble and suck at stuff as much as you want. There’s just two important things y’gotta do.” She held up two fingers. “Y’always get back up, and y’always make sure y’learn somethin’ from it.” A smile tried to tug at her lips. “If that makes any sense. I dunno. I’m just ramblin’.”
Zoe looked Charlie in the eye for a moment, but, she swallowed and looked down.
“M-maybe,” she said, as noncommittal as possible, but Charlie let out a sigh. She could tell when words bounced off of someone who wasn’t ready to hear them. “So, uh. You said you think you can break the hypnosis on Alma?” She asked, quickly changing the subject again. “How’re you planning to do that?” Not seeing any point in pressing Zoe further, Charlie just answered.
“Well. We’re gonna make something called Forget-Me-Knot spice. Normally, the knot is a whole thing, it’s kinda like a garlic knot? But instead of garlic, you use — whatever. Not the point.” She waved a hand. “We’re just gonna make the spice. It like. It helps you remember stuff that your brain knows it should remember. It’s used as a memory aid, usually, but in a pinch, it’s really good at breaking certain kinds of hypnosis, since all the popular, sexy kinds’a hypnosis tend to target the memory center of the brain somehow,” Charlie explained, tapping her head a few times.
“Wow…” Zoe murmured. She was impressed. Charlie smiled, she tended to have that effect on people. Her exuberant and headstrong nature (which Charlie freely admitted got her into more trouble than not) usually meant people were surprised when she actually knew some stuff. “And that’ll work? And we can make it here?”
“If we can get it close enough to Alma, it should work. It’d be great if just the scent was enough, but, it’ll definitely work if she tastes it. And we can make it here, we just need a bit more ectoplasm for the enchantment…” She grinned. “And some ginger. That gives it the zing!” That got a giggle out of Zoe.
“I think Ida keeps the ginger on the top shelf. Maybe there’ll be some more ectoplasm there, too? Here, I’ll get…” She murmured and walked over to the kitchen table, grabbing a chair out from under it and dragging it across the floor over to the cupboards. “A chair! You can stand on this!” Charlie squinted at the chair in suspicion. She waved Zoe away from the chair, raised up her stun baton and gave the chair a jab. It rattled back and forth a bit, the way an old chair was wont to do, but otherwise remained a chair.
“Had to be sure,” Charlie said, clearing her throat.
“I understand.” Zoe nodded. She then held the chair steady while Charlie climbed on top of it. She rooted through the cupboards for a moment.
“Bingo!” Charlie grinned. “There’s the last of the ectoplasm I need…” She said, sweeping up the translucent ghostly matter with her hand. “And there’s the ginger! Ha, it’s even fresh!” She said as she grabbed the jar of ginger and twisted the top off. “Is Ida going on grocery runs or something?” Zoe blinked.
“…honestly, I never thought about it. But I guess she must be?” Zoe said. “She makes real food, like, not just for me. The girls don’t need to eat, but she still makes food for them every day, so she must be getting it from somewhere.”
“Eheheh, that’s funny!” Charlie said, feeling considerably more cheerful now that she was a bit more hopeful about their situation. “Maybe we’ll ask her about it after we get outta here,” she said as she mixed the ectoplasm into the ginger jar and shook it up a bit. “Meanwhile, this is probably the jankiest batch of this stuff ever made, but I think…it should work. Do I got any pockets here? Ah, whatever,” She muttered and shoved the small spice jar into her bloomers only a little haphazardly.
“Alright, we got the spice, now all we gotta do is find Alma and use it on her. Easy,” Charlie said with a sigh. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that last part. “Hey, Zoe, I’m not gonna ask y’to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you could just gimme an idea where you think she might be, I’d really appreciate it, but seriously. Don’t do anything that’s gonna cause trouble for yourself, I got me and Alma into this, I’ll get us out.”
Another few seconds went by with no response. Charlie swallowed. Somewhere while she was talking, she realized that Zoe’s hands weren’t steadying the chair anymore.
“You know y’don’t have to do this.”
She turned her head and looked back down Zoe had grabbed a second chair and moved it next to the first one. Charlie was pretty sure she saw tears forming in the girl’s eyes.
“I really wish that was true,” she said. She sniffled once. Then she grabbed Charlie’s leg and pulled it out from under her.
Charlie fell over and roughly landed in the second chair. A pink puff of smoke surrounded her as the chair changed shape. A tray slammed shut over her arms, trapping them against her torso and a strap came up and buckled her into the seat. The strap rode up pretty hard between her legs, squeezing her diaper’s padding against her.
For the second time that night, she was being strapped into a piece of furniture that had been disguised as something else. This time, she was locked into a high chair.
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“Hhh!”
Alma forced herself to quiet her breathing as she ducked into an empty room and flattened herself against the wall behind the door. She brought her hands together.
‘Really wish I had my bat!’ She complained to herself as she wove the fingers on her left hand around the knuckles on her right hand repeatedly. Then, she did the same from the opposite side, weaving the right hand around the left. She knocked her fists together a couple of times and stared at the door. She waited, sweat building on her brow for that figure to come through the door.
“Has anybody seen Alma in here?”
Instead, Ida poked her head through the wall next to Alma.
“Gaaaah!” Alma screamed. She immediately swung at the side of Ida’s head. The force spell she’d woven around her hand shot off of her and knocked Ida backwards.
“Whooof! Well, that’s a stiff hello!” Ida said, raising her hands up and adjusting her hair.
“HRAAAAAAAH!” Alma roared, pulling her other hand back and swinging it as hard as she could. This force push came off of her hand stronger and hit harder, landing right in the ghost nanny’s chest and stomach.
“Oooourrfff!” Ida groaned out as she tried to brace herself. She wasn’t kidding that time, that one had really stung. She let out a little cough into her hand. Alma was already fleeing back out the door.
“Okay. Alma likes to play rough! Hehe, that’s fine…!” Ida said to herself as she rubbed her stomach. “Nana likes rough girls too, sweetie!” She said as she finished catching her non-existent breath and floated after her.
‘Crap, crap crap, ew ew ew, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!’ Alma’s eyes were wide and buggy as she looked for anything that could give her any kind of edge against Alma. She’d spent how much of her life training for something like this? A fight against a formidable supernatural opponent? But only now did she understand how bad of a number those ghost girls and Zoe had done on her. She could barely even remember the spells she knew because her head was still half-fogged up. She also really could not overstress, when she had imagined this scenario in her head all those times while she was training to become a witch, none of those hypothetical climactic battles involved her running around with a load of her own mess hugging her butt and squishing against her every single step she took. It really didn’t help her feel like she had any sort of a handle on the situation.
She turned a corner, briefly getting her out of Ida’s line of sight. She looked around. Hiding in the rooms wasn’t working. She could hide in the closet again, but if Ida found her in there, she’d be trapped. She looked in every direction, wracking her head, trying to think of something.
“…oh!”
She put her hands together and started muttering an incantation.
Ida rubbed her chin as she floated down the hallway. She then went backwards a few feet. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, confused.
“Now, I know I saw you go around this corner, sweetie,” Ida huffed. “But you’re not here…” She went halfway into a wall to check a room. “I don’t think you’re here.” She opened up a closet door. “Did you double back somehow and I missed you?” She let out an amused little noise. “Listen to me. I’ve lived here since before this daycare was even built and you’ve got me all turned around! You’re so clever, little Alma.” She sounded genuinely impressed as she floated away.
And up on the ceiling, Alma really wanted to let out a breath of relief, but she kept her mouth shut.
It wasn’t too complicated. Gravity reversal to put her on the ceiling. Camouflage to make her blend in with ceiling. Less effective than invisibility, but much cheaper and easier, plus with how dark the daycare was, not that big of a difference. Alma wanted to feel a little proud of herself, that she’d tricked such a powerful ghost in its own territory, but this just solved the immediate problem, not any of her other ones. Ida was still looking for her and Alma still had no idea where Charlie was. She winced.
‘Ugh, do I just run? Do I just drop and bolt for the exit or jump out a window or something? I can’t just ditch Charlie, though, my whole job is to protect her! But at least if I leave for a few hours, I can get changed and clear my head and come back more prepared.’ She knocked her own head a couple times, then she shook her head emphatically.
“No. No. I’m not leaving without Charlie. Not an option,” she muttered just to herself.
“Awww. That’s very sweet, Alma.”
Alma gasped. That was all she had time to do before a pair of arms swooped out of the ceiling and wrapped around her.
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