#mdlglittle

[diapydemon]

Mommy’s Help

“Why the pouty face, sweet pea?” She jiggled the spreader bar forcing your ankles apart, “This is all for your own good, remember?”

“Just think about how fun your new life with mommy is going to be after we get you broken in!”

“MMMHGYUDFFY” you groan from behind the paci-gag.

“Exactly,” she smiles at you, “just think how expressive you’ll feel baby talking with words like ‘baba’ and ‘diapie’ after only being able to helplessly moan past your paci-gag. It’ll be so much fun for you!”

“Speaking of your diapie,” she squished the slightly soggy padding hugging your private parts, “think about how much easier it will be for you to do your pee-pees and poo-poos after you completely give up on the potty! After all, it’s not like you can use the potty in your snuggle jacket. Not that you’re mature enough to use the big kid potty anyway, but still — this will help.”

“MMMHXIJS,” you helplessly sputter from behind the paci-gag.

“Oh I know Sweet Pea,” she giggles as she pretends to understand your baby babble, “But just think about how much fun you’ll have playing with blocks and stacking colorful plastic rings in your play pen after not being able to move your naughty little arms for so long. You’re going to positively love playtime!”

“Grrmmhgf,” you grumble.

“And if you don’t,” she flashes a lovingly sadistic grin, “mommy can always just put u back in your snuggle jacket, leg spreader, and paci-gag until you do.”

You gulped as you realized you were already looking forward to the freedoms that came with infantile play time and baby talking.

“Don’t worry Sweet Pea,” Mommy brushed your cheek with gentle fingers, “Mommy knew what was best for you from the moment I first saw you at the bar. Now, you just need to let me help you.”

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As Always, All Characters Depicted are 18+

Credit to @Jerrert for art.

[frozen-coffee-chaos]

Tfw the edible hits so now you’re horny and hungry yes I censored my face, no I won’t uncensor it

[frozen-coffee-chaos]

My favorite coping skill is to be strap fucked or overstimulated until I have no more thoughts. Any takers?

[cvntdog]

Being so deep into little/sub space all I can get out are babbles after I cum

[diapydemon]

A Little Magick, Chapter 5

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Content Warning: ABDL, MDLB, MDLG, Manipulation, Fantasy Violence

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Chapter 5: Field Trip Gone Wrong

Read Chapter 4 here.

“Have you ever been to the Belatras Gardens?”

“No actually.”

“Well, it’s pretty unique, even for a dungeon,” Alveria explained, “most other dungeons have a consistent progression; the second level down is a bit more dangerous than the first, and so on, but the Belatras Gardens are different. The top six are all relatively safe, but the lower six all pose a higher threat.”

“So what level are we going to?” I asked eagerly, “Level 7 to slay monsters with fireballs?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, cutie,” Alveria chuckled, “we’re just going to the first floor to collect some magik flowers that I need for my potions store.”

“Oh.” I hoped my disappointment wasn’t totally transparent.

“Hey, this will be a great chance to practice your Silver Mirror runes.” Alveria tussled my hair, “You’ve come a long way in the last few days; you don’t even throw temper tantrums anymore!”

I blushed.

“It will be a great opportunity for you to perceive the magical frequency that dungeon fauna produces, so I still want you to take it seriously.”

“I will,” I grinned. The prospect of observing a dungeon in a whole new way did a lot to dissolve my earlier disappointment.

“Good. I also want you to wear a couple things when we go into the dungeon for safety reasons.”

“…what kind of things?” I asked with a speck of trepidation; these kinds of requests from Alveria tended to be infantalizing.

“Well first, I want you to wear a protective talisman I made. It will soften physical blows and lesson magical effects. Also, it’ll help me find you in case something happens.”

“Oh, cool!” I don’t know why I was worried; this magical artifact sounded useful and powerful.

Then, she produced a pacifier clip with an oversized binky attached to it. I guess I spoke too soon.

“Just clip this to your clothes and you’ll be under the protection of the talisman.”

“But does it have to be a pacifier?”

“It has added functionality,” Alveria shrugged. “if you put it in your mouth, it should help calm you and recenter yourself.”

“Is… is it enchanted to do that?”

“No silly,” Alveria laughed as if I had asked something ridiculous, “Pacis just do that.”

“Right… thanks.”

“And there is one other thing…”

“What is it?” Her tone made me nervous.

“Well, there’s no bathrooms in the dungeon…”

“Ms. Alveria, no!”

“Calm down cutie, you haven’t even heard what I’m suggesting yet.”

“You want to put me in another diaper!”

“It wasn’t such a bad idea last time.”

“That’s no fair!” I protested, “you know I only had an accident because it was my first time using magik!”

“And that turned out to be a good idea.”

I fumed silently, trying —and failing— to think of a logical response more compelling than ‘I don’t wanna’.

“Here,” Alveria moved fast, popping the pacifier into my mouth in one fluid motion, “doesn’t that feel better?”

I refused to admit that it did.

“Look cutie, you don’t have to use it if you don’t need it. But if you do need it, it’ll be nice to have. Just trust me, ok?”

Alveria had saved me from dozens of monsters and had been by my side through twice as many combat encounters. At the end of the day, I trust her.

“Okay,” I sighed.

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Unlike most of the dungeons I’ve visited in my relatively short career, this dungeon was gorgeous in ways that others just weren’t. In place of glowing caverns, ancient ruins, and magically manifested colosseums, this dungeon was overflowing with different magical fauna that would never coexist in the same ecosystem otherwise. It was an arboretum filled with dancing palm trees, bouncing evergreens, and a plethora of flowers with pedals that changed colors in a way I could only describe as psychedelic.

“Woah…” I paused my slight waddle of a walk to take it all in.

“See cutie,” Alveria grinned at the obvious awe on my face, “I knew you wouldn’t be disappointed.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “this place is gorgeous!”

“Isn’t it?” Alveria frowned as she glanced around the floor, “though, there’s usually more people here. Since it’s pretty safe, even some non-adventurers come here to enjoy the sites.”

“I see why,” I glanced around, “but there’s literally no one here.”

“I know,” Alveria’s lips tightened, “Oh well. I guess we have the whole place to ourselves today.”

“Cool.”

“I wouldn’t be so excited, cutie,” Alveria blipped a worksheet and a crayon into existence with her magik, “now you can’t ask people for help on the scavenger hunt.”

“A scavenger hunt?”

“Yep,” she smiled at me, “don’t worry; it’ll be fun! There’s even a prize if you finish the whole thing! You just have to find and identify different fauna based on their magical frequencies and check them off the list. It’ll help you hone your magik sense, which is foundational to quickly understanding more complex spell craft.”

“Right,” I nodded, “so take this seriously.”

“Mhmmm,” she confirmed.

“If you need anything —and I do mean anything,” her eyes lingered on my padded crotch, “I’ll be on this floor collecting ingredients. The first floor isn’t too huge, so come find me, or I’ll come find you.”

“Sounds good.” I appreciated the autonomy, regardless of how limited it was.

Alveria soon wandered off on her errands, and I was left to explore the dungeon. I concentrated the magik in my aura on my fingertips and traced the Silver Mirror rune into the air before enchanting my ears with it.

This dungeon already felt like another world before, but being able to hear all the fauna’s magical frequencies created an even more transcendent experience.

I looked down at my scavenger hunt. The bouncing evergreens were the easiest to place. They made a low ‘O’ sound when they compressed and a higher pitched ‘O’ sound when they sprung back up.

I continued exploring the gardens and completing my scavenger hunt. I was only three away from completing the entire thing before Alveria approached me.

“Hey cutie,” she held a satchel stuffed with flower pedals, bark, and leaves, “how’s the scavenger hunt going?”

“Good!” I held up the worksheet, “I only have three left!”

“That’s fantastic cutie,” she casually grabbed the waist band of my plated pants and pulled them back to eye my diaper, “you’re doing so great!”

“M-ms. Alveria!” I staggered as I realized she just casually checked to see if I had an accident.

“Oh hush, I’m just checking.”

“I could just tell you,” I grumbled.

“Well we’ve been here for awhile, and I knew you might’ve been shy.”

It was true; we had been here for a couple hours, and I did have to pee. But I refused to tell her that!

Before I could reply, our conversation was interrupted by an ominous rustle from the bushes. Soon after, we heard a breathy male voice: “Alveria? Is that you?”

A gnome dressed in all black with what seemed to be two hand-held meat tenderizers appeared from the bushes.

“Gyrfoyle!?” Alveria asked with excitement in her voice, “What’s it been? Sixty years?”

“More like 75,” Gyrfoyle corrected.

“What are you doing here?” Alveria asked, “this dungeon’s way below your pay grade.”

Gyrfoyle blinked, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“A high level cockatrice that can petrify its victims with a glance is loose in this dungeon. I’m hunting it. That’s why I thought you were here actually.”

“Oh. No,” Alveria looked over her shoulder at me, “Actually, I’m here to collect potion materials and take my apprentice on a field trip.”

The gnome leaned to one side, so he could see me past Alveria’s comparatively taller figure.

“Can you say hi, cutie?”

“Oh, uhhh hi.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he shoved his hand up at me.

I grabbed it to shake, and I immediately noticed the leathery calluses. This gnome must’ve seen many battles.

His eyes widened in shock when I grabbed his hand and our auras intermingled, though his trained features quickly reverted back to normal. Maybe I imagined it.

“Well, we should probably head home,” Alveria said.

“What?” Gyrfoyle looked up at Alveria incredulously, “You’re really not going to help?”

“We’re not ready for that. My apprentice just started learning magik and—“

“I’m sure they’re more than capable if they’ve managed to catch your attention.”

“I said no, Gyr.” Alveria growled.

I stayed silent. I hated to admit it, but Alveria was right. Cockatrices were vile creatures; massive, angry roosters that had a basilisk head in place of tail feathers. I had never fought one before, and I definitely didn’t want to start by fighting a high level cockatrice that could petrify you if you made eye contact with it.

SCREEEECCCHHHH

A horrifying screech came from down the path. A cockatrice that was thrice the height of Alveria stood atop the path, clawing at the floor with one of its talons.

“It looks like you don’t have a choice,” Gyrfoyle muttered.

The cockatrice bolted in our direction with a velocity that would’ve been impressive if it wasn’t mortally threatening. I reached for the leather handle of my sword.

“Grab hold of me!” Gyrfoyle shouted.

I was too focused on the impending cockatrice to comprehend what he said, but Alveria wasn’t; she gripped my bicep first before grabbing Gyrfoyle’s shoulder.

Gyrfoyle held the two meat tenderizer mallets in either hand and swung them against each other. I heard a metallic DING before we disappeared right before the cockatrice’s sharp beak could penetrate us. We reappeared on top of a boulder on the other side of the floor.

“Thanks,” Alveria looked at Gyrfoyle, “That’s still quite a handy trick.”

Gyrfoyle shrugged, “Close-range translocation is my specialty.”

“So cool!” I interjected, “But more importantly, how are we going to deal with this cockatrice?”

“Your apprentice is right,” Gyrfoyle nodded up at me, “this cockatrice has notable intelligence. I’ve been stalking it around this dungeon for a week. It’s probably near the exit, waiting to catch us by surprise.”

“I didn’t think Cockatrices were native to this dungeon?” Alveria asked.

“They’re not. No one knows how it got here.”

“Hmm. I can probably take it down with a ninth level lighting spell,” Alveria said, “but if it’s as strong as you say, I’ll need to catch it by surprise.”

“Right,” Gyrfoyle turned his attention to me, “and what can you cast?”

“Only a perception enhancing spell, but I used to be a duelist,” I gestured to the sword at my hip.

“Then you can get it to charge at you, and Alveria can strike it head on from up here.”

“What? No!” Alveria failed to keep her voice down, “absolutely not!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll teleport in to grab him and then teleport us both out of the way in case the lightning doesn’t kill it.”

“Why don’t you be the bait then!?” She fumed.

“I wish I could,” Gyrfoyle grumbled, “I’ve tried to lure it into too many traps that way; the cockatrice recognizes me and refuses to charge me.”

“Ms. Alveria,” I met her gaze, “I can do this. I’ll be fine.”

“Please…” she grimaced, “I can’t watch another loved one die.”

“I know, Alveria,” Gyrfoyle reassured, “and I promise I won’t let your apprentice die.”

“And I promise I won’t die.” I added.

“Alright then,” tiny wisps of lighting crackled between Alveria’s fingers, “let’s do this.”

Gyrfoyle teleported me down to the bottom of the boulder before quickly returning to the top. I recast and poured as much mana into my Silver Mirror rune as I could manage; it would be good to have higher perception for this.

“Come get me, you big fat chicken,” I slammed the brunt of my broadsword against my chest plate to create a loud noise.

Sure enough, I heard the magical frequency of the cockatrice —which was also an ear splitting screech— before it charged at me. That still didn’t prepare me for the reality of a two-ton creature charging right at me. I was actually glad Alveria put me in a diaper now; it was probably —if not definitely— wet.

I heard the clang of Gyrfoyle’s mallets, and I quickly reappeared on top of the boulder just in time to see the most intense streak of electric blue lightning I’ve ever seen emanate from Alveria’s palms. I could feel the heat of the bolt from 6 feet away. The lighting bolt struck the cockatrice right in its chest and tore a smoking hole straight through the creature.

I couldn’t help but watch as the massive monster fell onto its side. It must have felt my eyes on it, because in one final act of petty resistance, it whipped its rooster head around. Before I realized it, it was too late. I was staring into the grotesque orange pupils of the creature.

I felt my body stiffen, starting in my toes but quickly making its way up the rest of my body. I couldn’t move; I had been petrified.

“No…” I somehow heard Alveria whimper through my petrificayion. “No… no no no no no!”

“Gyrfoyle!” She snapped to him, “I know you, always prepared. You wouldn’t hunt a coockatrice without a petrification antidote, right? Right!?”

“Yes,” Gyrfoyle nodded, “I have one.”

The gnome produced a small coin purse and stuck the entire length of his arm in it. It must’ve been magik. He rummaged around for awhile before pulling out a green vile.

Gyrfoyle held the vile out to Alveria, but in a split-second decision, he pulled it back to his chest before she could take it.

“G-Gyrfoyle?”

“Alveria,” he sighed, “I… I felt something in your apprentice’s aura when I shook their hand.”

“W-what are you talking about? Give me the vile, Gyr.”

“Not until you answer my questions.”

“You’re being crazy,” Alveria reached for the vile, but Gyrfoyle easily dodged her hand.

“I know you, Alv, and I know there has to be a good reason you’re using forbidden magik.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tried and failed to swipe the vile again.

“You can be truthful with me now,” Gyrfoyle insisted, “your apprentice can’t hear anything while petrified.”

That should have been true, but I could hear them. Maybe it was the Silver Mirror runes, still dangling from my ears and dripping in my mana even in my petrified state.

“Does your apprentice know?”

“Gyr… please,” Alveria fell to her knees, and she began to sob.

“Are you using ritual based magik? That would explain the pacifier clipped to your apprentice’s gear…”

“P-please,” Alveria whimpered pathetically on the ground. Despite Gyrfoyle’s accusations, I couldn’t bear to see her in such a pained state.

“I asked,” Gyrfoyle’s voice turned more firm, “does your apprentice know?”

“N-not yet.”

“Alveria… why?”

“Because!” She threw her head back with a wail, “Do you know how fucking hard it is!? I’m one of —if not the— most powerful mages in the realm, yet I’m forced to watch loved one after loved one die again and again and again. I can heal back limbs and cure diseases, but no matter what I try, I can’t out heal old age! I can’t take it anymore Gyrfoyle, I just can’t! I love my apprentice, and I can’t watch them die. I would break. But then I had an idea: what if my loved ones never got old in the first place?”

“And you turned to forbidden magik? Ritual magik at that. Alveria, you should know better.”

“I do!” Alveria heaved, “do you know how long I’ve studied to make this safe? To make this the best, least invasive magik possible? Because I do Gyrfoyle, and it’s been an excruciatingly long time, even by Elven standards.”

“Oh Alv,” Gyrfoyle sighed.

I didn’t know if I wanted to wrap Alveria in a comforting embrace of my own or punch her in the jaw. All I felt right now was… confusion.

“You should know better,” Gyrfoyle continued, “We fought together against the cultists in the Great Demon War all those years ago, and they used ritual magik. You should know better than anyone what it can do to people.”

“I do!” Alveria insisted, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten the war. I’m doing this because of what I’ve learned from it, not in spite of it.”

“You better hope the Department of Forbidden Magic doesn’t catch you,” Gyrfoyle grumbled.

“I’m not afraid of them.” Alveria stated, “I founded that department after the war, remember? I know better than anyone that magik itself has no evil or good moral alignment; it’s how you use it.”

“Regardless, you have to tell your apprentice,” Gyrfoyle said. “Let them decide whether or not they want to continue.”

“You’re right,” Alveria’s shoulders slumped. “I’ll tell them soon, and it will be their decision. I just… I just have to get ready first.”

My choice? I didn’t even really understand what Alveria was doing to me in the first place. A part of me loved her and hated to see her suffer, even if I didn’t fully understand how or why she was suffering. Another part of me was alight with rage at whatever she’d been doing to me. The only thing I really knew right now was that I wanted to go to bed.

“Good.” Gyrfoyle grunted, “And just so you know — if the Department of Forbidden Magik doesn’t check up on you, I will.”

“Is that a threat?” Alveria asked through watery yet piercing eyes.

“No. You’re a dear friend, and I’m worried about you. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Alveria softened, “Thank you, Gyrfoyle.”

Gyrfoyle nodded, “Now wipe your tears, so we can free your apprentice.”

“Right.”

Gyrfoyle poured the contents of the vile over me, and my stone shell began cracking until it all fell off of me and exploded into dust upon impact with the ground below. I almost burst with an arsenal of barely contained questions, accusations, and insults, but —ultimately— I decided it would be best to bide my time. Especially since I didn’t fully understand what was happening.

“Good work,” Alveria couldn’t meet my eyes, “Now let’s go home.”

It was a quiet journey back to the penthouse.

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As Always, All Characters Depicted are 18+

Hi! I hope you enjoyed this chapter — it’s a bit of a departure from the usual more ABDL centric things I write, but don’t worry — more diapers and fantasy babying ahead. If you like this story, showing your support means a lot and encourages me to write more chapters faster — especially since my captions tend to get wayyyy more attention. Thanku ^^

[kitttenredcloud]

lbd and coco the bear 🤌

[blueinstardust]

welcome to blueinstardust

hello, you can call me blue !! :3

17, agender + pansexual, any prns, introverted pervert

me kissing seal bush thingy that is so cute ^

i used to be smaller but i gained like 15 pounds recently n i hate it, sorry

i have lotsa lotsa icky things in my head but i like to let them out, okay that’s it from me!!!

bye!! ^^

i hope we can be friends :3

[dumlilbinch]

im gonna rub tiger balm on my nipples and lose my mind oh no i hope an older mommy doesnt come along and exploit me 🥺

[frozen-coffee-chaos]

Idk why I need to say this BUT all the anti sex work boomers and older millennials- y’all can fuck off. Don’t follow me if you hate sex work because I am a sex worker and have been since I was 18… also hey that guy/girl providing you nudes in your dms is technically doing an act of sex work you fucking hypocrite. Speaking to you in a sexual manner and entertaining your fantasies, is technically an act of sex work you hypocrite. OH! OH! And that mentality of “I won’t pay for shit, fuck off”, pornhubs free you dickwad, don’t make me or anyone else deal with your dumbass cause a lot of women should be paid to deal with you! OH ALSO ALSO! IF YOU HAVE TRUMP ALL OVER YOUR BLOG I WILL BE BLOCKING YOU! I have zero tolerance for hatred and stupidity of that nature and level. My blog, my peace, and also my personalized community- my goal is for people to feel safe here, I’m a very mentally ill woman not scared to protect people who may need it. AND FOR FUCKS SAKE IDC ABOUT YOIR AESTHETIC HAVE YOUR GOTDAMN AGE IN YOUR BIO!!!!!

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[angelwrappedinsweetbliss]

Silly little girl withhsilkyy little heads deserve to be ruined

[cvntdog]

I want Mom to keep fucking me but she's so sleepy

[blueinstardust]

my day has been kinda bad :pp grandma js got back from hospital and poor thing got sick and i had to clean up her vomit and it felt kinda icky, but idc cuz i love her sm

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[kitttenredcloud]

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[frozen-coffee-chaos]

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[angelwrappedinsweetbliss]

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[diapydemon]

A Little Magik, Chapter 4

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Content Warning: ABDL, MDLB, MDLG, diapers, Spanking, manipulation

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Read chapter 3 here.

Chapter 4: The Magik Temper Tantrum

“Are you excited for our field trip at the end of the week?” Alveria gushed from across the desk.

“Sure, but we’re just going into a low level dungeon, right?”

Alveria frowned, “So you’re not excited?”

“No, it’s not that,” I reassured, “it’s just that we’ve been to plenty of dungeons together before.”

“True, but you’ve never been able to practice magik in a dungeon before.”

“What magik?” I gestured to the wrap around bookshelves of Alveria’s library, “I’ve spent the last two weeks singing nursery rhymes, filling in coloring sheets, and completing worksheets.”

“We really need to work on your patience, cutie,” she smiled at me, “but if you ask me extra sweetly I’ll teach you some basic, practical magik.”

I rolled my eyes, “Ms. Alveria, will you pretty, pretty please teach me some practical magik?

“Dawww, You’re just the cutest thing!” She doted, “how could I say no?”

I sighed in resignation.

“First,” she asked, “how many senses do you have?”

“Uhm… five?” I answered with some trepidation; the question felt too easy.

“Right now that’s true,” she nodded, “but certain runes open up something like a sixth sense that allows you to sense magik more easily.”

“Really?” My voice radiated curiosity, “a rune will give me a sixth sense?”

“Sort of.” Alveria explained, “do you remember how you would feel my magik on you when I would heal you or imbue you with any support magik?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “it felt gentle and warm like a nice bath.”

“Ahww thanks cutie,” she smiled at me.

For some reason that made me blush.

“Well, this rune will help you sense passive magik that isn’t directly affecting you, but is still surrounding you.”

“Ah… so this spell is good for detecting magical traps and stuff?”

“That and more! Everything that’s alive or was once alive has a magical frequency to it.”

Alveria gestured around the library with a wave, “Even these books have a magical frequency; the pages come from trees, and the leather bookcovers come from cows. As such, you can sense their magical frequency.”

“Wait,” I looked at the mahogany wooden desk, “so everything has a magical frequency then?”

“That’s right, smarty pants!”

I blushed; even after weeks of Alveria praising me like a child, I still wasn’t used to it.

“So, how do I activate this heightened sense?”

“With runes,” she smiled, “hence why I’ve been hammering them home for you the last couple weeks.”

“Cool!” I was excited, but I was still missing something: “Uhmm… I know a lot of runes and what they mean, but I still don’t know how to activate them.”

“I’m about to teach you, silly!” Alveria raised her pointer finger and began drawing the Silver Mirror rune in the air, “For more permanent spells, you need more permanent ink, but for temporary, fast-paced spells this method works fine.”

I raised my finger up in imitation of her.

“Focus on the magik aura that tingles on the edge of your skin, and imagine it welling up on your fingertip. The magik gathering there will serve as the ink that you’ll write with,” she explained.

“Now, draw the rune that I do. I’ll go slow, so you can follow along.”

My finger traced intricate curves into the air, and I could feel a small, extremely familiar magik take shape in front of me.

“Good job cutie. Now drag the rune you created through the air and over your ear. Then repeat the process for your other ear.”

I followed Alveria’s directions, and I soon felt a small magical weight that hung on my ears like dangling earrings. I immediately noticed the different auditory world I had stepped into: the mahogany table offered a low hum, the pages of the books produced intermittent chirping, and even Alveria herself produced a comforting melody.

This spell didn’t just heighten my magical sense, I could also hear non-magical sounds that I wouldn’t have been able to otherwise. I heard birds caw in the distance, pieces of conversation from merchants in the square below, and even the rustling of the gentle wind. Is this how Alveria heard the world all the time? No wonder she caught me sneaking out of bed the other night.

“This is awesome!” I exclaimed.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, but try not to overwhelm yourself too much, ok?”

“What are you talking about?,” I grinned, “I feel like I just discovered a whole new world!”

Alveria frowned, “don’t push yourself too hard; it’s still your first time and —“

“Ughhh,” I was suddenly unable to differentiate all the magik noise, and it all jumbled together into one, migraine-inducing mess of sound. I felt like I had the worst hangover of my life. On top of that, my nose started bleeding.

Before I even noticed her get up, Alveria had wrapped me in her arms.

“Shhhh, you’re okay cutie,” the warmth of her body and the magical melody of her frequency begin to overpower the asynchronous clutter, and it provided some relief. Soon, the temporary runes faded from my ears on their own, and my senses had returned to normal.

“What… what was that?”

“That,” Alveria rubbed my back while continuing her embrace, “was the first time you used magik. It’s like that for everyone, and shouldn’t be even a fourth as bad the second time.”

“Oh… ok,” I said weekly, “Well, let’s try it again.”

“No cutie,” Alveria shook her head, “I think it would be best to put you down for a nap after that.”

My eyes widened. I was just starting to make real progress, and she wanted me to stop!? And she didn’t just want me to stop, she wanted to ‘put me down for a nap’? Bullshit!

“No!” I shouted louder than I meant to, “I don’t want to nap; I want to do more magik!”

Alveria’s lips formed a thin serious line, “Cutie—“

“No!” I stood up from the chair, “No more cutie this or cutie that! I am not a baby, Alveria, and I want to learn magik; not take a nap!”

My emotions and senses were all in a jumble, so I didn’t even notice Alveria grab my wrist and pull me into her lap until it was too late. She held me down by the small of my back, and peppered my backside with a barrage of quick swats. They didn’t hurt, but the shock of being spanked completely stunned me. I felt water start to well up in my eyes.

Alveria lifted me with surprising strength —probably magically enhanced— and placed me sitting in her lap facing her.

I couldn’t raise my watery eyes to meet hers.

She raised my head with a gentle finger under my chin, “I didn’t want to have to spank you, but you were throwing a temper tantrum.”

I didn’t say anything, instead just allowing a slow tear to roll down my cheek. Alveria was right, and that didn’t help calm me down.

Alveria wiped the tear from my face, “Look cutie, I get it. Learning magik is fun and exciting, and it should be. But you’re my apprentice and responsibility. You have to trust that I have your best interest at heart and will guide you to learn at the pace you need to learn at, okay?”

“O-okay,” my crying slowed and eventually stopped.

“Now do you have anything to say to Ms. Alveria?”

“I-I’m sorry I got upset and yelled.”

“Thank you cutie, I appreciate that,” she offered a gentle smile, “I know your first time using magik can take a lot out of you, so how about we get you down for that nap.”

I nodded.

Alveria led me by the hand to my bedroom, but took me to the changing table before my bed or even wardrobe.

“��Ms. Alveria?” I asked with a shaky voice. I may have had a temper tantrum, but I did not need diapers.

“Cutie,” she squeezed my hand, “Using magik for the first time affects people in a lot of different ways. I think it would be good just in case.”

“But I—“

“Cutie,” her voice became firmer, “please don’t make me spank you again.”

I lowered my head in defeat, “O-okay Ms. Alveria.”

Soon after, I was lifted onto the changing table and my pants and underwear were gently pulled down my legs. Alveria chose an infantile diaper with cartoonish knights, castles, dragons, and princesses on it. I couldn’t say or do anything except feel the heat of my blushing cheeks. She methodically lifted my legs up and slid the diaper under me before sprinkling my groin with a generous helping of baby powder; now I didn’t just look like a baby, I smelled like one too.

Alveria then led me to the wardrobe where I was dressed in yet another magically imbued onesie. This one also had the crotch snaps to make diaper changes easier. I chose not to think about that too much.

Then she tucked me into bed and raised the bars.

“I actually have something I’ve been meaning to give you,” she smiled down at me.

“Really?”

“Mmm-hmm,” in a flash of magik Alveria produced a baby blue stuffed animal that looked like a dragon and placed him in the bed with me, “to help you fight off anymore nightmares,” she winked at me.

“T-thanks,” I hugged the stuffie.

“Sweet dreams,” Alveria planted a gentle kiss on my forehead before departing.

As she left, I felt semi-familiar magik envelop me, feeling its warmth strongest in my crotch and my arms. Where my new diaper and stuffed friend were. The magik reminded me of Alveria, but it was slightly different. I felt incredibly relaxed and began to drift to sleep. Maybe this was the strange magik in my aura. I decided it didn’t matter right now before yawning and drifting to sleep.

Read Chapter 5 here.

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