diapydemon

[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 ^^

[diapydemon]

Almost There

He was so precious. And still so shy, which was silly.

You would think working at a daycare would make me tired of taking care of little ones, but —on the contrary— I found nurturing little ones so fulfilling that I wanted to continue that with my own partner beyond the daycare.

That’s where he came in. He was submissive, suggestible, and childlike in a playful and addictive way. Not to mention adorable!

Today, like most days, I dressed him. Hence the Paw Patrol shirt; a show I know he secretly loves but refuses to admit. I also chose the khakis and belt. He was a silly boy: he refused to let me diaper him, but had no problem with me telling him when he could or couldn’t potty — something that made him feel adorably submissive.

Today I hadn’t let him potty at all, and I’ve been prompting him via text to stay hydrated, which he’s admitted to needing help with anyway. He is a good boy… mostly.

But there’s still some internal resistance, some shame and embarrassment left. Today would be the day I would break him free from all that. He’d be so much happier letting me take care of him like the sweet little diapered boy I know he is deep down. We were almost there — he just needed a little push.

That’s why I had dressed him in the belt to make getting to the potty on time harder. That’s why I had kept him overly hydrated all day and refused ti let him potty. That’s why I had snuck water pills and muscle relaxers into his lunch I packed for him.

That’s why I had asked him to come meet me at the daycare after closing time. And that’s also why his diapers sat piled high in the diaper cubby at the daycare tonight.

That brought us to this moment.

“Hey babe,” he waltzed in, “How was work?”

“Good,” I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, “How was your day?”

“Also pretty good,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to minimize the obviousness of his potty dance, “But I really have to piss! Can I please go the bathroom?”

“Piss?” I frowned, “You know how I feel about you cussing, baby.”

“S-sorry,” he squeezed his knees together, “Can I please go potty?”

“I don’t know,” I grinned with a touch of sadism, “Big boys should be able to hold it…”

“M-mommy please…” he whimpered.

As if on cue, a wet spot appeared on his crouch and started growing down his pants.

“Oh what do we have here?” I smirked as I lifted the blushy boy’s Paw Patrol shirt, “Looks like someone had an accident. Do you know what we do with kiddos who have accidents at daycare?”

“D-diaper them?” He stuttered. I was happy to see that his accident had the intended affect of blowing away his resistance.

“That’s right; you’re such a smartie!” I grabbed his wrist and his diaper as I dragged him to the changing table, “Now lie still for me, this will only take a minute.”

As expected, he was a good boy, and the diapering was quick, easy, and special. He didn’t stop blushing, even after the diapering.

“Hey sweetheart, everyone has accidents sometimes; you don’t need to feel embarrassed. How about I give you some crayons and a coloring sheet, while I go make you a bottle. Then we can cuddle as I hold you. Would all that make you feel better?”

“Y-yes mommy,” he said shyly. He really was the cutest thing.

I set him up at the toddler-sized table with a coloring sheet and crayons, and he seemed to be consumed by his art. I walked into the kitchenette to start prepping his bottle.

I smiled to myself as I tightened the nipple onto the bottle. Now that he was in diapers, he would never be getting out of them.

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to hofbondage for the artwork!

[diapydemon]

I graduate this weekend!! 🎉🍾🥳 so here’s a really old caption I wrote a long time ago to celebrate

My College Adult BabySitter

College Girl AB Baby Sitters club

I sighed as I continued the walk of shame up to my dorm. Most walks of shame happened after a one night stand or a night of intimacy with a girl, but I wasn’t even that lucky; the shame of my current trek came from failing an exam. Again. I was already on academic probation, and at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I got kicked out of college.

“College is the best time of your life!” My parents had said before I left. What a load of crap. I felt like I left my life behind in my hometown; since arriving here, I haven’t made any actual friends, unless you count the odd small talk at miscellaneous parties here and there, but those didn’t really count. So far, college has been the loneliest time of my life.

Maybe that’s why when I turned my key to open my dorm room and saw a gorgeous girl standing on the other side, I didn’t immediately kick her out. At first I wondered if she’d somehow mistaken my room for her own, but that assumption quickly evaporated when I saw her organizing things on my desk like she owned the place.

I summoned the beginning of a fake cough that died in my throat to make her aware of my presence.

“Hmm,” the gorgeous woman turned to face me, “Oh, You must be Alex! I’ve heard so much about you!”

I raised an eyebrow, “You… have?”

“Mhmmm, I have. But no one told me you’d be this cute!”

“...Really?” Something about the sweetness in her voice disarmed me while also making me cautious. If someone were to hear her from the hallway, they would assume she was talking to a child.

“Yep! Though, your room is a mess. That’s something we’re gonna have to work on, mister!” She accented her point with a surprising boop of my nose. It was a ridiculous gesture, but it was also the first contact I’d had with a woman in some time…

“Uhmmm,” I tried to blink the shock out of my face, “Who are you exactly? And why are you in my room?”

“You can call me Ms. Grace, and I’m a member of the Adult Babysitters club here on campus. I’ve been assigned to you, sweetie! We’re gonna have so much fun together!”

“Whaaaaa,” was all I could muster.

“Ahhh, you really are so cute! I can just see the gears turning in your little head! Let me explain: There are some people on campus who just aren’t quite ready to be adults, and that’s okay! Trust me, I get it; classes, living on your own, cleaning, cooking, and all this responsibility can be a lot for some people. But don’t you worry your little head because Ms. Grace is here to help!”

Her explanation was ridiculous, but I was focused on something else at the moment: “What do you mean ‘assigned to me’?”

“Oh sweetie, you’re on academic probation and there’s no signs of improvement on your transcript. We’ve also talked to all your teachers to make sure we were making the right decision. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Classes are hard, especially for little ones not quite ready to live on their own. So my job is to take care of you, so you can focus on your studies. I can also tutor you if you need!”

“So… what does all this care entail?”

“Well, for one, I’m going to help you with cleaning this icky room – it’s nothing the clean-up song can’t fix, I’m sure. Also, I’d ensure you’d be getting enough sleep and staying out of trouble by enforcing a bedtime of 9PM. I’ve also worked a consistent nap time into your schedule, so you don’t get too fussy during the day.”

“Oh good, I thought you were about to suggest something crazy,” my voice dripped with sarcasm.

“That’s not all sweetie. To make sure you don’t get up to any distracting naughtiness, I also have a key to your bathroom. Don’t worry, I’ll help you with bath time to make sure you’re the cleanest possible and I’ll also remind you to brush your teeth before your bedtime.”

Bath time with a gorgeous girl didn’t sound too bad, but I was concerned with something else: “Wait, if my bathroom is going to be locked throughout the day, where will I do my business?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” She pulled a plasticky rectangle with cartoon characters out of a bag sitting by her feet, “You’ll be doing all your business in this diaper! I live just down the hall, so I can come in and check and change you whenever you need! No need to worry about the potty now!”

I narrowed my eyes, “You’re crazy if you’re thinking I’m letting any of this happen.”

“Sweetie,” Grace’s voice hardened, “I don’t want to take this conversation to the Dean. It would be a shame if you got kicked out of college. What would your family think?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Sweetie,” Grace unfurled the diaper, “we can either do this the hard way or the easy way. Your choice.”

And that’s how I found myself in my current predicament, with a gorgeous girl rubbing baby powder into my groin and taping up a diaper around my legs.

“I just know we’re going to be the best of friends, little one!” Grace beamed at me from between my legs.

[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.

[diapydemon]

Life is like a diaper.

Sometimes it’s cute, squishy, and fun!

Other times it stinks, and you desperately need a change.

[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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A Little Magik, Chapter 3

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Content Warning: ABDL themes, MDLB, MDLG, Diapers, fantasy age gap, manipulation

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Read chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3: Magik Kindergarten

“Wakey Wakey, eggs and bakey,” I heard Alveria’s sing-song voice fill the room along with the smell of cooking bacon.

“Ughhh,” I groaned, “What time is it?”

“Time to officially start your first day as my apprentice! Aren’t you excited?”

Actually, I was quite excited to start learning magik; I couldn’t wait to sling fireballs or alleviate all the soreness in my muscles with a nonchalant wave of my fingers.

Obviously, this wasn’t quite what I was expecting…

“Welcome to Magik Kindergarten!” Alveria beamed at me from across the desk.

I sighed, “do we have to call it that?”

“Of course cutie!” she accented her insistence with a quick boop on my nose, “And since I’m your Magik Kindergarten teacher, you’ll call me Ms. Alveria.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

“Really,” She nodded. “If you want to pick up magik as quickly as a child could, you have to act like a child and convince the magik that you are a child.”

“Fine...”

“Fine, what?”

“Fine, Ms. Alveria,” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s better,” Alveria grinned, “Now I want to get started by teaching you a little song.”

“A… song?” I furrowed my brows.

“Yep, it should help you remember your rudimentary runes.”

“I don’t even know what those are.”

“Patience cutie,” she booped me on the nose again, “I haven’t had the chance to explain them yet.”

“If I likened Magik to music, runes would be the notes that make up the melody. They’re fundamental to crafting and/or countering spells. You can think of them like the ABCs of magik.”

“Hence the song?”

“Exactly! Though there are a vast number of runes, I’ll teach you some of the most quintessential and important ones.”

My pupils dilated with curiosity, “how many runes are there?”

“A lot.” Alveria shrugged, “some mages even make their own, but I don’t recommend that; at best they’re usually less efficient at casting spells compared to combinations of the already-discovered basic runes.”

“Cool.”

“Anyway, are you ready to learn your rune song?”

“Yes, Ms. Alveria…”

“Atta kiddo!” she clapped excitedly, “now let’s get started. Repeat after me, you ready?”

“Yep.”

“Ansuz, Berkano, Gebo,” she started singing to the tune of the ABC song.

“…Now I know all my runes 🎶, next time won’t you sing my tunes 🎶,” I repeated the song’s infantile ending rhyme.

“Great job cutie!” Alveria clapped for me, “now you just gotta memorize them! The song should help!”

“Really?” I frowned, “that’s it?”

“You’re so impatient,” she laughed, “it’s only your first day, so you have to learn the fundamentals first, ok?”

“Okay Ms. Alveria,” I sighed.

By my fourth repeat of the song, I felt a subtle yet ominous magik encase me. It reminded me of Alveria’s, but it was distinct. It felt more gooey… like slime that kids sometimes played with. Is this what she meant by forming a childish relationship with magik? I wasn’t even casting yet…

The rest of the magik lesson had me continue using the Rune Song to memorize the names of runes and what they meant/did on a very basic level. While it wasn’t the most engaging work, it was at least somewhat interesting; if I put in the work here, I’d eventually be able to cast a fireball, and fireballs are super cool!

The lesson passed quickly enough, and Alveria made grilled cheeses for lunch with special Elven cheese she imported from her homeland. It was the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had in my life.

Then, it was “independent” study time, but I quickly learned that really just meant homework.

“Hey cutie, your first independent assignment is to work on these coloring sheets,” she handed me a stack of papers with bubble-letter magik runes waiting to be filled in with color, “there’s a whole bunch of crayons I got just for you in the library!”

“…Fun,” I tried my best not to sound sarcastic, but I think I failed.

“I’ll be in my study researching advanced spellcraft if you need anything.”

I don’t know how much time passed, but —embarrassingly— I got really into the coloring sheets. There was something so cathartic about the scribbling of the wax crayon. I almost didn’t notice another ominous strand of magic wrap itself around me; it also felt very similar to the magik that Alveria baked into the infantile onesie, but this magik had a waxy texture to it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Heavy knocking on the main door of the penthouse interrupted my coloring-fueled daze. At first, I wanted to ignore it and get back to coloring. But then I heard a repeated series of knocking on the door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Cutie, will you get that for me?” I heard Alveria call from just outside her study.

“Sure!” I shouted back. I guess she was wrapped up in her own studies.

A thin young woman in a purple and red wizard’s robe stood on the other side of the door.

“Hello,” she greeted, “I’m with the city’s Forbidden Magik Department.”

“Oh…” I was definitely out of my depth.

“We detected a spike of unusual magik that we traced back to this penthouse,” she reached out like she was about to touch me, “actually, it seems like you have traces of suspicious magik in your aura…”

“What?”

Her eyes hardened, “You might have to come with me.”

“Uhmm, Ms. Alveria!” I shouted with obvious panic in my voice, “can you come here please!?”

Alveria must have already been on her way down because she appeared next to me shortly after I called for her.

“You’re with the Forbidden Magik Department,” Alveria frowned, “what do you want?”

“Uhmm,” the thin woman blinked, “t-there was a suspicious spike of strange Magik at this location, and—“

“Oh,” Alveria chuckled, “the containment sigils on my artifact collection probably need tuning again. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Sure,” the woman was staring at Alveria, “uhmm are you the Alveria? The slayer of demon lords and protector of the realm?”

“I don’t like to brag.”

“OH MY GOD,” the Forbidden Magik detective squealed, “I can’t believe I’m meeting you! It’s an honor!”

“Thanks,” Alveria blushed ever so slightly, “want an autograph?”

“…yes please.”

The Forbidden Magik Department agent left after Alveria signed the inside of her robe’s sleeve.

“Well, that was weird,” Alveria said.

What a strange encounter indeed; what did she mean by traces of suspicious magik in my aura?

Alveria bit her thumb hard enough to make it bleed and painted a rune I didn’t recognize next to the door, “That should keep us from being disturbed by them again.”

“She said I had suspicious magik in my aura,” I looked Alveria in the eye, “what did she mean by that?”

“Oh,” Alveria’s eyes darted around the room, “it’s nothing to worry about, cutie; the FMD are a bunch of quacks that get things wrong all the time.”

“Oh, good…” I said, but I wasn’t too sure.

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Eventually my bedtime rolled around, and Alveria and I repeated our routine from yesterday. She dressed me in another infantile onesie, this time with crotch snaps for changing diapers, which I clearly didn’t need. I could feel her magik flowing through these infantile pajamas as well. Just how many outfits did she make for me?

She kissed me on the forehead and raised the toddler bed bars into place. Then she wished me sweet dreams and left.

I waited a few hours before enacting my plan. That way, she would be asleep, and I could explore the penthouse freely. After what felt like a sufficient amount of time, I tip-toed out of my nursery and made my way to her study.

As I expected, Alveria was characteristically unorganized. The books she was reading were scattered across her desk. Some were in ancient Elvish, but I did see one title in English. It read FORBIDDEN MAGIK: A HISTORY OF PERFORMATIVE RITUAL.

I flipped to a random page, and my eyes strained to read the text against the mostly dark room. I was able to make out a sentence or two:

Ritual magik is a branch of forbidden magik primarily and historically utilized by cultists, though there have been other instances of ritual magik being used under other contexts. Ritual magik draws most of its power from ceremony. These ceremonies may include specific items of importance, unusual treatment of the subject, and—

“Cutie,” the lights flickered to life in the study, “what are you doing up? It’s wayyy past your bedtime little one.”

“I Uhmm… had a nightmare,” I lied.

“Oh,” she offered a caring smile, “well, let’s get you tucked back into bed, and I’ll read you a bedtime story.”

I once again found myself comfortably swaddled into my toddler bed with Alveria watching over me. As she read from a book of fairytales, I felt the magik of her voice cascade over me like a gentle massage. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Alveria has always had my back when it’s mattered most, and despite everything, I still trusted her and felt safe around her.

“…then they lived happily ever after…” Alveria trailed off, but I was already asleep.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

[diapydemon]

A Little Magik, Chapter 3

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Content Warning: ABDL themes, MDLB, MDLG, Diapers, fantasy age gap, manipulation

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Read chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3: Magik Kindergarten

“Wakey Wakey, eggs and bakey,” I heard Alveria’s sing-song voice fill the room along with the smell of cooking bacon.

“Ughhh,” I groaned, “What time is it?”

“Time to officially start your first day as my apprentice! Aren’t you excited?”

Actually, I was quite excited to start learning magik; I couldn’t wait to sling fireballs or alleviate all the soreness in my muscles with a nonchalant wave of my fingers.

Obviously, this wasn’t quite what I was expecting…

“Welcome to Magik Kindergarten!” Alveria beamed at me from across the desk.

I sighed, “do we have to call it that?”

“Of course cutie!” she accented her insistence with a quick boop on my nose, “And since I’m your Magik Kindergarten teacher, you’ll call me Ms. Alveria.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

“Really,” She nodded. “If you want to pick up magik as quickly as a child could, you have to act like a child and convince the magik that you are a child.”

“Fine...”

“Fine, what?”

“Fine, Ms. Alveria,” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s better,” Alveria grinned, “Now I want to get started by teaching you a little song.”

“A… song?” I furrowed my brows.

“Yep, it should help you remember your rudimentary runes.”

“I don’t even know what those are.”

“Patience cutie,” she booped me on the nose again, “I haven’t had the chance to explain them yet.”

“If I likened Magik to music, runes would be the notes that make up the melody. They’re fundamental to crafting and/or countering spells. You can think of them like the ABCs of magik.”

“Hence the song?”

“Exactly! Though there are a vast number of runes, I’ll teach you some of the most quintessential and important ones.”

My pupils dilated with curiosity, “how many runes are there?”

“A lot.” Alveria shrugged, “some mages even make their own, but I don’t recommend that; at best they’re usually less efficient at casting spells compared to combinations of the already-discovered basic runes.”

“Cool.”

“Anyway, are you ready to learn your rune song?”

“Yes, Ms. Alveria…”

“Atta kiddo!” she clapped excitedly, “now let’s get started. Repeat after me, you ready?”

“Yep.”

“Ansuz, Berkano, Gebo,” she started singing to the tune of the ABC song.

“…Now I know all my runes 🎶, next time won’t you sing my tunes 🎶,” I repeated the song’s infantile ending rhyme.

“Great job cutie!” Alveria clapped for me, “now you just gotta memorize them! The song should help!”

“Really?” I frowned, “that’s it?”

“You’re so impatient,” she laughed, “it’s only your first day, so you have to learn the fundamentals first, ok?”

“Okay Ms. Alveria,” I sighed.

By my fourth repeat of the song, I felt a subtle yet ominous magik encase me. It reminded me of Alveria’s, but it was distinct. It felt more gooey… like slime that kids sometimes played with. Is this what she meant by forming a childish relationship with magik? I wasn’t even casting yet…

The rest of the magik lesson had me continue using the Rune Song to memorize the names of runes and what they meant/did on a very basic level. While it wasn’t the most engaging work, it was at least somewhat interesting; if I put in the work here, I’d eventually be able to cast a fireball, and fireballs are super cool!

The lesson passed quickly enough, and Alveria made grilled cheeses for lunch with special Elven cheese she imported from her homeland. It was the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had in my life.

Then, it was “independent” study time, but I quickly learned that really just meant homework.

“Hey cutie, your first independent assignment is to work on these coloring sheets,” she handed me a stack of papers with bubble-letter magik runes waiting to be filled in with color, “there’s a whole bunch of crayons I got just for you in the library!”

“…Fun,” I tried my best not to sound sarcastic, but I think I failed.

“I’ll be in my study researching advanced spellcraft if you need anything.”

I don’t know how much time passed, but —embarrassingly— I got really into the coloring sheets. There was something so cathartic about the scribbling of the wax crayon. I almost didn’t notice another ominous strand of magic wrap itself around me; it also felt very similar to the magik that Alveria baked into the infantile onesie, but this magik had a waxy texture to it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Heavy knocking on the main door of the penthouse interrupted my coloring-fueled daze. At first, I wanted to ignore it and get back to coloring. But then I heard a repeated series of knocking on the door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Cutie, will you get that for me?” I heard Alveria call from just outside her study.

“Sure!” I shouted back. I guess she was wrapped up in her own studies.

A thin young woman in a purple and red wizard’s robe stood on the other side of the door.

“Hello,” she greeted, “I’m with the city’s Forbidden Magik Department.”

“Oh…” I was definitely out of my depth.

“We detected a spike of unusual magik that we traced back to this penthouse,” she reached out like she was about to touch me, “actually, it seems like you have traces of suspicious magik in your aura…”

“What?”

Her eyes hardened, “You might have to come with me.”

“Uhmm, Ms. Alveria!” I shouted with obvious panic in my voice, “can you come here please!?”

Alveria must have already been on her way down because she appeared next to me shortly after I called for her.

“You’re with the Forbidden Magik Department,” Alveria frowned, “what do you want?”

“Uhmm,” the thin woman blinked, “t-there was a suspicious spike of strange Magik at this location, and—“

“Oh,” Alveria chuckled, “the containment sigils on my artifact collection probably need tuning again. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Sure,” the woman was staring at Alveria, “uhmm are you the Alveria? The slayer of demon lords and protector of the realm?”

“I don’t like to brag.”

“OH MY GOD,” the Forbidden Magik detective squealed, “I can’t believe I’m meeting you! It’s an honor!”

“Thanks,” Alveria blushed ever so slightly, “want an autograph?”

“…yes please.”

The Forbidden Magik Department agent left after Alveria signed the inside of her robe’s sleeve.

“Well, that was weird,” Alveria said.

What a strange encounter indeed; what did she mean by traces of suspicious magik in my aura?

Alveria bit her thumb hard enough to make it bleed and painted a rune I didn’t recognize next to the door, “That should keep us from being disturbed by them again.”

“She said I had suspicious magik in my aura,” I looked Alveria in the eye, “what did she mean by that?”

“Oh,” Alveria’s eyes darted around the room, “it’s nothing to worry about, cutie; the FMD are a bunch of quacks that get things wrong all the time.”

“Oh, good…” I said, but I wasn’t too sure.

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Eventually my bedtime rolled around, and Alveria and I repeated our routine from yesterday. She dressed me in another infantile onesie, this time with crotch snaps for changing diapers, which I clearly didn’t need. I could feel her magik flowing through these infantile pajamas as well. Just how many outfits did she make for me?

She kissed me on the forehead and raised the toddler bed bars into place. Then she wished me sweet dreams and left.

I waited a few hours before enacting my plan. That way, she would be asleep, and I could explore the penthouse freely. After what felt like a sufficient amount of time, I tip-toed out of my nursery and made my way to her study.

As I expected, Alveria was characteristically unorganized. The books she was reading were scattered across her desk. Some were in ancient Elvish, but I did see one title in English. It read FORBIDDEN MAGIK: A HISTORY OF PERFORMATIVE RITUAL.

I flipped to a random page, and my eyes strained to read the text against the mostly dark room. I was able to make out a sentence or two:

Ritual magik is a branch of forbidden magik primarily and historically utilized by cultists, though there have been other instances of ritual magik being used under other contexts. Ritual magik draws most of its power from ceremony. These ceremonies may include specific items of importance, unusual treatment of the subject, and—

“Cutie,” the lights flickered to life in the study, “what are you doing up? It’s wayyy past your bedtime little one.”

“I Uhmm… had a nightmare,” I lied.

“Oh,” she offered a caring smile, “well, let’s get you tucked back into bed, and I’ll read you a bedtime story.”

I once again found myself comfortably swaddled into my toddler bed with Alveria watching over me. As she read from a book of fairytales, I felt the magik of her voice cascade over me like a gentle massage. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Alveria has always had my back when it’s mattered most, and despite everything, I still trusted her and felt safe around her.

“…then they lived happily ever after…” Alveria trailed off, but I was already asleep.

Read Chapter 4 here.

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A Little Magik, Chapter 2

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Read chapter 1 here.

Chapter 2: Settling in

Not long after Alveria gave me a tour of her home, I sold my apartment and began the process of moving in with her officially. There were a few… quirks to hash out, though.

For one, the changes to the nursery went in the opposite direction of what I was anticipating; instead of the childish murals and toddler bed being removed, it seems Alveria leaned into the juvenile aesthetic more.

“Uhmm Alvenia,” I looked at the room in shock, “W-what… the fuck is this?”

“Language,” she playfully swatted at my backside, “you don’t like it?”

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I guess… I guess I’m just a little confused.”

The childish murals remained as they were, but the adult-sized toddler bed was now adorned with new bed sheets that boasted cartoonish illustrations of dragons, owlbears, and other cute-ified creatures. Additionally, there was also a pastel chore chart hanging on the wall that featured chores and prizes such as “completed magik homework :)”, “Later bedtime” and “Extra Candy!!”.

The most egregious addition to the room was an adult-sized changing table, fully stocked with childish diapers and pull ups. If Alveria was flirting with me, she had a very weird way of showing it.

“Cutie,” Alveria placed a light hand on my shoulder, “I know this is different, and different can be scary, but you have to trust the process, ok?”

“Process?” I blinked at her absurd phrasing.

“Yes. It’s well known that children absorb information and learn new skills quicker than adults.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Well, magik is a little… different from other skills,” Alveria offered a bashful smile, “to effectively use magik, you have to first foster a relationship with it, and it will honor the way you present yourself.”

“Wait,” I stood shocked in the doorway, “You’re saying that if I present myself as a child, I’ll actually learn magik faster… because magik will treat me like an actual child with a spongier brain or whatever?”

“Exactly.” Alveria said flatly. There was no change in her typically expressive facial features.

“I’ve never heard of that,” I squinted, trying to read her emerald eyes, “is there really evidence that supports that?”

“Yes. I’m the evidence.”

“You used this technique yourself?” I blinked. It was hard to imagine the powerful and ethereal Alveria in diapers.

“I’ve been alive a long time,” Alveria started, “I don’t like to brag unnecessarily, but I am one of the foremost powerful mages alive in the land today.”

She wasn’t bragging; this was considered fact amongst the various adventurers’ guilds. Was this really how she got so powerful though? Something seemed… off.

“Please trust the process,” Alveria interrupted before I could introspect more, “please trust me.”

“...Okay.”

Alveria’s eyes glistened with unshed tears; this was obviously important to her.

“But I’m not wearing diapers!”

“Oh cutie,” she giggled, “they’re only just in case, I promise.”

I didn’t like that Alveria believed there was any case in which I might need them, but I was happy to hear her giggle to relieve the tension.

“Alright.”

I had fought alongside Alveria in dungeons numerous times, and I could tell that she was hiding something. I decided not to push it because —ultimately— I did trust her. Plus, she was a powerful mage that offered to teach me magik and let me live with her in her very luxurious penthouse. So… could be worse.

“Anyway,” Alveria smiled at me, “now that you’re officially my apprentice, it’s time I set a routine for you.”

“A routine?”

“Yes! I believe in a holistic approach to learning magik. To progress as fast and effectively as you can, you need structure: scheduled lessons, a well-balanced diet, a consistent bedtime, etcetera.”

“A bedtime?” I didn’t like the sound of that. Especially when I considered my new nursery room. I hope she didn’t say anything ridiculous like–

“Nine O’clock.”

“Nine!?” I groaned, “How will I go out drinking at the tavern?”

“You won’t,” Alveria’s lips formed a thin, serious line, “Drinking isn’t good for your health anyway, and it won’t help you learn magik.”

“B–but,” I whimpered.

“No buts,” she lightly scolded, “unless you want an earlier bedtime?”

“N-no…”

“Good. Now as for your schedule, I’ll wake you up for breakfast with me, and then I’ll teach you practical lessons in the morning until lunch. After lunch, you’ll have time to do your homework and independently study. You’ll probably finish that before we have dinner, and then you’ll have freetime until bedtime. Oh, and of course we’ll occasionally go on field trips into dungeons and on quests.”

“Wow, you’ve got it all planned out.”

“Of course I do!” She beamed at me with excitement, “I want to help my cute little apprentice be the best mage and adventurer they can be!”

“Okay,” It was hard not to melt in the face of her passion, “Thank you, Alveria.”

“You’re welcome, cutie!”

The remainder of the day was filled with unpacking and getting acclimated to my new home, but soon enough, nine o’clock rolled around, and it was time for bed.

“It’s bedtime, cutie.”

“Right…” I still wasn’t thrilled about having a bedtime.

“I’ll help you get settled.”

“That’s ok,” I frowned, “I can do it myself.”

“Ahhwww but I want to,” the 500+ year old elf gave me puppy dog eyes, “Pleaasseee?”

I couldn’t help but smile at her antics, “Alright fine.”

Alveria led me by the hand to my new room. We made a brief detour by the wardrobe.

“Cutie,” Alveria’s cheeks adopted a slight blush, “I actually made something for you to sleep in tonight.”

“Really?” I knew Alveria was sweet and thoughtful, but I never expected her to handcraft me pajamas. I was touched, or at least I would’ve been if they had been something a bit more… mature.

Alveria held up a pastel blue footed onesie adorned with baby blocks that had magic sigils and runes on them instead of the typical ABCs.

“Uhhhmmm,” I stammered, looking for an excuse to get out of wearing the PJs, “I don’t know… it looks like it might get hot.”

“Oh,” Alveria grinned, “I actually spent a considerable amount of time enchanting this footie onesie with my magic to make sure you’re snug as a bug in a rug! There’s no way you would get hot –or cold for that matter.”

“Oh, thanks then!” I was very torn; on one hand I appreciated the obvious effort Alveria employed to make something specifically for me, but on the other hand… it was still a baby onesie.

“You’re welcome!” Alveria then quickly began to undress me before I could really protest, not that I would have complained given almost any other circumstance.

Soon enough, I was laying in bed in my new footie onesie. I could feel her magik flowing through the fabric. It was warm and comforting just like her, but there was something different about her magik; it felt heavier on me, almost like a weighted blanket. Alveria tucked me in before kissing me on the forehead, which –like most things today– took me by surprise. But it wasn’t necessarily an unwelcome surprise.

“Goodnight Cutie,” she pulled the toddler bed’s railing into place, “Sweet dreams.”

I hate to admit it, but I did sleep like a baby.

Read Chapter 3 here.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

[diapydemon]

A Little Magik, Chapter 1

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Content warning: ABDL themes, MDLB, MDLG, light fantasy violence, age play, fantasy age gap, manipulation

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Chapter 1: An Offer Too Good to Refuse

The hobgoblin’s axe clashed against the length of my broadsword, and the intensity of the blow drove me to my knees. I groaned as I clamored to my feet, feeling the combined weight of my plated armor and combat exhaustion. Even at the relatively youthful age of 23, the career path of a sword-wielding-adventurer was tiring.

The hobgoblin charged me again with a raised axe and a disturbing battle cry that echoed throughout the cavern. I planted my feet and readied my sword; the hobgoblin was a strong opponent that I wasn’t exactly thrilled at facing.

As I raised my sword, I felt the quick heat of twin fireballs fly by either side of me before colliding with the hobgoblin, sending him flying back with a thud against the cave wall.

“Stand ready!” I felt Alveria’s elven magik cascade over me like warm water before any lingering exhaustion or soreness was purged from my body.

I gripped the leather handle of my sword before dashing forward with a rattling battle cry of my own. I plunged the tip of the blade into the dazed monster’s chest.

“Good work!” Alveria’s pointy ears flittered as she smiled at me, “you did such a good job!”

“Thanks,” I blushed.

“Here, let me get that icky monster blood off your sword,” Alveria waved her hand, and my sword glowed bright gold before returning to a clean state.

Alveria was a ridiculously talented mage; she had spent considerable chunks of her impressive lifespan mastering offensive, restorative, and utility magic. She also tended to take jobs off the quest board that were well beneath her caliber. That’s how I knew her as a mid-level freelance adventurer; we had worked together a number of times over the last couple of years on various odd-jobs and one-off quests that the guild put out.

I asked her once why she bothered with such low level quests, and she told me that she liked to meet new people. Apparently all the high rank adventures all know each other already on account of there being so few of them. Plus —unlike myself— she already has money from centuries old investments and older, more intense quests she had completed decades ago, so it really wasn’t about the money for her.

It originally was more about the thrill for me, but after a couple years of adventuring, my body hurts and my apartment is small —too small.

“Cutie, we should head back and report to the guild,” Alveria suggested.

“Right,” I nodded.

Alveria started occasionally calling me ‘cutie’ after I told her I was 21 when we first met. She’s over 500 years old, and this sort of misunderstanding isn’t exactly uncommon from elves. I gave the token effort explanation, but it didn’t change much. Maybe she’s flirting with me; I wasn’t exactly aware of how Elven aging scaled to humans, so maybe she was just into me.

I cut a pinky finger off the hobgoblin as proof of quest completion, though I doubted I needed it with Alveria’s reputation.

Aside from being a renowned adventurer, Alveria is also a gorgeous fair skinned elf with shiny silver hair, emerald eyes, and deceptively youthful freckles. I was probably delusional to think she was flirting with me, but I chose to believe that because I wanted to. Plus, she was very handy to have in an adventuring party, and allowing her to dote on me made things easier; less inter-party conflict that way.

Alveria’s healing magik eventually faded on the hike back to the guild hall, and I felt every crick and sore spot along my shoulders. Ugh, I either needed to grow unrealistically fast as a duelist or I needed to quit. I was getting tired of the way my body felt after combat. If only I knew some restoration magik myself; a little magik would go a long way to alleviate my current struggles as an adventurer.

“What’s wrong?” Alveria raised a sleek eyebrow. Even by elven standards, she was perceptive.

“I’m thinking about quitting, Alveria.”

“What?” She blinked, “Why would you do that when you have so much potential?”

Her voice was even yet genuine.

“Do I really have that much potential, though? I’m just slightly above average with a sword, and –honestly– all the close range combat is starting to hurt.”

“Well, I don’t have an eye for the blade, but you have good instincts and a courageous heart.”

“You really think so?”

“I do,” a gentle smile graced her lips, “and if you want to broaden your skillset, I can always teach you some magik.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Sure. I’ve actually been looking for an apprentice for a number of years, so if you end up taking a liking to it, you should consider it.”

“Are you serious? I’d get to be your apprentice!?” I exclaimed gleefully. It almost felt too good to be true.

“Well we’d have to get your guardian’s consent first, of course.”

“My… guardian?”

“Or whoever you live with.”

“I… I live alone.”

“What!?” Alveria’s eyes widened with shock, which I had never seen before.

“What?”

“You’re only 20, and you live alone with no one to look after you?”

“Well, I’m 23 actually.”

“Of course, cutie,” she tussled my hair as if I had just insisted I’m 2 and a half instead of just 2.

“You live near the guild hall, yes?” She asked.

“Yea…”

“After we collect our bounty, I’d like to see where you live.”

“Uhmm I don’t know; it’s pretty messy…” I blushed.

“I don’t care,” her usually soft features turned stern, “I will see where you live, and I will not put up with protest.”

“…sure,” maybe she was actually flirting with me?

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My apartment was a mess; clothes littered the already-cramped floor, and dirty dishes were stacked high in the sink. Empty ale mugs dotted the apartment, appearing in seemingly random locations.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. It’s not like I enjoyed my apartment being messy, especially for such an ethereal guest, but it was hard to clean; I spent most of my time at the guildhall, in dungeons, or in taverns. So when I got home, all I wanted to do was collapse in bed. Though, I hadn’t even washed the sheets, and my bed was unmade. Ugh, this was the worst.

“Oh cutie,” Alveria spoke after taking in her surroundings, “it’s worse than I thought; this place is a mess.”

“I know,” my armored shoulders sagged, “I’m sorry, Alveria.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Huh?”

Alveria brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear as she smiled at me. Her touch was as warm and as comforting as her magik.

“Sometimes you just need a little help, and that’s okay! I’m sorry no one has been there to give you the help you need.”

Her words were gentle, yet I wanted to cry. It was true that I had been lacking in the support department after moving to a new city and becoming an adventurer. And having someone around to offer a little bit of help did sound nice, but admitting that felt like betraying myself and the hard work it had taken to get here.

She smiled at me, “if you decide to become my apprentice, maybe we can set you up with a chore chart with fun stickers and prizes!”

I blinked. Sometimes Alveria was easy to read, but other times she was impossible to read; I don’t know if she was genuinely suggesting an infantile chore chart or just teasing me.

“Actually,” she frowned as she reappraised the space, “why don’t you move in with me?”

“Seriously?” I really was not expecting that offer.

“Well, it would make coordinating magik lessons way easier,” she winked at me, “plus it would help me keep an eye on you.”

“Do you have the extra space? I really wouldn’t want to impose…”

“Cutie, you wouldn’t be imposing. I promise.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” she grabbed my hand, “why don’t I show you my home first? It’s on the other side of the city, but I have a translocation circle set up at the guild hall.”

Alveria was nothing if not confusing, but I did want to see her home. I’m sure it would be fancy if nothing else.

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Her home did not disappoint. It was a penthouse apartment in the merchant’s quarter of the city. A large circular window in the great room overlooked one of the less rambunctious market squares from 5 stories up. The penthouse had two luxurious floors; the second floor possessed a kitchen-balcony that overlooked the first floor and a number of rooms splitting off. The lower floor was connected by an ornate wooden, spiral staircase and served as the lounging area. Needless to say, I was impressed.

“Alveria, this place is awesome!”

“You like it?” She grinned, “I bought it with treasure I looted after defeating a demon general.”

“Of course the place is awesome,” I chuckled, “it’d have to be to host you.” On the off chance she had been flirting with me, it couldn’t hurt to flirt back.

“Oh stop,” she giggled, “you’re going to make me blush.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“You’re just adorable,” she rolled her eyes, “now, would you like the grand tour?”

“Yes please.”

After a half hour of touring a fully-stocked library, a potions room, and a magical artifact collection, we finally ended the tour in a spare bedroom.

The bedroom sported pastel stars painted on the ceiling, and colorful murals of magik runes playfully dotted the walls; it reminded me of ABC decorations that you would find in a kindergarten classroom. I frowned as I realized that —like a kindergartner— I didn’t comprehend the magik runes. Additionally, there was a lengthy twin bed in the corner of the room. The mattress was encased in a beautifully engraved wooden bed frame that had low rails on either side of the bed. If it wasn’t for its size, it would obviously be a toddler bed.

“Like I said,” Alveria gestured at the childish elements of the room, “I’ve been looking for an apprentice.”

“And you really want that to be me?”

“I do,” Alveria reassured, “If you’ll have me as your master.”

“And… and I would really get to live here in this penthouse?”

“I still need to do a few things to 20-year-old-proof the penthouse, but yes. What do you say?”

“What can I say?” I smiled, “except for yes!”

“Yayyyy!” Alveria squealed in a display of joviality before wrapping me in a warm embrace, “you’re gonna love it here cutie, I promise!”

Read Chapter 2 here.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

This chapter and story was in part inspired by @elfiewhore’s Mommy Dommy Elf story, which you can find here. Obviously I’m planning on going in a bit of a difffent direction with my own story, but Elfie’s is an absolutely fantastic read and you should definitely check it out if you enjoyed this one!

[diapydemon]

Planning on uploading first chapter of new story tomorrow. I’ve been getting really into writing it, and I hope you all enjoy it!

[diapydemon]

Hi everyone,

I’m alive!

I know I haven’t posted on here in… a long time, but my relationship with both writing and my little side has changed since then. Not for the worse or anything, just different. Plus with the world the way it is rn…

Anyway, I doubt most of you will remember me after almost a year of inactivity, but I’m working on a new project for this blog that I’m super excited about

It’s a bit different than what I’ve historically posted on here, but I’m excited about it and wanted to share! Of course there will still be diapers and the little dynamic, but I’m trying to add a bit more. This story will take place in a classic high fantasy setting and…

Well I don’t really want to say much more yet actually.

Anyway, I’m probably back, and am excited for what’s coming!

[diapydemon]

Not Just a Gesture

“Sweetheart no,” Your bride to be chided, “ we talked about this. You can’t just wear a pull up or a thin white diaper.”

“But why not?” You interjected.

“Because baby,” she flashed a loving smile, “I’m marrying ALL of you today. Not just the silly part that pretends to be an adult from time to time.”

“I don’t see why that means I can’t wear pull ups,” you grumble.

“Sweetie do you remember our private, more intimate vows we gave each other before me and the girls left for my bachelorette party?”

“Yeah…” you trail off, remembering the cooing and giggling of her closest friends.

“Signing those adoption papers and vowing to take care of you, change your diaper, and give you the maternal discipline you need wasn’t just a gesture sweetie. I really meant all of it.”

“That’s—“ you blushed, not quite sure of what to say, “Thank you… mommy.”

“Of course baby,” she strokes the underside of your ear while maintaining eye contact.

“But that’s why you’re going to wear thick diapers with the silly little cartoon characters on them, and the stars that turn into raindrops when you’re wet.”

“But—“

“Hush darling,” your fiancé silences with you, “I know they’re your favorite, and you look so cute in them! Plus the wetness indicators will make it easier for my bridesmaids to keep an eye on when you need a change. They all also think you’re adorable in them by the way; I showed them pictures at the bachelorette party.”

All you could do was blush at the thought of her friends seeing you in your babyish diapers, not to mention actually changing you.

“Now let’s get you into your diaper baby, and I don’t want any more fussing today okay? Today’s going to be perfect.”

“Okay mommy,” you allowed her contagious smile to infect your own lips.

Maybe today would be perfect.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

[diapydemon]

Hii, I LOVE zach's new life stories and i would love to see those series continuations, are you planning on releasing moro of it?

Hi! Thanks for the ask. I’ll prolly continue it at some point, but at the moment I’ve found myself to be a bit too busy to be a super active writer on here

[diapydemon]

A Friendly Reminder:

If you don’t have your age clearly visible on your blog, I will not answer asks or DMs.

I do not and have never supported minors in kink. This policy is a way to protect both minors and myself. If you don’t have your age clearly visible somewhere, I will not interact with you.

[diapydemon]

*Your caregiver talking about you to their friend:

“See how I put the little one in their night time diaper before putting them to bed at their bedtime?

Very mindful. Very demure.”