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[Worst Choices] Encounter With a Witch
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 17:51:05 +0000 UTCWorst Choices is a series I've created for the concept of a Choose Your Own Adventure that takes only the worst choices (ie. reaching the bad end as quickly as possible).
You’ve encountered another witch. Your training says that the simplest way to deal with them is to prevent them from casting spells. This is typically done through restricting the fingers of the witch; silencing them; or, if you’re capable enough, by countering their magic as they cast it.
You attempt to counter her spell.
Hilda laughs as you desperately try to keep up with her hand-signs. By the time she’s begun the vocal component, you’ve already lost track of what she was doing. You stand, frustrated and confused, as a burst of magical energy explodes from Hilda’s hands. The swirling pink energy envelops you. You cough and try to swat away the fog, but it’s no use. Your body absorbs the energy like moonlight. You can hear Hilda’s laughter grow closer as you stumble backward. You trip over some uneven pavement, then brace for impact.
Crinkle…
Your fall is cushioned…by your butt. Your now padded butt. Hilda has put you back in diapers.
“What a pathetic witch! Couldn’t even prevent one simple spell. Now you’re looking more appropriate. And soon you’ll be acting better too. No more disobedience. A young witch like you ought to know better. That’s why I’ll be re-raising you as my obedient little apprentice once I’m finished with you. Won’t that be embarrassing? A fully fledged witch like yourself being sent back to curse-school…your aunties in your new coven will never let you live it down. I doubt your old coven will want to even associate with a loser that can’t even keep her pampers dry. I think I’ll keep potty-training hidden from you till I decide you’re ready to be a big girl again. You’ll be a laughingstock.”
Hilda raises her arms to ready another spell. She smirks at you, then winks, before beginning her next spell.
You attempt to counter her spell yet again.
You immediately feel ridiculous as you realize just how far behind you are. The diaper around your waist feels more and more embarrassing with each failed hand sign, each rushed vocalization. Whatever you’re doing, you’re not countering Hilda’s spell. Another burst of pink energy expels from Hilda’s hands as she finishes her spell. You’re too late and too clumsy again. You let out an exasperated whimper as you’re hit full force.
Another failed attempt at witchcraft sends you flying backward into the grass. As much as you hate it, you can’t help but start to cry. Tears spill down your cheeks as you look up helplessly at Hilda. The other witch points and laughs at you. She’s nearly doubled-over, she’s laughing so hard. When you look down at yourself, you begin to understand why.
The all black and gray cloak and gown you wore is gone. A frilly pink babydoll dress and sparkly, transparent cloak have replaced them. Your hat too has been changed. It’s now pink to match your dress and far smaller than before. You look like a kid pretending to be a witch.
“There…doesn’t it feel better to realize you’re just playing the part? It is Halloween. Maybe you’d like to pretend you’re a little girl getting the opportunity of a lifetime as opposed to a grown woman getting regressed and humiliated by her more talented peer. Tell you what, if you whimper and beg like a powerless little girl, I’ll let you keep your potty-training. But it better be good. I really want to believe that you know how big a loser you are. Either way, wave bye-bye to your powers. You’re so pathetic, I can lock them away from you, turning you into little more than a novice. Not that your skill is much better currently.”
Hilda sneers down at you as she begins her next spell. You can tell by the arcane energy spilling from her lips that this is going to be a powerful one. She’s not kidding, you’re really about to be almost entirely stripped of all your magical power. Not to mention your pride and adulthood. Better do something fast.
Stupidly, you try one more time to counter Hilda’s spell.
Hilda laughs the moment you start to try. It’s almost enough to delay her spell. Almost. Instead, you mess it up again, and are blasted with magical energy from a close range. All you can do is whimper and whine as Hilda takes away your ability to cast anything beyond a cantrip. Magic-laced urine soaks the crotch of your diaper as the magical energy in your body all but dissipates. You cry like a baby as locking pink mittens appear on your hands, rending your fingers unable to move. That crying is then cut short as a large matching pink pacifier is stuffed in your mouth. You try to spit out only to have the straps of a gag form on either side of the pacifier guard. You couldn’t vocalize an incantation if you tried. So, you cry quietly as you continue to piss out your magical talent into your diaper. The soggy, bulging crotch of the diaper glows with pink energy as more of your skill drains from you.
“Once you’re done wetting yourself, your new mommy…ME…is going to put you in some triple-thick diapers and put a special crest on you to ensure your obedience from now on. Even if I let you cast real spells again you’ll always need permission from me to use them. Isn’t that pathetic? And if you graduate to big girl panties? You’ll still be calling me mommy!”
Hilda laughed and laughed. You could only rub your eyes and snivel as reality sinks in. Halloween might soon be over, but your days as a witch’s baby apprentice are only just beginning.
Comments
I love this concept. I would love to see it explored in a longer story. I'm also really happy to see you writing again. You haven't lost your touch.
Pablo Pabuelo
Really like this as a concept. It works out just as well as a proper CYOA with polls because we’d probably all intentionally pick the worst choices anyways.
John Riendeau
Seems like fun. Next time think better me!
