All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains several kink-related themes, including feminization and diapers.

The two stared up at the towering, ominous building, a chill spreading up their spines. They both felt disoriented, memories of running away from a crowd of costumed minions seemed so recent but yet so incomprehensible.

“Something is off here…I don’t really believe in magic but…” whispered Ami, their breath appearing in a white cloud.

“Y-yeah…everything happened so quickly…d-do we go inside? It’s really cold out here…” Purple’s teeth were chattering. The two nodded at each other, grasping each other’s hand tightly, and slowly approached the castle entrance. They looked down at a dark chasm, hearing water running in the moat around the structure. Whatever was inside was better than staying out in the cold or else facing that strange crowd.

“S-so, maybe your witch is real…not sure about the diapered part yet. But this is all too odd. Those villagers are all acting strangely, like they’re roleplaying their outfits frighteningly well. They mentioned gifts or boons…maybe someone forces them into those humiliating outfits for a laugh and rewards them?” Ami thought aloud as they tiptoed through a large wooden door, which was open just wide enough for them to squeeze through.

Purple nodded as he followed in silence, grasping Ami’s hand even tighter. “M-maybe they’re under the thrall of Luka? There’s no way they’d dress themselves up and each other otherwise…right? Maybe he forces them to dress up like you’re saying…through magic?”

Ami’s first instinct was to roll their eyes, but in their current circumstance…true witchcraft didn’t seem like such a bizarre answer. It would explain the feeling of dread they were experiencing…as well as that of being watched.

Their footsteps were muffled by a dense, moldy carpet which lined an impossibly long entryway. They walked for what seemed like an hour before reaching another door. Glancing at each other for assurance, the pair pushed the heavy doors open.

On the other side was yet more dank castle, albeit with more decorations. The building was in obvious disrepair, but signs of a lavish past were still present. Banners and tapestries hung on the walls, impossible to read with what little light there was. A barren fireplace greeted them along with a tall staircase that led both above…and below. A low mix of moans emanated from whatever was down there.

Having come this far, the two slumped their shoulders and resigned themselves to climb up further, not wanting to discuss the possibilities of what lay below. At the top of the staircase, yet another set of passageways greeted them, extending in all directions. Stumped as to which foreboding path to take, the pair heard something…

“I-is that a piano playing? Sounds like…a circus tune?” Ami stared down one of the pathways, squinting to make out what seemed to be a faint light emanating from under a door. They looked over at Purple, whose eyes were wide. “W-well…it’s either investigate or stay here I guess…”

Purple gulped as Ami led them towards the room, the playful yet sinister tune becoming louder and clearer. Upon reaching the door, Ami paused with their hand upon the door. There was no doorknob but yet…they could tell all the door needed was one good push. There was hesitation. Ami felt frozen in place, unable to move.

Purple watched Ami as they seemed to be thinking through a plan…hopefully at least. Something moved behind him. He turned around. At the other end of the hallway was a glowing pair of eyes. Purple panicked, pushing Ami through the door, following them.

The two were on the ground as they heard the door snap shut. Looking up, Ami could see the door flush against its frame. They got up and tried pushing and pulling. It wouldn’t budge.

“A-Ami…” whispered Purple. Ami turned around and saw a bizarre spectacle. The two had landed in a theater of some kind. The seats were packed, each one filled with a dark figure. The room was too dark for them to make out any of their faces, but each seemed to be still. Watching the stage. Waiting.

Ami looked down at a stage. The light seemed to be coming from behind a large set of curtains, along with the music. It was loud and foreboding.

“Hehehehe,” an unseen figure’s giggle reverberated through the large theater. It echoed in Ami and Purple’s ears, making their hearts race.

“Looks like I have a new pair of friends! Come in, come in, make yourselves at home! I set aside two front row seats just for you…” Ami and Purple gazed about the room, trying to find the source of the voice. It seemed to be coming from behind the curtain though, so the two marched forward, at a loss as to how to escape their predicament. The voice also felt inviting, if not frightening…

Two spotlights shone on a pair of plush seats at the front of the theater. Ami and Purple knew there was something wrong here, but couldn’t resist feeling somewhat giddy at the idea of getting to watch whatever was coming…

“And the curtain rises!” The two blinked in confusion as light flooded their vision, the large curtains parting ways to reveal a stage. Upon said stage were several…mannequins? All were dressed in some sort of gaudy or else…strange costume.

Ami and Purple looked around and behind them, but the bright light cast a dark shadow upon the audience. They were still unable to decipher whose faces lay waiting, but assumed that any attempt to escape may mean being manhandled by these awaiting minions. It’s not like they had anyone waiting to help them anyway. They turned back around to see the figures moving on stage.

“Let me tell you my story, of how I became a witch…yes, it is I, LUKA!” The crowd clapped and cheered, causing Purple to yelp in surprise. “Oohhh, I don’t like interruptions…any more of those and I’ll make you part of the play…you may not like that…” The lights went out, a spotlight shining upon one of the figures.

The was then obvious that the figures on stage weren’t mannequins…they were people. This person was being held up by long wires, ascending into the dark ceiling. They were wearing a fluffy pink dress, a short skirt unable to hide a large, fluffy white diaper. Their legs were spread on the floor, their arms hugging a cute teddy bear. Their hands were encased in mittens. The focus shifted from piece to piece, until Purple realized the person’s eyes were pleading. They couldn’t speak due to a large pacifier hiding most of their lower face. He got the message that this is what happened to “unruly” audience members.

“Ok, you get the idea! Now moving on…it all started when I was abandoned at a young age…” The adult baby who was spotlighted was made to move, seemingly against their will by way of cords, to the center of the stage. “Left all alone, so cute yet unloved…I was found by a coven of witches!”

Several figures in various cute, yet humiliating, witch costumes were made to surround the adult baby. They danced in circles around it, covering the fluffy pink figure with their large skirts.

“They made me one of their own! A cute boy…made a witch!” The same figure emerged, dressed in a witch costume made for someone much smaller, but obvious that they were a man.

“And thus, Luka the witch was born! I learned from the best, mastering spells, potions, everything that could be earned…here in the castle of Bourg-Maudit. But you may notice the castle isn’t what it used to be…” The decorations around the stage fell, matching the disrepair seen on the way up.

“It wasn’t always like that…the witches taught me how to bargain with the townsfolk. Giving them love potions, small tokens, remedies for sicknesses…they would work with us, keeping our secrets safe. Eventually the others left, off to form new covens, leaving me in charge of this one…by myself…”

The lights dimmed, as though to match Luka’s somber tone. The boy witch figure was left on their own on stage. Their shoulders were slumped as though in sadness.

“But I knew I could do better!” The figure changed stances, as though happy. “I just needed more power…and youth. You see, I’m a bit vain.” The figure was made to pose in front of a mirror.

“So, I asked for help…from the wrong source…” A demonic figure appears on stage. A well-endowed woman covered from head to toe in red latex and demon horns. “I got my eternal youth…in more ways than one!” A diaper appears on the witch boy.

“So humiliating…I come back to the town only for them to laugh at me…” Several figures appear on stage, point and giggling at Luka. “So…I punished them.” The figures all become diapered adults, in various, humiliating outfits and poses.

“But otherwise, I took everything in stride…I knew I could make this work again. Some townspeople didn’t laugh, they actually took in the big babies and made them bed for my forgiveness…after spanking of course.” Motherly figures appear, swaddling and spanking the others.

“So I decided, why not make this a game for myself? Every Halloween, the townsfolk must make a choice…humiliate themselves for me…a treat…or else be punished…a trick…” The lights flicker. Each time the stage lights up, a different figure is highlighted. A woman dressed as a kitten lapping milk from a bowl…or is it a man? Then a French maid, on their knees with a feather duster strapped to their face. An adult-sized doll…unable to move while they are fed from a large bottle full of white liquid.

Ami and Purple were paralyzed with fear, an impending sense of doom filling them with every second that passed in this bizarre play. It was a warning to them.

“So, everyone gets a choice…are you starting to understand? No one here is my minion…no…they’re my friends! I look out for my friends…but those that laugh…those that refuse to cooperate…well, they’re punished as you can see…” The lights flickered once more, another figure appearing on stage.

It was Luka. They sat on a floating broom, their flared witch boots giving way to black and orange striped stockings. A pair of orange bloomers gave the appearance of a pumpkin, ballooning out as one would as well. Their orange bolero had tiny puff sleeves. A giant witch hat sat stop their head, a youthful, pretty man gazed at them. He only had one more thing to say.

“So…what will it be? Trick…or treat?”

Silence enveloped the room. Ami’s heart was pounding. Purple’s hands were sweaty. The two looked at each other, not knowing what choice to make before they both cried simultaneously.

“Uuumm…trick?” said Purple. He bolted upon realizing what he said.

“Treat?” whispered Ami, still frozen in place, watching their friend run without them. Luka giggled.

As Purple ran, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder. Looking to his side, he could see Ollie the Orca becoming large. Incredibly large. It was as though it were made of black, slippery material…engulfing Purple’s head. He tried to scream to no avail.

Ami could see Ollie pinning Purple down, covering his whole body. Then Ollie’s black body slimmed down, as though vacuum sealing itself over Purple’s body. Their zookeeper costume was absorbed and spit out. Instead, Ollie appeared to cover his legs in black latex stockings. Their large orca tail burst out of a bulky, padded waistline. It was clear that Purple was now diapered. The rest of his body was encased in the black and white latex, including Purple’s mouth. His hair was now black with white clips in it.

Purple was sitting, stuck in their shiny, diapered orca suit. He tried to pull and tug at his crotch, only to find his slippery flippers useless. He looked over at Luka, who was spinning in place laughing.

“Ooohh so cute! A lil baby Orca! Now, you said trick and tried to run away…so how about this…I’ll let you out of that if…one-hundred people see you before next Halloween! They can’t be in the village either. Oh, and I’m not terrible...you can still get diaper changes…but your costume will only open briefly if you have a crush on your diaper changer. Hehehehe!”

Purple’s eyes showed nothing but mortification as they whined behind their latex seal.

“Now as for you…you seem willing to take a treat…but you still almost ruined my night…I know what will make us both happy!” Ami felt their arms rise, bound by cords extending into the ceiling above. Invisible hands removed their ringmaster costume, piece by piece. Ami tried to save their dignity by covering their crotch as Luka laughed, but their vision was blinded by a new horror.

A white mask was being guided toward their mouth, a long pink object attached that was clearly meant to gag Ami. “Open wide!”

Ami lost their chance to resist as they were shocked, feeling the phallic object pass their lips and fill their mouth. Purple looked on in horror as Ami’s naked body was dressed in a pink and gold leotard. The cups of the bodice were stuffed with fleshy pads, white tights ran up their legs, ballet flats tied onto their feet. Their hair was re-done into a pretty, curly hairstyle.

All Purple could hear was muffled cries as Ami’s arms and legs were made to pose as though they were a ballerina. Purple blushed though, seeing that maybe Ami wasn’t so much in distress at their “treat”...a bulge being made apparent with the open-front tutu.

“Ooohh, someone likes my treat! I love to see it! Well, I knew you’d love this, seeing as how you were enthralled with this costume when you arrived. Now, what will your true treat be? Hmmm…oh I know! You get to be my puppet for a year! I heard saying you had a podcast? I like those, this will give you plenty of first-hand experience to talk about…”

Purple was on the verge of crying as they crawled away, attempting to escape Luka’s castle. He looked back to see the witch waving at him, while Ami was relocated to the stage. They were lowered onto a gilded circle, being made to slowly spin in circles as though they were a wind-up toy.

Purple gulped, knowing that he had to deal with his own curse now…he would come back for Ami…if he didn’t pass out from the humiliation of letting one-hundred souls see him in his sorry state. Ami simply moaned, watching Purple crawl away, leaving them behind to a year as this diapered witch’s puppet…

“Happy Halloween!” screamed Luka, knowing he was going to have a wonderful year with his new toy.