Sierra gulped as Isabella towered over her, looking none too pleased as she dripped with milk. She tried to roll over, turning her attention from the rope to the magician, but before she could think up a spell, Isabella grabbed the wand. She was bigger, stronger, and not in the middle of a spanking, so it was all too easy for her to disarm Sierra.
"Give it back!" Sierra gasped, wriggling in place as she was picked up. Her cheeks burned as Isabella picked her up and set her down over her lap. "No, don't!" she whimpered, as the girl slid down her short and her pink kitty panties.
"Don't you dare!" she fumed. Surely she wouldn't! The book had already been spanking her, making her bottom bright pink, but, to her horror, that didn't mean Isabella was opposed to continuing the job herself.
Sierra yelped, tears flowing faster as the first spank hit her already sore backside, far harder than the book. "Stooop!" she wailed, hardly able to believe this was happening. The rope made sure she couldn't get away, and Isabella had her wand, and wasn't likely to allow her to summon it away, especially not when she was lying right in her lap like this. She needed to think of something else, but...
"Oww!" she sniffed as the second spank landed. Her legs were trying to kick behind her, but they were still tied together. "No faaaair!" she whined helplessly. The counting only made the situation more humiliating, as she imagined the invisible, and probably nonexistent, audience watching her getting punished. The next spank made her whimper again, but the fourth was the worst.
She didn't mean to do it, which only made it more humiliating. As Isabella's hand connected, Sierra suddenly felt a rush of warmth around her bottom, much different from the warmth this spanking was causing. She blushed and squirmed as she realized the spanking had made her lose control of her bladder, feeling even more like a helpless child.
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Isabella laughed at Sierra's protests, swinging harder every time she heard one. Suddenly, she felt a warm liquid go down her leg.
Isabella paused for a moment. Did.... did she?.... Yes, she did. Isabella smirked. She had practically achieved victory, she just had to secure it, in the perfect manner, of course.
The book that been taking care of Sierra had been floating behind Isabella the whole time, waiting patiently. Isabella removed her knee from underneath Sierra, but instead falling to the floor with a thud, Sierra floated in the air, a common magician's trick.
Isabella stood up and motioned to Sierra. "Stay tuned folks, the finale's coming soon!" The audience roared in approval. "Until then, enjoy our little girl enjoy ten more swats!." The book winded up and swung forward. The Smack could be heard from the opposite end of the theater. The music began to sound silly again as the net ire stage grew dark and a spotlight shined down on Sierra.
Isabella strutted off stage, eaving Sierra's wand behind on stage.
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Sierra could hardly believe what she'd done, and in front of her opponent and her adoring crowd as well! At the very least, that got her some relief as Isabella got up, leaving her somehow suspended there, tears still falling from her eyes as she weakly struggled, trying to get away from whatever was keeping her there while she watched the magician step away and address the empty seats.
She knew this talk of a finale wasn't good, and frantically, while she had a little relief, she started wiggling her hands, looking for a break in the rope that had wound its way around her body while she was getting her spanking, somewhere she could slip one of her hands through.
"N-No!" she squealed as Isabella said her spanking was going to continue, watching her walk off, the rest of the stage fading into darkness so Sierra couldn't even see what her opponent was working on. While she didn't want any more of a spanking, she was sure that it at least wouldn't be as bad, since the book was much less harsh than Isabella, so she could at least focus on freeing herself before Isabella got back, and on the one other thing she could see in the spotlight with her.
She was wrong. She'd managed to calm her tears down some during Isabella's speech, but the first spank from the book started them up again in an instant. The spankings she was getting just kept getting more painful, and her bottom was already throbbing! She was so shocked, she didn't do anything except blubber until the second spank landed, jolting her back into the reality that, if she was going to make a move, she needed to start now.
She wriggled in her bonds, hoping it looked like she was just trying to escape from the next spank, which was absolutely true, but really she was also trying to loosen the rope a little, or at least shift its position. If her fingers could just find a space, she could maybe wiggle a hand free enough to use what was turning into her favorite spell in this fight, and then she'd have a shot.
But the spanking was starting to be too much for her. Already, her squirming was starting to be less strategic and more involuntary. If she hadn't been tied up, her legs would be kicking helplessly, and if the threat of an imminent diapering wasn't hanging over her, she would be full-on sobbing. She was in danger of slipping into that anyway, but she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay focused as much as she could as the tears streamed down her face.
She knew Isabella had said ten swats, and it should have been easy to count them to herself so she knew much time she had left, but she quickly lost track. It felt like she'd had much more than that! She shook her head, whimpering, ready to give up, when she felt it.
Her breathing quickened as her hand began working frantically, slipping between the rope's coils as far as she could get it. She had no idea how long she had left, how close Isabella was, whether she was watching or listening, but there was a chance now. She kept her voice quiet, hoping the sound of the music would cover it up and keep Isabella from thinking it was anything more than her increasingly weak protests.
"A-Accio wa- wahh!" Her spell was interrupted by the book, which sent a new torrent of tears down her face. She took a shaky breath, forcing herself not to give in and cry, knowing the next spank would make her want to even more. "A-Accio w-wand!" she gasped out quietly. Her vision was quite watery now, so it was hard to make out her wand on the stage, leaving her uncertain if it was moving, or if her voice had been too weak or broken up from her sniffling, or her hand motions too constricted. "A-Accio wand," she tried again, hoping she would feel her wand floating into her grip any second now, before Isabella showed back up. If she could get off the right spell before Isabella saw she had it, then she might buy herself enough time to get free, and then get control of this fight. Hopefully.
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Isabella had intentionally left Sierra's wand on the stage. Isabella had always been an entertainer at heart, so she wanted this match to seem like an earned victory for Isabella. Plus, she wanted Sierra to feel as if Sierra couldn't beat her even when she was at her best. If Isabella could break Sierra's spirit in this duel, it'd make taming her into an assistant later much easier. Plus Isabella enjoyed Sierra being in peril like she was. Of course, she was having second thoughts after Sierra doused her in milk earlier. In the end, Isabella now wanted to break Sierra while she was in diapers now.
Isabella saw that she was trying desperately to get her wand back. Isabella noticed that her wand was on the other end of the stage, very slowly coming toward Sierra in very short bursts thanks to a weakened bird still clutching it. Sierra was winning, but the bird would keep her from getting it for a while.
Isabella smiled deviously as a thought came into her head. She whispered the magic words "Abra Cadabra...." And summoned one of the still numerous fake wands to Sierra's hand and had the rope snake slither away behind some toys and Sierra fell with a thud.
Isabella reentered the stage as the lights came up and the book pattered to the floor. She had gotten all the milk off of her and looked perfect once again. She had her wand tucked behind her ear, her hand on her hip and a bottle in the other hand.
"Where are you going little girl?" Isabella said. She began to slowly walking towards her holding out the milk bottle. "Why don't you just come with me? You don't really want to fight."
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Sierra gasped happily as her fingers closed around her wand, instantly feeling better, despite her throbbing bottom. She was a little surprised to feel the rope around her loosen, and then slide off of her completely, leaving her to fall, yet again, to the floor. She might have been suspicious about it, if Isabella hadn't marched onto stage right afterwards.
Had she seen? Sierra was still having a little trouble thinking straight after the spanking, but she thought that surely Isabella must have missed the sight of Sierra getting her wand back. Why would she have released her if she had? Or had Sierra's power just manifested themselves involuntarily, because of her situation, and finally having her wand back?
Either way, Sierra made sure to keep the wand hidden behind herself as best she could as she scrambled back to her feet, awkwardly trying to tug her shorts and underwear back up with one hand as she went. If she could get off one good spell before Isabella knew she had her wand back, then that might be all she needed to turn the tide.
She wiped her eyes with another sniffle, trying to clear her mind so she could think of the best use of that one spell. She could use Isabella's own trick and have one of the toys attack, but it would probably take more than one to distract her enough to matter, and that would involve a longer, more complicated spell that Isabella might have a chance to interrupt. There was a toy chest open nearby behind the magician. If she pulled it forward, she might be able to trip her and make her fall back into it, where she would hopefully have time to animate all the toys to grab her and keep her down, maybe even for long enough for Sierra to quickly diaper her and end this. But, while the chest was close, she wasn't sure it was close enough, and she didn't know if, on hearing Sierra cast a spell, Isabella would come after her, or check behind herself where Sierra was pointing the wand.
Then, Sierra noticed it. It was silly of her not to notice it first, but she blamed it on her currently fragile emotional state after having just endured that spanking. Isabella wasn't holding onto her wand! It was right there, just resting behind her ear, not being held there at all. Isabella would need some very fast reflexes to catch it in time. Sierra still didn't know all the details of her opponent's magic, but she'd seen her use that wand an awful lot, so she was sure that taking it away would weaken her quite a bit.
She took a tentative step backwards, wanting to get a little more distance so Isabella couldn't just leap at her physically when she realized she'd been disarmed. "I-I told you," Sierra sniffled, trying to sound as hurt and helpless and pitiful as she could. "I-I'm not a little girl!" And with that, she whipped her wand out from behind her back, letting a smile form on her face as she declared, "Accio Isabella's wand!"
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Isabella wand began to move from behind her ear. Isabella forgot that she hadn't made it stick to her ear. Fortunately, only did Sierra not have her actual wand, Isabella had very fast hands. Unfortunately, she didn't expect Sierra to do that and so she managed to grab the back of it, but it slipped out of her fingers.
Isabella hoped that Sierra didn't know that her wand required the magic words in order to work. Thankfully, the bird that held Sierra's wand now had no problem holding onto it and flew away with her wand in tow, staying out of sight.
Isabella couldn't risk Sierra having any more ammunition against her. Putting her fingers to her teeth, she whistled. Her hat began to pitch and rolled all the way back to her before the wand made it to Sierra's hand, and with a flashy movement of footwork and dexterity, she flipped it onto her head.
"You can't win Sierra. You may have my wand, but you know your wand won't work because you secretly want this...." Isabella kept advancing. The snake was beginning to slither stealthily around Sierra and was preparing to tie her up again. Isabella's plan was almost complete!
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Sierra giggled a little as she saw Isabella panic, sure that she'd made the right decision going with the spell she had. And, while Isabella did show off a little, calling her hat and all, it was much less impressive than what she'd been doing before, much more of a trick than actual magic. Maybe she had some innate talent, but Sierra was sure that, now that she had both wands, her opponent was all but helpless.
Sierra snorted a little at Isabella's words. She definitely did not want this, but even if she did, it was obvious her wand did work! She'd just used it to take Isabella's own wand! It seemed so clear that was what happened that she didn't even consider any other possibility.
"M-Maybe you're the one who wants this," Sierra responded, trying to ignore her still quite painful bum to sound as mature and confident as she could. "You knew I was a real witch and could beat you, and that's why you challenged me! You want to be bossed around and made to do whatever I want, don't you? I bet you want me to make you into a baby, since that what you thought you were going to do to me." She smiled as she looked around the room, spotting a still full bottle of milk on the floor, one that she'd lost control of partway through her spell when she'd tried to empty them all onto Isabella.
"And now you're bringing me a bottle of milk to feed you?" Sierra smirked. "What a good girl you are! But I can take care of that just fine on my own!" Really, it was that she didn't think her spell would be able to break Isabella's grasp on the bottle, but she didn't need to know that. She flicked her wand, trying to float the bottle up off the floor and straight over to Isabella's mouth before she could come up with a retort... But nothing happened. She frowned, looking down at her wand and shaking it before trying the spell again, her heart suddenly starting to beat faster as she tried to figure out what was going on. It had just worked! What could have happened to it in the past two minutes?!
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Just like that, Isabella had Sierra right where she wanted her!
Isabella sprung the trap.
Isabella had left one of the magical rings on the ground in case she needed to catch Sierra again, and thanks to Sierra backing up, she was now standing right inside of it. With her hat back on her head, she could use some more power. Isabella snapped her fingers. "Abra Cadabra!"
The ring shot up Sierra's leg, shrinking at her ankles, pinning them together. As this happened, the rope snake struck again, wrapping tightly around her and pinning her arms to her side.
Isabella rushed forward and snatched her own wand away from Sierra and lightly nudged her back. It was okay though, Sierra would once again find herself levitating in the air facing up, completely bound.
Isabella inserted the bottle into Sierra's mouth.
"Looks like your spell didn't go off. Maybe your speech applies more to you than it does to me. You didn't have to come here, Sierra." Isabella pinched her butt cheek lightly.
"But I'm so happy you did. One day you will too."
Isabella pulled out a white sheet and covered Sierra in it. After a small drumroll, she whipped the sheet away to reveal... nothing. The audience applauded as she made Sierra disappear.
Isabella bowed and went back to the changing table that also had a white sheet on it. After another small drumroll, Isabella ripped the sheet off of it and revealed the still rope bound Sierra laying on the changing table with Isabella towering over her.
Isabella leaned in and whispered softly in Sierra's ear. "It's time little girl. Are you ready?" Isabella took the now empty bottle from Sierra's mouth and placed a pacifier inside, buckling it in place with a strap that wrapped around her neck.
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Sierra gave her wand another confused shake, then started to lift Isabella's wand, hoping it would work pretty similarly to her own, or at all, considering how well hers was working at the moment.
With a snap of her opponent's fingers, it was over. Sierra gasped, feeling something closing around her ankles and her arms almost simultaneously, capturing her quite thoroughly. "No!" she squealed angrily as Isabella got closer, refusing to believe what was happening. She'd had both of the wands! She should have been able to win this!
Instead, Isabella easily snatched away her own wand, not even bothering to take Sierra's, pushing her over, only for her to float there, and stuffing a bottle in her mouth before she could say anything to contradict her silly taunts. She couldn't do much of anything at all except start quickly swallowing the milk that was flooding into her mouth so she wouldn't drown, and giving a squeal and a squirm as her sore bottom was pinched.
This couldn't be happening! She still had her wand, she had to do something! She tried to wiggle her hand free again, but even if she did that, she still needed to be able to speak. She began guzzling the milk down even quicker, hoping that once the bottle was empty, maybe she'd be able to spit it out. Either that, or she'd just fill her bladder up quicker.
As the sheet went over her, she redoubled her efforts to get loose from the rope, but this time it seemed to have learned her tricks, continuing to slither tighter around her whenever she thought she'd made a little room. When the sheet was removed, she looked around, gasping into her now empty bottle as she saw that she was laid out on the changing table.
She had a moment of hope as Isabella removed the bottle, thinking that now she just had to work on getting her wand mobile enough to use, but a moment later, her eyes widened as a pacifier's bulb was forced into her mouth, then buckled into place, ensuring she couldn't spit it out.
She shook her head, whimpering behind her pacifier. It wasn't fair! She'd gone into this fight, one she'd been sure was just with a simple magician, and from the first moment, she'd been struggling just to keep up with her, only occasionally managing to strike back. Now, even though she had her wand, she was on the changing table, bound, spanked, pacified, tummy full of milk, and, unless Isabella made a mistake, about to get diapered. This wasn't how this was supposed to go down!
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Isabella began shifting Sierra around, making her lean back toward the top of the reclinging changing table. Isabella designed it that way so not only could the audience see her, but so when ever there needed to be a performance, Sierra would see her audience and fresh diaper.
"Whilst I prepare for the finale, why don't we take a look at Sierra's history before she becomes my assistant." Isabella announced.
The lights dimmed. A projection of images played on the wall next to the stage. They were all videos of Sierra.... very choice selections. They were of her in the diaper dimension, the cases, Madison, all of the duels she lost. It was ever time she had been diapered, spanked, or humiliated. There were even some Sierra didn't recognize. Was she nursing from a robot? The audience mainly laughed and cooed at this.
While the video played, Isabella had gotten to work taking off Sierra's pants and locking her arms and legs into place. The rope assisted her, moving Sierra almost like a puppet
"Well, Sierra." Isabella spoke to her as she casually locked her wrist into one of the restraints next to her head. "I was expecting a little more from you. Perhaps I used to much power." She walked over to the other side where the rope forced Sierra's other arm into position. and Isabella began to lock that arm into place. "Of course, there was always one problem that I kept thinking about."
Isabella moved to Sierra's legs where after removing the ring, began taking off Sierra's pants. "What if someone comes for you. I mean I'm going to tour the country some day and I can't have someone come along to kidnap you just because they don't know what's best for you."
Isabella picked up Sierra's ankle and raised it to one of the rings on poles near the changing table. She began to lock it into place as well. The leg restraints not only raised her legs into the air, but also spread them apart. As she moved on to the next leg, she said. "So what to do? Well..."
*Click* Her ankle was locked in place. It was almost time! Isabella couldn't wait.
"I'll explain it in a minute. First, I'll take this." Isabella took Sierra's fake one. "It was really cute of you to try, but this isn't your wand. My little friend is taking your real wand to the other you. The you that's in the hotel asleep. She thinks she's you, and has all of your memories and skills. She's going to be you while you're in my service." Isabella tucked the fake wand away.
The lights rose again. Isabella turned around.
"Alright everyone! Thank you for coming! Now, let's welcome Sierra to her new home!" The audience cheered. A drumroll began to play. Baby supplies began to float by Isabella. Sierra's last moments of freedom were approaching.
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Sierra squirmed and whined behind her pacifier, watching in confusion as, somehow, Isabella began showing things that looked very familiar, though she would have liked to forget them. She blushed a little deeper at each one, wanting to look away, but also trying to figure out how the magician could possibly have gotten any of this? Had she been following her? Or was this part of her magic? How powerful was she, really?
And as she was worrying about that, Isabella was making more and more sure that there was no way Sierra could turn this fight around at the last minute. She blushed and tried to wriggle away as her shorts were taken away, but it did no good. She groaned and tugged as her hands were transferred into their restraints, the rope making it easy for her opponent to move her however she wanted. She felt the wand still grasped in her hand, but she still couldn't move it much, even if the pacifier gag would have allowed her to speak any spells.
And then Isabella took her feet, spreading them apart and restraining them as well, leaving her open and vulnerable, just as her words became really concerning. Sierra had been holding out some hope that her friends might come look for her and rescue her. At the least, maybe they would happen across a show of Isabella's while they were in town, and the two of them would be able to defeat Isabella.
Sierra sniffed as Isabella took her wand, then her eyes widened as the magician explained that it wasn't even her own, growing bigger and bigger as she explained her plan. Sierra shook her head. There was no way this could work! A copy of her..? Cordelia and Belladonna would notice! And if they didn't, then someone would when they got back to the school! But if it had all of her memories, and her wand, would they really? Would the copy even know that it wasn't the real thing? If it was a good enough copy, it basically would be her, and it wouldn't give anyone a reason to come looking, and then she'd be stuck here with Isabella for as long as she wanted, stuck doing whatever the magician wanted, with no wand, no real magic, and no hope of rescue.
She renewed her struggles, but by now she was already fully restrained. She was gagged and trussed up, ready for her diapering. "No faiw!" she tried to whine from behind her pacifier, but she was pretty sure nobody could have made that out. She eyed the supplies floating around her, her stomach churning as she thought of that huge chart on the side of the very piece of furniture she was strapped to right now. This was going to be a very long year...
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Isabella began with wiping down Sierra. Making sure that no pee from earlier was left on her. Then came the sprinkle of baby powder and the rubbing in that came with it, Isabella seemingly had no problem doing this to Sierra, and she did it exceptionally thoroughly.
Then came the final nail in the coffin. The drumroll began to intensify. Images that appeared on the sides of the theater shifted to different angles of the change taking place, making sure no one would miss.
Isabella took her hat off and reached inside, pulling out a fresh pair of extra large diapers. These were at least three times the size of regular diapers. They were red like a rose and had very detailed frills around her legs. In the center was the name written in pink cursive "Sierra"
Isabella began to slide it under Sierra. "Raise you bun up, Sierra." she ordered, tapping her but sharply with her wand until Sierra complied. She smiled and said. "Good girl." and slid it under Sierra's bottom, letting her butt rest in the padding.
The drumroll picked up as Isabella began the final stretch. She pulled the front up over her crotch and began to seal the tapes. When she sealed the first one, a loud trumpet played, accenting the action.
BAM!
The second seal.
BAM!
The third seal.
Only one seal left. Isabella looked Sierra in the eye as she held her finger on the last one.
"Welcome, Sierra." Isabella said. "Welcome home." With that was the final seal.
With that final seal of Sierra's fate, the entire audience erupted into cheers and applause. The lights danced all over the stage, a bright neon sign appeared reading "Welcome home Sierra!" The band picked up into a large rocking chorus, almost like a victory march. Confetti littered the skies and stage as this all happened. It was a full on celebration. Isabella bowed and began waving to audience members, who threw her roses.
But then, Isabella snapped her fingers, and everything stopped. The audience stopped cheering, the music stopped playing, and the confetti quickly fell to the ground.
"We're not done yet." Isabella turned to Sierra. "You have to do something little girl." Isabella walked over to Sierra and looked down at her. "You see, that bottle of milk I gave you earlier, it was full of little ingredients designed to turn your magic potential into waste. You should really feel the need to use the potty right about.... now!" Isabella looked for a visual response from Sierra before continuing. "Now, you're going to fill up your very first diaper for me, and you're going to give in voluntarily to fill it. Not because of spankings or because I did something to you, because you're going to do it all on your own. And don't worry about not having your magic for a while. Your clone has all your power and skill, and she really thinks she's you. I'm sure she'll do very well in your place."
Isabella got behind Sierra and began to massage her shoulders, trying to get her to relax. The drumroll began one more time, waiting for Sierra to fill her diaper for the first time as Isabella's assistant. She unbuckled her pacifier to hear her speak and began rubbing her shoulders again.
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Sierra gasped and blushed as the diapering began, the first feeling of the cool baby wipe against her skin making the whole thing really feel like reality to her. The smell of the baby powder, and Isabella's fingers rubbing it in, only intensified that feeling.
She whimpered a little as she saw the diaper, so big and thick, and so obviously made for her, with her name right across the front. She tried to look away, but wherever she turned, she saw images of the awful thing. She tried to resist, to force her sore bottom against the changing table so Isabella couldn't put the thing on her, but all it took was a few swats for her to turn obedient just long enough to ensure her doom. Her backside lifted up for a moment, and before she could even regret it, she felt it sinking into the thick padding.
She struggled, yanking on her wrist and ankle restraints, wanting to get just one limb free. Surely if she could do that, she'd find a way to get that diaper away from her, before Isabella finished! But before she knew it, she was no closer to being free, and the tapes were being ceremoniously pushed into place. She gasped at just how bulky the diaper felt between her legs, her mind still trying to process that this was her life for the next year.
Sierra's squirming only got more frantic as Isabella went in for the last tape, even though she knew it was going to do no good. She whimpered, tears starting back up as the magician looked her in the eye and welcomed her to her new life. As the last tape was sealed, she finally stopped her wriggling, lying back with a defeated sniffle. It just wasn't fair, and no amount of celebration would make it so!
Sierra looked up, teary eyed, as Isabella told her she wasn't done, unsure what else the magician could possibly have in mind for her. Her squirming started back up as the girl explained, and right on cue, she felt a rumbling in her tummy. She whimpered, her fidgeting changing as she was now struggling not to get diapered, but not to use it and rid herself of any chance she had of using her magic to defend herself. There wasn't much she could do without her wand, but she could have managed a few things.
She gulped in air as the pacifier was finally removed, still sniffling. "N-No!" she squealed. "I won't! I'm not a baby, I'm a grown witch, you can't do this to m-me!" She struggled in her restraints again, but they still felt just as secure. It was very clear that Isabella could do this, so Sierra decided to try a different tactic. She turned her head, trying to look at her. "I-I can help you!" she promised. "I can do some little spells without my wand! I bet they could spice up your act!" She nodded. "O-Or I bet there's still time for you to get my wand back! I could help you do all kinds of acts with that!"
She looked up at Isabella hopefully, groaning as her tummy rumbled again. She twisted and fidgeted, desperate to find some way out of this.
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Isabella laughed at Sierra's offers. She knelt down next to her to look her on the eye.
"I think the results in the duel show just who needs the magical training. Who knows, if you become disciplined quickly enough, you just might learn a few of my tricks. If you're a good girl." Isabella made a tissure appear and began wiping Sierra's face of tears and snot. "Besides, you're getting this formula every day, can't have too much magic from an assistant now can we."
Isabella then tilted Sierra's head back to looking at her diaper, and cast an "Abra Cadabra" so she couldn't look away. She returned to massaging Sierra trying to get her to calm down. "Just breathe in and out Sierra. Remember, it's not me that's going to do this, it's you. You're going to have to do it Sierra. Just let it out." Isabella didn't want to hypnotize her, but she had no problem doing that if she needed to.
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Sierra pouted, glaring at Isabella. She didn't want to learn some stupid magic tricks! She didn't need those, she had real magic! Or she did until she used her diaper, at least. "I don't wanna be disciplined," she grumbled, for all the good she thought that was going to do her.
Her cheeks turned red as she was forced to look at her diaper, trying to turn her head away in embarrassment, but helpless to do anything but stare. "Noo!" she wailed, sniffling again. "This isn't fair! You didn't tell me you could actually use magic when I agreed to this dumb duel! It doesn't count! It doesn't!"
She knew that didn't really count, that she had suspected as much before stepping onto the stage and starting the actual duel, but she was looking for something, anything to get her out of this before her bowels gave in, and left her totally at this magician's mercy. Well, even more totally at her mercy than she already was.
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"Actually, Sierra, it was you who dismissed my perfection and slandered my power. I'd say that it not only counts, but you needed this. I'd say this is exactly why you need discipline."
Isabella lowered herself so her head was right beside Sierra's as she spoke.
"Nobody wants discipline, but you will thank me for it later, little girl. Now come on, I can see that you're close, just give it up Sierra. Once you get your first change, you'll be ready for our first show." Isabella pinched her cheek lightly. "Isn't that exciting?"
Isabella was patient enough to wait for Sierra to give in, afterall, she still had one last little surprised for Sierra on her first day.
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Sierra frowned, glaring. It wasn't her fault that she had assumed the girl was just another Muggle magician! And it wasn't as if Isabella had really given her a choice! She'd just assumed Sierra would be her assistant, like she didn't have anything better to do! How was she supposed to react?
She blushed, not liking Isabella knowing, and commenting on, what was about to go on in Sierra's diaper, and how close she really was to doing it. It wasn't really a surprise, considering she was the one who had given Sierra the bottle that was making her do this.
"No, it's not!" she whined, trying to shake her head away from Isabella's pinching fingers, but the spell that kept her from looking away from her diaper kept her from being able to do that, either. "I don't wanna be in your dumb show!" Especially not if she was going to have to be in it in diapers!
But there wasn't much more she could do to stop it. She gasped, bouncing in place as she felt another cramp, but without being able to as much as squeeze her legs together, there wasn't much more she could do. "Nooo," she whimpered, feeling her body begin to push. She felt the warm, mushy mess begin to slowly ooze its way into her diaper, face turning red as it continued to come out, and she could see the bulge starting to form in her diaper.
It was too late, she realized. There was no real point in making it more difficult for herself now, she might as well just get it over with to make her tummy feel better, even if her bottom was about to feel much ickier in return. With a frustrated sigh, she decided to help it along, grunting softly and watching helplessly as her diaper's expansion sped up. She squirmed, hardly able to believe she was doing this right now, right in front of Isabella, but even as the embarrassment of that hit her, she realized it was too late to stop, or even slow, herself now. She gasped, feeling and watching her diaper fill, putting the final touch on her descent back out of adulthood, if only for now.
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Isabella smiled widely as Sierra had finally done the last thing needed to seal her fate. Isabella patted Sierra's tummy, "Good girl. Well done."
The band played another celebratory to on as the audience cheered almost like it was a standing ovation. Isabella bowed.
"Thanks for coming everyone. I hoped you enjoyed Sierra's debut as my assistant, please come back and see us soon! Goodnight!" With that, the music stopped, the applause got quiet, and the lights got dimmer.
Isabella turned around, the supplies floating toward her again as Isabella began changing her messy diaper.
"You did so well, Sierra. I'm so proud of you." Isabella began to peel off the front of Sierra's diaper. "Wow! You really went above and beyond with this one, didn't you?" She began to wrap up the messy diaper, it floated next to the rest of her supplies. As Isabella wiped Sierra's messy bottom, Isabella saw it as her wiping away Sierra's last ties to her old life, and the baby power being sprinkled over being Isabella's new life planned for her. Maybe a bit dramatic, but that was certainly Isabella in a nut shell.
"Now we have to get you ready for the show soon." Isabella said rubbing the baby powder in thoroughly. "Special guests are coming. I'm sure you and your friends will love the free front row seat tickets I left them." She began to unflinching a new diaper, exactly like the last one, except this one said "Mommy's assistant" rather than her name. "I'm sure they'll love the show, and you will too. Well.... Maybe just one of you." Isabella laughed as she slid the diaper toward Sierra.
She began to slide the diaper under Sierra's bottom when she stopped, expecting Sierra to lift her bottom. "You know you need diapers, Sierra. I'm not going to have to spank you again, am I?"
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Sierra sniffled, tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes as Isabella praised her, acting like this was all normal, and the way it should be. Unfortunately, for a while, that probably was the case.
She wiggled bashfully as Isabella began to change her, certainly glad that she didn't have to deal with that messy diaper, but not liking anyone else seeing it, either, or especially commenting on it. She'd hoped that maybe Isabella would at least let her out of diapers for her shows, but apparently that wasn't the case.
There was a brief moment of hope when Isabella mentioned her friends were going to be at the show. It would be humiliating for them to see her this way, but surely they'd help! But then she processed the rest of Isabella's words, and realized they had no reason to do so. They'd think she was sitting right there next to them. They'd probably just think it was a crazy coincidence that the assistant looked so much like their friend.
If only there was some way to give them a message. But why would they believe it? And how would she even do that, without her wand, or magic, or anything?
She pouted as Isabella urged her to lift her bottom again. "I don't need them," she whined, but she was still feeling the effects of the last spanking to remind her how helpless she currently was. Isabella was going to get her in that diaper one way or the other. She sighed, raising her behind off the table reluctantly, while making sure to repeat, "I don't!" to make sure Isabella knew it.
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Isabella said. "Good girl." as Sierra lifted her bum in the air for her diaper. And began to slide the new diaper under her bottom.
"Yes Sierra, because you didn't wet your pants at a trumpet sound, pee on my leg, and I'm not changing your diaper as we speak. Listen to yourself Sierra, even you dont believe it." Isabella chuckled as she pulled the front between her legs. "Besides, even if you didn't, when you're done with me, you will everyday."
Isabella finished taping up Sierra's new diaper, patting it softly. Seeing her tears begin to form, Isabella tickled her under her exposed armpits.
Isabella giggled at Sierra. Isabella couldn't understand why Sierra wanted to be outside of diapers. This seemed to be her natural state.
Isabella put the pacifier back into Sierra's mouth and began pushing the changing table (which apparently had wheels) off the stage towards Isabella's personal workshop.
"After a little nap, we gotta get you in costume for the show. Today is your first day, so I went easy on you, but tomorrow begins your discipline. Fist lesson: Losing control of your bladder." She wheeled Sierra off into the dark curtains toward her fate. Isabella had so much planned.
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Sierra sulked, not wanting to be called a good girl, certainly not for accepting her diaper like a baby, and not when she hadn't really had a choice.
She squirmed uncomfortably as Isabella recounted her accidents from that day, grumbling, "Those don't count," under her breath, but she had no real explanation as to why that was, other than that it had been during the fight, and Isabella had been trying to get a reaction out of her. She didn't like the idea that this training she was about to go through was going to make her diaper dependent, but she had no way of stopping it now, not unless Isabella forgot to give her the bottle to keep her magic free, which seemed pretty unlikely. Would she even remember how to use real magic after this was all over, or would she have to go back to school again, after everyone would have thought she already graduated?
She tried to look grumpy as she was tickled, but couldn't help giggling, at least until the pacifier was popped back into her mouth. She started subconsciously sucking on it, finding a little comfort from the uncertainty of what was going to happen to her, and then the fear of hearing the sort of thing that was going to be expected, in the action.
She whimpered behind her pacifier, "I don't wanna!" She wasn't sure whether she wanted that to be taken as she didn't want to lose her bladder control, like some baby, or she didn't want to do the show, or she didn't want to take a nap. They were all true, but she doubted complaining about them would keep Isabella from doing them. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and it seemed like she usually got it. It was just too bad that this time she'd wanted a sweet, obedient, babified Sierra to be in her magic show. At least, too bad for Sierra, because it was obvious that this was a case where Isabella absolutely was going to get her wish.