"But why can't I just use the toilet?" Sierra whimpered, glancing between that and the bulging, full enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod.

"You know you aren't ready for that yet," Robin replied, turning her and sliding the back of her thick diaper down, giving Sierra an even better view of the toilet she was mere inches away from as Robin slipped the enema hose into her backside, then tugged the diaper back up. "You proved again and again that we just need to start from scratch. I'd like you to be back in training pants, at least, by the wedding, but at this rate, it doesn't look likely, does it? I wanted you to be my maid of honor, but that's far too much responsibility for somebody in diapers, isn't it? I might have to find a more appropriate role for you if you can't learn to use the potty before then."

Sierra opened her mouth to answer, only to gasp instead as Robin undid the clamp on the hose. The warm water started to rush into her, making her squirm and dance in discomfort, trying to escape from the liquid filling her tummy. The last thing she wanted to do was let Robin marry her father, but he refused to listen to her when she tried to tell him that Robin was really a shapeshifting robot from another dimension, for some reason.

The doorbell rang, making Sierra blush just knowing somebody else was nearby while she stood there in nothing but a diaper. "I'll be right back," Robin told her. "Don't touch anything, young lady, unless you want a spanking, too."

As tempted as Sierra was to yank out the tube and take the three steps to the toilet to get rid of the enema before she was forced to use her diaper, she knew that Robin wasn't joking, or making idle threats. She looked at the clamp, considering closing it again to at least slow the flow for a bit to get a little relief, but that would just draw this whole ordeal out even more, and force her to hold the water inside herself for longer. Her best option, like it or not, was to stand there in just her diaper and take her enema.

"And here she is!" Robin announced.

Sierra squeaked in fright as the bathroom door opened, revealing her to not only Robin, but two teenage girls who looked very familiar. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to cover both her chest and her bulging diaper at the same time, to no avail. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Sierra asked Robin.

"Sierra, I told you, I have a real job, I can't spend all of my time looking after you, even though you clearly need constant supervision. Luckily, these girls came to me and offered to help. They're both quite smart, and have already graduated, but were having trouble finding work because of their age. So maybe they can even tutor you once you go back to school. I'm sorry, what were your names again?"

"I'm Jessica," the redheaded girl said, stepping forward and tapping Sierra on the nose. "Hi, there, cutie!"

"And I'm Morgan!" declared the girl with black hair. "Nice to meet you!"

"They both come very highly recommended," Robin told Sierra. "Now, I want you to be a good girl for your babysitters, you understand?"

Sierra stared up at the two teens and gulped. "But..." she whimpered.

"Don't worry, we know how to take care of disobedient little girls, too," Jessica smiled. "We've got it under control!"

"All right," Robin nodded. "Now, once she poops her diaper, I want you to keep her in that diaper for a little while before changing her, just to make sure she gets it all out. If there are any other messy accidents, make sure to let me know, because that's a no-no. If she wets herself, and she will, a lot, that's okay. She isn't ready for that training yet."

"No problem!" Morgan said. "We'll take good care of her!"

Robin kissed Sierra on the head and left, leaving Sierra there in the bathroom with the two teenaged girls. Sierra fidgeted, staring up at them nervously.

"Look at this big girl," Jessica said, kneeling down to give Sierra's diaper a pat. "Learning all about potty training! It's about time, isn't it?"

"This is your fault!" Sierra pouted, whimpering as Morgan gave the enema bag a squeeze, making the water squirt into her even quicker.

"You're the one who insulted our heritage," Morgan told her.

"No, you don't understand, I..." Sierra tried to explain.

"Oh, we understand perfectly," Jessica said. "Do you still think this is appropriate?" She snapped her fingers, and the witch hat from Sierra's Halloween costume appeared on her head.

"It was Halloween!" Sierra whined. "I didn't mean anything by it, I swear!" She'd just happened across the girls that night, and they'd taken a lot of offense at her misrepresentation of witch-kind. That, or they'd just decided she looked fun to pick on, and that was their excuse.

With another snap, the rest of Sierra's costume materialized around her. She was glad, for a moment, to have something to cover herself with, but only until she looked down. The dress wasn't the original she'd started the night out with, or even the version the teen witches had made, turning the leotard into a onesie and the skirt see-through. Now, it was just a shirt and the skirt, which was translucent again, and even shorter than before, covering barely half of the diaper and leaving the whole thing visible.

"We could have forgiven that," Jessica said, "but we decided to give your Step-Mommy a call and see how old you really are." She looked up at Sierra and giggled, with Morgan joining in and Sierra staring down at her feet.

"We couldn't believe our ears!" Morgan told her. "We thought there was no way you could be older than us! That must be so humiliating!"

"But," Jessica interrupted, "it also meant we let you off way too easy. You're definitely old enough than to run around making fun of witches like that!"

"I wasn't!" Sierra pleaded with them. "I-I wouldn't!"

"And why's that?" Morgan demanded.

Sierra fidgeted in place, wondering if she should say it. Clearly, they knew that magic existed, seeing as they could use it, but she'd learned it was still a good idea to keep her abilities a secret. If they knew the truth, though, then maybe they'd take it easy on her, as a fellow witch.

"Because I am one," she said finally, with a sigh.

The teens looked at each other for a long moment, then burst out laughing. Sierra blushed, groaning as a cramp wracked her tummy. "I am!" she insisted.

"Yeah, right," Jessica giggled. "Being able to make your diaper change colors doesn't count."

"If you're a witch," Morgan said, holding a hand up to quiet her friend, though she seemed to be having trouble keeping from laughing, too, "Prove it."

"W-Well, I can't," Sierra shifted in place. "Not right now!" The two girls looked at her skeptically.

"Why not?" Jessica asked. "Are you too distracted by your nice, big enema?" She patted Sierra's tummy, which was feeling incredibly full and bloated now. "Or by thinking about sitting on the floor playing with dolls in your poopy diaper while we watch you and make fun of you today?"

"I-I can't do magic with my bare hands," Sierra told them. It wasn't entirely true, but she wasn't great at wandless magic, even when she was able to concentrate fully on it. "I have to get something!"

"I think somebody just wants out of her enema," Morgan mused, but she reached up and pushed the clamp shut anyway, halting the progress of the water before reaching in and gently working the hose loose. "Go on, get whatever it is you need," she said. "But if you don't impress us, I'm telling your Step-Mommy you didn't take your enema like a good girl. I bet she won't like that, will she?"

Sierra shook her head worriedly, before reminding herself that she didn't have to worry. All it would take was a simple spell, and these girls would have to leave her alone! She started to toddle out of the bathroom, only to be stopped by Jessica. "Oh, and Sierra?" the girl said, "you have until you use your diaper... So I think you'd better hurry."

Sierra was sent off with a hard swat on the bottom, which she barely felt through her diaper. She rushed to her bedroom, where she'd hidden her wand to keep Robin from finding it. She was certain that was the only reason Robin hadn't already dragged her back to the dimension she'd originally come from. She'd moved the wand around several times, trying to keep ahead of the woman.

Unfortunately, this time, she had it under a loose floorboard. She groaned as she stared down at it, wondering how she was going to grab it without bending too much, sure doing that was going to speed up her clock by an awful lot. Awkwardly, she bent her knees, trying to keep her torso absolutely straight while also keeping her balance, not wanting to fall and jar her tummy that way.

To her surprise, she managed it, but that was only the first step. She stared down at the floorboard, sweat starting to bead on her forehead. She raised her hand, gulping and saying, "A-Accio floorboard," but the growing pressure inside made it just as difficult as she was afraid it would. The floorboard didn't even jiggle in place! With a sigh, she bent down, fumbling with the board. Even in the best of times, it was a little hard to extract, but that was the point, since she didn't want anyone else to find it.

She gasped, stopping to clamp one hand over her bottom for a long, tense moment as she used every ounce of concentration she had to keep her body from betraying her, managing it somehow. This was probably the worst position she could be in right now, but what else could she do?!

She went back to the floorboard, more desperate now, and, after a few more attempts, managed to pry it up. She panted for a few seconds, working up the courage to bend forward even more until she was on all fours, her quivering, diapered bottom raising into the air as she shoved her hand into the hole and fished for the wand. To make it even more difficult for anyone who might look for the wand, she'd magically extended the hole so that it stretched exactly as far as she could reach. It hadn't been an issue before, but now she really wished she hadn't been quite a cautious.

Thankfully, her fingers closed around it quickly, making her feel instantly better, and, without thinking, she tried to scramble to her feet. She rocked back from her hands and knees to a squatting position, only to gasp as another cramp hit. She whimpered, quickly debating with herself what to do. Staying in this position seemed like a bad idea, so she sprang upwards, not thinking about the pressure that would put on her stomach.

She made it to her feet, though she had to wave her arms for a moment or two to keep from losing her balance. Unfortunately, during the trip, she felt a warm squirt of something push its way into her diaper, and now that she was stable, she could feel its gooey presence even more. She blushed and squirmed, but had to tell herself to ignore it. Much worse was coming!

She hurried back to the bathroom, but the girls weren't there. Her eyes widened as she wondered if they'd hidden to make this even more difficult, but after a second she heard them giggling and talking in the living room. She scurried there, rushing in front of them. "Here!" she declared, raising her wand high. "I can..."

Before she could try to cast anything, Jessica had hopped off the couch and grabbed the older, yet smaller, girl, turning her around and tugging out the back of her diaper. "I thought I smelled something! Sorry, time's up!"

"N-No!" Sierra protested, cheeks red. "No fair! I-It's just a little accident! Come on, I..."

She started trying to cast a spell anyway, but before she could, Morgan had snatched her wand out of her hand. "Look at this!" she scoffed, holding it up for Jessica to see. "She honestly thought this silly toy could fool us!"

"It isn't a toy!" Sierra insisted, tears stinging her eyes. "Give it back right now!"

"Oh, I'll give it back," Morgan smirked. She snapped her fingers and the wand began to expand and contort before Sierra's eyes, turning from a thin piece of wood into a thick, wooden paddle, with holes in the shapes of stars. It floated out of Morgan's hand, then zoomed towards Sierra.

"No!" Sierra squirmed out of Jessica's grip, dashing away as the paddle swung at her. She wasn't quite quick enough, and she yelped as it connected, seeming to ignore the protection of Sierra's padding. She yelped, then blushed as her tummy released another rush of mess into her pants. "St-Stop it!" she wailed, scrambling away from the paddle as quickly as she could. "Change it back!"

"If you're really a witch, you should be able to do that yourself," Morgan giggled. "Come on, let's see it!"

But Sierra was too busy running, at least until she tripped over her own feet and fell flat on her stomach. With a loud gasp, the rest of the enema exploded out of her, leaving her too stunned to do anything for a long few seconds as she rapidly loaded her diaper. The paddle let her lie there, blushing, for long enough to soak in that humiliation before attacking, still just as painful, but now with the added embarrassment of squishing the contents of her pants with every swat.

"I-I am a witch!" Sierra wailed, trying to climb to her feet. "Y-You can't do this to me!"

"She still doesn't get it," Jessica shook her head. "It's so offensive that a big, helpless crybaby like this is trying to appropriate our culture, don't you think?"

"I do," Morgan agreed. "Maybe she should get a taste of what it's really like to be a witch."

With a snap of her fingers, the living room vanished, and Sierra was falling again. The fall was longer, though not enough to really hurt as she landed in the dirt. The spank from the paddle hurt more!

She looked around to see that she was in the middle of what looked like a decent sized village, a group of people gawking at her, then froze in fear and mortification, remembering what she was wearing. She tried to cover the front of her diaper, before another swat made her move her hands to the back as she tried to shield herself and grab at the errant wand.

She lunged at it a few times before managing to get ahold of it, and even then it was quite a task to keep it. She breathed a sigh of relief anyway, hoping she was going to be able to pull off the transformation spell to change it back. She could still feel power in it, though she wasn't sure she was going to be able to use it on itself in this form.

Before she could even try, a large hand closed around her forearm. "This is no place for your kind," a burly man scowled down at her.

"I-I'm sorry!" Sierra fidgeted, suddenly much more conscious of her messy diaper now that somebody was so close to her. "I was just getting on my way!"

"The treaties say you aren't allowed to even pass through here," he informed her, starting to pull her. She had no choice but to go with him, since he was much stronger than she was.

"Huh? Wh-What treaties?" she asked, looking around at all the other villagers, hoping one of them would defend her, but they were nodding in agreement. "No, you don't understand, I..." As she glanced around the buildings, she saw a banner of a familiar looking woman in a regal purple dress and a crown. "I know her!" she declared, pointing at the Diaper Queen. "Well, I know her Archwizard, anyway. Call her! Call Aurora! She'll help!"

The man stopped, and Sierra thought for a moment it was going to be all right. "If you know enough to know the Archwizard by name, then you should know that magic-users aren't welcome here," he told her sternly. "I was going to escort you out of town, but clearly you need a lesson in respect."

"N-No, I don't!" Sierra shook her head, gulping as the man changed direction, heading back towards the center of the village. "I'm not from around here! I-I just guess the Archwizard's name, that's all! You don't have to do this!"

She gulped as they stopped, and she saw a pole attached to the ground, a cuff at either end. A woman stepped forward, eagerly putting the cuffs around Sierra's ankles. The man let go of her and grabbed her wand, while the woman took a pair of wrist cuffs and restrained Sierra's hands behind her back.

"We have our own paddle, but this one seems to be special," he mused. "If you're going to bring your magic here, then you might as well have it used on you."

"Huh? Wait, let me go!" Sierra wailed, squirming helplessly in her handcuffs and ankle spreader bar. "This isn't fair!"

"Go ahead and change her, for now," the man told the woman who'd helped him. "I'll make the sign."

Sierra's eyes lit up. Obviously, this wasn't the best situation, but a change would be nice! Usually, she had to wait until lunchtime, sometimes even longer! And maybe while she was being changed, she could get away and go find Aurora to help her out of this mess!

To her horror, however, instead of unchaining her or taking her somewhere private, the woman made her lay down right there, and, despite Sierra's blushing and whining, changed her in the middle of the village. By the time she was done, the man had returned with a large sign, Sierra's wand-paddle chained to one corner menacingly.

'Found guilty of Witchcraft,' the sign read. 'Sentence - 1 day(s) of itching powder, enemas, and spankings.'

"Wh-What?!" Sierra gasped, cheeks burning. "I wasn't found guilty of anything!"

"You magicked your way right into the middle of our town," the man told her gruffly. "Would you like a trial? I doubt our judge would be nearly as lenient as me, but you're welcome to try him."

Sierra whimpered, wanting to stomp her feet, but unable to. "No," she finally pouted.

"Good. Now, I think it's only fair that I deliver the first spanking," the gathered villagers agreed, and Sierra was quickly reduced to tears as he grabbed the paddle and pushed her forward, sliding her diaper down in front of everyone to deliver a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. And, to make it worse, before he replaced the diaper over her now throbbing backside, the woman handed him a container that he sprinkled liberally inside.

Sierra whined and squirmed as the diaper was put back, feeling an itching sensation starting to spread that she couldn't do anything about in her current restraints. The container of itching powder was set near the sign, where Sierra also noticed an enema bag.

"Now, young lady," the man told her, "For the length of your punishment, anyone can administer any, or all, of your punishments at any point. It would be in your best interest to take them like an adult, with no whining and crying, and thank them for helping you, or they'll just be more likely to come back again."

Sierra stared up at him, sniffling. "Th-This isn't fair," she whimpered.

"You're a witch, aren't you?" he demanded.

Sierra chewed on her bottom lip nervously. She was, of course, but obviously that wasn't a good thing here. If she said no, would he let her go? Finally, she shook her head.

"Lying, too, eh? Well, maybe a couple extra days will do you some good." Despite Sierra's begging, he took the sign, and when he returned, it now read 3 days.

"No fair!" she wailed, tugging at the wrist cuffs. "Let me gooo!"

He didn't answer. Instead, she heard a familiar pair of giggles and saw Jessica and Morgan, dressed like the other villagers, walking up to her.

"Ah, there you two are," the man said. "Can you believe we caught another one?" He shook his head. "Feel free to punish her if you like."

"Yes, Daddy," Jessica smiled up at him. "By the way, is it all right if I stay at Morgan's place tonight?"

"Sure," the man smiled.

The two girls watched him go, then turned to Sierra with evil grins. "L-Let me out of here!" Sierra demanded. "Or I'll tell him the truth!"

Jessica laughed. "Go ahead. I'm sure he wouldn't take offense to you accusing his only daughter of witchcraft and add a few more days to your sentence. I'm sure he'd believe the word of a filthy witch over that of his loving daughter."

"Oh, but wait," Morgan said. "She isn't a witch. She admitted it."

"N-No, I am!" Sierra exclaimed, then blushed and quieted down, remembering this wasn't the place to say that. "You have to get me out of here! Robin and my dad aren't going to be happy if I just vanish for three days!"

"We aren't amateurs," Jessica told her. "Don't worry, we'll get you home right on time today, after you finish your punishment here."

"Obviously, you wouldn't know anything about it, but time dilation is no big deal," Morgan shrugged. "We've learned all kind of cool tricks from the books Jessica's dad has confiscated. Like the one we used to find your world."

"Yeah, we thought it was kind of boring at first, but it's growing on us," Jessica said. "Especially now that we have a job lined up." She grinned down at Sierra, pinching her cheek. "You're just such a cute little baby to take care of!"

"Now," Morgan declared, walking to the sign. "We were told to let you stay in your diaper for a while, but that didn't work out, did it? It's just too bad that first one cleaned you out," she said with a wink and a snap of her fingers.

Sierra squirmed and pouted as she watched her two new babysitters start to ready another enema, feeling her tummy start to fill up to prepare for another very messy diaper when they were done with her. Once she got her wand back, and proved that she really was a witch to these brats, she was going to make them pay! But that was, at the very least, three long days, and many, many humiliations away.