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The following story contains AR and ABDL elements.
Day 1.

In an insignificant town, somewhere in the middle of the United States there were two very different girls. They were total opposites of each other. One was an attractive, redheaded, self-proclaimed queen of gossip named Stephanie. She was sociable and very confident. The other girl, Morgan did not possess these qualities. Morgan was shy and used her long chestnut brown hair to hide most of her face. On this day the difference between these two girls is even more obvious than usual. Why? That’s because Stephanie is currently being cheered on by two of her friends, while stuffing somebody in a locker again. The unfortunate victim of Stephanie’s actions is Morgan.

“Come on Stephanie, please don’t do this.” Pleaded the slightly shorter girl “I need to go somewhere.” Her bully only smirked, “Should have thought about that before looking at me like that.” The tiny crowd of Steph’s friends cheered a little louder after this nonsensical accusation. Morgan searched the crowd with her eyes, desperate for any signs of support, but she found none. “I didn’t mean anything by looking at you, please let me go.” pleaded the fearful girl. Morgan knew that her tormentor had heard the desperation in her voice, but begging was the only option she could take, the other option she had was only a last resort. Stephanie pounced at this sign of weakness and gave the younger girl a forceful final push, shoving her entirely into the locker, with her back against the wall. As The victimized girl saw Steph coming closer to her she was intimidated even more. The girl in front of her was the only thing she could see now, being pushed so firmly against the back of the locker. Morgan’s eyes moved quickly and fearfully up and down, observing Steph. The tight, revealing top and skinny jeans of her nemesis were the last things Morgan saw before the door closed. A soft clicking noise made by the lock signaled the start of her inescapable imprisonment. A chorus of laughter arose from the other side of the locked door.

Morgan felt a stinging sensation in her abdomen, a painful reminder from her bladder that she had to get out of this locker quickly. She had been on her way to the bathroom before her least favourite bully got a hold of her. “Steph, you win. I’m sorry for making you angry. Will you let me out now?” Morgan could hear a small chuckle coming from the other side of the door. “You forgot the magic word, you little freak!”. Magic words, Morgan knew plenty of those, no silly things like hocus pocus or abra kadabra, but real magic. It was tempting for Morgan the fifteen-year-old witch to use what she knew. With her skills she could have freed herself easily, or prevented this mess altogether, but not without the risk of anyone discovering her magical abilities. No, with her level of skill she would have to make quite a few preparations if she wanted to stand a chance of not being discovered. After a short pause, the girl in the locker managed to put aside her last bit of dignity and bitterly said: “Please Stephanie, please”. Steph applauded and put on a very sarcastic tone “that was very good of you, my favorite little freak, but it’s the wrong magical word.” Both the few remaining members of Steph’s crowd and Morgan were confused. “Licoln, is the magical word freak. That means five bucks if you want me to open that lock.” Morgan’s mind was racing and her thoughts were all over the place: “Shoot, I don’t have any money with me. I really badly need to pee. Why is such a nasty person so popular. Why did none of those people help me? Does everyone hate me here in this school? I could use my magic; it would be so easy, but I can’t reveal my secret.”

The young witch remained silent for the next few minutes and mainly concentrated on keeping her aching bladder in check now. This lack of response bored Steph’s friends and one by one they left, until only Stephanie was left on the other side of the door, wanting to continue this humiliating experience as long as possible. Inside the locker Morgan was fighting a losing battle against her bladder. She had her legs crossed and rhythmically bounced up and down in an attempt to prevent ultimate humiliation. Her hands were pressing tightly on her crotch through her short, black sundress. Suddenly loud banging on the door of the locker startled Morgan and in her moment of unawareness a single drop of urine found its way to her cotton panties. “You still in there, you little freak?” barked an annoyed sounding Steph, ”Or are you still looking for my pal Abe?” added the bully with a sadistic grin on her face. Morgan had no options left and hoped for some mercy from her tormentor. “Steph, please, you gotta let me go now. I really need to go to the bathroom!” After a few seconds of silence, the petite witch added, “I won’t make it if you don’t open that door!”. Morgan was on the verge of tears and almost couldn’t believe it when she saw light again as the door of the locker swung open. “Get out freak, I don’t want you pissing yourself in that locker.” As Morgan exited the locker she readjusted her long brown hair with one hand, while her other hand kept pressing down hard on her crotch. It felt so good to the younger girl to be free again, she didn’t even care much for the two new droplets of urine that dampened the crotch of her panties. As she slowly and carefully started her way to the bathroom Stephanie commented: “Wow you are really desperate.” The younger brunette ignored the bully and just kept on going. She felt a hand on her shoulder and started turning around when she was startled by two strange sensations. Firstly, a painful jab in her bladder, which was caused by Steph poking her as hard as she could with two fingers. The second sensation came an instant later, a warm feeling that spread through her underwear and started a flow of urine down her thighs.

“My little freak is really pissing herself!” yelled Stephanie, overjoyed at the effectiveness of her cruel plan. Morgan tried with all her might to stop wetting herself, but she couldn’t. Warm streams ran down the girls striped leggings, some of it dampening her socks and shoes, but most of it forming a big smelly puddle on the floor. The young witch had bright red cheeks, a wet patch on the front of her sundress and no clue that matters would get worse.

In the deserted hallway where Morgan had just peed herself there was almost complete silence, almost. The slow but steady dripping of the unfortunate witch’s urine onto the floor was the only sound that could be heard for a couple of moments, this was however followed by the clicking sounds of a camera. Morgan was sure Stephanie had taken multiple pictures and she was uncertain if she would use them as blackmail, or if Steph would just post those photographs online.

When poor Morgan finally came home that day it turned out to be even worse, Stephanie had also filmed everything with her cellphone and had covered all of Morgan’s social media profiles with this material. As the young witch cried herself to sleep that night, fearing for the social consequences of what had happened, there was only one word in her mind as she eventually drifted off to sleep “Revenge”.

Day 2.

Morgan had a plan. It was a risky, and bold plan, but she could get revenge with it. After breakfast she tossed the necessary items for her plan into her bag, which resembled a tiny fluffy coffin and left for school. She wasn’t sure if she would use her plan, it would all depend on how bad the response of her classmates would be today.

When she reached the bus stop Morgan heard a familiar voice behind her. “If it isn’t my little baby-freak” said Steph. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show up today, since… well you know, our school is meant for the big boys and girls that don’t wet their pants. Luckily for you, I’m in a kind mood today and I brought you a little something” The older girl rummaged through her bag and quickly retrieved a tiny plastic package from it. She shoved it into Morgan’s hand, she looked at it in confusion. “Is this… No, you’ve got to be kidding me. You brought me a diaper!?”. The bully smiled malignant and replied “Yeah freak, get used to it. Yesterday you showed me that you are just a little kid who isn’t able to go potty like a big girl. So from now on you will wear a diaper juts like this one, every day when you go to school and if you don’t, I will make sure you will end up pissing yourself in a locker, but I won’t be so kind to release you the next time.” The day had only just started and it was already becoming too much for the young witch. She tucked the diaper away in her fluffy coffin bag and managed to smile. Morgan had made her decision, she would get her revenge and she would get it today. “Steph, I think you are right. Anyone who behaves like a little girl should also be treated like one.” The bully was visibly surprised by this response, but she just shrugged and entered the bus.

On the bus ride Morgan made sure she sat behind her bully, even though this meant she had to endure way more insults than would otherwise have been the case. “Pee stain, Pissypants, Freak, Big baby”, those were just a few of the names Morgan got called before the bus reached the next stop. After many more stops and insults the bus finally arrived at school and after one final insult, Steph left her seat. Now Morgan smiled again and grabbed a hair from Steph’s headrest, it was the last ingredient she needed for her revenge. The young witch skipped first period and started preparing her magical cursing ritual in a janitor’s room that was out of use. Sometimes during lunchbreaks couples would come here to make out, but if she was quick enough nobody should find her here. Morgan arranged crystals, made a paste out of herbs and oils and finally set fire to the hair of Stephanie while she softly chanted ancient words of magic in a mostly forgotten language. Only one sentence, the very last one was in English: “I hereby curse the mortal human Stephanie Andrea Locke to become what she proclaims her victims to be.”

During lunch break Morgan set alone, people were giving her weird stares in the cafeteria so she sat outside. Just as the young witch wanted to take a bite of her chocolate chip cookie she heard the voice of Stephanie. “Hey, little girl!” The bully shouted and the magic started its work. “I am just here to check if you already needed a diaper change. Just in case I brought some extra.” The red-haired tormentor tapped her bag as she said this. Morgan just smiled. The strangest thing about magic is that when performed well, regular humans are very bad at noticing it. While Stephanie was blissfully unaware of the changes her body was going through at the moment as a result of her earlier statement, the young witch Morgan however was enjoying what she saw immensely.

Steph had started becoming noticeably younger. Just moments ago Stephanie’s chest had been quite large for her sixteen years of age, now her breasts were visibly receding, becoming smaller and smaller. Her height went down considerably as the effects of puberty were now undone. The popular girl had completely lost the curves she had been so proud of as her bottom flattened out and became childish and cute, instead of mature and sexy. Where only moments ago stood a very developed young woman was now only a young girl of eleven years old at most. Due to the nature of the magic Stephanie was still unaware of this change. The bully stuck out her hand to lift Morgan’s sundress. “Let’s check if you are wearing your diaper, like I told you.” To Stephanie’s big surprise however, Morgan grabbed her hand. “Stephanie, you have been a very bad little girl.” Said the teen witch. “You locked me up, made me wet myself and you put nasty photos of me online, now it is your turn to be humiliated.” The bully was confused, yesterday it had been so easy to overpower this girl, but now she seemed far stronger and… somehow taller? As Steph started noticing that something was going on Morgan casually grabbed her ear and dragged her along to the bike shed, which was usually abandoned during these hours. Steph squealed in pain and surprise. She didn’t understand how this could be happening. How could she be powerless to stop a pants wetting freak like Morgan? Her pride stood in the way of calling for help, even though it started to become more and more tempting.

Once in the bike shed Morgan closed the door and started searching for something in her bag. Steph wondered what her enemy was doing, until she realized it could only be one thing. As the witch took the diaper, which had been meant for herself, she saw little Steph squirm. They both knew what Morgan would try and they knew Morgan was now far more powerful. After a short struggle the witch pinned the now younger bully down. “You can’t do this to me! I have rights!” Morgan only gave a cold smile to the girl she used to fear “My rights didn’t stop you from being horrible to me.” “Well, I’m not a freak like you who can’t hold her own piss!” and as Steph said those words the magic began effecting her again. “Now let me go-ooo!!” “Throwing a tantrum won’t work little girl, but it might earn you a good spanking.” At the mention of the word spanking Steph became quiet. She didn’t know why that scared her so much. While her mouth became silent her mind was in a state of panic. Doubtful thoughts crossed her mind. How could this have happened? There must be a reason for this, whatever this is. No way that a freak like Morgan would give a spanking to someone like me… or maybe… would she? The former teen queen’s train of thought was broken as Morgan pulled Stephies pants down and put them aside. Tears formed in Stephanie’s eyes “I don’t wanna wear a diaper, I’m sixteen! I have a driver’s license and I’m having sex with my boyfriend every weekend! I can’t be in diapers, I can’t, this can’t happen!!” Tears ran down Steph’s face as she threw her tantrum, Steph was bawling. She felt her face had become warm, just like her panties. Stephanie was shocked to discover small streams of urine were running through her panties and down her now shorter legs. She felt completely humiliated. She had pissed herself, just like that freak Morgan had done. “Now sweetie, I know you want to be a big girl and do all kinds of big kids’ stuff, but you just showed me that you are just a little kid, not yet a big girl who can make it to the potty on her own.”

As Morgan started diapering her foe, Steph could only mutter: “It’s not fair, you should be in diapers freak, you’re a stupid diaper baby, not me”. Morgan didn’t reply and she knew that her revenge was now complete. With that last statement Steph had doomed herself to a second infancy.

Later that day the changes to Stephanie became apparent to everyone, but by that time Steph had already reverted into a young infant. A teachers called her parents, they called the hospital, they called all sorts of professionals that did many tests on baby Stephanie, all confirming that this baby was the popular sixteen-year-old Stephanie Locke. Later that week newspaper and news channels all across the nation kept discussing one topic “The freak baby”.

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The following story contains AR and ABDL elements.
Day 1.

In an insignificant town, somewhere in the middle of the United States there were two very different girls. They were total opposites of each other. One was an attractive, redheaded, self-proclaimed queen of gossip named Stephanie. She was sociable and very confident. The other girl, Morgan did not possess these qualities. Morgan was shy and used her long chestnut brown hair to hide most of her face. On this day the difference between these two girls is even more obvious than usual. Why? That’s because Stephanie is currently being cheered on by two of her friends, while stuffing somebody in a locker again. The unfortunate victim of Stephanie’s actions is Morgan.

“Come on Stephanie, please don’t do this.” Pleaded the slightly shorter girl “I need to go somewhere.” Her bully only smirked, “Should have thought about that before looking at me like that.” The tiny crowd of Steph’s friends cheered a little louder after this nonsensical accusation. Morgan searched the crowd with her eyes, desperate for any signs of support, but she found none. “I didn’t mean anything by looking at you, please let me go.” pleaded the fearful girl. Morgan knew that her tormentor had heard the desperation in her voice, but begging was the only option she could take, the other option she had was only a last resort. Stephanie pounced at this sign of weakness and gave the younger girl a forceful final push, shoving her entirely into the locker, with her back against the wall. As The victimized girl saw Steph coming closer to her she was intimidated even more. The girl in front of her was the only thing she could see now, being pushed so firmly against the back of the locker. Morgan’s eyes moved quickly and fearfully up and down, observing Steph. The tight, revealing top and skinny jeans of her nemesis were the last things Morgan saw before the door closed. A soft clicking noise made by the lock signaled the start of her inescapable imprisonment. A chorus of laughter arose from the other side of the locked door.

Morgan felt a stinging sensation in her abdomen, a painful reminder from her bladder that she had to get out of this locker quickly. She had been on her way to the bathroom before her least favourite bully got a hold of her. “Steph, you win. I’m sorry for making you angry. Will you let me out now?” Morgan could hear a small chuckle coming from the other side of the door. “You forgot the magic word, you little freak!”. Magic words, Morgan knew plenty of those, no silly things like hocus pocus or abra kadabra, but real magic. It was tempting for Morgan the fifteen-year-old witch to use what she knew. With her skills she could have freed herself easily, or prevented this mess altogether, but not without the risk of anyone discovering her magical abilities. No, with her level of skill she would have to make quite a few preparations if she wanted to stand a chance of not being discovered. After a short pause, the girl in the locker managed to put aside her last bit of dignity and bitterly said: “Please Stephanie, please”. Steph applauded and put on a very sarcastic tone “that was very good of you, my favorite little freak, but it’s the wrong magical word.” Both the few remaining members of Steph’s crowd and Morgan were confused. “Licoln, is the magical word freak. That means five bucks if you want me to open that lock.” Morgan’s mind was racing and her thoughts were all over the place: “Shoot, I don’t have any money with me. I really badly need to pee. Why is such a nasty person so popular. Why did none of those people help me? Does everyone hate me here in this school? I could use my magic; it would be so easy, but I can’t reveal my secret.”

The young witch remained silent for the next few minutes and mainly concentrated on keeping her aching bladder in check now. This lack of response bored Steph’s friends and one by one they left, until only Stephanie was left on the other side of the door, wanting to continue this humiliating experience as long as possible. Inside the locker Morgan was fighting a losing battle against her bladder. She had her legs crossed and rhythmically bounced up and down in an attempt to prevent ultimate humiliation. Her hands were pressing tightly on her crotch through her short, black sundress. Suddenly loud banging on the door of the locker startled Morgan and in her moment of unawareness a single drop of urine found its way to her cotton panties. “You still in there, you little freak?” barked an annoyed sounding Steph, ”Or are you still looking for my pal Abe?” added the bully with a sadistic grin on her face. Morgan had no options left and hoped for some mercy from her tormentor. “Steph, please, you gotta let me go now. I really need to go to the bathroom!” After a few seconds of silence, the petite witch added, “I won’t make it if you don’t open that door!”. Morgan was on the verge of tears and almost couldn’t believe it when she saw light again as the door of the locker swung open. “Get out freak, I don’t want you pissing yourself in that locker.” As Morgan exited the locker she readjusted her long brown hair with one hand, while her other hand kept pressing down hard on her crotch. It felt so good to the younger girl to be free again, she didn’t even care much for the two new droplets of urine that dampened the crotch of her panties. As she slowly and carefully started her way to the bathroom Stephanie commented: “Wow you are really desperate.” The younger brunette ignored the bully and just kept on going. She felt a hand on her shoulder and started turning around when she was startled by two strange sensations. Firstly, a painful jab in her bladder, which was caused by Steph poking her as hard as she could with two fingers. The second sensation came an instant later, a warm feeling that spread through her underwear and started a flow of urine down her thighs.

“My little freak is really pissing herself!” yelled Stephanie, overjoyed at the effectiveness of her cruel plan. Morgan tried with all her might to stop wetting herself, but she couldn’t. Warm streams ran down the girls striped leggings, some of it dampening her socks and shoes, but most of it forming a big smelly puddle on the floor. The young witch had bright red cheeks, a wet patch on the front of her sundress and no clue that matters would get worse.

In the deserted hallway where Morgan had just peed herself there was almost complete silence, almost. The slow but steady dripping of the unfortunate witch’s urine onto the floor was the only sound that could be heard for a couple of moments, this was however followed by the clicking sounds of a camera. Morgan was sure Stephanie had taken multiple pictures and she was uncertain if she would use them as blackmail, or if Steph would just post those photographs online.

When poor Morgan finally came home that day it turned out to be even worse, Stephanie had also filmed everything with her cellphone and had covered all of Morgan’s social media profiles with this material. As the young witch cried herself to sleep that night, fearing for the social consequences of what had happened, there was only one word in her mind as she eventually drifted off to sleep “Revenge”.

Day 2.

Morgan had a plan. It was a risky, and bold plan, but she could get revenge with it. After breakfast she tossed the necessary items for her plan into her bag, which resembled a tiny fluffy coffin and left for school. She wasn’t sure if she would use her plan, it would all depend on how bad the response of her classmates would be today.

When she reached the bus stop Morgan heard a familiar voice behind her. “If it isn’t my little baby-freak” said Steph. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show up today, since… well you know, our school is meant for the big boys and girls that don’t wet their pants. Luckily for you, I’m in a kind mood today and I brought you a little something” The older girl rummaged through her bag and quickly retrieved a tiny plastic package from it. She shoved it into Morgan’s hand, she looked at it in confusion. “Is this… No, you’ve got to be kidding me. You brought me a diaper!?”. The bully smiled malignant and replied “Yeah freak, get used to it. Yesterday you showed me that you are just a little kid who isn’t able to go potty like a big girl. So from now on you will wear a diaper juts like this one, every day when you go to school and if you don’t, I will make sure you will end up pissing yourself in a locker, but I won’t be so kind to release you the next time.” The day had only just started and it was already becoming too much for the young witch. She tucked the diaper away in her fluffy coffin bag and managed to smile. Morgan had made her decision, she would get her revenge and she would get it today. “Steph, I think you are right. Anyone who behaves like a little girl should also be treated like one.” The bully was visibly surprised by this response, but she just shrugged and entered the bus.

On the bus ride Morgan made sure she sat behind her bully, even though this meant she had to endure way more insults than would otherwise have been the case. “Pee stain, Pissypants, Freak, Big baby”, those were just a few of the names Morgan got called before the bus reached the next stop. After many more stops and insults the bus finally arrived at school and after one final insult, Steph left her seat. Now Morgan smiled again and grabbed a hair from Steph’s headrest, it was the last ingredient she needed for her revenge. The young witch skipped first period and started preparing her magical cursing ritual in a janitor’s room that was out of use. Sometimes during lunchbreaks couples would come here to make out, but if she was quick enough nobody should find her here. Morgan arranged crystals, made a paste out of herbs and oils and finally set fire to the hair of Stephanie while she softly chanted ancient words of magic in a mostly forgotten language. Only one sentence, the very last one was in English: “I hereby curse the mortal human Stephanie Andrea Locke to become what she proclaims her victims to be.”

During lunch break Morgan set alone, people were giving her weird stares in the cafeteria so she sat outside. Just as the young witch wanted to take a bite of her chocolate chip cookie she heard the voice of Stephanie. “Hey, little girl!” The bully shouted and the magic started its work. “I am just here to check if you already needed a diaper change. Just in case I brought some extra.” The red-haired tormentor tapped her bag as she said this. Morgan just smiled. The strangest thing about magic is that when performed well, regular humans are very bad at noticing it. While Stephanie was blissfully unaware of the changes her body was going through at the moment as a result of her earlier statement, the young witch Morgan however was enjoying what she saw immensely.

Steph had started becoming noticeably younger. Just moments ago Stephanie’s chest had been quite large for her sixteen years of age, now her breasts were visibly receding, becoming smaller and smaller. Her height went down considerably as the effects of puberty were now undone. The popular girl had completely lost the curves she had been so proud of as her bottom flattened out and became childish and cute, instead of mature and sexy. Where only moments ago stood a very developed young woman was now only a young girl of eleven years old at most. Due to the nature of the magic Stephanie was still unaware of this change. The bully stuck out her hand to lift Morgan’s sundress. “Let’s check if you are wearing your diaper, like I told you.” To Stephanie’s big surprise however, Morgan grabbed her hand. “Stephanie, you have been a very bad little girl.” Said the teen witch. “You locked me up, made me wet myself and you put nasty photos of me online, now it is your turn to be humiliated.” The bully was confused, yesterday it had been so easy to overpower this girl, but now she seemed far stronger and… somehow taller? As Steph started noticing that something was going on Morgan casually grabbed her ear and dragged her along to the bike shed, which was usually abandoned during these hours. Steph squealed in pain and surprise. She didn’t understand how this could be happening. How could she be powerless to stop a pants wetting freak like Morgan? Her pride stood in the way of calling for help, even though it started to become more and more tempting.

Once in the bike shed Morgan closed the door and started searching for something in her bag. Steph wondered what her enemy was doing, until she realized it could only be one thing. As the witch took the diaper, which had been meant for herself, she saw little Steph squirm. They both knew what Morgan would try and they knew Morgan was now far more powerful. After a short struggle the witch pinned the now younger bully down. “You can’t do this to me! I have rights!” Morgan only gave a cold smile to the girl she used to fear “My rights didn’t stop you from being horrible to me.” “Well, I’m not a freak like you who can’t hold her own piss!” and as Steph said those words the magic began effecting her again. “Now let me go-ooo!!” “Throwing a tantrum won’t work little girl, but it might earn you a good spanking.” At the mention of the word spanking Steph became quiet. She didn’t know why that scared her so much. While her mouth became silent her mind was in a state of panic. Doubtful thoughts crossed her mind. How could this have happened? There must be a reason for this, whatever this is. No way that a freak like Morgan would give a spanking to someone like me… or maybe… would she? The former teen queen’s train of thought was broken as Morgan pulled Stephies pants down and put them aside. Tears formed in Stephanie’s eyes “I don’t wanna wear a diaper, I’m sixteen! I have a driver’s license and I’m having sex with my boyfriend every weekend! I can’t be in diapers, I can’t, this can’t happen!!” Tears ran down Steph’s face as she threw her tantrum, Steph was bawling. She felt her face had become warm, just like her panties. Stephanie was shocked to discover small streams of urine were running through her panties and down her now shorter legs. She felt completely humiliated. She had pissed herself, just like that freak Morgan had done. “Now sweetie, I know you want to be a big girl and do all kinds of big kids’ stuff, but you just showed me that you are just a little kid, not yet a big girl who can make it to the potty on her own.”

As Morgan started diapering her foe, Steph could only mutter: “It’s not fair, you should be in diapers freak, you’re a stupid diaper baby, not me”. Morgan didn’t reply and she knew that her revenge was now complete. With that last statement Steph had doomed herself to a second infancy.

Later that day the changes to Stephanie became apparent to everyone, but by that time Steph had already reverted into a young infant. A teachers called her parents, they called the hospital, they called all sorts of professionals that did many tests on baby Stephanie, all confirming that this baby was the popular sixteen-year-old Stephanie Locke. Later that week newspaper and news channels all across the nation kept discussing one topic “The freak baby”.