Witchy Business (CYOA - 5)

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You decide that the best course of action is to prove yourself. Strange VHS tape or not, you're still an adult. How hard could it be to use the bathroom like you've done countless times before?

"So you're gonna use the potty then, huh?" asked Clara. "Or try to at least…" She smirks down at you, then nods to her goons. The two security personnel free you from your bonds and hoist you to your feet. "Now...for this to work, we're going to need you to wear some new underwear. Gonna be hard to tell if you've pissed yourself if you're already wearing pee-stained undies." The two guards unceremoniously strip you of your wet bottoms and soaked underwear. They then lift you several inches into the air and hold you there. Clara, meanwhile, reaches into a bag next to the door and pulls free a plain white pair of disposable training pants. She stretches then out between her hands, then kneels to slide them up your legs. Any resistance you give is met swiftly and firmly with a slap on your ass by one of the guards. Clara stands again as she tugs the underwear up your thighs and to your waist. The thin padding is surprisingly noisy and crinkles loudly as Clara adjusts it. "Perfect. Now...use the potty or prove to us what a little baby you really are."

The guards put you back on your feet and prod you toward the bathroom. It's a small, single-user restroom with little else besides a stall, a sink, and a wall-mounted changing table. You notice that the changing table is much longer than you've seen before. You swallow audibly upon realizing what Clara has intended if you fail. With that in mind, you slowly approach the stall. It shouldn’t be difficult, you think. After all, it’s just a toilet. Even little kids use the potty. It should be no match for someone your age.

“Hurry up and quit quakin’ in your boots already,” warns Clara.

Were your legs really shaking? Did your bottom lip really tremble? Did the mere sight of a restroom stall really make you feel so worried? Yes. It was true. The VHS tape had done a number to your mind. You felt a true fear response as your fingers neared the stall door handle. With all the courage you had, you flung open the door and revealed the white porcelain toilet within. Your body goes still as familiar words flood your mind.

The potty is scary. It makes no sense.

You avoid it at all costs. You can't even look at it.

Can you?

You look away as quickly as you can. Something about the mere sight of the toilet is enough to make tears form at the corners of your eyes. Truly, the potty scares you. A good kid like you would never use one. At least, that’s what the voice in your head tells you. That familiar voice that repeats itself over and over again. The longer you’re near the toilet, the more you hear it. Before long you’re holding your head, desperate to make the words stop. That’s when it hits you. There’s only one way to make the words stop. You can’t use the potty. You have to prove Clara right. The thought drives you crazy. To willingly sink so low is something you have no interest in doing. Unfortunately for you, your body is weaker willed than you are. The words from the video continue to echo in your mind as a sudden pressure builds within your body. You bend at the waist and let loose a breathy grunt as your body gives in to its desires.

“Oh...I know that face,” says Clara. “Someone really is just a little baby. Is the potty really that scary, little one?”

The teasing is just enough for you to snap to your senses. You try to stop yourself from committing the embarrassing act, but it’s too late. With your eyes glued to the floor between yourself and the toilet, your body betrays you and you quickly find yourself filling your training pants with a warm, smelly mush. Laughter erupts behind you as you do so. More and more brown muck fills your disposable underwear until it says heavily between your thighs. There's absolutely no missing what you did.

"Alright, well that was fun to see. Another overgrown brat realizing their place," says Clara, "But now comes the really fun part: the consequences of your actions…" Clara enters the bathroom with her two goons shortly behind her. The guards release the changing table from its wall holder as Clara approaches you. She places a gentle hand on the seat of your training pants, then lifts every so slightly so as to literally rub in your failure. "You remember what I said, right? About what happens when you inevitably fail? This combined with your attitude problem clearly tells me that you don't belong in the office. No...I've got just the special place for little babies like you. And once we get you in a diaper, you'll fit right in."

You turn to run, having no desire to see what Clara has intended for you. Clara easily trips you, then laughs as you fall onto the bathroom floor. She lifts you from the floor with ease and hoists you up onto the changing table. Restraints are quickly fitted to your wrists and ankles while a large leather strap is pulled over your stomach. You're powerless to do anything but squirm as your messy training pants are removed and your bottom cleaned. Clara takes her time cleaning you up, enjoying herself all the while. She smirks down at you as she thoroughly cleans your bottom. There's more laughter as she sticks a finger into your butthole while she wipes you clean. Never before have you felt so helpless. That feeling only gets worse as one of the guards hands off a bulky, cartoon print diaper to Clara. Clara then slips that diaper underneath your bottom before covering your crotch and bottom in a cloud of baby powder. All the while you protest and squirm as much as the restraints will allow. The guards quickly grow tired of your complaints, however, and soon you've got an oversized pacifier stuffed in your mouth. To make matters worse, the pacifier comes with a strap that is quickly secured around your head leaving you unable to spit the offending pacifier out.

"That's better," says Clara as your complaints are turned into infantile babble. "Now you sound the part too. No one will think anything is amiss when we escort you to the employee daycare. Especially once I've got you double-diapered and dressed properly." As Clara speaks the guards hand off another diaper followed by a pastel pink onesie decorated in cutesy versions of office supplies. A particularly cute stapler smiles at you from just above the snap crotch. The sight makes you recoil from embarrassment. To think that your failure at using the potty would make things so bad. Tears start to form in your eyes as the second diaper is taped in place. The massive bulk between your thighs forces your legs apart and gives you the appearance of an overgrown toddler. You're sniffling and whimpering as the restraints are released and the onesie is pulled down over your head. The snap crotch barely connects over your thick diapers. The tautness of the fabric pushes the diaper into your crotch and butt. "There. Consider yourself demoted to office baby. But don't worry. It's not all bad. You've got nap time coming up soon."

With Clara behind you and the two guards in front, you're escorted from the bathroom and back into the stairwell. Clara keeps a quick pace that is difficult to match given your current attire. Ever so often she'll prod you on the diapered butt, adding more crinkles to the already painfully gratuitous amount of crinkles coming from your pampered bottom. Up and up the stairs you go to the second floor. There, you pass by your boss's office and several of your smiling coworkers as you're brought to the far end of the floor. The employee daycare, once reserved for actual children of the staff, is now inhabited by several adults dressed similarly to yourself. "Some of your new friends," says Clara. "People just like you that couldn't keep their little mouths shut and their pampers on." She pushes you past the doors and into the center of the room. An older woman named Hazel greets you.

"Good afternoon, Clara and friends," says Hazel. "I see you've brought me another charge to keep an eye on. Another naughty baby, I assume…"

Clara nods. "Not as naughty as they come, but someone clearly in need of a lesson. I leave them in your care."

"Perfect!" says Hazel. "Well let's just go ahead and get you settled in then while we let Clara and her friends get back to work, hmm? You've been enough of a handful I'm sure."

Clara and her goons quickly leave without so much as a look in your direction. Despite their teasing and cruelty, it appears that you're nothing more than just another naughty worker to them. Considering how embarrassed they made you, part of you wishes they had more to say for themselves. You aren't some baby that will just lie down and take whatever comes your way.

"Alrighty, little one. I'm sure you're tuckered out from being such a little stinker. Why don't you join the other kids and nap for a little while. I'm sure you'll feel much better once you're not so tired and cranky," says Hazel. She guides you to a mat in-between two others. The one on the left lays on her back and appears to be sleeping, the one on the right lays on their side with their eyes fluttering open every so often. Hazel forces you to lay down between the two. Despite her age and appearance, the woman is quite strong and manages to push you down to the mat with ease. She forces you to your back with your legs spread then hands you a stuffed animal. "Now no fussing and no staying awake. Good babies do as they're told."

At that, Hazel leaves you to stare at the ceiling. Various colorful stickers decorate the spot of ceiling above you. They're shiny and attract your attention, but the longer you look the more tired you feel. A particularly colorful baby bear in pajamas seems to look right at you. You can't help but look back, your eyes mysteriously drawn to the large sticker.

"Pssst…" says a voice to your left. "Pssst...look at me...now!"

...

Look for whoever calls to you.

Continue to stare at the stickers.