The Mother Witch

Chapter 1
The Mother Witch

This story doesn’t begin, and it doesn’t end. If you’re somebody who loves a good opening and a wonderful ending, well it’s not to say that this story isn’t for you, but it’s to say that I can’t give you either of those for the fact that it doesn’t begin or end. This story, rather, is one of a witch; not an evil witch, persay, but a witch not to be tempered with. She is beautiful, not the warty, green-skined witch of childhood fairy tales. Not at all, rather she has long, blonde hair that reaches to the floor and sharp, green eyes that pierce through your heart. Her face is sweet, with a few weathered lines on it showing her age, or at least attempting to. For the age of this witch is middle-aged for a witch, but long past dead for human years, and the body of a teenager, except for her huge 36 DD breasts. Usually garbed in a long, purple robe and red high heels, she is definitely an alluring site to any passerby.

However, this witch does not prey upon lusting men like a siren of the land, in fact she really didn’t have prey at all, however her one vice was that she enjoyed having a play thing. Granted, she let them free...eventually. Bringing in young girls that were nice and perky and when they started to age she lost interest and eventually let them go, however by the time she let them go it would probably have been best to keep them, for the same reason being that a tame animal should not go to the wild.

However, when she chose her play thing, she could do it only on Halloween night, which is, of course, where witches have the most of their power. I suppose it’s best if I let the story begin, or rather, let the story pick up...

Christine, a very pretty 18 year old girl, was happy to finally be out of high school. She didn’t miss it at all, not the classes, hanging out with friends, any of it. She really didn’t try to make the most of her high school years, rather she often thought she missed the simpler times, where she had to do nothing. Where she was a little kid and got to stay home all day and watch TV and play. She sat on the curb outside the high school, Halloween approaching quickly (it was the day of, and the night was starting to come;) her long, brunette hair falling over her brown eyes and ending at her 32 C sized breasts barely covered up by a white camisole.

She sat there not knowing what to do next, having just graduated months ago and now realizing that now she could go back home and do what she always wanted, just sit around and be lazy. She giggled at the thought that she had (the thought was a cute one, thinking that the only difference is that when she was 4 years old and didn’t feel like leaving the TV to go pee she could do it in her pants and nobody would really care, and she really couldn’t do that now.)

She sat there, staring into the woods that were behind the school, realizing that she had the enticing thought of wandering into the woods. She remembered back to being a little girl playing in the woods, and suddenly remembered how she used to stop because she needed to pee and she’d pull her pants down and pee in her panties.

She sat there with her mouth wide open, not believing the memory she just had. Had she really done that when she was a little girl? She must have, for the picture in her mind was so vivid. There she was with her short blonde hair wearing her favorite My Little Pony pink t-shirt and a pair of pink jeans and she stopped next to a log and lowered her pants. Then she sat on the log, giggling, and peed right in her panties. She watched (in her mind’s eye) the pee soak her panties and stream down the log, and then the vision was gone.

She found herself smiling at the memory and found that her legs started to work on her own. While she was lost in that thought, she didn’t realize her body had decided to start walking into the woods, and she now realized she had the urge to do what she did as a little girl. For a moment she enjoyed the late October breeze against her tan legs in her pink shorty shorts.

She came to a stop near a little creek and crouched down, letting the water run against her hands. She tried to remember the feeling of when she was a little girl and why she would pee her pants. While she was wondering why she slowly slid her shorts down to reveal her nice little triangle packed away under a baby blue cotton string bikini with a care bear on it. Her shorts dropped at her ankles and she leaned back against a tree and released herself. She felt her face flush as a damp spot appeared on her panties and she felt the warm liquid flood her pussy and run down her legs.

She didn’t know why she was doing this, she realized she was enjoying it though. She leaned back up against the tree, feeling the pee run down her legs into her socks, knowing that her shorts were going to be full of pee as well and didn’t care.

"Oh my," said a voice that made her jump so quickly she tripped over her shorts and fell to her knees, staring at a pair of red heels. She realized she couldn’t stop herself and the pee kept flowing out of her panties, splashing around her knees into the dirt and she looked up, her hair all over her red face and barely saw the green eyes looking down at her.

"What are you doing, little girl?" she asked sweetly to Christina. Christina found she could only babble as a response and she blushed. She wondered if she was speechless, for she felt she had the ability to speak. She tried again and all she could do was drool and she pulled herself up, sitting in the wet spot on the ground, her panties completely soaked and her shorts hanging off one ankle.

"Now now," she said, "little girls shouldn’t be wandering out here alone." She reached her hand down and smiled. "Come on now, take my hand and let’s go to my house." Christine tried to resist her urge to grab the lady’s hand, but found she couldn’t. She took ahold of her hand and stood up, her legs feeling wobbly, following the blonde haired woman to her house.

The lady let go of her hand and she sat down on the wood floor, feeling the pee in her panties squish against her ass and smiled at the feeling. She watched as a woman, probably about 10 years older than her with firey red hair, walked out of a room and frowned. She stomped her foot and started to argue with the nice lady, "But mommy! I can’t leave!"

"It’s time, honey," was a simple and sweet reply. "Can’t live here forever!"

"But...but...I did everything you wanted! I was a good girl!" She stomped her foot harder and the lady’s response was to reach around and smack her ass. To Christina’s surprise there was a crinkling sound and she realized the redhead was wearing a diaper.

"Mooooommmmy!" Christina saw tears running down the redhead’s face as she sat on the floor and started to kick her legs and the blonde-haired woman grabbed her hand and started to drag her to the door. Christina found she could only sit there quietly, watching a full-grown woman stand in front of her saying "mommy" and throwing a tantrum and wearing a diaper. The lady disappeared with the red-headed woman and shortly after reappeared alone.

"Well, now that that’s taken care of," she said sweetly, walking up to Christie. Christie found herself smiling and giggling when the woman reached down and picked her up. She realized she was able to be picked up pretty easily by this woman as her shorts fell to the ground. She looked at her face and saw her warm smile as she got her belly tickled, "time for my new little girl to move in! You want to be my little girl?"

Christie wanted to say no. She wanted to get the hell out of there. She really wanted to kick this woman and run out. What she did instead was feel her stomach rumble as she started to fill her panties up. The blonde haired lady gasped, but then smiled again as she said, "Uh-ohs! What did you do?"

Christie felt herself blush on the inside but on the outside she helplessly started to cry and kick her legs. She was almost naked in her baby blue panties & white cami and her panties were wet, filled with poop, and stinky. She just wanted to change and go home, she just wanted to...but then she felt the panties being pulled off her and she watched as the lady threw them away.

She wanted to protest. She felt the anger build up inside her and wanted to scream at her that those were $30 panties that she just threw in the trash. She opened her mouth but nothing came out and she watched as the lady threw out her shorts as well, another $50 in the trash. She kicked and screamed in response, unable to speak, as she felt the last of her dignity taken away as her camisole was slipped off over her head and also disposed of.

She blushed on the inside, laying in front of this woman in her house completely naked, completely humiliated. She wanted to stand up and tell this woman off, she wanted to so badly. She tried to make her body listen to her, but her body seemed to be in control and all her body could do is kick while she cried.

As she laid there kicking and screaming, she thought of how to get back at this woman. She thought she would get up and grab the nearest object, a lamp, anything, and she thought how...then she suddenly thought how good her pussy felt right now. She blushed, both inwardly & outwardly, and looked down to see the warm feeling coming from the blonde-haired girl smiling sweetly as she applied some baby powder.

Christine stopped crying and started to coo as she felt the woman’s hands rub all over her thighs and pussy.

"There we go, you’re almost my wittle girl now," the woman said softly. "Almost...just keep being a good girl for me...keep throwing your little fits and having your accidents...go ahead, sweetie, pee on my floor even like a naughty girl...it’ll help move things along."

And Christine found that, almost on command, she started to pee again as the woman’s hand rubbed her pussy. Christine was peeing all over the floor and the lady’s hand and the blonde haired lady just smiled, still rubbing Chrstine’s cunt and letting her hand get soaked with pee.

"Oh no, you peed again!" she said sweetly and tickled Christine’s little belly, and she just giggled and smiled. Christine watched in horror as the blonde haired lady pulled out the pack of diapers and put it on her. Christine was even more horrified that she was using Huggies. Christine did not have that small of an ass by far, but she soon realized that she did now.

It all suddenly made sense to Christine, but it was too late. The vision of her peeing her pants as a little girl, the nostalgic feelings of being a little girl, peeing her pants in the woods...going into the woods, even. This woman had somehow inplanted it all to lure her here. She realized now that the redhead must’ve been her last victim and she started to cry, realizing that when she was let free in 30 years she’d be an adult baby, unable to take care of herself.

The blonde woman picked her up and cuddled her. "Awwwww, it’s otay wittle one! We’re going to have fun!" She kissed her sweetly and added, "Well, until you’re not a cutie anymore. My magic only works on one person one time, but if I could turn you into a baby all over again I would!" And she did mean it, she wished she could keep one play thing and keep turning it into a baby, but she couldn’t. And she always needed her play thing.

"Oh!" she said suddenly. "What’s your name? Oh, guess you can’t tell me! Let’s name you something cute, because you’re going to be a wittle baby the rest of your life! Let’s call you...Boo Boo."

And Boo Boo found it funny. She giggled at the name. However, Chris...Christy? Crystal? Christiana? Chriiiissss....what was her name? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was she didn’t like the name Boo Boo. Or did she? No, her name was...was what? Started with a C?

The last thing she remembered, before she forgot, was feeling the warm feeling as her hand reached up and grasped the woman’s big, naked breast and her lips wrapping around her nipple, sucking it sweetly to taste the breast milk. Boo Boo cuddled up against the woman’s breasts and drank until she fell asleep. Her last thought was, "That’s right. My name’s Boo Boo and this is mommy."

That, of course, is one example. Now, you may say that clearly had a beginning and end, and in one sense, it did. It was the beginning of Christie’s story of how she met the witch, and the end of her as Christie. However, the end of her as Christie began hew new life as Boo Boo, which didn’t end. However, this story was not about Christie, it was about the witch, and Christie was definitely not her first victim and will not be her last.

She is very satisfied with her Boo Boo right now, but remember, when Boo Boo gets older, she’ll need a new play toy. She’ll find another Halloween to find a young girl lost in her thoughts to manipulate. If you find yourself in the woods remembering days of peeing your pants, it’s probably too late. Just sit down and start crying and peeing your pants, and maybe you’ll be able to make her find a new prey in the next Halloween...