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[Bad Ending] Back to Basics
🕑 Added 2020-04-24 21:56:00 +0000 UTCMelanie Mertz was in her third year of wizarding college. She came from a long line of powerful human witches and wizards. The Mertz family was well known across the continent. Nearly all of them were famous for one thing or another. All of them except Melanie. As the youngest of five children, Melanie was the last in order of inheritance among other things. Where her siblings excelled, she struggled. It took all her willpower and intelligence to make it to her third year at the prestigious Addington College. Something her older siblings had done with ease. The family had practically written her off at that point. Her mother had often told her to just get married or to try out a trade; anything but the magic she clearly struggled with. Melanie did no such thing. She continued with her studies and quickly found herself nearly at the end of it all. Only one more task stood in her way before her final year of college: Dungeon Exploration.
Wizards were typically kept in courts as advisers to royalty. Some, however, went off to explore and record the histories of old. No matter the outcome, all magic users needed some level of combat experience. Melanie was assigned to a no-name, low-level dungeon. She assumed it to be a slight, but decided that it did not matter. All she needed to do was to beat the dungeon. Surely, she would breeze right through and graduate to her next year. Slight or not, the task she had been given was easy. All the better for Melanie.
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The entrance to the dungeon along with its first few floors proved Melanie to be right. It was as if her professor had given her something easy so that she wouldn’t fail. Melanie appreciated the sentiment, but the dungeon was simply too easy. How was she to learn without any challenge? Hardly any of the creatures she came across required magic to defeat. Most of them fell to a single strike from her staff. Only the area boss proved to have some form of difficulty. Even then, a low-level fire spell handled the goblin easily. Melanie was surprised to find that the beast carried an incredible amount of gold. The only thing she had seen that might make the dungeon worth it up until that point. She filled her pack with the loot and made her way further into the depths.
A set of obsidian stairs marked the transition from one area to the next. The broken tile and bare dirt of the first area was put to shame by the smooth black stone beneath her feet. Melanie pulled a notebook from her pack and examined the walls around her. She found ancient runes, hidden traps, and the old warnings of adventurers long since dead. It all fascinated her to no end. So much so that she didn’t even notice the faint sound of flesh on stone. A bolt of magical energy blasted Melanie in her back. She was knocked forward onto her stomach and slid several feet along the smooth stone.
“What do we have here? Are you lost, little girl?” A soothing, feminine voice spoke to Melanie from across the room.
Melanie pushed herself up off the floor and into a low crouch. Across from her stood a female half-giant. The woman must have been nearly three or four heads taller than Melanie. Her hair was a deep shade of red that well-matched the fire in her eyes. Clearly a magic-user, she had a less athletic build than most half-giants Melanie had come across. She was dressed casually in a white blouse and a long brown skirt. The pockets of which were filled with chalk, cloth, and rope. Melanie assumed them to be spell components, but couldn’t imagine the kind of spell they might help cast. “I’m a wizard. A powerful one…” Melanie lied. The half-giant’s blast hardly scratched her, so she figured it was weak. No reason not to take advantage of the situation. Melanie readied a calming spell in the hopes that, combined with her lie, she might get them to leave.
“A powerful wizard that ventured into a dungeon with no wards in place? Seems rather foolish, miss…”
The calming spell took longer to prepare than Melanie thought it would. She reluctantly answered the half-giant, desperate to stall, “Melanie. Melanie Mertz.”
“Well met, little Melanie. You can call me Ms. Grace. I’ll be your dungeoneering instructor.” The half-giant chuckled to herself. She then raised her staff and slowly approached Melanie.
“B-Back up! I’m warning you!” Melanie took a step back on uneasy legs.
“And I’m warning you, little Melanie. If you don’t watch where you’re going, you’re only going to regret it,” said Ms. Grace. She continued to close the distance between herself and Melanie.
Melanie desperately continued to gather mana from the world around herself to power her spell. She needed time. “Shit...shit...shit…” Melanie took another step back. The stone beneath her foot dropped under the weight and Melanie fell backward into a hole that had formed in stone.
The drop was far enough to send a shiver up Melanie's spine from the impact of her landing. Somehow, she managed to land square into a smooth wooden seat with a tray attached. A juvenile form of writing desk that she remembered from her earlier years of schooling. "W-What the…?" A pair of pink leather straps magically appear and secure Melanie's ankles to the desk. She curses under her breath. She let herself get trapped so easily. Thankfully, her calming spell was nearly ready. Melanie increased its strength in the hopes that she could convince the half-giant to remove the restraints.
The stone of the above floor resets itself. With the ceiling sealed, the room is pitch black. Only the faint glow of magical energy in Melanie's palms can be seen. Suddenly, the room lights up and all is revealed to Melanie. She's been trapped in a classroom. It was incredibly accurate for a dungeon room with desks, a chalkboard, even a podium. Ms. Grace stood at the front of the class. She had donned a pair of glasses and held a ruler in her hand. "Welcome to your first day of class, Melanie. Let's begin shall we?"
"What are you going on about?" asked Melanie. She was genuinely curious, but also needed to goad the monster into an attack. "What the hell kind of dungeon is this?"
Ms. Grace took the bait and approached Melanie's desk. "It's where bad girls go to learn their less--"
"Oh fuck off!" Melanie raised her palms to the half-giant's face. The energy surged outward and threatened to completely envelop Ms. Grace. The half-giant smiled and wagged her finger. The spell bounced off a powerful ward around her and went right back into Melanie. She gasped as the blast hit her full force. "N-Nuh…" With no wards of her own, Melanie took in the full force of the intense spell. All the rage she had toward Ms. Grace disappeared in an instant. Melanie felt extremely calm. Not even the restraints nor her situation seemed to bother her.
Ms. Grace chuckled. "You're still in school, aren't you?"
Melanie looked at Ms. Grace. The woman's presence overpowered her. She nodded meekly. "Yes."
"You'll address me as Ms. Grace, understood?"
"Yes, Ms. Grace." Melanie couldn't help but obey. The spell had rendered her harmless. Melanie wouldn't dare any kind of conflict. She was putty in the half-giant's hands.
"Good," replied Ms. Grace. "Now, judging by your inability to prepare any magical defenses, there's no way you could be in college. Correct?"
It wasn't, but Melanie couldn't argue with her. "Yes, Ms. Grace."
"You can cast a spell, so you have some experience. You're in secondary school, aren't you? Got lost on a school field trip?"
"Yes, Ms. Grace." Melanie agreed again. Her outfit then shimmered in the light. The enchanted robes she had acquired upon her third year of college transformed into a simple secondary school uniform. A white blouse, pleated pink skirt, and white knee high socks with pink stripes. Her long, brunette hair shortened until it came to her shoulders and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses appeared on her nose. Melanie hadn't been able to fix her vision until college. The corrective lenses reminded her of years past, when she was relentlessly picked on by her school mates. Once her physical transformation was complete, her mind went blank momentarily and she forgot a number of higher level spells. Her class changed from Apprentice Witch to Witch-in-Training and she lost several levels in experience. A part of Melanie wanted to scream and free herself from the chair, but she didn't. She sat perfectly still and waited patiently for Ms. Grace to continue.
"Such a silly girl, getting lost like that," Ms. Grace chided her. "Makes me doubt you're even ready for secondary school. Looks like a test is in order…" Ms. Grace raised her hand and a burst of magical energy poured from her hand and formed into a pen and paper on Melanie's desk. "Write down the seven schools of magic."
Melanie picked up the pen. She got through the list quickly and signed her name as if it were school work. Ms. Grace smiled at Melanie as she handed in her work.
"Oh my...you got every single one wrong! I was right," exclaimed Ms. Grace. "You've never even been taught magic, have you? Just watched Daddy do it while you sat in his lap?"
"B-But! I-I wrote it right! I know I did."
Ms. Grace slid the sheet back to Melanie. Several misspelled and made up words dotted the page. She hadn't even written seven words. Just five. "Can't spell...can't count...can't even write legibly. You're not ready for big girl school yet, you just learned your multiplication tables, right?"
Melanie started to tear up. "Uh-uh huh...y-yes, Ms. Grace." Melanie's mind fogged over and she forgot every spell and bit of magic information she ever knew. She lost her class entirely and had her level reduced to four. Her shoulder length hair was pulled up into a pair of pigtails with pink ribbon. Her skirt lost its pleats and was absorbed along with her blouse into a simple pastel pink dress with a bunny stitched on the chest. Her knee high socks spread thin up her thighs and turned into a pair of sheer white tights. A faint change to her underwear caused Melanie to reach down between her legs. Her panties had developed padding along the crotch and butt. She lifted her skirt to see a bright princess print design underneath the tights. Melanie cringed at the sight and dropped her skirt. She thought that surely her torment was over.
"It feels good to tell the truth, doesn't it?" Ms. Grace asked her.
Melanie nodded, a weak smile on her face. "Yes, Ms. Grace."
The teacher approached and gently lifted Melanie's skirt back up. "Then would you like to tell me why your mommy makes you wear padded panties?"
Melanie froze. She knew that no matter the answer, it would only make things worse. Unfortunately, she had to answer. Melanie was an obedient girl until the spell ended. "M-My mommy wants to make sure...I-I don't have accidents...and wet my pretty tights and dress." The words spilled out of her mouth. She couldn't help it. The longer she sat at the desk, the worse it got.
"Interesting…" said Ms. Grace, "...well I'm going to need to make sure that you're not a little panty piddler. I'm a teacher, not a daycare worker." The half-giant snapped her fingers and a sippy cup full of a bright pink liquid appeared in Melanie's desk. "You're going to drink that whole cup, then count to ten. If you can't keep your panties dry for ten seconds then you're not ready to be taught anything except potty-training."
Melanie swallowed audibly. It was hard for her not to think she was doomed from the start. She was stuck in a trap and severely handicapped by her own spell. Nonetheless, she had to obey Ms. Grace. She had to prove she was a big girl. "Yes, Ms. Grace." Melanie lifted the sippy cup to her mouth and downed the beverage as her teacher watched. The cup was deeper than it looked and it took Melanie some time to actually finish it. Her stomach felt full to bursting. She burped loudly and continued on with the next part. "One…two…" Melanie's bladder already troubled her. The sweet liquid had run through her system quickly. "...three...f-four...fuh-five…" Melanie squirmed in her desk. It had already become unbearable. She needed the bathroom. "...seven…"
SLAP
Ms. Grace had slammed her ruler down on Melanie's desk. "No cheating, little girl. Start over."
Melanie didn't hear her. The loud noise of the ruler on her desk had shocked her so bad that she peed a small bit into her panties. The padding absorbed it and grew in size into a pull-up. Melanie whimpered. "...wuh-one...two...fwee...fouw…" Melanie's speech had started to devolve. A little bit more urine leaked out and the pull-up felt warm and squishy between her thighs. It felt pleasant. Melanie slipped a hand between her thighs and gave it a squeeze. She bit her lip and zoned out.
"Are you stuck, little girl?" Ms. Grace teased. "Is the powerful wizard, Melanie Mertz, really just a silly little baby that can't count to ten?"
That's right. Melanie should have counted more. She squeezed her pull-ups again as she thought. "Uhhh...f-fwee?" Melanie had lost track. It was harder for her to think with each second that passed. She giggled to herself as more urine spurted out into her underwear. The pull-up expanded again and Melanie lost all control. Her bladder released in a warm burst of urine. Melanie squished the padding again and again as it expanded beneath her fingers into a thick, pink diaper. "Mmm...baby...siwwy baby mith gwace…" Melanie's clothing changed again. The skirt of her dress shrank and pulled inward to turn into the snap crotch of a frilly onesie. Locking pink mittens appeared on her hands and her tights turned into a pair of pink booties.
"That's certainly what it looks like!" said Ms. Grace. "What a silly little girl you were, pretending to be a big scary mage when you're really just a helpless little diaper soaker."
Melanie sucked on her fingers. It felt so nice. All of it did. Why had she ever thought herself ready to be a big girl? "Mm...siwwy...diapies…"
"That's right, little Melanie. You're not big enough for big girl panties or class. Which means…" Ms. Grace snapped her fingers and the desk disappeared. Melanie fell onto her padded butt. Ms. Grace then picked Melanie up and placed her on her hip. "...you're going back to daycare. They'll have plenty of diapers for you to soak. And you'll have lots more fun playing with toys and taking naps. No more boring school for you!"
Melanie continued to suck on her fingers as Ms. Grace exited the classroom. They walked down a padded hallway for sometime until they came across a door covered in simple drawings. They entered the room and Ms. Grace set Melanie down on the floor. She marveled at the brightly colored room. Several other defeated heroes crawled around dressed as babies, their diapers all in various stages of use. While Ms. Grace talked to Melanie's new caretaker, a tall succubus dressed in an apron, Melanie found herself a toy to play with. It was a simple stack of colorful rings in varied sizes. Melanie drooled around her fingers as she tried to solve it. Again and again she failed. Each time her diaper grew thicker and what little remained of her intelligence was drained away into nothingness.
The demon, Ms. Charity, approached Melanie and popped a pacifier into her mouth. "Don't suck on your fingers, baby." The pacifier had a pink strap that the demon attached to her onesie so that Melanie would always have it. The regressed hero was very thankful. She babbled around her pacifier at the demon. Ms. Charity cooed down to her, thrilled to have another plaything in her daycare. As she did with all her charges, she stripped Melanie of what remained of her bowel control. She rubbed Melanie's diaper and watched with glee as the girl grunted loudly, then pooped herself. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she filled her diapers. Ms. Charity lightly patted Melanie's bottom and the girl raised her butt in the air, clearly eager for more. Melanie giggled around her pacifier, completely unaware of her new class, 'Daycare Dummy'.
Eventually, Ms. Charity left to attend her other charges. Melanie was left alone to play with toys and squish her diaper. After a while, another diapered adventurer crawled over and straddled Melanie. The failed wizard let the adventurer pin her to the ground and hump her diapered butt. Melanie loved every second. She never wanted to get off in any other way again. Of course, that was Ms. Charity's plan. Her succubus pheromones kept her babies horny and dumb. They'd never have enough brain cells to escape and even if they did, another baby would hump them into bliss before they could. Each diapered orgasm would intensify the next, until the adventurer was absolutely addicted. By the time Melanie's calm spell wore off, it was too late. She was too used to her new life. Despite her new found sliver of willpower, Melanie chose to ignore any chance of freedom and hump her way to happiness. She was just a dumb baby after all, the youngest of her siblings not fit to use the potty let alone cast a spell.
