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A happy gurgle answered her.

“I thought so! Mummy’s big, messy baby loves her nummy oatmeal. Even though she gets most of it all over herself, doesn’t she? Yes she does! Yes she does! Who’s Mummy’s messy princess?”

There was another gurgle, and in the background Lucy thought she heard a high-pitched moan. She reached the bottom and the stairs and moved slowly, fearfully, towards the kitchen door. She peeked inside, and felt her legs start to tremble beneath her.

Candace was sat in a massive high-chair, her mouth and cheeks covered with mushy food, and the witch was sat in front of her, feeding the young college student from a huge, steaming bowl of oatmeal.

“Open up, baby!” Candace opened her mouth wide and the witch slipped a large spoonful into her mouth. “That’s a good girl!”

Candace smacked her lips together noisily and dribbled oatmeal down her chin. She was naked but for a spattered bib that failed to cover her bare breasts, a pink bonnet that framed her beautiful face, and the big, white, clearly wet diaper that bulged around her waist. Her eyes looked empty and innocent.

Amber was sitting at the kitchen table too, with her legs spread wide, sucking her thumb lustily. Her other hand was in her panties. Her short schoolgirl skirt was flipped up, and Lucy could see that today’s pair were pale blue, and featured a Care Bear design. There was a noticeable wet patch on the front. Her eyes were rolled back in pleasure, but as Lucy watched, she bucked her hips and let out another whorish moan, then she blinked and looked at the kitchen door. “Like, hi, little sis!” she chirped, out of breath.

The witch turned around. “There you are, little one!” she said brightly, her eyes sparkling. “I thought you’d sleep all day! Come here, sweetie.”

Lucy’s body walked over to the woman obediently. She felt as if her insides had turned to water.

“What a soggy night you had, sweet girl!” the witch exclaimed, reaching down to give Lucy’s soaking wet Huggies a squeeze. “Look how much pee-pee there is in your pants!”

Lucy blushed. She wanted to shove the woman’s hands away, but all she could seem to do was stand there submissively while the witch slipped a finger into her training pants.

“We might need to think about putting you in something more absorbent for night-time, Lulu,” she said, removing her finger and wiping it on a kitchen cloth. “These pull-ups are soaked!”

“What’s wrong with Amber and Candace?” Lucy demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt, and fighting the urge to stare meekly at the floor and be a good girl for Mummy.

The witch smiled at her. “Nothing’s wrong, silly! This is how they’re meant to be. Candy can make all the messes she wants now. She can’t be held accountable for them, after all. She’s just a baby. Well, in her head at least. Just a big, messy, baby princess.” She stroked Candace’s golden hair, chuckling at the messy-faced young woman’s vacant expression. “And Amber will be much better off without her intelligence, and the know-it-all attitude that came along with it. She’s just a stupid, slutty schoolgirl now. Aren’t you, Amber?”

Amber looked up. She’d been busy groping her tits and sucking her thumb like she was giving it a particularly sloppy blowjob. She popped it out of her mouth and smiled vapidly at them. “Like, what did you say, Mum?” she asked.

The witch tittered. “Help your baby sister out of her highchair,” she instructed, “and take her into the living room to play. Don’t bother wiping her face. You know how much she loves being messy.”

“But Muuuum,” Amber whined, “I wanna, like, play with my pussy!” Lucy couldn’t believe that the young woman who had once been so smart and sensible was now little more than a childish, sex-crazed bimbo.

“Do as I say, young lady,” the witch said sternly. “If you’re going to be a dumb high-school dropout, the least you can do is help Mummy at home with your little sisters.”

Amber pouted but got to her feet and helped Candace out of her highchair. Candace stepped down onto the kitchen floor, her legs spread wide by the thickness of her oversized Pampers, but she hadn’t gone two steps towards the door when she stopped in her tracks, grunted loudly, and fell into a squat.

The witch’s tinkling laugh echoed around the kitchen again. Lucy just stared, horrified, as Candace, always so refined and polished, stuck out her bottom, screwed up her pretty face, and started pooping her pants like a two-year-old. With a crinkling sound, the seat of her nappy began to bulge outwards.

“Oh my God…” Lucy whispered.

Candace let out another unladylike grunt, and the back of her diaper drooped some more. She strained for another half a minute, her face still scrunched up and red with exertion, then she seemed to be finished, because she straightened up with a smile. “Poo-poo, Mama!” she announced happily. “Done poo-poo!”

“You certainly did, baby!” the witch gushed. “What a big mess you made in your nappy!”

Candace beamed with apparent pride, and Lucy felt her stomach roll.

“Off you go and play now, sweetie. Mummy will change you in an hour or so. I know how much you love squishing about in dirty diapers!”

Candace giggled and allowed herself to be led out of the room by Amber, who was back to slurping on her thumb obscenely.

“And now,” said the witch, turning to Lucy, “I think it’s about time you joined you friends, little one.”

Lucy backed away. “No…” she whimpered. “Please don’t make me… like them.”

“It’s only fair, Lulu,” said the witch, getting up and advancing on her slowly. “I can hardly punish the two of them and leave out the ringleader, can I?”

“Please, Mummy!” Lucy begged, tears leaking down her cheeks. “Don’t make me a baby!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” the witch said soothingly. “You’re not going to be a baby.”

“I… I won’t?”

“No.” The witch smiled, and her eyes glittered. “More of a toddler, really.” She tapped Lucy in the middle of her forehead.

At once, Lucy felt the tingling return, only this time it was far stronger. Her look of fear and panic faded from her face, to be replaced by a sweet, innocent smile. Her bladder released, drenching her already sopping wet pull-ups and causing them to overflow.

“Whoopsie!” Mummy sang, as pee-pee ran down Lucy’s bare legs and puddled on the floor beneath her. “Maybe pull-ups aren’t quite absorbent enough for you during the day either, little one!”

Lucy giggled. She put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it. “Had an acc-see-dent, Mummy!” she said.

“Not to worry, baby” Mummy cooed. “Mummy’s got plenty of nappies for her sweet little angel. I’ll get you all cleaned up, and then we’ll see about getting something in your cute little tummy, okay darling? I think a nice, warm bottle of milk will suit you just nicely. Come along now, Lulu!” She took Lucy by the hand and led her off for a change.

Lucy smiled at her Mummy. It didn’t bother her that they were around the same height. She knew she was still a very little girl. Mummy’s sweet little angel. And she always would be, forever and ever.