by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 24, 2024
Samantha Devereux came from old
money, and she’d married well. She’d never had to work a day in her life, but
there was nothing she liked more than ordering everybody else around. She’d
spend her days strutting around her large manor house, barking orders at the
maid, Hannah, changing her instructions constantly and forcing her to perform
her duties within impossibly short timeframes. Poor Hannah couldn’t afford to
give up her job, despite the awful treatment she received at the hands of her
employer, not even when Mrs Devereaux went as far as to prohibit her from
taking bathrooms breaks until all her work was done. The tearful young maid was
forced to mop the floors and scrub the windows with a thick diaper flashing
underneath the short hem of her uniform, a diaper that would inevitably end up heavy
with pee by the end of the day.
It may have been Hannah’s burning
resentment towards her boss that first drew the Magician to take an interest in
Mrs Deveraux, and he soon decided that the arrogant heiress would be the
perfect candidate for one of his little games. Samantha was shocked to suddenly
find herself transported to a manor even more richly furnished and extravagant
than her own, right when she’d been in the middle of chewing out her maid over
some insufficiently polished silverware, but she didn’t have much time to
recover before she was pitched into the game that would drastically alter the
course of her life. The snobbish thirty-five-year-old was able to avoid taking
any penalties in the first task, but unfortunately for her, her fellow
contestants didn’t much appreciate her laziness and bad attitude (Samantha had
never learned to develop much of a work ethic), and she was voted out at the
end of the first day.
Although Mrs Deveraux cried and
pleaded, the Magician wasn’t about to send her home without any ‘alterations’.
With a magically imbued command, he ordered her never to pee or poop outside of
her own pants again, much to her dismay. Not only that, he decided that a
change in status would suit the entitled little woman, and with a snap of his
fingers Samantha Deveraux went back to being Samantha Page; though she retained
all her memories of her former life, in this new reality she’d never married Mr
Deveraux, nor had she been born into a rich family herself. Instead she was
employed as a maid at the manor she had once claimed as hers, confined to nappies
and a frilly little maid’s outfit, under the strict supervision of the new
lady of the house…
Samantha’s New Life
“Make sure that floor is spotless,
potty-pants, or you won’t be getting your diaper changed before bed tonight.”
Samantha glared up at Hannah, Mrs
Deveraux, through tear-filled eyes, but she didn’t dare stop her scrubbing.
She knew the threat was genuine. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been sent
to bed without a change, forced to spend the night in a soaked, or even stinky,
nappy. It was hard to get to sleep in a cold, clammy pair of Pampers, let alone
one with a big, smelly mess in the back.
Over the past few weeks, Samantha
had had plenty of experience dealing with full diapers, but that didn’t mean
she hated them any less. Of all the humiliating features of her new life, there
was nothing she despised more than having to let go of her bladder into her
pants, or worse, to squat and do a poo-poo in her own knickers. Only they
weren’t knickers. Not anymore. The only thing Samantha wore over her bottom
these days were the thick, adult-sized baby nappies she depended upon to keep
herself from making a mess on the floor. Noisy and bulky, they forced her
thighs apart and crinkled with every movement she made, a constant reminder of
their presence.
Samantha scrubbed hard at the
floor, making absolutely sure there wasn’t a speck of dirt to be seen. Her
knees were sore from the amount of time she’d spent crawling around the
kitchen, scouring the tiles, but she couldn’t afford to take a break if she wanted
to get all her chores done before the end of her shift. Her breasts jostled in
the loose-fitting blouse of her uniform, wobbling stupidly beneath her like
they always did when she cleaned the floor. Her outfit was skimpy and slutty –
Hannah said it was to give Mr Deveraux “something pretty to look at”, but
whenever he saw her, Samantha’s former husband usually did little more than wrinkle
his nose at the sight of the used diaper peeking out from under the hem of her
dress. She knew the real reason was simply to humiliate her even more; there
was no hiding her nappy in her outfit, and the sexiness of her uniform only
served to clash ridiculously with her babyish underwear, turning her into even
more of a joke.
Samantha’s tummy made a loud
rumbling noise. Her diaper was already drenched with pee, and with a sinking
feeling in her stomach, she realised she could feel the beginnings of a bowel
movement coming on.
“Would you like a bathroom break,
Sammy?” asked Hannah, with a faint smirk. She was leaning against the kitchen
counter, watching her work with a martini in her hand. “You can go and use the
toilet if you want to. I’m not a monster.”
“No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,”
Samantha said, as politely as she could, not pausing in her scrubbing. She
didn’t want to give Hannah any excuse to discipline her, but she couldn’t stop
herself from scowling.
“No? Are you sure, sweetie? It
sounds like you need to go potty.”
Samantha said nothing.
“Sammy…” Hannah said warningly.
“I asked you a question. You need to go poopy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mrs Deveraux,” said
Samantha, trying not to grit her teeth in anger.
“Then don’t you want to use the
toilet?”
Samantha glared up at her former
employee. Perhaps there was one thing she hated more than wearing nappies.
“No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,” she said sweetly, just as Hannah had trained her
to do. “I’d rather keep working and use my pants.”
“Yuck!” said Hannah, clearly
relishing the sight of her ex-boss acting so slavishly. “That’s disgusting,
Sammy! But I suppose I should be grateful that I have such a diligent worker,
shouldn’t I? Go ahead then. Fill your diaper, sweetie.”
For a moment Samantha considered
saying no, getting up, ripping off her soggy nappy and flinging it in Hannah’s
face. But she knew it would do her no good. It wouldn’t undo the Magician’s
power, and it would only get her into huge trouble. Clenching her eyes shut,
face burning with shame, she did as she was told. She grunted and pushed, and a
second later the seat of her Pampers bulged out behind her. She grunted again
and continued to wipe the floor while she pooped. All she could do was keep
doing her chores, and hope that by the end of the day she’d have done enough
work to get herself out of the now thoroughly dirty diaper hanging off her
hips.
The Magician's Game
by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 24, 2024
Stories of Age/Time Transformation