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Rebecca woke up with a start. Her head swiveled back and forth, trying to figure out where she was. The familiar walls of the pink nursery were gone and in their place were the unfinished concrete walls of the basement. Oh my gosh, I cannot believe that I’m finally back, she thought. She got up slowly, grimacing that she had apparently fallen asleep on the cold hard floor of the basement. There was a thin rug that had provided a little bit of comfort, although her back was telling her otherwise. Rebecca pulled off the fluffy pink blanket which covered her, and tried to remember when she had bought such a childish thing.
But then she remembered. She remembered the nursery, and everything that had happened to her. Her hands dropped the comforter, and shot to her chest, searching for any sign of her breasts. There was none. They were still gone, and her nipples were still just as sensitive as she remembered them being. She gave one a tentative tweak, and it stung. I guess my nipnips are still recovering from those hanging weights, Rebecca thought. But where are my boobies? Did that witch actually take them? I guess what happened in that nursery was real.
Rebecca’s eyes made their way down her body. Around her neck were the markings given to her from the cursed amulet that started all of this. The tattooed writing was still as vibrant as before, much to her disappointment. Her chest was still missing, and her midsection was still as undefined as it had been before. She paused when she reached her waist. Around her waist was a new neon pink adult diaper.
She prodded the plastic padding with her finger, and was relieved to find that it was dry. I guess that’s a small relief, right there. I guess any day I wake up without having pissed myself makes for a good morning, she thought. What a low bar to set for myself. She shuddered, and threw back the rest of the blanket, and was relieved to find that nothing else had changed about her.
Oh, wait! What about that marking above my pussy? she thought. Her hands gripped at the tapes on the diaper. To her own surprise they actually peeled back, and the front of the diaper opened up, revealing her pubic region in all its glory. The smiley face mark was no where to be found. Rebecca thrusted her hands in the air in celebration. Yay! Maybe that means that everything is over.
Rebecca jumped to her feet and ran up the stairs, leaving everything behind. She found that the door to main floor was wedged ajar. She tentatively pushed the door open and poked her head out, trying to see if anyone was there. But, to her relief, there was no one to be found. She walked through her house, hiding behind every wall while checking each room as she went. There was no sign of anyone. No evidence whatsoever to even suggest that someone else had been inside her home. But the door, it was wedged open. I certainly didn’t do that. Or did I? I don’t even know anymore. I guess its possible for Mommy to have opened the door for me, she thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the familiar notification sound went off on her phone. But she quickly figured out that the sound was not coming from downstairs, but rather it was coming from the kitchen. She raced over and found it laying on the kitchen table. She plugged in her passcode and unlocked it, and was greeted with a text message from her parents.
“Hey Sweetie. We just got your voicemails from last night. I’m sorry we weren’t able to help you out, but it sounds like you were able to manage all on your own. Let us know if you need help rehanging that door. Your dad will be more than happy to help out, once the pandemic is over, of course. Love you greatly. — Mom.”
Well, that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about, Rebecca thought. I’d hate to drag my parents into this. I don’t know if this witch is just after me, or if she’s able to affect anyone nearby. She quickly wrote a text back to her biological mother, assuring her that she didn’t need any further help.
Okay, so where do I go from here? If I’m marked, and the amulet is gone, I don’t think running away is going to do anything. I doubt Mommy will be too impressed with me if I do that, and I certainly do not want another spanking.
Her hands reached back and cupped her bum. Her cheeks were sore. Whether that was from sleeping on the floor, or from the spanking, Rebecca didn’t know. She made her way up to the full-length hallway mirror upstairs and looked at her derrière. It was bruised. There were visible handprints faintly glowing in the red and purple bruises. Darn it. I can’t believe Mommy laid her hands on me like that. She looked herself over, and was happy to see no other marks, or bruises that were unaccounted for. She was still sad to see that her breasts were gone but, that was a small cost if she was done with being haunted.
Her hair was looking rather dishevelled, and she recoiled at the smell of her pits güvenilir bahis when she took a tentative sniff. I guess I was sweating quite a bit in the nursery, she thought. A shower won’t do me any harm.
Rebecca grabbed a towel and jumped into the shower, making sure to let the hot water soak into her skin. It felt good to let the water wash away all the stress that had been building up in her muscles. Half an hour later, she jumped out, squeaky clean and ready to continue her day. As she towelled her hair, attempting to get it as dry as possible, she felt a familiar shimmer of magic pulse through the air. She dropped the towel and immediately looked herself over in the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out if something had happened to her.
Rebecca was relieved to find no changes, but her smile quickly dropped as she looked over the toilet. In the same black flowing script that had been in the nursery above her change table. She shuddered as she read the words.
‘Ten full diaper changes. Little girls don’t ask for changes. Mommy knows best.’
And there was a thick black tally mark beneath it. One. She had fulfilled the requirements once so far. Beside the toilet an opened pack of neon pink diapers had appeared. Rebecca’s mind flashed back to the sensations of being on the rocking horse, humping away in her messy diaper.
Mommy must have changed me before bringing me back to my basement, Rebecca thought.
“That’s right, little one.”
Rebecca’s head swung around, looking for the source of the voice. It sounded as though it was coming from the doorway. She ran over, and checked the hall, but no one was there. Oh good. I thought Mommy was here now too, she thought. She turned back and went to retrieve her towel, but froze upon seeing her reflecting in the mirror.
It wasn’t her reflection. It was Mommy. Her eyes were locked onto Rebecca’s and followed her as she tried to move away, but found that her feet were stuck in place.
“There we go. It took a bit of work, but I figured it out,” Mommy said with a small laugh. “Don’t look so surprised, Baby Becca. You knew I wasn’t gone. It just took me a bit to figure out how to reappear in this world. And I have you to thank. If it wasn’t for your desire to look at yourself in the mirror, I would have taken much longer to think of it.”
“What are you doing here?!” Rebecca asked.
“Is that anyway to talk to your Mommy? I should rinse your mouth out with soap, little one. Actually…” Mommy’s voice trailed off. Rebecca felt her arm move without her consent. She grabbed a hold of it with her free arm and tried to stop it. It was no use, as her free arm fell slack at her side. Her hand grasped the bar of soap that sat on the ledge of the sink.
“No, you can’t do this!” Rebecca said. She was mentally trying to stop her arm from moving, but it did her no good. The arm advanced, stopping just shy of her mouth.
“Aww, your so cute in your attempted defiance. The sooner you realize that Mommy is in charge, the sooner you stop getting punished. Believe me, your life could be so much better than it is now,” Mommy said.
Rebecca clamped down on her mouth. If I can at least hold it shut, then the soap can’t get in there, she thought.
“Ah, someone is still being defiant. That’s too bad,” Mommy said. Rebecca felt the muscles to her jaw slacken despite her attempts to keep them rigid. Her jaw fell open, her control of it gone. Her hand wasted no time, and popped the bar of soap into her mouth. She felt her jaw muscles tighten, and she bit down into the bar, imprinting it with her teeth.
Her tongue recoiled at the taste, and moved from side to side, trying to avoid the taste. It was futile. There was no escaping the retched soapy sensation. Rebecca’s body shook, trying to fight off the witch’s control, but it did her no good.
“Mmhphp,” Rebecca said spitting bubbles out of the sides of her mouth. It was pointless trying to tell Mommy to stop. She regained control of her hands, and tried to pull the bar out of her mouth, but found that her teeth and sunk too far into it. Her jaw muscles were unresponsive. There’s no way for me to pull the bar out, she realized. Rebecca let her arms fall back down to her sides and looked back into the mirror, her eyes momentarily making contact with Mommy’s, but she dropped her gaze, unable to meet the superior woman’s. Her eyes started to water, unable to bear the taste anymore.
“Now, I think I have your undivided attention,” Mommy said. “Things are never going to be the same in your life. I think you’ve now had a pretty good taste of that. I’m hoping that you start to follow my instructions a little better. I’d hate to bruise your ass any more than I already have. Although…” Mommy trailed off, obviously caught up in her own thoughts. She collected herself before continuing.
“I am an all-powerful witch that was sealed away in the amulet. You güvenilir bahis siteleri managed to unknowingly complete the first part of releasing me by putting it on. Now, I don’t have a physical body in this world anymore, and that’s a bit of a problem. That’s where we are currently. My soul is bound to your body, so in effect, we are sharing it.”
“I hope things will start to make a little more sense. My magic isn’t holding that soap in place, its me closing our jaw around it. I don’t taste it, because I choose not to feel your mouth, so in effect, only you are being punished. It was I who unlocked the basement door this morning while you were still asleep in the nursery, and it was I who called your mom back last night to let her know you no longer needed help.”
“This brings us to today. We need to charge up my magic for me to manifest a new physical form. And let me tell you, its going to take quite a bit of effort. So, here’s the deal. Either you help me, and we get through this awkward body-sharing phase faster, or I drag you through hell, and get it done regardless. It’s your choice. But I’ll tell you this. Once I am free of your body, I can do so much worse than removing your boobs,” Mommy said, letting her threat hang in the air for a long moment.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl and follow Mommy’s orders?” Mommy asked.
Rebecca thought about it for a second. I don’t have a choice in all of this. If I comply, maybe things will work out better for me. Besides… If being under her control is anything like what I felt in the nursery, then I’m going enjoy it. Rebecca nodded her head up and down.
“Good girl. You can remove the bar of soap now,” Mommy said.
Rebecca regained control of her jaw and opened it. She had to wiggle the bar of soap free of her teeth, finding that Mommy had bitten quite deeply into it. She set the ruined bar of soap down and spit out the foul liquid that had built up in her throat. She spent awhile rinsing her mouth out, making sure to remove any trace of the vile soap, and then brushed her teeth twice for good measure. The stinging mint sensation that she usually detested was a very welcome sensation.
Just as she set down her toothbrush and finished rinsing her mouth out, the doorbell rang, causing her to literally jump up, stiff as a board.
“Go and get that, little slut. It’s a little something you ordered a couple of days ago. It’ll make this process a lot easier. You’ll need to sign for it, so hurry along,” Mommy said. Rebecca felt a sharp slap to her ass, telling her to hurry it up.
“B-But, I’m naked,” Rebecca said.
“Get the towel and go,” Mommy said. Rebecca grabbed the towel and started to wrap herself up. Her legs began to move without her consent and she was well down the stairs before she had finished wrapping herself up. It’s a good thing I don’t have my boobs. I don’t think this towel would have covered me otherwise.
Rebecca regained control of her legs and ran to the door and opened it. There before her was a man, dressed in his monocoloured delivery service uniform. The man was tall, towering over the average heighted Rebecca, even though he was a half step down from her on the porch outside.
“Oh umm,” the man stumbled for a second. He had been in the process of turning back towards his truck, and the sudden appearance of a towel-garbed woman had startled him. “I have a delivery for you, miss… Miss Becca Anelshlut. My apologies, I don’t think I said that quite right.”
That’s not my last name. Its… What… How can I not remember that my last name is… Anelshlut? That’s not right. I’ll have to chat with Mommy about this, she thought. But before Rebecca could respond, she felt her entire body slacken. It was as if her mind was being pushed back from her body. She couldn’t move. Her body didn’t respond. She was helpless to do anything other than watch what was unfolding before her. Rebecca began to panic, her thoughts running wild.
I can’t have you mess this up for us, another voice said inside her head. Rebecca instantly recognized this voice to be Mommy’s
“That’s me. I’m Becca Anelshlut. It’s pronounced anal-slut, by the way. Why don’t you bring that heavy package inside for me, big boy? I’ll be happy to sign for it and more once its inside,” Mommy said through Rebecca’s body. She turned around, not allowing the stunned man to respond, and walked towards the kitchen. She swayed her hips, inviting the man in.
The delivery man followed her inside, making sure to bring the large package with him. Rebecca found herself along for the ride, but when she tried to turn her head around to see if the man was following, she found herself pushed even further out of her body. She was watching her body move from a third person perspective now, and able to freely move about, in an invisible spectral form of sorts. She watched as Mommy dropped her towel at the entrance iddaa siteleri to the kitchen and disappeared behind the wall. Rebecca tentatively followed, anxious to see what was coming next.
She turned the corner at the same time the delivery man did, only to find her naked body sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, and her bare chest on display.
“You can set it down there, stud,” Mommy said. The delivery man did as he was instructed. Rebecca could see a look of disbelief on his face, the kind that hid inside a smile. The man straightened up, and put his hands on his belt, waiting for was next to come.
“You look as though you’ve had a busy day. Why don’t you relax for a minute? Those pants are looking awfully tight,” Mommy said, as she got up from the chair, and grabbed a handful of the delivery man’s swelling package.
The man wasted no time and undid his belt, allowing his pants to fall to the ground. Rebecca gasped as she saw the size of his bulge. It was easily the biggest one that she had ever seen in her entire life. Her possessed body’s head slightly turned to recognize Rebecca’s spectral presence then went back to the scene in front of her.
“It looks like someone has a special package to deliver to me,” Mommy said. She got down on her knees, using the towel to reduce the strain on her joints. She rubbed her face into the delivery man’s package, causing it to swell even more. Using her teeth, Mommy bit down on the man’s waistband and pulled them down to the ground. His manhood sprung forth, now freed from its tight prison, allowing it grew to its full size.
Rebecca’s figurative mouth hung open. She could have never imagined a cock being that big and thick. And there were a couple of throbbing veins that ran down its length. She had never seen something that had stirred her feelings in this way. All she felt at this moment was pure lust. The confusion of being ejected out of her own body was no where to be found. Her whole world had dissolved onto the man meat that stood before her.
Her body was hard at work teasing and licking up and down the delivery man’s shaft, paying special attention to the head. Mommy withdrew for a moment, before engulfing the bulbous head in her borrowed mouth. As she bobbed on her thick treat, the spectral Rebecca was searching for a way to scratch her itch.
Why can’t I play with myself? She thought. I don’t have a body to play with, but yet this scene in front of me is making me feel this way. It’s not fair. My mind is telling me to rub my slutty pussy and pinch my nipnips, but I can’t. This feeling is going to drive me mad.
Oh, you’ll get used to it, my little slut. That wasn’t Rebecca’s internal voice.
You can hear my thoughts? Rebecca asked.
That’s right, baby Becca. I’ve been able to hear them the entire time. The literal entire time you’ve been on this property. You cannot imagine how boring it is to have to listen to the thoughts of such a non-sexually active young woman as a sex-witch. I swear they must have picked you specifically for that reason, Mommy said.
Picked me for what? I don’t understand, Rebecca said. In the real world, her body was hard at work, deepthroating the delivery man’s glorious cock without any indication that there was a mental conversation occurring simultaneously. The man’s hands were now resting on the back of her body’s head, encouraging her to keep up the pace.
They, the former house owners, picked you because they knew you were a good fit to ignore the siren calls from a sex-witch. Even locked away in the amulet, I’m able to affect things in the real world. And now that there’s a global pandemic happening, I figured I could slide under the Witches Council’s radar, and escape.
The man let loose a loud grunt and thrust his hips into Rebecca’s face, while holding her in place with his hands. His cock pulsed once, twice, three times, and withdrew, a trail of white fluid trailed behind it before snapping back onto her lips.
Without missing a beat, Mommy grabbed the towel she was kneeling on and gave the man’s knob a thorough cleaning. The man stood there in awe at the woman, still stuck in his brief post orgasmic bliss. Once Mommy finished, she handed the man his pants, and let him get dressed.
“How was that, stud? Did you enjoy bringing that package over to me?” Mommy asked.
“Yeah, that was the best head I’ve ever gotten. Thanks a lot ma’am. You’re doing god’s work making every postal delivery driver’s wet dream come true,” the man said.
“Well… If you have a special package for me tomorrow, I’ll be here to receive it,” Mommy said with a wink.
“I think I’ll have to take you up on that offer,” the man said. “But I have to get back to work. Boss is riding us like crazy with all the online ordering that’s going on.” The man tipped his hat and made his way out the front door. As Mommy cleaned up their shared body, Rebecca heard the engine to the delivery truck start and head down the gravel road.
Mommy set the well used towel down on the corner of the table before turning to look directly at the spectral Rebecca who hung there listlessly in the air.
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