The Witch's Revenge

Chapter 3
Chapter Three: The Diaper Pail

Chapter Three: The Diaper Pail

Hannah’s breaths came in shallow gasps as she backed into the corner of the room. Her eyes were wide with terror, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Todd — or whatever he had become — lay on the floor, a tiny, helpless infant girl, wailing with confusion.

Elara’s green eyes gleamed in the dim light, locking onto Hannah with a gaze that felt like knives piercing through her skin. “Please… don’t,” Hannah begged, her voice breaking, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Elara’s smile remained cold and calculating. “You never cared for the mess, did you, Hannah? You found it disgusting, something beneath you… but tonight, you will learn to embrace it fully.”

Hannah opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, a sudden wave of cold swept over her. It was as if she’d been plunged into an icy river, the chill clawing into her bones. She felt her muscles seizing, her limbs stiffening against her will. Her skin prickled with pain, her veins throbbing with an unfamiliar, burning sensation. She tried to move, to run, but her feet were glued to the spot. Panic surged in her chest, making her heart race like a drumbeat in her ears.

Her body began to change. She felt a horrible, stretching pull in her spine, as if invisible hands were yanking her upward, stretching her back in painful spasms. Her arms felt heavy, her hands tingling as the skin began to tighten, her fingers bending against her will, merging into a flat, hard surface. She looked down and screamed — her fingers were flattening, becoming less human, her hands twisting into a rigid, unnatural shape.

“What… what’s happening to me?” she shrieked, but her voice sounded hollow, as if it were being muffled by something unseen.

Elara chuckled softly. “You always hated the diapers, didn’t you, Hannah? Hated handling them, hated the smell, the touch… But now, you will find a new purpose.”

Hannah felt a rush of panic. Her feet began to fuse, the sensation of skin melding into a hard, slick surface. Her legs felt as if they were being crushed together, pressed into a single column of stiff, unyielding material. She could feel her joints locking, her knees bending and locking in place with a sickening crunch. Her bones were being twisted and reshaped, every nerve in her body screaming in agony.

“No, no, please!” she cried, but her voice was growing distant, faint, as if it were being swallowed by something deep and dark. Her skin was becoming cold and smooth, a plastic sheen replacing the warmth of her flesh. She tried to touch her face, but her arms would not obey her; they hung at her sides like dead weight, then began to retract, folding in on themselves, becoming shorter, thicker, more rigid.

Her torso began to flatten, the sensation like being pressed between iron plates. She felt her ribs crunch and crack, her chest compressing into a hard, plastic shell. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as she felt her lungs constrict, her heart beating wildly against her ribs. Her organs felt as if they were being squeezed, compressed, and then… gone. She felt a hollow, empty space where her chest used to be.

Her face began to change next. Her nose flattened into her skull, her mouth sealed shut, her lips hardening into a smooth, featureless surface. Her eyes widened in horror as her vision began to blur, the edges of her sight darkening as if she were being drawn into a tunnel. Her eyelids fused, her lashes disappearing, her pupils stretching and changing into dark, plastic buttons. Her ears felt hot, burning, and then… nothing. Just a flat, cold surface where they had been.

Inside, her mind was screaming, trapped in a body that no longer felt like her own. She could feel her insides shifting, twisting, her flesh dissolving into a cold, inanimate form. A final, horrifying snap ran down her spine, and she felt herself fall forward, but not onto the ground. She landed with a hollow, metallic thud, her body stiff, unmoving.

She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear — all she could feel was a deep, unending emptiness. Her mind was still there, her consciousness alive, but she was trapped in a cold, dark prison, her thoughts echoing in a hollow void.

Elara smiled as she reached down, running her hand over the smooth, plastic surface that had once been Hannah. “A diaper pail,” she said softly, almost lovingly. “The perfect form for someone who despised the very thing they were tasked to care for.”

She lifted the lid that had once been Hannah’s head, now a hinged flap, and set it gently back down. “And you’ll serve this purpose well, I assure you.”

A soft whimper drew Elara’s attention back to Todd, now an infant girl, lying on the ground, squirming and crying. His face was flushed, and his tiny hands were balled into fists. Elara’s smile widened. “It seems you’re already in need of a change, little one.”

Todd’s cries grew louder, his tiny body wriggling as a warm, wet sensation spread through the diaper around his waist. His face twisted in discomfort as he felt himself helplessly fill the diaper, unable to control his bladder or bowels.

Elara watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “There, there, sweet child,” she cooed. “No need to fuss. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”

She reached down, lifting Todd with ease, and laid him on the changing table. With practiced hands, she undid the soiled diaper, a wicked smile crossing her lips as she looked over to the diaper pail. “Oh, Hannah, how fortunate you are to be so close to the action.”

Todd’s cries turned to soft whimpers as Elara wiped him clean, taking her time, her movements slow and deliberate. She balled up the dirty diaper, holding it in her hand for a moment, then turned to the diaper pail that was once Hannah.

“Here you go, dear,” she whispered. “A gift from your new playmate.” She opened the lid and tossed the soiled diaper inside, letting it fall with a heavy, muffled thud into the pail’s empty, dark interior.

Hannah could feel it — the disgusting, heavy weight landing inside her, filling the hollow space that was once her body. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but she could do nothing. She was trapped in this cold, plastic prison, forever a receptacle for the waste she had so despised.

Elara closed the lid with a satisfying snap and turned back to Todd, now freshly diapered and still whimpering softly. She picked him up, cradling him gently, her voice sweet and mocking. “There, all better now. But don’t worry, little one… there will be plenty more where that came from.”

She turned back to the pail, her smile widening with delight. “And as for you, Hannah… your new life is just beginning. I do hope you enjoy it.”

The room seemed to grow colder, the shadows lengthening as Elara held the baby Todd close, her laughter filling the space with a chilling, triumphant echo.

Two lives, forever changed, now bound to her will and whim.

The witch’s revenge was complete… but the suffering had only just begun.