Brasina The Teenager Witch

Chapter 1
"Oh, have you seen her? She's super magic..."

Chapter Description: Germ gets a bit too overbearing and Brasina decides to even the score.

“Melspan, you worthless plebe!” Said Germ as she took a pose of indignant righteousness. “You’ve once again proven just how little your middle-class family’s worth is in our little town of Grendale!”

If it were possible to show a sneer combined with indignant righteousness, Germ definitely was pulling it off. “Your bumbling has certainly shown a remarkable propensity towards just how little you matter to our little club. In fact, I think that you should just tender your resignation right now!”

Brasina fumed. She knew to go into the after-school activities of the cheerleader club along with Germ would be trying but this took the cake. Germ had sabotaged her pompoms with an adhesive destroying gel that rendered them into confetti and a big mess as Brasina executed her double back-flip with a split end to her routine.

Looking around, seeing that there were only the two of them in the locker room, Brasina could only think of a good revenge spell. Germ was always calling her immature or “not grown up enough” so she settled on a punishment that would fit the crime.

“Pots and pans, windshield wipers, make germ rely on diapers!” She chanted as a bluish purple plasma flitted from her fingers and hit Germ square in the abdomen. Germ was totally oblivious to it as time had paused while Brasina cast her spell and then resumed.

“I’m waiting, Melspan! I’ll not leave until you’ve tendered your…” A perplexed look came over Germ’s face as she now had no control over her bladder and voided it. “What the hell...” Hot liquid flowed from around her cheerleader panties and splashed down her legs to puddle up on the floor.

Horror-struck, the young teen dashed to the showers to cover up her embarrassment and clean herself off leaving a trail of urine behind her. “Umm, I think I’ll take this up with you later, Melspan! Just you wait!”

Brasina cast a quickie spell on Germ’s gym bag which turned her silk panties to a teen-sized set of highly absorbent diapers complete with a small container of unscented baby powder, a medium-sized package of baby wipes and a tube of diaper rash cream. “Okay Germ, whatever!” Called Brasina as she packed up her gym bag and left.

The third period started so Brasina took her seat and readied her study materials. Germ walked in, crinkling loudly. Part of Brasina’s spell was that to the ordinary onlooker, Germ’s outfit (which consisted of a thick baby shirt with snaps on the shoulder, a picture of a cute kitty on the front, pink baby booties and a set of tights with buttons from crotch to ankle for easy changing), looked perfectly normal. The bulge stemming from her midriff to her crotch all but hiding her wearing a thick, puffy diaper all the more so.

Germ sat down heavily in her seat next to Brasina with a muffled “plomph” sound and proceeded to ignore Brasina. As class started, she seemed to freeze for a moment as her bladder emptied a few milliliters of fluid into her generous diaper.

“Now then class, we’re continuing our studies of toilet training for young toddlers.” Began the instructor. “Most children are able to switch from diapers to training pants at the age of two. There are exceptions of course, such as immature bladders and not as yet developed muscle control.”

The instructor continued “Usually these problems are resolved by the time the child turns 10, but in rare cases, it can continue into their teens and even adulthood. Germ, could you give us an example of incontinence products used by teenagers with bladder control issues?”

Germ seemed to take the question in stride along with the rest of the class as Brasina’s spell worked its magic and offered to give the class a demonstration. After the instructor agreed, Germ brought her bag to the front of the room and went into a small lecture and demonstration of the extra steps and measures that an incontinent person goes through.

“As you can see,” said Germ unfolding and holding one of her thick diapers, “while not very lenient in the area of fashion, this Trykables diaper is quite absorbent and permits me to get through most of the day without a change. A loud noise escaped from Germ’s behind as she emptied her bowels. “Whoops! Looks like I’ll have to go change myself. Excuse me!”

The instructor, not wanting to let an educational opportunity slip by, asked “Would you mind doing it in front of the class? Would anyone object to seeing such an educational learning experience?” He then turned his attention to the class, still under Brasina’s spell. No one objected and Germ seemed willing to “educate” the class on the vagaries of teen-aged diaper changing.

Brasina wiggled her nose and kicked the curse portion of her spell into gear. As it manifested, Germ emptied the remaining contents of her bladder and bowels into her diaper which at this point had ballooned in proportions and hung on her frame in a manner that suggested that it’d fall down on its own accord if something wasn’t done about it. Germ patted and rubbed the front of her diaper with her left hand while she began sucking on the thumb of her right.

Brasina got up from her chair and walked up to the front of the class, took Germ’s hand and led her to the instructors’ desk. Put a rubber mat on it and laid Germ down on it. “I went poopy, mommy.” Said Germ. Brasina handed her a set of colorful plastic keys to play with and undid the snaps on her pants, pulling the legs aside to better service Germ.

Germ’s diaper contained her mess with ease and allowed for easy cleanup as Brasina expertly wiped all traces of poop from her bottom. “It’s cold, mommy!” Exclaimed Germ as a new baby wipe was slid across her genitals. “Don’t worry, honey. We’re almost ready for a nice clean dipee, just a few more things to do. Germ relaxed a little bit more, comforted by her “mommy’s” words.

Brasina slipped a new, fresh diaper under Germ, slathered some ointment onto her butt cheeks and powdered her nether regions. “Hee Hee! That tickles!” Exclaimed Germ. “Almost finished, sweety! Just hang on.” Said Brasina, pulling the tapes across the diapers landing zone and securing them. She then used a germicidal lotion on her hands and wiped them with a baby wipe and proceeded to button up Germ’s pants.

She helped Germ to stand up. Put away the supplies, popped a pacifier into Germ’s mouth and handed her a plastic bag with her old, used diaper in it. “Okay sweetie, take this out to the dumpster before it smells the classroom up too much, okay?” Germ happily took the bag and left the room. The instructor excused himself, apologizing that something had come up and he’d be back in a few minutes. Judging by his stiff method of walking, Brasina figured that it would probably take a bit more than a few minutes for him to take care of his “business”.

The rest of the school day went by without too much excitement, so Brasina went home and started on her homework. Her aunt Matilda knocked, entered and dropped a small bombshell of information. “The Stoners want you to babysit Germ, is there something you need to tell me?” Brasina said no and was quite certain that her spell was working perfectly but couldn’t figure out what would cause this wrinkle to occur. Oh, well! She’d go over to Germ’s house and see what was up. “You know you can call on me if you need help, I just want you to know that. It isn’t easy to do spell-craft after all and you never know which variable you overlooked might come back to bite you.” Assured aunt Matilda.

Brasina thanked her aunt, collected her books and made her way to Germ’s mansion. She was greeted at the door by the butler: “Ah, miss Belspan! Right on time. You can find young, miss Germ in the nursery.” Brasina knew at this point that one of her spell’s variables had come back to “bite her”. She went to where Germ’s room was previously and was greeted by an 11-year-old Germ.

“Brassy!” Exclaimed Germ. “You’re here! Do you wanna play dollies?” Brasina decided to humor Germ and observe her just in case it gave her a clue as to what went wrong with her spell. Germ was still in her garb from school, but the clothes were now baggy on her youthened frame. Her diapered butt was holding up well thanks to the stretchy pants, although with a bit more time, the diaper and the pants would fall down from her youthened bottom quite soon.

Brasina played dollies with Germ with half a mind on the social interaction of Ben and Karbie and the other half working out the vagaries that she’d overlooked. Germ was now a seven-year-old and when she stood up, her diaper and button pants fell down as predicted. Germ tried to pull them up but they wouldn’t stay. Shrugging, she said “Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? I get younger and soon I’ll grow down from dollies to stuffed animals, right?” She flashed a grin that had several baby teeth missing.

Brasina changed Germ’s clothing to a cute little pink play dress that just covered and accentuated the diaper she wore. Germ was so cute with her nearly toothless one-year-old grin that Brasina had her pose for pictures. On a whim, she cast a spell that recorded the prior day’s events from several angles and stored that on her phone as well.

Brasina then cast a new spell: “A baby you shall no longer be, all with you shall be normal by the hour of three.” Tucked little Germ in for the night and waited for the Stoners to come home. The rest of the night went without a hitch.

Epilogue:

The next day at school, Brasina was surprised to see a proper-aged Germ walking up to the campus but wearing a baby-doll dress and slinging a medium sized bag filled with teen-aged baby supplies. Germ’s outfit was a pastel shade of blue and emphasized her bulky Trykables diaper. Brasina worried at the sight until Germ came up and said “Hi mommy! Will you change my diaper today? Somehow this just feels normal to me.”

Upon examining her spell and Germ, Brasina determined that somewhere in the mix, Germ’s latent ABDL side had manifested and now she was as normal as normal could be. Good thing she didn’t have to use the pictures and video to blackmail her…

Finis