The Nerd's Spell

Chapter 1
The Nerd's Spell

"The Nerd’s Spell"

by Dark Oni

Milton Jones was a nerd. Granted, it didn’t really bother him. In fact he rather enjoyed it. The ability to focus on the minute details of vague subject matter had served him well, especially as a professor of archeology at the university.

At times he envisioned himself as a kind of ’Indiana’ Jones, though that was far from the truth. For one reason, Milt never left his home for longer than he needed. For another, well, he wasn’t exactly the sharpest dresser around. He wore large, black rimmed glasses and commonly sported a plaid bow tie with short sleeved dress shirts. He also tended to wear sneakers with too short slacks and his pocket protector was omnipresent.

The reason for this was simple. Milton really didn’t care for deception so he always dressed in what he felt was comfortable. It was his opinion that those who were nice to him would like him for who he was and it had worked to a certain extent. The few people he called friends were very close to him. Unfortunately, no woman had had ever become more than an acquaintance. However, that seemed to have changed.

Vanessa Jackson was a senior. A twenty two year old blonde bombshell Milton had become rather close to over the last semester. Now, this wasn’t the first time a student had come on to him. There were always a few who felt gaining his affection would help them in the class. Milton though was an honorable sort. The instant a student even mentioned the idea of getting good grades for free all conversation was ended. The fact that he also refused to go out on a date with any student that was taking his course had, needless to say, kept him dateless for a very long time.

Vanessa though had been different. Grades were never mentioned and no more than friendship and advice had ever been asked from her. Besides, she had done well in his course anyway. In fact, he had just finished grading her final exam and it looked very much like an ’A’ was in order.

Leaning back in his desk chair Milton wondered where to go from here. He’d really never been in a situation like this before. Vanessa would be graduating within the week so there was nothing unethical about pursuing a relationship. So, with a lot of nervousness he made a decision that the next time he saw her, he would ask her out.

Coincidently, that’s when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Milton asked.

"Professor Jones. It’s me, Vanessa."

"Vanessa!" Milton replied happily. "H-hello. You were just thinking-I mean, I was just thinking of you."

The voice on the line laughed lightly, and then said in a seductive tone "Really? Well, I like the sound of that. Professor; can I call you Milton? It’s so much more personal."

"Of - of course you can." Milton managed to spit out. His demeanor around women, even on the phone, was less than glass smooth.

"Anyway, Milton. My friends and I are having a little pre-graduation celebration at the Rat. I’d love to see you there." she said.

"That’s sounds great." Milton spoke. "I’ll be there in an hour."

"It’s a date then. See you there Milty."

Milton was awash with excitement as he hung up the phone. She liked him. She’d even made the first move. It was all so wonderful.

Immediately he thought of a nice thing to do for her. Reaching into his desk he pulled out a small box and opened it, spying the object inside. Allowing the light to reflect against it’s sparkling surface Milton stared at the pendant within. It was a simple design really, ivory and jade inlaid with gold. The style was Indian and it’s past had been traced back three hundred years.

It was one of the many trinkets an old classmate of his had sent him over the years and while it’s historical value was minimal, it was quite beautiful. He felt it was a worthy present for Vanessa as it matched the green in her eyes.

His friend had also spoken of a vague legend surrounding the pendant. It was said that it could ’bring it’s owner that which he dreams.’ Both he and his friend thought little of legends however, though Milton did think it appropriate he was giving it to the woman of his dreams.

* * *

The University Rats Keller was quite crowded that night, but it didn’t take long for Milton to spot his date. She was difficult to miss. The teal dress she wore was unlike any other he’d seen her in. It was small and tight, revealing curves on her that even he hadn’t suspected she had. Sitting on a barstool, her long, bare legs were crossed as she dangled one of her high heels absently from a foot. Smiling, she held up her beer bottle to him and motioned him over.

"Vanessa. You look.... wonderful!" he sputtered.

"Thank you, Milty. I’m so glad you came." she breathed.

Joining her at the bar Milton sat down next to her. "I’m glad too." he said. "Here, I brought you a present" he added, pulling the small box from his shirt pocket.

With a look of surprise she took the box and opened it. "Oh, Milty. It’s gorgeous. Let me put it on."

As Vanessa placed the gift around her neck Milton marveled at how it continued to sparkle, even in the dim light. "It looks great on you." he said, pausing. "I was ... surprised you called."

A seductive look came to Vanessa’s face as she spoke her next words. "You shouldn’t be. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re mind; it’s such a turn on."

"R-really?" he stuttered.

"Oh yes. All semester long, I’ve wanted you. And now, I’m feeling so hot. Just being this close." she whispered. "Kiss me Milton."

Before he could respond Vanessa leaned towards him and wrapped her arms and lips around his head and mouth. In her warm embrace Milton calmed, allowing the emotion in himself to well up. This was the moment he’d dreamed of. So many times. A woman to love, and love him back. That’s when he heard another voice break the silence of his joy.

"Oh geez! Enough Vanessa. You win. Stop before I lose my drinks."

"What ....” Milton uttered as the embrace was swiftly broken.

"What did you say Marcie?" Vanessa asked innocently.

An attractive girl with short dark hair walked up to them and repeated, "I said you win." With that she pulled a wad of twenties from her jeans pocket and stuffed them into Vanessa’s hand. "Yeesh, how could you kiss .... that?!" she asked incredulously, pointing at a very confused Milton.

"I don’t know Marcie." Vanessa said, counting the money in her hand. "What I do know is a certain little rich girl owes me another hundred for losing our bet."

With that Marcie grumped and shoved more money into Vanessa’s awaiting palm. As the brunette stormed off to another section of the bar Vanessa yelled "Pleasure doing business with you."

Milton was still confused. "Bet? What was she talking about Vanessa?"

Vanessa looked at him with a mocking frown. "Oh, poor Milty wilty, do you really think a girl like me would be seen in public with a loser like you? Get real." she finished with a smirk.

A wave of embarrassment passed over Milton as he noticed people staring. "Loser? I thought we were friends. You spent most of the last semester talking with me in my office. If you hated me what were you doing there?"

Standing up Vanessa grinned down at him. "Oh, I was so hoping you’d ask that. Let’s just say Milty, that you really need to hide your files better. My friends and I had a much too easy time passing your course. Not that we minded."

Milton’s eyes opened wide with shock and understanding but despite his sudden anger he seemed unable to stand. Instead he meekly asked, "Then what was the bet?"

"That’s the really juicy part. Marcie was the girl I sold your papers to, but she bet me that I wouldn’t continue this act after the course was over and be seen in public with you. Then she bet me more that I wouldn’t kiss you. Her loss, my gain."

Milton was in absolute depression. "But-but, I loved you. I even gave you a gift."

Vanessa looked down absently at the pendant around her neck. "This tacky thing? It’s yours. I just wore it to make you believe me. I don’t want anything from you." she finished, reaching for it.

Before Vanessa could do anything else Milton’s anger was finally able to break through. "Why you little bitch." he growled.

"What!?" Vanessa screeched, but her tirade was cut short as Milton spoke again.

"Shut up and listen!" the jilted Professor yelled back, and she did. She didn’t want to. She wanted to rip into him and then storm off, but she couldn’t seem to get herself to.

That’s when Milton continued. "You Vanessa, are a mean spirited, spoiled little brat. How dare you play with someone’s emotions the way you did. It’s childish. From my point of view you are as self centered and selfish as a baby. I wish you could know, could feel how completely infantile you really are right now!"

Vanessa stared at him absently in a superior sort of way. He didn’t know why he’d said what he had; his emotions had just carried him. He was about to tell her to give him the pendant back when he noticed something different about the way she looked. Her face was smoother, her features less defined.

It was her dress that really stood out however. The once skin tight outfit was beginning to wrinkle on her and her arms were bending awkwardly inward, as if to hold the dress in place. Glancing downward he noticed that her feet were now too small for her heels. As he watched, she shifted her weight onto her right leg, causing her left foot to completely lift itself from it’s encasement.

Looking back to her face Milton noticed the smirk remained, but in it’s new, innocent package, it looked more comedic than condescending. He wished he knew what she was thinking, and suddenly he did.

Vanessa was confused. Her clothes felt as if they were sliding off and she could feel the air conditioning blowing on her bare left foot. It was all so strange. Suddenly she felt something lifting her violently into the air, right out of her heels. Releasing a small high pitched gasp, Vanessa stared at the floor for an instant in wonder. She didn’t know what was more shocking. The fact that she was hovering there, or the fact that the floor still looked closer than normal.

Kicking her feet a bit Vanessa noticed that her hem was now down to mid thigh, but that wasn’t what scared her. What did was her chest. The dress, which once highlighted her perfect breasts, now revealed her bare, ’flat as a board’ chest. In that moment she guessed what was happening to her. She just didn’t believe it.

A second later she felt the mysterious force throwing her towards the floor. Waving her arms and kicking her feet she could feel her dress turn into a tent in an instant, just before her ass smacked the floor. A dazed Vanessa stared absently forward.

She could feel that her dress no longer hung from her shoulders but instead was piled around her, growing a bit more before stopping. She again saw her flat chest, but this time her tummy was much larger and closer than it should be. Staring forward she saw her hands, then her feet. Her chubby, little, baby hands and feet; and just beyond, her now huge heels. In truth, Vanessa was too much in shock to do anything but continue staring.

Milton, for his part, watched in wonder. As Vanessa had been flung to the floor he’d seen her earrings, bracelet, and the pendant fall from her body and land on the floor next to her. In a matter of moments not only had she been turned into a year old infant, but everything that identified her as an adult had been expelled. Well, almost everything Milton noticed. Her makeup remained. Plus, every baby needed a diaper.

As soon as Milton formed the thought Vanessa’s dress and panties began to shimmer and shrink. The baby looked down in surprise, becoming extremely embarrassed when she saw her innocent little baby mound. Before another thought entered her head however she felt the force lifting her into the air again. Kicking her chubby little legs frantically she could see her clothing finish it’s transformation, into a teal wraparound cloth diaper that was very well padded. An instant later the open diaper shot upward, wrapping around her waist and sealing itself shut.

Pausing in her struggles, Vanessa allowed the horrible realization that she had just been diapered to sink into her. She then began to fall again, right into a soft pair of arms. The gigantic image if Milton’s head filled her vision. As she stared at him in horror, she failed to notice her right thumb entering her mouth.

Milton was equally surprised at what had happened, but joy swiftly replaced it. Glancing around he noticed that everyone who had been staring was now looking away. Even if it had been witnessed, no one seemed to care about what had happened.

He then looked down at baby Vanessa as she sucked away on her thumb. Her makeup and lipstick were now gone and she was absolutely adorable. Smirking himself this time, he reached down with his free hand and tickled her on the chest. "My Vanessa, look at you, you’re practically naked! Only a diaper to cover yourself. Kinky. How much do you think Marcie will pay you for doing that in public?"

Vanessa squirmed a bit at the comment but he continued. "Oh, that’s right. You’re a baby now. That’s perfectly normal then. I don’t think a baby should be drinking alcohol though."

As he reached back for Vanessa’s drink the bottle morphed itself into a baby’s bottle full of formula. Grabbing it he nudged Vanessa’s thumb out of the way with the nipple and plunged it between her lips. She began to suck loudly, and he knew unwillingly, as she drank the disgusting formula.

"Hmmm, doesn’t look as if you have much of anything anymore Vanessa. How will you ever lure the next poor sap into your web? Well, that’s okay. All little babies grow up. Eventually." he finished, letting the last word hang.

By now most of the bottle was finished, and Milton knew that she was full. Removing the nipple from her mouth he placed the baby on his shoulder and patted the back of his would be girlfriend. After a few seconds he heard her burp. From his link with her, he knew she was mortified beyond belief.

Cradling her again he asked. "So, do you like being the age you’ve acted?"

Mustering her courage Vanessa glared at him and yelled, "Gaa! Goo-gee! Blfhhht!" She babbled, causing Milton to chuckle as he knew what she was trying to say.

"Such nasty language. Maybe that’s a part of your problem. From now on terrible words like that will never enter your mind." he decided, knowing the instant he said it, that it would become true. Noticing her bare feet sticking up in the air he reached his free hand to them and began to tickle.

Baby Vanessa, despite her best effort, began to smile, and then started to laugh, squealing with joy. "See honey, it’s not so bad." Milton commented. A moment later he knew her diaper had just gotten very warm.

As she began to squirm again Milton commented, "Why Vanessa, I think this time you really have gotten ’hot’ for me. I think you’ll be cooling fairly quickly however. I don’t think I should change you. Not being your boyfriend, I just don’t think it would be proper." Lying in her soaked diaper, having had enough, Vanessa began to cry. Her infant wails rose above the din of the bar.

Milton pondered things for a moment. He loved this, there was no question. But he really wasn’t in the mood to take care of a baby. Searching Vanessa’s memories however, the perfect solution came to him.

He allowed her wails to dry themselves out before he spoke again. "Okay little Vanessa. I think you’ve had enough. I’ll turn you back into an adult again." The baby sniffled a bit but Milton knew she was thankful.

"But your lesson is only beginning. I also wish that the only thing people ever notice about you is the way you’ve acted tonight. Not your body, not your age, not what you wear, not the lies they will now see through, but the fact that you acted like a big baby. That is how they will treat you and that is how you will act from now on until you are ’taught’ to act like a respectful grown up. See you in a few years, if you’re fortunate."

A suddenly worried Vanessa stared into his eyes before her world faded to black.

When Vanessa awoke again she found herself sitting on the floor, next to her barstool. Milton was nowhere in sight. Sighing in relief she got to her feet, her bare soles getting chilled against the cement floor. Getting the attention of the bartender she asked, "Can I have a dwink pweese?"

"Sure thing sweetheart." the bartender commented, as Vanessa furrowed her brow in confusion. She didn’t know why she’d talked like that.

Her confusion switched to anger when the bartender returned with milk, in a baby’s bottle. "Noooo!" she complained. "I wan’ a weal dwink! Not miwk." she finished with a sour face.

"Babies drink milk." the bartender spoke simply.

Vanessa began to pout. She looked down at her once again full and now bare bosom, and stuck her breasts towards the bartender. "Me no babee! Me gwown up! Gimmie some vod - vod - vodka!" she said cheerily, happy to remember what she liked.

"Listen, all you’re getting from me you big baby is milk. So sit and drink your ’baba’ or I’ll pull down your diaper and spank you for talking back to me."

Vanessa was so shocked at the comment she almost didn’t sit down. When the burly bartender began to move towards her however she hopped onto the barstool and shoved the bottle into her mouth. The bartender waited until she began drinking before bending under the counter.

"Lean over." he said. She complied quickly, allowing her large breasts to hover over the counter, close to his head. When he came up he reached for her. For an instant Vanessa thought he was going to grip her boobies but instead he reached around her neck and tied something to it.

"There. One of those crazy frat boys left it in here last week but it should be useful on you." the bartender said.

Sitting back in her stool Vanessa glanced down at what had been given to her. It was a large yellow and white bib with a ducky embroidered on it. Despite it’s size it only covered the tops of her boobies, but that didn’t bother her. What did bother her was that this man had had his hands that close to them and he hadn’t even cared.

A newly depressed Vanessa leaned on her elbow and drank from her bottle. Shifting her weight caused her diaper to move and she noticed suddenly how clammy and uncomfortable it was. Looking at the bartender she asked, "Will yu chawnge my dipewr?"

Before the man could respond a feminine voice came from behind her. "Don’t worry Nessie, Mommy will change it for you."

Spinning around in her stool Vanessa’s eyes became as wide as saucers. Looking back her was her mother, a loving look on her face, her father, mad as can be and Milton, smiling widely. She’d forgotten her parents were going to meet her here. It was nine already!

"Mommy? Daddy? Don’ wisten to Milty. He mean." she whined.

Her mother walked up to her, ignoring her comments as she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket book and proceeded to wipe excess milk from her daughter’s face. "Now Nessie, leave poor Professor Jones alone. He’s explained everything to us. An important man like him doesn’t have time for your shinanagans. Now, what are we going to do about that wet diaper, huh?"

Vanessa looked around in horror at the openly laughing patrons of the bar. There was nothing strange going on to them. Just an overgrown baby getting treated the way she should.

Her mother continued. "Well, I suppose we can wait to change it. As I recall you never went in singles. Now, if you do Mr. Poopie dear, be sure to tell me. We don’t want you reaching in for him now do we?"

Vanessa blushed a deep shade of red and whined, "Mommee!? Don’ tell them!"

"Vanessa! Don’t you talk back to your mother!" her father yelled, walking towards her.

She only had time to look terrified before her father grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over the barstool. Gripping the top of her diaper he then slid that down to her knees.

"Daddy?" Vanessa asked nervously.

"Quiet!" her father yelled, smacking her bottom hard. "You’ve been a very bad girl! (SMACK) Cheating! (SMACK) Even if they don’t kick you out of school for that (SMACK) you won’t be graduating. (SMACK) And your mother and I think it would be best (SMACK) if you came home to grow up a little. (SMACK)

"B-but. dadee!?" Vanessa whined.

(SMACK) "No back talk! (SMACK) You are going (SMACK) to do what you are told (SMACK) from now on. (SMACK) Do you understand!?"

By now Vanessa was bawling and her ass was a deep red. She hesitated in her response. "Answer me!" (SMACK)

"Y-yes dadee. (sniff) Me be good girl. Me be good." she cried.

Letting her stand up again she heard her mother gush. "Awe, look Henry. She’s completely bare again. How precious."

Looking down a sniffling Vanessa saw that all her body hair was gone. She had the feeling it wouldn’t be coming back. She said nothing as her father pulled her diaper back up. She had the feeling it was useless.

"Thank the nice man for the drink." her mother commanded.

(sniff) "Tank you." she said.

Looking over her closely her mother could barely contain herself. "Oh honey, isn’t this wonderful? We have a chance to raise you right this time. You’re going to learn everything from scratch again. Now, I’ve decided to let Brenda baby-sit you. I know you used to baby-sit her but she’s sixteen now and I think she’d be good with a baby. She has experience potty training her little brother too."

Vanessa simply closed her eyes and began to cry. If she’d know the price of winning her bet, she definitely wouldn’t have taken it.

"Now wave bye-bye to all you little friends." she heard her mother say. After a moment her hand was grabbed and her mother waved for her saying, "Bye-bye. Bye-bye."

The resulting laughter caused Vanessa to regain a spark of anger. Stamping her foot against the ground she yelled "Mommy, me no wike you! You mean! Me wanna stay! Me wanna....." Before she could continue Vanessa smelled something. Something very bad. Something she hadn’t even felt doing.

"Nessie! Couldn’t you wait until we got in the car? Well, after that little outburst I think you should just sit in that messy diaper until you get home!" her mother exclaimed. Grabbing her daughter by the ear she began to drag her out, pausing only to promise Milton that Vanessa wouldn’t be bothering him for a very long time and that he should come to visit often.

Milton thanked her for the invitation saying, "It’s a date." To Vanessa he added, "Now Nessie, you be good. If I have to spend the night with you, I don’t want you being naughty. I’d hate to have to punish you." A wink followed the comment.

He laughed as she was dragged out, sticking her tongue out at him for teasing her. Ironically, he, the person she had teased to the limit, was the only person now who could appreciate her adult body. Mulling that over he promised himself that if he did visit, he would be perfectly willing to change her diaper.

* * *

An hour later a waitress walked up to Milton’s table and asked, "Why, hello Professor Jones. What a surprise to see you here. Now, what can I get you?"

With a grin Milton looked the woman over. She was Asian and looked to be in her mid twenties. Nothing spectacular about her, but that really didn’t matter to him. "Just a beer, for now." he smiled, intending to ask her for her number later. He wouldn’t even use the mystical pendant that was now safely in his pocket.

The woman grinned back as she wrote the order down before looking to the Professor’s companion and smiling widely. "And what about you sweetie? What would you like?"

Two year old Marcie, dressed in nothing put a pair of Pampers and sitting in a booster seat looked up at the waitress and said in a high little voice "I’d wike a scwewdwiver pweese."

"Ohhh, that’s sooo cute!" the waitress exclaimed, kneeling in front of Marcie. Tickling the bottoms of the toddler’s feet she said "Okay. One screwdriver coooommmmiinnnng... " Walking her fingers up the child’s leg, diaper, stomach, chest then neck the waitress finished with a very high "UP!" as she poked Marcie on the nose. Smiling she added "Virgin of course."

The last comment caused Milton to laugh, while at the same time Marcie began to cry.

Looking towards Milton the waitress exclaimed "I’m sorry Professor. Children usually love me."

"That’s perfectly alright." he commented, before handing the waitress a baby’s bottle. "Could you do me a favor and put her drink in this?" he asked.

Taking it from him she winked and said "Only if you let me make this up to you by feeding her for you."

Milton smiled and nodded. "How can I refuse?"

As the waitress left Milton said "Now Marcie, if you don’t stop crying how are you ever going to tell me the names of the people who cheated in my class?"

Rubbing her red eyes Marcie sniffled and whined "Buh (sniff) buh, I cawn’t. I pwomised na too."

"Ah, a girl of her convictions. I respect that." Milton commented.

Marcie sniffled worriedly, wondering what would happen next. It didn’t take long. Suddenly her stomach and pee-pee started tingling and before she knew it her diaper started getting warm. She tried to stop but in truth she had absolutely no control over herself and it was only moments before her bottom felt not only wet, but squishy. She began to cry again.

Milton spoke to her as he picked her up. "Awwww, did the poor widdo co-ed make a poopie in her dipee?" As he laid her on the changing pad that had suddenly appeared on the table she spotted a clean diaper, a box of baby wipes and a bottle of powder.

"Well that’s okay honey, uncle Milty will clean you up. As many times as you need it, wherever you need it." With those words her diaper was popped and it, along with most of it’s contents, were wrapped up and taken away. And so she laid there, naked, in the middle of a bar, as passers by glanced and chuckled. As the Professor had told her, anyone who looked at her would know who she was; they just wouldn’t care about her plight.

Picking her up by the ankles the gigantic Professor wiped her top to bottom and none too gently before placing her behind on a clean open diaper. By now she was crying again.

Milton smiled at that as he dumped baby powder on her. "Ohhh, don’t cry, Marcie. I don’t mind taking care of you, for as long as you need it, which will be a very long time at this pace. Unless of course you tell me what I want to hear."

Attempting to fight through her wails Marcie tried to speak, to tell him the names he wanted. She hated this. There was no way she wanted it to last any longer. "I - I - tell u." she squeaked. "Dey ar .... mmmmpth!?"

Before she could finish a large rubber nipple entered her mouth, blocking off her speech. By the time she knew what had happened she was already sucking the orange juice down her throat.

"No need for that." the returned waitress said. "I heard the little brat bragging earlier about who she’d given some test answers to. I’ll tell you, if you leave her this way for say, a week."

Leaning back in his chair Milton rose an eyebrow and said, "I don’t want to take care of a baby for that long."

"That’s okay, I will." she responded, grinning widely.

"Done." he nodded.

Whispering to the baby the waitress said, "Next time sweetie, I suppose you won’t go insulting someone who has to work for her education. Now, won’t you look cute toddling up for you diploma in you di-di? I know your graduation pictures will be just precious. I’ll be sure to take plenty."

Marcie could only scream into her bottle as the waitress told the Professor every name she’d heard. He didn’t even bother to tape her diaper shut until she was finished drinking. After all, she was only a baby, and besides, appearances weren’t that important anyway.

The End.

Copyright, Dark Oni

May 2000.

 

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