[Kenzee]

Hello everyone. I've decided to write a bit of a short(er) story themed around Halloween. It should only be a few chapters in length, and should be done soon. Here is the first chapter. It contains SPH, diapers, and unfair elements. Enjoy~

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Maple stood in front of the hallway mirror admiring her costume. It was every witch’s favourite night, and Maple was no exception to this rule. She adjusted her pointy witch’s hat, complete with an authentic metal buckle, and tied the sash on her black floor length robe, showing off her hourglass figure.

The sun was starting to set, and the fun would soon begin. Maple ran through her mental checklist to make sure she was ready. Costume? Check. Decorations? Check. Consensual ward? Check. Of age ward? Check. Treats? Maple looked at the plastic orange jack-o’-lantern bucket that was filled to the brim with bags of fun-time goodies. Check. Alright, looks like we are good to go! Maple ran over to the adjacent room, and looked out the window of her Victorian era styled home. She could see that people were just starting to get out and trick or treat.

It would be a while yet before she got her first visitor. That was the unfortunate part about living in the scary old home on the top of the hill. It took a brave enough individual to make the long trip up her walkway and to knock on her door. But they would come, of that, she was sure. After all, she had built up a clientele of regulars over the years. All it took was one visit, and they would be coming back year after year. And sometimes much more often than that.

Maple was more than content to sit there in her comfy armchair, now pointed towards the window, and watch all of the neighbourhood run about in their costumes. If they only knew the truth of what was out there, Maple thought to herself. But still, it's so refreshing to see everyone having a good time, even if it is a bit of a mockery.

Parents who were escorting their children would eventually end up making their way to the end of the street, only to stop and look up at her house. They would usher their children back down the street, saying that her house was too far of a walk, or some other excuse, proving that her wards were very much in effect. There were rules to being a compliant witch, and Maple made sure she was following them down to a ‘T’. The last thing I want is the Witch’s Council showing up and putting me on trial.

It didn’t take much longer before Maple spotted her first visitor making a beeline for her walkway. She put down her cup of tea and drew the curtains. There was no need for anyone to know that she was watching them so eagerly.

Moments later there was a knock on the door. Maple had to contain her excitement. She refocused herself, slowly counting to three before opening the door.

“T-Trick or treat?”

A young college aged man dressed up in a red flannel shirt, a woolen toque, and a plastic imitation woodcutting ax was at her door. Maple looked the lumberjack up and down. The man was nervous, and it was clearly evident. He must have been dared to come up here, Maple thought. It was a common enough occurrence. Her house was rather scary looking, especially with the decorations. It made sense that this guy's buddies probably dared him to come up to the scary house on the hill, and pose as a trick or treater.

“Well, well, well, that is quite the question, my dear,” Maple said. “A trick, or a treat. I’m not sure which one I’d rather this evening.” Maple flicked her hand.

“I… umm…” the man stammered, clearly not expecting things to turn out this way. Or maybe he was just caught off guard by the shivering sensation that just passed through his body.

“You know what, I’ll let you choose. What will it be, big boy? A trick, or a treat?” Maple asked. She looked down at the tightening crotch of the man’s pants. She took a commanding step forward and grabbed his package, feeling it up in her hand.

“I-I shouldn’t be here. Sorry.” The man twisted trying to leave, but found that his feet were stuck to the ground.

“Mmm, that’s not very polite, young man. I asked you a question. You’re not going to leave without answering it, now are you? Maple asked. She grabbed a hold of the man’s package and squeezed it just enough to elicit a gasp from the man.

“T-t-treat, I guess,” he stuttered.

“That’s a good choice, now come on inside and I’ll give you your treat,” Maple said. She pulled her new toy inside, leading him on with the threat of more pain being administered to his balls. To the guys credit he came along under his own free will.

Maple closed the door behind them and flicked her wrist once more. A localized time spell. Just a little something that she had picked up early in her witching career. Time would pass much faster inside her house then outside, but any observers would experience the passing of time normally. This would allow her to spend as much time as she wanted with each visitor, and then send them back outside as if only five seconds had passed.

Maple flipped over the comically large sand hourglass that was resting on a side table. The sand hung there, as if it were waiting for something to start before it began to count time.

“You see the lines on the hourglass there, stud?” Maple said as she got on her knees in front of the wannabe lumberjack. The man looked at the hourglass, then at the colourful poster board on the wall above it.

“Yes, there we go. Very good. Each line is colour coded. The longer you last before blowing your load, the better your treat. As you’ll notice, there are ten lines. The first couple aren’t the best treats, but you don’t have a choice in the matter,” Maple said. She pulled open the man’s pants, and fished his junk out of his underwear, allowing it to hang freely in front of her. She leaned forward, and as soon as her tongue touched the tip of his dick, the first grain of sand began to fall.

Maple began to tease his dick, slowly working it over, from the tip, down the shaft to the base of his balls, and then back again. She felt his cock quickly stiffen to its full hardness almost immediately. Oh no, she thought, this poor boy isn’t going to last too long. From the tremors she could feel, he was already trying to hold off from losing his load. He was already letting out the cutest little moans.

Unfortunately for this lumberjack, the game propelled Maple to do her best, and she took the glistening cockhead into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, once, twice, and on the third go around she feltthe meat in her mouth spasm, and she was quickly rewarded with three hot pumps of the man’s pathetic load.

Maple looked up to see the man’s face stuck halfway between expressing pleasure and horror. She finished up, sucking the man’s mess off the tip of his cock and stood up.

“Well… It’s not often I run into such a quick shot,” Maple said.

“I... Umm… Well… It’s just been a while since I’ve, you know… Played with it. We just finished our midterm exams, and I was hoping tonight at the party to get lucky, and get to blow off some steam, you know?” the lumberjack said.

“I feel so bad for whatever girl you may have ended up in bed with. You didn’t even make it past the first line. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to go ahead and cancel that plan of yours. I doubt any girl is going to want to play around with you tonight,” Maple said.

“Now for the other half of your treat,” Maple said. She pointed to the poster on the wall. The first line was glowing in red, fading out the rest beneath it. She began to read the line. “Level 1. Lasting between 0 and 30 seconds. Cock shrunken down to quarter of its size. Sensitivity heightened severely (effectively ‘orgasm-incontinent’). Cum generation greatly increased. Nocturnal bladder incontinence. Bladder capacity reduced by half. All underwear will transform to be absorbent. Time length: 1 month.”

The boy stood there with his mouth hanging open, struggling to process what was happening. Maple flicked her wrist, doling out his ‘treat’. There was a tingle in his groin and he reflexively grabbed his dick. The poor guys favourite toy was shrinking away, going from a respectable six inches to being a pathetic one and a half incher. He withdrew his hand before tucking it away in his underwear. But from the glimpse the Maple caught, it looked like an overcooked button mushroom, barely managing to stand up.

His underwear didn’t fare any better as is quickly puffed out, expanding, transforming itself into an absorbent pullup diaper. He probed the odd feeling between his legs, but decided against feeling it any further, and did up his belt. Maple could tell he was eager to run away before anything else could happen to him.

“Here you go, Babyboy,” Maple said. She pulled one of the small gift bags out from the plastic pumpkin and put it into the lumberjack’s hands. “You make sure that bag gets home with you tonight. You can open it up and show your buddies. All that in there right now is a couple treat sized chocolate bars. But when you get into your room for the night, shake it out, you’ll be needing what falls out.”

With that, Maple grabbed the man by his lightly padded ass, and maneuvered him to the front door. By the way he was trembling, Maple could guess that the heightened sensitivity had just kicked in.

“Okay, Babyboy, it's time to go back to your friends. Try not to cum too much in your padded undies. And if you want to get out of this early, you can come back tomorrow and we can try again, only the treats get a lot steeper on the second go around,” Maple said with a wink.

She closed the door behind the man, and watched through the small window in the door as he carefully waddled down her walkway. Down at the end of her laneway there was a group of guys waiting for him, eager to hear about what he experienced. It’s probably a good thing none of them can talk about what happened behind my closed door, Maple thought. All they say is that a woman dressed as a witch invited them in to give them a bag of treats. Nothing more exciting than that.

The group walked off, probably eager to get to the party the quick-shooting lumberjack had just mentioned.



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Later that night the lumberjack waddled back into his bedroom. He immediately ripped off his pants and pulled off his sticky pull ups, leaving his one-inch wonder to hang free for a moment. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself off, unable to believe what had happened to him. A witch made one of his most intimate fantasies come true. At this thought his little cannon shot off once more, firing a pathetic string a cum onto the floor.

He remembered what the witch had said earlier, and grabbed the empty plastic bag from the back pocket of his pants. He had long ago eaten the small chocolate bars that were hidden inside it. He took the thin plastic sac and shook it. The half-dressed lumberjack nearly dropped the bag in surprise as he felt a couple of heavy objects fall out.

On the floor there were four rectangular plastic bale-like objects. Immediately the lumberjack had an idea of what laid inside. He grabbed one of them and turned it around. On the front of it, there was a big burly cartoon-looking lumberjack dressed much the same way as he was, in the patterned red flannel shirt with a big ax over his shoulder. But instead of pants, the figure was wearing a big puffy white diaper with two thin blue lines that ran up the crotch.

‘Adult Diapers for Pathetic Pissers’, was the name written across the top of the package. In the corner there was a giant golden star with the size information, and it read: Male, Size 2: 1-2’’ erect length. The lumberjack blushed while reading over the bag, partially wondering why the size depended on his cock length.

He wasted no time and ripped open the package, and pulled out his first adult diaper. Bringing it to his nose and sniffing it, he smelt a baby powdered-like scent. He quickly laid on his bed and opened the diaper, sliding it underneath himself, barely managing to bring up the front in time to catch another round of sticky fireworks.

He pulled the tapes tightly and patted the front of his diaper, marvelling at how it felt between his legs. This of course caused him to shiver in orgasm once more. Exhausted at the night’s events, he pulled the covers over himself, and turned onto his stomach to fall asleep, like he always did. The sensation he felt on his little cock was too much. He began to uncontrollably hump the bed, firing off several more loads into the previously dry padding until he passed out with a smile on his face.