[Fiction] Be Careful When You Visit a Witch on Halloween

[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.



***


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.

[Kenzee]

The next brave souls to make their way to her door came a couple of minutes later. Maple opened the door and was greeted by a boy and a girl dressed as some sort of muscular anime characters, complete with fake scratches, dirty torn clothes, spiky hair, and a mysterious set of eyewear. Maple’s initial guess was that they were an item together.

“Trick or treat?” the two said in unison. Maple looked them up and down, but something felt off about them the longer she looked. Then it dawned on Maple.

“Oh, you two aren’t a couple, are you?” she asked.

“Nope, just two single gay best friends hanging out with one another before the party,” the girl said.

“Right on, well, that changes things a bit,” Maple said. “but the question remains the same, nonetheless. Trick or treat? Hmm, which one do I want...” She stood there tapping her chin with her finger as she thought about what she could do. “I think I’m going to go with a trick this time. Say, what are those weird eyewear things supposed to do?”

“They’re scanners. They are supposed to tell you the power level of your opponents, and give you other information on them,” the boy said.

“Hmm, alright. That actually sounds pretty useful. I can work with that. I’m sure you two are pretty familiar with the term ‘gay-dar’, right? One’s ability to distinguish who’s gay and who’s not? Well, I’m going to make those scanners of yours into a real, working version. I’m sure that’ll make things a lot easier for you at the party,” Maple said.

She flicked her wrist and saw her two visitors recoil slightly, bringing their hands up to their heads, clutching onto their plastic costume piece. Maple watched as their respective eyepieces began to light up, displaying information to the wearers. They turned their heads around, seeing the world through a new lens, so to speak.

“Wow! This is so cool!” the boy said, turning to look at his friend. “Let’s see what it says here. Hmm. Name: Melanie (Mel), female, 21 years old, 5’6”, 140 pounds, D cup, 75% homosexual, 45% arousal. 46%. 47%. 52%. Wow! It’s climbing pretty quickly. Do me next, tell me what you see.”

Mel blushed. “Okay, here we go. Name: Sebastian (Seb), Male, 21 years old, 5’10”, 185 pounds, 7-inch cock, 81% homosexual, arousal currently at 65%. That’s awesome. This will make it so much easier to hit on the girls now!”

“That’s not all. If you tap on the side here,” Maple pointed to the arm of her own imaginary scanner, “you’ll be able to tab through some more information.”

“Let’s see here,” Seb said. “We have a disease scan, looks like you’re both clean, girls. A sex stat page. How many guys/girls slept with, how many orgasms, time since last orgasm, average refractory period. The list just goes on and on.”

“There’s a kink page too. Hmm let’s see here,” Mel said looking her friend up and down. “I see that someone enjoys water sports a little too much. And you enjoy being a bottom bitch, among other fun restrictive activities.”

“You’re one to talk, girl. You enjoy pissing yourself just as much as I do. Although I guess you’re more about making others piss themselves, given your dom/sub ratio,” the boy said.

“Why don’t you two step inside for a second?” Maple asked. She stepped back and gestured for them to come inside, which they jumped at the opportunity.

“Wow this is a nice place you have here,” Seb said. He was looking around, but when his gaze passed over Maple he stopped. He kept tapping on the arm of his scanner, but from his expression, he wasn’t finding what he was looking for.

“The only thing my scanner says about you is that your name is Maple, and you’re a witch,” Mel said.

“Guilty as charged. I think I’d prefer to keep some things hidden,” Maple said. “But that’s enough about me. I think you two have something you want to do to one another first.” She flicked her wrist, causing her two guests to shiver.

“W-what do you mean?” Seb asked.

“Come here, boy,” Mel said. She grabbed Seb by the shirt collar and turned him around. “That’s just what I thought. Arousal, 70%. Bladder capacity, 98%. Looks like someone needs to pee, don’t they?” Mel grabbed a hold of Seb’s package, clutching it tight.

“Yeah, I suddenly have to go really bad,” Seb said. He raised his gaze, matching Mel’s. “Oh, I see. Arousal 95%. Bladder capacity 90%. You have to go too, don’t you?”

“That’s right bottom boy, and I think you’re going to help me with that,” Mel said. She tugged down on Seb’s balls and he fell to his knees. He watched as Mel undid her pants and let them fall down to the ground. Her panties followed and she kicked the mound of clothes away. Seb was shocked to see his friend half naked in front of him.

The shock didn’t last long as Mel grabbed a hold of Seb’s short hair and pulled his mouth onto her pussy. He struggled there for a second, producing muffled incomprehensible sounds into Mel’s sex, but was quickly drowned out as the first couple drops of pee flooded his mouth. Seb began to eagerly swallow, his cock stirring to attention in his pants. Mel released one of her hands and used it to gently knead her breasts.

Seb started to pull away, but Mel’s hand held him firmly there. A couple rivulets of her piss dripped down his face, soaking into his shirt. That was the least of Seb’s worries as he tried his best to squeeze his legs shut. But it was pointless as his crotch began to darken. At first it was just an almost inaudible trickle, but as he soon lost full control and the room was filled with the sounds of a dripping fountain. It wasn’t long before he was kneeling in a puddle of their combined piss.

“Ah that’s much better,” Mel said. Now make sure to clean me up. I can’t be getting any piss in my undies, unlike a certain someone.” Seb was reluctant at first, but after being nearly suffocated in her folds, he got to work.

“That’s a good urinal slut. Now get to work cleaning up your mess while I talk to Maple about getting you a change of clothes,” Mel said. Seb dutifully lowered his face down into the puddle of warm pee, and began to lap away at it with his tongue.

“That was quite a performance, you too. It’s too bad you’re not romantically, or sexually compatible with one another,” Maple said.

“That’s true, but a thirsty mouth’s a mouth, and I’m sure that piss boy down there will agree that piss is piss. It’s going to be much more fun now when we hang out,” Mel said. “But, a lot messier. Do you have a spare set of clothes for Seb, or can you do something with your magic to help him out?”

“I think that’s the least I could do,” Maple said. She waved her wrist and all the piss on the ground was gone. Seb stood up and dusted himself off. He turned and twisted about checking to make sure that there was no sign of wetness. Mel pulled her clothes on, and tightened the sash that held her pants tight to her waist.

“There we go. Good as new. And now for a parting gift,” Maple said as she fished around inside of the plastic pumpkin and pulled out two bags of treats and pushed them into their hands. “Those are some party favours for later. If you open them now, there are a few chocolates to enjoy. But don’t lose the bag. When you make it your room for the night, open it again, I think you’ll enjoy what’s inside. Now off you go.”

Maple opened the front door and ushered the two trick or treaters back outside.

“Thank you for this,” Seb said, from down the step, pointing at his scanner.

“Yeah, thank you so much. It’s going to be quite a party with these on,” Mel said.


***


Later that night Seb had found an absolute stud at the party who was hung, horny, and homosexual as could be. He brought his new man back to his shared apartment, and after closing the door behind them he found himself pinned to the wall by the bigger man. Seb felt the man’s raging erection push up against his tight bum as the man began to caress his body. Seb played along and struggled underneath him for a moment before moaning at his every touch.

The two of them froze as they heard the sounds of a key in the lock. Seb quickly grabbed his stud’s hand and pulled him to his room, closing the door before his roommate could get in.

“Phew, that was close,” Seb said, taking a seat on his bed. His stud was a little taken aback at the change of events. Seb patted the spot beside him, and the man sat down, placing his hand on Seb’s inner thigh. The two of them locked eyes, then began to make out with one another. Minutes passed, and Seb was the first to pull away, as he remembered the bag in the back of his pocket.

He pulled out the bag and shook it, and both he, and his stud gasped at what fell out. On the floor there was a shiny black latex urinal gag, a box of condoms, a big bottle of lube, and a big rectangular-shaped bale of plastic. The stud reached over and turned the plastic bale over in his hands.

“Adult diapers for gay urinal slaves boys. Featuring an easy access, resealable fuckhole,” his stud read out loud.

Seb looked like he wanted to die on the spot. One of his deepest darkest secrets had just appeared out of thin air. He was about to apologize until he looked over at his stud’s crotch only to see the raging erection in his pants.

He looked up at his stud just in time to feel a rubber object get pushed inside his mouth. He tried to back away, but his date was too strong, and within moments his urinal gag was locked onto his head. Seb was unable to speak, all that came out where a series of moans, grunts, and groans.

He didn’t put up much of a fight as his stud ripped the remainder of his costume off and pushed him onto his back. Seb couldn’t see down past his gag, but he heard the sound of plastic ripping. In quick order the stud had grabbed both of his ankles in one of his big strong hands and hoisted his legs above his head. Seb felt a soft object wrap around his waist, which he immediately knew was one of the diapers.

The rest of his evening was filled with him nearly drowning in the man’s hot salty piss. The urinal gag gave him no choice but to swallow or drown, but he loved every moment of it. His cock was straining in his big puffy diaper, rubbing against the absorbent material as his stud fucked him senseless. They finally stopped when Seb finally passed out due to the overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion.

Seb woke up a few minutes later, in the tight warm embrace of his stud. The gag had been removed and set on one of his night tables, and the two were spooning under the covers. Seb had no desire to get up and go to the bathroom so he let go of his aching bladder, filling his thirsty diaper with his warm piss. Fully content with his life at the moment, he fell back asleep in the arms of his hopeful lover-to-be.


***


“Where are they?” Mel muttered to herself as she rummaged through her purse. Her date was in tow behind her, eager to get to the end of night festivities. The smile that was plastered on her slightly drunken face made it seem that the sweltering fluffy pink bunny costume was well worth the effort.

Mel found the keys to her shared apartment and inserted one of the keys into the lock. She rattled it around, and pulled it out when the lock failed to open. In the dim hallway light, it was hard to tell some of her keys apart from one another, so she tried the next one. Thankfully the lock opened, and Mel led her bunny into her apartment.

She was just in time to see her roommate’s door close behind him. Given the success that she had seen Seb have at the party, it was clear he had brought the stud home with him. Mel turned back to gaze at her own prize. A short, thin, flat-chested girl. Someone who she could pin beneath her and dominate. Thanks to the scanner that Maple had given her, she was able to pick out the girl at the party and was already pretty sure that they were compatible in the bedroom.

Without much fanfare, Mel led the pink bunny girl into her room, and closed the door behind them. She playfully pushed the girl onto the bed and pounced on top of her, pinning her between her thighs. She bent over, resting her ample chest on top of her prey, heavily contrasting the difference between the two of them. Mel slid her hands into the bunny girls hood, lacing her fingers in her hair. She pulled the girls head up, and locked lips, holding her in a tender, but non-optional embrace.

The girls took turns being on top as they rolled around the bed, engaging in some beat-around-the-bush foreplay. They sensually stripped each other down, making sure to shower each other's body with kisses. They were interrupted when they heard a loud grunting sound from across the apartment, as the bunny girl sat up straight in the bed.

“That’s just my roommate. You know, the one I pointed out at the party. I bet he’s currently getting the riding of his life...” Mel trailed off. “Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot.”

Mel got up from the bed and went looking for her purse. Thankfully it stood out among the rest of the dishevelled clothes that laid forgotten on the floor. She rummaged through it and returned to the bed holding the thin plastic sac that Maple had given her earlier. She upended the empty container and felt a couple of objects fall out onto the bed. Her bunny girl let out an audible gasp, but otherwise stayed silent, staring at the contents of the bag.

There was a strapon harness, already featuring a bright-orange carrot-shaped dildo, a large rectangular bale of plastic, a pink soother gag with little whiskers drawn onto the faceplate, and a complimentary bottle of lube. Mel was expecting something naughty, but even she was taken aback at how accurate the witch’s party gifts had been.

She wasted no time grabbing the pacifier gag and inserted it into her submissive’s mouth, feeling minimal resistance. From the scanner, Mel knew that the bunny girl was a full blown submissive, with a huge little side. The gag was tied around the girl’s costume hood, and she was pushed back down onto the bed. Mel pulled on the zipper that ran down from the neck all the way down, and back up to the tail. That’s a very useful feature, Mel thought. Then she realized, it wasn’t just a bunny costume. It was actually a full-body onesie.

Mel could feel the excitement build between her thighs. She slipped on the strapon harness, and lubed up the thematiclly correct dildo. The slutty bunny laid on her back, legs spread apart and was playing with her well-lubricated sex. Mel swatted her hands a way and plunged the hard-plastic toy straight into her dripping sex.

Her prey moaned and twisted in ecstasy between the bedsheets. It was the best fucking that Mel had ever administered in her entire life. The way that the end of the dildo bumped up against her sex had sent her through multiple orgasms of her own.

Once the two had finally separated from one another, Mel grabbed the plastic bale, turned it over, and read what it said.

“Adult diapers for fuck-bunnies in heat. Extra absorbent for long term wear,” Mel said.

Mel was exhausted, but the thought of snuggling with her bunny girl propelled her on. She ripped open the package and pulled out a diaper. On instinct the bunny girl raised her hips, allowing the thick disposable to slide into place. The tapes were done up and before Mel could zip up the onesie, she noticed that the front of the diaper had already started to discolour and expand. Mel smirked, and zipped up the onesie. She jumped into the bed, pulled the sheets over top of her, leaving her bunny girl uncovered in her sleeper, and pulled her prey into a tight snuggle.

Mel fell asleep listening to the slowing content gentle rhythm of her new bunny girl suckling

[Kenzee]

The night was winding down for Maple. Her last visitor had left fifteen minutes ago, and there were only a few people still outside on this chilly Halloween night. She purred contently, sipping away on her enchantingly warm tea. In retrospective, it had been a good year so far. She had been visited by almost all of her regulars, and she saw a whole bunch of new excited faces that were sure to return. The next year was almost guaranteed to be just as good as this one if not better.

There was a knock at the door, sending Maple jumping to her feet. One last visitor. Here we go! she thought. She opened the door and there was a man dressed as an American football player and an accompanying woman dressed as a cheerleader, complete with a colourful set of pompoms. They were a little different than her usual clientele. The thing that stood out the most was their age. By Maple’s well-educated guess, they were in their late thirties. Her average visitor was usually in their early twenties.

The couple stood there staring at Maple, who met the couple’s gaze with her own. It was clear that they weren’t completely uninformed visitors. After all, most adults don’t go trick or treating without their kids in tow. In a college town, like the one that Maple had purposefully located herself in, the college-aged young adults got in on the action.

This will be an interesting one, Maple thought.

“Alright then…,” Maple started. “You guys should know the drill by now. Is there something you wanted to ask me?” The couple turned to look at each other, looking for support from the other, unsure if they wanted to go through with this after all.

“Trick or treat?” the woman finally asked as the couple turned their attention back to Maple. Those were the exact words that Maple needed to hear. It was an ancient phrase of consent in the Witching world. One that could only be uttered truthfully under the one of the ancient consent wards. The very same ward that Maple had cast over her entire property before the start of the night.

“And you?” Maple asked the would-be football player. All visitors needed to say the phrase, it could not be said for them, or on their behalf.

“T-trick or treat?” he asked after a moment of hesitation.

“There we go. Was that so hard?” Maple asked. “You know, it’s been an interesting evening tonight. I’ve had all sorts of visitors, and done all sorts of things, so I think it’s fair if I cheat a little bit just this one time. I’m going to go choose both.” Maple smirked a little. She let that statement hang for a moment, letting it sink in a little bit. The couple stood there dumbfounded.

“I can tell that this is going to go a little differently than all my other visits so far. Why don’t we take this inside? I’ll make us a nice cup of tea and we can get down to business,” Maple said. She stepped aside and gestured down the hall towards her dining room area.

Her two guests sheepishly crossed the threshold into her house and made their way down the hall to the room that Maple had pointed out. Maple followed close behind, trying to overhear the quiet whispers shared between the couple.

“Are you sure she can help?” the man whispered.

“I don’t think she can make things any worse,” the woman whispered. “My girlfriend swears that visiting her is a life-altering event. We need this.”

“You’re right, it’s worth trying at least. It's a hell of a lot cheaper than couple’s therapy,” the man whispered back.

“Please take a seat and I’ll be right back,” Maple said. She shuffled off to the kitchen and allowed the couple to stew in their own awkward silence for a bit. If they were going to use her like a therapist, they can certainly afford to wait a few minutes as the tea brewed organically.


***


Maple returned with a tray of tea and all of the accompanying dishware in hand. She set it down on the ancient dark circular wooden table, and took the seat directly opposite of the couple. Without much fanfare she began to pour the tea, filling three teacups, and passing them out in turn. The couple fixed their tea as they liked it, the man taking more sugar, the woman added more milk. Maple leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her tea. It was perfect without having anything added to it. The couple each took a tentative sip of their tea and put their cup back down.

“Well, I can already guess what this is about, but go ahead and tell me what has gone wrong in your life,” Maple said.

“W-well, you see, my friend has visited you before, and she said you changed her life forever,” the woman said. “I told her all about our problems, and she said that we should come by here on Halloween night, in costume, and see if you can do the same for us.”

“Did she tell you exactly what I did with her?” Maple asked.

“No, she left out those details. I tried to pry into it, but she refused to tell me,” the woman said.

“So… What exactly are you too expecting from me tonight?” Maple asked.

“We’re not actually sure,” the man finally said. Maple let out a small chuckle at this.

“Okay, I’ll stop beating around the bush then. Please stop me if I’m wrong. You two are here because you are having couple’s problems. You’ve been married to one another for a decade or more at this point. Your daily life is going great, no problems at work, finances are in order, and retirement savings are accruing. You both wanted to have kids, but you couldn’t, and that killed the vibe in the bedroom years ago. How am I doing so far?” Maple asked.

The couple across the table were speechless, their jaws hanging slightly ajar. It would seem that I’ve hit the nail on the head, Maple thought.

“But it’s more than just that. You two are actually very similar in this department. Neither of you are openly experimental, and you’d rather be the one experimented on,” Maple said. She flicked her wrist. “I watched you to fix your tea without even trying it first. Where’s the adventure in that? I’ll have you know this tea is best taken without anything added. Go ahead and try.”

Maple gestured at their cups. The couple looked down only to find the black liquid reflecting their likeness back at them.

“How did you--“

“Ah-ah-ah. Just try it,” Maple said, cutting off the man. The couple sheepishly took their cup, and gave it a once over before raising it to their lips. They took a small sip, but quickly went back for more.

“See, you both actually like it. But you weren’t willing to step outside of your comfort zone,” Maple said. “You would have never known if I didn’t just force it on you.”

“You’re right,” the woman said. “You’ve been right on everything so far. That’s exactly why we are here.”

“I’ll go a step further. I can tell that both of you are natural submissives. Neither of you wants to be in charge in the bedroom department, and it feels taxing to be forced into that role,” Maple paused, letting her words sink in for a moment. “Luckily, I can certainly help in that department. Give me your hands.”

Maple spread her hands out on the table with her palms up, waiting for the couple to put their hands in hers. The woman went first, eagerly giving Maple a hand. The husband took an extra prompt from Maple before giving his own. Maple held them firm then concentrated, reading into their past.

“Ahh, I see. There we go. I know what I need to do with you two now,” Maple said. She let go of their hands and flicked her wrist. The couple recoiled, feeling a shiver in the wrist of the hand they had offered. They rubbed it but stopped when they felt something alien. Maple cackled as they realized that they couldn’t remove the foreign object from around their wrist.

“I started off with the trick. On your wrist you’ll find a metal wristwatch,” Maple said as gestured to the man. “And a stylish metal bracelet for you,” Maple gestured to the woman. “I would stop trying to take them off, they don’t come off, unless I, or a certified medical professional takes it off. Even then, they’ll just reappear afterwards.”

“While I was holding your hands, I made an important discovery. You both have been hiding things from each other. Don’t look at each other like that, neither of you cheated or did something malicious. But you two are some avid secret masturbators. Not only that but you two are actually above and beyond kinky. More than I expected at first, so I guess congratulations are in order,” Maple said while sarcastically shaking her hands in excitement.

“What do you mean? I—” the man was interrupted as Maple flicked her wrist at him. A pacifier gag suddenly appeared into existence and inserted itself into the man’s mouth. The straps circled around his head and cinched tight.

“You will only speak if I permit it,” Maple said. “I wasn’t finished talking. Ahem. Right, the bracelets. Or, I guess it would be more accurate to call them collars. You’re both very familiar with the concept, I trust? They come with a few features. First, and most important, neither of you will be able to reach an orgasm without my expressed permission. That’s right, I’ve ruined your private alone time. But I’ve also ruined your time in the bedroom together. Even if you two fuck all night there will not be any satisfaction unless I say the magic words. Do you understand?”

The two newly minted slaves nodded their heads in agreement, afraid to make any more noises.

“Good. Second, while you are in my presence, or you two are alone together, you will forget your names. You will only be able to refer to yourselves by the pet names that I have given you,” Maple said.

“That can’t be true,” the woman said. “My name is Princess Porkchop, and my husband’s name is Sissy Stinkybutt.” Princess Porkchop gasped, covering her mouth in shock. Sissy Stinkybutt made a muffled sound but looked at the floor, unable to look at anyone in the eye. Maple just sat back and laughed.

“That’s right. You’ll forget your real names, but you’ll still remember that your pet names aren’t your proper names. I love just how ashamed Sissy Stinkybutt has gotten. You’re not a big macho football player, now are you?” Maple asked. Sissy Stinkybutt looked at the ground as if he hoped it would swallow him whole.

“I think a change of costume is in order. Stand up,” Maple ordered, standing up herself. The couple were slow to get to their feet, as Maple expected. I can’t expect them to be too excited to jump into this. But that’s why they are here. They’ve been standing at the cliff edge looking at how nice the water is below, but neither had the courage to jump in. That’s why they need this push, Maple thought.

“Strip,” Maple commanded. The couple jumped. The soft edge in her voice was gone, replaced with absolute authority. The woman didn’t hesitate, eagerly throwing her cheerleading outfit onto the floor. Maple eyed her up. She was in great shape, a flat core, not much more than a few extra pounds on her. She would be right in place as a model for peak average fitness.

The Sissy Stinkybutt on the other hand was slow to undress. He quickly took off his shirt and shoulder pads, revealing a much thinner figure than Maple had expected. But, like his wife, he was still in excellent shape, a lot of lean muscle covered his frame. He stopped at his pants, fiddling with the drawstring, trying to buy a little more time. Maple had already had enough of his stalling and defiance. She rounded the table, and yanked down his pants, taking his underwear with them. She immediately grabbed his package, squeezing it painfully tight, and brought him down to her level.

“When I tell you to strip, or do anything, I expect you to do it in a timely manner. Do you understand, Sissy Stinkybutt?” Maple asked. She gave a good firm hard squeeze to his balls to drive home her point.

Stinkybutt frantically nodded his head up and down in agreeance, eager to stop the pain in his nether region. Maple withdrew her chokehold, and pulled her hand away, allowing his cock and balls to fall back into their natural position. Only, his cock stayed up. Looks like my little sissy enjoys having his dick tortured, Maple thought. She made a mental note. It certainly wasn’t an impressive package, that’s for sure. It looked to only be maybe three and a half inches long, at best. And it’s thickness left a lot to be desired.

“That’s better,” Maple said. “Now I want you both to spread your legs apart and put your hands behind your head. That’s good, I see that you’re both quick learners, with the right motivation. This is your inspection stance. Whenever I ask you to get ready for an inspection, you are to take this position and hold it until I instruct you otherwise. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Miss,” Princess Porkchop replied. Sissy Stinkybutt nodded along in agreement. Maple turned her attention to Princess Porkchop. Using her finger, she traced over the contours of her new slave’s body, savouring the moment.

“Well Princess Porkchop, I think it’s time I tell your sissy husband exactly how fucked up you are,” Maple said. “On the surface, you look perfectly normal. You workout, watch what you eat, are fairly clean and organized, but that’s all a cover. You desire to be dirty. You want to be filthy. You want to be a deprived cumslut who will do anything to get a load, no matter who it's from. But it doesn’t stop there. You have a serious deviation for bodily waste. You love the taste of your own piss. You’ve even been caught by your husband sipping away on it, passing it off as apple juice.”

Princess Porkchop was trying to stare holes into the floor between Maple’s feet. She was unable to look at either of them right now. She was blushing so bad that Maple thought she might end up staining her face. Maple grabbed her hair and pulled her face back up, forcing her slave to look at her.

“Don’t look away from me slave. When I am talking to you, I expect your full attention,” Maple said. “But I think I want you doing something useful while we continue to talk.” Maple undid the sash on her robe allowing the flowing garment to open down the middle. She slid it off her shoulders and threw it over the back of one of the chairs. Underneath, she was wearing a black leather corset that pushed her ample cleavage up, and two long black leather boots that ran up her legs almost all the way to her knees. She looked stunningly sexy, and it was very clear that she was the one in charge with the way that she was dressed.

Maple grabbed a hold of Princess Porkchops hair once more and pulled her down to her knees. She tilted her face upwards, and mounted it, smashing her sex into her slave’s mouth. Porkchop didn’t do anything other than stare up at Maple, her eyes starting to water from the lack of oxygen.

“Lick, slut. You might have fantasized about being enslaved by a male, but you will pleasure me all the same. If you want to breathe, I suggest you get busy,” Maple said. It took a moment, but Princess Porkchop relented and started to service her Mistress.

“That’s better,” Maple said. She let go of Porkchop’s head and let her breathe for a second before gently coaxing her back between her legs. “Where were we? Oh right, your love of bodily waste. You somehow love the taste of ass and waste. I have no idea how you discovered that one, but you are quite a filthy creature. You dream about being forced to piss and shit in your clothes and be forced to wear them like some kind of degraded whore. And that’s why you’re going to be my filthy little piggy.”

“Sissy Stinkybutt, come over here. I’m going to give you a very nice gift right now. Come get as close as you can to your slut of a wife and start jerking that pathetic pindick of yours,” Maple said. The man blushed but he did as he was told. He came over, got his tiny erect member within inches of his wife’s head and began to stroke it, using only this thumb and his index finger.

“Sissy Stinkybutt, you really are pathetic, you know that? Your cock is so tiny. I can see why your bedroom is dead. That does not spark joy in anyone. I don’t even think the seasoned plastic cockslut between my legs is able to feel you enter her. But don’t worry, that’s all behind you now. You won't ever penetrate your wife with that stub ever again. You’re such a pathetic cuck, you know that?” Maple said. “The only one fucking your wife from now on will be me.”

Maple waved her wrist and pulled Porkchop away from her crotch. Maple always enjoyed watching the look on her partner’s face when she suddenly grew a cock above her pussy. She watched Porkchop start to lick her lips. It was clear that at this time she much preferred to worship a cock over a pussy, but Maple would have to change that. But that was a goal for a different day.

“Sissy Stinkybutt, which cock is bigger? Please point to it,” Maple asked. Stinkybutt reluctantly pointed at her cock. It was an absolute monster of a unit. Eight and a half inches long, hard, and veiny. It looked like it belonged on a pornstar.

“Good girl,” Maple said. “Now keep jerking it, slut. Porkchop, I doubt you need any further instruction.” Porkchop devoured Maple’s entire manhood in a single go. I guess she really did practice with her dildo collection, Maple thought. Maple was caught off guard by the expertise serving her cock. She forgot where she was for a moment, enjoying the pure pleasure radiating from her groin.

“Oh right,” Maple said as she regathered her thoughts. “I guess it’s only fair if I let Porkchop know about your secrets too, Stinkybutt. You love cock and ball torture and small penis humiliation. You browsed caption after caption of men being degraded for their inadequateness between their legs. I’m not surprised, you were, after all, looking for people who shared in your unfortunate reality. You’ve heavily fantasized about being cucked. About a man coming into your relationship and relieving you of your duty, and delegating you to being an absolute bottom bitch. You dream about being forced back into diapers, being left in your own piss, and the piss of others while your wife gets railed in the room next door. You’ve played with your ass, stretching it in preparation to take larger and larger objects inside your slutty boi pussy. Turn around and bend over.”

Stinkybutt hesitated a moment, before doing as instructed. He bent over and touched his toes, leaving his ass well on display for both Porkchop and Maple. Between his hairy ungroomed butt cheeks there was a shiny red-jeweled butt plug shining back at them. Maple tentatively grabbed a hold of the plug and gave it a twist, eliciting a stifled moan from the gagged sissy.

“Did you know that he had this stuffed in his bum when he came out tonight?” Maple asked. Porkchop bobbed her head side-to-side on her cock, signifying that she had no idea.

“Wow, you’ve somehow managed to hide this from your wife for years. Good job sissy boy. Obviously, your secret is out now, so let’s make the most of it,” Maple said. She tugged on the plug. At first Stinkybutt’s bum held onto it, but it gradually lost its hold on it, letting it go with a comical plop sound as it left his asshole gaping.

Maple pulled her cock out of Porkchop’s greedy mouth. It’s time to share the wealth, Maple thought. When she looked down, Princess Porkchop actually had a pout on her face, as if she had her favourite toy taken away from her. Which, in a way, was very possibly true at that moment. Not wanting to let a good thing go to waste, Maple put Stinkybutt’s well-worn butt plug up to Porkchop’s lips. There was a tentative sniff before she eagerly enveloped the plug with her mouth. Maple turned the plug around, making sure to get it fully wet with her pet’s tongue.

“Lie down. Spread your legs and play with your sloppy wet pussy while you suck on your sissy husband’s plug,” Maple commanded, and Porkchop followed promptly. Maple picked up one of the chairs and moved it behind Porkchops head, then manhandled her new fuck boi so that he his arms and shoulders leaned over the chair, and his dangling manhood pointed down at his slut of a wife. Maple grabbed a hold of his hips, and lined herself up. She pressed the tip of her cockhead against his puckering boi hole and pushed in, the stretched hole offering limited resistance. He let out a stifled moan into his pacifier gag as the hard intruder pushed its way past his weakened defences. Maple waved her hand and the pacifier gag disappeared. Sissy Stinkybutt stayed quiet, only making small moans as Maple adjusted her position.

“So Sissy, who’s the man in your relationship now?” Maple asked.

“You are, Miss,” Sissy Stinkybutt said. Maple gave his ass a firm swat.

“That’s wrong, slut. You will address me as Sir, or Master. That goes for both of you. I wear the pants in this relationship now and you two are both going to enjoy your new position as my two new bottom bitches. Is that clear?” Maple asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Sissy Stinkybutt said. Porkchop nodded affirmatively, her mouth busy with her newest tasty toy. Maple began to withdraw her cock from her sissy’s tight hole, eliciting the cutest moan.

“Beg me Sissy to fuck you. Make it good, or you won’t get your treat,” Maple said. She held her hips still, threatening to pull her pulsing cock back out.

“Please Sir, fuck my slutty boi pussy. Please Sir, make me into your degraded bottom bitch. I am a pathetic excuse of a man, and I need to be put down into my place as a tiny-cocked ass boi. Please Sir, fuck me in front of my wife. Show her how a real man fucks, because she certainly hasn’t ever experienced that from me. Please Sir, I’m your pathetic sissy. Make me into a real mess, destroy my ass, I don’t ever deserve to be able to sit properly on it ever again.”

Maple’s dick grew even harder and longer, filling her sissy to his absolute limit. She had heard enough. Any more excited, and her magical dick might actually rip him a new one. She plunged back in eager fucking her new toy. His begging soon stopped, replaced by unintelligible babble that quickly was reduced down to the cutest moans that Maple had ever heard come out of a boy. Let alone a degraded man nearing his forties. Note to self: I shouldn’t gag him in the future. His moans are just too cute to pass up, Maple thought.

She wouldn’t last much longer, and from the collar that she had put on him, she could tell that he had been riding the edge for a while now.

“Open your mouth, Porkchop,” Maple commanded. “You may both cum.” The room echoed in cries of pleasure as both of Maple’s new bottom sluts erupted into the best orgasm of their respective lives. Sissy Stinkybutt shot his seed right across Porkchop’s face, coating her in a thick layer of cum. Most of which landed in her mouth, which was eagerly swished around and swallowed.

The scene was too hot for Maple and for the first time that night she orgasmed, filling her new cocksleeve with her faux cum. Her two slaves were out of it, panting, coming down from the heights of euphoria. Maple grabbed the discarded buttplug and popped it back into Sissy Stinkybutt without any resistance. She rounded the table and took her seat, raising her teacup back to her lips, savouring the perfect blend.

She snapped her fingers and the scene changed. The tangled heap of flesh that had been her two new slaves had been moved back into their respective chairs at the table. They were no longer naked. Maple had made the effort to redress them in a new matching costume. Both slaves were dressed in a tight pink latex dress that flared out over their hips, giving way to set after set of exposed petticoats. A pair of white mid thigh high socks and a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes finished off their little princess costumes.

“As I was saying, the collars come with some features. The third feature, I came up with especially for you two messy fucksluts. While the collar is on, you two will be experiencing nocturnal urinary and fecal incontinence. Just a little parting gift so that you don’t ever forget who controls your bedroom,” Maple said.

With that, Maple ushered her guests to the door and sent them on their way home with a set of gift bags in tow. She told them that she expected them back first thing in the morning for their first of many diaper changes. She sunk back into her recliner, and sipped on her tea. It had been an excellent Halloween night.

***

[Kenzee]

One month later there was a knock on Maple’s door. Right on time, Maple thought. She raced down from the kitchen to open her front door. There were her two newest and most favourite slaves, Sissy Stinkybutt, and Princess Porkchop. The two had been told to come directly over every Friday at six o’clock sharp to serve their master for the weekend, and so far, they had kept to their end of the bargain.

Maple greeted the couple and invited them inside. She closed the front door behind them and they immediately began their routine, as Maple went back to the kitchen to finish off dinner. They removed every stitch of clothing, and made sure to fold it up nicely and place it in their designated spots in the closet. They would then crawl on their hands and knees to the dining room where they would be served dinner in a shared bowl at their master’s feet. While they waited, they would prostrate themselves at the foot of the table, waiting on Maple to finish preparing dinner.

When Maple came back from the kitchen she was surprised. From what she could see there was something black on her slave’s backs. When she ordered them to stand up and turn around, she found that the couple had taken the initiative to have their slave names tattooed onto their lower backs, in a brilliant stylized font.

When asked how they had gotten them done, Porkchop explained that her friend, the one who had initially told them about Maple, was a tattoo artist, and she had offered to ink them up for free. Maple pulled her slave couple into a big hug and expressed just how lucky she was to have a couple of sluts like them. Unbeknownst to the slave couple, tonight would be the first night since Halloween that they would be put to bed together without their collars on. The diapers, of course, were not optional.