Revenge Done Rare [Mature]

Age : 23 Joined : 14 Feb 2006 Posts : 118

So, I've been a lurker for a couple of years here. I've occasionally thrown out comments and ideas. Recently (read the past sixish months) I've been considering how I want to contribute to the community.
Ultimately, I'm a meh artist at best (not to mention a lazy b------) and it takes me quite a bit of work to produce a piece that I'm willing to share. As such, I'm trying my luck in the story department. I've written a couple of pieces (and abandoned some due to disinterest) but this is the first one I feel is complete.

Before people start flaming my style and content. While I said this one is complete, I feel it still needs editing. I'm aware it ends on a cliff, but I'm leaving room for a sequel (maybe...). I feel that I started strong and sorta petered out after the main event...

The diaper content is sorta sparse (hell, no lines about a character loving diapers as far back as they can remember in the first paragraph <thank god!!>) and takes a while to show up. I tagged this as Mature as a precaution. There is nudity, bit it's not covered in depth and there's nothing really naughty. Mostly, I'm just covering my a--.

Anywho, enjoy...then comment, critique, flame, troll, whatever (just don't expect a response if you're an a--)

Edit: I'm aware of the lack of tabs at the beginning of each paragraph, it has to do with the way the story was formated when I was typing it. Also, to confirm: there are six chapters.
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Sara sat at her desk in her room typing away madly. She was working on an essay that was due first thing in the morning. She had spent the past three weeks doing research and typing drafts, but when she had tried to turn the paper in earlier that day the professor had taken a brief look at the first page and called the whole effort trash. He then icily suggested that she re-write the whole thing and maybe she would get a good enough grade that some extra credit might get her a passing grade for the class. She sighed and took a glance out the window. As she had expected, the snow was coming down harder than it had been an hour ago. She shook her head and went back to work. It didn’t matter that it was snowing or that the whole college would be closed tomorrow. Professor Halktree would still want the paper so he could grade it. Automatic F if he didn’t have it.
She sighed again. He would give her a D at best. Every paper she had turned in, no matter how well written had never earned better than that. She saw the disappointed looks of her fellow classmates and suspected that they were getting the same. The girls at least, the boys she wasn’t so sure about. She hadn’t talked to anyone else, but she suspected that the only girl that was passing the class was Sandy Loose. Of course, that was based on the rumors that she was blowing the professor for a better grade, and Sara suspected that was what he had meant about “extra credit”. However, she had no desire to find out.
She came back down to reality and realized she had finished. For all the good it does…I’m probably going to have to take this class over. She printed a copy and went through the suites common room before knocking on her roommate’s bedroom door. “Max, you in there?”
Maxine (she preferred to be called Max) answered the door, “Sorry, hon, I’m headed out. I’ve got a spicy discussion with a close friend that needs attending, if you know what I mean. Maybe you ought to see if another of your friends can proofread your paper.”
Sara nodded, and stepped aside. Too bad I don’t really know anyone else here… she contemplated as Max left to go spend the cold night with her boyfriend. Sara left the suite shortly after words heading to the dorm’s common room in hopes of finding someone with a little time to kill.

Tag let the cigarette hang loose as he lined up his shot. He muttered to himself, “Eight-ball corner pocket,” and shot. He sighed and shook his head and the eight-ball bounced away and the cue-ball went in instead. He then stood upright and shrugged.
As he gathered up the balls and cue Sara spoke behind him, “You’re not allowed to smoke in here.”
He grunted and set the pool gear down where it belonged before replying, “I’m not smoking, just chewing on the end…I don’t smoke, it ain’t healthy.”
“Oh,” Sara replied. She looked around but Tag was the only one present. “I don’t suppose you could help me out briefly?” She inquired.
“With?” was his reply, defiantly non-committal.
She mumbled her reply, then seeing his look spoke clearly, “Would you proofread my paper please?”
He chuckled and walked over, she frowned, sure he was about to say no. However, he suppressed her, “Sure, I’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to go.” He began looking her paper over and making comments in the margins with a pen she provided. “What class is this for? I mean, almost any professor would give this an A and tell you that you should be taking a higher level course. This is high quality work. So much so, that all I’m writing down is nitpicky stuff.”
“English 101,” came her humble reply. When he gave her a confused look she added, “with Professor Hawktree. The best I’ve gotten from him so far is a D.” Tag shuddered, and Sara asked, “What? Is there a problem?
“Yeah, Hawktree is a total…well, let me put it this way: there have only been three girls that have passed English 101 with him in the last two semesters. If the rumor mill is even halfway accurate, all three were blowing him just to get the grades they deserved. Problem is he has tenure. So, we would need solid proof to get him busted. Proof we can’t get.”
Sara frowned, “So I was right, he meant blowing him when he said ‘extra credit’…bastard.”
Tag shrugged, “Most likely…guys got it slightly easier with him. He grades us hard, but at least we can pass without giving him a weekly bee-jay.” Tag stood and started to leave the room, then stopped, “Do you believe in magic?”
“What?” Sara was clearly confused.
“I asked, ‘Do you believe in magic?’ It’s a simple question,” Tag stated, he looked over his shoulder at her. The look in his eyes told her that he was asking her quite seriously if she believed in magic.
Sara closed her eyes for a moment, considering. Finally, she replied, “I…I would like to, but what I’ve seen of the world…well, there is little to suggest that magic is real.”
Tag chuckled, “Good enough. Come on, I may be able to help you teach Hawktree a lesson.” Sara stayed seated for a moment, but her curiosity quickly got the better of her and she followed.

Tag opened the door to his suite, “After you…ah, I apologize, I didn’t get you name.”
Sara blushed, “I’m Sara. And you are?”
A chuckle, followed by, “Tracy Maldrige Carron (with a c). However, everyone calls me Tag, maybe because it’s a lot easier to remember,” was Tag’s reply. He pointed to the couch, “Why don’t you have a seat, I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for a reply, he entered one of the suite’s two rooms.
Sara, left to her own devices for a moment, sat down. She glanced around the room, noticing a very strange book sitting on the end table. There were several weavings with strange designs or whose themes centered on creatures of the night. “You and your roommate have very unusual tastes,” she commented as Tag returned.
“I have strange tastes. I, however, do not have a roommate anymore. His friend’s suite gained an opening the first week of the semester and he moved there. As I had the suite to myself, I converted the extra room to a library for my more…unique finds,” Tag explained. Seeing the book on the end table, he nodded toward it, “If you are further interested in the subject of magic, you may borrow that book. It’s probably the best tome for those who wish to experiment with relatively safe magic to see if they wish to delve into the more dangerous stuff. However, you would be wise to remember that all magic is inherently risky.”
Sara sat unsure for a moment, “Um, ok. I guess…I mean, I have free time now that I finished the essay from hell mark seven.”
Tag chuckled, “Is that what you call it? Appropriate, I do believe. Now then, down to work.” He indicated the book he was carrying, “This tome is…well, what I intend to do is find out what kind of punishment you want inflicted on Hawktree and see if I can find an appropriate spell in here. Most of the stuff in here…well, none of it is deadly, but there is some nice painful ones if that’s the route you want to take.”
Sara nodded. “Um, do you have any suggestions?” she asked.
Tag shrugged, then replied, “Maybe give him a taste of his own medicine? Or perhaps, pain therapy…”
“Pain therapy, you mean like making is so when he does something mean, it hurts. That could be cool, but I…I don’t want…I don’t like seeing people hurt others,” she mused.
He nodded, “Ok, pain therapy is out then.”
“How about mentally rewiring him so he’s gay?” she asked.
He shook his head, “Three problems with that: one: that’s borderline bashing gays; two: that fixes the problem for the girls, but just causes it to reappear for the guys; and three: that involves a mental control spell, very dangerous magic that can be very problematic if it goes wrong or backfires.”
“Oh…well, you mentioned giving him a taste of his own medicine. What did you mean by that?” Sara inquired.
“Well…I could use a transformation spell to make him physically a female and use a simple mental compulsion to give him a strong desire to give bee-jays to any guy that will take one,” Tag stated. “Of course, the mental component will be risky, but as it’s only a minor compulsion, there shouldn’t be any major problems if it goes wrong.”
Sara nodded, “Do it. Serves the bastard right!”
“Ok, just sit quietly for a min…I’ll put together a curse. Hmm, lets see…” he focused on the books now open pages, muttering to himself illegibly. After a bit he looked up, “Ok, I know how I’m going to do this. Go make the corrections to your paper and bring the final copy here in an hour. I’ll be ready to infuse the spell into your essay by then.”
“Ok…but what exactly will the spell do?” she asked.
Tag chuckled, “The two things we agreed upon. It’ll make him go back over everyone’s papers from this semester and grade them fairly as well.” Sara smiled and stood. Before she could leave though, he added, “Woah, don’t forget this tome,” and handed her the book he had lent her.

Four hours later, Tag handed her the infused essay. “Now remember, do not read this. The magic is triggered by reading the essay. Just to be safe, I added a compulsion to read the essay, but the compulsion turns to a repulsion for anyone who has been warned against reading it. Do you understand?” he asked Sara.
“Yes,” she replied. “Um, will the spell trigger on anyone who reads the essay?”
Tag nodded, “Yes, and it can be triggered multiple times. Making a single fire spell would have been much more difficult. Further, without a component from Hawktree, I couldn’t key it to him. Be careful who sees that, ok?” She nodded an affirmative. “Good luck.” She smiled and turned to leave. “Sara, anytime you want to talk, about anything, feel free to come see me. I’m a self designed major in occult history and lore. That means all my classes are online…gives me a lot of flexibility and free time.”
“Ok, thanks. It’s nice to actually know someone here. See you around, Tag-kun,” Sara replied, turning a smiling at him before she left.
Tag-kun? She’s into Japanese? He contemplated to himself as he closed the door. Well, whatever…it is slightly cutesy, but I suppose I can put up with it. He walked to his room and went to bed.
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The next morning, Tag awoke and immediately started up his computer. He then went and took a shower in the suite’s bathroom as his ageing computer took a while to completely boot up. Still slightly asleep, he failed to notice that his hair had grown longer overnight and changed from its normal brown color to an orange with dark aqua streaks. It wasn’t until he looked in the mirror and saw his eyes had changed colors (again) that he realized that he had been changed.
He shrugged, working magic tended to have side effects on him. There was no reason to think that anything had gone wrong. He returned to his computer as he toweled off. He used telekinesis to operate his computer and check his class boards as he dressed. He was hardly surprised to find a couple of new assignments. He smiled when he saw that grades had been posted on some assignments for the previous week. “Typical, top of the class. Of course, if more of these people were actual mages instead of scholars and slackers filling a core credit I might have some competition,” he mused aloud to himself. He grabbed the towel and scrubbed his hair dry and he began to browse the various occult message boards he frequented. Sadly, most of the boards were worthless tripe set up by wannabe Goths who had no clue about life, much less real magic.
“Just another day is paradise then…hmm? Got a pm from ‘mirrior-muse’. Wonder who that is?” he commented as he logged onto the one real board. He opened the message and read it contents. Almost immediately, he chuckled to himself. “Looks like Sara has a real interest in this stuff. She already managed to log on to the only real message board for magic users. Takes a magic touch to do that, he he heh.”
He pulled out his cell and dialed her room (she had put her number in the message). “Hello…I’m trying to call Sara…yes, your roommate…amazing, isn’t it? She actually knows people…Out?...Oh, right. Hawktree…yeah, I had him my first semester. He a real bastard…ok, thanks max. Let her know I called…you sure?...ok, just a sec. Go ahead…555…4674…thanks, I’ll call her cell…do you know when her class ends?...nine-thirty…thanks, I’ll call her then…bye, Max.” He hung up and commented to himself, “Interesting roommate you go there, Sara-chan.” He took a quick look at the clock. “Half and hour. Better make it forty to be safe. Until then…” He sat and browsed several websites casually to kill time.

It ended up being an hour and a half later when an itching sensation started bugging him that he remembered to call her. “Hello, Sara-chan. It’s Tag…well, you called me Tag-kun last night. Fair’s fair…so, how’d it go…good…did he…uh-huh…uh-huh…ok…good…well, it wouldn’t do for him to be able to trace it to you…it should take a few hours…urg…huh?...oh. No, my hand, hands are itching…you too…oh crap…get over here immediately, we have a problem…yeah, I can fix it, but I need to act asap…the longer I wait, the harder to fix this will be…no, in- look, I’ll explain when you get here. I need to start looking up the fix immediately. See you soon…uh- I- I love you too, bye.” He closed his cell. “Did she read the paper despite my warning and the repulsion?” he mused. He closed his browser and ran to the room he used for a library. He grabbed the tome he had used the night before and another counter-curses, once I know what went wrong…

Sara had the hood of her coat up when Tag answered the door. “What animal?” he asked. He had not bothered to hide the tiger-like ears he now sported on the top of his head.
“Rabbit, or something close…I think I have a tail, but I haven’t checked yet,” she answered. She removed her coat once the door had been closed. Her ears did indeed look rabbit-like and stood up about half a foot from her head now that they were no longer constrained by the hood.
Tag nodded, “A tail is highly probable. I have one, and I think we’re progressing about the same. What I haven’t determined is what caused this or how far the transformations will go.” He sighed, then continued, “My first thought was that this was a side effect of casting the spell. However, I checked and any problems would have showed up immediately. Based on what I’ve eliminated, it seems that I somehow triggered a magic trap. The problem is I know little about any local magic phenomena. From what I know, there shouldn’t be any at all…”
Sara absorbed the information as she sat down, “So what can we…well, you, I doubt I’ll be any help…do to fix this?”
“Nothing, really. The best I can offer at the moment is a spell to change us back. However, that would have to wait till we stop changing…if we stop changing. There are some nasty curses out there that can only be countered one way. I hope this isn’t one of them,” Tag explained.
She nodded, “Ok, I guess I can accept that.” She noticed Tag giving her an unusual stare, “What?”
“I need to look something up…I may have found the source of the problem,” he replied, heading into the library. She could hear him talking low to himself, but was unable to make any actual words out. A few minuets later, he returned with yet another book. He took another look at her then began leafing through the book, pausing every so often to look at her again.
“Why do you keep looking at me? I doubt that I’m some predestined savior for mage-kind,” she inquired.
Tag commented as he continued his exercise, “Stranger things have happened in the magic community. However, I’m actually looking at the necklace you’re wearing. I think it may be…well, an artifact of sort-…Fuck! Oh so very fuck! Not good, not good, not good!” He sat down heavily, placing the book down so she could read the entry.
“The ‘Bane of the Magus amulet’,” she read the title for the relevant section aloud. She saw the picture accompanying the entry. That matched my necklace exactly…well, except I have a silver chain instead of a gold one. She turned to Tag and he nodded. Looking back at the book, she continued reading aloud, “A cursed item created by a highly devious mage for a magic fearing king. The king asked for an item to prevent him from being victimized by mages. The items creator loosely interpreted this and created an amulet that indeed protected the wearer from magic. However, this protection only applies to magic cast upon the wearer. The protection corrupts and twists other magic cast in close proximity to the wearer. The magic is first duplicated, then emitted as a twisted aura. The exact effect of the aura is dependant upon the spell or spells originally cast. This effect persists for twenty-four to ninety-six hours, depending on the power of the mage that enchanted the amulet (the original has long since been used and has since been duplicated numerous times for various reasons), then burns out. Those affected by the aura (assuming they survive) are permanently affected. No known magic can undo the magic wrought by this cursed artifact.”
Tag sighed, “It means you, me, the professor, and anyone you came in contact with since I enchanted your essay last night, and anyone you come in contact with from now till the enchantment runs out are all going to change.”
“And,” Sara paused and gulped. “And it can’t be undone, right?”
Tag shook his head, “No. I’m sorry. If I’d been paying attention last night, I would have seen the amulet and this might have been prevented. I-“
She cut him off, “I had it concealed last night. It looks quite valuable and I’ve been nearly mugged twice in the past for it. The only reason it’s showing today is…my, er, revealing shirt.” Tag opened his mouth the reply, but she shook her head, “Look, you told me magic was dangerous, but I let you go through with the enchantment anyway. We each had our screw-ups along the way. It happened, we have to deal with it. Seeing as we can’t undo this, we have to figure out how to make the best of this.” Tag regarded her for a second, then nodded. She smiled, “Good.”
They sat in silence for a few minuets, then Tag commented, “Well, it’s small consolation, but at least Hawktree will get it the worst. He’s hit by both the original spell and the corruption.” Sara smiled weakly, then a pained look appeared on her face. Tag frowned, “Is something wrong? You don’t look too hot…”
“Stomach pains…I think I may have had something…off for breakfast,” was her slow reply.
“Uh, do you need to use the restroom?” Tag asked.
Before she could reply, Sara let out a startled gasp and a torrent of pee escaped her. The front of her pants quickly darkened as she soaked them uncontrollably. She looked at him with a face seeking an explanation, “How?”
Tag blushed and tactfully looked away. “You better go clean up,” he said, indicating the suite’s bathroom. “I’ll conjure up some clean clothes for you.” He glanced at her and smiled weakly, “Then we can figure out how this is related to the curse…”
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Half an hour later, Sara sat on a fresh clean couch. She had showered and dressed in the clothes he had provided. When she had asked him how he summoned clothes that fit her so well, he had explained that the inherent magic of summoned clothes made them adjust to fit the individual that wore them.
She was actually glad of this as the changes had continued as she had showered. Her feet had changed, becoming digitigrade and fur covered. The fur extended up her legs a bit, petering out just below her knees. Likewise her hands had changed. She could now shift them between paws and human hands and they too were fur covered. The fur here extended almost to her elbows before it stopped. However, the most distressing changes were the ones covered by her clothing. Her breasts, which had previously been small discreet a-cups, had grown throughout her shower. The end result was a pair of rather obvious d-cups. Fortunately, the clean bra she had been given in the pile of clothing fit like a dream.
This had actually been the source of her inquiry. She had feared that Tag had been peeping on her in the shower, but this was not the case. She looked over at her partner in crime and assessed the changes he had undergone. His hands and feet had changed much like her. The only real difference lay in the color of their fur and that he had grown to about seven feet in height, while she now stood at about six feet. She studied the pattern of his fur, realizing that it was tiger like. The only difference being the dark aqua stripes instead of black stripes. He had a long thin tail that snaked back and forth irritable as he read one of his many books on magic. She reflected on her own coloration. Like him, her colors were unusual; a cyan fur coat was not natural for any animal, much less a hare. Her tail had helped her determine exactly what she was becoming while she took her shower.
“Good news and bad news,” he stated. “Bad news is that the entry you read earlier seems to be accurate, there is nothing we can do to stop or undo this. Good news is I found a way to determine what has happened to us and what more will happen to us…”
“But?” she prompted.
“…but, I’m only going to do it if we decide we really want to know our fate.” He looked at her, “I’m fine either way, Sara-chan. What do you want to do?”
She tilted her head to one side, “I guess that depends…what risks are there, Tag-kun?”
“None, divination is probably the safest branch of magic. Worst case scenario, the person you were trying to divine blocks you and knows you did it. No person involved? Then the worst that can happen is failure and a headache,” Tag responded. She nodded. “We’re going for this then?” he asked, and she nodded again. “Ok, let’s get to work…”

Several hours had passed since they had started on the divination, but they had found what they needed. Tag sat and sighed, “Well, I guess we’ve got all we’re going to get. From what we’ve done here, however, I can tell that our bodies have more or less reached their fully changed state. We’re still mostly human, but we now have several animal features. Specifically: a tail, the ears and eyes (as well as enhanced senses), the hind paws, hands that can shift to fore paws, and fur in the mentioned locations (other than the eyes, obviously).” He paused and looked at Sara. She nodded that she understood, so he continued, “For me, that’s the full extent of the effect. The reason for this being that a mage can’t be affected by his or her own compulsions. Every other victim, on the other hand, will suffer about three random, but related, compulsions.”
“Um, ok. Do you know what compulsions I’m under?” Sara asked.
Tag shook his head, “Not a clue…” He looked over at the clock and grunted. “How about we go eat, then see what we can find out? It’s already six,” he commented.
She looked at him and asked, slightly worried, “Won’t everyone notice…how odd we look?”
“Yeah, but by now, others who have been affected will have been seen. Further, new people who are ‘infected’ will change much faster now that the magic has matured. I’ll be able to tell when the aura fades, but I don’t know when that will be,” was his reply.
“Well, ok. I guess we can go eat then,” she agreed.
He nodded, “You need to go to the bathroom first? I know I-“ He broke off as she wet herself. Closing his eyes a moment he commented, “I think I know what one of your compulsions is. I don’t think you’re going to like it either.”
She was near tears, but she asked, “What….what is it?”
“When…how to put this…the subject of my question to you comes up, it triggers a compulsion that causes you to…er, let go…uncontrollably,” he explained.
She gave him a blank look, “Huh?”
He conjured a towel and handed it to her. “When you’re asked if you need to go, you go automatically. Looks like just discussing the subject straight up causes it too,” he added as she wet herself again. She blushed, grabbed the towel and ran into the bathroom. “You want me to get you some fresh clothes?” he called after her.
She stuck her head back out, “No…think up a way to…to…to fix this!” Without waiting for a reply, she ducked back into the bathroom, only to stick her head out a moment later, “Or keep it under control…”
After she closed the door and he heard the water running, Tag muttered to himself, “I wish I could fix it…and I don’t think you’ll like the ‘keep it under control’ solution…”

Ten minuets later, Sara sat on the couch wrapped in the towel. “Are…are you sure that’s the only option?” she asked in a meek voice.
Tag nodded, “Unless you can come up with something better or know something about magic I don’t. I’m sorry, but your best bet is to wear protection. The good news is: you’ll be safe from discovery.”
She looked down at the floor, pouting slightly. After a brief silence, she looked Tag in the eye, “Will…will you...” She mumbled the next part, blushing furiously, then added, “please!” in a barely audible voice.
Tag was about to ask what she had requested, but then realized what she wanted. “Are you sure? Won’t it be embarrassing for you for me to diaper you?” he asked.
She nodded, “but…but, I don’t think I could do it right. And…and, you already know…so…so, I’ll be ok with…” she trailed off as he nodded. As he conjured up her first diaper since she was two, something finally occurred to her. “Say,” she began her question, “why are you able to poof things into existence so easily when you say magic is so dangerous?”
Tag smiled, “A fair question.” He produced a bottle of baby powder. “Lay down, please. I’ll answer that as I diaper you, if that’s alright?” he stated. When she nodded he continued, “Lift your hips. Now, you’ve only been studying magic for a day so you wouldn’t have realized this on your own yet, but every mage has an affinity. Hips down.” He powdered her nethers as he went on, “In my case, it’s materialization, which is a sub-category of summoning focused on inanimate objects. When working spells in their area of expertise, spread you legs please, a mage is able to shape the magic much more precisely and with much greater ease. Simply put, for their ‘talent’ casting spells is as simple as breathing. All other areas, however, are still dangerous.” He finished taping the diaper in place, “All done.”
She blushed, looking at the garment that was now wrapped around her waist, “Oh, so what’s my area of expertise, my ‘talent’ as you put it.”
“I don’t know. That’s up to you to find out as you study,” he replied. He summoned up some clothing for her to wear. “You look kind of cute like that,” he said, the blushed when he realized he had said it aloud.
She blushed, and dressed, “You…you think so?” He nodded, still blushing. “Well, thanks….I think. How do you plan to keep others from noticing? The bulge is king of…obvious,” she asked. He held up a bracelet. “What’s that?”
“A bracelet of discretion. People will see you, but not notice you. How to explain it better…ah! Basically, unless they have to interact with you directly, are aware of the enchantment, or are specifically looking for you, other people will see you as just part of the crowd. Further, in the first and last cases, as soon as whatever enabled them to notice you ends, you will seem to just fade away from their awareness. Even if they are aware of you, there is a second enchantment that prevents then from noticing the diaper (even if you were to flash them) unless they already know about it or they know about the enchantment. Does that make sense?” he explained. She nodded. He smiled, “So the only people who will notice you at supper are me, and the staff, and they will only notice you briefly.”
She smiled, “Ok, and the staff won’t be able to tell I’m diapered, even if I were to show them? As long as I don’t actually say anything, I’ll be safe?” Tag nodded. “I think I can handle that.” He stood and led the way to the door, but something suddenly occurred to her, “Wait…we should invite Max. She’s probably been affected by now…I slept in my room last night. We should explain what’s going on to her.”
Tag nodded, “Ok, you want to call her or just go see her physically?”
Sara led the way out of the room, “Follow me!”
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“Ok, I’m not sure I understand or even want to believe anything you’re saying, but I understand that these changes are…well, not unique…and permanent, right?” Max asked. She was seated across from Tag and Sara in one of the cafeteria’s booths. Sara was snoozing lightly and leaning against Tag, having eaten and not really paying attention to a conversation that was basically a repeat for her.
Tag nodded, “Yes.”
Max nodded her head as well, “I guess I have no choice but to accept that. I think I know what my ‘compulsion’ is (don’t ask), and I like the fox ears and tail. All in all, things could be worse.” A mischievous grin appeared on her face, “So, are you two an item?”
Tag shrugged, “Maybe. Depends if she can forgive my screw-up and likes me, I guess. I like her well enough, so…”
“I understand. You’re there if she wants you,” Max replied. “Good man, few men are these days. Honest, too. Just what she needs really…I just hope she sees that.” She nibbled on a fry, the asked, “So, how old are you anyway?”
“Twenty-five. Not that you believe me about the magic thing, but us magus live a lot longer and age a lot slower. And you?” Tag replied.
“Tsk. Never ask a girl her age. But, just this once…I’m thirty. Kiddo there, she turns twenty-one in a couple of days. You should get her something nice,” Max replied, laughing lightly. She stood, “Thanks for the invite. Maybe we can do it again sometime. Tell Sara I think the diaper makes her look cute. Her secrets are safe with me. ‘Night.”
“’Night,” Tag replied. He watcher her leave then lightly shook Sara. “Wakey wakey, sleepy-head. Time to go...”
Sara woke, “Um, ok. Where are we going?”
Tag shrugged, “Where would you like to go? I can take you to your room, we could go to my room, or perhaps you’d like to go for a walk somewhere…”
Sara stood and stretched, “A walk sounds nice. Let’s go through the park.” Tag stood and gathered the dishes. He nodded his agreement.

The next morning Tag awoke slowly. He was aware of another person clinging to him, but unsure how that had happened. Opening his eyes, he saw that it was Sara. He smiled and remembered what had happened after they had left the caf.
Their walk had been enjoyable, but was cut short by the beginnings of fresh snowfall. As a result, they had come back to his room and discussed magic for a while. Their discussion had wandered through various aspects of magic before turning to the curse that had befallen them. They speculated on what had happened to Professor Hawktree and what other victims might be going through. Eventually, she had wet and asked him to change her in a very shy voice. He had obliged her, padding her in an almost comically thick diaper.
She had responded to this by jokingly pouting. It was here that his memories from the previous night started to blur. Tag realized that the sheets had been flung aside. The relatively high heat that he kept the suite, combined with the body heat from their close proximity, had caused one of them to toss the sheets off in their sleep. Observing Sara’s sleeping form, he chuckled when he noticed that the long t-shirt she had was wearing had rode up during the night, leaving her diaper quite visible. He rose quietly, making sure he didn’t wake her, and covered her with the sheet before going to take a shower.

“Good morning, sleepy-head. Ya wanaa go get breckers?” Tag asked Sara as she entered the suite’s living room, still rubbing sleep from her eyes.
She yawned before replying, “Uh, in a minuet. You been up long?”
“Couple of hours. I’m an early riser,” Tag replied. He closed the book he had been reading and set it on the end table.
“Oh, wow,” she commented. “I didn’t know you read anything that wasn’t a text book or a tome on magic.”
Tag chuckled, “Sometimes, even I like to kick back and relax for a bit. You want to shower first? That usually wakes me up.”
She shook her head, “Nahh, I’d rather just brush my hair.” She looked down at what she was currently wearing, “You think I could get away with just this?”
“Maybe, might want to lengthen that shirt a little; just enough so it could plausibly hide a pair of short shorts. Of course, it’s cold outside…” he replied, somewhat stunned that she didn’t want to do a better job hiding her diapered state.
She shrugged, “Mm-kay. You got a brush I can use?” He conjured one up and tossed it to her. “Thanks, think you can do that lengthening too?” Sara asked.
He stood and walked over to her. As he traced a pattern on the shirt, he asked, “What’s up? Yesterday you were worried about people knowing that you’re diapered. Now you seem to be…well, un-concerned.”
“Screw the rest of the world,” she replied. She smiled at him, “You think I look cute like this. I…I like you. As in, like like.“ She paused, grinning at his surprised look. “I’m…well, I’m hoping you like me too,” she continued, smiling when he shut his jaw and nodded. “So, anyway, I want to dress-“
He cut her off, putting a finger to her lips, “Shh, I understand.” He removed his finger and replaced it with his lips.

It was several minuets before they stopped kissing one another. They had only paused long enough to catch their breaths intermittently. Finally, he had stopped, “As much as I’m enjoying this, it won’t get us fed.” She laughed. He moved around behind her, taking the brush as he did, and brushed her hair for her. “Max mentioned you turn twenty-one soon. Care to tell me when?” Tag commented.
“Saturday…”
“Oh, so, the day after tomorrow. Speaking of which, you got any classes today?”
“No…well, yes, but I can afford to skip it. I’ve already got a passing grade from the work I’ve done. The teacher drops like the lower third of your grades, so…well, I could fail the rest of the assignments and it wouldn’t matter,” she turned to him and smiled weakly.
He shrugged, “Some classes are like that. Gives you more time to rest up for the bad ones. Speaking of which, Monday could prove…interesting… depending on how things went. Well, your hair’s done, shall we go to breakfast?”
“Sure, but call Max first…and have her invite her ‘boy-toy’. I want to meet him,” she replied. He chuckled and dug out his cell-phone.
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“…to youuuuuuuuuuuuu,” Tag unnecessarily dragged out the final you as he, Max, and Lupus (Max’s boy-friend) finished singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Sara. “Now make a wish,” he added. She grinned and blew out the candles on her cake. Then, she turned and kissed him.
“Oh, since I got my wish so fast, do I get another?” she joked, enticing laughs from the others.
Tag shook his head, “No luck there. How about the consolation prize instead?” He produced a present from his pocket and handed it to Sara. She gave him a confused look, causing him to chuckle and say, “Hey, I’m allowed to give my girlfriend a present for her birthday. Go on, open it.”
“Um, ok,” she replied. She ripped the paper off and opened the box. Inside was a necklace and a blank book. She looked back to Tag and asked, “What are these?”
“Well, the necklace is enchanted (don’t worry, I was much more careful this time) to protect you from almost anything. The book is similarly protected, but it also has enchantments that make it useful as a spell book,” he explained. She nodded and smiled while Max and Lupus congratulated her. Tag grinned wide, “Now, we do a toast to the new drinker-“ here he was boffed by Sara “- and eat cake and ice-cream.” His announcement was met by a light cheer.
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“So why are we here again?” Lupus asked for about the tenth time.
Tag sighed, “I’m here because I want to be sure that Sara is ok. I don’t know for sure what happened to Professor Hawktree because of the enchantment. Therefore, I’m here for safety purposes. You, on the other hand, are here because you had nothing better to do.”
Lupus chuckled, “Yep, sounds about right for me. So, you wanna go do something fun after this?”
“Define fun, wolf boy,” Tag muttered.
Lupus chuckled again. Wolf boy was indeed a good moniker for him. He had the same features as Tag, Sara, and Max only with a lupine theme. His compulsion (which Tag found annoying or intriguing, depending upon the situation) was thrill seeking. “Well, I hear there’s a new ride at the park. Supposed to be a real gut killer…wanna go check it out?”
Tag nodded, “Sounds good, actually. Just as soon as we finish here, you and me and possibly Sara and Max can go do that.”
“Really?” Lupus asked, he was used to Tag saying no to his wild ideas.
“No.” Tag shot back sarcastically. When Lupus’s jaw dropped into a shocked frown, he shook his head and said, “Sarcasm…seriously. Yes, we’ll go check out the ride.” Sara came out of the classroom with a weary look on her face. Tag sighed in relief and went over to her, “Well? How’d it go?”
“I…I passed the class, I don’t need to go to anymore with…her...” Sara trailed off.
Tag raised an eyebrow, “But?”
“Well…she kept making passes at me…and the other students…and… and I’m not sure she’s…well….a she. I’m not making sense am I?” she replied.
“Maybe not…so, did so go fur ball like us?” Tag asked.
Sara nodded, “She’s a cat with pink fur. Kind of creepy if you ask me.”
“Huh, strange,” Tag commented. “Well, I promised Lupus I’d go check out the new ride with him. You want to come? We’ll give Max a call, too.”
“Sure,” she replied. She grinned, “I’m all set if it gets too scary.”
Tag nodded, “You know, I think there’s another effect that the aura had.”
“Really? What?”
“I think that it placed a compulsion to be happy with your new situation. Other than me (not that I’m not happy, just not compelled to be) everyone who was changed is happy with their new situation. Even those who complained at first,” he explained. She nodded her understanding.

Inside the classroom, Professor Hawktree looked across those who were still present. Only a few, pity. Oh well, I’ll find more playmates elsewhere. The ‘good’ professor’s lecherous habits had carried across to hir new gender. Worse, they were enhanced by the compulsions shi was under. Shi licked hir lips, anticipating the games shi would play with those still present.
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Too...blockish. >.<

It needs some spacing, as my eyes begin to hurt from stuff like that.
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I didn't mind the blockiness of it. I thought it was a good story and would like to see more like it.
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Age : 31 Joined : 25 Mar 2007 Posts : 69 Location : Denmark

It's a pretty nice story. Do keep it going.
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Age : 20 Joined : 26 Nov 2005 Posts : 257

You have the same problem as me, and that's not formatting your work. I find it a major pain in the ass (I too like to type it up in giant blocks of text, it makes more sense to me) to properly space all my work, but on a few other sites, I noticed that once I had reposted my formatted stories, the positive comments doubled.

Just some brain food for you.
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Age : 23 Joined : 14 Feb 2006 Posts : 118

Thanks for the reviews so far. My internet is sorta...cranky at times, so I'm not sure I want to try and go back and add back in the tabs (I used MS word and basically set the start of each paragraph so I didn't have to tab in...as a result, there are no spaces where there should be)

Regardless, I'm still up in the air on if I want to do a sequel or not (I may end up doing a side story, there are enough 'victims' that I have plenty of play room...)
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hmm... it was interesting. I didn't mind it too much, but the story seemed a bit rushed, and the way it jumps from one moment to the next was slightly confusing.

So, while by no means a literary masterpiece, it definitely showed that you are capable of writing a good story, and one that kept me reading throughout. Not bad, wouldn't mind seeing a sequel at all Smile

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