Rebecca woke up with a start. Her head swiveled back and forth, trying to figure out where she was. The familiar walls of the pink nursery were gone and in their place were the unfinished concrete walls of the basement.
Oh my gosh, I cannot believe that I'm finally back,
she thought. She got up slowly, grimacing that she had apparently fallen asleep on the cold hard floor of the basement. There was a thin rug that had provided a little bit of comfort, although her back was telling her otherwise. Rebecca pulled off the fluffy pink blanket which covered her, and tried to remember when she had bought such a childish thing.
But then she remembered. She remembered the nursery, and everything that had happened to her. Her hands dropped the comforter, and shot to her chest, searching for any sign of her breasts. There was none. They were still gone, and her nipples were still just as sensitive as she remembered them being. She gave one a tentative tweak, and it stung.
I guess my nipnips are still recovering from those hanging weights,
Rebecca thought.
But where are my boobies? Did that witch actually take them? I guess what happened in that nursery was real.
Rebecca's eyes made their way down her body. Around her neck were the markings given to her from the cursed amulet that started all of this. The tattooed writing was still as vibrant as before, much to her disappointment. Her chest was still missing, and her midsection was still as undefined as it had been before. She paused when she reached her waist. Around her waist was a new neon pink adult diaper.
She prodded the plastic padding with her finger, and was relieved to find that it was dry.
I guess that's a small relief, right there. I guess any day I wake up without having pissed myself makes for a good morning,
she thought.
What a low bar to set for myself.
She shuddered, and threw back the rest of the blanket, and was relieved to find that nothing else had changed about her.
Oh, wait! What about that marking above my pussy?
she thought. Her hands gripped at the tapes on the diaper. To her own surprise they actually peeled back, and the front of the diaper opened up, revealing her pubic region in all its glory. The smiley face mark was no where to be found. Rebecca thrusted her hands in the air in celebration.
Yay! Maybe that means that everything is over.
Rebecca jumped to her feet and ran up the stairs, leaving everything behind. She found that the door to main floor was wedged ajar. She tentatively pushed the door open and poked her head out, trying to see if anyone was there. But, to her relief, there was no one to be found. She walked through her house, hiding behind every wall while checking each room as she went. There was no sign of anyone. No evidence whatsoever to even suggest that someone else had been inside her home.
But the door, it was wedged open. I certainly didn't do that. Or did I? I don't even know anymore. I guess its possible for Mommy to have opened the door for me,
she thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the familiar notification sound went off on her phone. But she quickly figured out that the sound was not coming from downstairs, but rather it was coming from the kitchen. She raced over and found it laying on the kitchen table. She plugged in her passcode and unlocked it, and was greeted with a text message from her parents.
"Hey Sweetie. We just got your voicemails from last night. I'm sorry we weren't able to help you out, but it sounds like you were able to manage all on your own. Let us know if you need help rehanging that door. Your dad will be more than happy to help out, once the pandemic is over, of course. Love you greatly. -- Mom."
Well, that's one thing I don't have to worry about,
Rebecca thought.
I'd hate to drag my parents into this. I don't know if this witch is just after me, or if she's able to affect anyone nearby.
She quickly wrote a text back to her biological mother, assuring her that she didn't need any further help.
Okay, so where do I go from here? If I'm marked, and the amulet is gone, I don't think running away is going to do anything. I doubt Mommy will be too impressed with me if I do that, and I certainly do not want another spanking.
Her hands reached back and cupped her bum. Her cheeks were sore. Whether that was from sleeping on the floor, or from the spanking, Rebecca didn't know. She made her way up to the full-length hallway mirror upstairs and looked at her derrière. It was bruised. There were visible handprints faintly glowing in the red and purple bruises.
Darn it. I can't believe Mommy laid her hands on me like that.
She looked herself over, and was happy to see no other marks, or bruises that were unaccounted for. She was still sad to see that her breasts were gone but, that was a small cost if she was done with being haunted.
Her hair was looking rather dishevelled, and she recoiled at the smell of her pits when she took a tentative sniff.
I guess I was sweating quite a bit in the nursery,
she thought.
A shower won't do me any harm.
Rebecca grabbed a towel and jumped into the shower, making sure to let the hot water soak into her skin. It felt good to let the water wash away all the stress that had been building up in her muscles. Half an hour later, she jumped out, squeaky clean and ready to continue her day. As she towelled her hair, attempting to get it as dry as possible, she felt a familiar shimmer of magic pulse through the air. She dropped the towel and immediately looked herself over in the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out if something had happened to her.
Rebecca was relieved to find no changes, but her smile quickly dropped as she looked over the toilet. In the same black flowing script that had been in the nursery above her change table. She shuddered as she read the words.
