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A New Beginning	By : CindyShrapnel Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 9455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A New Beginning
- 1
(For ANnon82)
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Buffy drained the glass and slammed it down on the top of the bar and wiped her mouth with her sleeve not caring about the stain it would leave. She nodded to the barman and he silently poured her fifth shot and placed it in front of her on top of a golden napkin. She sipped her drink while shooting a look of disdain at Willy who just left her the bottle of fifteen year old blended malt.
She didn't let her focus waver though and eagerly quaffed the drink hoping to stave off having to go home for just a few minutes longer.
She sighed deeply as she placed her empty shot glass back on the bar. Buffy was now on the wrong side of being a teen and though legally classed as an adult she still longed for the safety and unquestioned love of her mother. To have her dear departed Mom tuck her in and treat her like the princess she longed to be . It was a longing that haunted her every re-animated step.
Returning from the dead had been a struggle but she was getting through it, but her loneliness ate away at her like a carnivorous virus, devouring her soul a little more each day until it was nothing more than a dessicated shell. She was amazed at how Dawn, though losing both her sister and her mother in the space of weeks, had found a new strength from deep within her, a strength that, although Buffy possessed it too, she didn’t want it.
With no demons or other ghouls to fight tonight Buffy had gone to Willy’s for one simple reason, to get hammered and drown herself in the bottle yet again. She had been slaying more and more often of late, though pickings had been strangely slim, just to avoid going home and spend another empty night doing her laundry and watching the mindless reality shows she loathed.
Her life was patterned by the soul eroding mundanity of working at the Doublemeat Palace and the brief enjoyment of slaying. It all helped fill the void that was her life. Anything was better than going home to her big empty bed where her only companion was the stuffed childhood toy Mr Gordo.
"Buffy what are you doing? You can’t keep doing this"
Buffy, briefly startled, spun round on her bar stool that was held together with fraying strips of duct tape, and stared at the woman from whom the voice came. It was Willow, she carried with her a warm and kind smile but underlined with a sense of disgust that Buffy had been seeing more and more on her best friends visage during the last few weeks.
"Just don’t Will, I..I…”
“You what?”
“I…just…don’t…fuckin’…hic…..care…anymore”, Buffy snorted back. Her eyes dull and lifeless, though her heart still beat and her pulse still thrived, she still felt like she was still under six feet of consecrated earth.
“Buffy just come home, please?”,Willow implored.
“Home? What home? The plashe where I just shuffle in and out, Dawn is a virtual shtranger to me now, and I don’t know Tara at all. And you? Just who your anymore Will?”, the slayer slurred.
“Me? I’m not the one drinking myself stupid every night, you just need to snap out of it, please Buffy”
“Will…I just…I’m just so shick of being the one who’s pushed like this all over tirhmm. I’M the one who has the world on it’s shoulders all the…all the time and what do I get? Fuck all, Willow. Fuck…all. Without my Mom..I..just…I miss her sho…hic…with no fuckinnnnmmpph”, Buffy rambled incoherently before trailing off, rested her head on the bar and promptly passed out.
Willow just sighed and shook her head, mutely throwing a few bills on the bar ignoring the chuckles of the barman.
The redhead knew it was time for her to save Buffy, she had saved them all so many times it was time she finally got her happiness. In a way that the slayer would never expect. Willow pulled out her cellphone and hit speed-dial.
“Yeah it’s me…are you ok? You sound like…ouch, nasty……did she? She’s a weird girl….no I’m down at Willy’s…can you give me a hand getting her home, she’s passed out…again. No I’ll wait for you here…ok see you soon…..yes, I think it’s time”, the witch said as she hung up and waiting for reinforcements to arrive. It was becoming quite a common ending to a night and the redhead was glad she had her help now that Buffy was slowly dying without even caring.


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The sun blazed through her drapes and Buffy moaned throwing a lazy arm across her face. The vicious, but familiar, rhumba was playing in her head making it throb and beg for mercy as her hangover made itself at home.
“Buffy, get up or you’ll be late for work”, yelled Willows voice up the stairs making the slayer groan more and entomb herself within her duvet.
As her nausea rode through her aching body she became aware of something odd. A smell and a strange coolness close to her skin.
She fumbled around as she reached down and felt her pyjama bottoms, it was thick, padded…..and wet. She screeched as she flung back the duvet printed with daisies and yanked down her Hello Kitty pyjama bottoms and saw her crotch was wrapped in a thick diaper. Shaking her already shaky head Buffy prodded it and recoiled as it was real, too real. She stood up but swooned back again as the hangover was debilitating in the extreme.
“Bye Dawnie, and make sure you hold her hand”, called Willow down the stairs as she stepped into Buffy’s room with a chirpy grin.
“Morning Buffy, how are you feeling?”
“You…d-did you…do…this?”, stammered out Buffy with a scotch scorched throat motioning wildly to the damp and intrusive diaper hugging her crotch with its saturated cold grip.
“Well yes. Did you use them, you know, did you go pee-pee in them?”, asked Willow with a nauseating perky voice.
“I…I….”, said Buffy as she felt a surge of shame that her best friend had done this to her.
“Thought you had, you obviously needed them”, said Willow as she opened the drawers pulling out Buffy’s work uniform and laying it on the bed as the blonde girl felt herself shrinking with humiliation.
“B-but I’m not some baby”
“You’ve certainly been acting like one, being all petulant, whining and selfish. Besides, I’m sick of having to wash your sheets after you drink too much and can’t control your bladder. If you can’t control yourself then who can?”
“Ok…I..I’m sorry Will I just….I’ve been so…god it’s all..”, Buffy said as her head span and stomach flipped with both flourishing shame and the bittersweet residue of alcohol.
“No time Buff, now go and shower or else you’ll be late and I know you’re on thin ice at work as it is”, said Willow as she hauled the blonde girl to her feet.
Buffy steadied herself as she felt the wide padding between her legs, she wanted to rip it off right there and then but she was too ashamed standing there in just her pyjama top and the thick, slightly off color, diaper. Showing Willow just how wet she had been was one brain warping fact too far this early in the morning so she just waddled along so she could change in the bathroom.
“Come along Buff, spit-spot”, said Willow as she patted Buffy on the moist and well padded behind.
The slayer span round and shot her best friend a look of imminent and decisive violence, but it was too clouded by the wake of alcohol to register on the witch who just whistled as she tidied up the room.
Buffy shut the bathroom door and locked it, she slumped down on the toilet seat making a soft thud as she landed. Her eyes shot open and she pulled away the tapes at the side before slowly pulling the front of her diaper down, she gagged a little seeing the large yellow staining on the white absorbent strips where she had flooded without even realising it.
Buffy pulled it away from her body and could smell the bitter odour float up, but as she wrapped it in a small plastic bag and stuffed in the trash, hoping never to see its like again, she was thankful that she had only peed in them and nothing worse. Now THAT she wouldn’t be able to handle without heavy sedation or a pre-signed suicide note.
Buffy quickly showered hoping to rid herself of that smell, it lingered worse than the stench of vomit in her hair though there was no sign of any regurgitation. Getting dressed she sighed at the prospect of another will sapping shift at the Doublemeat Palace and as the uniform slipped over her body it made her feel even lower. No longer did she greet the day with a smile and a quip, since her mother died she felt so adrift, like there was no-one left on Earth who would hold her like Joyce did. No one to smother her with the unconditional love that only a mother could do.
“Do you want any toast?”, asked Willow as Buffy wandered into the kitchen feeling like death, quite ironic seeing how well acquainted she now was with the afterlife.
“No thanks, just coffee”, she said as Willow handed her a plastic mug with a cartoon panda on it making Buffy frown.
“Sorry, it’s the only clean one we have”, the witch shrugged before going back to her ancient Sumerian tome recently borrowed from Giles’ personal collection in storage at The Magic Box.
Buffy, too tired to argue and too embarrassed to talk, quickly drank the coffee, nodded a quick goodbye and left. As the front door slammed shut Willow put down the book and smiled, picking up the mug and carefully washing it not wanting it’s contents to affect anyone else.
She got to work and took five minutes in the staff toilet to try and stop the alcohol induced shakes that tremored along her hands, she thought it odd as she wasn’t affected by them five minutes ago. Facing the smeared mirror she tried to flex the half assed smile which was as part of the uniform as the stupid hat or uncomfortable pants.
Reaching into her purse for her eye drops Buffy’s eyes snapped open as she saw the Tena pad sitting in amongst her peach lipstick and overdue gas bill. She picked it up and stared open mouthed at it, looking like regular panties but with a padded crotch for any accidents that may occur. Her mother had worn them on occasion once she snaked into the subtle grasp of the menopause.
“What the fuck?”, she mouthed as she screwed it up and shoved into the flip top trash can tat sat by the sink.
Buffy quickly applied a smooth sheen of gloss across her thin lips and made a mental note to admonish Willow for what was undoubtedly a mean spirited joke. After all , it wasn’t her fault she wet herself last night, everyone has accidents when they drink too much, or so she told herself.
One last breath and she was ready to the on-going torment that was her professional life.

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“Double fries, burger, hold the lettuce and a regular diet Sprite”
Buffy just stared at the customer who glared back obviously annoyed at the blonde girl’s awkward demeanour.
“I…er, one second. I’ll be back in a minute”, Buffy said as she quickly darted back towards the staff toilet.
“Buffy, where are you going?”, said her manager as she stood in front of the bathroom door, hands on her hips which look even larger in her gaudy pants. The token metal badges of service making her tie swing heavily, almost hypnotically before the blonde girl who bit her lip.
“I’m just going to….will you excuse me I…I really need to go”
“Again? That’s the fifth time in an hour, what’s wrong with you? If you go home ill again then don’t bother coming back”, the woman snorted as her arms crossed over her not so ample chest.
Buffy felt her face flush as with all the hangovers of late she had called in sick too many times for any die-hard union to help her, and the manager was just waiting for an excuse to fire her and with all Buffy’s monetary troubles, she needed this job no matter how much it disgusted and ate away at her from the inside.
“I…just…one last time I promise, please…..Ma’am”, Buffy asked with helpless eyes.
“Ok, but you’ll have to work through your break to make up for it”, said the manager letting the slayer pass into the bathroom.
Buffy sat down and felt the warm pee flow from her sacred slit, it splashed around the bowl as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She hated her job, she hated her life, she hated…being alive.
But this was worse, she couldn’t go more than five minutes without needing to pee and now her manager was just waiting to punch her timecard one last time, Buffy just wanted to crawl up and cry. To have someone save her from this slice of hell she been cast into through no fault of her own, to have someone hold her and tell her it would be ok. That everything would be ok.
She stepped out the stall and as she washed her hands her glance ricocheted off the mirror, daubed with an illiterate limerick about uneven breasts, and saw the trash bin. Adjusting her hat one last time Buffy felt strangely drawn to the slightly rusted receptacle, taking a breath she opened it and grimaced as she fished through the used paper towels and used feminine hygiene products until she found the Tena pad.
Standing in front of the mirror, rolling her eyes a little as she finally understood the punchline for the limerick, she shook her head and gulped knowing what she had to do to save her job. Dropping her pants to her ankles and pulling her panties off Buffy shuddered as she slipped the incontinence underwear up her glazed thighs until it nuzzled into her untrimmed crotch.
The slayer caught her sobs before they started, she had been through worse but as she pulled her pants back up Buffy realized there were no pockets on her pants so had no choice but to hide her printed cotton panties behind one of the toilets to pick them up later.
“Ready to work now Buffy?”, asked the manager as the blonde exited the bathroom with an odd walk.
“I..er yes Ma’am, ready and willing”, she said with the kind of veiled sarcasm that was essential for survival as a convenience food employee.
Buffy stepped up to the front desk feeling her superior’s eyes burning into her back, she just got on with the trials that stood before her, namely a dozen screaming kids with attention deficiencies. Inside she prayed for the Cruciamentum again as this was an ordeal no sane person should have to face.

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As the hours had ticked by mercilessly slow Buffy could feel her Tena pad slowly grow heavier, thirstily absorbing every wayward droplet of pee that slipped out of her unkempt ravine without her even knowing.
She had been moved out to the floor and was having to wipe down tables and clean trays but her pad grew more cumbersome by the second and she knew it was well past maximum occupancy, but what could she do? Buffy knew that changing back into her panties wasn’t an option as within seconds her pants would show her dribblesome nature and would be the subject of such mockery day in day out from her comrades in consumerism.
She was starting to worry now as an untreated balder infection would cause her to go to the doctors, something she couldn’t afford on her limited budget. It was an infection that’s all, brought on by bad food or something, or so she convinced herself. But still, she was in a state of emergency and as she watched a struggling mother go to the baby changing room she took a deep breath and offered to help.
The young mother thanked her as Buffy helped to hold the door open and pull out her accessories for attending to the whinesome infant on the harsh plastic table. While the woman’s attention was diverted Buffy took one of the spare diapers and hid it down the back of her pants as the teenage mother cleaned her baby and left thanking the blonde girl for her kindness. Buffy blushed as she had sunk to a new low, stealing from a helpless child, but this was an emergency, but still she thanked small mercies as the child was rather on the large size.
Running back into the staff bathroom Buffy pulled off the heavy and drenched Tena pad, throwing it into the slowly filling trash bin. Wrapping the soft diaper around her crotch Buffy juddered as it’s smooth lining pressed into her damp features, but the dryness of this new diaper made her feel slightly better as she really wasn’t enamoured of the feeling she had been forced to endure for the last few hours. But then again, compared to the vile hatred she now felt for this world, it wasn’t that bad.
The diaper was a little more padded than she hoped but prayed that her colleagues wouldn’t notice, even offering to go on garbage duty out the back, a job that they drew lots for as it was the least enviable position available, but Buffy was desperate to avoid contact with anyone else. She emptied the bins handed to her and held her nose at the putrid smell of the leaking trash bags, but being out there she knew she was relatively safer.
Checking her watch she sighed, still several hours to go and with only the one diaper, Buffy prayed for a little self control. It wasn’t that much to ask.

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Buffy was in a panic now. Though her diaper had remained dry for the last few hours of work she was now on her hands and knees in the staff bathroom, ignoring the puddles of badly aimed urine and remnants of burnt tinfoil, as she tried to find her stashed panties…but they were gone.
She checked the trash bin but it was completely empty. Buffy gulped as unless she wanted to create a scene she would have to walk home wearing the diaper. Just when she thought this particular timeshare of hell couldn’t get anymore shameful.
Once she punched out her timecard, though it was the manager she really wanted to punch out, Buffy quickly stepped out on the streets of Sunnydale and made her way home avoiding the cemeteries and anyplace someone might know her.
Once back home Buffy let out a deep sigh of relief as she locked the door behind her, wanting to shut out the whole damn world. To hide in the safety of her house, a house that once had been filled with so much love and laughter, a house that was now more like a designer oubliette as she no longer lived…she merely shuffled from place to place. Dying as she went.
As she walked up the stairs she read the note from Willow saying how she, Tara and Dawn had gone to the movies but in her heart Buffy didn’t care. She felt so alone all the time so it was feeling she was used to, one of despair, one of isolation, one where love no longer came to visit.
Sitting on her bed Buffy weeped as she knew that though this day was hell, made even worse by her suspected infection, it would happen again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. It was an endless cycle of misery that ever since she came back from the afterlife she had with her like a cruel shadow. It was torture and wanted it to end.
She pulled off her work uniform and grimaced at the smell of grease and spilt sauces, but once it was in the hamper she looked at herself in the mirror. The diaper was still white and loose, it had even grown comfortable after a while but Buffy just snorted at her thoughts before pulling it off and smiling, happy that it was dry, putting her earlier accidents down to a medical condition, and thanked her slayer healing. For now she was free she could go out and get her fix of violence or vodka, either way, she was past caring as she felt no one truly cared about her. Not in the way her mother did.
An hour had passed and not so much as a whisper of a demon had crossed her path, a path that, without thinking, had lead her straight back to Willy’s. Sitting down on her favourite stool Buffy nodded to the barman who set down a chipped shotglass and the bottle next to the scowling blonde.
Willy knew what was about to happen and he waited for the inevitable torrent of tears, abuse and late night pleadings of a redheaded witch who, with the help of a friend, would carry the slayer out of there. As he watched Buffy down the first shot he shivered as he felt a familiar presence.

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Buffy's eyes flittered open as she woke to the delicate jingling of a nursery rhyme she almost recognized but couldn't quite put her finger on. Blinking away her fatigue, the expected vicious hangover strangely absent, she looked up to see a mobile hanging above her playing it's soft tune repeatedly, swinging to and fro with a hypnotic movement. Confusion overtook her as she eyed the child's toy hanging above her.
She glanced down. That's when Buffy saw the bars of her wooden prison. Her eyes almost popped out when she realized that she was in an oversized baby's crib.
She tried to move but couldn't. The blonde woman pulled again but glancing down she could see that her wrists and ankles were tied to the sides of her bed by strong pink ribbons and she was surrounded by plush cuddly toys.
"Mmmppphhh", she cried out but her sounds were muffled by the wide bore pacifier that was in her mouth, tied round the back of her head with yet more pink ribbon. She tried to push it out but it was safely lodged in her mouth reaching far back past the ends of her gums nearly tickling the back of her throat. It's inflatable bulb silenced her more effectively than any gag.
Instinctively she began to suck on it's rubber teat as she arched her neck to every degree she could trying to identify her surroundings. Her fear was starting to scratch away at her now, her slayer strength had gone, muted by someone or something unknown and without it, she was helpless.
She gagged a little and her eyes slammed open as she looked down at the rest of her body. Wriggling on the pink rubber sheet that covered the mattress Buffy let out a muffled squeal of panic as she saw she was almost naked except for the wide and fluffy diaper covering her groin.
Buffy knew she had been so drunk in the past that she had awoken with a killer hangover and found she had peed herself in the night, it happened only last week much to the chagrin of Willow, but this was something different, waking up yesterday in a diaper under her pj’s was bad enough, but this? She could feel the cold damp covering her ass and pussy that only seeped in further the more she struggled against her girly restraints. She couldn't figure out what the hell was going on, just where she was, why she was tied up like this and just what was going on. She had passed out in Willy’s many times of late but she always woke in her bed after, she supposed, Willow had put her pyjamas on her. But why was she now trapped behind thin white wooden bars?
Her smooth legs swept down from her well-padded crotch and her feet were covered in a pair of sweetly sick pink socks with a lacy hem, the kind that only a pre-schooler would have the courage to wear. Panic was swept to one side as fear began to set in as she writhed about in her wooden cell and screamed into her pacifier.
She managed to crane her neck around to see a small round mirror attached to the bars of her crib. Buffy sucked her rubber intruder even harder when she saw that her hair had been put into pigtails, her cheeks painted a deep rouge, her eyelids smeared a bright blue and her lashes laced with mascara giving her an almost doll-like quality.
She was a twenty something year old woman dressed like a toddler and was rolling around in a sopping diaper.
'What the fuck is going on?', she thought as the first of her tears made it's way down her smudge-proof-make-up coated cheek.
Buffy squirmed and sobbed into her gag she heard the door open and the stifled clack of heels on the thick pink carpet.
Willow entered the room and peered over at the wriggling, flushed faced little girl in the crib. She smiled sweetly as she took in her new girl's face that was prettily made up as, which was topped off with bright red glossy lipstick that was smearing around the rubber gag.
Willow stood there, her svelte form highlighted by the morning sun flooding in through the half closed blinds behind her, wearing a tight white blouse. Her red mane was tied back in a high ponytail and, once combined with her height, accentuated by her five inch heels, she was the epitome of strength and desire. She knew she was in total control and smiled even wider when she saw Buffy gulp deeply making her oversized pacifier bob up and down against those soft gooey lips.
Buffy's blush grew even stronger as Willow just stood there admiring the sweet 'girl' who was completely at her mercy. She stroked the blonde girls made up face delicately and brushed off the tears that slowly ran down her face.
The gorgeous redhead took a scented tissue and wiped Buffy's chin where her drool was starting to collect and couldn't help but smile even wider at how cute and helpless the blonde woman was at this moment
"Rise and shine sweetie. I see you're already excited to begin your first day as my new baby girl", the witch sing-songed in a nauseatingly rich tone.
"Mmmmpphh!?", replied Buffy, growing more confused and upset over her predicament.
Buffy's fear grew ever deeper as she resumed her struggle but could do nothing but simply drool on her pacifier and squirm around in her own stale urine in her new baby's crib. Nothing but a simpering and pampered baby girl.
The once respected slayer caught the gaze of the beautiful and domineering woman and, once lost in those delectable eyes, felt the fight slowly seep from her body as she resigned herself to being under this woman's control....for now anyway.
"Don't fight Buffy-poos", Willow said as she leant forward a little more and gave her new girl a small sniff, "Oh dear, I think someone's gone tinkle in her diapees"
Buffy gagged one more on her gag as she had never been mortified in her life pulling harder on the ribbons restraining her but nothing was going to shift them. But she was at the mercy of her best friend.
"Now, don't be a naughty girl or Mommy will have to punish you", warned Willow as she unscrewed the end of Buffy's pacifier gag and screwed on a large baby's bottle that immediately filled the bulbous rubber end that swelled in the young woman's mouth.
Willow stroked Buffy's pretty face softly as the first of the warm formula started it's on-going drip-drip-drip straight down the back of her throat.
"You'll get to used to your drinky-winky. It’s a special mixture I have made, a little bit of magic and soon you’ll be very docile and very open to suggestion. Extra potent when it’s warmed”, cooed Willow as she stroked Buffy's cheek lovingly with her fingertips.
Buffy tried to fight the rubber teat, to force her throat shut but soon she could feel a relaxing warmth spread throughout her body. There was something comforting about it.
“There, there, pumpkin, I know how sad you’ve been recently, how much you miss your Mommy. Let me tell you a little secret, I can’t have children anymore, it’s the price one must pay for using magic to such an extent. So I decided to make us both happy….so I’m your new Mommy now, Buffy. Just relax and do as I say, I’ll make it better….Mommy will make it all better”.
As the tepid drink made it's way into Buffy she could feel all her fear and resentment fade away as she could feel something new arising in her. Complacency was blitzkrieging through her as Willow removed the bottle and simply smiled as she could see it's numbing effect take it's toll upon her new baby.
Willow had untied her wrists and ankles and Buffy knew she should be fighting back. Hitting and threatening as all her years of slaying had taught her but, as the drugs wore her down to her very soul, she was slowly falling under the redhead's medicated spell and so merely lay back on her rubber sheet quietly.
"You love your Mommy don't you honey? Mommy loves you too. Be a good little girl for Mommy and everything will be ok", Willow said in a soothing tone as Buffy simply nodded back with a strangely easy acceptance.
"But only a naughty wittle girly would act like you’ve been acting. I’m sure you want to say you’re sorry but I know what you’re like, you can say it and act all contrite but I think you need to know what happens if you don’t behave", Willow said with a much sterner edge to her voice as she looked down on Buffy with her hands on her hips.
"Mmmpphhh", Buffy tried to reply as this powerful girl, whom, despite her fear and humiliation, was quickly falling in love with in a different way to her usual friendship, took the strict matriarch role to the next level and patted the damp front of Buffy's slightly yellowing diaper.
"Shush, now Mommy will have to show you what happens to naughty baby girls doesn't she", Willow said as she lowered one side of the crib and pulled Buffy to her feet.
As she lead the blonde woman across the plush new carpet, Buffy could feel the sloshing of her pee down below shift with each waddling step. Willow sat down on a chair and quickly yanked her new girl down across her lap. Buffy didn't even attempt to fight her off, her limbs felt weak and heavy but, more than that, she could feel her compliant side creeping into every action and thought she was having.
"Mommy has to show what happens when Buffy doesn’t act like the perfect ickle baby girl", Willow teased as she ran a firm palm over Buffy's rear.
Buffy gagged again as she felt the sogginess smear all over her ass and she shuddered at the sensations that were erupting in her. Not hate, nor anger, but shame at disappointing her new 'Mommy' and was ready to accept her punishment. Her notorious stubborn streak had been erased, she searched for it deep within her mind and heart but under this strict but loving touch, she felt nothing but compliance.
Willow leant down and giggled as she rubbed the cool dampness in further, firm round strokes of her palm across the well-padded rear of her new little girl. Buffy gagged as she felt so silly, so small and helpless but with her best friend on some kind of power kick, the blonde girl just lay there facing the floor.
Her eyes widened and her shame hit harder as she felt Willow pulled the side fastening from Buffy’s sodden diaper and gave her sweet peaches a fine cleaning, wiping her pee away with pre-moistened tissues making Buffy wriggle with the feeling of her best friend treating her so childishly. But the slayer was already deep under the pacifying effect of the drugs in her system.
That’s when the spanks started to fire down.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Buffy had never felt anything like it, firmer and more painful than any vampire punch or demon claw, like sharp edged wire lashing into her soft buttocks, tarnishing the creamy mounds with a deepening crimson hue.
As each hard swat came down Willow’s soothing voice sailed along on Buffy’s strangled senses.
“Now good wittle girls do what Mommy says when Mommy says it, otherwise you get spankies, unless of course my darling lil’ Buffy-kins likes it?”
Buffy was sobbing now, tears burning down her face as she kicked her wobbly legs in the air only making Willow spank her harder, through her blurry vision Buffy could only see the deep pile carpet that now furnished her room and the small wet patch where her tears were collecting.
“Oh stop sobbing you naughty little girl, this is for your own good”, snapped Willow as she thrust the wide pacifier back into Buffy’s drooling mouth to silence her whining.
The spanking continued, even harsher than before. Willow's palm bounced off her baby's jiggling buttocks over and over as Buffy sucked on the rubber lodged between her teeth.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"In my house bad wittle girls get their botties spanked by Mommy"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Buffy bit into her rubber gag as the blows continued to strike. She had never felt anything this painful before only intensified by the humiliation that coursed throughout her body. She was a respected and trusted demon slayer, but she was over her best friend’s lap being spanked vigorously for wetting her diapers. And she didn't even remember doing it.
"Your tushy is mine now, and if I want to spank you....I will", said Willow with an intoxicating strength, one that Buffy had never known before.
Almost being able to sense the distress radiating from her new baby, Willow carried on spanking the blonde into a state of utter submission.
"Before you even think about being naughty it's only fair to tell you that I expect complete obedience from my ickle baby. I'll have you know that each failure to behave as the exact epitome of a simpering baby girl will be dealt with swiftly with you over my knee, whether we’re out in public or not. I may forgive the occasional tantrum here and there, if it's cute and babyish enough, but nothing more. And I have a babysitter lined up for you too, though she may not like it she will do it, or else”, Willow said as she uttered a little spell to repel the increasing numb sensation in her hand.
Meanwhile Buffy could barely concentrate on what her new mommy was saying. The spanks rained down over her already red bottom, and the pain was just too great as she choked on her shame.
Just as Buffy thought she may burst a blood vessel or pass out from the pain the spanking suddenly ceased.
In an instant Buffy was hauled back to her feet as she sniffled heavily, the tears rapidly drying on her blushing cheeks as Willow removed the pacifier. Before Buffy could even utter something resembling a word, the redhead twisted her ear harshly and lead her over to the wall now decorated with a dancing teddy bear motif.
“Now what do we say poppet?”, said Willow with a playful, yet menacing, tone.
“Th-thankyou?”, stammered out Buffy as she sniffed heavily feeling the cool air rush round and dance along her tender ass.
“Thankyou…Mommy”, Willow corrected wagging a stern finger in the face of the blubbering blonde.
Buffy hesitated a moment before gulping deeply.
“Thankyou Mommy”, she said back shyly with the hint of a pout.
“Good girl”, the witch said patting her on the head like an obedient infant, “Now you stay here and face the wall while I get your bath ready, if you dare turn away from the wall then I will have no choice but to spank you even harder. Do you understand me baby Buffy?”
“Yes Mommy”, she replied meekly.
Taking the wet diaper Willow went to the bathroom, whistling merrily as Buffy heard the water start to fill the tub. The blonde girl just whimpered as she ran her hand over the burning mass of skin, without her slayer strength Willow could easily overpower her and she couldn’t possibly take another spanking. But where could she escape to? With Willow’s magic she could easily find her and any further punishment would certainly break the young woman.
But something was latched onto her heart, a deep stirring in her moist core, she blushed further as she was feeling somewhat turned on by all of this. For years Buffy had been the one with the power, the one in control but now she was so helpless and dominated, she couldn’t deny it felt kind of comforting to her.
“Time out’s over sweetheart, come here”, Willow’s voice rang out making Buffy jump, without thinking she simply followed her best friend’s voice into the bathroom.
Buffy shuffled along from her bedroom, it’s gaudy pink colouring only now registering in her brain, with her mind still reeling from everything that had happened she barely paid attention to the white furniture and stuffed toys now filling her room.
Stepping into the bathroom Buffy gasped as she saw a bath full of hot soapy water, bubbles threatening to spill over, but the very wet diaper sat on the side. She blushed again seeing it, not actually believing she had used it like a real baby….and got a firm spanking for it.
“Come along now Buffy-kins, we don’t want Mommy to get all wet now do we”, said Willow motioning to her firm body which was only clad in white PVC bra and panties, “Now come along girl, get in the tub”
Fearing another spanking Buffy stepped forward until she stood next to her new Mommy, the one-time slayer’s arms were so weak she could barely lift them. Even more severe than the muscle relaxant used on her for the Cruciamentum.
But what really worried her was how excited she was getting by all of this, without thinking she raised a limp hand to her dripping sex but Willow, with lightning reactions, slapped it away.
“No Buffy, you naughty baby. Good girls don’t do that sort of thing, do they?”
“No Mommy”, said Buffy melting under each second that passed, falling further under Willow’s power.
“That’s right, no more naughty rubbing of yourself. Mommy knows best and unless you want to end up back over my lap you will NOT touch yourself down there”
The redhead smiled seeing how fast her baby was catching on, maybe this was going to be easier than she thought.
Willow picked up the used diaper and opened it up in front of Buffy’s face who reeled with shame as the sight of the wide yellow stain. The witch screwed up her face and tapped her little girl on her cute button nose.
“Ooh, icky wicky. Such a pissy girl you are Buffy, you should be ashamed of yourself”, Willow continued to chide like she was a two year old.
Buffy just felt herself shrink as, next to this tower of PVC wrapped strength, she felt miniscule. She wanted to protest, to say how it wasn’t her fault and couldn’t even remember doing it but she feared another spanking. Even a cool breeze caressing her bottom was more than she could stand at the moment.
Willow carried on waving it in front of Buffy’s face, showing her what a filthy little girl she was.
“See what a baby you really are Buffy?”
Buffy just blushed as she limply nodded her head making the pigtails flounce about gently.
Without a word Willow lifted the blonde girl with ease, the magic making Buffy incredibly light, and put her in the warm bubbly water making the slayer hiss as it lapped against her bottom. Despite the wet diaper, the condescending tone of Willow, even the shame of her nakedness, she felt something she never felt with anyone she was ever close to. It confused the slayer but deep down the disgust she thought she would feel at being treated like this was absent, just a warm glow, like a fire had been rekindled with her.
Here she was, a college aged girl made to sit in a bubble bath and play with a rubber duckie, being washed by Willow all over, even scrubbing her teeth for her with a small pink toothbrush, but she felt so at ease.
All the responsibilities that had been thrust upon Buffy with her calling faded, all the trials she had faced through no choice of her own suddenly meant nothing. She loved Willow as a friend but being so mollycoddled, being so safe and secure, she felt that even though the loss of her mother had nearly destroyed her, she felt she could love again. She could love another Mommy, and that Mommy was Willow.
As she was being washed Buffy felt her hand being raised towards her face, her fingers closed up and her wet thumb being slid into her mouth.
“Now my little poppet wants to suck her tumbie don’t you? Yes Buffy, suck your thumb for Mommy”, said Willow slowly as she watched amused while the slayer wrapped her lips around it and suckled with a noisy squelch.
Buffy’s resistance was rendered dormant, but even if was reviving, something about it felt so…right. She sucked on her thumb happily as she felt the witch wash her all over.
Buffy moaned in pleasure as the witch scrubbed between her legs, the soft soapy sponge teasing her leaking slit as it slowly moved up and down.
“That’s a good girl”, cooed Willow gently, “You’re my baby girl now aren’t you Buffy”
Overcome by the sensations the blonde just dumbly nodded.
“Yes, you’re my ickle wickle baby now aren’t you honey, just relax and let Mommy take care of you”
The sponge felt heavenly against her skin, as if all the pressures and worries of her life were being drained from her and ran off into the water. As the bubbles tingled against her new baby’s skin, Willow just smiled as the spell was working so well, so quickly.
Buffy was still in her own little world as Willow helped her to her knees and turned her around so the redhead could wash her butt properly.
“Mmmph”, Buffy moaned with pleasure, it felt so good against her aching bottom, it stripped the pain away from her and with it, any last flickers of resistance.
“Tut-tut, what a mess my little baby has made”, Willow whispered in her ear, “We have to clean my dirty little Buffy wuffy all over”
She teased the sponge against Buffy’s puckering hole, the blonde gasping at it’s soothing presence.
“Open up pumpkin”, the redhead hissed delicately, “Mommy won’t hurt you, no-one will ever hurt you again poppet, just open up your botty hole for Mommy, there we go. Good girl”
Buffy moaned again as Willow slowly inserted a finger into her softening hole, the well-manicured finger riding and pushing deep into her cavity as Buffy’s walls caressed the slender intruder.
“You love being my little girl don’t you…you love your new Mommy, don’t you Buffy-kins”
Buffy was floundering with each of Willow’s bitter sweet words that she just closed her eyes and juddered, the thumb in her mouth pressing down on her tongue as she nodded sliding under the redheads power.
Willow slid her finger back out and rinsed off her meek little girl before lifting her free from the bubbles, wrapping a thick fluffy towel around her.
She lifted Buffy’s now-featherweight frame and carried her back into Buffy’s room which now resembled a nursery. As she carried the girl Willow tenderly patted her back and jiggled her up and down whispering words of love into her girl’s freshly cleaned ear.
Removing the towel she lay Buffy down on a large changing mat, the cool rubber pressing into the soft skin of the slayer.
“Now lie still Buffy and don’t you go potty or else Mommy will be cross, you wouldn’t want to make Mommy cross would you? No, of course not. Now suck your thumb for Mommy”
Buffy shook her head no and just lay silent on the changing mat as Willow pushed the slayer’s legs apart and made swift work of shaving the small tufts of curly brown hair on the girls crotch. As Buffy sucked loudly on her thumb Willow rubbed the smooth pussy of her new girl which made the naked slayer wiggle in pleasure before the witch laid a simple tender kiss on the shaved mound.
Buffy writhed on the mat as the redhead tickled her slit, the desperate urge swelling within the heated crevice.
“Good girl, shh-shh, now let’s get you back into a nice comfy diapee shall we? Yes we shall, so just be good girl and lie still”, Willow said casually as she lifted up Buffy’s legs and sprinkled baby powder all over her smooth crotch.
Buffy just lay there, sucking her thumb and her eyes darting round the room taking in all the new toys, but once her eyes locked on Mr Gordo she grunted a little.
“What is it pumpkin?”, asked Willow as she followed the line of her little girl’s gaze, “Oh do you want Mr Gordo?”
Buffy just nodded and gurgled a little as the redhead brought it down and nuzzled it into Buffy’s neck making her giggle.
“Now what do you say baby?”
“Thankyou Mommy”, replied Buffy around her saliva coated digit.
“Good girl”
Willow held both of Buffy’s ankles high with one hand as the other rubbed the sweet smelling powder into her groin. The smell of the powder and creams being spread over Buffy’s nether regions just made her feel even more babyish, but all this attention was something the blonde always craved and now she was being smothered in it. Taken into a life where bloodshed would be replaced by binkies, no more demons only diapers.
And she had never felt so at ease.
She lay there as Willow tickled her lightly before bringing up the thick diaper between Buffy’s legs and pinned it at the sides, making sure it was nice and snug as her little girl would be in them for some time. Willow smiled as she slid a pair of pink plastic lined panties up her baby’s legs until they sat snugly around her tummy. The witch fluffed out the rows of white lace and ribbons on the pink satin covering Buffy’s bottom, giggling as each movement from the slayer, no matter how slight, let out a loud crinkling from the plastic lining, a sound that echoed all around the room.
Willow sat down on a chair over the other side of the room and patted her lap.
“Come on sweetie, come to Mommy”, she cooed as Buffy rolled over and, without even thinking, crawled on her hands and knees over to the redhead.
Lifting Buffy onto her knee, Willow slipped a clean white bib around her neck upon which the words ‘I Love My Mommy’ were embroidered in pink.
“Here baby, now be a good girl for Mommy and drink all your ba-ba”, said the woman as she pressed the rubber teat of a bottle filled with warm milk, and magical ingredients, to Buffy’s lips that took it with a smile. It drained away quickly as Buffy swung her legs without thinking, quietly sucking away as her new Mommy fed her.
Putting a towel over her shoulder Willow rubbed Buffy’s back until she let out a loud burp, all the time saying soft words of warmth and love making the blonde snuggle up closer to her Mommy.
Willow wiped Buffy’s face with the bib and took it off before sitting her on the floor in amongst her soft toys and building blocks.
The witch stood up and opened the closet, the sight of which made Buffy’s eyes sparkle as they widened. Dozens of frilly party dresses, romper suits, flowery tops and more, the outfits spilled from the closet in an avalanche of lace and satin. The floor covered with glossy looking Mary Jane’s, some in the traditional black and some in other softer pastels to match her other dresses.
Buffy almost choked on the thumb that had somehow managed to sneak back into her mouth, she had occasionally worn slightly childish t-shirts with a cartoon animal or something on them but seeing all this taffeta, ribbons, bows and pinafores she felt an unusual excitement. Something that no amount of slaying could replace, though Willow’s magic had worked it’s way into Buffy’s psyche, the very design of the spell had made it so that resistance or repulsion would break the spell. The blonde’s easy slide into this world was something she needed although she had never been aware of it.
“Does Buffy-kins like what she sees? Mommy only has the very best dresses and things for her special little princess”, chirped Willow as Buffy just sat there in shock.
She admitted she was a very girly-girl but upon seeing this mountain of pretty dresses she wept a little as no more would she be treated as anything less than a doted upon baby.
Safe.
Loved.
Always.
“Come along Buffy, let’s get that lil’ tummy of yours filled with some yummy scrumminess”, said Willow while patting her lap and smiling.
Buffy’s face reddened slightly as she crawled over to her Mommy unsure of what she was expected to do.
“Awww, is my shweetie all shy?”, Willow giggled as she swept up Buffy in her loving arms and put her on her lap once again as her plastic panties crackled out.
Willow put a gentle finger under Buffy’s sweet face and smiled into the wet hazel eyes.
“Do you love Mommy?”, she asked.
Buffy just nodded as she blushed a little more, it was so easy for her to accept this, to accept such a loving woman into her life filling a void that had killing her slowly for years.
Willow slipped off her bra letting her voluminous mounds spring out making Buffy’s eyes bulge as she shifted a little uncomfortably in her thick diapers.
“Shhh-shhh”, said Willow trying to calm her little princess down by rubbing her back and moving Buffy down so her face was close to her right breast.
“Come on now poppet, take it for Mommy…make Mommy happy”, cooed Willow as a tiny droplet of milk formed on her rigid fleshy teat which brushed across Buffy’s narrow lips.
Suddenly Buffy closed her lips around it and sucked, the creamy liquid sliding down her throat with ease. It warmed her tummy making her swoon as she relaxed into something she could quickly get used to. The milk gurgling in her mouth as Willow rubbed her back and rocked Buffy in her arms, each drip bringing Buffy closer and closer to being Willow’s baby from now on.
“There now, isn’t that better?”, giggled Willow as she pulled her breast from Buffy’s willing mouth which made her new baby whine.
“Now sit there Buffy-kins and play nicely with your toys, you are such a pretty little baby and you know what happens when you don’t act like the perfect ickle girlie, don’t you?”, asked Willow as Buffy just nodded, the burning of her bottom now faded but still fresh in her magic addled mind.
The witch popped the pacifier back into Buffy’s mouth and patted her head on the way out.
Buffy sat in her thick diapers, the soft feeling around her was something she never imagined would feel so good but now her eyes had been opened she could feel nothing but love surrounding her. Her room was like a Barbie accessory, dancing teddy bears lining the walls, her oversized crib less intimidating than she first felt, it seemed each second she allowed herself to be put in diapers the less she wanted to leave.
Buffy knew something was wrong, something inside her was telling her this this was not the way she should be but with her usual arrogance now absentthe slayer could do nothing but just enjoy the serenity Willow was gifting her with.
“You are my good wittle Buffy now aren’t you? Yes you are shnookums, I can see how happy you are playing in your Nursery”, said Willow as she came back in wearing a tight pencil skirt and a loose fitted blouse, champagne in color and luxurious to the touch.
Buffy sat on the floor playing with her toys, happily sucking on a pacifier as Willow sat on the stool casually flicking through a spell book. It was a scene of perfect harmony, a tranquillity that Buffy had never hoped possible but for what price? To be this happy, Buffy would pay any price.
“You are my good wittle Buffy aren’t you?”, asked Willow as she pinched her new baby’s cheek, kneeling down by her.
Buffy nodded as she sucked on her pacifier, the addictive coating Willow had added was working into the slayers system and the redhead knew that soon Buffy would be the sweetest little girl or else she would get no binkie, just spankies.
“Baby Buffy, do you need to go tinkle?”
The blonde just shook her head as she squeezed Mr Gordo in her soft hands.
“I think you do Buffy, come along sweetie. Go tinkle for Mommy”, the witch said leadingly as Buffy just shook her head again.
But as she pushed her rattling blocks around Buffy could feel a sudden warm flow caressing her intimate areas, a soft flood of urine soaking into the thick diapers which, to her surprise, didn’t repulse her. She wiggled on her padded tushy feeling the stream of tepid water slowly filling her diaper, this is what her Mommy wanted wasn’t it? To be her baby?
As Buffy slowly looked up to her new Mommy she wanted to tell her she was wet and needed changing, but something within her seemed to stir, not a grunt or a punch, but the blonde just felt her lower lip wobble and started crying holding her arms out to her Mommy.
“Awww, there, there sugarplum”, Willow said as she took the bawling toddler in her arms and rocked her back and forth as she patted Buffy’s bottom.
The witch smiled as she could feel the heat of Buffy’s pee through the heavy crinkling of her plastic panties. The slayers whining slowed as her crotch warmed even more, not really believing that she had so little control over herself anymore, that a few words from Willow could unleash such a torrent from down below.
“Buffy-kins, would you like Mommy to change you?”
The blonde just nodded as she rubbed her reddening eyes but Willow just gave her thigh a quick slap.
“No no, honey bunch. When you talk to Mommy you have to use your sweetest lisp, and talk in an appropriate manner, understand me baby?”
“M-Mommy, mes gone wee-weeth. Mes need changing”, said the mewling Buffy with a ferocious blush showing that even though Willow’s medicated state had brought out the compliant side, the part of her that was still the adult Buffy was still there, and yet was not struggling to break free.
“Good girl”, said Willow as she lay her snivelling baby back down and quickly changed her, her eyes widening at just how soaked Buffy had become so quickly.
Humming a sweet lullaby as she went, Willow took the precaution of adding a disposable liner before pinning the smaller woman into fresh diapers and pink plastic panties with poppers at the side for easier changing. Something she should’ve remembered from her earlier tries in recent weeks.
“Ok pumpkin, let’s get you dressed. My little baby will only wear the prettiest dresses over her diapees, now enjoy it as I know Buffy not only wants to but needs to”
After flicking through all the hangers in the closet Willow saw the dress she wanted and pulled it out. A vibrant pink satin number with short sleeves that puffed out wildly trimmed with frothy lace. Buffy’s eyes shot open as she saw it but before she could mumble anything she felt the first of three lacy petticoats slip over her before the dress slid over her slim body. As Willow tied the wide bow sash around her baby girls waist it made the skirt stick out even more, a mass of lace which was short enough to show at least two inches of her diapers that, without even realising, Buffy was starting to leak into.
Willow played with the pretty white satin bows that lined the front and tickled her new baby under the chin who squirmed and giggled under the loving touch.
Once finished with dressing her little girl Willow squealed as she took in how adorable Buffy was and scooped her up into her arms.
She carried Buffy out the room and down the stairs, the layer upon layer of frothy lace bouncing around as Buffy wrapped her legs around her Mommy hooking her feet in their lacy hemmed satin booties behind her butt.

Putting the slayer down on a plastic mat, Willow sat on the sofa and just watched on amused as Buffy was taking to this much quicker and easier than the witch had hoped for. The blonde girl just gurgled round her pacifier as she danced her teddies along the floor as her diapers slowly filled with the constant seeping Buffy was unable to halt, but strangely she felt at ease about it.
“Is she here? Is she ready?”, came the excited voice of Dawn as she burst through the door holding Tara’s hand, startling the drooling Buffy who blushed heavily upon seeing her younger sister.
“In here Dawnie”, the witch replied.
Buffy could feel her heart pounding and the wetness in her diapers grow as shallow tears brimmed her hazel eyes.
“Oooh, she is just sooo cute. Can I play with her, pleeeease Mama”, Dawn squealed in a high pitch which made Tara laugh.
“Did you hold Mama’s hand all the way home?”, asked Willow.
“Yes Mommy, I was a good girl”, said Dawn as she stared at the pink lacey creation wrapped around her sister.
“Then yes Dawnie, you can”, replied the redhead as Tara came over to her and gave her a hot wet kiss.
Buffy shrunk back a bit making her diapers crackle under her bottom, her lip wobbling as the pacifier slipped from her mouth. Dawn bent down and picked it up while stroking her sisters face.
“Here we go Buffy”, the younger woman said as she slipped the binkie back into Buffy’s mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world, soothing the slayer as she sobbed a little.
“How was school Dawnie?”,asked Willow as she came down behind Buffy and just rubbed her shoulders calming her new girl.
“It was fine, but I couldn’t wait to get home. I knew you could do it, thankyou sooo much, Mommy”, Dawn said as she hugged the redhead.
“No problems, it was fun and as you know, it was necessary. Now I think it’s time for din-dins”, the witch said as she went to get up.
“It’s ok, I’ll get it. They must both be hungry by now”, said Tara as she walked into the kitchen.
“Don’t fight it Buffy, it’s all for your own good. When you and Mom left me I was all alone and went totally off the rails, but Willow and Tara saved me, just like they’re going to save you. I started off like you are now, but if I’m a good girl I get to wear big girl’s panties to school. See”, said Dawn as she slipped down her skirt to show pretty white satin panties with thick lace around the hems on her legs and three pink bows along the front.
“Dawnie, I think your sister would be more comfortable if you were both in diapers like real sister’s should be”, said Willow with a warm tone as she looked at her new family.
“Yes Mommy”, the dizzy girl said with glee as she stripped off and lay down on the rubber changing mat next to the other diapered girl, “See Buffy, we’ll always be sisters, I’m the older sister now though and we so need a Mommy. And now we have a Mommy AND a Mama, and I love my Mommy”
“I love you too Dawnie”, said Willow as she slid Dawn’s panties off and pulled out the disposable diaper that she was now allowed to wear, ”And I love you Buffy”
“I wove you too…Mommy”, said the blonde girl who, even though she was regaining some of her composure, was now seeing what Willow was trying to do. Protect her from a cruel world that Buffy no longer wanted to be a part of.
Buffy just smiled, there was no pain here, no violence, just love and understanding. Acceptance and happiness, no-one would hurt the slayer anymore for she finally had the family she always needed.
“Don’t worry about slaying anymore muffin, Faith’s taking care of it now, she’s been back a little while. Why do you think you’ve had so few vampires to slay of late?”, said Willow as Buffy suddenly stiffened in shock. It was a startling flash to her, like when you change a lightbulb to find it’s already switched on.
“I know, I know, at first I was totally opposed to it, damn opposed, but this town needs a slayer and now my lil’ Buffy-kins is all cosy and cute we can’t have you going out fighting anymore, I won’t hear of it. The Buffy-bot was pretty useless and since you’ve been back, well I can tell how much it hurt you being here again so I…we decided to do something about it”
Tara came back in with two large high chairs, courtesy of Xander’s carpentry skills, and placed them in the middle of the room as she searched for the bibs. Willow spread the powder over Dawn’s bare mound and slid a thick diaper into place as the teen sucked happily on her thumb.
“That’s right, but once we visited her in her dreams we got to finally see the real Faith as in your dreams there are no secrets and you cannot lie. When we saw what he….they...did to her, she was so young, how anyone could do that just sickens me, I’m not saying it excuses what she did but it certainly became obvious why she became the person she did. But....well long story short, she needs to find redemption and wanted to make it up to you, we told her the best way to do that is to free you from the world of slaying, the world you hate. But don’t worry, I’ve taken some preventative steps to keep her on the straight and narrow, let’s just say you’re not the first slayer I’ve had over my knee and put into diapers”, Willow smiled as she pinned the sides of the diaper onto Dawn who just smiled up lovingly.
“But now she’s living with Xander and Anya she is really toeing the line, I think I made my point about what will happen if she doesn’t. Xander wasn’t too happy about it, saying how he didn’t want a killer under his roof but then Anya pointed out that she herself had tortured and killed thousands of men over the years and no-one had ever said a word about it. Well, even longer story shorter, Anya and Faith are now like BFF’s or something. She really is serious about this redemption thing, Buffy you don’t need redeeming as you’ve done so much good, you need saving…from yourself”
Willow slipped the clear plastic panties up Dawn’s legs until they snapped into place around her tummy, she sat up and kissed her Mommy on the cheek as the redhead slid a pacifier into her mouth and smiled as the teen crawled over to her sister and just stroked her blushing cheeks sweetly.
“Buffy, everything’s ok now, Mommy and Mama are here to take care of us and we will never be alone again, they will love and protect us always. Why do you think we’ve been so….distant lately? We had to hide all this from you as we didn’t want to freak you out but with all the drinking and crying you’ve been doing, we realised it was time to bring you into the family. Your REAL family”, said Dawn as she toyed with her binkie.
“Just relax and you’ll soon get used to it, like last night when Mommy and Mama took me to the movies they bought me a huge soda and by the end of it I was so wet. But when we got back and after they spanked me for not telling them I needed to go potty, they put me in my diapers and let me drink from Mama’s milk. It was so nice and I just felt so…..well, everytime it happens I just love them more and more”
Dawn smiled and wiped the tear from Buffy’s eye. It wasn’t a tear of shame or humiliation but one of happiness as she had never felt so loved and so safe.

“Mommy”, said Buffy as she felt the last drips of her warm flood spilling into the thick diaper “I…I think mes wet Mommy”
“Well I’ll have to change you after din-dins sweetheart as I want you to get used to that feeling as it’s something you’ll be getting to know very well. And I think Mama should change you this time, after she feeds you”, said Willow as her eyes glistened with joy as she looked up her girlfriend.
Tara leaned down and tickled Buffy making her giggle and kick her little bootied feet before her new Mama picked her up with ease, gulping into her pacifier Buffy was placed on a soft lap as the gentle hippie sat on the sofa. Tara quickly unbuttoned her blouse and let her glorious breasts emerge into the face of her new baby.
“There, there, honey. Take Mama’s milk….come on…there we go”, Tara said as Buffy’s slim lips wrapped themselves around the rigid but sweetened teat.
“You are such a good girl Buffy-kins and Mommy and I love you so much, and you know good girls use their diaper. Come on darling, just relax and go potty”
As she suckled Buffy could feel herself sinking into the routine, tasting the warm milk sloshing around in her mouth but, within minutes, she was fighting to keep her eyes open. Tara sung low but sweetly to Buffy as she stroked the stray hairs from her prettily made up face and kissed Buffy on the forehead.
“Don’t fight it Buffy, just go beddy byes”, cooed Tara as her nipple slipped from Buffy’s mouth, the slayer finally drifting off as Willow slipped a pacifier in the soft mouth. Instinctively sucking on it she snuggled in closer to Tara’s warm body.
“Aww, she really is the cutest thing, at Xander’s wedding we’re going to have the sweetest little flower girl”, said the redhead gently.
“Ahem”, Dawn coughed around her binkie as she pouted.
“Oh, I mean sweetest flower girls”, Willow grinned as she picked up her other baby and placed her on her lap so the two sisters were next to each other on the laps of their new mothers.
“Do you really think Anya is going to get Faith into a bridesmaids dress?”, asked Anya as she rocked Buffy in her arms.
“Of course, we need someone to take care of our little babies don’t we. After all, Faith said she was here to help and helping Buffy stay clean and dry, making sure her pretty dress doesn’t get ready, well THAT’S how she will help come wedding day. We’ll get her to babysit before then so she can used to changing them”
“Do you think she’s ready?”, asked Tara as she lifted the lightweight dozing form of Buffy into her arm ready to put her to bed.
“I wouldn’t leave my babies in the care of someone I didn’t trust, and Faith has saved my butt more than once since she’s been back so…clean slate I guess. Besides, if she ever fu…er”, Willow paused as she tried not to swear around the wee ones, “If she ever messes up again, well I have plenty of diapers for a third little girl, and didn’t you say you always wanted three children?”
“Yes, but I’m sure it won’t be easy to slay with a full diaper”
“Exactly, so she will be good girl or else. I imagine it must be kind of hard to slay as it is with the…”, continued Willow as she pulled out her breast for Dawn who eagerly took it into her mouth.
“Oh Will, I think our lil’ Buffy has gone poopie.”, said Tara cutting off her girlfriend.
“Finally. I bet she was pretty uncomfortable keeping that all in, see how relaxed she is now”
“Hmm, it seems pretty liquefied. Maybe I should add another pair of plastic panties so it all stays in”, sniffed the blonde witch as her new baby dozed in her arms.
“Well don’t wake her, let her get nice and messy so she gets used to the feel of it as the magic will wear off soon and we need her completely ours before then. Besides when she wakes up all poopy you’ll get to change her, she’ll be more herself tomorrow so I think she’ll be needing quite a bit of spanking before she fully accepts this. But don’t worry, once she realises THIS is what she needs then she’ll be good as gold”
“Ooh, I can’t wait”, grinned Tara as she felt Buffy nuzzle into the comfort and safety of her new Mama’s embrace, “But I think she’s going to be a heavy duty one, looks like we’ll have to double up the diapers and maybe even use more than one liner ”
“We’ll see”, said Willow as she looked back at Dawn who was gurgling on her breast feeling utterly content, neither of the Summers girls knowing that the milk of their mothers had a strong addictive quality. An addiction neither of them would want to cure.
“Come on Buffykins, let’s get you into your crib”, said Tara as she walked up the stairs hugging her new baby tightly to her.
The house was a picture of serenity. Of a happiness none of them had ever hoped for, but a happiness that would never end.

(TBC)
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