(Content Warning: forced regression, foul language, unfair punishment.)

Ding dong!

Someone rang at the front door. A middle-aged man opened, only to find himself face-to-face with someone he had never seen before. Black hair, black clothes, black jewelry, black make-up and a wide-brimmed pointy black hat: the woman looked like she shopped for her Halloween costume at Hot Topic. Yet we were still in September.

"May I come in?" she asked without having the decency to introduce herself.

The man blinked, his eyes blurry, his gaze vacant. "Huh... sure, make yourself at home," he replied, letting her enter his home without any pushback.

She ignored him and walked into the house like she owned the place. She climbed up the stairs and looked around until she found what she was looking for: a room so cheerfully decorated that she stopped for a moment to enjoy the view. A nursery where every piece of furniture was big enough to fit a full-sized adult.

After detailing the craftsmanship of the various giant-sized baby furniture, she walked towards the crib tucked into a corner. Inside, a twenty-something woman dressed like a toddler was enjoying a little nap.

She knocked on the wooden bars to wake her up, then leaned forward to watch the big baby from above. "Hello there, little Christie. How have you been doing?"

The girl's eyes widened up as she recognized her, and she spat out her pacifier to scream: "YOU FUCKING BI-..."

"I think the word you're looking for is 'witch', honey" corrected the Hot Topic reject with a chuckle. The adult-sized toddler was now trying to stand up, to no avail.

"What the FUCK are you DOING here?!" she shouted back. "After what you've DONE to me! I should get up from this stupid crib and KICK your sorry gothic ASS!"

The witch shook her head disapprovingly. "Tsk tsk. Here I am, paying you a courtesy visit, and this is how you welcome me? Some things never change… How long has it been since we last met? A year, two?"

"Ten months!" shouted the aggravated girl in return. "Three hundred and twenty days, I counted every single one of them!" She was getting increasingly annoyed by her incapacity to stand on her own butt.

"Ooooh, right! Halloween, of course. So, how have you been since then?"

Christie flopped on her back, her face red as a ripe tomato from her fruitless efforts.

"How do you THINK I'm doing?! You made everyone think I'm a FUCKING BABY! Nobody understands me, I can't walk or talk, I have to drink from a bottle and watch those STUPID cartoons... I'm living a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

The witch nodded patiently. "Right, right. Seems like your family took good care of you."

She leaned forward and patted the front of the girl's crotch, which produced a wet crinkly sound. "And I assume you've been using your diapers like a good girl, am I right?"

If Christie wasn't already red-faced from exhaustion, her cheeks would have turned red with embarrassment. "How could I NOT use them?! They never let me out of diapers unless they're giving me a bath! I can't even STOP myself to use them anymore. Even if I have to SHIT! This is HELL!"

Tears began to swell in Christie's eyes, and she turned away in shame, unable to even look at the witch. A witch who, in turn, was looking rather satisfied.

"Mathilda, my dear, you haven't lost your touch," she congratulated herself. "So, tell me, lil' Christie… Have you learned your lesson yet?"

The giant sized toddler was taken aback. "W-what lesson?"

The witch rolled her eyes. "That you should not offend your elders, especially when said elders are witches?"

There was a second of silence before Christie answered. "... Is THAT why you cursed me with all of this? Because I bumped into you by mistake while I was walking in the dark?!"

"You clearly needed a good lesson in manners," said the witch doctly, "and I figured we might as well start from scratch to get the best results. But you've not been a very polite baby so far, I must say."

The young lady blubbered. "B-but I apologized for running into you! I apologized right away! You heard it, you even answered me!"

The witch swept her excuses away with a dismissive hand motion. "Obviously, you didn't mean it, if your apology came out that fast. I only care for sincere ones."

Christie was lost somewhere between anger and despair. All she had to endure in the last year, all the humiliating baby treatment and soiled diapers… was all because of a misunderstanding? She had to make it right. Choosing her words carefully, she tried her hand at apologies once again:

"O-okay then... I am deeply sorry for bumping into you a year ago. I didn't mean any disrespect, it was an accident, and I'm sorry for any harm it may have caused. I will pay attention so that it won't happen in the future. Please forgive me, miss… miss Mathilda?"

The witch tapped her index finger on her chin a couple of times, pondering the words. Then, with an appropriately wicked smile, she shook her head in denial. "I think you're only saying that because you want to get out of diapers. I don't think you mean it for real. It's not a true apology if you have ulterior motives, right?"

The dam who was keeping Christie's anger at bay broke inside her mind, and she let out a raging: "Y... YOU BITCH!"

The witch laughed in return. "See? What kind of respectful behavior is that? I think I should let you stew in your predicament for a little longer. Maybe next time, after enough diaper changes, you'll be a bit more polite towards your elders."

She began to strut towards the door, victorious, as Christie began to beg her to stay. "Wait, no! Come back! I swear I'll be good!"

The older woman waved at her without even looking back.

"I have a coven taking place in Brazil next month, so I'm afraid I might miss our little 'anniversary'. But don't worry, Christie, I'll come back to visit on Halloween next year! Or the next one, anyway, I'm always so busy..."

"NO!" Christie was powerless as the witch in black left the room and walked down the stairs. Stuck in her crib, unable to move, she started to bawl her eyes out. "COME BACK! PLEASE! I'm sorry! I'm sorree-ee-eeh... NOOOOOOOO!"

The witch left by the front door, snapping her fingers to free the man from her stupefying spell as she did. The poor man will probably have to wipe Christie's butt a few more hundred times before Mathilda the witch finally becomes bored of her torment. But it was his fault as well, in a way. He should have raised a more polite daughter in the first place. Or one that was better at begging for forgiveness…

As she walked down the street, away from the quaint house where a giant baby was currently wailing in anger and despair, she felt her dark heart beating fast with excitement. Being bad had never felt so good.