The magic tendrils wove around your limbs as you heard your partner rummaging through the costume box. "Oh my~" they said, the familiar sound of fabric rubbing together eminating from the open lid. The wooden boards of the attic floor creaked as your partner strolled around your form, one hand concealed behind their back. The other hand traces your naked form, crossing through all the spots that make you weak.
You whimper, your eyes softening in desperation as they continue to tease you. "You're such a sweet little thing" they say stepping fully into view. A little nod of their head tells the magical tendrils that were holding you aloft to bring you down. Your perspective shifts as you lower to the floor, the magic forcing you to sit on a small cushion they procured from the nearby crib, your legs splayed open placing your sensitive nether region on display for them.
"Oh isn't that just darling" your partner says, their eyes shining with a special brand of hunger. "I have a surprise for you" they say, each word dripping with toxic sweetness. The hand they had hidden behind their back appears in a vibrant pink blur. "Look what I have for you" they say exhuberently in a sing song voice.
Your eyes fall on a halloween costume, a pink princess dress, one of those poofy ball gown types. There are white frills and lace accents on the collar and hems. It looks like something Princess Peach would wear, although, her dress might just be less embarassing. However, the most confusing aspect is the fact this is almost a child size costume. "Finally," you think, this is the joke. You smirk, forgetting yourself for just a moment.
The pacifier loosens, falling to land around your neck as your partner awaits your response."Ha, good one hun" you say confidently. "I don't know how you got these special effects to work but there's no way you're getting that on me. Look how small it is!" you chirp in a smart-ass tone.
"Awh, still not a believer little one" your partner says with a malicious expression. "Let's change that by changing you" they say, their eyes radiating that familiar predatory light. "First things first, let's protect the purity of our dear princess with a special accessory" she says as an illusory hand floats towards you. It holds a chastity device matching the astetic of the dress. Bright pinks with white accents.
You try to thrash again but the enchanted boots and mitts are like anchors, unwilling to move at all. As the hand draws close you can hear the floor boards creeking, your partner makes their way towards you. One hand delicately takes hold of your chin, bringing your gaze to their eyes. "Play with me sweetie, you've learned so much tonight and I have so much more to teach" they say, their voice crashing down on you with a love you couldn't deny. Was this a charm? Or was it the love that brought you together in the first place, rekindled?
As you relaxed they delicately took the chastity device from a ghost hand. "I'll give you one promise now" your partner says softly. "This is just for this costume, I still want you, and will want you more than ever when this is done" they say, that hunger in their eyes creeping into their voice. They lean in, their form seemingly dwarfing you in this moment. "Now be a good girl" they whisper into your ear. You feel the device close around you, locking away any fun for the moment.
"Now, you have a paci, some boots and mitts, but something is missing" your partner chides, staring you in the eyes. They reach into the fabric of the dress with their free hand drawing out a crinkling bundle of material from within. Your blood runs cold for a moment as your eyes traces the fluffy form of a large white diaper, accented with pink frills. "Uhoh, is someone a little nervous?" your partner asks in a cutesy tone.
"Please, look, I can tolerate the dress," you plead, "but, that's too far. I don't want to be a giant baby!" You know struggling is futile, but maybe they can be reseasoned with. Maybe they'll have some mercy on you, after all, you'd been together for some time. "Can't we just leave that out?" you request, your voice squeaking at the end.
"Hun, I don't think you understand what's happening here," your partner says as they unfold the bulky diaper. "You've been a brat lately and I've had enough of it. You need to be taught a lesson and I think some time as a cute little princess would serve you well, make you remember all those rules and lessons you were taught the last time you wore these things" they say with a grin making the diaper do a little dance before your eyes.
You opened your mouth to argue until a familiar trick took hold. They flicked their index finger and the pacifier around your neck returned to your mouth. "We'll talk more later, for now, I need to make sure you're nice and quiet while I work" they say as their finger traces a circle in the air. The bulb of the pacifier in your mouth begins to swell, filling the remaining space, ensuring you'll be unable to remove it. "You know, you look awful cute with your mouth filled like that" they say as they boop your nose with their finger.
"Now, where to change you" they ponder aloud, "ah, there we go!". With a snap, they send the magical tendrils and ghost hands into action, boxes are brought together to form the rough shape of a changing table. You feel a cool breeze around your body, reminding you of the chastity device at your waist as you are lifted into the air before being lowered onto the waiting makeshift-table.
Your partner closes in on you, producing bottles of powders, oils and creams. Each substance in applied in liberal amounts, coating your crotch with special attention given around any sensitive bit. "It's so much fun listening to you whimper hun, don't worry, there's plenty of time between now and halloween for that fun" your partner says coyly. With the diaper fastened to you the tendrils lift you to your feet. Immedietly the bulky padding forced your legs apart, making you stand awkwardly before sinking down to your knees.
"Already so cute" they squeal with delight as you struggle to stand and manage the bulbous invader in your mouth. "Arms up please" your partner requests in a sing song voice, moving towards you with the dress. As they get closer to you their magic takes hold in the fabric. It grows larger, sizing itself to fit you, the scale of it exaggerating the frills and poofs even more. You raise your arms slowly, knowing that you technically agreed to this when you debated the diaper with them.
Like a pink frilly avalanche the dress crashed down around you. These things never go on right the first time and this is no exception as they have to fight to get it sitting on your properly. In those few moments you were enveloped in the fabric, trapped in your own pink universe, you pondered what they would have in store for you next. "Annnnd, done!" they say triumphantly as the attic comes back into view.
With a swish of a hand your partner summons a nearby mirror in front of you. They take hold of the dusty cloth that covered it's tall rectangular form. "Meet the princess" they say cheekily, they give a solid tug and the cloth comes free, kicking up a small cloud of dust. As it settles you spy your new appaearance in the mirror. The pacifier in your mouth certainly makes you look babied, the dress however pushes it over the top. You are torn between the look of a child playing princes, an actual princess or a life sized doll. Regardless, this isn't necessarily your style (nor, you presume, anyones style).
"You are so cute!" your partern explains, gesturing over your now clother form. The diaper is so bulky that it's creating lines in the dress which your partner cheekily pokes. "Very fitting for you... princess potty pants" they say with a laugh. "Now, if you want out of the dress you have to complete a task for me. However, I'm not completely cruel and you can take your pick from these three" she says as she holds up a childish school work sheet adorned with teddy bears, blocks, firemans hats, doggies bones, sailor ties and tiaras.