As thick green smoke billowed out of the chimneys and into the starry sky, a subsidiary of the Abomination Coven, located right down the hill not too far from a certain manor outside of the main town of Bonesborough, was currently undergoing preparations for the latest showcase that would occur.

Inside of Blight Industries, the large brick-and-stone building was packed with dozens of potential investors like any other night that a private sale was hosted there. Each and every creature entering the building (completely unaware of two troublemaking twins guarding the door discreetly putting “HEX ME!” signs on their backs as they walked in) were dressed in green cloaks to easily mask their identities, and most of them were gossiping to the others about what could possibly be in store for this time.

Odalia and Alador Blight, respectively the CEO and Chief Engineer of the company, were set to appear on stage to give a powerful demonstration on different types of projects involving the latter’s abomination inventions very soon.

The head of the PCA (aka the Parent Creature Association) and mother of three children, Odalia, was sporting a wicked grin on her face, being all too eager to reach their ambitious goal of the night (the abomination “units ordered” thermometer nearby off-stage displayed how many sales they earned in one sitting). Alador, on the other hand, merely displayed a half-lidded, dull look in his eyes as the frequency of getting dragged into his wife’s elaborate schemes to satisfy her greed often drained him.

Little did they know that this particular night would be quite interesting for the both of them, albeit in very different ways.

To start with, the moment Odalia had her back turned, a butterfly appeared right before the patriarch and his expression instantly lightened, and he began to follow it as usual in his eccentric antics. However, it was not the kind of insect or fairy you would usually see on the Boiling Isles; this butterfly was far more cutesy-looking and pastel in coloration, and it also seemed to be emitting a strange pink dust as it fluttered its wings for some reason.

Amidst his chase, Alador suddenly fell onto all fours as his legs gave out. Nonetheless, he continued after the strange butterfly, intently crawling on his hands and knees and beginning to giggle like a very young child.

“Now, dear, I’m sure that you’re already well aware of this, but—huh?” Odalia glanced up and saw that her husband was nowhere to be found. She looked around the room for the missing man.

“Alador? Alador!”

No response.

Odalia sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “I swear to Titan…” she muttered under her breath. Damn it, it looked like she was just going to have to start the show without him.

Begrudgingly, she made her way up the steps and stood onto the stage solo. The spotlight then turned on and shone down to reveal the Blight Industries logo in the background and her form to the audience, showing that she was all alone in her presentation this time.

…Or so she thought she would be.

Just as Odalia was about to give her usual introduction, she suddenly noticed that a red-skinned figure was standing right beside her, seemingly having came out of nowhere and without any warning. She stopped herself, completely flabbergasted.

This odd creature wore an aproned seafoam dress and heels that looked straight like they came out from an Earth time capsule dating the 50s. She had swirly pink hair that vaguely resembled cotton candy, bright emerald green eyes, and a maternal smile that flashed her sharp teeth.

One thing was for certain, she definitely wasn’t a resident of the Boiling Isles—and as it turned out, or even from this very dimension.

The crowd quieted down, not sure what to make of this new occurrence.

“H-huhh? Wh… who in the world are you?” Odalia asked the demon after overcoming her initial shock.

“I am Mother Maiden, dear, and I am simply here to help give you a boost to your company’s sales like you’ve always wanted.” the creature introduced herself, subtly hiding the faintest of sinister smiles.

And how in the hell could she have possibly known such a detail like that? Odalia began to laugh at that remark in bewilderment. “Ha... ha ha… Lady, I’m afraid there has been quite a misunderstanding. I never invited anybody to—”

Mother Maiden cut her off. “I see you’ll have a new product that will help take care of a baby, won’t you? And speaking of which, there’ll surely need to be an appropriate volunteer picked specifically for this demonstration.”

“E-excuse me?” Odalia was utterly dumbfounded. What was this, some sick illusionary prank the twins cooked up?! “I’m sorry, but Blight Industries primarily specializes in home security and weaponry—NOT childcare!”

Mother Maiden just chuckled lightly. “Why, sweetie, that’s certainly not the tone you should use towards your elder!” she playfully scolded, condescendingly wagging a finger right in Odalia’s face. This action earned a few small giggles from some audience members, to of which were quickly picked up by the CEO’s pointy ears.

Growling in frustration now, Odalia furiously stomped a foot. “I’d suggest that you leave the premises right now before I call security!” threatened the angry witch. “Hey, are you even listening to m—?!”

Without moving a muscle, Mother Maiden glanced in the woman’s direction, and her emerald eyes began to gleam; Odalia’s own eyes glowed in the same color for a split second.

It was then that bizarre things started to happen to Odalia as her mind began to grow hazy. She tried to protest further, but she felt any coherency of her words slipping away. “B-buh… bahh gahh…” she dumbly babbled, drool starting to spill out of her mouth and drip down onto her top.

Suddenly, Odalia felt an unpleasant warm wetness running down her legs. She then looked down to see a dark patch quickly growing on the crotch of her pants and yellow liquid pooling right out at her feet.

The pin dropped: she was wetting herself. Right in front of everybody. The CEO blushed madly.

The investors were just as bewildered as Odalia was. Some started murmuring to one another within the crowd, while others merely averted their gaze in mortification.

Humiliated beyond words, the green-haired witch attempted to dash off of the stage as fast as she could, wishing to never be seen ever again by another living soul; she had no idea that it was about to get much, much worse.

Mother Maiden’s head snapped right in her direction. “Oh no, you don’t!” she snarled.

Odalia promptly lost balance, and she fell flat onto the stage floor with a cry. She desperately tried to stand back up, but something was wrong with her legs. How and why did they just become so wobbly?

At that, Mother Maiden promptly walked over to the vulnerable witch, and picked her right up effortlessly after vanishing the puddle of urine on the way. The smiling demon held a wide-eyed Odalia, who was now quivering and whimpering in baby talk as drool continued dripping out of her mouth, right up in a bridal carry for all to see.

“Welcome investors, to the annual Blight Industries private sale!” Mother Maiden announced confidently to the crowd. “As you can imagine, I find that most mothers will often find themselves quite exhausted and overworked when looking after their infants on a daily basis—such as this little girl, right here.” the demon said as she looked down to the middle-aged witch being lightly bounced in her red arms.

The realization of the situation going down hit Odalia like a giant hammer coming down from an Abomaton’s arm. This twisted demon wasn’t looking for just any baby.

She was the baby.

“But fear not! What we have in store for tonight will surely satisfy your biggest parental needs.” Mother Maiden stepped right aside as she continued to carry Odalia without a sweat. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet… the Abominanny!”

Rising right out of a hole in the center of the stage, a bizarre, purple abomination-like creature appeared. It looked just like any other abomination that any select magic users (such those currently enrolled in that track offered at Hexside School) could summon—except that this one was dressed in a maternal apron quite similar to the one the demon was currently wearing.

There was a brief moment of silence. Then, to Odalia’s surprise, the investors below started clapping. Meanwhile, the “units sold” meter began to rise slightly.

Mother Maiden strolled over and handed Odalia over to the abomination. “Abominanny, please get her cleaned right up and in a nice, thick diaper.” she told it, summoning a large white changing table right behind her as she spoke.

Once the Abominanny silently took Odalia right in its arms, the infantilized witch began to cry and writhe around.

“No no no! Me dun’ wan’ diapees! Nononononoo…!” she whined as tears poured out of her blue eyes.

Mother Maiden shook her head and tsked at the sight. “My my, so fussy.” She snapped her fingers.

First, a violet pacifier magically appeared right in the CEO’s mouth, muffling her of any speech. “Mm?! Mm! Mmm!” She desperately tried to spit it out, but some sort of magical force prevented her from doing so. Then pink mittens appeared on her fists, rendering her unable to properly use her hands and fingers.

The moaning Abominanny walked over to the changing table with the woman in its hands, and slowly laid Odalia flat on her back on the table.

With a microphone in one hand and the other directed towards the changing table, Mother Maiden announced to the audience, “Are you tired of changing diapers every other hour? Well, wait no more, the Abominanny will gladly do the work for you!”

The Abominanny first removed Odalia’s dark boots and socks, and tossed them all right aside. Then it pulled off her ruined pants and purple panties, and flung them in the same direction onto the stage.

After the witch was bottomless, Mother Maiden magically removed the rest of Odalia’s clothing, rendering her completely nude on top of the changing table.

The witch’s face turned brick-red when she realized that she was now publicly butt-ass naked. Right in front of at least a hundred potential investors, no less! She screamed from behind her pacifier, to no avail.

Mother Maiden ignored her pleas as she continued talking into the mic. “You may be surprised, but Abominanny does know best for what thickness of diapers your baby needs!”

As the Abominanny tied a strap over her squirming body and arms, Odalia aimed a futile kick towards its head, to which it easily dodged.

“Not to worry, folks, the Abominanny can clean your baby just as well as the typical mother could.” added the demon with an aside smirk.

The Abominanny then took some wipes and began cleaning the pee off Odalia’s legs, eventually reaching up to her groin. And then, well… let’s just say that being in a state of nature in front of a crowd and having a baby wipe being rubbed all over some body areas that you usually only showed to your husband in private by an abomination caretaker was quite the interesting, erm, experience for the CEO.

The sales thermometer in the distance only continued to fill. The audience couldn’t bring themselves to stop this demon nor run out of the building. Actually, more than a few people’s eyes were glued to the show in morbid fascination. Did this spectacle accidentally awaken something new in them?

After enough wiping, the Abominanny carefully lifted poor Odalia’s legs up, and slipped a very thick diaper underneath her curvy rear. Then it grabbed a nearby bottle of baby power and sprinkled a fine amount of its contents below. Once the witch’s crotch and bare bottom were fully covered in white, the diaper’s front was brought right up and the sticky tapes on the sides were put into place. Right after it was done being put on, the Abominanny gave the padded front two soft pats to make it clear it was nicely secure. The sheer size and thickness of the crinkly white diaper forced her legs right apart.

The strap around her body was finally loosened, and the goop lifted Odalia right off the changing table; the woman could do nothing but stare blankly towards the engaged audience like a giraffe that had been caught in the headlights. Mother Maiden promptly summoned a rocking chair right behind them, and the Abominanny sat down in it with Odalia right on its lap.

“There we are! Isn’t that all better?” Mother Maiden cooed towards the diaper-clad Odalia, who simply turned her head away as a dark blush appeared on her pouting face. The demon laughed, “Oh, you’re such a silly girl!”

Clinging on to of what little was left of her grown-up sanity, the witch hoped that this would be the end of it and this whole fiasco would be over with soon. But she was wrong.

“But wait, there’s more! Abominanny will help bathe and dress your infant while you can take some much-needed rest and recovery!”

Some adult-sized baby apparel appeared in Mother Maiden’s arms, and she brought them over to the Abominanny. The creature took its time putting the following wear on the witch, in that order: cute little pink booties for her feet, a reddish-pink shirt that had a gray baby demon’s toothy expression on it, and a lavender bib decorated with—you guessed it—an abomination’s face. Some clothing back on her body helped alleviate Odalia’s embarrassment, but not by much.

“And lastly but not least, Abominanny will certainly also entertain, feed, or put your child down for their nap if you just so happen to be rather busy in the moment!”

Mother Maiden then summoned a baby bottle containing milk inside above them, and the Abominanny caught it. The moaning goop yanked the drooly pacifier out and held the bottle right up to Odalia’s mouth, but Odalia began struggling, kicking her legs, and trying to push it all away.

Don’t fight it. Mother Maiden told her telepathically. Odalia now knew how her youngest daughter felt when she was spoken to by the amulet around her neck.

As the bottle continued to be held firmly to her lips, the witch’s will had finally been completely weakened. Her mind numb, she stopped resisting and gave in, holding the bottle with both mittened hands and drinking the milk hungrily until the bottle was emptied of its last drop.

Once she was done, the Abominanny took the bottle from Odalia and began gently patting her on the back until it managed to encourage a rather noisy burp out of her.

Good girl…

The crowd whooped and cheered as Mother Maiden thanked them all for coming here tonight. The goal of the evening was absolutely reached as the “units ordered” thermometer filled up so high the top blew up in smoke.

Exhausted and with a belly full of num-nums, the zonked woman was quickly starting to drowse. As she closed her spirally eyes, Mother Maiden went right over and gently took the adult baby out of the Abominanny’s arms. She also took the pacifier back and returned it to Odalia’s mouth, to which she accepted and began suckling it.

“Come on, my baby. Let’s go and join that hubby of yours…” The demon planted a kiss on the witch’s forehead.

And with that, Mother Maiden teleported herself and the sleeping Odalia to somewhere away from Blight Industries.

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Deep within the chambers in the castle of the Emperor’s Coven, the emperor himself and an adolescent wearing a golden mask had watched the whole scene unfold through a scrying spell. They had absolutely no idea how to process this turn of events, having said not a single word throughout Odalia’s mental regression and all.

“Uncle…?” The Golden Guard eventually piped up.

Belos remained silent.

“Um… is there anything we could possibly do about this… creature?”

The Emperor just stood quietly at the cauldron for a long time. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Hunter.”

“Y-yes?”

The old man turned to look at his nephew right in the eye, and said:

“Regarding of what we just witnessed… we shall never speak of it ever again. Preferably for all of eternity.”

“…Yes, Uncle.”