The Daycare Coven

“Austin, please have a seat. We have a lot to discuss.”

Settling into the seat across from his boss, Mrs. Gonzalez, Austin presented his usual, charmingly smug expression. Since all that was left to do around the nursery was to clean up, he was more than happy to sit in his boss’s office and let the others take care of the manual labor. 

Running his fingers through his short black hair, he slouched back in his seat, letting the achiness of his feet radiate as he held them midair.

Still, Austin wasn’t so arrogant to believe that he was called to Mrs. Gonzalez’s office for nothing but casual chatter. Given the seriousness of her tone, he was likely about to be reprimanded for something. It couldn’t be his work, since he had always been as helpful as he could be around the nursery. Since he had only been working at the Mother’s Grace Daycare for a few weeks, he wanted to do his best to show off his work ethic. Besides, all the other employees were women, giving him the perfect opportunity to assert his masculine superiority. How else would he expect the girls to respect him?

No, it had to be something else. Perhaps it was that one chick with the lip ring and the pitch-black hair that he was hitting on the other day? He was bad with names so he didn’t quite remember hers. It was a possibility, but it seemed highly unlikely. All he did was compliment his figure. She was the epitome of a big titty goth GF and if she couldn’t handle someone telling her that, it was on her, not him.

Speaking of big titties, Mrs. Gonzalaz had a rack that put even the bustiest women to shame. The jacket she was wearing did little to hide her enormous sweater puppies. She was a tad overweight, but Austin liked when his women had something to grab. She wasn’t just wider than him, either. Austin was no shortie, easily clearing six feet tall. But that didn’t stop Mrs. Gonzalez from standing a head taller than he was. Between her height and enormous rack, she was his ideal woman. He salivated at the thought of burying his face into her soft flesh, wishing he could suck on his boss’s boobs and fuck her whenever he wanted.

Sadly for Austin, Mrs. Gonzalez had far more on her mind than performing coitus in her place of business. Standing at the side of her desk and fixing herself a coffee, she looked over her shoulder at her only male employee and said, “Care for a cup of coffee? I don’t think I’m gonna get through all of this today and I hate to waste.” She held up the half-full pot of java, shaking it in view of Austin.

“Oh, uh, sure!” said Austin, humming to himself as his boss prepped a mug of coffee for him. He almost couldn’t believe it. Even when a female was his higher-up, she still felt the need to do things for him. What a truly amazing superpower he had. He watched with glee as Mrs. Gonzalez set the cup down in front of him. He lifted the cup to his face and inhaled its warm aroma. “Smells ravishing, much like you. Thank you.”

Exhaling a small chortle as she sat down in her hot red office chair, Mrs. Gonzalez nodded to her employee whilst taking a small sip from her own mug. “It’s no trouble,” she said, observing as Austin mirrored her actions and took a swig from his cup, “What is trouble is a few of the rumors I’ve heard flying around. Tell me, have you had any contact with Krista since you started here?”

Shaking his head, Austin shrugged his shoulders. “Doesn’t ring a bell. I’ve really only spoken to most of the girls in passing. Just exchanging hellos and other pleasantries. Why do you ask?” he said, amping up his innocence by asking such an innocuous question. Truth be told, he hadn’t the foggiest idea of which girl Krista even was. Was that the goth chick?

Leaning forward in her chair so she could look down on Austin, Mrs. Gonzalez was less than impressed with his answer. “Well, she knows you. She’s the one who ran crying into my office this morning,” she said in a tone that could put the fear of Goddess in just about anyone. Austin was no exception, “She says you tripped her so you could see her panties when she fell.”

Having completely forgotten about the incident with Krista this morning, Austin was fuming over the possibility that he could wind up fired because his bitch of a coworker couldn’t take a joke. “Ha! That’s a total lie!” he shouted, his voice going up an octave as he frantically lied to get himself out of trouble, “She was flirting with me this morning and when I told her I wasn’t interested, she made a big fuss and stomped off. I’ll tell you honestly, it was devastating to watch her trip over her own feet as she was putting on such a childish display. I only hope she didn’t throw herself to the ground on purpose. We don’t need any more fake #MeToo claims, am I right?” He let out a deep breath after his ramblings, taking another drink from his mug as he calmed himself down.

Pinching the center of her forehead, Mrs. Gonzalez found it impossible to hide her visible disgust at Austin’s abhorrent comments. “Even if I did believe you, she wasn’t the only one to say something,” she said, her words becoming far more direct. “I’ve had several other employees send me emails detailing every single one of your harassing comments. This is very serious. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?”

Rolling his eyes, Austin slammed his hands down on the table as he stood up, gaining the height advantage in the conversation. “This is utter bullshit! A-All you have are a couple of bogus accusations! IF I’ve said anything, it was nothing more than a passing compliment here or there,” he said, talking so fast that his words were almost blurring together, “God, you women are so fucking sensitive. You never see a man freaking out over some stupid words. You see, thish ish the probwem wif…s-shoshiety…an…”

Stumbling back from the desk, Austin suddenly started to feel woozy. He raised his hand to his brow line as his vision began to blur. “Wha…whas happenin ta me?” he asked, reaching down for the armrest of the chair. Tragically, his hand missed the arm by a country mile, sending him to the floor with a crushing thud.

Sliding her jacket off, Mrs. Gonzalez revealed the black leather corset she had on underneath. She reached down and slipped off her business pants before pulling up a pair of sleek, fishnet stockings. All the while, she snickered as she listened to Austin’s incoherent babbling. “You know, Austin, it didn’t have to be this way,” she said as she zipped up her high-knee leather boots, completing her ensemble. She stood up from her chair and walked around the desk to see what had become of her pathetic excuse for a male employee. By this point, he was barely clinging to consciousness. Squatting down, she petted his hair and shook her head menacingly, “But I’m afraid you’re too far gone. Rest assured, we’re going to do everything we can to help you.”

Austin was confused, to say the least. Barely comprehending Mrs. Gonzalez’s words, his mind still latched itself on to them, having little else to ground itself to reality. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but he didn’t have time to figure it out before he fully lost consciousness.

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Slumped over with his head resting on his shoulder, a weary Austin slowly returned to consciousness. The first thing that stood out to him as his mind came back to reality was the jarring fact that he was upright. 

Feeling the floor beneath the tips of his feet, he attempted to stand up, only to find that he lacked the strength to support himself. Not only that, but the ground was just far enough out of reach to prevent him from doing anything more than grazing it with his toes. It was as if he was suspended on a bungee cord.

Opening his eyes, Austin looked around the room, finding himself still in Mrs. Gonzalez’s office. His brain replayed the last thing he remembered, recalling the meeting with his boss that seemed to be going quite well. Then…nothing. It was as though he blacked out somewhere in the middle. Was he that tired that he actually fell asleep in front of his boss?

As Austin’s vision opened up further, he noticed a pair of springy straps to the left and right of him. Still slightly delirious, he instantly moved to grab them, pushing his pink, silk mitten-covered hands up against the elastic cord. Wait…silk mittens? He abruptly brought his hands closer to his face, discovering that his hands were bound up in cute little balls, restricting all use of his fingers. He frantically began trying to pull them off to no avail.

Raising his wrist to his mouth, Austin intended to use his teeth to bite one of the edges of the mitten and try to pull it off. Unfortunately, as he went to let the smooth fabric into his mouth, he found something hard and plastic blocking his lips from his paws. It was only then that he noticed something rubbery pushing against his teeth. His tongue wrapped around the tiny bulb, quickly deducing that in his mouth was a pacifier. He immediately went to spit it out but it was as if the thing was taped to his face. No amount of shaking his head or pushing it with his tongue got it to budge, only serving to cause the straps that were holding him to shake and bounce him around.

Between the pacifier, the mittens, and whatever contraption he was strung up in, Austin’s panic was hitting heights never before seen. He rocked himself forward, trying to flip his way out of his bouncy seat. All the while, he screamed into his binky, producing nothing more than a quiet whimper with his mouth concealed. That’s when it was brought to his attention that there were two more straps holding him up from behind, keeping him from tipping himself over. Unable to free himself and scared out of his wits, tears began to roll down his cheeks.

KNOCK KNOCK! 

Austin’s eyes darted toward the door. He moaned for help, waving his arms and kicking his legs as if whoever was at the door could see through the walls. His sporadic movements ended swiftly as the door opened. At last, someone was here to free him.

Unsurprisingly, it was Mrs. Gonzalez who entered her office. With a snide expression and confident glare, she glanced at Austin for only a second before casually sitting down at her desk and pretending he wasn’t there. Just because his fate was sealed didn’t mean she wasn’t going to twist the knife the whole way through.

To Austin, this was outrageous. There was a zero percent chance that she didn’t see him hanging there. Was she the one who did this to him? His efforts to gain her attention doubled as he practically threw a fit to get her to look at him.

“My, my, so much energy for someone waking up from a sleeping potion,” said Mrs. Gonzalez, resting her cheek on the back of her hand as she snickered softly. Returning to her feet, she walked over to the corner of the room and began wheeling a full-body mirror over to where Austin was trapped, making sure to keep him from seeing his reflection until the proper moment. “I suppose it can’t be helped. Infants do have the tendency to go from 0 to 100 after a long nap.”

Cocking his head to the side, Austin was beyond confused. Why was Mrs. Gonzalez talking about babies? However, as soon as she rotated the mirror so he could see himself, it all became horrifically clear. Slouching inside of a large, baby blue bouncer, he was the embodiment of a darling baby girl in adult male form. His hands pressed against the latex mini-dress that was peeking out through the gaps in the bouncer, his sensation of the slick fabric tenderly rubbing against his skin.

More distressing than the dress was the girthy amount of bulk that surrounded his pelvis. His hands shot downward to explore his waist, hearing an all too familiar crinkle echo into his ears. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize he was wearing an enormous diaper. Just south of the diaper was a pair of sleek stockings that made his legs look hairless. As a final insult to injury, his short hair had been done up in two adorable pigtails that were barely longer than a centimeter in length, giving him the most toddler girl hairstyle possible.

Thrusting his body weight back and forth, Austin tried everything he could to free himself from his infantile prison. In the end, all he ended up doing was tiring himself out. As his arms went limp at his sides, he could feel the tears welling up once again. “Whad chu wan fwom me?” he muttered out, his words near incomprehensible.

Mrs. Gonzalez, however, had been around babies, young and old, long enough to have some sense of fluency when it came to understanding paci speak. “You’ve been a naughty little boy, Austin. Running around MY nursery and expecting us all to play along with your entitlement,” she said, placing her thumb and forefinger forcefully on his chin to keep him from turning his head away, “I think it’s obvious to me, as well as the rest of my girls, that you were not raised properly. But fret not, we’re going to fix that for you.” She gave his cheek two soft slaps, further patronizing his position.

For Austin, this was the last straw. He lunged forward, attempting to wrap her up in his arms and hold her hostage until she released him. What he didn’t know was that Mrs. Gonzalez had already anticipated this move. As his arms folded around her body, he was shocked to find that he lacked the strength to crush her in his arms, unable to do anything more than offer a gentle hug.

“Aww, if you wanted a hug, all you had to do was ask,” said Mrs. Gonzalez, taking Austin into her arms and squeezing him as tight as she possibly could. Having had him hanging in a bouncer for several hours now, she knew for a fact that his bladder had to be at least somewhat on edge; an assumption that she only grew more confident in as she constricted him.

Crossing his legs, Austin could feel the pressure building in his gut where Mrs. Gonzalez was pressing him the hardest. In his weakened state, he could do little more than wiggle and whine as he felt his bladder reach its breaking point.

hsssssssssss!

The sound of liquid pooling around a fresh diaper was unmistakable. Austin’s frantic movements ceased on impact, leaving him frozen in blushy fear. It had to have been fifteen, no, twenty years since he’d had an accident. He wept quietly behind his pacifier as his diaper swelled against his crotch, pooling his urine in the front of his diaper thanks to the pressure from the bouncer.

“That’s right, baby girl. Let it aaaaaaaall out,” said Mrs. Gonzalez in a sing-songy voice. Austin had heard her take such a tone with several of the children in her care, making him feel as small as a literal child. With a withering snicker, she placed her hand on his diaper front, relishing in the involuntary shudder that his body made, “Uh oh, does it feel good, my little baby?”

Austin wanted to scream, “NO!” at his demon of a boss. There wasn’t any part of this that he was enjoying. Regrettably, his body didn’t agree with his thoughts, as his dick instantly perked up thanks to Mrs. Gonzalez’s feminine touch. The squelchy padding coddled his hardened cock, caressing it in a way that he’d never experienced before. He wanted to hate it, but it felt way too good. He bit down hard on his tongue, hoping to curb his arousal at least somewhat, finding little success.

Watching the once proud man reduced to a blubbering mess with a rock-hard diaper boner, Mrs. Gonzalez felt unrelenting power coursing through her. There was something about breaking a hard-headed male that fueled her lust for chaos and punishment. Closing her eyes, she began rubbing his diaper front up and down, tracing the squishy wadding across his engorged member and beginning to chant something in Latin.

Despite the fact that they were in an enclosed room, Austin felt an icy breeze blow against his exposed skin, causing his spine to quiver. As his boss continued to chant, he swore her fingertips started to glow. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced crashed into him like a tsunami. His need to orgasm shot past the point of no return, building toward the most intense climax of his life.

“Go ahead and cum for me. I want that diaper overflowing with your seed,” said Mrs. Gonzalez, leaning close to his ear and whispering as a way of elevating his senses. It wasn’t as if he could refuse her demands. She knew that there was little he could do to stop it. All that was left was to wait for the sound of jizz squirting against the damp diaper.

Curling his toes so hard that they began to cramp, Austin let out an awful squeal as semen evacuated his body. Lost in an erotic daze, his body humped against Mrs. Gonzalez’s hand, fueled by the animalistic instinct for sexual pleasure. After a few spurts, he expected the feeling to slowly subside. However, the need to cum only seemed to grow stronger with each round of sperm that blatted from the tip of his dick. The feeling lasted for so long that he started to ponder over whether or not he’d ever be able to stop cumming again.

Mercifully, after over a minute of spilling his seed, Austin finally pushed out the last of his spunk. All the muscles in his body went into atrophy from both the amount of strain he was putting on them as well as the sheer level of energy that it required of him to jizz that much. A line of drool dribbled down his chin, smearing across the mouthguard of his pacifier.

Taking advantage of Austin’s condition, Mrs. Gonzalez took hold of the waistband of her male employee's diaper and reached inside to take hold of his penis. “Do you feel that?” she said, feeling Austin’s frail attempts to shift away from her grasp, “That’s my dainty pinky finger wrapped around your little buddy. The spell I used drained you of every last drop. You’ll never be bigger than this for as long as you live ever again. Hope you enjoyed your last climax, sweetie.”

“This can’t be happening,” thought Austin as he attempted to crane his neck down to see the state of his penis for himself. Sadly, his limp body didn’t afford him such a luxury. In a way, he was sort of grateful that he couldn’t see what had become of his once eight-inch stiffy. At least, he was, until Mrs. Gonzalez pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before shoving her phone in his face. Upon seeing the state of his micropenis, he let out a guttural shriek that surely shook the entire building’s foundation.

“And sent! Now every girl at this nursery knows that you’re nothing more than a baby with a baby cock!” said Mrs. Gonzalez with a haunting cackle. Wiping her cum and piss-coated hand off with a tissue from her desk, she walked to her door and opened it before calling out, “Krista, she’s ready for you.”

Stepping off to the side, Mrs. Gonzalez ushered her short, blonde-haired employee into her office before closing the door behind her. In Krista’s hand was a blue, rubber enema bag with some kind of strange, glowing liquid inside of it. “Hello, Austin. Did you miss me?” she said, encircling him to make him feel like prey. More specifically, the prey he wanted her to feel like earlier that morning. Pulling open the back of his diaper, she unraveled the rolled-up enema tube and shoved the end of the hose deep inside Austin’s colon.

Without even an ounce of strength left in his haggard body, Austin was helpless to stop the petite girl from inserting the plastic tip into his anus. His sobbing was wildly out of control at this point. He’d never experienced an enema firsthand before, but he knew enough to know that if he didn’t stop them, he’d be filling that diaper up with something much worse than pee and cum. “P-Pwease, I sho sowwy,” he mumbled, his apology falling on deaf ears.

Giggling with villainous delight, Krista felt immensely vindicated by Austin’s pathetic pleas. “Oh no, it’s far too late for that now,” she said, refusing to let his sobs bring her any guilt whatsoever. Holding the enema bag high, she twisted the stopper, allowing the glowing liquid to flow effortlessly into Austin’s rectum.

A splash of cool liquid caused Austin to yelp in terror. He shifted back and forth in the bouncer, trying with all the energy he had left to dislodge the enema tube from his butt hole. Tragically, his uninitiated sphincter had tightened up so much around the tube that removing it without his hands was impossible. An uncomfortable fullness soon overtook his gurgling gut, bringing his hysterical movements to a screeching halt.

“Okay, here’s the deal, baby girl,” said Mrs. Gonzalez as she looked down at the pitiful mess that Austin had become, “Right now, you are being filled with a very special potion of my own brew. Once you’re all filled up, I promise to release you from the bouncer.”

As angry as Austin was, hearing that he was getting out of this Goddess-forsaken bouncer brought instant relief to his panic-riddled heart. He just had to hold on for a few more seconds and this would all be over. Relaxing his stressed sphincter, he allowed the sloshy liquid to pool in his bowels faster until the enema bag was finally emptied out.

True to her word, Mrs. Gonzalez took hold of the straps that held the bouncer up and loosened them until Austin was able to drop to his knees, too debilitated to stand, much less move. He wanted to run. He could see the door to his boss’s office was only a few feet away. Mournfully, this was as close as his body would allow him to get.

Not long after he was lowered to the ground, Austin was scooped up into Mrs. Gonzalez’s arms. A shocking feat from Austin’s perspective given that he never expected a woman to be able to lift him, especially in such a coddling, effortless way. Nervous he might fall, he instinctively encircled his arms around his boss’s torso, clinging to her for safety.

“Aww, such a sweet baby, yes you are!” cooed Mrs. Gonzalez, planting a kiss on his forehead, “Let’s get you ready for the ritual, baby girl. We’re so excited to bring you into our coven.” 

With Krista holding the door open for her, this devious witch who had set up a nursery as a cover for her coven exited her office and journeyed through the dimly lit hallways until they arrived at one of the various classrooms.

As he was ferried across the building, Austin took the time to digest what Mrs. Gonzalez had said. Ritual? Coven? This was all getting far too weird for him to comprehend. There was just no way that magic could be real. However, upon entering the classroom, he was greeted by the entire female staff of the nursery, who all sat around a large pentagram that had been painted on the floor. The desks that usually occupied the space had all been pushed to the side and candles had been placed all around the room, serving as the only light source.

Austin jerked around in Mrs. Gonzalez’s arms. As surprising as it was to admit, he’d rather go back to her office than find out what his coworkers had in store for him in such an ominously set up room. His movements were too feeble to dislodge her grip in any way, making him powerless to stop her from strutting out into the middle of the chalk circle and depositing him at the center of the star.

“I know this may seem scary, but trust me when I say this is all for the best. I know you’ll thank me someday,” said Mrs. Gonzalez, blowing Austin one final kiss before joining her sisters at the perimeter of the circle. Intertwining fingers with the two girls at her sides, she began to chant in a monotonous voice. One by one, the other girls all joined in, repeating the same Latin phrase over and over again.

To Austin, their words were complete gibberish. He didn’t need to understand what they were saying, though, to feel the same icy wind that he had sensed in Mrs. Gonzalez’s office. The chalk outline on the floor gradually started to glow, softly at first before becoming so bright that Austin couldn’t stand to look at it for more than a second. If he didn’t get out of this circle soon, he had a strong feeling that something bad and potentially irreversible was about to happen to him.

Leaning forward, Austin propped himself up on all fours and inched his way toward the door. As humiliating as it was to crawl, it was his only option.

GUUUUUUUUURRRRRGGGGGLLE! 

Clutching his tummy, Austin felt the first major enema cramp hit him like a debilitating wall. His knees collapsed out from under him as all the strength he had left was now being funneled into preventing a massive blowout. This day had already been a nightmare and a half. He really didn’t want to add shitting himself to that list if he could help it.

As the first cramp subsided, Austin moved to get back into a crawling position, ready to attempt escape once again. Unfortunately, his body instantly served up another cramp, and then another, until he wasn’t getting more than a couple seconds between the painful pings in his bowels. He’d been desperate to poop before, but this was on a whole other level. Little did he know that the spell the women were chanting was designed to encourage his immobilizing cramps. Unable to drag himself to the door, he let in an awful, terrible gasp of air as the muscles around his bowel went into atrophy.

SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!! 

All at once, a rush of hot, runny slime was ejected from his body and into his diaper, quickly taking up as much space as it could. Austin squeaked meekly in protest as the icky muck filled up his diaper like a water balloon, with the glowing enema potion soaking into his already squishy padding. Any attempt at stopping the flow of dirty poo water was futile. It was as if his body had a mind of its own.

Speaking of his body, Austin was so fixated on the state of his ever-expanding diaper that he failed to notice that the latex dress he was wearing was becoming baggy, with the left shoulder strap sliding down his arm. His stockings constricted around his legs, which, unlike his diaper, only got thinner and more petite, until his legs were so skinny that the tights slid off of him entirely. It wasn’t until the diaper he was wearing was sagging on the floor that he finally realized something was up. He frantically grabbed at the fabric of his outfit, utterly astonished as it grew around him. He held up his hand in front of his eyes, watching as his once large hands shrank to half of their size. Eventually, the diaper that he was wearing became so heavy that it pulled him to the floor like an anchor. He flopped back onto his mushy tushy, sinking into his giant beanbag of a diaper as it continued to grow around him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the weight in Austin’s gut dissipated entirely. Simultaneously, the chanting came to a sudden stop, and glowing the chalk pentagram powered down. Panting heavily, he inhaled deeply through his nose, getting a good whiff of his own earthy aroma. The stench of his diaper was so gnarly that he felt as though he might pass out from it. He leaned forward, attempting to lift himself off of his messy rear, only to come to the stark realization that his diaper weighed more than him. He kicked his arms and legs, trying to get any leverage he could, but nothing worked.

“Hehe, I think he’s still trying to escape,” said Krista as she stood over Austin’s tiny body. She pulled out her phone and flipped it around, allowing Austin to get a look at his new form, “Don’t worry, we’ll get our new baby girl changed lickity split!”

Staring blankly at the phone, Austin would’ve screamed at the top of his lungs if he still possessed the energy to do so. No longer was he the fully grown adult man that had entered Mother’s Grace Daycare this morning. 

Instead, he looked deeply at the reflection of a baby boy who couldn’t be more than a year or two old draped in a very oversized dress. “What did you do to me?” he tried to say, only for his words to come out as unintelligible baby babble. Feeling an overwhelming sense of body dysphoria, he burst into tears with zero control over his own emotions.

Seeing their new baby in distress, the group of women hurried over to Austin’s side, picking his tiny body up from the messy diaper he was seated in and getting straight to work. The girls, led by Krista, made quick work of cleaning up his muddy booty before getting him situated in a fresh diaper. This was not a development that Austin’s still mature mental state was thrilled about in the slightest. It had only been a few hours prior that he’d changed a baby on a changing table much like they had changed him. Such a role reversal was mortifying.

Dunking his wounds in salt water, Mrs. Gonzalez rushed over to Krista and the other girls holding a frilly babydoll dress in her hands that made the latex dress Austin had on earlier feel almost masculine in comparison. In a flash, the coven sisters pulled Austin up from the changing table and carefully slipped his small body into the adorably girly dress. Booties, mittens, and a bonnet were tacked on next, completing his transformation from an adult male into a genuine sissy baby girl.

“Alright, girls. Let’s not crowd Audrey too much. We don’t want her to be fussy all night,” said Mrs. Gonzalez, lifting Austin into her arms as she lowered the neckline of her dress around one of her massive tits, “After such a big boom boom, you must be starving. Open up, sweetie.”

Austin wanted to say something in defiance of the woman who sabotaged his life. Sadly, there was nothing he could think to say that would make any sort of difference. His will to fight was broken. He was now a helpless baby that was fully reliant on the women he had once seen as beneath him.

While Austin was lost in thought, Mrs. Gonzalez took advantage of his distracted state and pushed her nipple into his half-agape mouth. Having been preparing for a new coven baby ever since she hired Austin, milk burst from her ample breast upon impact, filling up her baby’s mouth and forcing him to swallow. “From now on, you’re going to be my little Audrey, you got it?” she said, whispering softly into Austin’s ear, “I’m going to reraise you to behave properly. And as you get older, I’m going to train you to be the most dutiful sissy servant you can be. 

Welcome to your new life, baby girl.”

Audrey could do nothing but whimper softly and nod, accepting the new role that had been forced upon him. Leaning into Mrs. Gonzalez’s boob, he thought back to earlier in the day when he had idly wished to bury his face in her tit flesh. Some monkey’s paw wish that turned out to be.

THE END.