You, Hannah, came up with a devious scheme to get the babysitters to drink some magical chocolate milk you made for them to make them incontinent. As a young amateur witch, you simply placed a basic curse on the milk, stirred in some chocolate sauce, and poured it into two glasses for the babysitters. You made a third and fourth glass of non-cursed chocolate milk for Krista and yourself. Giggling quietly, you placed the glasses on the table for everyone.
"Hey, guys, I made some chocolate milk for everyone!" You say.
Emily and Connor noticed bits of glitter in their drinks, magical residue from your curse. They switched the glasses as you led your younger sister, Krista, over to the table. You unknowingly drank the cursed milk, holding back mischievous laughter as the sitters drank up.
"Well, thank you, Hannah. That was delicious." Connor said.
"Yeah, that was really nice of you." Emily said.
"Oh, not a problem, not a problem at all." you said.
You got up to take out their glasses when, to your horror, you wet yourself right in front of the babysitters and Krista.
"Oh, did you have an accident?" Emily said.
"What... but... how?" You stammered.
Connor laughed in your face. "We saw the glitter in that chocolate milk, so we switched them. Do you really think we're dumb enough fall for that?" He said.
"Aw, crud." You said.
Krista laughed at you too. The spell was too weak to affect her. Living with you and getting hit by your magical mishaps had given her a strong magic resistance even at such a young age.
"Come on, Hannah, let's give you a bath and get you into diapers Connor, run down to Walgreens and get a pack in her size." Emily said. As she said this, you also pooped a little. They pinched their noses at you and Krista laughed.
"Right." Connor said.
You really wanted to fight Emily and force her away. You didn't want to wear diapers... but there were two babysitters and only one of you, and they were a lot bigger. Grumbling, you went with Emily to the bathroom. You took off all you clothes while Emily drew a warm bath. She smacked you once on your bare butt, hard.
"That was a mean trick, trying to curse us like that. How long are you going to be cursed?" She asked.
"I only set it to go for tonight." You said.
"Oh, thank goodness."
After you bathed yourself, Emily dried you off and laid you down on a fresh diaper that Connor had bought. She powdered your butt, rubbed in some baby oil, and taped it shut. You reached for your clothes, but Emily kept them away.
"Uh-uh-uh! You don't get dressed until we punish you for being such a naughty scheming little girl!" Emily said.
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