Charmcaster, with a sadistic smile, eyed the Tennyson RV from afar. This was going to be fun… she’d get her revenge on Gwen yet, but starting with her stupid cousin would probably make dealing with the other magic user a little bit easier. She’d fought against them enough times to know that any time they took a break from hitting the road, the two brats would get in some silly fight and Ben would storm off.
“Puh-leeze! Get real, dweeb! There’s NO way I need a change yet.”
“Ben, I can smell you all the way over here! Either get that change or leave the RV
and stink up the rest of the planet!”
Charmcaster didn’t quite understand exactly what the argument was about, but she was sure she could work with this. Besides, she just had to borrow Ben for a little bit. Then again, why not longer? If this plan worked out maybe she’d end up with a slave. Yes, a slave. The more she thought about it, the more appealing this seemed!
As Charmcaster lay in wait, the Tennyson cousins continued their argument. Theirvoices got louder and louder until, eventually, it got quiet. Ben, seemingly embarrassed,quietly exited the RV to spend some time outside. At a time like this, he’d normally have
stormed off – but, instead, he sulked. From the distance she was at, Charmcaster couldn’t quite tell why. She’d have to find out why after she finished the spell she was currently whipping up.
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Meanwhile, Ben walked away from the RV, muttering to himself about his dorky cousin. Why does she get to decide when HE needs a change? For someone still in diapers herself, she could be very bossy. And the fact that Grandpa Max agreed with her just bothered him more. Still, he was enjoying being a little mushier than usual, so he decided to take option number two. What he didn’t expect was that Grandpa Max would take his pants before he made it out. Waddling around in nothing but his t-shirt, Omnitrix, and clearly messy diaper at a public campground wasn’t his idea of a good time. At least, not normally.
“What rotten luck! Just when I was ready to enjoy this mush tush all on my own, too…”
Charmcaster was just finishing up her spell when she heard that last part about the mush tush. Suddenly, this spell just got a LOT easier…
Ben, without warning, found himself in a haze. An odd calm. His vision didn’t quite go blurry, but something felt… different. He let go all the tension he didn’t realize he was holding in, squat down, and let flow the last bit of poop he was holding in. Placing his thumb into his mouth, he began to feel compelled to wander into the woods, oblivious to the fact that his slight waddle had devolved into a full-on toddle.
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Ben, several hours later, snapped back into reality – or at least, closer to it.
Charmcaster brought him back to consciousness in her temporary lair not far from where the RV was parked.
“Now now, Benny, you’re mine, and from what I can tell, half of what I wanted from you is already true! I wanted a stinky little minion to call my own, and I didn’t even have to cast a spell to make the ‘stink’ part happen! Now, first things first, we tackle Hex. Got it, kiddo?” Charmcaster cooed at her newly-minted partner in crime. But really, in this state, he was more like a sidekick.
“Mmf… where am I?”
“Don’t worry about that one, little guy. All you need to know is I’ve put your family in danger and you have to help ME with a few things before I’ll save their butts. Capiche?” In the haze of trance, Ben could do nothing but accept.
“Where to, Master Charmcaster?” he babbled, as a stream of piddle slowly trickled out of him into his now even thicker diaper.
“First, to the changing table little one. You’ve needed a change for ages.”
Charmcaster reveled in her newfound power as a result of having a slave to control.
With Ben none the wiser, they used his powers – and hers – to go on a crime spree the likes of which the locals had never seen. Especially not being performed by someone who didn’t even have the decency to put pants over his ever-expanding diaper, which somehow, the Omnitrix always resized appropriately from transformation to transformation.
Charmcaster also summoned the most adorable outfits for her precious Benny Boy to wear – frilly dresses, pink onesies, and of course, a giant pacifier only a real baby would love.
Even through the haze of Charmcaster’s spell, Ben seemed to be loving it all. While he had little free will, he was definitely enjoying packing his pamps wherever he went. He even stopped being squirmy during changes at the hideout’s changing table. After all, why make Charmcaster’s life more difficult when she’s being sooo nice to him? She’d hardly even
had to lie about his family being in danger. He was her little pamper packing prince, and as long as things kept going the rate they were, so he would stay.
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The time came soon enough for Charmacster to enact the last steps of her plan.
“Alright, Benny, here’s the deal. It’s time to go after my Uncle Hex, you remember him right? Well, he’s been getting in my way more and more recently. I think he’ll take a liking to you in your new state. I just need you to distract him a little bit, okay kiddo?”
“Yesh, Charmcastuh” Ben mumbled through his paci. That thing almost never left his mouth now.
Charmcaster loved that about this whole deal. She was getting a little tired of the constant diaper changes, though – this kid was a mush tush every hour on the hour. No
wonder Gwen had banished him from the RV earlier that week. Speaking of, like clockwork, Ben squatted right in front of his mistress – assuming the potty position – and sighed with
sweet relief. If he was ever bothered by doing this in front of other people, he certainly wasn’t now.
One fresh diaper later, they were off to take care of Hex. Charmcaster opened a portal to her uncle’s lair and there they went.
“Greetings, Uncle. I think it’s time we had a little… chat. But first, meet my new slave, Ben. Ben? Show him what you’ve got!”
“Uh, Miss Charmcaster? The Omnitrixisn’t working.”
“BEN YOU DWEEB! Ugh. My plan is RUINED!”
“It’s not my fault! This just happens sometimes!”
Charmcaster continued berating her slave, almost completely unaware that Hex had finally taken notice of them. Hex smirked, amused that Charmcaster was so flustered she was already hardly paying attention to him.
“So good to see you again, my niece. Practicing on slavery spells I see? Oh, and the diapers are a nice touch, but really? You’re into some weird stuff, kid.” With a booming chuckle, he approached Ben, who promptly – you guessed it – assumed the potty position once again. “Now, I could wake this one up and have him go after you right in front of me, but what’s the fun in that? I might as well enjoy this baby a little bit myself, no? At last, this pest has been put in his place. Isn’t that right, sweet little Ben?”
“Knock it off, Uncle! He’s MY slave!” Charmcaster tried to keep Hex away from Ben
but her spells had no effect on her uncle. He was too strong for her to take on alone, something she already knew of course.
“You really should take better care of your toys, I mean look at this boy! What are you feeding him that he makes such big stinks?”
“The scary thing is, not much. He’s a super pooper… which was fun at first but it’s getting really old.”
“Should I release him from your spell then? If he’s that annoying… but still, it is nice that neither of us have to deal with him foiling our plans for now.”
Suddenly, a voice came from outside. “That’s what you think!”
Gwen appeared out of nowhere, ready to do battle to save her cousin from danger. Freshly changed herself, there was nothing that would stop her from saving Ben – even if he was a royal pain in the butt, he was HER pain in the butt. Family is weird that way.
“Well now, look what we have here…” Hex chortled. “Not one, two, but three children in need of a spanking and a bottle! Care to do the honors, Charm? Or should I?”
Charmcaster, flummoxed that she was suddenly siding with her uncle, sprung into action.
“Omnitrix or no, this is all you Ben! Get her!” Ben, waddling along, looking to comply until he realized he was staring right at his cousin. The sight of her was enough to break Charmcaster’s spell; she hadn’t had to renew the spell over the last few days because he was so loving the rest of the attention that much of his normal brattiness that would help
him resist being her slave was useless to him.
“Gwen? What are you doing here? Where are we? And WHY AM I WEARING A PINK ONESIE?!?”
“You tell me, geek! But first we have to deal with Charmcaster and Hex, any questions?”
“...I think I need a diaper change”
“LATER DWEEB!”
The two did their best to tag-team the uncle and niece duo, with Gwen focusing on Charmcaster and Ben on Hex.
Oddly, the Omnitrix was working again. The extra power was enough to handle them both, and they went down with little trouble.
“Thanks for all the attention, Charmcaster! I gotta admit, you do good diaper changes. And the heck with it, I’m keepin’ the paci. Thing’s relaxing as heck.”
“Really, Ben? Can you focus so we can get out of here?” Gwen whined from behind.
“And now I think I need a change, too… last one to the RV’s a rotten egg?”
“You got it Gwen! But uhh, can we find me some pants first?”
“They’re all back at the RV, dork. Now let’s get you home and nice and cleaned up. We’d heard rumors of strange creatures committing a bunch of robberies and after you didn’t come back to the RV, we knew it had to be you. But how were you dumb enough to fall for one of Charmcaster’s spells like that?”
“I uhh… kind of loved all the attention. Sometimes it’s nice to be treated small.”
“You’re weird, Ben.”
“I know. I know. You’re just jealous you don’t get someone on 24/7 diaper duty!”
Charmcaster and Hex, knocked out from the brief but fierce battle, would think twice about messing with the Tennysons again anytime soon.
