Velma and the Cursed Nursery (Private )

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"Why they are a special set," Dakota claimed. She didn't tell Velma any of this but the mittens were enchanted so that anything she picks up would slip through her hands if they weren't meant for babies. That meant she would only hold things such as rattles, plushies, blocks, and the like. And as for the booties. They'll slip on any surface if Velma tried to stand, which would force her to crawl around, even if her legs got its strength back.

"Why am I doing this?" Dakota asked, "After hundreds of years of my life things get a little boring so I lure lovely girls like you to play with. I know you don't like any of this now but in time you'll learn to love it. In fact, after a few days in cute diapers you'll probably never want to leave." Dakota carried Velma towards the door, the whole thing unlocking and opening on its own with a snap of her fingers. "Now, let's get something for you to drink," she smiled.

Velma shrugged, knowing she couldnt escape at this point. No point in even trying to either. She just held onto Dakota as she was carried. Velma relaxed more and more, slowly coming to find her clothes and diaper quite enjoyable and comfy. However she wouldnt dare admit it right now. "Im going to assume that what i can eat and drink is limited to what...a baby eats and drinks?" She asked.

After some thought Velma decided to give this whole babying thing a try. However there were a few things she was hesitant about. Using her diapers was number 1, vocab was number 2. "So do i have any rules i have to follow?" She asked.

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Dakota giggled as she gave Velma some butt pats. "That's right," she confirmed, "You will only be eating baby food and drinking from bottles from this point onward." Once she arrived at the kitchen the witch set the baby auburn down on her padded tush, knowing she wouldn't be going far in her new attire. Though she had a feeling that Velma probably wouldn't choose to go anywhere at the moment.

"Yes, there are rules you must follow," Dakota added, "And one of them was about food and drink that I just mentioned but there are more. Much more." She opened the fridge and got out some milk, heading for the cupboard and opening it up to show a bunch of baby bottles. "Another rule is that your diaper is your toilet, no exceptions," she stated, "And don't demand any changes, either. It's my job to decide whether you need one or not."

Velma blushed upon hearing what Dakota said. She sat on her padded rump and watched the witch prepare her food. "What...what other rules are there for me to follow?" She asked. Velma was curious as to how far the witch would take her babying. She crossed her arms and just watched Dakota, listening to every word she said.

Velmas blush got worse when she heard about using her diaper. "D...dakota i am NOT using this!" She fussed. "It'll already be bad enough if i pee in this! I am not messing myself!" She added. Velma pouted and gave Dakota a dirty look. "You cant make me use these!" She said. "I can and will use the bathroom like a normal adult!" She added.

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"Well there are other rules, yes," Dakota answered, pouring in some milk right into the bottle until it was completely full. Then she screwed the lid on tight and put the milk back into the fridge. "And that other rule being that I can dress you in any way I desire," she smirked, facing Velma, "As you can already tell. Oh, and if mommy requests it you your vocabulary will be limited to plain, cute baby talk."

She picked Velma back up and carried her to the living room. Sitting down on a couch she had the auburn in her lap as she placed the nipple of the bottle onto Velma's mouth. "Oh they'll be used," she assured, "And I am sure that you won't be able to get the diaper off yourself, either." Although Velma probably hadn't realized it yet everything in that nursery was enchanted. The moment that women entered that room her fate was already sealed, including the magic diapers that only Dakota and Dakota alone can remove.

"Now be a good girl and drink up," she ordered, "After your bottle it's off to bed for you, little one."

Velmas blush became much worse as she learned more about her fate. "You...you cant force me to use my diapers!" She said. "And i am NOT calling you 'mommy' at all!" She fussed. Velma let out a squeak as she was picked up again. Once again she held onto Dakota. Her blush returned as she was placed onto dakotas lap to be bottle fed. The investigator was about to say something when the nipple was placed in her mouth. "Hey- mmmmph!!" She said.

Velma found the nipple to be soothing and soon she started to drink from her bottle. She gently suckled on the nipple and relaxed. As she drank her eyes became heavier and heavier. Eventually she finished her bottle and her eyes were shut. "That....that was pretty good milk, Dakota." Velma said. She opened her eyes and looked up at the witch.

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Dakota held the bottle in place the entire time. The milk was very sweet and was specially brewed to calm anyone who would suckle it down. This would quell any anger that Velma would have over her situation for a good while. "Now, now, mommy is being nice to you," Dakota smiled, "I would've just spiked the bottle before giving it to you. Now, just be a good girl and let all of those mean thoughts go away."

Once the bottle was emptied she took it out of Velma's mouth and set it on the coffee table. She looked into Velma's eyes for a few seconds before brining the woman over her shoulder again. Now, Dakota was patting the investigator's back, knowing the one other effect the milk would have. It would make Velma a bit gassy. "Thank you," she smiled, "You can say it's a special brew of mine."

Velma couldnt help but smile and come to enjoy Dakotas affection. She also began to enjoy her soothing sweet voice. "I still refuse to refer to you as my 'mommy', dakota." She said. When Velma was placed over Dakotas shoulder she eeped again. Her blush became worse as Dakota patted her back. "Dakota this isnt going to work stop trying to burp me!" Velma calmly fussed.

However she was proven very wrong a few moment later. Velma burped due to Dakota patting her back. When that happened Velma hid her face and whined. "I cant believe that happened..." She fussed. Velma just held onto Dakota and waited for the back pats to be over. As much as she didnt want to burp, a few more came out thanks to Dakota.

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Dakota was amused that Velma was still being defiant despite being completely under her control. Perhaps this woman wouldn't be so boring after all. "Oh, we'll see about that," she said, "We have all the time we need before you learn to accept your fate." Then came the first burp, which brought a smile to the woman's face as few more came out. "There we go," she smirked, the back pats ceasing as Dakota held Velma up into the air.

"Oh anything is believable with magic, darling," Dakota stated, standing up and holding tightly onto Velma as they made their way back to the stairs, "Now enough chit-chat. I believe it's time for a certain someone to go to bed." She slowly made her way up the steps, patting Velma's crinkly butt the whole trek. At the top of the steps and back in the nursery she carried Velma to the crib and set her down on her diapered rear.

Velma whined and fussed as she was carried back to the nursery. "But Dakota i am not even tired!" She calmly fussed. Velma had no clue how special her crib was. Once she was placed in she tried to climb out. However she didnt make it very far and eventually slid down the pars onto her crinkly rear. She let out a defeated sigh.

Velma decided to give naptime a try. She knew for a fact she was trapped here with no way out. Maybe she didnt want out for a while. It was lovely having someone take care of her. Velma took her glasses off and handed them to dakota. "I dont sleep with my glasses on. Can you put these somewhere safe?" She asked. Velma sat there and looked up at the blur that was Dakota.