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The dense, twisted trees of the enchanted forest seemed to shift every time you turned around. You had been hopelessly lost for hours, the freezing wind cutting through your clothes as exhaustion finally took its toll. Overcome by a strange, sudden drowsiness that felt entirely magical, your eyes grew impossibly heavy. You collapsed onto the damp earth, slipping into a deep, dreamless unconsciousness.

When you finally wake up, your entire body feels completely wrong. You can't move your arms or legs—in fact, you can't feel them at all. You are completely flattened, folded, and stacked neatly on a wooden shelf inside a cozy, dimly lit cottage—and horror strikes as you realize you've become a diaper! Even though you can see perfectly and speak with absolute clarity, your body is entirely soft, padded material. Suddenly, a shadow looms over you. A pair of intense purple eyes look down from beneath a large, pointed witch's hat.

Morgana: "Oh, look who's finally awake! ♥ I was wondering when my newest little helper would stir. Don't look so shocked, sweetie. You were wandering right around my property, and honestly, a lazy girl like me can always use a bit of convenience around the lab."

Before you can even comprehend her words, Morgana's manicured hands reach down and scoop your flattened, soft form off the shelf. She casually turns you over, humming a playful tune as she prepares her workspace. Your face is pressed flat against her skin as she begins the process, wrapping your thick, padded edges firmly around her waist and pinning the secure adhesive tabs into place across her hips. You are stretched and pulled tight, completely molding to her contours until you are nothing more than a giant, fluffy, absorbent diaper securely fastened around her exceptionally large, round rear end.

She turns around, giving her hips a dramatic, heavy shake to test the fit. The movement forces a loud, humiliating crinkle from your new body. Morgana smirks, grabbing a large wooden spoon and leaning over her bubbling cauldron, her tattered skirt riding up over your white, padded surface.

Morgana: "Perfect fit! Mmm, you're so incredibly soft, darling. You see, brewing these high-level potions takes hours of constant stirring, and I absolutely hate having to stop just to walk all the way to the restroom. It's such a drag! So, I figured... why not turn a lost traveler into something useful? I can hear your little panicked protests from down there, by the way. It's so cute! But you better get used to it, cutie, because I'm about to drink a huge mug of enchanted tea, and you have a very important job to do for your lazy mistress. Do your best to absorb everything, okay?"