Far within a dank swamp lived a witch named Maggie. Her property consisted of a cozy home and across from it, a large shack in which she did her work. She enjoyed the solitude of the swamp and it was easy to find the ingredients she shought within it. As for the witch herself, Maggie was quite an innovator. She delighted in brewing potions, but she didn't merely follow a recipe book and sell her results off to common people. She prefered to try and create new brews that the world had never yet seen. Because of this, her work was prone to many incidents and she had the hang of treating the consequences. Despite this, there were a few obvious side effects she had no success of removing and no longer felt was worth her time dealing with. First, was an incident had changed her form to that of a bipedal black cat. She quickly grew fond of this fuzzy, black form and it didn't hinder her work in any way so she simply stuck with it. Next, and attempt to create a youth potion had a partial success. The potion shaved far too many years off her age and she found she stood nowhere near as tall she did previously, so her house gained quite a few stepladders. The third incident she couldn't treat lead to her own incontinence, and so she had become dependant on diapers to prevent messes in her home and work space. So she was the world's only kitten witch, standing just a few feet tall. Despite her black fur, a head of orange hair protruded from her scalp hanging down to her ears. She wore a typical witch's outfit, a black hat with a purple trimmed rim. Holes allowed her ears to protude from the tope of her head out of the hat. Her top was a simple black long sleeved shirt with a purple ribbon around the neck and a buckled belt around her waist. She had long since ditched her usual skirts in favor of a black and silky tutu skirt. In contrast to the rest of her outfit, a thick, white diaper was visible through the skirt. It offered the skirt itself a level of support, allowing it to float outwards a bit rather than hang down. She no longer wore and leg or footwear, walking on a bare set of paws and leaving her legs exposed.

Maggie was working away the night, vigorously stirring a cauldron of what she hoped would become a love potion. She stood on a stool that allowed her to reach the opening of the cauldron. On either side of her was two end tables covered in various bottles and ingredients. Within the cauldron was a thick and bright green concontion that bubbled violently as she stirred. Letting go of the oar she stirred with, she reached to her left to grab one of the bottles. Her clumsiness had gotten the best of her and she fumbled, dropping the bottle which rolled into her foot on the stool. Maggie bent over to pick it up, but upon doing so, knocked several other bottles on the opposing table over with her padded toosh. Before she could curse her inability to take her thick undergarment into account, her fur all over stood in shock as she heard a splash. She stood back straight, looking nervously into the cauldron and at the table, which was clearly missing a few ingredients. She couldn't even figure out what fell into the cauldron before a large bubble began to expand from the surface of the green goop within. Bigger and bigger it grew, threatening to reach the ceiling of the shack. Maggie stared at the massive green bubble in horror for a moment before closing her eyes and covering her head for what was to come. The bubble finally gave an audible pop, releasing a gust of air that pushed Maggie's stool over. She fell on the floor, cushioning her fall with her butt. She reopened her eyes to see that the room had filled with a green smoke. Making an attempt to get back on heer feet, Maggie's legs wiggle weakly beneath her as she fell back onto her bum with a crinkle. Looking at the floor before her, Maggie was about to plan her next move when she noticed a bright green fluid dripping from above her vision. The little witch looked up, her mouth opening her eyes widened in shock.

Slowly wiggling in the air were three goopy tendrils. They protruded from the cauldron and were making their way towards Maggie. She scooted away, towards the back wall of the shack but in her state she'd never make it to the exit. She had many failures with her potion making but she had never seen or even heard of something like this. The slimy tentacles continued their way towards the kitten and she could only watch them as they got closer, dripping the green goo as they went. Though she tried her best to keep calm, her body had other plans as she felt the rush of warm liquid the accompanied her emptying bladder. Having been clean for quite some time, a generous amount of pee continued to escape. The once fluffy texture of her diaper quickly became slick and soggy as she could feel it swelling between her legs. The tendrils were finally in reach and in a movement much quicker than they previously showed, two of them wrapped around her waist. Her arms were also caught in them them, now firmly bound against her body. The third tendril wrapped around her head, gagging her mouth but still allowing air throughout her nose. She attempted to sink her sharp teeth into it, but it was no use. It felt rubbery to the touch and would not be penetrated. Several more desperate bites later, she gave up realizing there was nothing she could do but wait out whatever was going to happen. The ends of the two tentacles wrapped around her body had been exploring around her lower region, as if searching for something. Having slithered and snaked their way downward, one had gained entrance into her padding from the front of the waist, and the other, a leghole. Watching her diaper shift around with every movement of the strange creature, Maggie was sure she knew what was about to happen. Within her diaper, the tendrils tickled away at her pussy and anus, seemingly excited but what they've found. With zero effort, she felt both her holes being invaded.

Her heart rate skyrocketed and air rushed in and out of her nose as the tenticles pushed in and out of her. Rythmatically, as one pulled out of her vagina the other would thrust into her butthole. Back and forth they maintained the rythm taking turns going in and out. They began to speed up as the minutes came by. The only sound to be heard was the audible smacking of tentacles against fleshy holes. Maggie, unable to stop anything, could only lie there kicking her little legs and releasing muffled moans from her gagged mouth. As the assult on her continued, she wondered how long this was going to last. Would this thing ever let her go or would she spend the rest of her days being violated? For the first time she began to notice, the rythm of the creature had began to slow down. Finally it came to a stop and she could feel it: The tendrils expanding and contracting inside of her, a warm substance releasing from them into her body. She stopped kicking at the air, her legs stiffening from the feeling. Once the tendrils stopped excreting whatever subtsance they contained into Maggie's body, they evaporated into a green mist which quickly faded away. Maggie was now free.

She continued laying down for a moment, exausted. Finally, she struggled back to her feet which still trembled weakly, but now she could actually stand. She calmed herself down. It was probably the worst incidident she suffered with her potion making, but like any other she couldn't let it get to her. She straightened her hat and brushed her clothes off. The goop that had dripped from the creature seemed to have evaporated with it, but she could still feel whatever substance was inside her. It didn't take long for the contents in her rear end to make their exit. She dropped to her knees as her behind groaned. A rush of the gooey substance splurted from her tail hole as her diaper beacme noticeably heavier. Maggie picked herself back up, having had enough potion making for the evening. She extinguished the fire under the cauldron and walked her way back to the house from the shack. She was unable to tell if the stench in the air was the swamp air or her. She readied herself a bath and out on her favorite night gown after washing the evening's work out of her fur. Despite the rough ending, she was able to have a relaxing night lounged in her window with a book. Though she continued oozing the mysterious green substance from her front end, it didn't seem to have any effect and she knew it would run out eventually. Maggie would just have to give her love potion a better shot tomorrow.