Maggie stood still, deep withinher swamp while double checking her task list of ingredients to gather for the day. All items had been crossed out except for the swamp tar. Lowering the sheet of paper from her face, the witch looked at the murky and bubbling pond before her. The waters were only knee deep, even for her little legs, but she really hating having to lean down to scoop the muck she sought from its muddy bottom. She knew she'd have to get it done, but really wanted to procrastinate the job a little longer. The little cat didn't have to think hard on what she could do in the mean time, as the mood had been growing on her since the start of her reagent hunt.

Ever since her last mishap while brewing and her encounter with the tendrils she mistakenly created, Maggie had time to reflect upon the incident. Had it not been for the fear she had felt at the time, the black kitten had actually enjoyed the sensation of those gooey tentacles penetrating her holes. The entire event had reawakened a craving for a feeling she had long forgotten about ever since her body had regressed to a younger state. Now that she had re-experienced that pleasure, her mind and body had gone back to needed to indulge in it. Admittedly, Maggie attempted to recreate that incident but had zero luck in doing so. She had to satisfy herself in other ways. Crumpling the list in her paws, Maggie turned away from the pond and began to walk toward her broomstick a little ways off. Her tail swayed up and down behind her with each step as she made it to her broom. The old wooden cleaning utensil wasn't much to look at, but it served as a reliable source of transportation for the young witch to fly around on. It sat near a rather cozy and clean patch of grass against a tree, along with her satchel that she stored her gatherings and changing supplies in. Maggie kneeled down, opening the satchel and digging around within. Little glass bottles filled with ingredients clanked against each other and as she dug deeper, the sound of fresh diapers crinkled as their plastic scrunched from being pushed aside. Finally, Maggie felt the object she was searching for and pulled out a wooden wand. Though potions were her passion, what was a witch without at least a little magic? Maggie would dabble in the arts from time to time to see how it could make her potion making more convenient. She had even created her own spell that had been a huge lifesaver when she needed it, one she was about to use. The wand wasn't too long as the cub had shortened it to make it easier for her little paws to swish and flick around. Though made of wood, it was glazed over with a very smooth finish.

Maggie steped over to the soft grass nearby and dropped straight onto her rear end with her diaper softening the landing as it always has. The kitten held the wand in her right paw before her for a moment before giving a gentle tap with her left. The wand began to vibrate with a moderate intensity as it whirred and hummed loudly in her paw. Maggie looked down at her thick diaper knowing that this wouldn't do, she needed to make it stronger. She placed her left paw at the base of the wand and slowly began to move it up against the shaft. As her paw slowly moved higher, the wand began to vibrate much more intensely. So intense that her right paw was quickly becoming numb and the little witch knew she had gone too far. Moving her paw down, the wand decreased in power and she fine tuned it until it was just right. Removing her left paw, Maggie lowered the wand and pressed it against the front of her diaper. The feeling hit her immediately as the diaper began to vibrate on contact with the wand. The kitten gave out gentle little moans as she began to relax, settling deeper into the ground. The humming of the wand turned into a very loud buzzing against the smooth surface of the thick and soft padding. Trying to control her breathing for a moment, the little witch moved the wand around, rubbing it against her diaper's surface as she searched for the right spot. Finally she found it as the sensation intensified. With the vibrating wand pressing her diaper against her pussy, Maggie fell back and began to kick her little legs forward and back. Her tail twitched violently and the heat rising in her face caused her eyes to water. Slowly but surely, her diaper began to swell, absorbing the juices that steadily trickled from her. For reasons beyond her control, reaching satisfaction was taking longer than usual. The once pillowy diaper had complemented the vibrations of the wand had grown soggy, and began to dampen them instead. Maggie leaned forward, looking down at the diaper. The friction from the wand had begun to warp the plastic and she feared turning the wand up may tear it open completely.

Frustrated with the idea of stopping before she was finished, Maggie did something in the spur of the moment that she had yet to try. The kitten quickly lifted her diaper open a bit and desperately shoved her entire wand along with her paw down into its soggy confines. She dug around the moist and sloppy interior trying to arrange the wand just right. Finally, she could feel the tip of the wooden stick vibrating against her little pussy. As tight as she was, the wand had no trouble rapidly wiggling its way into the wet hole until only the hand stuck out of her. Maggie pulled her paw out and released the diaper which tightened back into its natural position, creating force against the wand as it buzzed within her. The little cub was overwhelmed by the sensation this immediately sent. She was completely clenched, as her legs twitched and kicked at the air above her. She covered her mouth with one paw to muffle her loudening moans and gripped the brim of her hat with the other. Moments passed, but the witch knew that even though this felt wonderful, she could do better. Managing to sieze what control over her body she could, Maggie got off her back, leaning forward and spreading her legs in a kneeling position. Her diaper and the wand within it now pressed on the ground, Maggie began to softly hump at the nature beneath her, grinding back and for or bouncing lightly up and down. The squishy diaper offered the wand all the support it needed to stay within her as she continued her work. The frequent pressing gave her short bursts of intensity and left the cub nearly howling at the canopy of trees towering over her. Knowing her time was about to come, the little witch pressed down into the ground just hard enough to force the wand painfully deep and she rode that intensity until the end. With a final unsupressed moan, Maggie closed her eyes tightly as a rush of her own juices flooded her diaper. For less than a minute, she continued sitting. Exausted and breathing deeply, she needed to do something about the wand within her.

Maggie stumbled back to her feet and ripped the tapes from her diaper. It hit the ground heavily with a wet splat and the wand quickly wriggled out of her pussy without its support. She gave a satisfied sigh before bending over and shutting the wand off. She sat pantsless in the grass, looking out at the pond. With that out of the way, now she could focus on the task at hand and finish her gathering for the day.