Warning: The following story contains age regression and diapers. If that sounds like a little bit of lovely to you, read on and get your treat! If not, proceed to the next house, which I hear is giving away toothbrushes and Mormon tracts.
At the rate I’m going, I should have this finished by Thanksgiving. Next year.
The emotional energy of Glenda’s victims surged around her like a whirlpool. The witch stood tall, chin lifted, flaxen hair floating amid the gusts, and invited the power in, letting the it surround and permeate, pulling it down into the center of her strength.
Illyana watched the display with growing disgust. This peddler of mediocrity, devouring the pain of her friends to stoke the fires of her magic. But even as the witch’s strength reached an artificially boosted zenith, Illyana turned her attention inward to her own depths. While being aged well beyond her prime, Illyana had managed to tap a