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Being Babied By Theo Winters

Written for Zyxxs

Grug hunkered down behind an empty market stall, trying to make himself as small as he could while pressing between the stall and the wall of the building. It wasn't that easy, he was an orc in a Elven city so everything was far too small for him. It made blending in hard and it made hiding from the city guards even harder. He tried to make himself vanish in his hiding spot, hoping the moonless light would help hide him. It wasn't easy, but the large gem tucked away in the leather bag at his hip was a great incentive to stay out of view.

Looking under the stall he was pleased to see a small tarp, he grabbed it and threw it over his head.

It wasn't a moment too soon as seconds later the city guards plowed down the narrow street, torches held high as they searched for him. He held his breath as they rushed right past him, only one glancing in his direction, but they didn't see a thing. The silly elves could see fantastically during the day but at night they were hard up to find anything. They were the worst guards he had encountered, but if they caught him he would still go to the stockade.

He waited a few moments after the guards had disappeared around the corner then stood up and started to stroll back down the street and towards the old section of town. He hunched over as he walked and tried to whistle, though it didn't sound very good around his tusks. He was trying to act as innocent as possible which was not an easy trick as he was probably the only orc in town. Not that he was planning to stay in town much longer. It was for the best if he vanished for a very long time.

There was a way out of the city in the slums of the old-quarter, it went past the guards and the wall before coming out on the downstream side of the river. It was a tight fit for a man like him, but it would allow him to keep the gem he had stolen from the clock tower in the center of town. It was a relic of the First Empire, and imbued with enough magic that even a slightly unethical wizard would pay a small fortune for it. The city wouldn't even miss it; they were using it to power a clock.

Grug chuckled to himself as entered into the older part of the town, carefully stepping around the garbage in the streets as well as the dredges of the elf society. He casually walked into an old square that had once been the center of town. Most of the buildings were crumbling or collapsed. Large stone blocks littered the ground and mingled with the moss and a layer of trash. At the center of the square was what had once been a large fountain but the statue that had been the center piece had been pulled down centuries ago and water hadn't flowed through it in twice that time. It existed as only a landmark on his way out of the city.

He was surprised when a light flared behind the remains of the fountain and a guard stepped into view with a smirk across his face. "Why am I not surprised to find you here?" he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

The orc was not about to stand around to listen to what the guard had to say. He spun around--his long hair flying across his back--and rushed down the nearest street. Unfortunately he didn't get very far. One of the buildings had partially collapsed across the narrow thoroughfare, blocking the way. It was too high to climb over, not with the guard following him, but half way up the stones and moss was a broken window into the intact building.

He scrambled up the debris, his large boots digging into the stones and sending them cascading down behind him. The window was smaller than it looked but he was able to force his way inside, scrambling through it just as the guard reached the pile.

Grug was going to need more to get away from the guard, but for now it give him a bit of a head start. He rushed deeper into the building, pushing through a number of spider webs and ducking under a half rotten ceiling joists that were sagging into the hallway. As he stood back up, he spun around and hit the joist with his considerable strength. The wood splintered under his fist and started to creek. He didn't stay around to watch the destruction, instead he rushed down a small hallway and through a half open door. A few moments later the beam broke apart with a deep snap, the building shuttering as the stone ceiling came down, blocking the way back.

Pleased with himself, he moved deeper into the building, easily seeing in the near pitch blackness. The building was filled with a deep musty smell of mold and stagnant water... among other things. There was also a hint of fresh air mixed with the bad air, leading him through the ruined structure. He followed it into a narrow hallway which was low enough that he had to crouch to keep his head from hitting the ceiling. The floor was littered with dirt and dead plants, the style of the stone was changing from large mismatched blocks to smaller carefully carved stones.

The hallway came to an end at large open round room fill with dirt and broken crates; spider webs lined the walls and hanging from the vaulted ceilings while a thick layer of dust had collected at the base of the walls. The walls of the room were lined with shelves that were filled with that looked like toys, but the layer of dust was so thick he couldn't be sure. There were three other doors into the room, but they were all closed and a quick investigation showed that they were locked tight. The only other exit were a number of smalls windows lining the top of the walls, each of which were too small for him to even think about getting through. It was a dead end.

He tried the doors again, throwing his weight behind them to try and get them to break but they didn't budge. Apparently they were better constructed then much of the rest of the buildings in the old parts of town. He flipped over one of the crates and sat down on top of it. Taking in a long breath, he tried to catch the fresh air again but it seemed to be all around him now. It might have been leaking in through the windows. It was a good place to hide out for maybe a day, but that was a huge risk. It was either that or head back.

Both ideas were weighing on his mind when he noticed that the room was getting lighter. A number of small mage gems in the ceiling had started to glow with a dull light. It wasn't much, and all it did was allow him to see just how dirty the room was, but it made him worry.

Then without warning the sack with the gem was yanked upwards, forcing him to his feet. There was nothing attached to the bag but it was straining as it was pulled towards the ceiling, the shape of the gem clearly outline through the material. He reached out to grab the bag but he wasn't fast enough as the side tore open and the gem flew out of it like a cannon shot. It rushed upwards to the center of the vaulted ceiling. As it rose up the lights grew brighter, until the room was glowing like it was midday.

The gem came to rest in a mount at the highest point of the ceiling and snapped into place with an odd popping sound. The lights of the room flared as the magic in the gem was drawn into the dormant spells. Whatever the place had been it had been made by some fairly powerful mages, they had to be if there spells were still intact after so long.

Grug let out a long groan and rubbed the side of his head. He had put in so much work to collect the powerful stone and he wasn't going to let some old spells in an abandoned building steal it from him. He leapt into the air, trying to grab at the stone, but he couldn't jump high enough to reach onto it. It hung there, just out of reach, taunting him.

"Damn it," he grunted, trying a second jump, but his fingers never came even close to the stone. He searched around the crates, trying to find one that he could stand on, but they were light and very rickety. He tried to stand on one anyways, but the moment he put his weight on it is collapsed under him.

As he was pondering what he was going to do next, one of the locked doors swung open and a wave of fresh air rolled into the room. He quickly dove down behind some of the crates, not that it did anything to hide him, and waited for someone to come into the room... but no one did. Carefully he got back up and moved to the open door, sticking his head through it. Unlike the rest of the building this room was clean other than a layer of dust over everything. Shelves lined all the walls, one was filled with stacks of folded towels while the rest had fabrics of various colors on them. A tall table stood at the center of the room, drawers filling the space under it. It was the perfect thing to climb onto to get at the gem, and it was also too large to get through the door without breaking it into pieces.

Grug stepped back into the round room as another door swung open. This time he didn't wait to see if anyone would come through; he just looked inside. This one was filled with a number of small beds in the strange half moon shape that the elves seemed to love. They were too small for anyone to sleep in, but he might be able to stack them up and get to the gem.

"What was this place?" he asked as he walked over to the last closed door which opened at his approach. This room was filled with... toys? That was all they could be, toys. Blocks and dolls of all shapes and sizes, all of them stacked and ordered in the most careful of ways. It was so exact and tidy, and like the other room, it was free of everything but dust.

He stepped back into the center room, quickly deciding that he had to get out of the crazy place before the light attracted the attention of the city guard. He moved into the room with the beds, grabbing one and dragging it out into the main room. It was heavier than he had expected it to be and it was tricky to get through the doorway. He threw the bed down in the center of the room and after a moment of thought turned back to collect a second one, but as he started back towards the door it slammed closed in his face.

"Come on," he growled, grabbing the handle of the door and twisted it but it wouldn't budge. He shoved the door again and then threw himself against it, but instead of giving the other doors closed as well. It seemed like the one bed was all he was going to get.

Grabbing the bed he pulled it into the center of the room. It only gave him a small increase in height but it might be enough to let him grab the gem. Once the bed was lined up he stepped onto it, his boots sinking into the soft surface. He leapt into the air again, getting tantalizingly close to his goal, his finger tips almost brushing over the surface of the stone. All he needed was one good jump and he should be able to grab onto it, but that wasn't going to happen.

Instead of falling back down onto the bed he found himself held in midair. Grug had just enough time to realize something was wrong before he was yanked across the room and into the first door, which opened for him before slamming closed in his wake. The movement was quick, he really didn't have to time to register it until it was over, but strangely he didn't feel any of it, it was like he was standing still the whole time.

The magic, for what else could it be, held him tightly in the air as unseen hands started to brush away the thick dust from the top of the large table. As soon as it was cleaned one of the towels was unfolded and draped over the wooden surface. The magical hands smoothed out the towel and then lowered him down to the table, turning him so he came to rest on his back. The wood of the table creaked under him, but held his weight. As large as the table was, it wasn't big enough for him and his thick legs were hanging off the end of it.

As soon as he felt the magic relax around him he moved to get up, but the moment he did the power came back twice as strong, pinning him in place.

"Someone has been very naughty," a female voice said, the words echoing through the room. It sounded like a young elf woman, her speech clipped and with the accent of the First Empire. There wasn't any visible source to the voice but it sounded like it was standing right above him. Invisible hands started to stroke over his clothing and trough his long hair, teasing the thick strands for a few moments before suddenly it grabbed his hips and lifted his ass up and grabbing at it.

"Hey!" he called out, trying to fight against the magic but all he could do was squirm.

The voice tisked in annoyance. "Don't be fussy my dear, I will take care of you," the voice said as the invisible hands started to work open the laces of his shirt and then pulled it free of his belt. The moment it was loose the hands pulled it off of him, revealing his broad chest and the thick mat of black hair that covered his green skin.

"Aren't you a cutie," the voice said in a patronizing tone as the magic started to work off his boots, pulling each one of them off one at a time and letting them fall to the floor... but oddly he never heard them land. After that the hands started to work off his pants, opening the leather laces and belt before pulling them off of his legs.

Grug growled and strained against the magic, pissed that he was laying on this table in nothing but a loin cloth. "Let me go!" he bellowed out. The power seemed to give a little bit, allowing him to twist his body to the side.

This seemed to bother the voice as he felt a hand pressing down on his chest and pinning his back against the table. He strained against it, but it just didn't give. "Don't squirm dear," she said in a patronizing tone as her other hand grabbed at his loin cloth and pulled it free from his body. "Oh, this will never do," she said as she pulled the cloth away.

"Give me that!" he cried out, trying to grab the loin cloth as it was pulled away but a second later he brought them down to cover himself. As he wasn't fighting the magic let him preserve a little bit of his modesty but that was the limit of what he could do.

The voice laughed and pinched his cheek. "Oh, that's so cute! But you don't have to hide around me dear." The magical hand reached down to grab his hands and pulled them away from his crotch. He struggled to keep them in place but the magic easily over-powered him.

"Now that we have those dirty things off of you, let's get you properly dressed," she said with a laugh as a number of things started to float out from the shelves along the walls. "We're going to make you a handsome boy."

"I'm not a boy," the orc snapped.

That seemed to give the voice some pause before letting out what almost sounded like a sigh. Some of the floating cloth was returned to the shelves and other pieces were pulled free. The hands slid down to his hips, grabbing them and lifting his ass off the table, holding it firmly in place. A white bundle of cloth floated over and started to unfold just out of his view. Grug struggled to try and see it, but all he could catch was flashed of the fabric before it was slid onto the table under him. A moment later something cold and dry and dashed across his rump... it almost felt like a handful of dust.

The hands lowered his ass back down to the table then grabbed the material started to wrap it around him, pulling it up between his legs and around his hips. It was a snug fit, the fabric pressing tightly against him. It was an odd feeling, it wasn't like his loin cloth or his pants but something else entirely. He lifted his head, trying to see what it was but he couldn't quite see it before the hands grabbed at him again and started to lift him into a sitting position.

There was something in the air, like motes of dust dancing around in front of him. It almost looked like the outline of someone, but he couldn't really make out what it might be. It moved around, the cloth floating about the silhouette as it seemed to inspect each one before finally picking out a bundle of red. The rest of the cloth was returned to the shelves.

"Now just hold still dear," the voice said as the dust motes reached out and lifted his hands up above his head. He tried to pull them back down but the hands didn't left go even as the red cloth was unfolded and brought over his head.

Grug looked up at it, not sure what to make of it. Before he could voice an objection the cloth was pulled down over his head and arms. It covered his face for a few moments as the tips of his tusks dug into the fabric, but with a little manhandling by the magic his head popped free.

The clothing settled around his body, collecting in his lap and around the table. He looked down at it just as a matching belt was pulled around his waist, pulled tight and quickly tied into a bow. The magic let go of his arms, allowing him to drop them to his side and grab at the red clothing. With a worried face he realized that it wasn't just clothing it was... it was a dress!

"Hey, you can't put me in this," he protested, grabbing the hem of the dress and trying to pull it off.

The silhouette reached out and gave his hand a sharp smack, making him let go. "No, you do not get to run around naked like some savage!" the voice scolded then rapped his other hand for good measure. The magical hands quickly brushed down the dress over his legs and let out a pleased sound. "Aren't you the prettiest thing, but we must do something with your hair," it said, the silhouette running an outline of a hand though his thick hair.

Grug tried to twist away, but the magic seemed to be ready for his struggling. It settled down onto his shoulders and held him in place. The silhouette opened a drawer under the table and picked up a hairbrush, using it to brush through his long hair. It wasn't the nicest feeling as the brush kept getting caught, pulling his head back or to the side and making him yelp.

This didn't seem to bother the silhouette in the least, it just kept brushing his hair. The pain wasn't that bad, it was just because of how thick it was. He had always been proud of his hair and took a great deal of pride in how good it looked. Most orcs had short cut hair or dirty mops of matted mess, but he made sure to keep his clean, though apparently it wasn't very well brushed.

After half an hour the silhouette finally set the brush to the side, but she wasn't done with his hair, not yet. She started to gather his hair up in her phantom hands and divided it into two tails, one on each side of his head. A pair of small leather straps were pulled from the drawer and one was wrapped around the bundle of hair on the left side of his head. The silhouette started to divide the second bundle, portioning it out into three parts and then began to braid them.

All the orc could do was sit and watch as his hair was done up into the two long pigtails, each one dancing over his shoulders once the ends were tied off. It was the mostly girly his hair had ever looked, but then again everything about him looked girly at the moment.

"Now don't you look like a pretty girl," the voice said as her ghost like hands stroked over his face and chin. The silhouette had started to take on more of a shape, the glowing outline of a body visible in the floating dust. He wasn't surprised to see that it was an elf and had the tall thin look of the First Empire. The shape seemed to blur and smear every time she moved, so it was hard to really see anything more about her.

"I'm not a girl," he growled.

The image tisked and ran her hands over his head. "It's late for you my dear, we need to get you tucked in and ready for bed," she said then reached down and picked him up easily in her ghostly arms, lifting him to the air and holding him to the glow of her chest. There was a feeling of mass to it, like he was being held against a real person... even if it was a person he outweighed by at least 300 pounds.

Grug was carried out of the dressing room and through the main room. The bed was still lying where he left it, taunting him as he was carried past. He twisted in the grip of the magic, trying to get free but it was as effective as everything he had done. He was simply trapped.

They entered the room with the beds and that seemed to bring the magical construct up short. She looked at the bed then at orc in her arms. She flicked out one hand and four of the half-moon beds slid together to make something big enough for him. Gently the elf set him down on the beds, each one creaking as they took his weight but held him in place.

"There you go, all ready for bed," she said with a giggle and touched the tip of his nose. With another flick of her hand she pulled a large blanket over and she draped it over him. It didn't do much to cover him but it seemed to satisfy the magic. "Now be a good girl and go to sleep. Your mother will be here in the morning."

All Grug did was to let out a sigh.

The elf nursemaid nodded her head and walked out of the room, the glowing crystals fading away as she left. For a moment he felt the magic leave him, allowing him some freedom of motion. He threw the blanket off and sat up on the beds, reaching for the bow on the dress but before he could pull it free he felt a wave of tiredness come crashing down on him. Unbidden he let out a huge yawn and dropped his hands into his lap.

He struggled to stay awake as the sleep spell pressed down onto him, trying to force him into slumber but it was too powerful. In only a matter of moments he found himself falling back onto the beds as his eyes closed. The beds bounced and creaked as he landed on them but they still held and moments later he let out a long snore as he feel into a deep magical sleep.

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Grug woke up with a snort, his head lifting up from the pillow as the world came back into focus. Sunlight was streaming in through the high windows, bathing the room in the warm light and making the pure white walls look bright and clean. He pulled himself back up to a sitting position and rubbed the side of his face. He felt odd, like he had been run over by a carriage but he was finally free to move on his own.

He pushed himself off the beds and placed his bare feet on the stone floor. He had expected it to be cold but instead it was pleasantly warm. Quickly he looked around the room, searching for the magical nursemaid, but there was no sign of her. The orc leapt to his feet and reached behind his back, grabbing at the bow that tied the best in place but it stayed just out of reach. He strained as hard as he could, twisting his body but he just couldn't reach, his finger tips just brushing over the bow.

"Damn," he muttered and tried pulling the dress off but with the closed belt he couldn't quite pull it free. He spent a moment looking around the room, trying to find something he could use to cut the fabric with but he couldn't see anything with a sharp edge. He did notice that much of the dust had gone from the room, having been carefully swept and collected into piles in the corner of the room.

He took a step towards the door, then came to a stop. The cloth he had been wrapped in was incredibly thick and pressed up between his legs. It forced them apart enough that he found himself waddling with each step he took. Reaching under the dress he grabbed at the cloth, trying to unbunch it from where it had bound up, but he couldn't get it free. Pressing his hands up higher he tried to get to the knot on the cloth, but it seemed to always be just out of reach. On the other hand he could feel the thick cloth all over and with a sinking feeling he realizing that it wasn't bunched up between his legs but it was padding.

He wasn't wearing a loin cloth, but a diaper!

Grug pressed his hands against his face and let out a long growl, this was just another humiliation for him. Trapped in some sort of magical nursery and dressed like a little girl. It was almost too much for him to bear. Taking in a Deep breath he tried to compose himself, he had to focus on getting the gem and getting out, he couldn't worry about what he was wearing.

Carefully he moved through the room and towards the one door out. It was closed but it didn't resist when he pulled on the handle. He slowly opened it and looked out into the main room. Once again this room had been cleaned, the crates and debris having been collected in a large pile near the entrance. A sharp piece of wood jutted out from the top of the pile, it was just the sort of thing he was looking for.

He pulled the door open wide enough that he could slip through, though with his size it was nearly the same as opening it completely. He rushed across the room as fast as he could in the thick diaper, his large feet slapping on the floor and dropped to his knees at the pile. With one hand he picked up the sharp piece of wood and with the other he pulled the belt away from his body, giving him enough room to cut it.

With a wide smirk he shoved the wood into the belt, watching it go right through the material. His smirk grew a bit wider as he started to saw at the material, but instead of tearing it the wood just slipped down the length of it and came free. Worse still the material was unharmed.

"Is this some sort of joke?" he asked, pressing the wood to fabric of the dress, but it went through harmlessly, like it wasn't even there. He tightened his grip on the pieces of wood and tried it again but nothing changed. Out of frustration he lifted the wood up, looking intently at it like he could will it into being a weapon. He reached up and touched the broken end with the tip of his finger... and his finger passed through it as well.

With a cry of anger he threw the broken wood across the room. It hit the far wall and shattered, sending splitters all over the room. He tried to pick up one of the small pieces but he couldn't even grab it anymore.

Grug stood back up and lifted his head to glare at the gem in the ceiling. "This isn't worth what I'm getting paid," he said. Deciding to cut his losses he headed towards the narrow hallway that had led him into the horrible place. He was half expecting the way to slam closed in front of him, but it didn't. He was able to easily step out of the room, but the moment his foot came down into the hallway he felt the magic grabbing him again. It pulled him back into the chamber and away from the door. It let him go when he was in the center of the room.

Getting more and more angry, he ran his hands through his hair, grunting when he encountered the pigtails. He pulled at them for a few moments then shook his head and letting them go. It wasn't worth trying to undo them, the straps probably wouldn't come free anyways. The only way out was to get the gem free and that was going to be tricky. Well if he wanted to keep the gem intact there was other ways to disable it if he didn't care about being paid, and the last was the last thing on his mind. All he wanted to do was get out before the city guards discovered him, he didn't want to be escorted to the stockade in a dress!

The fixture the gem was in looked old, it would possible to knock it free. The gem would be destroyed but it would be enough to get him out. It would take a sold hit to get it free, more of a hit then any of the debris would offer. He needed something with heft behind it but also something he could throw. That left very few choices and the one that came to mind was his boots.

He went up to the door to the changing room, it wasn't closed and didn't slam shut when he approached. Stepping inside he started to look around, trying to find where his clothing had been put. There wasn't any obvious sign of it but the room had been cleaned like the rest. Moving to the first shelf he grabbed the folded towels and pulled them to the floor but found nothing. He started going along each shelf, emptying it out in search of his missing clothing, but it seemed like time after time he came up empty.

The orc cleared every shelf in the room, piling up the contents on the floor. There were so many different items, from dressed and pants to fresh diapers and even cloth booties. They were all too small for him but he suspected the magic made them fit. Once he was done with the shelves he turned to drawers under the table, but before he could reach it he heard a gasp from the doorway.

Spinning around he found himself facing the magical nursemaid. She was looked real now, her body and clothing made out of a glowing blue light. She was a tall elf female with long pointed ears, very much the sort of elf that had built the First Empire. Her clothing was just as old fashioned, with a dress hung down to the floor and lots of frills and ribbons. She had a look of horror on her face a delicate hand to her face. "What are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, Instead he just started pulling open the drawers. The ghostly nanny wasn't going to put up with that, moving over to him in an instant and grabbing his wrists. She pulled him back away from the table and almost throwing him to the ground. He didn't land, as soon as his feet left the ground he found himself floating in the air.

"You have been a very naughty girl!" she said, anger on her face as she looked down at him. "You are going into time out until your mother gets here."

"My mother isn't coming," he snapped at her, struggling to try and get free of the magic, but it was as useless as before.

The nurse shook her head. "Of course she is, now come with me," she said and started out of the room, pulling him along after her. Grug floated along and into the main room, watching as the clothing started to refold itself in their wake. She took him through the main room and into the third room, the shelves lined with old toys. She dropped him in the corner of the room, letting him land on his padded ass.

"You are going to sit here and be good," she elf said, wagging her finger at him.

"Hardly," he muttered under his breath, folding his legs up under himself and his skirt. He sat and glared at her, crossing his arm across his chest, trying to stare her down. The magical construct didn't seem to notice, instead she turned and started to walk away before suddenly stopping and turning back to face him. "Oh, you just woke up, you must need changing," she said her demeanor changing in a moment.

Grug pressed back against the corner he was in. "No, I'm fine," he said, trying to keep her away. He did actually have to go to the bathroom, but there was no way he was going to make a mess of himself like that. He was a grown orc, damn it!

"I will be the one who decides that," she said, reaching out and gently grabbing him, lifting him with ease. She spun him around in place and reached out to feel his ass, pressing her hands all around and making sure everything was clean. It quickly became the most embarrassing thing that had happened to him in the last day, and that was turning out be a long list.

Once the elf was satisfied that he was clean she set him back down in the corner. "Now you just sit there, and I'll get you once your mother arrives, okay?" she said, then reached out and pinched his cheeks. With a smile she turned and left the room, a glow of magic trailing in her wake.

He slumped down in the corner, crossing his legs and dropping his hands into his lap as he looked around the room. He had forgotten about the toys, they were all of different shapes and sizes, including a few large toys made out of wood. With a smile he realized they would be perfect to break the gem free of the mounts.

With a self assured chuckle he started to stand up, but after a few inches his head smacked into something. He dropped back to the floor and rubbed the top of the head while looking above him. There wasn't anything thing. He reached up with one hand until it pressed into a magical barrier. Reaching out, he wasn't at all surprised when he found more of it in front of him. Apparently the nursemaid wasn't fooling around when she said that he was in timeout.

The large orc crossed his arms and slumped back into the corner with a huff. All he could do now was wait until the elf finally decided to let him free. She couldn't hold him in timeout forever and it wasn't as if his mother was going to arrive to save him. For now he bided his time, his eyes turning to focus on a large wooden horse. Once he got his hands on that he knew he could finally get himself free of this madhouse.

Time passed slowly as he waited for the construct to free him, there was nothing to do except just stare at the toys and wait. Even minute seemed to take an hour, or maybe it was ever hour seemed to take a minute. Without any visible windows it was hard to measure the passage of time. Soon his body started to complain, his legs cramping up from how he was sitting and his stomach started to protest not having eaten since noon the day before.

Grug didn't let it distract him, he just sat there and focused on the toy horse. He knew exactly what he was going to do with it: throw it at the gem and shatter the accursed thing! It was a simple plan, all he had to do was get free from timeout.

Finally the nursemaid returned. She looked almost real now, her skin taking on a pale white color as her hair became pure black. The only thing that showed her magical nature was the soft blue glow around her body and the fact that her feet hovered just above the floor. She bent down to look at him, a frown on her thin lips. "Oh, someone is hungry," she said as his belly let out a long rolling growl.

He didn't respond, instead he stared at the toy horse.

She noticed that as well and clicked her tongue. "You can play after you've eaten," then reached down she gathered him up in her arms and lifted him off the floor. She held him against her side, holding him firmly in place as she walked through the main room and into the room with all the beds. As she walked in the beds started to move, sliding towards the walls and stacking themselves up. A highchair slid out of the corner and came to a stop in the center of the room.

"It's too small," he said with a snort.

The elf ignored him, opening up the highchair with a flick of her hand then lifting him up and setting him down in it. The chair started to expand as he was lowered down, reaching the perfect size for him by the time his diapered rump made contact with the hard wood of the seat. It shouldn't have surprised him, not after everything else that had happened, but it still did. He didn't even protest when the tray slid into place in front of him.

The moment the nursemaid turned away, and walked out of the room him he grabbed the chair and tried to pull it open, but nothing was going to budge. It only tried it for a few moments before letting go with a sigh, he had no reason to expect that would have worked, but he still had to do something.

When she returned she was carrying a tray filled with fresh fruit, including apples and berries. Apples were out of season and it was a surprise to see them, but with all the other magic around it made sense. She set the food down on the high chair and leaned down to look at him. "Are you hungry?"

Before he could answer his stomach rumbled. "I guess that's a yes," she said with a smile and a laugh. Carefully she picked up one of the berries and lifted it up to his mouth, instead Grug tried to reach out for it only to find his hands were trapped under the tray. With a sigh he opened his mouth and let her place a piece in his mouth.

The flavor was unexpectedly strong, the juices running over his tongue and down his throat. For something that had probably magically preserved for who knows how long they tasted better than anything he had ever had before. He found himself open his mouth for the next one, eager to have more. For a short time he was able to forget the situation he found himself trapped in and instead just allowed himself to enjoy the fruit. Eating happily, and a touch messily, he ate every single thing the nursemaid gave him and even found himself licking the juices off his tusks.

With a soft laugh the elf picked up a cloth and whipped his face. "Now that's a good girl, you ate every single bite. You're mother will be so proud of you!"

Grug was about to say something in protests, but was cut off by the nursemaid speaking again. "Though you made a mess of yourself," she said, poking gently at his chest. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"I don't really--" he started to say, but was cut off as she undid the high chair and lifted him out. As she held him the high chair slid back to where it came from and a large soaking tub out. As it came into the middle of the room it started to fill with water. As it did the nurse started to pull the clothing off of him, first the dress and then the diaper. As soon as he was nude she carefully set him into the water.

It was warm against his skin and really didn't feel that bad even if the tub was a bit too small for him. He found himself sitting with his legs pulled up against his chest and his chin resting on his knees. He didn't even bother to fight back as she undid the pigtails and let his hair drop down over his back. The elf ran her long fingers through it and tisked. "How did a cute girl like you get so dirty?" she asked.

He just grunted in return. He wasn't dirty, at least not compared to other orcs he knew. Many of them prided themselves on being filthy, but Grug had a bit more taste then that. Though a good layer of dirt made for some decent camouflage when sulking around the city.

The nursemaid pulled a sponge from somewhere and dropped it into the warm water and swirled it around. Lifting it up she started to work it over his body, scrubbing away all the dirt from his green skin and leaving it glowing. The room was filling with the smell of wet orc--not a pleasant scent--as well as the bitter scent of soap. It wasn't a good combination.

Unfortunately for him the magical construct didn't seem to have a sense of smell, or the good sense to be offended by it. She just kept scrubbing his with the sponge, working over every part of him, his face, back, belly arms and legs. Around him the water turned dark brown, a layer of dirt collecting around him at the bottom of the tub.

Then without warning she lifted the sponge above his head and wrung it out, sending a cascaded of dirty water down over him. He gasped and sputtered and a moment later she did it again. She worked one hand through his hair, using the other to bring more water up over him. She scrubbed at his hair, pulling her fingers through it and working out any kinks left from the pigtails.

After a great deal of time she finally seemed to be happy with how clean he was, even if the water had turned the color of mud. Even the smell was starting to fade, but only so much. The elf smiled and crouched down to look at him. "Now that's much better," she said, then reached up and pinched his cheek. Reaching out she extended her hand, a towel floating through the air until she was able to grasp it. Throwing it over her shoulder she picked him up out of the dirty water, lifting him clear as his dripped all over the floor.

She didn't seem to be bothered by this, instead stood him on the floor and wrapped the towel around him, starting to dry him off. The towel was rather absorbent and pulled the water away from him in moments, leaving him bright green and blushing a bit in embarrassment. When she was done she wrapped the towel around him and then picked him up in her powerful arms.

Without a thought Grug just wrapped his arms around her shoulders. It felt ridiculous but it made the ride more comfortable. She took him back into the clothing room and set him down on the changing table, and just like the night before put him into a diaper. He tried to ignore the feeling of the thick cloth as it pressed around him, but it was nearly impossible.

The elf sat him up and brought over another dress, this one was bright yellow with lace on the edges. Without a word he lifted his hands up, allowing her to slide the dress down over them and over his head. It settled down over his shoulders and across his broad chest, like before it was a perfect fit. The bow was tied around his waist and trapping him inside of it, at least for now.

"You look so cute, you're mother is going to be so happy to see you," the nursemaid cooed as she picked up the hairbrush and started to work it through his hair. It was better this time, being damp and freshly cleaned there were no tangles to get caught on. He sat there, looking like a grump with a frown on his thick lips as the magic fingers starting to arrange his hair, putting it into a tight braid that ran from the top of his head all the way down to his neck. It pulled at his skin and felt weird when he moved, but it wasn't all that bad.

And then finally the elf took a few steps away and smiled at him. "You are such a pretty young girl," she said.

Grug just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms... which probably didn't look very impressive as he was stuck in a dress.

"You can go play, but don't make a mess. You're mother will be here soon," she said and stepped away from him and motioning towards the open door.

Without a word he slipped off the table and walked into the main room. It wasn't easy, the thick diaper made it hard to walk normally, instead he had to waddle. He hurried over to the room with the toys, starting to smile as he saw the wooden toy horse still sitting there, waiting for him.

Dropping to his knees, he picked up the toy and judged the weight of it in his hands. It was well built and heavy, but not too heavy for him. Unfortunately it was too big to throw well so he was going to have make it a bit more workable. He straddled the toy, letting his weight settle down onto the back of it. Bracing himself he grabbed the head of the horse the after looking quickly to see that the nurse wasn't around, he wrenched it to the side. The wood of neck snapped and splintered, but the head came off.

He let out a low chuckle and walked back into the main room, tossing the head from hand to hand. He was trying to get a feel for the weight of it, he would only have one, maybe two, chances to break the gem. He couldn't afford to miss. He stopped under the gem, craning his head back to look at it, sunlight falling in through the windows around the ceiling. The fixture didn't look any better than before, and he was certain that one good hit would knock the gem free and end this whole damn thing.

Grug took a couple steps back and pulled his arm over his shoulder, lining up his throw. With a grin he gripped the wooden head tightly and snapped his arm forward... only to have it stopped after only a few inches.

The orc turned around to glare at the nursemaid but came up short when he saw that it wasn't her. Instead he found that arm was being held by one of the city guards, and sergeant by stars on his uniform. "Now what is this?" he asked, letting go of Grug's arm and taking a step back and chuckling at the infantilized man, four other guards were standing behind him.

"I... uh..." Grug said, finding himself at a loss for words.

The nursemaid walked into the center of the room, jumping when she saw the guards. "Oh my, what are you gentlemen doing here?" she asked. She looked stranger next to the other elves, they were shorter and thicker then she was, with short ears and wide faces. They were clearly the same, but just different.

The sergeant looked at the magical construct then back at Grug. "We are looking for a thief who stole something from the city clock tower."

"Well you won't find anyone like that here," the maid said as she walked up and pulled the wooden horse head out of Grug's hand. "All I have here is a very naughty girl who doesn't know how to play with her toys. You are going to be in a great deal of trouble when your mother comes to collect you!" she scolded.

Slowly the sergeant's eyebrows rose up, then slowly lifted his head up to look at the ceiling, a smile playing over his face as he saw the gem. "I think I know what happened here. Do you know when his... her mother is coming?"

"It should be any time now," the maid responded.

His smile grew even wider as he took a step back to look around the room then back to the orc. "Do you wish to confess?"

Slowly Grug slumped down, he knew that for right now it might be the only way he could get out of the mess he was in. "I stole the damn gem. Just take me to the stockade... and please get me some pants."

"Yes, yes I see... well now that I have your confession, I need to pass judgment on you. I feel a year in confinement should be more than fair, don't you agree?" the sergeant asked. The nursemaid watched all this with a detached look, this was obviously well outside of what the magic was made to do and it didn't know how to react.

"Fine, that's fine."

With a smirk, the sergeant pulled out his red book and opened it up as he looked up at the gem and back at the nursemaid. "Of course the stockades are rather full at the moment. In fact I don't think there is room for a kobold let alone an orc. So I think a better prison should be in order. So, in my power as a Sergeant of the Guard I am sentencing you to a year... here. In this nursery."

Grug's eyes went wide. "What? you can't do that!" he yelled and lunged at the guards only to be brought up short by the nursemaid grabbing the back of his dress and pulling him to a stop.

"That's it, time out for you," the magical elf said, holding him easily in the air and spanking him across the ass.

The guards all laughed at this. "Of course I can do that. Your sentence has been recorded and will be carried out," he said, writing it down in the red book, the pages glowing with magic as it was put down. With a smirk he snapped the book closed and tucked it into his jacket. "Oh, and any time you spend in time out will not count to your sentence, so you had better be good."

All he could do was hang there, staring at the guards as they walked out of the nursery and closed the door behind them, there laughter echoing down through the hallway and the main room. It was still echoing in his ears as found himself back sitting in the corner and pouting.

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This story was written and copyright 2013 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will end up in diapers.