After what felt like hours of trudging through darkened halls, evading terrible traps and felling fearsome foes, you found yourself entering the final unexplored wing of the subterranean complex. The air felt thick, but the familiar odor of mildew gave way to a gentle floral scent which made your body feel more relaxed with each breath. You breathe a contented sigh and head deeper into the broad corridor, mentally preparing yourself for the respite the distant tavern offers you once you've finished your work.

Just then, the heavy door behind you slams shut and a feminine voice chuckles in the distance. A roar of magical flame follows and the space illuminates with a ghostly green glow, revealing the floating form of young feline woman clutching the tome you've been searching for. A condescending smirk grows on the woman's face as the floats forward.

"Looking for me, little one?" she sneers mockingly, a green flame growing in her unoccupied palm as a series of diapering supplies materialize and behind to slowly circle her figure.

Knowing the witch has made a pact with the fae, you ready your weapon and broaden your stance, but the woman only chuckles as the diaper she conjured begins to unfold.

"Your little toy is no match for magic, dear," she coos, retreating a few feet. "Besides, I'm sure you'll find your dexterity far less reliable from the cloud of enchanted powder you walked through as you came in."

Realizing your folly, your body tenses with concern before you spontaneously launch yourself toward her, hoping to catch her off guard. Unfortunately however, she easily evades your attack and retaliates with a puff of talc blown in your face, forcing you to erupt into a fit of coughing and flailing your arms in an attempt to clear the cloud from your vision. Unable to react, you offer no resistance as a heatless green flame washes over your body, disintegrating your clothes and equipment in a flash.

"The faeries offered a lovely deal, you know," the woman continues as her conjured flames form disembodied hands to retrain your wrists and ankles. "As I promised to aid them in their efforts, they vowed to refrain from subjecting me to the same fate as you silly adventurers!"

She pauses and briefly looks over your form from head to toe before snapping her fingers, summoning a broad, wooden paddle. Your eyes go wide as you feel your legs forcibly spread and the open diaper makes its way behind you before folding itself up and between your legs.

"Now then," the woman continues, "You can behave and make this easy for both of us, or you can resist and make it much more interesting...What'll it be?"