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Unrelated to the other Medea stories in this gallery. Still, who wouldn't want a hot purple haired witch taking care of you?
Dream Writing
Fate ABDL Commission
Medea looked at the mage before her. Her Command Seals burnt into his hand like a tattoo. “Ow ow ow ow.” And he was crying like they were a fresh tattoo as well.
“Umm, I suppose this is superfluous of me to ask, but are you my Master?” Medea pulled down her hood to get a better look. “The one who summoned me?”
“Huh? Oh, uh.. Yes that’s right!” The young man coughed awkwardly. “I am Cade! And I shall be your Master in this Holy Grail War!” Cade was a lean young man, red hair and a slight accent that Medea identified as “British”. (Though she only had a vague idea of what “British” meant.)
The looks did not bother her too much though, Medea had worked with people even less imposing than this Cade. No, what bothered her was the complete lack of… anything she could sense coming off this young man. As far as she could tell, Cade had no family crest, no magically infused items, and scarcely enough mana to support her without keeling over with exhaustion.
And this farce of a mage had managed to summon her?
Medea’s eyes went down to the floor. “Ah.” She muttered aloud. “That explains it.” A nail was on the floor in the center of a spell circle. It looked like any other innocuous rust covered spike, but despite that she recognized it. “A nail from that damn ship.”
“Hmm? You mean the Argo?” Cade chuckled. “Indeed! I went through a fair bit to-” Medea raised her hand and blasted the nail with a spell, reducing it to dust. “Hey! That was expensive!”
Medea glared at him, eyes riddled with fury. “Listen well, Master. I am Medea. Princess of Colchis. Student of Hecate. Just thinking about that man makes me very… unhappy.” She huffed in annoyance. “The fact that you used such a relic to summon me, despite being woefully under qualified, does nothing to improve that mood.” She took a step toward the red haired man.
“But I will do my duty as a Servant of the Grail, I will do everything in my power to win this war.” Medea explained, towering over Cade. “And that starts with making a few… adjustments.” A glowing orb appeared in her hand.
_____
A day later…
“This is undignified! I demand you change me back!”
“Oh? But I feel it suits you quite well.”
In the short time since her summoning Medea had done more than a bit of work to make her stay on the material plane bearable. Protective spells had been laid out around the perimeter of her new home. A source of mana was being procured and would be ready soon. And her Master had been safely tucked away.
Though he was going through an adjustment period.
“This isn’t funny!” The shrunken Cade scowled at his servant from a slightly oversized crib. “Caster, let me out of here and grow me back to my normal size! I demand it!” He struggled at the bars holding him.
Medea’s spell had reduced Cade to the size of a toddler, with about as much strength. As such he was easily held in place by a few childproof barriers that were keeping him locked in place.
Keeping herself from laughing, Medea turned to him. “I told you, Master, this is for your own good. Not only do you make a smaller target, your compressed body will use much less mana.”
That last part was a lie, but honestly it was just easier to keep track of him like this. And besides, the only reason she could change his shape so thoroughly in the first place was due to his low mana. If he didn’t want any spells cast on him, why’d he bother summoning her? The witch then went back to work on her research.
Angered at blatantly being ignored, Cade raised his hand. “By my Command Seal! I order you to listen to what I am saying!”
“What!?” Medea spun on her heel as the magic took hold. She felt the compulsion take over as she walked over to her Master’s crib. “What is it you have to say, Master?”
“You heard what I said! Release me from this damn crib and change me back to normal!” Cade snarled. Several seconds passed and Medea did nothing but stare at him from under her hood. “Well? Didn’t you hear me?”
Medea kept staring for a few seconds before breaking into a smirk. “I heard you. And I listened.” Her hand slammed onto Cade’s mouth. “Lucky for me you were too stupid to include “obey” into those orders!” Her hand glowed with a spell before she pulled it away. Immediately Cade raised his hand again, trying to use another Seal in a panic.
But no words came out.
A pacifier had appeared in Cade’s mouth. He tried to remove it, but even though nothing seemed to be holding it in place, he could not take it from his mouth, and not a sound passed through it.
“What’s wrong? Caster got your tongue?” Medea grabbed his outstretched hand and lifted the shrunken man. He kicked and struggled silently, but couldn’t even ruffle the Caster Servant.
“You know, I was going to let you make your wish when I won the Grail War for us. But you’ve proven you are too foolish to even use a Command Seal properly! Maybe I should adjust the terms of our relationship.” With a flash of power, Cade’s clothes disappeared. He tried to cover up with one hand while Medea carried him over to a table. She dropped him not so gently on it and snapped her fingers.
The table shifted from wood and covered with books to plastic and laden with diapers. Cade took one look at the items and instantly tried to crawl away, but fluffy purple cuffs appeared, attached to the table via ribbons. They pinned him down by his arms while two more sank from the ceiling, lifting him by the feet.
With the young man trapped, Medea took her time wiping him down. (Though he was already clean.) “What’s the matter, “Master”? This a little too exciting for you?” She asked, teasingly poking the shrunken man’s equally shrunken erection.
Cade refused to look her in the eyes, though his red face did elicit a laugh while Medea powdered and diapered him. “Now, what am I going to do to keep you like this?”
She could cast a spell on the diaper, making it so strong only a Berserker Servant could tear it. But that would be a waste of Mana, which she had precious little of, if only until she got a good supply.
“Instead…” She pulled out a wicked looking dagger. Seeing it made Cade thrash about in a panic.
Medea laughed. “Oh, calm down.” The ribbons carried Cade back to his crib, dropping him in it. With a wave of her fingers a baby mobile appeared, the little birds spinning above the young man’s head quickly lulled him to sleep.
“Wasting it’s full power on you would be silly. So instead…” Medea called up another spell, holding it in her free hand before poking the sphere of magic with Rule Breaker. The basis of the spell changed and Caster finally cast it on her Master
_____
Cade blinked in confusion. He had just been dreaming about snakes made of ribbons when the room had changed into a… library? A large study? It was strangely familiar to him, but he knew he’d never been there. He tried to ask Medea what was going on, but his mouth held the same pacifier he’d fallen asleep in.
“Welcome to your mindscape.” Medea pulled a book from the shelves and opened it to him. “Things should be quite familiar here.” She held an ornate pen in one hand, looking a bit like her dagger from before.
Images flashed from the pages. Images he recognized! That was his first meeting with his first crush! A foreign girl with long black hair. “My, what a cutie. Way too cute for you.” Medea ran her pen over the pages in the book.
Things… changed? At least Cade thought they did. He was looking at memories of his first crush. A large diaper. He fondly remembered staring at it. Didn’t he? No wait…
Something about that felt off. Cade wracked his brain, trying to understand what was wrong. But even if he knew something was off, he couldn’t recall what. Medea put the book back and laughed at his befuddled face.
“If you can’t tell, this spell lets me rewrite someone’s memories as I see fit. Either by changing it or-” Then Caster pulled another book from the shelf and showed it to him. Memories of learning to ride a bike. “-erasing it, like so.” She scratched an X over the book and suddenly the images vanished.
Cade struggled in a panic, trying to remember just what it was he had forgotten. Once again, nothing came.
With a giggle, Medea grabbed a third book and showed him the contents. It was Cade’s earliest memories of potty training. In fact, as she flipped through the book it seemed to be every memory he had of using a toilet. Eyes widening in realization, the young man struggled against his bindings, silently begging Medea not to do what he thought she was about to do.
With an unchanging smile, Medea crossed out the book.
Suddenly everything Cade remembered about using the bathroom was gone. He barely remembered what bathrooms were for! They were for baths and… and… brushing teeth?
All he remembered were the times he made a fool of himself in public. Wet stains on the front of his gym shorts and funny looks when he smelled a little bad. It was no wonder he only wore diapers.
He… only wore diapers, right?
Medea had started writing in the book. Memories of Cade needing his diaper, using them in public, hordes of people laughing at him. Just thinking about it made him want to stay inside and hide from the world, even though a small part of him knew these memories weren’t real.
“There, I think that’s enough editing for now.” Medea said, walking over and pulling the pacifier from the still dreaming Cade’s mouth. “Have we reached an understanding?”
“Y-yes.”
“Explain it to me.”
Cade buried his face in his hands. “I will remain here, and you will handle the Grail War.” He said quietly.
“And if you don’t, I will adjust more of your memories.” Medea said, snapping her fingers to let Cade’s bindings loose. “I’m sure you’d hate forgetting how to talk. Or eat solid food.”
Medea laughed. “And besides, living life as a widdle baby will conserve even more mana now!” It was hard to tell if that one was a lie.
Dream Writing
Fate ABDL Commission
Medea looked at the mage before her. Her Command Seals burnt into his hand like a tattoo. “Ow ow ow ow.” And he was crying like they were a fresh tattoo as well.
“Umm, I suppose this is superfluous of me to ask, but are you my Master?” Medea pulled down her hood to get a better look. “The one who summoned me?”
“Huh? Oh, uh.. Yes that’s right!” The young man coughed awkwardly. “I am Cade! And I shall be your Master in this Holy Grail War!” Cade was a lean young man, red hair and a slight accent that Medea identified as “British”. (Though she only had a vague idea of what “British” meant.)
The looks did not bother her too much though, Medea had worked with people even less imposing than this Cade. No, what bothered her was the complete lack of… anything she could sense coming off this young man. As far as she could tell, Cade had no family crest, no magically infused items, and scarcely enough mana to support her without keeling over with exhaustion.
And this farce of a mage had managed to summon her?
Medea’s eyes went down to the floor. “Ah.” She muttered aloud. “That explains it.” A nail was on the floor in the center of a spell circle. It looked like any other innocuous rust covered spike, but despite that she recognized it. “A nail from that damn ship.”
“Hmm? You mean the Argo?” Cade chuckled. “Indeed! I went through a fair bit to-” Medea raised her hand and blasted the nail with a spell, reducing it to dust. “Hey! That was expensive!”
Medea glared at him, eyes riddled with fury. “Listen well, Master. I am Medea. Princess of Colchis. Student of Hecate. Just thinking about that man makes me very… unhappy.” She huffed in annoyance. “The fact that you used such a relic to summon me, despite being woefully under qualified, does nothing to improve that mood.” She took a step toward the red haired man.
“But I will do my duty as a Servant of the Grail, I will do everything in my power to win this war.” Medea explained, towering over Cade. “And that starts with making a few… adjustments.” A glowing orb appeared in her hand.
_____
A day later…
“This is undignified! I demand you change me back!”
“Oh? But I feel it suits you quite well.”
In the short time since her summoning Medea had done more than a bit of work to make her stay on the material plane bearable. Protective spells had been laid out around the perimeter of her new home. A source of mana was being procured and would be ready soon. And her Master had been safely tucked away.
Though he was going through an adjustment period.
“This isn’t funny!” The shrunken Cade scowled at his servant from a slightly oversized crib. “Caster, let me out of here and grow me back to my normal size! I demand it!” He struggled at the bars holding him.
Medea’s spell had reduced Cade to the size of a toddler, with about as much strength. As such he was easily held in place by a few childproof barriers that were keeping him locked in place.
Keeping herself from laughing, Medea turned to him. “I told you, Master, this is for your own good. Not only do you make a smaller target, your compressed body will use much less mana.”
That last part was a lie, but honestly it was just easier to keep track of him like this. And besides, the only reason she could change his shape so thoroughly in the first place was due to his low mana. If he didn’t want any spells cast on him, why’d he bother summoning her? The witch then went back to work on her research.
Angered at blatantly being ignored, Cade raised his hand. “By my Command Seal! I order you to listen to what I am saying!”
“What!?” Medea spun on her heel as the magic took hold. She felt the compulsion take over as she walked over to her Master’s crib. “What is it you have to say, Master?”
“You heard what I said! Release me from this damn crib and change me back to normal!” Cade snarled. Several seconds passed and Medea did nothing but stare at him from under her hood. “Well? Didn’t you hear me?”
Medea kept staring for a few seconds before breaking into a smirk. “I heard you. And I listened.” Her hand slammed onto Cade’s mouth. “Lucky for me you were too stupid to include “obey” into those orders!” Her hand glowed with a spell before she pulled it away. Immediately Cade raised his hand again, trying to use another Seal in a panic.
But no words came out.
A pacifier had appeared in Cade’s mouth. He tried to remove it, but even though nothing seemed to be holding it in place, he could not take it from his mouth, and not a sound passed through it.
“What’s wrong? Caster got your tongue?” Medea grabbed his outstretched hand and lifted the shrunken man. He kicked and struggled silently, but couldn’t even ruffle the Caster Servant.
“You know, I was going to let you make your wish when I won the Grail War for us. But you’ve proven you are too foolish to even use a Command Seal properly! Maybe I should adjust the terms of our relationship.” With a flash of power, Cade’s clothes disappeared. He tried to cover up with one hand while Medea carried him over to a table. She dropped him not so gently on it and snapped her fingers.
The table shifted from wood and covered with books to plastic and laden with diapers. Cade took one look at the items and instantly tried to crawl away, but fluffy purple cuffs appeared, attached to the table via ribbons. They pinned him down by his arms while two more sank from the ceiling, lifting him by the feet.
With the young man trapped, Medea took her time wiping him down. (Though he was already clean.) “What’s the matter, “Master”? This a little too exciting for you?” She asked, teasingly poking the shrunken man’s equally shrunken erection.
Cade refused to look her in the eyes, though his red face did elicit a laugh while Medea powdered and diapered him. “Now, what am I going to do to keep you like this?”
She could cast a spell on the diaper, making it so strong only a Berserker Servant could tear it. But that would be a waste of Mana, which she had precious little of, if only until she got a good supply.
“Instead…” She pulled out a wicked looking dagger. Seeing it made Cade thrash about in a panic.
Medea laughed. “Oh, calm down.” The ribbons carried Cade back to his crib, dropping him in it. With a wave of her fingers a baby mobile appeared, the little birds spinning above the young man’s head quickly lulled him to sleep.
“Wasting it’s full power on you would be silly. So instead…” Medea called up another spell, holding it in her free hand before poking the sphere of magic with Rule Breaker. The basis of the spell changed and Caster finally cast it on her Master
_____
Cade blinked in confusion. He had just been dreaming about snakes made of ribbons when the room had changed into a… library? A large study? It was strangely familiar to him, but he knew he’d never been there. He tried to ask Medea what was going on, but his mouth held the same pacifier he’d fallen asleep in.
“Welcome to your mindscape.” Medea pulled a book from the shelves and opened it to him. “Things should be quite familiar here.” She held an ornate pen in one hand, looking a bit like her dagger from before.
Images flashed from the pages. Images he recognized! That was his first meeting with his first crush! A foreign girl with long black hair. “My, what a cutie. Way too cute for you.” Medea ran her pen over the pages in the book.
Things… changed? At least Cade thought they did. He was looking at memories of his first crush. A large diaper. He fondly remembered staring at it. Didn’t he? No wait…
Something about that felt off. Cade wracked his brain, trying to understand what was wrong. But even if he knew something was off, he couldn’t recall what. Medea put the book back and laughed at his befuddled face.
“If you can’t tell, this spell lets me rewrite someone’s memories as I see fit. Either by changing it or-” Then Caster pulled another book from the shelf and showed it to him. Memories of learning to ride a bike. “-erasing it, like so.” She scratched an X over the book and suddenly the images vanished.
Cade struggled in a panic, trying to remember just what it was he had forgotten. Once again, nothing came.
With a giggle, Medea grabbed a third book and showed him the contents. It was Cade’s earliest memories of potty training. In fact, as she flipped through the book it seemed to be every memory he had of using a toilet. Eyes widening in realization, the young man struggled against his bindings, silently begging Medea not to do what he thought she was about to do.
With an unchanging smile, Medea crossed out the book.
Suddenly everything Cade remembered about using the bathroom was gone. He barely remembered what bathrooms were for! They were for baths and… and… brushing teeth?
All he remembered were the times he made a fool of himself in public. Wet stains on the front of his gym shorts and funny looks when he smelled a little bad. It was no wonder he only wore diapers.
He… only wore diapers, right?
Medea had started writing in the book. Memories of Cade needing his diaper, using them in public, hordes of people laughing at him. Just thinking about it made him want to stay inside and hide from the world, even though a small part of him knew these memories weren’t real.
“There, I think that’s enough editing for now.” Medea said, walking over and pulling the pacifier from the still dreaming Cade’s mouth. “Have we reached an understanding?”
“Y-yes.”
“Explain it to me.”
Cade buried his face in his hands. “I will remain here, and you will handle the Grail War.” He said quietly.
“And if you don’t, I will adjust more of your memories.” Medea said, snapping her fingers to let Cade’s bindings loose. “I’m sure you’d hate forgetting how to talk. Or eat solid food.”
Medea laughed. “And besides, living life as a widdle baby will conserve even more mana now!” It was hard to tell if that one was a lie.
Category Story / All
Species Human
Gender Multiple characters
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