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Severus stalked angrily towards the meeting room, irritation showing plainly on his face as he went to meet his fellow Heads of House. The twenty-two-year-old hated his job, being forced to take over potions and Slytherin house after Slughorn retired, a penance for his crimes, a way for Dumbledore to keep an eye on him, keep him under his thumb.
“What is the meaning of this meeting?” Severus asked harshly, too young to have mastered the art of masking his emotions.
“Severus, dear,” Pomona started, nonplussed at Severus’s sneer at the motherly endearment, “we cannot let this behaviour slide any longer. We put up with your attitude last year, as Albus told us that it was a hard time for you. We said nothing as you took your anger out on students, as we knew you were traumatized and grieving. We had thought you might take the summer to heal, to be better, but we can now see that you are unwilling to fix your attitude alone.”
“And?” Severus said, narrowing his eyes. They couldn’t fire him, Albus would make sure of that. Perhaps they thought a stern talking to would do the job. Fine, I’ll play along.
“Severus, you have given month-long detentions to five of my Gryffindors, two of Pomona’s Hufflepuffs, and three of Filius’ Ravenclaws! And from many student accounts, none of them deserved it! This behaviour is unbecoming of you, and unbecoming of a head of house. I won’t tolerate it any longer, no matter what Albus says.”
“A boy of your age just isn’t equipped to handle this kind of responsibility,” Filius said. “Severus, son, I want to be there for you, but I cannot defend your actions. You have been acting like a child, like a spoiled brat.”
“A toddler!” Pomona added.
“And as such, we have decided to punish you. You are clearly incapable of seeing the wrongs of your actions, and of change. You have acted as an insolent brat, and now, you will be treated as such. I can only hope this will provide you with some much-needed release,” Minerva said sternly.
“This is all a bloody waste of my time. Goodbye, Professors,” Severus said, turning to stalk out the door. How dare they speak to me like that! Severus was seething at the implication, at being called a boy. He was a man, he served in the Dark Lord’s ranks. He has killed! He is no boy, he is no one’s son. And he certainly is no toddler.
He turned for the door in a flurry of anger, but just as he reached for the door handle, he felt a tug at the back of his robes. Suddenly, he was flying backwards across the room, arms and legs outstretched as he was pulled over the floor and across the oval-shaped table, landing at the end of it. He felt like a child, sitting atop the table with his legs splayed out in front of him.
He looked over and saw the three professors stood around him, Filius still holding his wand out. With another flick, Severus found himself at his most vulnerable.
The cold of the room made his exposed nipples stand erect, dark in contrast with his pale skin. His penis stood proud on a bed of hair as dark as his head’s, larger than the average. It had been Severus’s one source of pride, all these years, the only attractive part of himself.
Pomona and Minerva exchanged a glance, and before Severus could gather himself up to move, Minerva cast the spell.
With horror, Severus looked down, only to find his once proud penis had been transfigured into… it was too horrifying a reality to even think the word.
“Why Severus, I think you look much better like this. A cunt for a cunt. Fitting, don’t you think?” Minerva said proudly, her Scottish humour earning laughs from her colleagues.
Walking down the table, Minerva settled herself behind a stunned Severus, wrapping one arm around his midsection and pulling him close against her. Severus could feel her hard nipples through her clothes, pressing into his shoulder blades, but he said nothing, unable to process what was happening to him.
“Now Severus, we believe we have come up with a fitting punishment. We will change you back and lift your other punishments if we see changes by Christmas. I’m sure we don’t have to worry about you running to Albus to fix this, it is quite embarrassing after all, you wouldn’t want to go running like a schoolboy—oh sorry, a schoolgirl—to Albus for help. All we want to see is you improve your attitude and begin to take your duty seriously. We just want to help you Severus.”
Pomona began to run her hand up and down Severus’s thigh comfortingly, large motherly hands engulfing his skinny legs, making him feel even more childish.
“Severus,” Pomona started, “while this is a punishment, we chose this for a reason, you will see in a moment. We hope to help you heal as well. We all taught you as a student, we know how troubled your life has been. It was the height of the war, and we couldn’t help you. But now you are in our care, barely graduated and still so young, decades younger than the rest of us, and we can take care of you. I promise this will be good for you Severus.”
For all that Severus hated this, his face betrayed his true feelings. Between Pomona’s motherly words, her promise to care for him, and Minerva holding him steady, closer than he had been to another person in all his life, his desire for their overbearing touch was written plainly on his face. Filius chuckled as he saw it, and gave a fatherly pat to Severus’s other thigh, before rubbing it slowly with his stubby fingers, mimicking Pomona on Severus’s other side.
As Severus began to relax into the touches despite himself, muscles relaxing and pussy untensing, a loud slap rang through the room. Severus’s face was frozen in shock as his cunt stung, a sharp pain that reverberated through his new genitals. Instinctively, he went to close his legs, to soothe the sting, but Pomona and Filius held him open by his thighs, still stroking them comfortingly.
“We will start small today, my dear. One for every student you unjustly gave detention to. That was for Jonas Smith. I want you to remember this pain every time you see them, remember how you let your anger and prejudice prevent you from helping the students as you should.”
With that said, Minerva carries on, lightly stroking Severus between each slap, ten spanks and ten names, no mercy under the strict Scot’s hand. Severus’s cunt was throbbing, a bright red from the pain, yet glistening from the attention.
A tear escaped Severus’s watering eyes, wiped away by Filius, who kept hold of the younger man’s cheek as he held him in his gaze.
“It’s alright Severus, it’s over now. I hope you have learnt your lesson son.” As Filius’s calloused thump stroked his cheek, rough from years of duelling competitions, Severus found himself leaning into the soft touch, craving care and love he never received from his own father after being beat.
Severus was exposed and vulnerable, at the mercy of his colleagues, still too stunned by the events of this meeting to pull his walls back up, to push away from the touches with the rage he had worn as a shield his whole life. It was because of this that Severus pushed his hips forward lightly, wanting the touch that Minerva was holding back from him as she ghosted over his clit. With her slender finger pressed more firmly against him, Minerva rubbed him in slow, firm circles, equal parts arousing and comforting.
His colleagues politely ignored his soft whine as Pomona removed her hand from his thigh, cold now without her touch. His pussy was leaking, dampening the table beneath him, but Severus did not notice. The other professors knew they had Severus right where they wanted him, vulnerable and pliable under their touches, and it was a spell they couldn’t break if they wanted to complete this punishment. Filius let go of Severus, quick to climb onto the table and settle cross-legged between Severus’s own legs, clothed knees brushing just above Severus’s naked ones. Filius stroked Severus’s thighs once more, higher this time, thumbs brushing his inner thighs and sending sparks through him from the intimate touch.
Filius’s short stature had him face to face with Severus’s nipples, so Severus couldn’t see as Filius’s eyes flicked to something behind him, checking that Pomona was ready. With hands that had stroked from mid-thigh to caressing the boy’s wide hips, Filius settled under Severus’s bum, taut and perfectly round, small enough to fit perfectly into the goblin-descendant’s hands as he gently lifted them. Minerva held Severus tighter against her, helping Filius lift him, and kept circling his clit with firm touches.
Pomona whispered a spell that Severus couldn’t make out, and then something was sliding under him, something thick and warm that he was lowered onto. Minerva released the boy’s clit, and Filius moved his hands back down to keep stroking his thighs. Under the guidance of Pomona’s spell, the small diaper weaved itself around Severus, tightening its tabs around him, securing him.
The warming charm kept Severus from startling, but he couldn’t hide the horror on his face when he glanced down to find himself wrapped in a diaper like a baby. Like an insolent brat. That is what they had said. And suddenly, it dawned on Severus what this was. Heart racing, Severus began to struggle, but with firm hands on his thighs and others holding his upper body in place, Severus could only move his lower legs in protest, looking strikingly like a toddler in the midst of a tantrum. Pomona saw this and chuckled, the condescending laugh making his ears go red with indignation. With another nod to her colleagues, Severus was released from their hold, hating how he missed their touches.
Taking Severus’s hand into her own, Pomona guided the young lad off the table, wrapping a hand around his waist as he stumbled, unused to the thick material pushing his legs apart. Steady on his feet now, Pomona let go of him, and with a flick of Filius’s wand, he was draped in his dramatic black robes once more. Feeling more himself now that he was covered, despite the lack of shirt and trousers making their way back to him, Severus covered for his scrambled mind with glares directed at his old professors, his new colleagues.
“Now Severus, none of that. This is your punishment. We can only hope it will remind you of the vulnerability every student faces in this castle. You are here to protect them, to help and care for them, just as we shall do for you. You are not to remove this diaper,” Severus balked at the word, thrown around so casually, “and you are to come to us if you need a change. You are not to wear anything else under this robe, and you will be punished if you do.” Severus was reminded of the lingering sting of his cunt.
Minerva continued, “You do not want your situation exposed to your Slytherins, now do you? If you have improved by the winter holidays, we shall end your punishment and return you to normal. We only wish to help you Severus. We have already informed Albus that House Head meetings will occur biweekly rather than monthly this year, to aid you in your—struggle—to be a good fit for this school.”
“I believe we have half an hour left in our meeting, so take your seats, let us go over the plans for the year, shall we?” Filius said.
All the professors took their seats, Pomona lightly spanking Severus’s bottom before pulling out his chair. Severus took his seat, and the meeting went as it had last year, as if nothing had just occurred. But Severus couldn’t help but glance at the head of the table, where he had sat as his colleagues had their way with him, a blush seeping into his pale skin as he was reminded of what had occurred. The young man stayed silent through the rest of the meeting, and his colleagues never pushed him to speak.
Finally, the meeting ended, and Severus endured a light slap or squeeze of his padded behind as the others left the room. Severus walked humiliated back to his quarters, head down as he squeezed his way past the students milling around the castle. He slammed the door to his quarters closed, panting as he ran his hands through his long hair. What in Merlin’s name had just happened?
Reaching for his wand to lock his door and check his quarters were empty, as the paranoid man often did, he realized he didn’t have it. Filius must still have it, having taken it off him when he removed his clothes. With shame, Severus realized he would have to face his fellow professors sooner than he had hoped. With a need to pee making itself known, Severus decided he couldn’t wait anymore. He would not shame himself by pissing his diaper like a toddler, he would not. With a growl of frustration and a prayer that no one would disturb him, Severus took his robes off, determined to remove the humiliating piece from his person.
Now alone in his quarters, dressed in nothing but a diaper, panic began to clutch at Severus. His heart raced as he tried to pull the object off of him, pulling and tugging at the tabs securing the diaper to his person. With a cry of frustration, the diaper didn’t budge, and his bladder made itself more known in his increasing panic. Wildly, Severus tried to rip the white padding from him, but to no avail. He would need his wand. But the clock was ticking, and Severus had to go to dinner, as Albus had mandated that they attend supper every evening. Severus fell to the floor in defeat, crying into his hands as his panicking body failed to stop his bladder from released.
Humiliation cut through him as his diaper turned yellow, hot piss filling his diaper, feeling different to when pee came from his penis. Thankfully, there was no smell, but the burning heat of his release was pressed against his skin. Five minutes ticked by ever so slowly as Severus sat in his own piss, but finally, the yellow began to fade as the pee disappeared from the diaper, absorbing into the wizen-made diaper. With a more horrifying realization, Severus understood that the reason it took so long to absorb was in case he was to have a different kind of release.
Thankful he didn’t have to ask for a change so soon, Severus rose from his position, pulling on a pair of trousers and shirt, and robes atop it. Anger coursed through him. How dare they do this to me? Severus would not listen to their petty rules, and he would not cower under them as they wished. His rage spilled off of him as he stalked to the Great Hall for supper, taking points from every student he passed, Slytherins and other houses alike. His anger was palpable, and students knew to clear out of his way, not wanting to risk the surly professor’s ire.
As he stalked towards the head table, his clothes disappeared in an instant, naked save for the padded diaper hidden under his robes. Staring back at the faces of his colleagues, he couldn’t be sure which had done it, only that the sight of them and his exposure left the familiar humiliation to cut through his rage like a knife. His ears tinged red as he made his way to his seat, between Minerva and Filius, and mutely accepted the wand Filius lay on the table for him.
Severus barely ate, picking at the food on his plate as he counted down the minutes until he could leave, could try and remove the diaper once more. But Filius kept refilling his goblet, and Minerva’s stern look forced him to drink gulp after gulp of pumpkin juice, until he truly couldn’t drink anymore. He didn’t dare glance down at the students eating their supper and chatting away happily, knowing he was sat in a diaper and nothing more. So Severus counted down the minutes, painstakingly slow as the clock ticked, jumping up as soon as the clock marked an hour, praying that no one could hear the crinkle of his diaper as he walked.