The witch, through a crystal ball, easily located John. The idiotic burglar had escaped to his dirty apartment and would not suspect her coming at all. She had a pretty good idea of what spell to give him as a well-deserved punishment but first, she'd humiliate thoroughly. He deserved nothing less, the stupid fool! So she grabbed a shawl and a cane and went out. Damon, still in her purse, watched with fascination mingled with horror. What had she in mind? She just chuckled and told him they were going to find his friend and that she was certain he'd enjoy the show.
In no time, she reached the derelict apartment of John and knocked on the door. He opened the door but as soon as he saw her, he slammed the door in her face. He screamed that he wasn't afraid of the cops she had called and brought with her. The witch waved her wand at the closed door and it opened on its own, banging on the opposite wall. John flinched, screamed and the witch waved the wand again at the door to cklose it again. She looked around and frowned at the pile of dirty clothes, the unwashed dishes and the cans of beer and cigarette butts in overflowing ashtrays everywhere.
"My, you are a filthy boy, aren't you?" she tutted in distaste.
Despite his fright, John just continued hurling insults at her.
"You are not only nasty thief, you are also impolite and a coward, leaving your accomplice like you did. Your parents should have taught you better, obviously."
John kept cussing so she decided to get on with the teaching of manners.
"You are a naughty childish boy. You need to be taught a lesson accordingly. So stop being rude, first of all."
She waved her wand at him and Damon saw a pacifier lodge itself into the mouth of John. So lodged that tried as he might, John could not get rid of it. He pulled and pried but to no avail. As a frog, he could not laugh but Damon would have if he could. That prick did abandon him in the clutches of a the witch so whatever curse befell him, he deserved it completely.
"Now, your full punishment," said the witch with glee.
And with a few elaborate flourishes of her wand, Damon truly wasn't disappointed by the show. First, John's clothes disappeared entirely and he covered his privates with a scream. He rushed to grab anything of cloth to act as makeshift loincloth but he had not time to do so. In fact, the witch took the pain to cover his nudity herself. John stopped himself when he saw that all of a sudden, he was clad in a thick diaper. He tried to remove it, naturally, but it seemed glued to his grin and butt. John groaned and shouted but soon he reverted back to terror. He started shrinking. Actually shrinking. Soon he was the size of a small doll, leading to John becoming terrified as he saw the witch looming above him. With another gesture of her wand, the punishment started with earnest though. The diaper seemed to take a life of its own and bounced repeatedly on the floor. Like a big rubber ball and making its occupant follow, meaning John was getting his butt smacked while literally bouncing all across the apartment. The witch laughed until she had tears in her eyes and it wasn't long before John did the same, although his tears were those of pain and humiliation. He was being spanked in a diaper, after all, in a most humiliating way.
After fifteen minutes of this treatment, the witch made it stop, letting a desperate John cry on the floor, still with the unremovable pacifier between his teeth. He said he was sorry but the witch was not convinced.
"No you're not. This was merely the beginning of your punishment. I'm convinced you will start again as soon as you can. You're just a filthy man. Or a naughty little boy. Let's teach you a bit further, shall we? Like your friends you'll get to see things differently. And other people will be safe from your selfish deeds."
She brandished her wand again and Damon peered above the rim of her bag. He didn't care if he looked the part as the witch's stereotypical pet frog. He was mesmerized with what the witch was about to change his ex-partner into.