Magnus wielded the staff at James and a blast of magical energy hit thew poor boy. At once, he felt himself change, to the core of his being. He felt dizzy but through the haze that had become his vision, he felt the world become larger. More imposing. More threatening. More frightening. The four wielders of magic appear to become giants but by now James knew he must become just smaller. His legs suddenly could not support his weight and he fell onto his belly. Not from a big height but now he could see his front limbs. They were changing. They become greenish. They were now shorter, extremely chubbier and his fingers pudgy. Real little sausages. He could feel folds of fat getting added to his body and he wailed. He could not speak anymore. Just bawl, cry and throw a tantrum. The three witches looked at him with surprise, the wizard with a smug smile.
"You still feel sexually attracted by him?" said evilly the man. "You'll lose interest in his sex appeal now, trust me."
"You've turned him into a baby ogre," said Hilda with disbelief.
Magnus laughed and with a sharp stomp of her staff, James found himself with a thick diaper and a pacifier in his mouth.
"It shall be hard to imagine as a lover when you have to be his mothers," smiled Magnus while his women looked plainly appalled.
And so James' new life began.
First, he looked ridiculous as an ogre. Green, ugly, with a big nose, a big mouth, and enormous ears that were too round. Good thing he never had to look at himself in a mirror. And then as a baby he was very chubby, with folds and folds of fat and he made himself think of a green beach ball. He was feeble and he could only flail his limbs uselessly and move the rest of his body in jerking motions. He could only grunt, gurgle and make typical baby noises. No words could come out of his mouth and he could not even toddle. Crawling was the best he could achieve. And the worst was the lack of control of his bodily functions. He urinated and passed bowel movements whenever his body felt like it an d he had to bawl to get his soiled diaper changed. Then his butt and his privates, his penis as big as an acorn and testes close to non-existent, would be showed for all to see and he would be sprinkled with talcum powder before a new fresh diaper was slid on him. How humiliating! And he farted and drooled constantly. He was spooonfed large quantities of bland baby food, especially green vegetables and meat, as well as bottles of milk. His appetite was huge now! He was fed plate after plate of broccoli, cabbage, beans and spinach. He got bread soaked in gravy for desert. The bowls of porridge also were added to his meal. This resulted in his belly becoming paunchy. And apparently a tickling target for the witches and a permanent source of teasing on the part of his torturers. Magnus first and foremost. Magnus had him tickled with autonomous feathers and living gloved. This tickle torture brought out tears of laughter to his eyes and spasms, accompanied with long and irrepressible giggles. He sometimes peed when his own bladder could not hold its contents amidst his weak resistance and spasms of the tickle assault. He was subjected to the constant teasing of Magnus in particular and he always talked to him in baby talk, making appear baby toys which James could not help himself from using, may it be rattles, cars, pacifiers, mobiles or blocks. He drooled, passed gas and had to wear a bib constantly. Or he was naked and teased mercilessly. He had to wear booties and was lefty out of his playpen to crawl around, baby coos and curious gurgles coming out of his mouth. James was aware of his predicament but his body just had other ideas and preferred to respond to infant instincts and interests. The most movements he could perform were the twitches the tickling submitted him to, resulting in Magnus calling him "Twitchy". The witches found seeing Twitchy fun and somewhat cute but more of a hassle and never an actual love interest. That wasn't about to happen. Because Twitchy was cute but not at all handsome, and his drool and farts quickly outweigh his sweet chubbiness. Twitchy hadn't become a pet, even, more of a noisome and bothersome child that had to be baby-sat for a very, very long time. Magnus' spell didn't even allow him to grow up, meaning James would have to remain a baby ogre for a long time. And how could he manage with Magnus enjoying his own endless mocks and taunts? James just hoped either would finally have enough and change him back, even if none wished to for the moment and none of the witches wanted to go against their husband.