You are now... an ape. A giant ape, yet with clearly juvenile traits. Your fur is dark brown, you eyes almost black and you walk on all fours, your front hands on your knuckles. It seems normal yet deep down you know it should nor be so. You point to the mirror, uttering typical monkey cries.
"Yes, yes, you are the cutest baby around, everyone knows that," laughs softly the the witch.
Her words make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Yes! You are adorable! Hooray! You are Precious and your owner loves you! What could there be more to life? Actually, there is as the witch continues.
"Now come along, Precious. Your mommy is expecting you."
A mommy? You have a mommy? Is that possible? But if Owner says you have one, it must be true. Everything Owner says IS true. Always. And if she approves of the mommy for you, then she must have good reasons for doing so.
"Actually..." she pondered, looking at you.
With a spell, she makes a diaper appear. Well, nothing wrong about that. You are a baby so it is normal you should wear such a garment. The remnants of your human mind says it is wrong but you quiet it rapidly. It is comfy and practical. You can now pee and defecate wherever. Why doesn't everybody use these? A noise is heard and ahead you see an enormous cage with an ape much bigger than you. It sees you and it shouts out grunts of love and affection.
"Yes, yes, I'm coming, Pretty," chuckles Owner. "And look what I've got for you! Your very own Precious!"
Mommy! That must be mommy! Owner says her name is Pretty and indeed she is, with a pink frilly apron tied to her, flowers behind her ears and big feminine eyes. She has a flat chest and a penis with testicles, but if Owner says she's a mommy, and yours to boot, then it is true. She looks happy to see you and her instincts ARE very maternal, no matter what's on her crotch. Something tells you it all very wrong but something else grabs your attention. Because... And... Oh! There are lots of baby things in her cage with her, like a cradle, a playpen, toys and all sorts of baby things. Are those for you? Yes, yes, they must indeed be for you and your heart swells at the idea of playing with all of that. Then, Owner opened the door of the cage and your new mommy whisked you inside, kissing you and hugging you. Pure love. You let yourself be embraced by it. Owner has removed the lead and collar, for now, but you know she is Owner, even though you still have these annoying nagging doubts in your head.
Mommy ties a blue frilly bonnet to you head and then feeds you pureed bananas. She burps you and then let you play with a rattle and blocks in the playpen, a pacifier in your mouth. You love it! She tapped your belly to check it it was full and she fusses constantly over you. She adores mothering you and loves you unconditionally. You are powerless to resist her maternal ministrations. She holds you close and makes you suck her nipple. No milk come out but it's all right. She rocks you and sings you lullabies and it puts you out like a light. She diligently changes your diapers and you let her stuff you with food. She loves having a chubby baby to tickle. She gives you bottle after bottle of warm delicious milk and it get harder and harder to remember you ever were a human, before you were brought down to become the baby of a witch's pet that had a great need to mother something, anything. Life is so simple and easy now, and Mommy and Owner so nice. You love basking in the love and affection. Your mommy mollycoddles you always but you'd be hard-pressed to explain why that would ever be a bad thing. Being a pampered giant baby ape is the best thing ever, not that you'd ever think of anything else to compare. You just know that Mommy loves you and that being pampered is the greatest joy in life, tickles and all.