by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 24, 2024
Katherine ran down the corridor.
It was well-furnished with little tables and vases and the occasional gorgeous
painting on the wall, nicer even than Katherine’s own family home, but she
didn’t have time to admire it. She’d slipped into her room at the same time as
the others, pulled on her dress, which had magically appeared on her bed since
she’d lost it during the challenge, and left immediately. One woman turned into
a thumbsucker, another stripped of her stylish clothes and dressed up like a nursery
schooler, and a third, worst of all, rendered permanently incontinent.
Katherine’s relief at not being
in Becky’s place had quickly passed. It was pretty clear what sort of thing the
Magician had in mind for them, and Katherine had no intention of ending up as
some overgrown baby herself. There were still three challenges to go, not to
mention whatever extra things the Magician might do to them if they were voted
out. She couldn’t stand the thought of ending up like Becky, forced to spend
the rest of her life in diapers. Diapers. A fashion statement that told
the world you couldn’t even control your bladder and bowels, that you were no
better than a two-year-old at keeping yourself clean and dry. The idea that a
grown woman could be reduced to that was terrifying. She had to get out of here
now.
Katherine ran as quietly as she
could. She’d gone deeper into the mansion – there was no way she was going back
through the hall when there was a chance Becky and the Magician were still
there – but the place was like a labyrinth. Still, there had to be an exit, and
sneaking out was clearly her best option. The man was obviously a real magician
of some kind, but he surely couldn’t know everything. Katherine was more
worried about coming across other people in the house, members of staff
perhaps, maids or cooks or housekeepers, anyone who might alert the Magician to
what she was doing.
She froze as she head the faint
sounds of a soft, female voice coming from up ahead. There was a door on the
right of the corridor just a few feet away that was slightly ajar. She’d have
to be careful to sneak past without whoever was inside seeing her. She
approached cautiously, and as she got closer, the words of the woman inside
became clearer.
“There’s a good girl,” she cooed.
“Drink it all up for Nanny now, that’s a good baby. Such a hungry girl, aren’t
you? Someone’s getting her tum-tum nice and full, isn’t she?”
When she was right outside the
door, Katherine peeked inside through the gap. What she saw made her freeze in
place. There was a beautiful middle-aged woman sitting on a sofa. Her breasts,
larger even than Katherine’s own, were out, and latched onto the nipple of one
of them was a girl who seemed to be around Katherine’s age, naked but for the
thick white diaper on her bottom. All Katherine could see of her head was her
sleek brown hair, but there was no doubt she was nursing eagerly on the older
woman’s breast.
“That’s it,” the woman crooned
down at the girl laying across her lap. “Drink up all of Nanny’s milk like a
good baby.”
Katherine was transfixed. It was
like looking at a car crash – a girl her age reduced to the level of a nursing
infant.
Quite suddenly, the older woman
looked up, straight into Katherine’s eyes. A broad smile appeared on her face,
maternal yet slightly sinister as well.
“Does someone else want a
suckle?” she asked lightly.
Katherine squealed and fled as
fast as she could down the corridor. She ran past other doors, trying not to
think about what might be behind them. It was only until she came close to
another open one, with a woman’s voice coming from it once again, this time
stern and lecturing, that she hesitated.
“You naughty little thing! You do
not take your nappy off, missy. I hope that red bottom will teach you a
lesson. Come on, legs in, let’s get this over your nappy. You know what a
little fountain you can be.”
Katherine couldn’t help herself.
She stopped running to glance inside.
There was another Nanny in the
room, and another girl. But this time the young lady was standing up,
sniffling, her eyes red from crying, while her Nanny tugged a pair of plastic
pants over her comically large diaper. She wasn’t wearing anything else. Her
bare, womanly breasts, tight tummy, and slender legs clashed ridiculously with
the bulky nappy on her bottom.
Just like before, as if she could
somehow sense Katherine’s presence, the woman looked around suddenly, smirking.
Katherine felt her stomach drop.
“Hang around sweetie, and Nanny
will change you into a nappy and plastic pants of your own.”
Katherine fled again, breathing
frantically. She had to get out of here! She had to! But as she ran, she began
to feel an odd dizziness. She was slowing down, and her strides becoming more
and more uncoordinated. Her gait widened, and she found herself lifting her
feet too high off the ground, stomping the floor forcefully when they came down
and putting her off-balance. She was toddling!
“No, no, no, no, no…” she
muttered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes. She kept going. At the end
of the corridor was a door. If she could just reach it…
Her knees gave out, and she fell
to her hands and knees. She crawled desperately towards the door, tears spilling
down her cheeks. She was so close! She didn’t even notice as her knee-length
dress shortened, rising up her legs and over her backside, until her bare bum
and pussy were on display. She’d been in such a hurry to escape that she hadn’t
even bothered putting on underwear.
“Where are you off to, little
one?” came the Magician’s deep, amused voice from right behind her. Katherine
shrieked in fear and looked around, gazing up at the man standing above her
with a wicked smile on his face.
“I… I… I was just…”
“It seems like you’ve been
running all over the house, silly girl!” He reached down and patted her bare
bottom. “That’s very naughty, sweetie. Daddy told you to get changed and meet
back in the dining room. But it looks like a certain little lady was trying to
escape! Did you think I wouldn’t know, Katherine? I brought you here with a
snap of my fingers, remember? There’s no getting away.”
“I’m sorry!” Katherine sobbed,
terror on her face. “Please don’t do anything to me!”
The Magician chuckled and, taking
her by her hands, lifted Katherine to her feet. She was relieved that she was
able to stand up again, even if her new shorter dress just barely covered her
pussy.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m not
going to do anything too bad to you. But you do need to be punished.”
“Oh God no!” Katherine wailed.
“Please!”
“Hush baby. You were very naughty
for trying to run away, and I think I know a very fitting punishment for you.”
Still keeping a hold of her hand,
he started leading her back down the corridor. With a horrible plummeting in
her stomach, Katherine realised that she was still toddling. Her stance was
still wide and awkward, her steps still heavy and uncoordinated.
“There won’t be any more running
for you, little miss,” said the Magician, confirming her fears. “And no more
elegant struts down the catwalk either.”
Katherine burst into tears as the
Magician tugged her along behind him. She was going to be stuck like this!
She’d always carried herself with such dignity and grace, and now she was
supposed to stomp around everywhere like some stupid three-year-old?!
“I heard you saw a couple of the
other girls staying in my house,” the Magician went on conversationally,
ignoring Katherine’s sobbing. “Little Lizzy getting her afternoon feeding. She
used to be a particularly scathing food critic, responsible for the shutdown of
many lovely restaurants. She was quite the snob when it came to food. Now she’s
on a diet of nothing but breastmilk.” He looked devilishly happy about it. “Of
course, most of the guests I have get to go back to their lives – their new
ones anyway – but sometimes there are special cases. Since I made her unable to
eat or drink anything except breastmilk, I thought little Lizzy might as well
stay here with one of the lovely Nannies I employ to be her wetnurse. Then you
saw cute little Jemima too. Believe it or not, she was a hardened criminal
once, getting involved in gangs and doing all sorts of nasty things. But now
she spends her days toddling around in her nappies, playing with her toys, and
getting spanked for the slightest bit of misbehaviour. Her attitude is so much
better now!”
Finally, Katherine and the
Magician were back in the hall. He led her, waddling absurdly and flashing her
pussy with every awkward step, into the dining room where they’d had their
baby-food lunch earlier that day. The rest of the girls were standing around
nervously. They stared at Katherine with a mixture of curiosity and dread.
Abby, Madelyn, and Susie were standing close together, but Becky was a little
distance away, still wearing a stinky, heavily soiled nappy between her legs.
Madelyn was still nursing her thumb, and Susie had apparently not found any
adult clothes to change into in her room, because she was still dressed like a
nursery schooler.
“Little Katie here tried to
escape,” the Magician explained. “So now she toddles when she walks. Isn’t she
just the cutest?”
Katherine blushed bright red and kept
her eyes fixed on the floor.
“Now then,” the Magician went on,
“it’s almost time to have our first vote.” He waved his hand and a ballot box
appeared on the table in front of them. “But first, you can all have a little
discussion. Talk to whoever you want, or don’t. It’s up to you. But in a couple
of minutes, you’ll all be voting to kick one of your number out of the
competition. Good luck!”
He vanished, leaving the five
women standing there, unsure of what to do. Becky started to move closer to the
other girls, but Abby and Madelyn looked disgusted, and Susie said “Ewww! No!
Stay over there Becky!”
Becky didn’t know whether she
wanted to burst into tears or start screaming in rage. The nappy sagging from
her hips was disgusting, but this wasn’t her fault!
“Look, I’m sorry,” Susie said,
turning to the others. “But do we really want to spend the rest of this ordeal
with a woman who might poop her pants at any moment? I think we should vote out
Becky.”
“No!” Becky squealed, looking
around desperately. “Please don’t! I don’t want to go home like this! I don’t
wanna be a big baby forever!” She looked utterly pathetic.
Abby almost felt a little sorry
for her, but she agreed with Susie that spending however many more challenges
around a yucky, smelly, pants-filling baby woman was disgusting. But on the
other hand, sobbing and crying in her nappies, the eighteen-year-old Becky
didn’t seem like she would be much of a threat…
Susie and Becky continued arguing
while the others watched. Abby stared at Susie, thinking hard. If anything,
Susie was far more likely to pose a threat to Abby in future rounds. She
glanced at Madelyn, and noticed that she was also looking at Susie appraisingly,
her brow furrowed. She might almost have looked calculating if it wasn’t for
the thumb bobbing stupidly in her mouth. Abby might have considered voting out
Madelyn – she’d seemed so confident and powerful at the beginning – but being
turned into a thumbsucker seemed to have robbed her of some of her authority.
Madelyn looked up, and their eyes met. A flash of understanding passed between
them. Katherine was still sniffling, mourning her ability to walk like an
adult. She wouldn’t be of any use, but hopefully it wouldn’t matter.
The Magician suddenly reappeared,
and Susie and Becky’s argument broke off. “Are we all ready, girls?” he asked
with that horrible smile. He passed out a piece of paper and a crayon to each
of them. They all hurried away from one another and, covering their work like
schoolchildren taking a test, they scribbled down a name. One by one, they
walked up to the ballot box and placed their piece of paper into the slot. Then
they all stood around fearfully while the Magician opened it up, and took them
out to look at.
“Excellent!” he announced. “At
three votes, we have a clear loser.” He looked around, his eyes glittering with
light. There was tense silence but for the wet smacking sound of Madelyn’s
thumbsucking. The magician’s gaze passed over each of them before coming to
rest on Susie. “Miss Taylor,” he said. Susie felt her blood run cold. “I’m
afraid you’re out of the competition.”
“No!” Susie cried. “It can’t be
me! Count the votes again! I couldn’t… I won’t…”
But the Magician was walking up
to her slowly, and her voice died. “Awww, don’t be scared, little one,” he
cooed, tickling her under the chin. “I’m not going to throw you out to the
cold. I know just the person to take care of you.” He gestured to the door.
Susie looked over, and saw her mother standing in the doorway. She felt as
though a bucket of ice had been poured over her.
“Hi Susie-wusie!” Mrs Taylor
cooed, with a very Magician-like smile. “Are you reading to come back home?”
Her voice was slow and patronising, like she was talking to a very young child.
Susie could only stare in horror.
Then, when she realised what the Magician intended for her, she turned round and
ran. She only made it a few steps before her mother’s voice said sternly, “Stay
where you are, little girl!” and Susie felt her body freeze. “Now come back
here right this instant. Come to Mummy, Susie-poo.”
Susie couldn’t stop herself from
turning around and marching back over to her mother to stand submissively
before her.
“W-what have you done to me?” she
whispered.
“This lovely man’s sorted out
everything,” Mrs Taylor said, tilting her head at the Magician. “He’s made it
so you won’t be able to disobey me ever again. Anything I tell you to do,
you’ll do it. Isn’t that wonderful? Mummy always did know what’s best for you,
and now I’ll have full control of your life for good. You’ve been a very
naughty girl, Susie. Running away from Mummy, going off to university, thinking
you can be ‘mature’ and ‘independent’. You’ve been very, very naughty – and you
know what that means, don’t you sweetie?”
Susie whimpered. She knew what
her mother was going to say before she said it. Those horrible, terrifying,
humiliating words from her childhood.
“It’s smacky bum-bum time, Susie.”
“No….” Susie sobbed, barely
audibly. She hated those words more than anything in the world. It was all her
mother’s strict discipline wrapped up in the most patronising, insultingly
infantile language. It was every humiliating spanking she’d ever received,
right up until the day she’d left home.
“Yes, baby,” her mother said,
talking in that same slow, sweet, condescending voice. “Naughty girls need red
tushies.” She reached under Susie’s skirt and hooked her fingers into the
waistband of her cotton underpants. Then, agonizingly slowly, she drew them
down to her daughter’s knees. “There we go. Now over my knee, Susie.”
Susie fought as hard she could to
resist, but it was impossible. She draped herself over her mother’s lap
obediently.
Mrs Taylor flipped up her
daughter’s tiny skirt, exposing her pale bare bottom. She patted it gently, as
if savouring the sight of her wayward daughter back over her knees once again, and
then she started to rain down sharp, painful smacks.
Susie screwed up her face in pain
and humiliation as her bottom quickly went from white to red. She wanted to
stay in control of herself, to preserve whatever dignity she had left, but it
was useless. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to cry. Her crying
became louder and louder as her mother spanked her like a disobedient child,
until she was wailing like a baby at the top of her lungs. “Dobbit Mummy!” she
sobbed thickly. “P’ease dobbit! I don’t wanna be a little girl again! Waaaaaaaaah!”
The other girls watched with a
combination of horror and morbid fascination, and in Becky’s case a tiny bit of
satisfaction, as Susie got her bottom smacked like a little girl.
At last, Mrs Taylor finished. She
helped Susie off her lap and got to her feet. Susie just stood there, crying
her eyes out with her undies around her ankles and her bottom bright red.
“Thank you for everything,” Mrs
Taylor said to the Magician. “I’m so glad to have my little girl back where she
belongs. Do you think you could be so kind as to send us home? I think this
little one needs to spend a few hours in time-out before bed.”
The Magician inclined his head
graciously. “Of course.” He snapped his fingers, and Susie and her mother
vanished.
The Magician's Game
by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 24, 2024
Stories of Age/Time Transformation