by Dark Oni

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"Killing Time"

It was the middle of a weekday and the restaurant was mostly empty. An average sized man sat at one of the tables, dressed completely in black from his leather jacket to his sneakers. His brown hair was worn in a ponytail.

He seemed annoyed, glancing at his watch and sighing. No sooner had the breath left his lips than he coughed. Wrinkling his nose he noticed a waft of smoke flowing in his direction.

Turning his head he spotted a pair of women sitting at the table behind him. There was a long haired blonde and a short haired brunette. Each looked to be in their early twenties and were quite attractive. The blonde however was smoking a cigarette and puffing on it thoroughly.

The man politely asked, "Excuse me ladies, I'm sorry to intrude but this is the nonsmoking section and your smoke is beginning to bother me."

The brunette, who was facing him, laughed as her blonde friend slowly turned her head and smirked.

The blonde said "Well that's the worst pick up line I've ever heard. Buzz off creep. It's a free country so feel free to move." With that she blew smoke into the man's face and turned back to her friend laughing.

The man paused a moment. For an instant he thought of calling for the manager but a quick mental scan revealed the brunette's brother wouldn't be too sympathetic to his pleas. Glancing again at his watch the man stood up.

"So anyway, I told that geek Martin at work to find someone in his own species to date." the blonde was saying.

"You go girl." the brunette laughed, just as the strange man pulled a chair out from their table and sat down.

"Hey, what the hell?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

The man calmly replied, "I'd like to apologize Elizabeth. I now understand you are badly addicted to these things and I would like to help you."

"What the...do you know me?" Elizabeth asked.

The brunette was busy with something else. "Waiter! Oh, waiter!"

Within seconds the only waiter in this section of the restaurant appeared at the table and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"You bet your ass there is! This guy is harassing us." the brunette exclaimed.

The waiter grabbed the man's shoulder and said, "Sir, I think you should leave."

The man looked calmly into the waiter's eyes and said, "It's okay Larry, everything's fine here."

Letting go of the man's shoulder the waiter said, "Looks like everything's fine here."

"You can go now."

"I'll be going now." Larry repeated, and turned on his heel to walk away.

The two women watched the scene in horror. The brunette tried to leave but found that she couldn't get out of her chair.

"Oh please Marcy, don't get up. I think you'll find this interesting. By the way, you can call me James if you'd like." the man said.

Marcy weakly replied, "O-okay....James."

"Now Elizabeth, as to your problem. I know you've tried the patch but you just couldn't stand not having something in your mouth. I think I can solve that." James said, plucking the cigarette from her fingers and snuffing it out on the table.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Elizabeth asked meekly. She'd found that she could no longer get up either.

"My dear girl, there a so many things you could stick in your mouth instead. For example, your thumb."

Upon hearing those words Elizabeth felt an overwhelming urge to stick her thumb in her mouth and she quickly did. Her eyes bulged and stared down at the offending appendage in shock.

"Of course, if you're going to put a thumb in your mouth you should suck on it, just like a cigarette."

With that statement Elizabeth began to loudly suck on her thumb despite her best efforts not to. She simply couldn't believe she was doing this!

"There, doesn't Mr. Thumb taste so much better than those nasty cigarettes? Of course he does. Now, I know what you're thinking. Really, I do. You're thinking how stupid it looks for a grown woman like you to be sucking her thumb. Well, I can help you there too. Let's see, the last time you sucked your thumb you were .... two! It was perfectly normal then. Now, how can we make you more like a two year old?"

Elizabeth started to frantically squirm in her chair but it was no use. She felt herself being slowly pushed back from the table, her seated body now in the middle of the room.

James stood and looked down at her. "Of course, I've scanned your mind so I can tell there are already so many things about you that are immature. Your opinions about the opposite sex, your selfishness, and your material urges just to name a few. But what to change? Oh, I know!"

With a wave of his hand Elizabeth's white blouse and bra shimmered and disappeared leaving her large breasts bare. A muffled scream could be heard under the loud sucking as the woman covered herself with her free hand and began to cry.

"Two year olds don't wear bra's." he stated, nodding to himself. "Y'know, they don't wear heels either." With that Elizabeth's white heels shimmered and were replaced by short frilly socks. The poor woman was now naked except for the socks and her black mini skirt.

As Elizabeth continued to squirm, the man began to rub his chin, a thoughtful look coming to his eyes. "Now what could I be missing? Oh yes, toddler's can't hold their pee pee in." he finished mockingly.

As her eyes widened in horror Elizabeth felt a building surge. She had to go, badly! Frantically she tried to get up and run to the bathroom, but all she could manage to do was clench her legs together and bring her free hand down to her crotch.

"Nooooo!" she screamed in her mind. "I'm not going to pee my panties. I'm not!" Her toes clenched and her feet pressed firmly against the carpeting below in her attempts to hold back the deluge.

For a moment she actually thought she'd succeed but then a squirt escaped into her panties, immediately followed by another. Before she could react she was piddling in her skirt like a toddler.

As Elizabeth began to lose control James smacked himself on the forehead and said, "I am so stupid. How could I forget the diapers?"

With another wave of his hand Elizabeth's skirt shimmered, then rapidly thickened. Within seconds she wore a giant disposable diaper.

To Elizabeth the feeling was quite strange. In one moment she was soaking a very yielding material, the warmth spreading across her front. In the next she could feel the stream of urine bouncing around as it was confined in her diaper.

By the time she'd relieved herself, she was sobbing heavily. She'd never felt so embarrassed or so vulnerable. Feeling the sloshing in her diaper she also didn't think it could get worse.

"Oh my, I guess Betsy is wetsy." James joked, using a name she'd rejected in her teen years because it made her sound like a kid. "Y'know, I may be wrong, but I think toddler's poo in their diapers too." he smiled.

A shriek was again muffled by Elizabeth's thumb as warm, sticky shit forced its way through her defenses and oozed around her ass. Her control was shot at this point as she sat there in her own waste, sucking on her thumb as if her life depended on it.

James walked slowly over to her and leaned down to her face. He looked down at her diaper, already sagging in the front from the abuse it had taken. He then patted her gently on the head.

"There, there, almost done Betsy." he consoled. "There is one last thing, though. Two year olds, aren't, twenty three."

With a final gesture the man smiled. Through her tears and sorrow Betsy vaguely noticed that the chair was getting larger. With a start she looked down at her breasts as each of her prized posessions shrank. Soon she was flatchested again and the chair was quite roomy. Her diaper however wasn't loose as it seemed to be shrinking with her.

Passing below puberty, Betsy's feet lifted themselves off the ground. Her shortening legs caused her to slide forward in the chair, making the mess in her diaper spread a bit more. It was then she pushed forward and found she could stand on the chair.

She almost made a break for it, but looking down at the floor caused her to back up in fear. It was a long way down!

Looking up, thumb still in her mouth, the little toddler stared in fear at the giant before her. The giant reached under her arms and lifted her high into the air. A pit of despair formed in her tummy as she helplessly dangled over a space that was to her, a couple of stories from the ground.

The man stared at Betsy for an instant. Her long golden hair had shrunk down to her ears and now framed her chubby little face adorably. Her blue eyes betrayed a combination of fear and shock while her thumb was still being loudly sucked.

"There, all done." James said happily. Jiggling the diapered toddler a bit he added, "Oh my, aren't you a smelly little thing? I think mommy is going to have a heck of a time changing you." At that statement he looked at Marcy.

"No. Please. Don't do anything to me. I'm sorry I laughed at you." Marcy cried. "I don't want to be a baby."

James smiled and placed Betsy a high chair that wasn't far from the table and rolled it there.

"Now Marcy, you just want to take care of your baby, like any good mother would."

"I want to take care of my baby." Marcy calmly repeated.

"Excellent." James stated. Using the excess matter from Betsy's clothes he created a full diaper bag and placed it next to Marcy. "You may want to use this soon." he smirked.

He then turned to Betsy and said, "Now my dear, don't get too worried. This spell will only last a week and then you'll be back to your old bitchy self. Don't worry about work, I'll take care of that. They won't even miss you." With that he tweaked the toddler's button nose and turned away.

He imediately paused though and turned back. "Oh, and another thing. I meant what I said. When the week is over your addiction to smoking will be gone. Trust me, you'll have so many things to suck on you won't be able to think about putting another cigarette in your mouth." Betsy cried a little. "Oh, no need to thank me. I'm glad to be of help."

Smiling, James turned back to Marcy and waved his hand. The woman blinked then focused her eyes on him. "I'm sorry sir, what were you saying?"

Tickling Betsy under the chin he said, "I was just commenting on what a cute baby you have."

Marcy sighed, "Yeah, she's cute alright, but you don't have to change the little stinker. Thank you though."

Betsy squirmed a bit, agitated her friend didn't remember her. "She seems a bit fussy." the man said. "I think she needs to be fed."

"She probably needs to be fed." Marcy repeated and slowly began to unbotton her blouse. "You don't mind do you?" she asked.

"Not at all madam, as long as you don't smoke."

"Smoke? Not a chance, smoking's bad for babies." Marcy looked shocked as she loosened her bra.

Betsy finally noticed what her friend was doing and started to cry. "No want bweastfeed!" she shouted.

"Now Betsy, be quiet. You'll feel much better on a full stomach." Marcy said as she lifted the screaming toddler from the highchair.

Walking back to his table the man smirked and muttered, "Well, smoking was very bad for that baby."

A few minutes later the man sat calmly at his table, looking through the menu. He lowered it as he felt a presence come near.

Smiling he said, "Miss Armstrong, so nice to see you."

A woman with long black hair and wearing a red business suit with red heels walked up to his table. The new arrival nervously shook his hand and said, "I am so sorry for being late. There was .... "

"Please, just sit down." the man said. He suddenly cringed as a wail exploded behind him.

Miss Armstrong looked over his shoulder to see a frustrated mother trying to get a screaming toddler to feed. At first she smiled affectionately, as most women would, but after a moment she looked surprised and squinted her eyes at them. She then looked shockingly at her companion and asked, "Did you...?"

"Just killing a little time Miss Armstrong. They'll be fine. If you want to be my assistant you can't be so squeamish." the man smiled.

"Oh. Alright, I guess. They're only temporary spells I see. I doubt the council would mind .... much." she commented.

"Agreed. So, what's the news?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry." the woman pulled out a few papers and laid them on the table before her, pausing dramatically. "The final vote was earlier today. It's not official yet but you're the new head of Internal Security for the Council. Congratulations Mr. Raithe."

"Thank you Susan." Raithe paused for a moment then said "So, you were a half an hour late. That sounds a bit irresponsible to me. Not good, but I think I can help you with that."

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"Can't Buy Me Love"

"It's been fun but I really have to get going. I'll call you." Denise said, walking away from the bar.

The man she'd been talking with nodded but held a dissapointed look. He knew he wasn't seeing her again.

It was a saturday night and the nightclub was busy. Working her way through the crowd Denise found her table and sat down next to her friend Margeret.

"Well, Denise, what was wrong with that one?"

"What a loser." Denise repied, brushing her long curly red hair off her shoulder. She was very attractive and had a body most men would, and a couple had actually offered, to kill for. "Some kind of cowboy or something. Drives a stupid pickup and works at a gas station. Total reject."

"Was he nice?" Margeret asked.

"Wha...? Who cares, he was a loser. L-o-s-e-r." Denise replied, her green eyes flashing angrily.

Margeret tilted her head down, allowed her dark bangs to fall across her forehead and sighed. "Hey, money isn't everthing D. Love's important too."

"Love? Still believe in that, huh? Well, I'm about to turn thirty so I don't have time for childish fantasies anymore. Just give me somebody who can provide for me. I want to be pampered." Denise preached.

"You know, you marry a guy just because he's rich and you're just going to become one of his possessions." Margeret warned.

"Who says I need to marry one? I wouldn't mind being the mistress. Hidden away from the wife and showered with gifts. New clothes, jewlery and fine food. What more could a woman want?"

Margeret sighed again. It was pointless to talk to her friend when she was like this. "I'm going home. You coming?"

"What's the matter? Search for love not going so well?" Denise mocked, recieving a glare from her friend. "Geez, don't take it like that. I think your ideas are cute."

"Goodbye D. Catch you tomorrow. Let me know if you grow up." Margeret huffed before walking away.

"Whatever." Denise muttered, and worked on her long island iced tea. Another hour passed along with two more rejected suitors before Denise considered calling a cab and going home.

It was then a man approached her table. He was quite handsome and wore a black goatee along with a very stylish grey italian suit. Denise knew what it was worth in an instant.

"May I sit down?" the man asked.

"Oh, certainly. My name's Denise."

"A beautiful name my nymph. I am Daniel. I was wondering if you would like to talk." And talk they did. The more Denise found out the happier she got. Daniel was some kind of 'purchaser of valuable things' for a major corporation and needless to say he was quite rich.

He also seemed to know her better than any man she'd ever met. It was uncanny, almost as if he could read her mind.

There was a time when Denise would have been wary of such a boon but after her earlier conversation with Margeret and the amount of alcohol in her system, she was more than happy to get into Daniel's Jaguar and ride to his hotel.

Denise sat in a cushy chair in the hotel's presidential suite and stretched her body. She had just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a soft robe. She looked down at her partially exposed breasts proudly, remembering how much Daniel had enjoyed them.

They'd made love into the wee hours of the AM and it had been wonderful. He was good, and a bit kinky too. It had seemed like he was testing her and she'd been more than happy to oblige.

Taking a sip of champange Denise noticed the bottle was almost empty. Sinking into the cushions she wiggled her toes in the soft plush of the carpet and purred, "Oh yes, I could get used to this."

"Good to see you're enjoying yourself." Daniel said from the bathroom door.

Denise was slightly started but smiled upon seeing her lover attired as she was.

"How could I not. You are a most, generous host." she said silkily, hoping to impress him with her nonchalance.

Daniel walked over, gave her a long kiss and sat down across from her. "You like this don't you? Expensive surroundings, fine drink, being taken care of."

"My, you've read my mind." Denise smiled.

"What would you say to me if I said that could be yours forever?"

Denise looked a bit shocked and gulped down the champange in her mouth. "You can't be asking me to marry you?" she asked.

Daniel smiled and politely shook his head. "No, no. That would be impossible. What I'm suggesting is more, unofficial, in nature. I can assure you however, you would be well taken care of."

Rolling the champange glass in her fingers Denise mulled her thoughts for a moment. Finally, someone was offering to take her away from her dreary existence and into the world of luxury she so richly deserved. Dreams of fine clothing and jewlery danced in her head. Hiding her excitement she said, "Why not? I don't see any harm in trying something new."

"Wonderful. I have to ask though, to make things official. Denise Williams, will you be mine?"

Denise chuckled at his formality then smiled and said "Definately."

Her grin was returned. "That's all I needed to hear."

Instantly Denise felt a wave of nausuea and an intense tingling. Wavering a bit she looked at Daniel and let loose a small laugh. "The alchohol must be catching up with me. I'm a bit tipsy." she said, her sentence ending in a higher pitch than it had started.

She shifted in her chair and watched in a detached manner as her robe slipped off her shoulders, revealing two small, pert breasts where moments before a pair of mature bossoms had resided. Her head spinning Denise stared as her breasts slowly melted into her chest, her once large nipples dissolving into a pair of pink dots.

"Heehee, that's funny." the disoriented child squeaked, before looking up at her friend and happily stating, "Oh, my voice sounds funny!" A high pitched giggling rapidly followed as the ever shrinking child swung her oversized sleeves and kicked her dangling feet.

Denise joyfully fell into a drunken haze, her small body unable to handle what she'd consumed as an adult. She laughed again as everything around her continued to grow. Just before she blacked out, surrounded by her tent sized robe, she saw a giant Daniel smiling down at her.

It was pitch black when Denise awoke. The first thing she noticed was her pounding head. Hangovers were no fun. The thing she noticed was that she had almost no clothes on. She could feel cold air hitting her bare skin.

As she moved a bit she felt something wrapped around her waist. Gently touching it she discovered it felt like plastic and was soft. She also noticed she was on her back, strapped into what felt like a recliner.

Anger very quickly replaced fear as Denise pieced together what she could remember. "What a rotten weasel." she thought. She was sure Daniel had drugged her. In fact she still seemed to be affected, her hands hard to control and her body feeling all wrong.

"When I get my hands on that bastard, he's going to pay." she thought.

In that instant darkness turned to blinding light. Denise could hear the murmur of a crowd as her eyes tried to focus. The first blurry image that came to her caused her lids to close again.

"No, that isn't possible!" she screamed in her head. Unfortunately for Denise, the second look wasn't any better. She was in a humongous room that was filled with various individuals, all of whom seemed too big. Worse of all, standing above her, dressed in an attractive blue evening gown, was a woman who had to be fifty feet tall.

The giant brunette smiled down at her and said sweetly, "Sorry to wake you honey, but you're up."

With that the woman reached down, unbuckled the strap and lifted Denise into her arms.

Denise was frantic. She simply couldn't believe what was going on. Looking back she saw that she'd been laying in a baby carrier. A cold fear ran though her as she looked down and saw her flat chest and round tummy. She wasn't surprised to see she was wearing a disposable diaper to boot.

She was gently placed on a blanket in the middle of the room, surrounded by the small crowd. The more she stared at her surroundings the more terrified she became. When she felt her diaper suddenly becoming warm and soggy it was too much for her to take and she began to cry like the baby she was.

A voice boomed above her. "Now, our next item for bid is of the sextoy variety. As you can see the little dear has a built in age regression spell so that when she is not in use she is very easy to care for and to transport."

A bit of the message filtered through to Denise's consciousness. "Sextoy? Spell? What the hell is going on?!"

A man in a tuxedo and holding a microphone walked into her view. "Now, we don't expect you to purchase anything sight unseen." the man said. Pausing he held a small cystal between his fingers and rose it above his head. In a moment the crystal glowed blue.

Denise's little body was still racked with sobs as she felt that tingle again. The room quickly seemed to get smaller as she felt her diaper tighten then suddenly pop open. Glancing down at her body she watched in awe as her torso stretched, the baby fat dissapearing. Her legs grew long and thin as her growing feet were pushed across the blanket in front of her.

Within seconds hair started to grow on her private area and her nipples rose from her chest, her breasts rapidly inflating behind them. Denise was still in shock when the tingling stopped, leaving her fully grown and fully naked in a room full of strangers.

"As you can see she is very attractive in her own right, but upgrades can always be made." the man said, and the crystal glowed again.

Denise was shifting uncomfortably on the wet diaper beneath her when she felt a tingling in her breasts. She gasped as she watched her already ample breasts grow to twice their size. She quickly covered the jiggling things and bent her legs under her ass to better hide her modesty.

"What's going on?" she whimpered, but was ignored.

"Of course, for those of you with different tastes...." The crystal glowed again and the mounds Denise was covering melted away. Looking down in shock she saw her chest was now flat as a board.

"Hair color can be changed as well. Also, an added option allows her mass to be lowered or raised while keeping whatever features are in place. This is definately a possession I know many of you would prize." the man finished.

The crystal glowed again and Denise's breasts returned to their normal size. "Now, shall we start the bidding at one hundred thousand?"

Still very shaken Denise managed to focus her anger and shouted, "No! I'm not a toy, I'm a human being! Let me go!" Despite her nakedness the redhead rose to her feet. She'd had some martial arts training and was sure she could get the crystal if she moved quickly enough.

Before the man could react Denise grabbed him by the arm and kicked him in the groin. An instant later however, Denise felt a pain unlike any she'd ever experienced before, centered around her crotch. She fell to her knees as the man smiled above her.

"A fiesty one isn't she? How much fun she will be to break! Or course, she is enchanted with normal defense spells. Any damage she inflicts to the holder of the control crystal is passed to her." Denise moaned upon hearing that, realizing that she'd just found out what being kicked in the balls felt like.

"Still, perhaps she should be taught a lesson." The crowd murmured in response and some clapping could be heard. "A demonstration then, of other options." the man decided.

Denise had mangaged to return to her feet when she felt a tingling again. She suddenly felt very weak and her balance seemed to dissapear. She wobbled a bit before giving way to gravity and plopping down on her ass. The force of the blow hurt her much more than she'd expected and she began to involuntarily sniffle.

"I have now reduced her moter skills, strength and emotional responses to that of a toddler." the man explained, before bending over her. "You've been a very naughty girl Denise.

You must be taught a lesson."

Denise's body again tingled and the room seemed to grow. She looked down at herself, expecting some kind of change but her adult body stayed the same. It took a couple of seconds to realize she was just shrinking this time. When the tingling stopped she could see the man was twice the size he'd been before. She realized that meant she had to be half her normal size, probably under three feet she thought miserably.

She started crying again before the man picked her up and laid her across his lap. Her feet dangled off the floor on one side as her breasts did the same on the other. She continued to sniffle as she awaited what she knew was coming and then flinched when she felt the man's large fingers slowly brush along her still ample behind. She could feel them making circles on her skin before they plumeted between her legs. A shocked look came to her eyes as the man began to rub her off.

As Denise embarassingly began to enter the realm of pleasure the man calmly explained the situation to the crowd. "Now, her sexual senses have been heightened so unless you want her to orgasm too quickly you'll have to go slowly."

Denise swallowed hard as she felt the man's fingers do their work. She was mortified at being treated like this. It was almost as if he was explaining the care of a pet. Still, as upset as she was she couldn't believe how wonderful she felt. Just as she was sure she was about to climax the fingers stopped.

"Noooooo." she weakly whined, more upset now that he'd stopped then that he'd started.

"Almost got carried away." the man laughed. "Now, a punishment is always more effective when pleasure is first taken away." Without warning he began to spank her.

When the first blow smacked her bare bottom she squealed in anquish and began to kick her legs furiously. The pain was incredible and she was in no state to handle it.

Above the steady whacks the man's voice could be heard. "Any pain inflicted on her is magnified by three which will make punishments very effective."

After about twenty blows, and a lot of screaming, the man stopped and stood Denise on the ground to face him. Her eyes were red and her nose was running as she sobbed heavily.

"Now little girl, are you going to behave?"

Denise looked miserably at the giant man and mustering her courage said, "No. Please. I don't wanna be a sextoy. I just wanna go home. Please let me go."

"It's too late for crying now my dear. Anyway, according to your purchaser, this is what you asked for. All of these people are very rich and will take good care of you. You should be happy."

Denise stared back at him in horror. After a moment she began to pout and she stamped her feet on the gound in a tamtrum before screaming, "But I don't wanna be a toy! I wanna be loved! I wan...I wa...aaa....gaaa..gaaa..googee. Goo? Gee! Gaagee! Ah..ahwahahah." Denise broke down into tears as she realized she could no longer speak as an adult.

"My goodness, what a whiner." the man joked, receiving some laughter in response.

As Denise cried her toddlerlike emotions rushed through her and caused a pit of despair to form in her stomach. A moment later she felt a trickling sensation on her leg as warm urine streamed out of her.

Noticing the puddle on the floor the man motioned to the woman in the blue dress and she approached quickly, a diaper and white bonnet already in her hand. Denise quickly found her tiny adult body being laid on the ground as another disposable was placed under her. She tried to put up a fight but it was pointless and she only succeeded in receiving another smack.

The giant woman then efficiently wiped Denise clean and powdered her, holding her ankles together and raising her ass off the ground in order to reach under it. Leaving Denise bared to the room the woman then tied the bonnet around her head and fluffed her curly red hair around her shoulders. Finally she closed the diaper and taped it shut, stretching the plastic tightly around Denise's hips. Denise then found herself effortlessly lifted into the air and seated on the giant man's leg. Her bare legs straddled his as her tiny feet dangled off the ground.

"Annette, could you please get her something to drink?" The woman nodded and walked quickly to the table.

"Now, as I said before, shall we start the bidding at one hundred thousand for this fine item?" he asked, rubbing one of Denise's nipples until it became hard.

As the bidding began Annette returned and before Denise could see what was happening, stuck a warm bottle of milk in her mouth. Despite trying not to Denise found herself suckling on the bottle's nipple, warm milk flooding into her mouth.

Annette smiled warmly as she held the bottle in place and played with Denise's breasts. "Don't worry little one." she whispered. "It's really not so bad. You get used to it and the benefits can be great."

Almost as if on cue the man began to bounce Denise on his leg. She immediately felt jolts of pleasure as the soft diaper was pushed and rubbed against her privates and her breasts bounced. It wasn't long before Denise, dressed only in a diaper and baby bonnet, drinking from a baby's bottle and bounced on a man's knee, had the greatest orgasm of her life. Her pleasure was so complete that she didn't even hear the price of the final bid.

An half an hour later Denise laid in her carrier, still in possession of an adult body but now infant sized. Her moter skills were that of an infant as well, which was why she had no hope of unlatching the strap that held her. She looked down at the diaper she wore in despair. This wasn't the type of pampering she'd wanted.

Before she could contemplate her fate further a familiar face entered her field of view. Angrily she spouted, "GAA! GOO! Pffth!"

"Such language. Is that any way to greet a friend?" Daniel laughed.

"GAA! GAA!"

"Calm down my dear, I come bearing gifts." With that Daniel reached forward and popped a pink pacifier into Denise's mouth, muffling her cries. He then placed a pink rattle in her hand which she somehow couldn't help but grab. As she desperately tried to release it she only succeeded in shaking it. Denise squirmed, realizing how much the helpless baby woman she had to look.

"Don't be so embarrassed. Look on the bright side, your clothes will always be new." he said, indicating her disposable diaper. "You'll have plenty of colorful trinkets to play with." he added, tapping her rattle. "And, you'll always have a full tummy of milk!" he finished, rubbing her stomach with his hand. "Why, it's everything you've ever wanted." he laughed, mocking her.

"Neville, you old rascal! How are you?" a voice boomed. Walking into Denise's view was the dark haired man who had bought her. Her new master.

"I'm wonderful Mr. Peterson. Are you happy with your purchase?" Daniel Neville asked.

Peterson reached down and pinched Denise on the cheek. "This little cutey? She's perfect. She does need to be taught a few lessons but that's the fun part isn't it? You found a gem this time."

"Thank you sir." Neville responded and winked at Denise. "Perhaps I'll have to visit sometime soon."

"You do that!" Peterson said, and waved goodbye to Mr. Neville.

Denise, for her part, felt her despair drop to new depths.

Margaret walked briskly down the sidewalk, trying to make it back to work in time after her lunch. She was annoyed with Denise. Her friend hadn't called her in two days and hadn't shown up at their normal meeting spot for lunch either. Margaret figured the little brat was still pouting over not being able to find someone worthy of her.

As she walked by a hotel Margaret saw a nurse wheeling a stroller, inside it was the cutest baby she'd ever seen. The little darling had short red curls peeking out under her white bonnet and a pink pacifier planted firmly in her mouth.

Margeret couldn't resist stopping and cooing at the child. "Ohh, you are so cute!" she exclaimed.

Little Denise waved her arms in desperation, hoping against reason that her friend would recognize her. Instead Margaret laughed at her antics and began to tickle her under the chin.

"Getting along with my daughter." Mr. Peterson asked.

"Quite well actually." Margeret said. "I bet she's in for a life of pampering. I've got a friend who would probably envy her."

"Really my dear, and what about you?"

Standing up Margaret sighed and said, "Oh, I'm pretty happy the way things are to tell the truth, though winning the lottery wouldn't be a bad thing. Ha, ha. Anyway, gotta run now, work awaits."

With that Margaret waved a final goodbye to the baby and left. The last thing she noticed was how strangely sad the adorable child looked.

The End.

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"Fraction of a Woman"

"Out!" came the call from the head judge.

Seventeen year old tennis star Maria Harris immediately snarled "What the heck do you mean out!? That was in!" The girl strode confidently towards the official, her thick muscular legs and trim physique creating a forceful picture.

Catcalls flew from the crowd as many Harris bashers rubbed their eyes mockingly and held up 'Maria 'Crybaby' Harris' signs. The girl was well known for her perpetual whining, especially when she was beginning to lose, as she was now.

Maria ignored the crowd however and focused her fury on the official, walking close to the chair. "That's at least five calls you've blown this set alone. You're not just half an official you're half a man." she exclaimed, her short black hair bobbing with her.

Head judge Jerry Norris glared down at her and shouted "Penalty Harris! Point Graves!"

"Penalty! What the...?!" Maria shouted.

"Careful Miss Harris. You don't want to be penalized further." Norris warned.

Throwing her racket to the ground Harris stomped to her seat.

"That's it." Jerry thought. He really liked his job. It was people like Harris that made it a pain. Spoiled little teen brats who thought winning was their right just for stepping on the court.

Watching Harris pout Jerry decided to do something about it. He was a wizard, and a pretty good one too. He'd thought up a great spell just for this kind of situation.

Maria sat with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She was dragging the situation out a bit, daring the head judge to do something. After about thirty seconds she grinned and reached for a new racket. She knew he wouldn't be man enough.

It was then she felt a chill run down her spine. She shook it off, figuring it was just a cold breeze. Stepping back onto the court she adjusted her dress as it was feeling a bit loose.

A few points later another call went against her and Maria shouted a complaint. This time the judge didn't respond at all. Turning in a huff Maria felt the chill again. This time it was stronger.

Maria stopped again and forcfully shifted her sports bra into place. "Stupid bra." she thought before taking another step and almost slipping out of her sneakers. Annoyed she bent down and tied the laces as tightly as she could, which seemed to keep them on.

Unnoticed by her, Maria's body had shrunk back to the way it had been when she was thirteen. Her legs were skinny now and her chest was almost flat, her medium sized breasts having quickly melted away. The scowl on her face was now closer to cute than menacing as her cheeks regained some of the chubbiness of adolesence. For some reason the crowd also failed to notice her new appearance or the way her tennis outfit was beginning to hang on her.

It wasn't long before the girl's oversized clothes caused another few lost points and her frustration level rose. Yelling out in anger Maria spotted the grinning line judge and snapped "What are you smiling at?"

Another chill hit her body. This time Maria could literally feel her dress getting bigger until it reached past her knees. Her sports bra slipped down to her stomach. The racket she held felt large and heavy and she could feel the space in her sneakers as she wiggled her toes freely.

"What the hell?" she whispered, her voice higher than she remembered.

Norris, for his part, was enjoying things greatly. He'd triggered Maria's regression to coincide with outbursts of anger. Even better was the illusion he'd thrown over her form. No matter how young she got, the people and camera's around the event would see a seventeen year old tennis player.

Watching the confused and flustered ten year old, Norris shouted "Harris! Delay of game warning."

Maria's head shot up at that remark. Hadn't anyone noticed what was happening to her? She couldn't play the match like this! She looked ridiculous and she didn't stand a chance!

"Harris!"

The little girl jumped. She was scared but she didn't want to lose. Running to her spot on the court she tripped over her sneakers, just barely maintaining her balance. She quickly removed her shoes and socks and tossed them to the side of the court. There was a murmer among the crowd as many wondered why she'd just chosen to play barefoot.

Maria tried her best but it was pretty much useless. Point after point blew by her as she found it impossible to reach her opponent's shots with her shorter strides. As match point approached she became increasingly upset, her emotions even wilder than usual. When she double faulted her serve for the third time she started to cry.

Catcalls and laughter began to fall from the crowd as people saw the brat queen of tennis squirting tears. The crowd's reaction simply made poor Maria even more upset. No longer was she the brash and arrogant teen. She was a little girl who was already being made nervous by the surrounding audience and didn't need to be made fun of!

Without thinking Maria stuck her tongue out at the throngs of spectators. She was horrified the instant she did it. It had been an impulse and a bad one at that. For a moment the gallery was silent but that was quickly followed by a roar of laughter.

More tears stung Maria's eyes as embarrassment flooded her. The same people she usually made fun of or ignored were truly upsetting her.

Maria responded by stomping her feet and screaming "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop being mean to me you poo poo heads!"

Maria's eyes went wide with shock as she realized what she'd said. How could she have uttered that...that drivel? Before she could think about it further she again felt a chill. Her already large dress became huge, the hem ending up around her ankles. She was fortunate the collar of the dress was so small or it would have slipped completely off her. Instead she could feel cool air hitting the skin around her neck. Her sports bra had caught at her waist.

Jerry had watched the last regress with amusement. The teen queen was now six, her little face chubby and adorable. He'd quickly thrown a shrink spell onto the girl's panties so they wouldn't slip any further. He wanted to embarrass her, not give the crowd a free peek show. He could tell the girl was terrified now, but it wasn't over. Match point needed to be played.

"Harris!" he yelled again. "Quit wasting time. Get in position to return serve."

A miserable Maria looked at the judge in fear. He'd yelled at her, which meant she was being bad. She didn't want to be bad so she did as she was told. Slowly she shuffled into position, the motion of her legs limited by the position of her dress as she dragged her racket behind her.

To the spectators in the stands and on TV it was a very strange sight. To them a barefoot, seventeen year old beauty was taking baby steps as she pouted and cried heavily. The only conclusion they could come to was that Maria the brat was trying to delay the inevitable. That or she'd finally lost her sanity. Either way, booing could be heard on the court.

Blinking back stinging tears Maria tried to focus on her opponent's serve. She couldn't lose, she just couldn't.

The serve came and the tennis ball flew right at her. Maria barely had the chance to budge before the ball bounced and socked her right on the forehead, the force of the blow knocking her on her back. Stunned and staring at the sky Maria heard the head judge shout "Game, Set, Match, Graves."

"Nooo." she whined weakly. "I was winning. I was winning! I can't lose!" she cried out.

The little tennis player's emotions overwhelmed her. She didn't understand why this was happening to her. She just new it had caused her to lose the match and she couldn't stand it.

"It's not fair! It's not FAIR!!" she shrieked, as she rolled onto her stomach and began pounding her fists and kicking her legs against the ground.

Every eye and camera lens on the court fell on the spectical of the teen star throwing a temper tantrum. While there was some snickering, most watched in stunned silence.

For Maria all reason was lost in a world of rage and frustration. She barely felt the chill this time. For Jerry, the only other person who could see the transformation, it was perfect.

The little girl's arms and legs retreated back into her body as her dress began to engulf her. Jerry quickly threw another shrink spell at her clothing to prevent her from inadvertantly stripping herself infront of millions of people. As Maria became smaller so did her dress. When she reached the age of two the dress fit perfectly again. She was also literally crying like a baby.

Her tantrum slowed and eventually came to a stop as she buried her head in her hands and let loose the waterworks. By this time she'd worn herself out. Without really thinking about it Maria curled into a fetal position and started sucking on her thumb. To Jerry it was adorable, to the rest of the world it was insane. The seventeen year old brat queen of tennis was acting like a baby and on a much higher level than normal.

After a few seconds a middle aged woman with long dark hair ran onto the court and knelt beside Maria.

"Maria? Honey? Are you okay? Speak to mommy." the woman said.

The girl lifted her head and mumbled around her thumb. "Mommy? I wanna go 'ome."

"Okay honey, whatever you want. Can you get up for me?" she asked.

Maria shifted herself into a seated position, her feet sticking out in front of her. Before she could stand however a faraway look came to her eyes and she began to rapidly suck on her thumb. Her mother was puzzled for a moment, then remembered that look from a long time ago and shifted her gaze to the ground. Sure enough, there was a yellow puddle forming under Maria.

"Maria!" her mother whispered harshly. "What's wrong with you?"

Her daughter stared back at her. "Mommy? I tink I gotta go potty."

By this time the press had surrounded them and even the camera people started to laugh.

"Yeah, I guess you do." one of them quiped. A roar of laughter followed.

"Mommy, they're bein mean." Maria whined, seemingly close to more tears.

"Let's get you out of here honey." her mother returned. With that she stood up and helped Maria to her feet. She was amazed at how light her daughter felt. The girl was unsteady but seemed able to stand. She wouldn't walk however until her mother took her hand, but even then she seemed to keep it low so her mother had to bend a bit.

It was again a strange sight as they left the court. The teen star was waddling slowly, seemingly unsure of her steps as her mother held her hand and led the way.

To Jerry it was one of the sweetest things he'd even seen. A mother and her young daughter walking together.

When they reached the confines of Maria's dressing room, mom's demeanor changed though.

"What the hell were you doing out there Maria? You know how much your normal act embarrases me, were you trying to get kicked out of tennis?" she shouted.

Maria cringed at her mother's outburst and sucked harder on her thumb. "I sowwy mommy. I dunno wha happened. I felt cold and then the world got big."

"What are you talking about? Was this some kind of publicity stunt? Are you doing things without telling me now?"

Maria started to cry. "I sowwy. I sowwy mommy. I din't mean to have an axcident. I feel all wet now and I don like it."

A knock at the door interrupted them.

"Not right now." Mrs. Harris said in a sweet voice. "We're busy."

The voice from the other end of the door responded "I think you'll want to let me in. I can explain everything."

Mrs. Harris looked strangly at her still crying daughter, then walked to the door and unlocked it.

"Mr. Norris? What do you know about this?" she exclaimed upon seeing who it was.

Closing the door behind him Jerry said "Well, I did it to her."

"You did this!?" Mrs. Harris replied angrily. "What? How? I'm getting security."

"Oh, don't panic. I can fix it. Just watch." Jerry interrupted, walking past Mrs. Harris and standing in front of a fearful Maria. Smiling he asked "How's my bratty little girl? In need of a change I see."

Mrs. Harris was about to shout for help when Norris reached under Maria's arms and effortlessly picked her up into the air. Holding the seemingly teenaged girl at arm's length he walked over to the dressing room table and laid her on her back in what looked to be an incredible feat of strength.

Mrs. Harris was barely able to take in what she'd just seen when Norris snapped his fingers, causing the items on the table to shift and change. A towel turned into a large disposable diaper, a box of tissues became baby wipes and Maria's sports deoderant became a bottle of baby powder.

She watched in stunned silence as he removed her daughter's wet and ruined panties and tossed them aside. She then gasped when she saw Maria's pubic hair was missing. She wondered why her daughter would have chosen to shave it.

Her daughter bacame a bit upset and kicked clumsily at Norris a bit, seeming to miss with every strike. Norris easily caught each of her feet in one hand and lifted her ass off the table.

Maria struggled with all her strength but could not free her feet from the giant man's grip. Her pudgy little legs, once long and muscular, were now no match for even one of his hands! She felt completely exposed and helpless as Norris treated her like a common toddler.

He allowed Maria to struggle futiley for a few seconds then grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned her from top to bottom. The girl's despair grew as her personal wall of privacy was completely shattered. She could feel herself being wiped thoroughly and efficiently. It was as if she had ceased to be a respectable person to this man and was now merely a child to be taken care of.

Throwing the wipe in the garbage Norris then reached for the diaper and placed it under the girl's still hovering behind.

Maria began to cry heavily as her skin touched the diaper. She wanted him to stop but there was nothing she could do. He was huge. As Norris powdered her she looked desperatly at her mommy. "Stop it. Stop it! I'm not a baby." she whined.

As Jerry folded the disposable diaper shut and closed the tabs he remarked "Well, you certainly acted like one on the court today. That's why I taught you a lesson. Did you learn it?" With that he grabbed both of the girl's feet in one hand again and tickled them.

Maria squirmed, caught between joy and horror. Half crying, half laughing she got out "Yes. Yes! I'll be good. I'll be good."

"I thought so. You know, if I'm half a man as you called me, then you must be a fraction of a woman right now. A small fraction at that." Jerry remarked, stopping the torture. With that he again picked Maria up and placed her on his hip. Bouncing her slightly he turned to Mrs. Harris.

Maria's mother was too shocked to speak. She watched Norris jiggle the crying girl and coo at her in an effort to cheer her up. The sight was unbelievable. This man was holding her seventeen year old daughter as if she were a baby!

Maria's long legs were easily visible as her toes dangled inches off the ground. Her thumb was still in her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks. She was still wearing her white dress, but now it seemed less appropriate clothing than the diaper considering her behaviour.

She couldn't believe what she'd seen before that either. When Mr. Norris had stated responsibility for her daughter's behavior she'd assumed drugs or hypnosis. But he was handling her with the ease of an adult taking care of a real baby. Adding the trick he'd done at the dressing table, Mrs. Harris was understandably confused.

Norris stopped his cooing and followed his tearful charge's gaze. On the floor was one of Maria's tennis rackets. Bending over he picked it up and held it in front of her face.

"Do you want to play with this?" he mocked. "I'm sorry honey but this is for big girls who can hold their temper, not little brats like you."

Maria took the remark badly, her face forming into a pout and her lower lip sticking out. "I wanna pway. I wanna pway!" she shouted, kicking her feet and shaking her fists.

"Well, since you want it so badly...." Jerry remarked, staring at the racket. A glow formed around the object and it quickly shrank. After a moment a small, stuffed, toy racket was what was left. Jerry handed it to Maria.

"There you go. Now it's just right." he joked.

Maria grabbed the item from him, stared at it for a moment, then angrily threw it to the floor. "No! I wanna pway for weal!"

Jerry stared at the fallen toy for a moment before mumbling "Well, the more things change....." Turning to Maria he said "Sorry little girl, you had your chance. Maybe now you'll learn to play nice."

Mrs. Harris finally was able to compose herself enough to utter "Wha...what is going on here?"

Norris grinned at her and said "I'm sorry. This all must be very strange to you. I'll let you see what's really happening." With that the image of Maria shimmered and shrank. Within seconds the teen was replaced with a tiny toddler.

Mrs. Harris gasped at the sight. Her daughter looked the way she had fifteen years ago, her dark hair short and her face adorable. She suddenly understood how Norris could handle her so easily. She actually was a baby.

"How...what?" she stuttered.

"I'm a wizard. I felt if she wanted to act like a baby I would indulge her. You'd have a pretty hard time convincing anyone that I did anything though. Magic isn't admissable as evidence." he commented.

Mrs. Harris was barely paying attention to him, she was too busy staring at her little girl. What the public saw of Maria was only a part of the problem. Her daughter had become very difficult in recent years, constantly using her status to seperate herself from her parent's rules. Her mother was sure Maria was planning on leaving them completely when she turned eighteen.

But now, now she had her baby back.

"Ohhhhh, Mari, come to mommy." she exclaimed, taking the toddler from Mr. Norris' arms.

"Mommy? Help me. Make the mean man turn me back." the child begged.

"Now sweetie, I think Mr. Norris has the right idea." Mrs. Harris comented.

"What?" Jerry said surprisingly.

"Mommy?" Maria asked worriedly.

"You've been a very bad girl Mari. Throwing tantrums, swearing, insulting nice people like Mr. Norris. I think this is the perfect chance for me to fix that attitude of yours."

Maria stared at her mommy in horror. "NO! I'm a big girl! I'm wich! I don't hafta wisten to you!" she screamed. Her mother gave her a sharp slap to her bottom which stopped the protests and caused a look of fear to cross Maria's face.

"Hush! I won't have you talking back to me anymore. You will do as I say, understood?" her mother asked, relishing in the control she had regained over her daughter.

"Y-yes mommy." Maria said weakly.

"Good girl. Now Mr. Norris, I was wondering, would it be possible to keep this spell on her for say, a year or more? I could make it worth your efforts."

Jerry blinked for a moment, taken back by Mrs. Harris' reaction. He'd really only meant for this to be temporary. Still, if it was worth his while... "Um, well, she is a toddler now. Only the illusion of adulthood has to be maintained."

"Wonderful. Did you hear that honey? You're mommy's little baby again. Hmmm, while I'm making changes, I think it'd be better if you took up ballet this time. Tennis is much too dangerous." Maria cried loudly in reaction.

Picking up a hair clip Jerry changed it into a pacifier with a plastic tennis ball on the front. He then stuck it into Maria's mouth, snuffing out her cries.

"Thank you." Mrs. Harris said. "Y'know, there is still a problem. It will be hard for her to just dissapear from tennis, especially after that spectical today."

Jerry smiled and said "I think I may have a way around that."

The press conference a couple of hours later was a strange sight. Maria was seated at the table, her mother at the podium. This in and of itself wasn't out of the ordinary. The fact that Maria was dressed in a large disposable diaper, yellow bonnet and yellow t-shirt that read "li'l brat" was extremely weird however.

Maria's mother was finishing her comments. "As I said, according to her psychiatrist this may have been building for some time. In conclusion, we regret to announce that due to Maria's unfortunate nervous breakdown she will be out of tennis indefinately. Any questions?"

Many reporters rose and Mrs. Harris selected one. "Why is Maria dressed the way she is?"

"She wanted to. She is thinking like a baby right now and the doctor felt it was best to indulge her."

Maria looked uncomfortable with the comment and seemed ready to say something. A glare from her mother stopped her though and she put her thumb in her mouth instead. Many photo flashes lit up a moment later.

"Hey, Susan. What's your reaction to winning the match like this? Feel cheated?" another reporter asked.

"I would have won anyway. Tantrum or no tantrum." Susan Graves answered.

Again Maria looked upset. Glaring at Graves she mumbled around her thumb "I woulda won!"

"Oh, the baby speaks!" Graves mocked. "I thought your mommy was going to say everything for you."

"I ken tawlk, you big stupid head." Maria continued.

Susan, along with most of the room, laughed at the insult and grinned. "Oh, great comeback. I'm as outclassed here as I was on the court it seems." Susan joked, eliciting more laughter. Continuing she said "Listen little Maria, I won't argue with children. The next insult you throw, I'll pull that diaper down right here and spank you myself."

Maria's response was to stick out her tongue and say "Poo poo head."

In a swift motion Susan jumped up, but kept her place as a security guard stepped in her way. Maria kept her tongue out at her and rocked her head back and forth mockingly.

Maria's mother broke the tense scene by speaking to the guard. "Don't worry. Maria deserves a spanking for her behavior and I think Miss Graves has taken enough abuse from her to have the right to give it. Maybe a spanking will teach her not to insult people so much."

There was a murmer in the room but it was nothing compared to the shriek of horror that came from Maria. "Noooo! Mommy, nohohohoho!"

A sly grin came to Susan's face as she walked over and grabbed Maria's shoulder. She easily pulled Maria over her lap and smoothly pulled the diaper down. She paused a moment as her hated rival squirmed in fear on her lap, her bare ass visible to the world. "Don't be nervous now BABY Maria. This will please me a lot more than it will hurt you."

A loud smacking could be heard as Susan began the spanking, along with the clicking of quite a few cameras. Maria was reduced to tears almost instantly. She was still physically two years old and the blows from her giant rival hurt greatly but it was nothing compared to the shame of having this done to her so publicly. It wasn't long before her anguish released itself onto Susan's lap.

Graves paused in mid-spank and quickly checked her now wet dress. "Oh my gosh, she peed on me! She really is a baby." Susan exclaimed.

Maria's mother calmly walked over and said "I'm very sorry. I'll have to change her now I suppose. Her other diaper was already wet." With that she helped Maria off Susan's lap and onto her back on the press table. She was careful not to exhibit any undo feats of strength.

As she wiped a tearful, thumb sucking Maria dry she asked "Would you like to put the diaper on her?"

"Oh yes." Susan said gleefully. Maria whined but was silenced by a slap to her thigh. Moments later Susan Graves pulled a diaper over the bare mons of her defeated rival Maria Harris and closed it shut. As hundreds of photos of the event were created, Maria's career was closed as well.

Leaning close to Maria's ear Susan then whispered "I can't wait to see you in an adorable little ballerina outfit. I must visit to babysit sometime." Maria's eyes opened wide at the comment as Susan winked at her. Graves knew! Another shade of crimson washed over her body.

It didn't matter though as a still sobbing Maria was pulled to her feet and led away from the press conference by her mother. Her new life awaited her.

Susan Graves sighed as she plopped down in the chair in her dressing room. She pulled the hair tie from her long hair and allowed her blonde locks free. She then removed her shoes and socks and stretched, finally able to relax. As she closed her eyes she relived the power she'd felt over Maria and relished it. It had been wonderful to put her bratty rival in her place.

The more she thought of the spanking and diapering the more turned on she became. Her fingers found the front of her panties and she noticed they were already damp. She then proceeded to rub herself through the fabric, eliciting the initial shots of pleasure. Her thoughts were interupted by a male voice.

"You really enjoyed that didn't you?" Mr. Norris asked.

"Jerry!" she exclaimed. Her eyes shot wide open and she jumped to her feet. "Quit doing that! I hate when you come into rooms like that."

Jerry smiled smugly and looked down into the annoyed and embarrassed face of Susan Graves before saying "I'm sorry honey. I'll be more careful next time. Great job out there by the way. You were very convincing. Mrs. Harris is very thankful."

A grin returned to the woman's face and she replied "You can tell her the pleasure was all mine. The little brat deserves it. I mean, what does it say when her own mother thinks a second childhood is in her best interests? Yeesh."

A sigh came from Jerry's lips. "True. Have to admit I didn't see that one coming. Looks like you'll be winning a lot of matches this year. Even without my help."

Susan wrapped her arms around Jerry and pulled him close for a kiss. After a few moments she finally released him and whispered "Thank you. So what now?"

"Now let's have some fun. You're already a little wet so let's help you along a bit more."

With that Susan felt a release in her bladder and warm urine quickly filled her panties and flowed down her legs. A knowing smile came to her face and she put her thumb in her mouth and said "Da Da? I tink I have to go potty."

"Tsk tsk. Susie! I thought you were old enough to wear big girl panties. Looks like it's back to diapers for you."

Susan blushed red and sucked her thumb loudly. "I sowwy Da Da. I twy harder next time. Pwease change me."

"It's alright honey. I love you no matter what." With a snap of his fingers a glow formed around Susan and her tennis dress shrank into a white babydoll dress, the hem of which ended above her bellybutton. A white bonnet formed around her head as well but her soaked panties remained unchanged.

With another snap the rug underneath her transformed into a changing pad and Jerry gently laid her onto it. Pulling the panties off revealed her shaved and wet privates which he quickly wiped dry. He then reached a finger into her and tickled her clit.

"Coochie, coochie, coo." he joked.

Susan giggled with pleasure and allowed her legs to wander aimlessly as her feelings slowly built. As the seconds passed Jerry tickled her ever faster, causing her to kick her legs slightly and suck her thumb more rapidly. Approaching climax Susan sucked hard on her thumb and began to curl her toes. Waves of pleasure then washed violently over her, causing her to spasm and buck on the changing pad.

"Did Susie like that?" Jerry asked knowingly.

"Yes Da Da. Pwease again? Again! Again!" she asked. As Jerry nodded and began to tickle her again Susan looked up at her lover contentedly and thought of how wonderful a year this was truly going to be.

The End.

Copyright, Dark Oni

August, 1999.