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The Magician's Game - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2021-08-10 15:44:48 +0000 UTCAbby finally found her voice. “Wait!” she cried desperately. “I didn’t cheat! It’s not true! I couldn’t have! I…” Then she let out a squeal of shock and fear. Her clothes were beginning to change, just like Katherine’s had done the evening before.
“No, no, no, no!” Abby muttered frantically to herself as her skinny jeans vanished, leaving her in nothing but her underwear from the waist down. Her crop top was turning pastel pink and lengthening. Sleeves grew – pale, puffy sleeves that went just over her shoulders. The hem of a skirt appeared, stretching down to reach her waist but stopping so short that it failed to even cover her underwear. A Peter Pan collar materialized out of nowhere. A pacifier popped into existence on the end of a clip that attached itself to the front of her new baby dress, and the pacifier itself was pressed firmly between her lips by an invisible hand. Her socks became white and frilly, and her stylish shoes turned into black Mary Janes. Last, and worst, her underwear began to thicken. Abby started to cry. She knew what was coming. Her skimpy panties were turning white and crinkly, ballooning outwards and taking the shape of a large, disposable adult nappy.
“No!” Abby wailed behind her soother. Her bulky diaper had pushed her legs apart, giving a gait as wide and toddler-like as Katherine’s had been. But the Magician’s alterations weren’t done there. She could feel a funny tingling in her head as the mental changes started to take effect. “No, no, no!” she sobbed. She didn’t want to be a big dumb baby!
Her dummy started bobbing in her mouth as her oral fixation took over, an overwhelming desire to have something in her mouth at all times. If it wasn’t her pacifier then it would be her thumb, or even her toes. Abby pulled a face of disgust, but she knew, even while being aware that she’d never done it before in her life, that lying on her back with her toes crammed into her mouth was one of her favourite things to do.
With every suck of her dummy, a jolt of pleasure pulsed through her body. It felt so good. She hadn’t realised how empty her mouth had been before. She had to have something inside it. Abby whimpered as she realised the Magician was turning her into an infantile freak who would cram random objects into her mouth just to drool all over them; someone who would cry if anyone tugged her pacifier out of her mouth and didn’t give her something else to suckle on straight away.
With a loud hiss, her bladder let go and Abby started drenching her diaper with a strong gush of pee. She shrieked behind her dummy and tried to clench down to stop the flow, but nothing happened. Her muscles wouldn’t respond! She was no different from Becky now, she knew. No different from a baby. She pissed her nappy helplessly, feeling the yucky warmth spreading around her crotch, soaking into the thirsty padding until it was sagging well below the short hem of her little girl’s dress.
She squealed and reached down with her fingers, intending to rip the horrible thing off and throw it in the Magician’s face, no matter what the consequences would be – but something was wrong with her hands. Her fingers felt clumsy and uncoordinated. They patted uselessly against the tapes of her nappy, and with another sob, Abby understood that the Magician must have taken away her fine motor control. She wailed and stumbled backwards awkwardly. Her legs felt as uncoordinated as her hands, and Abby guessed that her wide, babyish gait was the result of more than just an extra-thick diaper. She thought of Katherine, waddling around like she’d only just learned to walk, and realised that she would now look exactly the same.
She looked up at the other girls. Becky and Madelyn were watching with slightly queasy expressions on their faces – but Abby thought she could detect a trace of satisfaction in them too, as if they thought she deserved what she was getting. Abby shrieked again, in fear, in humiliation, in anger. This couldn’t be happening to her! It couldn’t! Things like this didn’t happen to girls who were as pretty as she was!
The Magician was watching her, an evil smile twisting his handsome features. She had to convince him to change her back! She still had her body!
Abby toddled forwards and pressed herself against the man who had turned her into an overgrown baby, tilting her head up and trying, through her tear-stained eyes, to look at him seductively. Her pacifier bobbed rapidly in her mouth.
“Awww,” the Magician cooed. “Are you trying to be sexy, sweetie? That’s so cute!” He reached out and tickled her under the chin.
Abby let out a gurgling giggle. Then she blushed hotly and pushed him away. He didn’t want her body! He just wanted to turn her into a freakish baby-woman like the others! Her head tingled again, and then her emotions suddenly became much, much harder to control.
Abby burst into tears. If the other girls had thought she was crying hard before, it was nothing compared to what she was doing now. She screamed at the top of her lungs, sobbing and wailing like a toddler in her terrible twos. There was a restlessness in her arms and legs, and Abby felt compelled to stomp her feet and flap her arms stupidly, her face screwed up with the effort of crying and shrieking as hard as she could.
Becky and Madelyn winced at the noise, looking at Abby with a mixture of disdain and pity. She would have looked exactly like a naughty little two-year-old throwing a temper tantrum if it wasn’t for the long, slender legs and ample chest that left no doubt she was really a grown woman.
Abby couldn’t control herself. Her face was crimson with shame, and she was struggling as hard as she could to stop herself acting like a bratty little toddler, but she was angry and upset and humiliated, and this was the only way her body would act.
She didn’t stop stomping her feet and screeching until the Magician grabbed her by the arm. She opened her eyes and looked up to see his mock-stern face staring down at her. “What a naughty little girl,” he said, savouring the words. His eyes were glinting, and his expression was predatory. “I think somebody needs a time-out.”
She whined, but he smacked her sharply on her bottom, aiming for what little of her bum wasn’t covered by her nappy. Still whimpering and hiccupping pathetically, Abby allowed herself to be led back inside, vaguely aware of the other two girls following along behind them. The Magician took her back into the hall where they’d all first appeared, and stood her in the corner.
“You can stay there until the calm down,” he said sternly, but she could hear the delight in his voice.
Then, quite suddenly, Abby felt a pressure in her bowels. She couldn’t control them, but she could feel them starting to lurch into life. She had to… She had to… She had to make whoopsie-daisy poo-poos! No! That wasn’t it! That sounded so stupid! She was going to… make boom-booms? No! Have an uh-oh in her pants? Go poopies? Make a stinky? Abby shook her heard fiercely, but it was no use. The Magician had taken away her grown-up words!
“I…” she squeaked, knowing the Magician was still right behind her, with Becky and Madelyn too. “I gotta… I gotta go potty!”
But she’d only just got the words out when the pressure in her bottom became too much. Her body acted beyond her control. With a horror-struck expression on her face, Abby squatted down in the corner, screwed up her tear-stained face, and immediately started loading her nappy with a big, smelly mess.
She could hear the Magician laughing behind her, and knew that the other girls must be watching her as well. She felt stunned. Even when she’d pooped her pants in the first challenge, she’d told herself that this would never happen to her. She could never do that, not in a nappy. But now she had. She was a Pamper-packer now. A diaper-dumper. A ridiculous, nappy-filling, overgrown baby. Her lower lip trembled, and Abby burst into tears once again.
The Magician turned her around, looking at her with mock-pity. Abby groaned and sobbed as the disgusting mess in her pants squished against her bottom. Her nappy was sagging almost down to her knees.
“Poor baby,” the Magician taunted. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Daddy will take care of that stinky nappy. Becky needs a change too,” he said, glancing at the blushing girl. “So why don’t we do both at once? You can lie down side by side for your nappy changes! And little Maddy can help.” He looked at Madelyn and raised his eyebrow. “Unless she’d prefer to join you?”
Madelyn rushed forwards, wrinkling her nose, and helped the Magician guide both Abby and Becky onto the floor. As she did so, the Magician reached out, slipped a hand under her frock, and gave one of her oversized tits a squeeze.
Madelyn orgasmed immediately. She fell to her knees beside Becky and moaned like a pornstar around the thumb that was still planted firmly between her lips. She sucked on it obscenely for a few seconds, then shook her head, trying to clear it of the desperate lust that was constantly threatening to take over since the Magician had bimbofied her body.
Once she’d recovered, she wanted to slap him across the face, but she was too terrified by what she’d just seen him do to Abby. She supposed she should count herself lucky that she was the one changing nappies, not lying on the floor with her legs in the air like the other two.
Becky hid her face while Madelyn changed her diaper one-handed and sucked her thumb. Madelyn couldn’t keep the look of disgust off her face as she wiped the young woman’s messy bottom clean with wet wipes. She knew it would hurt Becky’s feelings to show such open revulsion, but she couldn’t help herself. It was just so gross!
Abby continued to cry while the Magician un-taped her nappy and lifted her legs into the air by the ankles.
“What a messy baby!” he cooed, wiping her messy tushy clean with the pack of baby wipes in his hand. “Such a stinky little girl!”
Abby wanted to sink into the ground. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare. She tried not to look at Becky lying next to her – getting their diapers changed together, like they were equals, like she was on the same level as that pants-filling little brat! She sobbed as she felt the Magician sliding out her loaded nappy from underneath her and slipping a fresh one under her bottom. With a healthy sprinkling of sweet-smelling baby powder (her new perfume, Abby thought with another sob), she was ready to be taped into her clean diaper. Somehow going from one nappy to another was even worse than going from grown-up underwear to diapers – it made it feel more permanent, as if this was her underwear now. No more big-girl panties. She let out another wail.
Taped securely into her bulky new nappy, Abby was placed back in the corner by the Magician to “continue the rest of her time-out”, and that was where she stayed for the rest of the afternoon. The other two girls went off to their rooms while she stood there, nose in the corner, to contemplate her fate.
Her legs were aching by the time the Magician patted her on the bottom and guided her out of the corner and into the dining room, where it was almost a relief to sit down at the table for dinner, even if she was crammed into the oversized highchair that had replaced her usual seat.
What was less of a relief, however, was the woman who was sitting next to it. With a horrible plummeting sensation in her stomach, Abby recognised the busty older woman who had breastfed her a couple of nights before. The woman who had called herself ‘Nanny’. What was she doing here? Abby glanced at the woman’s substantial chest in disgust. Surely she wasn’t going to be breastfed again?! But the woman was holding a jar of baby food in one hand and a plastic spoon in the other. There was an overly bright, condescending smile on her face.
“You’re too little to feed yourself, Abby,” the Magician explained. “Those naughty little hands of yours are too clumsy to feed yourself without making a big mess everywhere! So Nanny will be feeding you from now on, okay?”
Abby felt herself pouting stupidly, even though she was trying to keep her face steady.
Nanny raised the jar of baby food and the plastic spoon and said, in a cooing voice that made Abby cringe with embarrassment, “Who’s weady for her nummy-nums? Does baby Abby-wabby want something yummy in her cute wittle tummy?”
Abby averted her eyes and tried to refuse the first spoonful, but all that accomplished was getting baby food smeared all around her lips and chin.
“Here comes the airplane! Time to make your num-nums go all-gones for Nanny!” the Nanny cooed in stomach-turning baby talk, and Abby opened her mouth obediently to accept the second spoonful of mush.
Despite the texture, the taste wasn’t horrible, and Abby resigned herself to being fed the rest of the jar while her two fellow contestants got to eat solid food across the table.
Abby pouted as another spoonful of baby food entered her lips, and scowled jealously at Becky. She looked so mature and grown-up in her big-girl clothes. The bulge of her nappy was visible, and it poked out of the top of the waistband of her shorts, leaving no doubt that she couldn’t be trusted to use a toilet, but otherwise Becky looked like an adult. Madelyn looked absurd with her bimbo bombshell body dressed up in baby clothes, but at least her nappy was just for show.
Abby looked down at the bulky, crinkly thing between her own legs, cushioning her bottom like a pillow. She felt a tiny bit of wee-wee trickle out of her, and she whimpered quietly.
When they were all done with their food, the Magician got to his feet. He nodded at Abby’s Nanny, who nodded back and left the room. Then he glanced from girl to girl, smiling maliciously as he took in the puffy nappy ballooning out of Becky’s jeans, the oversexed form of Madelyn in her absurd baby clothes, and Abby’s utterly babified appearance.
“Well, little girls,” he said, and despite everything that had happened to them, the three women still felt a prickle of anger at being addressed as though they were only four years old. “You know what’s next. I’ll give you a few moments to talk amongst yourselves, and then it will be time to vote.”
The moment he vanished, Abby put her plan into action. She’d been thinking about it all through dinner. She needed a few moments to talk to Becky without Madelyn interfering, and the stupid bimbo was sitting directly across from her. Before she could get to her feet, Abby had reached out her foot under the table and pressed it against the front of Madelyn’s nappy.
The padding, still slightly wet from her tiny little accident earlier, pressed against Madelyn’s pussy, and Madelyn let out her most breathy, high-pitched, ridiculous moan yet, gripping the edge of the table tightly and doubling over as waves of pleasure coursed through her body from her tits to her toes.
Abby got up and toddled over to Becky hurriedly. “I think…” she whispered, taking in Becky’s judgemental and wary expression, “I think we should vote for Madelyn.”
Becky raised her eyebrow sceptically and opened her mouth to speak. Madelyn was still gasping beside them.
“I know I tried to cheat,” Abby said desperately, forestalling her, “but I stole the egg from Madelyn, not you! I didn’t know it might make you the loser as well!” She put on her best look of desperate innocence. “I’ve always stuck up for you, haven’t I?” She looked at Becky pleadingly, allowing tears to fill her eyes (although she wasn’t sure she’d have even been able to stop them anyway). “Like when we teamed up against Katherine?” Her lower lip trembled. “And it’s not like I’m a threat now, am I? If you leave me until last, it might be easier. Maddy might be a bimbo in baby clothes, but she doesn’t even need nappies like… like we do.”
Abby hated herself for saying that last part. She wouldn’t, she would never, think of herself as someone who needed nappies. This was only temporary. Just a setback, that was all. One more day of this hell and she’d win the challenge, get her wishes, and then she’d never have to think about diapers ever again. Becky might have to spend the rest of her life peeing and pooping her pants, but that was just too bad.
Before Becky had a chance to reply, Madelyn had grabbed Abby by the shoulder and spun her around. Her face was red with anger and arousal.
“What do you think you’re doing, you stupid freak?!” she screamed. “First you try to sabotage me in the challenge, and now you’re-”
But Abby cut her off. “I’m the freak?! I’m not the one who’s been moaning like a slut and playing with her tits all day!”
“How dare you!”
“Girls, girls!” the Magician interrupted, reappearing suddenly. “If you’re going to scream at each other, then I’ll have no choice but to spank your naughty little bottoms. Is that what you want?”
Abby and Madelyn glared at each other, but kept their mouths shut. Abby looked anxious and confused.
“It’s clear that you’ve had enough time to talk,” the Magician went on, grinning horribly. He walked over to them and handed each girl a piece of paper and a crayon. “Time to decide which of you will get a chance to win, and who will be heading off to enjoy her new life.”
The girls scurried away from each other and hurriedly wrote down names on their pieces of paper. Abby and Madelyn looked over at Becky fearfully. They had no idea who she was going to pick. Becky was writing something on her piece of paper, looking anxious and a little bit guilty.
Once they were all done, the Magician collected up their pieces of paper, and smirked down at the names they had written. Then he looked up at the girls, his eyes flitting between Abby and Madelyn.
Abby realised she was shaking. She glanced at Becky, but the girl was staring down at her own feet, deliberately avoiding making eye contact with either her or Madelyn.
“Well, I’m glad this never became too complicated,” said the Magician. “We managed to avoid a tie in every single vote!” He looked up, grinning. “I know just what you deserve… Maddy.”
Madelyn took a step backwards. “No…” she whispered. “Not me…”
“Time for your mind to match your body, sweetheart,” the Magician said. His eyes were glinting darkly again. “I promise you’ll be much happier without all that nasty intelligence of yours.”
“No!” Madelyn squealed, supressing a moan as her tits bounced in her top. “Please! Oh God, no! It’s everything that I am!”
“Well now you’ll be something else, sweetie,” said the Magician happily. “The old you might have been an intelligent, strong-willed feminist, but now you’ll just be a ditzy, immature little slut who’s still in nappies.”
“Please!” Madelyn screamed, her eyes wide and terrified, but the Magician just snapped his fingers.
At once, with a powerful rush of pleasure, Madelyn felt her mind emptying. She tried desperately to cling onto who she was as her IQ plummeted and a tingling pink fog rolled over her mind. She clutched her head in panic. “No, no, no, no, no…”
Abby and Becky watched with slightly sick expressions on their faces.
Then Madelyn giggled. She looked up at them in confusion, biting her lip. “I’m, like, so horny!” she moaned. Then she shook her head fiercely and whimpered. “No! That’s not… That isn’t… I’m not, like, a dumb skank!” One of her hands reached down to stroke the front of her nappy. “Big baby!” she giggled again. “Just a… just a girl!” She blinked and looked up at them, smiling dimly.
“Do you remember being a strong-willed women’s rights activist, Maddy?” the Magician asked.
Maddy nodded, frowning. She remembered who she was, but she didn’t understand why she’d been acting like such a frigid bitch! How would she ever, like, be able to get a man to take off her nappy and ram his cock up her ass if she always acted like such a boring old prude? She giggled. She was such a fucking ditz!
“But that’s not who you are anymore, is it cutie?”
Maddy giggled even harder and shook her head in agreement.
“Then what are you now?”
“I’m just, like, a dumb big-titted baby whore!”
Becky was staring at Madelyn in horror, and even Abby looked uncomfortable.
“Well, sweetie,” said the Magician, “it looks like your days as a ruthless, man-hating academic are over. But don’t worry,” he said nastily, “I’ll make sure you still get to teach classes on women. You’ll get to teach your students all about how women are nothing but maids and sex toys and stupid little girls who need men to tell them what to do. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“Oh-em-gee!” Maddy squealed, jumping up and down and making her tits jiggle about in her baby-doll dress. “Totally! I hope there are some hot boys in my class who want to, like, fuck me in all my holes and treat me like the baby-slut I am!”
The Magician chuckled. “I’m sure there will be, sugartits. I bet the boys will be lining up to rip off your nappy and fuck you like the bitch you are.”
Maddy grinned vapidly.
“Now, it’s time for you to head off to your new life, sweetie.” And with a wave of his hand, the feminist-turned-bimbo baby had disappeared.
