The Magician's Game - Chapter 14 (Final)

Abby stared at the spot where Becky had vanished, her horrified screams still echoing in her ears. She couldn’t help but feel a little sick, but happiness quickly took over. Who cared about stupid, stinky Becky? She’d won! She wouldn’t have to wear baby clothes or nappies anymore! She wouldn’t have to act like a stupid little girl! And she could wish for anything she wanted!

Giddy excitement welled up inside her. She knew it was just another one of the babyish behaviours the Magician had given her, but she couldn’t control herself. Her emotions overwhelmed her – she was just so happy! She started jumping up and down, tears of delight in her eyes. “I win! I win!” she squealed in excitement. “I gets three wishes!”

The Magician chuckled at her antics. “Yes, little one. You win. Now, why don’t you tell me what you want to wish for, sweetie?”

Abby squealed again, wonderful ideas flashing through her mind. She’d been so focused on the game that she hadn’t even really considered what fabulous things she could ask for with her wish, but now, with the childish energy coursing through her, her answers burst from her lips at once.

“I wanna big mansion!” she demanded eagerly. “And, and I wanna be rich! And I want a handsome husband to care for my every need! And-”

“Hold your horses, sweetie!” the Magician chuckled. “You’ve made your three wishes! Alright then, Abby. A big, lavish mansion, all the money you could ever need, and a handsome husband to take care of you.”

“Yeah!” Abby squealed, still bouncing in excitement.

The Magician smiled his dark, twisted smile. “Your wish is my command.” And with a snap of his fingers, Abby’s surroundings vanished.

At once, the playroom had disappeared, and Abby found herself in an enormous, lavishly decorated bedroom, with gorgeous chests of drawers, a walk-in closet, and a king size bed. She grinned, as the smell of her dirty diaper vanished as well. She had her mansion. And she clearly had her riches as well. Now to find her perfect husband…

But when Abby took a step towards the door, she realised that something was wrong. There was still something thick between her legs. Something soft and crinkly. She looked down and breathed in sharply when she saw the puffy white garment she was wearing around her waist. Why was she still in a nappy?! And why wasn’t she wearing any other clothes?! Didn’t this new life of hers come with lavish outfits in the latest styles? What was that walk-in wardrobe for?!

Then she realised, and her stomach dropped horribly. In her babyish excitement, she’d completely forgotten to wish herself back to normal.

“No…” she whispered, but even as she spoke she felt a fullness in her bottom, a pressure that became uncontrollable almost as soon as it had appeared. “No!” she squealed. Abby clenched her bottom as tightly as it would go, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her. She felt herself bending her knees and sinking into an uncontrollable squat, her padded bottom thrust out behind her and her bare breasts wobbling on her chest. Then with a loud grunt, she started pooping her pants. A stream of warm pee-pee soaked into the padding as well, drenching and discolouring the front of the large, pristine nappy she’d only just been magicked into. The seat of her diaper sagged as a heavy, stinky load dropped into the back.

“No!” she cried, as the yucky mess filled her pants. “You twicked me!” she screeched, even though the Magician was nowhere to be seen. “It’s not fair! I won! I WON! I wanna be a big girl again!”

Then she heard a chuckle from the doorway, and she looked up. But it wasn’t the Magician. It was her boyfriend, the one she’d been serially cheating on for months and months. According to the Magician, it was for that reason she’d been selected for his nightmare game in the first place.

“Hi, darling!” he cooed happily, hungrily taking in the sight of his adult girlfriend messing her nappy. “I’ve missed you, sweetheart. I kept hoping you’d be back sooner, but it looks like you managed to hold on right to the end, didn’t you baby?”

Abby just stared at him in horror. Then she scrunched up her face again as her body started dumping another wave of poo-poo into her pants.

Her boyfriend chuckled again and walked over to her. “The Magician told me he’s given you all sorts of babyish behaviours,” he said pleasantly, but his eyes were glittering, not unlike the Magician’s had done when he was feeling particularly malevolent. “But that’s okay, princess. Even though you’re just a big, stinky baby now, Daddy still loves you.”

Abby groaned, partly in disgust at the filthy nappy she’d just finished filling, and partly in horror at her boyfriend’s words. A big, stinky baby? Daddy? No… She’d won… This wasn’t supposed to be happening!

She looked up at him tearfully and thought back to her words – a handsome husband to take care of her every need – and she let out a piteous sob.

“There, there, precious girl,” her boyfriend, her Daddy cooed kindly, but there was something darkly patronising about his tone as well. He stroked her back, and reached down to pat her drooping diapered bottom. “It’s okay. It won’t be so bad. It’s not like your life is over, silly! But a lot of things are going to have to change, little one, and I’m not just talking about your nappies.” He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “Things are going to have to change in the bedroom.”

Abby felt a chill run down her spine, and then the realisation of what was happening became too much, and she started bawling at the top of her lungs.

Abby’s New Life

Months later, Abby pouted in her crib. Her nappy was full and yucky and she wanted changies now. But Daddy was busy with his new girlfriend. Her nursery was right next to his bedroom – the room she’d so mistakenly believed to be her own when she’d first appeared in her new home – and she could hear the faint sounds of a creaking bed and short, excited gasps and moans through the wall.

She blushed with humiliation. Daddy was supposed to be her boyfriend, but doing naughty things like that with him was a no-no. She’d been naughty for sleeping with other men, Daddy said, and this was her punishment. She scowled petulantly and went back to looking at the large television Daddy had set up facing her crib.

“Something to keep you entertained while I’m enjoying a real woman,” Daddy had told her.

Madelyn Smith was on the screen. It was one of her many porn videos – Ex-Feminist Sucks Dick in a Pissy Diaper.

Abby squirmed in her nappy as she watched Madelyn deepthroat the man’s cock, cross-eyed and drooling, a clearly soaked nappy squishing beneath her bottom as she sucked. Abby’s pussy tingled, and she started rocking against her teddy-bear, biting her lip. She was so desperate. Desperate for anything like that, desperate for any kind of sexual contact with a man at all. Maddy might have been turned into a fetish pornstar, but at least she still got to have sex!

Abby could feel the beginnings of a tantrum coming on. She’d won the Magician’s game! And yet here she was, sitting in her crib in a full nappy, amusing herself by watching a feminist academic turned adult-baby bimbo slobber and drool over a man’s cock, while her own boyfriend fucked another girl in the bedroom!

And it wasn’t just Maddy. She saw all of her former co-contestants a lot more regularly than she’d hoped. She saw Katherine’s ridiculous adult Pampers advert whenever she was allowed to watch television with Daddy. Abby had never liked her, but even she found herself blushing with second-hand embarrassment at the thought of regularly dirtying her diaper on camera for millions of people to see.

Then there was Becky. They went to the same daycare, at least on the days when Daddy said he was too busy to be stuck changing her smelly nappies, and the staff were constantly having to separate the two of them when they inevitably started shoving or name-calling or pulling on each other’s pigtails at any opportunity.

Susie was there too, but she was in the older girls class. Abby might have been jealous if it wasn’t for the bright red bottom she was so often sporting under her soggy training pants. It seemed that even though she was unable to disobey her mother, the woman always made sure to give her daughter plenty of ‘smacky bum-bum time’ to remind her of her place. When she was led past the older girls room, Abby sometimes saw Susie perched on one of the little plastic training potties than lined one side of the wall, doing her business while a daycare worker supervised – at least on the days when the girl’s mother didn’t send her to daycare with a bulky nappy under her skirt.

Abby’s attention drifted back to Maddy the baby bimbo. She watched her sucking cock jealously, growing more and more restless in her crib. She still had no more control over her emotions than the average toddler. Tears stung her eyes, and she started breathily heavily. Then, out of nowhere, she couldn’t contain herself any longer.

“WAAAAAAAAAAH!” she wailed at the top of her lungs. “WAAAAAAAAAAH! I don’t wanna be a baby! DADDY PLEASE! I don’t wanna pee and poop my pants! I don’t wanna wear NAPPIES! I wanna have big-girl naughty time! I wanna be a grown-up again! WAAAAAAAAAAH!”

She heard laughter from the bedroom, followed by a girlish squeal and a moan of pleasure.

She continued to sob and cry, not as a respectable adult woman would, but with loud, heaving sobs and gasps for air. She pounded the mattress of her crib furiously. She wanted to have sex! She wanted to fuck!

With the sounds of cocksucking coming from the television and sex from the room next door, Abby mounted her teddy-bear and began to thrust desperately against it. Her bare breasts bounced around madly beneath her as she humped her teddy in her wet and messy nappy, grinding her pussy against the sodden padding and trying to imagine she was with a man. Her neediness built and built, as the sounds of sex next door became louder and louder, not quite drowned out by the whorish moans coming from the TV. Abby’s mouth was agape, and she began to issue soft, pathetic little grunts and squeaks of pleasure. Her mind was focused on the sounds coming from the bedroom, and as her boyfriend’s latest lay squealed loudly in orgasm, Abby did the same in her stinky diaper. Then she collapsed onto her mattress, breathing heavily, her sagging nappy stuck up in the air behind her. It was the closest she’d ever get to having sex again.

Just like all the other girls, Abby’s life had been forever altered, and she would have no choice but to get used to it.

The End