The Magician's Game - Chapter 12

Abby didn’t enjoy her first morning as a woman with no bladder or bowel control. She let out an ear-piercing shriek when she woke up to find the big-breasted ‘Nanny’ from the day before bending over her with a finger slipped inside the leg-band of her soaking wet night-time nappy.

“Don’t be frightened, sweetie,” the woman cooed. “Nanny’s just checking your little diaper. It looks like someone made lots of wee-wees during beddy-byes, didn’t she? Yes she did! Yes she did! Wittle Abby-wabby’s got a vewy soggy bum-bum!”

Abby felt herself burning with humiliation. “You can’t tawk to me wike dat!” she screeched, sitting up in bed and feeling her clammy, pissy nappy squishing unpleasantly beneath her. It was only then that she realised her thumb was planted firmly between her lips. She yanked it out at once.

Nanny just tittered. “You’re a big baby who can’t even wipe her own bottom, sweetie,” she said. “I can talk to you however I like.” Her motherly expression turned a little more sinister. “If I don’t like your tone, I can just leave you in the same filthy nappy all day. Is that what you want?”

Abby went cold. She couldn’t change herself. If she didn’t do what this bitch said then she’d have to stay in this disgusting thing for who knows how long – and she needed to keep her mind on the challenge today. This would be the final one, the most important one of all, her last and only chance to get back to normal and avoid the Magician’s sick, twisted punishments. And if she won, she’d get three wishes. Anything she wanted!

Her lower lip stuck out in an inadvertent pout. “Sowwy Nanny,” she mumbled meekly.

Nanny smirked. “Good girl. Now let’s get that yucky-wucky diapee off your cute little tushy!”

Abby’s second nappy change as an adult was no less humiliating than her first. Nanny took her sweet time, making sure to coo at her in sickening baby talk and tickle her tummy at random intervals.

“P-U!” she cried theatrically, pinching her nose as she held up Abby’s sodden, yellowed diaper. “This is soaked! What a little pee-pee pants you are, Abby-poo! I’d never have guessed you used to be a sexy, grown-up woman. You’re such a smelly little baby!”

Abby cringed and clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds of Nanny’s taunts as the older woman got to work wiping her clean with a pack of baby wipes.

“And a nice, new nappy,” Nappy said happily, slipping one under Abby’s bottom, “for the next time you need to make a pee-pee, or drop a stinky load in your pants.”

Abby couldn’t prevent a pathetic, whimpering sob leaving her lips as Nanny finished taping her fresh nappy around her waist. But at least it was over.

Nanny helped her off the bed and got her dressed – tugging a pair of white, semi-translucent tights over her bulging diaper-butt and pulling a tight pink t-shirt over her bare chest. Her tits were constrained almost painfully in the tiny thing. A pair of frilly socks, black schoolgirl shoes, and a bonnet later, and Abby was fully dressed for the day.

Nanny escorted her to the kitchen, where Becky and the Magician were already seated. In front of Becky, and in front of the large highchair that was awaiting Abby, were two enormous bowls full of baby food.

Feeling sick, but knowing there was much worse at stake, Abby allowed herself to be sat in the highchair and fed the bland-tasting mush. She barely even fussed as Nanny pushed spoonful after spoonful against her lips, smearing her lower face. She was too busy worrying about what the final challenge would be.

Becky, too, was nervous. She spooned the disgusting mush into her mouth by herself. At least she didn’t need someone to feed her, she thought, looking up at the mess ‘Nanny’ was getting all over her fellow contestant’s pretty face. She didn’t want to end up like that. It was bad enough being incontinent!

She blushed furiously as she remembered how she’d woken up that morning right in the middle of messing her nappy. How could she ever think of herself as an adult if she was doing that all the time?! She couldn’t stand the thought of spending even one more day in diapers! She didn’t want to be an overgrown, pants-filling baby anymore! She wouldn’t, she couldn’t, spend the rest of her life waddling around in smelly nappies like some brat in daycare. She forced herself to eat the bowl of baby food, knowing it would bring about a messy nappy sooner rather than later. But it would be the last, she told herself firmly.

Finally, the bowl was empty, and Nanny was just feeding the last spoonfuls of mush into Abby’s mouth when the Magician got to his feet. His handsome smile more terrifying than ever.

“Alright girls,” he said. “It’s time for the fourth and final challenge. Three silly young ladies have already headed off to live their new, and much altered lives, and now it’s time to find out which of you will be joining them in their fates, and which will earn herself three wishes. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that unless you win, the changes you have at the moment will be permanent.” He savoured the last word, smirking at them, eyes shining brightly. Abby and Becky both shivered.

“The final challenge,” he went on, “is very simple. The two of you will have a competition to see who can act the most babyish over the next few hours. The one who I decide has been the silliest, most ridiculous overgrown baby will win my little game.”

Abby and Becky stared at him wide-eyed, their mouths open. They could only win their adulthood back by outcompeting the other at being a stupid baby?!

The Magician cocked his head at them. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, grinning.

The two young women looked at one another, and then Becky immediately dropped to her hands and knees and started babbling in baby talk.

“Goo goo ah bah bah!” she prattled, spittle dribbling down her chin. She started crawling over to the Magician awkwardly.

Feeling mortified, Abby imitated Becky and hastily sank to her own hands and knees. “Gah gah buh buh buh!” she babbled, drooling down her own chin and crawling towards the Magician herself. She could see his evil, delighted face watching them.

With her head start, Becky reached him first. She sat on her diapered bottom and looked up at him with her best desperate, puppy-dog eyes. She raised her hands into the air and made little clenching movements, as if she was trying to grab something. “Up!” she squealed. “Up, Dada!”

The Magician laughed. He reached down and, with surprising strength, lifted the babbling baby woman up into his arms, settling her Pampered tushy on his hip and holding her tightly against him. He smirked appraisingly down at Abby, who had just reached his feet.

Abby sat back on her nappy, and was about to mimic Becky again when she stopped. That wouldn’t work. She couldn’t just do whatever Becky was doing! She’d lose for sure! She’d have to do something else instead. A loud, childish temper tantrum seemed like a good idea. The sick freak would undoubtedly like that. She hated the Magician. She hated him more than anyone else in the world for what he’d done to her, for what he was making her do. But he was dangerous. She’d play along if it meant winning his insane game. She was just a little girl who wanted her Daddy’s undivided attention, she told herself firmly, and this stupid little brat was stealing him away from her!

She hardly had to pretend. Whatever the Magician had done to her the day before had ruined her ability to control her emotions like an adult. Angry that Becky was already beating her, and terrified of the consequences if she lost, Abby started to wail. She scrunched up her beautiful face, tears pouring down her cheeks. She sobbed hysterically, taking great, heaving breaths and pounding her hands petulantly against the floor. “I WANT MY DADA!” she wailed. “WAAAAAAAAAH!”

Suddenly, she felt his powerful arm scooping her up into his arms, holding her close against his chest. “Shhhh,” the Magician hushed gently, and Abby actually felt a pleasant tingle run down her spine at the gentleness of his voice. “Shhhh, it’s okay baby. There, there… Daddy’s here, little one. Daddy’s got you.”

The Magician carried them out of the kitchen and further into the house, into a playroom that was littered with baby toys. Stuffed animals and baby blocks covered the floor, and a large changing table stood in the middle.

He set them down, and Abby immediately got to work. She yanked off her tight pink t-shirt, freeing her generous chest, and started shaking and patting her tits, giggling like she’d just found her new favourite toy. She could feel the Magician’s eyes on her, and she made sure to blow a messy raspberry that send a line of drool dangling down onto her breasts.

Becky started to get naked as well, but her adult clothes were harder to remove while she was sitting on the floor. She looked up, pouting at the Magician. “Wanna be nakie giwl!” she lisped.

Chuckling, he knelt down next to her and started stripping her of her jeans and tank top, until she too was dressed in nothing but her nappy, her bare breasts wobbling stupidly on her chest as she crawled around the room playing with the baby toys.

They played for some time, working as hard as they could to keep the looks of childish idiocy on their faces while they bashed blocks together, shook rattles, and snuggled with teddy bears. Abby didn’t even have to fake it – after only a few shakes of a rattle she was staring at it avidly, cooing and giggling. It sounded so pretty and tinkly! Pretty, tinkly sound… She might have sat their all day playing with her rattle, had she not gotten the sudden, overpowering urge to shove it in her mouth. She came to her senses the moment before it happened, blushing scarlet at the thought of how enamoured she’d been by this stupid baby toy (she had to get back to normal!), but there was nothing she could do to stop her body cramming the rattle between her lips and sucking on it enthusiastically. Her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.

Right at that moment, her bladder released without warning, and Abby felt her nappy getting soggier and soggier beneath her bottom as she pissed into it helplessly. The feeling of her yucky pee-pee sloshing about in her diaper was revolting, but she made sure to keep a blank, babyish look on her face as the front of her baby pants discoloured. The Magician was surely watching for any sign of un-babyish behaviour.

She popped the rattle out of her mouth and let out another stream of ridiculous baby babble. But then, as she started crawling over to a large, fluffy teddy bear, something else happened. Something more than pee.

For the second time in her adult life, Abby’s bowel’s rumbled into action beyond her control. Before she could really register what was about to happen, it was already happening. Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’ shape as an enormous yucky mess filled her diaper, making her padded pants sag halfway down her thighs with the weight of her load.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, exactly the same thing was happening to Becky. She was more used to the sensation of her pants filling with poop without warning, but it didn’t make it any less revolting. Still, as the poo-poo filled her nappy, she was able to keep her face relatively blank and dopey, as though she’d barely even realised what had happened. A grown woman who hadn’t even realised she’d crapped her pants. The Magician would love that, she was sure.

But unlike Becky, although she was trying as hard as she could, Abby couldn’t keep the look of disgust off her face. She knew the Magician must have seen. Babies didn’t think sitting in dirty diapers was disgusting. They didn’t care. She had to do something to make up for her mistake, and quickly. She had no idea when the challenge might end!

Putting on her best bratty, mischievous face, Abby grinned up at the Magician. She hated him with all her heart. She knew she would never be able to look at herself the same way in the mirror after what she was about to do, but if it meant avoiding a terrible, terrible fate, it would be worth it.

She sat back firmly on her full nappy, feeling the disgusting mess in her pants squish against her bottom. It took all her self-control not to gag. Then, with a moronic giggle, she started bouncing up and down on her bum, squealing loudly and clapping her hands.

Becky watched, but didn’t move. She could see the Magician looked at her out of the corner of her eye, watching to see whether she’d copy Abby. But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do that. She just couldn’t stand it! The mess beneath her bottom was so disgusting! She couldn’t bounce up and down on it like some mucky baby! She looked around desperately for something else to do instead, and saw a plastic rattle lying beside her. She picked it up and crammed it into her mouth and started sucking on it, cross-eyed.

“All right, little ones,” the Magician said suddenly. “I’ve made my decision.”

They both stopped what they were doing and looked up at him fearfully. The Magician reached out and took each of them by the hand, pulling them to their feet. The two women stood there, tits out, legs pushed awkwardly apart by their full, sagging diapers, waiting for his judgement. The evil man looked at Abby, who felt her stomach lurch horribly, and then he turned his gaze to Becky. Abby realised she was trembling. Was he going to tell Becky she’d lost, or that she’d won?

“Sorry Becky,” the Magician said happily. “But I’ve decided that little Abby was the most babyish. And that means, unfortunately, that you’re the loser.”

Abby took a deep breath. Wonderful relief was flooding through her body.

Becky, however, was shaking. “No…” she whispered, so quietly that Abby barely heard her.

“I don’t know what you were planning to do with your life, Becky,” said the Magician pleasantly, advancing on the quivering girl. “Maybe you were planning to go to law school, or train as a doctor, or maybe you just wanted to live a normal life, but I’m afraid whatever it was, it won’t be happening now. You’ll be spending the rest of your days as a diaper-dependent adult toddler, a grown woman who stomps about with a smelly, loaded nappy swinging about between her legs. You’ll be dependent on real adults to check and change you, of course… and I know just the place to send you.”

He waved his hand, and a canary yellow frock with a smiling cartoon bee on the front appearing on her body. Slowly, stiffly, she looked down at her new clothes, and recognised the uniform of the Buzzy Bees baby class at the nursery school where she worked. Her soaked and loaded nappy was peeking out of the bottom.

Becky lost her mind. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, her eyes wide and horrified.

Abby stared at the woman in horror, but the Magician just chuckled, as if the sight of the twenty-year-old woman’s mental breakdown was merely amusing to him. Becky looked utterly mad. She was screaming inarticulately, and staring wide-eyed, straight ahead of her, as though she could see something they couldn’t – as if she was looking at her own future laid out in front of her. A life of stinky nappies and baby food and early bedtimes. A life stuck in nursery forever, trapped in the place she’d wanted desperately to get away from. In a way, she was getting what she wanted. She’d never have to change another dirty diaper again. She’d be too busy filling them. Becky screamed and screamed and screamed.

“That’s enough of your little tantrum, missy,” said the Magician, still sounding amused. “Time for you to go and join your new peers.” He snapped his fingers, and Becky vanished.