The Magician's Game - Chapter 9

The morning after Katherine’s ejection from the competition, Becky woke up to find her diaper soaked to the brim. It was absolutely drenched with her wee-wee, and when she slipped out of bed it hung so heavily between her legs that she thought it might fall off her hips.

She looked down at the saggy thing in disgust, wrinkling her nose at the strong smell of piss that permeated her room, but the feeling of her pee sloshing about in her pants was nothing compared to what happened next. Standing upright was all it had taken. Becky’s bowels lurched into life. She barely had time to do more than squeal in shock and dismay before she was doubling over and filling her nappy with yet another enormous, yucky mess. She grunted loudly as she packed her Pampers with poo-poo, feeling the now familiar rush of shame as she automatically compared herself to the stupid little toddlers she had to take care of every day at work. She knew she must look exactly like them, squatting down and making a smelly mess in her own pants.

As she finished pooping herself, Becky burst into tears, as she so often did since her continence had been taken away from her. She mewled and whimpered, stepping from foot to foot almost involuntarily, as if she was trying to get away from the now heavily sagging seat of her diaper as it swung between her thighs. She had to win this evil game and get back to normal!

Struggling to supress her sobs, she forced herself to waddle out of her room to go and search for the Magician, trying to ignore the filthy mess pressed up against her bottom. If she was lucky, he might change her nappy before the other girls got up, and she wouldn’t have to endure their looks of mingled pity and disgust again. Then she could sneak back and get dressed, and the other two might not even know what she’d done in her overnight diaper.

Meanwhile, Abby and Madelyn were both relieved to find that they hadn’t woken up in wet beds again (or in Madelyn’s case a wet nappy). It seemed that their bedwetting episodes really had just been a result of the breastmilk they’d been forced to drink the night before last.

Abby breathed a sigh of relief as she got up and started to dress. She’d never be able to sleep with another man again if she was stuck pissing the bed in her sleep! Her string of bachelors and married men would take one look at her in a night-time nappy and dump her immediately, and Abby depended on their infatuation with her, their gifts and generous allowances, to fund the luxurious lifestyle she’d gotten used to.

Fully dressed in skinny jeans and a tight tank-top, she stepped out of her room at almost the exact same time as Madelyn toddled out of hers, the bulk of her nappy pushing her legs slightly apart.

Abby had to supress a laugh at the sight of her oversexed bimbo body crammed into a stupid little girl’s dress, canary yellow this time, and matching bonnet. It was hard to believe she’d actually been nervous of Madelyn at first, but now the empowered feminist lecturer was just some big-titted skank dressed up as a two-year-old. She’d be too busy moaning like a pornstar and jiggling her boobs to be much of a threat in the competition. She was actually biting her lip to keep herself from moaning! Even the act of walking seemed to send powerful jolts of pleasure through her ridiculous new rack. And Becky was nothing but a big, smelly baby now. Sure, Abby herself had peed or pooped her pants every day since the competition had started, but that was different. Becky was actually incontinent. The girl couldn’t even change her own nappies – she was a total freak! Abby almost felt a little sad for her, since she knew that she, Abby, would be the one to win the Magician’s twisted game. She had to. And that meant Becky would be spending the rest of her days squishing around in loaded diapers, begging people for changes. Maybe Madelyn would get a job as a truck-stop whore.

The two of them headed towards the dining room, Madelyn lagging behind because her new stripper-tits kept putting her off-balance. They didn’t say much as they walked, and when they arrived they found Becky and the Magician already seated at the table, eating their breakfast.

Becky was picking at her food mournfully. She was hungry, but she knew that whatever she ate now was sure to come out in her nappy not long afterwards, and she’d only just gotten a change. She was sure the Magician wouldn’t be willing to wipe her butt for her again so soon. She doubted he would have given her one in the first place if it wasn’t for the way she’d pouted and looked up at him like a tearful little girl. She hated his stupid smirk, and the way his eyes glittered with malice whenever he saw her, or any of them, degrading themselves like that. But she hated sitting around in poopy nappies even more.

Abby and Madelyn took seats at the table and started helping themselves to breakfast. Madelyn’s new plumped-up, pouty lips were very ill-suited to eating. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to stop making herself look obscene as she tucked into her bowl of fruit. She let out breathy little gasps and moans every time her sensitive lips so much as touched a strawberry, and when she tried to take a bite out of a banana, she felt an uncontrollable compulsion to shove it deep into her throat. Abby shot her a disparaging look as she let out a loud, fake-sound moan, like a pornstar.

Other than that, they ate in silence once again, until at last the Magician got to his feet, his dark eyes glittering. “Now that your cute little tummies are full, it’s time for me to announce my third little challenge,” he said. “You’ll be taking part in an egg hunt! Now I know it’s not Easter at the moment, but I just can’t waste an opportunity to send three pretty little girls toddling around the garden looking for chocolate. I’ll set you loose in the playground behind the house, and your task will be to collect as many chocolate eggs as you can before I announce that time is up. You’ll be trying to find more eggs than your fellow contestants, but you’re not allowed to steal them from each other, is that clear?”

They all nodded.

“What happens to the person who gets the least amount of eggs?” asked Becky nervously.

The Magician grinned wickedly. “The loser will get the full adult baby treatment,” he said, savouring the words. “Nappies and incontinence. Baby clothes. Thumbsucking. Messy eating and a diet of toddler food. Cribs and naptimes. Car-seats and strollers. The works.”

All three girls felt knots of anxiety tighten in their stomachs. That sounded like the worst punishment so far by a long way.

Abby glanced at the other girls’ bottoms, Becky’s puffy nappy bulged out from underneath her jeans, and Madelyn’s diaper was hardly covered at all by the ultrashort hem of her frilly little baby dress. She couldn’t wear something like that! Her life would be ruined! Let alone having to suck her thumb and eat baby food and go to bed at 7 o’ clock every night!

“Well, there’s no point in wasting time,” the Magician continued. “It’s a beautiful day outside. Perfect for big babies to run around in.”

He led them out of the dining room and through a door they had never used before. Abby glanced again at Becky’s bulbous diapered butt as they walked, and noticed that she hadn’t dirtied herself yet, even though it had already been a few minutes or so since she’d finished her breakfast. Abby supposed she’d pooped her pants already that morning, the disgusting girl. Maybe she just hadn’t had enough at breakfast to soil herself yet. Abby wrinkled her nose, then she looked up as they were all bathed in light. The Magician had led them outside.

A beautiful lawn stretched out before them, dotted with numerous flower patches and fantastically trimmed hedges. Taking centre stage of the scene was an enormous playground, complete with swings, climbing frame, a set of plastic tunnels, and an elaborate spiralling slide.

Madelyn scowled at it, looking utterly ridiculous with her pumped-up lips forming a juvenile pout. He was going to make them run around on a playground like a group of four-year-olds?! She wanted to complain, but she didn’t trust herself to open her mouth without moaning. The stupid udders on her chest kept rubbing again her frock, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter inside her soft, fluffy nappy.

“You can’t…” she managed to squeak, her voice breathy and high-pitched, but a ridiculous little moan cut her off. “You can’t make us do dis! We’re not your pwayfings!”

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady,” the Magician said sternly, raising an eyebrow at Madelyn. “You’re going to do as you’re told. If you keep being fussy then I’ll have no choice but to tug you over my knee and turn your naughty tushy bright red. Is that clear, Maddy?”

Madelyn whimpered and did a little tinkle in her nappy out of fear. Her face reddened. Had the Magician given her new bimbo body a weak bladder too?!

Becky and Abby were given ridiculous frilly bonnets to match the one Madelyn was wearing. “To keep the sun off your pretty little heads,” the Magician explained as he fastened them beneath their chins. Then he stood back to admire the effect, smirking. “Such pretty babies!” he cooed. “Who’s ready to show Daddy how many eggs she can find?”

All three women were glaring at him, but their obvious displeasure only seemed to make him happier. “Alright, little ones,” he said, handing each of them a little wicker basket to put their eggs in. “Time to begin. And remember what will happens to the girl who finds the fewest eggs.” He grinned darkly. “Off you go!”

Abby, Becky, and Madelyn hurried off towards the playground.

Abby ran fastest, as she was the only one not taped into a bulky disposable diaper, and she reached the playground first. She immediately grabbed a shiny green foil-covered egg from the base of the climbing frame and popped it into her basket, feeling elated.

She was going to win this! She couldn’t let herself be turned into some ridiculous adult-sized baby. And she definitely couldn’t let herself be voted out. She thought of all the other punishments the Magician had inflicted so far. A daycare worker who hated nappies stripped of her potty training. A girl desperate to escape her tyrannical mother forced to obey her every command. A feminist lecturer and proponent of female empowerment turned into a busty, babified bimbo. A fashion model robbed of her ability to dress herself and forced to wear ridiculous toddler outfits. It was pretty clear the Magician enjoyed inflicting their very worst nightmares onto them. Abby shivered. What would he do to her if she lost?

But she still had a backup plan, she told herself. She’d never yet met a man who’d been able to resist her charms, not when she really wanted to seduce them. And for all his otherworldly powers, the Magician was clearly a man with a sex drive – even if it was a horribly twisted, nightmarish one. It was still something to work with. But if she could just win the competition, that would be easier.

Madelyn’s brain became a ditzy fog as she ran across the grass, her tits bouncing about wildly inside her dress and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body and into her nether regions. She focused as hard as she could. Eggs. She had to find eggs. She couldn’t lay down and start rubbing her tingling pussy. She couldn’t just sit on the grass and play with herself, imagining a man bending her over a bed and thrusting himself deep inside her, taking what was his… No! Focus. Focus.

She toddled over to the swings, already panting a little in the heat of the sun. Her once tight, athletic figure was no more. Her new body was soft and curvy, poorly suited to be anything more than decoration. She inspected the seats of the swings and felt her heart leap when she saw a blue egg sitting in one. She snatched it up and dropped it into her basket. She could still win this. As bad as it was being trapped in some stupid bimbo body and baby clothes, it would be worse if she was totally infantilised.

Becky was waddling around underneath the slide. Her tummy was starting to feel rumbly, and she couldn’t tell if it was because she was just hungry, or if there was another stinky on its way. Then she spotted it – a pink, foil-covered egg tucked away at the point where the underside of the slide touched the ground. She bent over and grabbed it, a jubilant smile spreading across her face. But at that moment, her stomach lurched into action once again. Her grin turned into an ‘o’ of surprise as a yucky load dropped out of her incontinent little bottom, making the seat of her nappy droop heavily. Her mess was followed by a strong gush of pee that soaked the front of her nappy as well, until the thing was almost as saggy as it had been when she’d woken up that morning. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time Becky didn’t start wailing. She couldn’t help stomping her foot in frustration, but all that did that squish the contents of her diaper against her. Taking a deep, steadying breath, and crinkling up her face as the smell of her stinky nappy hit her, she forced herself to calm down. She’d found an egg. She could win this challenge, get through the final one, and wish herself back to normal! She hadn’t given much thought to what else she might wish for. At this point she wanted nothing but to be a regular young woman again, and never have to see another dirty diaper in her life.

The three girls continued to wander quickly around the playground and the surrounding flower beds, occasionally finding an egg to add to their growing collections, glancing at the others whenever they passed to see who had gotten more.

Abby clambered up to the top of the slide, and froze. There was an egg, golden-wrapped and shining brightly in the sun! But Madelyn had got there first! She was standing in front of it, bending down slowly and rubbing herself through the front of her baby-doll dress. Her basket was on the floor at her side. Abby felt a thrill of horror when she was what was inside. Madelyn had five eggs! And with the one in front of her it would make six! When she’d last seen Becky, toddling around with an obviously full nappy, she’d had five – and Abby herself had five as well. This was too close. Far too close.

Abby felt sick when she thought about what losing this stupid egg hunt would mean. Stuck in nappies and baby clothes, but worse, far worse than anything either Becky or Madelyn had to experience. From the sound of it, the Magician intended to turn the loser into an absurd overgrown baby in every way.

The Magician had told them they couldn’t steal other people’s eggs… But he couldn’t be omniscient. And at this rate, there was a good chance that Abby would lose. Becky was bound to have found another egg by now, and they could be out of time at any minute!

While Madelyn was distracted picking up the gold egg and playing with her oversized melons, Abby snuck out a hand and snatched a purple egg from her basket. Then she slipped down the slide. Madelyn was gasping and moaning to herself too loudly now to even hear her. Abby reached the bottom of the slide and sprinted away towards a row of hedges, just in case she was seen. She could always claim she’d been over here in case Madelyn noticed an egg was missing.

The three girls wandered around for a minute or two more, and then the Magician’s voice rang out across the garden. “Alright, little ones!” he called. “Time to come back to Daddy!” And with a snap of his fingers, the three of them appeared suddenly in front of him, baskets in hand, silly little bonnets on their heads. Abby edged away from Becky and her disgusting dirty diaper.

“Well!” said the Magician, still drinking in the sight of the three women with hunger in his eyes. “I hope you all enjoyed your little egg hunt. Now it’s time to see who got the most… And who got the least.” He grinned horribly, his handsome features twisting in anticipation.

Abby’s heart was pounding in her chest. If she’d been caught cheating…

The Magician stepped forwards and inspected their baskets. “Let’s see. Five for little Becky… Five for little Maddy too!”

Madelyn looked down in confusion. Five?! She thought she’d had six! Had she miscounted?

“And how many does Abby have…?” the Magician continued, peering into her basket. “Six for little Abby! So it would appear as though we have two losers today.”

Abby breathed a sigh of relief.

“No!” Madelyn squealed.

Becky looked horror struck. “Please don’t!” she begged, tears filling her eyes again. Her lower lip trembled. She didn’t know how long she could keep it together. She thought she might go insane if she had to be a total baby!

“But,” said the Magician firmly, cutting them off. “Things aren’t always as they appear.” His eyes moved onto Abby, and she felt her blood turn cold.

“One of you has been very naughty,” he said, and there was a terrifying happiness in his voice. He tutted. “Such a bad girl, Abby, stealing one of little Maddy’s eggs.”

Abby felt frozen in place. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t!

Madelyn looked at her furiously, her anger looking quite ridiculous on her mallrat bimbo face. Becky still looked fearful.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” said the Magician, not sounding sorry at all, “but Daddy did tell you that stealing is a no-no. I’m afraid I have no choice but to disqualify you from the third challenge. And that would make you the loser.”

Abby found she could only stare at him, her mouth agape, her eyes wide and terrified.

The Magician turned to Becky. “It’s your lucky day, stinky-bum! Since Abby cheated, you’re no longer the joint-loser.”

Becky took in a shaky breath. She was okay. She might still be stuck in nappies, but at least her situation wasn’t going to get any worse.

“Now,” said the Magician, turning back to Abby with his eyes glinting. “I think it’s time that our little loser got her penalty.”