Gabie
let out a depressed sigh as she headed toward her job. It wasn’t
something that she was embarrassed about doing, it was a job that she
had for years. Babysitting paid the bills and gave her what she
needed to cover the small expenses of her life. However it just
wasn’t the most high end paying job that most others had. Watching
a few kids overnight wasn’t something to be too proud of, but Gabie
was happy to do so. Max, the oldest brother at the age of nine, was
probably the cutest and most well behaved boy in the world she had
the joy of watching over. Always helpful and a pleasure to babysit.
His baby brother Mikey wasn’t the worst baby in the world, could be
noisy, but very easy to take care of.
Yeah
it was almost like Gabie didn’t have to do much to get paid to look
after the two little goobers. Heading to the Larson’s home, Gabie
knocked on the door to be greeted by Mr Larson.
“Gabie,
just in time. They both had dinner,” he laughed at her arrival,
“Max has a few hours before bed, and Mikey is already down. Should
be a relatively easy night tonight.” Gabie smiled at Mr. Larson’s
remark. The easier it was, the more homework she could get done for
college. Gabie smiled and nodded at Mr. Larson’s words
Gabie
walked into the home and saw Max on the couch watching TV. It took
him only a second to recognize her, “Gabie!” Max shouted as he
jumped off the cushions and ran to hug her. At his size he could only
hug her legs.
“Hey
there kiddo,” Gabie spoke as she was immediately attacked by the
tight hug. “What are you watching?”
Max
broke away and looked back at the TV. “The Richard’s show.”
Gabie
was unaware of that show but simply responded, “Oh? Sounds good.”
Max nodded with a grin before heading back to the couch and continued
to watch the show.
“The
wife’s just tucking in Mikey,” Mr Larson told Gabie. Gabie nodded
and stood there waiting for Mrs. Larson to join her husband. It only
took a few more minutes before the older woman appeared.
“He’s
a little grumpy tonight… I hope he stays asleep,” Mrs. Larson
spoke, sounding exhausted.
“I’m
sure tonight will be fine for him,” Gabie added. “He’s usually
a deep sleeper.
Both
the Larson’s nodded at her comment. Mr. Larson handed a paper that
had some things on it. “This our emergency number-”
Gabie
laughed, “Still got it saved on my phone.”
Mr.
Larson blushed and nodded, “Right, of course. Why wouldn’t you,”
the chuckle he gave was to brush off the embarrassment he was
showing.
Mrs.
Larson went on, “There’s forty on the counter for pizza and soda.
Make sure that-”
Gabie
couldn’t help but cut in, “That Max is in bed by ten thirty and
Mikey gets a bottle of formula before putting him back down later,”
Gabie spoke like a pro… which she kind of was at this point.
“Uh…”
Mrs. Larson looked at her husband and slowly nodded, “Right. I
guess you know the routine by now.”
“It’s
fine,” Gabie spoke slowly, walking past the parents and taking a
seat in an empty chair. “I’ll make sure the house isn’t burnt
down and the kids aren’t up all night watching ‘scary movies’,”
Gabie laughed as she wiggled her fingers in a spooky way. “Nothing
to worry about.”
The
Larson’s looked a little hesitant and uneasy, but they always did
when they left the home to her. It wasn’t long before the grown ups
gave up their fears of the worst that could happen and headed out to
do their date night thing. Once the parents were gone, Gabie felt a
tension in her body relax as she slumped heavier into the chair,
“oooo.” Gabie groaned.
“Something
wrong,” Max asked looking at his babysitter.
Gabie
shook her head, “Just a long day… anyway,” Gabie switched her
tone to a much more positive sounding voice, “What kind of pizza do
you want?”
The
look on Max’s face told Gabie he was gonna shout, but she gave him
a look that told him to keep it down. So Max shouted as quietly as he
could, “BACON!” He hissed to his babysitter.
Gabie
grinned, “Bacon it is.” getting up from the couch she grabbed the
home phone and made the call. Placing an order for a mega sized bacon
pizza, Gabie couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace looking after
the children tonight. It was something that helped eased her nerves
when taking care of the Larson’s kids. Sitting on the couch with
Max, Gabie let the other stuff in her life flow out of her brain as
she watched the older child. Soon the pizza came and both Gabie and
Max attacked the pizza like it was the last scrap of food on earth.
Finishing the pizza Gabie saw the time, “Oh, well will you look at
the clock, it’s time for bed.”
Max
frowned and crossed his arms, “No… I can stay up longer,” he
defiantly told Gabie.
“Oh?
Really?” Gabie smirked while playing along. She knew that Max hated
being told it was bedtime, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve.
“You gonna stay up with me?” Max nodded. “If you say so… but
I’m warning you,” Gabie remarked, “I’m staying up all night
long. You think you can last?” Having the boy “try” and stay up
longer only seemed to make him sleepier.
Max
gave a defiant nod, but it was clear he was dozing off already. Gabie
was sure that the child would be tuckered out just before the pizza
was finished. In fact Max was nodding off just before the last slice
of pizza disappeared from the box. Near the last slice or two Max was
falling into a sleep comma, the kind of one that someone gets after a
good meal. Gabie chuckled at the child trying to stay up past his
bedtime, but a quick change to the boring news channel, Max was down
for the count in no time. Snoring and rolling his head, Gabie knew it
was time to put him down. Gabie still had a job to do and gently
picked up the slumbering kid. She carried him to his bed and gently
put him under the covers. Luckily he was in his pajamas already, and
asked him to brush his teeth not too long ago during a commercial
break.
Everyone
but Gabie was asleep, and now she could start her homework-
The
baby monitor near Gabie started to act up, as the sounds of Mikey
stirring caught the monitor’s attention. Trying not to groan at the
possibility of the baby waking up, Gabie glanced at the miniature
screen on the portal-able baby monitor. Sadly, Mikey was waking up
with each passing second. Seeing as the child wouldn’t be going
back to sleep anytime soon, Gabie knew she had to fix it. Getting up,
Gabie headed to Mikey’s room and gently picked up the waking child.
He was clearly about to cry if Gabie wasn’t there.
“Shhh,
it’s okay,” Gabie spoke carrying the child out of the room. “You
don’t want to wake your brother up. Come on, let’s get you a
little something to help you sleep.” Gabie headed into the Larson’s
kitchen and started to look for the baby formula that they kept.
After a little looking and a little confusion, Gabie came across an
empty formula container in the trash. “Noooo,” Gabie groaned
realizing how hard it was gonna be to put Mikey down without some
milk. “Shiiii-” Gabie closed her mouth not to cuss in front of
the upset child. Kids always tended to soak up the wrong words, no
need for Gabie to be using foul language around them.
Gabie
continued to pace back and forth to try and rock Mikey back to sleep,
but he wasn’t having it. It was clear he was expecting something
before bed. Gabie had no formula and Mrs. Larson didn’t have any
pumped milk to spare. If she didn’t get Mikey something to eat he
would be up all night.
Gabie
smiled at probably her only saving grace, her boyfriend Justin. He
could grab something from the store real quick and drop it off for
her. She wouldn’t have to go anywhere and still keep an eye on the
two kids. Reaching into her pocket, Gabie pulled her phone out and
sent a desperate text for Justin to bring over some baby formula.
Justin
was online gaming when his phone went off. He didn’t bother to
check it till he was done with this match and saw it was from Gabie.
Surprised at the hour she was sending him a DM, Justin read it really
quick. “Need help. Come to 89285 Chestnut drive. Bring baby
formula, please, love you” Followed up by a heart emoji.
Justin
shot up from his seat. Baby formula? Love? Heart? Slowly, Justin
lined the message up. It was clear that Gabie was down for a late
night fuck, why else would she say baby formula like that? That had
to mean his cum. She wanted him so bad!
Smiling
at his luck, he quickly told the boys bye, grabbed his keys, and
headed to his car. Justin had been dating Gabie for a couple of
months, and oddly he never figured her to be a late night booty call.
However it was clear she wanted some tonight. Heading to the address,
Justin got out of the car and sauntered up to the door. Knocking,
Justin gave the most charming of grins he could as he watched Gabie
open it.
“Oh
thank you so much,” Gabie sighed. Justin smirked. Oh she was
desperate for him, how cute. Justin walked into the house and turned
toward Gabie who was closing the door. Gabie looked at Justin and
frowned, “Where’s the baby formula?”
Giving
a grin that might look a little cheese, Justin presented himself,
“You're looking at him babe.”
“What,”
Gabie asked, sounding confused.
“Uh,”
Justin paused, “Me? I’m the baby formula… like you know my…”
he pointed down at his junk.
“What?!
NO! I meant ACTUAL baby formula like…” Gabie showed off the
squirming child in her arms, “for a baby?!”
“Oh…
so… that wasn’t code for sex,” Justin asked.
“No,”
Gabie nearly shouted at him before keeping it down for Max to stay
sleeping. “I need milk for Mikey,” Gabie explained to Justin.
“Oh,
well, just,” Justin shrugged and pointed at Gabie’s chest, “Feed
him. No biggy.”
Gabie
blinked a few times. “What? That's not how that works you fuuuuu-”
Gabie closed her eyes and stopped cursing him, “Freaking moron. I
don’t have anything in them,” She hissed at the oblivious
boyfriend.
“Oh…”
Justin remarked as he stood there. After a few moments and a fussy
baby, Justin figured his job was over. “Well, I’m gonna head back
now. Thought you wanted to bang tonight.”
“You're
just gonna bail like that,” Gabie asked, sounding shocked.
“Well,
I mean your hands are full, and I’m not really a kid person. So,
yeah, I'm gonna go home.” Justin explained.
There
was a quick flare of rage that crossed Gabie’s face, but quickly
disappeared. “Actually,” Gabie spoke, sounding calmer now. The
soft and controlled voice helped slow Justin down.
“Yeah?”
“I
think I found a solution,” Gabie explained approaching Justin. The
sway in her hips helped pull him toward her.
“Mmm,
and what’s that,” Justin asked, feeling slightly turned on by his
horny girlfriend.
“Something
that needs to be done. It’s gonna help feed Mikey,” Gabie spoke,
moving ever so closer to Justin.
Justin
smiled as he spoke, “Cool, so that mean-”
“We’re
done,” Gabie explained in a harsh tone.
Justin
frowned, “Huh… wait you mean-”
Gabie
cut him off, “We’re done. I’m breaking up with you. But don’t
worry. I’ll make sure to keep you close to my heart.”
Justin
was lost. He didn’t know what Gabie was saying but one moment he
was looking at Gabie and the next he was shoved into a tight bounded
area. It was dark and stuffy as Justin screamed out in shock. He felt
like the entire world was pressing down on him from all sides. A dark
stuffy chamber that only allowed sound but no sight. A constant
thumping could be heard behind or inside Justin’s head as he could
do nothing but frown at the situation. As he tried to understand
where he was stuffed, or even how he suddenly came to be here, Justin
called out for Gabie.
There
was no response, but there was a familiar sound besides the thumping
around him, he heard a familiar whining sound.
Suddenly
he heard Gabie’s voice, “Don’t worry I got something for you
Mikey. Just give me a minute.” Gabie’s sweet voice seemed to come
from all over, as Justin was still in darkness.. Before Justin could
call out for Gabie, there was some movement and suddenly a lot
happened in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, Justin was blinded by some
bright light, and soon he felt his body relax and spill out of his
cage or chamber. He felt himself flop out into open space as his eyes
adjusted to the damning lights hitting him. It wasn’t till he heard
a louder noise that his attention focused on something. In front of
him was a similar looking child, one that he saw a few moments ago in
Gabie’s arms.
“Drink
up Mikey, it’s nice and fresh…” Gabie announced from above.
Justin
couldn’t look up but the enormous face of the baby looking at him
like he was the holy grail was freaking him out. No sooner did Gabie
tell Mikey to go for it, did the boy’s face come rushing forward,
mouth open wide and heading toward Justin’s face. Justin let out a
startled cry as the gaping mouth soon pushed into Justin’s face and
swallowed him and part of his body into the warm embrace of the boy’s
mouth. Almost immediately after the mouth sucked on him, he was
plunged back into darkness. Almost immediately he felt something. The
suction on his head and face increased as Mikey tried to draw out
whatever it was he was looking for. Justin suddenly felt something in
him flowing. A warm wet feeling coming up from his gut, through his
throat, all up toward his mouth. One more coaxing suck on Justin
caused him to throw up. A vile vicious volume of very thick cream
came oozing out of Justin's open orifice. Something that left Justin
horrified as he felt his body throwing up the warm milky like
substance out of his mouth. Justin would have screamed but the
feeling of chewing and sucking that Mikey was doing to him made him
gag on his own words and milky puke. Cream continued to pour out of
his screaming mouth as Mikey gulped it down with a viscous appetite.
Justin protesting sounds were all silenced behind the suckling noises
coming from Mikey. Justin could do nothing but release the torrent of
fluid from his mouth as he tried to make sense to what was going on.
“Easy
easy,” Gabie spoke to Mikey as he suckled her breast, or to be more
clear, Justin. Having been done with her previous boyfriend, she
figured she could put him to some decent use. Like, providing some
fresh food for Mikey. Feeling Mikey suckling her was thrilling but
also weird, as this would be the first time trying something like
this. Luckily Justin vanishing was something she could write off
easily. Since it was only Gabie and Mikey who saw-
“Where
did he go,” Max’s confused voice asked from the hallway.
Gabie
froze as she slowly turned toward the preteen looking at her.
“Wh-what?”
“The
guy…” Max said. “Where did he go? He was here a few seconds ago
and then, POOF” Max spoke showing the instant vanishing of Justin
with his hands.
“He…
you saw that?” Gabie asked, sounding worried. To Gabie’s biggest
fears, Max nodded. Oh shit, not good. Not good at all. Gabie didn’t
want to do it, but no one was supposed to know about her magic. Her
ability to transform people into anything she wanted. Having Max
watch her turn Justin into her mammary glands, full of milk, was not
part of the plan. Gabie had two choices right now. Turn Max, the kind
and sweet boy she watched over for years into something to silence
him, or find another way to keep him quiet. As easy as it would be to
turn Max into something and be done with him, like a piece of candy
or a pair of socks, Max was a good kid. He didn’t deserve it,
unlike Gabie’s crappy boyfriend currently being sucked dry by
Mikey. No, she would rather not turn the boy into anything and find
another way around this.
Gabie
sighed, “You’re supposed to be in bed,” Gabie told Max.
“I
heard shouting,” Max explained, sounding worried. The concern he
had was a little touching, but didn’t change the situation.
Gabie
tried to diffuse the situation, “Well, everything is fine now, so
you can go back to bed-”
“Where
did he go,” Max asked again, sounding too eager for the answer to
push it to the side. “Was that magic? Did you make him vanish?”
“Uh…
kind of,” Gabie explained as she started to feel Mikey slow down
and her supply of Justin milk growing low. Seeing as Mikey was down,
she pulled the sleepy child away from her newly plump pair of breasts
and covered up as she spoke to the other curious child. “Max, no
one can know about magic, okay?”
“Magic,”
Max gasped. “C-can you teach me?!”
Gabie
wasn’t so sure, as there were plenty of rules that were already
being broken just talking about it. “I…” Gabie stood up from
the couch and carried Mikey back to his crib, “Not just anyone is
supposed to learn it.” Gabie gently put the now sleepy looking
Mikey down. Already full of Justin juice, and content for the night,
he was asleep before Gabie set him down. Leaving the bedroom she
continued to see the fascinated Max following her. Deciding she
needed to take control, quickly said, “LOOK… if I teach you some
magic… you wont say a thing? I mean it,” Gabie warned. “No one,
not even your mom or dad can know! Understand?”
Max
nodded.
“Are
you positive? Last person to lie to me… I made them into a toilet.
Is that what you want?” Gabie warned Max with the threat.
Max
looked shocked but shook his head, “I promise. I wont say
anything.”
Gabie
gave it a few moments and finally sighed, “Alright. I’ll teach
you. Just remember, this is serious. No telling anyone.”
Max
nodded again but this time with a giddily smile at Gabie. “I
promise.”
Taking
the child up on his word, Gabie nodded, “Good. Well, as much as I
would love to teach you, there isn’t enough time or material for
tonight.” Gabie explained.
Max
looked a little saddened at the news, “So nothing tonight?”
“No,”
Gabie explained. “But,” She said, causing Max to change his sour
mode into a delighted one, “Next time I watch over you and your
brother, I’ll bring some.”
“Really?”
Max asked excitedly.
“Really,”
Gabie explained. “Just got to find some people that need changing.”
“People
that need changing,” Max asked, sounding confused.
Gabie
smiled, “While of course. I only change bad people. Like,” Gabie
explained as she slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
The metal bead in the center of her tongue was shoved out of her
mouth and hanging there for Max to see. “Muh, lwast bwyfrwnd.”
Gabie spoke, showing off the piercing in her tongue. Pulling her
tongue back into her mouth and speaking normally. “The little-”
Gabie again bit back a few curse words for the cheating asshole she
caught fucking some college freshmen. She made quick work of those
sluts, and now kept her old boyfriend close and personal, “Jerk…”
Gabie explained. “Is right where he belongs,” Gabie explained.
“He gets to smell and taste every meal.”
Max
seemed to laugh at the idea of her boyfriend having to do that. Gabie
left out the other things her EX had to experience, like the several
blow jobs she gave to her now EX EX boyfriend Justin when he was
human. A part of Gabie felt like maybe she might be going through
boyfriends a little fast, but that faded when she recalled why they
were transformed to begin with. “Anyway, like I said, only bad
people. Scummy jerks. Just plain mean, rude, and awful people.”
Gabie explained. “The ones that need to,” She waved her hands
magically, “disappear.”
“ooooo,”
Max gasped as he understood what Gabie meant. “Bad guys.”
“Bad
guys,” Gabie repeated. “Exactly.”
Max
smiled at Gabie, “So I’ll be able to do what you do?!”
“Uh,
maybe…” Gabie spoke not wanting to promise something she couldn’t
fulfill. “I’ll try, but not everyone can do it. Anyway, you
should head to bed and get some sleep.” Gabie smiled as she looked
at the excited boy, “You wouldn’t want to be a ‘bad guy’ for
staying up too late, now would you?”
Max
looked shocked and his eyes went wide before darting toward his room.
Gabie chuckled at the child’s behavior and sat back down on the
couch. She picked up her homework and started to complete her work.
It was difficult to ignore the pleading coming from her chest but
after a while, the sound faded into the background as Justin’s
complaining and crying over being sucked on died out. Gabie couldn’t
help but roll her eyes at the complaints. It wasn’t like Justin had
to taste another guy's dick and sperm like the one in her tongue. If
anything he was getting off easy.
Well,
that was unless her next boyfriend had a thing for boobs, then yeah
he might be in for a world of misery. All the boob jobs she might
give, all the touching and fondling, if they were really into it
suckling her like tonight, or whatever else that might be on their
minds. Gabie smirked as she felt herself getting turned on at the
idea. She was looking forward to finding someone who might be into
that kind of stuff…
Finding
people who deserve a worse fate than being normal wasn’t as easy as
Gabie thought. She spent plenty of time trying to track down people.
Going to bars and other places just to find scum was less rewarding
than she thought. Who would have thought there were decent people
nowadays? It got to the point that Gabie couldn’t find anyone
deserving than a few rude people she bumped into. It wasn’t till on
her way to the Larson’s to babysit, that some jackass cut her off
in traffic. Annoyed but grateful the jerk did that, she pulled up
beside the car and looked in at the man on a phone. It wasn’t till
the light turned green did Gabie grin and drive off. She could hear
the sounds of beeping as she drove away from the now empty car with
no one inside the drive seat. It only took Gabie a second or two, to
add the asshole into her small box of practice material for Max. Four
little jerks should be more than enough to train with.
“Tonight
is gonna be so much fun,” Gabie said excitedly as she cranked up
the music and drowned out the cries of the little people in the
passenger seat.
Max
did his best to act normal when Gabie showed up. He promised not to
tell anyone, and he didn’t. Tonight his babysitter was gonna to
show him how magic works! The usual greetings and talk went between
his parents and Gabie. Every once in a while Gabie would glance at
Max and give him a knowing smile. It took most of Max’s restraint
not to jump up and down at the idea of being taught magic tonight.
It
felt like forever before his parents were wishing him goodnight and
goodbye. Once his parents left he watched them through a window till
they drove off. Finally unable to contain himself, he turned around
toward Gabie and shouted, “They’re gone! Can we learn to do magic
now?!”
Gabie
looked shocked but laughed, “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down their sport.
We have plenty of time for that. Your mom and dad won't be back till
tomorrow morning. That gives us plenty of time to learn. Besides, I
missed lunch this afternoon. Why don’t we make some food, get your
little brother ready for bed, and then we can learn how to do some
magic? Sounds good?”
Max
sighed, sounding a little disappointed at having to wait, but he
nodded, “Okay…”
“Aww,
don’t look so sad. How about this, I’ll make us a quick snack.
How does mac and cheese sound?
Max
immediately perked up at the mention of one of his favorite snacks.
“With extra cheese?”
Gabie
laughed as she walked into the kitchen and put down a weird brown box
with some school books, “The cheesiest mac and cheese ever.”
It
felt like a typical night for Max as Gabie started to take care of
him and Mikey. She was going between holding Mikey and feeding him,
to mixing and serving up a nice gloppy bowl of extra cheese and
macaroni. Max dug into the noodles and slurped them up almost like
spaghetti. It wasn’t till Gabie was done with Mikey and cradling
him did she start to talk to him about magic.
“So,
now that everyone is fed and happy,” Gabie announced. She spoke to
Max with glee in her voice, “Let’s start to learn some magic!”
Max did his best not to cheer with a mouth of cheesy noodles. “But,
before we do, there are rules, you understand?”
Max
nodded. Gabie went on and explained, “Okay first… no one can
know, and I mean it.” Gabie told Max. “I’m only teaching you
because you seem like a good kid.” Max nodded again, “Good,
second, only use it on bad people.” Max thought that was a given
but nodded again.
Gabie
smiled, “Okay, good. Now than I guess we should get started-”
Max
couldn’t help but ask, “Is that it? Just two rules?”
Gabie
nodded, “Yup.” That was good. Two rules made it easy to remember,
he was worried there would be more things he needed to follow.
However it seemed that was not the case. Gulping another helping of
food down, Max sat up and watched Gabie pick up the box and give a
gentle shake. There was some noise like squeaks or chirps. Thinking
Gabie brought over a mouse or bird, he was shocked when she removed
the lid and showed Max the four tiny-looking people in the box. Each
one looking scared, upset, or just shocked.
“oooo,”
Max gasped, looking between the four people.
“Okay,”
Gabie said, setting Mikey down in her lap balanced against one hand,
and using the other hand to pick up a random person. “Let’s do
something real simple. Change this person into… uh…” Gabie was
trying to think of something. Anything really, but she was drawing a
blank. That was till Mikey started to move and reach for something
across the table. It was his pacifier from before. “Perfect! Mikey
wants a new pacifier, you think you can do that?”
Max
slowly nodded, “I’ll try.”
Mason
thought someone slipped some drugs into his water or food today. It
all started when he spotted some girl on campus laughing. A flash of
silver on her tongue caught his eye. He couldn’t stop looking at
the piercing in her mouth. When she spotted him she asked him what he
was looking at. Telling her it was nothing, she seemed to get an
attitude and asked again. Not wanting to argue he started to walk
away. Saying, “Whatever…”
Then
he was in pitch black darkness. He didn’t know where he was or what
was going on. Occasionally another voice filled the chamber and
another over the hours he was stuck here. Some movement, and then
finally he was here… looking up at random people that were over
twenty times his size. Something about a pacifier was being talked
about among the crazy girl and this little boy.
“What
the fuck,” Mason spoke looking around expecting himself to wake up
from this fever dream.
The
boy’s booming voice nearly broke him out of his panic attack, “So
how do I do it?”
Mason
wasn’t sure what he was asking till the woman holding him spoke,
“Well, I’ll try and help but it’s all about FEELING it. Mmm, I
kind of think of it like they are play-dough, or like cookie dough.
Something to shape into.”
The
boy seemed confused but soon directed all his attention at Mason. He
felt like the boy was glaring at him as he scrunched up his face as
the seconds turned to minutes, “He’s…. not…. Changing….”
the boy said, sounding a little more upset as the time went on.
“Keep
trying Max,” the girl urged him on. “The first one is always the
hardest…”
Mason
couldn’t help but shout out, “What are you doing? What the heck
are you saying.”
“I…
think…” Max grunted and finally sighed, “I don’t think I
can.”
Mason
wasn’t sure which was more upsetting, him being ignored or him not
knowing what was going on. What were they trying to do, and why him?
“Here,
hold him,” The woman said, handing Mason over to Max, who clenched
him harder than was necessary. Mason grunted and groaned from the
pressure as he felt another hand wrap around the boys. “Okay, you
feel that, the magic?”
“I
think so,” Max said unsure.
“Just
feel that flow annnnnd, there. All done.” The woman said. Mason had
no idea what she did but he was still in the boy’s clutches. “Take
a look.” Mason felt the boys’ hand open up and he was now in the
palm of the boy’s hand. He wasn’t sure if the boy grew or not,
but the look on his face was of pure excitement.
“OH
WOW!”
Mason
was stunned by the reaction of the large boy, but figured if he was
dumb enough to keep his hand open, why not go for it. Mason tried to
run.
To
Mason’s shock he couldn’t.
Mason
was still in Max’s hand when his fingers plucked him up. Mason
instantly knew something was different as his body felt off for some
reason. Mason was being held upside down as Max looked at him with an
amazed look in his eyes. They both were locked in a staring contest
till the sounds of an upset child broke the silence.
The
woman laughed, “Looks like Mikey wants his new binky.”
Max
laughed, “Okay, here you go Mikey,” Max announced getting out of
the chair. Mason was expecting to be put down and Max to pick up the
pacifier on the table, however that didn’t happen. Instead he was
being carried over to the agitated child in the woman's lap. It
wasn’t till the child seemed to calm down and reach out for him,
that Mason realized what was happening. It was too late for him to
say anything, now that he had no mouth to speak with. Instead he
could only silently scream as Max led him toward the groping fingers
of a stranger’s child. Max helped lead Mason, with the help of
Mikey’s pudgy hands grabbing at him, to head toward the open
orifice of the baby. It only took a quick moment of dread before
Mason felt his face and head get sucked and shoved into the child’s
enormous gaping mouth. A wave of droll splashing on him as a large
object slapped his face with a concoction of wet spit and left over
food. A hard wall from above and below pinched down on Mason’s
squishy head as it threatened to cut him in half. Mikey’s mouth
sucked on Mason’s head, trying to rip his face or head from his
body as he extracted any liquid from Mason's body.
Mason
cried out for help, but Mikey didn’t listen as he proceeded to suck
and chew on Mason’s form. His new squishy head seemed to allow
Mason to experience something that no other person could. The ability
to have his head stretched and chomped on. Having his skull deform
and immediately reform after any form of pressure applied was more
jarring than he could ever imagine. His head throbbed and ached from
each pulsating slurp the child did. Layers of spit applied only to be
drained from his wet face, just to come back oozing around him. A
constant wave of slimy being applied and removed over and over again.
Mason’s
only hope was to be spit out or fall out of the child's mouth. Maybe
he would get bored, but as the night went on, the child never seemed
to dull from the sucking on Mason’s poor face. Just as Mason was
losing any hope for rescue or escape, a miracle happened. Mason felt
the baby being moved, just as the child was relaxing its powerful
sucking strength, leaving Mason loose on his lips. Suddenly the
jarring feeling of movement had Mason slip out of the child’s lips.
Mason was free! He was falling, but was free from that hell. He was
tumbling through the air and heading for the carpet. Mason wasn’t
sure why but he felt like if he hit the ground, maybe he would be
safe or forgotten, or even -
With
lightning fast reflexes, Mason was caught just inches from the floor,
“GOTCHA. Oooo, that would have been a shame if you hit the floor,”
The strange large woman spoke, holding Mason just above the ground.
“I would have been forced to clean you before Mikey could use you
again, and that would make Mikey mad.”
Mason
watched the woman grinning as she lifted him up toward her face. “Now
that would just be sooo rude of you. His new favorite binky trying to
get away from its job so soon? No no, can’t have that. You're gonna
have to spend a lot of time with this young man. Maybe you might
learn some lessons about watching your mouth around others.” The
stranger giggled, but there was no kindness in it.
“I
DIDN’T MEAN TO,” Mason shouted, truly not sure how he offended
this crazy person but she just shrugged.
“Doesn’t
matter now. What’s done is done. And well what's done is…”
Mason felt himself being pointed and directed at a delighted child
being given its pacifier, “That you are a pacifier. So suck it up…”
Mason
let out a cry for mercy as the warm oozing goo dripping from the
approaching child's lips swarmed over him as he was inserted back
into that hell hole of a mouth. No one showed him mercy, definitely
not the happy child, as Mikey went back to enjoying his binky with
more vigorous violence than before.
Max
sat there trying to remember what it felt like, when Gabie used magic
with him. It was an interesting feeling. “Can I try again,” Max
asked, not sure if he got the hang of it.
Gabie
smiled, “Well of course, that’s why I have more in here,” Gabie
told him, giving the box another shake sending more noises up from
the brown square. Max was glad Gabie brought more than one bad person
with her to help teach him. Just as Max was trying to think of what
to make, Gabie suggested something, “Maybe we should try something
more personal, it could help.”
“Personal,”
Max asked, not sure what the word meant.
Gabie
nodded, “I found it easier to turn people into-” Gabie paused. It
seemed she was having a hard time explaining. “Well… uh,” Gabie
spoke again trying to think how to tell the boy about turning people
into body parts. “Like the other day… with the bad boyfriend,
when I turned him into...” Gabie explained, pointing at her chest.
Max
frowned, “But I don’t want to have boobies.”
Gabie
had to hold back a laugh, “I didn’t mean like me. I meant a part
of you. It’s easier to feel the magic work when you turn someone
into a part of you. Could be a foot ,a hand, maybe your butt-”
Max
laughed, “MY BUTT?!” The boy laughed.
Gabie
nodded, “Yup.”
Max
slowly stopped laughing as he thought about it. He didn’t know what
to turn someone into. It seemed kind of weird. “I don’t know…”
“Here,”
Gabie spoke as she picked up another tiny person. “I’ll help
guide the magic, you just… whatever first comes to mind, okay?”
Max
slowly nodded as he quickly grabbed the tiny person in his hand. He
was squirming around in his fist but Max wouldn't let go. Gabie put
one hand on his shoulder and told him to concentrate. Max closed his
eyes and did as Gabie instructed. Trying to ignore everything else
except turning the bad man into a part of his body. Max just didn’t
know what. He couldn’t think of anything at the moment so he stood
there wondering what to do.
Mark
tried to break free from the boy’s grip, but the strength was
insane. He wasn’t going anywhere. Mark also couldn’t beg for them
to stop. All he could do was watch as both giants stood there silent,
the boy’s eyes closed and the woman always watching. Mark didn’t
know what the heck they were doing or what was going on. He just knew
that it couldn’t be good for him. Just as minutes passed and
nothing happened, the boy started to shift in place, almost as if he
was uncomfortable with something…
Then
it happened, Mark teleported or vanished or whatever as something
happened to him. One second he was in the boy’s grip the next he
was gone. Mark started to freak out as he was in a dark confined
space, cramped but not crushing almost like the tight fist he was
held in.
“Where
am I!” Mark called out with no response except the darkness.
Suddenly there was an excited noise.
“I
DID IT!”
The
boy’s joyful voice seemed to come from above but also around him.
“Good
job kiddo!” The giantess spoke some ways off. “I knew you could
do it. So what did you turn him into?”
“Uh…
well,” The boy spoke again, sounding hesitant. Mark had a bad
feeling about this as he tried to understand what was going on. Turn
him into? What did that mean? “I kind of had… I didn’t know
what to do and then I had to, you know… go…”
“Go,”
The giantess asked, sounding just as confused as Mark. Where did he
have to go to?
“Mhmm…
so I kind of turned him into…” There was a pause and soon Mark
felt some pressure coming off the ever bearing walls. Soon a gap in
the sky opened and a light came in. Mark could barely look up to see
two faces looking down at him. “My thingy.”
Mark
felt a warm chill flow through him at those words. Any doubt he had
about what the boy meant vanished as he could already make out the
shape of the boy’s shorts and underwear above him. The giantess
peering in could only snicker and laugh at Mark’s situation. “You
did?! Oh my goodness,” the giantess nearly cackled. “Well,
everyone starts somewhere, I guess his place is now down there. Good
job Max.”
“Um…
what was his name,” Max asked, still looking at Mark.
“He’s
a part of you,” she said, “Which means you can name him anything
you want.”
“Re-really?”
The boy spoke, sounding a little happy. As if he now had a pet or
something. “How about… Mr. P?”
Mark
was horrified at the childish name, but it seemed he was the only
one, as the Giantess stepped out of view laughing, “What a fitting
name! Mr P, I couldn’t have thought of a better name myself. So
Max, do you think you got the hang of it now?”
Suddenly
the snapping of the waistbands cut Mark off from light as the boy
spoke, “I think so… but before we continue,” he started to
shift around, causing Mark to rub around the walls pushing into him.
“I need to use the bathroom.” It finally dawned on Mark why Max
might have picked this form for him. It was because he had to use the
toilet to begin with, which meant this was why he was turned into
Max’s...
“Oh
Jesus,” Mark screamed knowing what he was and what that meant, this
couldn’t possibly be good. His words met deaf ears as Mark felt
himself moving, along with the large boy walking somewhere. He was
heading off to a destination, presumably the bathroom like he needed,
with Mark screaming for him to stop. There was the sound of a door
shutting and a little more movement before it all stopped and grew
silent. It was quiet for a moment and then just like before light
from above came in. However it was different this time, the shorts
and underwear weren't just pried open, they were pulled down. Soon
Mark was exposed to the world, and his fears became a reality as he
was looking down at a large white toilet. Mark felt his body dropping
down toward the floor, only to be suspended by a tether of some sort.
His body unable to drop away from Max even if he wanted to, he was
attached in a way he desperately didn’t want to think about. Even
if Mark didn’t want to be here, he had no way to escape as he
waited for Max to do his thing.
Mark
felt the boy move one hand toward him and start to direct his head
toward the toilet bowl. The fingers of the young boy were enormous
compared to his new form. He was cradled and held in the hand as he
was aimed toward the water down below. Mark felt a swell of panic as
he wondered what was gonna happen to him, what this experience would
feel like.
“Okay
Mr,” Max announced, still positioning himself and Mark toward the
toilet, “I guess it’s…” Max let out a snicker just before
saying, “Pee pee time!”
Mark
would have complained at the childish joke but as soon as Max said
it, Mark could feel it. A feeling rushing up his body. It was fast,
almost as if he had to throw up after a bad drink. A surge of hot
liquid lurched up from Mark’s bowels. It was just a moment that
Mark felt it about to explode from his lips, and in an instant he
tried to hold it back in his mouth. Yet it stopped at his very lips
as he kept them shut as hard as he could. That split second of
resistance gave Mark hope, that it wouldn’t-
The
pressure increased drastically and a torrent of hot piss blew out of
Mark’s mouth. He felt his face expand to an insane open gap, as
gallons of hot yellow urine bellowed out of his poor mouth. Every
drop of pee could be tasted in Mark’s mouth as Max urinated into
the toilet, spraying out of poor Mark’s body. The boy let out a
relaxing sigh as he held Mark in his hand and corrected any angle he
needed to, to direct the flow into the water below. Mark felt like
one of those hydro-power plants as the surge of yellow water roared
out of his stretched mouth. The sensation of the bitter bile blasting
out of his bewildered mouth was more than he could take. Mark was
gurgling on the gallons gushing out, that was if anyone could hear
him in his new form. It didn’t seem like Max could or maybe he
didn’t care, because he continued to move Mark’s body around,
redirecting the pee from the water to the porcelain siding and then
back. He seemed to be enjoying this more than Mark was, as he could
feel his body bending and turning all the while trying to stay
straight from the enormous water pressure shooting out of the only
opening available, which was his mouth.
Mark
could only wonder how much the boy had to pee as the current of
colored liquid continued to crash down below. It went on forever, as
it felt like Max had drunk an entire ocean of fluids just to continue
to still be pissing. Mark didn’t know when it happened but
eventually the pressure lessened and soon the torrent became a stream
and soon a dribble. Mark’s mouth slowly closed as less water
pressure was pushing out of him. Mark could taste and feel the stray
droplets of pee that hadn’t made its way out just yet, still
sitting on his tongue inside him.
“That
wasn’t so bad,” Max replied, still standing in front of the
toilet looking down at Mark and the bright yellow toilet water left
from his pissing. “Okay, Mr. P, I should hurry up and get back to
Gabie. I want to use some more magic before bed.”
Mark
didn’t reply. There was nothing to say at this point. He was just a
thing.
Suddenly
Mark felt himself starting to be violently shaken around as Max
started to shake the last drops of urine still hanging on or inside
Mark. He was threshed around and could feel the force of the moment
dragging the last few stray drops of pee out of his mouth. Mark
couldn’t see it from all the whiplash he was getting but he could
hear the plink of the very last drop of pee. Max proceeded to shake
and stroke the completely empty Mark till he felt like he was finally
satisfied.
As
Mark was recovering he could hear Max still talking, “Until next
time,” He laughed as he pulled his pants up, “Which will probably
be in the morning, you know, when I need to pee again. See you
later,” The boy cheerfully laughed as he pushed Mark into his
underwear, shoving him into the dark depths. Pushed up against the
clothing, Mark couldn’t do anything but remain there with the awful
aftertaste of the boy’s piss still on his lips. It seemed that not
all of his pee was wrung out of him. There was just enough to leave
Mark with a mouthful of urine and the disgusting reminder of what he
would get to look forward to in the morning…
By
the time Max returned, Gabie was getting ready to put a very sleepy
Mikey to bed. The child was still sucking on his new pacifier but it
was easy to tell he was getting tuckered out the longer the night
went on. Gabie decided it was time to put Mikey down. “I think it’s
time to put your brother down,” Gabie told Max as she headed to the
boys bedroom. Max followed after Gabie holding the box of people.
“Can
I try another one,” Max asked looking at the last two left for him
to hone his newly found magic powers.
“Sure,”
Gabie quietly responded, not wanting to wake the baby. “What are
you going to make next?”
Max
slowly frowned as he tried to think of something. He didn’t really
know anything he wanted or needed. Sure he could try and make a new
game controller, but he wasn’t so sure he could do that himself.
“uh…” Max muttered as he continued to follow Gabie into Mikey’s
room. It wasn’t till he noticed the crib. It was the same one that
Max had when he was a baby, and although it wasn’t in horrible
condition, it could have seen better days. Then it dawned on Max,
“What about a new crib?”
“For
Mikey,” Gabie asked, pausing, putting the child into the crib.
Max
nodded and went on, “That’s my old bed, and I could try and
practice by making a better bed for Mikey. That way he wont wake up
as often at night.”
Gabie
smiled, “Oh, how thoughtful of you. What a nice big brother Mikey
has. Okay… do you need help?”
Max
shook his head as he picked up a very frightened and protesting woman
in his hand. “I want to try to do it myself…” Max smiled before
closing his eyes and focused his new powers on making a better bed
for his brother.
Brenda
didn’t know what the two freaks were saying. She was too busy
trying to climb out of the box, but with the giant boy moving, she
couldn’t get a grip on the box siding. By the time she realized
someone was gonna be next, it was too late for her as the large boy’s
fingers picked her up easily. Brenda felt the fist tighten on her as
he smiled at her. Not a cruel look, it almost seemed friendly, if it
weren’t for the situation.
Not
knowing what was gonna happen to her, Brenda tried to struggle in the
firm hold, yet it was pointless. As the boy closed his eyes, Brenda
feared that she would be crushed or something cruel as the others
were nowhere near to be found. However the pressure didn’t change,
it was still bearing on her, but not breaking her body. A few moments
went by and Brenda was about to ask what was happening when she felt
her body feel weird and suddenly she wasn’t in the boys’ grip.
She was now looking up. Her arms and legs pointing upward toward the
ceiling as she laid on her back. It was odd and discomforting, but
she was out of the crazy child’s hand. Brenda tried to get up off
the ground, but found her limbs refusing to budge as they stuck up in
the air, like someone was hanging her from the ceiling with her
limbs. She felt so stiff. What happened to her?
“I
did it,” Came a familiar voice and suddenly the boy that was
holding her came into view peering down at her. He wasn’t as large
as before, but still bigger than Brenda was right now. “Look Gabie,
I did it all on my own,” the pure excitement and joy in the boy’s
voice betrayed how Brenda was feeling.
“Did
what… what did you do,” Brenda asked nervously as she tried to
look around, but found she couldn’t move her face. She was stuck
looking up at the ceiling and… what was that? It looked like a
plastic crane hanging out of reach with some toys slowly spinning
around in the air. One of those things that you would put over a
baby’s crib or whatever. So why was it hanging over her?
Soon
Brenda watched as the other giant walked into view. The last woman
Brenda saw before she was put in that fucking box. Sure enough the
smiling woman came over to examine Brenda, “Oh my this is very
nice. I’m sure Mikey’s gonna love his new crib. Speaking of, I
think it’s time to put the little one down.”
Brenda
felt the dots connect at what the woman had said. If it wasn’t
clear to Brenda before, but it was when the woman came back with the
child in her arms and started to lay him down toward Brenda’s face.
Or not near, but on her. Brenda tried to roll or move out of the way,
but it seemed impossible as the child was gently placed on Brenda’s
face. She could feel the weight of the child slowly pressing down on
her as the woman gently released her hold on the child and let more
of it’s weight push into Brenda. The child was surprisingly almost
as large as Brenda’s entire face as he slowly mushed and stretched
Brenda’s face out, as she supported the large child’s weight. It
almost felt like someone was sitting on her face as the weight bared
down on her.
“Mmmmmm!”
Brenda muttered out the best she could as the child lay splayed out
on her. She could feel every centimeter of her face doing it’s best
not to rip from the extra weight. It was killing her as she did her
best not to tear from the weight of the slumbering baby.
“Night
night, Mikey,” The boy whispered. “Sleep tight.”
“He
does seem to like the new crib,” The woman spoke as she and the boy
started to leave Brenda alone with the baby on her face.
Brenda
tried to call for help, however the baby on her face slowly rolled
over in his sleep. His sleeping arm swung out and hit her where her
right eye was, giving her what felt like a bruised eye. A foot kicked
out, catching her chin or lip? Brenda couldn’t tell what was what
on her face but she could tell that even the softest movements the
child did only brought her pain and discomfort. How long would she be
left like this?
Brenda
couldn’t help but wonder how many hours she would be forced to hold
this child. Her mind never even considered how long the baby would
need a crib. It wasn’t till the first few nights of complete agony
of baring the growing child, that it slowly dawned on her that she
was stuck like this. Forced to hold a sleeping child on her face for
many nights. Some weren’t as bad as others. However there were
times when Mikey had to use the bathroom in his sleep. Those were the
worst nights for Brenda. Enduring the smell and scent from the dirty
diaper for hours and hours till someone came to check up on the baby.
Brenda could only cough and gag throughout those nights.
Finally
after years and years, Brenda was overjoyed to learn the child had
grown old enough to sleep in a proper bed. Soon Brenda’s torment
was over, or so she thought. Once the family no longer needed the
baby bed, she was given away to another family. One that had just
given birth to a new child. A baby in need of a crib. Brenda was
forced to experience that child’s growth for many more years to
come….
Max
was still so happy that he was fully understanding how to use magic.
At first it was weird and confusing but after the last attempt he now
fully felt like he was getting the hang of things. Looking down at
the box with just one more tiny person left. Gabie peered over Max’s
shoulder as she looked at the last one.
“Oh?
He’s the last one?” Gabie spoke with a little distaste in her
voice
“Yeah,
so why is he in the box,” Max asked kind of curiously on how Gabie
spoke a moment ago.
It
was the driver from before. Gabie started to explain, “Oh he was
just being a very-” she stopped herself from saying shitty driver.
A curse word that Max probably shouldn’t hear at his age, “Poopy
driver.” Gabie substituted the more appropriate word for the person
that couldn’t drive with a damn.
Max
snickered, “Eww, poopy?” Max laughed looking back at the very
terrified man cowering from them.
“Yeah,
he was a very stinky driver today. Isn’t that right,” Gabie
asked, leaning in trying not to be too loud to wake the sleeping
Mikey.
“Stinky,”
Max repeated and then it clicked with him. Maybe it was the room they
were in or just the conversation, but finally Max knew what he was
gonna do with the poopy man.
As
Gabie was grinning she watched the man vanish and Max smiling with
pride. “Oh? What did you do?” Gabie was curious what the boy
turned the man into. Max continued to smile and look at Gabie before
he turned his head and eyes toward a small stack of diapers on the
changing dresser. Gabie had to cover her mouth from busting out
laughing at the fate of the poor man. “Ooooh, oh that is hilarious.
Look at you, my pupil, already mastering his magic and sense of
humor.” Gabie continued to smile as she left the bedroom. “Well
there’s still time tonight before bed. Let’s watch a movie and
eat some popcorn,” Gabie told Max.
Max
followed after his babysitter, happy at the compliment she gave him.
“Can I pick the movie?”
Gabie
nodded, “Of course.”
Ryan
one second was looking at those two horrible monstrous giants looking
down at him, only to suddenly have them vanish and be left in the
dark. He couldn’t see or move as he lay there listening to the two
whispering giants before they vanished. Ryan was stuck in the child’s
room unable to escape, only to lay there waiting for whatever to
happen. All that Ryan was able to do was listen. The empty sound of
the room followed by a sleeping child was all that filled the air.
The occasional sound of something going on deeper in the house
drifted to Ryan’s ears but by the time it reached his hearing it
was just muffled or worthless noises.
Minutes
went by. Soon those passing minutes turned to hours and Ryan was
exhausted being stuck there unable to contemplate what was going on
with him. Sadly Ryan’s worries were worthless as no one told him
what was going on. He was forced to piece things together on his own.
Something he just couldn’t figure out all night. After a long
grueling night of constant screaming and speculative thoughts, Ryan
noticed the room starting to brighten. It seemed to be morning and
the sun was trying to force it’s way through the covered window.
The
brighter the room got the more string he heard in the room. It seemed
that the child wasn’t sleeping anymore. There was some shuffling
and moving and before long Ryan heard a cry. It was a soft whimpering
and sobbing, but the longer it went unanswered the louder it grew.
Finally the child choirs of the child’s cry filled the room making
Ryan want to cover his ears. The baby continued to cry and cry, which
was soon followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. Ryan assumed
it was the woman from before, however the sound of a new voice filled
the room.
“Awww,
someone is cranky this morning,” Cooed a new voice. A slightly
older female voice as footsteps came into the room. Ryan couldn’t
see who the new person was but he could clearly hear them coming in
to take care of the whining child. There was more movement and the
young child started to calm down. “Did someone make a messy,” The
voice asked with no response. A few moments later her question was
answered, “Oh, it’s just a little wet. Okay okay, let’s get you
changed and dressed for the day.”
Ryan
couldn’t see anything while the woman continued to move around in
the bedroom. However, it wasn’t till the sound of the stranger
approaching closer did Ryan figure they were heading in his
direction. Sure enough, Ryan was greeted by a new face. A woman that
looked slightly familiar to the boy from last night. Ryan could only
assume this was his mother. She was holding an upset baby in her
hands as she approached. “Let’s get this diaper off,” She spoke
to the child in her arms. Ryan watched as she put the baby down
nearby Ryan and was soon put out of view again. The sound of a diaper
being removed and a bin opening could be heard, before being followed
by the sound of something falling into a trash bag. Ryan continued to
listen and wonder why the large woman and child were so close to him.
“Here
comes a fresh clean diaper,” The woman announced in a cheerful
voice.
Ryan
was still confused about his location, that was till two large
objects touched him. He could feel each digit of the mother’s hands
as she picked him up. Shocked and baffled at what was going on, Ryan
was stunned for a moment. It was long enough for Ryan to understand
what was going on. His vision turned and opened up revealing where he
was going. Everything seemed to slowly line up as he watched the bare
bottom of the boy’s backside approaching his face. Sure enough,
Ryan realized he was the clean diaper that was being attached to the
child.
“No..NO!
NOO!” Ryan yelled, struggling to break out of the grip that the
mother had on him, but it did nothing as he came in quicker than
expected. Ryan was soon pushed and pressed into the fleshy bottom of
Mikey. He could feel his arms quickly being latched to his legs
around the child’s large thighs. Everything grew dark and stuffy as
Ryan was shoved up against the child’s butt. Soon Ryan was locked
tightly away from the outside world. His muffled cries clearly went
unheard as the mom slowly picked up the child and Ryan together.
“There,
all changed. Happy now?” Ryan could only scream out his answer of
disapproval that went unnoticed. “Let's get you some breakfast,”
The mother cheered carrying Ryan along with her child out of the
bedroom.
Ryan
hated every second he was pushed into that soft squishy skin. The
warm radiant heat rubbed off on his face. There wasn’t any room for
air to circulate properly for Ryan to not feel trapped and cramped in
the tiny environment of hell. Ryan coughed and groaned as he could
feel every movement Mikey made. Every shift his legs moved rubbed
into Ryan’s sides and forced a wrinkle or two across his stretched
face. He was forced to endure it, however the worst part came when
Mikey was sat down in his chair. Any microscopic space Ryan had from
the fleshy bottom of the boy vanished as it was pushed and mashed
into his face. Ryan gagged at the butt touching his face once again.
This time instead of gently touching, it was pressing down in a
crushing way. Anytime Mikey moved it felt like his butt was trying to
grind or sand out Ryan’s face as it smeared and rubbed together
with the fabric.
The
outside world was a mystery to Ryan as he was forced to endure and
focus on the super ton weighing monster sitting on him. He was only
aware of some muffled noises of people talking but no words or
meaningful sounds reached him. Only the sounds of a butt shifting and
twisting into Ryan’s new crinkly form was all he fully heard.
Ryan’s face was being twisted and rearranged in a weird expression
as Mikey continued to sit on him.
A
male voice was heard as Ryan finally felt the pressure coming off his
sore and abused face, “How’s my little man doing this morning?”
Ryan could only figure it was the father of the child.
“He
was a little cranky this morning. Wet his diaper but that was all.”
Ryan heard the mother explain.
The
male voice laughed before a deep childish voice left the father, “Did
my little champ not go potty yet?”
Never
before had Ryan felt any kind of dread as powerful as when he heard
the word “potty”.
“No
no no… no,” Ryan panted feeling his fear grow at the thought.
“Gabie
said he didn’t go last night,” The motherly voice spoke somewhere
nearby, “I’m sure it won't be too long before Mikey will need
another diaper change.”
The
calm and relaxed voice the parents were using betrayed the horror and
disgust rushing through Ryan’s body as he realized what they were
saying. Ryan was attached to what could only be considered a ticking
time bomb. However the truly frightening thing was that the countdown
was a mystery to everyone, except the child Ryan was attached to.
Only the baby knew when it would be time for the dirty bomb to be
dropped.
Ryan
felt his face getting shoved into Mikey’s backside yet again as he
was being pushed into it. Someone was holding the child by the bottom
or setting him down by the butt. Whatever the cause of it, Ryan found
himself snuggled closer to that foul area that he desperately wanted
to escape from. Especially after the little mention of future events
to unfold soon.
“Why
don’t you go put Mikey in the play pin so you can wake up Max.
Breakfast is about finished,” The mother spoke.
There
was some movement and Ryan felt the pressure lessen once again and
now he was separated from the fleshy butt of the child. Soon Ryan
could only assume he and Mikey were placed in a play pin, as the rest
of the family got ready for the day. Ryan could feel Mikey standing
up on his legs slowly walking, shifting him around as he did whatever
a child would do. It was all just meaningless to Ryan as he did his
best to rip himself away from the toddler. However his limbs were
stuck fast and it seemed no one could hear his cries for help.
Just
as Ryan was gonna give up, he felt Mikey shift and pause mid walk. It
was like the child froze. Ryan was confused by the sudden lack in
movement, that was till he felt the legs he was grabbing on starting
to bend. The child started to squat, and lower its butt down. Ryan
was so lost at the sudden action that it didn’t occur to him what
was happening. It wasn’t till the smell meet him that the clock on
the time bomb above him had reached zero. It was now that time…
Ryan
roared in anger and disgust as the smell grew stronger and more
horrendous until he felt something push into his face with a very wet
and slick feel. The taste was nauseating as it assaulted his nose and
mouth that seemed to be the fabric in the diaper. Ryan gagged on the
unholy abomination of absolute filth. The growing size and weight
building as it swelled outward and into a pocket that could only be
called Ryan’s mouth. The mass, amassing at the slowly forming pouch
at the bottom of the diaper. Ryan’s taste-buds sampled everything
that was so vile and horrendous as the funky filth pushed into his
mouth. Unable to escape the piling pounds of poop pressed into him,
Ryan could only shudder and accept his fate. Minutes ticked by as
more waste wound up onto his face. The substance being different
phases of matter.
Thinking
he was about to tear and rip into two, Ryan felt the muck slowly
build up on his face. Mikey had stopped expelling his remnants of his
past meals all over him. Now Ryan was left there holding the
disgusting dooty until someone noticed.
“Uh
oh, is that what I think it is,” The mother’s voice called out
from a far, “Did Mikey go poopy? I think he did…”
Ryan
couldn’t make a noise even if he wanted to with what he was holding
right now on his face. However, someone replied for him, “Oh, oh
yeah mom, Mikey made a mess.” The sound of the boy who did this to
Ryan was closer than the other voices. “I’ll take care of it.”
Ryan
could hear the shock in the mother’s voice, “Really? Well, look
at you. Being such a good older brother. I’ll make sure to put some
extra chocolate chips in your pancakes.”
“Thanks
mom,” Max spoke before he approached Mikey.
Ryan
could feel both him and Mikey being lifted up off the ground. Soon
they were carried off, Ryan felt his back touch the surface of
something. He finally realized it was the changing table, just as he
felt his arms and legs starting to get separated. Suddenly a fresh
wave of air hit Ryan as he was freed, or as free as he could be with
a mound of muddy muck still on him.
“Oh
jeez, Mikey what did you eat,” Coughed Max as he pulled back for a
moment before grabbing at one of Ryan’s limbs. “Jeez… well, I
guess it’s fitting for such a poopy person.” Ryan could barely
see past the mess on top of him to see the boy holding him. Soon Ryan
felt himself being folded up and encased in the leftovers. Max went
on, “I should turn you into the next diaper,” Max thought about
it.
Ryan
would give anything to be used again, as long as he wasn’t tossed
away for good!
“But
that seems kind of mean…” Max explained, sounding like he thought
it over. “I think you learned your lesson.” Max spoke sounding
like he made up his mind. “So I’ll let you go.”
Ryan
felt his words muffle into the mouthful of muck, “Let me go?” He
was turning back to normal? He was gonna be let go of, to have his
freedom back-
Every
thought vanished from Ryan’s mind as he felt himself starting to
fall as he was let go. Ryan fell for a few moments before colliding
with something soft and crinkly. The smell coming up from underneath
him was so rancid it made the smells in his mouth and on his face
seem tame to this scent. Ryan only had to take one guess as to where
he was. He was now in the trash can, or diaper pail to be exact.
The
sound of the lid slowly closing and leaving Ryan to his dirty fate
etched its horrible squeaking sound into his pleading and screaming
head. He was choking and retching on his words, tasting them as he
called out to Max. Begging to be turned into a fresh diaper, or
anything to get out of this hellhole. The last words Ryan heard
before the roof to his new home shut was Max telling him, “Trash
men are coming Friday…”
Finally
the sound of the lid closing shut, sealed Ryan and the rest of the
ruined diapers from the outside world. Only to be set loose on
Friday, when they would be thrown away with the rest of the garbage.
Max
couldn’t help but smile at Bryan, his school bully who corned him.
Bryan was over two years older than him and definitely had the upper
hand in size.
“What
are you smiling at,” Bryan barked, feeling a little nervous at how
calm Max was right now.
“You…”
Max announced to his bully who had him “cornered” behind one of
the gym sheds during recess.
“Shut
up, freak,” Bryan almost shouted, just soft enough that a teacher
wouldn’t hear him. “It only makes me want to punch your stupid
face.” Bryan told Max trying to frighten the cocky boy. However it
only made him smile harder at him. Almost as if Bryan was a joke.
“STOP SMILING!” Bryan demanded taking a step closer to Max.
Max
didn’t stop smiling, if anything he was grinning wider now. “You
sound like a BAD person. A really really bad person right now. Do you
know what happens to bad people,” Max asked, never losing his cocky
grin.
Bryan
didn’t respond as he took two more steps closer to Max, ready to
slug him. However just as he moved his hand to hit him, everything
vanished and Bryan was pinched into a tight confined space. He was
pushed into a hot and smelly chamber, pitch black with no light.
Suddenly a rumbling was heard as Bryan heard a familiar voice. It was
Max.
“Bad
people get punished,” Said the deeper and louder voice. “Bryan,
you’ve been a butt head all year long. So, I think it’s time you
learn how much of a butt you can be.”
Bryan
was panting now as he realized something was horribly wrong. He felt
like his body was so compressed and squished that he felt like
someone might be balling him up into a ball. Bryan tried to move from
his warm and steamy world but it wasn’t happening. He was stuck and
-
Bryan
felt a sickening bubble grow in his gut, a ball of pure hot gas
rolling up his stomach and through his throat and out his…
Bryan
felt his face explode and expand to a god like size as a hot blast of
gas blew out of his over stretched lips. The stench of rotten rancid
eggs hit Bryan’s poor noise as the stinky smell of what could only
be described as a horrible fart filled his sense of smell.
Bryan’s
confusion was replaced by Max laughing, “Excuse me, been holding
that in since first period. I hope you enjoyed it, cause there are
plenty more where that came from.” The sound of a bell in the
distance ringing caused Max to start walking. Rubbing grimy fleshy
walls into Bryan’s poor face as he walked, “Don’t worry,” Max
spoke, sounding happy, “There’s only a few more classes left
before it’s time to go home. That should be plenty of time to get
used to being my butt right?”
Any
bravo Bryan had or was trying to keep up was shattered at those
words. He was Max’s butt? What did that even mean? How was that
even possible?
Max
went on as he walked, “Mom made some cabbage last night so I might
be a little...” Bryan felt it before Max could finish as another
torrent of toots came crashing out of his mouth ripping from his new
form.
Max
laughed as he walked faster, feeling the fart escape his newly formed
anus. He smiled as he headed back to class knowing that he had many
more farts to blow out of Bryan. He hurried a little faster to his
class feeling better that his school bully was now nothing more than
his butt-hole. That and his gut felt a little less bloated from the
few farts he pushed out since this morning.
Max
was so happy he knew how to use magic...