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...