Erika's New Perfume
The high-pitched bell of Strington Junior High began it's final ring of the day and the students began to file out toward the various exits. Among these students was the eleven-year-old sixth-grade-student Erika Swanson. She was a little on the skinny side with short black hair.
Erika had been homeschooled all thoughout grade-school, and had only just entered into the local public middle school. Her mother had explained that things would be hard to get used to at first. She was right, of course. Things were strange in school. She had no friends that went to Strington Junior, so she was always sitting alone. And the other girls kept bothering her. Bothering her about what music she listened to, how she dressed, about what boys she liked, how.... small.... she was.
As she turned down the street to walk home, she began to think about how annoying it was. About how they all just wouldn't stop bothering them. She passed an alley between a Barnes and Nobles and a Quick Stop Grocery.
"You there. Girl."
She turned. There was a figure just within the alley. Although the day was overcast it was still fairly bright, yet he seemed covered in shadow. He must've been about eight feet tall and by the look of his silouhette had no hair. His voice sounded strangely cold.
Erika approached cautiously. She wasn't about to become one of those girls you hear about on the news who vanishes for monthes then turns up a mutiliated corpse.
"What is it?"
"That is what I am trying to learn," said the man.
"At the moment my will is irrelevant," He said, raising a hand. "Would you like to stop the other girls from laughing at you?"
Erika blinked, taking a step back, "Are... are you the devil or something?"
"'Cause I've heard of this," she said. "You offer me anything I want and I give you my soul, right?"
"Believe me," answered the man in a voice of dismissal, "I have far greater things on my mind then the acquitition of little girls' souls."
"So..." Erika peered into the alley, hoping to see the man's face. "Are you a genie?"
"You are wise to be cautious of a stranger who offers you anything you desire, but Djinn are not as easy to meet as this. If so, I would have settled this years ago."
"Something which is none of your concern at the moment." The man's voice stayed firm, cold, and business-like. "I am offering you something to put an end to your loneliness and life as an outcast."
Erika looked up and down the sidewalk she was on, "You're not gonna kill me are you?"
"Well... I guess..."
The man held out his hand, which was large and covered in a thick black glove. In the palm was a small perfume bottle, filled with a milky white liquid.
"With this," said the man, "You will put an end to it, and find someone important to you."
She blinked, looking scared and apprihensive, "What's the catch?"
"I will ask you for a favor one day."
There was a pause, as Erika waited for something more.
She eyed the dark man, "I'm not gonna hafta kill someone, am I?"
"It's not something illegal, is it?"
"Not on this planet."
Erika blinked, then smiled looking somewhat amazed, "You're from another planet?"
"But then how can you speak English?"
"Every civilization in the universe speaks the English language, save for certain ones on Earth. Don't tell anyone."
Erika blinked. That seemed like a rather unusual peice of information. And the fact that what he would one day ask her for a favor that was illegal to some alien race wasn't too encouraging. But the dark man broke the silence.
"Will you take it?"
She thought for a moment. There would be no harm in it. This was probably just a big joke, anyway. This guy was a little weird, but what the heck? He was giving her free perfume.
She reached out and carefully took the bottle. He opened his now-empty hand, indicating that he wanted a shake.
"Are we agreed, then?"
"I think so, yeah." She shook his hand, which was much bigger then her own. It felt rough and jagged under the glove.
For a moment, she thought she saw a glint of red in one of his eyes.
"And can never be undone."
He turned and began to walk back down the alley. Erika put the perfume in her bag and began to walk home. There was a sudden, Earth-shattering Boom coming from the Quick-Stop causing her to turn. The buildings looked fine. This, combined with the red color in that man's eyes and the texture of that guy's skin made her feel uneasy and she quickened her pace.
She arrived finally arrived home, turning to see her three-year-old sister Sarah on the floor watching TV. Sarah had wispy blonde hair back in a ponytail.
"Hi, Erika!" she said turning.
"Hey, kiddo." Erika smiled in her direction. "Whatcha watchin'?"
"Gotcha." Erika moved past her toward the stairs. "I'm going to my room if anybody needs me, okay?"
Erika headed into the upstairs hall, and went past her older sister Marie's room. The door was open and loud music was blaring out as usual. She sighed and opened the door to her own room nextdoor. She tossed her bag onto the floor before lying down on the bed and sighing. Eight hours a day, five days a week. She'd go to that school and suffer the taunts and jeers of all those other kids. It was like a daily torture.
Her eyes caught the bag on the floor. In the tiny opening she could see the white liquid filling the perfume bottle. It glowed in the shadows of her bag. Getting on the floor, she pulled it out and stood up next to the full-body mirror on her closet door.
He'd given it to her. Might as well try it. It said it would help her find who was important to her, and stop the teasing of numberous girls. She turned to see her reflection in the mirror. She lowered the spray over her butt and gave a little poof. The back of her skirt became slightly damp and the perfume gave off a very strong smell of peaches. The mist tickled her nose and she giggled.
She wondered for a moment if this did anything, but her question was quickly answered.
A pain went off in her stomach not ten seconds after she sprayed her bottom. It subsided quickly, but was followed by something far worse. In an instant, her panties became filled with her waste as it splarted out of her butt. She looked into the mirror again not sure if that had just happened. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes.
Does it ever seem like whenever something horribly embarrassing happens to you, your mother walks in? Without knocking her mother, a tall brown-haired woman named Veronica strolled right in.
"Erika, I wanted to see if you needed-" Her mother paused in the middle of opening the door, and smiled warmly. "Well, I guess you do. I can smell it."
"Mom!" Erika backed away, pulling her skirt down a little. "I really want to be alone right now!"
"All right, all right," she replied with slight irratation. "I'll just change you then leave you alone, kay?"
'Change me?' Before Erika could comtemplate this, her mother shamelessly strolled toward her dresser and opened her underwear drawer.
"I heard you, Erika." sighed her mother. "I'll hurry up about this."
Veronica walked to a corner of the room where a thick white mat had been laid down. There was a little white bottle on one side next to a trash can. The trash can had always been there but the mat... Erika's eye caught what her mom had pulled from her underwear drawer. It was white and looked like... plastic...
Veronica was kneeling by the mat now, looking impatient. "Well, c'mon. Sooner we do this, the sooner I can leave."
At a loss of anything else to do, Erika walked over. Her mother signalled for her to lie down. Once she was on her back in front of her, her mother lifted her skirt to see her soiled panties.
She slid them off her legs in one smooth motion, and waving them in front of her. Erika turned bright red and pulled her skirt down.
"Young lady, where did you get these?" she asked, looking at the panties. "Did your sister give them to you?"
Erika blinked, "What..."
"I'll buy you big-girl pants once you're able to use the potty," she stated angrilly. "Using them before just makes messes I need to clean up. If I see you in these again, I'll tan your hide, understand?"
Erika blushed again. Her mother had spanked her before when she was younger. She nodded and her mother tossed the panties into the trash.
"That's right. Now, legs up."
Erika soon found her legs being lifted up and her mother wiping the remains of the mess off her bottom with what felt like a wet-wipe. She was already blushing a deep crimson color when her mother grabbed the bottle she'd noticed earlier. Veronica shook it, sending a white powder sprinkling onto her butt. It kinda tickled and circumstances aside, Erika giggled a little as she did it. Then her mother slid something soft under her butt and she felt something snug covering her crotch.
"There, all done. Now you can be alone."
Erika sat up and her mother exited, closing the door behind her. She looked under her skirt. It was a diaper. Her mother had put a diaper on her. Standing up, she walked toward her mirror. It was thick and plastic, making her hips and butt seem a little rounded. She put her hands on her butt and pushed down on it. It seemed very cushiony and it was forcing her legs apart a tiny bit. What's more, it peeked out from the very bottom of her skirt. What was even more disturbing was that her mother did it. Erika dashed toward her dresser and opened her underwear drawer.
It was filled with diapers. All the same size, big enough to fit her. Maybe that perfume had made it so that she was never potty-trained. She needed a test.
Heading out into the hall, she strolled over to her sister's room. The door was still ajar and pop music was blaring loudly.
"Marie?" Erika asked, in a shy voice. For a moment it seemed she couldn't hear her over the radio, but in another instant she had shut off the music and turned to her as though she'd just interrupted something very important.
"Umm...." Erika wasn't exactly sure how to say this. "Does my diaper look different to you?"
Marie eyed the plastic garmet peeking from under her skirt, "Same plastic crap-catcher as always. Why?"
"Oh, uh... so reason..."
Marie sighed irritated and turned the music back on. Erika headed back to her room.
She opened her school bag again. All the school books were the same, meaning she was still in sixth grade. She was just incontenent.
Still blushing, she turned to her reflection in the mirror and frowned. She could still see her diaper under her school-skirt. That wouldn't do at all. How was this supposed to stop kids from teasing her? If anything, it would just make teasing worse. She picked the bottle up off the floor and headed outside.
"Mom?" she called as she walked down the stairs. "I'm heading to the park, okay?"
"All right, dear," came Veronica's voice from the kitchen. "Be back in time for dinner."
Erika walked out the door and back in the direction of the Quickstop. She needed to find that shadowy guy and give back this perfume. Then get him to give her something that would make her stop wetting her pants. But when she got to the Quickstop, she ran up and down the alley to find nobody there.
Sighing, she walked back home and stopped at the park in between her house and the Quickstop. She walked up and down the dirt paths, wondering how she could meet that guy again, when she heard someone call her name.
"Oh, my god! Erika?"
She turned to see something that made her blood run cold. Heather Jones was moving over the grass with a sneering look on her face. Heather was a red-haired girl who was one of her most persistant bullies. She was head of the swim team, a position she often lorded over other students. That look she was giving wasn't making Erika feel that good. She could see Heather's seven-year-old sister playing over on the swings.
"Are you wearing a diaper?"
Erika suddenly blushed, realizing that in her haste to meet the man at Quickstop she didn't put on a longer skirt. She tugged her skirt down, hoping that would hide it.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Heather," she said coldly, turning her back to her.
But Heather then got behind her, lifting her skirt up and showing her pampered butt to the world. "Oh, god, you are! This is just too rich."
Erika turned and tugged her skirt out of Heather's grasp, but the girl went on, "Those're what my sister wears to bed. Do you wet your pants now, baby Erika?"
If her face were any redder, Erika could pass for a tomato, "I... I've got a medical condition."
"Yeah right," scoffed Heather. "I know you were under-developed already," (Erika crossed her arms, covering her flat chest) "but I at least thought you were potty trained. Tell me- When you're in choir, do they have to stop practice to change you if you get stinky?"
That was it. Erika looked at the bottle in her hand, which she was going to give to the guy at Quickstop. But she looked Marie, glaring.
"Let's see how you like it."
She let loose a puff into Heather's face, but as she did so, blinked. When she sprayed her butt, the perfume smelt like peaches. But now it gave off the scent of old motor oil. Heather bent over slightly, covering her mouth and giggling as the perfume tickled her nose. She turned up at Erika, scoffing. Emphasis on up.
"What was dat stuff?" she asked in a hauty, if not higher voice. "You stupid. You gots di-dees."
Erika blinked. Heather had shrunken into a three-year-old. Her clothes somehow still fit on her tiny frame, but...
"Umm... Heather? How old are you?"
Little Heather went into a cute if not irritating sneer. "Me big girl. Me this much." She held up all her fingers, but then blinked, trying to figure out how to hold up an eleventh finger to show her age.
So she still seemed to think she was a eleven, but her mind must've been effected at least a little.
"Heather?" Erika asked, backing away from the girl "I'm gonna go now... uh... see you at school."
Erika ran as fast as she could to a nearby bench, and heard Heather call after her ("You still big baby!"). But she soon found a little bench that she sat down on.
This was big. She had a spray that was able to make people either incontinent or three-years-old. What was she supposed to do with this. It was one thing to make herself a pampered kid, but what would Heather's parents say when she came home eight years younger? She felt her diaper under her butt on the bench, so cushioned that it felt like she was sitting on a small pillow. It reminded her she needed a way out of her own problem, too.
"Hey, uh... mind if I sit?"
She looked up. Tim was standing by the bench, looking at her.
Tim was a friend she knew in kindergarten, but in first grade he got transferred to a private school on the other end of town. But they were re-united at Strington Junior high, and Erika was surprised to find he had become really cute. He had short black hair and almost always seemed to be wearing red shirts. She found that he'd become a member of the art club of school. She was always scared to approach him because he was cute, so their encounters since their reunion had been limited to brief "hellos" in the halls.
"Oh... oh, sure!"
Tim sat down, and Erika looked down. She had her hands and the perfume in her lap, and it was obscuring the veiw of the diaper peeking out.
"I heard you got onto the school choir," said Tim.
"What? Oh, yeah." Erika blushed. She must look so stupid. "I'm not that good, but I like doing it."
"I'll have to come to the next concert."
Erika could just imagine herself seeing Tim in the audience and her voice cracking from nerves, "So you're in the art club?"
"Yeah," said Tim, looking up at the sky, "I've gotten pretty good at art. Of course last time we really spent time together all I could do was finger-paint."
Erika giggled. Tim sniffed the air, "What's that smell?"
Her blood suddenly ran cold. Did she soil herself again? In front of Tim?
Tim inhaled again, "It smells sorta like peaches."
Erika relaxed, "Oh, th-that's me. I got this new perfume. It makes me smell like... y'know... peaches."
"I like it." He turned to look at her, and she kept her blushing face on the ground, "It sorta suits you."
There was a sudden honking noise. Tim looked up at an older boy with long black hair in a motorcycle with a side-car.
"That's my brother," he said, standing up. "I gotta go. See ya, Erika."
"Oh, uh...." Erika was caught off gaurd by the sudden end to their meeting, but somewhat releaved she wouldn't make a fool of herself. "See ya, Tim."
Tim ran off, and Erika realized she was holding her breath. She let it out, slowly. Upon hearing a fuss on the path in front of her, she looked up. Little Heather was being dragged by the hand of her now-older sister. But she noticed a large wet spot down the legs of Heather's jeans, and she was yelling over the voice of her sister, struggling to get her wrist out of her grasp.
"How did you get your Pull-ups off without taking off your jeans? And why do you smell like motor oil?"
"Me no wear Pull-Ups! Me gots big-girl pants! Me big sistaw!"
"You should've come to me if you needed to go potty. Do you have any idea how angry mom is gonna be about this? She's gonna kill me!"
Erika blinked. It seemed like the world changed to fit whatever happened, but Erika seemed to recall the way things should be. So it wouldn't be any real harm to keep Heather like that. Maybe she'd grow up to be a little nicer this time. She looked at her watch. It was almost time for dinner. She got up and headed home.
She walked through the front door of her house a little later, still early for dinner. After telling mom she was back, she headed upstairs to do her homework. Putting the perfume absent-mindedly on a table in the upstairs hall, she walked into her room.
As Erika closed the door to her room, Marie opened her own.
At not hearing a reply, Marie frowned. She had a hot date tonight. Mark Tanner was taking her to the movies after dinner and she still hadn't chosen an outfit. She needed to borrow her mom's perfume if she was going to make an impression. Mark was the captain of the baseball team, and being his girlfriend could make her a shoe-in for the cheerleading squad, seeing as the squad leader was his twin sister.
She was about to just head downstairs for her mom's room anyway when she spotted a perfume bottle on the table between her and Erika's rooms. She grabbed it and headed back into her room. Mom wouldn't mind her using it a little bit.
Marie looked in the mirror again and decided this outfit wasn't going to cut it. She needed something that would show off her body more. As she stripped and looked into her closet, the perfume kept sticking out in the corner of her eye. It was so white and shiny, reflecting the light of her desk-lamp and making this aquatic shadow on the wall. She picked it up delicatly. Even if it didn't smell nice, it was certainly pleasing enough to the eye to keep around.
Suddenly there was a knocking on her door, followed by the sound of Erika's voice.
"Marie? Can you take me by the mall tomarrow? I... kinda need some new skirts."
"I'm not your personal chauffeur!" Marie yelled through the door. "Go ask mom!"
"She's working tomarrow."
"Well, too bad! I didn't get my liscence just to cart you around town!"
She heard Erika's door close and knew she'd done back to her room. Marie turned back to the perfume bottle. It twinkled in the glass. She rose it to her face and squeezed the puffer.
The perfume danced across her face, tickling her nose and misting her skin. But it smelt like... dirt. Like she was stuck in some deep, dank whole. She covered her face to rid of the smell but couldn't help laughing at the way it felt on her nose.
She suddenly keeled over. There was something wrong with her lower stomach. She really, really needed to go to the bathroom. And it was clear that she couldn't hold it for the life of her. She turned to the clothes disgarded on the floor and realized she had no time to dress. She barged through the door and down the hall past Erika and Sarah's rooms to the upstairs bathroom. Thankfully, nobody was inside and she was able to head straight for the toilet. She sat down on it immidiately, hearing her pooh fall into the bowl. That's when she heard noises from the hall.
"What's all this?" It was her mother's voice. "Marie! Did you leave your clothes all over the guest room?"
Marie felt sick. She felt ashamed of herself for sitting here naked on the toilet, bowels emptying themselves without her consent at all. She couldn't stop tears from running down her face and when she called to answer her mother, her voice shook.
"I'm in hewe!"
Wait, that wasn't her voice.
Her mother appeared in the doorway, looking at her.
"Lookit you, Marie," said Veronica, smiling. "You managed to get all the way up onto the big-girl potty. If you keep this up you'll be able to wear panties like Sarah."
Her mother moved toward her and helped her slide off the potty. But Marie was only knee-high to her. She backed away as Veronica moved to wipe her, tears still streaming down her face.
"What happened? Me big girl!"
"Of course you are, Marie," answered Veronica happily. She pulled the door into a hug to comfort her, "You're getting to be a really big girl."
Veronica stood up, her daughter still in her grasp, and looking over her mother's shoulder, Marie could see in the mirror. She was... three. She was like Sarah's age! She had been reduced to a tiny crying toddler carried on her mother's shoulders!
She began to kick her feet onto Veronica's huge chest, arms flailing.
"Marie, settle down!"
"NO! Me big girl! No baby! No baby!"
Veronica continued to carry the girl to her room. But it wasn't her room anymore. It was a plain, unpersonalized bedroom. Her clothes were still scattered on the floor, along with the bottle of perfume. But those weren't her clothes anymore... There were some training pants that her mother slid up her legs and a little black shirt with a pink skirt. She was dressed quickly and easily dispite the flailing of her weak, tiny limbs. She continued to scream until Veronica slapped her bottom through her Pull-ups.
"Listen, young lady- it's true you're getting to be a big girl, and that means you can't throw tantrums like this anymore. I'm glad your got to the potty on time, but I've gotten a little sick of you taking your clothes off and streaking around. That stops now, understand?"
Sniffling, Marie nodded.
Veronica picked Marie up and carried her past Erika's room to the one shared by Marie and Sarah. Put the pouting girl on the ground and left to put the finishing touches on dinner.
As Veronica walked down the stairs, Sarah walked up. Seeing Erika's door was closed, she moved to the door past it, the room she shared with her twin sister Marie.
Marie's still tear-stained eyes looked up at Sarah. She was as big as she was, but Marie remembered that Sarah had panties on under those jeans, not training pants. With a twinge of pleasure though, she reminded herself that Pull-ups were still a step up from Erika's garmets of diapers.
"Wanna play?" Inquired Sarah.
"Go away!" said Marie, hotly.
Sarah "Hmph"ed and walked off. She noticed the door to the guest room was ajar. There was something glittering on the carpet. She walked closer, seeing that it was one of mommy's perfume bottles. She picked it up, and as children often do, puffed some of the white substance onto her chest.
Inside her room, Erika set her pen down on her finished Spelling homework. She heard alot of noise outside her door a minute ago. Judging by the voices, it sounded like Sarah was raising a fuss over something. Even though Sarah didn't have tantrums like that very often.
She headed outside, planning to watch some TV before dinner, but as she closed the door to her room, someone popped her head out of Marie's room.
The girl walked out of the room fully. She was to be about Marie's age, but with blond whispy hair. She was dressed in faded blue jeans and a light blue shirt. But the only person who had hair like that in her family was...
"Yup." Sarah walked over to her, looking her in the eyes. "What's with that expression, kiddo?"
Kiddo. That was her little name for Sarah, but how did this happen? She spotted something glittery in her hand.
"That... that perfume!"
"Yeah, someone left it in my room," said Sarah, holding it up. "Smells alot like pine trees."
"It's mine," said Erika, still thrown for a loop at seeing her baby sister twice her height. "I mean I bought it..."
"Oh," Sarah handed it the bottle to her. "So did you still want me to drop you by the mall tomarrow?"
Erika blinked, recalling her need for longer skirts, "Oh, uh... sure. Right."
But suddenly there was a pattering noise behind them. Erika turned to see a tiny Marie heading toward them with an angry look in her eyes.
Marie jumped up, hands outstretched upward to get the bottle in Erika's hand.
"Gimme that bottle!"
Erika blinked, "Did... did you spray it on yourself too?"
"Whoa there, Cowgirl," Sarah picked up the formerly-eldest sister by the scruff of her shirt. "You shouldn't mess around with that stuff. You remember how mad mom was when you got into her make-up?"
Erika's brain was reeling. Her snotty, rude older sister was now her bratty, spoiled baby sister. And her cute, sweet baby sister was now her kind, considerate older sister. She could recall a time when Sarah (the little Sarah) had gotten into Mom's make-up and made a huge mess. Maybe they just switched events in their lives.
Marie suddenly pointed up at Sarah, "You baby! Put down!"
Sarah rose an eyebrow, "I'm a baby? I'm the only person in this hallway that's wearing real panties, little-miss-Pull-ups." She suddenly shook Marie by the scruff of her shirt. "Now you better settle down. Mom said she wasn't going to take any tantrums tonight."
The middle-sister blushed. Marie had training pants. That meant she had at least a slight degree of bladder control, which was more then she had. But her Marie continued to struggle and opened her mouth to speak when their mother's voice came from downstairs.
"Dinner's ready! Anybody who's eating better get down here!"
Marie stopped struggling, letting her limbs go limp in Sarah's grasp. The blonde lowered her onto the ground.
"Okay, let's go."
Sarah didn't seem to remember being three, surmized Erika. She was the only one besides their mother who seemed to think things were normal. But Marie did seem to remember being a teenager, which was why she wanted the perfume so bad. But they still didn't know why the perfume effected some people differently or how vast the effects of the perfume could be. She opened her door and tossed the perfume onto her bed before closing it.
"Hey!" Marie turned her head to see toward Erika as she closed the door. "You gimme bottle!"
Marie moved to run toward Erika, but had her wrist caught by Sarah.
"You heard mom, Cowgirl. It's dinner time."
Soon enough, the four ladies of the house were seated at the table. Marie was squirming in the booster seat that had once been Sarah's. This night was getting more humilating as it went on.
"So Sarah," inquired Veronica from over the biscuits. "Tell me about this Mark."
Marie's brain ceased all activity that wasn't related to one thought. Mark! She was supposed to be going out with him tonight! And now her formerly pint-sized sister was stealing away her chances of getting on the cheerleading squad?
"Well, he's a Junior," answered Sarah, looking blissfully into space, "He was so nice to me when I asked to go out with him. I mean, if you're a Freshman asking out a Junior or Senior, you're dead, but..."
The heads at the table turned to Marie in her highchair, which she was still struggling to get out of.
"Mawk's why boyfweind! You stay 'way!"
Veronica sighed, "Marie, you've never even met Mark. What's with you tonight?"
"Yeah, cowgirl," said Sarah, smiling encouragingly. "Once you get to pre-school the boys'll be falling all over each other to get to you."
Sarah was now completely treading on Marie's turf, and her calm grip on things only served to make Marie madder. She decided to keep her mouth shut for now, stewing angrilly in Sarah's, now her high-chair.
Following dinner, she was taken out of her chair and put on the floor. She walked into the living room. Erika was seated on the couch flipping through channels, still dressed in her school uniform, diaper, and socks. Marie pulled herself onto the couch before turning angrilly to her sister.
"I wanna watch TV!"
Erika blinked. Whenever Marie wanted something like the remote, she always asked for it before prying it forcefully out of her sister's hand. Of course, now she ill-adapted to do it. But looking at her like this, Erika couldn't bring herself to deny her something as simple as control of the television.
Marie pulled the remote out of Erika's grasp and worked to use it as it was now large and awkward. As she punched down numbers with her index fingers, she muttered so Erika could hear her, "Stupid diaper-baby."
Blood rushed into Erika's cheeks. She felt bad enough about her new... problem without being reminded that her three-year-old sister wore training pants.
"Hey, I'm older then you are, Marie!"
Marie smirked, eager to get some power over someone, "You still jus' big diaper baby."
Erika snatched back the remote and flipped back to her station, "Y'know, you've really turned into a brat, Marie."
"Hey!" Marie stood up. "Give it back!"
"What's with you two?"
Sarah walked in, looking at her sisters from behind the couch.
"You're usually really nice to Marie, kiddo. Why so cranky tonight?"
The eleven-year-old blushed, looking down, "She keeps bringing up my diapers."
Sarah shrugged, "You can't tell me that's getting to you now, Kiddo. She only makes it to the toilet half the time, anyway."
"Haf's betta then none!" Marie replied hotly.
Sarah moved in front of the couch, standing over her two seated sisters.
"Listen, something up with Marie tonight. She probably didn't get a nap earlier or something, but if you don't just give her the remote, she'll throw a tantrum and mom'll be all over her, and then we'll never hear the end of it." She brought her finger dramatically into Erika's face, "So relinquish control of the remote into our baby sister's hands for tonight or else you will feel the wrath of my great and terrible punishment!"
Erika blinked, "Great and terrible-"
Sarah suddenly seized one of Erika ankles which were hung over the edge of the couch and brought it up. Erika was pulled so her back was now against the seat of the sofa, her face looking up at the ceiling. Her diapered naval was suspended slightly, and in pain view as her skirt fell back to gravity. It was then that Sarah prepared her copyrighted super-ultra-mega tickle technique for use through the socks on Erika's foot.
The middle sister suddenly burst into laughter, kicking both her feet. One moved up and down, while the other remained in helplessly inside Sarah's death grip. Seizing the opportunity, Marie grabbed the forgotten remote and ran past Sarah to sit on the carpet and watch TV. All this while Erika was trapped, helpless against her now-big sister's laugh making ability.
"STOP!" she cried between sobs of laughter. "STOP! I GIVE!"
"I dunno." Erika could just barely hear Sarah's voice under her own giggles. "I seem to have you in my grasp." Sarah's smirk became more pronounced, "You cannot free yourself from my power, can you?"
"N-NO!" Erika's hysterical laughter made her barely able to form speech.
"Because you are helpless, yes?" Sarah continued, thinking back to her collection of Kung-Fu movies. "You are as helpless as the worm that fights the eagle?"
"YES! I'LL DO....."
Erika broke off, unable to speak.
Sarah had an a powerfull touch when it came to tickling. Her ability at it was second to none, and her victims laughed like they never did before. There were already tears of laughter heading down Erika's cheeks. Erika was Sarah's favorite victim. Alot of the people she tickled her hardest would lose bladder control and wet themselves, but since Erika was always diapered and had no bladder control to begin with, there was no worry about that. But it was cut short as the doorbell rang. Sarah let go of Erika's ankle, turning to the door. The girl's leg came down, as the middle-sister giggled still. Sarah headed straight to the door, opening it.
Sarah tossed open her arms, hugging him. She then grabbed his hand, pulling him inside.
"C'mon, I want you to meet my sisters."
Standing side-by-side, Erika and Marie had come toward the door to see Sarah's date. Marie was looking up at them both with an angry, pouting look on her face, but Erika had on her usual shy expression. Sarah had to say the sight was quite cute.
Mark had on his red letter jacket and his red cap, which Marie could see as he stepped into the light of the living room. One of the things she didn't like about him was that he had a sort of freaky Richie-Cunningham-goodness about him. Other girls found it cute, but she found it nerdy and disturbing. He would never gotten onto the Baseball team if he couldn't hit the way he did. But it was beginning to sink in to Marie that there wasn't much she could do about this.
"This is Marie," said Sarah, gesturing at the toddler.
Mark bent down to see her better. "Hey, there. I've gotta cousin about your age. You go to Star-rings Preschool?"
When Marie only glowered at Mark, Sarah waved her hand dismissingly, "She's a little cranky tonight." She moved to gesture to Erika. "This is Erika."
Erika blushed. She was still bad at meeting new people. "H-Hi."
"Hi." Mark held out his hand and Erika shook it. The jock then stood up and turned to Sarah, "So you ready for the movie?"
Sarah was kneeling in front of Marie, and pulled up her skirt. Looking at her training pants, she frowned. Then she reached over and slipped her hand under Erika's skirt and plunged two fingers down the front of her diaper (Erika's turned scarlet). The teen then stood up again.
"We'll go in a minute. I just got two soggy little sisters to take care of."
The girls in question could just blush.
One of my favourite stories!
Heheh... Thank you. ^^
you should write about what happened to heather between her regresion and her return to normal
If only that existed for real....
I love this story! I simply love diapered school girls! Not to mention stories about reality augmentation. If I had that perfume I'd spray the whole school to finally have a diaper school lol!
Very good but i got confused about who was how old
Every civilization speaks English. Rofl hard
This is really very good. Definitely on of the better abdl related stories that I've read. Nice job.
Heh. I know someone named Heather Jones.
Ahh. COuld the boy with long black hair and motorcycle be a reference to Dick Grayson/ Nightwing? Maybe?
Wow... I can't believe someone finally got it! ^^ Yeah, Tim's older brother is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to Nightwing. Thought it appropriate since I was kinda basing Tim off Tim Drake and the two are brothers (both in spirit and legally since they were adopted by Bruce).
Actually went and READ the original ENP from Choose your Own Change. Thank you for pulling it out of the muck.
I tried. Have considered doing a MST-style story were Erika and myself read the old chapters from the Choose Your Own Change thing that inspired her, just to see her reaction to the source material. Imagine she'd be horrified. Not sure if anyone would read it, though.
Where can I read this "choose your own change"?
Just Awesome. :3
I like the characters. I also dig all the crazy stuff happening due to that perfume.
nice good story do you know lord patamon
Goofy I love the sequel too ^^
Felt like going back and re-reading this. Just as good as the first time, though I'm surprised to learn I never faved it. I think I'll rectify that.
(another comment on an old piece of work ^^)
Wow, this is some really good stuff!
Wow, this is some really good stuff!
I really like this story.
Hehe interestin, vvvvvveeeeeeerrrrry interesting.
interesting so far.