The Magician's Game - Chapter 7

Madelyn gasped as she felt her short hair tickling her neck as it began to lengthen. It grew down past her shoulders, not stopping until it was halfway down her back. It lightened in colour as it grew, going from its original black to a trashy shade of bleached platinum blonde.

But Madelyn didn’t have time to mourn her boyish, sensible hairstyle. Her childish clothes suddenly vanished, leaving her totally naked in front of the Magician and the three other girls. Before she had time to react, she felt a strange tingling in her breasts. She looked down at her chest and squealed in horror. Her boobs were expanding, her nearly flat chest ballooning outwards. She clutched at her breasts desperately, trying to stop them getting any bigger, but it was hopeless. They went from A-cup to B-cup, C to D to DD, until the proud, dignified, man-hating feminist had an enormous pair of melons jutting out from her chest. Tits that would make any pornstar green with envy.

Struggling to see past her new breasts, Madelyn realised that all the hair on her body had vanished below the neck. The thatch of pubic hair she kept above her pussy, the symbol of her womanhood, had disappeared, leaving her bare as a little girl – like those traitorous patriarchal stooges who shaved away their maturity just to make men happy. She felt her lips puffing up a little too, forming a perfect ‘o’ shape as she stared down at her body in disbelief. This was what she looked like now. And unless she won the competition, this was what she’d be stuck looking like. She thought about having to explain her ridiculous new stripper body to her fellow academics, and her thumb slipped anxiously between her lips.

Looking up, Madelyn saw herself in the mirror that hung across the opposite wall. Tears welled up in her eyes. Reflected back at her was a big-titted bimbo slut, so stupid and immature that she still sucked her thumb like a little girl. She looked like everything she hated. A total disgrace to women everywhere.

Abby, Becky, and Katherine looked at Madelyn with queasy expressions on their faces. On one level they all thought she’d gotten off lightly – at least there was nothing overtly babyish about her new appearance – but on the other hand they knew her new look had been chosen by the Magician precisely because it was one that she would detest, and that thought gave them no comfort at all.

“Do you like your new look, Maddy?” the Magician asked. Madelyn had never hated his smirk more than she did at that moment.

“I wook wike a bimbo!” she shrieked, popping her thumb back out of her mouth with a loud pop, her new plumped-up lips making a mockery of her once-confident, commanding voice. They definitely weren’t for talking. They were DSLs, Madelyn shivered. She had dick-sucking lips. She cupped her new breasts in her hands. Only they weren’t breasts, she thought, looking at them in disgust. They weren’t dignified enough for that. They were tits. Jugs. Melons. Cum-catchers. Fuck-balloons. Madelyn felt sick.

“I forgot, you don’t approve of large breasts, do you Maddy?” the Magician asked mockingly, conjuring an academic-looking article from thin air and opening it. Madelyn recognised it as one of the feminist journals she occasionally wrote for. “Where was it…” the Magician said to himself. “Ah, here we are. ‘Women who fill their bodies with silicone and inflate their secondary sexual characteristics for the sole purpose of making themselves more appealing to the male gaze are the very worst among women. They reduce themselves to objects, livestock with ridiculous, oversized udders sticking out from their chests, making a mockery not just of themselves, but of every other woman whose reputation is damaged as a result.’” The Magician looked up from the article, grinning. “How does it feel, Maddy? To have a pair of udders of your own?”

Madelyn glared at him furiously, but with her bimbo-blonde hair framing her face and her pouty lips, her scowl just looked adorable. Not to mention the tears that were filling her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. Madelyn was desperate not to cry, not wanting to degrade herself even further by bawling like a baby.

The Magician chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m sure you’re concerned that none of your ugly old pantsuits and mannish clothes will fit over your new figure, but I’ve taken the liberty of supplying you with a whole wardrobe of appropriate outfits. Why don’t we get you dressed, cutiepie? You’re such a gorgeous girl now Maddy, but you can’t go running around in your birthday suit all day.” He snapped his fingers, and Madelyn felt clothes reappear on her body.

She looked at herself in the mirror again and let out another squeal of dismay. Framing her face and her newly bleached blonde hair was a pale pink baby bonnet, trimmed in lace at the edges, much like the one that Katherine had chosen to wear for the challenge. She was also wearing a pastel pink frock, so puffy and frilly that it might have made her look like a two-year-old on the way to visit her grandma if it wasn’t for the fact that the outline of her enormous tits were clearly visible beneath it, her nipples poking out obscenely. The hem of her childish dress ended halfway down her perky, plumped-up rear, leaving the bulky adult nappy she was now wearing almost completely exposed. It bulged around her bottom and between her thighs, pushing her slender legs apart and contrasting ridiculously with her new ultrafeminine body. She also wore a pair of thigh-high pink socks with white bows on the top, and on her feet were two black, silver-buckled Mary-Janes. With her thumb planted in her mouth to complete the image, Madelyn looked utterly ridiculous. Staring back at her in the mirror, wide-eyed and horrified, was a voluptuous woman’s body crammed into the most babyish clothes she could possibly imagine.

Abby had to stifle a laugh, and Katherine allowed herself a smirk – she’d disliked Madelyn’s superior attitude and obvious disdain for her profession as a model, and as far as she was concerned, the woman was getting what was coming to her.

Madelyn instinctively took a step backwards and felt her nipples brush against the material of her frock dress. She immediately felt a rush of pleasure pulse through her tits, sending a delightful tingle down her spine and into her pussy. She had to suck hard on her thumb to supress a moan, and her womanhood started to get wet in her nappy.

She looked up at the Magician in shock, and he chuckled again.

“Have you noticed how sensitive your new boobies are, baby? You were so austere and sexless before, and I think keeping you constantly horny will improve your attitude towards men, don’t you think?”

Madelyn could only whine her displeasure, struggling to keep her mind clear while her pussy continued to tingle delightfully. She shook her head, and tried to focus. She had other things to worry about. She clutched at the bulky white diaper between her legs with a fearful expression on her face. Had she been made incontinent too?!

“Don’t worry, little Maddy, you’ve still got your potty training,” the Magician soothed her, correctly interpreting her expression. “But I thought putting you in nappies would help prevent that naughty little pussy of yours leaving icky messes everywhere.”

Madelyn’s self-control failed. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she started to sniffle and sob. She looked over at Abby, Becky, and Katherine, and seeing the looks of mingled pity and contempt on their faces, she burst into tears. She was supposed to be the one who was always in control! The tough, self-possessed woman who’d lead them all out of this mess! And now she was just some stupid baby bimbo! She bawled like a little girl, destroying whatever was left of her impression as a strong, independent adult woman among the others.

“Awww,” the Magician cooed condescendingly. “There, there, baby.” He pulled Madelyn’s bombshell body in for a cuddle, one hand rubbing her back, the other patting her padded bottom. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

Madelyn sobbed into his chest. She wanted to shove him away, to spit in the face of this evil, tyrannical patriarch… but she was too scared of what else he might do to her.

“Abby, Katherine, the two of you can go back to your rooms and change if you like. We’ll be meeting back in the dining room for lunch and the second vote. Becky, you’d better stay here so I can change that stinky little bottom of yours. And I think baby Maddy could do with a little more cuddling before I send her off too.”

Becky blushed hotly, but she was pleased she’d finally be getting out of the disgusting, sagging nappy hanging off her hips. Madelyn continued to cry, and Abby and Katherine hurried out of the hall and back towards their rooms – they didn’t talk all the way, still angry at each other from their last encounter together with just the two of them. Katherine wrinkled her nose pointedly at the soaking wet skirt and underwear Abby was wearing, and Abby shot her a nasty look before entering her room.

Once she was inside, Abby immediately stripped off her soggy skirt and peeled her pissy underwear down her legs with a look of revulsion on her face. She was relieved that she hadn’t lost and ended up like Madelyn, stuck looking like some ridiculous adult baby pornstar, but still… she’d come second to last again. How much longer could she keep this up? It would only take one mistake for her life to be permanently altered. She changed back into adult clothes – it seemed as though the Magician had transported her wardrobe from home to this room – and lay down on the bed, trying to get the imagine of the once-confident Madelyn crying like a babified barbie-doll out of her mind.

Sometime later, Abby left her room and headed for the dining room for lunch. The other three girls were already there – Katherine looking snooty, Becky looking embarrassed but pleased to be out of her filthy nappy (the outline of her clean one was still visible under her jeans), and Madelyn sucking her thumb, teary-eyed and big-titted, looking like a mallrat bimbo who’d raided a store full of toddler clothes. The Magician was sat at the head of the table again, tucking into a steak.

Abby took a seat and helped herself to food. None of them talked, just like every other meal they’d had so far. On the one hand, they were all in this together, innocents stolen away by the Magician for his sick game, but on the other hand they all knew that only one of them could win his insane competition and avoid a terrible fate. It was hard to feel a sense of camaraderie with people they’d have to vote out, writing down their names themselves and condemning them to a lifetime of nappies or spankings or whatever other twisted fantasies the Magician had in mind for them.

Once they were all finished with their food, the Magician got to his feet, smiling down at all of them with that horrible sparkling light in his dark eyes. “Well girls,” he said, “you know the drill.” He waved his hand and their plates vanished, to be replaced by the ballot box. “I’ll give you a few moments to talk among yourselves,” he grinned. Then he bowed, and vanished.

Abby knew she had to move quickly. Katherine would almost certainly vote for her this round, so she had to make sure neither of the others would too. She hurried over to Becky and whispered, “Shall we vote for Katherine? She’s such a stuck-up bitch. You’ve seen the way she looks at you, like you’re something disgusting she’s stepped in.”

Becky looked up at her, something almost hopeful in her eyes. “And you don’t think I’m disgusting?” she whispered meekly.

Abby had to stop herself laughing. Of course she thought Becky was disgusting! Who wouldn’t? She was a grown woman who still pooped her pants for God’s sake! Abby had had to put up with her stinking up every room she was in for just a day and she already wanted her kicked out of the competition – at least neither of the other girls made her want to literally gag. But saving her own neck took precedence at the moment, and years of cheating on her boyfriends had made her an excellent liar.

“Of course not!” she said earnestly. “This isn’t your fault, Becky. It’s the Magician and his sick games. You can’t help what he’s turned you into. But Katherine doesn’t understand that. Personally, I think she deserves whatever the Magician decides to do to her.”

“What are you talking about?” Katherine interrupted angrily, toddling over to them.

Madelyn followed, not wanting to be left out, but just the walk around the dining table was enough to leave her a wet mess. Her melons jiggled near-constantly, set in motion by the slightest movement, and the tingling pleasure that began in her oversensitive nipples rushed straight to her twat. She gasped and moaned behind her thumb, blushing furiously.

“None of your business,” Abby told her. Then she turned to Madelyn. “I think we should vote for Katherine. We need to start thinking about how to get out of this mess, and you’re the woman for the job, Miss Smith. But we don’t need someone like her.”

Madelyn barely heard her. She was sucking her thumb enthusiastically and fighting the urge to shove one of her hands down the front of her nappy. But she understood enough of what Abby had said to get the message. She looked at Katherine appraisingly.

Katherine looked back condescendingly. “You’ve got to be joking. Abby is clearly the one we need to vote out. She’s an upstart, manipulative little brat, and you’d have to be totally stupid to fall for her tricks.”

Abby opened her mouth furiously, but before any of them could say any more, the Magician reappeared in their midst, making them jump.

“It’s time, girls,” he grinned. “I hope you’re ready.” He handed a piece of paper and a crayon to each other them, and they moved away from each other to lean over the table and write down a name.

The Magician collected them up when they were done, and looked down at them. He laughed. “Three to one!” he said happily. “Oh dear! Someone’s not very popular, I see.”

Katherine’s superior look faltered slightly. She hadn’t lost. The other two must have voted for Abby as well. She was going to win the competition and wish herself back to normal, in addition to whatever else she wanted. She wasn’t going to spend the rest of her life waddling about like a stupid toddler. She couldn’t.

Then the Magician’s gaze fell upon her. “It looks like it’s bye-bye for little Katie,” he cooed mockingly.

Abby allowed herself a predatory grin of satisfaction.

“No,” said Katherine, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. “NO!”

She backed away as the Magician advanced on her, but she lost her balance and fell hard on her bottom. She winced, and when she opened her eyes again a moment later, the Magician was standing right above her, grinning down at her with an evil look in her eyes.

“I know the perfect penalty for you, young lady. All that status as a model has gone straight to your head, you see. I think your fellow contestants got an idea of why you have a reputation as the most bitchy and self-entitled in the whole modelling industry, and they only got to know you for a day! But fortunately for everyone else, those days are over. The catwalk isn’t the right place for a silly little girl like you, Katie.”

Katherine looked up at him with terror in her eyes.

“Especially not one,” he continued, grinning with sadistic delight, “who can’t even dress herself.”

With a wave of his hand, the elegant dress that Katherine had changed into after that day’s challenge vanished, to be replaced by a silly, frilly baby frock – just like the one Madelyn’s stripper body was crammed into. Her silk stockings and expensive shoes disappeared too, replaced by frilly socks and trainers with Velcro straps. A babyish bonnet framed her face, the same one she’d worn earlier that day, and her gold necklace transformed, expanding and turning into a large baby bib. Emblazoned on the front was a cartoonish picture of what was obviously Katherine’s own face, grinning stupidly and covered in baby food, above a caption that read “Daddy’s Messy Girl”. A bright pink pacifier on the end of a cord appeared out of nowhere, clipping itself to the front of her frock in case any adults needed to soothe the fussy baby it belonged to. Finally, her underwear began to thicken, her lacey lingerie expanding between her legs and turning white.

Katherine looked down at herself in disbelief. She looked absolutely ludicrous. Even worse than when she’d dressed up for the second challenge. She lifted up the hem of her toddler dress and screamed when she saw the bulky disposable diaper taped around her waist. She immediately started clawing at it, desperate to rip it off and fling it away, but the moment her fingers made contact with the puffy white padding, they curled up uselessly.

“I can’t get it off!” Katherine shrieked, panicking and starting to hyperventilate. This couldn’t be happening to her!

“Of course you can’t, sweetie,” the Magician said mildly. “Weren’t you listening to what I said? You can’t dress yourself anymore. I’ve taken that privilege away from you. Other people will decide how you’re dressed from now on. Maybe that will teach you a lesson about humility, sweetie.”

Katherine started screaming madly, and Abby, Becky, and Madelyn winced at the harsh, high-pitched noise.

“Time for you to head home, little one,” said the Magician happily, his voice raised over the din. “I’ll leave you to your family to take care of. I hear you have a sister who’ve you’ve been rather rude to for years. Bye-bye baby!”

And with a snap of his fingers, the fashion model turned screeching baby-woman disappeared off to her new life, leaving the other three ladies staring at the place where she’d vanished.