Little Piggy

Chapter 1
Little Piggy

Chapter Description: Vicky is turned into a baby.

A geeky ten year old girl with glasses was playing inside of her room, alone. Tootie didn’t have many friends, mainly because her older sister was the meanest teen in town: The icky babysitter, Vicky.

So, she made up some friends.

"More tea, Ms. Huggiebunny?" Tootie asked one of her dolls seated around the small toy table she was sitting at. She poured an imaginary cup of tea to the hairy stuff animal, the stuffed bunny was badly damaged and was only held together by duct tape. Vicky had a habit of breaking her toys.

"How about you, Little Piggy?" she asked another one of her dolls. The pig doll was missing an eye and one of it’s arms, yet another one of Vicky’s casualties. Tootie poured the doll another pretend cup of tea.

"I know YOU want tea, Mr. Stinky!" This doll was one of a skunk, but it had strange properties. Magical properties. A certain brown haired, buck toothed by with a pink hat had given it to her in exchange for a few moments of peace. She remembered him muttering something about a "you doo curse" or something, and that the doll had to be handled carefully. Needless to say, Tootie had kept the skunk doll intact so far if only because Timmy told her so. Tootie giggled as she poured Mr. Stinky his tea, pretending to empty out the last of the kettle. "Looks like we are out of tea!" she exclaimed.

"You didn’t save any for me? How rude!"

Tootie froze in fear when she heard a voice at her doorway. She couldn’t even bring herself to turn and face her older sister.

Vicky walked into Tootie’s room, holding a pair of scissors. "Why so glum, Tootie? I want to play, too." Vicky smirked and then grabbed the pig doll from Tootie’s tea table. Tootie leaped out of her seat and jumped up and down, trying to reach and grab the doll back from out of Vicky’s hands, but she was too tall and holding it up too high.

Vicky cackled, and took the pair of scissor’s to the pig’s toes. She snipped one off, "this little piggy went to the market..." she snipped off another toe, "this little piggy went home..." Vicky went to snip another toe off, but realized the pig doll had no toes left. "Must’ve lost them in the previous war." Vicky thought to herself. She scanned the room, laughed at a moment at her little sister who was still frantically trying to get her doll back, and then noticed the brand new unscathed toy in Tootie’s room.

"Oh, a brand new toy? Perfect!" Vicky exclaimed, and then picked up Mr. Stinky the skunk.

"No, don’t touch that! It’s a special doll!" Tootie warned, but her plea fell on uninterested ears.

Vicky grinned evilly as she took the pair of scissors to the skunk’s leg. "The wounds are gangrenous. We have to amputate!" and then as Vicky applied pressure onto the scissors to cut, the doll lifted it’s tail and sprayed a gas into Vicky’s face like a real skunk would. "Argh, my eyes!" Vicky screamed, dropping the doll and the scissors and clutching her face.

"Serves you right." Tootie said to Vicky who was on the floor, grabbing her face. Her eyes were reddened.

"Real funny, dork!" Vicky grabbed Tootie and looked down... errr... face to face with her. "Wait, what the hell?" Vicky thought as she realized she was looking eye to eye with her little sister without going down on her knees. Vicky looked down at herself and saw her sagging clothes: her black pants were hanging around her ankles, her panties were not far behind, and her usually tiny green mid riff shirt was now a night gown big enough that Vicky had to stretch her shoulders just to prevent her entire body from going through the neck. When she looked back at her sister Tootie, Vicky realized she was looking up at her. "What’s happening? Why am I getting smaller?" Vicky cried. "I don wanna be wittle!" her voice was becoming increasingly high pitched and infantile, she could no longer properly pronounce words.

"That’s what you get for messing with other people’s property." Tootie scolded her older-turned-younger sister, and then scooped the now toddler sized teen up. Vicky struggled for a moment, and then started bawling when she realized she was no longer strong enough to overpower Tootie. "Shh, its okay. I’m gonna be the nice big sister that you weren’t." Tootie told her, carrying Vicky who was wrapped in her green shirt like a blanket over to her toy box. "Now to get you dressed up before you make a mess!"

"Noo, stop!" Vicky squirmed again as Tootie set her down on the ground, but she couldn’t get far. Vicky could barely stand on her own. Tootie shuffled through the dolls in her toy box, before pulling out a toddler sized dress and a diaper. "Donn you dare put dat diapy on me!" Vicky tried threatening Tootie who could only help but laugh at how cute she looked now, trying to sound intimidating with her high pitched baby voice. "Aww, aren’t you a little cutie, and you’re going to look real cute when big sis finishes dressing you." Tootie cooed at her as she removed Vicky from her oversized green shirt.

Tootie placed the green shirt back onto her floor and laid Vicky on top. Then, Tootie took the old diaper she found on one of her dolls, and with gentle precision, lifted Vicky’s squirming butt up and slid the diaper underneath. Vicky seemed to react positively to the feeling of the diaper, she stopped her struggling when Tootie pulled the diaper up between Vicky’s crotch and taped it together securely. Tootie then put the green dress on Vicky, the skirt of which was too short to completely obscure her diaper. As Vicky stood up to walk, the bright white diaper peaked out from under the skirt, and when Vicky tried toddling away from Tootie, the skirt got pushed up and the entire butt of the diaper was now visible. Tootie opted not to fix the skirt.

"Aren’t you so cute? Yes you are!" Tootie cooed her again, pretending to chase her sister but letting her get away. "Too bad I couldn’t find any powder for that butt. I’ll have to have mom pick up some at the store later."

"No, don’t tell mommy this!" Vicky started to cry again. If her parents, who she had bullied all through her teenage years, saw in her this state, they’d be laughing their butts off and salivating at the chance of revenge. The thought of it actually scared Vicky. So much, in fact, she began to feel a funny feeling pressure pushing through her butt cheeks. Then the smell hit her, almost immediately. "Oh no..." Vicky muttered tearfully to herself.

"Poopies!" Tootie teased Vicky and grabbed her under the shoulders. Tootie hoisted her smelly sister onto her lap and began to tickle her belly. "Someone made a messy already! That was quick."

Vicky didn’t bother trying to deny it, she knew she was busted. Instead, she realized the best thing to do was to finish the job and hope Tootie changed her diaper, and then changed her back, before her mom got home. So, Vicky realized herself and, while still lying on her sister’s lap, pulled her legs back over her head and began to push. Adding into her packed diaper Vicky found to be challenging, she had to squirm and rub her loaded diaper against Tootie’s waist to clear the poop directly outside of her asshole. The bulk of her shit was pushed down into the crotch regions of her diaper, giving Vicky a warm, thick feeling around her pussy that aroused her. With her legs still above her head, Vicky gave one last push, finishing her bowel movement by dropping a final, massive deuce into the seat of her diaper. When it was all over, Vicky could not smell anything other than her own waste.

"All done stinky butt?" Tootie cooed at her. Vicky gave a tired nod, and buried her head into Tootie’s chest. Vicky struggled to not nod off, but the work from pooping, and the relaxing feeling it brought after, was a combination of factors that resulted in Vicky dozing off in Tootie’s arms. "Look’s like someone’s all pooped out." Tootie smiled, and then laid Vicky back on her green shirt that she had changed her on earlier.

Tootie walked over to the skunk doll and curiously inspected it. A blue gem in the doll’s chest was glowing, something it hadn’t been doing before. Without hesitation or second though, Tootie lightly touched the gem. Within seconds, a blue glow had overcame Tootie. She felt everything around her shrink and her clothes get tighter. She heard a rip as her thickened, mature thighs tore through the fabric of her tights. Tootie spun and looked at a mirror, and saw a fully developed teenage girl staring back at her: one that looked like she had attempted to slut it out in clothes way too tight since she was still wearing her ten year old stuff. The catholic school skirt that had once went down to her knees was stopped at her thighs now. Her swollen breasts yearned to be released from the tightened, white blouse she wore. Tootie felt the unusual pressure on her new breasts and wondered if she should be concerned. She also felt her nipple was wet, and had created a visible spot on her blouse.

Tootie looked at napping Vicky and had an idea. "Wake up, sleepy head! Drinky time!" Tootie lightly pushed Vicky a few times, who stirred before awakening. Vicky rubbed her eyes, "You’d better have a good reason for interrupting my nap!" she thought, then noticed Tootie was unbuttoning her blouse. Though the teenager in Vicky screamed in disgust, her infantile desires already had her drooling in anticipation. Tootie lifted Vicky up, ignoring the smell of the massive doody Vicky had made, and pressed Vicky’s mouth again her nipple. "No! I don’t want booboo, I can drink baabaa- mmph" Vicky’s protest as cut short by the breast milk entering her mouth. As soon as it hit her tongue, her instinct to suck on the tit kicked in.

"Ahh, much better." Tootie felt the pressure in her breast being relieved by this process. She began to play with Vicky while she fed, by grabbing her toes, "Remember this game? This little piggy went to the market..." Tootie sung while playing with Vicky’s toes. Her other hand was holding Vicky up to her breast by the diaper, the feeling of her load getting pushed around aroused Vicky more and she began to suck all more vigourously. So much that Vicky buried her face into Tootie’s breast and began to snort like a real pig feeding. "Hehehe, that’s right! You’re my little piggy now!" Tootie cooed at her sister again, Vicky simply accepted her fate and spent the rest of her life in diapers being changed by her once-younger sister. The end.