My Big Sister is such a Baby!

Chapter 1
The story

My Big Sister is Such a Baby

My big sister Marge, age 22, is such a baby! Case in point, I’m 12 and trying to find a time-part job best suited to my age. Marge? She spent all day in a personal tanning room. A room I would like to point out put my parents 500 dollars in the hole.

And do you want to know the worst part of all of this is? Marge is a flipping genius! She was am A+ student in school, and looked like she would have a bright future ahead of her. But once she had that piece of paper in her hands, things just change. No one could really explain it, she just began to slick off, and any attempts to try and reason with her would only get a childish temper tantrum that would put a two-old to shame.

So that’s where we stand, with my parents working triple shifts to try and pay off their loans, and my sister’s not even caring about what happening because of her own actions. But I was hopeful that this special lotion would do the trick.

“Hey, baby sis! You got my lotion yet?” Marge called from the stairs.

I groan softly to myself as I put the finishing touch on my little project. That’s another point I would like to say, it doesn’t matter what I was doing, like if I was busy with some of my homework, but when Marge calls one better answer her. Case in point, I would have argue if wasn’t for the fear of sending her into another tantrum. I guess it all worked out, as it allowed me to put my plans into action.

I was about to leave my sister’s room when I spied her full-body mirror from the corner of my right eye, and turned to face it. Ever though I was just 12, I’m showing sighs of being an early bloomer. My body’s starting to fill out in certain areas, namely my chest. My hairs a dull yellow and tied into two pony tails. I’m currently wearing short, pink overhauls, a gray t-shirt, and a pair of pink high-tops.

“SIISSSS! Where’s my lotion?” Marge whined from her spot.

I sigh heavily, and turned away from the mirror. I exited the room and made my way down the stairs, where Marge was impatiently waiting, a sour frown on her face. I would like to take this time and point this out…my sister is quite the looker. She has a near hourglass figure, with breasts around double C size, and hips that were just as impressive. Her limbs are thin but not bone thin, and her skin had just a small tan to it, despite the fact that she spends a lot of time in her personal tanning room. Her golden brown hair was long and silky smooth due to hours of combing she does.

Today, she’s has on a two piece swim suit, a bright green one that help to highlight her features greatly.

It is a shame, my sister has some much going for her, and she choice to waste it by acting like a spoil brat and whining until she gets what she wants.

“It about time, baby sister,” Marge whined as she took the bottle from me.

I frown as she open the bottle and began to lather her body up, getting some on the carpet. She took no notice of the mess she was making, as she turned around and walked back to her room. I follow behind her, arms folding across my chest. I was thankfully that she had decided to get a transparent glass for the door to her tanning room. That way, I could see anything that was about to happen.

‘I tired of her calling me “baby sister”! Let’s just see how she’s likes it!’ I thought a little smugly.

I watched as Marge carelessly dropped the bottle to the ground, as she walked over to the room’s control, and began to adjust them accordingly. From the corner of my eye, I could see the makeshift tag I had put onto the battle break open, revealing the words hidden under the fake label.

“Baby Lotion…” I said under my breath.

My sister turned to walk over to her chair, only to stop and frown suddenly. I knew that my sister’s skin was beginning to tingle, as the lotion’s effect began to work. The drop from 22 to 18 was seamless, with little change in appearance say for a little loss in the breast area. The drop from seventeen to sixteen was more apparent, as her breasts started to shrink and her hips became less sharp.

Marge put her right hand on her hip and left hand to her cheek as she watched her body continues change, becoming less sharp. Her figure took a major hit as she drop to fifteen then fourteen and her breast became very small.

This little piece of information caused me to smile. I have always thought that my sister was an early bloomer and to learn that wasn’t the case was very satisfying.

The next two drops saw her last what was left of her adult figure and Marge’s hands thrust to her chest, like she was trying to save her breasts from disappearing all together. She also closed her legs as the thong began to slide down due to her hips no longer able to support the article of clothing. I giggled heartedly at her face, which was growing increasingly fearful and a bit of shock.

The drops from 11 and then to 10 saw Marge fearfully touch her bare chest with her right hand as her left hand reached for her sliding thong. The next drop saw her began to loose her outfit entirely, as her small body just couldn’t handle the clothing anymore. Going from 8 to 6 saw Marge starting to loose her balance as she went from 5 to 4, and her thong became slightly tangled in her legs. Going from 3 to 2 saw Marge fall into her rear, and finally I watch with glee as my sister went to 1 and finally bottoming out as six month-old baby, with her bathing suit cluttered around her now small rear.

I could just imagine what was going through my sister’s mind as I opened the door, and walk into the tanning room. She looked up when she heard the door open, and I think she wets herself when she saw me. I couldn’t help but smile somewhat condescendingly. There was something empowering about having your former older sister look up at you with fear in her eyes.

I quickly shook those thoughts off, as I walked to the room controls, and turn off the tanning lights. I must remember that I didn’t do this out of malice. I did this because it was needed. This would benefit everyone in this household.

I had to remember that!

Once I was sure the tanning room was off, I walked over the baby lotion and capped it. I looked at my baby sister, and saw that her eyes were wide with realization. My condescending smile returned somewhat, as I held up the bottle.

“Amazing stuff, don’t you think, Marge…?” I smirked playfully as an idea came to me. “You know, I think I should come up with a cute nickname to match my new cute baby sister. Hmm…what do you think of Mar-Mar?”

The look on Mar-Mar’s face was all I needed to see. She didn’t like the name I just gave her; in fact, I would say she likes it a lot. Still…I saw her try to cover up her relative easiness of her sudden transformation by putting on an angry face. I couldn’t help but giggle as I walked up to her.

“Don’t be like that Mar-Mar,” I cooed playfully. “I know this what you really wanted, right?”

I saw my sister’s mask slip for just a second, and a hint of glee made it way to her face, before she recovered and put on her angry face again. I giggle again, as I bent down and scooped up my sister. Looks like my friend, the one who showed me the site where I get the special lotion was right. Looks like my sister didn’t want to face reality and that’s why she locks herself in her tanning room and acts like a baby.

“Oh Mar-Mar, I don’t know why you decided to do what you did,” I cooed lightly to her. “But just think about it? You don’t have to worry about all that nasty stuff anymore. All you have to do is sit around and do nothing. Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

Mar-Mar thought that only for about a second, and suddenly beamed. I frowns a little as I process this new information. Whatever happened to cause my sister to instantly take to her new place in life must have been something really bad. Was I wrong to take this cause of action?

I shook my head to rid myself of these thoughts. The deed was done, and whatever happened in the past is none of my business. My business right now was getting my new baby sister into something more fitting of her new age.

I left the tanning room, and made my way upstairs. During the entire trip up, I noticed that Mar-Mar was staring at the lotion in my right hand curiously. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, as I showed off the bottle, but made sure to keep it out of the reach of her small arms.

“What do you about this stuff?” I asked and Mar-Mar nodded. “A friend of my, showed me this really cool website. This site had many weird things, including baby lotion that makes actually babies. She even suggested that I gave you this. Who know she was right about you. Weird, right...?”

Mar-Mar looked up at me, and for a split second I thought I saw some sort of sadness passed through her eyes. This left me to wonder what kind of event had left my sister so willing to submit to being a baby again.

I decided to file this question for later, as we reached the door leading to a spare room we keep for guests. I opened it, and watched as Mar-Mar’s eyes widen. I smiled as I looked at the room as well.

In the last few weeks since getting the lotion, I have been turning this room into a nursery. It wasn’t all that hard, really, when you have parents who are working all the time and a sister who didn’t go far from her rooms. There was all one could need for such a room; changing table, crib with a baby monitor and all the things needed to take care of a baby.

I walked up to the changing table and gently set Mar-Mar down on it. I put the baby lotion on a shelve out of the way of the normal baby supplies, so there wouldn’t be slip ups, and then gather up the needed supplies. I then set about putting a diaper onto my new baby sister. I put the diaper under her small rear, and powdered the diaper before putting her in it. Next, just because I thought she would like cute in it, I put her in a baby swimsuit, one with the same color as her old suit.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched my new baby sister squeal in glee, and put her left thumb toward her month. I may not know what cause my sister to shut herself away from the world and act like a baby, but does it matter now? She was a baby, she was happy and that made me happy, and once I convince my parent that what I did was right, I know they would be happy.

And do you want to know the best part of this is…Mar-Mar would never loose her adult man? Cruel or a happy blessing…? I really can’t say, but I think I would wait a little longer until I tell my baby sister that little bit of information.

(Notes)

I would like to say I’m sorry about my usual grammar problems, and I hope I did justice to one of the great artists on this site.