Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 2
The Movie Theater

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (02/16): The Movie Theater

It seemed like any other Friday night. Me and my friend Jake were hanging around the concession stand, waiting for them to start seating the seven o’clock showing of the latest action flick. I was staring at the menu, trying to decide if a bag of popcorn was really worth so much money, when suddenly a small form bumped into me, interrupting my thoughts. I glared down at my attacker just in time to see a group of about five or six young girls giggling and chattering, completely oblivious to their surroundings.

I noticed from my friend’s angry gaze that he too had fallen victim to their lack of courtesy and was now angrily staring them down as they bumped past us and into the line for food.

When my ears picked up only more air-headed laughter, rather than an apology, I turned to Jake and commented loudly. "It must be fun to be ten." It was only a guess, but I believe that was about how old they were...give or take a year.

"Yes," Jake agreed. "But shouldn’t they be in bed by now? It is getting rather late."

We both shared a chuckle until one of the girls spun around and shot back "At least we are old enough to keep our pants dry."

Our laughter stopped. Both of us stared at her wondering what she had meant as she stuck her tongue out at us and turned back around. The group of girls began whispering and giggling amongst each other while we looked at each other in confusion.

It seemed like an odd defense. It wasn’t like that was some sort of great accomplishment... But it was an even odder insult. We were both seniors in high school...much older than the girls, and we certainly were old enough to keep our pants dry.

I was about to call her an idiot when suddenly I felt a chill. Glancing down I saw that I was now standing in the middle of the movie theater with nothing but my underwear on. My head shot up to see the same shocked expression on my friend’s face who was now also suffering from the same problem.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, drawing anyone’s attention who was not already looking. Before I had time to react further, I felt the cotton briefs I was wearing begin to thicken. I stared down at it as it became large, bulky, and awkward. It was then that I realized I was wearing a huge disposable diaper.

It wasn’t until I looked up and saw the girls smirking down at me that I discovered it really wasn’t so huge. I had gotten smaller! I held my chubby hands in front of my face and then looked down to my small hairless chest. No! No! No! I didn’t know how they had done it, but the fact remained inescapable. A bunch of spoiled little girls had just turned me and my friend into toddlers!

This thought brought a warm flowing sensation down below. My eyes moved from my chest down to my dampening diaper. Oh no! I was going wee wee in my pants in front of everyone! I tried to do something but I just couldn’t stop peeing. I didn’t know how to stop. I knew big people didn’t go in their pants, but I didn’t know the trick to it. So instead I just looked dumbly down at the sound of flowing liquid, feeling it slosh around in my pampers.

All the girls were laughing, but the rest of the crowd seemed to have lost interest. Apparently they didn’t remember me ever being big, even if I still did.

The girl who had made the original comment began to sniff loudly. A disgusted look overcame her and she held her nose. "Eeeww! I think the big bad high school kid just made a stinky."

Hearing this I felt bad for Jake. Wetting myself had been a humiliating experience, but he seemed to be in an even worse position. At least I thought that was the case until I saw the girl begin to reach for me. It wasn’t until she lifted me in the air that I felt the sticky substance squishing against my backside. I had just pooped my pants and I hadn’t even realized it!

Things looked bad. I tried to think of something I use to do when I felt like this. Something that would make me feel better. But the only thing that would come to mind was to cry. I tried not to give them the satisfaction, but as I saw our destination approaching I could hold back no longer.

I couldn’t read the words on the door anymore, but my brain was somehow still able to recognize the symbol of the stick-figure in a dress. We were heading for the lady’s room, and even though my mind had lost many things, it still understood the significance of that. It was as if I still had all the emotions of a seventeen year old, but most of the useful knowledge was gone.

I cried and howled as she took me through the once forbidden door. The young girl’s hand patted me on my messy backside and cooed "There, there." Though her voice held a secret delight that only upset me more.

Due to the time and the day the lady’s room was packed. Many of the women in there gave me sympathetic smiles and made funny noises at me in an attempt to calm me down. I struggled against my captor but it was no use. Soon I found myself laying on the changing table, with several of the girls hovering over me, as well as some of the occupants of the bathroom. Everyone seemed to agree that I was "adorable."

"No!" I exclaimed as the girl worked to get my legs up, but my protests went unheeded and soon she was pulling away my diaper, revealing my small nubbin of a penis.

I was blushing fiercely and one of the older women commented "How cute! He’s shy."

The girl produced the needed products from a bag she had been carrying and set to work. I was wiped and powdered and who knows what else. All the while my understanding of the situation continued to decrease. I had no idea what had become of my friend...and I could only dimly imagine what my future held at the mercy of these ten year old witches.