Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 12
I'm Rubber and You're Glue

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (12/16): I’m Rubber and You’re Glue

Stepping off the bus Mary gave another long hard stare at her high school, followed by a loud sigh. Much like most other days the delay caused several other people to ram her from behind as they grumbled phrases such as "Watch it loser!" and "Who left the whale lying in the middle of the road?"

After managing to stumble out of the other kids way, Mary slowly shuffled towards the dreadful building. To call her a whale had certainly been an exaggeration, but it was amazing how a few pounds over the standard weight class could bring so many similar words...and Mary knew them all. Yes, she knew them well, and was not eager to hear them repeated. But what could she do? She had begged her mother to allow her to start home schooling, but it had been a useless argument. And there was no way she was going to give all those bastards the last great laugh by dropping out. So Washington High it was...no matter how much pain it carried with it.

"Vengeance For Sale" The handmade sign proudly declared, catching Mary’s attention. The small booth was set off just to the side of the main entrance, with a lone man happily attending it. Judging by the lack of students surrounding it, Mary thought it was probably just another peppy anti-drug campaign the school had started, but she was by no means in any hurry to get inside so she decided to risk a "You’re a special person!" lecture and check it out.

She was pleasantly surprised to find the fantasy in her head come to life on the booth’s display. A wide assortment of potions and trinkets, all apparently designed for the noble purpose of revenge. Mary’s eyes greedily consumed everything there was to see without a word to the man smiling down at her. No one seemed to pay any attention to her or the strange shop, and after a few minutes of browsing her eyes finally came to rest on a small bottle of pink liquid. "I’m Rubber and You’re Glue Juice?" She read the label out loud.

"The perfect item for giving people exactly what they deserve. And for only a measly ten percent of your soul you would have to be insane to pass this deal up!" The man replied, all the while stroking his small, pointed goatee.

As she stood there considering the offer memories of Sunday school caused her to wonder just exactly how much of your "soul" was required to get into Heaven... But then a new, more recent memory surfaced of years of laughter at her expense and she decided that if this thing worked as well as she imagined, and for some reason she believed in her heart that it did, then it would be worth going to hell for.

"O-" She began, but before she could get the "kay" part out the ding of the cash registered sounded, and the man handed her a tiny receipt with a large grin.

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"Drink entire bottle at the start of your day, and watch all your troubles fade away!" She read the catchy little set of instructions on the back of the bottle while sitting in the hall, waiting for the bell to first period. Well, she hadn’t paid ten percent of her soul just to sit here and stare at it, she told herself, pulling the cork out with a loud pop.

The juice tasted like strawberries. Or some kind of berry anyway. A slight tingle had followed which began in the tips of her toes, dancing all the way up her body and out the top of her head.

"That was it?" She wondered. She really hadn’t known what to expect...maybe something a little more grand and magical? But then she really wasn’t an expert on this sort of thing, and at least the stuff hadn’t poisoned her or turned her into a rock or something.

"How’s it going donkey girl?" It still stung. The name that had followed her all the way from grade school, back in the days before braces had straightened her bucked teeth, back when her short hair had failed to hide her rather large ears. It hurt but remembering the empty bottle still in her hand she simply smiled and looked up at the boy who had said it, as well as all the other kids who now surrounded her.

"Look at her! The Neanderthal doesn’t even realize she’s being insulted." A girl sneered, thoroughly disgusted. It was the same group that taunted her every day. Most of the kids had finally grown out of their name calling phase and were usually content to simply ignore her, which suited Mary just fine. She actually preferred to be left alone, her shyness preventing her from ever becoming a "people type person" who longed for company. Unfortunately that same shyness made these little episodes very painful.

But today would be different, she kept repeating over and over in her mind, today she would have her revenge. These thoughts were the only thing keeping the weakening smile on her face during the barrage of insults. She continued to watch the original boy, hoping that ears or a tail or something would pop out of him any minute.

"What in the hell are you looking at you stupid slut?" The boy’s girlfriend demanded, irate over the sudden competition, even if it was from the dorkiest girl in school.

"God you are such a geek!"

"Looking a little chubby in those hips aren’t you fatty?"

"That’s right!" Another girl laughed. "She is fat! A fat cow! Say moo for us cow, say moooooo!"

"Hey whore, here’s two dollars, how ’bout giving me a nice blow?" She couldn’t take it, she had never been able to take it...and the money waved in her face had finally broken down the wall of hope the potion had created. The damn thing wasn’t working anyway, she had been stupid to think it would. Once again her enemies had won, and without further restraint she began to openly sob.

With their victory at long last claimed, Lisa, the apparent leader of the pack, had the honor of delivering the final classic insult. "That’s right cry baby. Cry like the little baby you are." And like the ring announcing the end of a heavyweight fight, the school bell sounded and kids began to rush back and forth in a mad dash to get to their classes on time.

"Well guys, see you later. Unfortunately I have to sit through first period listening to a whining baby!" Lisa informed her friends loudly, much like she did every morning. But today, she didn’t know how right she was...

It was nearing the end of first period. Mrs. Milton was still blathering on about some revolution or something, while Lisa sat in the front row pretending to take notes. The crying from the back of the room had died down to the occasional sniffle, and while Lisa gave the impression of annoyance, occasionally looking back at the source of the sound and rolling her eyes in disgust, each noise secretly delighted her. Tomorrow, she decided, Mary would be sobbing loudly through the entire class.

She couldn’t remember exactly why they had all started tormenting Mary way back in grade school. All she knew was that it was still a blast, and besides...any hurt feelings were Mary’s fault for taking it all so seriously. If she would just shrug it off, like the other nerds had learned to do, they would probably leave her alone for the most part. But she had started to ignore it this morning hadn’t she? Her and that stupid grin she flashed at Brian. She must be starting to get used to it... Well Lisa would put a stop to that. As her mind started to calculate the next embarrassing prank they would pull to wipe out Mary’s growing self-esteem a tingle shot up her body, which Lisa mistook for the thrill of anticipation.

"And now I think we have just enough time to hear Lisa’s makeup report." Mrs. Milton chimed in as she looked up at the clock, rudely interrupting the girl’s glorious thoughts.

What a pain in the ass... But on the brighter side, Lisa did love attention, even if it did come in the form of some dull report. Snatching up the papers from her desk, Lisa purposely strutted slowly, and sexily, up to the ’stage’ as she liked to think of it. She could tell her short skirt and skintight top were already driving the guys crazy, and she loved it. "Good morning class." She said as she finally stopped, imitating their teacher perfectly.

"Good morning Ms. Felton." The class echoed the proper response, replacing their teacher’s last name with Lisa’s. Mrs. Milton frowned with disapproval but said nothing.

"Today’s exciting report will be on-" She began, her voice holding the deep lustful quality that had made her a favorite topic of discussion in the boy’s locker room. Blank out. For some reason she couldn’t remember what she had done her report on... She was sure she knew it only a moment ago. This was crazy, she put it together last night. Frantic, her eyes darted to the paper in her hands.

"Didn’t get a chance to read through Ernie’s report before class ’eh?" A boy called out, referring to one of the school nerds who was frequently forced to do other people’s homework. Laughter soon followed, causing a horrible, yet unfamiliar feeling of embarrassment to rise in Lisa’s stomach.

The teacher gave a few hardy shouts, quieting the class down for the most part, as Lisa’s eyes desperately tried to make sense of the archaic symbols that littered the page. What was she thinking when she wrote this? It was all just a bunch of nonsense! "I...uh..I mean.." She stumbled.

"Does Ernie do your reading for you too?" Another comment and even more laughter.

That was it, Lisa realized with horror. She glanced around the room at all the signs and papers hanging on the wall...they also contained the same garbled lettering. The words were fine...she just didn’t know how to read them!

The shock of this realization brought a sudden spreading wetness from below. "No! No! No!" She shouted inside her mind. "Don’t pee your pants in front of everyone! Hold it in! Just hold it in...Uh, hold what in?" The breach in concentration was all it took, and there, standing before the entire class, Lisa laid all her cards down on the table.

The laughing and goofing off that the teacher was still fighting to get under control suddenly ground to a halt with the one humiliating question. "Eeeew! What’s that smell?"

In response to the girl’s query, a boy in the front row looked up, pointed, and shouted "Oh my God! Lisa just shat in her pants!"

The accusation was quickly confirmed by her red face and the yellow liquid running down her smooth, firm legs. The amused eyes, and the roar of laughter was like a blow to the stomach. She tried to hold it in, but this liquid also seemed to be unstoppable. Tears flowed down her cheeks and Lisa began to cry like a little baby.

"Quiet down! Quiet down this instant!" The teacher was madly banging her ruler on the desk, fighting a losing battle for control. And then suddenly...she stopped. Everybody stopped, and stared at Lisa in awe.

It was only a slight shimmer of light...but it was enough to leave Lisa standing there in nothing but a large disposable diaper. Out of pure reaction her arms flied up to cover her large, exposed breasts. But within moments, there was nothing left to cover up. Realizing what was happening to her, Lisa began to scream "No! No! I don’t want to be a baby again! I don’t want to be a baby again!" By the end of her exclamation the deep sexy voice was gone, and was now only the shrill cry of a ten year old.

She waddled as fast as she could towards the door. The diaper was shrinking along with her, but was still sporting the full load of her ealier...big girl accident, making it awkward to move in. In the end, none of that really mattered though.

Seven years old. "No, I don’t want to be a baby!" Six years old. "I’m a big girl, I’m a big girl!" Five years old. "I want my mommy! Somebody please call my mommy!" Four years old. "I’m sowwy! I’m sowwy!" Three years old, and nearing the door. "I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be a good girl!" Two years old, she fell to the floor, the diaper now too heavy to carry on her small weak legs. "Me don’t wanna be baby!" One year old. "Me no go poo poo!" Six months. "Agh moo bla WAAAAAA!"

Mary had watched the entire transformation in awe. It had worked! It had really, really worked! Her mind was jumping everywhere with excitement, and then slowly a wicked grin spread across her face like a rash as she realized what was happening to all the other kids right about now. She only wished she could be there to see it...

The End

Note : Tainted Sins later extended this short story’s setting in an eponyme collection called ’I’m Rubber and You’re Glue’, renaming this one part ’The Crybaby’ as the first chapter. You can find the others non AR/AP/Infantilist short chapters on the Changing Mirror forum.