The Dark Tomes

Chapter 2
Can't Buy Me Love

"Can’t Buy Me Love"

by Dark Oni

"It’s been fun but I really have to get going. I’ll call you." Denise said, walking away from the bar.

The man she’d been talking with nodded but held a disappointed look. He knew he wasn’t seeing her again.

It was a saturday night and the nightclub was busy. Working her way through the crowd Denise found her table and sat down next to her friend Margeret.

"Well, Denise, what was wrong with that one?"

"What a loser." Denise replied, brushing her long curly red hair off her shoulder. She was very attractive and had a body most men would, and a couple had actually offered, to kill for. "Some kind of cowboy or something. Drives a stupid pickup and works at a gas station. Total reject."

"Was he nice?" Margaret asked.

"Wha...? Who cares, he was a loser. L-o-s-e-r." Denise replied, her green eyes flashing angrily.

Margeret tilted her head down, allowed her dark bangs to fall across her forehead and sighed. "Hey, money isn’t everything D. Love’s important too."

"Love? Still believe in that, huh? Well, I’m about to turn thirty so I don’t have time for childish fantasies anymore. Just give me somebody who can provide for me. I want to be pampered." Denise preached.

"You know, you marry a guy just because he’s rich and you’re just going to become one of his possessions." Margaret warned.

"Who says I need to marry one? I wouldn’t mind being the mistress. Hidden away from the wife and showered with gifts. New clothes, jewlery and fine food. What more could a woman want?"

Margaret sighed again. It was pointless to talk to her friend when she was like this. "I’m going home. You coming?"

"What’s the matter? Search for love not going so well?" Denise mocked, receiving a glare from her friend. "Geez, don’t take it like that. I think your ideas are cute."

"Goodbye D. Catch you tomorrow. Let me know if you grow up." Margaret huffed before walking away.

"Whatever." Denise muttered, and worked on her long island iced tea. Another hour passed along with two more rejected suitors before Denise considered calling a cab and going home.

It was then a man approached her table. He was quite handsome and wore a black goatee along with a very stylish grey Italian suit. Denise knew what it was worth in an instant.

"May I sit down?" the man asked.

"Oh, certainly. My name’s Denise."

"A beautiful name my nymph. I am Daniel. I was wondering if you would like to talk." And talk they did. The more Denise found out the happier she got. Daniel was some kind of ’purchaser of valuable things’ for a major corporation and needless to say he was quite rich.

He also seemed to know her better than any man she’d ever met. It was uncanny, almost as if he could read her mind.

There was a time when Denise would have been wary of such a boon but after her earlier conversation with Margaret and the amount of alcohol in her system, she was more than happy to get into Daniel’s Jaguar and ride to his hotel.

Denise sat in a cushy chair in the hotel’s presidential suite and stretched her body. She had just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a soft robe. She looked down at her partially exposed breasts proudly, remembering how much Daniel had enjoyed them.

They’d made love into the wee hours of the AM and it had been wonderful. He was good, and a bit kinky too. It had seemed like he was testing her and she’d been more than happy to oblige.

Taking a sip of champange Denise noticed the bottle was almost empty. Sinking into the cushions she wiggled her toes in the soft plush of the carpet and purred, "Oh yes, I could get used to this."

"Good to see you’re enjoying yourself." Daniel said from the bathroom door.

Denise was slightly started but smiled upon seeing her lover attired as she was.

"How could I not. You are a most, generous host." she said silkily, hoping to impress him with her nonchalance.

Daniel walked over, gave her a long kiss and sat down across from her. "You like this don’t you? Expensive surroundings, fine drink, being taken care of."

"My, you’ve read my mind." Denise smiled.

"What would you say to me if I said that could be yours forever?"

Denise looked a bit shocked and gulped down the champange in her mouth. "You can’t be asking me to marry you?" she asked.

Daniel smiled and politely shook his head. "No, no. That would be impossible. What I’m suggesting is more, unofficial, in nature. I can assure you however, you would be well taken care of."

Rolling the champange glass in her fingers Denise mulled her thoughts for a moment. Finally, someone was offering to take her away from her dreary existence and into the world of luxury she so richly deserved. Dreams of fine clothing and jewlery danced in her head. Hiding her excitement she said, "Why not? I don’t see any harm in trying something new."

"Wonderful. I have to ask though, to make things official. Denise Williams, will you be mine?"

Denise chuckled at his formality then smiled and said "Definately."

Her grin was returned. "That’s all I needed to hear."

Instantly Denise felt a wave of nausea and an intense tingling. Wavering a bit she looked at Daniel and let loose a small laugh. "The alchohol must be catching up with me. I’m a bit tipsy." she said, her sentence ending in a higher pitch than it had started.

She shifted in her chair and watched in a detached manner as her robe slipped off her shoulders, revealing two small, pert breasts where moments before a pair of mature bossoms had resided. Her head spinning Denise stared as her breasts slowly melted into her chest, her once large nipples dissolving into a pair of pink dots.

"Heehee, that’s funny." the disoriented child squeaked, before looking up at her friend and happily stating, "Oh, my voice sounds funny!" A high pitched giggling rapidly followed as the ever shrinking child swung her oversized sleeves and kicked her dangling feet.

Denise joyfully fell into a drunken haze, her small body unable to handle what she’d consumed as an adult. She laughed again as everything around her continued to grow. Just before she blacked out, surrounded by her tent sized robe, she saw a giant Daniel smiling down at her.

It was pitch black when Denise awoke. The first thing she noticed was her pounding head. Hangovers were no fun. The thing she noticed was that she had almost no clothes on. She could feel cold air hitting her bare skin.

As she moved a bit she felt something wrapped around her waist. Gently touching it she discovered it felt like plastic and was soft. She also noticed she was on her back, strapped into what felt like a recliner.

Anger very quickly replaced fear as Denise pieced together what she could remember. "What a rotten weasel." she thought. She was sure Daniel had drugged her. In fact she still seemed to be affected, her hands hard to control and her body feeling all wrong.

"When I get my hands on that bastard, he’s going to pay." she thought.

In that instant darkness turned to blinding light. Denise could hear the murmur of a crowd as her eyes tried to focus. The first blurry image that came to her caused her lids to close again.

"No, that isn’t possible!" she screamed in her head. Unfortunately for Denise, the second look wasn’t any better. She was in a humongous room that was filled with various individuals, all of whom seemed too big. Worse of all, standing above her, dressed in an attractive blue evening gown, was a woman who had to be fifty feet tall.

The giant brunette smiled down at her and said sweetly, "Sorry to wake you honey, but you’re up."

With that the woman reached down, unbuckled the strap and lifted Denise into her arms.

Denise was frantic. She simply couldn’t believe what was going on. Looking back she saw that she’d been laying in a baby carrier. A cold fear ran though her as she looked down and saw her flat chest and round tummy. She wasn’t surprised to see she was wearing a disposable diaper to boot.

She was gently placed on a blanket in the middle of the room, surrounded by the small crowd. The more she stared at her surroundings the more terrified she became. When she felt her diaper suddenly becoming warm and soggy it was too much for her to take and she began to cry like the baby she was.

A voice boomed above her. "Now, our next item for bid is of the sextoy variety. As you can see the little dear has a built in age regression spell so that when she is not in use she is very easy to care for and to transport."

A bit of the message filtered through to Denise’s consciousness. "Sextoy? Spell? What the hell is going on?!"

A man in a tuxedo and holding a microphone walked into her view. "Now, we don’t expect you to purchase anything sight unseen." the man said. Pausing he held a small crystal between his fingers and rose it above his head. In a moment the crystal glowed blue.

Denise’s little body was still racked with sobs as she felt that tingle again. The room quickly seemed to get smaller as she felt her diaper tighten then suddenly pop open. Glancing down at her body she watched in awe as her torso stretched, the baby fat disappearing. Her legs grew long and thin as her growing feet were pushed across the blanket in front of her.

Within seconds hair started to grow on her private area and her nipples rose from her chest, her breasts rapidly inflating behind them. Denise was still in shock when the tingling stopped, leaving her fully grown and fully naked in a room full of strangers.

"As you can see she is very attractive in her own right, but upgrades can always be made." the man said, and the crystal glowed again.

Denise was shifting uncomfortably on the wet diaper beneath her when she felt a tingling in her breasts. She gasped as she watched her already ample breasts grow to twice their size. She quickly covered the jiggling things and bent her legs under her ass to better hide her modesty.

"What’s going on?" she whimpered, but was ignored.

"Of course, for those of you with different tastes...." The crystal glowed again and the mounds Denise was covering melted away. Looking down in shock she saw her chest was now flat as a board.

"Hair color can be changed as well. Also, an added option allows her mass to be lowered or raised while keeping whatever features are in place. This is definately a possession I know many of you would prize." the man finished.

The crystal glowed again and Denise’s breasts returned to their normal size. "Now, shall we start the bidding at one hundred thousand?"

Still very shaken Denise managed to focus her anger and shouted, "No! I’m not a toy, I’m a human being! Let me go!" Despite her nakedness the redhead rose to her feet. She’d had some martial arts training and was sure she could get the crystal if she moved quickly enough.

Before the man could react Denise grabbed him by the arm and kicked him in the groin. An instant later however, Denise felt a pain unlike any she’d ever experienced before, centered around her crotch. She fell to her knees as the man smiled above her.

"A fiesty one isn’t she? How much fun she will be to break! Or course, she is enchanted with normal defense spells. Any damage she inflicts to the holder of the control crystal is passed to her." Denise moaned upon hearing that, realizing that she’d just found out what being kicked in the balls felt like.

"Still, perhaps she should be taught a lesson." The crowd murmured in response and some clapping could be heard. "A demonstration then, of other options." the man decided.

Denise had managed to return to her feet when she felt a tingling again. She suddenly felt very weak and her balance seemed to disappear. She wobbled a bit before giving way to gravity and plopping down on her ass. The force of the blow hurt her much more than she’d expected and she began to involuntarily sniffle.

"I have now reduced her motor skills, strength and emotional responses to that of a toddler." the man explained, before bending over her. "You’ve been a very naughty girl Denise. You must be taught a lesson."

Denise’s body again tingled and the room seemed to grow. She looked down at herself, expecting some kind of change but her adult body stayed the same. It took a couple of seconds to realize she was just shrinking this time. When the tingling stopped she could see the man was twice the size he’d been before. She realized that meant she had to be half her normal size, probably under three feet she thought miserably.

She started crying again before the man picked her up and laid her across his lap. Her feet dangled off the floor on one side as her breasts did the same on the other. She continued to sniffle as she awaited what she knew was coming and then flinched when she felt the man’s large fingers slowly brush along her still ample behind. She could feel them making circles on her skin before they plummeted between her legs. A shocked look came to her eyes as the man began to rub her off.

As Denise embarassingly began to enter the realm of pleasure the man calmly explained the situation to the crowd. "Now, her sexual senses have been heightened so unless you want her to orgasm too quickly you’ll have to go slowly."

Denise swallowed hard as she felt the man’s fingers do their work. She was mortified at being treated like this. It was almost as if he was explaining the care of a pet. Still, as upset as she was she couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt. Just as she was sure she was about to climax the fingers stopped.

"Noooooo." she weakly whined, more upset now that he’d stopped then that he’d started.

"Almost got carried away." the man laughed. "Now, a punishment is always more effective when pleasure is first taken away." Without warning he began to spank her.

When the first blow smacked her bare bottom she squealed in anquish and began to kick her legs furiously. The pain was incredible and she was in no state to handle it.

Above the steady whacks the man’s voice could be heard. "Any pain inflicted on her is magnified by three which will make punishments very effective."

After about twenty blows, and a lot of screaming, the man stopped and stood Denise on the ground to face him. Her eyes were red and her nose was running as she sobbed heavily.

"Now little girl, are you going to behave?"

Denise looked miserably at the giant man and mustering her courage said, "No. Please. I don’t wanna be a sextoy. I just wanna go home. Please let me go."

"It’s too late for crying now my dear. Anyway, according to your purchaser, this is what you asked for. All of these people are very rich and will take good care of you. You should be happy."

Denise stared back at him in horror. After a moment she began to pout and she stamped her feet on the gound in a tamtrum before screaming, "But I don’t wanna be a toy! I wanna be loved! I wan...I wa...aaa....gaaa..gaaa..googee. Goo? Gee! Gaagee! Ah..ahwahahah." Denise broke down into tears as she realized she could no longer speak as an adult.

"My goodness, what a whiner." the man joked, receiving some laughter in response.

As Denise cried her toddlerlike emotions rushed through her and caused a pit of despair to form in her stomach. A moment later she felt a trickling sensation on her leg as warm urine streamed out of her.

Noticing the puddle on the floor the man motioned to the woman in the blue dress and she approached quickly, a diaper and white bonnet already in her hand. Denise quickly found her tiny adult body being laid on the ground as another disposable was placed under her. She tried to put up a fight but it was pointless and she only succeeded in receiving another smack.

The giant woman then efficiently wiped Denise clean and powdered her, holding her ankles together and raising her ass off the ground in order to reach under it. Leaving Denise bared to the room the woman then tied the bonnet around her head and fluffed her curly red hair around her shoulders. Finally she closed the diaper and taped it shut, stretching the plastic tightly around Denise’s hips. Denise then found herself effortlessly lifted into the air and seated on the giant man’s leg. Her bare legs straddled his as her tiny feet dangled off the ground.

"Annette, could you please get her something to drink?" The woman nodded and walked quickly to the table.

"Now, as I said before, shall we start the bidding at one hundred thousand for this fine item?" he asked, rubbing one of Denise’s nipples until it became hard.

As the bidding began Annette returned and before Denise could see what was happening, stuck a warm bottle of milk in her mouth. Despite trying not to Denise found herself suckling on the bottle’s nipple, warm milk flooding into her mouth.

Annette smiled warmly as she held the bottle in place and played with Denise’s breasts. "Don’t worry little one." she whispered. "It’s really not so bad. You get used to it and the benefits can be great."

Almost as if on cue the man began to bounce Denise on his leg. She immediately felt jolts of pleasure as the soft diaper was pushed and rubbed against her privates and her breasts bounced. It wasn’t long before Denise, dressed only in a diaper and baby bonnet, drinking from a baby’s bottle and bounced on a man’s knee, had the greatest orgasm of her life. Her pleasure was so complete that she didn’t even hear the price of the final bid.

An half an hour later Denise laid in her carrier, still in possession of an adult body but now infant sized. Her motor skills were that of an infant as well, which was why she had no hope of unlatching the strap that held her. She looked down at the diaper she wore in despair. This wasn’t the type of pampering she’d wanted.

Before she could contemplate her fate further a familiar face entered her field of view. Angrily she spouted, "GAA! GOO! Pffth!"

"Such language. Is that any way to greet a friend?" Daniel laughed.

"GAA! GAA!"

"Calm down my dear, I come bearing gifts." With that Daniel reached forward and popped a pink pacifier into Denise’s mouth, muffling her cries. He then placed a pink rattle in her hand which she somehow couldn’t help but grab. As she desperately tried to release it she only succeeded in shaking it. Denise squirmed, realizing how much the helpless baby woman she had to look.

"Don’t be so embarrassed. Look on the bright side, your clothes will always be new." he said, indicating her disposable diaper. "You’ll have plenty of colorful trinkets to play with." he added, tapping her rattle. "And, you’ll always have a full tummy of milk!" he finished, rubbing her stomach with his hand. "Why, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted." he laughed, mocking her.

"Neville, you old rascal! How are you?" a voice boomed. Walking into Denise’s view was the dark haired man who had bought her. Her new master.

"I’m wonderful Mr. Peterson. Are you happy with your purchase?" Daniel Neville asked.

Peterson reached down and pinched Denise on the cheek. "This little cutey? She’s perfect. She does need to be taught a few lessons but that’s the fun part isn’t it? You found a gem this time."

"Thank you sir." Neville responded and winked at Denise. "Perhaps I’ll have to visit sometime soon."

"You do that!" Peterson said, and waved goodbye to Mr. Neville.

Denise, for her part, felt her despair drop to new depths.

Margaret walked briskly down the sidewalk, trying to make it back to work in time after her lunch. She was annoyed with Denise. Her friend hadn’t called her in two days and hadn’t shown up at their normal meeting spot for lunch either. Margaret figured the little brat was still pouting over not being able to find someone worthy of her.

As she walked by a hotel Margaret saw a nurse wheeling a stroller, inside it was the cutest baby she’d ever seen. The little darling had short red curls peeking out under her white bonnet and a pink pacifier planted firmly in her mouth.

Margaret couldn’t resist stopping and cooing at the child. "Ohh, you are so cute!" she exclaimed.

Little Denise waved her arms in desperation, hoping against reason that her friend would recognize her. Instead Margaret laughed at her antics and began to tickle her under the chin.

"Getting along with my daughter." Mr. Peterson asked.

"Quite well actually." Margaret said. "I bet she’s in for a life of pampering. I’ve got a friend who would probably envy her."

"Really my dear, and what about you?"

Standing up Margaret sighed and said "Oh, I’m pretty happy the way things are to tell the truth, though winning the lottery wouldn’t be a bad thing. Ha, ha. Anyway, gotta run now, work awaits."

With that Margaret waved a final goodbye to the baby and left. The last thing she noticed was how strangely sad the adorable child looked.

The End.

 

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