Party Training

Chapter 1
Party Training

"Party Training"

By Dark Oni

"Control is only an illusion we have until reality steps in."

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"Molly no!" Pam Miller yelled as she picked up her three year old daughter. She swiftly pulled down Molly’s plastic pants, cloth diaper and white tights as she seated the child on her potty chair. The diaper was damp but Pam was satisfied to hear the tinkle of urine as it hit the bucket.

"Molly. Mommy told you to use the potty if you felt you had to go. Why won’t you listen to mommy?" Pam admonished.

"No wanna use potty. Wanna use dipey!" her daughter answered back, as the toddler attempted to get off the chair.

"Molly Miller you will sit on that chair until mommy tells you to get off or your bottom will get very red. Is that understood?!" Pam spoke seriously.

"Yeth mommy." the toddler quietly whispered.

Pam sighed as she pushed some of her curly long auburn hair back from her face. When she’d told her friends she would take care of Molly herself she’d thought it was going to be easy. Instead it had turned out to be a full time job. She never should have fired the nanny.

Pamela Miller walked to her closet, which was right next to the master bedroom bathroom that Molly was in. She kept an eye on her daughter who was dressed in a little dark blue sailor outfit that went well with her short dark brown hair. When the child looked like she was getting up Pam yelled, "Molly!" and she plopped back down.

Still dressed in her slip Pam looked through her closet, trying to find something for the party that nobody had seen before. Being one of the city’s upper crust she had her responsibilities to fashion after all. She’d dressed Molly for the party first to save time and kept her in the bedroom to make sure she stayed presentable. The little hellion could get into trouble in the blink of an eye.

She sighed again. All her life she’d thought having a daughter would be so much fun. She’d always planned on dressing Molly up in the cutest things and then when she was older Pam had looked forward to teaching her daughter to be a woman. Unfortunately, it was a lot of hard work! That was something a sophisticated woman like Pam just would not tolerate. Work was for the little people.

"I just wish she would grow up!" Pam said aloud.

There was a ’poof’ and a flash behind her. Turning she saw a man in a grey goatee and a very stylish suit. Of course she screamed.

The man snapped his fingers and the sound coming from Pam’s mouth ceased.

"Madam, please. I am not here to hurt you. I am here to fulfill your wishes." the man said and snapped his fingers again.

Pam stared in horror at the man but finally managed to say, "Who, who are you?"

The man bowed to her and said, "You may call me Mr. Neville. I am a representative of a consortium of magic users who like to offer their services to the more wealthy individuals of our society. In short, I can supply you with items to fulfill your wishes, at a price." He grinned at the last part of the statement.

Having calmed down Pam became serious. "Money is no object. My husband has plenty. Why haven’t I heard of this ’service’ before?"

"We like to remain discreet. For obvious reasons. Even our spells are hidden. You know the Henderson girl? The one who won that beauty contest a couple of months ago?" Mr. Neville asked.

When Pam nodded he continued, "Well, up until a few months ago she was quite the ugly duckling. You knew her then but after the spell you thought the way she looked was natural, just like everybody. Having multiple mages can have it’s advantages."

Pam gasped. "So, I really can make Molly older?" she asked.

"Simple." Neville said. "Now how old would you like her?"

Pam’s thoughts were interrupted as she saw Molly walk up behind the man. She’d apparently ditched her diaper and tights and now was dripping on the carpet.

"Mommy. Who’s da man?" she asked.

"Molly! I told you not to get off that potty! Now mommy is mad!" Pam said as she angrily grabbed her daughter’s arm and smacked her across her bottom a few times. The crying toddler was promptly returned to her seat.

Staying in the bathroom this time Pam looked back at Neville who was wearing a bemused expression on his face. She was sick of dealing with a toddler. She wanted her daughter old enough to do what she was told.

Not completely thinking things through Pam said, "Can you make her sixteen? That way I can show her off to my friends as one of the girls."

"Do you want your husband to know what is going on?" Neville asked.

"No. That man never takes an interest in her anyway. This is for me." Pam answered.

Neville then held out his hand and into it popped a baby’s bottle. After saying a few unintelligible words the bottle glowed a bit and he handed it to Pam.

"Feed this to Molly and you’ll get what you want." he said.

Pam looked at the bottle a bit skeptically. "This isn’t some kind of trick is it?"

"Madam! You insult me! Do I look like a fairy to you? That bottle will do what you ask. Once done the wish is what you make of it. Your account will be instantly charged of course. If you aren’t satisfied with the results just call my name. Good day and good luck." he finished and then vanished in a flash of light.

Pam looked at the bottle and smiled. Leaving it on the counter she picked Molly’s diaper and pants off the floor and took the child off the potty without a word. She then pulled the diaper back onto her baby to prevent any further accidents. She was glad she’d never have to deal with diapers again.

"I sowwy mommy." Molly said as Pam lifted her into her arms.

"It’s okay honey. Here, mommy’s got a bottle for you." Pam said, lifting it to Molly’s lips.

Molly squirmed and turned her face away from the nipple. "No want!" she cried

"Drink Molly or mommy will spank again!" Pam said sternly. She really was tired of this.

Molly obeyed and started to drink from the bottle. After a few seconds Pam noticed her daughter seemed heavy. Looking closely she could tell that Molly’s features had changed slightly. She was getting older! Molly’s dress rode higher on her body revealing her bellybutton and her plastic pants looked a little snug on her.

Pam placed Molly on the ground where she sat and continued to drink from the bottle. Molly quickly passed five and rose in age and size. When she reached eight or nine the little dress, which looked like a tiny top at this point, stretched to it’s limit and tore down the seam in the back. Fortunately the white plastic pants continued to stretch with her.

As Molly entered puberty the dress simply could take no more and ripped apart as only a very stretched collar and sleeves remained on her. Pam watched in awe as her daughter’s nipples puffed out then grew into bumps and finally breasts. When her daughter stopped growing Pam guessed she would have to buy her some B cups. She also noticed that her daughter’s short brown hair still made her look cute despite her body.

A sixteen year old Molly looked up at her mother, took the bottle out of her mouth and said, "Awl done mommy." She then stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on that.

A shocked Pam was about to scream for Neville when her daughter began to glow. It only lasted for a short time and as soon as it stopped Molly’s face took on a confused expression. Pulling her thumb from her mouth she looked down at her body and spoke. "Cool! I’m all grown up!"

"Molly? Are you okay?" Pam asked.

"Yeah mom. I’m fine." she said. Covering her chest she looked a bit sheepish and asked, "Um, mom? Could you like, get me a towel or something? I’m feeling a bit, um, ’embarrassed’ is the word right?"

"Oh. Certainly. Here’s my robe." Pam said, handing the garment to her daughter. "So, honey, how do you know big words like that?"

"I dunno. It’s just there. Kinda like a picture book. I thought about how I felt and the word was there. Never felt that way before though." she explained then giggled. "Kinda funny actually. I mean, I never feel that way when you pull my diapers down." A frown then came to Molly’s face. "Um, mom? You won’t be doing that anymore will you?"

Pam laughed. "No honey, that’s all behind you now. Why don’t you get ready for the party?"

"Awesome! I get to play dress up too!" Molly exclaimed as she rose and ran into the closet.

Pam was amazed at the transformation of her daughter. She really hadn’t known whether to believe the strange man or not. Now she was convinced.

Listening to the giggling that emanated from her closet however, Pam wasn’t quite sure what to make of things. Her daughter had the knowledge of a teenager but emotionally she still seemed to be acting like a toddler.

She saw a white object flash though the air from the closet and land in the bathroom with a wet plop. "Stupid diaper! That feels so much better." Pam heard her daughter say.

"Well, at least she’s out of those." Pam mumbled.

Suddenly, Molly jumped out of the closet and held a black dress in front of her. "Ooooo, perfect. I’m going to wear this mom." she said.

"No honey. That’s the dress I was planning to wear." Pam explained.

"But mommmm." Molly whined as she stomped her foot. "I want to wear it. It’ll show off my body really well. There are plenty of dresses in there for you."

Pam was slightly taken back by her daughter’s comment but realized Molly hadn’t meant to insult her. "Molly, I said no."

"But I want to!" Molly repeated, stomping her feet to each word. She was frowning and seemed ready to cry.

A tantrum from a sixteen year old girl was the last thing Pam wanted to deal with so she quickly said, "Alright, alright. You can wear the dress."

Molly immediately brightened, hugged her mom and burst out, "Thanks mom. You’re the best." She then asked, "Oh, could you help me with my makeup too? I really want to impress some boys at the party. Now that I know what to do with them of course."

Pam stared at her daughter in stunned shock as Molly returned to the bathroom. Her voice came to Pam before the door shut. "I’m going to take a shower first though. I’m not exactly feeling fresh right now."

Pam’s mind began to race. "Makeup? Boys?! She’s not ready for that! Heck, I’m really not ready for that." she thought. Suddenly she screamed, "Neville!!"

"You bellowed ma’am?" Mr. Neville’s voice said from behind her.

"You bet your magical ass I did!" Pam yelled at him. "What did you do to my daughter?"

"I believe we did exactly as you asked. She is now physically and intellectually sixteen years of age." he stated.

"But she’s acting like she’s a child." Pam argued.

"That is because she is a child. We can give her the information but until she gains the experience she will act as she does now."

"Can’t you just wave your hand and give her the experience?" Pam demanded.

"Madam, we are not omnipotent. The only way we could do that would be to infuse her mind with someone else’s experiences which would cause quite the identity crisis. We aren’t saints but we don’t play around with a person’s personality. It’s just wrong." Neville replied, looking insulted.

"Okay, okay. I don’t get it though, she knew she should feel embarrassed when she was naked but she didn’t know a tantrum wasn’t acceptable? How does THAT work?"

"Simple. She’s never had breasts to hide before. Under those circumstances it is easy to connect a feeling of modesty to her new features. Tantrums, however, she has thrown. With success it would seem." Neville said. Upon seeing Pam’s glare he added, "Don’t worry, it will take a few years but she’ll grow out of it."

"A few years! With that body?! I am not going to deal with that. This was supposed to make things easier for me." Pam stated before shouting, "Neville, fix this!"

"It will cost extra." he said.

"I don’t care!"

"Well then, perhaps if your daughter were a younger age it would be easier for you to teach her the right way to do things." Neville suggested.

"Fine. But give me something with more options than a bottle this time in case I run into more ’problems’." she growled.

Neville sighed and reached behind his back. After closing his eyes for a few seconds his hand returned with what looked like a handheld hairdryer.

"Just input the desired age and ’shoot’ your intended target." he said.

"Wonderful." Pam said as she took the device. "Why does it look....?"

"What would you prefer? Something that has ’Magical Age Changing Device’ engraved into it?" he replied sarcastically.

Before Pam could snap a response back she heard the shower shut off and turned to look in the direction of the bathroom. When she returned her attention to Neville he was gone.

With a huff she walked towards the bathroom door. She set the digital readout at eight years, thinking that would be a good age. She hoped that after a few months Molly would be ready to be a little older.

Molly opened the door and walked out wearing the robe. She looked quickly at herself in the full length mirror then frowned. Noticing her mother was pointing something at her she looked at Pam. Immediately Molly brightened and plucked the device from Pam’s hand. "Thanks mom. I need a hair dryer." she said, looking at the controls.

"Molly, give that back." Pam said in shock as she reached desperately for the device.

Molly backed away at her mother’s approach, pointing the device in Pam’s direction. In the same instant Pam grabbed the device, causing Molly to accidentally pull the trigger.

A beam shot from the device, engulfing Pam in a red glow. Molly looked at her in fear for a moment and then an expression of understanding took her face. Pulling away from her mother Molly ran into the center of the bedroom.

Pam was thirty eight and had kept herself in good shape since her pregnancy. A face lift hadn’t hurt things either. Even so, when she looked at herself in the mirror she was shocked at how young she looked. It looked like she was in her twenties! After a couple more seconds she realized she was into her teen years. Her face rapidly thinned, her eyes seeming to become more innocent. The slip she was wearing started to hang on her, allowing her pert breasts to peek over the top.

Pam was transfixed at the sight of her breasts retreating backward in time as they melted back into her chest. The large nipples followed suit as they shrank and flattened into two pink dots. Her thinning body, already devoid of it’s former womanly curves, finally became too small to support the slip as the white fabric slid down to puddle on the floor. Her panties immediately followed.

When Pam looked again at her face she saw a very adorable, very frightened little girl staring back at her. Then she started to glow.

All she really noticed about her loss of knowledge was that her world seemed smaller. She still knew who she was and remembered the events of her life, it was just she fully didn’t understand the details anymore.

She blushed and grabbed a towel from the rack to cover herself when she remembered that Molly was still in the room. She turned and walked towards her daughter.

"Molly, gimmie the device." she squeaked, the pitch of her voice causing her to cringe.

"Or what? You’ll spank me? Don’t think so little girl." Molly replied.

"Molly, listen to mommy. I only want to help you." Pam responded.

"Help me be little you mean. I know so much now. I’m not giving that up." Molly stated.

"You don’t understand." Pam whined. To be honest, SHE really didn’t understand but she was trying. "The way you are is bad. We need to fix it."

"I feel fine!" Molly shouted, losing her temper. "You just want to make me little again so you can push me around and tell me what to do! Well I’m bigger than you now and I’m in charge." Molly seemed close to tears as she finished. She smiled again when she looked at the device in her hand.

"Um, honey. Put the hairdryer down." Pam said nervously.

When Pam saw her daughter fiddling with the controls she understandably panicked. "Neville! Neville!!" she screamed but the mage didn’t appear.

With a wide grin Molly pointed the device at her mother and fired. Pam had turned to run and the beam caught her right in the back dropping her to her hands and knees. She watched in horror as her hands became smaller and chubbier. The towel she wore seemed huge and she rolled onto her back in an attempt to escape from it but only managed to entangle herself further.

She then felt large hands pulling her from the towel and lifting her naked body rapidly into the air. She screamed a baby’s cry when she saw the gigantic smiling face of her daughter. This time she didn’t notice the glow that took the remainder of her knowledge.

"Oh, don’t cry Pammy. I only made you three, just like I was. You can be my little sister. I’m going to have so much playing with you and dressing you up. It’ll be great!" Molly beamed.

Pam wasn’t listening; she was too busy crying in horror. She was so frantic in fact that she had an accident.

"Pammy no!" Molly yelled as the urine trickled down the toddler’s leg. Within seconds she had the girl on the potty chair in the bathroom. "Now Pammy, you stay there until I tell you to get up." Molly said grinning. She was in charge now and she knew just what to do.

"No wanna! I mommy!" the toddler screamed as she tried to get up.

Molly held her down and said, "No Pammy. You will stay or Molly will spank! Do you understand?"

The fear on Pam’s face was evident as her situation became clear. Instead of answering she bawled her eyes out. She did stay seated however.

"Good girl." Molly said happily. "Now I have to get ready for that party. You stay until I get back."

Molly started towards the closet but stopped and went to the bed to look once again at the device. Picking it up she asked herself, "Now what can I do with this?"

With a flash of light Neville appeared next to her. "It can be rented."

Molly jumped back and pointed the device at the man. "Don’t move!"

"My dear, please. Spare me." With a snap of his fingers the device glowed for a split second, disappeared from her hands and appeared in his.

"Oh no. Don’t shoot mister. I’m sorry." Molly pleaded.

"Don’t worry Miss. This account is settled. We just want the device back." Neville explained.

"You mean, you aren’t going to change me back?" Molly asked hopefully.

"Whatever for? As I explained to your mother, what one does with the wish is up to them. Seeing as how she no longer has legal access to Mr. Miller’s accounts she is no longer a customer of ours. She really should have included her husband in the spell; he may have changed her back." Neville stated nonchalantly. "Of course, at sixteen you do have an account of your own now and could change her back if you like."

Molly stared at the man for a moment before hearing "Nooooo! Not want this! Mowly! Turn me bak!" Little Pammy had left the bathroom to insert herself into the conversation and was now dripping urine on the bedroom rug.

Molly smiled. "I’ll think about it, but right now I have to take care of my little sister." Turning her attention to Pammy she yelled "Pammy! I told you not to get off that potty!" Grinning widely Molly grabbed her little mother by the arm and smacked her loudly across her bottom.

As she dragged her crying mother back to the bathroom Molly decided she should ask her daddy to hire a nanny. She really didn’t feel like taking care of a toddler after all. Instead, she was looking forward to fun things like that party. Happily, she also realized her mother wouldn’t be needing that dress anymore.

The End.

Copyright by Dark Oni.

February, 1999.

 

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