Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 10
Motivated Salesmanship

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (10/16): Motivated Salesmanship and Cruel Transformations

A pleasant tone sounded in Stacy’s headset indicating that someone had just picked up on the other end. Holding one finger up to the friend she had been talking to, a gesture which meant to wait a moment, she began speaking happily into the mouthpiece. "Hello. This is Stacy Smith calling on behalf of A&R long distance services. May I please speak with the decision maker of the household?"

"This is he." The gruff voice replied, sounding fairly annoyed.

He didn’t sound too friendly, but at least he was a guy. Few straight men could resist her sweet seventeen year old voice, and girlish charms. And that’s the way she liked it. "Ohh hello Sir." She cooed into the phone. "I was just calling to see if I could save you some money on that big bad long distance bill of yours." Her tone bubbled with enthusiasm. She was really laying it on thick.

"Not interested." He answered dully, obviously not very impressed.

Stacy frowned. She did not like it when a guy wouldn’t let her lead him on. "You’re not interested in saving money?" She asked, sounding like a mother addressing a child that had just asked an idiotic question.

"No."

"Why not?"

"What?"

"Why don’t you want to save money?"

"Look, I really don’t want to get into this with you." His voice was raised. He was obviously starting to get angry.

"Come on Sir. Just give it a try. Please." Her tone had shifted to that of a child begging her parent for a new toy.

"Listen you little brat. I said I’m not interested and I meant it!"

Now it was Stacy’s turn to get mad. Where did this guy get off speaking to her like that?! "Listen you prickless asshole, you can’t talk to me like that!" She was practically screaming into the phone, causing several heads to turn her way. Luckily her supervisor happened to be on break at the moment.

"Those are some pretty big words for such a little girl." He said, causing a chill to run through her body which took a moment to recover from.

"Fuck you! I’m not a-" Stacy’s sentence fell short as she heard how high her voice had become. Looking down frightened, she watched as her breasts collapsed under her shirt. Her clothes seemed to get bigger, dwarfing her...but she knew it was she that was changing size and not her wardrobe. The years quickly faded away leaving behind only a scared six year old in oversized clothes.

"Little girl?" The voice on the other end asked, though she did not hear it too well since the headphones no longer fit on her head properly.

Everyone was staring. Stacy just sat there, staring down at herself in shock.

"Now I’m not sure exactly what kind of spoiled life you led before to turn you into such a brat, but we are going to fix that right now." The voice now seemed to be coming from inside her head rather than from the ear-pieces. "We are going to do a less sophisticated karma test here to see just how bad your next life is going to be. Everyone of your coworkers here is going to have the opportunity to spank your little behind. They won’t know anything except that you are being punished for past wrongs and that they may play a part in it. So whether they spank you or not will depend entirely on their opinion of you. Unknown to them, each slap on the rump will add a point to your bad karma account. When everyone has had their turn they will be made aware of this fact, and then have the opportunity to use those points to further their revenge on you if they see fit. For your sake Stacy, I sure hope you’ve made a lot of friends around here."

Stacy’s head was spinning. This had to be a dream, right? But if it were a dream it was much too realistic for her taste. Unable to stop herself, Stacy abandoned her clothing that no longer fit and began creeping up and down the rows of cubicles, offering herself up for revenge to everyone she came across. Actually she didn’t have to say anything, she would just stand there, her small naked frame shivering, and people would instantly be aware of the situation.

"Well, well, well." Larry said with a large smile. He was in the same grade as Stacy, but in a completely different class. To put it bluntly, he was a nerd. Several passes on his part had been made towards Stacy in the past, but the only thing that ever came from it was insulting rejections. "You aren’t such hot stuff now are you sweet cheeks?" He laughed, adjusting his large glasses.

The rest of the day was not very pleasant for Stacy. After Larry was through with her, her backside felt the wrath of ex-boyfriends, girls she had stolen boyfriends from, and older men she use to laugh at when she caught them trying to sneak a peak at her. Few people actually turned her down. Even a couple of the supposed friends she had been talking to before taking this call took a whack at her, and by the end of the day her little fanny was too sore to sit on.

As she stood in the middle of the call center, rubbing it, a man appeared before the employees and began to explain the situation. For some reason no one found any of this odd but Stacy. He began passing out menus with different forms of revenge listed on them and how much they cost. He explained that most of the items were too expensive for an individual to purchase, so they were going to have to form into groups and pool their resources.

No more sales calls were made at this time. The entire building shut down as everyone discussed and debated the fate of Stacy. Meanwhile the child simply stood there with a bewildered look on her face. She still couldn’t believe what was happening.

When things calmed down, and decisions finally started to be reached, the man reappeared and began taking orders. He started with the smaller groups first and then moved on up the chain to the power buyers.

"We’ll take flat chested." A group of boys called, causing Stacy to feel a strange sensation in her chest. Although nothing had changed on the immature six year old body, she realized that was probably now her problem. Nothing ever would change in regards to her chest size.

"Can we get an order of flatulence?" There was a rumbling in her stomach, she suddenly felt very bloated. And then a small fart escaped, followed by a larger one. This did not look too promising.

"Bedwetting over here." Another tingle in her lower region as the change took place.

"Fast growing facial and body hair."

"Acne."

"Laugh like a donkey."

The bids just kept coming!

"We’ll take obesity." Oh no! Now they were pulling out the big guns. Stacy looked down at her young nude form as it began to balloon out. Fat piled on and soon she was one very big kid.

"A double dose of stupidity. We want her dumb as a post." Suddenly Stacy felt her thoughts begin to slow down and her mind begin to cloud up. She tried to remember what she had been thinking before but she discovered that thinking was now a very hard thing to do. Not liking hard things she gave up on it and instead let out another loud fart and scratched her large rump.

The final purchase came from a group headed by her ex-boyfriend. "Lesbian." He said coldly. "We want her to know what it’s like to lust for beautiful women and not be able to get any."

Stacy didn’t know what "lesbian" meant, but she sure thought it was a funny word. Later in life, she wouldn’t find it so amusing.