Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 11
Locker-Room Mayhem

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (11/16): Locker-Room Mayhem

It had not been a good year for Bernard the gnome and his pet ogre Bonk. Out of all the towns and cities to choose from, why did he have to pick Sunnydale? All that work down the drain because of that meddling Slayer...Buffy. Well he would soon show her! It had only been a few months since his master plan had been foiled, and already he had come up with a second master plan that was even better than the first! Unfortunately, master plans tended to cost a lot of money...which was something he was currently out of.

But his luck had not completely run out. He still had all the supplies and equipment he had used to create the magical bottled water of youth in the first place, and he was sure if he played his cards right he would soon have more than enough cash to take another stab at the Slayer.

And so, with what little money he had left, (plus a few extra dollars Bonk had managed to shake out of fellow travelers) Bernard opened a small shop in the mall of a small town, far away from Sunnydale. "Bernard the Gnome’s Fantastical Transformation Potions and Elixirs." Was the name of the quaint little shop. And luckily for him, he had just happened to choose a town that was full of revenge-hungry teenagers.

"It is difficult to cheer on a team when you know they just aren’t trying." Quoted the paper of a local high school.

"Maybe we would be more motivated if our cheerleaders weren’t such skanks." The flame war between the senior basketball team and their assigned cheerleaders had been going on for several months now. A long lasting losing streak had put both players and fans alike in a grouchy mood which had continued to grow more heated with each passing loss. No one could remember who had started the feud, and no one really cared. The other students of the school had long ago decided that if they couldn’t enjoy a good fight on the basketball court, they might as well enjoy one in the hallways.

But as the insults got nastier and nastier it really started to get on some of the girls’ nerves. Some of the players who had dated some of the cheerleaders before this whole thing started had even gone so far as to reveal some deeply personally secrets the girls had shared with them. The school newspaper had become a tabloid and everyone involved was beginning to get a taste of what bothered the stars so much.

Several of the cheerleaders were walking through the mall on a Saturday afternoon, trying to come up with a way to end this brutal battle. Of course none of them were ready to apologize and just ask to bury the hatchet. They all agreed the better method was to do something so terrible to the players that they wouldn’t dare mess with them further. It was around that time that one of the girls noticed the strange new store that had just opened up...

Monday’s practice had gone much better than usual. The shots started going in, the rebounds came, and everyone seemed to start coming out of their slump. Even the coach was excited for the first time since the losing streak began.

All the boys seemed confident as they abandoned their clothes and hit the showers. Of course the main topic of conversation was how they finally would be able to shut the cheerleaders up.

"Man, once we start winning again those chicks are going to look like such airheads." David said with a laugh as the warm water pouring down on him began to do more than just clean him off.

"They’ll be the villains of the school. Everyone will realize the losing streak was caused by a lack of motivation...which is the cheerleaders’ department."

At first the changes weren’t too noticeable. Wandering eyes were not taken kindly too in the locker-room and the steam that clouded the air served to block out any random glances. So when the eighteen year old jocks started losing muscle tone and maturity, no one seemed to realize they were back to being seventeen.

"Those girls sure gave us hell. But in the end they were no match for real men like us." The noise of the flowing water was enough to drown out the slight change in pitch of his voice.

The effect of losing yet another year was a bit more drastic. Height was lost as well as physical fitness and in some cases hair was beginning to thin out in certain areas. By fifteen it was obviously not a locker-room full of men any longer.

"Those dumb girls aren’t even going to know what hit them." Everyone suddenly froze. Running water or not, the change in voice was now dreadfully apparent.

The fourteen year olds all stared at each other in terror. Young skinny bodies, dangling limbs, smaller...body parts. It was a nightmare! They had been the tough guys at the school...able to push anyone around who happened to annoy them. Now even the scrawniest geeks could probably take them on. And it didn’t seem to be stopping there.

"What’s happening?" The voice of a thirteen year old cracked. Now things really started to get interesting as the former jocks started falling into the wrong end of puberty. All body hair was lost, penises shrunk even further.

"It’s the water!" One of the twelve year olds shrieked, causing a stampede of sixth graders to go running out of the showers.

Towels were grabbed and fought over. The eleven year olds worked desperately to dry their small bodies off. As it turned out, however, this particular spell already had a predetermined age set on it. Once exposed to the magical liquid, there really wasn’t anything you could do.

"Make it stop!" The high pitched voice of a ten year old whined. Several of them burst into tears as they all continued to try and get the tainted water off them.

"I don’t want to be a kid again!" One nine year old protested, but none of them seemed to have a choice in the matter. After reaching eight years old, just on the boarder of seven, it took them a few moments to realize the regression had stopped.

Many of those who had not started crying yet did so when they got a good look at themselves in the mirror. Only minutes ago they had been a group of strapping young men, the choice picks of the local gene pool. Now they were just a locker-room full of pathetic sniveling children.

Suddenly the door flew open and the cheerleader team -still in their outfits from their own practice- came bouncing in.

"Hello guys." Jennifer, the head cheerleader said with a wicked smile. Then glancing down at the small dangling stubs, many of which were still exposed, she added "Or I suppose now it is boys, isn’t it?" She smirked.

Many blushing faces resulted from her comment as little hands cupped over pint sized penises. "How did you do this to us?" David asked trying to sound threatening, but watching the nude little boy standing there trying to cover up whatever was left of his manhood, only made him and his demands look ridiculous.

Jennifer only laughed. David and her had been going out before this little war of theirs got started. Encouraged by his friends, the bastard had cheated on her as a way of getting back at the cheerleaders for some of their snide remarks. Well he wasn’t going to be sleeping with anyone for a long time. She just loved seeing him like this.

"We didn’t come here to answer questions." A girl to Jennifer’s right said. "We were all just wondering what the men’s locker-room was like...so we thought today we would shower here instead and find out."

"I’m afraid we didn’t bring any towels though." Another girl added. "So we’re going to have to take yours." Quite a few of the kids had been too stunned to hold onto their towels, but now that they realized that was an option they were reluctant to give up their protection. Some gave them up without a fight, thinking that once the girls got in the shower they too would be regressed. The ones who did try to keep their towels were soon easily overpowered and before they knew it, found themselves receiving a very unpleasant spanking.

As they were wandering through the locker-room collecting the towels the girls also grabbed any clothing that was laying about and placed them up on some lockers that was now too high for the boys to reach.

The eight year olds could only stand there with their hands over their crotches wearing a very helpless expression. What other choice did they have? The girls now had all the power. If they stayed in the locker-room who knew what the cheerleaders might have in store for them? But leaving meant running through their high school in a very embarrassing position. Besides that, these girls might be the only ones who knew how to change them back... They could only hope that the cheerleaders only planned on making their revenge temporary.

All these thoughts that had been running through the boys’ heads suddenly stopped when they saw the girls begin to undress. This vision fascinated them all. It was as if none of them had even seen a naked girl before...and the girls were so mature. In that moment several crushes began to form.

All of the tiny faces stared in awe as the feminine clothing piled up on the floor. The girls joked and giggled amongst each other as they stepped into the shower and started the water back up. None of them worried about the spell affecting them...the potion had been placed in the shower head and had been exhausted within the first ten seconds.

None of the boys’ even blinked as they watched the grand vision before them. The cheerleaders began soaping up, some of them striking erotic posses for their audiences, others actually going as far as to begin rubbing up against a friend. Several times a girl would drop a bar of soap. "Oopsie!" She would say in her best airhead voice, before slowly bending over and retrieving it, giving the boys an eye-full and a series of tiny erections.

"Mmm, this shower is really turning me on." Jennifer moaned. Stepping out of the water, she strutted sexily over to David. He couldn’t speak. He could only stare up at her as she sat him down on one of the benches. Wrapping her long wonderful legs around him she gently pulled his hands away from his lower region. Looking down at his little thing she smiled, leaned forward, and said "Too bad you’re not man enough to do anything about it."

The other boys seemed to be suffering similar torments. Large bosoms were pressed against their faces, asses were shook before their eyes. They desperately wanted to take action, but they no longer had the equipment. The girls weren’t helping either, they teased and laughed at them. Eventually gathering up their clothes and getting dressed.

"See you boys later." One girl said as she grabbed the pile of towels as well as the guys’ former clothing. With nothing left to say, they left, leaving the children to fend for themselves.

A week later the cheerleaders were in the women’s locker-room, still glowing over their masterful revenge. The boys had been forced to leave school. Although they still had all their memories, their knowledge seemed to be limited to their age so now they were spending their days back in grade school.

All the girls were enjoying the water after a hard morning’s practice. Of course here in their own locker room they acted far less sleazy than they had in front of the boys. That had just been an act to make their lack of maturity all the more humiliating.

"Hey, what’s going on?" Jennifer looked up as she heard her friend’s frightened voice, and as it turned out she certainly had good reason to be scared. They were all older. Everyone of them. As they all looked around at each other and their terrified voices grew louder Jennifer guessed they must be somewhere around twenty-five years old. Definitely they were all still sexy, in a more mature way...some of their breast sizes had even increased...but Jennifer knew that somehow this was the boys’ doing and she doubted they were going to let them off this easy.

Her fears were confirmed as she watched her friends and herself continue to age. Even the youthful look of their twenties were lost as they flew past thirty. None of them bothered to leave the safety of the showers...they all knew too well how this sort of magic worked. They all knew too well that the spell wasn’t stopping until it wanted to.

Passing thirty-five the girls began to look more like their mothers, rather than the teenage girls they once were. A few lines formed here and their, many girls gained a few unflattering pounds, bosoms and behinds started to sag. As they passed forty, arms started becoming flabby, many of the buxom babes now suffered from cottage-cheese thighs, sagging continued all around as did more and more lines. Forty-five came and went, a few gray hairs started popping up and one or two girls even had slight mustaches. They moved quickly from their fifties and into their sixties, their bodies becoming wrinkled and withered. White hair was becoming more and more common. By sixty-five boobs were dangling limply, veins and blemishes were grossly apparent, and bones were aching. The spell finally stopped its foul work at a whopping seventy-five years old. Leaving a bunch of naked old ladies staring at each other confusedly in the shower.

It took some time, but after a while they were able to get dressed in their cheerleader outfits. Many of them couldn’t remember their locker combinations to get at their regular clothes, and walking all the way over to get them now seemed like a daunting task anyway...

Most of the women didn’t seem to realize how ridiculous they now looked, but Jennifer did. She had gained quite a bit of weight during the last few minutes and was barely able to fit into her outfit. She just couldn’t believe it, she was probably older than her grandma! And because of the weight problem she had somehow developed, she looked twice as bad. She had made a couple of rude comments one day when her grandma had worn shorts over to her house...now she was the one showing off way too much skin. And worst of all she knew from browsing at the gnome’s store that this type of spell did not actually steal your life away. Sure they were all seventy-five years old...but they would not age another day until they had actually lived on the Earth for seventy-five years. So she still had her whole life ahead of her...she would just have to spend it as a senile old woman.

Looking up she saw many of her friends were beginning to shuffle out of the locker-room. She didn’t want to go out and face all the people she had turned her nose up to all these years like this...but she really didn’t have a choice in the matter. First period would be starting soon, and when that happened this room would be filled with young sexy bodies...something she did not want to see.

Later that week the coach was wandering around the mall, wondering what on Earth he was going to do. The top priority of a high school gym coach was the boy’s basketball team and if he didn’t get some sort of decent season going he knew he would be fast out of a job. But he didn’t even have a team anymore did he? They were all back in grade school learning how not to wet their pants or something. It had been a horrible year for finding talent, and replacing those guys seemed next to impossible. What was he to do? The answer appeared to him in the form of a large neon sign.

"Bernard the Gnome’s Fantastical Transformation Potions and Elixirs." So that’s what had happened to the team and later the cheerleaders! Smiling he entered the store. His career wasn’t over yet, there would be more transformations to come!