Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 7
A Little Magic and Nothing to Do

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (07/16): A Little Magic and Nothing to Do

"Okay, just to make sure we are all clear. Pink is the panties and training bra, blue is the He-Man under-roos, and yellow is the diaper." We all nodded, watching as the three colored cards were placed in a hat with four white ones and mixed up.

Looking down at the floor where the described clothing was resting I asked "Where did you get this stuff anyway Mike?"

He shrugged as he continued to mix up the cards. "Here and there. Does it matter?"

I shook my head. There were seven of us total. Four guys and three girls. One such female was my girlfriend, another one belonged to Mike, and the third was spoken for by Tom. The third wheel was Dave, the nerd of our group. Thus far he had not found a girl for himself.

Everyone watched as the hat was passed around and people began drawing cards. This was the sort of thing you did when you were seventeen in a small town and couldn’t get your hands on some alcohol. This was pretty much our way of deciding who would be the entertainment for the evening. The girls were in it hoping to see their boyfriends’ make asses of themselves by being stuck wearing a ridiculous costume the rest of the night. The guys were in it, hoping to get hard-ons by seeing the girls in skimpy outfits. Obviously none of the girls were putting out. This was a fairly religious town, so it was hard to get any pussy. But this kind of thing was just bizarre enough to get away with. The girls didn’t realize it was a sexual experience for us...they saw it as nothing but a big joke to pass the time.

Eventually everyone had a card. To all the guys’ disappointment I ended up with the panties... But luckily Mike’s gal Janice got the under-roos and Tom’s girlfriend Melanie got the diapers. Not that I was going to be able to enjoy it wearing that skimpy little thing...at least not without everyone noticing.

"I think these will look great on you." My girlfriend Samantha said with a giggle. She dangled the pink unmentionables before my eyes and then dropped them into my open hands.

The other two girls selected seemed to be having doubts, just now noticing that their costumes did not include tops. But they had made an agreement and did not want to look like poor sports so they reluctantly grabbed their new attire and walked into the back bedrooms.

I was left with the bathroom for the purpose of changing, which was fine with me. Shutting the door behind me I examined the undies with a scowl. Frilly, pink, and cotton. They looked like they had been made for an eleven year old girl. I wasn’t even sure if I could get the things on without ripping them. Well there was nothing to do but try.

I removed all my clothes and set them on the counter before getting to work. I went with the bra first, sliding it under my arms and pulling it back as far as the material would stretch. Just barely I got the damned thing hooked, but looking in the mirror it seemed it might break at any moment. Moving on to the panties I stepped into them and pulled the soft material up my legs. They started having problems when they reached my thighs so I started tugging and trying to squirm into them. I didn’t think there was any way in hell I would fit without ripping them, but somehow I managed...even if it was a very tight fit.

The bulge in front was rather revealing so I used one hand to cover it and stepped out of the bathroom. It only took a moment to wander down the hall and reach the living room where everyone was.

The girls had beaten me there, apparently not having as much trouble with their outfits as I had. Each one was using both hands to cover their breasts, which was a sight in itself, but the real show for me was Janice. Her tight He-Man under-roos were left completely exposed, revealing every curve and crack she possessed.

I was greeted with whistles and claps from the four who had escaped humiliation. But the worst was yet to come. I felt my member stirring down below...the sight of those two girls was just too much...pretty soon I was going to have a huge boner and no way to cover it.

Both hands were now down below in an attempt to conceal it, but I knew if this kept up soon it would be obvious to everyone. I would never live down getting an erection while wearing little girl’s underwear. In the deepest region of my heart I wished with everything I had, that something, anything would happen to prevent such embarrassment. Then suddenly, my wish was granted.

I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. Everything slowly seemed to be getting bigger. I felt my hair start to lengthen and my underwear was no longer quite so tight. The erection I had been so worried about suddenly deflated and within the confines of the still restrictive panties I could feel my penis shrinking away.

Panicked I looked around the room for some sort of help. But Janice and Melanie seemed to have problems of their own. Both were losing hair length and height, but the most noticeable effect was their dwindling breasts. Their once large round orbs of flesh were quickly fading away, much to their horror, until they were both flat as a board.

They both continued to get smaller, losing their feminine curves, but Janice seemed to be getting hit the hardest. Her face and body became boyish as did her hair style...eventually she did not look like a girl at all and when she reached the age of five I noticed a small bulge formed within her under-roos that had shrunk along with her.

Melanie reached five about the same time as Janice but she managed to keep a hold of her own gender. Unfortunately her regression didn’t stop there. She continued to shrink, her limbs becoming short and chubby. "I don’t wanna be a baby!" She cried, realizing what was happening to her. The only sound that followed was that of flowing liquid as she wet her diapers. The once adult sized diapers still clung firmly to her as she fell to her hands and knees. She began to cry loudly as she passed toddlerhood to infancy. Soon she was only six-months old, lying helplessly in a puddle of her own urine.

But at the moment there was nothing I could do about it. My hair had reached shoulder length as I felt my penis fade completely away. A small pair of potential breasts formed within the training bra...a few freckles scattered across my young face and I felt my nose upturn slightly. Somehow my wish had backfired and transformed me into a prepubescent little girl!

I looked over at Janice who was currently staring down his under-roos in shock. You could tell what was running through his mind just by looking at him. He was remembering all the guys he had teased when he had been a girl. All the boys lining up to buy her things, to compliment her, to take care of her...all hoping to catch a peek at her naughty parts. She had thought they were so pathetic, and now she was doomed to become one of them.

I saw Samantha smirk, knowing all too well what her friend was thinking. Strutting sexily to Janice’s side, she knelt beside her friend and looked down the small pair of underpants.

"Don’t worry Janice, you won’t be able to chase skirts for a long time with a little wee wee like that." She tried and failed to suppress a giggle.

Janice suddenly felt very ashamed. He quickly pulled his finger away from the elastic and let the under-roos snap firmly around his small waste. "I don’t wanna be a stinky stupid-head boy!" He shouted and began pouting.

"Well it looks like you don’t have any choice in the matter." Samantha replied. She wasn’t quite sure what happened, but for some reason she didn’t freak out. Nobody in the room did.

"No!" Janice shouted back, kicking Samantha in the knee.

"Why you little brat!" I heard Samantha shout as she lifted the screaming child up off the ground. Sitting on a chair she laid Janice across her lap and began spanking his backside.

Janice howled in shock and humiliation while everyone stared at the sight spellbound. I realized that something besides the transformation wasn’t right in this room. There was still magic in the air, and I needed to do something about it. As the five year old continued to scream and cry I wondered if perhaps simply removing the outfit would also remove the spell. I was about to give it a try when suddenly I was hit with a large dose of modesty. I couldn’t just take off my clothes in front of all these people! They might see me naked! Just the thought caused me to blush, and then I realized I was standing in front of everyone in my underwear!

I was about to make a mad dash for the bathroom when something very strange stopped me. I noticed Dave and Tom had wandered over to little Melanie. Tom picked her up, and was trying to calm her down when suddenly an odd look formed in his eyes.

"What’s happening to me?" He asked fearfully as his body began to shrink and his thin frame began to widen. His hips got larger, his hair got longer, and his breasts got much much bigger. His shirt and pants shifted into a large white dress with yellow flowers on it. Soon a fairly frumpy looking teenage girl stood in his place. She was about sixty pounds overweight and looked as if she was still recovering from a difficult pregnancy. The final touch was a small diamond ring that appeared on her plump finger.

Looking over to Dave I noticed he had remained pretty much the same...except looking a little more weary than before...as if he had spent many long nights with a crying baby. On his finger a wedding ring that matched Tom’s rested silently.

I could tell by their faces that they were both fully aware of what had happened to them. But it was as if a few new rules had been placed in their brains. Rules that could not be broken. Rules like "You are both husband and wife and must treat each other accordingly." And "Melanie is your baby, you must take care of her."

"I think she’s wet." Tom said awkwardly, cringing at her new female voice. "Honey, will you go see if you can find some clean diapers."

"Of course dear." Dave said, kissing her on the cheek. Both parties grimaced at this act and then Dave left the room.

I watched Tom as he took baby Melanie over to the couch. I could only imagine what was going through her mind right now! But for some reason Tom seemed to be the most displeased at the moment and then suddenly I realized why.

Pulling her dress down and producing one of her large bosoms, Tom sat there with a stunned look on his face as she breast fed Melanie.

My attention was drawn away from the terrible sight as I noticed Samantha standing over me. Just behind her was Janice rubbing his sore behind with both hands.

"What’s going on?" She asked dismally, somehow knowing what was about to happen to her. As if in answer to her question the years quickly began to pile on. Her breasts grew larger, but just as quickly began to sag. Lines formed on her face. Her hair became a mess of short tacky curls. She had just passed forty when her stomach began to enlarge. "No I can’t be pregnant at this age!" She cried out, but her pleas did nothing to stop it. Her belly continued to grow lifting up the shirt that had been made for her once thin teenage body. The entire thing came into view, just stopping shortly after eight months. Her large swollen breasts made the white T-shirt look more like a bra, and her short black skirt revealed far too much of her cottage-cheese thighs.

It was about this time that I realized Mike had disappeared. I stared at the place he had been sitting, and then turned back to the large belly of my girlfriend and somehow I knew what had happened to him. It looked like Samantha now had the difficult role of an uneducated middle-aged single mother to play.

"You two kids get upstairs. It’s time for your bath." She said. I still remembered who she really was...I knew who I was and that we were all victims of some strange power...but for some reason I had to act as if she were my mother.

"But mom, I’m too old to take a bath with my brother!" I whined. "I can do it by myself."

"I’m not wasting money on hot water for two baths when one will do just fine!" Apparently she had become the bitter sort who liked to take her frustrations out on her kids.

I soon found myself in the tub with my five year old "brother." I was desperately trying to keep some sense of modesty while he splashed around and made farting sounds with his armpit. We were both stuck as a couple of nude children in the bathtub. But what can I say? We didn’t have anything better to do that night.