The pale blue cup cake

Chapter 1
The pale blue cup cake

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Chapter Description: Brian eats a cup cake made specifically for the girls party.

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Brian felt like celebrating, he had just bullied his sister to tears and his mother had just baked cup cakes for their birthday’s which fell just days apart. It was a cold day and he thought that eating a cup cake would be a good way to warm himself up.

He head downstairs and saw the box of freshly frosted cup cakes on the table with a note attached to them that read "For Jessie and the girls! One Each BRIAN!!!"

Jessie was Brian’s little sister, she was having a party for her ninth birthday, he wasn’t too keen and instead refused, Brian was sixteen afterall and a kids party was not his idea of fun.

"Oh man, why does she have to have a party, all these stupid little girls coming over... and this food, it looks great" he thought to himself.

He couldn’t help himself from peeking inside. He saw a large number of freshly baked cup cakes in a variety of colors, some with frosted toppings, others with flecks of candy, some smothered in chocolate.

His mouth drooled at the thought, they wouldn’t miss just one would they?

Brian grabbed one and ran up to his room slamming the door behind him.

He stopped and admired his cake, it was large and frosted with pale blue icing, it had a little pink heart in the middle and was finished with silver sparkles and a pink candy flakes.

As his mouth drooled he wiped some of the frosting with his finger and popped it in his mouth, he was excited but he had an an uneasy feeling in the back of his mind, something about the message, ’one cupcake for every girl! don’t eat BRIAN!!!’.... could this be guilt he thought?

He looked into the mirror and imagined a pretty little girl standing where he was, wearing a pale blue dress with pink frills with a pink head band atop her head. He imagined her crying over her missing cup cake, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself, "well it’s mine now" he said.

The cake looked so sweetly delicious, "besides" he thought, "why couldn’t I have one, I bet she’s made loads", he picked the heart off the top and quickly ate it.

No sooner had he eaten the heart did he feel a little woozy, his heart was racing and his ears were thumping. Brian assumed it was the adrenaline, "who would have thought I’d get such a kick out of stealing a cup cake?"

He failed to notice that some of his room had changed slightly, pictures of him had altered, friends he had known all his life had disappeared from them, the images were different, picture of him and his friends were being replaced by pictures of him with his sister.

He nibbled some more and again his heart raced and his room continued to change around him. The walls, already a pale blue began growing pretty Disney borders in the corners of the room. His curtains began changing as white fluffy clouds appeared across them.

Having nibbled the edging off the cake he proceeded to lick the icing, with each lick a further change occurred in his room.

Brian stopped, he turned the cake over, he felt strange, was it the guilt that was so overwhelming, he hadn’t felt this before, afterall he’d practically stolen a cake from a child, a little girl at that but it’s not as if he hadn’t stolen sweets from small children before, he’d stolen from his little sister all her life.

It was so tasty though, what was done was done he thought as he bit off an entire half in one mouthful.

As Brian chewed his heart pounded harder, he felt flushed as his body burned with energy, it caused him to squirm a little and jiggle on the spot, he suddenly had an urge to pee. At this time he noticed the peculiar sensation of feeling small, the room and everything in it felt bigger somehow.

He popped the rest of the muffin into his mouth and swallowed it greedily, satisfaction was all he felt, pleasure and happiness although he still really needed a pee.

It was now that he realized the changes in his room, he watched in awe as the Disney borders grew across the walls, stretching slowly, trying to meet in the middle.

The bed creaked and groaned as it’s shape altered, the legs grew slender, elevating the base further off the floor, bars sprouted from all sides around it and began to loom above the mattress.

A strange ball appeared on the cieling, it dangled and grew and then it fell somewhat caught by a cable, swaying gently the ball unravelled itself like a flower in the spring, it grew into an infants comfort mobile.

Brian didn’t know what to do so he called out in a blind panick, "Mom, Mom!!!" she was downstairs making food and couldn’t hear him.

He panicked and stumbled, stepping involuntarily out of his shoes. He looked down but could only gasp, his shoes were far too large, his feet looked tiny by comparisson. His socks hung limp off the end of his feet and soon he stepped out of these too exposing his delicate little toes.

His clothes were baggy, baggier than usual, he felt his hair grow into a soft mass atop his head.

"JESSIE, JESSIE, PLEASE HELP....."

"Leave me alone Brian, you’re always mean to me, I’d rather not have a brother at all, I wish you were dead"

His body began to convulse, he shook and trembled, gently at first and quickly it became more aggressive, with each spasm he felt himself shrinking, a cold sweat spread across him.

He buckled in two panting, gasping for air as his clothes drooped around him. He held out his hands and watched as his fingers grew soft, chubbier and youthful. His arms had become but matchsticks, thin and weak, like threads dangling under the sleeves of his shirt.

Righting himself he reached for the door handle but it was far further away than he remembered. As he stepped towards the door his jeans and underwear slid from his waist falling to the floor by his ankles tripping him in the process.

He rolled onto his backside and sat up right, he folded his arms around his knees, shivering as he watched the hair on his legs recede into his body as if it had never been. His legs felt cold and slippery, they were so smooth.

The hair atop his head was unfurling around him, long pretty locks bounced off his head falling around him, dropping to his shoulders as his body shivered and shook.

He gasped in terror and heard not his own voice but the high pitch whine of a child.

He turned and scrambled across the floor to the mirror, he placed his tiny hands on the glass to support himself as he stood up again. To his horror he saw what he could only describe as a small child wearing a parent’s old t shirt for a night gown, the shirt was reaching down the ground and began to cover his knees, he was shrinking more so.

A tear welled in his eyes as his shoulders began to peek out from under his collar, he grabbed the t shirt and began to sob.

"No pwease," wailed the sobbing child, he was using the shirt to wipe away the tears as the shirt fell from his shoulders, he held onto it as if it were his last string to adulthood.

He was stunned, from his new vantage point he looked across his room, pretty pink butterfly’s appeared on the walls and the borders were meeting in the middle.

He noticed soft toys had appeared in every nook and cranny and the word "Briana" was written above the crib embossed on the image of a small child play blocks.

His room was mostly finished and by now tears were streaming down his face. The crib was enormous, and intimidating with bars that towered high above his head. He imagined what it would be like to sleep in it.

He stumbled backwards at the thought and he fell into his t-shirt, disappearing beneath the fabric, now but a small hump wriggling underneath.

From inside the t-shirt he peeked out of the collar. Here he felt comforted, out there was cold, he didn’t know why he thought this, he just did.

He was on his back looking at the tall walls twirling around him through the collar of his T-shirt it was most definately a young girls bedroom, rolling to his front he began to crawl dizzily out of the t-shirt.

With the realisation of his future, he collapsed from his crawling position, he sobbed gently at the reality of the situation, amidst the dizziness and the feeling of sickness, through the tear soaked eyes he knew his life was going to be very different.

"No" he thought, "I’m not a child, I’m a big boy, a very big boy, almost a man"

He regained his footing and stood up as tall as he little legs would let him, he was now shorter than the base of the bed, his chair was above him and of his reach. The room still spun around him the colors were blinding, yet he couldn’t tell if it was he who was spinning.

The urge to pee brought his tumbling to his knees, then he fell forward, his arms wobbled at this sudden transfer of weight and he let go, collapsing forward with his bottom in the air.

He gropped at his "manhood" he felt it dwindle and flatten, the balls were shrinking but perhaps hadn’t shrunk enough by the time they popped painfully inside him, he yelped in pain, lost for words, the pain was now but a winding, collapsed forward he grabbed the carpet with one hand and sceamed in his high pitch voice as his other hand desperately felt the flattened croth and emerging slit.

He rolled onto his back writhing, squirming in discomfort, he grabbed his crotch, "No pwease, I’m a gwon up, not a widdle girl."

In one final gasp, he arched his back upwards, lifting his behind off the floor with a bridge of his body, his body, he felt the warmth and softness securing itself to his groin, he shook violently but landed softly, the sensations of pain and sickness and dizziness were finished, the sheer relief was indicator enough that his change was complete.

He rolled to his front and crawled to the the mirror, a small girl, like Jessie but younger, far younger was kneeling before him with her hands pressed against his. She touched her little face as he did, her light mousy hair bounced off her shoulders as she did so.

"No, pwease oh no, I’m t’ah sup’sed tuh be a gwon up" the girl sobbed.

She was wearing a diaper and nothing else, it was thick, heavy but warm, a small urine stain was evident, he had wet himself during the transformation.

He remembered how he bullied Jessie for wearing diapers, how he ridiculed her, he remebered how she waddled around in the thick, squelchy diapers and how he tormented her for it.

Now it was he who was waddling, and as a she... he felt so small, and helpless, he tried but couldn’t reach the door handle in his new body and instead just fell to bottom stunned, he sat there and cried.

"Jessie can you check on Briana, I can hear her crying" called her mothers voice, "oh and it’s time to get ready for your party can you get her ready please?"

Jessie entered the room, she was bigger than he remebered, she was huge!! She didn’t look as if she’d been crying and certainly wasn’t angry to see him

"Hey squirt" she said, with a beaming smile, she bent down pet Brian on the head. Brian did not like this but couldn’t stop her, he just gawked at her, looking at her big blue eyes.

"You look cute today, with your rosy read cheeks crawling around in your diapers, have you been crying?" Without waiting for a response she picked him up from under the arm pits. "Well I have a suprise for you cupcake."

Brain looked at the view, his little feet dangling below him, he felt nervous at the height he was and the drop he could see below, he saw the pictures on the cabinet, there were many of them, they looked happy, something Brian and Jessie had never been before.

"Mommy’s told me to give you something special to wear" She cuddled the child gently, she was warm and it comforted Brian. "oops, it looks like someone’s had an accident, are we all wet little bubba wubba?"

Without warning Brian was placed on his back with his "old" diaper being stripped off him and his legs held high in the air by his former younger sister. She gently wiped him clean and dryed him, she ensured his new genitalia was dry. He was powdered up ready for a clean diaper.

"There we go princess, all nice and clean, does that feel better?" She tickled his tummy and blew raspberries making Brian giggle slightly through impulse reaction but really he was still pretty shocked at the whole situation that he was now an infant girl. "hmmm, well I guess you’re just not a very happy bunny bumpkins today are you precious"

She left him on the changing pad and said "stay here now, I have a big surprise for you." She walked to her room across the hall, Brian watched her pull out a small box, inside it were baby clothes and toddler clothes, in particular there was a pretty dress. The dress was pale blue with pink frills, it had matching shoes to go with it.

Jessie brought dress back to Brian and showed it to him, the dress was pale blue with pink frills, it had matching shoes to with it. "This one, this was my favourite, I love these colors don’t you sweety? I think you’re going to be the prettiest little thing at the whole party"

He looked up at his now big sister with a look of shock and awe upon his face, he was completely dumbstruck, all he could do was stare and nod. He didn’t want to wear a dress but he sure was feeling cold he was shivering slightly.

"Awww sweetykims it’s ok, lets get you into this and you won’t be so cold"

Jessie pulled the dress over his head and finished it off with a pretty pink ribbons and pig tails, she showed Briany to the mirror, he saw a very cute looking girl looking back at him, he guessed his age to be between two or three years of age but he couldn’t be certain.

Jessie held out some leggings, "here sweety, lets get these on, they’ll keep you warm" she helped Brian step into the leg warmers, he hesitated at first but he couldn’t argue it was cold and he wanted something to keep himself warm.

"Awww you look so cute don’t you agree" said Jessie playfully, then she noticed the remains of the t-shirt, it was now a blanket, "here you go, ewww, gross, it’s all wet I’ll get mommy to wash it for you first"

The cupcake wrapper fell from the blanket, Jessie turned to see the falling wrapper, "Oh she said, you’ve already eaten your muffin, well, I guess you’ll miss out later" She collected the wrapper and skipped from the room.

"Mom!! She’s ready!!!"

"That’s good Jessie, her friends will be here any minute now, are you ready?"

She didn’t know why, but what he really wanted was a cupcake of his own, she couldn’t bare not to have one.

With that Briana started to cry, just as Brian had imagined her doing so.

 

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