Poor Little Rich Kids

Chapter 1
Poor Little Rich Kids

"Poor Little Rich Kids"

by Oni

"I’m a Barbie girl, in the Barbie wo-orrld. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic." Missy and her friend Andrea sang to the music as the eighteen-year old blonde drove her red BMW convertible. “You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.”

Smiling quickly at her dark haired friend Missy turned into the driveway of her parent’s mansion. The ’rents were gone for the weekend and Missy had made plans to throw a wonderful pre-Christmas bash.

Parking the car at the front door Missy turned the CD player off and hopped out, taking her bottle of tea with her.

"Who would’ve thought an old song like that could be so fun?” Andrea commented.

"Yeah. My mom had it on my Nano when she got it for my birthday.” Missy stated. “Who knew? Just so long as she doesn’t find out I actually liked it. Then I’d end up hearing every ?golden oldie’.” She scoffed.

"I still can’t believe you had to smash your iPOD and say it was broken in order to get the Nano." Andrea remarked then stepped from the vehicle. "Speaking of which, what’s with the old person car? I thought your parents were giving you a Corvette too?"

"So did I." Missy complained. "But then they got all ’Oh, but honey, those cars are so dangerous.’ Yeesh, they are so cheap sometimes."

"Tell me about it." Andrea said. "All I wanted was a Porsche, but no, they give me a stupid Lexus. How am I supposed to look cool in a car like that?"

Walking through the door the two girls came upon Rosa, Missy’s maid. The woman was in her early thirties and had the face and hands of a person who had worked hard throughout her life.

"There you are Melissa. What time did you get home last night? Your parents put your curfew at nine o’clock." Rosa asked.

Andrea turned to her friend and asked "Whoa, you let the help talk to you like that?"

Ignoring the ’help’ Missy answered with "Don’t mind her Andrea, Rosa forgets her place sometimes. She also forgets that my parents will never believe her over me, so for all intents and purposes, I’m in charge this weekend. Isn’t that right Rosa?"

The maid took a deep breath to control her anger and swallow her pride before responding "I believe that is correct Miss Collins."

"See Andy, she’s really very obedient." Without warning Missy allowed her bottle of tea to drop from her hand. It struck the marble floor and shattered, spraying glass and tea everywhere.

"Oops." Missy said with a smirk. "How clumsy of me. Rosa, be a dear and clean that up." Without another word Missy walked past her maid and towards her room. Andrea had already started giggling.

As she approached the stairs Missy saw Selma, Rosa’s twelve-year-old daughter, peeking her head around the corner. She was glaring at Missy.

"What are you looking at brat? Rosa, please control your child or I will.” the teen threatened. Selma retreated from the door at that remark. Her bottom still remembered the last time Missy had gotten upset at her.

The girl waited until she was sure the teens had gone upstairs before going to her mother. Rosa was already on her hands and knees, cleaning up the mess.

"Selma, stay back until I finish. There’s glass here." Rosa warned when she saw her bare-foot daughter.

"You didn’t deserve that. Missy and her friends are always insulting you." Selma said pointedly, ignoring the warning and carefully tip toeing her way to her mother to give her a hug.

Rosa hugged her daughter back and said, "I know chica. Mommy knows." As demeaning as things could be she knew that all her sacrifices were for a better life for her little girl and her baby brother.

Pushing her daughter to arms length she looked at her. The girl had her long dark hair tied back in a ponytail and was wearing jeans, with a pink Barbie t-shirt. The budding pre-teen was on the verge of womanhood but still had a few childish quirks leftover, the shirt being one.

Still, when her mother tweaked her nose it instantly made Selma blush. Rosa said "Forget about them Selma. How would you like it if mommy made you a sundae?"

At first this elicited an annoyed, “Mommmmm!” After a moment of further blushing however a wide smile came from the girl. “Okay, sure.”

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Upstairs, apart from the mother and child bonding, the teens had already made their way to Melissa’s parent’s room.

"Way to put that wetback in her place." Andrea remarked.

"Yeah, you need to do that every once in a while or they get out of line. Dad keeps telling me to be nicer, but he’s never here so who cares?" Missy responded.

Returning her attention to the room Missy stated, "Now, here we will find everything we need to throw one kick ass party." Walking over to a large cabinet Missy opened the doors. "Behold, the mother lode.” she said in a deep voice.

Within the cabinet appeared to be a bottle of every kind of liquor known to man and then some.

"Well, more like mother’s load." Missy reflected. "Mom does like her sauce. Of course, we can put it to good use too."

Andrea admired the stock she saw before her. "Wow. When you said she had a lot I had no idea."

The two teens proceeded to raid the liquor cabinet. "Okay, vodka, rum. Oooo, tequila." Missy proclaimed, removing bottles from the shelf.

"Hey. What’s this?" Andrea asked, pulling a ribbon clad box from the back of the formerly locked cabinet. “Huh, no sender name but it does say this. ?Use in good health. Enjoy but be careful, a little goes a long way.’ Oh, sweet; Personalized booze.” The girl complimented, pulling the sixteen-ounce bottle from the box. The container held a bright green liquid that almost seemed to shimmer.

"Let’s try some." Missy pulled two shot glasses from a drawer as Andrea opened the bottle. The girl then carefully filled each glass and put the bottle on the floor.

"Well, bottoms up." Missy proclaimed, downing the contents of the glass. The liquid felt thick and tingly as it flowed across her tongue and down her throat. The drink was strangely sweet but did have some bite to it.

"Hey, not bad." Andrea commented. "Pour me another."

"Sure." Missy responded. After they’d had a second glass Missy tightened the cap on the bottle. "Better save the rest for later."

"Cool. So, how we gonna lug all this stuff down?" Andrea asked.

"Easy." Missy smirked. "Oh Rosa! We need you for something." she shouted. It took about half a minute but the maid eventually reached the room the girls were in. A look of surprise came to her face when she saw what they were doing.

"Miss Collins, your mother..."

"Won’t know a thing, will she Rosa? Especially after you replenish the supplies tomorrow. Unless of course, you want me to tell her you used up the liquor." Missy remarked snidely.

Rosa sighed. "I will set the bottles up downstairs. I assume you’re expecting company."

"Good girl." Turning to her grinning friend Missy added, "C’mon Andrea, let’s change into something nice."

"Sounds good. Now that you mention it my clothes do seem a bit wrinkled. Must have been the sweat." Andrea commented, noticing her once skin-tight jeans and halter-top almost felt normal.

"Now, now ... we don’t sweat Andy, we glow. Sweat is for the lesser people."

Missy joked as she and her friend left.

A few minutes later the girls were in Missy’s room, looking through her dresses. "Here’s a hot one." Missy declared, pulling a sexy red dress from her walk in closet. It had two thin straps on the shoulders and the open back was designed to plummet to the wearer’s waist.

"Cool. Hey, got anything in there for me?" Andrea asked.

"Coupla things." Missy halfheartedly responded, pulling her tank top and shorts from her body. The loose garments slipped off very easily. "Look for yourself Andy, I’m not your servant."

"Fine." the other girl snapped back, not bothering to glance at her friend. As Andrea vanished into the depths of the closet, Missy had already managed to slip her bra over her head without unclasping it.

"Whatever." Missy commented, not really caring. She felt a bit strange. Part of it was the normal buzz she usually got from drinking but there was something else too. Her thoughts seemed to cloud as she stared at her dress. Or was it her dress? It had to be her mom’s as it looked a bit too large for her. She still couldn’t wait to put it on.

As Andrea searched through Missy’s dresses a fog passed over her mind as well. She too became a bit confused. It seemed Missy had a lot of adult clothes. Her friend had always been an optimist but this was absurd. When she saw the strapless black evening gown she couldn’t resist taking it down however. Holding it against her now fifteen-year-old body, which to her looked perfectly normal, she figured it would fit and proceeded to try in on right there.

Missy slid the red dress up her thin legs and her just rounding hips. She knew the thing should be tighter but she liked it anyway. Pulling her arms through the loose straps she tugged on the front, trying to keep it over her now pert breasts. She posed a bit in front of her full-length mirror, admiring how sexy she looked. Noticing her still bare feet she decided to remedy that.

The gown had slid up Andrea’s body very easily. What she really liked however was how it hugged her chest. Andrea had been an early bloomer and her medium sized mounds filled the cups at the top of the gown nicely. At least she thought they did. She couldn’t get the darn thing zipped up and realized she’d need Missy’s help. Turning towards the door her toes nearly caught on the hem of the gown. Holding her front with one hand and pulling the hem up with the other Andrea left the closet.

Missy was sitting on her bed, pulling on the second of a pair of red sandal strapped heels. The stupid things seemed large on her but with enough effort she managed to make them fit.

"Hey, Missy. Could ya zip me up?" the higher voice of a fourteen year old asked from the closet.

"Sure Andy." Missy responded, without noticing anything wrong. Her voice was the same pitch. The eyes of an observer would have seen a pair of young teen’s playing dress up in an older sister’s clothing. To the girls though, nothing was out of the ordinary. Well, almost nothing.

As she stepped towards her friend Missy wobbled in her loose heels and lost her balance. The only thing that stopped her from hitting the carpet was a hand on her dresser.

"Um, on second thought, you come here." a red-faced Missy said.

"Awww, is little Missy not used to her mommy’s high heels?" Andrea mocked as she approached the other girl.

Indignation replaced embarrassment as Missy’s face turned redder. "For your information they’re my heels and can walk in them just fine! I’m just a little ... tipsy. Yeah, tipsy. I’d like to see you walk in some right now."

"Whatever." Andrea said dismissively, and turned around to get zipped. When the action was complete Andrea admired how nicely the top of the dress fit her. It wasn’t snug like she’d thought it would be but they still fit. Unlike Missy’s dress, she noted when she turned around. She couldn’t believe her friend hadn’t noticed how loose her front was. From just the right angle Andrea could clearly see the thirteen-year-old’s pointed breasts and swollen nipples. The short dress hung too low as well, partially covering Missy’s thighs, which wasn’t such a terrible thing given how thin and underdeveloped her legs were. Andrea took no small pleasure at how pathetic her friend looked in adult clothing.

Spinning in place Andrea commented, "Gaze upon perfection, oh flat-chested one." Her wide grinning was met by a glare from Missy.

Andrea just laughed and began to walk towards Missy’s shoe closet. Unfortunately she had forgotten to keep her hem up and her foot snagged cleanly on the dress, sending her sprawling to the floor.

A loud giggling burst forth from Missy after her friend hit the ground. "Yeah Andy, guess you can handle heels just fine. Bare feet, that’s another thing." she choked out as the laughter consumed her.

An embarrassed Andrea pushed herself quickly into a kneeling position. She was about to snap back when she felt a cool breeze against her chest. Looking down her eyes went wide. Her foot had managed to pull the top of her dress clean down to her stomach. She frantically tried to pull it back up but it was caught underneath her knees. When she tried to stand to release it, she found she couldn’t touch the floor with her feet; she could only touch the material of the dress. No matter how hard she tried to stand the gown pulled her back down. After a few seconds of struggling she lost her balance again and fell onto her back, her now pointed breasts still bare.

Almost in tears the embarrassed preteen whined "Missy, help me!"

"Wassa matter baby? Can’t stand up? Now who can’t handle my mommy’s clothing?" Missy mocked.

"Quit it!" Andre pouted as she covered her chest. "These clothes are stupid. They don’t make us look sexy at all."

"They aren’t stupid, stupid." Missy shot back. "You’re just not big enough!"

"Hey, at least I have boobs. You’re still a flatty Patty." Andrea mocked.

"No I’m not!"

"Yes you are! I can see your bare little chest from here."

Missy glanced downward and gasped at what she saw. The top of the mini-dress hung open, giving a clear view of her flat, twelve year old chest. She gave a high-pitched squeak before covering herself, modesty still prevalent in her mind. She wondered what could have possessed her to think the dress would fit. She remembered wanting to look like an adult for the party but these clothes would never work. All her friends would laugh at her.

Still, upset with Andy for pointing out the obvious she responded, "Well, you look stupid, trapped in a dress like that."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!" Andrea yelled, pulling herself up as hard as she could. This time she was able to get up. Unfortunately she had managed to pull the dress completely off her body and down to her knees. She quickly discovered the dress had taken her panties with it. Gasping in shock she threw a hand over her privates and turned her body sideways.

Missy immediately made fun of Andrea’s predicament. "Ha HA! I know the girls say to show a little skin Andy, but don’t you think that’s going overboard? I can see your ass and everything."

A tearful Andrea responded "Oh yeah? Well I’m gonna kick yours." She then pulled her legs free and leapt towards a suddenly frightened Missy.

"Eeek!" Missy screamed and turned to run. By now however her feet were much too small for the heels she was wearing and they partly twisted out of the shoes, causing her to hopelessly lose her balance and fall on her face.

Andrea stopped her pursuit and started laughing. Missy’s mini-dress had become so loose that the back, meant to give a person the tantalizing glimpse of a young woman’s waist, now showed most of an eleven year old’s bottom. "Looks like I’m not the only one who’s bare down there."

"Wha..." a teary eyed Missy managed to sputter before she felt her friend’s knee in her back. A second later she felt her behind getting smacked. "Owww. Quit it!" she whined.

"Say you’re sorry first!" Andrea demanded before landing another blow.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Now let me up. Please." Missy cried.

"Good." Andrea remarked. "Now, you got anything that actually fits in this room?"

A couple of minutes later the two ten year olds had managed to find a pair of dresses, panties and socks. Missy had selected a pretty pink dress for herself while Andrea had settled for a blue one. The dresses allowed them to show off their legs, the only part of their bodies each of them was proud of.

They had been in a drawer of clothes Missy had once thought were too small for her. Now they seemed a bit loose. It was a weird puzzle. How had their clothes gotten so big? Despite that problem, they felt perfectly normal.

Soon their minds forgot about it though and they became more confused with why they were standing around wasting time. They still wanted to look as adult as possible for the party with their friends. So naturally, they started putting on Missy’s makeup.

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Selma peeked her head around the doorframe of Missy’s room. She’d been passing by when she’d heard strange voices coming from inside. Upon finding the source of those voices she couldn’t believe what she saw. Jostling for position in front of Missy’s bathroom mirror were two little girls who each looked about eight at the most. They were each wearing dresses that looked much too big on them and the makeup they were applying had taken on comic proportions.

"Misseee! Quit hoggin’ the mirror." the girl in the blue dress complained, her voice sounding whiny and babyish.

"It’s my mirror Andy. ’sides, I’m making myself look pretty." the pink clad blonde replied.

Selma’s mouth dropped open at the strange sight. What she was thinking simply could not be. This pair could not be Missy and her friend. They were teenagers, not little girls. Still, the more she watched the pair the more convinced she became. Somehow, Missy, the snotty rich girl her mother worked for, who was above and beyond little Selma in years and maturity, was a little child smaller than her.

The grin that formed across Selma’s face was sharp enough to cut diamond.

It was at that moment little Andrea stomped away from her bossy friend, huffing and crossing her arms in annoyance. She noticed the new visitor in the doorway and frowning in confusion asked, “Hey. Who’re you?”

Missy noticed as well and promptly reacted as was appropriate. She screamed like a little girl, the high pitch extremely annoying. “Burglar!” she squealed, hopping down from the chair and hugging her friend.

Selma put her hands up and tried to placate the pair of scared little girls. “Shhhhh. I’m not a burglar. It’s me, Selma, the maid’s daughter. Remember?” she hissed, not wanting things to get out of control. She had too many wicked plans running through her mind to be ruined by the skittish emotions of a pair of regressed teens.

“Yure not Selma. She’s a little kid.” Missy scolded.

“Yeah!” Andy added in agreement.

The dark haired twelve year old crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. “Have you two munchkins looked in a mirror lately? I mean, really looked?”

“Huh?” they responded in unison.

Selma strode forward and firmly took each of the eight year olds by the wrist, half dragging and half pulling them to the large wall mirror. Each little girl stumbled out of the too large flats they’d selected for their outfits, ending up barefoot. Selma held them in place as they struggled and pulled them forward before letting their wrists go. She hugged each girl around the neck and forced their heads to gaze upon the mirror.

“Look.” She ordered. “Really look!” The pair continued to fight but slowed in their struggles as they looked at the girl next to them.

“Y-yure not an adult?” Missy stuttered.

“Nope.” Selma giggled.

“But, if yure really 12, then ..... what’re we?” Andy asked, a tremor in her voice.

“I’d say seven or eight.” Selma said easily.

“Noooooo!” Both girls wailed together.

“Oh, it’s not so bad. Both of you are kinda cute. Like little sisters.” She commented, hugging each of the girls to her chest. “We can have a lot of fun playing together.”

“Playing?” Missy asked with a scowl. Even so, the idea seemed to tug at her and she found herself wistfully imagining it for a moment.

“Sure. I have toys, but no one to play with. In fact, most of them used to be yours Missy. Your mommy gave them to me. So, whaddya say?” the twelve-year old asked.

“I dunno.” Andy began. “There’s the party .....”

“We can invite your friends too.” Selma added easily. Andy seemed to brighten at that and even Missy seemed to be pondering it. Selma was amazed. She’d suspected the girl’s minds weren’t what they used to be when she’d watched them literally playing dress-up. However, she hadn’t been sure just how much like little girls they actually were. “C’mon. We can go play a bit and you can decide.” The pair of grinning little girls seemed to like the idea very much.

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Twenty minutes later the two tots were on the floor of Selma’s room happily playing with some Barbie dolls and accessories. Missy was even pushing her old pink Barbie Corvette on the carpet and making motor noises, finally getting the car she’d really wanted.

The pair of little girls were still wearing their oversized dresses and panties, though Selma had helped them out by tying big knots into the sides of each.

Selma took it all in with a wide grin, bouncing her 18 month old brother on her lap. She cuddled the boy as she watched, Luis clad only in a disposable diaper. With her mother out she’d been left to watch over the boy who’d been asleep in his crib when she’d discovered the pair of youthened teens. She liked the little guy, even if caring for him could get annoying sometimes. Still, she figured the skills would come in handy someday. “Perhaps very soon.” she thought before she giggled.

Moving the baby to the floor as well, Selma joined the others and played a bit with the girls, getting on their good sides. It was so much fun, and the girl’s so cute and innocent, she almost forgot just how nasty Missy had always been to her. Almost.

“Ewwwww, the baby’s drooling. Gross.” Missy complained petulantly. “Hands off my ?vette!” she piped, slapping the baby’s hand away from her car. Little Luis began to cry, but his big sister settled him down by waving a soft teddy bear playfully in his face.

Once that little calamity was out of the way Selma grabbed a doll for herself. “So, I’ve been wondering. What caused all this to happen anyway?” Selma asked nonchalantly.

“I dunno.” Missy said, shrugging her shoulders as she played. She didn’t even take her attention off her play. Andy however stopped and looked to be in deep thought for a few seconds.

“Andrea?” Selma asked slowly. “Do you know?”

“Mayyyybe.” The dark haired little girl responded. “It’s hard to tell when this started. I’d guess it’s why our dresses seemed too big.” She giggled. “An’ we both forgot how to walk in mommy shoes. I mean heels.”

Selma smirked. “Soooooo, what did you do before that?”

Andy blushed. “We .... we kinda were naughty.”

“We stole some of my mommy’s booze.” Missy added easily, before giggling as well. After a few seconds she gasped her eyes going wide. “That must’ve been it. The green stuff.” She piped.

“The green stuff?” Selma checked.

“Oh yeah. That green drink. It was a gift for Missy’s mommy. It was kinda yucky.” Andy made a face. “It’s down wit’ the rest of the drinks I think. Think there might be some other drink that’ll make us big?”

It was Selma’s turn to shrug, as innocently as she could. “I dunno. Let’s find out.”

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The three girls were soon downstairs with the baby on his big sister’s hip and a pacifier in his mouth. The alcohol had been placed on the living room table, right in the middle of the cavernous room. Near it was the playpen Luis normally played in, and Selma placed him it as the girls looked over the stash.

“Yure gonna hafta get rid of that before the party.” Missy told Selma. “No babies invited.”

“Awwww, but I think he’d have fun.” Selma grinned. “So, find the stuff?”

Andy held up the bottle of green liquid with difficulty in her thin arms. “Yup.” She pulled it down and looked at it more closely. “Huh. So, if this makes you younger, what might make you older?” she asked, gazing over table.

“Looks heavy.” Selma said, taking the bottle from Andrea.

“It is.” Andy huffed with annoyance. “Help me up?” she asked.

“Sure.” Selma commented, putting the bottle down and lifting Andy up and under the armpits and onto the table. As the raven haired little girl crawled on the table looking over the bottles, Selma took another bottle, her brother’s baby bottle, and began pouring the green liquid into it.

“Whatcha doin’?” Missy asked.

“I’m, curious about something.” She said simply, securing the cap and placing the liquor bottle back on the floor.

Missy gasped in shock. “Yure not gonna feed that to the baby, are you?”

Selma looked back at the little girl in equal shock. “No way! I love my baby brother. I’d never hurt him.” Reaching forward Selma pushed Missy hard in the chest, causing her to land hard on her bottom as it met the tiled floor. “You on the other hand, you rich spoiled little brat, you I hate. I wonder just how little you can get.”

The little blonde was so shocked she didn’t even move as the much larger girl stepped on the hem of her dress. Finally Missy tried to scramble back but was caught in her dress. “Noooooo! I thought you liked me!” she squealed.

“Oh please. You’ve been the biggest bitch to me and my mom for years. Seeing you as a little girl is so fitting. As a baby, even better.” With that she stuffed the nipple of the bottle into Missy’s mouth; kneeling and grabbing the back of the little girl’s head to force feed her the liquid. Missy struggled but Selma was much stronger. She was also squeezing the bottle, squirting the green potion into her mouth. She flopped and slapped and kicked but could do little to halt things.

Selma forced Missy to drink a couple of mouthfuls before removing the nipple from her mouth with a pop. She glanced up at the table where a now frightened little Andrea tried to cower behind some of the bottles. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” The little girl pleaded.

Selma chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetie. Just do as I say and you’ll be fine.” She dug her hand under Missy’s dress to rub the child’s tummy, a motion that always relaxed her baby bro.

“There, there Missy wissy. It’s not so bad. As a baby people will wait on you hand and foot. Won’t you just love that? Yes you will!” Selma babytalked.

Missy squirmed and whined as the familiar feelings overtook her. “Nooooo. I don’t wanna be a baby!”

“Get up you crybaby!” Selma yelled, pulling Missy’s hair sharply and forcing the girl to her feet. The dress pulled tight around her shoulders as Selma’s foot had not left the hem. As she stared at the girl however the dress got looser, soon sliding down those very same shoulders. The little face she stared at gained in chubbiness and Missy’s height dropped ever so slowly.

Selma held her breath. “Oh my goodness, it really works!” she exclaimed in joy. Distracted by the view, Selma didn’t notice as Missy pulled back. She did notice however when the diminishing little girl kicked her in the shin.

“Ah!” Selma exclaimed in pain as she hopped back, dropping the bottle. Missy scrambled for it, her dress slipping some more and pinning her arms for a moment. She struggled with the dress, pulling an arm free and showing off a flat pink nipple. As she rose she tried to shove into Selma, to knock her over, but the larger girl had already recovered. Grabbing the front of Missy’s dress and gripping the material in her fist Selma easily held Missy and the bottle out of reach.

“So, some fight left in ya? Cool.” She slapped the smaller girl and knocked the bottle from her hand. As Missy cried and whined and struggled Selma untied the knot and pulled the girl’s dress down to her ankles, leaving her bare except for her knotted panties. Despite having the chubby, undeveloped body of a five year old Missy instinctively slapped her arms over her flat chest as she cried. “C’mere.” Selma added, grabbing Missy’s upper arm and easily dragging her over to the sofa.

The twelve year old easily pulled the still regressing girl onto the sofa and onto her lap. There was no need to untie the knot in the panties as Missy’s waist had gotten small enough to allow Selma to easily pull them down to her knees. Baby fat was growing on Missy’s bottom as she shrank. Selma guessed the girl was four when she began to eagerly spank her bared bottom.

“You nasty little brat, you deserve this and more. Naughty girl, stealing from your mommy. How does it feel to be helpless, huh?” Selma intoned as the sounds of skin being smacked filled the air.

Missy blubbered and bawled, her cries becoming higher and more infantile the longer she spent on Selma’s lap. Her blonde hair shortened and thinned while her limbs shortened and thickened with baby fat. She kicked her babyish feet and squirmed, the spanks burning on her skin. Selma didn’t stop for a good minute, seeming like a girl possessed.

Finally, the baby’s bottom as red as a beet, she halted. Plucking Missy up under the arms Selma held the tiny thing up to her face, dangling her in the air. Chubby legs continued to kick as the baby cried, her innocent little privates bare to her tormentor. Selma guessed the baby was a little over a year old. She looked just a bit smaller than her brother. The comparison was a funny one to Selma. Missy was now something to be cooed over and cuddled, looking nothing like the domineering sexy teen she’d been when she’d walking into the house that day.

“Oh Missy, you are soooo cute!” Selma exclaimed. A nasty grin grew on her face. “You look so young and fresh and so much energy too. You’ll be the life of the party. But we really should get you dressed.”

Missy was laid down on a blanket as Selma gathered the nearby box of Pampers. “Hmmm, y’know, you may have to reconsider your policy of no babies at the party.” She joked, holding Missy on her back with a giant hand to the baby’s chest.

“Ima big guhl!” Missy wailed. Despite her protests the former teen found herself powdered, oiled and diapered while being completely helpless to stop it. Selma easily held her ankles together in one hand, seeming like a giant as she leaned over her.

Missy’s mind was a mess anyway. She knew she was supposed to be bigger but her emotions and reasoning were those of an infant and it felt so natural to be that way. So she mostly just whined and bawled her little eyes out.

She felt a rubber nipple return to her mouth and panicked, thinking it was the bad ba-ba again. Selma giggled as her charge flailed at the space above her mouth. “It’s just a pacifier silly. Your whining is getting annoying.” She reached forward and slapped the hands away before she tied a pink bow in the top of the baby’s hair, creating an adorable tuft of blonde hair sticking straight up. “Missy looks very pretty, yes she does! So, ready to meet your date?”

Missy looked up at her with a confused expression. It turned to an expression of horror as she followed Selma’s gaze to the playpen. She was a big girl, not a baby. She deserved to have a big boy as her date. A moan rose up behind the pacifier as Missy began to flail once more. Selma giggled and picked the baby up anyway.

“Oh, don’t be shy. I know you didn’t want him driving your corvette, but I think you two will get along just fine. I mean, you have so much in common.” Selma commented acidly. Missy found herself plopped into the playpen and she immediately tried to scratch against the yielding plastic mesh of the pen in a futile effort to escape.

Luis, giggling at having a playmate, pulled his thumb from his mouth and crawled over to the little blonde. Missy ceased her escape attempt when she felt the warm, wet touch against her cheek. “Ewwwwww.” She repeated cutely, rubbing her wet cheek with a pudgy hand.

“Baby.” Luis clapped happily, before playfully pushing Missy onto her back. The baby girl literally rolled back on her padded bottom, her chubby feet sticking into the air for a moment. Rolling onto her side she crawled desperately away from the larger boy. Unfortunately he just thought it was a game and crawled right after her, grabbing the back of her diaper and pulling. Both babies rolled back into a sitting position where Luis wrapped his arms around the smaller girl and snuggled her like a stuffed bear.

“Awwwww, wooks wike Missy found a friend.” Selma mocked. “Not really a bear hug, more like a cub hug. Now you two behave, it is your first date after all.”

Missy’s whining grew louder and she drummed her little heels against the padded floor of the pen. She was mostly frustrated at her inability to escape from the hug. Hearing a small hissing sound, Selma knew what else the baby was frustrated over. “Oh. Missy wet wet.” Selma giggled madly. “Well, I’m definitely not cleaning up after you this time.”

Luis, currently chewing on Missy’s tuft of hair, noticed the growing yellow of his playmate’s diaper and playfully slapped it with his hand. “Wet.” He repeated, agreeing with his sister.

Selma burst into laughter. Missy burst into tears. The bottle of vodka Andy had bumped while trying to get down from the table burst as it hit the floor.

“Eeep!” the little girl exclaimed as Selma spun around. Slipping on the wet tile Andy scrambled for the door.

“Hey!” Selma called out, running after her. Andy made it to the foyer but was caught. Sneakers beat bare feet most of the time.

“Noooo. NO! Lemme go! Yure not making me a baby!” Andrea struggled and complained.

“Right, I’m not going to.” Selma explained, doing her best to corral the struggling little girl.

“Yure not?” Andrea checked cautiously.

“Nope. I don’t hate you. Seems being eight is punishment enough for being Missy’s friend.” She quipped.

“Oh, okay. Hey!” Andy scowled, but then giggled after a moment. “She is a cute baby.”

“Yeah, isn’t she? So anyway, what did ya find?” Selma asked.

The little girl sighed heavily as they walked back to the living room. “Nothing. Everything else there looks like normal stuff. Missy’s mom must have the an .. anti .... the cure somewhere else.” She commented.

“Or not at all.” Selma commented. Andy halted at those words causing Selma to pause as well. “What?” she asked.

Tears were welling up in Selma’s eyes. “Buh, but if there’s no cure then I’m stuck like dis.” She whined.

Honestly feeling sorry for the girl Selma knelt and hugged her as she started to cry. “Oh, don’t be sad sweetie. I’m sure there’s a cure. Y’know, just in case something like this happens.”

“An’ if there isn’t?”

“If there isn’t, then is it so bad being eight again? You get to play with dollies and play dress-up and you don’t have to do as much.” Andy sniffled, calming down a bit.

“Yeah but, all my friends are teens. They’d laugh at me, an’ they’ll be grown-ups while I’m still a kid.”

“Wellllll, maybe we could do something about that.” To Andy’s confused expression Selma outlined her idea. The little girl couldn’t help but giggle. Still, she seemed reluctant.

“Wouldn’t that be wrong?” she checked. In truth she wasn’t all that sure.

“Not really. I mean, if there is a cure, or if it wears off, then everyone will return to normal. If it’s permanent then you’ll get all your friends as playmates and they’ll get their childhoods back. Not so bad really. If we don’t do it then you could be stuck watching your friends graduate without you.” She explained.

Frowning at that idea Andy nodded. “Okay. I’ll help.”

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Even Selma couldn’t fully understand why she felt the need to do what she was planning. Perhaps she was so intoxicated with the power she’d felt over Missy that she wanted to spread it. Perhaps she was just tired of seeing kids born into money able to do whatever they wanted. Either way, this was an opportunity too good to pass up.

Cocktails were made for every guest using the special green liquid. Luckily Missy had only invited about twenty friends so there was enough to go around.

Wearing a fancy black dress she’d found in the very back of Missy’s closet Selma told the arriving teens they were ?special’ drinks that Missy herself had discovered. Some sneered at the little girl while most just ignored her. All took the drinks. Once finished Selma told them to go into the living room where music was already playing.

The amazing convenience of the regression potion was that its mental effects easily blurred the perception of those who drank it. Teens shrank into little kids without much fuss, some giggling at huge clothing they thought an illusion of their high. A few whined and cried, but even then they did so because they felt ?icky’ not because they realized the truth.

Once everyone had arrived and been ?initiated’, little Andy roamed the party with the baby bottle, her goal to reduce the people she really didn’t like down even further. Of course, that ended up being most of the girls. It wasn’t all that hard as she said the bottle contained even more of the special juice.

Selma hurried to the family room, and slid the playpen to the party. Missy, who had just begun to doze off, blushed a deep red over her entire body as she realized she was surrounded by her classmates and wearing only a diaper.

“Don’t worry snuggle bear, they’re all munchkins too now.” Selma giggled softly. In fact, a few of the girls were slowly shrinking into toddlerhood, their stylish clothing scattered all over the floor.

Having double dosed her targets of interest Andy was now sitting on the sofa bottle feeding a two year old red headed girl a bottle of baby formula. “Drink up Gwenny, you’ll be big an’ strong someday.” She giggled. Only the tot’s shiny green sleeveless top remained, though it now fit her like a gown.

“Man, this is so whack.” One boy piped up.

The Asian girl he’d arrived with, now a toddler as well and completely naked, nodded and giggled. “Yeth. I weally feew smawl and fwee. Wike a baby! I cawn’t even feew my boobies!” she squeaked excitedly.

He frowned, a sliver of reality peeking through the fog. “Y’know Mariko, you look like a baby too.”

“I’m NOT a baby!” she retorted, her mood swinging like a pendulum. She stamped her foot. “Take dat bak!” she whined.

“Nah. ?Cause ya do.” He snickered, tickling her under the chin. “Cootchie cootchie coo.” Neither of them noticed as little Mari started doing the pee pee dance.

“Yure mean Danny!” she started to sniffle, hopping from one foot to the next. “I don’t wanna be yure giwl friend no more.”

“Good, ?cause I don’t want a baby for a girl friend anyway.” He finally noticed her antics and giggled.

“I .... Nah .... Ah .... Baybee!!” Mariko screeched, just as her little hands flew to her crotch and a trickle of urine ran from behind them and to the floor. The expression of horror and embarrassment on her little face was priceless, and hilarious.

Noticing the playpen and the babies nearby the boy shouted to Selma, his mind still thinking most of this an illusion. “Hey, we got another baby over here. The class president needs her di di.” He laughed.

Little Mariko just bawled as Selma made her way over, showing off her pearly white baby teeth, though it was not quite the shining smile that had gotten her elected.

Selma found she enjoyed diapering the new little brats almost as much as she’d enjoyed diapering Missy. Mariko joined her former classmate in the playpen, as did Gwen and a handful of others, mostly girls. By this point in time the older kids had noticed that things weren’t all that normal though Selma suspected the babies probably thought they were on a bad trip or something.

“Y’know, what if we’re really little kids?” one boy exclaimed.

After a moment’s pause another breathed, “Wicked.”

Selma stood up and cleared her throat, standing tall over the entire group. “Well, since all of you seem to be enjoying yourselves, I think it’s time I introduced the hostess of this wonderful affair. Melissa Collins.”

Missy tried to crawl away in the playpen as the kids in the party commented that none of them had seen her yet. Selma easily plucked her out of the pen however and held her high above her head for all to see. “Here she is!” Selma had taken the time to add a floppy green elf hat complete with fake ears to Missy’s little head. It had originally been bought for Luis. She’d also wrapped a ribbon with a bow around the baby girl’s flat chest, making her look extra cute and adorable.

There was a gasp from the kids, and then a mass of giggles. “Missy’s a baby!” they exclaimed. Thus began the chant, “Missy’s a baby, Missy’s a baby, Missy’s a baby.”

“Hey, great party Missy.” One of the boys shouted out.

Curling her knees and toes Missy sucked on her thumb as she endured the embarrassment. The sucking did soothe her. In most ways she was really feeling like a baby. It just all seemed natural now. The way things were supposed to be. In truth, she didn’t recall most of how it felt to be a teen anymore anyway, though she didn’t realize that.

After a minute Selma brought her down and cradled her and Missy could see the smiling faces of her former classmates. She gurgled and squirmed happily as she somehow understood her party had been a complete success. A moment later she noticed her foot, grabbed it, and stuck her toes cleanly into her mouth.

The remaining little girls had switched the CD and the Barbie song that once played in Missy’s car came on. The boys scowled a bit, but everyone laughed as the girls giggled and danced.

“Hmmm, I suppose I can brush your hair and undress you anywhere.” Selma joked to Missy, poking her round tummy. The baby gurgled despite herself.

Selma was feeling on top of the world, so of course it came crashing down. “Selma! What is going on here?” her mother gasped, not understanding why there was a party of kids and toddlers going on. “And where is Miss Collins?”

“Um, actually, this is her party. It’s a long story.” Selma said. She felt the diaper on her arm become warm. “Though it has a happy ending, and I know I got what I wanted for Christmas.” She finished, fingering the bow on Missy’s chubby chest while a nervous laugh escaped her lips.

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“That is impossible.” Selma’s mother stated flatly. They were sitting at the table now as the children played, and played with the babies.

“Nope. Just try some, you’ll see. You deserve to take a few years off. Um, just be sure to only drink a little.” The twelve year old warned.

Rosa stared intently at the remaining shimmering green liquid, but shook her head after a moment. “It is not ours to use, or play with. You should be ashamed for this Selma.” Her mother scolded.

“But I just helped. Missy and Andy were already little, and Andy wanted to do this. Even if it can’t be cured at least they’ll grow up again.” Selma defended herself, though she was feeling a bit ashamed and looked down at the floor. After a moment however she added, “Still, it’s done. No use crying over spilled milk, right? And Missy is the one who broke into her mom’s stuff. You could just say you accidentally drank some spiked soda or something. Like, say, this glass.” Selma held up a full glass of clear soda she’d poured for herself then quickly took a gulp.

Her mother blinked as she looked closely at her daughter’s face. “Selma? What did you do?” Rosa asked softly. Over the next few minutes Selma’s features changed slightly and her body lost a great deal of mass as her thin limbs became even skinnier and her face gained back a bit of baby fat.

Selma grinned up at her mother as she regressed. When she spoke it was in an ever higher voice. “Well, I like the idea of being a little kid again. Also this way you can blame Missy for everything. Unless we grow all back, then who cares. Now, you gonna drink some of that soda or am I going to have an older mommy?” she asked cutely.

Rosa glared daggers at her daughter, but she couldn’t stay angry at her ever more adorable daughter. Finally she sighed and took a few healthy swigs.

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Epilogue

It turns out that the liquid in question was an experimental nano-virus that an old friend of Missy’s mother had given her in part to use on herself and in part to sell to her rich friends. Given the questionable legality of each of those actions, Missy’s mother was not in the mood to make any of this incident public so the authorities did not get involved. Furthermore, the ?green stuff’ was permanent, especially when massive loss of mass was sustained. The only cure was growing back up. Therefore, little Missy and many of her school friends had to get used to diapers and baby bottles once again, not that they seemed to mind much after a few days. At least Santa brought them plenty, as well as toys, so in some ways it was still a happy holidays for all. Still, it’s a good thing Missy’s family did have lots of money to keep things quiet and the holidays happy. Regardless, many of the new tots’ parents were thrilled to get their little bundles of joy back, not to mention a few years off their clocks as well to resolve their worries.

As for Rosa, she ended up back in her early twenties and is no longer a maid. Confidential settlements tend to change things like that. Selma ended up at eight, which was perfectly fine for her as it was the same age as her new best friend Andrea. The two girls had a lot of fun playing together that Christmas, as well as babysitting Selma’s brother and Missy from time to time.

Of course, the liquid still exists as well, and it would make sense for any of the slighted parties to want a kind of revenge. But not for a little while I’d say. After all it’s still a time for good cheer, and there are still many diapers to change.

The End.

Oni (December 2005)

 

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