The Switch (a halloween story)

Chapter 5
The End ? or is it?

Chapter Description: Read and find out the final fate of the two sisters, or is it?

Rose hummed to herself as she rummaged through her sisters jewelry, searching for an extra chain. "Aha!" she lifted up a fine link one, "this will be perfect." She picked up the pacifier from where it had fallen, stringing it onto the chain and clasping it around her neck. "There...so you don’t get any ideas of snatching it, and switching us back. I’ll just keep it safe right here..." She stuck her tongue out playfully. "It’s so fun being 18 like you, big sis...I just love it! I think I want to stay this way forever..." Emily could agian do little more than stare at her sister in horror as she imagined being stuck as an infant while Rose used and abused her beautiful body. "Well, in any case, it’s almost time for the party..." Rose ho-hummed to herself as she shifted her boobs, making sure they showed off just enough to draw everyone’s attention. "Mmkay, Emily! Just a second and we’ll get going..." She scampered off again, coming back with a sparkley pink stroller that matched the princess outfit perfectly.

"Gorrah brbbple rraeya!" ’There’s no way you’re getting me into that thing!’ Emily kicked and tried to roll over so she could crawl away, but Rose picked her up before she could go anywhere.

"Oh, come now! You know how much you loved to do this to me...now it’s my turn, remember? You only have yourself to blame." She sat her in the stroller, strapping her in quickly before she could go anywhere. "You look so cute...I’m sure all your friends will love to see you! Or rather, me..." She laughed, leaving her sentence open for her sister to decide who they would rather see--her or her body. It wasn’t hard to figure out which they’d rather be looking at. "Now, which party was first? That’s right...the outside rave..." She grabbed the handles of the stroller, wheeling her little sister out into the night.

After a trial of getting a special wristband and following a large crowd around for a while, the sisters found themselved in the mist of a large rave, out in some secluded hills bathed in the full moon’s light. The air was vibrating, the bass of the speakers pumped up to maximum volume, and the masses of women moved with it, their hands and faces glowing and in constant motion. There were also a few fires lit in large pits, which made their motions even more eerie. Many of them were familiar to the two girls--Emily, becuase they were ’friends’, and Rose, because she had seen her sister with them before. The now-elder went about, collecting a few extra glowing things from people and wheeling her Emily around, looking for a good spot to put her while she danced. Almost every one of the girls she got a glowstick from pointed out just how cute little ’Rose’ looked in her outfit, poking her and laughing on her with breath that reeked of various drugs. Once she had found a good spot, Rose left Emily for a little while--giving her a laxative bottle to keep her busy--to go dance with some of the sluttier girls she recognized, keeping one hand low at all times so she could finger them through their costumes. Most of them either seemed to not care, or loved it when she did--they’d move closer, eyeing her with a hint of lust in their eyes.

Rose danced with them in that fashion for hours--or so it felt to Emily--before the laxative kicked in. Emily could feel it this time, and did her best to hold it in, but her underdeveloped baby muscles stood no chance. She grunted loudly as she tried to stop herself, succeeding in nothing more than making her sh*t come out faster. A few of the girls closer to her heard her grunts and came over, kneeling down to get a better look at her.

"Oh, isn’t she cute! All dressed up for Halloween!" said a girl in a skimpy catgirl costume.

"Yeah, Rose looks adorable in that little princess costume." replied her friend, who was dressed like a German dominatrix.

"The sparkles are so cool...! They’re dancing!" They all giggled and poked at her and fluffed her dress, obviously high from both dancing and some form of drug. Emily pouted and blubbered, trying to form words to tell them what had happened, but to no avail--she was an infant, and her muscles just wouldn’t allow it. While they were playing with little Emily, Rose had stripped herself down to her bra and panties, and was dancing roughly against a particularly friend of ’hers’...they were holding each other, and occasionally kissing, to the point that they may as well have been having sex right there in the middle of the crowd. Many who noticed cheered them on, or glowsticked around them, one or two girls even conjuring between the two of them.

The dancing lights and pouding music mingled with the cheering and laughter of the women around them, and Rose and her slut friend danced together until they orgasmed in unison. After that, Rose came back over to Emily, out of breath and red-faced from the adrenaline pumping through her. "Okay...that’s enough for the moment...now it’s time to change you." Rose pulled a small pillow and blanket from the bottom of the stroller, laying them on the ground so Emily would be at least a little comfortable. She took her out of the stroller and layed her down, along with wipes and a fresh diaper. The girls who had been teasing Emily, as well as a few others who happened to be in the area, turned and watched as she was changed. They pointed and giggled at the slimey mess ’little Rose’ had made in her diaper, and how many wipes it took her ’big sister’ to clean it all off her butt.

Rose grinned at Emily, who had begun to blubber and tear up again, then whispered, "I’m almost done, little one...Just one more thing I need to do." She finished changing her sister, putting on a fresh diaper and putting everything away. Picking up Emily, she sat back on her knees and pulled one of her breasts out of her bra, forcing her nipple into her sisters mouth again. Many of the girls who had been giggling began to coo at ’Rose’, and how cute she looked when she was suckling at big sister’s (excessively large) teats.

When she had finished, Rose strapped her sister back into the stroller, and headed off to go find that girl again--she was a really good ’dancer’. A particularly obnoxious girl--who also happened to be one of the slutty enemies Emily had made for herself--spotted Rose and honed in on her. She had seen her dancing earlier, and knew she had to take her down now or she would never be able to gain popularity over her. She stalked her through the crowd, slowly moving closer to her prey. She sidled up next to her and spotted the pacifier, thinking what a ridiculous accessory to have--so she grabbed the chain and shoved her to the ground. The chain snapped roughly, scratching her neck and sending the pacifier flying into a nearby bonfire. As Rose hit the ground, the pacifier exploded in the flame, a bright flash of purple ’fireworks’ going off and making everyone cheer, distracted from what had happened.

As the pacifier was destroyed, the sisters began to change again--Rose began to shrink into her tiny, baby body, the bra and panties becoming looser and looser on her. Emily began to grow, and unbuckled herself as soon as she could so it didn’t crush her stomach. She fell foreward onto her hands and knees, the diaper stretching and falling off--lucky for her, it was clean. When she had finished transforming, she hugged herself, making sure it was her body, then crawled frantically over to her younger sister. She took up the crying infant in her arms, sobbing with her. "I’m so sorry...God, Rose, I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll never do any of that again...I promise..." She sat there, holding her sister and crying, going completely unnoticed by the sluts and ravers dancing around them, lost once again in the pumping music and dancing flames.