The Dark Tomes

Chapter 3
Fraction of a Woman

"Fraction of a Woman"

by Dark Oni

"Out!" came the call from the head judge.

Seventeen year old tennis star Maria Harris immediately snarled "What the heck do you mean out!? That was in!" The girl strode confidently towards the official, her thick muscular legs and trim physique creating a forceful picture.

Catcalls flew from the crowd as many Harris bashers rubbed their eyes mockingly and held up ’Maria ’Crybaby’ Harris’ signs. The girl was well known for her perpetual whining, especially when she was beginning to lose, as she was now.

Maria ignored the crowd however and focused her fury on the official, walking close to the chair. "That’s at least five calls you’ve blown this set alone. You’re not just half an official you’re half a man." she exclaimed, her short black hair bobbing with her.

Head judge Jerry Norris glared down at her and shouted "Penalty Harris! Point Graves!"

"Penalty! What the...?!" Maria shouted.

"Careful Miss Harris. You don’t want to be penalized further." Norris warned.

Throwing her racket to the ground Harris stomped to her seat.

"That’s it." Jerry thought. He really liked his job. It was people like Harris that made it a pain. Spoiled little teen brats who thought winning was their right just for stepping on the court.

Watching Harris pout Jerry decided to do something about it. He was a wizard, and a pretty good one too. He’d thought up a great spell just for this kind of situation.

Maria sat with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She was dragging the situation out a bit, daring the head judge to do something. After about thirty seconds she grinned and reached for a new racket. She knew he wouldn’t be man enough.

It was then she felt a chill run down her spine. She shook it off, figuring it was just a cold breeze. Stepping back onto the court she adjusted her dress as it was feeling a bit loose.

A few points later another call went against her and Maria shouted a complaint. This time the judge didn’t respond at all. Turning in a huff Maria felt the chill again. This time it was stronger.

Maria stopped again and forcfully shifted her sports bra into place. "Stupid bra." she thought before taking another step and almost slipping out of her sneakers. Annoyed she bent down and tied the laces as tightly as she could, which seemed to keep them on.

Unnoticed by her, Maria’s body had shrunk back to the way it had been when she was thirteen. Her legs were skinny now and her chest was almost flat, her medium sized breasts having quickly melted away. The scowl on her face was now closer to cute than menacing as her cheeks regained some of the chubbiness of adolesence. For some reason the crowd also failed to notice her new appearance or the way her tennis outfit was beginning to hang on her.

It wasn’t long before the girl’s oversized clothes caused another few lost points and her frustration level rose. Yelling out in anger Maria spotted the grinning line judge and snapped "What are you smiling at?"

Another chill hit her body. This time Maria could literally feel her dress getting bigger until it reached past her knees. Her sports bra slipped down to her stomach. The racket she held felt large and heavy and she could feel the space in her sneakers as she wiggled her toes freely.

"What the hell?" she whispered, her voice higher than she remembered.

Norris, for his part, was enjoying things greatly. He’d triggered Maria’s regression to coincide with outbursts of anger. Even better was the illusion he’d thrown over her form. No matter how young she got, the people and camera’s around the event would see a seventeen year old tennis player.

Watching the confused and flustered ten year old, Norris shouted "Harris! Delay of game warning."

Maria’s head shot up at that remark. Hadn’t anyone noticed what was happening to her? She couldn’t play the match like this! She looked ridiculous and she didn’t stand a chance!

"Harris!"

The little girl jumped. She was scared but she didn’t want to lose. Running to her spot on the court she tripped over her sneakers, just barely maintaining her balance. She quickly removed her shoes and socks and tossed them to the side of the court. There was a murmer among the crowd as many wondered why she’d just chosen to play barefoot.

Maria tried her best but it was pretty much useless. Point after point blew by her as she found it impossible to reach her opponent’s shots with her shorter strides. As match point approached she became increasingly upset, her emotions even wilder than usual. When she double faulted her serve for the third time she started to cry.

Catcalls and laughter began to fall from the crowd as people saw the brat queen of tennis squirting tears. The crowd’s reaction simply made poor Maria even more upset. No longer was she the brash and arrogant teen. She was a little girl who was already being made nervous by the surrounding audience and didn’t need to be made fun of!

Without thinking Maria stuck her tongue out at the throngs of spectators. She was horrified the instant she did it. It had been an impulse and a bad one at that. For a moment the gallery was silent but that was quickly followed by a roar of laughter.

More tears stung Maria’s eyes as embarrassment flooded her. The same people she usually made fun of or ignored were truly upsetting her.

Maria responded by stomping her feet and screaming "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop being mean to me you poo poo heads!"

Maria’s eyes went wide with shock as she realized what she’d said. How could she have uttered that...that drivel? Before she could think about it further she again felt a chill. Her already large dress became huge, the hem ending up around her ankles. She was fortunate the collar of the dress was so small or it would have slipped completely off her. Instead she could feel cool air hitting the skin around her neck. Her sports bra had caught at her waist.

Jerry had watched the last regress with amusement. The teen queen was now six, her little face chubby and adorable. He’d quickly thrown a shrink spell onto the girl’s panties so they wouldn’t slip any further. He wanted to embarrass her, not give the crowd a free peek show. He could tell the girl was terrified now, but it wasn’t over. Match point needed to be played.

"Harris!" he yelled again. "Quit wasting time. Get in position to return serve."

A miserable Maria looked at the judge in fear. He’d yelled at her, which meant she was being bad. She didn’t want to be bad so she did as she was told. Slowly she shuffled into position, the motion of her legs limited by the position of her dress as she dragged her racket behind her.

To the spectators in the stands and on TV it was a very strange sight. To them a barefoot, seventeen year old beauty was taking baby steps as she pouted and cried heavily. The only conclusion they could come to was that Maria the brat was trying to delay the inevitable. That or she’d finally lost her sanity. Either way, booing could be heard on the court.

Blinking back stinging tears Maria tried to focus on her opponent’s serve. She couldn’t lose, she just couldn’t.

The serve came and the tennis ball flew right at her. Maria barely had the chance to budge before the ball bounced and socked her right on the forehead, the force of the blow knocking her on her back. Stunned and staring at the sky Maria heard the head judge shout "Game, Set, Match, Graves."

"Nooo." she whined weakly. "I was winning. I was winning! I can’t lose!" she cried out.

The little tennis player’s emotions overwhelmed her. She didn’t understand why this was happening to her. She just new it had caused her to lose the match and she couldn’t stand it.

"It’s not fair! It’s not FAIR!!" she shrieked, as she rolled onto her stomach and began pounding her fists and kicking her legs against the ground.

Every eye and camera lens on the court fell on the spectical of the teen star throwing a temper tantrum. While there was some snickering, most watched in stunned silence.

For Maria all reason was lost in a world of rage and frustration. She barely felt the chill this time. For Jerry, the only other person who could see the transformation, it was perfect.

The little girl’s arms and legs retreated back into her body as her dress began to engulf her. Jerry quickly threw another shrink spell at her clothing to prevent her from inadvertantly stripping herself infront of millions of people. As Maria became smaller so did her dress. When she reached the age of two the dress fit perfectly again. She was also literally crying like a baby.

Her tantrum slowed and eventually came to a stop as she buried her head in her hands and let loose the waterworks. By this time she’d worn herself out. Without really thinking about it Maria curled into a fetal position and started sucking on her thumb. To Jerry it was adorable, to the rest of the world it was insane. The seventeen year old brat queen of tennis was acting like a baby and on a much higher level than normal.

After a few seconds a middle aged woman with long dark hair ran onto the court and knelt beside Maria.

"Maria? Honey? Are you okay? Speak to mommy." the woman said.

The girl lifted her head and mumbled around her thumb. "Mommy? I wanna go ’ome."

"Okay honey, whatever you want. Can you get up for me?" she asked.

Maria shifted herself into a seated position, her feet sticking out in front of her. Before she could stand however a faraway look came to her eyes and she began to rapidly suck on her thumb. Her mother was puzzled for a moment, then remembered that look from a long time ago and shifted her gaze to the ground. Sure enough, there was a yellow puddle forming under Maria.

"Maria!" her mother whispered harshly. "What’s wrong with you?"

Her daughter stared back at her. "Mommy? I tink I gotta go potty."

By this time the press had surrounded them and even the camera people started to laugh.

"Yeah, I guess you do." one of them quiped. A roar of laughter followed.

"Mommy, they’re bein mean." Maria whined, seemingly close to more tears.

"Let’s get you out of here honey." her mother returned. With that she stood up and helped Maria to her feet. She was amazed at how light her daughter felt. The girl was unsteady but seemed able to stand. She wouldn’t walk however until her mother took her hand, but even then she seemed to keep it low so her mother had to bend a bit.

It was again a strange sight as they left the court. The teen star was waddling slowly, seemingly unsure of her steps as her mother held her hand and led the way.

To Jerry it was one of the sweetest things he’d even seen. A mother and her young daughter walking together.

When they reached the confines of Maria’s dressing room, mom’s demeanor changed though.

"What the hell were you doing out there Maria? You know how much your normal act embarrases me, were you trying to get kicked out of tennis?" she shouted.

Maria cringed at her mother’s outburst and sucked harder on her thumb. "I sowwy mommy. I dunno wha happened. I felt cold and then the world got big."

"What are you talking about? Was this some kind of publicity stunt? Are you doing things without telling me now?"

Maria started to cry. "I sowwy. I sowwy mommy. I din’t mean to have an axcident. I feel all wet now and I don like it."

A knock at the door interrupted them.

"Not right now." Mrs. Harris said in a sweet voice. "We’re busy."

The voice from the other end of the door responded "I think you’ll want to let me in. I can explain everything."

Mrs. Harris looked strangly at her still crying daughter, then walked to the door and unlocked it.

"Mr. Norris? What do you know about this?" she exclaimed upon seeing who it was.

Closing the door behind him Jerry said "Well, I did it to her."

"You did this!?" Mrs. Harris replied angrily. "What? How? I’m getting security."

"Oh, don’t panic. I can fix it. Just watch." Jerry interrupted, walking past Mrs. Harris and standing in front of a fearful Maria. Smiling he asked "How’s my bratty little girl? In need of a change I see."

Mrs. Harris was about to shout for help when Norris reached under Maria’s arms and effortlessly picked her up into the air. Holding the seemingly teenaged girl at arm’s length he walked over to the dressing room table and laid her on her back in what looked to be an incredible feat of strength.

Mrs. Harris was barely able to take in what she’d just seen when Norris snapped his fingers, causing the items on the table to shift and change. A towel turned into a large disposable diaper, a box of tissues became baby wipes and Maria’s sports deoderant became a bottle of baby powder.

She watched in stunned silence as he removed her daughter’s wet and ruined panties and tossed them aside. She then gasped when she saw Maria’s pubic hair was missing. She wondered why her daughter would have chosen to shave it.

Her daughter bacame a bit upset and kicked clumsily at Norris a bit, seeming to miss with every strike. Norris easily caught each of her feet in one hand and lifted her ass off the table.

Maria struggled with all her strength but could not free her feet from the giant man’s grip. Her pudgy little legs, once long and muscular, were now no match for even one of his hands! She felt completely exposed and helpless as Norris treated her like a common toddler.

He allowed Maria to struggle futiley for a few seconds then grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned her from top to bottom. The girl’s despair grew as her personal wall of privacy was completely shattered. She could feel herself being wiped thoroughly and efficiently. It was as if she had ceased to be a respectable person to this man and was now merely a child to be taken care of.

Throwing the wipe in the garbage Norris then reached for the diaper and placed it under the girl’s still hovering behind.

Maria began to cry heavily as her skin touched the diaper. She wanted him to stop but there was nothing she could do. He was huge. As Norris powdered her she looked desperatly at her mommy. "Stop it. Stop it! I’m not a baby." she whined.

As Jerry folded the disposable diaper shut and closed the tabs he remarked "Well, you certainly acted like one on the court today. That’s why I taught you a lesson. Did you learn it?" With that he grabbed both of the girl’s feet in one hand again and tickled them.

Maria squirmed, caught between joy and horror. Half crying, half laughing she got out "Yes. Yes! I’ll be good. I’ll be good."

"I thought so. You know, if I’m half a man as you called me, then you must be a fraction of a woman right now. A small fraction at that." Jerry remarked, stopping the torture. With that he again picked Maria up and placed her on his hip. Bouncing her slightly he turned to Mrs. Harris.

Maria’s mother was too shocked to speak. She watched Norris jiggle the crying girl and coo at her in an effort to cheer her up. The sight was unbelievable. This man was holding her seventeen year old daughter as if she were a baby!

Maria’s long legs were easily visible as her toes dangled inches off the ground. Her thumb was still in her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks. She was still wearing her white dress, but now it seemed less appropriate clothing than the diaper considering her behaviour.

She couldn’t believe what she’d seen before that either. When Mr. Norris had stated responsibility for her daughter’s behavior she’d assumed drugs or hypnosis. But he was handling her with the ease of an adult taking care of a real baby. Adding the trick he’d done at the dressing table, Mrs. Harris was understandably confused.

Norris stopped his cooing and followed his tearful charge’s gaze. On the floor was one of Maria’s tennis rackets. Bending over he picked it up and held it in front of her face.

"Do you want to play with this?" he mocked. "I’m sorry honey but this is for big girls who can hold their temper, not little brats like you."

Maria took the remark badly, her face forming into a pout and her lower lip sticking out. "I wanna pway. I wanna pway!" she shouted, kicking her feet and shaking her fists.

"Well, since you want it so badly...." Jerry remarked, staring at the racket. A glow formed around the object and it quickly shrank. After a moment a small, stuffed, toy racket was what was left. Jerry handed it to Maria.

"There you go. Now it’s just right." he joked.

Maria grabbed the item from him, stared at it for a moment, then angrily threw it to the floor. "No! I wanna pway for weal!"

Jerry stared at the fallen toy for a moment before mumbling "Well, the more things change....." Turning to Maria he said "Sorry little girl, you had your chance. Maybe now you’ll learn to play nice."

Mrs. Harris finally was able to compose herself enough to utter "Wha...what is going on here?"

Norris grinned at her and said "I’m sorry. This all must be very strange to you. I’ll let you see what’s really happening." With that the image of Maria shimmered and shrank. Within seconds the teen was replaced with a tiny toddler.

Mrs. Harris gasped at the sight. Her daughter looked the way she had fifteen years ago, her dark hair short and her face adorable. She suddenly understood how Norris could handle her so easily. She actually was a baby.

"How...what?" she stuttered.

"I’m a wizard. I felt if she wanted to act like a baby I would indulge her. You’d have a pretty hard time convincing anyone that I did anything though. Magic isn’t admissable as evidence." he commented.

Mrs. Harris was barely paying attention to him, she was too busy staring at her little girl. What the public saw of Maria was only a part of the problem. Her daughter had become very difficult in recent years, constantly using her status to seperate herself from her parent’s rules. Her mother was sure Maria was planning on leaving them completely when she turned eighteen.

But now, now she had her baby back.

"Ohhhhh, Mari, come to mommy." she exclaimed, taking the toddler from Mr. Norris’ arms.

"Mommy? Help me. Make the mean man turn me back." the child begged.

"Now sweetie, I think Mr. Norris has the right idea." Mrs. Harris comented.

"What?" Jerry said surprisingly.

"Mommy?" Maria asked worriedly.

"You’ve been a very bad girl Mari. Throwing tantrums, swearing, insulting nice people like Mr. Norris. I think this is the perfect chance for me to fix that attitude of yours."

Maria stared at her mommy in horror. "NO! I’m a big girl! I’m wich! I don’t hafta wisten to you!" she screamed. Her mother gave her a sharp slap to her bottom which stopped the protests and caused a look of fear to cross Maria’s face.

"Hush! I won’t have you talking back to me anymore. You will do as I say, understood?" her mother asked, relishing in the control she had regained over her daughter.

"Y-yes mommy." Maria said weakly.

"Good girl. Now Mr. Norris, I was wondering, would it be possible to keep this spell on her for say, a year or more? I could make it worth your efforts."

Jerry blinked for a moment, taken back by Mrs. Harris’ reaction. He’d really only meant for this to be temporary. Still, if it was worth his while... "Um, well, she is a toddler now. Only the illusion of adulthood has to be maintained."

"Wonderful. Did you hear that honey? You’re mommy’s little baby again. Hmmm, while I’m making changes, I think it’d be better if you took up ballet this time. Tennis is much too dangerous." Maria cried loudly in reaction.

Picking up a hair clip Jerry changed it into a pacifier with a plastic tennis ball on the front. He then stuck it into Maria’s mouth, snuffing out her cries.

"Thank you." Mrs. Harris said. "Y’know, there is still a problem. It will be hard for her to just dissapear from tennis, especially after that spectical today."

Jerry smiled and said "I think I may have a way around that."

The press conference a couple of hours later was a strange sight. Maria was seated at the table, her mother at the podium. This in and of itself wasn’t out of the ordinary. The fact that Maria was dressed in a large disposable diaper, yellow bonnet and yellow t-shirt that read "li’l brat" was extremely weird however.

Maria’s mother was finishing her comments. "As I said, according to her psychiatrist this may have been building for some time. In conclusion, we regret to announce that due to Maria’s unfortunate nervous breakdown she will be out of tennis indefinately. Any questions?"

Many reporters rose and Mrs. Harris selected one. "Why is Maria dressed the way she is?"

"She wanted to. She is thinking like a baby right now and the doctor felt it was best to indulge her."

Maria looked uncomfortable with the comment and seemed ready to say something. A glare from her mother stopped her though and she put her thumb in her mouth instead. Many photo flashes lit up a moment later.

"Hey, Susan. What’s your reaction to winning the match like this? Feel cheated?" another reporter asked.

"I would have won anyway. Tantrum or no tantrum." Susan Graves answered.

Again Maria looked upset. Glaring at Graves she mumbled around her thumb "I woulda won!"

"Oh, the baby speaks!" Graves mocked. "I thought your mommy was going to say everything for you."

"I ken tawlk, you big stupid head." Maria continued.

Susan, along with most of the room, laughed at the insult and grinned. "Oh, great comeback. I’m as outclassed here as I was on the court it seems." Susan joked, eliciting more laughter. Continuing she said "Listen little Maria, I won’t argue with children. The next insult you throw, I’ll pull that diaper down right here and spank you myself."

Maria’s response was to stick out her tongue and say "Poo poo head."

In a swift motion Susan jumped up, but kept her place as a security guard stepped in her way. Maria kept her tongue out at her and rocked her head back and forth mockingly.

Maria’s mother broke the tense scene by speaking to the guard. "Don’t worry. Maria deserves a spanking for her behavior and I think Miss Graves has taken enough abuse from her to have the right to give it. Maybe a spanking will teach her not to insult people so much."

There was a murmer in the room but it was nothing compared to the shriek of horror that came from Maria. "Noooo! Mommy, nohohohoho!"

A sly grin came to Susan’s face as she walked over and grabbed Maria’s shoulder. She easily pulled Maria over her lap and smoothly pulled the diaper down. She paused a moment as her hated rival squirmed in fear on her lap, her bare ass visible to the world. "Don’t be nervous now BABY Maria. This will please me a lot more than it will hurt you."

A loud smacking could be heard as Susan began the spanking, along with the clicking of quite a few cameras. Maria was reduced to tears almost instantly. She was still physically two years old and the blows from her giant rival hurt greatly but it was nothing compared to the shame of having this done to her so publicly. It wasn’t long before her anguish released itself onto Susan’s lap.

Graves paused in mid-spank and quickly checked her now wet dress. "Oh my gosh, she peed on me! She really is a baby." Susan exclaimed.

Maria’s mother calmly walked over and said "I’m very sorry. I’ll have to change her now I suppose. Her other diaper was already wet." With that she helped Maria off Susan’s lap and onto her back on the press table. She was careful not to exhibit any undo feats of strength.

As she wiped a tearful, thumb sucking Maria dry she asked "Would you like to put the diaper on her?"

"Oh yes." Susan said gleefully. Maria whined but was silenced by a slap to her thigh. Moments later Susan Graves pulled a diaper over the bare mons of her defeated rival Maria Harris and closed it shut. As hundreds of photos of the event were created, Maria’s career was closed as well.

Leaning close to Maria’s ear Susan then whispered "I can’t wait to see you in an adorable little ballerina outfit. I must visit to babysit sometime." Maria’s eyes opened wide at the comment as Susan winked at her. Graves knew! Another shade of crimson washed over her body.

It didn’t matter though as a still sobbing Maria was pulled to her feet and led away from the press conference by her mother. Her new life awaited her.

Susan Graves sighed as she plopped down in the chair in her dressing room. She pulled the hair tie from her long hair and allowed her blonde locks free. She then removed her shoes and socks and stretched, finally able to relax. As she closed her eyes she relived the power she’d felt over Maria and relished it. It had been wonderful to put her bratty rival in her place.

The more she thought of the spanking and diapering the more turned on she became. Her fingers found the front of her panties and she noticed they were already damp. She then proceeded to rub herself through the fabric, eliciting the initial shots of pleasure. Her thoughts were interrupted by a male voice.

"You really enjoyed that didn’t you?" Mr. Norris asked.

"Jerry!" she exclaimed. Her eyes shot wide open and she jumped to her feet. "Quit doing that! I hate when you come into rooms like that."

Jerry smiled smugly and looked down into the annoyed and embarrassed face of Susan Graves before saying "I’m sorry honey. I’ll be more careful next time. Great job out there by the way. You were very convincing. Mrs. Harris is very thankful."

A grin returned to the woman’s face and she replied "You can tell her the pleasure was all mine. The little brat deserves it. I mean, what does it say when her own mother thinks a second childhood is in her best interests? Yeesh."

A sigh came from Jerry’s lips. "True. Have to admit I didn’t see that one coming. Looks like you’ll be winning a lot of matches this year. Even without my help."

Susan wrapped her arms around Jerry and pulled him close for a kiss. After a few moments she finally released him and whispered "Thank you. So what now?"

"Now let’s have some fun. You’re already a little wet so let’s help you along a bit more."

With that Susan felt a release in her bladder and warm urine quickly filled her panties and flowed down her legs. A knowing smile came to her face and she put her thumb in her mouth and said "Da Da? I tink I have to go potty."

"Tsk tsk. Susie! I thought you were old enough to wear big girl panties. Looks like it’s back to diapers for you."

Susan blushed red and sucked her thumb loudly. "I sowwy Da Da. I twy harder next time. Pwease change me."

"It’s alright honey. I love you no matter what." With a snap of his fingers a glow formed around Susan and her tennis dress shrank into a white babydoll dress, the hem of which ended above her bellybutton. A white bonnet formed around her head as well but her soaked panties remained unchanged.

With another snap the rug underneath her transformed into a changing pad and Jerry gently laid her onto it. Pulling the panties off revealed her shaved and wet privates which he quickly wiped dry. He then reached a finger into her and tickled her clit.

"Coochie, coochie, coo." he joked.

Susan giggled with pleasure and allowed her legs to wander aimlessly as her feelings slowly built. As the seconds passed Jerry tickled her ever faster, causing her to kick her legs slightly and suck her thumb more rapidly. Approaching climax Susan sucked hard on her thumb and began to curl her toes. Waves of pleasure then washed violently over her, causing her to spasm and buck on the changing pad.

"Did Susie like that?" Jerry asked knowingly.

"Yes Da Da. Pwease again? Again! Again!" she asked. As Jerry nodded and began to tickle her again Susan looked up at her lover contentedly and thought of how wonderful a year this was truly going to be.

The End.

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Copyright, Dark Oni

August, 1999.

 

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