Wrong Department, by Megs

Chapter 6
Chapter Six – Baby Fat

Chapter Description: By Megs

Putting on the lingerie was a little like trying to pretend a beach towel was a bikini. The panties were so big there was no possible way to make them stay up aside from holding on to them, and the bra hung over her shoulders, sagging to her waist like a bizarre pair of satin water wings. She knew she must look absurd, but a little part of her waited, expectantly, for the change to start. She would grow up soon. The very thought of it filled her with relief. Being this short, this helpless had been a lot more trying than she ever could have imagined.

A minute passed. Nothing. The lingerie was still hanging off her like it had been fashioned by giants. She held her breath as a horrible thought crossed her mind. What if she had gotten too young, or if the magic didn’t work outside the store? In a fit of terror Tina pulled out the teen panties from their hiding place and put them on. Earlier when she had donned them she had become a teen in a matter of moments. With trembling hands she pulled them up, still having to support them. Another minutes passed. She felt nothing. No tingling, no twinge.

"Wondering why nothing is happening?" Woolson questioned. Tina jumped. His voice was coming from the other side of the door.

"It’s not working!" she complained, annoyed at how high and whiny she sounded. She stashed the teen panties away, ignoring the potential that they were now useless.

"Of course not," explained Woolson patiently. "I failed to tell you one of the most important parts of the spell."

Tina began to get dressed in the child clothes again. There was no point standing here naked, and the mixed feelings she had been working up to for the impending sex now felt utterly awkward and inappropriate.

"Magic, you see, requires a source to work, or that is energy I suppose in a more common means of expression," Woolson continued, as if presenting a staff meeting. "The energy comes from the victim typically, and yours is nearly used up."

Tina didn’t quite understand what he was getting at. She did understand that the overalls were a tad on the loose side, the cuffs riding over her heels. She hadn’t been wrong about the baby fat: she was getting younger still!

"Just enough energy left for the final transformation," breathed Woolson, now having moved closer to the door. "If you hadn’t have wasted the change into the tween, the pregnant tween, and whatever you did in private, we could have had some fun tonight. You could have ended up an adult, a pretty one."

Tina stared in horror at her hands. Before her very eyes the fingers had just gotten smaller, her palms puffing out ever so slightly with a layer of pudge. She felt a strange sensation in her mouth as teeth turned to smoke, gums began to swell. She couldn’t see it, but her nose turned up slightly, and the overalls continued to droop on her. Tina could see her height descending as the counter got higher, the edge of the bathtub went from mid-chest height to chin height. "I’m gewwing sma’er!" she yelled, panicked, suddenly having problems making proper sounds in her rapidly toothless mouth.

The door opened and in walked Woolson, looking down at her with a very patronizing smile on his face.

"I diwn’ wear anwe wiwwe cwozes," she babbled, frustrated. It was getting hard to talk. She felt her legs beginning to get shaky, saw herself getting slightly shorter. Her hair was crawling back into her scalp, a novel sensation she could hardly explain. Woolson reached up and pulled on her hair, setting something loose. He brought his hand down and showed her.

A small hair tie. It was pink with a tiny Hello Kitty face on it. Woolson smiled. "I grabbed it from the infants section," he informed her, holding it in front of her like the kryptonite it was. As she stood facing him she felt her legs turn to jelly, her balance increasingly lopsided with the size and weight of her head. She fell backwards onto her butt, the overalls now tangled up around her, as large to her now as the adult clothes were to the teen she had been just nine hours earlier.

He reached down and picked her up out of the clothes, letting the overalls drop to the floor right off her. Tina wailed in anger, frustrated at being used so, at being tricked and humiliated. She knew what fate was in store for her, and the fact that she had almost escaped it was worse. Woolson tucked her under one arm and brought her into his bedroom. He set her down on his bed and pulled up the bag of diapers. Tina was lying on her back, and as much as she tried she couldn’t sit up; one of Woolson’s hands had her pinned down. She kicked, noting how a soft layer of fat had developed on the bottom of her feet. She must be under one year old!

Woolson fiddled with the bag, letting Tina go while he worked to get it open. She rolled over, trying to stand up. Her legs felt weak, but with a bit of effort she rose to her feet. Two steps was all she made it, however, before she fell. Her balance was all off with her infant proportions. She resorted to crawling. Tina had no clue where she would crawl to, but getting away seemed much more important than anything now. She crawled, noticing the print on Woolson’s bed. It was a strange diamond pattern, crisscrossing like some kind of kaleidoscope. She couldn’t help it... the pattern was enthralling. She perched there on hands and knees, staring at the sheets, a small drip of drool appearing on her lips.

She was interrupted from her trance over the sheets by Woolson. He caught hold of one of her heels and pulled her back to him, flipping her over. "Time to diaper you before you make a mess," he said, still speaking calmly like he was ,0telling her to mop a floor at work. He unfolded the diaper, lifting her butt into the air, both feet held in his one hand. She was being diapered by her boss! Her eyes were sucked in by the sheets again, but beyond them she saw the pack of diapers. It said "Newborn" on it.

Tina struggled furiously. She had to get away from Woolson before he got the diaper on her! But as hard as she struggled, she was an infant against an adult. Woolson pushed her down with his free hand, then let go of her feet. "Nooo!" she howled, but kick as she might she couldn’t stop him from pulling one side up, then the other. The tiny newborn diaper was too small to fit across her pudgy belly, but as he tried she felt the magic begin to work. Her legs, flailing to try and push away the adult ruining her life got thinner, and she found it harder to keep them straight. Her feet withered, turning tiny with toes beginning to curl inwards.

"Sorry little one, but if you’re not going to be an adult for me, I’m going to make you easier to look after, at least until the morning," he replied. His hand seemed to grow (though she knew it was her shrinking), covering her entire torso. Her vision blurred like she needed glasses, but she suddenly found she could smell better. The scent of coffee from Woolson, the deodorant he used, the faint whiff of the deodorant she herself had put on that very morning. Her hair pulled back into her scalp, leaving a fine layer of hair covering her head. In a final act of defiance she screamed at him, trying to hurl the F-Bomb at her captor before she was unable.

Too late. All that escaped was a shrill, croaking scream of infantile sorrow and rage. She felt herself being picked up, held close to Woolson, her head supported by his hands. "There there," he soothed, almost nicely. "It will be all over by morning, you just sleep now and when you wake up it will be all better."

She screamed for what seemed like an eternity, howling until her throat was raw. Then sleep took her, stealing her reason and wits away to give her deep dreams of comfort.

Tina awoke slowly, feeling herself nestled against something soft. She opened her eyes slowly, the nightmares of the evening fading from her. Her eyes were blurry, so she rubbed at them to try and clear the sleep dust away. As she brought her hands close to her face she noticed how small they were, the nails soft and pliable looking. Baby hands...

"She’s so cute!" came a familiar voice, startling Tina. She couldn’t see the source of the voice, but she recognized it nonetheless. It was the girl who worked merely one till over from her : Cindy. She panicked. Woolson had brought her to work! She was being shown to her co-workers. She was still a helpless newborn, being demonstrated to her former peers as if she was...

"Cindy, why don’t you skip opening your till today and come with me," she heard Woolson say. "Just carry little Tina here, would you?"

She felt herself being transferred to different arms. Cindy always wore citrus scents, and the lovely smell of oranges overwhelmed little Tina. On top of this, she was hungry. She tried as hard as she could to think of steak, fries or anything else, but all she could think of was sweet, warm milk. She nuzzled into the shirt Cindy was wearing - it smelled like orange and soap. Under that material were breasts, and breasts meant food, Tina reasoned. She struggled with the thought. Cindy wasn’t pregnant or lactating. She had to keep control.

They traveled the length of the store, the entire way Cindy stroking Tina’s head. The act was soothing, and made it harder to ignore her hunger. She wanted someone to feed her. Up the stairs and into Woolson’s office. As they came in, she heard Woolson say "9 o’clock, on the dot."

A shudder went through her. She began to weep. She was stuck like this. She would have to grow up, all over again, spend years helpless and hapless! Cindy sat with her, and she could hear Woolson sit at his desk across from them. "Did you put on the garments I requested you wear today Cindy?"

Cindy cleared her throat, sounding embarrassed. "I did," she shyly admitted. Tina was suddenly aware of a growing pressure against her cheek. "But it was maternity wear, umm, sir." The pressure was increasing. A dimly thinking part in a corner of her mind realized with growing horror that Woolson had selected his next victim. Cindy breasts were filling out. Tina, for her part, licked her lips. It was well past breakfast for her.

With gasps of disbelief, Cindy clutched the child to her swelling breasts, confused as to why the maternity bra she had been wearing all morning now suddenly fit so well, and more confused as to why Woolson was smiling so cruelly...

The End