The Switch (a halloween story)

Chapter 2
Changes

Chapter Description: Things are about to change for these two sisters, and in a big way

Emily enjoyed the crying of her little sister as she played with her chest and posed, pondering what else she should wear, until she became completely lost in her thoughts and reflection. She was just about to stretch her arms up a little to see how far she could go before her shirt slid off, when a sharp pang struck her stomach. "Oh, sh*t, no way...I can’t be cramping right now...! It’s only been two frickin’ weeks..." she snarled, gripping her stomach. When she had snapped out of her ’trance’, she realized that Rose had stopped crying. "What the hell? Why aren’t you--?" she started, but her hand pressed against her stomach as she felt another sharp pain. "Goddammit, f*cking cramps..." She glared at her little sister, who was laying fairly peacefully, despite being in a disgusting diaper. "Why aren’t you crying, you little brat? You should have a raw, red rash by now!" Emily fell foreward, gripping the sides of the dresser, trying to distract herself from the pain. In her frustration, she grabbed the pacifier and tried to rip it out of her mouth--to find that she couldn’t. "Wait...what...? It--the pacifier...!" Emily began to panic, grabbing it with both hands as tears began to rise in her eyes, blurring her vision. "It’s not coming out...!!" As she tugged at it, booties that looked much like her sisters materialized over her hands. She gasped and tried to throw her hands away from her, but to no avail--they were still attatched to her arms, and that wasn’t going to change, no matter how scared she was. "What the f*ck is going on?!" she asked again. She grabbed her arms, holding herself and curling up, to find that booties had formed on her feet as well. She screamed and jumped, her body shaking in fear and confusion.

Emily went back over to the dresser, trying to see if she could figure out what was going on with the pacifier...but found that she could barely see into the mirror. She was shrinking, and she hadn’t even noticed. Looking down at her chest, she found it had gone down at least a cup size or two, and her shirt had slipped down to her waist. She was losing her precious curves that she had so prided herself on, and screamed again. This time, it was mingled with a bit of anger. "What the goo gaba--" she paused mid-sentece, wondering what had gone wrong with her mouth to make her babble. ’I’m probably just too stressed out, and my mind is moving too fast for my mouth, and...’ She kept telling herself that, fighting back the fear that it was more than just her state of mind.

While Emily was shrinking, and very close to crying--possibly even losing a bit of her sanity, temporarily--Rose was quickly aging. At the same time Emily lost her large chest, Rose had gained it, while slowly growing taller and getting long, shapely legs. Her diaper became tight, and she tore it off and set it next to her, sitting up and stretching. A slightly sadistic grin spread over her face as it became more defined, and all adult teeth grew in to complete the look. Her hair grew long and wavy, settling around her strong shoulders. Her bib stretched out, ripping a little before popping off on it’s own, unable to contain her ever-growing chest. The booties on her hands and feet have disappeared.

"Wha gabo...wherreh are my beautigle curbbls..." Emily began to cry, barely able to manage real words anymore. Her lips, along with the rest of her skin, became even softer than usual, and her muscles shrunk and softened into barely anything worth mentioning. She looked at herself and her tiny, chubby body, making her cry even more to see her clothing in such a large pile around her, despite how absolutely tiny they were before. She fell onto her back, unable to hold herself up any longer, and began crying loudly. "Gabbr aagh clothogghr ermbg!" She tried talking, but could no longer form coherant words...what was happening to her scared her so badly...and suddenly her teary eyes grew wide as she felt something warm around her thighs--she had just pissed herself, all over her beautiful clothes. This made her cry even harder, her tiny, chubby face turning bright red.

Rose stepped over the playpen wall with her new, well-developed, 18-year-old legs, sauntering over to her sister, in the same fashion she had done earlier. "Now what, b*tch?" Rose put her hands on her knees, as if to show off her newfound cleavage to her pathetic, crying sister. "Guess you should have been a little nicer to little Rose, huh?" She poked her sister’s nose, straightening and laughing heartily. "Sucks for you! But now I get to teach you a lesson. I get to do whatever I want...and I want to pay you back. I’m going to be nice and feed you, though...but it’s going to be a laxative bottle." She grinned again, barely able to see her sister over her large chest, making a mental note about that. "You get to be trapped in that body, sitting in your own filth all day long...just like you made me. I’ll change you, though...if I decide to be nice." She lauged again, enjoying everything about her new body, and ability to talk. "Oh, and I get to use the bathroom! How fun for me!" She giggled madly, wondering what it’s like. "Well, anyway, it’s time for you to go in your crib." She picked up her sister, carrying her over to the playpen. She glanced at her diaper, and had a wonderful, awful idea. She set Emily down, and carefully picked up her diaper. "This is what it feels like, b*tch." She grinned and put the diaper on her older--or rather, younger--sister; Emily, all the while, was kicking and screaming, trying to get away from the torture. "There you go."

Rose left Emily locked and bawling in the crib, walking over to the dresser and mirror her sister had been eyeing herself it not five minutes ago. She grinned happily, absolutely adoring her new figure. She lightly ran her hands along every inch of herself, exploring the new sensations she was able to feel. She stared into the mirror, admiring her wavy hair and defined facial features. She gently stroked her hair, then looked down and tried to see over her large chest. She had to grab her breasts and press them against herself to see, and blushed as she did. What she saw made her giggle again--she had a little bit of hair in between her legs, where her ’pussy’ was...she had heard her sister call it that on more than one occassion. She played with the hair, running her fingers through it, then accidentally hit her clit. Rose gasped sharply, an unfamiliar electric shock flashing through her body; she hesitantly touched it again and moaned lightly, biting her lip. "Wow...that’s nice..." She giggled, becoming a little giddy, but resrained herself for now. "Alright, baby sister..." she greatly enjoyed being able to say that. "Since it’s Halloween and all, we’re going to get dressed up! I’ve got special costumes just for the two of us! But of course...I’m going to have a little fun, first."