The Switch (a halloween story)

Chapter 3
Bittersweet Irony

Chapter Description: The younger (now older) sister decides to get back at her former older sibling and have some fun

Rose watched her sister cry about everything that had happened so far, and a sudden idea struck her. She grinned evilly to herself, and put on a pleasant facade as she turned to her sister, walking over and leaning close to her. "Aw, poor baby...not very comfortable in that diaper, is it?" The grin returned to her face as she placed her hand on it, pressing it against her sister’s bottom and making a little more of the mess inside it leak out.

"Grbbleah garaa nngahh!!" Emily tried to yell at her sister, but it only came out as babble and screaming. Rose paused for a moment, looking at her sister, noticing something strange; Emily wasn’t the same age she had been when they switched...she had become even younger, and couldn’t talk at all. She cocked her head to the side, wondering why that had happened...but it didn’t really matter. She shrugged and stood up again, stretching to get a feel of her new body.

"Alright, then, time for some food." She wandered off into the kitchen, then came back with the promised bottle for her sister. She kneeled next to the playpen and forced the nipple of the bottle into Emily’s mouth, watching to make sure she drank. Emily struggled against it, shaking her head a little, but honestly couldn’t help drinking it--it tasted pretty good. Rose observed her a moment, then became bored, as watching her eat wasn’t very interesting. She held the bottle in place and touched her clit again, giggling at the sensation it caused. Her now-younger sister looked over, seeing where her hand was through the playpen’s mesh wall.

"Grbbhal yaahnng!" Emily screeched again, kicking and thrashing. ’Not fair, not fair! I have to sit here in this disgusting diaper, and you get to masturbate?! This is bullsh*t, you brat!’ Rose glared at her sister, forcing the bottle into her mouth again to quiet her.

"Shush! I’m learning things...about this ’pussy’ you keep talking about..." She grinned and teased her sister with her ability to do things enjoyable. She rubbed her clit more, moaning as another jolt shocked her body. "It’s really nice...now I know why you talked about it so much..." She laughed as Emily began to cry again--which came out more as gurgling because of the milk. Rose sat there, forcing her sister to drink all of the bottle--with the exception of what spilled all over her, of course--while she played with herself, groping and rubbing every inch of her body until she felt a powerful wave wash over her that made her body shudder. "Wow...that was so interesting Emily...was that what you call an orgasm?" She giggled, a little out of breath, and dropped the bottle next to her sister.

"Grrbble graahh bbleagra!!" Emily cried loudly, frustrated with her bratty sister--even more so, now that she could talk. She stopped for a moment, though, feeling something strange. Her stomach and leg muscles tightened, and her face turned a little red with the struggle, letting out small grunts...and it stayed red, after she realized what she had done. Emily had just made a complete mess of her diaper--even worse than what it already was--and she could feel it warm and slimey against her skin. She scrunched up her face, fighting against tears, but found she was unable to; she started bawling again, shaking her tiny fists and kicking all the while.

"Heh...well, that felt good for me." Rose stood and stretched, walking over to her sister’s clothes. She gathered them up, not even having to bring them close to her to smell the piss. "These have definitely got to go." She got a bowl and some matches, putting the clothes in them and lighting them with the match. Emily could do nothing more than stare and scream more, watching her precious clothing turn to ash just out of her reach.

"Grrbble raah prrbble frragh!!!" She tried to protest, but could still do nothing more than babble and screech. ’No no no!! You b*tch, those are some of my best clothes!’ rang through Emily’s head as she screamed and kicked and cried...

Rose paused for a moment, realizing that she knew what her sister had meant when she yelled. "That’s just too weird for my tastes." She blocked off her sisters cries, ignoring what she was saying. She watched the clothes burn, and didn’t realize that her hands had moved until they gripped her chest. She gasped a little and giggled, looking over at her sister again; seeing Emily in such a pathetic state, and knowing what she was feeling, caused a small pang of guilt and pity in Rose. "Alright, sis...if you’re a good baby, after a little while, I’ll change you...but again, only if you’re a good baby. And after I’m done playing a little bit." She looked down at her sister as she spoke, and noticed something--her chest seemed a bit larger. She could see even less past them, so she grabbed them and squished them a little to be sure; she giggled as her suspicions were confirmed. "Hehe, look at that! You had really big boobs, didn’t you, sis...? They’re still getting bigger!" Emily pouted at her, but fought against crying again--she had just managed to stop herself, and wanted to be a ’good baby’ so she would get changed. "Hehe...I should get some clothes on, shouldn’t I?" Rose looked at the open window, giggling. "I’ll go see what I can find..." She hummed to herself as she skipped off into her sister’s room and rummaged through her clothes. Emily was left laying in her own mess in the playpen, looking sadly at the ash that used to be her clothes.

Rose returned in a fluster, spinning around to show off her outfit. "What do you think, sis?" she giggled, posing. Emily could do little more than stare--her younger sister had found the skimpiest, whoreish outfit she owned--she hadn’t even dared to ever wear it herself.

"Grrbble goo bah brrphhlaa!" ’What the hell are you wearing? You little brat!’ Emily babbled loudly at her sister. She was angry, but tried so hard to hold it back to be a ’good baby’, keeping all her muscles tight...and before she could stop herself, she felt more sh*t coming out her ass to fill her diaper with even more of a mess, pushing out some of the softer stuff onto her legs. Her face turned red again as she began to cry, unable to do anything at all about her situation.