The Magician's Game

Chapter 6

Madelyn and Abby were the first to enter the dining room for breakfast next morning, having showered, stripped the soaking wet sheets off their beds, and changing into their adult clothes.

Abby glanced at the Magician, who was sitting at the head of the table, wondering if he would mention the fact that she’d wet the bed last night. Had the other girls done that too? And had they all been fed from the breast? Or was that some specific punishment just for her?

Madelyn glared at the Magician with burning hatred in her eyes, although the threatening effect was ruined slightly by the presence of her thumb in her mouth. Last night that freak had made her drink urine and ejaculate like some kind of filthy, man-worshipping whore. She’d brushed her teeth a dozen times in the shower that morning, but she still felt like she hadn’t got the taste out of her mouth. Then there were the disgusting pee-soaked sheets she’d woken up in… Had that just been the effect of the breastmilk concoction? Or had the Magician done something more permanent to her night-time control? She could hardly stand the thought that she might be a bedwetter now.

The two girls sat down and started helping themselves to breakfast, savouring the solid food and trying to put their bedwetting episodes out of their mind. Thankfully, Madelyn found she was able to remove her thumb from her mouth whenever she needed to eat or drink.

Katherine waddled into the room unsteadily shortly afterwards, and Abby didn’t hide her smirk at the sight of the snooty fashion model’s ridiculous toddling walk. She hoped that stupid bitch had to walk like a toddler for the rest of her life.

Katherine shot her a nasty look in return, took a seat as far away from her as possible, and helped herself to a croissant. She was glad it wasn’t baby food again, or worse... She shuddered at the memory of the warm breastmilk that had flowed down her throat the night before, trying not to think about how delicious it had been. She knew it was just the Magician’s power, but she still wanted to sink into the ground in shame when she remembered how she’d guzzled greedily at another woman’s breast.

Becky arrived a few minutes later with tears running down her cheeks (as they had been so often since her toilet training had been stripped away), still in her pyjamas. Or at least, she was wearing a pyjama top. It seemed the Magician hadn’t bothered supplying her with bottoms – her soaked, sagging overnight nappy was fully on display, jiggling heavily between her legs as she waddled into the room almost as bow-legged as Katherine had been.

Katherine wrinkled her nose at the sight of her. Why hadn’t the disgusting little brat bothered to change out of her horrid diaper?

“I can’t take it off!” Becky wailed, looking desperately at the Magician, trying to ignore the stares of the other girls.

“Of course you can’t, silly girl,” he laughed. “Babies can’t change their own nappies. You need to ask someone else to do it for you.”

“I have to… What?!”

“You have to ask nicely, sweetie. Just like you did yesterday, remember?”

Becky’s heart sank when she remembered having to beg the Magician to change her messy nappy in embarrassing baby-talk like some simpering little toddler. Was he saying she was supposed to do that every time she needed a change?! Even incontinent people could clean themselves up without help! Was she really supposed to go around pleading people to wipe her butt for her?!

The Magician was looking at her expectantly.

Her face scarlet, Becky looked down at her feet and mumbled, “Pwease will you change my nappy, Daddy? It’s all icky and wet…”

The Magician smiled. “No,” he said.

“What?!” Becky raged, looking up at him furiously. “But…! But you said…!”

“You’re only wet,” said the Magician. “There’s no point changing you now when you’ll probably make a stinky sometime after breakfast anyway. You can have a change then.”

Becky cringed with shame at his words, and the other girls looked at her with a mixture of disdain and pity. They were all disgusted by her incontinence, but they also knew it could just as easily be them in her place. And there was still plenty of time to join her. Still, Katherine couldn’t help but feel revolted when Becky chose to waddle over sulkily and take a seat next to her. She could practically hear the girl’s sodden diaper squelch as she sat down.

The four girls ate their breakfast in silence, making sure not to eat too much just in case the second challenge was anything like the first. Once they were finished, the Magician got to his feet.

“Well,” he said, “there’s no point in waiting. I think it’s time to get on with the second challenge. I’m sure you’ve all been curious to know what it is…”

The women waited apprehensively. The pace of Madelyn’s thumbsucking quickened.

“You’re all very pretty young ladies,” the Magician told them, “and the second challenge will be a chance for you to strut your stuff. Or toddle it, in Katherine’s case.” He grinned at her, and she blushed furiously. “The four of you are going to put on a little baby pageant for me! Doesn’t that sound fun? You’ll get to dress up in some adorable clothes and show me just how cute you are. Then I’ll rank your performances from first to last.” He grinned at the girls with that terrifying glint in his eyes.

“And what happens to the loser this time?” Abby asked nervously.

“Well,” said the Magician, “since the loser will be the one who’s the least cute, I’ll be making a few adjustments to her, to make her a little more pleasing to the eye.”

He looked slowly up and down Abby’s body as he spoke, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. What exactly did he mean by adjustments? Whatever it was, Abby was sure that any idea the Magician had to make them ‘more pleasing to the eye’ was sure to be horrible. Still, she couldn’t help but be struck once again by the Magician’s handsome features as his arrogant eyes raked her body. She felt her pussy getting wet. He clearly found her attractive too. Her plan would definitely work, she told herself. She just had to wait for the right time. She was a master at this after all. How many men had she managed to tempt away from their wives or girlfriends in the past? She could do this. It might be her best chance of winning the game if her luck started to fail.

The Magician cast his gaze back over the table at large. “We’ll be going into the hall at the back of the manor, where I’ve had a stage set up for you, along with an expansive wardrobe full of the cutest clothes you could possibly imagine. You’ll each decide what to wear, then one by one you’ll take a walk across the stage, showing yourself off in any way you care to choose. I’m sure little Katherine understands what’s required of her, since she’s such an expert at showing off her body for men.”

Katherine scowled. She was a well-respected fashion model, not some whore!

“But how about the rest of you?” the Magician went on. “Do you know what you have to do?” He smiled widely at Madelyn. “Is it simple enough for you silly little girls to understand?”

Madelyn glared back at him, sucking her thumb more vigorously, but nodded. Abby and Becky nodded too.

“Good! Then let’s get going, little ladies.”

The four women stood up to leave. But the moment Becky got to her feet, there was a loud rumbling fart. All eyes turned to her.

Becky’s face went white. For a moment she just stood there, frozen on the spot, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape. Then her body sunk into a squat, her fists clenched, and the beautiful young woman started pooping her pants for the second time in her adult life. She grunted loudly, her face screwed up in concentration and embarrassment.

“Ewww!” said Katherine, backing away. “Gross! That’s so disgusting!”

“Don’t be squeamish, Katherine,” the Magician chuckled. “The baby’s just having a poopy accident, that’s all.”

“Give it back!” Becky wailed, looking up at the Magician with her face still slightly scrunched up from the effort of filling her diaper. “Give me back my potty training! Oh God, please! I can’t be like those dumb babies at daycare! Not forever!” Her face screwed up again as she helplessly pushed another wave of poo-poo into her nappy. At last, Becky finished messing herself, and she looked up desperately. “Please!” she cried. “Please, Daddy! Please change my nappy! You said you would! You promised!”

The Magician laughed. “I said I’d change you after breakfast, sweetie. I never said I’d do it immediately.” He grinned. “Silly babies don’t get to decide when they need clean nappies. I’ll change you at my convenience, Becky. Not yours. Like I told you yesterday, you need to get used to being in a full diaper. Unless you win my little game and wish yourself back to normal, you’ll be spending a significant part of your life waddling around in one.”

“I’ll be a freak!” Becky sobbed.

“No you won’t, little one,” said the Magician, patting the sagging seat of her nappy. He was still grinning. “You won’t be a freak at all! In my opinion, waddling around in a loaded diaper ought to be a woman’s natural state. Completely normal. It’s all those silly girls who think they’re grown-up enough for toilets that have something wrong with them.”

Madelyn seethed. She’d been an activist for a long time and she’d never come across such extreme sexism! Did this man really believe that women were nothing but overgrown babies who deserved to squish about in full nappies wherever they went?! What kind of twisted ideology was that?!

Becky cried even harder, but the other girls were used to her breaking down into tears by now. None of them were sure they wouldn’t be doing the same thing in her place.

“Come on now, sweetie,” said the Magician, taking the sniffling girl’s hand and leading her out of the dining room. Katherine waddled along behind, with Madelyn and Abby taking up the rear. None of the girls could keep their eyes off Becky’s droopy diaper.

The Magician took them out through the hall they’d arrived in and into another hall in the back of the house.  Part of the room was sectioned off with wooden panels, and there was a large stage raised up a few inches above the ground.

“You can all go behind those panels there and pick out some clothes for yourselves. Remember, the cuter the better. Pick a style you think I’d like. The order of your appearance will be… Madelyn, Katherine, Becky, then Abby.”

He smacked Becky firmly on her dirty-diapered bottom, making her whimper, and the four girls went behind the panels to look for their new outfits.

All four of then stopped dead when they saw what was there – boxes overflowing with tiny skirts and tutus, crates of sparkly Disney-princess themed shirts, rows and rows of frilly, pastel-coloured frocks on hangers, each more ridiculous than the last. Every item of clothing was perfectly sized to fit an adult woman. Feeling sick, the ladies spread out to examine the contents and pick something for themselves, torn between wanting something that wouldn’t humiliate them utterly, and wanting something that wouldn’t end up placing them last. Katherine wrinkled her nose at Becky and moved as far away from her as possible. Abby tried to be more discreet, but she couldn’t help trying to move away herself. The girl was just so stinky! Becky shot nasty looks at the pair of them through her tear-stained eyes.

Madelyn was ignoring the others. She quickly found a pair of blue overalls and paired them with a blue and white shirt featuring some ditzy cartoon princess she couldn’t name. She put them on and looked at herself in one of the many mirrors lining the panels. Madelyn didn’t know much about fashion (that was for stooges of the patriarchy like Katherine, selling out their bodies for the male gaze), but surely the Magician’s couldn’t complain about this – she was dressed like a five-year-old tomboy, a look that matched her short hair perfectly. She glanced around at the others. They were all still picking clothes. Since she had to go first anyway, she might as well get it over with. Putting on a pair of frilly white socks and light-up trainers, she stomped out onto the stage.

The Magician was sat in a chair facing the stage, with a look of devilish glee on his face.

Blushing at the indignity of it, Madelyn did her best to show herself off as she walked across the stage. She stopped in the middle, fidgeting awkwardly and doing her best to adopt the mannerisms of a shy little girl. She hated herself in that moment. How had she been reduced to this?! Her thumb was in her mouth, just like always, and she forced herself to give it a few exaggerated sucks for added cuteness.

The Magician clapped, and, blushing brightly and staring at her feet, Madelyn shuffled off the stage and waited to the side of the hall for the other girls to finish their ‘performances’.

The next to come out was Katherine. She toddled onto the stage, her new uncoordinated walk making a total mockery of her skills as a catwalker. She seethed internally, but on the outside she adopted a bright, ditzy smile that she’d perfected through years of experience as a model. She was wearing an absurdly frilly white dress that barely reached below her bottom, and a lacy white bonnet to frame her beautiful face. She waddled stupidly across the stage, her face a vivid shade of pink, and when she reached the middle, she batted her eyelids at the Magician, smiled cutely, and made kissy faces at him.

He laughed in delight and applauded her. Katherine made to toddle off the stage, but she lost her balance. She tottered backwards unsteadily, her arms stretched out desperately to balance herself, but it was no use. She fell heavily on her tushy like a little girl still learning to walk. Her face went even redder, and tears of humiliation started leaking from the corners of her eyes. She knew that Madelyn had seen her. Becky and Abby were probably watching from behind the panels as well.

The Magician chuckled happily to himself while Katherine got back to her feat unsteadily and toddled over to stand near Madelyn and wait for the results.

Becky was next. Blushing more brightly than either of the ladies before her, she stepped out onto the stage. Madelyn and Katherine stared at her, open mouthed.

She was almost completely naked. Below the waist, she wore nothing but her heavily soiled nappy. It was hanging low between her legs, drooping almost down to her knees. Above the waist, her boobs were out, wobbling alluringly on her chest as she toddled across the raised platform. They were barely covered at all by the tiny, pale pink bib that she’d tied around her neck. Her chestnut-brown hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails. She looked like an overgrown two-year-old, too shameless and immature to even need any other clothes. She stood awkwardly on the stage for a moment, clearly wishing she could disappear forever. The Magician broke into applause again, and she waddled off in her yucky diaper.

Finally, it was Abby’s turn. She walked out onto the stage in a bright pink, glittery top that was so tight across her chest that the shape of her sizeable tits were clearly visible through. Written on it in sequins were the words “Daddy’s Little Girl”. She wore a tiny pink skirt around her waist, so short that it flashed her white cotton undies with every step, and her hair was tied into pigtails as well, just as Becky’s had been. But when she made it to the middle of the stage and gave the Magician a seductive stare, she could tell that something was wrong. There was something predatory in his eyes – but it wasn’t the lust she was hoping for. It was more like the anticipation she’d seen right before he delivered a punishment. She had to think fast, she knew. She couldn’t lose! She had to find a way to impress him! Her face reddened as the idea came to her, but she had no choice.

Abby made eye contact with the Magician and then, standing still in the middle of the stage, she let her bladder go. With a loud hissing noise, she pissed her pants like a toddler. The front of her little girly skirt darkened, and the little cotton undies she was wearing underneath were immediately soaked. Pee ran down her legs and into her socks and shoes. It trickled down between her thighs to form a yucky puddle between her legs. It was utterly disgusting, but she could see in the Magician’s smile that he was pleased.

“Oopsie,” she said, and forced herself to giggle. The Magician clapped, grinning, and Abby walked off the stage and over to the others, grimacing at the sensation of her urine-soaked socks squishing in her shoes, and the way her pissy panties clung to her pussy. The other three stared at her in disgust, even Becky, but Abby ignored them.

The Magician walked over to them slowly, savouring their appearances. “Well there’s no need to delay,” he said. “I might as well tell you the results now.” He paused, and they all stared at him anxiously, their hearts beating fast in their chests. “In first place is miss Katherine Bower-Thomas!”

Katherine smirked in a superior way, and Abby looked at her scornfully. The snobbish bitch was actually managing to look smug about winning a stupid baby pageant! It wasn’t like there was a reward for coming first. Still, Abby had hoped she might have won this one…

“Second place is little Becky Lewis!”

Becky couldn’t help feeling happy, despite the filthy diaper hanging from her hips. At least she hadn’t lost this challenge too.

Abby was starting to feel very nervous.

“Third place is…”

Abby held her breath. Oh God. Oh God. Was she going to lose after all? Even after she’d pissed her fucking pants for him?

“Abigail Reid!”

Abby felt an immense wave of relief. She hadn’t lost. And that meant… She looked over at Madelyn, who was standing there wide-eyed, her thumb working frantically in her mouth.

“It seems the loser of this little challenge is miss Madelyn Smith,” the Magician tutted. “Dear, dear, Maddy. What was that performance? I don’t think your heart was really in it at all! And I didn’t realise how flat-chested you were until I saw you in that little princess shirt. Obviously all those women’s studies courses haven’t taught you the first thing about looking cute! What were they even for?”

“Wait!” said Madelyn, managing to pop her thumb out of her mouth long enough to plead. “Let me try again! Because I went first, I didn’t know what sort of thing we had to do! I didn’t know I’d have to be so… so babyish!”

“Then you should have set the bar higher, shouldn’t you Maddy?” the Magician smirked. “This is your own fault.”

“No, please!” Madelyn begged desperately. “Give me another chance! I can… I can…”

But her body was already starting to change.