Do you believe in magic?
Once upon a time, well, maybe not that long ago there was a brother and a sister, named Malcore and Des.
Malcore was a growing boy, 14 years of age while Des was 6, though growing up ever so fast.
Malcore was a kind, loving big brother who would of done anything for his little sister, until one fateful day when while playing with her outside, a group of his friends had seen him pretending to be a baby (they had been playing house) and he’d endured weeks of teasing.
After that, Malcore stopped playing with Des who didn’t understand why her wonderful big brother was such a big doo doo head all of a sudden.
Upset, Des asked to go out to their aunts while Malcore stayed home to explain things out to their father, then to Mom when she got back.
Both of them had understood what Malcore was trying to say, and were willing to have a talk with Des before her bedtime.
Meanwhile at auntie Karen’s, Des told their aunt what a awful big brother Malcore was, and might of lied a little, making him sound like a little monster. Aunt Karen who (maybe) sort of favored Des more then Malcore was a little bit miffed by what she heard, and wished that Malcore had come out too now..Since she would of put the boy in his place.
However, She had anther way of doing so...
You See, one of the reasons why Aunt Karen dotted on Des to the degree that she did, was that Des was like her auntie..a witch.
Oh, it would take awhile for her to master her powers, but the girl had the potential. Malcore on the other hand, was very much like his father, and devoid of any magic. even her sister while unable to cast spells was ungiue in being immune to magic.
Sending Des off to watch some tv, and enjoy a snack of cookies and milk..Aunt Karen started to weave together a doll that would look like her nephew..and made sure to use some of his hair that she had (And they had called her creepy!) to bind the doll to him.
If Des was powerful as Karen thought..then in Des’s hands Malcore was going to have quite a interesting afternoon..or longer depending on how long it took her sister to figure out what was going on.
While Des was over at Aunt Karen’s, Malcore had gone over to his friends house to play some video games.
He endured a few taunts about them asking if he needed a diaper changed when he had farted, which had led to some rough housing and Malcore being asked to head home by his friends parents.
He didn’t know what was in store for him as he took a little detour, he wasn’t expected home till supper time so he went though a little bit of woods nearby..staying on a trail mostly used by joggers on a lazy Sunday afternoon like today.
it took longer to get home but the woods opened up right by his back yard, so if you had the time it beat walking on the sidewalk..and ironically, he’d have no idea how lucky he was he decided to take this route, or that he had been kicked out when he was.
“Auntie Karen gave me a new dollie!” Des said super excited in the back seat of the car, almost bouncing as mom drove them home.
“That’s nice of her. did she get Malcore something?” Megan asked, knowing her sisters slightly biased attuide towards her kids.
“She said if Malcore was gonna be a doo doo head he wouldn’t get a present.” Des huffed.
Megan sighed..knowing it would be pointless to try and talk to Des till the little girl calmed down some more.
“Well Malcore’s at his friends house anyways..”
“Course he is..well i’ma gonna play with my dolly in my room.” Des said, as the car pulled into the driveway.
Parking and letting Des out of the back seat, Megan ruffled her hair.
“Ok kiddo, have fun.” She said and watched Des run off, with a my little voodoo doll toy..
Des hadn’t yet opened the white box, but as she did she found a small dolly that...looked just like her big brother and gasped in surprise. he was wearing exactly what Malcore was wearing at the moment!
She also found a letter from Aunt Karen in the box, and while it took a bit of effort, she managed to get the basic meaning of it.
More or less Aunt Karen told her to take out her frustrating on her big brother with the dolly, and feel better.
She warned her not to be too rough with the dolly, and treat it like it was a living person, as the magic..whatever that meant, would be lost if the doll was killed.. Des didn’t understand how a doll could be killed but put the letter instead and looked in the box, expecting to find more boy clothes and stuff, and maybe a Des dollie.
While there wasn’t a Des dolly, there was lots and lots of girls clothes, just the right size for the Malcore doll, and...diapers and other baby things!
Des Giggled like a mad woman and got ready to play with her new toy, tugging down it’s pants and noting how it was wearing balloon print undies, just like Malcore still did.
Malcore was on the path, relaxing and enjoying the sights around him when suddenly he felt a yanking..and his jeans were around his ankles!
the teen’s face flushed red and he moved to pull the pants back up but found himself..hovering in the air as they were tugged off his ankles!
“W-What the feck!?” Malcore yelped, and then watched in dismay as his jean soared off over the trees..to go knows where, leaving him on the trail..in his shirt and undies.
He was set back down on his feet, and feeling bewildered..till he heard a giggle behind him.
Whirling around, there was a older lady, 18-20, in shorts and top, a jogger most likely, looking at the red faced boy.
“You know, This really isn’t the place to flash off your undies little boy.” She teased.
“I-I..”Malcore stammered, and then he tried to cover himself.
“Whatever. just go and get your pants back on..the next person might not be so forgiving.” the woman laughed and then started to jog again, leaving Malcore behind...
Like he wanted to flash off his undies!!
Having set the dolls jeans to the side, and behind careful to fold them (Des was a Lil bit of a neat freak) she moved onto getting the socks and shirt off of her Malcore doll next, having already selected a pretty blue dress for her brother..a bit of a evil grin on her face.
She had no idea that thanks to her magic potential, everything she was doing to the doll was happening to him, and likely, with the mind set she was in, wouldn’t of cared.
Malcore was running off the path, being careful not to cut his legs on the branch's when he felt himself being lifted up again and groaned in despair.
“Pleassse let this just be a dream!” He squeaked and then his socks and socks came off..and his shirt as well..and they flew though the trees as he was set down again..left in the middle of the woods in just his underwear..scared and confused.
“Let’s see,what sorta socks should I use for my big brother..” Des giggled, then grinned as she found some frilly knee highs..and then a pair of black Mary Jane’s.
they would SO go along with the pretty blue dress she had picked..
Feeling a Lil evil, she pretend that Malcore was pleading with her as she got ready to dress him.
“No Des, i’m sorry i was such a stinky doo doo boy! please don’t make me into a pretty girl!” She said in a deep version of her voice.
“Sorry Malcore, it’s for your own good, now be a good girl or else I’ll have to spank you!”
Slowed down by the lack of shoes, Malcore was almost to the tree line when he felt himself lifting up again..and he grabbed at his underwear with both hands, assuming that that was next.
Instead clothes can flying from nowhere at him, and as he looked, he realized what KIND of clothes they were and whimpered.
“Oh god, PLEASE let this be a bad dream!” he cried out, as the white socks worked they’re way up his legs..then the Mary Jane's buckled themselves to his feet.
“this isn’t real...this isn’t real..” he chanted to himself..eyes clothes..then felt his arms tugged up..and looked at the pretty blue dress.
“Oh god please don’t let this be real...”
With the dress on ’Malcore’ Des set the dolly down and smiled..the sight of her big brother dressed like this was going to keep her smiling for quite some time. she hmmed and ha’ed about putting him in one of the pairs of panties in the box, but then decided the diapers would be cuter. but first...
“Oh gawd, Please Des, I’m Sooo sorry!” She said in her Malcore voice, and made the dolly get on its knees like it was begging for forgiveness.
Malcore whimpered as he was set back on his feet..then yelped as he went onto his knees, the branch's on the ground poking him.
“the fuck is going on!?” He demanded out loud.
“I dunno Malcore, you’ve been such a jerk and-”
“Change me back right now or I’m gonna kick your butt!” She said in her Malcore voice, and then Des sighed.
“you brought this on yourself big brother.” she scold and picked up the dolly, swatting it’s butt.
Malcore shut his eyes, scared of what was next as he was lifted up into the air..then his dress...ugh...HIS dress...was tugged up in the back...and Malcore suddenly had a badddd feeling...
his suspicions were confirmed a moment later when he felt the slaps on his butt, and despite himself, he was bawling like a baby by the third swat, tears rolling down his cheeks and covering his mouth trying not to attract anyone with the noise he was making.
Des took a little bit of water from her..and trickle it down the dolly undies..making sure to keep the dolls dress out of the way and then scolded.
“Malcore! did you wet yourself!?”
the spanking stopped but that wasn’t the worse part..as without warning Malcore’s bladder gave way and with the dress tugged out of the way he soaked his undies! he felt anther swat on his bottom, then the offending undies were tugged off of him (though somehow not getting his shoes or socks wet...) and then Malcore was on his feet, the dress pinned up and his privates on display.
But this was the break he needed...not sure what was going on, he took off running for the house, and just hoped no one would see him.
the fates were nice (in this regard at least) and Malcore made it to the back porch, panting and looking around outside..making sure no one had seen him. he didn’t see the diaper creeping up behind him as he looked out the window..till once again he was in the air.
“Really Malcore, I thought you were a big kid. well, whatever. I understand if your just my little baby sister.” Des giggled and then taped one of the poofy diapers on the Malcore dolly, then put a bow in his hair. Setting the dolly down, she loved how the diapers peeked out from the dress.
She stopped, as she heard a sob (Des’s room was over the back porch) that sounded a lot like Malcore, and carried the dolly with her she went downstairs to see what was the matter.
Malcore was mortified...here he was, a young man...and he was dressed like a over sized one year old. he couldn’t spit out the pacifier in his mouth no matter how hard he tried, and resigned himself to it as he started to cry again..and slowly opened the door, having no idea how he was going to explain this to mom and dad.
(who, were in the basement den where the TV was set up watching the game)
Malcore was bright red as he saw Des of all people..the person he had told he wasn’t a baby doll..come up and go slack jaw staring at him...till he noticed the doll in her hand.
"...OU!” He cried out, albeit muffled due to the pacifier, pointing at the dolly.
Des looked down..then at him..then at the dolly..and grinned.
“Oh my gosh..Aunt Karen really does give the best gifts!” Des giggled, then yelped as Malcore lunged at her.
he got his hands on the dolly, for the briefest of moments..then had to let go of it, as he hunched over and held his belly..he had almost voided himself!
the feeling was gone the second the dolly was let go of..and Malcore looked at Des who was not amused at all.
“I’m gonna let that one go, cuz I bet you’ve had a rough day.” She said with a smirk. “But I think you understand that from now on, things are gonna be a little different around the house..unless you wanna go to school like this.” Des said, her sweet voice dripping with venom.
Malcore whimpered..and started to cry again..and Des, being the good big sister she was, had him stand up and turn around so she could pat the back of his diaper to see why the big baby was crying..
