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The Ring
By Hello329
WARNING: This story contains elements of TG, AR, and humiliation. If you
are offended by such materials than do not read.
"You had better stop John!," complained Tiffany. John, her older
brother, was picking on her once again. He was holding her favorite doll
high above her head and taunting her. "Come on little girl if you want
you dolly back you had better jump higher." John was loving the fact
that his sister was so easy to push around. He knew that his twelve year
old sister couldn't hope to ever really pose a challenge to him. He was
a good 5' 8" compared to his sisters 4' 10" not to mention the fact that
he was captain of his schools soccer team. Tiffany, meanwhile, was on
the verge of tears when John finally got bored with his little game. But
instead of returning the doll to Tiffany he walked over to the living
room window, opened it, and threw the doll with all the force he could
muster.
Tiffany watched wide eyed as she saw her favorite doll fly out the
window and land in a puddle of mud. Fighting back tears Tiffany ran past
John and out the door to get her doll. When Tiffany got to her doll she
was crying. She just didn't understand why John was always so mean to
her. He knew this was the doll their father had given her days before he
was killed in a car accident. "Now look at it," she sobbed, she was
clutching the doll close to her chest. The doll was covered in mud and
banged up pretty good.
Tiffany just stood there trying to compose herself. She knew if she
walked back in the house she would only be picked on more for crying,
and if she told her mom about this then it would only serve to make John
angrier at her, and cause him to pick on her for days on end. "It isn't
fair," Tiffany whispered as she continued to cradle her doll, "I will
get him back for this," she said. Just as she was about to go back into
the house she caught a glimpse of something shiny on the ground near the
puddle. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked over to see what
it was.
When Tiffany got near the puddle she realized the object was a silver
ring with a red gem in the center. She slowly bent down and picked up
the ring, examining it closely. It was really a beautiful looking ring,
so without a second thought she slipped the ring on her finger. She was
surprised to find it fit rather well. With that Tiffany slowly composed
herself and trudged back to the house. As she walked back in the house
she saw her brother John sitting on the couch watching T.V. without a
care in the world. Anger slowly got the better of her as she looked down
at the mud soaked doll in her arms. "I bet he wouldn't be so happy if he
was the weak one in this house," Tiffany muttered as she made her way to
the bathroom to wash off her doll. What Tiffany didn't see was the red
gem on her ring burn brightly and then fade back to its normal color.
John paid little attention to the front door opening, he knew it was
probably just his stupid sister. He knew she wouldn't be dumb enough to
say any thing to their mom when she got home later that night. She knew
her place, he thought smugly, and she had better always remember it. As
John sat there, however, he began to feel funny, his arms and legs began
to get tingly. At first John just thought they might have just fallen
asleep, so he got up and started moving around trying to wake them up.
However, the feeling only intensified, panic started to set in as he
made his way to his bedroom. Once in there he took off his shirt and
examined his body. At 17 he didn't look that bad, he thought, he might
not have been the biggest guy in school but his arms and chest were
still pretty impressive.
What worried John the most though was the fact that his arms looked
smaller in his mirror. "I must just be hallucinating or something," John
said, and with that he walked out of his room to find his sister.
Picking on her was sure to cheer him up. Tiffany, meanwhile, was in the
bathroom scrubbing her doll with a washcloth trying to get it clean. It
wasn't long before she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. With a
sigh she knew what was going to happen. She slowly turned around to find
her brother standing in the door way, "Hey squirt," he said, "How is
your dolly doing?" Anger was slowly starting to build inside Tiffany
until she noticed that her brother seemed different somehow. He his arms
seemed skinnier as did his legs.
John noticed his sisters puzzled look and became angrier, "Hey what are
staring at," he practically yelled. Surprised Tiffany jumped and quickly
said nothing. "You know maybe you need a spanking," John said smiling.
Tiffany's eyes opened wide in surprise, "You wouldn't," she said. The
fear was obvious in her voice and John could tell. He slowly made his
way toward Tiffany, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes. He could tell
that she was trying to figure out a way to stop him. "What you going to
do girly," he sneered, as he continued to get closer. Tiffany was
starting to panic she knew she couldn't fight him he was too strong for
her. "Please John stop," she pleaded. To the surprise of both of them,
John did stop. "What the hell," John said, his voice giving away his
fear. It was at this moment that Tiffany looked down at the ring on her
finger and saw the color change from bright red back to it's original
dull color. Then it all began to make since to Tiffany, she had asked
for John to be the weaker one in the house and his arms and legs were
now quite skinny. Then she had asked him to stop and he had stopped.
"Well, well, well," Tiffany said aloud. John just stared at her confused
and afraid, he couldn't for the life of him move his body. "Tiffany what
did you do?," John asked. "You see John," Tiffany said, "I am in
complete control of you now and there is nothing you can do about it."
"What do you mean?" John asked. "I will show you," Tiffany said, "John I
want to you to go get a chair from the kitchen and bring it into the
bathroom." Without a second thought John left the bathroom, went to the
kitchen grabbed a chair and brought it back to the bathroom. John
couldn't believe this, why had he just done that? How was Tiffany doing
this? Tiffany was over joyed that she could make her brother do anything
she wanted. The ideas of what she could do to him began to dance around
in her head. "Now my big brother what was it you said about a spanking?"
John just stood there with a puzzled look on his face, until he realized
where she was going with this. "Please Tiffany, don't do this to me,"
John said, his voice beginning to give in to panic. The thought of his
sister spanking him was just too humiliating for John to deal with.
Tiffany just stood there, a big old smirk on her face enjoying the
complete power she now held over her brother. "I wish that I had all the
strength you used to have," said Tiffany. And just like that she could
feel the power rush in to her little body. There were no physical
changes but Tiffany knew it had worked. She then proceeded to walk over
to the chair and sit down. "Come over her and lay over my lap," she
said.
John tried with all his might to not do this but it was in vain. He
slowly made his way over to his sister and laid down across her lap.
"Now I wish that with ever slap I give that you would lose a year in
age," said Tiffany. "No!," yelled John, "Please Tiffany I'm really sorry
for all the things I've done to you, please you have to believe me."
Tiffany just smiled and with all the confidence in the world landed the
first blow. SLAP! The force enough was more than John thought it would
be and it hurt like hell. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Tiffany began landing blows
faster now. John could feel his body start to change his arms and legs
were getting shorter, his hair was getting shorter, and his once toned
stomach began to soften. "Please Tiffany, stop this," he cried. Tiffany
would not hear of stopping she wanted to make sure her brother was never
able to pick on her again. SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! Four more blows and
John was now shorter than Tiffany. John was now ten years old and he
almost fit perfectly across Tiffany's lap, his overgrown clothes were
hanging off him, and he was openly crying.
"Pleeeasse....Tiffan..nny...Im so...oorry..." he sobbed.
Tiffany looked down at her now younger brother's face and saw his tear
soaked cheeks, she was starting to feel sorry for him. However, as she
was bout to let him up she spotted her doll across the room still half
covered in mud. The sight of this crystallized Tiffany's resolve, and
any mercy John could have expected evaporated in an instant. With a fury
she began the spanking again. SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! The
blows came down faster this time, and John was howling in pain and
humiliation. His body was now much shorter than Tiffany's, his arms were
skinny as toothpicks as were his legs. His pants had fallen off, along
with most of his clothes, his tiny red butt was clearly visible. Johns
face had gotten chubbier along with his stomach. Tiffany could tell that
he couldn't take much more, but she wouldn't stop until he was harmless.
John was frantic now, he was struggling with all his might to try and
get out of his sisters grip, but she was too strong. He could feel the
cool air on his brightly colored rear end. He knew that if he didn't get
his sister to stop he very well might not be around for much longer.
"Pleassseee...Tiff..." he sobbed, "I'm..rea...lll..y sorry." "I cant
taa...ke...much more." Tiffany could feel her brother shaking with fear
over he lap, and calmly said, "John I'm going to stop spanking you soon
enough." "I will stop when you are nothing more than a drooling baby,"
she said smugly. This caused John to resume his struggling with a
renewed strength. "No! Not a baby," he screamed, as his little legs were
kicking up and down in the air. Tiffany started laughing at the sight of
her once big bad brother, now completely helpless and humiliated. Red
cheeked, crying, and trying to get away from his big bad sister. "Its
okay Johnny," she mocked him, "I will be right here to babysit you and
change your stinky diapers," she laughed.
Now both sets of cheeks were red on John, and he redoubled his efforts.
SMACK! The blow caught John off guard and he could feel himself shrink
more. "NO! PWEASE!...Not.. SMACK! Johns plea was interrupted as Tiffany
hit him again. His clothes now were all on the floor, his two year old
body was squirming in his little sisters lap, and he could hear her
laughing. John just couldn't take it anymore and began to cry in
earnest, his little arms and legs flailing around.
Tiffany stopped momentarily to admire her handwork, her new little
brother was really crying now, his little red behind was so cute she
thought. But she still wasn't done yet. Lightly she slapped her new
little brothers behind once more. The final changes were the most
extreme. John felt his arms and legs shrink even more, and baby fat
replaced any tone that may have been left. His face was cute as a button
with his chubby cheeks, little wisps of brown hair on his head, and his
teeth were now no more. His little belly was sticking out with baby fat,
and his little manhood was barely there, sticking out a mere half an
inch or less. "Pwease....Nooo...Tiffy...Me Na..wann...b..gah..go...gah!"
John wailed, as his words changed into baby gurgles.
Tiffany was beaming as she lifted her baby brother in the air by his
arms. She looked up and down at him admiring her handiwork, when she
came up with a very amusing plan. "Hey John how would you like to be my
baby sister instead of my baby brother?" she said smiling. John could
still think like he used to and he remembered everything he had ever
known, and when he heard those words, he frantically tried to tell her
no.
"Please Tiffany don't do this," he screamed out. All Tiffany heard was
the cooing and gurgling of a baby. "It's okay Jenny," Tiffany beamed, "I
know what you want, you want to be my precious little baby sister." With
that she said, "I wish John was a baby girl instead of a baby boy." The
change wasn't that impressive John's little manhood slowly retracted
into his body and formed what would one day be his womanhood. John, or
better yet Jenny wailed when she felt this, her little legs kicking in
the air. He didn't deserve this he thought, he didn't. Jenny just smiled
and began changing reality so that everything was as if John never
existed, and that Jenny was just born a year ago.
Epilogue
It had been two months since the fateful day Tiffany had found that
ring, and a lot of things had changed. Tiffany's mother was now a very
successful business woman, and they were set for life with regards to
money. Their house was now the most beautiful house on the block.
Tiffany had anything that she could ever want. Wahhh! Wahhh! Waaahhh!
Tiffany was brought back to reality as she heard her baby sister Jenny
crying. "Ah what's the matter Jenny?" Tiffany said. She looked down at
the living room floor to see Jenny laying there in one of her prettiest
pink dresses, a pink bow in her hair, and her finger and toenails all
painted up in cute colors. John was screaming on the inside that her
wanted to be changed back, but he knew it was all in vain. All his
sister and everyone else would ever hear were the wails of a little baby
girl. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his sister say, "I
know I bet you need your dippee changed." With that she slowly made her
way over to him, and John started to cry even louder. Tiffany smiled at
the sight of her once older brother, dressed in her cute pink dress and
diaper, and crying her eyes out as her arms and legs flailed about
uselessly. It was good to see John where he belonged, Tiffany thought,
helpless and right at her feet.
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