Tricked & Treated Part 21

Maisie immediately twisted her body against the plastic surface she now found herself lying on, looking up at the towering Lia and her formerly towering friend, Sophie. The shrunken brunette took in her surroundings with horror, metal bars rose up around her - penning both her and her blonde friend inside. Getting out wasn't impossible, but with their reduced strength as well as the presence of that insane woman, it was a non-starter.

Maisie shot daggers up at her tormentor, who stood at the playpen's edge, beaming down with sick satisfaction. The little brunette didn't spare a moment, yet she could feel the trembling distress radiating from her blonde companion.

"Get me...uh, us, out of here!" Demanded Maisie.

Lia just grinned. "You've got much more spunk than your friend here, sweetie. You might be scaring her a little with all your shouting..."

Sophie finally spoke, quietly. "Don't make her mad, Maisie..."

Maisie winced at that; she hadn't expected the proud Sophie Burgess to be cowed so quickly. In truth, the blonde's reaction was the more logical response; they had been stripped naked, diapered and dressed up, and shrunk all by the whims of this stranger - yet Maisie's anger fuelled her, perhaps even amplified by the irritation she felt towards her placated companion.

The little brunette slowly clambered to her feet, her diaper crinkling loudly as she did. She groaned, looking at their tormentor. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do this to us?!"

"Little darlings. Are the babies all confused?"

Maisie gritted her teeth. "We're not... b-babies!"

Lia dropped her performance for a moment. "What you were was rude, Maisie - Sophie too. Have you forgotten? Your attitudes had you both acting like spoiled children, and those costumes? Very offensive. So, I gave you the attire and stature to match your behaviour."

Maisie looked aghast. "How the fuck is any of this possible?!"

Sophie finally chimed in; her voice far less coated in anger. "You... you can turn us back, right? Please?"

Lia looked at Maisie. "Aren't you both college-educated? You should be able to figure that out." Her eyes turned to Sophie. "I can do all sorts of things, sweetie. Maybe if you two can prove to me that you're both in fact very good little girls I'll reward you..."

Maisie growled. "We're not little girls, we're not babies! Stop talking to us like that!"

Lia considered her words for a moment, glaring past the bars of the playpen. "Not yet. Keep up your backtalk and I'll think about zapping that adult mind of yours all the way back to infancy. In the meantime, there is one last little touch missing..."

Then, with a flick of her wrist, Lia's dreaded wand appeared in her hands as if from nowhere...