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Spice Up Her Life!
🕑 Added 2022-02-26 20:09:55 +0000 UTCHope everyone's doing OK with all the current craziness going on in the world. The lest few days of this month are going to be pretty busy around here, beginning with this little bit of fun. If you enjoy, you can let me know by hitting like and leaving a comment below.
Fun fact: I lost the original pic I wanted to use for this and had to find a new one at the last second... hope you guys like it!
When you’re out and about around town, do you ever see a girl and just think to yourself: Boy, she looks like a little brat. She looks like the kind of girl who goes around starting trouble and causing mayhem... and never suffers any consequences for it! And in this case, you’d be right-- this carefree little minx has lied, cheated and stolen at every opportunity... and has used, abused, and abandoned every person who’s ever trusted her. You probably know someone just like her; an obnoxious, overgrown toddler who skates through life causing mayhem and dodges the consequences every time. If only there were so way we could give her the punishment she so richly deserves...
Well, today we’re in luck. With the help of The Big Book Of Embarrassing Spells,we’re finally in the position to give this little brat exactly what she’s been asking for... but what is that? Luckily, the book provides us with many options for dealing with such brazen naughtiness... which you you choose? Vote for your favourite below, and feel free to share your thoughts and opinions in the comments below.
Randomly slips into baby-talk: She always prided herself on being able to talk herself out of anything-- let’s see what happens when her silver tongue is replaced with one as weak and clumsy as a two-year-old's! It could strike at any moment-- one minute, she’s promising a night of passion the likes of which you’ve never experienced... only to lapse into the kind of “goo goo ga ga” patter that would embarrass a kindergartener! Imagine watching her trying to fast talk her way into some poor suckers wallet or out of a tough situation when she can’t handle any statement more complex than “baby needs the potty, mommy!” She can only blush furiously as people stare and sometimes even giggle at her... this is not the attention she usually likes to get!
Permanent bubble guts: Like any good con-woman, this little minx operates by presenting an image of herself that’s stylish, sophisticated, in control, and dead sexy... traits that are impossible to project when anything more spicy than water turns her into a burping, farting machine! Literally everything she eats from now on will fill her stomach with nasty gas that will flow freely from both ends.... which she will have very little control of! Even a bowl of plain rice will blow her up like a balloon, turn the sexy con into a one woman band of flatulence! Her totally uncouth and unladylike behaviour will draw angry glares in the kind of high-society hang-outs she’s grown accustomed to... but as she fouls the air with her toots and offends everyone with her burps,there won’t be a thing she can do about it but blush! Worse, the spell would make her bowels incredibly sensitive and susceptible to diarrhea, making her prone to “accidents”... she’ll probably have to invest some of her ill-gotten gains in diapers! Just picture her trying to worm her way into someone’s bed when she can’t stop burping and farting, and filling her diaper with a gooey mess at random!
Weak bladder: And speaking of diapers... with this little incantation, her bladder will become increasingly rebellious, constantly leaking and dribbling at inopportune times, even releasing the occasionally full-blown squirt, totally beyond her control. As time goes by, she’ll find it harder and harder to tell if her bladder is at maximum capacity, often sending her running to the toilet at the absolute last second with a full, leaky bladder and a soggy pair of panties. And the longer it goes on, the worse it gets, until, one day soon, she’ll be pissing her pants without realizing it, no matter who she’s with or where they are. Even a simple trip to the corner store could end with her shuffling home in embarrassment, trying to hide a dark wet stain trailing down her legs.. She’s going to need some ointment and powder to keep the diaper-rash away!
Can only control her bowels for seven seconds: She’s the sexy, posh, and brilliant con-woman... who only has to the count of seven to reach the toilet before she fills her pants with a hot, smelly load! That’s right-- from the time she first feels the urge (which will now strike totally at random, multiple times a day), she now has just seven little seconds to rush to the toilet, drop her pants, and get her sexy bottom on the seat... otherwise, she’s looking at a warm, mushy dump in her pants! Just try and imagine the humiliation this beautiful, refined, and absolutely ruthless woman would feel as she was forced to run to the bathroom as quick as she could with her butt-cheeks clenched as tightly as they could go, maybe even with her hand pressed up against her tushy in a desperate bid to prevent an accident? She scurries to the toilet as fast as she can with her cheeks clenched, her bubble-butt emitting little squeaks and toots with every tortured step she takes, sweating... knowing, deep inside, that she has mere seconds to reach the bathroom before disgracing herself. If you saw her run, would you start silently counting backwards from seven in your head? And would you be rooting for her to make it... or would you be hoping to watch her fill her pants with a huge, poopy load?
Curse of the Werebaby: you thought growing fangs and sprouting fur sucked, but no werewolf anywhere in Hollywood or beyond had it as bad as this little brat! Imagine: once a month, when the full moon rises, our unlucky heroine begins to feel... a little funny. Her mind goes foggy, her mouth gets drooly, and her legs go weak. Then she feels that slight thickening of her underwear that rapidly turns into all out inflation as her skimpy underwear transforms into a thick diaper... the kind made for a two year old, yet somehow sized perfectly for a grown woman, crinkling loudly with every move she makes. As the urge to suck her thumb becomes overwhelming, her clothes begin to ripple on her body, splitting, re-colouring, and re-forming before her eyes into adorable (and highly embarrassing) infant apparel: anything from a colourful onesie to a short, pink sundress to a simple t-shirt and leg-warmers. A pacifier appears, cutting her protests off as the brat’s brain slowly breaks down into infantile mush, leaving her unable to walk, talk, or control her bodily functions. And as she plops down onto her plushly padded tushy, her hair bands itself up in pig-tails... or perhaps the last scrap of her adult clothes transform into a lacy bonnet-- the crowning touch, announcing her new status to the world! Helpless, she remains a pamper poopin’ Adult Baby, totally dependant on others to feed, bathe, even wipe her butt for her until the next day... when she awakens, remembering every embarrassing detail of the night before and left with nothing to do but dread the coming of the next full moon!
