The Cure

by PixChick

Megan was very unhappy with her new stepmother Ruth, whom she and her father discovered only after the marriage to have an alcohol problem. Ruth was quite sweet with Megan when sober; but was utterly mean to the 9-year-old girl when drinking ­ when she wasn't passed out. Ruth's drinking also was causing nasty arguments with Megan's father, who couldn't convince Ruth to quit. Megan too wished and prayed for a cure to stop her stepmother's alcoholism and thus restore family peace.

One afternoon, Megan came upon a store she didn't remember at the location where it sat. Called Small's Emporium, it looked like an old-fashioned general store on the outside, but was modern and sterile on the inside. Megan explained that she needed something to stop her stepmother's drinking to the proprietor Mr. Small, a jovial round-faced man with a white handlebar mustache. He presented her with two fizz tablets. "Drop these tablets in a watering can containing a gallon of water and when dissolved, pour it on your stepmother and she won't have another alcoholic drink after that day," Mr. Small said. Megan paid with the $3.74 in her pocket, which Mr. Small said was the exact price.

Home again, Megan found Ruth passed out on the patio. She used the tablets as instructed, pouring the watering can's contents on Ruth. Megan then watched in amazement as her stepmother began to shrink. Her breasts flattened while her body contracted out of her shoes, slacks and panties. Only Ruth's shirt shrunk to fit, and to Megan's amazement, her diminished stepmother now seemed to be wearing a diaper.

Ruth suddenly sat up and screamed at Megan for getting her wet. "You stupid brat. I ought to smack you good," Ruth said, ignoring the fact that standing up she now looked up at Megan's face. Megan's heart broke as Ruth, now no larger than a 2-year-old baby, toddled to the kitchen and removed another beer from the refrigerator. The tablets hadn't worked. Ruth continued into the living room, plodding on unsteady legs (not that this was different from previous days).

But then Ruth came face-to-face with Megan's father. "Didn't have time to fix anything. Call out for pizza," Ruth said. The father glared for a minute, then said, "Ruth? Is that you?" Ruth growled back in her now soprano voice, "Who in hell do you think I am?" The father then sprang into appropriate action.

"From now on, no more beer for you," the father sternly said, snatching the beer can from Ruth's hand. "How dare you!" Ruth replied. "From now on, only milk for you ­ since you are now a growing girl," the father added. "Gimme back my beer, you damn fart," Ruth said, kicking her husband on his leg. "And I've had enough of your foul-mouthed drunken tantrums," the father said, picking Ruth up, placing her across his knees, and administering a good spanking. Ruth half grinned while her stepmother bawled her eyes out.

Since then, Ruth hasn't had a drop of booze. Now a happy and well-adjusted baby, she is treated not as a wife and stepmother, but as Megan's little sister. Megan is now quite happy with her family life, but she still plans to visit Small's Emporium again. She hopes Mr. Small has some instant potty training tablets ­ to free her from the one family chore she hates.

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