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The Chronos Chronicles

by Nomdreserv


Chapter 4: Interlude and an Early Bedtime


We lay together for some time, and I think were about to start another round, when I
heard some noises outside my door, followed by a tentative knock. Kate and I exchanged
glances, then I jumped up and put on my pants. Kate pulled the sheet over her nude body.

"David?" My mother's muffled and still altered voice came through the door.

I opened the door a crack, to see her slim, teenaged form again barely covered by a
T-shirt. She looked at my state of relative undress and began her trademark giggling.

"Oops, sorry to disturb you," she said knowingly, while her gaze rested on my bare chest,
"but Jimmy and I ordered some pizza. Want to join us?"

"Sure, " I replied, only now realizing I was hungry. "I'll get dressed and meet you
downstairs."

"Oh, don't bother putting anything on for my sake," she laughed. "We're very informal
tonight." She flounced her shirt as she turned, giving me a glimpse of her upper thighs
nearly to her bare bottom, then skipped away.

I shook my head and turned to find Kate laughing at my expression, her naked breasts
again exposed.

"I think my mother just flashed me."

"I wouldn't be a bit surprised," Kate said. "She was always an uncontrollable flirt when
we were growing up, and it must be hard for her to relate to you as a mother in her current
state."

"You know, come to think of it, I don't even remember using the mental controls on them.
I wonder if it's automatic for big age changes?"

"Or maybe the younger brain just reacts differently. I have to admit, I feel different
somehow, especially the way I reacted to making love."

She stretched her arms and wriggled in bed. "I feel so good. I can't tell how much is
from our lovemaking and how much is just being young." She sat up and hugged her
knees. "My legs feel so thin and firm." She then rolled onto her stomach, exposing her
naked backside. "How do I look from behind?"

My cock began to rise again, and I answered her by climbing onto the bed behind her and
pushing it against her inviting ass.

"That's what I hoped," she murmured.

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Exhausted at last, we began to dress, hearing my parents talking downstairs.

Kate looked a little odd in her too large clothes, and I offered to use the device's
adjustment control to fix them.

"No," she answered, "It's hard to explain, but part of the excitement is feeling how loose
everything is - like I'm playing dress up. It emphasizes how I've changed and makes me
feel a little naughty."

"You know at some point I have to reverse the change."

"I know, but I'd like to maintain the fantasy as long as I can."

"I wonder what my folks will think?"

"About what?" she smiled. "The way the machine seems to cloud perception, if they
don't notice anything wrong with each other, I doubt they'll think anything about my age
being wrong. Or are you worried about their reaction to our scandalous activity?" She
traced a finger down towards my well-drained cock.

"At the moment, they don't seem to mind at all, but of course they're thinking like two
horny kids in lust. Tomorrow could be very interesting."

"Who knows," Kate offered hopefully. "They may forget anything happened when they
change back. Or they'll remember it differently - in some way that makes sense to their
adult selves. Worst case scenario: they hate me for seducing their vulnerable and
innocent son. But given their own behavior, I'll just say we were all a little crazy
tonight." She planted a firm kiss on my lips. "Thank you again, David." Then she
looked us both up and down. "I think we're as presentable as we will be. Shall we go?"

We came downstairs to find my teenaged parents sitting in front of the TV, two pizza
boxes lying on the floor carelessly, some pieces and stains clearly visible on the carpet.
Knowing how my mom usually freaked out over spills, or even dinner while watching
TV, I knew she'd have some more problems to reconcile when she returned to her normal
age.

My father was clad in loose fitting pants and T-shirt, his thick hair unruly. He was
drinking a beer, and looked up guiltily as we came in.

"Oh, David." He relaxed. "Geez, I don't know why I'm feeling so jumpy about sitting
here with a beer."

My mother also had a beer, but was making a face with each sip. She had never been too
fond of them, and her youthened palate seemed even less tolerant. Her expression lit up
when we came in, and she came over to greet Kate.

"You look nice tonight, Katy, but what's with the clothes? They your mom's or
something?" As Kate had surmised, they seemed oblivious to her age discrepancy.

"You might say that," she replied.

Then, my mom got a glint in her eye. She whispered in Kate's ear, while glancing
furtively at me. Kate smiled and whispered back. Then they both laughed. Luckily, the
phone rang, and I had an excuse to leave. They continued to whisper together, while
occasionally glancing at me and my father.

I went into the kitchen and lifted the receiver.

"Hello?"

Susan's voice answered back. "Hey, David. Just wanted to let you know I was going to
be late. Is Mom mad about my missing dinner?"

I heard mom giggling at one of Kate's remarks.

"No," I answered truthfully. "I don't think she minds at all."

"Really?"

"Well, to be honest, dinner got sort of messed up. But, Kate came over, and she and
Mom are catching up on old times."

"Cool. Think I could stay out past midnight?"

My parents were usually very strict about Susan's curfew, even on Friday.

"Let me ask. HEY MOM - can Susan stay out late?"

"The later the better," mom called back. "Ask her if she knows about any good parties to
go to. We'll meet her there."

"Mom says..."

"I heard," Susan sounded uncertain. "Is she OK, David? She sounds a little funny."

"She's fine. She just seems a little...giggly tonight. It may be the beer. But, hey, take
advantage. We'll see you whenever."

She was too relieved about curfew being revoked to worry any longer. "Thanks. Bye."

I was actually relieved Susan wouldn't be walking in any time soon. It left the evening a
little more open ended.

I hung up the phone and found mom walking into the kitchen. I still couldn't get over her
lithe form, with small, perky breasts outlined by the thin T-shirt. She looked even younger
than Susan as she crossed to the refrigerator.

"That beer tastes awful - I'm getting a Coke," she explained.

I couldn't help admiring the view of her legs as she bent over to search for her drink, her
shirt riding up, but I was distracted by a movement from the family room. I turned and
saw Kate watching her with a strange and intent expression, then noticed she had the age
device in her hand. I shook my head fiercely, but she just smiled and nodded, then
pressed the switch.

I turned back to find mom still rummaging in the fridge, but turned slightly so that I could
see her partly in profile. Even as I watched, her breasts began to shrink further, and her
bustline became almost nonexistent, her shirt showing only small bumps around the
nipples. She finally pulled out a drink and then turned and opened the cupboard to get a
glass. But now she was losing height rapidly, and even with arms stretched far above her
head, she had to stand precariously on tiptoe before she managed to barely snag one. As
she stepped back, I watched the shirt move down her legs, now almost knee level, and
outlining almost straight hips and barely rounded ass. I looked frantically at Kate, but she
just smiled and held a finger to her lips. By the time I returned my gaze to mom, she had
clearly regressed past puberty, her chest flat and thin legs straight. She was probably no
more than 8-10 years old and four feet tall, and had to reach up to pout her soda. Her hair
began to shorten, the shirt crept past her knees, and she slipped further back into
childhood. After a few seconds, she passed six years old, and began having trouble
holding the bottle steady. The shirt sleeves half covered her arms, and the neck opening
had slipped to half expose one shoulder. Even on tiptoes now, she had to hold the bottle
above her head to pour, and her clumsiness now progressed to the point she began
pouring more on the counter than into the glass.

Kate finally released the switch, but I saw her finger move to another of the controls.
Instantly, my mother's expression changed from exasperation, to confusion, and then to
fear. I moved over to her side, amazed that she barely reached my waist.

"Here, let me help," I offered, taking the bottle from her and grabbing a towel to clean the
spill.

My mother was near tears.

"I sorry! I sorry!" she wailed. "Pwease don't be mad. It was a ax-ident." The four year
old began snuffling, the shirt threatening to slip over her shoulders.

I patted her head reassuringly.

"It's OK, Margie," I comforted her. "Let's get you a smaller glass so you can hold it better,
and we can go back to watch TV."

"Awright," she sniffed.

I started to reach down another glass, but then remembered the plastic training cups we
had for my younger cousins' visits. I poured some drink in one and snapped on the lid.

"Here you go."

"Oohh, bunnies," mom commented on the cartoon decoration. "Thanks, Davy." She
started to run back to the family room, but I saw that Kate was now standing and facing
towards my father there. I stopped mom with a gentle hand.

"Wait here a minute, Margie. Let's see if dad...er, Jimmy needs anything."

"'kay," she agreed, hopping onto a chair and swinging her bare legs inn the air. I was
amazed at how small and high off the ground they were.

Walking into the family room, my suspicions were confirmed: Kate stood near the entry,
the device pointed at my father. He looked to be in his early teens but was retreating
rapidly. He put down the beer bottle with a disgusted look, and in a high tenor which
cracked as he spoke, called out, "Margie, this beer doesn't taste right. bring me a Coke
too."

His muscles had shrunk disproportionately to his size, giving him thin, boyish arms. He
was now passing puberty in reverse and also began losing height rapidly, obvious even
while he sat on the floor. His shirt began hanging on him, and the sleeves more than half
covered his arms. Soon he reached my mother's stage of early youth. As he reached for
the TV remote control, I saw Kate hit the mental adjustment control again.

He blinked uncertainly at the remote control, then turned to look around the room. I was
shocked at his child-like face, so different from the rough, shadowed one he had begun
the evening with, and confusion was plain upon it. Seeing me, his thin soprano voice
piped out.

"Davy, can you change the channel? Me no like this program."

I answered, while Kate smiled at me in bright-eyed delight

"Sure...Jimmy. What do you want to see?"

"TOONS!"

"OK." Thank goodness for the cartoon network, I thought.

Just then, mom toddled in.

"Davy. I spilled coke again." She walked up to my father and held out her cup. "You can
share mine."

"Don't wanna share," he replied angrily. "Want my own." He looked at her belligerently
and added. "'Sides, yours gots girl germs."

My mother stamped her feet.

"That's stupid! I don’t got germs!"

"Do so."

"Do not!"

My father jumped up to continue the fight, but caught up in his oversize clothes and fell
back down. Margie giggled as he kicked at his pants and underwear around his ankles.
By the time he stood, only his shirt was left. Although it now hung well past his crotch,
we had had a clear view of his prepubescent genitals during his struggle. Mom giggled
some more.

"Your pee-pee got tiny," she mocked.

His face reddened.

"Did not!"

"Did too."

"Did not! 'Sides, you don't got no boobies anymore, so there."

My mother's face screwed up, and she began to cry again.

"Daveeeey, he's being mean to me."

I knelt on the floor and tried to comfort them both.

"Now, now. No more fighting. I'll get you each some Coke, and look - a new cartoon is
starting."

Both parents quieted as their attention fixed on the cartoon. I walked over to Kate, who
continued to beam at me.

"Oh, David. This is too cool."

"Why'd you make them so young?" I pretended to be ticked, but had to admit to myself
that it had been incredible watching them regress further.

"Admit it - I just beat you to the punch. You would have tried this at some point." Her
small chin stuck out.

"You're right," I allowed. "It was cool, and it's hard to stop playing. Just don't get any
ideas about me, OK?"

"Don't worry," she smiled reassuringly and gave my cock a squeeze. "I like you just the
way you are. And I've got plans for later that don't include having you any smaller." She
blinked in feigned wide-eyed innocence.

We got more drinks and joined my folks, smiling at each other as they laughed at the
same cartoons they wouldn't have looked twice at normally. However, their younger
bodies weren't up to a long evening. First my mom fell asleep, and then dad began
nodding off just before 9 o'clock. Kate nudged me.

"Time to put the youngsters to bed." She traced a line along my leg. "Then maybe we can
continue more grown up activities."

Already half excited, I picked up my sleeping mother, marveling at her lightness, while
Kate led my stumbling, almost sleeping father by the hand upstairs. Their T-shirts made
appropriate nightshirts for the toddler couple, and we tucked them into their now
ridiculously large queen bed.

"You know I've got to change them back. I reached to take the control from her."

"I know." She held it back. "Let them sleep for a while. They look so cute." They had
moved to cling to each other, and my mother's thumb moved towards her mouth.

After a last look, I closed the door and turned to be surprised by another passionate kiss
from Kate.

"Now then," she finally broke the lip lock. "Where were we?"


END CHAPTER 4

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