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“When I was younger, so much younger than today...”
from The Beatles:“Help”



Time Bomb by Nomdreserv

Part 1

Karen sighed as she sat down at her desk, another near disaster averted. Monday
mornings were always bad, but this was shaping up as the worst in memory.

The weekend, on the other hand, had been ... remarkable. Another reason to hate the
Monday which ended it. She, her husband, Bob, and their friend, Lisa, had thoroughly
and imaginatively enjoyed themselves, and imagination took on a whole new meaning
when your friend is a witch in possession of powers over size and time. This weekend
she had introduced them to a medallion which could age or regress people at will.

And, boy, did they have a lot of will.

Karen's finding out she had magical potential and nascent powers of her own, leading to
her casting her first spells through the use of the medallion, had been a defining and
exhilarating crown to the weekend. Although they had some scares early on when the
medallion's magic had gone awry, and she still felt some lingering disquiet about what a
jealous and out of control Lisa had attempted while regressed to a little girl, Karen had
truly hated to see their adventures end. She had symbolically closed the medallion inside
her jewelry case last night as she and Bob prepared to return to the "real world," and gray
(to her eyes) Monday had arrived as feared.

It had begun disastrously, Karen waking up to find her panties, sleep shirt and the sheets
beneath her soaking. She had jumped up, yelling, and while Bob groaned and struggled
awake, her nose confirmed what she already guessed. She had wet the bed.

Karen was stunned. She had never in her memory had a problem with continence under
any circumstances, let alone bed wetting, and her face burned with surprise and shame
now. As Bob sat up, she ran to the bathroom with tears in her eyes, probably never more
embarrassed in her married life (and that was saying something, given the last few weeks
with Lisa's magic). She was so distracted, she didn't notice her shirt rearranging itself, as
though her body was growing beneath it.

She returned, struggling to keep her composure, with several towels and clean sheets
from the linen cupboard.

"What happened?" a still groggy Bob asked. Karen was relieved to see that his side of
the bed was still dry.

"An ... accident," Karen told him, shucking her wet clothes. She cursed herself silently,
especially since she could have almost seen this coming, the way her bladder had been
acting up since Saturday. It seemed to give her almost no warning before threatening to
explode, and she had already been caught with a few early dribbles while racing to the
bathroom during the day. Afraid now to meet his eye, she asked Bob to get up so she
could change the bed.

He complied, a look of concern obvious on his face. After she pulled off the wet things,
he stopped her.

"Leave it for now," he suggested, leading her over to the dry side of the bed and sitting
down. "Are you OK?"

"I think so," Karen replied uncertainly. She looked at him shyly. "I'm so embarrassed. I
don't know how ... I mean why ..."

"Shhh," he comforted her, holding her against him. "You think this could be related to ...
you know." Bob was still having trouble coming to grips with all the changes in their life
together, and "you know" was as clearly as he could manage his thoughts at the moment.
Understandable perhaps: it wasn't every day a man watched his wife shrink to doll size or
regress to infancy before his eyes.

"I don't know," she replied. "I have been feeling a little funny since." She squeezed his
hand reassuringly. "I'll give Lisa another call today." Calls to Lisa were becoming part
of their daily routine.

She felt him tense when he heard the name, and feared he was becoming resentful of Lisa
changing their lives so dramatically and quickly. Though, come to think of it, he
certainly hadn't shown any aversion to her during their threesome Saturday night. Still,
Bob had also been acting a bit strangely since then.

Bob, meanwhile, tried to put Lisa out of his mind now, as he had unsuccessfully tried all
weekend. Not because of hostility - quite the reverse. He had constantly found himself
thinking and fantasizing about her during the weekend. Lisa had assured them that the
love potion she used had been negated, but he again wondered. Thank heavens Karen
couldn't know about his dreams the last two nights.

Seeing his worried expression, Karen tried to reassure him.

"Don't worry. Lisa really loves us." Bob jumped slightly at the word. "And wouldn't do
anything to hurt us. If she thinks anything could still be wrong, she'll take care of it."
She smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really want to get a shower."

The morning proceeded without major incident. After her shower, Karen dried her hair
and applied her makeup, while Bob stepped into the stall. She glanced at him, and found
herself remembering what a cute little boy and teenager he had made, and smiled at the
thought.

Meanwhile, Bob lathered his body and wondered if his chest and leg hair were still
thinner than they had been. With so many age changes the last couple of days, it was
hard to tell. He washed off, feeling an invigorating tingle under the shower.

Karen turned to greet him as he emerged and couldn't help widening her eyes in surprise.
He didn't look too far removed from the teenager she was remembering. His body hair
appeared much thinner, and his frame more gangly - could it ... or, wait, she calmed
herself. He probably just looked that way because he was wet from the shower. She was
letting her obsession with age change get to her. She turned back to the mirror.

Bob toweled off and joined her.

"Don't really need to shave," he decided, running his hand over his chin. "Another side
effect?"

"Probably," Karen mused, casting another sidelong glance at him. She was afraid to say
anything, but he still looked awfully young. "After all, you spent a good part of yesterday
as an 8 year old."

"Yeah, thanks a lot."

"But you were so cute! And it was fun to play at the park as kids."

"I guess."

"And didn't we make up for it afterwards - as only adults can?"

"Yeah," he agreed warmly, reaching to embrace her.

She hugged back but stopped him as his hands began more serious explorations, stepping
back with fists on hips and a mock disapproving expression.

"Robert! You can't be ready for more! After that exhausting session last night?" She
glanced in apparent amazement at his obvious erection. "Looks like you may have
another 'side effect' there - I'd better get Lisa working on this right away."

He growled and slapped her behind playfully.

"And you said you weren't into spanking," she chided, wiggling her bottom at him, but
dancing away when he reached out.

They laughed, but Karen prevailed, and they went back to preparing for work. As she
surmised, Bob's appearance seemed to revert closer to normal as he dried his hair, but he
still looked more like a grad student than a business planner as he got dressed. Not that
she was going to complain about that: handsome as the day they met - this was a side
effect she could live with.

It was on her drive to work that the problem reasserted itself. Despite trying to empty her
bladder just before she left, she felt an increasingly familiar urgency as she reached the
parking garage. She raced into a parking space, then half ran (it was hard to run while
squeezing her thighs together) into the building, almost falling into the first restroom she
found. Afterwards, walking into the office in a much more relaxed fashion, she decided it
was definitely time to call Lisa.

She had started to punch in Lisa's number, when she was interrupted by Gina, the
secretary she shared in the office. She appeared in the doorway with papers in hand.

"Morning, Karen. Saw you come in. These need your signature to be mailed out."

Gina walked over to Karen's desk and handed her the papers, smiling apologetically. She
was an attractive woman in her mid twenties, blond hair to her shoulders, and a still
youthful face and figure, the latter set off by a casual stretch shirt emphasizing her breasts
and a just above knee length skirt. Karen actually liked her, but couldn't help thinking
"cheerleader" when she saw her.

Karen tried to read through the documents, but couldn't get herself to concentrate. She
finally sighed and bent to sign them as was. As she leaned over, she again thought about
how Gina must have personified the cute and perky teenager. If she had the medallion....

She put the thought aside, and again tried to concentrate on signing the papers. Even
writing her name was proving to be a chore this morning. After a few moments, she
asked idly.

"So, Gina, have a nice weekend?"

A fit of giggles prefaced Gina's answer.

"Like, totally. We went driving around in Matt's really cool car, and went out to eat and
stuff." Another giggle. "And then we got to foolin' around, and, we, like, did it, you
know?" She finished in a conspiratorial tone.

Karen was surprised at this unusual narrative style as she finished her signatures, but not
as surprised as she was when she looked back up to return the papers.

Gina looked no older than 15: long blond hair framing an angelic face, her shirt barely
pushed out and loose over small teen breasts, and her skirt drooping slightly on narrower
hips. Karen saw her fidgeting, her right foot slipping and twisting as she played with her
loose shoes. She smiled somewhat shyly and took the papers, then turned to leave.

"Thanks, Ms. Rhodes."

"Gina!" Karen gasped, frightened and disbelieving.

"What?" Gina asked, turning back and presenting her normal twenty something
appearance, clothes again tight over her mature figure.

"Um ... n ... nothing," Karen stammered, not sure of what she had seen. Could this be
another trick of her weekend obsession? Or ...

She finally managed, "Glad your weekend was fun."

"You know it," Gina winked. "Hope you and Bob enjoyed yours."

"Maybe too much, " Karen thought, watching her leave, her heart still racing.


END PART 1

Copyright 1998 by Nomdreserv

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