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Time Bomb by Nomdreserv

Part 5

Blissfully unaware of the chaos they had left behind at the McDonald’s, Karen and Lisa
did what any teenage girls with a free afternoon and their own car might: they drove to a
mall. The effects they produced there were of a similar nature but on a smaller scale,
probably because people were constantly moving in and out of range. Thus, only once or
twice did the girls nudge each other to point out an oddly dressed individual, such as the
thirty something woman wearing a shockingly brief jumper, a bulging shirt that looked as
though it might have once been long-sleeved, and dangerously overstretched tights, or
the 12 year old boy whose pants dragged along the floor even as he held them at the waist
(the baggy look gone berserk, they thought). They were having too good a time to waste
time or much thought on them.

It was at Victoria’s Secret that it caught up to them.

They went in at Lisa’s insistence, accompanied by considerable giggling and whispered
exchanges about what they would or wouldn’t dare wear. They lingered to admire a
collection of lace bras on sale, and were finally accosted by an elegantly dressed woman
in her thirties, medium height, slender, dressed in dark pumps and hose, and a pleated,
knee length dress. She had held off, not expecting much in the way of serious sales from
a couple of high schoolers (or so she judged them).

“Good afternoon, girls.”

She lingered just long enough on the last word to imply a note of condescension which
Karen immediately bridled at.

“Hi. We’re just looking,” Lisa returned.

“Of course. Hmmm.” She sized Lisa up. “You’re probably an A cup, aren’t you? We
don’t have much in that size.”

Lisa blushed.

“Um, I’m actually wearing a B ...”

“But not filling it,” the clerk interrupted. “I find that just emphasizes what you don’t
have. Now, have you considered one of our padded line?”

She started to draw an embarrassed Lisa away, and Karen felt her anger rising. She’d
love to take this woman down a peg or two.

And, of course, she unconsciously did so immediately.

Lisa watched as the woman’s face softened and became prettier, with skin smoothing and
nose turning up a bit. She realized what was happening, decided it was the medallion’s
work, and glanced in alarm at Karen, then opened her mouth in surprise as she saw Karen
browsing idly through the bra display, holding up a blue lace design speculatively, with
no sign of the medallion.

“Now, here we have our Superbra,” the increasingly young woman offered, holding an
example in peach and looking Lisa evenly in the eye. “You’d be amazed ...” The
teenager paused, clearing her throat. “Excuse me,” she continued in a higher voice, then
frowned and cleared her throat again. When she returned her attention to Lisa, she was
surprised to find herself looking up into her face.

Lisa saw a perplexed expression appear on the young teen’s face, as she began to shrink
more rapidly into her now baggy dress. Her breasts receded even more quickly, leaving
the front of the dress flat except for the slight indentation from her virtually empty bra
cups which remained visible. The dress hem was mid shin and falling, covering now
wrinkled hose.

“Excuse me,” Lisa interrupted. “Um, Karen!” She signaled frantically.

Karen looked up to see a young girl apparently playing dress up with the store’s wares,
standing in front of Lisa and waving something at her. Even as she watched, the girl’s
dress slipped down to floor level, hiding the sagging black stockings and clumsily large
shoes she wore. She was surprised the haughty clerk would allow a child dressed like
this in the store.

The truth slapped her. “Oh my God!” she thought. “The clerk!”

“Now if you’ll notice these, um, foam thingies,” the child persisted, but less confidently.
“They really make your, um, you know, um ...” she pointed at Lisa’s breasts, too
embarrassed to name them, “stand out, you know?” She blushed, but otherwise seemed
to accommodate quite well to her new perspective. In fact, her new height brought her
just below eye level to Lisa’s bust, which strangely looked much larger to her at the
moment. She pulled on her sinking dress to recenter it, the collar threatening to slip over
her small shoulders.

Karen’s eyes met Lisa’s, dismay obvious. Lisa nodded, strangely calm at witnessing this
new age changing power in action. They should probably leave before someone else
came in or the regression proceeded further.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Lisa apologized. “We’ve got to run.” She started to walk away.

“No! Wait!” The girl tried to follow her, but tripped on her first step. Both shoes lay on
the floor behind her, and her feet tangling in the dress had pulled it past her shoulders.
She lay on the floor, feet kicking impotently, and started to cry.

“I wanna make a SALE!” she wailed to the girls.

Lisa glanced around the store - they were still alone. Curiosity and compassion overcame
her, and she stepped back to help the tearful girl back to her feet, even arranging the dress
more artfully and securely. While tucking up the hem, she noticed that the woman had
been wearing thigh high black stockings held up by lace elastic tops, which had lost their
hold on the girl’s skinny legs, and now lay crumpled at her ankles.

Well, well - not just a clerk but a customer. She smiled and arranged the oversize dress to
cover the now not-so-sexy stockings.

“Thanks,” the girl snuffled. “I tripped on my dress.”

Lisa remained kneeling to stay on the girl’s level. “I noticed. It, like, seems a little big
for you, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” The girl was puzzled but offered no other ideas.

“But it’s very pretty,” Lisa continued, smiling reassuringly.

“Thanks.” She brightened.

“Tell you what,” Lisa said, standing and glancing at Karen. “We’ll each buy a couple of
things if you’ll just answer a few questions for me.”

“Sure,” she smiled triumphantly.

“How old are you?”

The girl’s face screwed up in concentration. “Um, eight.”

“Uh, OK.” Lisa was amazed at how matter of fact the girl was. “And you’ve worked
here how long?”

“Two years.”

“So you started work when you were six?”

“Ummmm...” she frowned, something obviously wrong.

“OK, never mind. You seem to know a lot about bra sizes and stuff for a little girl.”

She beamed. “Thanks, lady.”

“So, do you buy yours here, too?”

“Uh huh.”

“Why? Pardon me for pointing it out, but you don’t have, you know, breasts to speak of.
Why would you wear a bra?”

The girl pouted, looking down the loose collar at her useless bra cups, flat on her smooth
chest.

“I ... I know. But it’s the rules. You gots to wear a bra when you work here.”

“I see.” Lisa smiled comfortingly. “Well, don’t worry. I think you’ll be growing into
that in no time.”

Another glance around confirmed they were still alone, but she didn’t dare prolong the
absurd scene much longer. She picked up a couple of bras, including the peach colored
one the clerk had selected, took the blue lace Karen held, and handed the girl the lot along
with her credit card. She moved alongside Karen while the small clerk skipped over to
the register.

“Give me the medallion,” she whispered.

Karen did so, but was surprised when Lisa simply held it in her hand.

“Aren’t you gonna, like, change her back?”

“In a minute. I’m wondering how well she can handle this in her younger state.”

The answer was, surprisingly well. The electronics of the register were almost
completely automated: scanning, calculating the total and handling the credit card
transaction. The clerk’s only problem had been in reaching the counter to start the
process, and she had solved that by simply standing on a stepstool designed to allow
workers access to the higher shelves.

“$34.83,” the girl chirped. “If you’ll sign here?”

Lisa nodded, then silently invoked the amulet. As she pretended to study the receipt, she
secretly watched the girl undergo the remarkable transition of gaining back her lost years.
Her height shot up, emphasized by her position on the stool. Her nose and ears became
more prominent as she hit puberty again, but even more dramatically, her curves and
breasts reappeared, literally filling her dress before their eyes. As it lifted clear of her
feet, her puddled stocking became obvious again, still hanging limply on her increasingly
shapely legs. Lastly, her face redefined to the somewhat sharper features she had greeted
them with.

The adult clerk blinked at Lisa in surprise, then gasped as she found herself standing in
stocking feet on the stepstool, her dress rolled up to mid thigh level. She hopped off,
blushing, and ran to retrieve her discarded shoes. As she bent to put them on, she finally
noticed her stockings fallen to her ankles, and could feel that her bra didn’t quite cover
her breasts, since it had been disarrayed by her size changes. Increasingly red faced, she
turned towards her customers with a puzzled, helpless expression.

“Thanks, you’ve been great,” Lisa waved, as she and Karen left the store giggling.


Outside, after walking a few stores down while still laughing, they became more serious.

“So, like, what do you think?” Karen asked, feeling a slight shiver after the adventure.

“You sure you weren’t using the medallion by accident?”

The word accident made Karen clench her thighs in anticipation. She closed her eyes
briefly, finally deciding she could hold on, and opened them again to look earnestly at
Lisa.

“Never touched it. Besides, I didn’t even have it this morning or nothing.”

“Oh, yeah.” She looked at Karen with new admiration. “Wow. Like, that was amazing,
you know? I mean, the way she adapted to her age like nothing was wrong? That’s a
hard spell to do.”

“But I wasn’t trying to.”

“Did you, like, intend anything to happen? Were you trying to imagine her younger?”

“Not really. I just got mad the way she was talking and then - bang - she’s eight.”

“I wonder if you can do it deliberately. Hmmm.” She scanned the area. Near the
fountains, she saw a few people, relatively isolated: a bearded man in his 30s wearing
dress pants and shirt, a couple of older women in dresses sitting on benches, and a young
mother in jeans and T-shirt pushing a toddler in a stroller.

“See if you can change that guy with the beard. Make him older.”

Karen’s gaze followed her friend’s finger. Her eyes darted about, and she briefly noted
the blond-haired mother pushing her equally fair-haired daughter, and thought how much
alike they were, as well as the frumpy older women sitting sullenly (and was glad to give
them a bye), before she centered in on Lisa’s target.

“OK,” she agreed. “Keep the medallion ready in case there’s trouble.”

“Gotcha.”

They walked slowly towards the fountain, keeping their victim in sight, but no change
was apparent despite Karen’s concentration. They approached more closely when he
stopped at a window display - nothing: no gray, no lines, no change.

“Huh, that’s weird,” Lisa offered, before their attention was caught by a high-pitched
voice behind them.

“Uggh. Honey, you’re getting so heavy, I ... Oops! Hey!”

They spun to see a blond girl of about 5 or 6, hands above her head as she tried to hold
the increasingly large stroller handle, staring in consternation at her jeans which now lay
puddled on the floor. Even as they watched, her panties fluttered down to join them, but
luckily her T-shirt now hung to almost knee level, preserving her modesty. The two older
women, also alerted by the cry, sat staring at her aghast.

Thinking quickly, and praying the women had only just noticed the pair, Lisa raced over
to the dwindling mother.

“There you are!” she said in apparent relief. “And just look at you! I told you you
wouldn’t be able to walk wearing your mommy’s clothes.”

The bewildered girl and her daughter both looked uncomprehendingly at Lisa. As Karen
came up behind her, she saw the mother slip another year, her arms no longer long
enough to reach the stroller handle, her face more round and innocent.

"We told you not to wander off," she added to Lisa’s admonishment, then whispered to
the girls. "Don't worry. Everything's gonna be OK. We'll take care of you." She then
finished more loudly for the spectators' benefit, "Geez, I hate babysitting!"

The four year old mother's mind was fogging as these two sudden maternal figures
overwhelmed her.

"Me sorry," she finally managed, before regressing another year. Almost simultaneously,
mother and daughter put thumb to mouth.

Fearing that the increasingly large shirt might slip, Lisa bent and gathered the frightened
girl into her arms. Karen picked up the discarded shoes, socks, and jeans with panties.

One of the dowagers called from her seat.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" she addressed Lisa. "Letting her run around like
that! Half naked! And pushing her sister unattended."

"Oh well, you know how it is babysitting," Lisa replied, pretending to be abashed, but
secretly relieved that the women apparently hadn't witnessed the full transformation.
"She wants to play dress up in her mom's clothes, and it's so hard to say no without her
throwing a fit. Right, baby?"

The three year old in her arms sucked her thumb furiously with wide eyes, as though
considering, before finally nodding uncertainly.

"And she loves to push that stroller ... or try to. I guess I didn't realize she could actually
move it now. Surprise, huh? Thanks so much for your concern. Come along, kids."

They hurried away, followed by the woman's continuing scowl, but no other signs of
pursuit. When they were out of sight, Karen and Lisa sighed in relief.

"That was special," Lisa commented acidly, while bouncing the mother in her arms to
keep her distracted. Her daughter in the stroller, now a near twin, continued to stare in
wide-eyed fascination at her reduced mother. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. I was looking at the guy you pointed out, but nothing happened."

"Correction - something obviously happened." Lisa held out the cherubic and confused
former woman in her arms.

"Well, yeah, but, like, I wasn't trying to do that."

Lisa pondered, remembering how close they had been to the intended target.

"Did you even notice her, or look at her before?"

Karen hesitated.

"Yeah. I mean, I saw her when I was looking for that guy, and noticed how cute the baby
was, and thought ... Hey! I was thinking their hair was the same color, and the daughter
looked a lot like her mother."

"And now they do," Lisa finished. "I wonder if your power is being triggered
subconsciously or just randomly."

"Neither sounds good." Karen shivered slightly. She looked down at herself quickly, and
for a moment thought her breasts looked smaller, before realizing they were exactly right,
and pretty impressive for a 15 year old.

Lisa was now talking reassuringly to the child in her arms.

"I'm Lisa, and this is my friend, Karen. We're gonna make everything OK." She smiled
winningly. "What's your name?"

The thumb popped out briefly. "Missy."

"Missy, what a pretty name. Is it short for Melissa?"

The girl smiled and nodded.

"And how about your daugh ... this other pretty girl?"

"Zusie."

"Susie?" Both girls nodded.

"Well, Missy and Susie, I think you two are just the prettiest and cutest girls in this whole
mall. Would you believe that?"

Both beamed, but then Missy wrinkled her brow. Again the thumb popped out.

"Me widdle."

"That's true, and you're supposed to be a big girl, aren't you?"

An uncertain nod, Missy's mind further clouded by the spell. Was she?

"Don't you worry. We're gonna fix everything." She really wanted to comfort the small
girls. "Would you like some ... candy?" Lisa pointed to a nearby display of lollipops.

Both girls squealed, and a few minutes later were both happily sucking on unnaturally
colored confections, while seated together in the crowded stroller.

"Now what?" Karen asked.

"We change her back," Lisa said simply. "And hope for the best. We'd better find a real
quiet spot."

Fortunately, an alcove near a closed store offered a secluded bench.

"OK, girls, time for a change," Lisa announced, setting the shirt-clad mother on the
bench. She looked around to confirm their solitude.

Karen waited anxiously, but wasn't too nervous to briefly think how neat it might be to
switch their places instead of just restoring the mother.

"Karen," Lisa broke her thought. "Give me a hand with Missy's clothes." Lisa was
trying to more properly arrange the still useless bra beneath Missy's shirt.

"Tickles," Missy pronounced while giggling and squirming.

Karen brought over the other clothes and stooped to help her.

The creaking of the stroller should have alerted them, but they were too engrossed in
trying to restrain the laughing, twisting girl in front of them.

"I wanna get out!" an unexpectedly clear voice complained.

They didn't even turn, Karen simply calling out, “No, you be a good girl, Susie, while we
help your mom.”

A muffled grunt was followed by heavier creaking, a tearing sound, then a triumphant
sigh. A few minutes later, it was a young woman’s voice they heard behind them.

“Mommy, Mommy! Lookit me!”

Karen and Lisa spun, to be confronted with a well built, twenty something woman, her
figure dramatically if bizarrely revealed by a tiny shirt, stretched and distorted beyond
recognition, its lower end sitting just above the nipples of her full breasts, and the
remnants of her destroyed shorts, the overstressed waistband still miraculously holding
on, but with the legs burst, leaving a sort of torn loincloth effect. Outgrown baby socks
still covered her toes.

The almost naked woman smiled from her new vantage point, now looking slightly down
at the two teenagers and towering over her shrunken mother.

“You’re TINY, Mommy,” she giggled.

“Karen!” Lisa gasped accusingly.

“I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it!” she protested.

“Zusie big,” the tiny mother summarized concisely, staring at her well endowed daughter.

Susie laughed happily, skipping around the stroller, still holding her lollipop in hand.

“I’M big! I’M big!”

Her skipping pretty much uncovered the rest of her breasts, and they bounced
provocatively, sending entirely new sensations through her body. She stopped, puzzled,
and reached up to touch the nipples, stiff in the cool mall air.

“Oohh,” she moaned appreciatively. “These feel good.”

By now, Lisa, near panic, had whipped the T-shirt off Missy, leaving the tiny girl looking
very strange clad only in her empty bra, and walked up to the exhibitionist daughter.

“Here, Susie. Um, since you’re the big girl now, you should wear the mommy shirt.

“Yeah,” Susie agreed, stopping her self fondling, and looking proudly down at the girl
who was still her mother. “I get to be the big-girl-mommy.” She struggled with her
confining toddler shirt, and finally succeeded in tearing it off, literally.

“Oops,” she giggled. “No clothes for Mommy.”

Lisa helped her into her mother’s shirt, then the jeans, removing the shredded shorts and
the panties beneath, both also torn beyond use, while Karen tried to keep them concealed
in case of passersby (only a couple, and they didn’t look into the alcove). She saw Missy
sitting forlornly, wearing only the ridiculously out of place bra, and sucking her lollipop
for comfort. As Lisa finished making Susie presentable, Karen rummaged through the
stroller bag.

“All right!” she said, pulling out an adult sweatshirt. “This’ll work.”

Lisa nodded, pulled off the girl’s dangling bra, and helped her into her sweatshirt. Of
course, now it hung past her knees, and her arms were lost in the sleeves.

“Perfect,” she proclaimed sarcastically. “No one will ever know.”

“Better than nothing.”

Susie giggled. “You look silly, Mommy.”

Missy stuck her lip out, pouting and near tears, but Lisa distracted her by returning the
lollipop.

“So, change ‘em back,” Karen suggested.

“Can’t. Not ‘til we get more clothes,” Lisa countered, holding up the rags which had
been Susie’s outfit. “Like, this is enough of a disaster. Who knows what they’re gonna
remember? I sure don’t wanna add to it by leaving the little girl naked. There’s a kids’
store halfway down, we can take ‘em ...”

“I wanna push Mommy! I wanna push Mommy!” Susie yelled, prancing around again
and spinning the stroller as she spoke. “It’s easy ‘cuz I’m BIG!”

Lisa watched the woman giggle and bounce (in more ways than one).

“Um, then again, maybe not.” Lisa decided. “OK, Karen, I’ll stay here with the girls,
and you go get some new clothes for Susie. Hopefully, something that, you know,
matches what she was wearing.”

Karen shivered again. Did her clothes feel loose?

“Why me?” she whined, suddenly feeling argumentative as she looked up into her
friend’s eyes. “You’re always picking on me and getting me to do stuff.” She crossed
her arms sullenly over her small, soft breasts and glared at Lisa. She’s acting so bossy,
she thought, just because she’s a few years older. Ha! Like she even looks grown up -
my breasts are as big as hers - wait ‘til I get to be her age.

Lisa stared in shock, then cautiously reached beneath her shirt to finger the medallion.
Karen saw the movement.

“No! Wait ...” she cried, already feeling the tingle.

To her surprise, her clothes actually tightened slightly around her, and her expanding
breasts pushed against her still crossed arms.

“What’d you do?” she asked in alarm.

“Karen, you were getting younger. Didn’t you notice?”

“I was not!” Karen didn’t even convince herself. “Was I?”

Lisa nodded. “Thank God the medallion still works. I put you back to normal, and just to
make sure, I’ll make myself 18 again, too.” Both teenagers examined themselves and
each other critically..

“OK. Geez, that was weird. I ... HEY! Susie, STOP!”

While they had been preoccupied, Susie had deposited her mother in the stroller and now
ran off into the mall, squealing joyfully, steering wildly and making occasional beeping
noises as they narrowly avoided slower patrons. Her socks had fallen off, and she ran
barefoot, her braless boobs jiggling wildly beneath her shirt.

Karen and Lisa ran after her, yelling, as people stared goggle-eyed at the spectacle.

“Well, at least it can’t get any worse,” Karen thought, feeling an untold number of stares
burning them. She then bit her tongue - what was she thinking?


END PART 5

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