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Time Bomb by Nomdreserv

Part 6

Eventually, they caught up to the irrepressible Susie and persuaded her to slow down. At
least Missy seemed to have enjoyed her wild ride, smiling delightedly between licks of
her lollipop and kicking her feet. Lisa diverted them over to a bench, and breathed a sigh
of relief.

Too soon it turned out, for she had unfortunately chosen one near a toy store, eliciting
another round of jumps and excited giggles from the adult toddler. These in turn drew
more than a few new stares, including some leers from passing men who enjoyed the
obvious bouncing of her breasts.

Missy, as always a girl of few words, stopped sucking long enough to intone, “Toys,”
then returned to her candy.

Karen had used the apparent break to slip off to the kids’ clothing store. This allowed her
to just miss the next escapade as Susie darted into the toy store, ignoring Lisa’s shouted
negative. Lisa was afraid to leave Missy to follow her, and had to wait impatiently for her
to reappear. The delighted woman eventually ran back, a large plush toy in hand and
closely followed by an angry store manager. She ran up to face her three year old mother.

“Mommy, can I have this? Please?”

The manager as well as nearby shoppers gaped at the strange picture, made even stranger
after Missy reacted by grabbing the toy.

“Mine!” she announced.

Susie jumped up and down, stamping her feet in protest.

“Nooooo! I had it first! Give it back.”

“Uh uh. Mine.” Missy hugged it fiercely. “Cuz ... um, ... ‘cuz I’m the mommy, and you
gots to do what I say.” She smiled triumphantly, trump card played.

“Noooo!” Susie repeated helplessly, looking at Lisa with tears of outrage forming.

The manager approached Susie tentatively.

“Uh, ma’am?” he asked uncertainly, as Susie and Missy began making faces at each
other.

Red-faced, Lisa intervened quickly, paying for the toy and another even bigger one to
placate Susie. Missy eyed that one speculatively as well (being the mommy had its
privileges), but decided she liked hers better, and they both played happily on the bench
with Lisa while waiting for Karen. Lisa took the opportunity to look through Missy’s
wallet in the stroller bag, checking her driver’s license to determine her true age of 25.
Good, she’d know how to change her back properly when the time came. The idea of
checking her own license briefly came to mind, but she dismissed it immediately - it
wasn’t like she didn’t know she was 18. I mean, get real.

Karen eventually returned with some clothes at least superficially comparable to those
Susie had destroyed during her growth spurt, and a few minutes time found them back in
the same secluded spot. Lisa arranged the two blondes on the bench, Susie still wearing
her mother’s clothes and Missy in her oversize sweatshirt. Both happily clutched their
toys, licked their suckers and smiled indulgently at her.

Karen signaled it was safe.

Lisa activated the medallion, and Susie began to regress, first losing her full figure, then
all signs of womanhood, before more rapid physical shrinking ensued as she sped back
through puberty, soon leaving her swimming in her borrowed clothes. Now, two very
oddly dressed and nearly identical toddlers gazed at them expectantly.

Lisa stopped to help Susie out of her oversize clothes and into the outfit Karen bought. It
fit surprisingly well, and Missy looked on enviously, wishing she had clothes that fit.

Karen signaled a stop, and they waited as a couple of mall nomads passed by, glancing
casually at the group. They moved on, and Karen gave the all clear.

“Finally,” Lisa breathed. “Now comes the tricky part.”

Missy started to grow slowly, the change apparent only by comparison to her finally
younger again daughter.

“Lisa?” Karen asked, suddenly worried. “What’s gonna happen when you, like, make her
an adult again?”

Lisa paused, leaving a six year old squirming on the seat.

“I hope she’ll be, you know, confused enough by all the age changes that she won’t
remember exactly what happened.”

Missy stared at her earnestly, making her less comfortable about that supposition, and
Lisa thought a few more minutes. “Um, OK. I’ve got an idea.”

First, she dressed Missy in her adult clothes, still comically large, but stable enough at her
slightly larger size if she didn’t move. Karen waited impatiently, seeing a few store
browsers drifting their way again.

“Hurry, Lees!”

“Hey! You try putting a 34C bra on a six year old!” Lisa snapped. After a few tense
minutes, she arranged Missy’s clothes to satisfaction.

“There,” she said. “We’re ready.”

“So, what’s your plan?” Karen asked, as Lisa held the medallion ready.

“I’m gonna, like, set it for slightly delayed age progression, to finish in a couple of
minutes.” She concentrated a few seconds. “There.” She turned to Missy. “Now, don’t
be scared, honey. You’re gonna be a big girl again in just a little bit. Won’t that be fun?”

Missy nodded vaguely, busy working again on her sucker.

Lisa seemed to just be waiting, offering no further clue to her strategy.

“That’s your plan?” Karen asked incredulously.

“Only the first part,” Lisa answered, glancing around. “The second part is like real easy -
RUN!”

She put her words to action, first tossing Karen the incriminating medallion, then
disappearing around the corner and heading off through the mall. Karen paused only long
enough to issue a startled “Hey!”, see both girls staring at her holding the artifact, and
then witness Missy start to grow again, before hastily following her friend’s lead.

And a few minutes time found a very confused and very adult Melissa still clutching a
stuffed animal, too surprised yet to take the lollipop from her mouth, and her daughter
laughing and clapping her hands in delight over the whole adventure.

Little Susie couldn’t wait to come back to the mall.

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The girls blew into Karen’s house, still giggling, after another mildly harrowing ride
home, Lisa’s new driving recklessness compounded by laughing fits.

They both knew they should be more worried by the mall incidents, but now that they felt
they had safely escaped, they just thought they were too funny to get worked up about.

"That clerk just looked so ridiculous – eight years old and wearing those black stockings,"
Lisa said again.

"And her face when you changed her back, and she found them around her ankles!"
Karen added, leading another round of mirth.

"At least we got some cool things out of the trip," Lisa held up their bag.

"Yeah," Karen agreed, but blushed slightly at the thought of their "adult" lingerie.

"Hey, let's try 'em on!"

"Now?" Karen shifted nervously.

"Sure. Why not? Or would you rather wait until Bob is here to see?"

The remark made Karen flush even more, making her feel surprisingly shy about the idea
of Bob seeing her undressed. Better to try things on with just her girlfriend watching.

"Um, OK. We can use the full length mirror in my … I mean our … I mean Bob's and
my room."

Lisa noticed her slight fluster but just smiled in acquiescence. Just the place she would
have chosen.

They walked together upstairs to the master bedroom, and Lisa dumped the bag's contents
onto the bed. She kicked off her shoes, and immediately began undressing, first
unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Karen couldn’t resist
looking at her, lingering over her long, lean legs, before turning away and starting to
undress herself. She could hear the rustle as Lisa removed her shirt, but resisted turning
around. Still blushing, she stepped out of her own shorts and started to lift her shirt, now
wishing she had worn that bra after all. She hesitated a moment, then whisked it over her
head, took a deep breath and turned to find Lisa eyeing her intently. Without thinking,
she crossed her arms across her chest, feeling the somehow reassuring metal of the
medallion between her breasts.

"What?" she asked defensively, feeling her nipples stiffen (the cold air, she told herself).

Lisa shook her head.

"Nothing. Just thinking this stuf'll look a lot better on you than me."

"Don't be silly," Karen replied, though actually flattered. "You have a great body."

"Yeah," Lisa snorted, pointing at her small breasts in their loose white bra. "Try telling
these guys that." She swept her gaze appreciatively again the length of Karen's body.
"God, girl – do you have any idea what a knockout you are?"

Many would have agreed with her. In her 18 year old form, Karen sported beautiful, full
red hair, a pretty face, large and firm breasts, and a thinned version of her hourglass
figure, with legs still girl slim. She flushed in pleasure at Lisa's obvious admiration and
felt a slight warmth start between her legs.

Of course, Lisa was quite attractive herself. Her breasts were small and her hips thinner.
Her longer legs showed less curve at calf and thigh. But her face captured attention.
Long, lustrous black hair, fine features, and those remarkable green eyes that almost
shone in their intensity. Karen had lost herself more than once in their crystal depths, and
even now had to avert her gaze to recover her composure. The intensity of Lisa's stare
seemed to bore straight through her, producing a sensual tingle and flush which took her
breath away.

Lisa smiled, as though in recognition.

"OK, kid," she said, holding up a blue lace bra clearly too big for her. "I believe this is
yours."

Karen took the bra, but still felt a slight hesitation in uncovering, so simply held it against
her. Lisa immediately unhooked her own bra, unabashedly revealing her small, upright
breasts, crowned with puffy areolas and obviously erect nipples. She looked out of the
corner of her eye to see if Karen were watching (she was) and deliberately took her time
selecting which of her new bras to try, finally picking the peach color.

"All right," she addressed the garment in a stern voice. "Like, make with the magic."

She started to position her breasts properly along the padded cups. "Hey, Kari, would
you do the back while I keep this steady?"

Karen found herself fumbling slightly with trembling fingers as she hooked it. She
looked down Lisa's bare back to the top of her panties. They seemed a bit loose and had
slipped just enough to bare the top of her buttocks. Karen imagined leaning forward
slightly, just enough to brush her nipples along Lisa's smooth back. The thought made
her tingle again, but she made herself get back to her appointed task. Lisa felt Karen
finally release the strap, correctly guessing what had delayed her.

"Ready?" Lisa twirled about. "Ta da." Her breasts, squeezed and pushed upwards, did
indeed give her noticeable cleavage, and with the padded cups made her look at least a
size or two larger.

"Lees, you look great!"

"I do, huh?" Lisa walked to the mirror, examining her suddenly prominent bust line from
front and side. "Hey, where have you guys been all my life? Why couldn't you have
shown up last Saturday when …" she froze briefly, the sentence unfinished, seeing if
Karen guessed what she had been about to say. "When … um … I was trying to impress
those guys in the mall." She switched back to offense. "Your turn."

Karen still felt shy and turned away to fit her breasts into the lacy cups, again fumbling in
her haste to cover herself. She jumped as she felt Lisa's touch on her arm.

"Calm down, Kari. It's not like I'm seeing anything I haven't before."

Karen hung her head.

"I … I know. It's just, somehow I feel different. Maybe it's all the age changes the last
few days."

"We're back to normal now," Lisa said softly, one hand still on Karen's arm. She used
the other to gently force Karen's concealing arm away.

"Um …" Karen protested weakly, but made no move to recover herself.

"And, God, Karen, don't be so quick trying to cover those up. They're magnificent." Lisa
drank in the creamy white globes capped by light pink and very stiff nipples. Despite
their size, they showed no sag, an extra benefit from her unintentional youth.

Karen's mouth was dry as she tried to swallow, and her hands had started trembling again.
Lisa smiled disarmingly, her fingers beginning to trace small circles on Karen's arm.

"Why're you so nervous, Kari?"

Karen, who had started to sigh involuntarily at Lisa's caress, jumped, bringing the lace bra
awkwardly up to cover her chest again.

"Nervous?" she squeaked, then cleared her throat. "I'm not nervous. It's just, you
know…"

"Hmmm mmmm," Lisa murmured agreeably, then moved around behind Karen and
began kneading her shoulders. "You're tense, honey. You've been through a lot the last
couple of days. Just relax."

Karen closed her eyes, enjoying the massage, and didn't complain when Lisa's hands
began moving farther down her back and upper arms, changing from massage to more of
a gentle stroking. She also felt an increasing dampness between her legs, desperately
hoping it wasn't obvious.

Lisa felt her own excitement growing, and thrilled as her expanded attentions met no
resistance despite Karen's obvious nervousness. It was odd that after all their years and
many sessions together, that it should now feel so much like that first awkward seduction
back in the dorm. Just as now, Lisa had been the aggressor, but not before a morning of
presumed unintentional flashing and teasing from the half-dressed
Karen (who had later admitted it wasn't as unintentional as she first maintained).

Karen now began swaying slightly in rhythm to Lisa's hands, her nervousness easing as a
still uncertain desire built. She unconsciously straightened and shrugged in an attempt to
move Lisa's touch lower down her back.

Lisa took the hint and began tracing patterns in the small of her back, moving ever closer
to the loose band of her panties. Though even now they could both pretend it was a
simple back rub, Lisa noticed Karen no longer made any attempt to cover her breasts, the
bra dangling loosely in her hand.

"Feeling better?" Lisa asked soothingly.

"Hmmm," Karen managed in response.

"I can't help thinking about how you looked when I arrived, so expectant and fresh faced,
and dressed just like those days back in the dorm. Remember that Saturday when ..."

Karen turned abruptly, blushing and again bringing the bra up against her breasts. The
stiffness of her nipples and the sensation she received as she pulled the lace across them
almost made her jump.

"Um, yeah. Maybe we'd better get dressed again?"

However, she made no motion to carry out her suggestion.

Lisa pretended disappointment, recognizing the color in Karen's face as a flush of
excitement rather than embarrassment.

"You mean, no more of this?" she asked innocently, running her fingers in a sensuous arc
from Karen's shoulder and down around the exposed lateral edge of her breast.

Karen shivered, but only closed her eyes. Lisa felt more than ever the unexpected thrill of
a first-time seduction.

"Or this?" she asked in a lower voice, caressing the smooth curve of Karen's upper thigh.

A moan, but still no resistance.

"Or this?" Lisa almost whispered, now drawing a single finger along Karen's face and
jaw. As expected, Karen turned her face upward in response to the touch. Lisa followed
up by moving her hands to stroke Karen's hair while bringing her lips down to lightly
touch Karen's.

Karen pulled back, opened her eyes in a half dreaming, half confused expression, and
held her hands to her burning cheeks, dropping the bra without thought to the floor.

"Oh, God! Lees, I ..."

The confusion lasted only a few seconds. Both girls closed their eyes as they moved
together into an undisguised embrace, lips crushed together in released passion. Karen's
hands began their own exploration of Lisa's body, and she found herself releasing Lisa's
bra far more smoothly than she had put it on. They moved far enough apart to drop it to
the floor, and Karen shivered at the touch of their nipples rubbing together.

When Lisa's hands moved beneath Karen's loose panties to cup her behind, Karen pulled
away again, but this time only to suggest they move to the bed.

Lisa smiled and agreed eagerly, but not before tugging at Karen's panties.

"May I?" she asked teasingly.

Karen nodded mutely, and Lisa slowly eased the panties down, pausing as Karen's
reddish pubic hair was exposed, her wetness obvious, then slowly drawing them further
down her legs while tracing a reverse line of fire up her thigh with a fingernail. When the
finger neared her slit, Karen gave a sudden sigh.

"No fair," she pretended to complain. "You've got me going full steam, and you're so
calm." She spread her legs slightly as Lisa finished removing her panties, the cool air
feeling deliciously naughty on her exposed sex, her musk filling the scented air.

"Oh, yeah?" Lisa responded by making a show of stepping out of her own panties, her
own wetness proclaiming her excitement. "You’ve been driving me crazy all day. And
don’t pretend that braless look and panty flashing were by accident again. If I hadn’t
been so worried, I would have ... like, I would ... well, you wouldn't believe the things
you make me want to do." (And coming from a witch, they might be indeed difficult to
believe.)

"C'mere, show me," Karen teased, climbing onto the bed, then removing the medallion
from around her neck and putting it on the side table.

Lisa wasted no time in following her invitation, and they lay together, stroking and
sighing, their inhibitions forgotten. Lisa again took control, continuing her kissing, but
moving from Karen's lips, down her throat, along her shoulders, and finally beginning to
lightly kiss and lick her stiff, pink nipples. Karen's hands, in turn, roamed freely along
Lisa's lean lines, pausing to massage her small but firm breasts.

Both girls shivered.

Lisa moved her attention lower, kissing in a line towards Karen's sex. Karen relinquished
her hold on Lisa's breasts as she moved away. It was odd, but they had almost seemed to
shrink slightly in her grasp just then.

She forgot the mystery as Lisa reached the top of her cleft, and the first butterfly-light
flicks of her tongue danced on her clit. Her sighs turned to moans as a finger began to
probe her soaked vagina in concert with increased pressure from the tongue, and Karen
writhed in response to Lisa's oldest magic. Soon, she was bucking to climax, never even
noticing another tingle that washed through her at the same time.

Lisa felt one, too, but put it down to a sympathetic shiver from Karen's orgasm. She
smiled up at her panting friend, licking her lips, and enjoyed the aftermath, watching
Karen’s face slowly relax from the contortions of her climax, red hair picturesquely
disarrayed on the pillow beneath her. Satisfied, she began to kiss her way back up her
friend’s body. She lingered over Karen's breasts, noting that they didn't look as big lying
down as they had standing up, but now boasted more obvious puffiness around the still
erect nipples. As she gently sucked on them, Karen gave a girlish shriek from their
unexpected sensitivity. She kicked up onto her side and pushed Lisa down.

"Your turn, you little witch," she laughed, running her hands along Lisa's smooth skin
with long, slow motions, deliberately and teasingly moving one hand closer to her breasts
and the other to her glistening labia. She also experienced a mild surprise as she
inspected Lisa's lean body at leisure. She put it down to perspective and lying down, but
from this position, Lisa's breasts were almost nonexistent - merely stiff nipples and mild
swellings around them. Of course, she wouldn’t dream of mentioning it - Lisa was so
insecure about it - but her figure was almost boyish, and her pubic hair seemed thinner
up close. Karen idly wondered if she'd trimmed it for a bikini.

However, there was nothing boyish about Lisa's high-pitched cries as Karen soon had her
writhing and bouncing on the bed from her own expert ministrations. Though perhaps
expert wasn't quite the right word this time. Karen found herself pausing occasionally, a
little lost as she tried to remember the techniques they had learned and refined on each
other over the years, but since she was familiar enough with what brought her own body
pleasure, her improvisations seemed to delight Lisa to distraction. She was so intent on
pleasing her friend, neither noticed the next light tingle, or if they did, it was lost in the
crash of Lisa's prolonged orgasm.

After Lisa calmed down, they stroked, cuddled and kissed, each exploring the others
adolescent beauty and her developing or hinted at curves, still more promise than reality.
And neither noticed or thought anything wrong as their occasionally still womanly or
sensual moans began to increasingly be replaced by high-pitched sighs and then giggles.
Sex was forgotten, replaced with adolescent experimentation, then girlish curiosity and
play.

And thus it was that soon two eight year olds lay naked and laughing innocently in bed,
talking about how they would always be friends, what they would look like when they got
older (How did they seem to know so confidently?), and how great it was to play together
without any worries.

Correction. One worry. The happy scene was broken by the sound of a car entering the
garage. Karen sat bolt upright, her face white with panic.

"Geez, Lees! It's my da ... I mean, it must be Bob! He's home early!" She sprang out of
bed. "Oh my God! Quick, get dressed. He'll freak if he catches us like this."

As indeed he would.


END PART 6

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