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Time Change by Nomdreserv


Part 9


Karen climbed the stairs as fast as her four year old legs could carry her and reached
Lisa's door in time to hear more orgasmic cries within, one a high-pitched girl's voice and
the other a maddeningly familiar baritone. Furious, she pounded on the door.

"Lisa!" she shrieked angrily.

Uncertain silence within.

"Lisa, it's KAREN. Not little Kari, but Karen." If Karen had been calmer, she would
have noticed her height increasing at a remarkable rate as she regained the years Lisa had
so recently stripped from her, the unstable spell unraveling before her anger. She heard a
muffled "Oh, shit!" from within, and crossed her arms, as forbidding a figure as her still
small size permitted.

Lisa's expletive was not just at Karen's arrival, though that had certainly induced a rush of
guilt. As she and Bob had broken their post coital embrace, she noticed that he definitely
looked older now - a young man of at least 20, with liberal body hair beginning to
reappear all over his large frame, and a definite beard shadow. The surprise in his face
foretold her own fate, but a look at her own body still shocked her as she saw the last of
her breast swellings sink away.

She jumped off the bed - at least a couple of inches higher than it had been - and ran to
her discarded clothes.

"The medallion!" she cried, throwing her shirt aside to recover the artifact. "It's not
working. I've gotta...."

She stopped. There was nothing she could do. Obviously the medallion's magic wasn't
stable used this way, and she couldn't - or wouldn't - use Karen so shamelessly again as
an unwitting tool. She sighed, the retreating magic dissipating rapidly enough to see the
changes. Her stiff nipples softened and flattened, leaving no hint of the teen breasts she
had sported scant minutes before. The pleasurable tingling she still felt in her breasts and
vagina evaporated with them, leaving only a sticky wetness that shamed her. Her residual
pubic hair, briefly still identifying her as a post adolescent despite her accusing chest
flatness, thinned before her eyes, then disappeared, even as she felt her hips narrowing.
She continued to lose height and could actually see the room, and a stupefied Bob,
enlarge around her.

It was strange how dramatically the love potion's effects diminished as Lisa raced back
through puberty. One moment filled with lust, then with a strong attraction, then drifting
to a warm, fuzzy feeling devoid of carnal intent.

Bob watched in amazement as his erstwhile lover shrank to a preteen before his eyes, and
was suddenly hit with a sense of guilt almost horrific in its intensity as the potion's
dissolving effect also partially cleared his mind.

Embarrassed, Lisa put on her oversize shirt, even as she tried to comprehend all that she
had just done. She tried to avert her eyes, though it was hard not to watch in fascination
as Bob also returned to his recent baseline, aging quickly, gray streaks shooting through
his hair - even his chest hair, Lisa could now note with a blush.

She knew the remorse he must feel to be awful, but thought she would gladly trade it for
her own.

"You'd better get dressed, Bobby.... Bob," she suggested in her high, piping child's voice.
"If it's any consolation, you weren't exactly responsible for your actions."

"It's not." He quickly threw on his clothes.

She nodded. "I know." With another deep sigh, she opened the door.

A six year old Karen almost flew into the room, and stopped, finding herself eye to eye
with the object of her fury. She stared coldly, then did a shocked double take, looking
from the small girl looking shamefacedly at her to a gray-haired but disheveled Bob and
back again. They were...... but, she had heard....

"You didn't?" she gasped in disbelief. "Not like...."

"Oh, no," Lisa answered matter of factly, then blushed. "I mean, we did, but not like
this. Five minutes ago, we were both teenagers."

Karen absorbed this for a second, then hit her friend as hard as she could, snapping her
head sideways. Strangely, Karen's eyes were the ones filled with tears after she lashed
out.

Whether as a result of the lingering potion effects or a general disapproval of violence,
Bob started forward in protest.

"Karen!"

She turned on him with baleful eyes, as though daring him to offer any further
disapproval.

Lisa rubbed an aching jaw, and intervened.

"No, Bob. Let her do whatever helps right now. I deserve it and more." She hung her
head and offered no defense.

Of course, acceptance was the one tactic Karen hadn't expected. Her body shook, fists
still clenched, as she half launched another attack, but seeing Lisa's averted eyes and
complete resignation robbed her of her last, really murderous instinct, and she stood
limply, tears streaming. The two small girls faced each other for several seconds.

"WHY Lisa?"

Lisa shook her head, a red spot marking Karen's blow. "I don't know." Somehow, the
regression this time still left her with some of her adult capacity intact, leaving her
painfully aware of herself and her actions. "The first thing you should know is that Bob
was acting under a spell - I used magic to get him to do what I wanted." She left out the
fact that the love potion worked by magnifying attraction that was already present.

Karen's eyes flicked briefly to the stooped, sad figure of her husband.

"Karen, I...." he started.

"Wait," Lisa interrupted. "I want to try to finish this while I can still think, sort of." A
pause. "I wasn't myself. Wait, that's a lie. I was myself - just the mean, selfish version I
was as a kid. I was mad at you, and jealous of Bob, and I acted like a mean little girl who
has power she shouldn't." She looked up shyly. "I think you felt a little of it, too, when
you started zapping me after you first got here. It's hard not to think like a little kid." She
dropped her gaze again. "Anyway, that dark side is a real part of me, and maybe it's
better if you see it. I'll understand if you hate me for it."

Karen still stared icily.

Lisa waited a minute, wringing her hands, then continued desperately.

"Karen, there is nothing I can say or do to make up for this. I screwed... um, I messed up
big time. I...I'll understand if you never forgive me, and maybe feel you can't trust me,
but... well, you both mean too much to me to not try. I'll do anything... you can do
anything... I mean, if there's something I can do...." She fumbled uncertainly, then had an
idea. "Here." She handed Karen the medallion. "This is yours. If you want, I'll show
you how I changed us before and you can do whatever you want to me."

Karen took the artifact from Lisa's trembling hand. A brief and pleasant image of
reducing the black-haired girl to helpless infancy came to her, but as she looked at the
beautiful red gold of the medallion, she also saw again the plain gold band of her wedding
ring she had recovered. She then glanced up at the agonized and still aging countenance
of her spouse. She had been ready, indeed eager, to give in to the same meanness of spirit
she had just seen from Lisa, and forget about the consequences to them all. Even now,
imagining baby Lisa crying after a spanking....

They all stood silently for several moments, two 6 year olds and a man pushing 60.

"Lisa," Karen began quietly. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you either, but right now
I'm too mad and confused to think about it. Tell me one thing: can we still really fix this
thing or not?

"I... don't know," Lisa answered truthfully, head bowed, still ashamed to look her friend
in the eyes. "I thought we could, but we're younger now, and... I.... don't ........ well..... we
can try."

Karen nodded, then handed the medallion back. "Then that's what we'll do."



They started by drinking antipotions for the earlier elixirs Lisa had given them, after she
had ashamedly described them and their effects. She assured them that the counter agents
would remove any lingering effects, but was afraid to admit that as her knowledge slipped
again, she was a little fuzzy on those points. She knew they had been very powerful
agents.

Bob willingly testified to the amazing transformation his own mind had undergone, and
hurried to report that he could tell his infatuation with Lisa was dispelled after taking the
antidote. That was true - he could look at her without feeling any loss of control. He held
back an uncomfortable realization that she still seemed awfully cute to him, and he kept
finding his attention returning to her. If the love potion was negated, why did he still feel
so attached to her? This did nothing to assuage the incredible guilt he continued to suffer.

Unfortunately, the clue to his dilemma lay with Karen, but she didn't realize it. Her mind
was much fuzzier about what had happened to her - a combination of her early age
regression and the effects of the mind power - but as she sat at the kitchen table, she
found her attention irresistibly drawn to the cartoons still playing on TV. They were so
interesting and funny! She could barely bring herself to pay any attention to Lisa's
explanations. She dismissed it as a result of her still reducing age - it was normal for kids
to like cartoons. Even when she had to suddenly jump up from the table and run to the
bathroom because of an unexpected pressure in her bladder, they failed to understand its
significance. Alas, even Lisa didn't fully remember what she had said, and that the
commands issued while the mind was in its compliant state outlasted the magic itself.

As for Lisa, she hung her head after doing what she could, and waited for Karen to take
the lead. She hoped they acted fast since she could already feel her tenuous hold on her
mature mind slipping.

In a way, this was good, because the same thing was happening to Karen. As she finished
in the bathroom, she found that her urgency and fear about almost peeing her pants had
driven all other thoughts from her head, and she tried clumsily to regather them. It was
getting harder and harder to keep her confused thoughts in order, though flashes of clarity
continued to sneak through. Even her short term memory seemed to be affected now.

She was still mad at Lisa, but felt the anger beginning to dissipate. The full nature and
enormity of Lisa's betrayal slipped from her youthening understanding. Lisa was her
bestest friend - after Bob, she reminded herself. But he seemed so far removed - so old,
where Lisa was her own age, and a girl after all. Bob was OK for a boy....

She shook her head in surprise - what was she thinking? Her.... husband? That concept
was beginning to elude her. Her husband was OK for a boy? She looked in the mirror,
hoping to restore her memories by finding a familiar reflection there, but instead saw the
puzzled face of a freckled little girl looking back at her in confusion. Her thoughts
actually became murkier as she realized how young she had become.

She also knew that Lisa and Bob had done something really bad, but what exactly she
couldn't remember any more. She knew it had something to do with playing without her,
and that was mean, but she was surprised at how much less it bothered her now that she
had some time to relax (and her mind slipped back towards kindergarten).

By the time she returned to the table, only the need to repair the medallion and protect
themselves from further time damage remained strong in her thoughts. She was still
aware enough to know she didn't want to be a baby.

She walked up to the sad little girl sitting with bare legs dangling over her chair. There
would be time enough to figure out why she had been so mad - and what she might do
about it - afterwards.

"Lisa?"

"Yes, Karen?"

"Let's try it - now."

"OK." Lisa sighed in relief, though her emotions were also less stressed as her mind
simplified. She was glad Karen didn't look as mad.

The two little girls walked towards the den. Karen had retrieved her girl's size clothes,
only slightly large on her slowly regressing form, but Lisa still wore just an oversize shirt.
They looked more like kids playing dress up than a sorceress and her neophyte preparing
to work powerful magic. Karen hesitated as Lisa led them back to the same circular table
as before.

"Um, do we have to...."

"Oh." Lisa saw her point. "Well, it would sort of make it easier for me. This is where
I'm used to working - sort of a magic focus."

"OK." Karen agreed nervously.

"You sit directly across from me," Lisa indicated. "We hold hands and the medallion at
the same time, like before." She blushed. "But this time I'm gonna help lead you through
it."

When Bob started to follow them, she held up a hand, her authoritative gesture and tone
incongruous to her small body. "I think it would be better if you waited in another part of
the house," she warned. "There's gonna be..." her face betrayed confusion as concepts
danced just beyond comprehension. "Lots of magic, you know, moving - we hope - and
there could be.... leaks. The farther away the better. Besides, we need as few distractions
as possible."

He reluctantly withdrew. The two girls took up kneeling positions on opposite sides of
the table at Lisa's direction.

"Lisa," Karen began nervously. "Do you really know what you're doing?" It was difficult
to ignore her childlike appearance and the stumbling over words which had begun to
appear again. Besides, her faith in her friend was rather shaken after the day's events.

"I didn't before," Lisa giggled. "How much worse can we do this time?" At Karen's
fearful and reproachful expression, she added. "Yeah, I do - it's not really
comp...compicate........hard. We have to, you know, viz...vis..." Now the giggles
disappeared with frustration. She knew these words! They just kept slipping sideways
somehow. "VISualize the power in us back into the medallion. The power seems to flow
when we touch, so we'll hold hands again over the medallion and try to push into it." She
breathed a sigh at keeping her concentration so long. "It would probably help if we were
thinking the same thing again, like changing Bob back."

Karen was pleased to hear Lisa's more confident tone return. "Sounds good. Let's go."
She squirmed to get comfortable in her large clothes.

"Wait. I want to talk a little bit about magic first, so you'll unnerstand better what
happens." Lisa screwed up her face trying to stay focused, and started to recite what
seemed to be rote material. "Access to magic begins at the uncon....no,
um....subconscious level - that's how you feel magic around you and tap into it. You feel
it before you understand it. Then your conscious mind can shape it into a working form.
Now, when we...."

Karen's mind wandered. She knew this was important, but it was hard to understand, and
Lisa just kept droning on when Karen wanted to make everything better right away. She
vaguely realized her mind was slipping ever deeper into early childhood, but was having
trouble remembering why that was bad. She briefly resurfaced and heard something
about Lisa taking control, but then was lost again imagining herself bigger and older
again. And with boobs, she smiled, just like the big girls. Her attention only returned
when Lisa began stumbling around the word "fluctuations" which kept coming out
"fuckulations," and made Karen snicker at the naughty bit.

Lisa flushed.

"Karen, are you listening to me?"

"Sort of." She tried to look attentive, but couldn't keep a straight face.

"You gotta know the rules and stuff if we're gonna play.... I mean use magic." Lisa felt
her own concentration slip, and she lost her train of thought. "Ooohh, darn it. Now you
made me forget."

Karen didn't care, and barely kept herself from sticking her tongue out. Lisa was being
bossy, like she knew everything. Karen could already do magic. She smiled at the
memory of her power and actually found herself considering reaching over to "spark"
little Lisa younger like before - yeah, give her a taste of her own medicine, then she
wouldn't act so smart.

Smart. Wait a minute, she wanted smart. She was actually lifting her hand when she
realized what she doing, and how her mind had slipped so far and so easily. Her childish
state seemed by far the more normal, and she was losing the struggle to maintain any
other. She tried to keep Bob's plight as her focus and goal. She had to let go of her anger
at Lisa and open herself to trust again.

"Lisa, please. I want to learn magic, but not right now. I just want the medallion to work
so we can make Bob better. Can we try it now?" Karen pleaded.

Her friend sighed and nodded, then pulled out the medallion, laying it on the table
between them. She put one hand on top of it and held the other out to Karen.

Now that she was actually confronted with it, Karen became nervous. The little girl in
her rushed forward.

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"Dunno. Ready?" Lisa's hand wavered slightly.

Karen took a deep breath. "OK." She reached out both hands, first one covering Lisa's
and the medallion, then the second tentatively extended to clasp the open hand.

Just as the first time, they were jolted by a powerful shock, this time originating in the
hands away from the medallion. Each grimaced and flinched, but Lisa had rotated her
hand above Karen's, locking them in a tight grip to prevent accidental separation. The
shock dissipated into a tingling that spread up their arms. Lisa began to murmur in a low
voice, too softly for Karen to hear, her eyes closed in study. The tingling spread into their
bodies and intensified, making it hard to resist breaking contact.

Karen gritted her teeth and held on grimly, trying to keep her mind centered on Bob and
fixing the medallion, hoping she was "aligned" properly with Lisa. As she watched her
friend concentrate, she noticed something very odd. The air around Lisa's body seemed
to thicken, almost becoming palpable, and even shimmered as it seemed to shift around
her. She looked down and could see the same aura around herself, although it was best
seen with peripheral vision, seeming to thin and disappear when looked at directly. She
even imagined she could see a slow drift of the liquid air towards the medallion.

Looking back, she was surprised to find herself looking up into her friend's face - Lisa
was getting taller, and fast. Glancing lower, she wasn't surprised to find Lisa's
nonexistent breasts returning, at a rate fast enough to actually see them swell beneath her
shirt. No fair, she thought, Lisa's getting older, and I'm....

She was about to say "the same," but the quick glance at her own body told her that
wasn't true. Her body swam in her clothes, and she could see her shrinking hands
disappearing under Lisa's larger ones. She panicked, and frenzied thoughts raced:
something was going wrong, Lisa couldn't control it! Or worse, she could, and maybe the
whole thing was a another trick to steal her age, so Lisa could return to being an adult,
while she... she.... she was afraid to think what would happen to her.

Her mind screamed in refusal to submit, and the intense fear triggered an immediate
response. Lisa's eyes flew open as she sensed a disturbance in the magical field, then
widened further as she looked down in surprise at a terror-stricken three year old Karen.
Almost immediately, however, it was Karen who began to grow, the shimmery, flowing
aura around her reversing its course. Soon, they looked directly into each other's eyes
again, but only briefly. Lisa didn't notice her own breasts shrink to nothing again, but
watched as the beginnings of adolescence again graced Karen's form, and soon she
looked up into the more defined face and rapidly developing figure of a teenage beauty.

"Wow," she thought, strangely detached. "This is really cool." She especially loved
watching Karen's breasts swell to familiar size. Her shirt, so recently large on her too
small frame, now stretched tightly across the enlarging globes, allowing stiff nipples to
show enticingly through, and it rode higher and higher on her chest, leaving more and
more of her stomach exposed. In fact, from Lisa's low vantage point, she could look up
beneath the overstretched shirt bottom and actually see the underside of Karen's rapidly
inflating breasts. Karen gasped as her full size hips and thighs burst the seams of her
shorts and began to tear the waist. In fact, Lisa was so entranced watching Karen mature,
her sexy body decimating her child's clothing and leaving less and less to the imagination,
that she didn't realize her own danger until her shirt sleeves passed her elbows.

"Karen!" the five year old gasped in surprise. "What are you doing?"

Unfortunately, the still maturing young woman didn't know. She had watched with relief
as her own size and curves returned as they fled Lisa, and was distracted as she
experienced mild discomfort while her enlarging body destroyed her clothes, but now, as
her thoughts cleared and her attention refocused, she stared in dismay as the child across
from her continued to shrink.

"Karen, stop!" the four year old cried, her T-shirt slipping over a shoulder. Her panties
had lost their hold, but hadn't fallen off yet thanks to her kneeling position. She
recognized panic in Karen's eyes and knew her friend didn't know how to control what
she had started. Fighting her own growing terror, the now three year old tried very hard
to concentrate again, the expression of intense thought looking out of place on her toddler
features.

She stopped at two, her shirt over both shoulders, sleeves almost to chubby wrists, and
hands barely covering half of the adult woman's hands she held. She felt her underwear
slide off as she readjusted her small body to maintain position. She ignored it, her
expression of concentration never wavering, and now the tide turned again, the tiny girl
slowly recovering to a kindergarten tot, but there she stopped as the auras around them
shimmered and wavered uncertainly.

"Karen," Lisa opened her eyes and spoke distractedly in a broken, high voice. "Don't
fight me. It's not a....a... trick this time. Me...I'm... not trying to hurt you, but you gotta let
I.... me...con... contorl....do this." The picture of the tiny, half-naked, four year old, lost in
a tent sized shirt, so urgently addressing the frightened adult woman dressed absurdly in
torn and tearing kid's clothes was remarkable in its contrast. "Huwwy. Me...I...my head
feels...funny....hard to...."

Karen recognized her desperation, even as she sensed her friend's mind slipping away.
Only now, her slowly clearing adult mind recognizing that some more age changes should
have been expected during the ritual, did she realize she might have been wrong. Could
she still save them? She tried to relax passively, and let Lisa take control again, then
thought it would be even better if tried to help Lisa instead. She willed herself to imagine
Lisa older.

"Wha....?" the small girl across from her gasped, as she almost literally jumped in height.
5... 7....9....12, she was back where she had started when Karen had first arrived. Her
shirt moved back up her enlarging body, but her panties were hopelessly lost. Breast buds
appeared and a light growth of pubic hair began to show. 14...16...her breasts were
visible through the shirt now, and her hips widened against her heels. For an instant, she
was Karen's height again.

Karen noted that moment, too, then watched as Lisa passed her. Or perhaps more
accurately, she passed Lisa, since Karen's size was the more rapidly changing. She was
afraid to look at her own body, but her shrinking perspective and shifting clothes
confirmed unseen her rapidly proceeding regression. She bit her lip and pressed on

Lisa couldn't believe the strength of Karen's push. She hit her twenties at full speed and
felt no lessening of the magic.

Karen noted with satisfaction that Lisa at last looked like her adult self, even as she felt
her own shirt slide down her shoulders. Her torn shorts slipped without resistance, taking
her stretched panties with them. She didn't care - two year olds don't have much modesty.
Her satisfaction at restoring Lisa blurred as her thoughts became confused and
fragmented, and she blinked uncertainly at the big, grown up lady holding her hands.

Unknown to either of them, Bob had returned to a position outside the door, alarmed
when he had heard a child's voice cry out. He now saw a small toddler with bright red
hair, draped in a comically large shirt, and kneeling in a puddle of outgrown shorts. He
could barely recognize the young girl as Karen, and even as he watched, she shrank, her
hair shortened and her facial features rounded and softened further, leaving a near infant
tottering uncertainly, held up precariously by a very adult and half-naked Lisa.

He paused, debating whether to interfere, and noted that at least Lisa seemed her old
self..... or should he say older? He looked again more closely. Lines were obvious
around her eyes and mouth, even at a distance, and they deepened as he watched , bags
forming under her eyes. Streaks of gray danced and spread through her black hair. Her
skin sagged and wrinkled, and she began to lose tone in her arms and legs, the latter
especially obvious since her lower body was nude. Brownish spots appeared randomly
on her face and exposed skin, and her hair became more uniformly gray. Soon, it
appeared a grandmother was playing some bizarre game with her strangely dressed (or
undressed) granddaughter. Baby Karen gooed incomprehensibly and plopped onto her
tummy, supported only by Lisa's unbroken grip.

He was so amazed watching them that he completely missed his own early changes. First
the gray in his hair vanished, as did the facial lines. His skin firmed, his posture
straightened and physique toned up. His hair filled in on top and in front as he passed
through his twenties and late teens. It wasn't until he felt his pants start to slide that he
woke up to the metamorphosis. He grabbed his waistband to hold up his slacks, but still
found the cuffs puddling on his feet. Too late realizing it was due to his legs shrinking,
he stumbled away from the door, losing his shoes in the process. Desperate to get away,
he let go his baggy trousers and sprinted away clad only in an oversize shirt, slipping
underwear, and floppy socks.

Back in the room, a baby with reddish fuzz for hair gurgled happily at an old woman.
Lisa ruefully examined her wizened hands, the wrinkled, discolored skin of her forearms
and thin yet flabby thighs, thankful there was no mirror handy. Even with the shirt hiding
them, she could sense how her breasts drooped. (Great, she thought. Small AND saggy.)
At least the age changes and shifting magic flux seemed to have subsided. She turned her
attention back to Karen.

"Pretty damn impressive for an amateur," she laughed in a cracked, husky voice. "You
sure you haven't done this before?" The baby gooed again, possibly in pleased response.

"OK, Kari. Let's see if I can undo this now that I feel a little more in control." She closed
her eyes and began to incant again, this time more confidently.

The baby began to fuss after having her hands held for several minutes, then shrieked as
an electric jolt burned one hand. She began to wail inconsolably, even after her hands
were finally released. Kari crumpled to the floor and sobbed, red faced, eyes closed, even
as a pair of hands lifted her from her tent-like shirt naked into the air. Still screaming, her
infant mind incapable of understanding anything but the pain she had felt, she only began
to quiet when a soothing, maternal voice began crooning to her and she was held to a
warm, naked bosom. Dimly, thoughts loosely corresponding to "good," "mother-friend,"
and "safe" began to replace the overwhelming "pain" and "fear" concepts which shrieked
through her limited consciousness. Without realizing it, she began to suckle.

A fully restored Lisa sat for several minutes, marveling at the infant she held, her tiny
friend's round, pink face relaxing into innocent happiness as she sucked on a nipple. She
had never really thought of herself as the mother type, but the satisfaction and pleasure
she felt at being able to comfort the crying babe now made her wonder. She was almost
tempted.....

No. She shook her head - not even for the rest of the day. Not without Karen's
permission, and, as happy as the baby girl looked right now, she was obviously in no
position to make that decision. Almost reluctantly, she fingered the medallion and
invoked its restored power.

Karen began to age rapidly, but kept her eyes closed, sucking happily at her friend's stiff
nipple. Her body and limbs lengthened, bright red hair reappeared, and she lost her
pudgy baby fat. However, it wasn't until Lisa found herself with a 6 year old at her breast
that Karen's eyes opened and went wide with surprise. She started to scramble up, but
Lisa held on to her comfortingly.

"Hush, honey. Everything's fine." She still used a melodious, reassuring voice, a little
reluctant to give up her maternal role.

"Did it work?" the little girl asked, looking in awe at the fully grown up version of Lisa
holding her. Her perspectives had been changed so many times, she no longer knew what
looked right.

"Uh huh. You did great, Kari. Hang on while I bring you back the rest of the way."

Lisa concentrated again, then watched with satisfaction as the small girl grew before her
eyes. They both watched with special pleasure as Karen hit puberty yet again (a well
traveled path for her now), her small pink nipples suddenly standing out prominently,
then slowly rising off her chest as her breasts reformed: mere buds, followed by gentle
swellings, then real breasts jutting proudly in late teenage glory. Lisa felt Karen's weight
increase, and the small, narrow buttocks in her lap ballooned to the rounded, padded
behind of a developing woman. Her nose and chin resumed adult proportions, and her
bright red hair color began to fade to its familiar auburn. Soon, a restored, very adult
Karen sat in her friend's lap, and since they were both naked, it made quite a picture (at
least one I'd like to see).

"We've got to stop meeting like this," Karen joked, but seemed in no hurry to get up.

"Are you kidding," Lisa laughed in reply. "I was just thinking that we have GOT to try
this again."

After one last, longing look at her friend's inviting and very stiff nipples, Karen stood up,
pleased at the extra heft and reassuring jiggle from her own restored breasts. She went to
get dressed, then stopped, holding the ludicrously small and torn clothes up to her
voluptuous adult body.

Lisa whistled. "If you could get them on, it'd make quite an outfit."

"Bob would probably like it." She pranced a bit with the shorts held against her pelvis,
the fabric only half covering her wide hips. "Could give a whole new meaning to the
phrase 'poured into your clothes.'"

As they both laughed, they were interrupted by a small voice at the door. They turned to
find a small boy of about two, tousled brown hair and round face still showing the baby
he almost was, standing in a polo shirt that hung to his feet, the collar draped over one
shoulder. Truthfully, Karen wouldn't have recognized the boy under ordinary
circumstances, but she did the shirt.

"Bob?" she exclaimed in surprise.

The bewildered boy looked almost fearfully at the large women, his thumb unconsciously
moving into his mouth. After a few sucks for reassurance, he removed it again to speak
pleadingly.

"Kawen? Wisa? Me no wanna be widdle." The thumb shot back in, and he gazed
unhappily at the towering female forms. For the first time in many years, Bob gazed at
naked breasts with a strange detachment. Rather than lust, he felt.... well, it was hard to
say what, but he sucked harder on his thumb in response.

The women exchanged glances, then smiles, and finally barely restrained giggles. In
unison, they spoke the same conclusion.

"Awww. Isn't he adorable?"

End part 9

Copyright 1998 by Nomdreserv


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