Martha couldn't quite remember what she was doing in this house but really felt it was time that she and Katie get going. She saw Katie and Jenni playing with their Barbies, and Billi was playing too. The whole scene seemed odd...surreal. Since when was Katie a little girl? She clearly remembered her as a teen....nearly as old as...her? She looked at Kayla and felt the power and influence emanating from her. She thought she should say nothing. The woman was obviously older and...more experienced than she was? That didn't seem right, even though the KNEW that she was ...only 19?
She glanced at the mirror, and thought she saw a 19 year old version of herself. She concentrated very hard...the clothes didn't change, but the person in the mirror did. Boy, did she let her guard down...to be manipulated so easily! What an embarrassment! She concentrated harder. That's more like it...back to herself...but better be careful not to let Kayla know she was back. She sat down on the bed and watched the girls play dolls. She was really in a jam. At least the fact that she was caught the way she was explains how Katie was taken in so easily; she is just a girl, after all. The Dreamkeeper has insinuated himself here, and has a strong ally in Kayla. More than an ally...an extension of himself. This house, an extension of his shop. These rooms are his rooms now. You needn't fall asleep to come under his spell. Martha looked down at her way too small top and tight shorts. So, he thought to play with my head, did he...make me THINK I was 19 again? Far easier than making me 19 years old again in actuality, as he well knows.
She will contact Veronica, but not here and not now. But she feared for Katie, she didn't want to loose her favorite niece. She had to be alone with her in this house, and she couldn't leave with her in this state or who knows what will become of her. She cleared her throat. "Um gosh, Kayla, my throat is sooooo like dry! Can I have some more...coffee....before I go? I gotta get home with the car .....or.....um.... mom might ground me," she said, hoping she wasn't laying it on too thick. It really depended how much of Kayla was left in the woman...she was sure the Dreamkeeper would not be easily fooled at this point.
"Of course, dear, I'll put some more on," Kayla said, turning and leaving the room. Martha looked at little Katie playing with her doll, her clothes baggy on her. She looked like she was all of 8 years old. She may already be beyond my abilities, Martha thought.
"Come here and show me your Barbie, Katie," Martha said. The child came over and sat on the bed next to her. Martha knew she had to be careful and she had to be fast. She didn't want to risk having Kayla interrupt now. "My, she's pretty," Martha said, admiring the doll.
"I know she is, auntie, I wish I had one as pretty as her," Katie said.
"It was fun to play with dolls when you were a 8, wasn't it my dear," Martha said. Katie giggled. "I bet when you grow up you'll be as pretty as Barbie. Wouldn't that be nice? To be grown up?"
"Oh yes, auntie, that would be kewl!" Katie said excitedly. "I can't wait to be more grown up," she said, with a peculiar look on her face.
"All girls want to grow up fast, that's so common. And look at you...my my...you'll be needing your very own real bra soon," Martha said, noticing the small bumps forming on her niece's previously flat chest. She saw Katie put down the doll and look at her. "You are too old to play with dolls, aren't you," she asked.
"Of course I am, Aunt Martha. Like DUH, I mean I'm practically a teenager," Katie said with a laugh. She looked like she was about 11 years old now. Her previously loose shorts were now snug, as was her top. Then she laughed again. "Why are you dressed like that, auntie?"
"Oh, sometimes grown ups like to play dress up, just like children," Martha said. "Just like you are dressing up in little girl clothing now, right? You are too big for those clothes, aren't you?" she asked, seeing Katie grow a little more. She was closer to her former height now, and was really filling out, although she was still only about 13.
As Katie grew from 8 to 13, Jenni's eyes grew wide. She never saw anything so amazing as her friend turning into a young teenager. "Do it to me, do it to me," she said excitedly. Martha heard Kayla walking down the hall from the kitchen. They were out of time.
"We sure will try to do it to you, hon, but right now Katie and I have to go!" Martha said, pulling Katie by the hand. As they reached the front door they heard Kayla behind them.
"What is the meaning of this, Martha? Leaving so soon? You really want to stay for a while longer, don't you? And Katie really wants to play dolls some more, right dear?" Kayla said.
Martha felt like a gigantic hand was pulling her back inside of the house, and Katie was already turning to go back inside. Martha tightened her grip on the girl's hand. "Nice try, missie, but not again. You won't have me again, now that I am better prepared for you," she said, breaking the spell, at least in her, but she had to get Katie out of there. She opened the door and pulled her outside with her.
"Well, you and Katie are always welcome here. Katie, if you want to earn some extra money, maybe you can babysit for the girls sometime if your aunt says its ok," Kayla said with a laugh. Martha and Katie ran to the car.
"Wha....wha....Martha? We can't leave now, we have to save Jennifer," Katie said as they ran. Apparently she had her mind back again. At least that was a start.
"Later, dear, later. Right now we have to save ourselves. Quickly! To the car! And....you better let me drive," she said as she saw the girl heading for the driver's side. They jumped into the car and sped off.
As they drove, more and more of Katie's memory returned. She looked at Martha, who looked truly pathetic as a older woman dressed like a teen hottie. She laughed. "I thought you said I had to be careful! Look at you!" She laughed again.
"This is no laughing matter, young lady. But point taken, I should have taken my own advice. She had me convinced I was 19 years old. She is very powerful...or I should say, he is. The Dreamkeeper is working through her now. It is impossible to tell where she stops and he begins. And you should have been more careful yourself," she said.
"Wha....what do you mean? All I remember was watching Sponge-Bob with Jenni and going to her room..." she trailed off. The she looked down at herself, seeing the tight shorts and tee shirt, meant for a 10 year old girl. Tears formed in her eyes, and she started to cry. "Auntie! He turned me into a little girl!" she exclaimed, sobbing.
"It was worse than it is now, I was able to help you a little of the way back, but you are still a good deal younger than you should be. We couldn't help Jennifer at all, and I don't know how we will. We need more help. I tried calling my sister, Veronica, for the house. Stupid! How could I have been so stupid! That's when I let down my guard, trying to make that call." Martha muttered to herself.
Katie wasn't listening, however, still distraught that she had been regressed. Martha saw her sobbing and pitied her. "It's gonna be alright, dear. Let's get you home, and maybe when we get some better fitting clothing on you you'll feel better. Then we can sit down and make our plans to get you and your friend back to normal.
"O....ok," Katie said between sobs. Martha drove them the rest of the way to Katie's house in silence. Luckily, Katie's mother was at work and no one was home. Katie didn't know how she would possibly explain her appearance to her! Katie opened the door, and she and Martha went up to her room. Katie looked in her drawers in vain for something that came close to fitting her, but knew she wouldn't find anything. She looked around her room and it almost felt foreign to her. Every thing seemed a little bit bigger. She felt like she was in her big sister's room without her permission, and was even a little scared that she would get caught. She sat on her bed and cried.
Martha sat down next to her and put her arm around her. "There, there sweetie. We'll fix it, I promise," she said, wiping the tears from Katie's eyes. She looks so young, Martha thought. Even the brief exchange she had with Kayla on their departure affected her. Kayla was very strong now, indeed. "Why don't we get you out of those things," Martha said. Katie needed a little help getting her shirt off because it was tight, meant for an even younger girl. Katie slipped of her shorts.
Katie walked over to the mirror and couldn't believe her eyes. The girl in the mirror shaking her head, wearing cotton panties and a cami was 11 or 12 years old. "This can't be me," she thought. She took off her cami and saw the beginnings of 2 small breasts, just barely pubescent. She slowly took off her panties, and saw that her once proud bush had been reduced to a fine wispy tuft. "I don't wanna be a little girl," she wailed.
"You're not, honey, you're almost 12, aren't you?" Martha said, trying to calm her.
"Y....yes. I'm in sixth grade again," Katie cried.
"And that means you're not a little girl, but almost a woman right? Now why don't you take a shower and I'll try to find some clothes for you that fit," Martha said. Katie sulked off to the shower, and Martha looked through Katie's dresser drawers and the back of her closet.
Katie stepped over the edge of the tub and into the shower, thinking that it felt too high. She turned on the water and let in roll over her young body. She stood there in the running water for a while, then washed her hair. She took some soap and started washing her privates. It felt a little different...wasn't really that much different, though...was it? She cautiously worked her finger inside and gasped. Yes, it was certainly tighter...and more sensitive than it had been. She worked her finger in and out, feeling around her newly reformed hymen. "I'm a virgin again," she whispered to herself. She caressed her small but very sensitive breasts, shuddering with pleasure. She tried but couldn't quite climax...maybe because she was just too young now. She doubted whether she was old enough to even get her period yet, remembering that she was a little older than her friends when she started getting those. She sighed, turned off the water and dried off. She put on her robe which of course was now much too large and looked in the mirror ready to make up, but decided the newly freckled face didn't need it. She went back to her room where Martha had her clothes laid out for her.
"I was able to find some stuff that I think will fit you now," Martha said, "but I apologize for the style. I didn't have much to choose from.
"That's ok...it's better than nothing I guess," Katie said. She recognized her old underwear, a white cotton bikini panty with pink trim and a little pink bow in the waistband, and a matching cotton training vest. She put both on, looked at the mirror and frowned. The snug vest flattened her already small breasts out even more, making her look even less mature. The only other clothes was her elementary school uniform, that she had forgotten she still had, apparently stuffed in the back of her closet. A one piece blue plaid jumper and a white blouse. The dress was short enough to reveal her panties if she wasn't careful. She put it on, not knowing what else to do. Martha also found some white anklet socks and school shoes. She combed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.
"There. You look much better now. Now lets get back to my house, I have to look a little more....myself!" Martha said, and Katie giggled, seeing that her aunt was still dressed like a teen tramp.
"I think you look good like that," Katie laughed, and Martha laughed too.
"That's what I want to hear, laughter," Martha said. "Now, no more crying! We will fix this, Katie, I promise you that. We will call my sister and properly prepare for battle. And we will win," Martha said. Now everthing changes, she thought. All a person can be sure of is that there is NO END in sight. PLEASE be merciful, she prayed.
"You really think we will," Katie said, hopefully.
Martha looked at her little niece. "We have to," she sighed.
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Peter had some time to kill and figured he would drop in on Jennifer. Sure, she said that they were going to cool it, see other people, blah blah blah. How long did that last? Soon as he took any interest in her sister Billi all of the sudden...BOOM! Jennifer wanted him again! Or at least he thought she did. And MAN! She looked like better than she ever did! EVER! He didn't know what the heck was going on. Maybe she always looked that good and he just didn't notice until he compared her with her sister who was also a real hottie. Wonder why he never heard of her before? He didn't know, and he didn't care. But when he got up that morning he was hornier than he ever was in his whole 17 year old life and no amount of self gratification would satisfy him.
He thought of calling Jennifer but thought the element of surprise would work in his favor, so he jumped into his 10 year old but still fast and hardly rusty Mustang, blasted some hip-hop and tooled on over to Jennifer and Billi's house. If Jennifer was in her 'off again' mood, he figured he would hit on her sister...no biggie. He pulled the car into the driveway and jumped out. As he walked up to the front door he slowed, remembering that Jennifer's mother at times didn't seem very...fond...of him. Oh well, maybe she isn't even home. And if she is, he'll just pour on the charm. He can be pretty charming when he tries to be, he thought proudly.
Peter rang the bell and was surprised when the door was opened by a beautiful young woman, maybe 25 years old. Who the hell was she? Did he have the wrong house? "Um...hello, is...uh...Jennifer here," he stammered. The woman was gorgeous! She had long brown hair, and a great body with big, luscious breasts. She was wearing a baby tee and shorts.
"Well, hello Peter. My my, isn't this a pleasant surprise," she said, letting him in. "Jennifer's in her room. Was she expecting you?" she asked with a smile.
"Uh...no, this is sort of a...er...surprise visit. Do I know you?" he asked, surprised that he was so tongue tied around the woman.
"I don't believe we've met. My name is Kayla. Jennifer just loves surprises; I bet she'll be delighted to see you," she said, leading him to the family room. They both sat on the sofa.
"That's funny, you have the same name as Jennifer's little sister," Peter said nervously.
"It is funny, isn't it?" Kayla laughed. When she was 11 she had such a crush on Peter, and she was sure that he barely noticed her. And why should he? She was just a little girl, and he had eyes for Jennifer. Looks like he has eyes for her now, Kayla thought. But how young he looks! From her current perspective, he was just a boy. But could she ever have fun with him! Would serve him right for ignoring me before, she thought. "Jennifer told me that her boyfriend was handsome, she just didn't tell me HOW handsome! She's a lucky girl," Kayla said with a smile.
Peter was dumbstruck. Was this woman hitting on him? He never made it with an older woman, and this woman was beautiful! He felt himself get hard and shifted in his seat. "Why thank you," he said, blushing.
"I bet you really know how to please a woman, don't you Peter," Kayla said throatily.
Peter gulped. "I uh....guess so. I never got any complaints," he said.
Kayla inched closer to Peter. She saw him looking at her breasts and smiled. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
Peter forgot about Jennifer, and kissed the older woman. She tasted so good. His hand crept up to her breast and caressed it. Kayla kissed him again. "My my, aren't you bold? Don't you think I'm too old for you, honey?" she asked coyly.
"Uh....not...not really," Peter managed to get out.
"I bet you want to see my tits, don't you sweetie," she said, taking off her top and revealing her full breasts. She was wearing a silky bra that used to be her mother's. "Sure you can handle it?" she whispered.
Peter wasn't sure he could. He was beginning to feel a little shy, but said "s...sure I can."
This was going to be too easy, thought Kayla. "Why don't you help me out of this," she said, playing with her bra strap.
"Ok," Peter said. He started fumbling with the snap. He never saw one like this. Now, usually, Peter was good at getting a girl's clothes off, but for some reason he was having trouble undressing Kayla. Maybe because she was older, and he was a little overwhelmed by her. Trying to make it with this sexy, older woman was starting to make him feel like a little kid instead of a confident teen.
As he tried to work the snap, Kayla noticed that Peter was starting to change. He didn't look quite 17 anymore, or even 16. She giggled. "Having trouble little boy," she asked playfully.
Peter didn't notice that his clothes were starting to grow big on him. "No! I can do it," he pleaded. But Kayla reached around with one hand and freed herself from her lacy prison. She put her hand behind Peter's head and guided his lips to her waiting nipple, which he kissed, and then began to suckle.
"That's a good baby," she cooed, as her milk began to flow. Peter greedily drank, and began to shrink even more. He's about 12 years old now, Kayla thought. "What a good little boy," she said.
When he had reached 10 years old Peter realized something was wrong. His clothes were way too big on him, and Kayla seemed much, much bigger. He stopped suckling and Kayla pulled back. "I think you've had enough for now, baby," she said, standing up. Peter stood up and saw that Kayla was now a full head taller than he was. His pants fell to the floor, and Kayla laughed. "Oh you poor dear, look at you!
"What did you do to me?" Peter gasped. "I'm little!"
"Why, you're 10 years old, aren't you Petey?" she said, laughing.
"The hell I am! I'm 17!" he cried.
"Now, I beg to differ," she said pulling him over to a nearby mirror. Peter looked into the mirror and shuddered.
"I'm....I'm 10 years old!" he exclaimed.
"Tell me again," Kayla coaxed.
"I'm 10 years old," Peter said.
Kayla smiled. "Peter, why did you wear your big brother's clothes today? How could your mommy let you go out like that?"
"I dunno, I sorta....forget. I...do you have any clothes, ma?am," he said shyly. "That I can borrow, I mean....till I get home."
"I might be able to find you something, Petey, but you know I only have girls. I don't have any boy's clothing. Maybe I can find you something that isn't too girly, would that be ok? Then you can go upstairs and play with Jenni. I'm sure she would be thrilled to see you," Kayla laughed.
"But I don't wanna wear girl clothes! Yuck!" Peter almost shouted.
"Its either that, or be naked. I don't know if I want Jenni playing with a naked boy. She's just a little girl," Kayla said sternly.
That deflated Peter. "Uh...ok...I guess it would be ok...long as it isn't a dress or something," he said. Kayla got up and went to her old room, where the girls were still playing dolls. She got a pair of panties, a pink tee shirt and light blue shorts and brought them back downstairs. She gave them to Peter, and he looked at the clothes critically. They were ok, except that the shirt said 'sugar 'n spice' on it in the middle of a pink heart. He reluctantly put took off his oversized clothing, embarrassed to be naked in front of the woman...but...but it almost felt like he was trying on new clothes in dressing room of GAP kids with his mom, so he guessed it was ok.
After he was dressed, Kayla looked at him and laughed to herself. "Not the teen-aged stud now, are you Peter?" she thought, looking at the shy little boy in what appeared to be his sister's clothes. She took his hand and led him to her old room. "Look who came over to play, girls," she said. Jenni and Billi squealed in delight.