At first, Jenny thought that Carl was just old-fashioned. They’d been going out a month, but he still hadn’t tried to get her into bed. He was very affectionate and they’d kiss often, but every time he seemed to be getting aroused, he’d immediately say goodnight and run home before Jenny even had a chance to ask him to stay. Jenny knew she was attractive, so what was Carl’s problem? Was he afraid he wouldn’t be able to perform sexually? Was he gay? Was he married?
Finally, just before their seventh date, Jenny decided that this time she wouldn’t let Carl get away. She was going to do whatever she had to do to seduce him, or to at least find out why he was so reluctant to get intimate with her.
After dinner that night they came back to Jenny’s place, where she joined Carl on the couch. She was wearing her most enticing perfume and a dress that showed off her ample curves, and she sat very close to Carl so he had little option but to look down at her cleavage. Carl’s eyes went wide, and Jenny could hear his breathing becoming more strained.
“So,” Jenny purred. “I wanted to thank you for a lovely evening.”
“No need to thank me! It was nice for me, too!”
Carl began to stand up, but Jenny just moved closer so Carl couldn’t get up without having to push her rudely away. Glancing down, she could see a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. Her little plan was having the desired effect.
“But I REALLY want to thank you,” Jenny said. “You’ve been so sweet tonight. I have a special treat I want to give you, for being such a good boy.”
Jenny noticed some sweat on Carl’s forehead. His eyes darted to the door, and he tried to rise again. Jenny moved still closer, so that her breasts were mashed against his chest and their faces were inches apart.
“Jenny, please. I’m sorry, but I really have to go.”
Carl was so panicky that his voice was cracking a little. Somehow he even looked a little younger, as though his nervousness was bringing out the shy kid in him. Jenny thought it was adorable, and she pushed forward.
“Ah, don’t be shy, honey. Mama won’t bite.”
She leaned forward and slipped her tongue between Carl’s lips. For a moment he gave in, parted his lips and let Jenny’s tongue explore his mouth, but then he pulled back and tried to push her away.
“Jenny, no! I’m very sorry, but I have to go!”
Jenny was getting frustrated, but she just gave him a sexy pout.
“Why? Come on, we both want to do it. Why shouldn’t we?”
Carl jumped up and started for the door.
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t. I’ll understand if you’re angry, but it’s just too complicated for me to explain right now. I HAVE to go!”
He got to the door but when he turned the knob it wouldn’t open. He turned back to Jenny with terror in his eyes.
“Sorry, sport,” she said, rolling over seductively on the couch. “Door’s locked from inside. Either you stay here and screw me, or you at least tell me why you won’t.”
Carl gave the doorknob a few desperate turns, and as he did Jenny noticed that his sleeves were looking a little baggy. Actually, his clothes seemed a bit large all over. Carl was about 30, but as Jenny looked at him she suddenly thought he looked a lot younger than that, he could have passed for a 20-year-old. It was strange that she’d never noticed before how young he looked.
“There’s no escape,” Jenny giggled, patting the seat beside her. “So get over here and give mama some sugar.”
Jenny stretched herself out on the couch, lazily running a hand along her breast while she looked up at Carl with smoldering eyes. Still standing at the door, Carl ran his eyes quickly down the length of Jenny’s body. He let out a small whimper. Jenny could see he was swooning with lust, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he gave in to her advances.
Carl came over and sat on the edge of the couch, as far away from Jenny as he could manage. He tried not to look at her as he spoke.
“Please, Jenny. I just can’t stay. I have to leave right away!”
“Why? Are you married or something?”
“No, it isn’t that. It’s much more complicated. Please, I have to leave!”
“Don’t you think I’m attractive?”
“I think you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met. That’s the problem. I never should have tempted myself like this!”
Jenny sat up, unable to mask a little irritation in her voice.
“What’s the problem, honey? You told me you were an agnostic, but you act like you’re studying for the priesthood or something.”
“Maybe I SHOULD join the priesthood! Maybe that’s the only way I’ll ever be free of this.”
Carl looked away miserably. He really DID look like a teenager, so much so that it was starting to worry Jenny a little bit. How old was Carl, anyway? Was he some kid who’d been passing himself off as a grownup all this time? No, that didn’t make sense; she’d seen him up close for weeks now, and he’d always looked like an adult.
“Carl,” she said, “don’t take this the wrong way, but… well, you’re starting to look kind of strange.”
Carl quickly turned away from her, as though he didn’t want to be seen.
”Please, Jenny! I have to go! I have to go right now!”
Jenny looked at him more closely and realized that somehow Carl now looked even younger than he had a moment before. He was now no older than 15 or so.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Carl’s what’s happening to you? You’re just a kid!”
Carl turned back to face her, an outraged expression on his boyish face. His voice was so high it almost sounded like a girl’s.
“I told you, you should have let me leave! I didn’t want you to see me like this!”
Fascinated, Jenny reached out to touch his face, but Carl brushed her away. Despite the bizarreness of the situation, Jenny had to fight to keep herself from giggling. Carl looked so cute!
“What’s happening to you, honey? Has this happened before?”
Carl slumped down on the couch.
“It happens every time I get aroused. My ex-wife put a curse on me. I cheated on her when we were married, and she told me I couldn’t control myself with women because I was just an overgrown kid. After we got divorced she put the curse on me and then disappeared. I haven’t seen that bitch in over a year.”
Jenny moved over to sit closer to Carl and get a better look at him. As she did Carl involuntarily glanced at her cleavage, then quickly averted his eyes, moaning. Another year seemed to slip away from him in a matter of seconds. His clothes were now so oversized that if he stood up they’d probably just slip off.
“How young do you get? Do you actually become a baby?”
“I don’t know,” Carl said. “I’ve never let it go that far. One time I got down to about seven years old before I took a very cold shower and stopped it just in time. That was pretty scary. When I get that little it’s hard for me to think straight.”
“How long does it last before you become an adult again?”
“I can never predict it. I think it depends on how horny I was when I changed. If I was just kind of horny it can be a few hours. If I was REALLY horny, it can be a whole day. The time when I became seven I was stuck that way for half a week. I had to call in sick at work, and it really sucked. I couldn’t even leave my apartment, because I didn’t want anybody to see me like that.”
“Wow. It must really complicate your love life.”
“I’ll say it does. I haven’t been able to be with a woman since my divorce. I’d give anything just to be normal again.”
Jenny looked down and realized that Carl’s feet were now hanging off the couch without quite touching the floor, and she had to cover her mouth with her hand to hold back a giggle. Carl really was the cutest little thing she’d ever seen. His backwards aging seemed to have stopped around 10 or 11 years old, and she couldn’t but feel a little disappointed. She’d hoped to see him get much smaller. Suddenly, a wicked notion occurred to her. She stood up and struck a seductive pose, one hip cocked and her feet planted far apart on the floor so Carl could almost see up her short skirt.
“Well,” she said, “ I don’t know. I mean, what’s so great about being normal? If this is the way you are, why not have fun with it?”
Carl shrank back on the couch, alarmed.
“Jenny? What do you mean?”
“What I mean is that I came here tonight to get some snuggles and kisses and sweet loving from my boy, and I aim to get some!”
“WHAT? No, Jenny! You don’t understand!”
Jenny began to sway her hips, working her way into a sexy little dance. Carl looked up at her like she was insane.
“I understand perfectly,” Jenny said. “And you know what I think? I think you WANT to be a baby.”
“WHAT?!”
“Come on, it’s obvious. Just look at yourself. You’re getting younger right now. If this whole thing didn’t turn you on, you wouldn’t still be getting littler, would you?”
Jenny reached down and in one smooth movement hiked her dress over her head. She tossed the dress to the floor, revealing herself in her bra and panties. She had a great figure, and she knew it. Carl writhed on the couch as he instantly lost a year or two.
“No! Jenny! Please, that’s not the way it is at all! I don’t want to be a kid!”
Jenny began to toy with the straps of her bra, snapping one playfully against her shoulder.
“Right. Like you don’t wanna snuggle up in mommy’s lap and suck on her big, full, ripe boobies all night long.”
Jenny undid the clasp of her bra, so that her ample bosom spilled out directly over Carl’s head. Carl lost another few years, and now looked to be about five at most. When he spoke, his voice was that of a frightened little boy.
“Please, Jenny! I’m getting too little!”
“You love it. The smaller you get, the better you like it. You won’t be happy until you’re just a tiny baby sucking on mommy’s tits.”
Jenny leaned forward so that her breasts were dangling above Carl. She gave them a little shimmy, and Carl reached up for them helplessly, as if he couldn’t control himself. As he did, another year or two slipped away from him. He was now a toddler completely at sea in his oversized adult clothing, and Jenny reached down and picked him up easily. His nude body felt so tiny and warm. She snuggled him close against her breasts, and he looked at them longingly, obviously struggling to resist grasping for them with his increasingly tiny fingers.
“Pwease,” he squeaked. “Put me down! Don’t wanna be widdle! I’m a gwon-up adult!”
“That’s right,” Jenny cooed, toying with his lips with her finger. “You’re mama’s little man, aren’t you?”
Her finger felt the teeth in Carl’s mouth, but a moment later the teeth were gone. The hair was vanishing from Carl’s scalp as his cheeks became chubbier. Jenny could feel him becoming lighter in her arms, and she burst into laughter at the expression of mingled outrage and terror on Carl’s adorable little face.
“Oh my God! You really ARE a baby!”
Jenny carried Carl over to the mirror. Looking at themselves, they saw a topless, smug-looking young woman with a frightened, naked baby boy in her arms.
“People would see us and never know you’d been a grown-up,” Jenny said. “They’d just think I was your mommy and you were my little boy. In fact, maybe we should go to the store and get you some diapers, so I can carry you around and show off what a little cutie you are.”
Carl looked up at her desperately and tried to speak, but when no words would come he just burst into tears, his mouth opened wide and his eyes scrunched tight. It was music to Jenny’s ears.
“Aww, poor baby. Mommy knows just what her little man needs.”
Before Carl knew what hit him, Jenny popped her nipple into his mouth. For an instant Carl tried to spit it out, but then his infantile instincts took over and he began sucking greedily. Jenny felt a tingle of sleepy pleasure pass through her entire body. She walked over and sat back on the couch, savoring the feel of Carl’s soft little body in her arms and the wet tug of his infant mouth on her breast. It was hard to say which she enjoyed more: turning Carl into a baby, or cuddling with him once he’d become one.
She cradled him close and knew that even if he’d be upset once he grew back to his normal size, Carl wouldn’t be able to deny just how much he’d enjoyed being her baby. She could feel his contentment as his tongue circled her nipple and he squeezed at her breast with his pudgy little fingers. Her only regret was that she didn’t have any milk for him, but she remembered hearing somewhere that you didn’t have to get pregnant to nurse a baby so long as you were patient and spent a few weeks letting the baby suckle until you started producing milk. A few weeks of this sounded just fine to her.
“Your ex-wife was right,” Jenny said, smiling down at Carl. He glared sleepily up at her, but his mouth kept working at her nipple “You WERE an overgrown little boy. But now mommy’s fixed that, hasn’t she? Now you’re just the right size.”