The Chronos Continuum - part 1 by Nomdreserv

submitted by admin - Apr 6, 2002

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It arrived for me by mail, an unexpected and mysterious package with no return address. I was commuting to college and found it on the table when I came in. My younger sister, Susan, already home and changed from high school, saw me pick it up.

"What's that - another geek toy for your computer?" she chided while grabbing her People magazine from the mail pile.

She wore one of her attention-getting "casual" outfits: tight, form-fitting jeans, stretched and slightly too small knit top, and pastel sneakers. Although only a junior, she had a figure that could catch even a brother's eye, and looked older than some of my college classmates.

Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed the phone and started to call a friend.

I opened the box without further comment and found a sleek, black and silver electronic device with buttons like a remote control, and a folded piece of paper. Briefly examining the device, I found several buttons and switches, including a larger rocker switch with large up and down arrows on either end. I checked a few of the labeled buttons: Men Adj, Clo Adj, Aware On/Off, Revert One and Revert All. I puzzled briefly over these, then opened the paper.

Greetings to a kindred spirit,

We of the Chronos Continuum are always looking for fellow age change enthusiasts. We believe you are already one of our group in spirit and hereby offer you a trial membership, including your own control device with a 3 day charge. Most of the controls are self explanatory or easy to figure out with. Feel free to experiment and fully enjoy the rush of age manipulation. Remember, however, that discretion can save many awkward explanations. If we are correct, you will be eager to join our fellowship as a regular member. We will contact you. yours, The Chronos Continuum

I read it twice, but still couldn't comprehend it. My first thoughts were fear and guilt. Maybe someone had seen me checking out my favorite internet sites and discovered my obsession - regression and age/shape change fantasies. Now they could tell my friends or torture me with pranks or threats of discovery. However, I couldn't suppress a thrill of excitement. If only it were possible and such a device existed.

I examined the control again. It fit neatly into my hand and could be easily concealed. My fingers lightly traced the control as I considered what to do next.

My sister's laugh at her friend's telephone comment returned my attention. She was in the kitchen, phone against her ear, standing next to a cupboard and idly flipping through her magazine while talking. Her attention doubly occupied, there was no sign she had payed any attention to me or my reaction to the package. Although I still assumed I was the victim of a joke, I decided there could be no harm in toying with an apparent high tech remote control. I put my finger on the large switch and tested it. It had variable resistance - easy to press at first, with increased resistance to a harder press. I pressed it in the down direction and aimed it at Susan.

For several seconds, there was no apparent effect. Then, my heart jumped as I noticed her head was no longer even with the cupboard - she was clearly just a little shorter. I pressed the switch a bit harder and watched, my throat dry. Almost imperceptibly, she continued to shrink. I noticed that her jeans' cuffs had crept over her shoes and were scraping the floor. Her shirt was no longer tight, and the bulge from her breasts had decreased. Her behind was also less prominent, the jeans no longer accentuating her derriere the same way. By the time I let up after a few more seconds, she looked like she had as a freshman - small breasts and narrow hips, no longer a college look-a-like. Her voice had risen slightly in pitch, and she cleared her throat a few times.

Unable to resist, I decided to push the button again. Again, she shortened slowly, but this time her breasts and ass shrank faster, quickly reducing her womanly curves to mere suggestions. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something was wrong. She noticed her loose jeans, with the cuffs now puddling on the floor, and yelled.

"What the fu..."

Panicky, I looked over the controls to undo my work. Instead, my thumb hit the button marked Aware On/Off. In moments, her agitation faded, and she resumed her conversation.

"Oh, nothing. I thought I had put on my new jeans, but I must have grabbed the wrong pair - these are bag central."

With relief, I noted that the button had moved to the off position. Apparently, you could control whether or not your subject noticed the age effects.

I eased the switch down again. Her remaining curves disappeared, leaving the angular frame of a near adolescent. Her shirt and pants hung on her.

She hung up the phone and turned towards me. I quickly hid the control in my pocket.

"Hey, geekazoid. I'm gonna drve down to the mall. Tell Mom."

She had walked towards me a little, not realizing the comic effect of her oversize jeans nearly slipping off her hips,and her now baggy shirt hung over her left shoulder, revealing a loose bra strap also sliding dangerously close to the edge. She turned and hiked up her pants.

I knew she couldn't drive looking like a nine year old, and regretfully planned to reverse the change. After she turned, I pulled out the control and aimed at her. But one of the other controls caught my eye: Men Adj. Well, it might affect only men, but if an abbreviation, might it mean...mental adjustment? The letter said to experiment. I pressed the button.

She stopped uncertainly, then looked back with a confused expression.

"I...I mean...would you drive me to the mall?"

"Sure," I replied. "Hang on a few seconds."

When she looked away, I pressed the switch hard down and was rewarded with a rapid further regression. The harder the switch was pressed, the faster the changes. She dwindled before my eyes, until her jeans slid down her legs, her shirt covering her upper thighs. I pressed the mental adjust button.

"Can I watch cartoons while we wait?" the six year old asked happily, unconcerned over her state of dress and idly kicking off her oversize shoes and pants.

"Sure."

"Um...I don't know how to turn on the set."

"Awesome," I thought, as I turned on a kids' show. This was too incredible for words. After savoring the experience a while longer, I decided it was time to expand my horizons. I knew I couldn't leave Susan at home like this, so I decided to try the Revert button. I hit Revert One, and blinking lights appeared above the Men, Clo Adj and Aware buttons, as well as the regression switch. I hit the age switch.

Almost instantly, Susan reverted to her original size. Her legs were completely bare and her powder blue panties exposed by her high-riding shirt. However, she continued to sit happily watching the cartoon show with no hint of modesty.

"Time to go, Susan. But you'd better finish getting dressed."

"'kay," she agreed reluctantly. She struggled with her jeans.



"Won't fit," she pouted.

"Oh, they're just tight," I reassured her. "You like them that way, remember? Let me help."

Together, we pulled up the again form-fitting pants. She jumped a little as she tugged.

Laughing, she jumped some more. "Look," she laughed. "My boobies bounce."

"They sure do," I agreed. "Now finish dressing."

She held out her shoes. "I can't tie - these are big girl shoes."

"Oh, yeah." I laughed silently. Too bad I couldn't video this to show her friends.

We finished dressing her and went out to the car. Susan got in the passenger seat and bounced some more. "I get to sit up fronnnnt!" I had to help her buckle her seat belt. Before starting, I aimed the control once more and hit revert and mental adjust.

"What the..." she startled. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Driving you, like you asked."

"Are you nuts? Why would I..." She again trailed off in confusion. "Never mind! I'm driving myself."

She slammed around to the driver's side and roared off, a look of uncertainty still evident.

I could only manage one triumphant word.

"YES!!"



I had decided to take a walk through the park to consider this new world before me. Of course, additional experimentation was foremost in my mind, and I thought this time just before dinner would find it relatively uncrowded. Indeed, several opportunities shortly presented themselves.

A young woman was jogging alone on the exercise track and caught my eye. I wandered near to the edge and watched her, making sure no one else was too near. She was fit, attractive, with dark hair and still smooth skin, probably in her thirties, and dressed in an exercise bra top and loose running shorts. She had the grim expression of a yuppie determined to stave off the effects of time.

"Not likely with my new toy, " I thought. After all, I hadn't tried using the forward switch yet. As she passed me, I surreptitiously aimed my device and pressed, keeping it trained on her as she circled the track. By the time she approached again, the effects were obvious. Her grim face was newly marked with lines: crows' feet and forehead wrinkles; her hair was streaked with gray, and her cheeks sagged slightly. Her breasts might actually have enlarged slightly, but now sagged noticeably, even with the sports bra. Her thighs were thinner too.

I kept the control on her as she made another lap, and by the time she returned, she had the look of an active grandmother. Hair entirely gray and thinner, wrinkled leathery face, drooping breasts, and thin legs with loose skin. She also seemed quite tired from her exercise, and was now plodding rather than running. In fact, she staggered to a stop near me and bent over to rub her knees.

"Damn knees," she muttered. "They're hurting like crazy." I noticed that both her wrinkled knees and hands had knobby joints suggesting arthritis. The skin was blotchy and loose. But she still hadn't noticed anything as being wrong with her condition - the awareness control still masked her remarkable metamorphosis from her conscious mind. She started to hobble off the track, not quite straightening up.

Rather than completely undo the damage, I pressed the down switch haed for several seconds. She regressed from a grandmother to a matron, some black returning to her hair, face smoothing slightly, and the arthritic swellings reversed.

"That's better, " she commented, standing straight again. "Maybe I can manage another lap."

In an ironic twist, she started to run the track in the reverse direction. "How appropriate," I thought, hitting the regression switch again. By the end of her lap, she appeared to be back at her original age, and apparently feeling better, started around again. I kept the control on. A teenager finished the lap. Her face was now young and fresh, pink and smooth. Her breasts were smaller, but high and firm. Her skin gleamed and her legs were filled out and beautiful.



Clearly, she felt great, and no doubt ascribing it to her continued running, started around again. But now a gradeschool kid returned on the back stretch. Her jogging bra barely bumped out from her chest and looked ready to slip askew. Her legs were long but thin, and as she neared me, she lost a shoe.

"Damn things are too loose - I might as well call it quits." She slipped her oversized shoe back on and began to walk to the parking lot. A few more people were present there, and she drew some strange stares at her incongruous clothes.



I followed to her car and watched her get in. She gasped in surprise as her feet clearly didn't reach the floor, and the steering wheel seemed large and high. Awkwardly, she began adjusting the seat far forward in a vain attempt to reach the pedals.

"Oh well," I sighed. "Better move on."

I hit the Revert All button and was rewarded with a quick morph to adult size. As a bonus, her bra top had apparently worked too far inferiorly while loose, and her renewed breasts popped out above it.



With a shriek, and a crimson flush when she saw me watching her, she readjusted the top and quickly drove off.



I continued to stroll about, looking for additional subjects. I wanted to minimize any chance of discovery, and concentrated on people walking or sitting alone.

While passing a mother sitting on a bench reading while her young son played in a sandbox, I overheard him ask her to play with him.

"Sorry, John," she answered without looking up. "I'm too big to play in the sand."

I decided immediately to remedy that. After confirming our relative isolation, I studied my next target. She was wearing a business skirt and matching suit, matching shoes, white blouse, and dark hose - typical power lunch type. I casually activated my control, deciding a quick regression was in order this time.

In less than a minute, her feet left the ground as she shrank, and her loose shoes plopped off. This prompted her to drop her book. A child's face looked out in surprise, framed by the oversized collar of her now voluminous jacket. Her pert nose was surrounded by freckles, and her hair was shorter, lighter, and finer. Her breasts dwindled to nothing, and the sleeves of her jacket slid over her hands.

John noticed his mom's transformation. "Hey, Mommy. Now you're small like me."

With a small gasp, she squirmed forward on the bench and dropped to the ground, her skirt and pantyhose puddling around her ankles. She continued to shrink until she reached her son's height, when I finally released the control.

"Can we play now, Mommy?"

"What...I don't understand....this is crazy....." Despite the awareness control, she clearly realized something was wrong. I figured I'd better adjust her mental state. Immediately, her expression brightened. "OK. I'm Sara. Let's build a giant castle."

Watching them play, I thought I'd give another of the controls a try. I hit Clo Adj and watched her clothes shrink and morph. It was still a form of suit, but now had a short, frilly, little girl skirt and matching top, with white socks and maryjanes. I let them play a while, then hit Revert One followed by the age control. John's mother was now restored, but dressed ridiculously if provocatively. Her skirt didn't even cover her buttocks, and her panties had apparently burst with her expansion, leaving a delightlful exposure of her ass. Her top rode up over her sizable breasts, which swung freely as she leaned over, playing in the sand. Her shoes had popped off, and the socks barely reached her heels.

"Oops, Mommy - you're big again."

"Oh," she paused. "Can we still play?"

"Sure"

I enjoyed the view a while longer. My cock had been more or less at attention since this had started, but now threatened to tear my pants in its urgency. I decided I needed to head back for some release.

A quick revert, and her clothes returned to her previous power outfit. I still had left her with a child's mind, and she happily spilled sand into her lap and expensive shirt as she worked. Finally, I reversed all, and she gasped again.

Wha....how did I get in here?" She stood, frantically swiping off sand.

"Oh, Mommy. This was the most fun in the park ever!" He hugged his grown again mom, and she seemed mollified, apparently deciding she must have decided to humor him and play in the sandbox. She looked again wistfully at it.

"You know, John. What do you say I go change my clothes, and we come back and both play on the swings?"

"Hurray! That will be great!" They walked off happily.

I hurried home, pleased at the last, unexpected outcome. I still needed urgent sexual release, but smiled as I planned some evening fun with my parents and sister.