Part 1
Part 2
Saturday – 1:57 pm.
The door was
wide open when they arrived. They had obviously been quite careless when they
had left last night. Once inside, they saw why: a bottle of wine and four
glasses were over the living room coffee table, among a few used candles.
“Well, that
store clerk guy did say we were already drunk when we got there,” said Tanya
looking around and feeling quite ashamed of herself.
They looked for
Joy, who obviously wasn’t in the house. Monica’s room was in quite a disheveled
state, though, as if someone had raided the wardrobes.
“So we did
transform here,” concluded Felicia. “We needed something to wear and this was
our first option.”
“Yeah, you’re
right. Look!” said David picking a small blouse from the floor. “Wasn’t this
what you were wearing last night, sis?”
“Yeah, that’s
mine!”
She took it and
they realized it had ripped prominently.
“Hey, it’s
ruined!,” pointed Tanya.
“Well, no wonder
it is. I grew H-cups as an 11-years-old!” Felicia exclaimed, holding the blouse in
front of her torso, and it suddenly hit her how much bigger she had become.
The house was
kind of dark, and Tanya tried to turn on the lights, to no avail.
“Oh, right… that
blackout. The power isn’t back yet,” she said.
And suddenly,
Felicia remembered. She gasped so loudly, her companions jumped.
“Oh, fuck! There
was no blackout at all. I just… It- it was me!”
“What do you
mean?”
She led them to the kitchen and opened a fuse box. She clicked it, and the lights
turned on instantly.
“I turned off
the fuse box. I’m so sorry… It was just a prank…”
“Do you mean it
was just a prank?” asked David not that much surprised.
“Well, kind of…
Not really a prank. I just wanted to do something and that’s why I turned off
the lights. I just… don’t remember what.”
She walked back
to the living room and looked at the candles on the coffee table they had used
after the fake blackout. There was something else waiting for her there.
“Hey, my
glasses! I was looking for them, I left them here!”
Felicia picked
them and Tanya frowned.
“Were you
reading something last night? With the lights out?”
“Yeah, I
remember something… I was reading, I think.”
Felicia looked
at the table and the candles again. She was standing in the same point Joy had
been when she had tried on the lights the previous night. She could remember
listening to her as she asked “We’ll do
something fun until energy comes back, then. Any ideas of what can we do?”
And now, it all
came back to her.
She put a hand
over her mouth.
“Oh, no! I’m so
sorry, guys. I believe I did this to
us!”
“What?” Both
David and Tanya were dumbfounded.
“I just… Sit
here, around the table. Can’t you remember?”
Tanya and David
looked quite worried now.
“Remember what?”
“Close your
eyes. Think about the blackout. You should be able to remember. We weren’t
drunk then, don’t you see?”
“You said it’d
be more fun in the dark,” remembered Tanya.
“Exactly. Then
Joy asked for suggestions about what we could do while the power came back,” said
Felicia trying to help her memory.
“Yeah…” recalled
David. “Then you said you had just the thing and asked us to wait in here and
then… Oh, hey, I remember!”
He suddenly
opened his eyes in disbelief.
“What?” asked
Tanya urgently.
“The book!” said
both siblings at the same time, before Felicia added: “Remember that big old
book I found at Grandma’s house? I was reading it on my Mom’s van before we picked
you up.”
And now, Tanya remembered too. It
all came in a flash.
Friday – 7:14 pm.
Suddenly, the TV screen went black. Joy got up and tried to turn on the
ceiling lamp, to no avail.
“Damn, a blackout,” she said lowly. “This isn’t frequent. Shouldn’t
last long, anyway.”
“Besides, I think it’s much more
fun like this, don’t you?” said Felicia.
“Okay,” agreed Joy sitting on the floor in
front of them. “We’ll do something fun until energy comes back, then. Any ideas
of what can we do?”
“Oh, I believe I
have just the thing,” said 11-years-old Felicia maliciously. “It’s quite silly,
but we’ll have fun. Wait for me here.”
She returned
about three minutes later carrying the big leathery book.
“I found this at
my Grandma’s house. A book of spells,” she said mysteriously. Her companions
laughed nervously. “Unfortunately, it’s in some weird language I can’t make
out. Runes or something.”
“But wait, you
were reading it on the car,”
remembered David. The preteen boy didn’t believe in magic, but he shifted on
his seat rather tensely. He hoped Tanya hadn’t noticed, though the young girl
was gullible enough to actually believe in spells.
“No, I wasn’t reading it, you just assumed so.
I clearly told you and Mom that I wasn’t. I was just trying to figure it out,
but no luck.”
“So what, do you
want us to try and decode it, or something?,” asked Joy, sounding a bit bored
as she smoothed her silky night robe.
“I don’t think
we can do it right away, but someone else did. At least with one of the spells,
at any rate.” Felicia produced a sheet transcribed on typewriter. “I found this
paper inside one of the book's pages. Seems to be a translation of this
particular spell over here: “Age-shifting Incantation”, it’s called.”
Still
unconvinced, her audience was nevertheless very attentive.
“Listen, I don’t
believe in magic either,” declared Felicia. “But I’m not one to think all of my
assumptions are right. I need to experiment before dismissing an idea, but
sadly I can’t try out the spell on my own. I need at least one companion, it
says so here.”
“What if it’s
dangerous?” asked Tanya, also trying to hide her nervousness.
“Why would it
be? It’ll either do what it says it does or… which is more probable, it won’t
work at all. But what if it does
work? Wouldn’t it be fun if we were grownups for a while until our mothers’
return?”
Joy laughed at Felicia’s inventiveness. She had forgotten how imaginative she had been at
that age. She decided she would be a bad babysitter if she didn’t humor her.
“Okay, let’s try
it,” she said. “What does it say?”
“It explains a
few things, but it mainly goes down to chanting the words.”
“And… can we get
back to our real ages after a while?” asked David. Not that he was believing in
any of this yet. “Like… Before Mom returns tomorrow?”
“Yes, in order
to turn back, we have to cast the spell again before twenty-nine hours pass.
If we don’t, we’ll have to wait two full years before being able to do anything
with it.”
“Okay, we don’t
want that,” pointed Tanya.
“We’ll need a
few candles too,” said Felicia and Joy went to the kitchen to look for them.
They lit them on
the table and sat around it, holding hands and feeling very silly.
“Only one of us
has to pronounce the incantation. I can do that,” volunteered Felicia. “Once I
finish it, each of you has to say the age you want to be aloud. It’s 7:23. We
have to remember that time, because we have to turn back tomorrow before twenty-nine hours are over. That is… 12:23.”
Everyone nodded
as Felicia put on her reading glasses and started reciting the nonsensical
words slowly and clearly. They all felt a breeze on the back of their heads and
goosebumps. Suddenly this felt very real, and they somehow were half-expecting
it to actually work.
Felicia finished
the last few words and then she added “27” at the end of her chant.
“39”, said David
without thinking too much, and simply tripling his real age.
Tanya hadn’t
expected her friends to decide for such high numbers. She didn’t want to risk
becoming too old, so she muttered “24” timidly.
Joy was caught
off-guard and she took a while to retort.
“30”, said the
15-years-old babysitter finally.
As soon as she
pronounced the number, they all felt a powerful whirlwind around them,
flickering their hair and whistling loudly in their ears.
“Oh, no, it was
real!” yelled Tanya in terror over the noise.
“Don’t let go
yet!,” Felicia warned them.
The wind was
gone in a second and they all looked at each other, their hearts beating really
fast and still holding hands. Suddenly a pressure built inside their ribs.
“Something is
happening!” said David.
“I can’t believe
it! It did work!” Joy was impressed. She wasn’t expecting this at all.
Then, visible
things started to happen. Joy, already a teenager, seemed to be maturing before
their eyes, albeit very slowly.
As for the kids,
soon their turn came too. Tanya was apparently the closest one to puberty, and
she saw in fear that she was gaining height by the second. Her face hadn’t
changed too much yet, but there was something more mature about it already.
David watched
her transfixed, and soon both he and Felicia also started to grow taller even
more rapidly than their friend.
Meanwhile, Joy had
hit a very late growth spurt, and for the first time she looked like a girl in
her late teens, a young woman, even. Her face had matured beautifully, and
large breasts erupted quite suddenly in front of her. They went from almost
nothing to C-cups in just a couple of seconds.
“So they will come eventually!” she said
excitedly. “In a year or so!”
Felicia and
David looked like awkward young teenagers, both very tall for their age, but
slim and gangly. Tanya was shorter than them now, but looked more graceful.
She had already
started to blossom breasts in the last few seconds, and despite the fact that
she was feeling anxious about the whole thing, she smiled as they pushed beneath her black blouse. They kept growing larger, slowly but steadily, and her face
was gaining such beauty, David couldn’t part his eyes from it. Her fingernails
grew long suddenly and she scratched David’s left hand, which she was holding.
“Sorry!”
He wanted to
answer but he felt how his grip on her was becoming stronger as his hand grew
larger and his arm, it seemed to him, a bit beefier.
Felicia was
losing her awkward looks all of sudden, as new shapes started to shift her
slender frame into a curvaceous one. Her breasts started to develop, already
B-cups by the first time they emerged. They pushed her blouse forward
violently, and in just seconds they were already larger than Tanya’s, despite
the fact that she had been growing hers for about a minute.
“Wow, they’re so
big already!” exclaimed a stunned Felicia, her husky voice taking them all by
surprise.
By contrast,
David’s voice was croaky when he said: “My feet ache so much!”
He had been the
only one who was wearing shoes, and he managed to kick them out to see huge
feet still expanding and tearing through his socks.
Joy’s changes
were now the slowest. She had been a young woman for a while by now, and her
long overdue development was mostly done. Her silky nightie had stretched, but it
was able to hold.
That wasn’t the
case for everybody. Tanya’s own round chest was pushing out so much against her
shirt that it had crawled up, revealing her waist, and one of her sleeves had
already ripped on the back seams. Her black shorts were far too tight, and her
backside was fighting to pop out, as her wider thighs hurt badly.
Felicia couldn’t
be more than 16, but her breasts were now over the double-D mark. Her blouse
had long since teared on a few places, showing immense under-cleavage, but
luckily none of her boobs had emerged fully. Her increasingly large nipples
were perceptible through the fabric, though, and as they enlarged, she panted
in ecstasy. Her midriff, which was growing quite toned, was also visible under
the lower helm of the tiny blouse.
David looked
away from his sister, fearing she would end up naked, and noticed that he could
have a wardrobe malfunction of his own anytime soon. His crotch had been
feeling weird from the start, and he knew he was growing much larger down
there, but now he feared what could happen next.
“I think we
should finish our changes, privately,” he suggested, and he was pleased to hear
that his voice was deeper and manlier than before. “Do you think we can let go
of each other’s hands?”
“I reckon we
can,” shrugged Felicia, who didn’t want to end up topless before her friends
either.
They let go very
fast and got up as quickly as their changing bodies allowed them, and each ran
to the first place they found.
Tanya ended in
her own room -or at least the one she had been sharing with Felicia during
their stay.
She could tell
her face was changing at the moment and she ran towards the mirror. She wasn’t
ready for the shock of seeing how her features lost the final remaining baby
fat, and she now looked every bit like a gorgeous young woman. The
transformation was slowing down, but her chest and hips shook a bit as they
enlarged one last time.
Tanya wondered
if she would be able to peel off her shorts. She managed to do it, but she had
to shred off her top using her long nails, because it was too skin-tight to
remove it any other way. The problem was that she was now trapped in a room
with nothing but clothes for preteen girls. Her beautiful 23-years-old body
certainly wouldn’t fit on any of them.
David was in serious
distress. On one hand, every muscle on his body was on fire as they bulged
significantly, on the other, the growth of his privates was both exhilarating
and uncomfortable.
He had
barricaded himself on one of the bathrooms and had taken his pants and
underwear out. He was marveling at its already long size, but it kept growing
before his eyes, and he had an unmistakable erection. His scrotum had become
very hairy, and his testicles were swelling at the moment.
“Ahhhhh! Whoaaaa!” he yelled in pleasure as
his glands reached full sexual maturity. His voice got even deeper as he did
so, and he was aware of the enlargement of his Adam’s apple on his throat. His
erection had maxed out, and he ejaculated fiercely against the wall.
Trembling, he
turned to the mirror to see his squarer face. He had to be in his late teens
now! Small whiskers were poking through his cheeks at that moment, and they
grew thicker. A similar tickle on his legs and underarms also signaled hair
growth there.
He didn’t become
any taller –he was already quite lofty-, but his until now only lean body
started to develop serious muscle tone.
His biceps were
getting wider than his head had started, his shoulders had separated far from
his neck, and his pectorals exploded out in a way that reminded him of his
sister’s breasts growing. His already tattered shirt burst away like the Hulk’s
and he felt a rush of power and adrenaline raging through his veins. While his
abdominals developed a six-pack, his changes slowed down, as the 22-years-old
man approached his thirties, gaining nothing but more muscular size from time
to time. Then it happened again.
Despite having
reached complete release just a minute earlier, he could feel the pleasure
building again. He just arched his back and let the process run its course
naturally. He had never felt like that.
Felicia had hastily
entered a room that ended up being Monica’s. She didn’t waste any time in
approaching the mirror, and was shocked at what she saw.
She was on her
late teens now, and was both tall and well-developed. Her black hair was
growing longer, past her shoulder blades, and her face was becoming much more
appealing. She felt a sharpness as her hip bones expanded wider, and her rear
also inflated, though it wasn’t a match for her breasts.
They seemed to
be moments away from bursting completely out of her blouse, which now looked
like a tiny strap of fabric on top of the great orbs perched freely on her chest,
firm despite their size, which still expanded a bit more.
There were a few
final shiftings and tinglings down her body as her internal organs and privates
matured fully, and it was all so intense that it almost brought tears of bliss
to her eyes. She couldn’t remain standing, so she dropped to her knees, pulling
down her denim shorts which were painfully tight.
A few more
minutes passed and, as her blouse snapped away, she grasped the spell was done:
a very adult and sizable 27-years-old woman was in place of the squirrely
11-years-old she had been. She let out a mechanical womanly laugh. The
transformation had felt awesome, and the results were way better than she had
expected. She never thought she had it in herself to grow into this kind of
woman.
She took off her
minuscule panties, the last piece of clothing she still had on, and was a bit
surprised of the current developed state of what was underneath.
Felicia realized
she was in luck, since she had at least ended up in a room full of clothes that
belonged to a grown woman. She opened Monica’s wardrobe and searched for something
that she could use. There was a sleeveless leathery vest which she thought
would suffice, but it wouldn’t close over her chest.
“Oh, come on,
how big am I?” she wondered in distress, yet unmistakable delight.
She knew that
Monica, as busty was she was, wouldn’t have a proper brassiere for her, but she
found a white lacy one that at least kind of fitted. Her arms closed the hooks
quite automatically on her back, but the cups were painfully tight. Felicia
held her longer raven hair and tied it in a high bun, then she stood in front
of the mirror, trying to memorize every detail of her new body.
“This spell is
the best thing ever,” she squealed.
Meanwhile, Joy
had finished her transition from her early twenties into a 30-years-old woman
without any more dramatic changes. Everything of significance had happened
during her adolescent years.
She was sitting
on her own bed, since she had obviously barricaded herself inside her bedroom,
and she was soaking in how different everything was.
She curled and
sank her knees over the mattress and looked around at the familiar surroundings
from an obviously increased height. She had grown over a head taller, not to
mention finally womanly.
Her balance
still off, she tried to straighten her back, and she felt her fully-fledged
breasts pushing against the soft fabric of her nightclothes, as did her rounder
buttocks.
Her face had
also matured. No longer could she be taken for a 12-years-old as had happened
when she was 15. She now looked like a beautiful young woman, with a pointier
chin and high cheekbones. Her hair was a tad darker, and it hadn’t grown much
longer.
“I’m really 30…”
she said, and noticed her pitch had become lower since the last time she had
spoken out loud on the living room. “I’m just 3 years younger than my Mom.”
Struggling with
that bizarre realization as well as with her new longer legs, she was finally
able to walk clumsily towards the door.
Felicia was
coming out Joy’s mother’s room. She was dressed in white and had a few pieces
on lingerie in her hands.
“Oh, Felicia. Is
that really you?” said the adult Joy. “You’re looking great!”
“As are you. Do
you want to come inside your mother’s room?”
“Uhm… yeah.
These are straining all over me. I could use some of Mom’s clothes.”
“Come on in, I’m
done here at the moment. I’m bringing these to Tanya.”
Joy entered into
Monica’s room and lost no time in removing her clothes.
She sat on a
chair and laughed. Her grown breasts were about to spill from her frilly
training bra. Those wouldn’t do for the moment, so she took them off too.
Monica’s
nightgowns were larger, and in Joy’s opinion, sexier than her own, so she put
one of those over her head. She even put her hair up and searched the jewel box
for her mother’s favorite earrings, then examined her reflection closely.
“I look a bit
like Mom! Well… I’m a bit prettier, I should say.”
That thought
sent an electrifying sensation all through her body. She let her hair down with
a swift, sensual motion and then removed her nightie, switching it for a ruby
red set of underwear. Her large C-cups were a good fit for her mother’s
slightly larger bras. She then rubbed a bit of lipstick on her mouth and let
herself on the couch.
The sensation was becoming too much for her. Being fifteen, it wasn’t something exactly new for her, but she had never experienced it with such intensity, not by far. Feeling as if her groin was on fire, she contorted wildly in pleasure, not even noticing it when she fell to the floor.
In the meantime,
Felicia had walked toward the room she shared with Tanya and knocked.
“Go away,” said
an unknown woman’s voice. “I don’t have any clothes that fit.”
“I know, Tanya.
It’s me, Felicia. I brought you something from Monica’s room.”
“But I am… Oh,
okay… But just you!”
Tanya opened the
door timidly and her friend entered, immediately closing it behind her again.
“Felicia? Wow!”
The blonde was
shocked at the appearance of her formerly petite friend, and at the same time
she tried to cover her large, round breasts, which were about to pop from the
long blouse she was wearing. As a child, it came down to her knees, but now it
threatened to ride up her thighs and expose her backside.
Felicia looked
down at Tanya for the first time in her life, and nodded approvingly.
“You turned just
gorgeous, Tanya, just as expected.”
The 23-years-old
Tanya blushed at that, and slowly, shyly, removed the ill-fitting clothes and
faced Felicia completely naked.
“This all feels
too bizarre…” she said.
“Yeah… But very
good too, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” admitted
Tanya.
“Plus, I’m four
years older than you now!” said Felicia. “How weird is THAT?”
Tanya nodded as
she put on one of the brassieres that Felicia had brought her.
“These fit
perfectly.”
“That means
you’re a 36D, then. That’s what Monica’s bras are labeled.”
“Then what are
you, like Q-cup?”asked Tanya looking at her friend’s bust in amazement.
“Yep,” admitted
Felicia naturally. “Well, I have no idea, to be honest,” she said, holding her
white sweater up to display them. “But they feel quite heavy.”
“They have to
be, they’re huge! Even mine feel heavy. Wow, I never thought I would get 36Ds
and yet feel small when compared to you…”
“You’re also
shorter than me,” pointed Felicia. “So your breasts seem bigger on you and suit
you quite well. You look amazing, really.”
“Yeah, sorry. I
guess I’m just feeling a bit… vain since this happened,” said Tanya turning to the
mirror to examine her face’s reflection again.
“You were vain
since you were a kid, Tanya,” laughed Felicia. “But you just had your perfect hair
and preppy clothes then. Now you’re also body-conscious. I love you all the
same, though.”
Tanya joined her
in the laugh and both girls in women’s bodies got out of the room dressed in only
their lingerie. They walked into David, who was coming out of his bathroom.
Since all of his clothes were ruined, he was wearing nothing but a towel
wrapped around his crotch, his muscular upper body completely on display.
“Hey, bro, you
turned into a hunk!” said Felicia when she saw him, and both David and Tanya
blushed a bit.
“Uhm… you’re…
You are both looking very beautiful.”
“Thanks,”
muttered Tanya as Felicia laughed.
“Hey, guys,
aren’t we a good-looking lot?” said Joy, joining them. She had fluffed her dark
blonde hair and was wearing a one-piece lingerie. David thought she looked
absolutely sexy as she sprawled suggestively over the furniture. “I still can’t believe this just happened.
Thank you for this, Felicia.”
“I was never
expecting it to work,” she confessed.
“Yeah, nor did
I,” retorted their former babysitter. “But look at us now. Look at YOU,” she
said approaching David and putting an arm around his broad shoulders. He was
quite a lot taller than Joy now, and he trembled at her touch. “We’re about the
same age now, aren’t we? Well, you’re almost a decade older than me now, can
you believe it? And you got so handsome… I could eat you up.”
She got on her
tiptoes and kissed his cheek, and the 39-years-old man turned red, and he felt
new stirrings on his crotch. Felicia smirked. It had only taken for Joy to
develop a hot body to shed off her good girl image.
“So, what shall
we do now?” asked Tanya. “TV isn’t back yet…”
“Are you kidding
me? Do you want to be sitting around now that we look like this? I think we should have some fun, do things we couldn’t as
kids,” proposed Felicia.
Joy nodded as
she sat in front of them, then she said:
“Okay, our
mothers told us to stay at home, but maybe tomorrow we can go downtown and have
some fun. Eat at a restaurant, and stuff…”
“What? Go to
Vegas?” asked David, not sure it was a good idea.
“Of course not Vegas,
just around here,” said Joy, looking like a scared teen again. “Let’s not go
too crazy, please. Officially, I’m still responsible for your safety, even if
you look like adults now.”
“Okay, I agree,”
said Felicia and they all nodded. “But what do we do tonight? Oh, I know, maybe
we could taste alcohol for the first time!”
“I’m not sure
that’s a good idea…” started Joy. “You’re technically just kids. Heck, I’m still a kid.”
“Oh, come on.
Just a celebratory sip!”
Joy looked at
Felicia. David and Tanya seemed as unconvinced as the babysitter, but finally
she agreed.
“Okay, but just
ONE sip each.”
Felicia clapped
as Joy looked for a bottle of wine and four cups on the kitchen. They served
just a bit on each, and again sat around the coffee table on the living room.
“To growing up!”
said Felicia, and they all toasted and drank it. “Oh, yummy!”
Joy nodded, as
she was also enjoying its taste. David liked it too, but found himself wishing
for a different kind of liquor, something stronger.
Tanya, on the
other hand, thought it was disgusting, but she was embarrassed to admit it and
said nothing, but she grimaced visibly as she put down her cup.
“That was inter… Oh!” as David swallowed his
drink, his attitude change was almost instantaneous. He laughed vulgarly and
yelled loudly. “Let’s get the fuck out of here! I want real booze, not this
feeble shit!”
“Yeah, what the
hell, let’s go to Vegas!” screamed Joy, her pupils quite dilated as she
contorted again over the couch. “We’re just a few miles from the most fun city
in the world, and I’m not going to waste this bod locked in here.”
“But…” Felicia
couldn’t understand what was happening, but then it also took effect on her.
She felt dizzy and clasped her head as she grabbed the small table for support.
Then she held her head up again and yelled: “Now we’re talking, bitches!”
Tanya was laughing
and bellowing wildly, and was already serving more wine on her glass.
“Let’s finish
this stuff first!”
They did drank
it all in just a second, and the next moment they were all in Monica’s room
looking for something to wear in their escapade.
Tanya
immediately started to doll herself up with Monica’s make-up. Despite never
having used it before, she applied it perfectly, but she was too drunk to
perceive that subtle mental change.
“We should stop
and buy a few clothes first,” said Joy as she put on her mother’s things, and
though it was the sexiest she had found, she thought it was boring. “We can’t
go partying to Vegas dressed like old ladies.”
“Yeah, we look
like moms,” agreed Felicia, who looked like anything but that in the Calvin
Klein underwear she was currently using. She snapped a selfie in the mirror
nevertheless.
There weren’t
men’s clothes in the house, so it wasn’t easy to find something for David. In
the end, he settled for one of Monica’s white t-shirts and shorts that didn’t
look too feminine. Both were simply too small for his burly body and he had no
choice but to go barefoot, since no shoes would fit him.
“Oh, you look
quite sexy anyway,” said Tanya. The two of them had been all over each other
since they had drunk the wine.
“So do you, babe,” he said very pleased,
hugging her and massaging her round backside with his hands.
Tanya parted
from him and started giggling uncontrollably. She jumped around from leg to
leg, pulling her hair and sometimes touching the deep cleavage that her small
top displayed.
“Look at me, I’m
all growed! Take that, Mom and Dad! See who cares about your divorce now!” she
hollered, hopelessly hammered, but looking quite fetching.
Meanwhile, Joy had
taken a sizable pack of money from one of her mother’s drawers.
“She said this
was for emergencies.”
“Yeah, fuck her!,”
said Tanya, not another worry in the world except having fun.
