Bobby and Wendy were back out in the car and headed down the road, when he happened to notice a Veteran's Hall off to one side.
"Hey gal, what say we stop in there as it looks like time is running out on our ten minutes."
"Eh? Well, I guess if'n we's got to, then we's got to."
As he ground to a halt in the gravel parking lot,he lokked over at her and smile wistfully."If this is what the years ahead have in store for us," he thought," the bring them on."
For her part, Wendy undid her seat belt, reached over, and pulled Bobby to her and kissed him full on, as she sensually slid her tounge over his lips and halfway down his throat.
After what seemed an eternity, Bobby came up for air, and they both nade quick glances at the neon glow of the car stereo that indicated the time.
"We got a couple of minutes sweetie," she remarked, as the two of them raced as fast as they could go in their current conditions.
Entering the Vet's Hall, they quickly zapped as many a possible, but concentrated on making the changes gradual to allow them time to escape.
For the most part, everything turned out fine. Yes, a couple of the waitresses and lounge staff were later found behind the bar crying and in diapers, but most of those there were soon in their early twenties, wearing the styles of people much older, and engaged in games of cribbbage, shuffleboard, and bridge. A couple of passersby commented on the quiet young ladies with pin curl perms leaving with those frumpy dressed young men, but as with many things that went with the rings, the results seemed perfectly natural to those involved. And, since they acted as if all were normal, no one gave it a second thought.
Back in the car and headed down the road, Bobby reached over and touched Wendy's soft, weathered face. "I thought your skin might be dry, but it is just kind of soft and a little saggy."
"Same to you, cutie," she remarked, as she reached back over and pinched his cheek."Listen,can we stop by that mini-mart over there. Nature is callin this old gal, and I..."
"Gotta go right now?"
"Very funny sunshine. Just pull over and let me take care of business, and we'll be on our way again. Unless you want one of us to pee on these expensive leather seats?"
"Oh, sure thing dear. Don't want you having any accidents."
"Who said anything about me," she said with a grin as she secretly zapped Bobby as they pulled up, and got out and made her way quickly inside to the bathroom.
Bobby followed her in a short time later, and stopped by the magazine rack to wait for her.
As he stood there, he saw a father with a little girl and boy, picking out some soda's and getting some treats to take home.
Just down the aisle in the other direction, were a couple of old ladies kissing each other as they pushed a baby boy in a stroller.
"They must like each other lots,"said the little girl to her brother.
"You two shouldn't be watching such things,'said the father as he tried to rush them away," it ain't right."
"What ain't right about it?" said the boy.
"It's just not the way I was raised to see things, and I don't want either of you to go thinkin there's anything normal bout it. If they want to do such things, they should wait till they get home so decent folk don't have to go and watch such stuff."
"I think it's sweet, and I just hope we're as happy when we get to be their age,"she said and her brother nodded.
This gave Bobby, who unbeknownst to himself had regressed by this time to his late twenties, an idea.
He zapped the two old women to make them both 19 with the changes timed to take effect in about an hour when they were comfortably back home. He transferred their ages to the boy and girl, and then switched around the baby and the father's ages.
Satisfied with his handiwork, the now 11 year old really felt the call of nature, and started toward the bathrooms, and instantly tripped over his too large clothing.
Just as Wendy had planned, his regression accelerated, and she snuck around the back of where he had wandered just in time to retrieve the other ring which had slipped off his finger.
"Hey daddy," she heard the little girl remark to her father, "that man is losing his clothes and turnin to a kid again."
"We're gettin outa here," said the man," people just ain't normal round these parts lately."
"Daddy what's normal?" asked the little boy.
"We'll discuss that when we get home,"he said as he whisked the kids out of the store, into the car, and peeled off down the road.
Meanwhile, Wendy carefully bent down and picked up piece after piece of Bobby's clothing.
"Oh, dear?" one of the old ladies said to her,"my friend Alice corralled your uhhh... grandson...I believe,yes, and she has the naked little guy over by the bathroom. He seems to have made quite the puddle on the floor, but Alice has got the whole affair under control. Even put a diaper on him for ya. By the the way, name's Beatrice."
"Well, I do so appreciate it, and here's my phone number. Let's get together sometime and maybe play some cards or dominoes."
"Oh, that sounds like fun," said the grinning Alice, as she handed Wendy the bouncing Bobby."By the way, how old is the little nipper?"
"Oh, I turned him into a one year old."
"What's that?" asked a bewildered Beatrice.
Thinking quickly,Wendy replied," I said he just turned one."
"Could a sworn ya said you just," said Alice pausing,"oh, but that's silly thinkin anyone could change a person's age an such."
"Yeah," replied Wendy with a devious grin,"but if I find a way to do such, I'll be sure..."
"...to let us know," said Alice, as she grabbed her friends hand, and they sauntered out the door.
"Well, well, did we has a wittul accident Bobby wobby," she said, as she took him and all the clothes into the bathroom with her.
Just then,Bobby's bowels cut loose, and the diaper rapidly filled and left him with a squishy warm sensation.For his part, Bobby just sat there cooing and drooling, and wendy quickly took her incredibly smelly bundle of joy into the rest room for a new diaper.
As she placed him on the changing table, Bobby felt totally secure and cared for as she wiped his little bottom clean. After a bit of powder, she placed the new diaper on him just as he started to wail.
As he protested his hunger, Wendy took the ring and made herself younger, and at the age of 35,with her very inflated breasts dripping their warm milk, she placed Bobby's mouth over each until he had satisfied himself. And she felt pretty decent with it as well.
As she sat there basking in the afterglow of this bonding experience, a rap on the door broke her out of her reverie.
"What's takin so long?" said the voice outside."Grandma was slow but she was old."
"Be out in a minute," she hollered back, as she placed Bobby on the floor and gave him the years she'd just taken from herself.
He grew rapidly, and the rapidly expanding diaper soon burst from his body and fell to the floor.
Baby teeth fell out to be replaced by adult ones, and he soon found himself getting taller.
"I won't be teasing my old lady like that again," he said in his now 9 year old voice.
"Just having fun honey, and if I can't have a bit fun with you and tease you a bit, who can. Besides, how many men can say they've truly been pampered by their wife?"
"How many men would want to? he thought, but this time was smart enough to keep his mouth closed.
He continued to grow, and finally topped out at 31, a few years younger than Wendy.
Then it hit him. "Hey, you called yourself my wife. We're you serious about that?"
"With all we've been through together, can you really see us any other way?"
"No sweetie, I guess not. Hope you like surprises, because I'm full of them."
"Funny, a few minutes ago I'd have said you're full of shit."
"Very funny,"he said smiling,"and I'd say I have my share of surprises in store for me with you around as well."
"I'd have to agree on that account. Now let's get out of here so I can teach little miss young and impatient a lesson."
"By all means, after you," Bobby said as he followed her out.
As things turned out,they were fortunate enough upon exiting the bathroom a nice mix of young and old in the store together.
As she and Bobby nudged their way past the two goth girls, Wendy commented,"Ladies, it's not a real good idea to make those comments about grandma's and old age, especially in your states."
"What's that supposed to mean?" the one commented, oblivious to the fact that Wendy had just zapped them.
"Why don't the two of you step into the bathroom that you've spent oh so many years waiting for, and see how long I kept you waiting," Wendy chuckled, as Bobby looked on and grinned.
The two women, still trying to look cool, made their way past and went in together.
"What the heck was that bitch talking..., what's with my voice..."
"Voice nothing," said her friend,"you're putting on weight."
"Weight shmate," replied the other,"your hair is going grey!"
"Oh shit...it is, and so is yours!"
"Aaaarrrggghhh," they screamed in unison,"we're getting old!!"
Indeed, the years we're piling on, as the women raced through their forties and fifties. Wrinkles appeared, more and more black hair went grey, nails thickened, larger breasts started to sag, and the two began to complain of menopausal symptoms.
"Don't think I can handle it too much longer in this bathroom, it feels too warm all of a sudden."
"Too warm, you must be crazy, it's too cold! and, there's no way I'm leaving this room until we stop aging. We'd look like a couple of freaks if we stepped out there now, and I'll be damned if I'm going to give that woman the satisfaction."
"Little late to worry bout lookin like freaks at this point."
Both had long grey hair that now had started turning white, as they left their sixties behind and headed into their seventies.
The one now had adult diapers on and a small hearing aid,while her friend sported horn rimmed leopard print glasses on a beaded chain, and both women had full sets of false teeth.
"Let's not ferget the dencher cleanser thee Katie old girl."
"Eh, whacha say LizBeth? Best pick up some hearin aid batteries too, these uns ain't workin too well no more."
The two women continued to age, until they finally topped out at 95. They both hobbled out of the bathroom with long,white hair,
that contrasted well with their all black outfits and chipping black nail polish on their yellowing hardened finger nails.
With gnarled hands shakily gripping their canes, the two hunched over old ladies strolled slowly up to Wendy, with the one shaking a finger at her.
"Look at what yer done ta us, ya lil whippersnapper!"
Looking both women in the eyes, Wendy said," I don't know what your talking about. You two ladies are part of the Goth Grannies Movement, and you were just heading to TGI Friday's to hang out this evening, weren't you?"
"Hmmm..."muttered Katie,"oh yeah, yeah, thas right Lizbeth, we were, weren't we?
"Eh dearie, thas right, and these kind young folks here was givin us a ride I spose."
"Sure thing ladies," Bobby replied,"if you two will meet us out at that lime green car out front, we'll be right there.'
"Okay there sonny, an doncha be too long. We ain't gettin no younger now."
"They're actually kinda sweet now," Bobby said,"thank you dear."
"Hey, the more the merrier."
"If you'll indulge me, I have one more thing to do."
"Absolutely, go right ahead."
And with that, Bobby proceeded to the magazine rack, and made a few modifications in the content.
As he and Wendy headed out they heard someone say,"Hey,this is great! Look at all these magazines showing what people will look like when they get 20, 40, 60 and even 80 years older."
It turned out to be one of the few nights when the magazine rack completely sold out.
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