Hebe laughed, and reached both hands down into the pool with Derrick. She took a foot in each hand and began to rub, working her way up his body.
"No, I think I know what will suit you best, little one. You need to go back to when you weren't afraid of anything at all, to when your mother's body sheltered you from the cares of the world."
"No! Please!" Derrick screamed as a cloud of mud came away where she touched him. He tried to pull away from Hebe's grip, but he had shrunken still more, and her hands now wrapped around his entire torso. As she paused, Derrick briefly saw the face of a toddler reflected back at him from the pool.
"Relax and let the years melt away while we wait for your parents to return from the tour. I'll have you all ready for your mommy by the time she returns, then I'll give her a little rubdown, and you two can start all over."
"Pwease!" Derrick began to have trouble speaking as his body grew even younger. "I don' wanna forget!"
Hebe paused for a moment, then nodded. "I tell you what, child. I'll give you a special blessing, just for you. The memories you most treasure will be waiting for you when you return to the world. All you have to do is drink up." She said, opening the front of her robe to reveal her breasts. She lifted Derrick from the pool, months swirling away as the water slid off him, and held his newborn form to her chest.
Derrick stared at the enourmous breast in front of him for a long while, then reached out and began to suck. The milk that came from Hebe's breast was exquisite, and Derrick lost track of everything as the sensation cleared his mind and packed his memories away for another lifetime. He barely noticed Hebe rise to greet Sharon as the receptionist led her into the room.
"Lie down in the pool there, dear, and I'll be with you in a moment. Just close your eyes and relax."
Sharon did so, and Hebe walked over to her. She gently set Derrick into the pool between his mother's legs, then began washing Sharon down, melting years away as her body returned to its peak childbearing years. Only then did Hebe turn her attention back to Derrick, swirling the water between he and his mother. As she swirled it, the gritty mud congealed into a cord, binding Derrick and his mother together.
Hebe made soothing noises as she gently parted Sharon's labia and eased her son inside. Derrick flailed briefly, one final act of rebellion, before he was swallowed up by his mother's body. Hebe ran her hand down Sharon's belly once, twice, three times, taking a month more off each time, then gently touched the woman's shoulder.
"Your massage is finished, madam. Time to rejoin your family." Hebe said, helping Sharon from the pool.
"Oh. I guess I dozed off, I'm sorry." Sharon said, looking embarrassed.
Hebe just smiled. "Think nothing of it. Just take good care of that baby boy of yours for me. And send in the next person on your way out."