As Hebe stared at the young man before her, she couldn’t help but think of her previous patient, and a mischievous smile came to her lips. It would be so easy to keep going, to take him even farther back, she thought. The father looked so much like his son now, maybe she could make a matched set of them. Though that would cause a lot of complications, the idea appealed strongly to Hebe.
Her hands moved before she even realized that she had decided to resume John’s massage. His adolescent penis grew stiff under her careful touch, and she quickly brought him to orgasm, the beginning of the last sexual experience he’d have for quite some time.
It went on for a while, Hebe milking his cock of not just sperm, but the last of his adulthood as her other hand roamed firmly over his body, pushing bone and muscle inward. She released his cock as the last of his adolescence spurted out into the pool, mixing with all the other things she had sloughed off his body. Now it was time to truly reshape him.
John looked up from the pool, his mind swirling in confusion as his memories kept rewriting themselves. The woman touching him seemed to grow larger and larger as her hands continued to knead his body, inexorably pushing his head and limbs in towards his center. Thoughts of high school, then grade school passed through his head as his body was pushed backwards through childhood. Then his thoughts grew simpler still as he returned to toddlerhood, then infancy under the constant pressure of Hebe’s massage.
Hebe scooped John up, now small enough to carry with ease, and held him against her chest as she stepped out into the reception area. Sharon sat there, with Julie, the last member of her family, next to her.
Hebe felt a suckling at her breast as she started to call out, and looked down in surprise. John had clearly grown hungry, and was now gulping down the same milk she had shared with Derrick a while earlier. She waved the receptionist over as she retreated into the massage room once more.
“Give us another five minutes, then send in Sharon again. And make sure the daughter is ready for a massage next, I’m going to have to work on her a bit to stabilize the family once I finish with her mother.” Hebe said, and the other woman nodded.
Hebe sat in the pool, letting John nurse until a knock on the doorframe signaled Sharon’s return.
“Come on in the pool and join us, dear. I’m sure your back could use some rest after carrying around that baby of yours all day.” Hebe called out.
Sharon stepped out of her robe, looking dazed and a bit confused. “Wasn’t I just here?” She asked as Hebe set John down in the shallows, then reached out to rub Sharon’s neck muscles.
“Shh, everything will make sense soon. Just relax now.” Hebe said, putting Sharon into the same trance she’d used to return Darren to his mother’s womb.
She scooped up John again and held him in the water between Sharon’s legs, gently pressing his tiny body in on itself a little more.
“This will be a little tricky.” Hebe murmured to herself as an umbilical cord began to emerge from John’s belly button. She scooped up mud from the pool and poured it over the woman and baby. It formed into a caul around John as the cord extended, sliding between Sharon’s thighs and up into her birth canal. She unconsciously spread her legs, and her labia parted, as though expecting something, but Hebe still held John far from his ultimate destination.
“Not quite yet. First, I have to match your age to that of your new brother.” Hebe murmured, massaging John just a teensy bit more. His newborn form grew smaller still, shrinking to that of the tiniest preemie one might see in a hospital.
Only then did Hebe press his feet into Sharon’s waiting birth canal. The woman’s body greedily swallowed up her former husband as Hebe gave his head a gentle push, then dipped her fingers into Sharon’s birth canal after him. She gently massaged Sharon’s vaginal walls, closing the woman’s cervix behind her twin babies. She could sense the two boys curl up together within Sharon's womb, recognizing each other as beloved family members.
As she withdrew her finger, Hebe stroked Sharon’s clit and labia in a very different fashion, and the young mother’s body shook with orgasm as her massage finished with a very happy ending. Sharon moaned, but her eyes stayed closed as her body relaxed against Hebe’s. The warm afterglow of orgasm filling Sharon’s thoughts made it easier for Hebe to see the way reality was swirling around the woman, trying to integrate these newest changes.
Hebe stared at a space above Sharon’s head and nodded. “As I thought, something’s going to have to be done about the daughter. The Fates will thread their loom with my guts if I leave this tangle in their weave.” She thought for a moment as she held the young mother, trying to decide how best to weave Julie back into Sharon’s life.
By the time the receptionist brought Julie in, Hebe knew just what to do.