Thankfully Duke had cable as he was quickly able to find a cartoon for the eight year old boy to watch. Sighing in annoyance, and thankful for a Spongebob marathon, he now tried to think of what to tell the girls when they arrived. The sound of someone knocking brought Terry to attention. “This is about to get really awkward,” he grumbled.
Throwing open the door Terry now gazed and Jessie and Sarah. Jessie’s eyes went wide as Sarah gasped at Terry’s youthful appearance. “Terry,” Sarah said in awe. “Oh my god you look ten years young under!”
“Like me and Duke said we found something that restores a persons youth,” Terry answered. “The two of us tried it out and well, thought you two might be interested.”
“Well Terry if you look this good I can’t wait to see what Duke looks like,” Jessie said coyly. Terry could only rub his neck sheepishly as the two women entered Dukes home. “Yeah about that.” Almost on que a small blond boy dressed only in an overly large T-shirt came bounding out of the living room. “Hi are you here for the play date,” Duke said innocently as he gazed up at Jessie.
“What. The. Hell,” Jessie said sternly. “Is that kid Duke?!”
Terry blushed looking between Jessie, Sarah, and Duke. “Yeah,” Terry said slowly. “Um Duke kinda got carried away and turned himself into a little kid.”
“I’m not little,” Duke huffed. “I’m eight.” Jessie and Sarah turned wide eyed towards Terry shocked to see the second grade boy standing before them. “Terry,” Jessie said sternly. “Please tell me you can fix this.”
Duke frowned as the adults now began to argue amongst themselves. Mr. Terry had told him that someone named Jessie was coming over to play. Instead it was two grown ups that looked angry and grumpy. They didn’t seem like much fun at all. Duke wanted to play, Mr. Terry had promised. As he now tried to search his memory he remembered a girl named Jessie, had she been a friend? Dukes memory was fuzzy. Boys and girls could be best friends, it just surprised him that it would happen to him. “How come I cant remember,” he thought. As he now racked his brain he did remember something, the lots. Sneaking away quietly, he now tried to remember where Mr. Terry had put them.
Duke remembered Terry taking the lots and putting them up high so that he couldn’t play with them anymore. While Duke couldn’t remember what they did, he could remember that they were magic and he remembered where Terry hid them. Sneaking back into living room Duke gazed up at the book shelf Terry had placed the lots. Grinning impishly Duke looked around the living room, noticing a nearby ottoman . The boy now slowly began pushing the ottoman towards the bookshelf. As Duke now carefully stepped onto the stretching and standing on top toes as he blindly searched the top of the shelf. Smiling impishly Duke now brought his hand down, notching the lots in his hand. “Hey can you hear me,” he asked. “My name is Duke. If I ask you nicely can you grant me a wish?” The lots seemed to glow in young Dukes hand, somehow Duke seemed to know that if he rolled the lots he would get the wish he wanted. Grinning puckishly Duke now made a wish as he released the lots.
“Damn it Terry this is serious,” Jessie exclaimed. “Duke is a freaking second grader now. We can’t just leave him like that!” As Terry was about to answer Jessie let out an audible gasp as she grasped her body. “Jessie what’s wrong,” Sarah asked.
“Oh shit,” Jessie groaned. “This...this feels incredible!” Jessie grasped her breasts moaning in orgasmic pleasure as she felt a tingle envelope her body. Terry stared at the blOnd woman, his eyes going wide. Jessie was getting younger.
The blond woman was sensually massaging her breasts, which her gradually becoming perkier. As Jessie hit 30, Terry could see Jessie’s face looking fresher as the layer of fat around her stomach melted away. “This...is...awesome,” Jessie moaned as she began the journey backwards through her 20s. “Oh my god...Ugh...I’m going to.ahh....cum.”
Jessie now began useing her hand to rub herself through her shorts as she raced backwards in age. With each moan the woman shed years, moaning in orgasmic ecstasy. Terry and Sarah watched as a fine layer of sweat began to bead on Jessie’s forehead. By the time Jessie reached 20, Terry could see the college cheerleader he recognized from his youth. Full and perky D cups, an hourglass figure, and a smooth innocent face framed by glowing blond hair beamed at Terry and Sarah. The girl looked to be in the midst of an orgasm as she bucked her hips, grasping her breasts and rubbing her snatch vigorously.
“Ah don’t stop,” Jessie gasped. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop...”
Jessie trailed off as another wave of pleasure engulfed her. Terry and Sarah could only stare in stunned silence as she reentered her teens. The girls curves were quickly diminishing as she retreated through her teens, her breasts growing smaller and perkier while her curves began to taper. As Jessie reentered high school Terry and Sarah watched in morbid fascination as Jessie transformed from a woman to a teenage girl. The blond girls face began to soften, looking more innocent despite the carnal lust she was moaning in. As she descended further into her teens Terry noticed the girl begin to giggle and squirm.
“This tickles,” she laughed as she became a waifish young teen of 14. Terry just watched as puberty reversed itself. Jessie was not only losing her adult curves but height as well as she crept closer to childhood. Jessie giggled as her breasts began to melt away. At 14 the teen possessed a pair of small b cups. By the time she became a preteen of 12 her breasts were now conical in shape, perhaps the size of softballs. Jessie continued giggling as puberty abandoned her, her breasts melting into her chest while her flared hips finally straightened leaving the girl a child of 10. Jessie’s shorts now fell from her narrow hips pooling around her feet as her shirt acted as a makeshift dress. The young girl continued to giggle as she descended into single digits. Jessie’s hair was now fine, golden strands descending past her shoulders framing a angelic young face. As her regression completed the now 8 year old blinked before looking up at the two astonished adults.
“Is Duke here,” Jessie asked, her voice high and young. “We were supposed to play.” Duke poked his head out around the corner as he gazed at the blond second grade girl. “Hey Jessie,” he called. “You wanna go play.”
“Okay,” Jessie called excitedly. Leaping out of her shoes and overly large shorts, the girl now raced towards Duke, her bare feet slapping the floor loudly as the two 8 year olds now began racing around Dukes home. Terry and Sarah now gazed at one another still shocked by what they had seen. Somehow the lots had affected Jessie as well as Duke. The two adults now realized they needed to find the lots before they ended up joining Jessie and Duke on their impromptu play date.