Jack sheepishly walked back into his bedroom. Having just climaxed, he felt like he had just gotten away with something. Well, almost got away with something. His (nine-year-old) father catching him with a cock in his hand was definitely not his plan. He didn't even thoroughly clean the bathroom mirror before he was called back for his turn.
The boys, and men, stared at Jack as he entered the room. They were all waiting for his turn, but Jack suspected that some of them knew what he was up to. He took a deep breath and let any shame out. All he'd wanted this entire game was to be older, and now he knew what it was like. He loved it more than he imagined, which is why he nervously approached the game board.
"Ándale, mijo," Ellis said. "I want to see how this turns out."
Bob chirped up, his adolescent voice shrill and higher than it had previously been. "Remind me again what the winner gets? I just want to make sure I don't have to stay like...this...anymore."
"I still don't get it," Paul said, bouncing his older brother up and down. "What is it that bothers you about being an adult, or a teenager for that matter?"
"I can't place it," Bob said. "But there is something about having body hair, getting muscled up, and my...thing gets hard randomly. It just feels weird."
"Huh," Jack piped up, his deep voice jolting the group a bit. "It certainly doesn't bother me. And to answer your question, the winner gets a big power. Everyone gets turned back to their original age, but the winner can decide which age they want to stay on, even after the game is over.”
Hank turned his head in shock. “Wait, what? Are you saying that whoever wins can choose to be a different age forever?”
“Yep,” Paul said. “Seems pretty cool to me. At first I thought I wouldn’t want to end up a different age, but now that I’m the oldest, it doesn’t seem like too big of a deal to be a little older. At least older than seven.”
“Kids,” Hank started in, “You have to promise me you’ll return to your original age. Who is to say what changes this will cause if you mess with reality too much.” He picked up the instructions on the game, looking them over closely. “This wording is too vague. This could be really bad! Besides, if you change you’re age, you’ll miss out on how great being young is! Right, Jack?”
Jack looked at his father blankly. “I don’t know, I’ve been having the most fun since I turned into your age. Maybe if I win, you’ll just have a twin brother instead of a son.”
Hank balked at his son’s comments. “Jack! Jerking off in the bathroom is certainly not worth skipping half of your life! Take it from someone who has lived it.”
The rest of the guys snickered to themselves. Hank realized that he had just revealed what Jack was doing in the bathroom.
“I thought you had snuck out for a ‘smoke,’ niño,” Ellis said, busting out laughing.
Normally he’d be embarrassed, but instead Jack just replied, “Sometimes, a man has got to take care of his needs.” Turning to his father he said, “unfortunately for you, I’m the grownup in this situation.”
“Oohhhhh!” Ellis and Paul responded at the dig.
“I suppose you’ll just have to win, Mr. Hank,” Bob said, patting the shorter boy on the shoulder. “If it makes you feel better, I’m not planning on making any life-altering age changes. That is, on the off chance that I win.”
“Thanks, Bob,” Hank replied. He turned to his now adult son. “Your ass is grass if I win.”
“Doubtful, with your late start and all,” Jack said, finally rolling the dice. He rolled only 5, and landed on a negative space. “Shit.”
“Hopefully, you don’t come to regret all that big talk in a moment,” Ellis said.
The group watched as the orb showed a -7 in the mist. Jack huffed and started to look at his changing body. The greys from his beard started disappearing, as did some of the harder wrinkles and number of lines on his face. His belly lost some of it’s pudge, becoming more defined that it had been before. His beard shortened, but he regained a little bit of hair on the sides of his head. He was still bald on top though, and he gave his still smooth head a rub. As his changes settled down, he gave himself a squeeze in the crotch, swearing that his dick was a tad bit longer than before.
“Seems like my thirty-year-old self is just a spryer version of my last age,” Jack said. “Though, I wouldn’t mind just having a plain bald head instead of this side hair. It looks like I’m trying too hard. Glad I didn’t get too much younger though. This is still great!”
“Enjoy it while you can,” Hank said, picking up the dice. He rolled them and moved forward a lot, twelve whole spaces. “It looks like I’m catching up,” he said, not realizing he had landed on a negative space.
“Not in all ways,” Jack retorted. The orb had spoken a defining -5.
Hank shrunk even shorter, climbing backwards from the age his son had been to a mere preschooler. His shorts climbed up his body and turned into corduroy overalls, clipping over his cartoon t-shirt and underoos. His face was indelibly chubby now, his hair cut perfectly in a bowl. Aside from the tiny baby John, Hank was now the smallest of the bunch. All the players that had once been children now were towering adults to him, even the teenaged Bob.
“I bet it sucks to suddenly be the youngest, huh, Pops,” Jack said, expecting his father to complain about his new age.
“Actually,” his dad said in an impossibly high voice. “I’m feeling the urge to…run.” With that, Hank sprung from his spot and ran over to the bed. He hoisted himself up with his little feet and started jumping. “Weee!”
Paul chuckled at he cuddled his baby brother. “Guess that age is just perspective. Seems like Hank’s enjoying being little even more than you are enjoying being big.”
“I may be quiet about it,” Jack said, “but I assure you, I’m having a great time.” His kid father shrieked in glee again, causing Jack to cover his ears in annoyance.
“He’s just having fun, Jack,” Bob said, showing his solidarity with Hank.
But Jack was having none of it, “Get down here so that we can keep playing the game!”
Hank ignored Jack, still bouncing on the bed in carefree bliss.
“If you don’t come over here,” Jack threatened, “I am going to give you the biggest spanking you’ve ever had.”
Hank stopped jumping, knowing that Jack probably meant it. At first, a child like fear washed over him, but remembering the silliness of the situation, he titled his head and said, “I never spanked you. Doesn’t seem very nice.”
Jack looked at his friends, feeling their judging stares. “I just want to keep going on the game,” he replied to Hank.
“Whatever, Jack,” Hank said, jumping down from the bed. “Seems like I should be able to play on the bed since you can play with your peepee.”
Paul, Ellis, and even Bob snickered at the comment. Jack felt his previous resolve waning, but also a new sense of urgency to win was pouring over him.
As round five finally finished, John had found himself not only staying a one-year-old, but also regressing his mind to that of a baby as well. His “younger” brother Paul was now 48, Ellis sat at a cool 24, Bob had regressed further to the teenaged 13. Jack had lost a few years, now 30, and late starter Hank was catching up with the pack on the board, but was severely low in age at 4.
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