Sarah took note of where Duke had dropped the dice as he and the now younger Terry hurried off to play as the little boys they were. Carefully Sarah picked up the lots and examined them
"Do you think you should be holding those things? You saw what happened to Terry... maybe we should just leave--" started Jessie.
"And leave those two little boys to take care of themselves?" questioned Sarah, her latent maternal instincts suddenly kicking in. Although she had never had a child, feelings and desires which she had long since put aside were beginning to unearth themselves.
"They made themselves younger--perhaps they can make themselves older?" suggested Jessie. Though as she caught sight of Duke slipping and falling over and shouting Ow! as he chased the younger Terry, she was starting to doubt how much control the boys had of themselves.
As Jessie called Duke over to look him over, Terry poked his head around the corner of the doorway, looking absolutely adorable to Sarah.
"Oh, I wish they were ours!" said Sarah absentmindedly. Without her notice the lots glowed just before she dropped them both.
This time the lots acted differently, causing Sarah and Jessie to regress first, losing fifteen years to start, bringing the 54 and 51 year old down to 39 for Jessie, and 36 for Sarah. This time the regression wasn't so much orgasmic, as it was a small sense of relief for both women as though the years of age were a great burden lifted from them. It was only once both women were brought back over the line of menopause that the dice glowed and began to work their magic--for Sarah had rolled an eight.
Duke and Terry were growing younger as both Sarah and Jessie approached them, but that no longer seemed to register to either of them as both women only saw their baby boy who they scooped up and cuddled and tickled as a glow surrounded both pairs of women and boys. Terry was the first to cross the line from early childhood to toddler, growing increasingly chubby as baby fat returned to him, though Duke was not far behind him by any means.
"Did you hurt yourself Duke?"
I made a boo boo," stated Duke as he pointed to his knee.
"Well, Mommy is just going to have to kiss and make it all better."
Laugh lines and crow's feet disappeared for both Sarah and Jessie, and stretch marks appeared as they grew younger through their thirties and Duke and Terry approached infancy.
"Let's get you out of Daddy's shirt," said Jessie as she lifted the shirt that Terry had once fit in, but now Sarah thought of as her husband's. The two year old Terry giggled as he was left naked in his Mommy's arms, which Sarah took advantage of by tickling Terry on his tummy, causing her little baby boy to giggle and babble as he grew increasingly smaller and lighter in her arms.
"Aren't you the cutest little boy..." cooed Jessie as she tussled Duke's hair which was beginning to thin and grow whispy, and Jessie's breasts began to fill with milk.
"Oh!" cried out Sarah, and Jessie turned as Duke settled out as a newborn to see Sarah holding her belly which was shrinking down to just barely looking pregnant, presumably with Terry. It was seeing that, which shook Jessie from whatever spell the lots had cast on her.
"Sarah... oh my god... Terry... Terry's--"
"Terry? Who's Terry?" asked Sarah as she unconsciously rubbed her small, three month pregnant belly.