After reading up on infant and child care and how to care for a young family, Molly wandered the house looking just like she stepped out that 1950s good housekeeping catalogue’s depiction of the dutiful mother and housewife. Complete with the kitchen apron she and plate of fresh baked cookies she left on the kitchen table she called out to her husband. “Jasper, Jasper where are you. I baked cookies.”
It had only been 2 hours, but not only had her appearance changed but also her entire disposition.
Unable to find Jasper, upstairs she braved the dank recesses of the basement. There he was stretched out on his stomach, not so much wearing his cloths as his cloths were waring him. A coloring book in front of him the old boxes he was going through from his childhood strune about with various items pulled out. He was a mess. Covered in basement dust and debris.
Without missing a beat, after all it was play time. “There you are. Didn’t you hear me calling?” Molly rolled with is, but was in awe of how the beans effected her husband size.
“Mommy! Mommy! Lookit what I drewed.” Jasper said as he awkwardly stood and held up the coloring book with one hand and his pants in another to try to show his wife the poorly colored scene of a farm house.
Molly smiled. It was of course playtime, so she could be mommy. “That’s very good Jasper. Did you draw anything else for mommy to see?” Talking to him like she would a small child.
While standing there Jasper tried to hold the book and show another poorly colored page, before dropping the book. It was like he inhabited his 4 year old self. Oddly enough, he seemed smaller as well. No longer was she noticeably smaller that Jasper, now he seemed to be standing just below the height of her shoulders.
“Jasper, mommy has a special treat for you in the kitchen. But first, mommy need her little boy to take a bath.”
“No wanna baff.”
“Bath first, then special treat” Molly said and she noticed an ache in her breasts.
“Let’s put down the coloring book and go upstairs.” Molly continued
Jasper whined about the silver crayon he just had to have with him. So Molly handed it to him to take.
Hand in hand they walked to the master bath, where Molly undressed her little man. Molly couldn’t believe that such a mundane thing as this could be this much fun.
Jasper no longer seemed the size he was down in the basement. It was barely a task to undressing him. His cloths had mostly fallen off on the way. Only his shirt, draped against his body, remained. Molly felt he was not just shrinking, but looking, acting and sounding more like a 4 year old.
Mommy Molly found her husband Jasper so adorable. She wondered how he got that way. Figuring he must have found things in those old boxes that triggered something in him. “This is so much fun isn’t it Jasper.” Jasper nodded his head, not really completely pay attention what was going on.
Bathed and dressed in some of his old cloths, the couple sat at the kitchen table, little boy on his mommy’s lap eating cookies.