Alice was torn. She liked being young again, but she didn't want to be as young as her toddler friends clustered around her legs. Why would you ever go back to being an immature toddler? You couldn't drive, you couldn't date, you couldn't even do math. She turned to the shop owner. "Are you sure there's nothing we can do?"
"Well, I could slip you some A-G-I-N-G C-A-N-D-Y," the owner said, dropping her voice and spelling to deceive the toddlers. "It wouldn't cost but a couple of shifts in the store - of course, I'd slip you a couple too. Child labor laws and all."
Alice pursed her lips, considering the offer. "Well, I'm sure--"
"Got 'em!" Nicole crowed.
Alice realized that while the "grown-ups" had been talking, Nicole had slipped a hand into her purse and grabbed the dice. "Nicole!" she cried, grabbing for her four-year-old friend. Nicole leaped back, just out of her reach - but she tripped over Lena and fell on her butt. The dice went flying.
As Nicole screwed her face up and started to cry, Lena reached up and managed to catch the dice. "Got 'em!" she said, right before they bounced in her hands and out of her grip. "Don't got 'em," she said, frowning.
Alice lunged for the dice, but just missed them - as they fell at last into Sharon's hands. The girl had a devious smile on her face.
"Sharon," Alice said, her voice shaking. "Give those dice to me."
"What are you, my mommy?" Sharon said, throwing the dice on the ground. They bounced, rolled, and finally came to a stop... on four.
"Oh, dear," the shop owner said. "Miss, you may want to sit down."
"Why?" Alice said. "What happens if--"
"That." The owner pointed at the toddlers. "The dice are bonded to the four of you, after all. And technically all three of them rolled just now."
They were shrinking out of their toddler clothes, and the clothes eventually disappeared and shifted into diapers... then nothing at all. Nicole was thrashing her little arms and legs and bawling, Lena was looking around with a confused expression, and Sharon was giggling and clapping her hands the smaller she got; eventually, her legs gave out and she dropped to her butt.
"What do you mean? What's gonna happen to--"
Alice's voice choked off as she saw the girls' belly buttons push into outies, growing longer, turning translucent, their navels disappearing into long, veiny cords. "No!" she managed. "Not that! Anything but that!"
An invisible force pulled Alice's legs apart and one by one, the umbilical cords dove into her panties and slithered into her pussy. "Ow!" The first one plunged through her cervix and plugged itself into her rapidly expanding womb. Her tank top was riding up on her swelling belly, pushing down her skirt.
The second and the third followed, deep stings in Alice's abdomen followed by a strange warmth that gripped her core. She clutched her bump. "Baby bump," she whispered. "I'm... pregnant?"
"About to be," said the owner, coming out from behind the counter. "Let's get your panties off, at least."
Wordlessly, Alice lifted her hips and let the owner slide her underwear off. Her hairy folds were swelling and darkening, opening to accept her new babies, and the cords had expanded and started to visibly pulse with blood, Alice's heartbeat pushing nourishment into their bodies.
Alice cried out as her lower body seized up with a contraction. Her stomach rumbled and her throat spasmed, like she was about to throw up. As she clasped her hands over her mouth, the first cord reeled back into her, a bizarre sliding sensation between her legs. Then pain, screaming, as Nicole's feet breached her pussy.
"Easy," the owner said, taking Alice's hand and tapping her forehead with a spark of magic. Calmness radiated through her mind and she began to breathe rhythmically; some primal instinct the owner had brought her in touch with told her when and how. She even sighed in relief and smiled a little as Nicole's infant body took up residence in her new mommy.
Lena's unbirth was easier; Sharon's, easier still. Alice, delirious from the sudden onset of maternal hormones, lay back against the counter and rubbed at her belly, staring straight ahead and panting as her contractions died down and her babies shifted for space inside her. Not her babies... their names were... gosh, it was hard to remember. Mommy brain times three was really doing a number on her.
The owner stood up and looked down sympathetically at the poor girl with the enormous, full-term-with-triplets belly, decorated with a popped-out navel and a dark line drawing itself down the middle. Alice's legs were splayed out, the skirt and panties around one ankle, and her cleavage was growing visibly deeper as her breasts filled with three babies' worth of milk, stained and overflowed her tank top.
"Maybe some desk work," said the owner.