After a while, Monica allowed her face to droop confused. “Do we really need magic for this, Damon? I mean, really? If you want to watch me fuck another man, all you have to do is admit it. Jeez, we’re both adults here.” Damon opened his mouth to speak, but Monica kept going. “But since we are here, we may as well give you what you want.” She spun to Madame Illusia, her raven curls bouncing as her eyes twinkled with possibility. “If my boyfriend wants to act like a little kid, we may as well give it to him. Make him younger, just a little teen playing with his prick while I get some real cock in me.”
Madame Illusia raised an eyebrow at Damon. This magic was meant for him, after all - not Monica. The man sputtered for a moment, but from the pink flush that rose to his cheeks, it was obvious that he was at least interested in the idea. “Y… yeah, make me a little boy,” he said. “I want to play with myself while Monica-”
“You heard him,” Monica cut him off. She looked out into the audience, possibly too eager to get down to business in finding a new lover. She pressed her hands against her jean-clad hips and rubbed them sensually up towards her breasts, squeezing them together as she licked her lips lasciviously.
Behind her, Madame Illusia smiled as she reached her hands upwards towards some unknown source of power. “A powerful spell indeed.” The magical woman’s voice held the hint of an accent that seemed to grow in strength as the lights in the tent flickered momentarily. “Stealing away years with nowhere to put them is a waste of talent and squandering of potential. Allow me to take through giving,” she replied cryptically. “Both of you, remove your clothes so that our audience can get a good look at what your words have wrought.”
Damn was quickly to begin to remove his shirt and jeans, but Monica looked at Illusia, confused. “Both of us? Why me?”
Stephan, Madame Illusia’s son and assistant, chimed in from beside the stage. “You’re in the market for a new bull to fill you up now, aren’t you? What better way than this?” He shot his mother a knowing smirk.
Monica seemed unperturbed and, after a brief incline of her head, began to strip down alongside Damon. Her 24-year-old body was tight and athletic, with hints of muscle tracing along her stomach before leading up to small breasts that looked just below average, though they looked perky enough to not require a bra. Damon, despite being six years older than Monica, still had a youthful build that spoke to an active lifestyle. And when he removed his underwear, his not unimpressive cock got more than a few whistles from the audience. Shyly, the man brought his hands together to cover his genitals while Monica seemed more than content to flaunt the thin landing strip that led down to her little cunt. One hand on her hip and the other cupping a breast, Monica pressed herself closer to Damon and blew a kiss up to her boyfriend. “What a weird fucking kink you got, baby. Well, say goodbye to the life you used to know.” She let her hand fall and gave his cock a quick tug before turning and shaking her ass to the audience. Monica would have her pick of the men in a moment.
“Are you ready?” Stephan asked from the side.
Damon looked to Monica for confirmation, who smiled and kissed her boyfriend on the shoulder. “Uh, yes,” Damon responded with a quaver in his voice.
Madame Illusia closed her eyes briefly and a hush fell over the gathered crowd and raised up an index finger to jab at the air before Damon and clenched her other hand. The exotic woman muttered a series of strange words under her breath while the magic worked through Damon.
“Is it working?” Monica asked impatiently. She was starting to feel a little silly standing up on stage naked in front of all these strangers.
“I don’t kno- Oh!” Damon felt as though his veins were suddenly flooded with ice water as the miniscule amount of flab that hid around his hips began to slowly recede like melting snow. From below, the crowd saw a bit of the man’s bulk shift from his midsection and towards his shoulders, biceps, and calf muscles. The shame of being naked had left Damon by now as he ran his hands in wonder across his changing form.
Less noticeable, however, were Monica’s changes. Her curly hair drooped slightly, alongside her perky nipples. She felt her own skin get hot as fat began to accumulate on her ass and tits, but not enough to catch her attention. She was certainly feeling a bit of euphoria as her boyfriend went back to his prime. “Ooh, hunky college Damon. I like this. Are you sure you want more of this, babe?”
“My mother has taken and given five years of your boyfriend’s age,” Damon explained. “He’s a 25-year-old man now. You can, of course, stop any time you’d like.”
Damon shook his head. “I didn’t come up here to shave a few years off. I came here because…” He let the words die on his lips. He looked at Monica again for guidance.
“You came because you have a kink you want to see through. You want to get off while I fuck a stranger.” Monica’s voice was soft, maybe even sympathetic.
“Yeah, exactly.” Damon nodded, now filled with a new confidence. “We keep going.” He had enjoyed the feeling of getting younger, anyway.
“Well,” Stephan explained, “we do have another portion of your desire to fulfill, I believe.” He gestured out to the audience. “Which of you fine young folks would like to fuck this sexy MILF while her boyfriend - and everyone else - watches?”
A number of hands went up in the audience. Monica bit her lower lip and sorted through her options…