As much as Tracey was satisfied by Tom's performance as the 21 year old stud he was, he was now preparing to get ready for work, and Tracey wasn't about to let Tom leave the house until she was done with playing around with the game. So she picked Tom's age and selected 1 from the age drop down menu, hit enter, and walked back into the master bedroom to watch the transformation at work.
Tom was half-dressed. His boxer-briefs poking out from under the white dress shirt that was haphazardly buttoned, with a tie he was fumbling with. Dark socks were on his large feet.
"Hey Trace, mind giving me a bit of a hand, here?" asked Tom, holding out the tie that he'd managed to mangle. Tracey agreed and came over to help straighten Tom's tie out. As she did, she couldn't help but notice he lost a few inches and a bit of muscle as he left his twenties and trickled back down to his teen years. By the time she had finished tying the tie, Tom no longer was the handsome young adult, but instead looked like a cute high school boy caught somewhere between sophmore and junior year.
"T--thanks a lot Tracey," said Tom with a crack in his voice as he lost even more muscle and began looking rail thin as a scarecrow. The shirt was beginning to cover the majority of his hands, and his socks looked a little bunched up on his slightly smaller feet. His clothes adjusted, shrinking to fit his new mid-puberty teenage stature, and Tracey had to admit, the teenage boy before her, was rather cute in his own way.
"Aww, y--yellow? But I need a b--black tie for the con--cert!" said Tom as his voice cracked and then jumped higher than it had been and Tom shrank a foot in height, now clearly shorter than Tracey, and definitely approaching the start of puberty. Tracey estimated him to be thirteen or twelve years old at this point.
"Easily fixed," said Tracey as she grabbed the tie, which transformed into a clip-on tie as she did.
"Thank you for helping me get ready," said the clearly prepubescent boy as he looked up at her adoringly.
"No problem, Tommy, you'd help me if I needed any help, wouldn't you?" asked Tracey, to which the wide-eyed young boy bobbed his head in agreement. It was about this point that Tommy had crossed the line back down to the single digits of life and was looking less like a boy getting ready for some event and more like a little boy playing dress up, which the shirt ballooned back out to an adult-sized shirt once again. His socks and underwear however seemed to have kept pace with Tommy's regression having shrunk and shifted to match his childish body that was beginning to regain some signs of baby fat little by little.
"So is Tommy getting ready to go to a concert or to work?" asked Tracey as she brought out the ties for the little boy to choose from.
The seven year old made a show of examining each tie, his hand shrinking with each tie he examined until they were little more than pudgy crayon grippers. Eventually he made his choice, grabbing at one of the purple ties just about the time He was small enough to fit through the neck of the dress shirt, exposing that his little boy briefs had already shifted to toddler training pants.
Tommy stamped his feet and giggled in delight at having chosen the purple tie. As he did, his training pants grew thicker into diapers, his socks acquired tread to them, and he shrank some more and soon landed on his but as the tie itself transformed into a pacifier which Tommy happily took to sucking on. His hair thinned slightly and soon an adorable one year old little baby boy sat looking up at Tracey with the adoration any little boy has for his "Mama".
Tracey scooped Tommy up and cooed and tickled little Tommy's exposed tummy, causing him to giggle and kick his stocking feet. This caused him to lose the pacifier which led Tommy to look around for it, only to notice Tracey's now exposed nipple and areola, her breast filled with milk that he latched onto and started suckling happily.
With that transformation complete, Tracey watched amazed as her former husband, now baby, suckled and had his fill of her breast. She then burped him and laid him down in the now extra large crib with Janet, Freddy, and Crystal--when a thought popped into her head.
I wonder what it's like to be pregnant with four babies all at once?