A young man of about 25 years of age stood up and said "I'd like to offer my years to the boy".
Madame Illusia looked at the man and said "Very well. Please join me on the stage". He got out of his seat and
walked through the crowd to the sound of polite applause. "Now tell everyone your name, and how many of your
years you are willing to offer to the boy".
"Well I'm called Pierce and I guess it doesn't matter how young I get, as long as I'm still able to talk
afterwards".
"We'll leave that decision up to young Andy then". She turned to the boy and said "When you feel you've gotten
old enough, shout out the word 'stop', and the age transference will cease". He nodded at her, eager to
finally become an adult. The Madame mumbled some words and waved her hands between the two guys and the lights
flickered slightly, signalling the start of the transference.
Andy started to grow taller, all his limbs stretching outwards like a toy. Hair started to appear on his arms
and legs, while his adam's apple suddenly thrust from his throat, deepening his voice. His loose baggy
clothing was starting to tighten and he wished he'd taken them off before-hand. Meanwhile, the changes to
Pierce were subtle. He had also kept his clothes on, so you couldn't make out his body hair retracting back
into his skin. His face seemed to youthen slightly and his facial hair was getting patchier.
Andy couldn't stand the tightness of his clothing any longer and ripped them off, revealing a muscular body
with a patch of hair slowly spreading across the chest. He put his hand to the hair and felt it, before
noticing his penis had grown bigger. Much bigger. He eyed the organ, now 10 inches erect, and grasped it in
his free hand ready to masturbate.
Pierce looked away from the older teen now pleasuring himself and tried to see if he had changed. He had
already lost 5 years and was starting to enter his teens again. His own dick was throbbing from the thought of
being younger, but he didn't want to give into temptations and make a fool of himself. He started to feel his
clothes getting looser as he was shrinking in height. He held onto his pants as they almost slipped down his
waist. His facial hair was all but gone now and zits were starting to reappear on his skin.
Andy rubbed his dick furiously, completely oblivious to the sounds of disgust from the crowd, as he ran his
free hand over his hairier body now in his twenties. His stubble had grown immensely and was lengthening into
a thick beard. His body was bulking up with muscle. His deep groans echoed around the tent, taking in the
pleasure of finally being a man. He thought of stopping the transfer now, but he wanted to be older, more
mature.
Pierce had shrunk considerably now, no longer holding up his pants. His shirt was now long enough to hide his
extremities which were shrinking at an alarming rate. He glanced over to the hairy man and hoped he would stop
the transference soon. He thought the kid only wanted to be around college age and yet it looked like he was
the 25 year old and Pierce was now 14. A sudden drop in height made him realise they'd switched even more now.
He sighed in exasperation, realising his voice had gone back to a high kid's voice.
Andy could feel the aging effects continue, knowing that he was even older than the man originally was
himself. His body hair growth had started to dwindle, giving him a coating fit for a bear. Rubbing his face
with his spare hand, he felt his new beard, fully expecting it to be rough to the touch but was actually very
soft. His hand moved further upwards, noticing his hairline had moved. He could feel the hair disappearing
under his hands and it excited him. He was definitely maturing now.
Pierce was getting scared now. He had passed the age he had started puberty in the first place and was
starting to get his baby fat back. Not that could you see his body under the large shirt he insisted to keep
wearing so as to cover his tiny body. The new man seemed lost in his own world, looking quite happy about his
receding hairline. Pierce could see the guy was getting grey hairs in his beard. He had to make him realise
that he needed to stop the transference. Pierce walked over to the masturbating man, being careful not to trip
on his flowing shirt, and tried to shake him aware.
Andy was in a lot of pleasure now, knowing he'd entered his thirties. He bet he was even older than his dad
now. He certainly looked older anyway as his dad still had a thick head of hair while his was ever on the
decline. Stroking his abs which were starting to get a bit softer, he felt tiny hands push on him. He nudged
the thing away, trying to concentrate on his body, but the feeling returned. He opened his eyes and saw a
little kid in a shirt made for a man. "Go away kid, can't you see I'm busy?".
Pierce kept trying to make Andy realise what was going on. He felt like he was 5 years old again, and the man
looked like an aging 34 year old. "Please you need to stop. Look at me, I'm just a little kid again. I know I
said I didn't care what age I became but that was before I ended up on the wrong side of puberty!. And look at
yourself, you're balding and greying and becoming middle aged. Surely you don't want to lose that many years
of your life?".
Andy looked at the kid, still getting progressively smaller and chubbier and was starting to wobble while
standing. He looked at his body, his big strong muscles were starting to decline, his stomach no longer rock-
hard abs, but slightly pudgy and flat. The grey hairs he couldn't see in his beard were now starting to appear
in his chest hair. He even saw a few sticking out from his pubes. Putting a hand to his head, he just felt
skin, the effects of male pattern baldness completed. This should of of made him realise he'd made a terrible
mistake, but instead it just fuelled his arousal at the situation, pushing the kid aside with a quick "I'll
finish this when I want to" and got back to masturbating.
Pierce was shocked at the man's refusal to stop. He tried to walk back over to him, only to find he could no
longer stand. Instead he crawled out of his shirt, not giving up the fight, and starting striking the man's
back, now starting to get a hairy coating of its own. He tried to speak up, but only gurgles and noises came
out instead of words. His only wish in this was to still be able to talk and he couldn't even do that any
more! He started to cry uncontrollably, wishing he'd never had volunteered in the first place. He was getting
smaller and smaller still, rolling up into a ball, and then calmness enveloped him.
The audience gasped as the young boy shrunk down into a baby, going so far back in time that he ended up back
in the womb, a floating circle in the middle of the stage. The embryo inside was shrinking even fast now, and
as it shrunk, it started to move closer to the man until it slipped down and into his penis. The embryo had
become un-conceived, nothing more than a pile of sperm inside the man's testicles. Andy had reached his
maximum of 40 years old now, his body was burly and tough, still showing evidence of his muscular past, but
they had diminished, especially his stomach which bulged outwards several inches, but still as solid as a
basketball. His hair was long gone, leaving a greying horseshoe shape around the sides of his head, age spots
starting to appear on his exposed scalp. His face was weathered and rugged, covered with a thick beard that
was more grey than black. More grey hair was sprinkled throughout his body hair, giving it a lighter tone. He
was still jacking off his long, thick dick, and the feeling of the embryo entering his penis was just too much
for him. Several seconds after, he leaned forwards just as a large splodge of cum squirted out, covering his
face and getting in his mouth.
Everyone was speechless at the turn of events. All but Madame Illusia. "Well I was going to ask if anybody
wanted to take this fine man back with them, knowing his first ejaculation would result in conception, but it
appears that it is too late to save our little friend". Andy was wiping what remained of Pierce out of his
beard and eagerly licking it off his fingers, not knowing of his grave mistake. After waiting a few minutes
for him to catch his breath, he stood to his full height of 6'2". A sleeveless shirt and dirty pair of jeans
suddenly appeared on his body, a pack of cigarettes stuck out of one of the pockets, and Madame Illusia went
over to question him. "So can you tell us your name, age, and occupation please".
His deep voice, rough from years of smoking, boomed through the tent. "I'm Andrew, I'm 40 years old, and I
work in construction".
"And what is it that you desire Andrew?"
"Well I wouldn't mind having hair on my head again. Don't get me wrong, I'm OK with how old I look compared to
other men my age, otherwise I'd of shaved the rest off. But I haven't had a single hair there for maybe 5
years now, and I do miss the feeling of running my hands through it". He was looking quite sheepish, red
cheeks barely showing through his beard. It was embarrassing to talk about his lack of hair, but the amount
covering his body made up for it.
"I'm sorry but I can't restore hair growth once its all gone. Now get back to your seat please".
Andrew felt conned out of something amazing happening and stormed back to his seat, his belly sticking
outwards as he sat down, a perfect place to balance his folded arms on. The man beside him shuffled out of his
way slightly, not being able to get the image of his exploits out of his mind. "Can you believe that bitch?
Making me get up there and embarrassing myself, only to be told she can't do anything. She's able to turn a
chicken back into a baby but she can't grow my hair back. What a rip".
The man was stunned at his change in demeanour. He turned to Andrew and said "You mean you don't remember what
happened up there? You were a 13 year old and she made you older, and some poor man so young he
disappeared..."
Andrew eyed the man and said "You mean I was a teenager who wanted to be middle-aged? To be bald and fat? I
certainly wouldn't of rushed to get this body. Besides, that sounds like the sort of thing I wouldn't forget".
The man sighed and said "I wish I could forget...". Andrew thought about what he said. Could he really of been
13 earlier? But he could remember his whole life up to this point. Surely the woman wasn't powerful enough to
change reality itself. He needed to smoke but he didn't want to miss the show. Instead, he stroked his beard
to calm down his thoughts and watched as she brought on the next audience member.