Unbirthing Stories: 5 Twisted Tales of Age Regression Read online

  UNBIRTHING STORIES:

  5 TWISTED TALES OF AGE REGRESSION

  by Susan Donym

  This original work of fiction is copyright 2014 by Susan Donym.

  Cover image by Lillian Vasquez, used courtesy of a Creative Commons 2.0 License.

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

  Fred and Melissa had been fighting a lot lately. When they'd gotten married back in Kansas, Melissa had been good, quiet woman who knew her place in the household. She was meek and subservient, she kept herself pretty, she cleaned the house, and she had sex whenever Fred wanted. Life was good.

  But ever since they'd moved to San Francisco, Melissa had changed. She'd hooked up with a gaggle of hippie chicks who were into witchcraft and spells and junk like that. They'd filled Melissa's head with all kinds of feminist nonsense and now she constantly questioned Fred's authority.

  Fred had been raised to believe that divorce was wrong, but lately he'd begun to wonder if their marriage could survive.

  One Monday morning they had a particularly nasty fight about the money Melissa had been spending lately on potions and tarot cards and the like. Fred was grumpy all day at work, and he imagined that when he got home the house would be empty again and Melissa would have gone off to yet another meeting of her dopey coven. He'd have to make his own dinner, and Melissa would probably get home just as he was getting ready for bed.

  So Fred was quite surprised that night when he came home and Melissa was waiting for him in a sheer negligee. He was even more surprised when she threw her arms around him and wished him a happy birthday.

  "Melissa, what are you talking about? This isn't my birthday."

  "Oh, yes it is! I got you a present. Well, actually it's a present for both of us."

  She handed him a long, thin box, the kind a wristwatch would come in. He popped it open, but instead of the watch he was expecting, he found a pinkish, rubbery cord that almost looked like some kind of meat. Disgusted, he looked over at Melissa for an explanation. She smiled at him prettily.

  "One of the sisters in my coven gave it to me. As soon as she told me about it, I knew it would be perfect for us."

  He lifted the thing out of its box and stretched it to its full length, about three feet. It was warm and slimy in his hands.

  "What the heck is it?"

  "You'll find out soon enough," Melissa said with a seductive wink. "Now come on, let's go to the bedroom. I can't wait to try this out!"

  Before Fred could ask any more questions, Melissa took one of his hands and dragged him into their bedroom. When they got there she pushed him down onto the bed and began to speedily, carelessly unbutton his shirt. One of his buttons flew off, landing with a clatter in a corner of the room.

  "Hey," he groused. "Careful, I need this shirt for work!"

  "None of that matters, baby. Come on, the pants, too!"

  She pounced on his zipper and within seconds she'd stripped the pants off his legs. Then she grabbed his briefs and without a word yanked them away, leaving Fred naked on the bed. She stood above him, breathing heavily, a wicked grin on her flushed face. He couldn't remember seeing her this turned on in years. She held out her hand.

  "Give me the cord."

  Fred looked down at the fleshy tube in his own hand. He'd forgotten he was carrying it. He handed it to Melissa, glad to be rid of the thing.

  With her free hand Melissa reached down and slipped off her panties. She was now nude beneath her flimsy negligee, and Fred gazed longingly at her pale, slim body. She was so delicate, with her girlish hips and barely-there breasts. It was funny to think that such a frail-looking creature would ever challenge his right to rule their home.

  As Fred watched, Melissa took one end of the fleshy cord and put it between her legs. Then she inserted it in her vagina with a loud gasp. The obscene thing hung down between her thighs, pulsing faintly.

  "Wow," she said. "It's working! I can feel it working its way up inside me! It's connecting!"

  Fred sat up, horrified.

  "Connecting to what? What the heck are you doing with that crazy thing? I don't like it, it looks unnatural."

  "Oh, it's very natural, I assure you. It's the most natural thing in the world. Now lie back, it's your turn."

  She leaned forward, holding the other end of the cord out toward him. He recoiled.

  "Hey, hang on! What are you gonna do with that thing?"

  "I'm going to connect us, baby. Hold still."

  "Connect us? What are you talking about? Keep that thing away from me!"

  Fred put his hands over his crotch, trying to protect himself from whatever kind of connection Melissa had in mind. She surprised him, however, by going right for his stomach, sticking the cord into his belly button. There was a horrible, wet wiggling in his navel, then his guts began to churn. He reached down to pull the cord out, but found that he couldn't. It was attached to his body as if he'd been born with it.

  "Oh," Melissa moaned. "It's really happening now! I can feel it working inside us! Can you feel it?"

  Looking at the cord between them, Fred saw that it was gently throbbing. It looked like something was coursing through it, out of Melissa's body and into his. He was suddenly woozy, and he wondered if he was going to pass out. He gave a quick, violent tug on the cord, but it refused to budge. In a panic, he looked up at Melissa. There was nothing reassuring about her expression.

  "It's too late to fight it, baby. It's already begun."

  As he looked at her, he saw her breasts swelling within her negligee. They quickly bulged and fattened by several cup-sizes, their tips growing dark and pointy. Melissa looked down at them and laughed delightedly.

  "Look, the changes in my body have already begun! Of course, it's nothing compared to what's going to happen to you."

  "What? What do you mean? What's going to happen to me?"

  "Well, let's just say that it's no longer going to be an issue who is in charge around here. There's so much I love about you, but I couldn't bear your old-fashioned, chauvinistic attitudes. So, I've decided to start you over. I'm going to raise you to be a good little girl."

  Fred felt a strange tingling all over his body. Melissa observed him with keen interest.

  "Oh, my god! Freddie, it's starting! You're getting so cute!"

  Fred looked over at the full-length mirror across from their bed, and saw Melissa standing over a pale, scrawny teenage boy with a fleshy cord that extended from his belly up between Melissa's legs. The boy was looking at Fred with an expression of horror. Suddenly, the boy seemed to contract somehow, and within seconds he looked like he couldn't have been more than 11 or 12 years old.

  Fred looked down at himself and saw that he was rapidly withering away, getting smaller by the instant as Melissa seemed to enlarge before him. His limbs became steadily shorter and puffier as every trace of hair vanished from his body. Within seconds, he had the body of a toddler. He screamed, and his voice came out as a baby's cry. He tried to get up, but his limbs were so uncoordinated he could only flail them weakly about.

  "Just relax, sugar," Melissa picked him up easily, as if he was a loaf of bread. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Mommy will look after you now."

  He tried to speak, but it was hard to remember how to form words.

  Melissa snuggled him up against her large, cushy bosom. One of her stiff nipples pressed against his cheek, and he felt a horrible mix of anger, desire and infantile thirst.

  "Now, Freddie, don't look so glum. Mommy is doing you a favor. Soon you'll be safe and warm, tucked away inside me. You'll see, it's nice in there."

  Inside of her? Fred looked down a
t the pulsing umbilical cord and felt a wave of terror. She wasn't really going to take this that far, was she? Surely she was just trying to scare him, to teach him a lesson.

  "No," he squeaked, but with that word the power of speech seemed to completely desert him. It was as if his mouth was too small to squeeze out everything he wanted to say.

  "Yes," Melissa said. "In fact, you look just about ready."

  She climbed onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress, and set him down between her knees. Her suddenly gigantic body stretched out above him.

  She gingerly tucked most of the cord inside herself, then she picked him up and began to slip his little feet between the moist lips of her vagina. He tried to kick his way free, but could only manage to wiggle his legs slightly as they vanished within her.

  "Quit it," she giggled. "That tickles!"

  He felt himself sinking up to his waist, it was like being swallowed in warm quicksand. Every few seconds there would be a tug, and he would be drawn deeper inside. He was too weak to even scream, all he could do was whimper.

  "Shh, baby. Someday, years from now, you'll thank mommy for this."

  Suddenly he was in up to his neck. Melissa placed her hand gently on his scalp and gave him a little push. The next thing he knew he was in complete darkness, with something warm and wet pressed tight against every inch of his flesh. He felt himself being gently guided along by Melissa's muscles, settled into position within his wife's belly.

  He wanted to hold onto his anger for what Melissa had done to him, but somehow it was difficult to stay angry. He could hardly wait to see her pretty face again, to snuggle against her and take nourishment from her big, beautiful breasts. He knew the spell was working on his mind, making him think of Melissa as his mommy, but somehow it didn't matter anymore. It was so warm and comfortable inside of her. He almost wished he'd never have to leave.

  From very far away, he could just make out his mommy's voice singing to him.

  "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

  A BELLY FULL OF YOU

  It all started just after Todd left the house that morning.

  Everything seemed normal when he kissed his wife Susan goodbye and closed the front door behind him. But as he was walking out to his car, he saw a girl in a tight miniskirt walking her dog. He stopped, pretending to fumble with his car keys as he gazed appreciatively upon the girl's magnificent behind.

  But just then, he felt a funny kind of tickle all over his body.

  He ignored the feeling, but then when he got into his car he noticed that his sleeves looked a little long. They were dangling almost to his knuckles.

  On the drive to work he pulled up alongside a really sexy blonde who was fixing her makeup in her car's rear-view mirror. As he watched her run her lipstick around her full, pouty lips, he felt the strange tickle again.

  He wondered if he was getting sick or something, but then when he looked in his own rear view mirror, he saw that he looked better than he had in years, very well-rested and fit. He decided he had to just be imagining things.

  When he got to work his secretary Lola was wearing a skintight, tiny dress that really showed off her spectacular curves. They had a date to meet at their favorite hotel after work, and she was obviously trying to get him as crazy as possible to prepare him for the evening's delights.

  Normally he would have been delighted to see her, but as soon as he got one look at her at her desk he suddenly felt the weird tickle again, stronger than ever. He excused himself and ran off to his office.

  As soon as he sat down in his chair, Lola came in and closed the door behind her. Then she sat on his lap, her big, sweet ass pressed up against his throbbing groin, her cleavage against his chest. The tickle was beginning to feel more like a burning now, the sensation growing stronger every moment.

  "What's the matter, daddy?" Lola purred. "Aren't you happy to see your little girl?"

  "Of course. I'm just not feeling well."

  She looked at him carefully.

  "Huh. Actually, you don't look so great. You look thin. Did you lose weight?"

  "I don't think so. I just feel weird. I don't think I'll be able to make our date tonight."

  Lola stood up, both hands on her hips as she scowled down at him.

  "Again? This is all just an act, isn't it? I bet you're just faking because you're worried again about your damn wife finding out about us. I'm sick of this shit, Todd! When are you going to divorce that bitch so we can be together?"

  As Lola stood glowering at him, the burning began to lessen, much to Todd's relief.

  "Don't be silly, darling," he said, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Don't be silly. This has nothing to do with my wife. I just don't feel well, honestly."

  She looked at him closely.

  "Well, you really don't look well. I'd swear you've lost weight just since I came in here."

  She gave him a kiss on the forehead, and turned to go, but just before she left, she turned to face him with a naughty grin.

  "You're off the hook this time," she said. Then she raised her skirt and gave him a flash of her panties. "But here's a little something to let you know what you're missing!"

  Giggling, she left his office, but as she did Todd felt a brief surging of the burning tickle.

  Whatever was wrong, there was no way he could work like this. He decided to go home for the day.

  On the drive home, Todd got stuck behind a stalled truck at an intersection. As he waited for it to move, he saw a voluptuous girl in a very short, black dress walking along the street. She bent down to adjust the straps of her shoes, and as she did Todd was able to see right up her skirt.

  He sat there, transfixed by the sight of her little pink panties, hardly noticing the burning tingle all over his body until the truck in front of him finally moved. When it did, Todd glanced at himself in his rear-view mirror and saw a face he hadn't seen in decades. He looked about 16 years old.

  Todd raced home, trying not to look at any sexy girls along the way. He told himself that what he thought was happening couldn't really be happening. He wasn't really getting younger every time he became aroused! It was impossible!

  He pulled up in his driveway and ran inside, hoping none of the neighbors saw him. His suit was suddenly much too loose, it was hard to keep his shoes on and his pants were threatening to slide down between his ankles.

  "Suzie," he called in his suddenly adolescent voice. "Honey, where are you?"

  He heard her voice from the bedroom.

  "Back here, darling. What's the matter? You sound upset."

  He made his way toward their bedroom.

  "Something's happening to me, darling. Something really weird."

  As he entered the bedroom, he got quite a shock. Susan was standing there wearing a spectacular white bustier with sheer white stockings, stiletto heels and little white lace gloves. Her enormous breasts were pushed up and on display.

  In recent years, as a certain malaise had settled like a cloud over their marriage, Susan had taken to wearing baggy, frumpy clothing around the house. He'd forgotten just how incredibly sexy she really was, what a fantastic body she'd been hiding under those humdrum housewife clothes. Of course, now was hardly the time when he wanted to be reminded!

  As soon as he saw her, he felt the tickle beginning, the worst it had been all day.

  "Susan! I'm sorry, but I can't see you like this! I have to get out of here!"

  He turned to go, but suddenly Susan swept over to him and pinned him against the wall, her deep, inviting cleavage just beneath his chin. Her perfume was intoxicating.

  "Aww, what's the matter, little guy? Why don't you sit on Mama's lap, and tell her what's wrong?"

  "No, Susan, you don't understand! There's something weird going on! Every time I get horny, I..."

  Suddenly the tickle grew stronger, and the next thing he knew, instead of looking her in the eyes, he was at eye level with her breasts.

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nbsp; "Aww, look at the poor little man," she said, taking his hand. "Getting smaller and smaller. So tiny and helpless."

  She led him over to the bed and roughly pushed him down onto it. She loomed over him, suddenly looking like an amazon in his eyes, huge and powerful.

  "Susan," he gasped. "What's going on? Do you know something about why this is happening to me?"

  "Of course I do. I made it happen. I put a spell on you, so every time you thought about having sex with another woman, you'd get younger. And judging by how young you're getting, you must have been a very naughty boy today."