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Chapter 1
for want of a surge protector...

for want of a surge protector...

Its important to have a rich fantasy life. How lucky we are to live in the computer age. It really wasn’t that long ago that, well, if you wanted to read a story, it had to be a book or magazine article. Not that those are bad things. Quite the contrary. But back in the bad old days there were no internet forums where people could have so free an exchange of ideas. One can indulge in any aspect of fantasy, and in this big wild world find some others who share that fantasy. Maybe even find discussion groups, forums, story archives and image files that deal with it. Imagine the world without an internet. I spend so much time on the computer, I certainly can’t, even given the fact that at 40 years old I sort of grew up with it.

Back in the bad old days if I wanted to get a dose of age regression, I would basically be shit out of luck. I was an avid reader of comic books and own thousands of them, and I guess that was the best source. I can vividly recall an X-Men where psylocke gets regressed, another when the whole team gets it. There were some great Legion of Superheroes books with Glorinth, this real hottie who seems to get off by regressing the team whenever she can. I can understand the ’getting off’ part. Even as a kid, I remember this lost in space episode , a twilight zone or two,star trek animated series, etc. But was there somewhere that I could go everyday and maybe find a new story specifically dealing with age regression? No way.

I guess my wife sort of suspects my habits to some extent, but she is not real clued into the internet. During lovemaking I love to suck her breasts, call her mommy, etc. She calls me her baby or little boy. Beyond that she doesn’t know about the stories, she doesn’t know about the images or the morphs. She doesn’t know how much of my fantasy life involves age regression, and maybe thats a good thing. I try to keep nothing on my computer for long to prevent her from accidentally fiding anything. I try to wipe my surfing trail clean after I’m online. I think she would think this hobby of mine is perverted. I try to keep track of when she won’t be home to be online.

My wife Ally is a beautiful, intellegent woman. She has beautiful blue eyes and blond hair, and a taught lovely body that she keeps in shape by regular visits to the gym. She’s very tall, and at 6 feet is a little taller than me. She works as a research biologist, and sometimes keeps long hours. One night she was at work late as usual and I was on one of the sites I frequent, the Electric Morph Gallery. I was viewing one of the new movies of a young man being regressed, I think into a little girl. It was fascinating, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it when she startled me from behind.

"What in the hell is that!" she exclaimed. "Child pornography!!"

"Um, no, its just some animation.. I didn’t hear you come in Ally," I stammered .

"So I gather. I’m working late, and what do you do? Clean up a little? Do the dishes? No, you’re into kiddie porn on the net! I can’t believe this. Look Peter, you could be out there working a little harder, getting a better job. Is this what you waste your time with when I’m not here?" She said, perturbed. I could tell she had a hard day, then had to drive home in the rain. She was frustrated. I heard thunder off in the distance.

"I do other things too. And I told you, its not porn, its art. And I like it and it doesn’t hurt anyone, so what’s the big deal?" I said, defensively.

"I swear you are such a child. Look Peter, you are a grown man, I really think its time you acted like one and used your time more productively. Instead of doing this crap, you could be figuring a way out of your dead end job and maybe I wouldn’t be the only one who really supports us," she replied. Thunder outside, a little louder now. If she thought she was going to attack my male ego, it would do her no good. I liked my dead end job. Working at the video store was very low pressure and gave me some free time.

"I am not a child Ally, I...." I started, when I guess the house was struck by lightening. My hands were on the keyboard at the time and I felt the shock come right through. The screen flickered and went out (I guess thats why people use surge protectors, I should have gotten one of those). I was thrown back in my chair and almost blacked out.

"Peter....Peter!" Ally was shaking me, trying to rouse me.

"I’m ...I’m ok," I heard myself say. But in truth I felt a little dizzy. Well, Ally got her wish, I wasn’t online anymore. "I’ve never been struck by lightening before! Wild!"

"Yeah, thank God you’re alright! Look Peter, I’ve had a hard day, I’m sorry I came down on you so hard. Let’s go upstairs and get ready for bed." she said. We went up and I stripped down to my underwear, and she put on a nightie. We lied down and turned on the tv, our usual routine. I felt strangely energized...and horny! Like I said, Ally is a very beautiful woman, and looking at her lying next to me in her sexy nightie, and her soft silky panties was really getting me excited. I inched closer to her and snuggled against her. She kissed me. "Oh, is someone frisky?" she said playfully. In response I kissed her nipple through the gauze nightie and put my hand between her legs, massaging her. She giggled, and we turned off the tv and made love. It was very nice. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning I got up feeling very refreshed. Now, usually it takes me about 4 cups of coffe to rouse myself, but that wasn’t the case today. I showered and shaved, and looking at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good for a guy my age. And those days at the gym were really paying off. No flab at all. I dressed and went downstairs to make coffee. Ally came down in her bathrobe. I poured her some coffee.

"Wow, you were a wild man last night!" she purred. "Is that a new shirt? It looks great." She kissed me.

"No, its just a regular shirt," I kissed her back. "You look great too," I said, which was no lie. She’s lovely even right when she wakes up, which is by no means any small feat. "what does your day look like today?" I asked.

"More of the same, I’ll try to get home a little earlier but sometimes my projects kind of take a while to pack up for the day," she explained. "I don’t have regular hours like you do."

"I know, I have the perfect job," I joked. "Should I ask if they have any openings for you...," which was greeted by being hit in the head with a crumpled up napkin. We laughed.

"No thanks, too much stress," she said. "Maybe we can have some more ...fun..tonight," she said, as I felt her foot under the table brushing against my leg. God, she was so sexy!

"Why wait all that time," I answered, kisseing her and gently squeezing her breasts. I started kissing her neck. "Come, lets go upstairs for an eye opener!" I said.

"Why Peter, you bad boy, this is no way for a boring married couple to act! Whats come over you?" she said, kissing me back.

"I dunno, but if you have better things to do..." I started.

"No way, I’m gonna strike while the iron’s hot!" and we raced upstairs and had very passionate sex. I was so worked up I was half tempted to hang for a while and go at it again, but it would make us late for work. "I swear Peter, you haven’t been this hungry for me in years! I like it!" She said, kissing me.

"Can I help it if I appriciate my beautiful wife? I love you Ally. See you after work," I said, leaving.

"Bye lover," she said, as she watched him leave. "Wow," she thought, "Thats more sex than we’ve had in two days in a long time, not that I’m complaining." She dressed, and went to work.

I got to the Video store on time and went in. As you can well imagine, I am by at least 20 years the oldest employee. I certainly raised some eyebrows even applying for the job. The pay really sucks but the hours are great, and there is no pressure at all. My co-workers were all good kids, the turnover is pretty high with new people starting every summer during break from school and leaving in the fall, leaving seasoned vets like myself behind. I was working the desk today with Melissa, a pretty 19 year old college student. She just finished her freshman year and was majoring in English Literature, something I knew absolutely nothing about. She stood about 5’6, with a cute body and modest sized B-cup breasts. We got along pretty well. I thought she was more interesting than the usual summer fare, and she didn’t treat me like too much of a geezer. "Hi Mel," I said, coming behind the counter.

"Hi yourself," she said, kind of eyeballing me. "Look at you, Peter, you are rather aglow this fine day," she smiled. "You have the look in your eye of guilty pleasure."

"Pleasure yes, guilty no (its no crime to have sex with your wife, even if you rarely do it in the morning...ha ha....’eye-opener’..ha). Its all quite legal my dear, I assure you," I said winking at her.

She laughed. "I just bet it is. You can’t fool me mister, you’ve been having sex!" to which I laughed.

"Ok, ok I give up! I’ve been having sex with my wife! Guilty as charged," I smiled, looking at her. I never really noticed before just how cute Melissa is. I bet she knows how to have a good time. But I’m a happily married man and plan to stay that way. I admired her tight round ass as she turned to take some tapes back to their shelves. What a cutie. When she was done she came back, and we sat there talking in the early day, waiting for customers.

"You know Peter, you look really good lately. I mean aside from the glow. You’ve obviiously been working out," she said with a little lilt in her voice.

"Why thank you. I guess I’m not bad for an old guy," I said.

"You’re not an old guy," Melissa said.

"Older than you," I responded.

"Yeah, but really how old could you be?" she asked.

"40," I said.

Melissa stared at me. "I don’t believe it. What are you just saying that to play with my head?" she said, unbelieving.

"You’re very sweet, but I’m 40. How old do I look to you?" I asked.

"You look like you’re about 30," she said without hesitation. That puffed out my chest and made me feel good.

"Now who’s playing with whose head? I guess when you’re a kid, all us guys in the 30 - 40 range look about the same," I offered.

"Maybe," and she leaned over and whispered to me, "Too bad you’re married."

"Why Melissa, are you coming on to me? " I said, half amused and more than half aroused. To that, she just smiled. Then customers came in, and we said no more about it. I worked the rest of the day and came home. I turned on my computer, which to my relief still worked, and looked on the Archive to see if there were any new stories. Been kind of thin there of late. And I checked out the other usual haunts, the sites with the pictures of children and babies with goofy or distraught looks in their eyes and the accompanying explanatory viniette. The sites with the morphs, and of course the site with transgendered stuff which, although I’m not into that sort of thing per se,is very well organized and you can run down stories based on character age. I tried to listen for Ally this time, and when she came in I quickly switched to cnn.com...the perfect crime! "Hiya hon, I said."

"Hi Peter," she said. Boy, that was a long day for me." She looked at me and smirked. "How was your day? Anything interesting happen?"

"Why yes! Someone brought a tape back that...get this....was from another store! Now what are the chances of that happening!" I said with mock astonishment. Ally just stared at me.

"Well, it doesn’t seem to be doing you any harm," she paused, and looked at me again. She put down her purse and walked over to me and looked at my face very closely. "Hmmm...you know Peter, its kind of funny but I guess having a low stress job does keep you healthy. I mean, look at me. I’m 39 years old, and I look it..."

Years of marriage prepared me to give the appropriate response to that statement. Kind of like the ’do I look fat’ progression or the always difficult ’do you like the chicken better the way it is tonight or the way I usally make it’ dinner trap. Those unmarrieds out there may not appriciate that although these and other similar questions have no right answer, they most certainly do have wrong answers. "You don’t look a day over 35," I said.

"Let me finish Peter. Maybe I look like a 39 year old woman who looks 35, but you...you look like a...a.."

"Well?" I asked.

"Ok then a 30 year old. Maybe not even 30 year old. And I don’t mean that you look like a 40 year old guy who looks 30. You look like you are really 30," she paused," I mean, you did have some gray hair Peter, and it was getting kind of thin. And you did have a few wrinkles, when you laugh around your eyes. Where are they now? Have you been using that "Just for Men" stuff? Are you getting botox injections? What is it you have been doing?"

"Just for Men...you mean that hair spraypaint? I’d sooner go to Maaco. And no, I don’t get botox." I looked at my computer. "I just spend a lot of time on the computer, work an easy job, and have sex with my wife as much as I can!" and I went to kiss her.

"Hey, wait, I mean it Peter!" she pushed me away. "Come look in the mirror!" and I followed her into the bathroom. I looked at my reflection. "See?" she asked.

Actually, I did see. It was my reflection, albeit a vintage one. I looked younger. No joke, like I did when i was 29 or 30. Less lines of worry, much thicker hair, less flabby even though I wasn’t flabby to begin with. "Wow." I said. I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. "Wow," I repeated. Alley sat down next to me.

"Yeah. Wow. I just don’t get it." The scientist in her began to come out. "We must think! You must have done something, been exposed to something, or...or something! There must be some rational explanation." she muttered.

"Isn’t this the part where you tell me that you’re working on some sort of experimental regression formula at work, that you either exposed me to it accidentally, or maybe on purpose to ’teach me a lesson’ over some supposed transgression," I really knew a lot about this sort of thing. A set up, really...a research biologist...like I didn’t see THAT coming.

"What in the hell are you talking about Peter! I’m serious here. I’m not working on any top secret regression formulas at work, I’m working on newer, better insecticide that won’t harm plants! I have nothing to do with this! Think! There must be an explanation that is scientifically feasible," she said.

"Ok. Hmmm....when did we first notice anything odd," I thought.

"My vote is for the return of your sex drive! How bout then," Ally said, laughing.

"Ok...lets see...I was online, you came home, we went upstairs and screwed after...after," I thought. "I have it. After I was struck by lightening. Remember the Flash? Lightening hit him and electrified the chemicals, and he became the Flash. Now, I was online...no surge protector (duuuuuuh!), and was hit!" I said proudly.

"Hey, remember that weird perv site you were looking at when it happened? Electric something or other," she started.

"I told you, its ART," I said defensively.

"Yeah, with the guy turning into a little girl, that little movie you were watching right when you got struck," she said.

"Yes, that’s plausible..... What are you crazy?! I think you cooked something up at work, and slipped it to me!" I said.

"Well I say that it was getting hit by lightening through your computer while viewing an age regression ’morph’, or whatever you call them." Ally shot back, sort of playfully.

"Was not!" I said.

"Was too!" she said, and we started sort of pushing each other, then we started kissing, and I started kissing her and almost tore off her clothes, and she tore off mine. And we went at it with lust and gusto, and I had to admit, I felt like my sex drive was as intense as it ever was. And after we climaxed, we laid there, with a smoke. And after 20 minutes, we went at it again. And after and hour, a third time, and we finally fell asleep, exhausted.

The next day, well, I was still refreshed. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Yep, reflection still vintage. I woke Ally up for my pre coffee eye opener, after which she purred that she could easily get used to this. Then I took a shower and got ready for work. I really felt great. I mean, when you’re 40, you feel like you did when you were thirty....at least that’s what you tell yourself. But I have the advantage of true comparison, and I guarantee you this...30 feels better! I made coffee for me and Ally, and she came downstairs and sat with me.

"Morning again, lover," she said, kissing me. I gave her the coffee. She looked at me," I almost want to keep you home so no young hottie steals you!" she said.

"Come on, who would want me," I asked.

"Me for one," Ally said. She looked at me. "You look great, it makes me feel so old!"

"You’re not old," I said.

"Its you who isn’t old. You look younger than yesterday, like maybe 25," she said.

"Ha ha, i bet. You’re just trying to get into my pants. Want to do it again?" I kissed her. She had a sort of worried look in her eyes.

"Peter! You devil! We’ll have to wait until tonight, I have to go to work! Now you behave yourself," she said, kissing me. I kissed her back and went into work.

Melissa was there when I got in. "Hey, Peter...you have that glow again, you dog!" she teased, smiling. I smiled back at her. She looked really cute today. She wore very little makeup, and had her hair back in a ponytail. She brushed my side as she reached for a tape, and I could smell her perfume, a light airy scent.. Her proximity made me hard, and I had to adjust myself a little, hoping she didn’t see. She had a glint in her eye, looked at the bulge in my pants, and smiled again.

"Um, er you have a glow too pretty girl," I stammered, and blushed a little.

""I don’t know what it is about you Peter. You look, I don’t know, different than you did yesterday. If I just met you I would not even think you were 30, but that you just finished college." She winked. "What’s your secret?"

"I have no secrets Mel, but I think you’re very sweet. Maybe....maybe do you want to get a drink or something after work?" I asked.

"Why Peter, what would your wife say?" she asked, feigning shock.

"She doesn’t come home until late. Besides, its just a drink, I promise," I said.

"Ok, I trust you Peter," she said. We better get to work, customers here." And people started to trickle in. It was kind of rainy out, the kind of day that makes people want to come in and rent tapes and dvds. And man, were some cute girls there today. Mostly high school age, but for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I was helping one girl, a pretty blond about 15, find a tape. She was very friendly, and it seemed like she was flirting with me. She picked out a video and said "I’ll take this one.." she looked at my name badge, "...Peter. When is it due? she smiled.

"Um...uh 3...3 days," I blurted out. She giggled. God, I was actually a little tounge tied around her, I couldn’t believe it. What was wrong with me.

"Want to watch it with me...later?" she was so cute!

"Um, i...i can’t uh..."

"Mindy," she said. "I don’t remember seeing you here before Peter."

"I’ve been here for a while.I can’t Mindy, I have to get home, um...after work.....maybe...maybe some other time," I blushed. Mindy paid for the tape, glanced at me again and left.

"Isn’t she a little young for you romeo?" Melissa said.

"Come on, Mel, we were...we were just flirting, you know how it is. Besides, you’re too young for me too." I said, no longer believing it.

"Uh huh," Melissa said. "Well, next shift is here. Still want to get that drink Peter?" She asked.

I smiled, "Sure," I said, and we left.

I felt like I was on a date, which was weird because being married I haven’t dated for years. We got to the pub, and Mel got carded which isn’t surprising, but so did I. God, I guess I was starting to look young. Anyway, I had an ID of course and Mel talked her way in. We had some shots, and talked. I felt very natural with Mel, and was getting a buzz on.

"Peter, you have to tell me what’s going on, I just can’t stand it. Truth now...are you getting younger?" she asked. I was taken aback, and I leveled with her that yes, I thought I was, and not, I wasn’t sure why or how, but it seemed to be happening. She listened to my story with fascination, and finally said "well, I must say I approve so far," with that, she leaned over and kissed me, and pressed her body against me. I felt her soft breast against my chest, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her tongue in my mouth. I pulled away.

"Um, wow look...look at the time. Ally will be home soon. I have to go Mel," I stammered.

She smiled at me. "See you tomorrow," she said, and we went our separate ways.

Luckily when I got home Ally wasn’t there yet. I settled down in front of the computer but was only on for a short while when she came home. She kind of cautiously came in the room. "Hi Peter," she said, looking closely at me. I blushed a little, and looking at her I felt strange, like she was an older exotic woman way out of my league.

"Um..Hi...hi honey," I managed to get out. I blushed again. She smiled softly and giggled.

"I do believe I make you a little nervous young man, don’t I," she said. "Don’t worry, I won’t bite," she laughed. "My Peter, I can see its been a long day for you."

"What...what do you mean by that," did she know I was out with Ally?!

"Well, you go to work a 25 year old, and you come home at..." she looked at me, and thought for a moment, " maybe ....20."

"No way," I said feebly.

"Way," she laughed, and kissed me. "No one would think you could possibly be my husband, but instead, you must be my young lover," she laughed again, and I kissed her passionately, if a little drunkenly. Hello Mrs Robinson! Was she trying to seduce me? "Maybe we should enroll you in college!" she said, and I kissed her again. We raced upstairs to bed, she took off her dress, and I took off my clothes down to my underwear. She had on a lace white bra and panties....she looked like a victoria secret model. I got so hard, and we laid down. I started kissing her breasts, and released them from their silky prison, sucking them, my hand between her legs and finding her moistness and then, something I hadn’t done in years....I came before I closed the deal. "Ooops," I said, really embarressed. She smiled.

"How cute, you got excited by lil ol me? I may just be too much woman for you now Peter," she laughed. I felt very self conscious and a part of me thought that yeah, maybe she was. Ally seemed very imposing to me now. I tried to snap out of it.

"Just...just you wait, give me 20 minutes, and I’ll be ready again!" and true to my word, I was. And this time I held out, hard as it was.

The next morning I woke to Ally nudging me. "Peter, you’ll be late for work," she said. I rooled over in bed, and started kissing her, ready for my new morning routine, and I heard her giggling. "Peter, I don’t think we should," but I didn’t listen and already had my hand between her legs, trying to ease off her panties. Her hand gently pushed me away and she looked into my eyes. "I don’t think we should," she repeated, getting out of bed.

"But why," I asked, standing up, and Ally seemed just a little bit taller than I remember. She kissed my cheek.

"It wouldn’t be right. you’re...you’re..um..." and she led me into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror. I almost felt like crying. Ally hugged me. "Shhh,, its ok Peter, we’ll get through this. I think for now, though, we can’t live like husband and wife," she said.

"How about, guy and older girlfriend," I offered.

"I think you’re about 17 years old Peter. Maybe only 16. By the end of the day, who knows? I don’t think you should go into work today, why don’t you call in sick.Its ok baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll stay home too" she said, and kissed my cheek again.

to be continued

 

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