The Anniversary

Chapter 1
The Anniversary

Chapter Description: John is preparing for a great night of passion with his girlfriend. Wine, roses, candles, the whole nine yards. He even buys a new lotion to help make him feel younger. Little does he know that too much of the stuff can have...side effects.

John moved swiftly from side to side inside the bedroom as he carefully placed scented candles and rose petals in precise locations. Everything had to be perfect he told himself, as he constantly reexamined the look of the room. The mood had to be just right. After all, it was a very special day. He had first met Julie five years ago today at the local karaoke bar downtown, and ever since that day the two had been blissfully in love. The two hardly ever argued, and it was thought among most of their friends that they would on day marry. And now, five years later, John wanted this day to be special for both of them. He had taken the day off, gone out and bought her favorite wine (which was now chilled by the bed), and spent the rest of the day decorating the room. Now, finally satisfied, the room looked perfect. Even now he could feel the mood emanating off of every surface. All he had to do was wait for Julie to get home.

Checking his watch, he saw that she’d be home soon. Rushing to the bathroom, he double checked his own appearance and brushed his teeth for the second time that day. It was only then as he gargled with mouthwash that he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the small-unlabeled bottle sitting on the edge of the sink. He held it in his hands, examining it intently. He had bought it earlier that day while he was out buying the wine and roses. Near the wine store, there had been this old looking woman with a roadside stand step up. Curious, John and walked over simply to check it out.

“Good morning sir,” the old woman croaked as he approached. She looked very old and dressed very oddly. Her head was wrapped in bandana and her ears and hands decorated with an ungodly amount of jewelry. Her hair draped itself almost down her entire back and was a deep shade of gray. And her skin was so wrinkled it looked as if the skin was barely clinging to her skull. She almost looked like a traveling gypsy.

“Do you see anything you like?” she asked with great enthusiasm. John looked over the various bottles and saucers. As he looked, he was confused because none were labeled with a description or even a price.

“What are they?” he asked. The old woman smiled mischievous, as if she had expected the answer and rehearsed her reply.

“Why these are my very own supply of creams and body lotions. Made them myself, and they can do anything,” she exclaimed. She pulled a random bottle toward her. “This one for example is a guaranteed way to get rid of acne. Or this one will give you the smoothest skin you ever had.” On and on she went, pulling bottle after bottle and telling John about its contents. He thought she was overselling it a tad, but he listened to her all the same.

“But something tells me your looking for something…special. I sense that this is a special day for you.” John rolled his eyes. Of course she’d guess that. He was after all carrying a bouquet of roses and a bottle of very expensive wine in his arms. “Date?”

“Anniversary,” John answered.

“Well then,” the woman said with delight, “I have just the thing.” She reached from behind the counter and pulled out a bottle John hadn’t seen displayed. It was a very plain bottle; nothing special about it. Even the cream inside was a simple, plain white. But the woman held it as though it were a rare and valuable gemstone.

“What is it?” John asked.

“This,” the woman began, “Is my Youth Cream. Just rubbed it on your body, and you’ll feel twice as young. Good for improving…performance, if you know what I mean.” She added a sly wink toward the last part of her statement. And John was sold. That was the key to this whole day. He had planned to give Julie and night of passion unlike any they’d ever had. And this was just what he needed. After he paid and bagged the bottle, before he walked away the woman added, “Now be careful not to use too much at once. There can be side effects.”

Now, as he held the bottle in his hand, he imagined the effects it would have on him. He squeezed a small amount and rubbed in over his chest. The effect was almost instantaneous. He felt energized and hornier than he had in years.

“Wow,” he said aloud, unable to contain himself, “If just a small amount did that…then what would more do.” He then squeezed out more and more, rubbing it over every inch of his frame. As he did so, he heard the woman’s warning playback inside his head, but he ignored. He’d handle the side effects later when they came. Besides, they couldn’t possibly be that bad anyway, so what was the harm? Finally, when he was done, the bottle was nearly empty, and he felt so energized he could hardly sit still. There was a knock on the door, and he heard the unmistakable sound of a deadbolt unlocking.

“Honey, I’m home,” called Julie from downstairs. Forgetting all pretenses of being subtle, John rushed down stairs to meet his girlfriend. You would not believe the day I’ve had. At one point I –”

But he never found out. As soon as he reached her, he planted a kiss on her so passionate and unexpected she didn’t know what to do. They stayed that way a moment, kissing each other so deeply they both felt like they were flying.

“What was that all about?” she asked after they finally broke apart, “And you look different somehow.” John didn’t answer her. He simply picked her up, carried her up the stairs, and plopped her down on the bed, listening to her giggles all the while. He loved the sound of her laughter. He loved how she felt in his arms. He loved everything about her. Before she could speak again, he planted another kiss on her, and soon, they were both lost in the heat of lovemaking.

First, they were simply kissing each other. Sometimes they switched to kiss the persons ear, a turn on for them both. Then, not after too long, they both began to undress the other. Slowly they stripped their clothes away until they were both naked. John then began to kiss every inch of her bare, beautiful skin. Her neck, then her breast, then her stomach, then her legs, and finally her “special” place. And she was completely his. She was lost in the moment so deeply her eyes were shut tight. After a while, he could wait no longer. His penis fully erect, he slowly guided himself into her. As the two lovers joined as one, Julie gave a soft moan of pleasure. That was what turned John on the most. Her cries were so intoxicating. Slowly he began to move in and out, letting the rhythm of sex flow. Slow at first, than faster and faster. And her moans and cries grew louder and louder. It was at this point he felt a tingling feeling run throughout his whole body. At first he paid it no mind. But then, something felt weird.

He didn’t know what it was at first, but something felt off. Then, Julie’s moans and cries began to grow quieter. Then, she didn’t moan at all. It didn’t make any sense. He was still pleasuring her. So then why was she breathing exhausted breaths like they had stopped.

“Wh-Why…,” she began, “Why did…did you stop?” Something was odd. Though his cock was still inside her, it no longer felt as tight as it had moments ago. Now, it felt like his dick were in a cavernous space. And he still had that tingling feeling, only now it was becoming much more pronounced

“What?” he asked, “I didn’t stop.”

“Then why can’t I feel anything?” Julie opened her eyes, and suddenly gave a loud shriek. She pushed John back off her and onto the other side of the bed.

“What was that for?” he asked outraged, temporarily forgetting the tingling sensation.

“Who-who are you?”

“It’s me…you’re boyfriend,” John told her, thoroughly confused at why she was reacting like this. Julie just glared at him.

“Liar! You’re just some perverted kid! Is this John’s idea of a joke because it’s not funny!”

Perverted kid? What did she mean? Finally, turning his head in confusion, John’s sight reached the full-length mirror in the room. Staring back at him wasn’t the 30 year old man he expected, but instead a young man of 16 or 17. John stood up, examining his body. His muscles were far less defined, his pubic hair much thinner, and his penis (which was still erect) not nearly as long as before. In fact, it looked out of proportion with his teenage body.

“What…what’s happening to me?” he asked his reflection. John felt a sudden surge of tingling and looked down in horror. He watched as his once large penis began to shrink again. It grew smaller and smaller before his eyes until it was lost in the bush of his pubic hair. John was so frightened he had to feel to make sure it was there. This was no comfort. Although he confirmed it was still there, it made him realize how small it was. Then, he felt another tingle, and the saw his pubes recede back within his skin. Finally, his crotch was completely hairless, revealing his tiny penis to the world.

He turned to face Julie, silently begging for help. But she had seen everything happen in the mirror reflection, and was now gapping at him in dumbfounded shock. He looked back down at himself. His balls were almost nonexistent, and his penis was about the size of a little boys wee-wee. He lifted a finger and went to touch it, but the moment he did, the shaft skin began to creep up toward the tip until he was no longer circumcised. He looked up at Julie, tears forming in his eyes. He followed Julie’s gazed and realized she was staring directly at his now miniscule penis. Embarrassed and not wanting her to see him that tiny, he quickly cupped his hands over his privates. He could feel his own face blushing wildly, and he could see the horror on Julie’s face at the sight of the small teenager that had so recently given her such pleasure as a man. And he could tell by the look on her face she wanted nothing to do with his tiny privates as they were now.

“Help me,” he peeped. Forgetting his modesty, he ran his hands over his mouth in newfound terror. His voice has just cracked, which it hadn’t done since he’d starting going through puberty. He turned back to face himself in the mirror. Now looking back at him was a young boy of 12 or 13. As he watched, he saw the rest of his body hair and muscles melt back into his skin, leaving behind a skinny, gangly little boy instead of a young man. And he was growing younger and shorter by the second. 11…10…9…8. He racked his brain for some kind of solution to the problem. But the more he watched his body fall backwards through time, the harder it became to think properly. Suddenly, he realized what the problem was.

The lotion!

He bolted for the bathroom, hating the feeling of his young boyhood bouncing up and down between his scrawny legs. But by the time he reached the bathroom, he had shrunk to the point where he was too small to reach it on the back of the sink. Desperately he tried to grab for what he thought was his salvation from his predicament, but no matter what he tried he could not reach it. Finally giving up, he ran back into the bedroom, trying to think of something else to save himself. As he stood in the full-length mirror, he saw that now he looked to be about 5 years old. His arms and legs were now no longer skinny, but pudgy with baby fat. And his tummy stuck out far enough that when he looked down it blocked his hairless penis. He’d forgotten how chubby he’d been when he was younger. The tears getting harder to hold back now. What was he going to do?

Suddenly, John felt a warm rush of liquid escape his crotch and saw within the reflection that he was wetting himself. It was then he realized that it had taken his parents much longer to potty train him. Even into the first grade he had to still wear pull-up diapers, much to the amusement of his classmates. Plagued with this memory, John could no longer keep his emotions held in and began crying freely.

He turned to face Julie, who was still sitting naked on the bed, paralyzed with shock, but looked at him with a measure of awe. She was his only hope now. With much struggle, he managed to pull himself up onto the bed just as he regressed to a 4 year old.

“Juwee…hewp me,” he grabbled. He crawled toward her, praying she’d do something. But as he grew closer, he began to focus much more on her breast. Those firm, perky boobies. Looking at them made him stop and stare in wonder. Seeing them made him hunger somehow, and he felt an irresistible urge to suck on them. As he fall backwards through ages 3 and then 2, he reached up to try and touch them, but quickly lost his balance and fell onto his back. Kicking and wailing his arms, he stared up at the ceiling, now realizing how hopeless it all was.

“Mommy! I want mommy,” was the last words he was able to utter before he finally turned into a 1 year-old baby boy and lost his ability to speak. Then the tingling stopped. As he lay there kicking and screaming, he caught a quick glance at himself in the mirror. He looked every bit the baby he now was. Just a naked infant throwing a tantrum. And his penis, the part of his body to which he was so proud was now nothing to be proud of anymore. Unable to deal with the image he was seeing, he did the only thing that now made sense to him. He began to cry louder.

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Julie waited for days, thinking that maybe John would return to normal. But days so turned into months, and after a while, she accepted the fact that John was not going to return to his old self. The only way for him to do that was to grow up again like any other little boy. So after the incident, Julie took time of from work, disappeared from her friends and family or 9-months, and paid someone to help create the fake documents needed for John’s new life. Soon, it was as if John-John (his new name) was simply Julie’s son. Julie never realized what had happened. She threw away the lotion bottle as garbage, because John had evidently used the entire bottle, and she never new of the old woman he had bought it from. Of course, even if she did, the woman had packed up her roadside stall and moved on the very next day.

John at times showed signed he still remembered his old life, because he always had a tantrum or would get fussy when Julie breastfed him, changed his diaper, or even gave him a bath. He seemed most embarrassed about his smaller penis, because when Julie went to clean it was when his tantrums where the worst. Though when she touched it, he was sometimes very subdued. She even at times caught him playing with himself now. At times like this, she just shocked her head, smiled, and thought:

Same old John.

She had painted the story that John had left her once she had gotten pregnant. Unfortunately, this had the adverse affect of making all those who had once liked John turn on him. But it didn’t matter to Julie. John would never hear them speak such slander, and all that mattered to Julie was that she loved him. Though she would always love the man John, who had given her such joy, she would have to love John now in a different sense.

Now, she would love him as his new mommy.