Mike's Story

Chapter 1
Mike's Story

The young couple lay sprawled across the bed both a little sweaty and naked. She’s brushing her long brown hair out of her eyes and rolling on her side pulling her phone from her purse to check the time. He’s just lying there, dreamy, satisfied.

The early morning light peeps through the window barely illuminating anything. Everything in the room: the plane dresser, the piles of boy clothes all over the floor, the model starships hanging from the ceiling are all his. Everything’s a little juvenile but not overly so.

‘Oh shit!’ The girl bursts out breaking the boy’s serenity. ‘We’re going to be late for class.’ She jumps out of bed pulls her panties on and squeezes into her jeans in one motion. He lies in bed watching her. Enjoying her bitt filling out the shape of her pants.

‘Get up, Mike, lazybones.’ She starts putting her bra on.

‘Mmmmm, you want a ride Karen?’

‘No way! I don’t want your Mom to see me. I’ll walk. Is she going to give you the car tonight?

He’s finally sitting up and looking down at the floor for his pants. ‘Is it Friday? I doubt I’ll get the car she’s a little uptight.’

Karen’s all dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed checking messages. ‘Just ask her, I want to go to the twin’s party tonight.’

‘I’m going to take a shower. Ok I’ll ask her but she’s going to say ‘no.’ She needs to get…’

‘…younger’ Karen cuts him off.

That gives Mike a pause. ‘I was going to say ‘laid’’

‘No, no, I’m right.’ She shifts through her purse and finds two white pearl shaped pills. ‘Put these in her coffee and in a couple of hours she’ll be our age again. She’ll go out and party with us.’

He takes the pills and looks at them sitting in his palm. ‘You want to turn my Mom into a teenager? Youthies right? Where did you even get these?’

‘I stole them from my Mom she’s got like tons of them. I don’t even know what I was going to do with them, make somebody younger I guess.’

She gets up and kisses him on the cheek. ‘See you at school!’ She’s out the door and down the stairs. Out of the house and down the street.

He puts the pills on his nightstand and looks around the floor for a towel. Finds one and takes a long hot shower.

Mike’s a little surprised to find his bedroom door open. There’s his Mom pilling up his clothes in her arms to wash them. ‘Good morning Mikey!’ A chipper Mother greets him.

‘Morning Mom.’ Mike slips past her and looks around the now clean floor hopeless to find any underwear. ‘Can I have?’

She searches through the clothes she’s carrying and hands him a pair and leaves him to get dressed.

Down in the kitchen Mike can smell the coffee. He drags his butt to the counter and pours himself a cup then he pours another. He really wants to go to the twins’. He stands there for a moment his fingers rubbing the two pills Karen left him. He really wants to go to that party. He drops them into the second cup.

‘Is that for me?’ His Mom comes up from behind a smile on her face.

Mike returns the smile and carries both cups to the table. He pops some toast into the toaster and puts the butter on the table.

Settling down in his seat he watches his Mom lift the cup to her mouth to take a drink. What did Karen say? In a couple of hours she’ll be a teenager and be begging him to go to the party. Mike almost smirks.

Pop! The toast is done. Mike gets up. Puts it on a plate and hurries back to the table. She’s drinking it! He finishes up his own coffee and wolfs down his toast while watching his Mom unknowingly turning herself back into a teenager. It’s exciting pretty soon he’s going to be in charge.

It’s a little early for the drug to kick in but Mike feels like he already has the upper hand. He gets up from the table and grabs his backpack. Nods his head to the door. ‘C’mon I’ve got to get to school. I’ll drive.’

His Mom gives him a great big grin. ‘You’re joking right?’

Well that didn’t work.

‘Ok, you drive.’

‘You’re going to school?’ She unfolds her hands theatrically. ‘After what you just did.’

Mike didn’t think she’d be ok with this. ‘You knew?’

‘Of course I knew honey. I saw the pills on your nightstand. I don’t know why. But hey it’s your choice.’

She’s taking this. . .well. He didn’t think he’d have to talk about it though. Maybe he’d go to school come back home and she’d be his and Karen’s age. They’d go party. End of story.

‘But you almost put them in my coffee instead of yours. Good thing I was paying attention or I’d be the one growing younger right now. Who’d take care of you?’

She gets up from her seat and stands in front of him. With a loving smile she brushes the hair from his eyes. ‘Your hair’s turning blond again sweetheart.’

Mike can barely stand. It’s like his stomach is empty and there’s no energy to keep him on his feet. Almost stumbling out of his Mother’s near embrace he turns and runs to his room.

From behind him his Mom yells, ‘Mikey? Don’t hide sweetheart! I want to watch!’

The bedroom door slams. Mike is pressed up against it panting like he ran a marathon. Two Marathons. ‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!’ He doesn’t have a mirror in here. Did he get younger? Is his hair really blond again? Shit what’s he going to do. . .Karen!

Karen will know. He calls her with scared shaky hands. She’s not picking up. Fuck.

Mom is gently rapping on the door.

Mike can’t handle the noise right behind his head so he moves himself to the bed and calls Karen again. Still not picking up. He’s so nervous he’s sick. He can’t even sit up so he lays heavily on the bed. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to wish the drug out of his body wile weeping quietly.

The doorknob rattles a couple of times. ‘Mikey?’ It rattles again. ‘Mikey open up. It’s not safe for you in there by yourself!’

Karen sent him a text. ‘I’m in class. What?’

No,no,No,no,no,no. ‘Took the pills. Need help.’ He texts back. Just answer the phone Karen.

He’s staring at the phone waiting for a reply, waiting for it to ring, anything. After a while the fear and drug unnerve him so bad he curls is legs up and sticks his thumb in his mouth. He stares at his phone waiting for help and trying to will the gentle rapping on the door to stop.

‘Ring, ring.’ It’s Karen. He answers. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ Mike didn’t expect Karen to be angry. The slow flowing tears almost burst out.

‘I didn’t mean to.’ He wimpers. ‘Mom switched our drinks and now,’ he sniffles, ‘now I’m gonna be a, getting younger.’

Karen changes her tone. This isn’t the suicide cry for help she thought it was. He really needs her. ‘Ok, listen, just stay calm. As long as the Youthies are active you have to stay calm. You get excited you get younger got it?’ He nods his head as if she can see him. ‘Are you younger? You sound younger?’

‘I, I, don’t know. I’m in my room and I don’t have a mirror or anything. Mom said my hair’s blond and I think my clothes are loose. I think.’

Karen takes a breath. ‘Ok you’re probably not that much younger. You have to stay calm. I’m going home and I’m going to get my Mom’s antidote ok? Just stay calm ‘till I get back and you’ll be ok!’

‘Karen.’

‘Look Mike I’m going to go just stay calm.’ She hangs up.

Mike stares at the phone and listens to the rapping on the door with a ‘Honey open up!’ occasionally. His thumb is stuck in his mouth and he can feel his pants loosening. He’s trying to wish the world away.

He can feel it. Laying on his side in the dark he can feel himself growing younger, smaller, weaker. It doesn’t feel like dying but it scares him like dying. He can’t know how much he’s lost but he knows he has to pull himself together. Just calm down. Breath. Karen’s coming and she’ll fix this and Mom can’t get in. Karen’s going to fix this. He tells himself over and over again until he believes it. His breathing slows he’s so tired from getting so worked up and the drug is slowing his mind and body.

He’s going to be ok.

The door opens. Karen?

‘Honey?’ Not Karen, Mom. ‘Honey are you ok? Are you… are you a baby?’

He doesn’t answer. Just lays there calming himself trying to ignore her.

She doesn’t go away. Just takes his silence as a cry for help. Mom’s always answer a cry for help from their little boys.

She sits herself at the foot of his bed and shakes his leg to get a response. He kicks back weakly. ‘Go away.’

‘Oh sweetheart, look at you!’ Her voice is an unusual mix of joy and sympathy. She rubs his leg gently. ‘You like just like you. . .’

‘Just go away!’

‘No Mikey I can help.’

Can she? She tugs at his pant legs just below the hip pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. He’s lost enough size it’s effortless and he puts up a very weak fight.

She rolls him onto his back. ‘Mom?’

‘Honey you’ll think this is weird but you need to get excited for the drug to work on you.’

She easily strips his underwear off.

‘I wouldn’t do this if I thought you could remember but just let yourself go and you’ll be my little baby again.’

She wraps her mouth awkwardly around his penis. He’s too scared and drugged to put up a fight. She takes his lack of discouragement as an invitation and starts moving her mouth up and down along his shaft.

‘Mom.’ It’s just a statement.

His penis grows rock hard in his Mom’s mouth. As she goes down on him he can’t keep the thought of Karen in his mind. He can’t wait for help. Can’t wait for a cure. He only wants to feel good.

‘Mommy!’

Moaning her name helps keep her revulsion down. She knows he’s not afraid. That he wants to be her baby. He wants it or he wouldn’t be bucking his hips pushing his shrinking but still hard penis down her throat. He wouldn’t be grabbing her hair like he did when he was a baby if he didn’t want to be her baby again.

‘Mommy am gonna cum!’ His voice comes out childlike and husky at the same time. She feels a rush of joy as her hand caresses his balls and she can feel how hairless their becoming. She’s doing that she’s making him a baby and he loves it. He wants it. He feels good.

‘Huuugn, unnng!’ He cums in her mouth. She wants to spit it out but he keeps pushing his now little penis in and out of her mouth.

He finally runs out of strength, resting still against the bed sheets, satisfied.

She spits his cum from her mouth onto her sleeve. Then grabs the sheet and gently wipes his cum off his penis. She watches happily as the last of his pubic hairs become thin and wispy then pull back into his skin leaving little bumps before receding completely leaving bare, prepubescent, skin.

What she did would have repulsed her but right now it makes her smile. It seems like she’s the most powerful Mother in the world able to suck the temptation of girls and the frustrations of adolescence right out of the tip of his penis. She tugs it a little to exert her power and looks down into his eyes.

He’s shivering, excited, ashamed, scared. He’s got enough adrenaline to regress him back into an infant without any help but she wants to take him there the way only his Mommy can. Her blouse unbuttons and her bra straps come undone letting her heavy breasts droop. She startles her hips across his slender naked pelvis and jiggles her breasts back and forth. He can’t look away and the idiotic smile and delight on his face lets her know she should keep going. She messages he boobs into his face and overwhelms all of his senses. Her boobs become his world. With total abandon he grabs them with his smaller hands and squeezes them hard between his fingers. She pushes them further into his face so he can take one of the nipples into his mouth and suck. Beneath her she can feel him masturbate himself as he gorges he gorges his infantile pleasures on his Mothers tit. She can feel his body shrinking, youthening with every tug. It’s the most exciting thing she has ever experienced.

His body shrinks too small for her to strattle him without him being crushed. They readjust so she cradles him in her arms as he continues to suckle. He grows smaller and less developed curling his body against his Mother’s bosom. Shrinking, shrinking, his whole world becoming the gentile rocking of his Mother’s arms and the reassuring sucking on her nipple.

Karen is standing at the front door. Shit, his Mom’s car is out front. She’s home. What does she say to her? She can’t exactly sneak in and give Mike the antidote. She wants to run away anyway. Mikes’ probably like twelve by now. What a shitty boyfriend.

‘Ding, ding!’ Her palms are sweating.

The door opens. Mike’s Mom looks dazed and oddly happy. Is she high?

‘Hi Mrs. Smith!’

‘Karen! This is a…why don’t you come in.’

She’s wringing her hands. Something’s wrong. Shit Mike probably is twelve.

‘Karen why don’t you have a seat?’ She looks towards the living room then back to Karen. ‘No I beter just tell you. Mike took some Youthies this morning.’

He took some youthies? What?

‘I know you two were close but it seems like he wanted things back the way they were.’ She’s struggling with words. Like Mike broke up with her and his Mom got caught giving the message. ‘I mean to say he must have wanted to start over or he wouldn’t have taken so many and well…Why don’t you come see for yourself?’

Karen lets herself be led into the living room expecting to get angry at a younger teenage Mike playing videogames and smiling like an idiot. But there’s no ‘Hi Karen I screwed up’ and an awkward smile to greet her. Karen finds there’s not much of Mike to greet heart all when she walks in the room. Just a baby sitting his naked butt on the carpet trying to put his fist in his mouth.

Karen feels like she walked into the hospital after an accident but instead of Mike missing a leg he’s missing an everything. He’s just a baby. She goes into shock. He starts bouncing on his butt and babbling with excitement.

‘He’s so happy to see you!’

She notices the large wet spot under Mike. ‘Oh no. See I should have known this would happen but it’s not like I have any diapers or anything. I’ll go get a towel.’

Karen nods her head not really caring. Mike’s Mom runs off and the two former lovers are left alone.

She walks over to stand in front of them and there they are. A teenage girl and a baby boy. Just her memories of them together connecting them in any way. She’s hugging her arms, looking down at him, not sure if she wants to cry. He’s babbling at no one in particular, maybe her, and grinning woth gobs of drool running down his chin.

Kevin’s Mom, back with a towel and a bottle of cleaner, works furiously trying to get the pee stains out of the carpet.

‘Karen?’ The girl doesn’t really respond ‘Karen I have to go to the store and get things for Mikey. He doesn’t even have a carseat.’ She looks up at the older woman but doesn’t respond. ‘Are you ok to watch him? I know you two were friends.’

Karen nods her head slowly. ‘Were friends.’ That sounds so weird.

The car pulls out of the driveway leaving the two former lovers alone. Karen drops to her knees in front of Mike, what’s left of Mike. She doesn’t know how to deal with this it’s like someone cheated her out of her boyfriend and left her with this little doughy thing. She picks him up awkwardly holding his entire butt in one hand and cradling his entire back in her other. She had sex with this person just this morning? The weakness and impotence of what’s left of Mike amazes her.

She doesn’t try to talk with him it’s obvious there’s nothing there to talk back. She’s just holding something cute and soft.

After a while she lets him back down and watches him crawl to a corner of the room where he happily starts playing with a lamp cord.

Karen sits herself on the couch and watches amazed, then bored. Babies are really boring company when you want to go out and have some fun. What is taking Mike’s Mom so long at the store.? Soon Karen is alternating checking messages on her phone and watching the baby. He’s ok, just playing with his feet like it’s the greatest game in the world. ‘Sigh.’ Now she’s just checking messages on her phone. She wonders what Kevin is doing tonight. Maybe she’ll send him a text.

 

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