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Stories of Age/Time Transformation
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Stephen can't seem to figure out why an odd bottle of lotion makes him feel so weird when around his mommy. Or was it mother? (A commissioned tale)
Chapter Description: The following was a commissioned tale and written by me. Please contact me if you'd like to get your own tale for a fee.
Stephen stood just outside a random shop at the mall, feeling quite bored with himself. His mother, who always just seemed to be hovering about, was off in this random shop, pursuing for clothes or whatever the heck she always bought when they traveled together. They had been spending so much time together lately that Stephen could almost swear she"d been up to something. Little trips to places, treats, new clothes and even video games had all been gifted to him on a semi regular basis, but he couldn"t, for the life of him, figure out why. Sure, he was now eighteen and, in his honest opinion, much more mature than he used to be.
But if that"s true, then why is my "mommy" hovering over me all the time, now? he thought wearily.
It wasn"t as if he hated his mom, far from it, but being around any one person - especially family - would grate on anyone"s nerves. After turning the big eighteen, Stephen kept hoping that everything would change and he would finally be treated with the respect that he deserved! None of that happened. The only thing that really seemed to occur consistently was his mother"s insistence that they do things together.
He grumbled as someone knocked into him, causing their bags to fall and his trance to end.
"Oh, excuse me, young man. Wasn"t watching where I was going," a rather old sounding voice called out.
Stephen looked up and spotted a blond haired woman who easily looked fifty years older than himself. She smiled at him and pointed toward the bags. "Would you mind terribly if you helped walk these to my car? I"d be so grateful, please," she pleaded.
Stephen grumbled ever slightly; the average person would never hear it, but the lady certainly did. He felt a familiar yet comfortable feeling on his shoulder. Looking back, he found that his mom had turned up, while patting his back. "Go on, son, be polite," she nearly commanded in a forced tone.
He rolled his eyes back at her, but quickly turned back to the lady with a false smile. "Uh, s-sure." Clumsily, he went to grab for her bags and lead her along, his mother nodding curtly as they passed.
"I do appreciate this, again. Such a thoughtful young man," she said from behind, sounding like she was quoting a bad children"s book.
"Uh, sure. That your car?" he asked, pointing to a tan-colored four-seater.
"Yep. That"s the one," she replied and opened the trunk for him. He slept the bags in there and smiled back up at her. "Such a thoughtful boy. Here, I"ve got something for you," she suddenly said in a creepy and seductive voice.
Stephen gulped, but waited for her to rummage around in her purse. After a few quiet yet tense moments, she nodded. "Got it, here you go," she said and jerked a pink colored plastic bottle into his waiting hands.
He examined it as if it were some diseased animal. "Uh"¦ thanks?" he said awkwardly, resisting the urge to scratch his head.
"Why don"t you give it a good sniff? I"ve always felt it smells of vanilla, but your mother seems to think lilacs," she said casually.
He considered it. Ordinarily, had she been a real stranger, he"d simply return the "gift" and leave it at that. But because the lady seemed to know his mom, he trusted her. Slowly, he lifted the lid and sniffed one, long whiff. For a moment, his mind and body seemed to blank. Then all of a sudden, something in his pants stirred. He wasn"t sure why, but his penis had done a full on lurch, like he hadn"t touched it in eons. Blushing quite profoundly, he thanked the lady and darted back toward the mall while hoping upon hope that his boner would simply go away and stay that way.
No matter how hard he tried, the tent in his pants would constantly threaten to not only throb from time to time, but also, one a few occasions, it nearly flicked up and over the safety and protection of his pants. By the time he reached his mom, he was sweating bullets and just wishing they could go home.
"There you are"¦" his mom said airily and examined him. "Are you alright?"
Her concern did nothing but make him blush a million hues of crimson. His mom was staring at him and all he could do was pant and pant in constant fear of his erect member, threatening to explode at any moment. With each throb and every second that passed, dozens upon dozens of memories, fantasies and visions of hot, erotic girls flashed through him; fueling the throbbing member like some depraved beast. Stephen wouldn"t feel so bad about the whole thing if the person that gave birth to him wasn"t standing so dangerous close to his horny little thing.
"I"m fine," he said bluntly. "Ar-are you done yet?" he asked rather impatiently.
She scrutinized him for a moment, looked into her bags casually and then sighed. "I suppose so. It"s getting just a tad too crowded here anyway." She smiled and patted him on the back and walked off. "Let"s go, sweetie."
The second her hand touched his shoulder, his member twitched so violently, he had to stifle an involuntary moan. Great, getting turned on with my mom. I"m a sicko, he thought bitterly.
On the drive home, Stephen did his level best to simply focus on the road. He tried in vain to think of boys, sports, cars or anything that wouldn"t turn him on. But his penis was fully stiff and didn"t intend to calm down anytime soon. He breathed and panted for minutes. After the fourth throb, he bit his lip and forced out a very small mewling noise.
"Are you alright, honey?"
He looked up to his mom, from the passenger seat and shook his head. "N-no"¦ can you hurry up? I have to, uh, go to the bathroom really badly!" While not technically true, he did need to get home before he had some kind of accident in his pants.
"Oh dear. Alright, sweetie, hang on!"
Stephen watched as trees, cars, people and everything else whirled by a flurry of motions. It was getting dark out, but he could just make out their two story house. Her mom pulled up, and Stephen bolted for the house. He fumbled with his keys and quickly unlocked the front door, then ran for upstairs as his penis throbbed more and more.
Running upstairs, he caught a glimpse of the various photos from over the years. He saw photos of himself and his mother on his high school graduation day. He saw glimpses of himself from when he was twelve, playing with his friends. But his eight year old self seemed to steal the show; nearly every photograph leading up the stairway were of him at school, playing or learning and being a good boy for his mommy. The rest of the house, including his room and other details came by as a blur to hise senses.
His hand fumbled with the bathroom doorknob and soon he was inside. With each passing second, his thoughts continued to drive him bad with lust and desire. He didn"t even care to fantasize about girls or their "hot bodies", no, his throbbing penis seemed to drive his mind to one desire; one thought. He stripped off his pants and undies and stared down at his "little guy". It throbbed even deeper, turning a crimson red to match his profoundly blushing face. He breathed in and out, trying to calm himself so he can simply will his penis to soften and relax. This only seemed to worsen the situation, however, and it throbbed again and again and again.
"Need"¦ lube"¦" he muttered while feeling like some crazed animal in heat. But he no longer cared. He fumbled around in his pants before he found the baby lotion bottle from before. Squirting on his fingers like mad, he then reached out and grasped onto his penis firmly. The cold feeling of the lotion slipping onto the skin did nothing to deter the erotic feelings. If anything, it increased them.
"Oh"¦" he moaned in such a pleasurable haze, he nearly exploded right then and there. But it wasn"t enough. Instantly he began to pump his hand up and down, over and over, not even fantasizing about anything in particular. The euphoric feelings continued to bait him along, like a puppy who wouldn"t stop humping a pillow. Upon reaching the point of no return, where he no longer stop even if his hand had been yanked away, he felt a strange haze overcome his mind.
Bizarre thoughts and images whirled into his mind at an impossible speed. He saw himself as a twelve year old boy, playing with his friends. He saw the same boy running up to his mother and hugging her after baseball practice. He saw his laughable attempts to pick up a girl on his first ever date. And, finally, he felt full-on revulsion for the first time since his horny spell had taken him by the reigns. As the final moments of his ejaculation were about to take hold, Stephen felt horrified that he was just now realizing what had been turning him on: his younger self; specifically being that young. The dam exploded within seconds.
Jet after jet of fresh semen coated the outside of his smooth chest. With each spasm, his mind was lit up like fireworks; every image and every thought he had ever felt upon being twelve assaulted his conscious mind like some bizarre movie projector, aimed directly into his eyes. When it had finally died down and his tesitcles had ceased pumping semen to the surface, Stephen collapsed onto the tiled floor with one loud thump. A warm, gooey liquid rolled down his stomach to greet where they had initially started, coated his penis and balls entirely. Stephen rode the pleasure haze for minutes until, finally, his boner ceased its existence for the first time since it had started. His heart rate decreased and, suddenly, he was snoring on the floor feeling extremely satisfied yet, extremely exhausted.
Stephen yawned and stretched, feeling the familiar and comfortable feeling of his Star Wars PJs and comfy bed. He smiled in a pleasurable haze for a several moments, before quickly realizing that something was wrong. He kicked the covers off and felt all around his body. Everything felt perfectly fine. He jumped up and gazed into his sliding mirror for his closest. What he saw was what always greeted him in the morning: a tall, skinny boy with messy brown hair and pajamas. He didn"t have any body hair"¦ yet, but he knew he"d get some eventually. He went back to gazing at his room and frowned even deeper. The movie posters, action figures, his game consoles and TV were all just as he"d left them. He checked his school books, math, science, and US history were all just had he"d left them. His old backpack with disney characters - something he now detested - was just where he left it, on his beanbag.
"Stephen! Come down for breakfast!"
Hearing his mom, he darted out of the room and made a beeline for the stairs. His feet thumped and thumped much louder than he was used to. Still, the inviting smell of delicious, sweet pancakes was enough to pacify his thoughts of any suspicions. He slammed his butt into the head table and looked up at his mom with a cheeky smile.
His mom surprised him by giving him a big kiss on his head and slamming down one big breakfast plate filled with pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs. Just how he"d liked them!
"Heh, thanks mom!"
She beamed and patted him on the head. A tingling feeling of welcomeness and pride shot through him as powerfully as the smells of his pancakes.
"Sure thing, hon. Now eat up. I don"t want the babysitter complaining that you keep asking for sweets when I feed you plenty."
He giggled and went to reach for the first bite of sausage, when he paused. Something about what she had said didn"t sound right at all! His mother folded her hands into her pink blouse and frowned down at him. "Honey, we talked about this last night. Heather"s coming over to babysit, the nice girl from next door."
"Heath"¦" Stephen"s mind blanked, but not for long. While he couldn"t picture her quite clearly, he immediately knew that he"d always had a crush on her. But she was older, sixteen and all, no way he"d ever have a chance dating her. He"d never dating anyone before anyway! "Oh"¦"
She shook her head and watched him quietly chew on some eggs and sausage. "Honey"¦ what"s wrong? You know mummy has to have some time to herself, and I can"t just leave you here by yourself yet."
He winced upon hearing the word mummy, but kept to his silent sulking.
"You"re such a big boy now! But not that big yet."
Stephen wanted to point out - almost felt compelled to say that he was so big! So big that he was nearly the same height as his mom! Wasn"t that big enough to stay on your own? What about that one movie, Home Alone? He sighed, sulked some more, and continued to munch on his breakfast which was, in his opinion, amazingly delicious, but he would never admit it his mummy. Not in his irritable mood.
Ding-Dong
"Ah, that must be her now. Be right back, hon."
Stephen frowned, practically ignoring his mother as he looked his body over. No hair"¦ he thought feeling quite de-stressed. He knew it was silly to even think about having any hair anywhere except on his head, but then why was it bothering him? He started picking at a scab on his leg, when his mother returned looking in a worn out mood.
"Sweetie, finish your food. Oh, and you"re not even showered and dressed." She sighed. "C"mon,"
she clapped her hands several times, "get going!"
Sighing and forgetting about his momentary distress on his smooth legs, Stephen scarfed down the rest of his meal and followed his impatient mother up the stairs. She scowled and pointed directly to his now running shower. Then, without warning, she grabbed his shirt and yanked it off his head and quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes.
Stephen"s face lit up like the fourth of july and he quickly covered his privates. "Mom!"
She sighed and smacked his butt, urging him into the shower. "Oh relax, it"s not anything I haven"t seen before"¦ oh, lovely."
Stephen looked down and, to his shock, found his member had picked that exact moment to say hello. He wanted to scream at his mom, to tell her to just get out and leave him be, but the sheer embarrassment of it all caused his body to freeze up. Sighing, his mom grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather up his body. Snapping out of his daze, his mother reached out her soapy hand to the one thing she hadn"t touched in ages. His body lurched and he let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.
"When was the last time you cleaned down here, young man? It"s positively filthy!" she exclaimed in disgust.
With every rub of her soapy hands, Stephen continued to feel a decreased sensation of disgust. He knew something was very wrong about what his mom was doing to him, but then why exactly did it feel so insanely good? Heat rose up to his face as it blushed and, with one fell swoop of her hand, an extremely intense explosion of pleasure hit his brain like a high from eating his favorite ice-cream fifty times over.
"Oh"¦ oh dear," he heard his mom say through the pleasure haze.
Droplets of a clear colored liquid shot from his penis, onto the shower floor. His mother blushed herself and showered him off quite quickly. THroughout the whole ordeal - his mother drying him off and dressing him like some overgrown toddler - only one thought was rolling through Stephen"s head: What was that?! It felt so good!
He swayed and tipped and felt more relaxed than he ever remembered being. He almost missed the fact that not only was his mother dressing him, but she seemed to have quite a bit of trouble doing it. The real reasoning behind it didn"t go unnoticed by Stephen. Why do I feel so big?
"Okay," she said with an exhausted break, "listen to the babysitter. I"ll be back after you sleep - and you will go to bed on time! Got it, buster?"
He nodded dumbly back down at her. At the time, he barely registered just how odd it was that they were practically the same height; after all, 12 year olds didn"t let their "mummy’s" bathe and dress them. Pouting some, Stephen lazily followed his mom out toward the front porch where his babysitter for the day was patiently waiting their return. His mom grabbed his arm and yanked him face the girl.
Stephen stared at the red headed girl and couldn"t help but stutter out his next response, "H-hi," he said, feeling stupid.
She giggled and ruffled his hair. "Hey, silly. I"m Rachel."
"Uh, Stephen."
"Great, you"ve met each other - I"ve got to get going or I"m gonna be late for my date," his mother said, but not before giving Stephen one, long embarrassing kiss on the cheek. "Bye honey, be good!" she exclaimed with a wave of her hand, and she was off.
The door to their home was slammed shut, leaving Stephen alone with his new babysitter. For a moment, Rachel felt like something was off. Why did Stephen, a 12 year old, seem so tall? His clothes, posture and shy attitude clearly screamed little kid, but his height did not. She took a deep breath and something changed in her; everything suddenly felt right with the world, and she took charge.
"Okay, Stephen, did you finish your homework for the week?" she asked impatiently.
He frowned. "Uh, well I--"
She snapped her fingers and pointed directly upstairs where she assumed his room was. "Ten minutes, downstairs, with all of this week"s homework or classwork that you"ve been assigned. You"ll do it, show it to me and then you can play or watch TV. Okay?"
He wanted to scream at her, to tell her that he didn"t need to finish any stupid homework. At the top of his head, he could barely remember what school work he had been assigned, but that was besides the point! He stormed up the stairs, slammed his door open and started rummaging around for random books and supplies. As soon as he picked up his history book, he frowned and looked it all over. I don"t remember the cover being ripped"¦ he thought wearily. Sighing, and figuring his mom probably wouldn"t notice such a small detail, he flipped through it and frowned even deeper. What is my homework this week?
Sighing again, he grabbed every schoolbook he could find - along with a notebook - and made haste for the living room. Stephen figured that Rachel didn"t exactly know what he had for homework either, so he could attempt to fake something until his mom got home. Then, when he got back to class, he could just explain that he forgot.
For the next twenty minutes, Stephen began to do random assignments found in his books. The first hurdle was math which, if he was being honest with himself, he wasn"t too bad at it and only had to cheat once or twice. History always seemed so dull, but at least all he had to do was write out a list of names and a few reports on them. Spelling, grammar and anything else whizzed by with ease.
Every few moments, however, he would glance up from his work and capture glimpses of Rachel walking around. And, for whatever reason, the feeling he had been forced to feel just moments ago in the shower came back. It wasn"t exactly the same - not being touched at the time would do that, but felt so similar and he couldn"t help but moan out in pleasure yet again. Only this time the feeling continued to grow without stopping. He wanted it - whether from himself, Rachel or even his own "mummy", he needed it to keep going. He slammed his books down and figured that he"d worked on his homework enough. He looked down to his shorts and found his penis sticking straight up; his breathing increased pacing as the seconds grew on as if urging him to try something, anything.
His hand trembling like mad, he reached into his shorts and quietly unbuttoned them. His penis flipped up slightly, causing the skin to rub against the material on his underwear. He moaned again and gave an experimental rub on the head of his penis. He lurched and almost immediately pleasurable thoughts and images flooded his consciousness like wild. He needed more though! He gave his throbbing little soldier a few rubs and almost lost himself in the sensations, but suddenly a few thumps on the stairs caused him to go into a full on panic. He hastily buttoned up his shorts and did his best to hide the tint in them before Rachel returned.
"Did you do your homework like I asked?"
His hand shook a little, but he forced it to stop. She quirked an eyebrow at him, but before she could inquire what was wrong, he spoke, "Uh, yeah, wanna see?" he asked in the calmest mood he could muster.
She nodded and took a seat next to him on the same couch. He felt her hand brush against his leg and he was forced to bite his lips to force his moan down. Trembling slightly, he showed her the history first, followed by math and other subjects. She nodded to each and didn"t seem to be overly critical about any specific subject; just vague on everything. All Stephen could think about, however, was when and how his penis was going to stop throbbing so much.
"Looks good to me, hmm," she hummed and looked out the window at the setting sun. "Why don"t you go get your PJs on," she said, with him cringing only a little at the nickname for his pajamas. "And then you can watch some TV before dinner. Okay?" she said in a gentler tone than before.
He nodded, but didn"t dare move from the couch for fear of getting found out. His khaki shorts weren"t exactly the least noticeable thing in the world; his penis was still sticking straight up into them.
"Great! I"ll order us a pizza." She giggled. "It"ll be like a little date." She then stood up and left. He watched her purple short skirt sway a bit and caught a small glimpse of her light pink panties. His penis lurched once again, but he was free! All he had to do was go upstairs, get on his "PJs" then come down for TV. She"ll never notice, he thought with an inward sigh.
With each step toward his room, his penis only seemed to grow in both need and size. He moaned, doing a poor job of hiding it, now that she wasn"t around. After rummaging around in his dirty clothes some, he found his favorite batman printed pajama pants and quickly put them on. The soft, fuzzy material only seemed to further excite his throbbing little penis. He rubbed it some more, but found that the raw feel of his hand, or his undies just wasn"t enough to fully satisfy him. It"s not soft enough, he concluded like some horny little detective.
Looking around, he quickly spotted a bottle of baby lotion. Not in the least bit curious as to what it was doing in his room, Stephen reached for it and pumped a few spurts into his waiting, trembling hands. Looking around, just incase Rachel was near, he pulled down his pajamas pants and underwear. He quietly closed his door and made quick work of lubing up his shaft. Having almost no clue what he was doing, Stephen began to hump into his hand like some horny dog in heat. The feelings he felt only increased his lust for more and the need to keep rubbing. The lingering sensations of heat and pleasure goaded him on and he increased the pace of the rubbing. The doorknob to his door turned and everything seemed to slowdown. Thinking quickly, Stephen ran for his sliding closet door and ran for it. His hand was still on his penis, but his pajama pants and undies lay on the floor, discarded. The second he shut the closet door, his main door slammed open.
"Stephen?" she called out, looking around.
His heart raced like crazy, but he did his level best to remain silent. For fear of even making the slightest noise, he didn"t dare remove his hand from his constantly throbbing erection. She walked around and made quick haste of cleaning up his room.
"Really, Stephen?" she asked in disbelief as she picked up his discarded clothes. "Little kids, I swear. Oh? What"s this?" She picked up the discarded bottle of baby lotion and looked it over. "What does he need this for? Is that kid still in diapers or something?!" she asked and laughed, but suddenly she stopped.
Rachel caught a long wiff of the pleasant smells from the bottle and, without warning, brought it back up to her nose to sniff again. Like some crazed drug addict who just needed one more hit, she sniffed the bottle again and again. Rachel dropped the clothes to the ground and started to suddenly breath at an increased pace.
Stephen had no idea what compelled him to act, but suddenly he started rubbing his penis again, no longer caring if she could hear. The girl was clearly visible through the closet doors. Rachel, still clutching the bottle in her right hand, crouched down onto her feet and looked around. She smiled and started to experimentally rub her finger into the lotion. Like some invisible force egging her on, she dipped her whole hand in the stuff just as her breathing had turned to full on panting. She giggled and unceremoniously jammed her right hand into her panties and squealed with unabashed delight.
Stephen smiled at the bizarre sight of his full grown babysitter doing what h"d only seen little toddlers do, when they thought their parents weren"t watching. He rubbed and rubbed and was suddenly lost in bizarre and pleasant sensations. His fantasies turned from her to something stranger. He imagined himself as a little boy, playing on the playground with his little friends. His penis lurched again, yet he continued to rub. He saw himself being dressed by his mommy and getting lots of little kisses and hugs. For some strange reason, these thoughts - not his babysitter rubbing herself - seemed to only increase his lust for pleasure even greater.
Rachel couldn"t understand just what was happening to her, but she didn"t wish to stop. She had long ago abandoned her panties and continued to rub the pink lotion all over her privates. The soft sensations of her hands and the combined effort from the strong smelling lotion nearly sent her over the edge several times. Usually when she rubbed herself, her thoughts were focused on cute guys or crazy fantasies, but this time was different. Her mind felt so fogged up , she could barely register just what was sending her over the edge. Yet she continued to rub, squeal and shudder with delight. She rubbed and rubbed and, when that wasn"t enough, began to outright hump her hand just so she could force a full on ejaculation.
Stephen continued to rub and imagine himself at school, finding math problems difficult to do. Why this of all things began to turn him on, he had no clue. He saw himself waking up in wet undies at a friend"s house and crying into his mommy"s arms. Stephen heard Rachel squealed again and couldn"t help but rub faster and faster. With each spike of pleasure, the visions of his eight year old self only seemed to become more clear. Being dressed by his mommy, playing without a care in the world, being silly and just a cute, loving boy for his mommy. He needed it! He wanted to be that so badly! He felt a thin line of drool fall onto his shirt and, for whatever reason, began to chew on his collar like some silly little boy.
Rachel was so close; her brain felt so fogged up that she barely even knew who she was anymore. She humped and humped and purred like some kitten in wild heat.
Stephen rubbed again and again and again. Finally, one clear picture made it through to his consciousness: his mommy taking care of him. He exploded with such insane pleasure, he nearly screamed out, but Rachel"s scream was far louder. Apparently, she had also finished at the exact same time. Puddles of sticky goo made its way onto his penis, shirt, legs and even the wood floor below. He leaned his back onto the wall and no longer cared how he looked. All he could think about was just how amazing rubbing himself felt and just how much he wanted to be a little boy for his mommy. He had no clue just why he wanted this, but he did, and that"s all that mattered to him. A few moments later, the quiet noises of a snoring girl and guy could be heard from Stephen"s room.
Something felt off, Stephen thought as he slipped his thumb quickly out of his mouth. A thin line of drool made its way down his chin, but he quickly wiped most of it on his hand and, finally, onto the front of his t-shirt. For a few minutes, Stephen could just lay on his bed and stare at everything in the most relaxed state possible. He felt the fuzzy feeling of his one piece pajamas and loved how they covered his body and feet entirely. Glancing down at his pajamas, he saw the silly sponge all over it, portrayed in various poses - all smiling up at him. He loved Spongebob so much!
He giggled a bit and considered staying in bed all morning, just so mommy would have to come get him up. But almost immediately a surge of new energy shot through him, and he thought better of it. Why sleep when you can play? He unceremoniously kicked his covers off and sprang to his feet, only to feel off balanced the moment he was on solid ground.
"Huh? I"m tall"¦ wow!" he exclaimed loudly. His eyes lit up like the Fourth of July as he examined his body with a newfound awe. He looked into the mirror, but other than the new size, he saw nothing out of the ordinary; just the same eight year old he always saw. "I look like a grownup"¦" he said in a daze. But upon expecting his arms and legs, he saw no excess hair that would indicate anything but a child. Everyone knows, after all, that grownups had hair everywhere!
He shrugged and figured that maybe he"d just grew a lot in his sleep; he"d been eating all of his veggies just like mommy always wanted, after all. "Or maybe I"m a superhero now!"
Giggling like mad at the very thought, Stephen bounded out of his room, only to come face to face with his arch nemesis: his mommy. She raised a brow to him, with her hands on her hips. "Super Hero, huh? Well, mr hero, why don"t we get you a bath and dressed for the day. You can"t fight crime in your PJs, silly."
He giggled some more, biting his lip in excitement. "Mommy!" Stephen reached out for a hug and she took him in for one, long snuggle. "Hehe, mommy, I grew a lot!"
"Oh? Because I see my silly little guy," she said and paused to sniff the air, "who"s in a desperate need for a bath."
He wriggled out of her grasp and darted back to his room. From there he climbed back into under his covers and remained as perfectly still as a giggling little boy could. His mommy, however, ignored her silly boy and looked around his messy room. Random pokemon, baseball and magic cards littered the floor and even parts of his bed. An assortment of stuffed plushies ranging from a few dragons to some old bears from when he was little, were neatly placed along his dresser. The dresser in question was a mess; most of the drawers laid open with dirty shirts and socks all hanging off the side. She shook her head, again ignored her giggling boy and went to grab his clothes for the day.
"What do you think, Spider Boy?" she asked sarcastically. "A shirt and pants for the day?"
Through the sheets and blankets, Stephen shook his head quite profoundly so she could make out the jester.
"Hmm, that"s too bad, because I know a certain ice-cream parlour that loves treating well dressed, good, little boys."
Stephen couldn"t stand it now; she wasn"t playing fair. He lept up from his blankets and beamed up at his mommy. "Ice cream?! When?!"
She smirked and waved the striped, collared shirt in front of him. "When a certain little boy strips, and gets in his bath. Get ready for mommy, and then we"ll talk about a treat."
Without waiting for any further push, Stephen zipped down his zipper and threw his jammies to the ground. Standing in front of his mommy in just his undies and socks, he ran passed her and toward the bathroom. His favorite spongebob bath rug awaited him where he stripped naked, not even caring that his mother was two feet behind his own behind.
"I drew a bath, so get in and let"s get you all clean for the day," she said in a rather sweet tone.
Not even caring anymore just how tall he stood next to his mom, Stephen nodded in agreement. He stepped into the waiting bubble bath and his bare bottom and privates soon became engulfed in a heavenly scented bubble bath, drawn by his mommy. The warm sensations of the bath, compounded by his mother"s vanilla scented perfume only lulled Stephen into a fully relaxed state. A state that only lasted for two seconds before his mommy decided it was time to bathe. He giggled and splashed and no longer cared about his new stature in life. Mommy was cleaning him and he got to play in his bath with his plastic toys, and he felt great.
While his mommy was busy washing his back, he began to push around his little tug boat. If his friends from school ever saw him like this, he would probably die of embarrassment. But in the safety of his house, surrounded by his mommy and four walls, he was Captain Stephen of the U.S.S Rubber Ducky Boat. "Splew! Splew! All men to deck, we"ve got a dragon ready to attack!" Stephen exclaimed and began to clumsily mash his boat into his purple and green plastic dragon toy. It was then that he suddenly felt something so astoundingly amazing, that he dropped both toys and forgot about his game in the blink of an eye.
His suddenly carefree feelings and playful tendencies just stopped dead. He looked down and found that his mommy had started to wash his privates, and was now gently brushing a washcloth over his penis again and again. His penis steadily began to grow longer and wider until it was sticking straight up, above the bubbles for the world to see.
"Uh oh, do we have a happy peepee? Hmm?"
He felt it surge at the mention of a nickname, but all Stephen could do was look up in confusion. "What?"
"I think we do," she exclaimed and rubbed it gently. Any thoughts of curiosity on what this new, wonderful feeling was flew right out the window. Just a simple rub felt more amazing than any snuggle, cuddle or hug his mommy could ever give him. His body slackened and, suddenly, Stephen resigned himself to lay back in the tub and let his mommy do what she did best: take care of him.
She took the washcloth and began to gently rub it over his throbbing thingy over and over. "It"s okay, sweetie, lots of little boys get happy peepee"s when their mommy bathes them. There"s no need to be embarrassed."
Despite himself, he nodded and blushed a bit. The feelings coursing through his consciousness and nerves were so stimulating, he nearly collapsed in the bath. His body shook a bit as the bubbles seemed to disappear with every movement of his mother"s arm.
She leaned down to his ear and began to whisper, "It"s okay, you know, to give in and be my little baby," she cooed and tickled his tiny testies a bit. He shuddered. He found no argument for this and only wished for the pleasure to continue; so he nodded in full agreement. If being her baby meant more of this, then he was all for it. "It"s only natural, I"m your mommy after all. I bathe you," she said and rubbed his shaft up, "I dress you," she cooed and rubbed it down, "and I make sure your well loved, my cute little guy."
A thin line of saliva gurgled its way out of his mouth and onto his chin while he smiled up at her. His penis continued to throb and throb and only seemed to enhance his pleasure the more she rubbed. He smiled at her while his face slackened quite profoundly. "Baby?"
"Yes, sweetie. You"re my little baby," she said, putting extra emphasis on the word little.
He smiled wider as more drool spurted out onto his chest which, in his mommy"s opinion, was in desperate need of a bib. "Ba~by," he said in a sing-song tone, giggling some more.
She smiled and started to rub his twitching little penis faster and faster. "Do you know why your peepee is just so happy for mommy?"
He shook his head. His body began to shudder with even more mind numbing pleasure and, without even thinking about it, he started humping his mommy"s hand into the washcloth.
"It"s because there"s so much sticky pee stuck in there. We need to get it out; you need to have a sticky pee for your mommy. Can you do that for mommy?" she asked in a babyish tone.
His whole world became the want and need to make a sticky pee for his mommy. He just had to do it! She"d be so proud of him and everything just felt too good to stop now! He nodded, giggling as the pleasure spiked higher and higher. He humped her hand faster and faster while no longer caring about the profound watery mess they were making everywhere.
"Go on, baby, make sticky pee for mommy. Go on," she urged and grunted as her fist was forced to rub even faster. "If you don"t get all of your stickies ickies out, then you can"t have ice cream or be a good boy for mommy," she warned with a comical wag of her finger.
But comedic or not, Stephen suddenly cared more about making sticky pee than he ever had about anything in his life. No ice cream and he would be a bad boy! "No! I"m trying, mommy! Sticky pee!" he screeched like a toddler about to have a temper tantrum. And then it happened. Suddenly the constant buzz and numbing feelings of pleasure intensified and his penis exploded. Burst after burst of hot, sticky, white colored goo shot out of his little penis onto his tummy and his mommy"s washcloth. Stephen moaned and mewled with unabashed delight, but one thought clouded his mind: he had been a good boy for mommy. He made Sticky Pee!
His tiny peepee splurted out three, four, five globs of the icky stuff all over his chest with just a bit ending up on the washcloth a single drop onto his mommy"s finger. With each splash of goo, his penis would only push out more - each time feeling more pleasant than the last. Then, after several very long moments of a pleasure coma, it all stopped. His penis deflated like a popped balloon, ending up back in the water just as it began.
His mommy beamed down at him and he smiled back lazily. "Such a good boy! Good boy, for mommy! Yes you are."
His face flushed not only from the praise, but the heat at what he had just done. He"d never heard of sticky pee before though; what was it? He had no time to think on it, however, as his mommy had already started cleaning him up. She took a clean cloth and wiped away all the icky stickies until he was clean. He was then quickly raised to his feet and she began to wipe him down from head to toe using a big pink towel. In that moment, Stephen felt so amazingly close to his mommy and so happy from his pleasure daze, he could just about fall asleep in her arms.
After rubbing him down from head to feet yet again, she nodded and guided him out the door half naked. His legs felt like rubber, but he managed to make it to his bed and sat down for a quick rest.
"Well, since you were such a good boy, let"s continue that trend. Shall we?" she said rhetorically and started off by picking out his underwear for the day. "Let"s see, batman?" she asked, holding up a white pair of underwear with bat logos all over it.
Stephen shook his head no and pouted a little.
She frowned and shrugged. "Okay, how about Spongebob?" she asked, holding up another pair of white undies, only this time it held a big, smiling certain sponged character on the front.
Stephen giggled a bit, but shook his head. It was then that he felt a warm, clammy feeling all over his bottom and sheets. He frowned and looked down to his penis, which seemed to be splurting out yellow water all over the place. "But"¦ but"¦" he said with a sniffle.
His mom looked up and sighed. "Oh, Stephen, you were supposed to pee after I washed you." Sighing some more, she stood up and grabbed his hand to lead him toward the bathroom. He sniffled a bit, but stayed still while his mom wiped him down with a few baby wipes. She then bluntly grabbed his penis and pointed it down toward the waiting toilet. "Okay, pee now," she commanded as if he were a bad puppy who didn"t quite understand the concept of where to urinate.
He shook his head after a few, awkward moments of nothing. "I don"t gotta anymore"¦" he muttered bashfully.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Sorry, mommy."
"It"s fine," she said with an exasperated sigh. She then took out the spongebob underwear and helped him stand into them. "Up," she commanded and he quickly complied by bringing them up over his now dry privates. She grabbed his hand again and walked off back to his bedroom. "C"mon. We need to get you dressed and your sheets in the wash, pronto."
Stephen"s nose wrinkled a bit with the acidic smell of urine wafting above his bed. He watched as she gathered his sheets and blankets into a large pile and tossed them onto the wood floor. She then reached for the jeans and shirt she had planned for the day, but stopped. Suddenly, watching her son play with his toes who just, moments ago, urinated all over his bed, she thought better of it.
It would be easier to change him in his shortalls, she thought sagely. She suddenly felt that the mature stripped shirt and long jeans no longer flowed well with her son"s attitude or style. After all, he was now busy trying to force himself to not suck his thumb in front of her, but doing a lousy job it by chewing lightly on his hand. She smiled, then grabbed a random white t-shirt and tossed it over his head. After ensuring it was in place, she then grabbed a pair of rather large oshkosh branded shortalls and flipped them out so they would appear smooth and non-wrinkled.
"Okay, sweetie, lay down for mommy," she commanded and quickly guided him down onto the floor. Then, with the expert skills only a mother can provide, she guided him into the shortalls and expertly buttoned them up until he was snug and fit.
For a single moment, Stephen felt something was off about everything. Not just his size, sticky pee"s and the clothes, but by the fact that he was lying on the floor being dressed by his mother of all things. The feeling, however, was not to last when she reached out and brushed his cheek to soothe his nerves. Suddenly, he looked down at his cute shortalls and beamed up at his mommy. They felt amazing and, as soon as his shoes were on, he"d be ready for the day! Who needed jeans and a button up shirt when he had his mommy and his shortalls!
"There we go. Now we just need to get my favorite little guy into his velcro shoes, and we"re ready to face the day!"
"And then ice cream?!" he asked excitedly. She chuckled and nodded, prompting him to leap to his feet in a single bound - after only stumbling twice.
Super hero indeed, she thought with a giggle. "Okay, do you know how to do the straps?" she asked, finding it just a tad silly that her big, eight year old boy couldn"t figure something out as simple as donning his shoes.
He giggled and nodded, then slipped his socks on and pushed his feet into his Dragon Tale shoes. With a single flick on each row, the velcro was fastened tightly. He smiled as he watched his shoes light up with every bump on the floor. "Ready!" he exclaimed, his hands perched on his hips like the silly super hero he totally was.
"You certainly are, but first we need to get a certain hero"s sheets in the wash before they stain."
Stephen blushed, but quickly followed his mommy out the door and down the stairs. She popped everything into their washer machine and slammed the lid shut. "Right, so since you"ve been such a good boy--"
"Mommy," he suddenly said, interrupting her. "What"s sticky pee"¦?" he muttered out, while idly playing with the buttons on his shortalls.
Feeling a tad shocked that he would even ask, she frowned but quickly smiled. "Sticky pee is something bad little boys make when they’re by themselves," she said, her tone taking on a darker element. Stephen"s face lit up and suddenly he listened with rapt attention. "Good little boys tell their mommy"s when their peepee"s are happy and when they need to make a big sticky pee. It"s like going pee on the potty, only you can"t do it by yourself; not unless you want a big spanking. Got it?"
He nodded with a gulp. While it certainly didn"t explain anything concrete, it did make one thing clear: He wasn"t going to be making stickies without mommy"s permission. Not unless he wanted his behind to be as red looking at his penis when he needed to.
Outside they made it for his mommy"s van, but something stopped the two just as they were about to get in. Rachel, a girl from next door, was skipping along with her mommy just inside their driveway.
"Molly, how"re you?"
As the two chattered, Stephen couldn"t help but walk up to Rachel who smiled and waved. The girl seemed just as tall as him, making him think back to his odd morning that seemed so far away. Her tight skirt and mary jane shoes - along with her hair knotted in pigtails - only made her stature seem even more bizarre. Still, something about her cute smile and seemingly shy attitude made Stephen"s face blush like a strawberry.
"H-hi," Stephen stammered out. "I"m Stephen."
Rachel blew a loud bubble with her mouth and began chewing on her purple tinted gum. "Rachel, "Sup?" she asked coolly.
"Uh.. " He looked around, trying desperately to find something - anything to impress the cool big kid. His eyes lit up the second he glanced down to his Dragon Tales shoes. "Look at my shoes! They glow when I stomp, see?" He then jumped up and down and watched as his velcro shoes did a little light show for the both of them.
She giggled then flicked her hair back. Rachel smiled down to the "little boy", trying not to hurt his feelings; especially with her mom so close by. "Uh, neat. They sure look colorful," she noted.
"Yeah! They"re so cool. Are we dating now?" he asked rather bluntly, half wishing he could return the statement as soon as it left his mouth.
She stared at him like a cow may look at an upcoming truck and burst out into a fit of giggles. Stephen started subconsciously chewing on his his thumb, not noticing that she wasn"t even looking at him anymore.
"Wow. You"re silly. Uh, no, we"re not dating. Sorry, kiddo," she said with a cheeky grin. "Oh, hang on." She then reached into her pocket and took out a pink bottle of baby lotion. He watched as she squirted out a liberal amount onto her hands and quickly rubbed them together over and over. For some strange reason, Stephen felt his face flushed even deeper and he continued to suck on his thumb more and more. "Hands feel so dry today," she said casually.
Stephen nodded dumbly, but couldn"t think of any clever or real coherent response.
"C"mon, sweetie, time to get home," Rachel"s mom said and grabbed her hand.
"See ya, silly!" Rachel exclaimed with one last giggle and hopped off, skipping alongside her mom.
"Wow"¦" Stephen uttered while feeling both utterly confused yet content with how that had gone.
His mother yanked his arm, breaking him from his daze. They walked back to the car and he was quickly strapped in the back seat and soon they were off. He looked at the driver"s seat and the steering wheel and could swear he used to be far more familiar with it than now. Had he driven a car before? But the very thought was just silly; little boys couldn"t drive, unless you counted go-karts!
"Mommy! Are we getting ice cream?"
"Soon, sweetie. We"re going to a very special ice cream parlour. But it"s a little far. So, if you can be patient and wait"¦ you can have two ice creams!"
Two?! She may as well have said he"d get a million for the way his face lit up. He bounced up and down in his seat, but kept quiet for his mommy"s sake. If she couldn"t focus on the road, after all, then they couldn"t make it to his ice cream! Several times throughout the trip, he felt his thumb subconsciously reach into his mouth which lulled him into a sort of false sense of security. Everytime he caught himself, he forced his thumb out, only to end up feeling slightly disappointed with the loss of the temporary relaxed state. He finally settled on simply chewing on his thumb and figured that it was grownup enough. Right?
A twinge in his bladder suddenly made him forget about those concerns. He reached for his penis and pushed on it with a groan. "Mommy! I gotta go pee!"
"Almost there, sweetie, just hang on and we"ll find you a potty."
The minutes ticked by and his small urgency to pee grew and grew. He went into a full on panic mode when the urge to poop made itself clear just a moment later. "Mommy! I need a potty!" he screeched and she sped up.
"Just hang on, mommy"s got you," she urged and quickly drove around to find a parking space.
Stephen focused his entire being on holding in his pee and poop. Nothing mattered anymore, not Rachel, not sticky pee, not being a good boy. The only thing that really held any meaning for him, in that moment, was not having one of the worst accidents ever in public. Suddenly the car lurched and made a stop. He nearly let out a few droplets of fresh urine onto his undies, but forced his bladder to hold it all in.
His mom ran around the van, opened his door and unbuckled him. They held hands and she urged him through the parking lot, but the details of everything were lost to him. The only thing that existed to him, in his mind, was a toilet. They just had to find one. He vaguely recognized the sign for a children"s ice cream shop, but paid it no mind.
Stephen looked up to the worker behind the counter, a blond haired woman who looked to be about as old as his mommy. The lady"s face lit up, but before she could say anything, his mommy raised his hand and pointed to a nearby door. Stephen danced on his feet, trying his hardest not to let anything come out.
The lady"s face lit up with recognition and she nodded for the two to follow. A door was quickly unlocked and he followed his mommy into the restroom. She made quick haste of unbuckling his shortalls, pulling down his undies and practically shoving his now half naked body onto a waiting toilet. It was over, he"d won. A second later his bladder and sphincter muscles relaxed and a heavy stream of urine and poop shot out with a vengeance. His breathing relaxed as he panted air.
"S-sorry mommy," he said embarrassingly. He knew full well 8 year old big boys did not need their mommy"s help to go potty.
"Oh, sweetie, it"s fine. You made it anyway!" She then frowned and looked him over. "Do you need help cleanin--"
"No!" he exclaimed, suddenly feeling that this was one duty he did not want his mommy helping out with.
"Alright, just come out when you"re done," she said and turned to leave. Then she stopped and called back, "And don"t forget to wash your hands!"
He nodded while blushing and hiding his penis. True, she had seen it only moments ago and helped him do sticky pee, but this was the potty! He wasn"t in diapers! And he wasn"t some dumb baby that needed help using one! Pouting some, he stood up and did a quick job of wiping his bottom and penis. He fumbled a bit with his shortalls but managed to get them back on and made quick work of washing his hands. He left the stall with one last sigh, but suddenly froze in his tracks. It was Rachel again, still accompanied by her mommy. It was then that Stephen could suddenly make out every detail of the parlour.
It had the standard flare of any old place with two large freezers filled with two dozen ice cream tubs of various flavors. It had cones, toppings, a soft serve machine, chairs, tables and a little fridge filled with snacks and drinks for sale. But that was where the similarities ended. The childish looking decorations on the walls, ceiling and floor made the place seem like some bizarre oversized daycare for adults. Behind the counter there were various sippy cups, bottles and even bibs for sale. An ominous music with no lyrics continued to look in the background, just barely audible to the average person. If he listened to it long enough, he could sense his body slackening a bit.
Rachel suddenly turned around and beamed at him. "Hey, silly! You"re here too?! I love this place!"
He nodded and hid behind his mommy a bit. He watched Rachel ran over to one of the freezers and saw something quite peculiar. He only saw it for a split second, but as the girl bend over to look, he could swear he saw something that clearly wasn"t "big girl" underwear. He shook his head and blinked his eyes, but by the time he had cleared them, she back in her regular standing position.
"What do you think, sweetie? What flavor you want?" her mom asked, pushing him to stand next to Rachel.
"Um"¦ chowclate," he lisped, then wondered exactly why he had done that. "Chocolate," he said again, making sure he came out just right.
"Alrighty, sweetie." She paid for things and chattered a bit with the lady behind the counter. They soon nodded in agreement and soon the ice cream in a cone was hers. His mommy bent down to Stephen and offered the treat with a smile. "This may taste a bit different than what you"re used to. But give it a try."
"Okay"¦" he muttered, suddenly not feeling so sure about staying there. With every second the music looped, he suddenly felt more and more sleepy. But he was here for ice cream! And darnet, he was going to get it! He grabbed his treat greedily and began slurping on it like there was no tomorrow. It didn"t taste one bit weird, in his opinion, it tasted amazing! He slurped and slurped, but suddenly found that he had been seated along, while his mommy went to chat with Rachel"s. The girl in question soon joined him at his side with a cone of her own: vanilla.
She slurped her"s just as noisily and he soon followed. Suddenly Stephen didn"t care so much about the weird babyish place or its relaxing and scary music. He didn"t mind it anymore that his mommy had babied him more than he had ever thought possible in one single morning. No. He was happy sitting next to the cool big kid. She smiled at him and he smiled back, feeling fully content with the world, his treat and his life.
"This place is so awesome," Rachel said, getting a few drips onto her dress.
"Yeah!" Stephen agreed, getting more than a few drips onto his shortalls. He felt a sticky residue of his frozen, sugary treat stick to his lips. When he was finally finished, he sighed and felt more relaxed than ever; more so than even back in the bath with his mommy. He looked over and saw that Rachel looked a bit funny and swayed a tad with the odd sounding nursery music. He tried to focus on just what the music was; it sounded like something a baby would listen to in their crib, a mobile spinning overhead. Rachel swayed with the music and he followed. His thumb made it into his mouth, and this time he did not bother to hide it. His fingers and mouth smelled of chocolate which only seemed to increase his sensations of relaxation, pleasure and content.
"You look silly, Heh, aren"t you a bit big to be sucking your thumb?" Rachel asked cheekily.
"No"¦" he muttered and, in response to this, she shrugged. He smiled at her around his thumb and she smiled back.
"Well, sweetie, I"d get you another, but I think we should clean all of this off first. You"re a mess, mr hero," his mom teased. Both mothers had returned with wipes in hand, ready to clean off their charges. Stephen giggled and patiently waited for mommy to finish so he can have his second promised ice cream. What a lovely day, he thought airily.
Stephen's Lotion
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Stories of Age/Time Transformation