Little League, by Time Minder

Chapter 2
Little League, Part 2

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Chapter Description: By Time Minder

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By Time Minder

The rest of the evening was spent showing the "new" adults how to manage for themselves. Sammy showed his son how to shave and where all of his clothes would be. They decided to change rooms since most of the things they needed were now located in each other’s rooms.

Chris had bigger problems. He walked into Christie’s room, only to find her standing buck naked in front of the mirror. Chris stopped dead in his tracks. Up to now he hadn’t realized how much she looked like her late mother. He felt embarrassed and started to leave the room when Christie saw him.

"Hi daddy", she said with a smile, Would you help me with this?"

In her outstretched hand was a bra. ’Of course’ thought Chris, ’Christie was only seven years old when she lost touch with reality.’ She has no concept of modesty.’

He slowly entered the room and took the garment from her. He straightened it up and held up the straps for her to put her arms through. She was taller than him, now, which was disconcerting. She put her arms through the straps. He couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so close. Feelings stirred inside of him. What was happening? This wasn’t right! His teen hormones were betraying him.

He quickly moved around behind her and fastened the hooks. Chris looked around her shoulder to make sure her bra was on right. Her reflection showed a full grown, sexy woman, nude from the waist down. It also showed one more thing, an unmistakable bulge in his pants. ’Oh, God’, he thought, ’I’ve got an erection!’

His face flush in embarrassment, young Chris mumbled "There, you...you ought to be able to make it okay from here", and raced out the door leaving his daughter confused.

’Tomorrow’, thought Chris, ’I’m going to have to have a long, long talk with that girl.

Several days passed. There was much to do. Teach them how to use a credit card; how to act in public; about sex and all of the feelings associated with that. The most harrowing job was teaching the adult Charlie how to drive a car. After all, they couldn’t be seen around town with children driving the family car. That took more than one session. Eventually, after plenty of near crashes, Charlie got the hang of it.

Finally, the big day arrived. Little League tryout day. Sammy was so excited, he could hardly sleep the night before. Chris was more subdued. He was beginning to wonder if this had all been one huge mistake.

"Wish us luck" called Sammy, as the two boys headed out the door. The ball field was only a half-mile from the house, so they decided it would be better if they went by foot.

They walked over to the dugout where the registration desk was set up.

"Name?" said a rather sever looking woman.

"Sammm.....I..I mean, Charlie Pierce, mam." Whew, that was close. The woman looked at him oddly, but then wrote down his name.

"Position?" came the next question. "Pitcher" he replied.

The rest of the day did not go as the "Ex" men had planned. Chris was taller and more confident than most of the boys there, not to mention, a lot stronger. He swatted the balls, one after another, deep into the outfield. Some even went over the fence.

Sammy, on the other hand, was one of the smallest boys there. When his turn to pitch came up, he picked up the ball. It felt too big in his small hand. He couldn’t seem to get his fingers around it like he used to. The real shock came when he threw the first pitch. He wound up, and hurled it as hard as he could. The ball left his hand, and sailed in a slow, lazy arc. It bounced two feet in front of the plate.

"Oh, no’ thought Sam, as a panic gripped him. ’We’ve been so busy with the kids, that I didn’t get a chance to practice. ’I didn’t start pitching until I was twelve and a lot bigger.’

He tried again, and this time threw even harder this time. This time the ball went a little farther, but still bounced in front of the plate. ’It’s not use’, thought Sammy, ’I’m too weak to pitch. ’I never realized how small I was at this age’.

Batting was even worse. Every bat he picked up felt too heavy, like he was holding an eight-foot, two-by-four. Finally, he had to spread his hands apart just to wield the enormous weight.

The pitcher threw the ball. Sammy swung and missed it completely. Again came the pitch, and again, he missed. On the final pitch, Sam made contact. The ball dribbled on the ground and stopped just short of third base.

"Next" said the batting coach.

By the end of the day, the teams were chosen. Chris made the "Giants" squad. The teams were assembled in little groups around the diamond.

Near home plate were dozen or so kids that had not been selected. Sam was in that group. The disappointment was obvious on his face. To have gone through all of this trouble, only to not make it onto a team was devastating.

Chris looked on with sympathy for his long time friend. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He walked over to his coach and said: "Coach, I’ve seen that little guy over there play before and I’m telling you, he’s a really good player. He was just nervous today. Can’t we make room for him on this team?"

"Sorry son" said the coach, but this team’s roster is already full. Let me see if any of the other coaches still has some room for him.

Fortunately, there was one spot left on the "Pirates" team.

As Chris and Sammy walked back to the house, a dejected Sam said "I can’t believe I played so bad today."

"Ah, come on , Sam. You just have to get used to the new body you have. Remember, you still have the knowledge. Tell you what. I’ll help you. We’ll start tonight."

Sure enough, by the end of the week, Sam was a lot better. He could no longer hit a ball out of the park, but adopted a "Pete Rose" style of smacking line drives.

Meanwhile, the two "ex" kids were struggling to become adults. They spent a lot of time together and even went on drives to get ice cream. One evening before the boys got home, Christie said "Gee, Charlie, I just don’t understand this whole sex thing."

"Neither do I" was his response. "It has something to do with taking your clothes off, I think".

Christie looked puzzled. "Taking our clothes off? That’s weird".

"Well, that’s what my buddies at school told me. Why, do you want to try it?"

A smile spread across Christie’s face. "I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, would it?"

They went upstairs to her bedroom, where there was a full-length mirror, and took off all of their outer clothes.

They stood there nervously, not wanting to be the first to go on. "Well" said Christie, "I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours."

They stripped off their underwear and stood looking at one another. "Wow" Christie said, "You have a lot of muscles. It makes me feel tingly inside".

Charlie didn’t say anything, but he also felt something. A feeling he had never felt before. It started in his groin and sent shivers up his spine. In surprise, he watched his penis begin to rise up. Pretty soon it stood up and pointed straight out. The feeling was fantastic.

"What is that?" said a shocked Christie, pointing at him.

"I..I don’t know, but it sure feels good."

Just then, they heard the front door slam. "It’s our dads!" shouted Charlie. "We better not let them catch us like this."

They quickly dressed and went downstairs. Later on at supper, they exchanged quick glances and smiled at each other. They had a secret, and for now, it was just between them.

The weeks went by. The ball playing men, disguised as boys, were having the time of their lives. Each of their teams was winning.

Christie and Charlie, in the meantime, grew closer together. They took long, hot baths together, and snuggled each evening on the couch. Eventually, one of them suggested that they kiss. Neither of them liked it at first. But, they kept at it, and soon enough, the kissing turned into touching and petting each other.

One evening, after everyone had gone to bed, Chris heard a noise from Christie’s room. It was a quiet moaning and got progressively louder. Chris realized that Christie was masturbating. He smiled to himself. His little girl was all grown up now. Why shouldn’t she please herself. As a matter of fact, why shouldn’t he?

At the ballpark today, he had seen a woman that he had once dated. Becky Henderson was there with her son, Todd, who played for the "Red Sox".

Becky was so pretty. And they had never really gotten to the point of making love before the relationship ended. Chris had befriended Todd, who in turn introduced him to his mother. Then she invited him over to their house for a swim in the pool.

Becky had worn a very sexy bikini, and Chris had found it difficult not to stare at her. ’Yeah, Becky Henderson", he thought back in his bed. He began rubbing himself and in a very short time, a spasm of pleasure washed over him.

On the other side of the house, there was other things going on. Sam was in bed, a look of disgust on his face. There were noises also coming from Charlie’s room. It was obvious he was masturbating. There was nothing Sam could do about it. He couldn’t watch him all hours of the day.

"Oh, well" he sighed. Come to think of it; in the weeks that Sam had been a kid, he had felt no sexual urges at all. ’That is too bad’, he thought. ’God, I hate being this young’!

After a month, Charlie and Christie became lovers. They reveled in their daily discoveries of each other’s, and their own bodies.

They began to spend all of their waking hours together, not letting on to their fathers that there was anything going on.

Two and a half months later, they declared their love for each other. As each day went by, they felt more and more like adults.

And each day, Sammy and Chris felt and acted more and more like kids.

"Do you feel it too?" asked Sam one day. "I mean, I used to read the paper all of the time. And now it seems boring. I find myself watching cartoons".

"I know what you mean" said Chris "Hell, I get a hard-on just looking at the women’s underwear section of the Sears catalog."

"Well, at least it will be over soon" said Sam. "Then we can be our old, and I do mean old selves again."

"It will be a welcome relief" agreed Chris.

The last week of the season was upon them. Chris’s team was unexpectedly eliminated early in the playoffs. Sammy’s team did make it to the final two. The entire season came down to one game to be played that Saturday.

On Thursday, Sam and Chris decided to skip the final practice and head home early. They walked in the door and heard a noise upstairs. Upon investigating, they opened the door to Christie’s room and found her and Charlie in the throes of lovemaking.

Sammy burst into the room "What the hell’s going on here?"

Shocked and embarrassed, the two hastily gathered up their clothes and sat there in silence.

"I can’t believe you two" Screamed Sammy in his high tenor. "That’s it! As soon as the game is over Saturday, we’re changing you two back to kids."

Christie jumped out of the bed and fumbled with her clothes. "But...But you can’t do this to us. We love each other and want to be married. How can you take that away from us?"

It was Chris who replied....."What would you have us do? Stay the way we are forever? You’re asking too much of us."

This time it was Charlie who stood up. There was anger on his face. It was the first time that Sam had seen it on the man-child.

"Hey, it was you two who turned us into adults in the first place. How can you expect us not to act like adults".

Sammy was undeterred. "So what, that doesn’t give you the right to go screwing around like a couple of animals."

Charlie stomped over and stood towering over his diminished father. Sammy recoiled and almost thought his son might hit him. But he didn’t.

Charlie gritted his teeth and said "Well, what are you going to do about it, little man? You may be my father, and you may get your wish to turn us back, but until then, we are the only adults in this house. So, from now on, we are going to act our ages. That means you two kids get the hell out of our room and leave us alone. You don’t have any power over what we do; at least not until Saturday."

With that, Charlie shoved the boys out of the room and slammed the door. It was obvious that he intended on spending the night in Christie’s room.

"What are we going to do, Sammy"? whined Chris.

"I’ll tell you what" said Sam. "We are going to do exactly nothing. Let them have their fun. We’ll have the last laugh on Saturday when we change them back. Then everything will be allright.".

The next two days they stayed away from each other. Charlie and Christie took long walks, talking intensely to one other.

"What are we going to do, Charlie?" said a sobbing Christie. "I can’t go back to being a ten year old. It would kill me. I love you too much for that. On the other hand, we can’t leave our fathers the way they are. They would never forgive us."

Charlie kissed her "Don’t worry, honey, we’ll think of something."

Saturday came. Chris went to the game to root for his old friend. Around the middle of the game, it looked as if Sammy’s team would win easily. Chris spotted Todd, standing by himself behind the home plate fence.

"Where’s your mom, Todd"? he asked.

"Well, she had to work last night, and was pretty tired, so she decided not to come out today."

"Oh" was all Chris said.

Todd wandered off.

’Hmm’ thought Chris. ’maybe I’ll go pay a visit to "old" Becky.

He walked over to her house and went back to the pool area. Becky was laying on a deck chair in her bikini. ’God,’ he thought as he looked at her, ’She is beautiful’.

He walked over to her. She was asleep, but Chris didn’t realize it.

"Rub some lotion on me, darling" she murmured in her dream state.

Chris, at first shocked, quickly recovered and found the lotion. He put some in his hand, which he placed on her warm stomach and began rubbing.

"Mmmm, that feels good" whispered Becky.

Emboldened, Chris began widening his circles. Finally, he moved his fingers up to the strap between her breasts. He could bearly contain his excitement. He pulled at the string and the bikini top gave way, exposing her two lucious mammies. Chris’s erection was complete. It could not get any harder. He was struggling to remain in control, but he could not pass up a chance like this. After all, she had invited him.

He placed his trembling hand on her right breast, and began rubbing. She sighed softly.

Then he lost it. On came the greatest orgasm that he had ever felt. He left out a loud grunt. This startled Becky awake, who screamed and covered her tits.

"How dare your!" she wailed.

"But...but..." he stammered, "You invited me".

Becky was aghast. "What? I invited you? Why, you’re just a kid. I wouldn’t have sex with a mere child. You get the hell out of here, you pervert, and don’t come back. Or, I’ll call the cops".

Chris was one huge ball of fear and embarrassment. He bolted for the pool gate and never looked back.

Finally after a few blocks, he slowed down. ’What the hell was that all about?’ he wondered.

By the time that Chris got back to the ballpark, the game was long over and everyone had left. He was about to leave himself, when he heard the sounds of a child crying. He walked around one of the dugouts and found his friend Sam. He was sobbing his eyes out, looking so pitiful and helpless.

"What in the world’s the matter, Sam?"

"We..we lost the game..." Sammy said through his tears... "I can’t believe we lost the game."

"Come on, Sam, you’re a grown man. It was only a game, you know?"

Sammy quit crying and wiped his eyes. "I..I know, Chris, but I don’t feel like a man anymore. Every day that goes by, I feel more and more like a kid."

"I know what you mean, Sam. But now it’s all over. We can go back to being grown ups again. I’ve almost forgotten what beer tastes like."

"Yeah" sniffed Sammy. "Grown-ups. Let’s go".

Back at the house they found Charlie and Christie and went to the basement. Christie was crying. "Don’t cry, honey" said her father "It’s for the best, you know".

"I have some good news dad", said Charlie. "I’ve been studying the instructions, and I think I know a way to make all four of us change at the same time."

"Good work, son" said Sammy, trying to mend fences "I’m proud of you."

Charlie had the boys strip and get into position. For modesty’s sake, they each warped a towel around their midsection. Then Charlie and Christie took their positions behind the crystal.

"Ready?" said Charlie.....and without waiting for a response, pushed the button.

This time the crystal split apart and four beams emitted from the pedestal. Each person in the room was again struck by the beam of pulsating light.

Seconds passed.

"Man, it is going to feel so good to be an adult again" said Sammy.

"You are so right partner", said Chris.

There was something in the way Chris responded that bothered Sam. Then he realized what it was. It was his voice. It didn’t sound right. It was higher pitched, not the cracking teen voice he had gotten used to.

He looked over at Chris and was startled to see that his friend looked younger, a lot younger, more like the nine-year-old that Sam was. Or was he?

"Chris" yelled Sam, his voice sounded like a baby’s. "Look at yourself. Something’s gone wrong".

Chris did so, and as he was watching, the towel dropped from his hips. Gone was the pubic hair that he had grown used to in the last few months. Gone were the muscles of a young teen. He was rapidly de-aging, getting younger with each passing second.

He looked at Sammy. A child of kindergarten age stared wide-eyed back at him.

Quickly, Chris glanced over to the other side of the room. Christie and Charlie stood there, but there was something different about them. There were more wrinkles on their face then before.

Then he figured it out. They were not going to return him and Sam to their original ages. They were siphoning off even more years from them, stealing even the precious few that they had left.

And then the machine shut off.

Chris wasn’t even a six-year-old boy. He looked at his long time friend. Sammy was now a squat, tiny three-year-old. The two tikes just stared at each other.

Finally, Chris turned back to the adult couple. "Why"? was all he could say.

"It’s simple" said Charlie. "We really do love each other and wanted to start a life and a family together. But, we knew that you would never agree to that."

"Yes" chimed in Christie. "But we figured if we made you into really little kids, you couldn’t stop us."

"And, now you can’t" said Charlie.

"That’s not all, daddy, Charlie here was able to make one more adjustment on the machine. He has set it so that it will regress you two mentally as well. In a few short hours, you and Sammy will not remember that you were ever once adults."

Chris, whittled down to just a child, could only stare at them.

Little Sammy began to cry.

Six months later, the little boys were playing in the back yard.

The smaller one picked up a plastic whiffle ball and flung it at the bigger kid.

"I be a basey-ball player".

"No you won’t either" said the six-year-old. "I’ll be the base ball player. I only have to wait three whole more years and then I’ll be old enough to join the Little League.

"Lit...tle whig." Said the toddler.

The end.

 

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