Cynthia Jones might just not have it going down.

Chapter 1
Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Chapter Description: They say to be careful what you wish for. (You just might get it.)

Mrs. Cynthia Jones went to Natasha to iron out a contract that would let her get revenge on her husband for fooling around, bad drinking, a huge gambling debt, and fostering an abusive relationship.

She enters into her contract with the promise that she’d get a youthful, beautiful body. Have the ability to torture her husband by changing his age to whatever she wanted with no repercussions, and to be able to have a date with Natasha.

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Cynthia Jones felt good. She hadn’t felt this good in decades! “Youth is wasted on the young” the now 22-year-old thought to herself.

She waited for her husband Sam to come home permitting her to dole out some proper justice.

Sam walked in the front door, put his briefcase down, and headed for the bedroom to change his clothes into something more appropriate for his rendezvous with his secretary later on that night.

In true slimy fashion, he had led the poor girl on with promises of divorce and a happy home. Never mind that she was 30 years his junior and that he might have changed her diapers a time or two when she was growing up.

She was destined to be his trophy bride, he thought. All was in place, and soon he’d leave his current wife hanging with the large gambling debt that he accumulated, changing his name, and going to another state.

On the way to the living room, he decided to tell his wife to not wait up for him. “I’ll be out to dinner with a client, Cynthia. Don’t wait -”, he stopped in mid-sentence and eyed the gorgeous blonde sitting on the couch, awed by her features.

“And who might you be?” he said turning on the charm and shifting the crotch of his suit to properly accommodate his rising interest. “I take it that you’re visiting and Cynthia’s stepped out momentarily?”

The vision on his couch shot him a smile, got up, came over to him, got in close and personal so that he could smell her freshness which turned him on even more, and said, “She stepped out for a few moments. You look like a sport, how about we act like a couple of adults and go to the bedroom for a quickie before she gets back?”

The powerful emotions of lust are not something to be trifled with. Sam immediately took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. “Just a quickie. I’ve got some important business to take care of a little later.”

In record time, he was out of his pants and shoes then began to undo the zipper on the back of her simple one-piece dress. She stepped out, revealing a set of frilly panties that wouldn’t be out of place in a Frederick’s catalog. Laying back on the bed, she said “C’mon handsome! Times a wasting!”

Sam didn’t have to be told twice. He got down on the bed with her, pulled the panties off in a slow, deliberate style that allowed him to feel up her perfect hips and legs, then embraced her and began to kiss with a passion that melted her like hot butter on a red-hot frying pan. Feeling her womanhood, Sam confirmed that she was very wet. He gave a little squeeze and the resulting spasm was enough to tell him she was ready.

“C’mon, get it in there! We haven’t got all day!” she demanded. He just teased another spasm out of her with a gentle fondle from his hand.

Cynthia had enough! She pushed her husband down on the bed and mounted his stiff member with rough abandon. In all the excitement, he came way too quick and this frustrated her. “Get that thing back up!” she demanded. His member wouldn’t comply.

She grabbed his rod and started pumping it in an attempt to get a rise, but he had already shot his wad and was unable to comply. “Just like a teenager!” she said angrily “One quick shot and you’re done!”

She muttered an incantation under her breath and his body immediately shrank in size and girth to that of a 16-year-old.

He hadn’t realized what had happened, only that he’d gotten his nut and needed to be elsewhere. “Sorry about that! Sometimes I just get too excited and prematurely ejaculate.” Why did his voice sound so high-pitched?

Getting up off the bed, he grabbed his trousers, put them on, and then realized that he couldn’t find a belt-hole at the place where he had tightened it to. He looked down at the belt and realized that his hands were being hampered by his too-large sleeves. Letting the pants fall back down, he raised his arms to see that his suit was now several sizes too big for him. “What the hell?” he muttered.

Cynthia got up from the bed and dragged him to the mirror. An action that wasn’t all that easy, considering his pants were down around his ankles. “What’s that matter, little boy?” she asked as he looked at the pimple-faced visage of his teen self in the mirror with a combination of shock and horror.

“What happened? This isn’t right! Did you just do something to me?” he squeaked out.

“Yeah, I did,” she said. “Here, let’s fix that.” muttering under her breath an even longer incantation, he found himself back to his normal age.

“Um, I gotta go but leave your contact information with my wife, I need to discuss this with you and I’m running late,” he said as he put on his shoes and headed out.

Cynthia smirked at his confusion and relished in the thought of what would happen to him later. The incantation that she used would turn him into a 10-year-old at approximately 10 o’clock. She hoped that his habits hadn’t changed that much since the last time they had sex a few decades ago. This should be very interesting indeed!

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Eleven o’clock rolled around. There was a knock at the front door. A police officer and a very scared little boy presented themselves. “He says he lives here, ma’am,” the policeman said. “Do you take custody of this minor?” Cynthia’s grin was very hard to hide as she said “Yes, officer. Little Sammy here must have snuck out again. He likes to think he’s a lot older, hence the oversize clothing. Silly isn’t it?”

The policeman nodded and jotted down some information on his pad and turned over Sammy, and then left.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself, young man?” asked Cynthia “These late-night antics of yours will just have to stop or you’ll find yourself in Juvenile Detention. Would you like that?”

A confused Sammy said “What did you do to me? This isn’t right! Make me an adult this instant! Where’s my wife?”

Cynthia ushered the little boy into the bedroom, stripped him of his baggy garments, and put him on the bed, naked. “So you want to be a man, do you? Let’s get it on! If you can satisfy me with that hairless little pee-pee, I’ll think about it.” She lay down next to him on the bed inviting him to make the first move.

Try as he might, with all the confusion that little Sammy had been through, he wasn't able to do anything even remotely sexy to Cynthia. He ended up suckling on her nipples for comfort. Cynthia pulled his body into hers and let him try to make some sense of his confused state.

“So, you want to be a baby, huh?” Cynthia purred “Okay then, I did some shopping earlier today and bought you everything you’ll need.” She then muttered an incantation under her breath and Sammy was transformed into a 5-year-old.

Picking him up, she went to the second bedroom, put a diaper and a play shirt on him, and then handed him a fuzzy teddy bear.

“You’ll sleep here tonight. It’s late and you’re well past your bedtime,” said Cynthia as she tucked him into the guest bed. “If you’re still wondering where your wife went, she’s still here. Or should I say, ‘I’m right here?”

Sammy was too tired to argue and fell asleep. Cynthia admired her work and thought of what pranks she’d like to do to Sammy in the future as she headed off to bed.

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Sammy woke up the next morning thinking that the regression incidents that he’d experienced were just a dream. As he went to get out of the guest bed and fell a few inches before his foot hit the floor, the realization hit that it wasn’t. He ran to the bathroom and found everything was looming over him. The sink came up to his Adam's Apple, he could have rested his pee-pee on the toilet, and taking a shower in the cavernous stall in the corner looked daunting at best. He could just reach the controls.

Then there was the matter of what he was wearing; the diaper seemed comfy enough, but he should probably pull it down to use the toilet, then thought better of it, unleashed the floodgates, and let his morning dew thoroughly saturate it. It gave him a warm feeling but the pungent smell of morning dew wasn’t something he wanted to put up with. He popped the adhesive strips and stepped into the shower.

After showering, he opened the stall door to find Cynthia standing there. “Looks like my little man isn’t ready to get out of diapers just yet! Let’s get you ready for the day”. She dried him off with a towel and took him to the guest bedroom where another diaper and play shirt awaited him. He thought about resisting, but then thought better of it. It was probably best to see where she was going with this.

Putting on his sneakers and lacing them up, Cynthia took him by the hand and walked him down to Annie’s house. After visiting with her for a while, the two walked back to their house. “I don’t need no diapers! I’m tired of wearing them!” said Sam followed by a “Wanna bet?” in a threatening tone by Cynthia.

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“Well, it’s time we get you over to Annie’s house, young man. She’ll babysit you and then after mommies hot date, I’ll come to pick you up,” said Cynthia.

“I don’t wanna go and you can’t make me! I’m a grown man, and I’m sick of you treating me this way!” said Sammy with a bit of backbone “And another thing, you turn me back to my proper age immediately! This joke’s gone on for far too long!”

Cynthia smiled at him “Whatever do you mean? You’ve always been a little boy who hasn’t grown up leaving me to clean up your messes!”

“I won’t go!” said Sammy firmly and crossed his arms across his chest to indicate the matter had been settled.

Cynthia muttered an incantation under her breath and Sammy lost height and balance at the same time, falling backward on his tush and oversize clothing. His age was now all of 16 months.

Picking up the baby, Cynthia dressed him up with a onesie, diaper, and bib. She grabbed a diaper bag that she’d packed earlier after putting him in a stroller and wheeled him down to Annie’s house. Annie, while taken aback at Sammy’s new age, said nothing and just checked over the contents of the diaper bag to see that everything had been provided for. It checked, and she wished Cynthia good luck on her date that night.

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At dinner, Cynthia’s attention was on Natasha and only Natasha. She sampled her food all the while admiring Natasha’s healthy appetite. She insisted on a second bottle of wine, all the while sipping hers and insisting that Natasha get the lion’s share. “Better to have him a bit drunk when I ask him for a one-nighter,” she thought.

Their meal finished, the two went to see a chick-flick. Cynthia pressed her luck and gave Natasha a kiss. He responded chastely and after the show, wished her a good evening. Not being one to take a hint, Cynthia suggested they come over to her house for a nightcap. Natasha deferred and took her up on an offer of a rain check.

Cynthia got home, horny and frustrated. She went to the bathroom and pleasured herself several times to take the edge off. Then she went to Annie’s place and picked up little Sammy, rolled him back home, and aged him up to 5 years.

“So, you were saying something about not going?” she asked with a bit of snark in her voice.

“You’ve won this round. I’m going to bed,” said Sammy

Cynthia grabbed him up, put him in a thick overnight and a full set of pajamas complete with back flap, (not that he’d need it), then tucked him in bed and went to hers as well.

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Cynthia aged up Sammy to 14, told him she had an appointment, and left him on his best behavior with the threat that it would be dire for him if he didn’t toe the line.

She arrived at Natasha’s place of business and after a bit of small talk, asked him to come over to her place for dinner and lovemaking. Natasha declined.

Cynthia’s sexual frustration took over then and she asked him when would be a good time for them to have a sexual union? Natasha replied that there were many fish in the ocean, why not fish for another? Cynthia said that their contract guaranteed that they have sex at least once to which Natasha said “Maybe later, I’m just not in the mood”.

After making an unreasonable demand and making a nuisance of herself, Natasha decided to cool her on the idea for a little while.

“Do you remember our contract’s other clause, my dear? The clause that allows me to adjust a thing or two to my liking?” asked a stern Natasha.

Cynthia shrank into her expensive clothing and fell off her high heels. A sexless girl of 11 stood in her place. Natasha had turned her clock back to a time just on the cusp of beginning puberty.

“If you don't want to live the rest of your life just looking at, but never participating in copulation, I suggest you go cool your heels for a while. I’ll call you when I’m ready” said Natasha.

Cindy was shocked and taken aback! All she wanted was sex, was that so bad? “How am I going to get back home like this? Nothing fits and nothing stays in place!” was all she asked.

Natasha snapped his fingers. Her clothing morphed into a pre-tween version of her expensive Prada outfit with her killer high-heels exchanged with a pair of equivalent flats. Even the pearls that she wore around her neck had been cut down to fit. Cindy stood there looking for all the world like a child playing dress-up for play.

“Be off!” snapped Natasha. She left without a word.

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Upon reaching home, Cindy braced herself for the onslaught of questions that Sam would have for her. She found him in the living room, lounging in a chair and watching music videos on their ancient TV.

He got up and sauntered over, “I’d ask what happened to you, but it’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” he said and patiently waited for her response.

Cindy stood there, her expensive Prada dress seemed to radiate dollar signs, but it did little for the tiny set of breasts that were just little molehills underneath. Her lack of womanly hips and the little protuberance of baby fat around her midriff did little to enhance the value of the dress as well. In the back, the material hanging off her flat, childish butt seemed to say “Meh.”

Coming out of her shock, anger took over and she turned to the object that would give her some feeling of cold, hard satisfaction. She started to mutter under her breath and then stopped, looked 14-year-old Sam up and down, then coyly put a hand on his shoulder.

“Make me feel like a woman,” she said “And I’ll go easy on you for the next week” she ended pleadingly.

Sam, with a look of pity in his eyes, gave her a hug, kissed her forehead, and said “I can’t do that.”

Cindy broke down and started to cry. Sam just hugged and consoled her. They stayed like this for a solid hour while Cindy’s body shook itself uncontrollably and released wracking sobs. She felt better afterward. Her sticky, black emotions had been expunged for a little while allowing a feeble ray of light to brighten a new perspective on her life and their situation.

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At Annie’s house, a little girl in a t-shirt and jeans with her hair braided in pigtails sat on a couch and conversed with a teenager dressed in a 1950’s classic outfit as she performed typical household chores. The two seemed to enjoy each other’s company very much. Annie came in with a teapot and saucers on a tray, put it down and the three had tea together.

The doorbell rang and Sam admitted himself to the house. He was in his late thirties, balding, and sported a paunch. “Time to go home, Cindy” he addressed the little girl. “Okay, Sam!” replied the girl dutifully, and got up to join him and leave.

“Well, it looks like the two are working through their differences,” said Annie “it’s good to see in this day and age of speedy divorces and high infidelity.”

“Yeah, Sam paid off all their debts, told the truth to his secretary, and quit drinking,” said Penny who was up in the ways of gathering information, (IE: Gossip), “They have a long way to go, and I think Natasha might actually grant her a few years of age when they’re ready for the next level”.

“I’m shocked that the old scratch and sniff actually helped their marriage out” replied Annie “I would have thought he’d wreck it just for fun,” said Annie.

“I think that given the choice of sexual relations with Cindy or healing their marriage, the latter was the lesser of two evils for him” replied Penny.

And with that, the two picked up the remains of their tea, took it to the kitchen and started to prepare dinner.