Cynthia Jones and the business office of doom.

Chapter 1
"Come up and see me sometime"

Chapter Description: Cynthia Jones shows us how willing she is to get a date with Natasha. (09/17/2021: Edited for grammar errors)

 Natasha couldn’t believe his luck! Here was a new contract being made by an old man for him and his wife to have their body clocks reversed. “You’re sure that’s all you want?” he asked.

“Yes, I reckon that’ll do,” said the pensioner “I and the Mrs. want to live our lives in reverse, ending up as babies”.

“You do realize I get your souls in the end, right?” asked an incredulous Natasha “You want to just regress to babies throughout your current lifespans and that’s it?”

“Yep, can’t think of a fairer deal,” said the Septuagenarian “Instead of dying in a few years, we age in reverse for the next 90 years or so and end up as babies, you get our souls after. What could be fairer?”

Natasha pulled out a boilerplate contract, filled in the details, and presented it to the senior citizen for signing. “I just need to call in a notary to witness, and we’re done,” he said. And all it would take would be 90 years, what a bargain!

The notary came in introduced themselves and witnessed the signing and then used his embosser to verify the document.

“Pleasure doing business with you! Wait’ll Maisie hears about this!” said the oldster as he got up with great difficulty using his cane and walked out of Natasha’s office.

“He didn’t even inform his wife or get her approval,” said the Notary with a deadpan expression. With nothing more for him to witness, the notary left Natasha’s office.

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Cynthia Jones entered Natasha’s office. The little eleven-year-old girl was dressed up in an off-the-shoulder dark blue evening dress and one-inch black stiletto heels. Under the dress she wore a set of falsies that pushed out from her chest, giving the appearance of boobs. The back of the dress was flatter than her childish rear further adding to the farce that she was trying to pass as a more mature person.

Cherry red lipstick, bright pink rouged cheeks, and medium green eye shadow complete with long black false eye-lashes gave the little girl an appearance not unlike a clown.

“What do you want?” asked Natasha, “I didn’t call for you. Why are you here?”

The little girl clumsily sashayed across the room on her wobbly stiletto heels which emphasized her hip motion in a comical fashion that did nothing to suggest in any way what she was doing was sexy in the least.

She walked up to Natasha who sat behind his desk, wrapped her arms around his broad, well-sculpted bicep, pushed her fake boobs into his arm, and asked with her childish voice  “I was wondering if you might want to spend a little time with me, big boy? I’ve missed our time together so much!” 

Natasha was getting ready to boil over, his mercurial temper was infamous for leveling entire towns when he got upset. He looked down at the little girl as he prepared to do severe damage to her person. He paused as he smelled the Chanel No. 5 wafting up from her and burst out laughing at the utter ridiculousness of the situation.

Natasha laughed long and hard, he'd not laughed this way in centuries! The honest bellylaugh gave way to little fits of laughter that came out in snorts as he found new things about the situation to laugh about. Cynthia at first was forced to let go, this was partly due to him thrashing about, holding his gut, attempting to get control only to dissolve into more fits of laughter, stepping back to watch while putting her hands on her hips, and getting angrier at his lack of seriousness by the second.

After the furor died down and Natasha was wiping the endless massive tears streaming down his face from the laughter, he glanced over to Cynthia, who pouted while tapping her foot on the ground, (which isn’t the easiest thing to do in stilettos), and had her arms crossed across her flat chest. This started a whole new round of hilarity for him lasting for a few more minutes.

Just as Cynthia finally realized that she’d get nowhere with him and started to leave, he called out for her through his uncontrollable mirth and motioned for her to stay while he calmed down, getting down to the brass tacks of their situation.

Drawing a massive breath to calm himself, he said “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. That was the best laugh I’ve had in a very long while, congratulations on pulling it off!” chortled Natasha.

“Um, yeah, right, good joke. Heh heh heh.” said an embarrassed Cynthia in a wounded flat voice while attempting to keep her embarrassment tamped down.

“So you still want to date me, even though I turned your clock back to just before puberty in an attempt to get you to see the image I have of you. Is that it?” He asked a bit more soberly now. He snapped his fingers and a playpen appeared on the office floor with lots of baby toys to play with for happy young toddlers.

“Perhaps a little time-out is in order, my dear? Maybe a decade or two for starters, hmm?” He said as an oily grin spread itself across his face replacing the honest smile and gestured towards to playpen with dramatic flair and a sweeping hand.

“N-No, that’s not what I want,” said the little girl as a deep foreboding feeling of dread made its presence known in her stomach and crept its way over the rest of her body.

“Well, what is it, then?” he asked impatiently, “I don’t have all day, you know! Spit it out!”

If Cynthia were a chipmunk, she would know the fear one feels when it's being toyed with by a bored cat.

“I-I, um, w-well,” she stammered while starting to visibly shake, “Never mind! It’s not important!” she blurted out and turned to hurriedly leave but finding that her feet were seemingly glued to the floor, still facing Natasha. She couldn’t move now, she was frozen in place, the frightened little girl stared with big, round eyes full of dread and terror at the powerful figure sitting menacingly in Natasha's chair.

“Well, thanks for the visit then,” said Natasha. The Playpen disappeared and her clothing was changed to a shapeless blue striped t-shirt, a pair of cheap jeans with an elastic waistband, cotton socks, and cheap sneakers. A no-name baseball cap with the bill facing sideways covered her head while a bright, colorful temporary butterfly tattoo appeared on her face as her gaudy makeup disappeared, leaving freshly scrubbed skin and graced her adolescent cheek.

Cynthia now looked very much like a young girl that had spent the day at an amusement park and had a dreadful time of it.

Natasha reached behind his desk, pulled out a plastic pail and shovel, got up, and handed it to her, releasing the holding spell he had cast to keep her still.

The tension that had held the little girl rooted to the spot she stood upon left her body only to be quickly taken up again as she slowly realized her new situation.

“Um, I’ll just go now,” said the little girl and turned to leave. After a few steps and loud crinkling noises, she became aware of an increased thickness to her underwear, stopped and pulled out her waistband to see the top of a plain white youth diaper staring back at her.

“What the heck am I wearing?” she asked in a surprised tone as her voice rose slightly in pitch.

“Consider this a warning, my dear. I hope you find the fit of your current underwear to be comfortable because you’ll be seeing a lot more of them.” said Natasha “Go play in the park next door, there’s a sandbox there for little girls just like you!”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She left Natasha’s office and made a beeline for her home. Only noticing after she arrived that her age had been reduced by another year to 10. It made little difference with her current wardrobe, but there was a gap where her left canine should have been and that bothered her.

She also noticed that she had peed in the youth diaper without realizing it. As she wondered if Natasha had made her incontinent, another burst of pee made its way freely out of her bladder to further moisten the diaper confirming that indeed she was.

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The next day she was at Annie’s house, explaining what had happened, leaving out the comical prepubescent attempt and failure of her "sexy" seduction.

“You got off easy, Cindy. I’m surprised I’m not tucking in your crib for a nap after a diaper change”.

“But what can I do? I don’t want to be a little girl for the rest of my life and if Natasha grows me back up, he’s under obligation to take me on a date” the little girl said with a pout.

“How about releasing him from the date? If he doesn’t have to date you, then there’s no reason to keep you at your current age” suggested Annie.

“But if I even call him on the phone, he’ll probably zap first and not ask questions later!” said Cindy still pouting. Her cute little lower lip sticking out brought out an “a-w-w-w-w-w!” sound From Annie.

“I could try to call him, but he might zap you for me calling on your behalf” reasoned Annie as she unconsciously pulled the little girl’s waistband out to check its degree of wetness. Cindy was embarrassed but realized it had to be done and submitted herself for a diaper change.

“Well, since I’m incontinent anyway, what’s the difference? Go ahead and call, Annie” said the momentarily dry Cindy.

Annie called Natasha “Hi. Yes, it’s me. Yes, she is. No, I’m not calling specifically for her. Uh-huh! Right, I’ll be quick then. She’s willing to scratch the date if she can be grown up and continent. Yup, no strings. Right, I’ll tell her.” The phone went off-line as Natasha closed the connection on the other end.

Annie said, “He’s okay with it, he advised that you might want to get out of your clothing as quickly as possible!” Cindy jumped for joy and started stripping.

Annie went to get a towel and found that Cynthia, now age 23, had grown up to become a stunning blond with a great figure standing stark naked in her kitchen. “He didn’t waste any time, at least!” she said.

Cynthia looked at Annie and asked “Mommy, why am I nakies? Is it bath time?” Annie quickly caught on to her mental regression and asked, “Cindy, how old are you, today?”

Cindy thought for a bit, looked at her hand, concentrated while taking on the mental task, then held up 3 fingers.

Annie wished her body to be 20 years older and grabbed Cindy who was starting to explore her pubic area and tease the hairs there before wishing herself to be 20 years younger bringing Cindy along for the temporal ride and ending up as a 3-year-old, wondering where her pubic hairs had gone, and continued her exploration of the nude area that was formerly hairy.

Grabbing up the toddler, Annie diapered her up, put a play shirt on her, and dropped her in the playpen in the front room. “Sam is going to be real thrilled about this, I’m certain,” she said sarcastically.

At five, Sam rang the doorbell and came in. Finding a 3-year-old Cindy happily playing with toddler toys in the playpen, he asked “Let me guess, contract renegotiation?” Annie nodded her head and offered some dinner before he went home. Sam accepted and fed Cindy some pureed peas to go with the chicken tenders that Annie cooked up for her.

“So, she renegotiated, got her continence and adult body back, but didn’t specify what mental age she wanted to be and Natasha took advantage of that,” surmised Sam “classic Natasha, just classic”.

Cindy was bouncing on his knee and enjoying the big guy’s company. The little girl was smitten with the big man and asked him on a date. “Sorry honey, I can’t do that, I’m too old for you. You’ll have to wait for a few years.” When Cindy asked how many, Sam said “About 15 or so”.

Cindy wanted that date now and said “I wish you were my age, then we could play!” Sam looked aghast and regressed to toddler age as Cindy had wished. “Why did you do that?” said Sam as he stepped out of the pile of oversized clothing that he formerly wore. “Now we can play!” said Cindy “But first, Mommy Annie should put a diaper on you because you can’t be nakies!”

Annie gave Sam a pull-up and as he worked to put it on with clumsy fingers and reduced motor skills, she convinced the little girl that Sam had to be older to take care of her. “How much older?” asked Cindy, still wanting a play date. “20 years at least, dear” replied Annie.

The little girl argued some more for a playdate, and Annie promised that she could have one tomorrow as it was too late right now. “You need to get cleaned up, brush your teeth and get ready for bed,” said Annie. “Yes, mommy!” said Cindy as she stifled a yawn. She looked over to Sam and wished him 20 years older. He blew out the sides of the pull-up as he regained adult age.

Annie cleaned up Cindy and helped her brush her teeth, put a fresh diaper on her, and dressed her up in a cute set of size 3T toddler pajamas. Cindy cuddled into Sam sleepily and sucked her thumb as he wished Annie a good night and took Cindy home with him.

“What a mess!” muttered Annie as the two walked away.

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The next day, Sam brought Cindy to Annie’s house who remembered the prior day's promise. Annie offered to look after Sam and Annie while they had their play-date. So, Sam in a pull-up and Cindy wearing a diaper were both put in the playpen. The two had a fun time together playing with the toys, had lunch served by Annie, were put down for a nap, woke up, and played until dinner.

Cindy wished Sam back to 23, and the two went back home.

Natasha rang Annie’s doorbell at 7 PM. Invited himself in and the two had a chat concerning Cindy. “I just couldn’t see her as an adult” confessed Natasha. “She’s on the hook with our contract and I don’t want her to pester me at my office for a few decades, nor do I feel that there is there any reason for her to do so”.

“Well, why not give her a slight renegotiation and allow her to change her age like I do mine?” Asked Annie. Natasha demurred but Annie pushed her idea “If she’s preoccupied with age experimentation, she might go elsewhere for her fun and I think that she and Sam are getting over their differences. There’s a lot of heavy baggage between the two, but I think they can work it out”.

“Plus, if you make it so that should she decide to visit you, she’ll get progressively younger as she approaches your office as a warning, I believe that should be enough” reasoned Annie “If that doesn’t work, then, by all means, leave her as a toddler for the next few decades”.

“Very well, if she calls me on the phone or contacts me in any way, that will be her fate. Until then she’s welcome to experiment with herself at different ages as she sees fit” sighed Natasha wanting Cindy to stop bothering him and knowing that he’d have to make a concession or two to make that happen.

“Well, I’m out!” said Natasha.

“Don’t be a stranger” replied Annie allowing him the leeway to come around now and then to keep her abreast of his dealings.

Natasha seemed to consider it and left by the front door.

Fin