Control Yourself!

Chapter 2
Chapter 2

Control Yourself! Chapter 2

by Ungulate

Kim drove them back from Tom’s office. John wanted to prevent her from driving, but she would have none of it.

’John, I just don’t get stressed out like you when I drive. In fact, listening to you curse and swear at other drivers stresses me out more...’ She stated.

She was actually enjoying the drive, which was odd. She usually hated getting behind the wheel, but this was fun! John noticed that she was going a little over the speed limit.

’Anxious to get home, hon?’ He commented, looking at her. She was so full of energy and zest! Her cleavage pressed itself outwards from her body, begging for attention. John felt his penis get hard as he watched Kim bite her bottom lip, focusing on the traffic and leaning slightly forward to embrace to steering wheel. He stopped himself, trying to think about something else. They wouldn’t be able to risk sexual intercourse, as it might send his now-gorgeous wife into a tailspin towards infancy.

’I feel so alive!’ She said, with her eyes wide. ’I forgot what it felt like to be 21! What a difference!’ she exclaimed, making a quick lane change. The police officer that pulled them over didn’t seem overly-amused by Kim’s zest for life, as he handed her the ticket. She hadn’t gotten a speeding ticket in years. John was looking at the ticket as they pulled into the driveway.

’Great, nice timing on this one dear... I guess our poor children will have to go to school with no shoes after all!’

’Hey, when I was their age, we had to walk three miles to school, barefoot in the snow!’ She quipped. John chuckled.

’Just watch out in the future, Kim, we really can’t afford this right now’ John said, a little more seriously. Kim dismissed him with a wave of her hand as they left the car.

’No need to get preachy, I’ll take it easy.’ She said.

Chelsea knew something was wrong when her mom picked her up, looking 9 full years younger than her usual self.

’Mom, you look different...’ She said, getting in the car and staring closely at Kim, her eyebrows frowning. ’Did you get a facelift?’ Kim laughed. Chelsea was so opinionated and blunt sometimes!

’No Chelsea, it’s something that... I don’t want to talk about right now. Let’s go and get some fried chicken for supper.’

’Yaaaay!’ cheered Amanda, jumping in the car after Chelsea. They grabbed a bucket of chicken and headed home.

Chelsea glared suspiciously at her mother through the whole supper. After a while, Kim started feeling uncomfortable. Jim studied the 10 year old, occasionally exchanging worried looks with his wife. They knew they would have to explain the whole thing to her. Amanda hadn’t noticed a thing, but Chelsea had always paid close attention to details, and by now was probably thinking her mother was an alien or something.

’We’ll talk about it after Amanda goes to sleep,’ John whispered to his daughter Chelsea. Kim looked into John’s eyes, as if to say ’Do we have to?’

Amanda went to bed at 7:00, leaving the couple an hour to explain the whole story (in simpler terms) to Chelsea before her bedtime. Her eyes got wider as the tale unfolded.

’Is mom gonna get as young as me? She could go to school with me!’ She exclaimed excitedly. Maybe she would finally have a playmate her own age! Kim blushed at the thought -- she had better not get THAT young!! John saw Kim get slightly injured by the question.

’Chelsea, that is not going to happen, ok? It’s not nice to think only about yourself when somebody else is sick.’ He said firmly. Chelsea lowered her head.

’Sorry dad, I just think that would be really cool, that’s all.’ She shrugged.

’Chelsea, it’s still nice to know that you would be my friend if I DID have to grow up again,’ Kim said, smiling at her. Chelsea beamed a full- faced smile back at her mother.

’Kim, what ARE we going to do if you get REALLY young?’ Asked John after Chelsea had been tucked in for the night. ’We have to have some sort of game plan. I certainly can’t take time off work at this point -- I am on the verge of some major contracts!’ He said, handing her a tea.

’John, don’t worry so much... You heard the Doc, this thing will be over in 2 months, and I’m sure I can handle it. Let’s worry about it if and when it happens, ok?’ She said, rubbing his arm.

A few days went by, and nothing happened. Kim had gotten upset a few times, even yelling at the kids once or twice, and still no effect. The days turned into weeks, and Tom announced that the effects of the MRA were ’very unlikely to resurface at this point.’ Kim relaxed into her former life, but with a bit more vigor. Secretly, she patted herself on the back; her decision had been the right one after all! She would be blessed with another decade of youth! She and John resumed their passionate sex life with a renewed sense of attraction for one another. She exhausted John every night, and he devoured her supple young body with every ounce of energy he had in him.

Chelsea was not quite as happy as her mother. Kim ascribed it to her lack of tolerance for change. She became defiant and unruly.

“I’m not going to the party!” She told her mother one night, speaking of her best friend’s upcoming birthday party.

“Come on sweetheart, you know you’ll have a lot of fun, and you’ll regret not going, you know.” Kim admonished.

“I don’t care… I wish you’d just LEAVE ME ALONE!” She yelled, stomping off to her room.

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” Kim called after her.

“No!” she said, slamming her bedroom door.

“Do you think I should go talk to her?” John asked, coming out of the kitchen.

“No, let her be. We have to wait until she comes around. She’s really got a mind of her own, that child!” Kim stated, looking up at her daughter’s door.

Suddenly, she felt John’s presence behind her, and his warm hand on the inside of her thigh. She moaned as he slid his hand upwards, cradling her left buttock as she thrust it out to him. She just stood there, full enthralled by his creative hands. He touched and pressed her in different places, holding his hands in each location long enough to almost drive her mad, and then switching locations quickly. Her body surged with pleasure. She pulled him down to the kitchen floor, oblivious to hard surface, physically pleading for his abdomen, his chest, his neck. She wanted all of him at once, as he reached underneath her ass and pulled her jogging pants down with one hand. She drew him in close and pulled down his boxer shorts, peeled his bathrobe off of his shoulders, and clenched his hips with both hands.

He entered her wet vagina ever so slowly, teasing her by stopping periodically, and moving further in when she least expected it, making her breath shallow and sudden. Slowly, he drew out and stopped at the verge of removal. Kim grabbed his buttocks and slowly pushed him in as far as his penis would go. He hit some wild and crazy part inside of her, causing shock-waves of sensual pleasure. He began rhythmically stroking her walls with his thrusts, gaining momentum. The feeling was unbelievable for Kim. He kept hitting that… place.

“Aaaaaaagh….. Ugghhhh… ugh” She never made noises like this, but she was lost in a fit of desire. It built inside of her, and grew larger than any feeling she had ever experienced. She was going to… he was going to make her…

Not all women have orgasms. Oh, true, there are a lucky bunch who claim three per week, but let’s forget those women who are either outright lying, sleeping with incredibly loving men, or blessed by the gods, and consider the unfortunates. For some women, having an orgasm is a once in a lifetime experience...

“Uggghhhh…. Ugh, ugh, ugh” She blew over the top, exploding within. His penis grew inside her, throbbing, and throbbing, each time, seeming to get larger, and larger.

John knew something was wrong. He felt her body tighten, becoming firmer, and more compact. He stopped. Her vagina was tightening on his penis as the woman begin to slip backwards in time.

“Noooo!” She recognized the tingling as she grabbed her shrinking breast in panic. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Stop, stop, stop!” she yelled, trying to push John off as her vagina tightened, becoming the vagina of a teenager. She farted loudly, and tried to push herself backwards, away from John. He was stuck! His penis was almost painful now, as she throbbed and throbbed, each time losing a bit more of her womanly features, each time feeling her vagina get younger. She became a 17 year old on the kitchen floor, helplessly. It seemed to take forever, her organs were realigning themselves inside her, as she grunted and struggled to regain control.

“Gnnuughh! Nnooogh!” Her voice cracked and her shoulders became more slender. John was crying, looking into her eyes with absolute compassion as he watched the maturity fade from her eyes, leaving a terrified teenaged girl. After what seemed like a lifetime, his penis finally went limp enough for him to leave her body. She felt him pull out, and scittered backwards on her hands until she hit the corner, where she curled up in a ball, holding herself tight, her tear-filled eyes wide in shock. The feeling had passed, but not before it had done its permanent damage. Kim was seventeen.

John comforted her for a long time, sitting on the floor, holding her tightly as she crumbled under the weight of her new reality. He dried her eyes and her vagina with his bathrobe, and carried her up to the bedroom.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a small fly took some interest in a tiny spot of blood sitting alone in the middle of the cold floor.