Two Witches

Chapter 1
Two Witches

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Chapter Description: A female AR story with mental AR as well. Magic/spell premise.

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Two Witches

Warning: This story contains odd little bits that may be offensive to some. If you do not like age regression themes, I suggest you not read it.

Hi people, this is the first installment of my first story on this board. I hope you like it... please give feedback.

Ungulate

Two Witches:

Being in a family of witches can be an interesting experience. Take Shelly and Kim, two sisters, normal in almost every aspect. They went to school together, and fought together over silly little things that siblings will fight over.

Kim was the oldest by two years, and the level headed one of the two. As the girls gained their magical powers during adolescence, Shelly was always getting in “over her head,” and Kim would come to her rescue. It was hard for Shelly to exist in the shadow of her sister’s charm and talent, and their parents were always admonishing Shelly to “be more like Kim.”

The years drifted on. The girls grew up, went to college, graduated, and began careers. Kim was of course incredibly successful, landing a job as an aviation engineer. Shelly finished her degree in biology, but couldn’t find work. She became more and more self-indulgent and power-hungry. She longed for her sister’s beauty and charm. Many nights she wept and became hardened by harsh reality; she would never be a match for her sister.

She decided to develop a “special” spell to take care of Kim for good. Isolating for almost 3 years, she emerged from her magical studies at the age of 29, looking haggard and worn. She had what she needed to get revenge. She called Kim on the phone.

“Kim, I want to talk to you about things.” She began.

“Shelly? My god, it’s been so long? I have missed you so much!”

“I had to do some hard thinking about my life Kim. I realize that I’ve been cruel and selfish, and I need to somehow start again – especially with our relationship. Please don’t turn your back on me.” Shelly knew that Kim was a sucker for sob stories. Kim had always been the compassionate and wise one, bringing home stray animals, and comforting her insecure little sister.

“I’ll come right over Shelly.” She said warmly.

Shelly opened the door for her beautiful sister. Natural curly brown hair, well developed breasts, and a petite but well-curved body; Kim had it all. She didn’t look anywhere near the age of 31. Shelly chuckled to herself: When I am done, she’ll wish she looked a bit older.

“Shelly! My goodness, you look…” She didn’t want to say older, but that’s how her sister looked. At 29, she had the face of 40. Knowing that only magic could take such a toll on her sister’s body, she wondered what Shelly had been up to.

“Don’t worry about me, come in, please.” Shelly said impatiently. She locked and double-lock the door behind them. Kim knew something was up.

“Shelly?”

“You bitch! You have always had the attention of those around you. Have you ever thought of what MY life was like?”

“Shelly, I love you… I know it has been hard for you, and I want to help you. Please, let’s sit down and talk about this.”

“The time for talking has long since passed! I brought you here to have my final revenge on you. Let’s see how smart you are after THIS!”

Shelly collected the power around her, channeling it into her forearms. Her body convulsed as she soaked up the energy. Kim, realizing that she was up to something, tried in vain to beat Shelly to the draw. She reached out around her, unsuccessfully searching for bits of defensive magic in the matter around her. Shelly had claimed almost all of it.

“What are you doing??” She demanded.

Shelly said nothing, her eyes rolling back in her head. She launched her arms forward and her gathered magic shot out at Kim. Almost immediately, Kim felt the effect of the magic. It was an unexpected feeling. She knew that Shelly was casting a malignant spell, but the sensation that hit her was “soft,” and comforting in an odd sort of way. She knew it was a transformation spell, as she felt the molecules in her body tremble and lose their ability to hold form.

“Stop it! What are doing to me??” She yelled, as the sensation drifted from her toes up to the crown on her head. There was a roaring in her ears, and she knew the change that was about to happen would be major. The air in the room danced with chaotic and colorful magic. At the height of the spell, it was like standing in the middle of a hurricane, the roaring sound became unbearable, threatening, and all-consuming.

Shelly finished her casting and staggered backwards, exhausted. The room became deathly silent, as both women waited for the inevitable effect.

At first, Kim thought nothing was going to happen. She felt a smug sense of relief, thinking Shelly had blown the spell. Then she felt a curious tingling sensation on her face and her bum, not unlike the feeling she always got when she was embarrassed. She was puzzled – why should she feel embarrassed? A pressure was building in her lower abdomen. Something was trying to get out of her, and she knew instinctively that this thing was somehow essential to her. The pressure dropped down inside her, and tried to escape through her vagina. It was like having to go to the bathroom really badly, but somehow different. She tensed up, trying to keep control over whatever it was. She grunted a bit, and her knees bent slightly as the pressure intensified. It was getting painful to hold on to this “force,” and she knew she was losing her power over it. She felt her vagina spread open under pressure, and a something the size of a golf ball pushed its way out. It was like a ball of air, and it immediately diffused into the air upon leaving her. She felt refreshed, and energized, but also felt like a part of her had been taken away. She refocused on Shelly.

“What did you…” She stopped short as the feeling began again, this time with more urgency and force. She regretted letting that first bit out. After all, she had now opened the door for the magic to do its work. There was less hope of control this time, and her vagina bulged from the stress.

“uuuhhhhgg…” She grunted, as a wave of air passed out of her pussy. It was like a two-second fart. Her bum and breasts flushed hotly. Physical changes were beginning to set in. Her bra seemed to loosen, and re-position itself. Her jeans seemed to grow a bit. She knew now with certainty what Shelly was taking from her: Her adulthood.

She stumbled a few steps towards the full-length mirror on the wall, and looked at it to see herself as a teenager, perhaps 18 or 19.

“Oh my god!!” She yelled, panicking. It didn’t help her situation to get excited, and another wave of magic began to form. She trembled in fear.

“No God please, nooooogghh…” This time, she had almost no resistance, and her body betrayed any attempt she made to hold on to the years that were slipping out of her. She watched in horror as she got smaller, being forced into adolescence despite her unwillingness. Her heart was pounding as her body regressed, pushing her back to the age of 16. Her jeans and bra were starting to hang on her now, and her t-shirt, which had been exposing her belly, was almost down to her waist. She even had a few pimples appear on her face! The magic was moving forward at a relentless pace now, and she could only stop the process periodically. She got younger and younger, the lips of her pussy opened wide, her fists clenched at her sides, her knees bent. She managed to get control of herself briefly as she hit 14.

“You can’t DO this to me!” She shouted angrily at Shelly. The pressure was building again, this time threatening to shrink her into childhood. She fought with everything she had, and tottered on the brink of puberty for a few seconds. It was an incredible feeling – it seemed that she was trying to keep everything intact at once. She was trying to keep her pubic hair from retracting, trying to push her breasts outwards, trying to prevent her height from dwindling. Her organs were trying to move around inside her… trying to get smaller. She HAD to stop this… Her body became weak and fatigued as she held on to 14 like it was the greatest treasure in the world. She bent her knees a bit more, buckling down under the weight of age regression. It was beginning to slip away. All of her adulthood was being robbed from her. She held back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She knew it was useless… it was too late to stop it. The balls of air were now starting to come out of her bum as well. She started shrinking, free-falling into childhood. Her pubic hairs withdrew and her height slipped. She flushed with embarrassment again. Her pants fell down. She lost all dignity and squatted to hold back the youthening spell, whining and grabbing at her crotch and bum. The girl in the mirror was 10, and getting younger at an alarming rate. Now she was openly weeping, and streams of tears were rolling down her cheeks. She knew that this spell was a permanent one—she would be stripped of her adulthood completely, having to grow up all over again.

She looked at the mirror through her tear-blinded eyes and saw a girl of 5 or 6 staring back at her, squatting with her t-shirt covering most of her lower body. She thought the process had stopped, and she went to stand up, but the spell pressed onwards, this time beckoning her into babyhood. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped.

“No! Not a bab-y-y-y!” she cried, sounding every bit like the 5-year-old she had become. She squatted even lower, her bum almost touching the ground, with both of her hands desperately crammed into her crotch in a vain attempt hold back the shrinking. There wasn’t even a slight resistance to the spell this time. She simply “slipped” effortlessly into toddler-hood, gaining baby fat, and coming to rest at the humiliating age of 2. The spell had worked its course. There she was, 2 years old again, squatting in front of a mirror, with her t-shirt engulfing her—eyes wide and so young. She dropped backwards on her rump in absolute shock.

TWO WITCHES, Part Deux

Shelly looked nervously at her “younger” sister sitting in a pile of cloths. Magic was never easy, and there were a few obstacles to cross yet before the desired outcome had been achieved. The biggest one was Kim’s mind, and her will. For her to truly take on the permanent persona of an infant, she would have to be mentally beaten. Knowing Kim very well gave Shelly a much-needed advantage, which she worked into the spell.

Kim stared in shock at her two year old face. The change was incredible. Was that her? It couldn’t be her, she was 31! She got up off the floor and looked at her stubby hands.

“Why- did- you- do- this- to- mee?” She asked, surprised at how difficult it was to get the words out.

Shelly went to work on the second phase:

“That doesn’t matter sweety,” she said in a candy-laden voice. “We have to get you dressed for bedtime now.” She was acting as though nothing had happened, but below the surface she was slightly panicked. Maybe she had under-estimated Kim’s talent. She lifted Kim up and slipped the T-shirt off her head, carrying her into the bedroom.

Kim was absolutely humiliated to be picked up and supported by her sister’s hand cupped beneath her bum. She kicked her legs and tried to push herself away from Shelly, but she was being held tightly, with her legs dangling on either side of her sister’s hips. Her skin was so delicate and smooth now. Her toes were tiny!

Shelly turned on the light in the bedroom and looked around. She had not missed a single detail. It was a baby’s room, down to the teddy bear wallpaper and the stuffed toys in the pink crib in the corner. It smelled of baby powder and Pampers. She laid Kim down gently on the changing table and grabbed the container of powder while her little sister wiggled around.

Kim looked up at her sister. She was now ready to make her move. Magic and emotions were intrinsically tied together, and one could use an emotional strategy to break a spell in such a situation. Kim was extremely confident of her ability to break this particular spell, since she had defeated Shelly on numerous occasions.

You see, Shelly never understood the power of compassion. Power starved and insecure, she could not comprehend the discipline of love, maybe because she didn’t believe in it. Kim knew she had the upper hand here. She looked into Shelly’s eyes calmly and evenly.

“I stiwl wuv you.” She said confidently and honestly, sending out waves of pure concern for her sister.

She expected it to work, maybe because she had used this routine on Shelly in the past. What she had not anticipated was Shelly’s driving hatred and cunning. Shelly had hoped Kim would take this route, and had crafted the spell in reverse fashion. What Kim needed now was determination and iron will, not softness. By putting herself out to Shelly, she had essentially wasted the precious energy she needed to fight. Initially, she felt the inner reward that one feels when reaching out to a human. But somehow, she began to feel a little “naked,” and Shelly was not about to return the power to her.

“And Mommy loves you too, little BABY!” Shelly retorted, glaring into Kim’s eyes with pure will.

Kim recoiled from the woman’s glare, intimidated by it. She felt alone, and confused. It was supposed to work, wasn’t it? Then it dawned on her; she had to fight this with all her might! Shelly had reversed the course of the spell! She scrunched up her little face in effort, clenching her fists and making her back arch with tension.

But the spell was eating at her, trying to take more from her. In the absence of Kim’s initial resistance, it had consumed a bit of her maturity. She need to be mature, but she found that the most important qualities of maturity – strength and confidence – had been stolen. The spell was worming its way into her psyche, leaving holes in her determination.

“Not such a grown up now huh?” Shelly said as she lifted Kim’s bum and slipped the Pamper underneath her. She forced Kim’s little legs apart. “You’re just a wee-wee baby now…” she sung. “Mommy will take care of you from now on.”

Kim was in the fight of her life. It all seemed so real now. She had only been a baby for a few minutes, but the experience was becoming more and more real. The longer a particular reality existed, the harder it was to shake. She was running out of time.

“I’m NOT a BABY!” She screamed. But the statement seemed to lack force. After all, it was the desperate, demanding voice of a 2 year old, not the relaxed and commanding voice of a 31 year old. She was also using energy to try and squirm out of the diaper, which was a big mistake. The diaper was a material object, and buying into the material trap that her sister had created for her was fatal.

“Nooo diaper!” She cried. Her neural net began to simplify as connections become severed. The damage was permanent. No magic in the world could create a synaptic network complete with life experiences. Kim knew she had blown it, and that made her more clingy and insecure. She reached up to Shelly for help, not fully knowing what else to do.

Shelly seized the moment and used it against Kim. She stopped trying to diaper the little girl and picked her up in a comforting manner.

“Shhh shh… it’s hard to be all little, huh?” She whispered, rubbing Kim’s back.

Kim screamed and kicked and punched at Shelly. She was even taking on the violent persona of a toddler. It was a trap! Her mind reeled and lost more of its composure. She wet herself, the pee soaking Shelly’s hip. She felt the relief and embarrassment of being 2. She was two, wasn’t she?

Her body slumped in Shelly arms. Would it be so bad if she took a bit of comfort? Shelly WAS being a nice mommy… The spell was finishing its job, scouring her thoughts for any last bits of adulthood. She wanted to suck her thumb, and that seemed “right” for her. She settled down, and stopped crying, wishing that mommy would blow her runny nose. She yawned.

“Is wittle baby sweepy?” Shelly asked. The odd thing was, she felt somehow obligated to care for her much-dwindled sister. Kim was no more a threat to her. She even felt a twinge of guilt for what she had done. She powdered and diapered Kim, singing to her. Kim liked the way the diaper felt, all snug and safe. Shelly tucked the now-happy baby into the crib that she would sleep in for a long time to come. She nuzzled a teddy into Kim’s neck, making the toddler squeal with delight. Looking into Kim’s eyes, Shelly knew that there was not a trace of the former woman there.

Thus began the routine of Shelly and Kim’s new lives. Shelly had only created the nursery to enhance the spell, and had plans to “drop the little rat” on the steps of an orphanage. After regressing her sister, however, she couldn’t help but love her, and nurture her. In fact, Kim’s emotional power HAD reached Shelly, and done it’s magic. Shelly, through the daily routine of motherhood, finally learned the secret of compassion.

Ungulate

 

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