Help me

by: immortal | Complete Story | Last updated Nov 9, 2012


"no, you have to be wrong, me and my sister can't be bonded!" I shout at the doctor, my sister, Amelia, was just sitting there in shock at what she just said " I'm sorry Everest but what I said is true, you are bonded to your sister, your sister will get older and you will get younger, now we have thing that will help you both in this, we will give you the details."


Chapter 1
Help me


Chapter Description: "no, you have to be wrong, me and my sister can't be bonded!" I shout at the doctor, my sister, Amelia, was just sitting there in shock at what she just said " I'm sorry Everest but what I said is true, you are bonded to your sister, your sister will get older and you will get younger, now we have thing that will help you both in this, we will give you the details."


Help me

"no, you have to be wrong, me and my sister can’t be bonded!" I shout at the doctor, my sister, Amelia, was just sitting there in shock at what she just said " I’m sorry Everest but what I said is true, you are bonded to your sister, your sister will get older and you will get younger, now we have thing that will help you both in this, we will give you the details." she says the last part to my mother. "how long will it be unit the changes start to happen?"my mother asked "they’ll start right away, Everest, will get to the age of a new born, about a few days old, and Amelia will only get to the age of about 20 to 25" she explains to my mother. Me and my sister just sat there stunned.

Day 1.................................................

when I woke up my pyjamas were so loose, so I ran for the mirror "no, no, no, no" I shouted at myself, I had gone from 14 to 10 in 1 night. My mother and sister (who looked about 16 or 17) ran in and looked at me, then my mother come and hugged me.

After we had breakfast my "friends" come to see me and all they could say to me was "how cute I looked now" After about a 100 times of hearing that I told them to get out.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, "honey, please open the door, at lest have something to eat" my mother says but I don’t want to eat, I want to be the same age I was yesterday, so I don’t answer soon I fall asleep and my mother gets the spare key and opens the door and see that I’m asleep and puts me in the bed.

Day 2.................................................

when I woke up my cloths were so loose I almost got lost in them, when I finely got out of them, I ran to the mirror again and saw a six year old staring back at me, I just fall to the floor and start to cry, my mother comes in and hugs me "why me, why did I have to get younger?" I cry into her.

Breakfast was different for me, everything was so big now and my feet only just touched the fall ’I bet tomorrow they won’t be able to touch the fall’ I think "Everest, are you OK? You look sad" my sister (now 20) asks me, shocked back to reality I stutter "ye... ye... yeah I’m fine" " I was thinking it might be a good day to go to the mall, you know get some cloths, get out of the house" my mother says looking at us both "yeah that would be great mom." my sister says "no, no, no, I’m not going out, not like this." I shout at them and then run up stairs. I get to my room and I slam the door.

My sister and mother call for me one more time but with no answer they leave to go shopping. I yawn ’why am I so tied, I haven’t did anything today’ I think to myself before I go to sleep. When I wake up, I look at the clock ’11:37’ I think then I notice that the clock is moving away from me, so I run to the mirror and I see that I’m getting younger and fast first I was looking at a six year old now I’m looking at a four, no three, no two year old, the sight of me getting younger scared me so much that I run to my bed and hind under the covers, I soon a fall asleep again.

Day 3.................................................

my sister wokes me up by lifting my legs up and putting something very soft under my bottom and then in-between my legs "hi they sleepy-head" she says in a very sing-song voice, which for some reason makes me giggle. She picks me up and holds me next to he breasts, I feel a wet spot on her t-shirt so I push so that she could see my face and say "mommy wet" I put my hands over my mouth, but Amelia doesn’t seem to notice what I just said"what do you mean mommy’s wet?" she asks me so I point to the wet spot, my mother comes in and can see the wet spot as well, so she takes me from Amelia and puts me in a playpen "me no weed to be in a pwaypen" I shout at her but she just walks away. "Amelia take your shirt off" she tells Amelia and she does just what she’s told and takes her shirt off and she pocks her breast and to everyone’s surprise, milk comes out of it "mom what is going on?" she asks "don’t worry, we have a appointment, so we’ll ask that doctor then." she says.

Breakfast was horrible, it was as if my fingers are moving on they own it was so hard to get in-control of this body, I got most of the baby mush on me (although I really didn’t like the baby mush that much) and the high-chair that my moth... I mean my sister put me into. After my sister cleaned and got me dressed she put me in a car sit and we wear on are way to the doctors. The next thing that I know was that my body started to tense up and my bowels just opened a I started to piss myself and as I was doing that shit started to come out, it didn’t take long for my mother and sister to smell what was happening to me so my mother pulled over, but before they got out of the car to come around to me the diaper started to leak and the mess I had made started to go onto my cloths and I cry out at the contact to my skin. My sister gets me out of the car sit and lifts me and quickly turns over to the road as the mess that had leaked started to drip down my legs. After she clean me up, she changed my skirt and cleaned the car sit so that I could sit in it "me sowwy" I sob into my sisters arms "shh... shh... it’s OK, your only two, you can’t help it" she coos at me "lets just go and see the doctor, OK?" she asks me so I nod, she straps me back into the car sit and this time sits next to me in the back.

When we get to the doctors I had fallen asleep and a gotten younger again, I was now just a newborn in oversized cloths and oversized wet diaper "don’t worry she will be fine,the regression is over for her now, I’ll get one of the nurses to change her into a clean diaper, ok?" the doctor says to them.

After the doctor called someone and they took me away my mother says "Amelia is starting produce milk, is that normal?" "when her bonded child is this young then yes, you can start to breast feed her now." she says with a smile at them "brea... breast feed her?" my sister stutters " I don’t want to breast feed her, I mean she’s my sister." "well at a young age that she is at she will need it" the doctor says to her.

Day 4.................................................

when I woke up it was so hard to move, I couldn’t even sit up, so I tried to call for mother but all that came out was a cry, but my sister did walk in with my mother " I really don’t want to do this" Amelia says to my mother ’what are they talking about’ I think to myself my mother picks me up and says "you have to, she needs you to." and hands me over to my sister who was in the middle of taking her top off and then her bra and takes me "Everest, I’m sorry, I know that you won’t like this but I have to do it so please don’t bit." she says to me ’what on earth are you talking about.’ I think then she sits down and moves me closer to her breast ’wait, what are you doing’ she holds my head and she puts her nipple into my month and to my dismay I start to suck ’NO!!!!!!!!!! STOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!!!! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!!!’ I scream in my head but I still can’t stop sucking, the milk just keeps going down. My mother (sister) and my grandmother (mother) sit there while I get a breast feeding.

 


 

End Chapter 1

Help me

by: immortal | Complete Story | Last updated Nov 9, 2012

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