FBI

Chapter 2
Magic from Old Times

Chapter Description: The process began instantly and the rapidity of its progress took Shonda by a surprise that was quickly supplanted by horror.

Crystal whirled around from an opened dresser door and held a solid purple ball in her hands. It was as brilliant as amethyst but as smooth as… well… crystal, Shonda chuckled to herself.

“That looks a bit heavy for catch,” Shonda said. “What do you do with it?”

Crystal distributed the ball’s weight equally to both hands and raised it to face-level. “This.

“Magic from old times I free,

Take 10 of her years and give them to me.”

The process began instantly and the rapidity of its progress took Shonda by a surprise that was quickly supplanted by horror. A purple mist engulfed both girls as well as the distance between them, and with little more than a “whoosh”ing sound, began to drain the years out of Shonda and add them to Crystal’s age.

When Shonda realized her eye level was quickly matching that of her charge, the babysitter turned to face a full-length mirror and was shocked at the capabilities of Crystal’s device. The girl was becoming younger and younger, her t-shirt and jeans becoming increasingly baggy as her breasts receded into nothing. Her blue jeans piled up around her ankles, and her panties were next to go, revealing a vagina whose hairs were quickly shortening into tiny curls that receded into her skin. Shonda’s bra fell off her frame and, panicked, she shucked off her t-shirt and examined all that remained of her—all eight years of it.

Shonda shyly covered her pussy with her shrunken hands and turned to face Crystal. Where moments ago a five-year-old had stood, a well-developed teenager held the magic ball in full-grown hands and smiled. During the transformation, Crystal had been wise enough to divest herself of her clothing, permitting her height to rise comfortably by several feet… and her figure was stunning, boasting long, trim legs leading to a mature girl’s genitals; not far above that, a pair of perky breasts spilled out from her chest, pert nipples angled towards the sky.

“H—how did you do that?” Shonda asked, as nonbelieving as she was terrified.

“Oh, Shonda… I didn’t do anything but tap the power of this artifact.”

“Well, you’d better turn me back before your father gets home!” The commanding tone of a frustrated babysitter sounded comical coming from a second-grader’s ebony frame.

Crystal threw back her head and laughed. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” she conceded. “But who knows when that will be? And, now that the demonstration’s been done, I can move on to my actual goal.”

“W…what ‘actual’ goal?”

“Fifteen sounds like fun,” Crystal sighed, “but I’ve always wanted to be the center of attention at a bar or a club or something. I’m sure the clientele would be so excited to see me pop in right around noontime…”

“Please don’t,” whined the naked eight-year-old.

Again, Crystal held the ball aloft, and chanted:

“Magic from old times I free,

Take six of her years and give them to me!”

Shonda screamed in fear and humiliation as the years continued to drag out of her, float as white streaks through the purple cloud that connected the girls, and added to Crystal’s own maturity. The girl shrunk and shrunk as she relived her kindergarten year over the span of a second. Pudge erupted all over her body as the baby fat of her toddlerhood returned to remove any vestige of sexiness she had spent her teenage years cultivating. Finally, she arrived at her destination: Two years old, and too exhausted from the gravity of the process to stand on her own two feet.

Instead, she fell onto her bottom, and began to bawl.

Crystal nonchalantly tucked the purple sphere into her dresser and moved to pick up little Shonda. At 21, Crystal’s figure was exquisite, and she looked positively motherly as she curled the baby Shonda to her chest.

“Does Baby want a suckle of Mommy’s titty?” Crystal cooed. Then she laughed. “Didn’t think so, but I always love saying that.”

Always? the squirming Shonda asked herself. Am I not the first?

Her question was soon to be answered. Crystal carried Shonda downstairs and took a seat on a comfortable couch facing the house’s bay windows. In seconds, Ben drove his pickup truck up the street and parked it right next to Shonda’s car.

Busted, the baby grinned. But Crystal made no motion—gave off no panic.

Ben came in through the front door and let it fall shut behind him. “Well?”

“No problems, obviously,” Crystal replied.

Ben nodded. He approached Crystal, pulled a gorgeous diamond ring from his pocket, and slid it on to the young woman’s ring finger.

“It may not fit your ‘bait’ selves,” said Ben, “but I can’t go very long without seeing it on your finger when you’re back at twenty-one.”

“You don’t trust me,” fake-pouted Crystal.

“I trust you implicitly, my dear,” grinned Ben, taking a seat next to his wife and the beautiful baby girl in her arms. “It’s everyone else out there I’m worried about.”

Shonda squirmed and let out a long, drawn-out whine of frustration. Tears continued to drip from her eyes and slide down her cheeks.

“Would you mind taking her downstairs?” asked Ben. “There are a few phone calls I have to make.”

“I will,” nodded Crystal, “but… oh, Ben, you know what I love doing first, before anything else.”

Ben chuckled. “I know. It’s the mother in you. Take her up to our bedroom and do your thing.”