“But I’m tired Mom, I don’t want to go through another store” Kayla Moore whined to her mother.

“We have to finish up our shopping; I don’t want to have to come back here just because you’re getting whiny on me. And don’t give me that ‘I’m tired’ routine…once we get home, you’ll be playing and bouncing off the walls like always” Emma Moore replied to her daughter who was dragging her feet behind her.

They made their final stop and were heading through the parking lot to their car when Kayla cried out “Look; a ball” and ran for it a few spaces over. She picked it up and began to carry it back to her Mom who was ready to scold her for not looking where she was going in a parking lot. Instead, Emma cocked her head at the sight of the odd ball in her daughters’ arms.

“This ball is kinda heavy” Kayla said as she came up to the car.

“Let me see that” Emma said and took the ball from her daughter. The ball was heavy and hard. It had been a dull red color when her daughter handed it to her, but the color began to intensify to a brighter shade of red in her hands. Emma spun the ball in her hands and saw that on the other side, there was a small LED screen that read 35. “Huh” was all she said.

“I wanna see the ball again” Kayla cried out and grabbed it from her mother’s hands.

“No wait! Don’t!” Emma suddenly had a strange feeling about the ball, but it was too late.  Kayla grabbed the glowing red ball out of Emma’s hands and as she did; the ball flashed and changed to a bright blue color.

The number 35 began to flash and Kayla said “I feel funny Mommy” as she dropped the ball and began to grow.

Emma could only look on in shock as her 8 year old daughter began to grow before her eyes.
“What’s happening to me?” Kayla cried out.

“I…I don’t know Honey” Emma replied.

“Mom…I’m scared…make it stop!” Kayla cried.

“I…I…” Emma looked up and down but couldn’t think of anything to say or to stop what was occurring.

“Ah!” Kayla yelled as the straps on her shirt snapped and gave way. Her small yellow tank top was getting tighter and tighter around her stomach and chest and she no longer needed the straps anyway to keep it up. “It hurts…my clothes are pinching me”

It was then that the button on her shorts burst open and the fabric began to tear along the sides, exposing her growing thighs to the air.

“Mom: What’s happening” Kayla repeated but in a deeper voice than before. “Oh” she added as her toes burst through the ends of her white canvas sneakers. At first, just her big toe came through but they were soon followed by all of her toes and the sides of her feet eventually spilled out the sides.

Kayla’s legs continued to grow longer and become fuller. Her waist and stomach began to thicken and her chest began to grow. Her body was maturing at a rapid pace and even her face and hair were changing accordingly.

Emma was dumbfounded as she watched her daughter grow and develop before her eyes. Kayla was quickly closing in on her own height and she realized that she wasn’t only growing, but aging as well as she was developing the body and curves of a woman. Emma looked at her daughters’ scared and worried face and she almost didn’t recognize her. It wasn’t her daughter’s usual young face looking back, but the face of a young woman.

Kayla’s shorts and shirt gave up their fight with a final tear and Kayla’s larger hands now shot in two different directions to cover herself. Her right hand went down and her left arm shot sideways to cover her expanding breasts. Kayla’s hips, thighs and ass had grown out to full womanly proportions.

Emma watched as her daughter’s face continued to mature and age.  She seemed to be passing through young womanhood into an even older adult. Emma’s mind swirled and fought against itself but if she had to guess how old Kayla had become, she would have put her in her mid-30’s.

That was when it hit Emma like a ton of bricks. “35” she said staring into space while remembering the number on the ball; that ball that had changed colors and flashed that number. It also ran through Emma’s mind “35…but that’s how old I am”

Kayla was shaking in fright and confusion, afraid to even move and inch. “Mom” she said shakily “Help me please”

Emma finally broke her paralysis; she grabbed Kayla by the shoulder, barely registering the fact that Kayla was taller than her and brought her to the car. She opened the back door and ducked Kayla’s head and slid the naked woman into the back seat of their SUV. There was an old blanket in the back, and Emma grabbed it and covered Kayla with it.

The ball had rolled against the back tire and Emma picked it up hastily and ran around the front of the car with it cradled in her arms. She jumped behind the wheel and tossed the ball onto the passenger seat.  The ball had returned to its original dull red color.

“It’s okay honey…it’s going to be okay” Emma said to her shell shocked daughter. “Everything is going to be just fine. We’ll get you home and figure out what happened and then we’ll figure out a way to reverse it and get you back to normal okay”

Kayla simply nodded in the back seat. She wrapped the blanket tightly around herself and stared straight ahead out the front windshield.

Emma kept talking reassuringly but she wasn’t sure if it was Kayla or herself that she was reassuring that everything would be alright.

Emma barely hit the brakes as she pulled into their driveway. She quietly and quickly hustled Kayla into the house. Once inside, Kayla shuffled herself under the blanket to the mirror in the hallway.

“AH!” she screamed as her hands went to her face. “I’m old!”

“It’s okay honey” Emma began.

“No it’s not okay!” Kayla whined. “I’m like as old as you are” she said as she turned to her mother. “AH!” she screamed again “I’m bigger than you too”

Emma realized that Kayla was several inches taller than her now put she still patted her on the shoulder to calm her down.

Kayla clutched the blanket tight to her chest. She crossed the hall and went into the living room where she sat down heavily on the couch. She brought her knees together and her toes pointed in as she gathered the blanket to cover her knees and thighs. She rocked back and forth slightly repeating “No, no, no, no, no, no”

Emma had put the ball down by the door but now she picked it up and carried it into the living room at arm’s length.

“I wish I knew what this thing is and why it caused you to age up to 35 years old…”

Kayla looked up at her Mom and the ball. “Maybe if I hold it again…it’ll change me back” she said.

“It can’t hurt” Emma replied and she handed the ball to Kayla.

This time though, nothing happened. The ball didn’t change color and no number appeared on the small screen. “Dang it” Emma said frustrated. She spun the ball and poked and prodded it for several minutes but it did nothing.

“UGH! Why won’t this thing work?” Emma said through gritted teeth in frustration.

“Am I stuck like this Mom?” Kayla asked from the couch.

“No Honey, of course not…this thing worked once; it has to work again” Emma said and with her words, the ball began to get slightly brighter.

“Oh My Gosh! It’s lighting up again!” Emma said and handed to the ball to Kayla.

Kayla took it from her Mom’s outstretched hands and held it close. “Please turn me back into an eight year old, please turn me back into an eight year old” she repeated with her eyes shut tightly.

Kayla cautiously opened her eyes and turned the ball until she could see the screen. “Mom! The screen says 8!” she yelled out.

Emma rushed to her daughters’ side “I hope this works!” she exclaimed as the ball glowed a brighter and brighter red.

Several seconds passed and then a full minute but nothing happened. “Why isn’t this working?” Kayla asked. “I barely touched it the last time and I started growing…why aren’t I shrinking now?”

Emma was also confused “I…I don’t know Honey….I thought it would work”

A frustrated Kayla lifted the ball above her head and brought it down onto her knees “Uh…work you stupid thing”

Emma shifted slightly forward while sitting next to Kayla on the couch. She wanted to get a view of the screen to see if it still read 8. As she leaned forward, she put her hand on Kayla’s leg to steady herself. Kayla raised the ball a second time and as it came down, it barely brushed Emma’s finger.

With the touch, the ball suddenly flashed and glowed bright blue. Kayla gasped in anticipation.

“Kayla” Emma yelled.

Kayla looked at her Mom and instantly knew from the look on her face that something was wrong.

“I feel funny…” Emma said softly as she rose up from the couch.

“Mom!” Kayla said as she let the ball slip from her hands and drop to the floor.

Emma was shrinking.

“Oh No…this is bad…this is SO bad” Kayla said.

“Uh…Kayla! What’s happening to me!?” Emma said as she felt a sudden deflation rush through her body. She was dropping height, weight and age rapidly.

“Oh No Mom…you’re shrinking!” Kayla yelled as she stood up.

“AH” Emma yelled out suddenly. She grasped for her chest and could tell it was already quite a bit smaller. She held mostly bra and shirt fabric in her hands as her breasts retreated away.

“NO!” She yelled anew as her shorts slipped off her thinning hips and rear and began to slide down her legs. They held on her thighs momentarily, just long enough for Emma to grab them before her legs became too skinny to hold them up any longer.

Emma looked down past her dangling shorts and saw her feet getting smaller and smaller; even her nails were getting smaller as her feet changed shape and shrank down. Her shirt continued to grow larger on her frame and the bottom hem of her shirt crept down to cover her thighs.

Emma looked back up; much further up, to see the horrified look on her daughter’s face. Kayla towered over her; she barely came up to halfway up her chest.

Kayla watched her mother turn into a little kid before her. She shrank shorter and shorter and her body lost all signs of maturity, but it was watching her face as it became more and more childlike as she regressed back to age eight that really shocked Kayla.

In just a matter of seconds, Emma had become a small girl: A very frightened small girl swimming in clothes that were way too large for her.

“Ka…Kayla” she said hesitantly in a high pitched girl’s voice. “Am I…?”

Kayla bit her bottom lip and nodded “You’re a kid, Mom”

“But…but…this isn’t how it’s supposed to be!” Emma protested. “You were supposed to turn back into a kid, not change me into a kid! You can’t be an adult and I can’t be a kid”

“I know that Mom” Kayla said looking down at the little girl before her.

“We HAVE to change back” Emma said. “It’ll be a disaster if we don’t”

“I know that Mom” Kayla repeated.

“Where’s that ball!” Emma said scrambling forward towards it as it lay against the couch. She scuttled her small frame forward, losing her shorts in the process. “Ah ha” she yelled as she grabbed it.

She spun the ball to look at the screen and she gasped when she read the two words that were displayed there “…switch complete…” then the screen went black.

“What!?” she shook the ball frantically “No!”

Kayla nervously stood by; she rubbed her right foot up and down her left shin as she bit her bottom lip “What are we going to do now?” she asked.

Emma turned to her giant daughter and simply blinked. She shuffled her way past Kayla and went to the mirror in the hall.

Emma could feel her heart racing as she saw the small figure in the mirror that was now her. She got closer and closer but as she did, she saw less and less. By the time she reached the mirror, she was only visible from the chin up; the rest of her was cut off below. “No way” she said low and slow. Her small fingers reached up and ran down over her round and soft cheeks.

“I’m a freakin kid again” Emma said to the reflection. “This can’t be happening to me! I’m not eight…I’m thirty-five!”

Soon Kayla walked softly into the scene. Emma saw her approaching behind her in the mirror and as she stopped; they took in their new family portrait. Kayla the adult and Emma the child looked at each other and at themselves for a long time in the mirror.

Kayla backed up a step and turned on her heel to go back into the living room. She picked up her Mom’s discarded panties and shorts from the floor and stepped into them. They were a bit snug, but they fit. She continued to hold the blanket over her chest but it was then that she realized something was wrong. “Um…Mom” she called.

“Yes honey” Emma said as she turned away from the mirror and looked at her daughter in the room.

“Where’s the ball?” Kayla said looking at the floor.

“What do you mean, where’s the ball?” Emma said as she hurried into the living room.

Kayla pointed to the floor: “You dropped the ball over there just a minute ago, so it should be right there by the couch…but I don’t see it”

“This is no time for jokes Kayla” Emma said worried. But it was true. There was no large ball in the room anywhere. Emma looked over to Kayla slack-jawed and Kayla returned the confounded look.

Emma let out a high pitched scream that was soon joined by Kayla’s deeper scream.