(AR/BE/Feet Story)

Susan wanted to top up on fitness supplements before she started her new yoga class, which was why she decided to stop at a little shop she had never noticed before. The store was named Fitness Arcanum, as displayed above it on a sign with the same undifferentiated red lettering as the ones belonging to every other shop in the mini mall.

The wizard who owned the shop waited patiently for Susan to park and step inside to start browsing. He looked her over as she walked to the door, checking out her body and, using his magic, her mind. Susan Yang was 54, divorced, mother of one grown daughter, and scared as hell of every grey hair and wrinkle she discovered while looking in the mirror. She had turned to exercise and fitness as a way to fight off aging, and it showed. Her body was trim and athletic although still considerably thick around the ass and thighs. She was the model of the modern middle-aged woman, growing old “gracefully” if only because she could not stop growing old at all. She meditated, she exercised, she hydrated, she ate a balanced diet, she filled herself with vitamins and supplements, she slept a melatonin-aided 8 hours a night, and she still felt, correctly, as though she were losing the battle against aging.

She was just the type of customer the wizard preferred.

“Hello,” he greeted her warmly. “Can I help you find something, ma’am?” As he had hoped, she frowned at hearing the word “ma’am.”

She looked at the white-haired man behind the counter, and struggled to guess his age. His top knot was a decidedly youthful hairstyle, but the long white beard that hung down to his chest indicated he was probably a senior citizen. The fact that he was surprisingly muscular did not help her confusion. “I’m looking for some supplements,” she said, and began scanning around the store, looking at the bottles and boxes on the shelves. “Do you have anything with Omega-3 or just something good for energy?”

“I do,” he said. “There’s the more conventional remedies on your left there.”

“Thank you,” she said and started reading the label on a bottle of vitamins.

“Of course,” he said with a gentle smirk. “If you are interested in something a little more... effective, I have a special stock of new concoctions behind the counter here.”

Her curiosity piqued, she walked up to the counter and said, “What do you have there? Chinese medicine? Homeopathics? Something herbal? I’ve tried quite a few of those already.”

He smiled. “I am sure that you’ve never tried what I have here before. This is alchemy, magical elixirs to cure whatever ails you and, in some cases, to improve upon what nature has provided to you.”

“What are you supposed to be? A wizard?” she asked him with a sharp edge of sarcasm to her voice.

“I am,” he said.

“Working in a supplements store?”

“Putting up a sign saying I sell potions and elixirs was not drawing in as many customers as it used to. I go where the money is, which is supplements nowadays.”

“I see,” she said, not at all convinced. “I think I’ll stick to the regular supplements.”

“You are skeptical. You want a demonstration,” he said. “I understand. Most people are naturally skeptical.”

“What kind of ‘demonstration’ do you mean?” she asked.

“First,” he said, “ a demonstration of my Muscle Builder elixir.” He flexed his buff arms for her.

“That’s nice definition there, but that’s hardly proof of anything. I’ve seen men as buff as you at the gym.”

“I am centuries old, but I have the strength of a young man,” he said. “Wouldn’t you like to feel younger and more energetic?”

“Of course I would,” she said.

“Here,” he said, picking a jar of skin cream off of a shelf behind him. “Try this on your hands.”

She unscrewed the lid and gave the cream a quick sniff before she put it on her hands. “It feels good,” she said. “What’s in it?”

“Something that brings back youth,” the wizard said. “Take a look, Susan.”

“How did you know…?” she started to say, but was rendered speechless by what she saw happening to her hands. She watched in wonder as her wrinkled knuckles began to smooth out. Her skin seemed to thicken and soften, hiding the prominent veins on her hands. When the changes stopped, she saw a pair of hands that could have belonged to a young woman in the full bloom of her youth.

“Incredible,” she said, feeling the skin on her hands as she rubbed them gently together. She began to search through her purse for money. “I’ll take it. What else do you have?”

“As I said, I have cure-alls for anything,” he said and began to point at boxes and bottles on his shelf. “Muscle builders, mammary enhancers, phallic enlargers, supplements for youth, for beauty, for…”

“Wait a moment,” she said. “A youth supplement?”

He smiled and pulled a sizable bottle off of his shelf. Through the clear plastic beneath the label, she could see what looked like a fine brown powder inside. He set the bottle down in front of her and said, “This is Supplemental Youth. Mix a spoonful of the powdered elixir into a glass of water once a day and you will look and feel years younger.”

“How many years?” she asked.

“A decade, maybe more than a dozen years. There’s no precise age to how young you will get.”

“Will I get younger if I take more?” she asked, doing mental calculations of how many spoonfuls she should try.

“You would,” he said, guardedly. “But, I would not recommend it. Taking too much can trigger hormonal reactions, which might affect your behavior and reasoning. A single spoonful is quite effective and safe to take daily. An overdose… well, might cause unexpected side effects.”

“Sure, sure,” she said, but she was barely listening to his warning.

“So,” he said, turning to the cash register. “You’ll take the Supplemental Youth, the hand cream, and… Can I entice you with a box of mammary enhancer snack bars? They’re a boob job in a bar… er, now that I say that out loud, I realize that might not be the best slogan for them.”

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll take a box.”

“Excellent!” he said and began to ring up her purchase. The total was hundreds of dollars, she handed over her credit card with no hesitation. He finished the transaction and handed the card back to her, saying “Be sure to follow the directions on the packaging to make sure you use the supplements safely. They are very potent.” He bagged her order and handed the bag to her.

“Certainly,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Do enjoy your youth.”

She smiled and left the store.

The wizard watched her walk to her car. He noted that there was more of a spring in her step now. He did feel a touch of worry about what she might do with his elixirs.

“I suppose I had better watch and see what she does,” he said to himself. Then, he turned and walked to a back room in the shop. The storeroom was mostly stocked with merchandise, but there was one corner of the room that looked like it belonged to a wizard. There were crystals, (some glowing some simply refracting light), precious metals, animal parts in jars, strange markings and runes etched into a stone table, and much more. He lifted a red velvet cloth from a crystal ball the size of his head and peered into the cloudy white center of it.

Moments later, he could see Susan Yang emerge from the white fog, driving her car to her new yoga class. He settled down on a comfortable chair and began to focus on moving forward in time. The world around him slowed down to be almost still as she watched the future unfold inside the crystal ball.

***

Susan parked at the sports complex and took a couple of minutes to transfer her new purchases from the shopping bag to her gym bag before entering the building. Once inside, she noticed a clock on the wall and realized she only had about 10 minutes to get ready.

She hurried to the women’s locker room and got out the youth supplement bottle and her water bottle. She opened the supplement and found a small measuring scoop buried in the brown powder. A quick scan of the text on the bottle’s label said she should only use a single scoop a day. However, that would only give back about 10 years according to the wizard. That was not bad, but she would rather not be just a slightly younger middle aged woman. She would be much happier if she could be back in her 30s at least.

She put two heaping scoops into her water bottle, filled it with water, and shook the mixture together. She gave it a look, and was surprised to find that the water had only become slightly cloudy but still mostly clear. Then, she took a drink. There was no flavor to it at all. She drank some more and waited a moment to feel if it was having any effect on her. Aside from a little extra energy, she could not sense any change.

As much as she wanted to spend some time in front of a mirror watching herself change, she realized she had to get into her workout gear fast to make it to class on time. She slipped on her yoga pants and workout bra, locked her belongings away, and hurried to her class with her rolled up mat in one hand and her water bottle in the other.

When she entered the studio room with the ballet mirrors on one wall, the instructor had already begun his introduction. He had told his predominantly female students that his name was Ricardo and had given them his standard introduction to yoga as a form of exercise.

“Now,” he said. “Let us begin grounding. Have a seat on your mats and follow my movements to find the correct posture.” He lead them in a brief meditation and then started them on warm up activities. “I will be traveling around the room to help you with your positioning,” he said after his students began posing.

Sensing that Ricardo would have an impact on future events, the wizard dug into his mind as well. This was the moment Ricardo had been waiting for all day. He had a perfectly legitimate excuse to examine every woman in the class and gently correct their posture. Naturally, he used his hands to reposition their limbs and guide their feet to where they needed to be. It took a lot of self control to avoid feeling them up as he went, especially the younger women. Then, he had to concentrate on not getting an erection when he touched their feet.

Women’s feet were Ricardo’s passion, his fetish. As an athletic instructor, there were many courses he would have been qualified to teach, but he always went for yoga classes. They were a sure-fire way to surround himself by pretty bare-footed women. The only problem was that he had to work hard to control himself to avoid creeping them out. He had learned to be subtle, to let his fingers linger for only a moment on their toes and heels as he “positioned” them.

He also made sure to keep himself in perfect shape. He knew well that a fit yoga instructor had a chance for his students to become dates with only a little gentle flirting. Still, he had to be subtle. He had to seem legitimate, respectful, and, above all, professional, while he lusted after their gorgeous feet.

It was a difficult balance, but balance was his specialty, after all.

The first time he passed by Susan, he barely gave her a second glance. She was one of the older students in the room—an aging housewife with too much weight around the hips. Not that he minded that, but his attention was focused more on the other end of her legs.

Susan noted his handsome figure and wondered if he would be more interested in her if she were younger. She checked her reflection in the mirrors to see if she had begun to look younger, but she did not notice any changes yet. She was beginning to worry that the guy in the shop might have ripped her off.

However, she was feeling better and better as class went on. Her body felt more limber and flexible with every new position and pose. Her blood seemed to flow with lively energy as if it had been purified.

The next time the instructor walked by, she felt herself lusting for him with an intensity she had not experienced since before menopause. That intoxicating energy in her blood seemed to be fueling her sexual cravings. The feeling was so strong she had to stop herself from drooling as she thought of what she might do with him alone.

Ricardo was momentarily confused when he saw Susan giving him bedroom eyes. He could have sworn that she was a middle-aged woman when he had seen her just minutes ago. Clearly, he had been mistaken. She did not appear to be any older than he was. The hips he had taken for over-large were in fact only curvy in a very inticing way. Beneath that, he could see that she had gotten a pedicure sometime recently as well. He decided to give her some personal attention.

“You have good form,” he said. “But, you could relax your shoulders more.” He stepped behind her and gave her shoulder muscles a gentle massage. She moaned softly and approvingly in response. “And, you should lift your foot a bit higher.” His hands gently probed her toes and heel. It was a lovely foot—well cared for and just the size and shape he enjoyed most.

She said, “You have such strong hands... and thick fingers.” The tip of her tongue slid across her lips briefly, tasting the air around him. “Do you do private sessions?”

“Sometimes,” he said letting her foot go reluctantly. “We can discuss it after class if you would like.”

“Good,” she said. “We can be more private, then.”

He had an impulse to just cut class short then, make up some excuse to start their “private” time right now. Instead, his professional side reminded him to do his job first. The fun could wait until later. Besides, concentrating on teaching would help him avoid showing an embarrassing erection.

He continued working the class through their postures, checking and positioning as needed. Every time he saw Susan, he had the impression that she was posing for him, showing off her body to get his attention. When the position required her back to be straight, she stuck out her breasts. When she was bent over, she presented her ass prominently for him. Always, she looked back at him with those hungry eyes.

When class was done, he gave his students some homework practice and thanked them for being such a great class. The students filed out slowly after gathering up their mats. Susan was leaning against the wall in the corner by the mirrors. One leg was bent at the knee with her foot resting flat on the wall behind her. When they were the only two people left in the room, he shut the door and approached her.

“I never got your name,” he said.

“Susan,” she said.

“Tell me, Susan,” he said. “What sort of private session are you interested in?”

“I thought I might bring you to my home. I could use some… stress relief. Maybe your hands could limber up my tight body.”

He replied with an approving smile and nodded.

***

Stepping into her house, Susan felt as if she did not belong there. She felt as though she were trespassing in the home of an older woman. The decor, the furniture, the art on the walls—it all seemed too conservative, too grown-up. She felt wild, youthful energy tingling through her, and it was making her horny as hell.

“Mirror,” she said. She needed to see herself. She had to check out her body.

Susan dropped her bag by the door and ran upstairs. When she was at the top, she looked back and wondered when was the last time she had bounded up a staircase like that. It must have been decades. She rushed to her bedroom, put on the lights, and approached the three panel dressing mirror in the corner. Her reflection split into three and approached her as she marveled at the woman she saw.

It was a body she had not seen for at least 20 years. Looking it over, she noticed what was missing first. Gone were the wrinkles on her face. Gone was the saggy chest. Gone was all that extra weight around her hips. Now, her skin was smoother and more vibrant. Her somewhat average breasts rested high and firm on her chest. Her hips were muscular and seemed more curvy and less chubby.

She removed her workout clothes, piece by piece, giving herself a personal strip dance. Every inch of youthful skin she exposed heightened her excitement over her new body. She cupped her bare breasts, feeling their renewed perkiness. She caressed the curve of her hips and ass. Then, she let her fingers probe between her legs, but she soon stopped, knowing that she would have company over soon to help her with that.

She considered greeting him at the door as nude as she was now but, instead, decided to dig out some old lingerie she had boxed away in her closet. After some searching, she pulled out a lacey black bra and matching thong. They had been a gift from her ex-husband, intended to “spice up” their relationship. In time, she had outgrown them, much like she had outgrown her marriage. She stepped into the thong and strapped on her bra. They fit perfectly again. She posed in front of the mirror, admiring how the dark lace stood out against her light skin.

The doorbell rang, and she smiled. Wearing only her lingerie, she hurried down the stairs and peeked through the curtains. Her yoga instructor was standing on the stoop, waiting for her to answer.

She walked to the door, tried to take a pose she thought he would find alluring and opened the door. His eyes went wide when he saw what she was wearing. She smiled at him and said, “Hello.”

He just looked at her in stunned silence. Of all the times Ricardo had gone to have a “private session” with a woman in his class, this was the first time one had greeted him in her underwear.

“Well,” she said, enjoying his reaction. “Would you like to come in?”

He nodded, and she stepped back to let him enter. Then, she shut the door behind him.

***

The wizard felt more like a voyeur now as he watched the couple in bed through his crystal ball. The two had a lot fun together, Ricardo even managed to persuade Susan to allow him to put her toes in his mouth. Ultimately, the wizard decided it was best to speed up time as the two slept. Hours sped by until the light of the morning shone through the window of Susan’s bedroom, and time slowed to its regular pace again.

Ricardo awoke first, being accustomed to early morning workouts. For a moment, he wondered where he was. Seeing a woman sleeping next to him in bed gave him part of the answer. Clearly, he had hooked up last night. Then, the memories of meeting Susan in his class returned to him as did the memories of the fun they had enjoyed last night. He slipped out of bed gently, hoping that he might get out of the house before she woke up. As much as he enjoyed his nights with women such as her, he would rather avoid the complications that followed in the mornings. For instance, there was no telling if another man might stop by, unexpectedly. There was also the threat that the woman might want things to get more personal as opposed to staying simply physical. At the moment, he had no interest in romance if he could avoid it. He was at an age and in a position where he could play the field and have a good time at it. Why get himself trapped with one woman when the world was full of them?

Swiftly but silently, Ricard got dressed and headed for the bedroom door with his shoes in hand. Unfortunately for him, a creaking floorboard alerted Susan to his escape attempt. When he heard it, he froze and looked back at her. Her eyes opened, and she groaned and stretched, as she woke up.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he greeted her, “Good morning.”

She saw him and smiled. “Good morning, sexy,” she said. “Up already?”

“I was thinking I might go out to get us some breakfast,” he said, making up a kind lie.

“Hmmm,” she hummed. “That sounds nice, but I do have some food in the fridge if you’re up for making something.” She got out of bed, still fully naked and approached him. “After we eat breakfast, I might have something else for you to do with your mouth.” She kissed him.

“Right,” he said, realizing he was in for a long morning with her. “I guess I’ll get cooking.”

“And, I’ll get cleaned up and join you in a little while,” she said and walked to the restroom.

He watched her go, enjoying the sight of her shapely ass again. Then, when the door was shut, he headed downstairs to figure out a meal for them. He set his shoes down by her door and noticed her gym bag sitting there unzipped and, out of curiosity, decided to do a quick bit of snooping inside. Her street clothes were folded in there along with some nutrition bars and a tub of some supplement he had never heard of before. He gave her socks a quick sniff and then left everything in the bag as he had found it.

In the kitchen, he found enough food in the fridge to make a pair of omelets for them. As he started to chop vegetables, he heard the toilet flush upstairs followed by the sound of a shower.

In the bathroom, Susan revelled in the warm water that washed over her body. She soaped her younger skin and tested its taught surface and the sturdier muscles beneath it. She tried its softer places as well and considered pleasuring herself a moment, but she held off, knowing that there was a man downstairs to do that for her after breakfast. Clearly, the shower was making her hot in more ways than one.

Downstairs, Ricardo finished up their omelets just at about the same time that he heard the water shut off upstairs. He checked in the fridge for juice or milk but found none.

He walked back to the base of the stairs and called up to her, “How’s it going up there?”

“I’m nearly done,” she yelled back to him from behind the bathroom door as she toweled off.

“Breakfast is nearly done as well,” he yelled back. “But, I’m looking for something to drink with it. Do you have anything like coffee or tea, maybe?”

“I think I’m out of coffee,” she said, “but I might have some of a supplement mix left in one of the cabinets near the fridge.”

“Right,” he said. “I’ll find it.”

He checked her cabinets for something to mix in a drink, but found only a nearly empty bottle of a supplement with barely enough for half a drink left in it. Then, he remembered her bag by the door. He returned to it and fished out her fresh bottle of supplement and the nutrition bars along with it.

“Did you find it?” she called down to him from her bedroom as she searched for her robe.

“Yes,” he said. “Come down soon. The food is ready.”

He hurried to the kitchen and got out a pair of glasses for them, which he filled with water. Then, he added a scoop of the youth supplement to each glass and mixed it in with a spoon. The brown powder dissolved almost completely moments later, leaving the water mostly clear. He set aside the supplement bottle and the nutrition bars on the kitchen counter and proceeded to set the table for the two of them. She walked in wearing only her robe just as he was finishing.

Susan sniffed the air and hummed pleasantly. “Hmmm. Smells delicious.”

“Dig in,” he invited her.

She took a seat at the table, and he sat opposite her. Then, they began eating.

“So good!” she said after a few bites.

“Thanks, it’s my specialty,” he said with no attempt at modesty.

They both washed down the food with an occasional sip from their drinks.

“So,” she asked him. “Can you stay long? I don’t know if you’re working today.”

“I don’t have a class until the evening,” he said. “I did have a private session scheduled for around midday, but I can cancel that if I need to.”

“Good,” she said, feeling as though her body was waking up more with breakfast. “I was thinking of keeping you around for an extended ‘private session’ with me instead.”

Ricardo was feeling somewhat more lively as well. He had been willing to humor her a bit more today, but now he felt genuine enthusiasm about having her again. She looked sexy as hell, after all. In fact, she seemed even more youthful and vivacious than she had been last night.

They kept on eating their omelets and drinking down gulps of youth supplement. All the while, they grew increasingly more excited and aroused by each other. Meanwhile, their bodies were experiencing an opposite effect. Susan found herself having to tighten up her robe after it fell open once revealing a nipple to Ricardo. Not that she minded him seeing her breasts, but she wanted to preserve some shred of modesty. She was not prepared to just wander around her home with her naked body exposed to anyone who peeked through a window. It surprised her a bit to see him looking younger than she remembered him being. Maybe it was a trick of the morning light, but he barely looked like he was out of high school now. He was experiencing a similar surprise as he tried to guess her age again. Last night, he could have sworn she was in her thirties at least. Now, he worried if she was even legal.

However, Ricardo’s attention was soon drawn more to himself as he felt his clothes hanging more loosely on his body. He looked down at his chest and arms and was distressed to see his muscles looking less cut than usual. He seemed to have lost some mass and definition recently without realizing it. Clearly, he needed to step up his workout again. He took another sip of his supplement mix, hoping incorrectly that it might help.

Susan, meanwhile, had to readjust her robe again as it had begun to slip off her shoulder. She too worried that her chest was looking smaller than it should be. However, that worry was being overwhelmed by the warmth growing within her. It was not heat, exactly, more of a feeling of general arousal. Her smaller nipples had begun to get hard, and she sensed herself getting wet below.

Ricardo had a similar warmth burning in him now as well. In his case, the sensation was focused on how stiff he had become, which normally would cause some painful squeezing. Yet, he seemed to have ample space around his waistband now to make room for himself.

The erotic warmth drifted upwards in them, going straight to their heads, and they felt their thoughts fogging up. Their concerns about their bodies were quickly being overwhelmed by their mutual desire for physical pleasure. An intoxicating cloud of pheromones had filled their air between them. Soon, all they could think about was getting intimate with the teen sitting across from them. All the adult restraint they had developed over the years faded away. Susan let her robe slip from her shoulders. She lifted a foot up between his legs to his delight. Ricardo stood up from the table and barely noticed when his pants and underwear dropped to his ankles.

He declared his intentions, drunkenly.

She consented, enthusiastically.

While last night their time together had been exciting in a controlled, adult way, this morning they were going at it more like a pair of wild animals, letting their raging hormonal bodies take full control of their actions. They were beyond reason and wanted nothing more than physical pleasure right this moment. The two of them half-sat half-fell onto the tile floor in a tangle of limbs.

If they had been more mindful of anything besides what they were doing with their bodies, then they might have noticed more changes occurring to their bodies as they pleasured each other. Hair that had been shaved was growing back as other hair was disappearing altogether. Meanwhile, certain parts were getting embarrassingly smaller as they were being used. All the while, their bodies dwindled away in general, leaving adulthood behind more and more.

Then, it all came to an awkward but blissful conclusion. Exhausted, they lay on the tiles by each other after having made a mess of themselves.

“Wow,” he said, between pants.

“Wow,” she replied in agreement.

Those were the only words they exchanged as they lay there recovering. What else was there to say?

***

As the two lovers recovered on the kitchen floor, the wizard’s attention was drawn to the driveway of the house. He watched as a car pulled into the driveway and parked. Then, a young Asian woman stepped out of the car. He focused on her and learned about her. She was Erica, 22 years old, and the daughter of Susan, his customer. Much like her mother, she had a pair of thick athletic legs, which were a product of years of gymnastics practice.

Erica had intended to drop in for a visit with her mother, but she hesitated when she saw an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway in front of her. She tried to figure out whom it might belong to. Her mother had friends that would visit sometimes. It might be one of their cars. Then again, she was no longer married. Maybe… “No,” Erica said, picturing her middle-aged mother with some young stud. The idea was laughable. “No way.”

“Hello, Erica!” a woman called to her from the house next door.

Erica looked over to see her mother’s neighbor, digging in a small flower garden. “Hello, Carolina,” she replied.

Carolina was about the same age as Erica’s mother had been, but she had a great deal more weight on her than Susan had. She wore it well, though, around her hips and chest. Even her waist was thick without seeming too fat. She would always credit her Latina genes for blessing her with incredible curves. However, it did slow her down some as she got to her feet.

“It’s been a while,” Carolina said. “I haven’t seen you visit in weeks. I’m sure your mother has been missing you.”

“You’ve been watching?” Erica asked, remembering how much of a busybody her mother’s neighbor had always been.

“I notice things,” Carolina said with a shrug.

“Okay,” Erica said. “Then, did you notice who this car belongs to?” She pointed to the other car parked in the driveway.

“Hmm,” Carolina said. “That car has been there since last night. I did not catch who it belongs to, though.”

“Really?” Erica said. Maybe she was wrong. It might not be so laughable to think her mother could have a man over. Now, she had a dilemma. Should she knock on the door and potentially interrupt something between her mother and her lover? Or, should she just leave and send a text instead? “Well, I’ll see you around,” Erica said to Carolina. Then, she headed for the front door.

“Hey,” Carolina said. “You sure you want to do that? She’s probably not alone.”

Erica looked back, smiling, and said, “My mother has meddled in my love life more times than I can count. She’s scared off a few of my boyfriends over the years. So… What’s the phrase? ‘Turnabout is fair play?’”

Carolina gave Erica a disapproving look, but the young woman just turned, pulled out her keys, and unlocked the front door. Without knocking, she opened the door and stepped inside the house.

“Hello?” she said. There was no response. The house was silent.

In the kitchen, she discovered two plates on the table with a half-eaten breakfast on them. A chair was knocked over, and there was a trail of clothes on the floor leading upstairs. The clothes did not belong to her mother. Then, she heard the sound of water running upstairs and wondered how many people were in the shower.

“Oh, my!” Erica said, amused again at the thought of her mother getting romantic with someone. She was looking forward to embarrassing her mother in any way she could as soon as she came downstairs.

Her stomach rumbled, and she realized that her plans for getting breakfast with her mother would have to be cancelled. She looked around for something simple to eat and found a fresh bottle of supplement and a box of nutrition bars. She opened the box and took out a bar. It was a brand she had never heard of. If she had taken a moment to think about it, she might have noticed the word “mammary” on the label, but she was too hungry to think too much about what she was eating.

She tore open the wrapper and took a bite of the white bar inside. It was surprisingly creamy, but not in a bad way. In fact, it was delicious. The flavor brought up recollections from before she had conscious memories. She thought of being nurtured, being held, being safe and loved. If she had really considered the flavor, she might have realized she was recalling the taste of breastfeeding. But, she had finished the bar completely before she had time to think about it much. Feeling as though she was not quite full, she quickly scarfed down a second bar.

When she was done eating the breast enhancing nutrition bars, Erica settled down at the kitchen table, preparing to ambush her mother when she and her man came downstairs. As she waited, she started to feel a strange warmth in her chest. At first, she thought the air conditioner needed to be turned on. A few moments later, she started to feel some pressure from her bra. It was digging into her breasts a little. She tried to adjust the straps as she wondered what had happened to it. She was sure it had fit her fine when she put it on. The warmth and pressure increased, and she realized that her own bra was squeezing her painfully, now. She reached back and undid the hooks, and her breasts slipped free of the cups that had started to constrict them. She let out a sigh of relief, which quickly turned into a gasp of surprise when she saw her breasts expanding right before her eyes. They were swelling up like a pair of water balloons, stretching out her camisole top and forming a line of cleavage despite being loose from her bra. Just when she thought they would burst free from her top, her breasts cooled down and stopped growing.

Erica stared down in stunned wonder at the enormous pair of tits she now had hanging from her chest. They would rival the size of curvy Carolina’s breasts, but on Erica’s slimmer body, they seemed absurdly huge. She cupped them and found them to be more than a handful for her now. “What the hell?” she said. “How?” She looked over at the box of bars and asked, “Did they do this?” She stood up to examine the box and nearly fell over because her weight distribution was all off due to the extra mass she was carrying on her chest. After regaining her balance she walked back to the box and read the packaging. “‘Mammary enhancers?’” she said. “‘Made by Fitness Arcanum.’” She read the label on the bottle as well: “‘Supplemental Youth?’ What is this? ‘One scoop to remove a decade or more.’ Can this be real?” She looked down at her chest and saw all the confirmation she needed. “Hmm,” she said. “Magic supplements…” Ideas began to form in her head, plans for ways she could have some fun, but first, she went to the downstairs bathroom to check out her new figure.

Erica’s first thought upon seeing her reflection was that she looked like a stripper with melon-sized implants. She had never seen a woman at her weight with a natural pair of breasts this large. She pulled off her tight top and slipped off her bra to get a look at her bare tits. They hung naturally, but with more perkiness than would be expected in breasts this large. Somehow, the bars had given her tits an incredible size while leaving them perfectly shaped. Again she cupped them, squeezed them, let the soft flesh spill out around her fingers. Her already enormous nipples stiffened at the stimulation and jutted out of her dark areola a full inch, as thick as her thumbs. She brushed her fingers gently against them and felt herself getting wet due to how incredibly sensitive they were. They were so achingly pleasurable that they almost felt sore. “Holy shit!” she said, letting go and trying to calm down.

When her nipples had gotten a little smaller again, Erica slipped her top back on, leaving her useless bra on the floor. The shape of her nipples was clearly visible through the fabric, but she did not care. In fact, she found herself looking forward to the looks she would get for her fantastic tits. She had a strange impulse to show them to the world. Much as they were foremost in her appearance, they were now foremost in her thoughts. She kept imagining what it would feel like playing with them or having someone else play with them. It took all of her focus to keep from pleasuring herself right then and there.

The sound of the shower ending upstairs was enough of a reminder of her real purpose. She needed to have some fun with her mother, first. Then, it would be time to have fun with herself.

***

Upstairs in the bedroom, Ricardo toweled himself off, glancing back at Susan toweling herself off as well. As clean as he was, he had dirty thoughts on his mind. Susan was feeling a similar way. Their shared shower had done very little to calm either of them down. All it had accomplished was to wash up while giving them further opportunities to explore each other. Certainly, Susan had never had cleaner breasts.

“So...” Ricardo said. He paused, trying to think of some suggestion of what they should do next but struggling to come up with any ideas besides fucking. “Um, what do you wanna do now?”

Susan smiled at him, and he knew she felt the same way. She lay down on the bed and crossed her legs with her feet up in front of him. “I wouldn’t mind another foot massage,” she said, clearly knowing what would get his attention.

He knelt down in front of her feet and was about to get to work when she suddenly pulled her feet away and said, “Wait a second.”

“What?” he asked, feeling whiplash from her sudden shift in mood.

“Shh,” Susan shushed him. “I heard something downstairs.”

They both listened silently for a moment.

“Music?” he said.

“Someone’s down there,” she said, worried.

He stood up, realizing it was his duty to be a protector. “I’ll go check on it.” He grabbed his underwear and pulled them up. He did not think much about how loose they were. Besides, his semi-boner was keeping them from slipping down his narrow teen hips. “You stay here,” he said.

“No,” she said. “Don’t leave me alone.” She grabbed her robe and put it on, tying the belt securely. “We go together.”

He nodded and quietly walked down the stairs with her following close behind. They tracked the sound of the music to the kitchen where they found a large-breasted woman sitting at the breakfast table, eating some toast.

Ricardo halted there, speechless.

“Erica?” Susan said, recognizing who the woman was after looking past the breasts.

Erica noticed the two of them standing in the hallway and put down her toast. “Morning, Mom!” she said, cheerfully. “How are you?” She looked at Ricardo. “Who’s your little friend?”

“What are you doing here?” Susan demanded, walking past Ricardo into the kitchen to turn off the radio and confront her daughter. “And, what happened to your… body?”

Erica fought back her own laughter when she saw her mother trying to seem authoritative while looking like she was just barely old enough for high school. “I’m just visiting,” she said. “You always say you don’t see me often enough. As for my body, I tried out some of those supplements you have on the counter. I can see you’ve been trying out some of them as well.”

“You should have asked first before eating my supplements. Also, you need to call first before you visit,” Susan said. “I might be doing something.”

“Or, someone?” Erica asked, looking over at the boy staring at them from across the room. “You’re not going to introduce us?” she asked.

“Um,” he said, feeling strangely nervous talking to Erica. Something about her was worrying him. Maybe it was her huge tits, or maybe it was that, at his new age, he instinctively sensed that she was out of his league. “I’m… Ricardo.”

“I’m Erica,” she said and stood up. She held out her hand and approached Ricardo with her shoulders pulled back to push out her incredible chest. He shook her hand and marveled at how relatively tall she looked. He had to fight to stop himself from checking out her legs and feet although he suspected that he would enjoy them even more than her tits.

“Nice to meet you,” they said to each other.

“You need to go,” Susan said, realizing that her daughter had become competition.

“But,” Erica said, “I just got here.” She walked back to the table and returned to her seat. She leaned her chair back to put her feet up on the table, which she knew her mother hated to see.

Ricardo let out a soft whimper, and Erica caught him staring at her feet with a growing bulge in his boxers. She flexed her toes and watched him squirm, confirming that her breasts would not be the best way to get his attention.

Susan was getting fed up with her daughter ignoring her orders. She grabbed Erica’s feet and flung them to the ground. “Get out!” she said. “Now!” She had meant to sound threatening, but she realized she was coming off as petulant instead.

“Take it easy,” Erica said. “I just wanted to spend some time with you. I thought we might go out for breakfast or, you know, do something fun.”

“Not today,” Susan said.

Ricardo innocently asked, “Why not?”

The two woman looked back at him, and he felt himself blush. “I mean,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “We could have fun as a group. Why not?”

Susan sighed, realizing that she was losing him to her daughter. It seemed that she would need to change tactics. Time to play along. “Fine,” she said, to Erica. “We can do something fun. What do you have in mind?”

“Hmm,” Erica said, putting a hand to her chin. “Let me think.” She looked at the two of them and knew just the place where she could enjoy feeling superior to them. “How about we go to the beach?”

“The beach?” Susan asked, suspiciously.

“Yes,” Erica replied. “That’d be perfect. It’s going to be a sunny day. We can get a bit of tan, do a little swimming...” She glanced at Ricardo. “...walk barefoot on the sand.”

“Yeah!” he said, unable to contain his excitement. “That would be perfect.”

Realizing that she was about to be outvoted, Susan decided to try reasoning with them. “Ricardo does not have a swimsuit with him, and you…” She looked at Erica’s breasts. “I doubt you have a suit that will fit you.”

“Oh,” Erica said, waving off her concerns. “Never mind that. We can buy suits at the beach, my treat. What do you say?”

Susan was out of arguments. She gave in at last and put on a smile. “Fine. We’ll go to the beach.”

Erica and Ricardo let out a cheer and Susan did her best to hide the resentment she felt towards her own daughter.

“You two get dressed,” Erica said. “And, I’ll drive us there.”

“Right,” Ricardo said and took off running upstairs like an excited child.

Susan and Erica shared a silent stare with each other in the kitchen.

“You’d better get dressed now,” Erica said. “Or, we might just leave you behind.”

Susan turned and left the kitchen while plotting revenge.

Once she was alone again in the kitchen, Erica checked the labels on the supplements again. She wanted to see if there was a duration for the age reduction effect. When she could not find the information on the label, she decided it would be safest for her to bring along the supplements. She was about to pack them in a bag but a better idea came to her.

“We’re going to get thirsty out there,” Erica said to herself, smiling. “Maybe we should bring a refreshing drink with us.”

She found a one-gallon portable beverage cooler in a cabinet and unscrewed the lid on it. Then, she opened the bottle of youth supplement and dumped in a couple of spoonfuls of it into the cooler. She set the cooler in the sink and turned on the faucet. In the freezer, she found some ice and threw that in the cooler as well. When it was full of water and supplement, she screwed on the lid and gave the whole thing a good shake. She grabbed some plastic cups out of a bag and put the beverage cooler and the cups into her mother’s large cloth shoulder bag. She even managed to stuff the rest of the supplements in there as well, just in case.

“Just make sure you don’t drink it,” she reminded herself.

***

“I don’t like this,” Susan said as she stood in her room, still wearing a bathrobe. She was trying to think of some way to take control of the situation again, but her head was a bit too foggy with teen hormones to focus well.

“What’s the matter?” Ricardo asked as he tied up the waist string on a black pair of her gym shorts that he had put on. His own clothes were surprisingly too loose for his body. That should have set off alarm bells in his mind, but much like Susan, he was a bit too hormonal to recognize that something was very wrong with his body. Instead, he just felt a bit frustrated that something had gone wrong with his clothes, causing him to put on some of Susan’s clothes instead.

“She’s up to something. I can tell.”

He slipped on one of her tank tops. “She seemed friendly to me.”

Susan cast a suspicious glance in his direction. “I saw you getting a bit too friendly with her,” she said. “You’d better watch yourself.”

“What?” he said, trying on her sandals. “I was just saying ‘hello.’”

“You’re with me,” Susan said. “Don’t forget it.”

“Of course,” he said and walked into the bathroom where he began checking himself out in the mirror. “Hey, do I look skinnier to you?”

Susan sighed and began getting dressed herself in her stretchy yoga clothes.

Meanwhile, Ricardo decided that he needed to step up his workout.

***

Minutes later, the three of them were reunited downstairs by the front door.

“What do you have in that bag?” Susan asked Erica.

“Just some snacks and some water. Don’t want to get dehydrated, do we? I hear it’s really bad for your skin.”

“Fine,” Susan said. She opened the door and stepped out first.

Ricardo gestured to the door and said, “Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman,” Erica said, giving him a warm smile. He watched her go, paying particular attention to her sandals and the feet that filled them. He followed her out and shut the door.

Erica saw Carolina was still outside trying to act casual as she spied on them all. “Hello again,” she called to their neighbor.

“Hello,” Carolina said while approaching the driveway, staring continuously at Susan. “Is that your mother?”

Erica looked at Susan as well, and said, “Yes. She’s looking good today. Isn’t she? Very refreshed.”

“I barely recognized her. I thought she might have been one of the kids from down the street.” Carolina looked at Erica and her eyes went wide when she saw Erica’s chest. “Oh my!” she said. “Your… Were they…? What happened to your… top?”

“Would you believe me if I told you it was all thanks to a new bra?”

“No.”

“Want to know our secret?” She gave the woman a conspiratorial smile. Carolina leaned forward and Erica whispered, “We’ve been using some amazing new supplements.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” Erica said as a wicked idea formed in her head. She pulled the jar of skin cream out of her bag and handed it over to Carolina. “Want to try some?”

“Huh?” Carolina said, examining the jar. “I just put it on normally.”

“It will take years off your skin,” Erica said. “The more you put on, the better.”

“Right,” Carolina said. “Thank you. I’ll leave it with your mother later. If it’s as good as you say, then she’ll have to tell me where you got it.”

“Enjoy,” Erica said. Then, she turned and called to Ricardo, who was unlocking his car doors. “Nope. I’m driving.”

“But…” he protested.

“Just get in my car,” she said. “I’m not letting you drive me anywhere the way you are now.”

He locked his car again. Then, he walked to Erica’s car. Susan beat him to the front passenger seat, so he ended up stuck in the back seat, alone. Feeling put upon, he crossed his arms and pouted.

“Seat belts, kids,” Erica said as she started up the car. “Let’s go.”

***

The beach was as crowded as they had ever seen it. The heat this morning had risen with the sun, and many people had come to the same conclusion: the beach was the place to be today.

Erica parked near an entrance to the beach that also had a convenient shop just across the road, selling anything a person might need to spend a day on the sand. They stopped inside and purchased bathing suits and towels and suntan lotion and even a beach umbrella. Ricardo had selected a tight blue Speedo. Susan had gone with a somewhat modest black one-piece suit with a low cut back. Erica had decided to be showy. She was wearing a pink string bikini, with a top that seemed ready to snap off at any moment, revealing her enormous breasts.

The three of them then made their way onto the sand to find an open spot to set up camp for the day. Ricardo planted the umbrella as Susan laid out a beach blanket and their beach towels. Erica, meanwhile, took out the beverage cooler and set it in a central position where her mother and Ricardo could not miss it.

Then, it was lotion time. They each had their own bottles and began the work of lubing themselves up. When it came time to cover their hard-to-reach places, Susan was quickest on the draw.

“Ricardo,” she said. “Could you be a dear and do my back for me?” She lay down on her towel to give him easy access.

“Certainly,” he said, kneeling down next to her and filling his hand with lotion. He began to rub it into her exposed back, massaging it in and eliciting a gentle purr from Susan in response.

Not to be outdone, Erica grabbed Ricardo’s lotion and, without a word, knelt behind him and began rubbing it into his shoulders and back. Susan only noticed what was going on when his hands seemed to lose focus on their task. She looked over to see what her daughter was doing, realizing that they had unintentionally entered some strange lotion three-way.

Susan rolled away from his hands, saying, “That should do it.”

Erica continued working on his back, while admiring his diminished but still impressive muscles.

To beat Erica at her own game, Susan rotated around the group and began putting lotion on her own daughter’s back, stealing the job away from Ricardo.

Watching from his store, the wizard could not help but chuckle at how petty and silly it all was. Still, at least it was amusing to witness it all through his crystal ball. Soon, he saw that they were all lubed up and ready for what was next.

“Come on, Ricardo,” Susan said, pulling him by his arm. “Let’s get a cool snack from the refreshment stand. I feel like ice cream.”

“Wait,” Erica said, grabbing his other arm. “We can’t eat now. We would have to wait a while before going in the water. Let’s go for a quick swim first. Come on, let’s take a jump in the waves.”

Before Ricardo could respond, Susan had given his arm a strong tug. “He’s coming with me. We’re getting ice cream. You can go dunk your head in the water on your own.”

Erica tugged back. “He’s a big boy. He can choose for himself where he wants to go. And, he’s coming with me. Right, Ricardo?”

“No, he’s with me. Right, Ricardo?”

Feeling like a bone in the teeth or a pair of ravenous dogs, Ricardo said, “Enough. I’m not going anywhere with either of you. You two go do what you want. I’m staying here for a bit.” He shook free of their grasp and lay down on the towel.

The two women glared at each other furiously, each blaming the other for upsetting their man.

“Fine,” Susan said.

“Fine,” Erica replied.

They stormed off in opposite directions, leaving him alone in the shade of the umbrella. For a moment or two, he had peace. That ended when a gorgeous woman emerged from the water in front of him, drawing his attention. Had he been an adult still and not under the influence of intense teen hormones, he might have realized that adding a third woman to this situation was a bad idea. Instead, his attention was focused on her as he tried to put the other two quarreling women out of his mind.

The wizard gazed into her life and saw she was Selena, a fair-skinned Peruvian lady in her early 20s. She had her damp dark hair cut short by her chin. Her green string bikini held a pair B-cups, concealing perky brown nipples beneath the fabric. Below, she had a lovely large ass and a strong pair of legs. Her feet were sandy, and Ricardo wanted to brush them clean.

To his delight, she stopped at the towel laid out next to his own camp. She pulled out a dry towel from her bag and began to wipe down her body.

Feeling his excitement growing, Ricardo tried to think of a way to approach the woman. When she sat down and tried to take a drink from an nearly empty water bottle, he knew just what to do.

“Would you like some water?” he asked her.

She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked over to him, seeing a young teen gazing back at her, hopefully. Had he been older, she might have mentioned her boyfriend would be on his way here in a short while. Instead, she smiled and said, “Sure.”

Ricardo grabbed a plastic cup and filled it from the beverage cooler. Then, he hurried it over to her, only spilling a little of the water into the sand as he went.

She smiled to see him so eager to please, deciding that she might have some fun with the boy. She took the cup from him and said, “Thank you.” Then, she took a sip of the youth supplement. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ricardo. And you?”

“Selena.” She drank down more, enjoying the icy cool liquid. “This is very refreshing.”

“Good,” he said, beginning to feel a bit awkward. Somehow, she intimidated him. There was a maturity to her that he seemed to be lacking in himself. He decided that he needed to make a move. Seeing her suntan lotion in her bag, he said, “Can I help you put on some more lotion? You’ve been in the water, and I’m sure you don’t want to get burned.”

Selena took another drink from the cup, draining the remaining youth supplement from it, and said, “Sure. You can take care of my backside.” She rolled over onto her stomach and undid the strings of her bikini top, leaving her back bare.

Realizing that the only thing concealing her chest was that she was laying on the towel, Ricardo felt himself getting excited. He knelt next to her and got to work.

Selena cooed gently as he smeared the white lotion onto her smooth skin. “That’s nice.” His hands traced the curves of her shoulder blades and massaged the muscles around her shoulders. She had been expecting to feel a clumsy boy’s hands on her, but she was pleasantly surprised to receive a more expert massage.

Ricardo wanted to flip her over and massage her chest as well, but instead he was content to work his way downwards towards her bulbous ass. He worked the lotion into it, but was surprised to find it seemed increasingly smaller as his hands traced its curves. He worked his way down to her legs, which too seemed less shapely than they had been a moment ago. Soon, he began to wonder how he had imagined her to be so much curvier when he had first seen her.

At last, he reached her feet. Without asking or waiting for permission, he began to massage them as well, enjoying their arches and the cleavage between her delicate toes, solid and soft all at once. He wanted to taste them, but even in his current frenzy, he held himself back, knowing she would not accept that. Instead he focused on a massage.

Strangely, he felt her feet seem to dwindle away slowly beneath his fingers, like melting ice cream. When he had begun, they had been more than a handful for him. Now, they seemed much smaller and softer. In fact, they had developed the gentle freshness of a girl’s feet with beady little toes.

Certain that he had never massaged a pair of feet so small, he spoke to her. “So,” he said. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

“Twenty-one” Selena said, but her voice sounded too young even for high school.

Ricardo looked back up at her body to see the back of a girl that matched the voice. There were no wide hips or shapely legs to be seen. Instead, she had the body of a pubescent girl, one smack dab in the middle of an awkward tween phase. Her waist and butt were chubby and soft, while her tooth-pick limbs seemed too skinny and gangly.

He dropped her feet, shocked at how he had made such a mistake. He was certain she had been older when he had first seen her.

Selena was feeling drunk from her rejuvenation. She rolled over, not thinking about her untied bikini top. “What’s the matter?” she asked him. Even with the horrified expression on his face, he looked cute to her. She remembered thinking he was too young before. Now, she felt he might be a bit too old even.

Ricardo saw the pimples on her plump face. He glanced at her unimpressive bare chest and ill-fitting bottom, before averting his eyes and excusing himself. “Sorry, I should be going,” he said, getting to his feet. “Just remembered I have to… meet someone somewhere.” He turned and walked away down along the shore, not looking back once.

“Hey?” Selena said, out of confusion and annoyance. She had thought he wanted her. What had changed? She wondered. Was there something wrong with her?

She looked down at her body, but instead of being horrified by the sight, she was embarrassed to see that her top had come undone. Blushing, she rolled back over onto her stomach and tied it back on. Then, she tightened up the bottom of her bikini which had also become strangely loose. All the while, she wondered what had happened to her bathing suit. Had it become stretched out somehow while she was swimming?

Once she felt properly clothed again, she sat up and thought about Ricardo, deciding that he had been freaked out by her loose bathing suit. That had to be the reason he had left. She looked around herself, wondering what she was doing at the beach alone. She had the vague memory that someone was coming to meet her here, but the idea that it was a man felt wrong to her. Maybe it was her dad that was coming. Feeling nervous about being alone, she spotted some kids her age having fun throwing around a beach ball near the water and decided to join them. She stood up and ran towards them on her soft sandy feet.

***

Moments after Ricardo and Selena had left, Susan returned to their beach blanket and umbrella. She had made it all the way to the refreshment stand before realizing she had left all of her cash behind in their bag.

“Ricardo?” she called. “Erica?” She saw no sign of either of them and started to worry that they might have run off somewhere together.

Susan checked in the bag for her money and found the youth supplement bottle inside right next to a filled water bottle that Erica had left behind. Her daughter seemed to be getting a bit too big for her britches. Maybe a little taste of the youth supplement would put the girl back in her place, Susan decided. She opened the water bottle and the supplement bottle and scooped in maybe a little too much of the powder. Then, she shut up both bottles, shook up Erica’s drink, and put both back in the bag.

With that done, Susan found herself still craving a creamy treat. She checked in the bag again for her money and found the nutrition bars inside this time. She noticed that they were described as “creamy” while ignoring the text saying how they would affect her breasts. Not feeling like taking another walk, she decided to lay down on her blanket in the shade and tear open one of them.

“Ooh, that’s good!” she said after tasting how creamy the bar was. She quicky scarfed down the rest of the milky snack and opened another one, realizing that she would probably have a third a little while later.

***

Down the beach, Ricardo had wandered over to a group of cute teen girls. Normally, he would deem them a bit too young, but today they seemed the right age for him. he approached them and asked, “Hey do you know anyone interested in throwing around a Frisbee?”

They exchanged a look with each other and smiled. “Maybe,” the blonde girl said. There was a Frisbee on the sand at her feet.

Just as she was about to pick it up, out of nowhere something hit Ricardo in his head, causing him to stumble back and turn to see where the hit had come from.

There was a football laying on the sand next to him and a group of three teenage boys chuckling with each other.

“Sorry about that,” one of the boys said. “You all right?”

Feeling himself getting angry, Ricardo picked up the football and stormed over to the boys to confront them. He tossed the ball back to the boy who had spoken to him and said, “You’d better watch yourself, kid.”

The boy looked less amused and more annoyed now. “You watch yourself… kid. And, stay away from our girls… or else.”

Ricardo stepped up the boy, but when he was closer he realized two things. One, the boy was bigger than him, and, two, he was alone and that boy had two friends about the same size as him.

Without warning, the boy gave Ricardo a quick shove, knocking him on his ass on the sand. The boys started laughing with each other. Ricardo turned to look at the girls, who were stifling laughs themselves. Feeling as though he wanted to cry, Ricardo ran off back to their blanket to escape the humiliation.

He found Susan was lying there on the sand, but she seemed to be a bit uncomfortable as her swelling breasts were stretching out the top of her black swimsuit almost to the point of bursting loose.

“Oh, no!” she said. “I forgot.”

“Whoa,” he said. “Are you all right.”

“I think so,” she said, trying to readjust her swimsuit. “I’m just a bit uncomfortable.” As she moved the fabric around, she felt it slip against her nipples, stimulating them and eliciting moans from her. Soon, she was just lying there fondling her own enormous chest, seemingly lost in the pleasure of it.

Realizing that she was in her own world, totally oblivious to him, Ricardo decided that he needed to do something to feel more manly. He started doing pushups and other bodyweight exercises. They made an interesting pair: a teen girl pleasuring herself and a teen boy growing sweaty exercising next to her.

Soon, he had started to get thirsty, so he filled a cup of water from their beverage cooler and gulped it down. Immediately, he felt refreshed and went back to exercising. His body was buzzing with energy as he pumped away at push ups. It felt as though he was getting lighter and lighter as he went. He did not notice himself shrinking although he did have to keep repositioning his feet to keep his balance. His arms, instead of getting thicker, were thinning out as he lost muscle mass all over, during his slide backwards through puberty.

Susan continued fondling her swelling mammaries. As she worked, she had become dimly aware that there was an increasing dampness forming around her nipples.

Ricardo was finding it harder and harder to complete a pushup. The invigoration he had felt was losing power. He had started to feel weaker instead of stronger. He rolled over to do crunches, but they felt nearly impossible to manage now. Looking down he was shocked at the pudgy belly he saw. It seemed as though he had no muscle mass left on him at all.

For a moment, Susan looked over to find Ricardo, maybe to ask if he would lend her a hand with her breasts, which had begun to feel painfully swollen, but all she found was a small boy attempting to exercise and failing at it. She had to settle on trying to leak out some milk by tweaking her nipples under her suit.

Ricardo had switched over to jumping jacks, but now he found it hard to jump. He started to move into yoga poses, but his weak core muscles made balancing difficult. In fact, just standing up straight was a struggle. Eventually, just after his previously tight Speedo had dropped to his ankles, he dropped as well, landing on his bare behind.

He tried to remember what he was doing, but his mind felt like a dim light bulb with too little current running through it. The big thoughts that might ask a question like, “Why do I feel so little and weak all of a sudden? What happened to me?” were all too heavy to move through his mind. Only light little thoughts would budge. “Where’s mommy?” was an obvious first question. Looking to his side, he found a possible answer. He crawled over to Susan as she was preoccupied with her breasts. He found them enticing, but there was something else that drew his attention more: her bare feet, right near him, with her lovely toes just waiting to be sucked. He crawled to the nearest foot, and wrapped his lips around her toes and started sucking.

Susan was surprised to find a year-old baby sucking on her toes, but considering the problems she was dealing with on her chest, the baby seemed like a perfect solution. She lifted up little Ricardo, who whimpered anxiously when the toes he revered were plucked from his mouth.

“I have something else for you to suck on,” Susan said, setting him on her lap. She slid the shoulder straps of her swimsuit down her arms, letting her swollen breasts flop loose from their confinement. Then, she maneuvered the baby into position to suckle on her. He got to work, and she sighed pleasantly as he relieved the pressure inside her breasts. After a little while, she made sure to have him switch sides to even herself out.

Just as the two of them had gotten comfortable together acting as a mother and child, Susan’s real daughter could be heard chuckling next to her.

“How adorable,” Erica said, stepping over her mother’s legs, dripping water on her. Erica picked up a towel and started to dry herself off. “I never knew you could be so nurturing. I always assumed you only fed me from a bottle.” She took a seat next to Susan on the beach blanket under the umbrella.

“Y-you!” Susan said. “You did this to him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Erica said and smirked. “You can’t blame me if he accidentally happened to drink a little of that supplement you bought. Besides, you don’t seem very upset. You make a perfect couple now.”

Susan glared at her daughter and pulled little Ricardo from her breast. He whimpered as she set him down between them on the blanket and pulled her suit back up over her drained but still enormous mammaries. She was ready to tear into Erica, but stopped when she saw her daughter pull a water bottle out of their bag. Instead, she decided to wait and watch.

“I mean, how careless can you be?” Erica asked and unscrewed her water bottle. “It’s sad to think that I’m more mature than you, but I suppose that’s been true for a long while now.” She took a swig from the supplement mixture.

“Is that so?” Susan asked, trying to hide her delight.

“I mean… yeah,” Erica said. “You’re just desperately clinging to your youth. You’ll do anything to avoid getting old. It’s kind of… pathetic.”

“Uh huh,” Susan said watching for any signs of Erica getting younger.

“What’s worse is you keep on criticizing me, like I’m still a child,” Erica paused to readjust the knot holding her top in place. It seemed to have gotten looser while she was swimming. “I’m a grown woman,” she said, but she was starting to look like she belonged in high school again.

Susan was about to respond with a snide remark, but they were interrupted by Ricardo, who had begun to suck on Erica’s toes.

“How cute,” Erica said. “I think he’s a bit thirsty still.” She poured some water down her leg from her bottle so that it would flow all the way down to her toes where Ricardo would have a taste. Then, she took another sip from the bottle herself. Once more, she felt that her suit was getting a bit loose. Now, it seemed that both the top and bottom halves of it were too large.

Susan could no longer hold back her smile as she watched her daughter drop back into her early teens. The shapely hips Erica had been so proud of dwindled away, narrowing down to more boyish proportions. Her chest deflated a bit as well, but the effects of the bust enhancing bars prevented her from going completely flat. The breasts that remained seemed incongruously large on her pubescent frame. Her skin lost its mature luster as acne returned with a vengeance on her more rounded cheeks. Her whole body thinned out as if she were a wax sculpture melting in the heat.

As the changes slowed to a stop, Erica was marooned in what could best be described as the most awkward body she had suffered through in her entire life. Puberty was hitting her unevenly and cruelly all over. Not only did she have chicken legs and overlong feet, not only was her childish face mutilated by a mess of pimples, not only did she she have a bony ass and hardly any pubic hair on the front, but she had all of them at once, each imperfection multiplying against the others to increase her overall awkwardness.

Susan began chuckling. It was even better than she had hoped for.

“What’s so funny?” Erica demanded, but she was not prepared for the shrill girlish voice that left her narrow lips. “What the hell?” she asked as she realized at last that something was wrong. She looked down at her ruined body and shrieked.

Susan was laughing hysterically.

Erica saw that and said, “You did this! Didn’t you?”

Susan just smiled and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You can’t blame me if…” But, before she could finish mocking her daughter, Erica had opened her water bottle again and pointed it as Susan’s mouth. A good squeeze sent a spray of the youth supplement water into Susan’s face, causing her to sputter and spit it out.

Once Susan had gotten over the shock, she prepared to leap at Erica to attack her. However, they both stopped when they heard a baby crying at Erica’s feet. They looked down to see poor Ricardo, regressed now to a tiny naked infant, looking desperately up at a pair of feet that he was struggling to reach now. In his frustration, he began bawling and pissed all over the blanket and sand beneath him. He rolled over on his back and kicked his legs up, only to discover that he was limber enough for his own feet to reach his face. He pulled a foot in to start sucking on his own toes. It was not what he wanted, but it was good enough to pacify him for the moment.

As the enormity of the situation hit the two girls, Susan lost another year of maturity, leaving her at about the same age as her daughter although with less awkwardness aside from her improbably huge breasts. Her swimsuit now fit her poorly all over, being too tight on top and too roomy below.

“Oh man,” Erica said, starting at the baby on the blanket. “What are we going to do now?”

“It’ll be fine,” Susan said, but she sounded as though she was trying to convince herself as well. “Maybe we can swing by the store where I bought the supplements. Let’s just head home first and think this through.”

“‘Head home?’” Erica said. “How’re we supposed to do that now? Neither of us looks like we’re old enough to drive. We hardly even look old enough to be in high school now. I doubt I could even pull the seat forward enough to reach the pedals.”

“We could call for a rideshare.”

“They don’t pick up kids.”

“Oh,” Susan said, realizing that she had just accidentally stranded them at the beach as a pair of girls with a baby. “I suppose we could walk home.”

“That could take hours,” Erica said as she retied her bikini to fit her diminished body.

“Well,” Susan said. “Then, we’d better get going now.”

They stood up and started to put away their things. After deciding that the pee-soaked blanket was destined for the trash, there was a bit of a stand off over who would be carrying Ricardo around. In a reversal of their earlier conflict, neither of them wanted him. Besides smelling of urine, both of them knew he would need a diaper, and likely a second one before they got home. Ricardo was oblivious to them as all his attention was placed on sucking his own toes. Eventually, they agreed to take turns carrying him. He would be their hot potato. The one unfortunate enough to be holding him when he needed a change would be the one stuck doing it.

They walked to the shops to buy some clothes that would fit them as well as a couple of swim diapers for Ricardo. Then, they swung by the bathroom to clean up the baby and get dressed for their trip home. Erica made a quick stop by her car to make sure it was locked and lamented that it was likely going to be towed away that night.

With their preparations done, they started the long hike home.

The wizard, watching it all from his crystal ball, was laughing as he watched the pair of girls walk, while doing their best to lug the burdensome baby along with them while coping with their oversized bouncing boobs.

As amusing a sight as it was to watch them, the wizard turned his attention over to Carolina, who was in possession of the jar of skin cream. His view in the crystal ball flew across town and back in time to the moment when Erica, Susan, and Ricardo had left for the beach.

***

Carolina gazed down at the jar with fascination and wonder. After checking that the three of them were gone, Carolina rushed inside for some privacy to start applying the cream.

Once she had reached her bedroom, she stood in front of a mirror and unscrewed the cap on the jar. After a quick sniff that found it smelled like ordinary skin cream, she started off by rubbing in a generous amount of the cream onto her hands. Then, she watched as her skin smoothed out and a youthful softness returned to her hands.

“Amazing!” she said. “It works!”

Next, she applied some cream to her face. She felt a gentle tingle as it absorbed into her skin. Moments later, she was staring at a face in the mirror she had not seen in years. Gone were her middle-aged wrinkles, replaced by the smooth complexion of a woman in her prime.

“Beautiful,” she declared. “I’m beautiful!”

She found herself getting turned on by her own sexy face. She removed her top and bra to look down at her saggy old breasts. Soon, she was rubbing cream onto her breasts as well, feeling stimulated as her young fingers massaged and fondled her tits, which had started to gain back some of their youthful shape and perkiness. She found herself getting excited below and decided to add some cream down there as well, which tighted herself up in a pleasant way.

For a short while, it was ecstasy. Her erogenous zones had regressed back to their youthful state, getting more sensitive as they went, but the changes did not stop there. The cream that had gotten pressed into her soaked into her bloodstream and began to affect her whole body, lagging only a little behind the changes to where she had applied the cream to her skin.

Her face began to seem less sexy and more childish, briefly developing pimples before falling backwards into girlhood. Her breasts went from perky to immature. Her tightness below had become too tight. Meanwhile, the rest of her body slimmed down and lost it’s mature weight. Her curvy hips and ass narrowed away, letting her pants drop to her ankles as her underwear hung on to her girlish hand, which was struggling beneath them to pleasure herself.

However, just before she became too immature to finish, she did. As she shuddered, lost in the pleasure, her big underwear slipped down to her feet below, and she stumbled back to sit on her bed.

Once she had regained her composure, she took another look at herself in the mirror. She gasped at the face she saw staring back at her. Not only was it younger than she had expected, but it seemed even too young to fit with the rest of her pubescent body. If her body seemed to be about 13 or 14, then her face looked as though it belonged to a 9 or 10-year-old girl. Same with her flat chest and between her legs.

“No,” she said, sounding like the scared child she had become.

***

The wizard ran the timelines forward again until the paths of Carolina and the beachgoers converged again. Carolina spotted the girls walking up the driveway lugging a bag and a baby with them. It took a moment to recognize their faces, but she remembered Erica from when she had been a girl originally. She ran out to meet them.

“Erica!” she cried as she approached. “Susan! Is that you?”

Erica and Susan exchanged a weary but still annoyed look with each other.

Erica replied, “It’s us. I see you had some trouble as well.”

“You told me to use a lot of it!” Carolina complained. “Look what it did to me.”

Ricardo began to cry, and Susan, who was holding him at that moment, groaned and said, “I’m taking him inside to change him.”

“Wait,” Carolina said. “Is there nothing that can be done to fix us? Can’t we call the company that made the cream?”

“Yeah,” Erica said to Susan. “Let’s go back to that shop where you bought all of this, see if we can get a refund and get turned back to normal now, maybe.”

Susan was rocking Ricardo to calm him down. “I don’t have a number, but I remember where it was. We can go there tomorrow. I’m too tired to go anywhere right now.”

“Fine,” Erica said, and followed Susan to the house.

“Wait!” Carolina cried. “What am I supposed to do?”

Erica replied, “I don’t give a fuck. Just bug off, you old bitch.”

Carolina gasped and marched back into her house in a huff as the other girls entered the home next door.

***

The wizard drew back from the scene, drifting backwards in time, back through the day, back through space, hurtling to the present where he was. For a moment, he saw himself in the crystal ball, standing before the crystal ball, like an inverted mirror. Then, time settled back down into its regular rhythm.

The wizard calmly stepped back into the shop out of the storage room. He walked to the “Open” sign by the door and turned it off. Then, he shut the lights off in the shop.

“Time to move,” he said to himself, not for the first time. Not even for the first time this year.

He had discovered a long long time ago that the best way to deal with dissatisfied customers when they returned to complain was to simply be somewhere else far away before they got there. He would find a new empty storefront in another town and transport the whole shop there, swapping one interior for another in an instant. After manipulating the memories of a few concerned parties, it will be as if nothing had changed. (Why pay rent when you can make your landlord believe he has already been paid, after all.)

As he started constructing the spell to move shop, he began making mental notes for adjustments to his supplements. Susan had shown him that his products were way too potent. They would need to be diluted and their effects would need to occur more gradually. That way, they will seem almost plausible to people skeptical of magic.

“Yes,” he said. “Just a few tweaks, and they’ll be perfect. I’ll make a killing in the next town.”

For a moment, he thought of Susan and the others she had involved. Everyone of them had experienced an overdose, which meant the effects of the spells would be lasting a lot longer than intended. How long was hard to determine—days, weeks, months? It may be a long while before they would all be back to normal in their old bodies (much longer for the baby).

He looked out the window and realized that Susan was probably still on her way to the gym right at that moment. He might even have a chance of catching her before she took the supplement if he bothered to follow her. He shook his head.

“Caveat emptor,” he said. She knew what she was buying, and he was not a fan of refunds.

He focused on his spell to move shop, summoning up his power.

A moment later, the storefront was empty, a sign had appeared in the window advertising the open retail space. Every trace of the Fitness Arcanum sign above the storefront had vanished as well.

It was as if the shop had never existed.