Creamed (Commission)

A commission for anonymous.

Stephen was just looking for lotion. He had gotten all set up to masturbate only to find that he had run out of lubricants. Knowing that he had limited time home alone until his mother came back, he hurriedly checked her medicine cabinet for a substitute for his usual lube. Finding a tube of what he thought was ordinary skin lotion, he rushed back to his bedroom to get started. It was only when he went to open the tube that he noticed the name of the lotion.

“Fountain of Youth Cream?” he read. “What?”

Stephen read the label:

Want to look younger, feel younger, be younger? Fountain of Youth Cream is your ticket to fresher skin and a more youthful body. Squeeze a quarter-sized portion of cream onto your hands and apply to your skin. No need to apply the cream to any specific area. It will affect your entire body equally, making you appear years younger.

Warning: do not exceed the recommended amount of cream. An overdose may result in potentially permanent changes, including extreme regression, uneven regression, mental alterations, reality alterations, and/or other unpredictable changes to users bodies, minds, and realities. Use as directed.

Stephen had to read the label over a second time. He could hardly believe that this was what it said it was, actual age regression cream. Where had his mother found this? He knew she ordered beauty products online. Had she really found a store selling the fountain of youth in a tube?

He ran back to her bedroom to look for more information and found an opened package on her desk with a label on it from an online store called Fitness Arcanum. The logo for the store had a cartoon portrait of a muscular wizard on it.

“Real magic cream,” Stephen said, smiling. He knew his mother wanted to look younger to attract a new husband. If only she knew how much he wanted to be younger as well... He wished he could be a young kid again and wear diapers. He dreamed of being pampered like a baby. Now, here was a way to make it happen. “What am I waiting for?” he said and ran back to his bedroom to put that cream to good use.

Stephen settled on his bed and got his tissues and started checking his phone for something erotic to get him started. After all, if he was going to regress, he might as well have a good time doing it. When he heard a car pulling up a driveway, he froze. He checked the window, peeking through the blinds to see if his mother had come home. He was relieved to find that it was the girl that lived next door, Jennifer, who had just parked her car on her driveway. Her family had moved next door a couple of years ago, but Stephen had never gotten to know her, despite them both going to the same school and recently graduating in the same class. Due to them living on the outside of a curve in the road, he had an angle on her house that provided him with a view into their living room window. If she was about to do what he thought, then he decided it would be best to wait a couple of minutes for the show to start.

Sure enough, a short while later, Jennifer walked into the living room, having changed into a tight sports bra and bike shorts, her regular workout clothes. Luckily, she was an aerobics enthusiast and Stephen had spent many a happy afternoon peeping on her getting sweaty in her living room. As she started stretching, he grabbed the tube of cream and prepared to commence jerking off once she began exercising. She began her rhythmic motions, and he squeezed some cream out onto his palm, making sure to use plenty enough to keep himself lubed up until he finished.

Jennifer was getting sweaty and Stephen was getting hard. He grabbed his cock and smeared cream up and down it. At first it was cool, but after some pumping, it warmed up. He felt a tingling sensation spreading from his cock through the rest of his body. This mixed with the erotic pleasure he was giving himself from his hand and the sight of this girl moving her body was driving him wild. Then, there was the thought that he would soon be getting younger as well. It was almost too much for him to handle. He nearly came right then, but he slowed down and held himself back to make the moment last just a little longer.

Stephen grunted and heard his voice pitched higher, like a young teen’s voice. He looked down, seeing that his body appeared to be slimming down, losing muscle mass. He noticed his view point lowering and looked down to find the floor rising up as he dropped backwards through a growth spurt. It was real! The cream was actually making him shorter and younger. It felt so amazing to experience his body shrinking, to be losing years of growth and maturity as he jerked his still throbbing hard cock. He turned his attention back to Jennifer, this older girl he fantasized was dancing for his pleasure. What would she think if she saw a boy like him doing this while gazing at her body?

“Yes,” he said, hearing himself sounding like he belonged in middle school. “I’m a naughty boy. I wanna see my babysitter’s titties bounce.”

The pleasure grew to a peak, and he looked down to see his soft, youthful body losing every trace of hair beneath his neck. Again, he felt himself dropping down, spurting him fully back into childhood just as his cock spurted out a skinny rope of cum into the air. The orgasm shot through him like a lighting bolt of pure joy, more intense than any orgasm he could remember experiencing, and it only seemed to grow more powerful as more cum pumped out of his increasingly immature cock, to the point that he feared he might pass out if it kept going. He stayed conscious, but he felt his mind melting, losing focus. He found it hard to think or remember anything clearly, leaving him with no sense of where he was or what he was doing. There was just the glow of mature pleasure overwhelming his childish little body. At last, when it became too much, he collapsed to the floor and passed out.

***

He awoke to the sound of his mother’s voice. “Stephen?” she called to him from some distance. “Dinner time.”

He opened his eyes and was confused by finding himself lying on the floor just beneath his window. How had he gotten here? He wondered. Why had he fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon? He sat up and discovered that he was naked, which was even more confusing. He tried to remember what he had been doing earlier that day. Something about the girl next door…

“The cream!” he cried, recalling what had happened to him at last. He stood up and was amazed by how much less up he went. “I’m a kid,” he said, amazed by the high tone of his voice. He held up his hands and flexed his soft little fingers. “I’m really a kid. I’ve got to be, like, twelve or thirteen years old now.”

“Stephen?” his mother called again. “Did you hear me?”

“I’ll be down in a couple of minutes,” he replied and immediately covered his mouth, realizing that she would hear how young he sounded now.

“Okay, dear,” she replied. “Don’t take too long, though. Your food’s getting cold.”

Again, he felt confused. Why was she not surprised by his voice?

He would need to figure that out, but first, he would need to put some clothes on. He checked on the floor and by his bed, but he could not locate the clothes he had been wearing. He went to his dresser, hoping to find something in there that would fit him. The underwear drawer only had socks in it, no actual undies, and the socks seemed much smaller than normal, as if they had been shrunk to fit his younger feet. He looked around, wondering if his underwear might be in a pile somewhere else. When he turned back to the dresser, he discovered a strange box on top of it with a picture of what looked like padded underwear on it.

“Ninjamas?” he read the box. “What are these? Pull ups? I know I’m a kid, but I’ve still got to be too old for these.”

He took a pair of them out of the box and stepped into them. Pulling them up, he found the padded underwear fit him snugly, but felt comfortably soft against his skin. Next, he checked the other drawers, searching for other clothes to fit his childish body. Most shirts had cartoon characters on them, as did the shorts and pants. Like the pull ups, everything appeared to be themed for a much younger child even if they were the right size to fit his middle-school body. He settled on a matching blue pokemon t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts with a Pikachu embroidered onto one leg around the thigh. He figured that Pokemon was more of an all-ages franchise and would seem a bit less childish, overall. With the shorts on, it was not obvious that he was wearing training pants, but there was a noticeable extra thickness around the level of his hips and between his legs over his crotch and ass. He tried moving around, finding that he had his normal freedom of movement. While the pullups were impossible to ignore, they were not uncomfortable to wear under his clothes.

“Okay,” he said, feeling dressed enough to go down to dinner. “I guess this is the kind of outfit I wear now.”

He hurried down the hallway and took his time going down the stairs, feeling less confident rushing down them on his shorter legs. Then, he made his way into the kitchen where he found a plate of food waiting for him on the table, ham with macaroni and cheese. He took a big whiff of it as he took a seat, and his mouth watered.

“There you are,” his mother said.

Stephen froze, worried about what she would say when she saw him looking years younger.

“Now, now, widdle man,” she said, walking over to him as he sat there, feeling even smaller with her looming above him. “What took you so long? You weren’t being a bad boy up there, were you?”

Stephen shook his head, feeling intimidated into silence by how relatively huge she seemed now. Without any hesitation, his mother began cutting up his ham into bite-sized pieces. When she was done, she left him the fork and took the knife with her to the sink.

He began eating his dinner, one little bite at a time.

His mother returned to the table with a plate of her own and sat down at the head of the table.

After she started eating, Stephen worked up the courage to speak to her. He wanted to understand why she reacted with so little surprise at seeing him looking this young.

“Mommy?” he said, surprising himself by unintentionally calling her that instead of just “Mom.”

“Yes, sweetie?” she asked, setting down her fork and wiping her lips clean with a napkin. “What’s the matter?”

“How old do you think… I mean, how old am I?” he asked, poking at his macaroni.

“Well,” she said. “You’re thirteen, of course. You know that.”

“Of course,” he said, feeling acutely awkward in his pull ups.

“Are you thinking about tomorrow?” she asked.

Stephen had no idea what was supposed to be special about tomorrow, but he nodded anyway.

“I know that being thirteen must make you feel like a big boy now, but you still need to have a babysitter while I’m out on my date.”

“Oh,” he said, understanding what she meant. “Do I really?” The words sounded more whiny than he had intended.

“Yes,” she said. “You do. That shouldn’t be a problem, though. You always love it when our neighbor Jennifer babysits for you. Don’t you?”

Stephen was stunned silent. Jennifer was going to be his babysitter? The girl next door that he was jerking off to earlier today? He started to get hard at the idea of being home alone with his sexy former classmate. Only, now she would be the older girl being paid to watch the young boy he had become. He smiled.

“See?” his mother said after noticing his smile. “You don’t need to be in such a hurry to grow up.”

***

Later that night, but not much later, it was time for Stephen to go to bed.

He protested as she tucked him in, but a big yawn cut him off and put an end to his resistance. He really did feel very tired all of a sudden.

After falling asleep almost immediately, he dreamt of Jennifer. He was back in his old body again and home alone with her. She led him to the upstairs bathroom where a warm bath was waiting for him. With no hesitation, he stripped naked in front of her. Then, he stepped into the water and submerged himself completely to wet his hair. She proceeded to shampoo him as he felt himself getting excited by her gentle touch. Once she rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, she started to scrub the rest of his body with soap. When she reached his crotch she discovered his rock hard cock.

“Oh my,” she said, speaking for the first time in the dream. “Is my widdle baby horny?”

Stephen nodded and did not even try to hide it when he glanced at her chest.

“Let me help you with that,” Jennifer said and turned around to grab a tube of cream from the sink and squeezed some onto her palm. Stephen recognized the tube as his mother’s age regression cream.

Jennifer lowered her lubricated hand into the water and gripped his cock. As she began jerking him off, he had to fight to keep from coming immediately. He wanted the experience to last as long as possible.

As she worked his shaft, he started to notice changes happening to both of them. His body was thinning down and getting smaller, losing hair and muscle mass. She was getting smaller as well, looking more like a young teen than a young adult, her breasts slowly deflating as she kept up the handjob.

Then, just as he felt himself having regressed to the dawn of his pubescence, he felt an orgasm kick off, pulsing waves of pleasure through his body as his little cock spurted out pathetic little jets of cum into the soapy bathtub water.

Jennifer giggled like a naughty child as she watched him writhe in pleasure.

“Someone’s enjoying their bathtime,” she said. “What a happy baby!”

As the orgasm calmed down, Stephen floated there in the warm water, feeling the tub growing larger around him, he imagined himself reentering a womb, Jennifer’s womb. Then, his head went under.

***

Stephen awoke the next morning with the lingering sensation of wet warmth still on his mind. After a few seconds passed, allowing him to recognize that it was morning now and he was in his bedroom lying on his bed, he realized that he still felt the warm wetness in one place, around his crotch and ass. He reached down and felt the padded pull ups he was wearing and realized that he must have just pissed in them before waking up.

He sighed, realizing that he had only just started his day and now he had some cleaning up to do. After sitting up and feeling his skin sliding against the damp padding of his pull ups, his head cleared, and he remembered that his mother was around. Maybe he could get her to change him. The idea excited him, and he decided to get out of bed and seek her out.

“Mommy?” he cried, walking down the hallway. “I need you, Mommy.” He had an impulse to suck his thumb all of a sudden, but he restrained himself as he was aware that plugging his mouth would make it harder to call for assistance.

“Is that my widdle baby?” his mother replied from her room down the hallway.

Stephen hurried to her door and found her inside, pulling up her jeans to get ready to start the day.

“Mommy,” he said. “I had an accident.” He felt a touch of shame in his voice, but he was nevertheless enjoying the experience of coming to her for help after having wet himself.

“Oh, dear,” she said, after zipping up and turning to face him. “Well, let’s get you out of that messy diapoo.”

Stephen waited as she gathered up her diaper-changing supplies, wondering what was going through her head. To her, there was nothing unusual about cleaning up after an incontinent middle-school boy. In her mind, he was as much of a baby now as he had been years ago. Was this true for everyone his age, or was he a special case? He considered asking her, but the cooling dampness in his diaper distracted him.

His mother laid out a changing blanket and said, “Come here, baby, and lay down.”

He walked over to her and did as she said. On his back, he waited as she pulled down his pajama bottoms. Then, she eased his pull ups down his hips, taking care not to spread the mess he had made.

“Just number one,” she said, relieved. “Won’t be more than a minute to get you freshened up.”

The coolness of a wet wipe made him wince as it made contact with his crotch. Had it been a little warmer, he might have taken some pleasure in her touching him there. The fact that she had her hand down there at his age made him curious about the state of the world, again.

“Mommy?” he asked.

“Yes, dear?” she replied, as she dried him off.

“Am I a baby?”

She paused and looked at him, uncertainly.

“You’re a big boy,” she said, not sounding entirely confident in the assertion.

“Do big boys wear pull ups?”

“They do if they need them, and it’s no shame to need them. You hear me?”

Stephen nodded, but he felt just as unsure as he had been before asking about his status.

His mother turned her attention back to his naked crotch and produced a new pair of pull ups from a package. She directed his feet into the leg holes and slid them up his legs, lifting up his butt slightly to pull the pull ups all the way into place. With him covered up again, she stood up.

“Now,” she said. “Can you be a big boy and get yourself dressed, all by yourself?”

Stephen sat up and nodded.

“Good,” she said. “Come downstairs for breakfast when you’re ready.”

She left to dispose of the soiled pull ups, and Stephen sat there a while, just trying to take it all in. Then, he stood up and returned to his bedroom.

***

Stephen got dressed. First, he took a minute to choose what to wear over his pull ups, feeling as though he was getting ready for a date. Clearly, memories of the dream with Jennifer were still on his mind. He opted for a Paw-Patrol-themed outfit with a red shirt with the puppies on it and a pair of jean shorts that included the logo for the show. Today felt as though it would require an adventurous mindset, and the pups were the right theming for the job. He had a babysitter coming to amuse him, and he needed some courage to go through with what his impulses were sure to demand.

He paused a moment to look at the tube of regression cream. Should he keep it with him? He wondered. As much as he might like having it available downstairs, he decided to leave it safely in his room, figuring that it would be too big to fit comfortably in his pocket. Besides, it would be best if he held off on using it again until he was back here in a private place. He even took the precaution of storing it safely away in a desk drawer. After indulging in a moment of big-boy pride for having demonstrated so much self-control and forethought, he felt ready to face his first morning as a babyish boy. He hurried downstairs to breakfast.

The scent of frying bacon and waffles led him to the kitchen where he found his mother just finishing up at the stove.

“You’re just in time, baby,” she said. “Go take a seat.”

Stephen sat in his regular chair and experienced a moment of disappointment when he realized his feet still touched the ground. His mother walked over and set a plate of waffles and bacon in front of him on the table. Then, she began cutting up his waffles. When she was content that he would have no need for a knife, she added some strawberries and blueberries to the side of his plate before drenching the waffle pieces in maple syrup.

“There you go, sweetie,” she said.

“Thank you!” Stephen said, accepting the fork from her. His mouth watering, he dug in.

His mother collected her own meal and joined him at the table a short while later. He was already half-done by the time she began eating.

In between bites, she dabbed her lips dry on a napkin and said, “Stephen, I wanted to talk with you for a moment about the babysitter today.”

He swallowed and said, “Oh?”

“I know that you have been doing better with keeping dry lately, but you did need a changing this morning.”

“I’m okay,” Stephen said. “I’m a big boy, Mommy.”

“Yes,” she said, placatingly. “You are getting there, my little man. Still, I think we might want to put you in a proper diaper while Jennifer is here, just to make sure that we contain any big accidents you might have.”

“What?” Stephen said. On one hand, he felt a bit annoyed to be treated as though he lacked control. On the other hand, he liked the idea of Jennifer seeing him in a diaper. “I dunno.”

“Jennifer can change you either way, of course, but it might be easier on her to give you all the protection we can.”

Stephen considered a response, trying to find a middle ground. “How about I wear my pull ups, but she can put me in a diapoo if she wants?”

His mother nodded and took another bite of her food. After she swallowed it, she replied, “Very well. You’ve got your chance to be a big boy for her, but no crying if she says it's diapoo time. Understand?”

“Okay,” Stephen said, scraping his plate clean with his fork.

***

Anticipation has a way of making time drag on. Stephen’s eyes kept turning to the partially broken cuckoo clock in the living room as he tried to occupy himself with toys. The cuckoo itself no longer appeared, but the clock ticked on, slowly. Every time he thought at least a half an hour had passed, he would check the clock, only to be disappointed to discover that somehow only five minutes had elapsed since he last checked.

The toys he had to play with were not much of a diversion. He had wooden blocks he could stack and knock over to stack again. He had a wooden train set and tracks that he rearranged and traveled around in circles for a while, dropping off passengers and picking them up again. Stuffed animals were put through several pretend scenarios, some of which involved the planning of lewd interactions with his babysitter. Eventually, he begged his mother for some TV time, which she finally acquiesced to when he began following her around continuously.

Stephen’s viewing options were limited, but he did find some surprises. Paw Patrol kept his attention, and he felt he had made a decent choice of outfit for the day. Bluey was unexpectedly entertaining, even compared to adult TV shows. Then, there was Ben 10, which he had watched years ago. However, there were some notable differences to the version he found now. Ben was nearly the same physical age Stephen was, and, like Stephen, Ben was now dressed like an oversized toddler. His adventures were the same, but he now traveled around in pull ups and sucked on a pacifier during quiet moments. It made Stephen wonder how much else had changed about his world due to the effects of the cream. Considering that he was planning on using it again later, it made him worry a little about what the consequences might be, not enough to stop him from chasing his desires, though. Still, he was somewhat troubled now.

When his mother began preparing for her date, Stephen was abuzz with nervous energy. Whatever was about to happen, good or bad, it was sure to be exciting.

***

Stephen was standing in the hall, waiting, when Jennifer rang the doorbell. He pulled the door open seconds later, fast enough to put a surprised look on her face when he appeared in front of her with a look of lusty anticipation on his face.

Her outfit excited him. The tight tank top she wore left just a hint of her belly visible above her bike shorts, her legs left bare all the way down to the simple pair of sandals on her feet. It was a far more revealing outfit than most would consider appropriate for a babysitter. However, the warm breeze which blew in provided a good excuse for why she was dressed as though she were heading for the beach. Stephen liked this look even more than her workout clothes.

“Hi,” Jennifer said, giving him a friendly little wave and a smile. “How are you doing, little guy?”

Stephen was too dumbstruck by the sight of her to reply. He just stood there, staring at her with his hand gripping the door knob.

After an awkward moment of silence, she asked, “May I… come in?”

Realizing how he had been leering at her, Stephen blushed and stepped out of her way.

“Thank you,” she said, entering the house, as he gazed up at her, marveling at the relative size of her compared to him now.

He shut the door behind her and stood with his back leaning against it.

“Jennifer?” Stephen’s mother called from upstairs. “Is that you?”

“Yes,” Jennifer called back. “I’m here.”

“Be down in a minute,” his mother replied.

Jennifer reached into the bag she had slung over her shoulder and pulled out her phone to check messages as she waited.

Stephen walked around her, keeping his distance, as though she were a dangerous wild animal that he did not want to provoke. He took a seat in the living room and tried to calm himself down.

Footsteps on the stairs drew their attention to Stephen’s mother descending towards them. She wore high heels and a short dress with a plunging neckline. Stephen was stunned by how tall she seemed and how good she looked all dressed up and in full makeup.

The two women discussed Stephen for a minute, talking about him as if he were not even there. Then, a car horn alerted Stephen’s mother that her date had arrived. She gave him a brief hug, pressing her breasts against his face, and hurried out the front door to her romantic evening, leaving Stephen alone with Jennifer to indulge in his own romantic desires.

***

Stephen did not last long. Within half an hour of his mother leaving, Stephen was already feeling uncomfortably horny around his babysitter. She tried her best to split her attention between him and her phone, giving him the smaller share by far, just enough to make sure he was not in mortal peril but no more. His attention was totally focused on her. As much as he tried to play with his toys, he only really wanted to play with himself, thinking of her. Had it not been for his padded pull ups, she might have noticed his rock-hard stiffy, begging for his touch. He asked for permission to play in his bedroom. When she consented, he loudly ran up the stairs and quietly tip-toed back down them until he could peek at her from above. Feeling confident that she was unaware of him secretly gazing at her, he dropped his shorts and pull ups and pulled out the youth cream tube. Applying a liberal amount of the cream on his palm, he got to work.

There was so much about the situation that excited him. Pleasuring himself as he gazed at his babysitter just a room away from him felt so perverted, so naughty, and he really enjoyed feeling like a naughty little boy. That she was sitting there, totally unaware that he was getting off on her made it even better. How could she suspect that a little boy like him would be lusting after her like a grown man? He wanted to touch her and to feel her touch him as he was touching himself. Then, on top of all his feelings for her, he could sense the magic of the cream working on his body.

That shrinking sensation had returned. Inches and pounds melted away as his years gradually reduced. He went from a teen to a tween, all signs of maturity fading away, leading to a sense of urgency that, if he did not finish soon, then he would soon be physically too young to be capable of doing it.

His pounding little fist accelerated, pushing his pleasure as far as it would go. Then, just before it was too late, his body tensed and ticked over into the youngest orgasm he had ever experienced. It was like his first time, only more intense, overpowering his mind, as that mature pleasure flooded a body that continued to regress, even as his diminishing cock continued spurting out skinny ropes of cum onto his chest and hand, his own cream mixing with the regression cream. As silent as he had tried to be, he could not help but let out a gasp and a whimper of uncontrollable joy. His mind went blank, and his body went limp. He slumped onto the stairs, in a state of pure ecstacy. He lay on the steps, totally spent, just enjoying the afterglow of his orgasmic regression.

“Stephen?”

His foggy mind recognized Jennifer's voice, but he felt no concern about it. His babysitter seemed so distant to him, and he was unafraid of anything she might do to him now. He had visited paradise and nothing could ruin that experience now. Dimly, he was aware of her footsteps climbing the stairs to him.

“Stephen!”

She sounded worried now, but he just lay there, totally at ease.

“What happened?” she asked. “Why did you take off your diaper? What’s that on your hand?” She wiped his messy hand with her own.

He snort-laughed, imagining Jennifer’s reaction if she knew what those creamy substances really were.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He nodded, weakly.

“Come on,” she said, taking him by the hand and standing him up. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Put a fresh diaper on you.”

Jennifer led him down the stairs while Stephen’s attention was focused on the relative sizes of their hands, his own feeling fully encompassed by hers. When they were both on level flooring at the foot of the stairs, he was able to appreciate how small he had become, standing just below eye-level with her breasts.

She left him standing at the entrance to the living room and went to gather up her diaper-changing gear, laying out a blanket on the floor and waving him over to it. As he lay down on the blanket, she knelt down beside him. With her that close, he noticed that her face seemed to be changing. Her features were rounding out, beginning to appear more childish. He saw that her hand was still slick with the mixture of creamy substances she had wiped off of him. To his disappointment, he saw her breasts beginning to deflate. She was regressing just like he was.

“No,” Stephen moaned, wishing that she could be a mommy to him. “Bigger,” he cried, grabbing her hand.

A sudden static shock startled both of them, and he jerked his hand away from hers. She looked at her own hand and shook it slightly as if to lessen the pain of the shock.

“Ow,” Jennifer said. “What was that?”

Amazed, Stephen watched as her regression halted and reversed, beginning to show signs of increasing maturity again. Her flattened breasts swelled larger as her ass and hips expanded and her limbs lengthened. Gradually, it appeared that she was taking on more matronly proportions. She showed no indication that she had noticed her own growth, having turned her attention back to wiping him clean and preparing a fresh diaper for him to wear.

Stephen wondered what was causing this backwards effect from the cream. Had the static shock altered the magic in some way? Did it grant his wish somehow? So much of what the cream had done to him and his life made little sense. Why start questioning the logic of it now?

“What the…?” Jennifer asked, sounding alarmed.

At last, she had noticed her swelling tits as they stretched her tank top to its limits. She looked behind herself, eyes going wide as she discovered her enormous backside just before her overstressed bike shorts and underwear ripped apart.

“How is this…?” she started to ask but then her top and bra tore open, allowing her breasts to bounce free. She winced and gently cupped her tits. “So… stiff… sore…” Each tit had grown bigger than a basketball with nipples the size of champagne corks. Seeing drops of liquid forming at the tips, Stephen licked his lips with a sudden craving for milk.

Suddenly, he had hopped up onto his knees and gripped her right tit in his little hands and wrapped his lips around her enormous nipple. She gasped as he began to suck, his mouth filling with the creamy warmth of her breast milk. He moaned in pleasure at the delicious flavor as she moaned in relief at having him reduce some of the pressure from her overfilled mammaries.

He came up for air for a moment and declared, “You taste like Mommy!”

He drank down her milk greedily, feeling her warmth flow down his throat and to fill his belly. All the while, she was gasping and whimpering as if he were pleasuring her. In the middle of this frenzy, Stephen had awareness enough still to recognize the perversion of this moment, him in the body of a boy feeding on his babysitter like a ravenous infant. It felt so wrong and so right all at once, driving him to keep on sucking.

Although he sensed that there was still a lot of milk remaining in her tit, his stomach began to feel full, and his sucking slowed.

Sensing him about to stop, Jennifer cried, “No, keep going. Please!”

Stephen felt another slight static shock through his lips and the pressure on his stomach went away as his belly stretched out to accommodate more liquid. She pulled his head back from her right breast and positioned his mouth on her left nipple, where he began sucking again in earnest. Again, she moaned in delight as he drained the milk that had made her so sore.

“Good,” she said between gasps. “Good baby.”

He came up for air again and corrected his previous declaration. “You taste better than Mommy!”

Stephen's elastic stomach kept on filling with her milk, having a seemingly unlimited capacity now. His belly continued to swell, becoming cartoonishly distended. So much of her milk was sloshing around inside of him that he started to feel like a living container for her fluids, Stephen the milk jug.

Soon, the milk thickened and ran out, and he switched back to her other breast to drain what little remained in it as well.

“Oh my, yes!” she cried as he sucked. Shivers run through her. Then, her muscles stiffened, her body shuddered, her breath halted, and she went limp, having climaxed simply from the sucking of Stephen’s lips.

Stephen finished his meal, wringing every remaining drop from her breast and lapping up any trace of liquid that remained. Satisfied, he stopped and glanced down at his belly, which had expanded to the size of a fleshy beachball below, as if he were pregnant with her milk.

Jennifer moaned, recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm enough now to realize that Stephen had stopped sucking. “Oh my,” she said, sounding woozy from all the pleasure. “Oh my goodness. You little…” She saw the pleasant smirk on his face. “You enjoyed that. Didn’t you? I know I did, you naughty widdle boy.”

Stephen nodded, and let out an enormous burp that kept on going for long enough that he felt out of breath when it was done.

Jennifer noticed his huge belly and chuckled. Then, her attention was drawn lower down.

“Oh my, oh my,” she said with a smirk. “Looks like baby wants his itty bitty bits to be milked as well.”

She was right. Stephen was already getting hard again.

“Let me help you with that.”

With only a finger and thumb, she gently gripped his little pee pee and began lightly stroking his reduced rod. The traces of cream that remained on her hand offered just enough lubrication to smoothly stimulate him. It did not take long for him to finish. His pleasure hit a crescendo, rising up to a peak, then there was a release. His little body tensed as another mind-blowing orgasm washed over him. He was too overwhelmed to notice, but he thought that there had been nothing actually spurting out this time. If anything had been released, it had been so negligibly small as to be barely a drop, easily wiped away by her finger. His body relaxed, feeling absolutely drained of energy. Another enormous burp erupted from him, letting his belly deflate a little.

“Good boy,” Jennifer said, hugging him to her soft breasts and patting his back, eliciting another more average burp from him. “That’s a good one, such a good baby boy.”

Feeling totally safe and at ease in her warm embrace, Stephen shut his eyes and immediately surrendered to a nap.

***

“Stephen?”

He opened his eyes, waking up from what had seemed like a wonderful dream.

“Stephen?”

He recognized his mother’s voice and heard footsteps approaching down the hallway. Then, he became aware of where he was, his bedroom, lit only by a single dim night light, which cast long lines of shadows on the wall as it shone through the bars surrounding him.

“Bars?” he wondered as he examined his bed, which appeared to have been converted into a child-sized crib. He pulled his blanket aside and saw that his swollen belly had deflated down a size to be more in proportion with ordinary baby fat. He was nearly naked, wearing only an oversized diaper, so thick with padding that it had spread his legs wide apart to the point that he doubted he could walk without waddling.

There was a knock on his door, and then after a pause, it opened just enough to let his mother poke her head into the room to see him. The look on her face was not pleased.

“M-mommy?” he said, giving her a weak smile. “How ah you?”

“Mommy is upset,” she said, pushing into his room. “You have been a very naughty boy.” She walked up to his crib and held up something in her hand for him to see.

“Oh!” he said, after looking closely enough in the dim light to recognize the tube of youth cream, which was now flattened nearly empty. He must have dropped it on the stairs the last time he had used it. “Uh oh!”

“Somebody’s in trouble,” she said. “Stealing from Mommy is a big no-no.” She rested her hands on the crib and leaned forward. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Stephen’s eyes drifted down from her face to her chest, which had swollen to be as big as Jennifer’s. His widdle pee pee began to stiffen up again as he licked his lips and replied, “I’m thirsty.”