Sweet Celia: Candy Addict (Commission)

Commissioned by randomguy93.

Chapter 3

Tom looked at the peppermint candies in his palm. His mouth watered. He nearly popped both into his mouth, but he managed to summon up enough willpower to grab his own wrist with his other hand. In the struggle that followed between his common sense and his new candy addiction, he dropped the candies on the crushed gravel path.

Although Tom felt the impulse to pick them up, he forced himself to walk away, fully intending to leave them behind in the park. Unfortunately, he only made it a few steps before he felt an irresistible pull draw him back to the discarded sweets. Despite wanting nothing more than to be rid of them, he stooped down and plucked Celia’s candies from the path and gently brushed away every little grain of sand on them.

“Put them in your pocket,” he ordered himself. “To keep them safe until you get home,” he added, hoping to buy himself some time to take control of his impulses while he walked home. After all, if they were being kept safe, they were not being eaten.

His hand did as he told it this time, slipping the peppermints into his pocket. Having won that reprieve, he walked home, trying to reason with himself as he went.

***

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, Tom refused to believe his own eyes. The teen boy in the mirror seemed so young, too young even for 16. From the perspective of the 28-year-old man he had been, his youthful face was barely more than a child’s now.

After entering the house he had checked with his parents, wanting to know if they saw any difference in his appearance, hoping that he might be able to get their help in returning to normal. However, as Celia had said, they saw nothing unusual and were just confused by the question. To them, 16 years was his normal age. Tom did not doubt that everyone else would see him the same way.

“What am I going to do?” he asked, disliking the sound of his croaky puberty voice.

Tom’s hand rubbed over his pocket, feeling the shape of the candies inside.

“Don’t,” he begged himself.

His hand pulled out one peppermint candy. He tried to clamp his mouth shut, but there was no avoiding this now. His fingers shoved the candy through his pursed lips, and as soon as it hit his tongue, it was all over.

He moaned in orgasmic ecstasy. The taste of it. Otherworldly. He sucked on the candy, greedily, desperate to extract every ounce of flavor from it right now. The power of it overtook him, and he felt the peppermint soak into his body, filling him, changing him.

He shrank. As small and young as he had felt before, he felt himself losing even more size and age, his height stripped away in sudden spurts. The already large clothes he wore hung even more loosely from him as his body dwindled away. His skin tingled and softened as hair disappeared from it. He felt his throat tighten and shrink, flattening away his Adam’s apple, while a pulling sensation in his crotch alerted him to a tender reversal of his pubic development.

He munched on the remainder of the candy, swallowing down what was left. Once it was all gone, the changes slowed to a halt. He let out a final weak moan, his voice lacking any sign of manliness now.

Tom gazed down at his body, holding up his hands. They looked so soft and weak, so childish. His shorts started slipping down his narrow hips, but he grabbed them to hold them up. He was reluctant to look in the mirror, but he had to see his face now. He looked and gasped, finding the reflection of an anxious boy looking back at him.

“No way,” he said, trying to deny what he saw, but the voice he heard was that of a child. “I can’t have been this young looking at 14.” He had been a late bloomer, but he thought he had been more mature than this when starting high school. He let his grip on his shorts go, and felt them slip down his legs, taking his underwear with them. Fortunately, his shirt hung low enough to cover his crotch.

It was a terrible situation, and there was still one candy left, still more years to lose.

Tom shook his head, feeling as though he might cry. “No more,” he pleaded. “Throw it out the window. Flush it down the toilet. Just, don’t eat it.”

After a moment of hesitation, just long enough for him to hope that he had escaped his fate. He crouched down, rummaged through his shorts, retrieved the peppermint candy, and stood up. He glared at the candy in his palm and sighed. “Fine,” he said. “Let’s get it over with.”

Tom slipped the candy into his mouth and allowed himself to fully savor the taste of it. It was incredible and terrible. Soon, he felt it begin to transform him as the other candies had done. His already diminished body, lost even more size and years. He sensed himself becoming less solid, losing any remaining muscle tone as the remnants of baby fat returned beneath his smooth, soft skin.

As the months of childhood growth disappeared from him, he kept hoping that it would end soon, that he was done getting smaller, but it continued relentlessly. Seeing the futility of fighting it, he surrendered to feeling increasingly powerless, helpless, and weak.

Then, it stopped.

Tom was so short now that he could only see his face in the mirror. As childish as he had thought he had appeared at 14, he looked so young now as to be almost unrecognizable, just a little boy, barely old enough for middle school.

He felt like crying, but he knew that he would only feel worse after sobbing like a child. So, he held it together, gathered up his shorts, and walked back to his room, wearing his t-shirt like a tunic.

As he had expected, his bedroom had transformed to fit his younger body. Toys and cartoon characters had taken over. He checked his dresser drawers to find that most of his clothes were also now covered in childish images. Not wanting to wander around in only an oversized t-shirt, he selected a pair of tighty-whities from his underwear drawer and pulled them up under his shirt so as to avoid looking at his bare crotch. Then, he pulled off the too-large shirt and slipped on a child-sized t-shirt with the logo of the local basketball team on it. Finally, he found a pair of jeans, and pulled them on.

Dressed now in clothes that fit his young body, Tom felt better, somewhat less vulnerable. However, he realized he had just let go of the last trace of his adulthood. In fact, when he checked the floor to look at his old t-shirt, he discovered that it had disappeared while he was looking away. He checked the bathroom as well, finding no shorts left in there. His old life was gone, completely.

***

Tom spent the majority of the day, hiding out in his room, reluctant to accept how much he had changed. He barely spoke a word, not wanting to hear the silly little kid voice he was stuck with. Mostly, he lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, pretending that his body had not changed, that he was still an adult.

The doorbell rang.

“Tom!” his mother called to him. “Could you get the door? That should be your babysitter.”

He sighed. Then, he left his room and crept down the tall stairs, taking them one at a time with slow, careful steps. He was dawdling, of course. He knew who would be waiting for him outside, and he wanted to delay seeing her again as long as he could.

The doorbell rang again, and he sighed once more. Then, he opened the door.

“Hello, Tommy,” Celia said, smiling down at him. “So nice to see you. We’re going to have so much fun together tonight.”