Diapers and Debts
By: Chrystal Wynd
AR (age regression), diapers

Part 1

"Jenna," said Max, "I'm here to collect."

I rolled my eyes. "Max," I said, "I know you want the five hundred dollars back that I borrowed on the gambling cruise, but I don't have it yet, okay?"

"I know, Jenna," said Max. "So you keep saying, but fine. In fact, I can live without the money. I'm here to collect the other thing."

"What other thing?"

"You know what other thing," said Max. "You promised me up and down you'd give me a blowjob if you didn't pay back the money when you said you would."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I said that," I said. "So?"

"So I'm here to collect that blowjob," said Max.

"Very funny," I said.

"I'm not kidding," said Max. "You promised. Several times, in fact."

I shrugged again. "Yeah, I did," I said. "I needed the money. It worked, didn't it?"

"You got the money, if that's what you mean," said Max. "But you haven't paid me back a single dime. So, I'd at least like to get that blowjob."

"I'm not going to blow you, Max," I said. "Yeah, I said it, but I was just kidding."

"No, you weren't," said Max. "My sister was there, remember? And she warned you at the time that you better not try to back out."

I laughed. "Yes, I remember," I said. "Your sister also thinks she's a witch, remember? Somehow her little warnings just don't scare me."

"You're twenty-two years old, Jenna," said Max, shaking his head. "You don't work, you don't go to school, you just use people to get what you want. When are you going to learn to pay your debts properly?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

Max shook his head once more and walked away.

*****

It was two days later when Max's sister Lexie found me at the spa.

"How about that," said Lexie, looking down at me as I relaxed in the warm whirlpool. "Isn't a spa day a bit expensive for a girl who can't pay her debts?"

"What can I say?" I said, warm water trailing over my bare shoulders. "I like nice things."

"Taking advantage of my brother like that isn't very nice, you know," said Lexie. "You could at least give him the blowjob you promised."

"I could do lots of things," I said. "That doesn't mean I'm going to."

"You're sure this is the course of action you want to take, Jenna?"

"You can go now, Lexie," I said, waving my fingers in a brush-off manner. "We're done here."

"Fine," said Lexie, reaching into her purse and taking out a stoppered bottle. "Your choice."

I raised my eyebrows. "You're going to drink something at me?"

"Not at all, Jenna," said Lexie. She closed her eyes and chanted softly for several seconds. When she opened her eyes again, they were completely black. "It's all for you."

Then she dumped the contents into the whirlpool.

I gasped and tried to scramble out of the whirlpool, but it was too late. The contents swirled over me. Then, realizing nothing had happened, I relaxed and my heartbeat slowed to normal. Determined not to let Lexie know she had gotten to me, I made a show of settling back into the whirlpool.

"Nice," I said. "Is it perfumed?"

Lexie smiled. "I'll be going now," she said. "Just a quick word of advice. You may want to leave a key under the mat in front of your apartment. Probably before tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I'll be sure to do that."

Lexie gave me a finger-wave and strolled out the door.

*****

By the time I got home, I wasn't feeling good. I doubted it was from Lexie's stupid 'potion' or whatever it was she had dumped in the whirlpool, though. More likely the whirlpool was over-chlorinated. I took two aspirin, stripped down to panties and a tee-shirt and lay down.

I didn't really feel any better when I woke up, but I *was* feeling something else. Namely, aroused as hell.

It was a strange sensation. I could feel the hormones racing through me. I was covered with perspiration. My hips were wriggling unconsciously. My belly muscles were twitching. I needed some serious release or I was going to explode.

I was too over-heated. I had to do something.

I let my fingers slide over my belly and down between my legs. They found my button and a moment later, my knees parted. Then I worked my over-lubricated pussy with unexpected heat.

My hips bucked and my belly muscles jumped liked crazy as I worked myself through a series of rapid orgasms. I caught my breath, then did it again.

Finally, I lay back on my pillow, exhausted. I was covered with sweat, but I had worked through the worst of the arousal. My heartbeat was just slowing to normal as I faded back to sleep.

*****

Two hours later, I awoke.

I still didn't feel great, but I wasn't as over-heated as I had been earlier. I threw the covers to the side and got out of bed. As I padded toward the bathroom, though, I paused. Something didn't feel right. At all.

I couldn't place it. My bedroom looked the same, but different. Everything was where it should be, but it still looked like a different room. What the hell?

I gave up and resumed walking to the bathroom. I still didn't feel good, and that was quite possibly the reason for everything seeming so odd. A couple more aspirin or perhaps some flu medication was possibly in order. My earlier heat may have simply been a fever.

I turned on the bathroom light and looked in the mirror. That's when I stifled a scream.

I looked like a twelve-year-old girl.

*****

I fell back from the mirror, heart pounding.

I was swimming in the over-sized tee-shirt I was wearing. My boobs had shrunk to little nubs and my wide, rounded hips had recessed until they were the same width as my waist. I had lost my curves. My face was that of a girl just beginning puberty. My hair was straight, reaching just past my shoulders. I was a skinny pre-adolescent.

What the hell had happened?

I forced myself to calm down. I had to focus on basics. Like the fact that I still had to pee.

I raised the hem of the tee-shirt and sat down. My cheeks colored as I realized I my pubic hair was embarrassingly sparse. It was further proof of what I had already suspected...that I had somehow regressed in age while I was sleeping.

I finished and washed my hands. Then I took a hot shower to give myself time to think.

What the hell had happened? Was this truly Lexie's work? And what the hell was I going to do? I couldn't just walk into a doctor's office and say, "Excuse me...could you grow me back into adulthood, please? And will my insurance cover that?" Hell, if I did that, I'd likely end up sent directly to social services and given a battery of psychiatric tests. They'd never believe a witch did this to me. Okay, yes, this was Chrystal Heights and weird things happen here all the time, but still...!

I was a bit calmer as I dried off following my shower, but only a bit. I was still a bit wigged out. Also, I still didn't feel good. In fact, I was exhausted. Of course, that was likely a product of my body's cells breaking down and re-forming themselves as younger cells, along with my bones structure shifting and devolving, but that was only a guess. Regardless of the reason, and regardless of whatever I decided to do about this situation, it was all going to have to wait until after I slept some more.

I dragged my skinny twelve-year-old body back to bed, grabbed my stuffed teddy bear and squeezed it to my body as I faded back to sleep.

*****

I woke up a few hours later, now a bit calmer and prepared to address the problem of my returned pre-adolescence. In fact, I knew what I was going to do. I was going to have to call Max and promise him another blowjob. Hell...it had worked once, right? He was a guy. This would be easy.

Not that I planned to give him this blowjob either, of course. But I definitely needed to sound sincere and I definitely knew enough to make sure his weird sister didn't catch me in a hot tub this time.

I sat up and was about to throw off the covers, but I stopped. Something was wrong. The room was...huge!

I looked around me. Everything was so *big*. Furniture that had been cute and lively was now big and blocky. Shadows were everywhere. My queen-sized bed was so wide now, I thought it was two king-size mattresses side-by-side. The end of the bed extended far past the little bumps in the cover where my feet were. The bathroom was so far away.

Heart pounding, I slowly pushed the covers off.

It was as bad as I feared. The only thing visible beneath the hem of my long tee-shirt was my little toes.

I had regressed further. Somehow, someway, whatever Lexie had put in my whirlpool was making me younger and younger.

I scooted to the edge of the bed. It was such a long way down. I took a deep breath and slid off the edge. I landed okay, but both feet caught the front hem of my adult tee-shirt, causing me to fall forward.

I got back to my feet, grumbling. Then I pattered off to the bathroom on my little bare feet.

Pulse racing, I realized things were getting bad. My little bedroom bathroom wasn't so small anymore. My eyes barely reached the level of the sink. I couldn't even see the medicine cabinet mirror. I had to climb up onto the toilet to use it, and my feet dangled as I did so.

I couldn't even reach the faucet to wash my hands.

I needed a mirror. I had to know how bad it was. I couldn't use the bathroom mirror, but I had a full-length mirror next to my bedroom door. That would let me see exactly where I stood. Throat tight, I waddled out of the bathroom and made the long walk to the big mirror.

I stopped just before I got to the mirror and struggled out of the oversized tee-shirt I was in. Finally, I took a deep breath and stepped in front of the reflective glass.

It was as bad as I feared. The little girl staring back at me was, at most, six years old. The cute, bewildered look on her face would have been adorable had I not known the little girl was me.

My belly knotted. I had to call Max now. If I waited much longer, I might not be able to dial the phone.

*****

I walked to my nightstand. I had to reach up to get my cell phone. My sleek, chic cell phone felt like a brick in my small hands. I had to hold it with both hands to make sure I didn't drop it.

I found Max's number and hit the dial button. I waited with bated breath.

No answer. Just the recording. Fine. I'd leave a message.

"Maxth!" I said, giggling. "I'mmmmm thmall! Don't wanna be thmall. You gotta fixth meeee!"

I stopped, blinking. What the hell was I saying?

I pushed the disconnect button. Where the hell did that little girl prattle come from?

I put the phone back on the nightstand. I couldn't afford to worry about it at the moment. I just couldn't.

Then it occurred to me that I was running around my room naked. Great. I'd been a little girl for an hour and I was already acting like a little kid.

I waddled to my dresser and tugged on my tee-shirt drawer with all my strength. Slowly the drawer slid out until finally there was enough opening for me to slip a hand inside. I grabbed the shirt on top and pulled it out.

It was a struggle putting it on. I just wasn't as coordinated as I was used to being. Even putting on a stupid tee-shirt was a lot of work. But I wasn't going to let Lexie win.

My head finally popped out and I managed to get my arms into the sleeves. I looked like a waif in the too-big tee hanging down to my knees, but at least I wasn't running around like a little wood nymph.

That done, the next order of business was something to eat.

This wasn't going to be easy. I certainly couldn't cook anything, but all cookies and crackers were well out of reach in the pantry. Still, I figured I could get something from the refrigerator.

Except I couldn't open the refrigerator door.

I pulled and tugged, but it held tight. I clenched my teeth in frustration and pulled as hard as I could, but the stupid door wouldn't open.

Then I remembered something and I scooted out to the living room.

And there it was, right where I had left it...a bar of chocolate. Perfect!

Getting the chocolate bar unwrapped wasn't easy. My fingers just weren't working right. But I finally managed to tear the paper off. It smelled so good!

Then I took a bite and my eyes widened in amazement. It wasn't just the sweet taste of chocolate that I was used to. It was an incredible explosion of chocolaty goodness in my mouth. I didn't just taste it on my tongue. My whole mouth filled with the heavenly flavor. My eyes closed in dreamy pleasure as I ravaged the rest of the chocolate bar.

I finally pulled myself up onto the couch and used the remote to turn on the television. I sat back to do some thinking.

Somehow I was regressing. I had no idea how young I was going to get. I had to figure out what I was going to-

Oh, cartoons!

I giggled at the antics of the animated cat and mouse. They were so funny!

Oh, no...commercial. Oh, wait...there were pretty ponies on the commercial! I hugged the remote to myself. I wanted a pony sooooo bad...

The television suddenly cut off. I had inadvertently pressed the off button when I hugged the remote. I threw the remote away from me and sat back, heart pounding, cheeks red. I had gotten completely caught up in a cartoon.

What the hell was I going to do?!

Then I remembered Lexie, smirking as she left the whirlpool...suggesting I leave a key under the door mat.

Grrrrrrr.

I struggled off the couch and fell on my rear end. I got back to my feet, then walked over to where my purse was sitting on an end table next to the front door.

I pulled the purse from the table, but it was too big for me to hold and I fell over backwards. I sat up and put the huge purse between my legs. Then I dug around until my little fingers finally found my keychain with my house key.

I tried to take the key off the ring, but quickly realized I couldn't. I stood up then and walked to the doorknob. Then I realized my next problem.

I couldn't reach the deadbolt.

I stomped my little bare foot, but that didn't help. Finally I walked to the dining room and grabbed one of the chairs. I pulled the chair and it slid a short distance. I pulled again and again it slid a short distance.

I stomped my foot again. This was going to take forever. But it had to be done.

Eventually I managed to pull the chair allllllll the way to the door. I was so tired. But I had done it.

I climbed onto the chair and stood on my tippie-toes, stretching. I managed to open the deadbolt and undo the chain. Then I climbed down from the chair and pulled the chair away from the door.

I looked both ways and didn't see anybody, so I popped out quickly and stuck the keychain under the mat. Then I scooted back inside and quickly locked the door. Finally, I dragged myself back to the couch.

It had been a long ordeal and now I was exhausted. I knew I was seconds away from falling into another deep sleep. The last two times I went to sleep, I had woken several years younger than when I had fallen asleep. I was barely a six year old at the moment. If the same pattern held, I was not going to be very happy when I woke up.

At least Lexie would be here later to fix me. With that thought in mind, I dropped into a heavy, youthful slumber.

NEXT: Part 2

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