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by Trash Mouse

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© Copyright 2009 - Trash Mouse - Used by permission

Storycodes: M/f; furry; magic; transform; age regression; cons; X

"Are you sure about this?" John asked, a look of concern in the raccoon's masked eyes. He held the charm in his hand, running the chain through his fingers but not touching the small trinket that hung from it.

"I'm perfectly sure," I told him as I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. He kissed my cheek and slipping his arm around my back, pulling me closer to him until we were pressed together. "I have the week off, all my bills are paid and Sylvia will take care of my cat. I am sure about this. Of course it is your choice. I'm not going to force you to do anything."

He smiled and nodded his head. "I'll do it for you, besides I think it will be fun. Are you sure this will work? It's magic, you know how unpredictable that is."

I returned his smile and pulled slightly from him. "I spent a long time trying to find a reputable mage and paid a lot for a spell, it will work exactly as it should." I took the charm from him and held it my hands. The trinket was a small baby boot made from silver. In the right light it seemed to glow with magic.

John smiled a bit and took it from me, undoing the clap. Leaning in he gave me a firm kiss as his hands reached around my neck, closing the clap as our tongues met in his muzzle. I felt a charge run down my body, my fur standing on end as it danced over my spine all the way down to the tip of my tail. I shivered softly and broke the kiss. "That felt nice," I said.

He stroked a hand over my arm, flattening down the fur, than casually walked his fingers up over my shirt to tug gently at the collar. "You know, you shouldn't be wearing clothing for this, they really wouldn't fit."

Tilting my head to the side I gave him a smile. "You just want to fuck me before its too late," I teased, reaching out to run my hands over his sides and grabbing at his shirt.

"I always want to fuck you," he admitted, reaching down to grab my shirt and pull it over my head. I allowed him to do so, holding my arms high over my head and thrusting my chest out in the process. He threw my shirt to the side then kissed me again, his arms slipping around my back to unfasten my bra. With a few deft twists of his hands he had it pulled off my arms, leaving my breasts bouncing free.

I grabbed his hands and pulled them down to my breasts, feeling the warmth of them press against my nipples, which responded by growing hard, poking at his palms. John started to rub over my soft flesh, his bushy tail swinging behind his rear. While he was rubbing me I reached down and undid his belt, button and zipper, pulling his pants and his briefs down his legs allowing his penis to pop free, the blood already rushing to it and causing it to rise.

He leaned back, pulling his hands free and shucked off his shirt in one move, throwing it to the side. He then leaned forward, took one nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it as he reached down to pull my pants down over my hips. Once they were free he pulled my panties down and slipped a finger into my sex.

I let out a soft cry as his finger entered me; I was already aroused from the potential of the change, but his touch just made it grow that much more, my wetness starting to spread over his finger. I reached down and rubbed the top of his head, teasing his ears and hair.

He reached around with his other hand and stroked along the fur at the base of my tail. I let out another cry, tensing softly and moaning.

"Do that again," I said.

John did as I asked, teasing his fingers back over the base of my tail, stroking where my fur ended and the skin of my tail started. I tensed up for a moment, my arousal jumping up a couple more notches as I felt a jolt of power run over my body. "Oh! It's starting," I cried out, kissing the top of his head.

He pulled away from me, looking me over with a smile. "You look good still," he said then pulled me into his arms, kissing me firmly, a kiss that I returned without much thought. As we kissed he reached down and scooped me up in his arms, not hard for him, a raccoon picking up a mouse, and carried me into the bedroom.

I wrapped my legs around him, holding myself close to him as we walked and kissed. I flicked my tail down to tease over the head of his shaft, using the very tip of my tail to tease at the piss-slit of his cock. His precum was slick and allowed me to slip slightly into him which brought out a gasp around my tongue.

My boyfriend broke the kiss and threw me down onto the bed, a smile on his face as he looked me over. While he was looking at me I gave him a knowing smile and causally spread my legs, a hand slipping down to pull open the folds of my cunny.

"You look twenty-five," he said, walking over to me and climbing onto the bed, his body straddling mine, his cock bouncing against his belly. Bending down he kissed me again, his hands reaching up to rub my breasts as he lowered himself on top of me.

I reached down to grab his cock and direct it into my sex, letting out a moan around his tongue as the head pressed my neither lips open. Slowly he slid into me, rubbing my breasts with his warm hands as his cock filled me so perfectly. In fact I was tighter then I had even been with him.

John broke the kiss, taking a deep breath as he started to piston inside of me, trusting eagerly as he pressed down against my body. I pressed back, letting out a gasp with each thrust as his cock head teased deep inside of me. The raccoon growled happily, licking my face and taking his hands from my chest.

"Harder," I gasped, his cock pounding inside of me as I grew tighter around him.

"Yes, hon," he said as he thrusted into me, pushing me back on the bed as he pounded me like I hadn't be pounded in a long time, not since I was twenty-one, which was fine. It made a sexy sort of sense as I was currently twenty-one, and growing younger by the minute. Everything was perfect; it was going to be my first time all over again.

I worked my body against his, teasing and squirming with each trust, teasing him as he worked inside of me. We were both growing near the edge, rushing to the cliff hand in hand. I could feel him grow tense inside of me and I matched him in time. Pulling his head down I kissed him firmly as my body started to shake.

He trust his cock into me, letting out a low cry as his orgasm rushed through him. I could feel his cum pumping into my tight, barely legal, sex. My body responded with him and I broke the kiss, letting out a scream as waves of pleasure washed over me, my body shaking as our orgasms met in other, amplifying, reflecting, and growing that much stronger.

The pleasure lasted longer than it ever had before, both of us tensed up and pressing tightly against each other as we shook in time. My crying fell silent a moment before he kissed me again and the tension left our bodies. We fell together on the bed, panting, hot and sweaty.

"That was fantastic," he said, slowly pulling out of me, then tisked softly. "I think I broke your hymen," he said with a smile.

I sat up and looked down at him noticing a little blood mixed with my juices and his cum. "Well you're now my first," I said with a smile. I was surprised to see that my chest had lost much of it s size, but I had been a late bloomer.

"I've never fucked an eighteen year old before," he said.

I smiled and slipped off the bed, looking at myself in the mirror, the thin awkward mouse in the reflection was someone I hadn't seen in a long time. "Well it didn't last. I'm about sixteen now and still getting younger. This is fantastic!" I said, bouncing on my toes and giggling.

John smiled and walked up to me, smiling a bit. "So it's a crime just for me to be in the same room with you when you're nude. Too bad, you're going to grow up to be a sexy woman. Get into the tub and get cleaned up, I'll get dressed." He said, slapping my ass.

Letting out a giggle I took a couple steps away from him. "You're a bad man," I teased him, than hurried into the bathroom. I turned the water on in the tub, allowing it to get warm as I pulled out a bottle of bubble bath. I looked at myself again, smiling as I realized another couple years had fallen off of me.

I closed the drain of the tub and poured in some of the bubble bath. Putting everything away I climbed into the tub and settled down into the water, felling it climb around me. By the time it was high enough I was no more than ten years old.

My boyfriend came in, having put his clothing back on, and turned off the water then smiled to me as he then ruffling my short red hair. "Oh, you're cute," he said, putting some clothing down on the floor, then bringing out a rubber ducky and putting it in the water with me.

"I'll get cuter," I said, my voice just as young as I was. The only thing that wasn't getting younger was my mind. The raccoon picked up a bottle of fur shampoo and started to work it in his hands, once it was lathered up fully he started to work it into my fur. It giggled as he started to work his fingers over me, more age falling away.

He teased a bit around my neck, being careful at how he touched me. He might have been my boyfriend and maybe my husband in a year or two, but I was now six years old and that really didn't turn him on. I was glad about that. Reaching up he teased the necklace which was still around my neck, it has shrunk to match my youthening form.

I splashed at the water as he worked the shampoo over my fur, and then laughed a bit. The age regression spell had cost me so much that I had to sell my car, but it was worth it. It was so very worth it. I giggled as another year fell away as he worked over my back and played at my tail. I splashed at him and he splashed back, causing us both to laugh.

Now satisfied that I was clean he turned the water on and took the showerhead down. He turned it on and spayed the water over me. I let out a cry and a giggle, blocking the water with my small hands as I neared three years old and still growing younger.

John rinsed me off carefully, having me stand in the water as he opened the drain. Once that was done he pulled out a towel and started to rub me down, drying off my fur. When I was mostly dry he wrapped the towel around me and lifted me in his arms. I could see myself in the mirror, a young mouse of only a year and a half old.

He held me carefully in his arms, taking me out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the spare bedroom. It had been converted to a nursery with toys and stuffed animals all over. A crib was against the wall and a changing table opposite of it. He set me down on the changing table, pulling the towel off.

With deft hands he placed a diaper under me and added a little baby powder. He cinched up the diaper around me, making sure it was tight as the last of my age slipped away. He added a plastic cover to the diaper then pulled out a small shirt which was the right size for a six-month old.

My boyfriend, and temporary caretaker, bent down and kissed my forehead. "There you are, all clean and ready for bed," he said, picking me up and carrying me to the crib. I cooed softly and pawed at him, unable to really talk anymore.

He placed me in the crib and gave me a vixen plush that I had since the first time I was a baby. I cuddled up with the plush, and starting to suck my thumb without even thinking about it. I was tired, more then I had been in a very long time, as a baby I didn't have much stamina. I could feel my eyes drifting closed even though it was only the late afternoon.

"Sleep well my little mouse," John said, brushing a finger over my head, and then reaching up to turn on the baby monitor. With one last look he walked out of the room, turning the light off as he went.

I curled up in my crib, slowly drifting off to sleep as my mind raced with excitement. This was what I had always wanted, a return to being a baby, even if only for a week. I felt fantastic. I pulled tight to my plush, my small tail wrapping around my body as my eyes finally closed and I drifted off to sleep.


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