Jeanine stood in anger as she stared at her husband. How dare he! In THEIR bed, with another woman! But Miguel, far from stung at being caught, almost seemed to welcome it.
"It's time I told you anyway," he said brazenly, standing and putting his arm lovingly around the red haired bimbo with him. "You're too old for me anyway, Jeanine. I should have married a younger woman and now Cynthia is here for me. I love her, and you can't change how I feel about that. I want to be with her forever!"
The buxom red head seemed totally uncaring of her nudity in front of her lover's wife as she wrapped her arms around him and lay her head on his shoulders. "I love him, Mrs. Castille," the little bitch said. "And you're not going to keep our love apart. He needs a young woman for his needs, like me! Not an old biddy like you!"
An "old biddy" she thought! Jeanine was only a few years older than her husband, the man this little tramp was happily banging! She stared at them, so lovingly embraced. Oh, how sweet they looked, the two love birds, nude and hugging one another, so proud of their love. So unashamed. It made Jeanine want to puke!
Her husband, with that big, dark uncut hunk of man meat dangling there for the world to see! He'd always been so proud of that. No doubt, Jeanine thought to herself, that's what the little bimbo REALLY wanted, not his love.
And her, the big breasted whore! Probably all he cared for in her was her double D-cup figure, and they dared to claim they were in love! HA!!!
A devilish grin slowly spread across Jeanine's face. For years she'd managed to keep her powers in check, hidden from her husband, all in a failed attempt to save her marriage, but now she had no reason to pretend any longer. Perhaps it was about time her husband learned of her magical heritage.
"You're right," she said finally. "You two are WAY too young for an old hag like me!"
Miguel sensed something was wrong. Protectively he wrapped his arms more tightly around his luscious Cynthia.... "Jeanine? What are you doing? I won't let you hurt her!"
Nothing seemed to happen. There was no flash of light. No sense of anything being different save for a strange sensation that the room was bigger suddenly. They were still looking at Jeanine, arms lovingly wrapped around one another, and to them all seemed normal, except now, his wife was smiling at him again.
"You are so right, Miguel," she said, "How could I possibly come between such sweet, young lovers as you two." And she began to laugh.
For a second they just stood staring at her, pleased she was letting them off so easily. Miguel didn't know what had happened but he felt something wasn't right.
Suddenly, Cynthia screamed!
Turning Miguel was appalled to find himself embracing a naked child!
"Miguel what happened to you!" she squeaked in a little girl voice!
"ME!" he responded with a start as he realized this flat chested little girl was the buxom woman he'd been holding a moment earlier, "What happened to you!?" he peeped, shocked at the sound of his own voice!
Turning from each other they both gazed at themselves. Instinctively Cynthia's hands went to her chest. Her very FLAT, little girl chest! "Nooooo!" she whined, feeling the lose.
"Now that's sweet!" Jeanine said, laughing loudly at the children. "Oh, if you two could only see how CUTE YOU look! You, looking all innocent and flat chested. Still love her, Miguel? Not such a hot thing now, is she?"
Miguel looked at her, unable to believe what had happened. Then at his wife in anger, the boy shouted! "What did you do to her!"
"Her!? Never mind her, Miguel. If I were you I'd be worried about what I've done to you! What happened to that big, manly cock of yours, eh hubby?!"
He dropped his head sadly and took in the tiny little uncircumcised member that barely protruded out from his boyish young body! Cynthia looked at him too, and it was obvious from the look in her eyes that she wanted nothing to do with a little boy and his little boy peepee!
A strange, childish sense of humiliation welled up in Miguel. "It's not fair!" he said, and was again shocked at how pouty and boyish he sounded, as well as the tears that were suddenly streaming uncontrollably from his young eyes. "I want to be a big boy again!"
What was happening, why was he talking like that!
"Well, I hope you two love birds enjoy your next few moments together, although I don't think you'll be doing any more fucking around! In another minute you're going to be little babies. The only bed you'll be sharing is a crib!"
"Nooooo," Cynthia cried, and Miguel could tell looking at her that she WAS still getting younger. Now she was only 4 years old! And him! Try as he might, he couldn't think straight anymore! He was loosing his adult mind and turning back into a little baby!
He tried to lash out at Jeanine, to tell her to stop, tell her how he felt! "You mean lady! You make us widdle. We no want. Me want big boy weewee back." He hated himself for the way he spoke, but couldn't find any more adult words in his rapidly regressing mind.
The little girl continued to cry, even as she fell onto her bottom, unable to stand any longer. She began rubbing tears from her eyes.... "I want my boobies!" she cried.
"Ahh, yes," Jeanine said, "just as I thought. When it came right down to it, you didn't love each other, you only loved FUCKING each other, you loved your bodies! Now, what do you have?"
Even through his shame and humiliation Miguel felt anger! Anger at the bad lady who had taken his big boobie girl from him and taken his big weewee! Even as his mind grew ever more childish he tried to move toward her, but as he did he stumbled and found himself crawling. He tried to shout, but in frustration found all he could do was cry, like the little infant he was rapidly becoming!
"Waaaaa-Waaaaa!" was the only sound he heard. He couldn't even tell if it was him or Cynthia who was bawling as both of them were mere crying infants now!
He kept trying to reach Jeanine, but soon found he couldn't even crawl. As his wife continued to laugh at him he found himself rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He was bawling in a childish tantrum, his little boy weewee impotently pointing up between his legs, an organ with no purpose to him now, until a stream of pee fountained out of him and he began to wet himself.
Jeanine laughed all the more to see her husband wetting himself. Finally she bent down and picked up the helpless little babies on her floor as they both peed on themselves and her rug.
"Now, now... don't you two worry. This 'old biddy' is going to be a good Mommy to her two little babies now! You wanted to be together all nakey and now you'll be together all the time, forever, just like you wanted!"
Though his mind was fading quickly, Miguel understood was she was saying clear enough, but his only response was to pout and cry harder, kicking his legs helplessly in the air.
Jeanine knew that inside both still remembered enough of who
they were to know what had happened. Someday, maybe, she might
let them forget that, but for now, she thought it would be so
much better if she let them keep a little something to remember
her by!