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"You know, I've never noticed you've become just the kind of man I could enjoy."

Justin looked to his best friend's mother, tilting his head. "Come again?"

“Well, I suppose that such a man might be inclined to be… Part of the family.” Erisa smiled, leaning forward.

Justin’s mouth dried as he caught a rather generous glimpse of her breasts, and he shifted to try and conceal his growing erection. “Uh.” He replied eloquently.

“If you’d like that, I mean…” Brendan’s mother grinned. She shifted back with a subtle smile, the kind of expression that told Justin she was playing with him. “Say yes, I might even let you feel these breasts you gawp at every time you’re here."

But a man is nothing without hope, and he had to dream. “I would like it, very much.” He grinned, playing along. If Erisa wanted to play with him, she’d find that he wasn’t as easy sport as she’d hoped.

Or so he’d thought. He’d expected another teasing jibe, but instead the young man received a gentle caress of the cock, her hand snaking between his legs and gripping his length gently.

“Oh my, so hard!” She mock-gasped, her other hand fluttering to her mouth. “And to think that you got this way just from being near a mother… I suppose you might have something of an Oedipus complex.”

“W-what?” Justin stammered, eyes practically bulging from his head as all of the blood in his body rushed south. “Hey, wait… No way! I mean… What?” He couldn’t think straight, testosterone flooding his brain.

Unfortunately, due to his distraction, the young man completely missed the fact that there was a little more room in his jeans. It was a forgivable offense, especially given the fact that Erisa used the extra room to give him another grope, but that did not reduce the consequences.

“Ah!” Justin yelped, his voice cracking slightly from what he’d thought was pleasure. Little did he know that Erisa had begun to work a well-practiced form of magic along his body, changing him to her whims.

“Aw, is the little boy scared?” Cooed the woman, giving him another grope. As she did, his world seemed to spin; the young man dropping several inches in height as his body tingled. His pores ached for a moment as the hairs along his arms and legs receded into his body; while those around his groin simple fell out from the roots.

“You shouldn’t be.” She continued, a chuckle escaping her mouth. With that, she released him, having done enough to seal his fate. “After all, I don’t have a thing for boys as young as you.”

“What?” Justin asked in confusion, his voice cracking further now. He tried to clear it, bringing a softer hand to his mouth to cough. The callouses he’d earned from work were melting away, much younger skin replacing his adult hands. Of course, he didn’t notice this; instead focusing on the woman before him.

“I don’t understand.” He tried again, this time wincing as his voice cracked awkwardly. It was just like back when he was in his late teens, he thought with embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t worry. Mommy will spell it out for you.” Erisa grinned, leaning forward again. Justin stared at her bosom with interest, only to blink as he realized it seemed larger. Come to think of it, she seemed larger too… “You’re becoming part of the family.”

Justin looked up to her, wondering how she’d gotten so big; only to yelp as his pants fell from around his waist. He grabbed at his belt, looking down and letting out a second cry as he noticed how large his clothes had gotten around his frame… And how small his cock had become.

It looked like something that belonged on a teenager! Come to think of it, so did the rest of his body; proportions changing faster by the second. He dropped his jeans in favor of looking at his hands and arms, gawping at the smooth, clean-shaven skin.

It gave Erisa a perfect look at his member for a few seconds; until the hem of his ever-larger shirt slipped past it. “Aw, so much for you doing anything with that… I guess your big boy’s now more of a little one. Just like you.”

She patted him on the heat patronizingly, and Justin swatted her hand away, wincing at how feeble the motion was. All of the strength was leaving his body, and he looked down to let out a loud yelp. While before he’d been about the size of a teenager, now he’d regressed past the tweens; back to his far youth!

“Whath happening?” He whimpered, blushing madly as the lisp he’d had as a child returned in full force. “You’re making me a kid thumhow!?”

“Not just any kid… Mine.” Erisa grinned, moving a hand behind herself to pull a chair from the table. She sat in it quickly, still a foot taller than him. “And you just hit your mother… What an irresponsible child. You know, coupled with your lewd feelings for me; I think that deserves a punishment.”

Justin’s fight-or-flight reflex kicked in and he yelped, turning to run in a blind panic. Of course, it was far too little too late, and the woman reached out a hand, easily grabbing his arm and pulling him towards her. She firmly bend him over her knee and tutted, swatting his ass with the palm of her hand.

It stung far more than he’d expected, his young buttocks no match for a spank from an adult. Justin yelped in a childlike manner, trying to push away from the woman. “No! Thtop! Thith ith too embaratthin!!! Dun’ wanna be thpanked!”

The changes were beginning to affect his mind, regressing his thoughts at a rapid pace, as though to keep them synchronized with his form. Tears dewed at his eyes as the boy, a sixth of the age he’d been moments ago, began to sniffle. “I’m a big boy, you can’t do thith!”

“Ah-ah, no talking back to mommy.” Erisa cooed mockingly, spanking him again; then again. Each clap of her hand took half a year from his age, making his clothes comically large around him. “Hm… It’s funny, you probably wanted to be this undressed with me; maybe even with a bit of this spanking… Well, though I doubt you want it any more…”

Justin’s addled mind finally caught on to its diminishing capacity as it finally met his age; though even with the brain of a five-year-old he knew there was nothing he could do. “Nooo! I don’t wanna be a kindewgawtenew again!!! I wanna be big again!!!”

He started to flail and kick, his shoes, socks, and even pants slipping easily from his small legs. The boy cried hard, snot dribbling down his face as she kept spanking him; regressing him even more. “I wan’ mommy! Pweathe! Big lady’s makin’ me baby!!!”

“Well, you were so obsessed with my breasts…” Chuckled the woman, knowing fully well that the boy wouldn’t understand her jibe. She kept spanking him with a smirk, watching as he progressed to becoming just a baby.

Justin’s cheeks burned as he felt himself lose control over his bladder, a hot stream soaking the boxers that still stubbornly hung onto his body. “Nooo! Me go pee pee in fwont of mammma gagga ba gaaaa!” The ability to speak was snatched away from him by another clap of her hands, and his eyes glazed as he lost track of his old self, mind too simple to handle complex thought or even memories.

Still, he was able to realize that he was being spanked perfectly well, and the baby shrieked loudly, flailing around within a shirt that was growing increasingly wet.

“Aw, did someone make a potty?” Erisa cooed, extracting the infant from what was once his shirt and cradling him in both arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a changing… Then let you finally have a drink. I know how much you love your mommy’ breasts.”

She laughed a joke far beyond the baby’s comprehension, carrying him to the first diapering of his new life.

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"You know, I've never noticed you've become just the kind of man I could enjoy."

Justin looked to his best friend's mother, tilting his head. "Come again?"

“Well, I suppose that such a man might be inclined to be… Part of the family.” Erisa smiled, leaning forward.

Justin’s mouth dried as he caught a rather generous glimpse of her breasts, and he shifted to try and conceal his growing erection. “Uh.” He replied eloquently.

“If you’d like that, I mean…” Brendan’s mother grinned. She shifted back with a subtle smile, the kind of expression that told Justin she was playing with him. “Say yes, I might even let you feel these breasts you gawp at every time you’re here."

But a man is nothing without hope, and he had to dream. “I would like it, very much.” He grinned, playing along. If Erisa wanted to play with him, she’d find that he wasn’t as easy sport as she’d hoped.

Or so he’d thought. He’d expected another teasing jibe, but instead the young man received a gentle caress of the cock, her hand snaking between his legs and gripping his length gently.

“Oh my, so hard!” She mock-gasped, her other hand fluttering to her mouth. “And to think that you got this way just from being near a mother… I suppose you might have something of an Oedipus complex.”

“W-what?” Justin stammered, eyes practically bulging from his head as all of the blood in his body rushed south. “Hey, wait… No way! I mean… What?” He couldn’t think straight, testosterone flooding his brain.

Unfortunately, due to his distraction, the young man completely missed the fact that there was a little more room in his jeans. It was a forgivable offense, especially given the fact that Erisa used the extra room to give him another grope, but that did not reduce the consequences.

“Ah!” Justin yelped, his voice cracking slightly from what he’d thought was pleasure. Little did he know that Erisa had begun to work a well-practiced form of magic along his body, changing him to her whims.

“Aw, is the little boy scared?” Cooed the woman, giving him another grope. As she did, his world seemed to spin; the young man dropping several inches in height as his body tingled. His pores ached for a moment as the hairs along his arms and legs receded into his body; while those around his groin simple fell out from the roots.

“You shouldn’t be.” She continued, a chuckle escaping her mouth. With that, she released him, having done enough to seal his fate. “After all, I don’t have a thing for boys as young as you.”

“What?” Justin asked in confusion, his voice cracking further now. He tried to clear it, bringing a softer hand to his mouth to cough. The callouses he’d earned from work were melting away, much younger skin replacing his adult hands. Of course, he didn’t notice this; instead focusing on the woman before him.

“I don’t understand.” He tried again, this time wincing as his voice cracked awkwardly. It was just like back when he was in his late teens, he thought with embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t worry. Mommy will spell it out for you.” Erisa grinned, leaning forward again. Justin stared at her bosom with interest, only to blink as he realized it seemed larger. Come to think of it, she seemed larger too… “You’re becoming part of the family.”

Justin looked up to her, wondering how she’d gotten so big; only to yelp as his pants fell from around his waist. He grabbed at his belt, looking down and letting out a second cry as he noticed how large his clothes had gotten around his frame… And how small his cock had become.

It looked like something that belonged on a teenager! Come to think of it, so did the rest of his body; proportions changing faster by the second. He dropped his jeans in favor of looking at his hands and arms, gawping at the smooth, clean-shaven skin.

It gave Erisa a perfect look at his member for a few seconds; until the hem of his ever-larger shirt slipped past it. “Aw, so much for you doing anything with that… I guess your big boy’s now more of a little one. Just like you.”

She patted him on the heat patronizingly, and Justin swatted her hand away, wincing at how feeble the motion was. All of the strength was leaving his body, and he looked down to let out a loud yelp. While before he’d been about the size of a teenager, now he’d regressed past the tweens; back to his far youth!

“Whath happening?” He whimpered, blushing madly as the lisp he’d had as a child returned in full force. “You’re making me a kid thumhow!?”

“Not just any kid… Mine.” Erisa grinned, moving a hand behind herself to pull a chair from the table. She sat in it quickly, still a foot taller than him. “And you just hit your mother… What an irresponsible child. You know, coupled with your lewd feelings for me; I think that deserves a punishment.”

Justin’s fight-or-flight reflex kicked in and he yelped, turning to run in a blind panic. Of course, it was far too little too late, and the woman reached out a hand, easily grabbing his arm and pulling him towards her. She firmly bend him over her knee and tutted, swatting his ass with the palm of her hand.

It stung far more than he’d expected, his young buttocks no match for a spank from an adult. Justin yelped in a childlike manner, trying to push away from the woman. “No! Thtop! Thith ith too embaratthin!!! Dun’ wanna be thpanked!”

The changes were beginning to affect his mind, regressing his thoughts at a rapid pace, as though to keep them synchronized with his form. Tears dewed at his eyes as the boy, a sixth of the age he’d been moments ago, began to sniffle. “I’m a big boy, you can’t do thith!”

“Ah-ah, no talking back to mommy.” Erisa cooed mockingly, spanking him again; then again. Each clap of her hand took half a year from his age, making his clothes comically large around him. “Hm… It’s funny, you probably wanted to be this undressed with me; maybe even with a bit of this spanking… Well, though I doubt you want it any more…”

Justin’s addled mind finally caught on to its diminishing capacity as it finally met his age; though even with the brain of a five-year-old he knew there was nothing he could do. “Nooo! I don’t wanna be a kindewgawtenew again!!! I wanna be big again!!!”

He started to flail and kick, his shoes, socks, and even pants slipping easily from his small legs. The boy cried hard, snot dribbling down his face as she kept spanking him; regressing him even more. “I wan’ mommy! Pweathe! Big lady’s makin’ me baby!!!”

“Well, you were so obsessed with my breasts…” Chuckled the woman, knowing fully well that the boy wouldn’t understand her jibe. She kept spanking him with a smirk, watching as he progressed to becoming just a baby.

Justin’s cheeks burned as he felt himself lose control over his bladder, a hot stream soaking the boxers that still stubbornly hung onto his body. “Nooo! Me go pee pee in fwont of mammma gagga ba gaaaa!” The ability to speak was snatched away from him by another clap of her hands, and his eyes glazed as he lost track of his old self, mind too simple to handle complex thought or even memories.

Still, he was able to realize that he was being spanked perfectly well, and the baby shrieked loudly, flailing around within a shirt that was growing increasingly wet.

“Aw, did someone make a potty?” Erisa cooed, extracting the infant from what was once his shirt and cradling him in both arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a changing… Then let you finally have a drink. I know how much you love your mommy’ breasts.”

She laughed a joke far beyond the baby’s comprehension, carrying him to the first diapering of his new life.