The Wishing Well: An age regression story by Kelly (muscle theft AR)
by fucil99
Chapter 1
Sam brought the coin to the well and looked down into it, way down into it. A glimmer indicated that it still held water. It shimmered in the noon sun that shone straight down into it and lit the still water below like it was a diamond, a glass, or a mirror, so much so that Sam could see his face in it.
He dropped the coin with its golden edges glowing as it tumbled downward, and with an audible splash, the coin rippled the water's surface and dispersed Sam's reflection into tiny ribbons of little waves that crashed against the well's walls.
Sam made his wish and left. He looked at his watch, his golden watch and its ancient mechanism that chimed with the noon bells of the town. He had made it there on time; his payment received on time. His payment was the golden coin, a twenty-dollar piece worth ten, twenty times that nowadays and his reward, according to his grandmother, would be the fulfillment of his wish.
His grandmother's last request had been honored and given the due respect it deserves. Sam smiled knowing full well had his grandmother known of the ramifications of his wish she would surely have melted that coin down for its weight value first. But she was now gone. Her wish for the special coin honored and his wish applied to it as soon as it left his hand. It was too late for worry and the world, or at least his corner of it, was his oyster and his pearl now festered in that oyster, irritating its lining as his wish came true.
Sam walked down the path from the well in the center of town and just had to see if wishes did come true. His was for power and it was to be everlasting till his death and maybe even beyond even that.
The wish was for time to become his so he could control it. It was a wish that would be easily granted according to the book. His grandmother had died and her last wish was for his own wish to come true--any wish he had. He could have been rich, famous or even have girls till the day he died.
But he chose TIME! Time was a thing that he could use to do any of the other things he could have had instantly. His first test was running down the street minding his own business, just a normal walk in the town's park taken at the wrong time.
The guy was young, handsome, and strong; three things that Sam wasn't--yet. For a boy, he was handsome and he was strong as well but he was still a boy! He was fourteen and he had just now entered manhood just that year with his pubes just sprouting and his feelings for his manhood at their very beginning. Bad timing for him, thought Sam, very bad timing.
Sam's first wish was for this handsome young man and him to trade ages and then take away two years more for good measure. As Sam made his wish, the shirtless hunk smiled and waved at him unknowing of what laid in store for him.
A handsome young man with the world at his feet or should I say his feet would have taken him in the direction of a grand future ran by him. Brutish arrogance and stalwart convictions drove this young man on his run; pride and reckless indifference ruled his young mind and a drive to succeed and ruled his world.
Had Sam not made his wish, the handsome young cop, the town's youngest, would surely have been a sergeant in two years and a captain by 28--but not now. Now he would have the memories of being a man and the helplessness of being in stuck in a skinny boy's body to deal with and 12 years of growing back up to do, just to be the age he was now, only this time taking his genetic make up away. It would be different for him. He wouldn't be as strong or big as he was. He would be thin and as skinny and down right scrawny as Sam was now, and two years younger to boot.
Sam watched with anxious anticipation as the shirtless stud ran by noting all of his handsome features--features that would be his soon. His face was that of a man's, yes, but it was still the young face of one, its features all well defined and yet so young in look. His jawbone structure was that that turns on the ladies, strong and with a look of conviction to it, angular and prominent. His nose the cute kind that only the sexiest of men would have; it was sloped ever so slightly, below the nose pouty thick lips, nicely framed with a handsome mustache and goatee, well done in its manicured look and to the sides of it, just today's hint of unkemptness to it a small but visible shadow of what it would look like if unkempt and let to grow to its full potential existed around it. The body was to die for years of hard work had sculpted it into a magnificent version of a strong young man with just the right everything. Thick strong legs covered in the finest colored light brown hair gave him a look of an adult's--a look of respect that comes with legs so well defined and muscled as his were.
All this was this guy's edge on life, his fortification against all but Sam and his silly but powerful wish. And now despite years and years of hard work it would be before this run was over taken from him. Sam was happy with his choice and would have chosen another's age and build but the fates screamed for this to be the case and the downfall of Billy Preston--or Bill as he preferred it to be said. Billy would now fit him better soon.
Bill rounded the bend trying to match an old record, maybe even beat it when it started on him. Bill's mighty firm pecs coated with a man's covering of thick brown body hair itched to the point of slowing his stride he had to stop and scratch it. His record time would have to be made another day as he stopped and scratched at what to him was an incredible burden to endure. His chest and even his legs and his forearms and crotch all itched beyond belief. All of his body felt strange to him. His arms felt like they were getting thinner to him he watched in awe as the sixteen-inch guns he had worked so hard to achieve began to deflate like how some weird cartoon character's arms would only this was for real. He could actually feel last year's gains disappearing and see it as well his tight abs that he had just turned from a six-pack to an eight-pack reverted as well to last year's look and then before his very eyes everything he remembered as he used to look like began to be just that--what it used to be.
He looked down and saw his chest. It wasn't what it was yesterday; it was the way it was a year ago. He felt his face because it itched as well especially his beard and his facial hair felt different instead of the feeling it would get when he let it grow out and it itched. It itched because it felt like it was receding, not growing. He panicked and saw the restrooms built for the park the year before and ran for them. He had to see what was happening to him--to stop it if he could. His life, his future depended on it.
He ran in and in there staring back at him in the mirror was a memory image, one of more than a year ago, one that although still handsome, still strong-looking was him as a late teen and not him as the man he saw looking back that morning! Instead it was him years ago, the way he hated that he looked. He hated being young, almost kid-like in his appearance. Everything he done the past year to add a visible sense of maturity to his look seemed to be gone. All of it his goatee, his muscles added through hard work and devoted diligence were gone from his body. What looked back would take years to be what it was that morning. What was happening to him? And WHY?!
He was so young looking. All he used to be was fading away, disappearing with his age. It was wrong. All the work, all the years in a gym, all the time--yea the time--time! That was it! It was disappearing from him he wasn't sick! He was regressing and fast years vanished in front of his eyes, his chest hair, the hair that said "Yeah, I'm an adult! I'm not a kid!" was disappearing. He grabbed at it with both his hands to try in a desperate attempt to make it stay and it defied him and drew back with the years into his chest. It slipped through fingers that also slipped back through time back to when he was but a boy, back into a chest now half its old size, skinnier than it was at even half its old age.
What stared back at Bill now was Billy Preston of the old days he had so painfully overcome. But it was not the young Bill he was way back then; he was thinner than he had ever been back then. He had at least the confidence of a decent-sized body then but now he was this skinny young version of his younger self. This one was truly helpless. He looked so frail, his jogging pants that had hugged a tight fine muscled ass and well-muscled legs now hung loosely only with the help of his right hand from his waist. They were meant for a grown up and not this abomination that showed its little tiny child-like body to him as his reflection! This was all wrong--all of it.
"What if this is real where do I go? Who do I see for help?? Make this go away," he said and closed his young, very young eyes tightly in a vain attempt to make this pathetic version of him as a boy that looked back at him back at from mirror go away and return him back into the strapping young man he knew he was. Billy opened his eyes though no Bill! Bill was GONE forever now. He was years away in the future and genetically impossible for this scrawny boy to ever be that brave strong grown up man he was ever again.
Sam had no idea of what he had really done. He just knew his own clothes were becoming too tight for him. He too would need the privacy of the bathroom. He watched a frightened young cop run into the sight of the young man regressing back in time from. His viewpoint was now, thanks to Bill manly hormones, a distinct turn on and he sprouted for first time in his life a hard on with pubic hair around it, soft new pubic hair but hair nonetheless. Not the same thing could be said for the now younger Bill. His pride and joy, his monster cock, the biggest on the town police force, was shrinking down in size, something Bill's alarmed eyes showed notice of as it took less room up in his shorts. A look of panic as he felt it shrink in his left hand down to a size too small to be thought of as a man's dick, its hairy pubes vanishing back into time as well could be seen clearly as only a curtain of oversized fabric that once hugged his ass tightly now hung loosely from his right hand, draped in folds that allowed him the sight of his shrinking manhood. Sam got in the restroom in time to get undressed down to just his briefs and watched from behind as Bill Preston, the strong brave cop, became Billy Preston, the weak frightened little boy. It was amazing to see it this strapping young guy his muscles so big when he first saw him run by and then to watch as they faded from him as he ran, and then ran in here and then to watch him fade back into time and watch himself and his size fade away, his still broad back disappearing in stature and size back to this very young skinny bony backed version of itself.
All of this had the new stronger older Sam's new package rock hard and tenting out the front of underwear totally unsuited for a man his new size, the back of them now taut and stretched to a fine line running in between an ass Bill had worked into a jock's tight firm ass. It felt the way a thong would feel on him now.
Sam walked forward as he pulled down the underwear now hopelessly far too stretched for this boy who was a man to wear. He knew he would need Bill's shorts and underwear to leave this place and despite the obvious size difference his old clothes, although now way too big for him, would have to be what Billy would wear out of there.
"I need those shorts your holding up boy!" Sam said in a tone so deep Bill almost leaped out of his skin. Sam was impressed by its sound as well and the fact he was now the controlling factor here. "Mine are over there. They will have to do for you. Now give me those right now!" Sam said as he walked up to and towered over the now very skinny very young cop.
Billy turned and looked into the mirror again as he dropped the shorts, their size and weight carried them to the top of his shoes, shoes his feet now swam in. He could feel his now little feet had more then just extra room to move in them. His cock hung limply from his now hairless crotch. It was thin small and pathetic. The monster that had landed him his up-and-coming marriage, the confidence of proud arrogance, and the stature as a male dog in the world of sex was but that of a child's. It wouldn't work any magic now for along time to come. Bill's eyes teared and soon as he was so easily lifted by this giant that was now his old size, and pulled his right out of his shoes, his socks dangling long from his feet. He bawled like the scared helpless boy he now was.
Sam placed the frail boy on the sink's counter and took off the oversized socks that were dangling from his feet and pointed a finger at Billy who just sat there and cried as he got dressed. And then pick the confused has been tough guy up set him on his feet slapped his now tiny behind and pointed to his old clothes. Billy's mind was but butter now and he reluctantly went to the pile and as Sam threw his tiny, stretched underwear at him. He conceded to his fate and dressed in boys-sized clothes, and even Sam's clothes were too big for him now. Sam loved having this power over time and this guy. It was amazing and this guy was just the first too feel it.
Chapter 2
I walked over to him put my hand on his shoulder and watched the stunned young man squirm his jeans that so nicely fitted him moments ago. His showpiece wear just became too big for him. It was easy, just like they said it would be. I watched this guy who was twice my size wither down in size to half of my size, too stunned to move or think and now with his pants around his ankles it was easy to push him out of my way. Besides he tripped in his jeans that were now around his legs. His skinny ass hit the ground bare of his underwear that also went down with his jeans hindering his walking whether he was pushed or not.
A boy with over sized jeans now tried to get up. He had a stunned look on his face, a face now barren of facial hair were a thick well-groomed beard was now soft skin, barren for years to come of the beard that was there moments ago stared in awe at the people he once was looked up to as their superior. He was the boss to some of them, and now a child would need their help, and that child was him!
I was amazed it worked the first time, more amazed that I could do it again right then, right there. There was no stopping me now! Guns came out of places you wouldn't believe: back pockets, shoulder harnesses, hidden in their boots! But out they came! No one wanting to share that guys fate. Cops and their guns, their answer to everything they could not solve with reason with thought. I smiled and raised my arm and not a one of them could move then. I lowered it and watched their brows as they all sweated for their futures, each one afraid in his own way.
I walked among them, all of them frozen from fear, frozen by me. The entire rank was defenseless, not even the captains or whatever their rank was were able to even move their dicks and relieve their now aching fear-filled bladders, let alone stop me. It was too easy--everyone of them a victim-to-be if I wanted it to be that way.
I really liked the young ones; they sweated it the most. They had their futures ahead of them, their reputations to deal with their very manhood was at stake, and one by one I could rob them of it, every bit of it. I walked over to one, he was frozen like the others were, but he looked so nice, so fine so strong. His face was so familiar; it reminded me of some one, but who? Then it hit me, he was a look-a-like of the actor Mark Hammond, his features more the young one than the more mature one as I've seen him as so recently. Nonetheless he was good looking. Either would have done for this test.
I smiled at him knowing his fear, wishing for once he was different in another way. But he wasn't different, not right now, at least he was to his own unfortunate fate not. He was what I would use to prove my power but once more. I hoped his ill-fated fate would be enough for the rest to think about what I was actually capable of.
I lifted this frightened guy's square firm jaw, I could feel his tight neck muscles react to my touch, the muscles of a man were held in the hands of what could be argued as not. I had his future, his dreams in the palm of my hand. He was so good looking, so fine, an air of maturity ruled this face, so confident when allowed to be, but now so bewildered and scared.
Should I allow tomorrow to be as today was for him? Every man had a breaking point, even I, but this was like a candy bar in my hand, so tempting, so good looking--I craved its sweet demise. Death wasn't my plan for him but time was. It too was mine to control. I forced this handsome young man to look me in the eyes and smiled down at him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I said as I began his trip back in his own lifetime, taking a year, then two, then stopping to let the rest see what I capable of, not that they hadn't seen what I could already do. This was for me. This was for fun.
He was young before the years were taken from him and it showed. A self-assured young man of 23 became 21 again, just legal drinking age again albeit he was probably no real drinker anyways at that age for that was irrelevant to this guy. He was a thinker, an actor playing a role, only his role was that of a cop in the wrong spot on the wrong day.
"How's it going to feel when someone diapers you and you know you're still a man?" I said knowing I would feel the response in his jaw his neck muscles.
I felt as expected a gulp, it was music to my hand. An answer without words. I smiled down at him. He was so nice looking, no doubt he would someday again be a cop again, but he would have to grow up all over again to be that, and this time he would have this as a memory to make this situation harder next time. I would be far in advance in my own world by then though far from his reach far from his powers. Too bad he did not have that to work on me at this time, his time to remember.
I asked him if was married, he answered no. Bad answer, I thought as I raised his whole body to a standing position and there before all of them was handsome young man. I loved this part; this was where power took prescience over reality, where reality took the backseat to it. I let him stand there for all of them to see, not one able to move or help him.
He was a fine specimen of a man strong shoulders dominated his stance, an arch to his back given only to the luckiest of us. In front, strong abs ruled his posture, thick with muscles displayed by me starting to slowly unbutton his shirt and revealing them. I got the last few by pulling his shirt from its tucked in waistline. His fate was now mine, mine to do my magic to. What stood before them even I liked, the way he still looked! Strong and still adult, thick manly hair covered his chest. It was enticing to say the least. I was hard in my own pants as I viewed him as well.
I liked a guy in uniform, but a guy in just the pants covered in manly body hair, and no shirt? SHIT!!!!! That took the cake as they said. I turned the poor still manly youth around let them all see what I did. He was a man of stature, a man of great body strength, and a mind to match it. But hey, what's life without tribulation, without challenges right? Boring, to say the least. Did not good ideas go to those who wait? And in this case he would again have to wait, and learn again that, that he would know he already had been and that was a MAN!
I stood back and began the process his 21 years what he had left of his 23, the two I took erased from it. I made it a slow process one he could see himself in his own reflection in the chromed glass-looking building we were all standing in front of all of them frozen, and me not.
It was diaper days for this young man or should I say boy? I took that control first just to let him see why he would soon need them and to further embarrass him, he was going to be too young to do anything in response to it anyways real soon, so what difference did
it make? Besides it's a fetish I love. I did this before I stole the adult in him, while he was still a man. I did this as personal pleasure not caring for their response to it. Besides he wasn't going to be the last to see what I could do.
I stood back from him as he stood there still unable to move, his stance that of a man of stature, feet spread slightly apart. I like that, nice touch, I thought. It accented his quads; they were so well developed, apparently early in his adult life. He was quite the man, tight, strong and very, very handsome at 21 as he was at 23. He did not look too different, but he was very scared.
I used fear. It's a tool. Sometimes it seemed like a good one too. I liked it, go figure? I watched with great pleasure as this young cocky cop let loose that, that he had no control over. I watched as his cock on a cocksure cop, as big and ample as any good stud's was filled his thin cotton dark blue uniform pants with his own embarrassing display of loss of control. They turned darker in contrast to the area of hated wetness grew. It flowed down his right leg as it soaked the entire crotch's front and then to his knee and eventually his shoe on the left leg as well soon both feet stuck in shoes soon to be too big for him were soaked in his future need for diapers.
I just smiled as the others, some liking it secretly, and others, the macho ones, freaking out, watched my own private show. They were either unwilling voyeurs now or happy participants. Either way the show went on.
I made no qualms to my wishes, my needs. I did what I had to do to survive. Ask no questions or seek no help, it was my way, my world! There's a new song that fit it well... It's my way or the highway! Truer words never written better now reverberated in song.
Control, that's what this story's about, what life's about. Ultimate control, ultimate force, ultimate ends, they lead to where we are in our lives, and this man, soon to be a baby's world of roads, led him to this spot in his now renewing life!! Shameful, but no? Futures are sometimes lived twice. An ultimate gift in reality. Besides it was entertaining as well.
I watched this man, he was still very much a man, slide backwards in time, every second a day! Every minute a year! Every millisecond was pure enjoyment for me.
I watched as fear became even more intense, fear as he was now forced to feel this happening to him. All that he was faded, all that he was disappeared back into time eternal, or at least it must have felt that way for him. All his workouts reversed in action all the runs were as if he'd taken them running backwards now. They worked to him back to where he was before then, every weight he ever lifted taking a reverse course on him now as if while it was lifted it stole from him size instead of the giving it to him. He shrank back to that, that he was before instead of gain loss was the new outcome.
I liked the fact he will remember what he was, who he was, how strong he was. And of course the ultimate insult as his now fatty baby legs are lifted in the air and a diaper slid under his ass and the ultimate feeling that it's now needed sank in.
I watched as they did as his body lost its size, his hairy chest returning to the chest of his teens. I left his torso the freedom of movement so we could all watch as he regressed; we see could see the struggle in his eyes and in his upper torso and arms as it happened to him, fear! As time took its journey backwards, taking his macho manly form with it as it went.
We got a grandstand seat to this event. I watched as they did, frozen forced to watch it, as their friend's body, his life, took that journey back in time. His powerful legs that once filled the now wet pants losing their hold against its fabric, his pants becoming looser, more adult than he was. The hairs on his chest, a chest he could grab at and did, in a silly vain attempt to stop this, hands of an adult's at first clutching the remnants of pecs that faded and bald with the regression of his manly chest hair and size. Soon what struggled before us was a but a boy ready to go through reverse-pubescence, his whole body changed when he did it the pants now to big for him halfway down slightly spread legs soon to be around his ankles.
The whole time he pleaded at first for me to stop this, then the swearing, the cursing of my soul, then the distinct helpless pleas for me to reverse this, for me not to do this him, and then as his voice cracked back as his body again went through puberty. I smiled as swear words so out of sync with this young man's body poured out of lips no longer a man's.
Mr. Macho, Mr. Muscles was not that anymore. He was but a boy and his journey thru time only a little more than half over 13 in age became 12, and then 11, back he went even more in time all the while clutching and trying to hold up pants he wouldn't fill out for a decade now. He lost his hold on his pants in desperate flail of his arms in my direction and they fell beyond his given reach and exposed his now hairless crotch to us all, no pubes of an adult there anymore and as he looked down at his sudden unwanted exposure he saw what we saw--a child-size pee pee, not a man's dick now hung between weak thin muscle-less legs of boys of 8, a cock he surely once used given his looks and judging by its ample size it once showed in the pants no longer meant for this boy, now dangled as a boy's would be too small for anything but a pee (piss would sound to adult for that dick). I smiled as 8 became 7 then 6-5-4-3-2-1. Game over. He was helpless now. His last words reverberated in my head and the heads of the others "PWEAS MWE NO WANWT TWOO BWEE BWABWY PWEASE." Then nothing more than the gibberish of baby! A baby who knew he was a man.