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Babysitter Girlfriend - Ch 1
🕑 Added 2023-09-14 14:00:06 +0000 UTCGrace lay on the bed beneath Brad. She looked nervous but excited, and he felt like the champion of the world, having finally gotten the girl no one could get. She would be his final conquest of high school, after a football championship and a series of other attractive girls.
Ever since his mother, the nurse, had moved them to this nowhere hick town, Brad had known about Grace. She was stunningly beautiful, shapely and sexy in a church-girl way, and a confirmed virgin. No guy in town even boasted of kissing her before. One admitted to having held her hand at the county fair before being chased off by her older brother and father. To be the guy who got Grace was to be a hero to every man and boy in town. Now, here Brad was, on Grace’s bed with Grace lying beneath him, her top removed, bra exposed, ready for him. He took a moment or two to relish in his victory.
“We gotta hurry,” Grace warned him. “Mama and my little brothers won’t be out shopping forever, and there’s no tellin’ when Daddy and my big brother will be back from their trip. Maybe we shouldn’t…”
Brad kissed her to shut her up and then removed his clothes, revealing his muscular body to her. That was enough to convince her to go on. The rest of her clothes came off, and Brad became the first man to view her untouched pale breasts and bare pussy.
They began making out in earnest, bare skin rubbing together, her soft flesh yielding to his calloused hands, hot breath mixing together as they grew sweaty. Then, just as he was about to penetrate her…
“Wait!” she said.
“What?” he asked, hesitating.
“Stop! Listen.”
They paused, and the only sounds he noticed were their beating hearts and panting breaths. Then, beyond that, he heard something that chilled him like a splash of cold water. A car door slammed outside, followed by another one.
Grace slid out from beneath Brad and peeked through the window blinds.
“Oh Lord,” she said. “It’s Daddy and my brother. They’re back from hunting.”
Brad leapt off her bed and was about to step into his pants and run, but he froze when he heard the front door open downstairs, followed by a pair of men’s voices chatting. He looked to Grace for some help.
Grace’s eyes turned to the shelf that held her bible, but her hand grabbed an odd obsidian stone resting on top of it. About the size and shape of a golf ball, the stone was held aloft in her hands by her fingertips as if it were a sacred relic.
“Please,” she whispered to the black stone. “Save us. I’ll give myself to you if you do. I swear it.”
Brad was too stunned by what he was witnessing to do anything but watch.
Barely perceptible fissures on the stone’s surface began to glow a faint reddish orange, as if it were full of lava and was now warming up.
Brad experienced a falling sensation as if the energy was being sucked out of him. He thought he might faint, but he stayed on his feet. However, he still felt as though he were standing in a dropping elevator. Looking down, he saw the floor and his feet rising up to him while he stood steady. He looked to Grace for an explanation and was dismayed to discover that he was looking up at her now, and she appeared to be growing even taller. Before he could comprehend that he was shrinking, he had stopped getting smaller.
The lava glow from the stone grew brighter, until it blinded him. He sensed something crawling on his skin, wrapping around his body. Then, the light went out in the stone as suddenly as flipping off a light switch.
In the dimmer natural light of Grace’s bedroom, Brad noticed that the girl seemed comparatively enormous now, absolutely towering over him. She was fully dressed in her clothes again.
Looking down at himself, Brad realized that he was fully clothed as well, only he had on a more childish outfit now, indicating that he had not only gotten smaller but younger.
“Grace?” called a man’s voice as footsteps climbed the stairs. “Was that you I heard?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied.
Brad said, “Grace? What…” But, he stopped after hearing how childishly high his voice sounded.
She shushed him and said, “Just play along.”
Although Brad normally was never shy about speaking his mind, the relative size of Grace intimidated him into silence.
“Do you have company up there?” her father asked, as he started down the hallway. His footsteps grew louder as approached her bedroom door. Then, there was a knock.
“Come in,” Grace said, hiding the black stone behind her back.
The door swung open, revealing an absolutely giant man standing there, dressed in hunting camouflage. He looked at his daughter then down at Brad with a curious expression on his face.
“Who might this be?” he inquired.
Brad cringed away from him to stand closer to the protective reach of Grace, who placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“This is Bradley,” Grace explained. “His mama moved in just down the street about a year ago. Remember? The nurse.”
Her father thought for a moment and nodded. “Oh, yes,” he said. “The… unmarried one.”
“Well,” Grace continued. “She needed to run off for some emergency, and I was outside at the time doing some weeding. She asked me if I would watch him for a few hours. I said I would be delighted to do it. How could I refuse her when she was in need?”
Her father looked down at Brad, considering him for a moment. Brad recoiled from him even more, until his back was pressed against Grace’s thigh. Then, her father smiled and said to his daughter, “Well, that was quite kind of you.”
Grace smiled back.
“Has she been treating you well, son?” her father asked Brad.
He nodded, too afraid to speak but even more afraid to give no response at all.
Her father chuckled and said, “I have rules forbidding boys in my daughter’s room, but I suppose we can make an exception for you. Am I right, son? You’ll behave yourself around her?”
Brad nodded again, terrified by the implied threat.
“Good,” her father said and turned his attention to his daughter. “Your brother and I need to get our gear sorted. I’ll leave you to your babysitting.” He turned and walked away down the hall.
When Grace heard her father’s heavy footsteps on the stairs again, she slid past Brad and slowly shut her bedroom door. Leaning her back against it, she let out a big sigh of relief.
“What…?” Brad asked, holding up his little-boy hands in confused horror. “What did you do?”
Grace held up the black stone. “I stole this from our preacher,” she explained, gazing at it in awe. “He said he got it from the police after they broke up some satanic ritual. He would lay it out on a table with a bunch of other junk that was supposed to be evil when he was making special sermons at his youth group. He loved to try to scare us about ‘the evil amongst us.’ I grabbed it one day when no one was looking.”
Brad stared at the stone, seeing the black surface cracked with reddish orange fissures, which appeared noticeably more vibrant although they no longer glowed.
“I used to think I could hear it sometimes,” Grace said, staring deeply into the stone as if she held an empty void in her hands, “It was like it was… whispering to me, promising me things.”
Brad waited for more explanation, but it seemed that that was all she had to say.
Grace walked back to her shelf, and Brad stepped aside, not wanting to get in the way of someone so huge while he stood hardly more than waist high to her. She deposited the stone on her bible again and turned her attention down to him.
“I’m pretty sure I can turn you back later,” Grace said, reassuringly. “Don’t worry.”
“You turned me into a little kid,” Brad said, his fury overcoming his timidness. “How the hell am I not supposed to be worried?”
She shushed him and said, “It’s alright. I promise you. No one but you or me will notice that anything has changed, not even your mama. She’ll think that this is your right age. You’ll even have kid stuff in your house waiting for you.”
“How do you know that?” he asked, overwhelmed by all she was telling him.
“I just… know it,” she said, sounding a little surprised by herself.
“You’ve got to turn me back now,” he begged.
“I can’t,” she said. “Not yet. Not until it’s safe. First, you’ve got to go home. Later on, I’ll convince your mama to let me babysit you again, at your house this time. Then, I’ll turn you back when we’re safe over there.”
“B-but,” Brad stammered.
“Come on,” she said, ushering him to the door. “They’ll be hungry. I’ve got to go make them some food.”
Brad felt as though he should be resisting her more, asserting himself as he normally would, but he felt too small and helpless now. Besides, he needed her to make him older again. If he upset her too much… He gave in and went along with her plan.
***
Brad sat at the dining room table, eating a hotdog with chips, surrounded by Grace’s family. Her mother had come home not long after they came downstairs, and Brad was confronted by the horrible realization that he was smaller than all of her little brothers, even the 7-year-old.
“I’m so proud of you,” her mother said as she sat down to eat. “That was a kind thing you did for the boy’s mother.”
Grace swallowed and replied, “It was nothing. Miss Johnson even said she would pay me. I tried to refuse, but she insisted on it.”
Brad finished his hotdog, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone.
The doorbell rang, and Grace went to the front door to answer it, finding Brad’s mother waiting on the porch.
She came in, thanking Grace profusely and making pleasant smalltalk with her whole family. It disturbed Brad how huge his mother seemed now, considering he had stood over a head taller than her earlier that day. How strangely terrifying it was to have her looming above him now, lovingly resting her hand on his shoulder.
“Grace,” his mother said as they headed for the door to leave, “You’ll have to come over sometime to babysit him again.”
Grace glanced at her parents who gave her an approving nod.
“Sure thing,” Grace said, smiling down at Brad. “I’d love to.”
Brad’s mother looked down at him and asked, “You looking forward to spending more time with Grace?”
Brad nodded, knowing that he had no choice but to agree, since he would be stuck like this until then.
***
Back home again a short while later, Brad stood in his bedroom, looking around in awe at all the toys and childish decor that had replaced his high school belongings. He had nearly convinced himself that this was all a nightmare, but if it was, he was having a hard time waking up. No amount of pinching was doing anything to end this return to childhood.
It was just as Grace had said. There was no sign anywhere that he had been 18 years old before. His mother treated him like a 5-year-old. All their family photos showed him at that age or younger. He climbed a stool in the bathroom to get a look at himself in the mirror and was confronted by the reflection of a little boy with frightened eyes, staring back at him.
“Either this is a dream,” he said, still disturbed by his childish voice. “Or, I’m going crazy.”
Fortunately, not long after he ate dinner and the sun went down, he became incredibly sleepy all of a sudden. Yawning, he climbed the tall stairs and allowed his mother to walk him through a bed-time routine that he had not followed in a decade. He brushed his little teeth and put on his cartoon pajamas. Then, she tucked him into bed, and he fell asleep, hoping that he would wake up from this nightmare at last.
***
The next morning, when Brad awoke, he felt certain that the whole experience had been a strange dream. However, a quick look around his room showed that it was still full of toys. The nightmare was not over. He pulled the covers and sheets aside to see he was still wearing little-boy pajamas.
“Oh no,” he said. “This can’t be happening.”
He thought about his life as it had been before Grace had done this to him. He had owned a nice car. He had just become an adult. He had earned a scholarship to play football at a good school. He had been muscular and handsome. He could have gotten just about any woman he wanted.
Now, he was a skinny little boy, barely even old enough for kindergarten.
He sighed and got out of bed, realizing that he was going to have to deal with this reality whether he wanted to or not. When his mother came in, he let her lead him through his morning clean-up routine without any resistance.
***
It was strange how quickly Brad began to adapt to his new body and life, at least the parts of it he spent at home. His toys were boring, but they could keep his attention long enough to stop him from worrying. The television shows he was allowed to watch were simple and silly, but he could zone out to them, at least until his mother felt he had reached the limit of his screen time for the day.
He was embarrassed at first when his mother gave him a bath, but he just relaxed and let her do the work, pretending as though he were having a spa day. As much as he disliked being seen naked with such an immature body, he slowly accepted that he had no choice but to get used to having no privacy anymore around her. By the time he had his second bath, he did not even blush while undressing before her.
Brad had the most trouble with his new life when he had to leave the house. Somehow, being outside made him feel smaller. Maybe it was how often he had to interact with adult things. For instance, his mother’s car seemed enormous. On their first trip together, heading to the grocery store, he had gone to sit in the front passenger seat, only for his mother to ask him where he thought he was going. She opened the back door and pointed at a booster seat. He sighed, thinking about how only a couple of days ago he had been driving his own car. Now, it was against the law for him to even ride in the front seat of a car. He gave in and let her strap him into the booster seat.
At the store, Brad felt even smaller. All the adults walking around seemed like giants. Even more disturbing, the young teens and older kids were intimidatingly tall and massive compared to him. At one point, as he stood there waiting for his mother to pick out some potatoes, an 8-year-old girl had brushed past him, and nearly toppled him over without taking any notice of him. The proud football player whom he had been was ashamed to think that a third-grader could have accidentally knocked him onto the floor.
The time Brad spent around other kids was the worst. He dreaded trips to the playground. The smaller ones were disgusting, coughing and sneezing all over the place, their fingers sticky from touching everything. The bigger ones were terrifying, powerful and sizable but immature in mind, making them dangerously reckless with their strength. Brad kept clear of both groups. Preschool was easier due to most of the kids being the same size as him. However, he found interacting with them to be painfully awkward. He felt so out-of-place, being so much more mature than the rest of the silly kids that surrounded him, even if they were physically his peers. He missed having ordinary conversations. He missed his old friends. He missed his old life.
By the end of the week, Brad was counting the hours until it was time for Grace to come over to babysit him.
***
Grace arrived in the early afternoon as Brad’s mother prepared for a date. He was in the living room, building a tower out of wooden blocks and trying to sooth his troubled mind. He had started to think about what people do on dates and what he and Grace had been about to do. It had woken up some mature thoughts that felt awkwardly inappropriate in his immature body. He had thought at first that he was too young now to feel horny at all. He had been wrong, though. That precocious lust was real, and it sucked. It left him feeling over-stimulated and tipsy but ultimately frustrated. He had no way of satisfyingly relieving the excitement, so he just tried to put the thoughts out of his mind until his body started to calm down. He had almost managed to calm himself when the doorbell rang. The sound startled him into knocking over his tower, tumbling blocks all over the carpet.
“Honey,” his mother shouted from upstairs. “That must be Grace. Be a dear and let her in if you could.”
Brad was about to protest that he was too short to reach the lock, but then he remembered that she left it unlocked when they were home since discovering that few people in town locked their doors at all.
With no excuse not to, he walked to the door, reached up to grab the nob, and turned it.
Brad stepped back, pulling the heavy door open with him. Beyond the screen door, Grace was standing there on the porch, looking even more beautiful than he remembered. However, something about the way she smiled down at him frightened him. He pictured a hungry she-wolf, baring her teeth. He felt an impulse to slam the door shut in her face, but his muscles did not respond. Instead, he stood there in stunned silence.
“Hello,” Grace said, her voice full of cheer and delight. “So happy to see you again, sweetheart.”
Brad was about to stammer out a greeting when he was interrupted by his mother. “Grace!” she yelled from upstairs. “Come on in. I’ll be down in a minute.”
Grace opened the screen door and stepped inside the house as Brad backed away from her. She shut the door and smiled down at him again with that wolfish grin.
“How has your week been?” she asked.
He wondered if he should lie or let her know just how awful it had been.
Footsteps coming down the stairs rescued him from having to respond.
“Thank you, again,” his mother said to Grace, drawing her attention away. “I really appreciate you doing this.”
“It’s no problem,” Grace replied. “Happy to be of service to a neighbor in need.”
The two women started up a conversation in which his mother instructed Grace on all the important things she needed to know to safely babysit her son. Feeling overlooked by the enormous women talking over his head, Brad retreated to the stairs where he took a seat a few steps up, giving him a vantage point that was closer to the level of the women.
“And, that’s all I can think of,” his mother said and turned to check her reflection in the mirror near the door. “Any questions?”
“Nope,” Grace replied, shaking her head. “You explained it all very well. I’m sure I can handle Bradley just fine. I’ll let you know immediately if there is anything that needs your attention. Don’t worry.”
A car pulled up the driveway, and Brad’s mother peeked out through the windows on the door and waved to the driver. “He’s here,” she said and turned back to Brad. She walked to the stairs, holding out her arms to him.
Brad stood up to accept her hug and kiss. They said their goodbyes. Then, she hurried out the door and shut it behind herself. The car pulled away, leaving Brad alone with Grace in the quiet of the house.
“The date has begun,” Grace said, turning to him and giving him a playful smirk.
Brad stood there on the step, unsure about what to do or say. He felt a strong desire to turn and run, to hide in his bedroom and shut himself inside until he fell asleep. Unfortunately, he knew that if he did that, he would wake up just the same as he was now, a young boy in body but not mind.
Grace approached him slowly, and again he fought the urge to flee. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and stood there. He was about eye-level with her chin at his current elevation and just out of her reach. Or so he thought, until she lunged forward with her hands and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to her as she leaned in. Before he knew what was happening, she had pressed her lips against his own, his balance tipped so far in her direction that he was only being kept from falling by the support of her hands and lips. Having no way of physically pulling away from her kiss, he gave into it, doing his best to seem willing. It felt weird, though, with her being so much bigger and stronger. Just the comparative size of her lips overwhelmed him. Then, there were those traces of lust he had been trying to suppress before, surging back again with a vengeance, reminding him once more of how inadequate his body was for the thoughts within it.
Finally, Grace relented. She separated her mouth from his and stood him upright again. “Sorry,” she said, releasing him and taking a step back. She composed herself and admitted, “That was a bit sudden, wasn’t it? I was just… I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I mean… a lot. And, when I saw you… I could hardly wait until she left.”
She smiled and held her hand out to him.
He hesitated to take it.
“Come on,” she said, waving him toward her with her fingers. “We need to catch up.”
He took hold of her larger hand and allowed her to lead him down the stairs and into the living room.
To be continued...
