The Slide

Part 2

"Oh nooo!" She gasped, out of breath and terrified. She was balanced on the brink of childhood: shrinking more would place her on the wrong side of puberty. She was breathing in heaves, rocking back and forth, still gripping the slide as though it gave her strength somehow. She gagged as the youthening began. This time it was more dramatic, as her body began to really lose shape and size. It came in tiny but jolting spurts of electricity, each one robbing her of a few months. She convulsed with each change. She was now beginning to feel embarrassed about how young she was getting. She blushed and made the transition to 13 years of age... then 12. She felt bald and naked between her legs, and her female anatomy became that of a girls'. Her breasts disappeared, and her body lost the last of its curves. It was an odd sensation, it was as though her womanhood had been bundled up and changed into potential growth. She had that pre-teen hyper feeling.

Oddly enough, her clothes still fit her, but she noticed that her previously white shirt had a big yellow flower on the front of it. She had a second to glance around her. Nearby, a couple sat on a bench, watching her with smiles on their faces, as though they knew her well. She knew that they would become her parents at the end of this. Her former life as a mother seemed an infinite distance away, and she shook her head to try and bring her old reality back. It was no use; the vision of being little was too strong for her now, and she was losing power to fight it. Internally, she scrambled desperately for some semblance of maturity, but only found that she was STILL too old somehow. No, no, no she whimpered to herself as she started getting little again. Half of her felt that the changes were "natural," and "necessary," while the other side of her wailed in frustration. She was NOT a little girl... she WAS not... she couldn't be...

She trembled as she slipped backwards to her eleventh year. She bit her bottom lip. Her clothes were changing with her as she became an eleven year old. The jeans she had been wearing her changing color from blue to yellow, and the flower on the front of her shirt was changing into some unrecognizable shape. Her legs were shortening as she became a ten-year-old, and she stretched out her toes to reach the sand underneath the slide. It gave her a sense of false security be able to reach the ground with the tips of her toes.

Still she shrunk, passing ten and becoming nine. Now she really felt embarrassed. All of her power, her self esteem, and her ability was being sucked out of her body. She knew there was a small damp spot between her legs, because she was nine, and she still made little "mistakes" from time to time. She became dazed for a second, but recovered, and assessed her situation. She had to come up with a solution... NOW!

It occurred to her that she had wished to be young just before going down the slide; the slide made her wish come true! She had to get to the top and make another wish to be an adult. She instinctively turned around and tried to climb backwards up the slide, as kids often do. It seemed so much larger now, and she stopped in front of the tube in the middle. How could she go up through it? She couldn't hold on the sides in there. She tried anyway, getting halfway through the tube before her weak little arms began to give out. She was also shrinking again, her legs and arms becoming wispy and thin as she hit eight years old. She tried to hold herself in position inside the tube, pushing her arms and legs against its walls. She couldn't hold on, and she slowly slid backwards, peeing her panties as a seven-year-old. She climbed backwards frantically. She would have to go up the ladder. She became confused for a second at the bottom, and went to sit down, but fell off the slide backwards, landing on her wet rump in the sand. Tears welled up in her six-year-old eyes as she looked down at herself. Her crotch was soaked and she recognized the shape on her shirt as Mickey Mouse. Her jeans were now yellow pants.

She came to her senses and scrambled up to get to the ladder. Her coordination was getting worse, and she felt clumsy and chaotic in her movements. She ran crying for the ladder, terrified at the prospect of getting younger.

She almost made it, but as she reached out to grab the rungs, she felt the final sequence of regression set in. She squatted and became a five-year-old, wailing openly, and wetting herself. She couldn't stop it now... it was too late. She squatted lower, almost sitting on the ground as she became a four-year-old toddler. With a loud farting noise, her little bum erupted as she fully pooped her training pants. It was finished.

"Where do you think you're goin' little one?" Said her daddy as he picked her up. "You're too young for THAT slide, let's get you... uh oh..." He said as he smelled the mess in her pants. She knew that he would put her back in diapers when they got home. She was so humiliated. Maggie wished she was as big as her older sister Sasha, because then she would be able to go down the big slide. She cried in her carseat on the way home, but halfway there she forgot why and absent-mindedly started sucking on her thumb.