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Fountain of Youth Stone - part 1
by Time Minder
Contact the author at timeminder@phuze.com
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The elite crew consisted of seven people, each a specialist in their particular field, although none of them outside of Terry Stuart and weapons officer Saunders really resembled soldiers.
Shirley Dawson, the communications officer had many flaws. The worst of which was her tendency to flirt. Buxom and slightly overweight, she delighted in strutting around the office and exposing her thick, linebacker like, gams wherever possible. More recently, Shirley had taken a shine to Terry, who always rebuffed her advances. She was becomming quite a nuisense. Staff Sgt. Will Hunt was maintenance officer. A hulk of a man at 6'3" and at least 250 pounds, Hunt seemed to rely on brute force in most situations. Specialist Crane was just the oppisite. A smallish woman in her fifties, Janice had a masters in Physics and was, on this occasion, in charge of the operation.
Her assistant was Ken Tohlman. A little younger than Crane, Tohlman seemed to carry that same frail body around as his boss.
Lt. Jerry Smith was Terry's second in command. A strapping young man of 28, Terry could always count on Jer in a fight.
Which brings us back to Sgt. Saunders. Terry was in love with her and didn't even know her first name. Their relationship was none too cordial. Saunders was a good looking woman in her early thirties , though she always went out of her way to hide her feminine qualitites beneath loose fitting fatigues and a foul mouth.
She was quick tempered, but extremely loyal, which made her a perfect weapons officer. THery were at each others throats from the start. It was only after a month in the field during a training excercise, that Saunders let down her hair long enough to let Terry see the real woman underneath.
They had all been drinking one night. Saunders had gotten seriously drunk., and since nobody particularly licked her much, the job of getting her to bed fell on Terry.
He pratically had to carry her. Plopping her onto her bunk, Stuart turned to leave. But Saunders had other ideas. She grabbed on to him and wouldn't let him leave the tent. Letting all pretense go, Saunders confessed that she had secretly been in love with Terry for a long time.
Unsteadly, she started undoing the buttons of Terry's shirt, then her own. They made love long into the night.
The next day, it was business as usual. Terry was sure that Saunders remembered everything and had been embarassed by it. She treated him even worse than usual.
Their mission was not going to be easy. Crane looked out form behind the wooden crates. Terry was impatient..."Well?" he asked.
Crane's grey brows furrowed. "It seems to me, Captain, that if we string the cable around the entire pile and send a negative charge through it, that might be enough to contain the energy field. However, this is just speculation. We just don't know enough about this meteor to know what might happen."
"But you are sure that this entire area will go critical in an hour if we don't do something about it, right?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure about that." Crane replied. Terry thought for a moment. "Well, then let's go".
The glowing bolder loomed menacingly at the group as the they moved forward, dregging the heavy cable with them. The team approched it causiously and formed a loose circle around it. "Closer" shouted Crane above the hissing. "We have to tighten it up. As they did so, Terry felt his skin tingle, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over his body.
Crane, sensing this, said "Don't worry about that. Your bodies are getting younger, but only by a few days". Somehow this didn't calm Terry's nerves.
The hissing begun to get louder. Soon it turned into a rumble as rock and dust erupted out of the bolder's middle. Then the earth shuddered. "Look out!" someone shouted. That was the last thing Terry remembered. The bolder exploded in one huge burst of energy. The shock wave threw the seven people about as if they were leaves in a tornado. The deafening noise stopped all at once, and it was quiet.
Terry awoke amidst a pile of broken tree limbs and dirt. He gathered himself up, and checked to see if he was okay. His shin hurt, but that was it. The only other thing he noticed was that his clothes felt too loose on him. Attributing it to his dazed state, he put it out of his mind and began to make his way back toward the center of the blast. Somewhere, someone coughed. "Thank God somebody else has survived."...he thought. He stumbled out of the woods at last and yelled..."Is everyone alright?". But already, something wasn't right. He didn't recognize his own voice. "Who the hell said that?" was his first thought. It sounded like a young boy.
"We've done it!" came Crane's reply. "We've stopped the chain reaction. The explosion snuffed it out." Terry limped over to where Crane was. Crane had her back to him and was hunkered down inspecting the rubble. Then she stood up and turned around. Terry gasped....for fiftyish Crane now suddenly had the look of a woman half her age, mid-twenties at best. Crane looked at Terry's reaction with amusement.
"Yes, Captain, out success didn't come without a price. The explosion cost us some years of maturity, approximately 23 years as near as I can calculate. But, it was well worth the lives of some 100,000 civilains, don't you think?"
Terry did some fast calculating of his own...."Hmmm...we've all lost 23 years. Let's see, that would make me.....Oh my God!.....I'm fourteen". He looked at his hands. They were definately smaller..... I'm only fourteen years old!"
"That's right", he heard Crane say, "And boy do you ever look it." Crane was right. Terry's mature, muscular body had shrunk, and been transformed into that of a skinny teenager. But, at least he had fared better than Saunders.
Out she came from behind broken, wooden crates, mad as hell and , apparrently unaware of what had happened. "What the hell was that, Crane?"she shouted, "you said there wouldn't be an explosion." She looked over in Terry's direction, then said, "And who the hell let this kid into a restricted area?"
"That's no kid"...the voice came from the now youngish Tolhman. "THAT is our illustrious leader, Captain Stuart. You see, Sgt. Saunders, the explosion caused us to de-age...like chipped paint being scrapped from an old building. You are now, permanently, 23 years younger than before."
Saunders stared at him blankly...and then suddenly realized how much shorter she had become. Her eyes widened. She reached up and grabbed the front of her now enormous blouse and, holding it out...looked down at her bare, totally flat chest. "Holy Shit!" she exclaimed. Quickly, she turned her back to the others and tugged at the string tie of her pants. A quick inspection below the waist confirmed the worst. In the dimming light, she gazed in awe at her vagina. It was bald...beautiful..childlike. "Oh shit"...she said softly, a quaver in her voice, "I've gotten so young, I'm not even in puberty anymore."
Slowly, she turned back to the waiting group and, for the first time, her smooth, cherub-like face revealed the little girl she had become. "But..but..I...what will happen to me?"...Her child voice sounded whiney..."I..I mean my commission in the army."
Terry looked at her sadly and said.."That won't make any difference. "You're still a Sgt in the army," he still couldn't stand his new voice, "And you will treated with the respect of your rank."
"Not Hardly"...came a voice from behind a stand of trees. It was Shirley Dawson. She emerged from the woods, walked up and stood beside Saunders. Shirley had had a few more years on her than she had let on. Now in her early twenties, and minus the middle-aged spread, she looked gorgeous. And to emphisize this, she had removed her bulky fatigue jacket and donned a tight fitting O.D. green t-shirt. Shirley had always been jealous of Saunders for gaining Terry's affection instead of her. And now it was evident she was enjoying this turn of events. She turned and nearly stuck her large breasts in the poor girl's face.
"Don't kid this kid, Captain. The army is made up of men and women." She looked down at Saunders with contempt. "There's nothing in the manual about recruiting children, and right now, I'd say the Sgt. here is more child than woman."
Saunders felt humilliated. Dawson's remarks stung her like a slap in the face. "But..but.."I'm not a child!"...she stammered..."I'm a woman..."at least I am inside this damned adolescent body!".
"That's enough, Dawson!" shouted Terry.
Shirley left Saunders side and sauntered over to where Terry was standing. She was now taller than him, which was disconcerting enough, and then she said, "Now..now..Terry, I know that you and the Sgt. here had a...what shall I call it...a FLING! Tell me now, would you really rather date a little girl when you could have a real woman like me instead? I mean, sure, you're kinda whimpy now and all, but I still think your cute."
Terry's face flushed from embarrassment. He pushed her away...."Not now Shirley. We've still got two missing crewmen, and they could be lying somewhere hurt. Everybody fan out and search."
They did so, and, almost right away, found the Lieutenant. Now a dazed 17 year old, he seemed okay. It took a lot longer to find Will Hunt. And when they did, no one recognized him. Will Hunt had talked alot about losing weight. But, over 205 pounds all at once was never the plan. Under a pile of boxes they found him....all of 45 pounds and some 6 years of age. Always the tallest of any group, Hunt stared up in amazement as his six friends stood towering over him. "Oh My"..was all he could say.
They returned to base amidst the stares and stiffled giggles of they're compatriots. What to do now? For some of them, they're lives would never be the same. Crane and Tohlman went straight back to work, as did Lieutenent Smith. Shirley Dawson took a two week leave and headed for Puerto Rico.
Will, Terry and Saunders (who finally revealed her first name to be Cathy) were offered positions in intelligence. The army thought this was a grand idea. Will Hunt declined, stating he wanted to go home to live with his mother, and, that's what he did. Terry and Cathy, seeing the writing on the wall, reluctantly agreed, and moved in together into a small house located on the base.
Terry and Cathy moved into a small apartment together off base. There was quite some adjusting to get used to. Terry as the oldest (now 14) wasn't even legally old enough to drive a car. He opted to work in infiltration, using his new youthful look to it's full advantage.
Cathy,(once thirtyish and handsome, now about 10 years old) went into research on the "youth stone", experimenting on ways of turning it into a military weapon.
As the months dragged by, the couple settled into a routine of sorts. "Will you miss me?" cooed Cathy as she prepared to leave for work.
"Well, that all depends on how long you plan on being gone." said Terry in his usual low key way. Cathy sat her bag down and walked over to where he was sitting. "Don't look for me before 9:00 o'clock tonight. We're getting close to a breakthrough."
She bent over and kissed him and felt his body tighten. She knew Terry's 14 year old hormones had kicked into overdrive. He was moody, sullen and Cathy tried not to notice when he spent a little too long in the bathroom. 'It is normal', she thought. As a woman, she understood his problem. But as a under-developed female, she was just not ready, physically or mentally, to help him out. On a few occasions, she had used her hand to give him pleasure, but that had seemed to only make him angrier. So, she had stopped. She kissed him again and said: "Hang in there, Terry. "I know this hasn't been easy for you." Cathy turned and headed out the door.
Terry got his coffee and had just settled back down on the couch when he heard a knock at the door. "Cathy's left her keys again" he sighed and got up. He trudged over and opened the door. Much to his surprise, there stood Shirley Dawson. She was dressed in black, skin tight pants. This was topped off by a halter top that showed plenty of cleavage. She looked positively scrumptous. "Hey lover boy"...she started...."I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would drop in and say hi."
Terry was speechless for a long moment, but recovered quickly enough to return the hello and invite her in. Once settled on the sofa, Shirley launched into a long story about where she had been on her lastest adventure, but Terry was not listening. She was so beautiful, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Whenever possible, he sneaked peaks at her cleavage. The halter strained against the push of her enormous breasts. The material was stretched to it's limit, revealing an unobstructed outline of her nipples beneath. She caught him looking and stopped talking. Caught in the act, Terry's face turned beet red.
"I-I'm sorry"..he stammered.
Shirley, of course, was not the least bit offended. A knowing smile crossed her face. She had wanted this for a long time. For her, it was a game of conquest, and Terry had always had the will power to resist her advances. But, that was the "Old" Terry. She had him now, and there was nothing this younger version could do to stop her.
Shirley shifted her position on the couch until she was right next to him and took his hand. It was so small. "It's alright Terry. I can imagine what you must be going through, trapped in that body with all those hormones raging. Remmember, we're friends first. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. Her perfume made him light-headed. His will was weakening, melting into waves of passion.
With all his might, Terry summoned what maturity he had left, and slowly pushed Shirley away and stood up. "I-I can't, Shirley. "I love Cathy. You know that. And I would never do anything to hurt her. "I hope you understand".
She looked at him and sighed..."Well, okay"..'he sure was a tough little son of a bitch', she thought....'But this bitch is tougher'...."Do you mind if I get a glass of water?"
"No" he replied, "Help yourself".
Once she had exited to the kitchen, Terry breathed deeply and recovered somewhat. 'Whew, that was close'....he thought. He knew exactly what Shirley wanted. 'Just another trophy for the old collection'. Funny, it had always been the age difference between them that enabled him to fend her off. And now that same age difference was betraying him. When she had kissed him, it had turned him on in a big way. He would not be able to control himself for much longer. He would have to get rid of her...think up some excuse to get her out of the apartment.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Shirley was not getting that drink of water. She walked over to the utensil drawer, opened it, and pulled out a sharp knife. She turned it in hand, and saw the light reflect off of it. Her face suddenly darkened, her brow in deep thought. "It's time to get serious", she said, and pointed the knife towards her stomach.
Carefully, Shirley place the blade under the material of her halter top and started cutting. She worked at the tied knot until there was just a strand of material remaining on one side. A light tug would finish the job.
Terry still stood in front of the couch as Shirley came back into the living room. 'Think of an excuse'...he thought...'anything'. But it was Shirley that said.."Well, listen Hun, I've got to get going. "I'm sorry about what happened. "Will you at least give me a hug goodbye?"
"Sure"..he replied and thought...'what harm could there be in that?'
He stepped forward and embraced her. He did not notice the slight pulling motion of her hand. When she stepped back, Shirley's halter top suddenly burst open. Out popped her huge breasts in all of their glory. Terry mouth dropped open and he stared speachless as Shirley went into her act.
"Oh my God"...she yelled.."This can't be happening"..."I've got an important meeting in twenty minutes, and there's no time to change." She ran over to her purse, and pretended to rifle though it. Bending over, her boobs hung down, looking even larger than before (if that was possible). They jiggled this was and that as she moved. Terry was transfixed. What was it about women's breasts that could move a man so? A warm tingle started in his spine and raced up his back. He felt him self getting hard. The pajamma bottoms he was wearing was not hiding it very well.
Terry had not seen a woman's breasts in over 8 months, and Cathy was at least a year from getting hers, and it would be years before she would fully develop. His head swooned. Shirley finally put down her purse and turned back to the boy. "Do you have a needle and thread around here?".
"Yeah" he finally spoke.."There may be one in Cathy's vanity, I'll go look." He was glad to get out of that room. Quickly, he went into the bedroom, and began searching through the dresser. When he straightened up, he caught his reflection in the mirror. He was weakening, his will to resist slowly draining away like water through a cracked pitcher. He didn't dare go back into the other room.
So lost in thought was he, that he didn't notice Shirley come up from behind him. She was naked. There eyes caught each other in the mirror. Terry didn't move. She put her arms around him and pulled off his t-shirt. Terry stared at his skinny, hairless frame. What does she see in me, a boy of fourteen. She could have any man she desired. He felt the warmth of her breasts against his back, and her hot breath on his neck.
She place her hands on his chest and began rubbing in large circular motions. Lower and lower, she worked her hands down until they went under his belt line. A weak.."no"..was all he could muster. Her fingers explored the tufts of his pubic hair, and then finally touched his flesh. It was rock hard. Terry drew in his breath and let out a soft moan. He felt dizzy. She grabbed the sides of his pajamas and pulled them and his underwear slowly down to his ankles. There was no fight left in him. He wanted her! Now! He turned and faced her. She drew his head into her warm, soft, pillowy chest. He didn't resist, and nuzzled against her. His lips found there way to her nipple. He kissed it gently and opened his mouth wide to explore further. He could feel her nipple harden with each lick of his tounge. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. This was heaven. Terry didn't care about anything anymore.
Shirley knelt down in front of him. She grabbed his penis and rubbed it against her cheek. Closer and closer, she worked it to her mouth. Terry's newly formed penis was the smallest she had ever held...but.... of course...she had never seduced an adolessant before. She brushed her lips against it and then began licking the shaft slowly, like a cat cleaning itself. Terry couldn't stand it anymore. He bent down and pushed her to the floor. He lay down on top of her, her body bigger and a mismatch to his, but he no longer cared. The passion of a thousand generations welled up inside of him.
He took her, as slowly as his impatient boys body could stand it. Then exploded in one giant rush of emotion.
| Fountain of Youth Stone - part 1 |
| An Army team is responsible for destroying a mysterious meteor, with amazing side effects. |
| Fountain of Youth Stone - part 2 |
| Fountain of Youth Stone - part 3 |
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