A Brisby White Shower on Stage
by tannim
April 20, 2011

	Teresa backed away from the stage.  She couldn't go out there yet.  The boy that had gone out twenty minutes before her was still there, though she could only recognize that it was him because she had watched the whole thing.

	She moved out of the way as the boy's mother went past her and stood quietly by when the woman came back, leading a girl past her off stage.  The girl had been a boy, then he was a girl.  Teresa wasn't sure what to call him... or maybe her, IT, anymore or what to make of the little one's tears.  Not only had it lost its gender, it had lost its age too.  He had started at about eleven but the new girl he had become looked no older than three.  The whole scene left her feeling upset.  She was supposed to go out next.

	Teresa's own mother joined her and pushed on her back, shoving her forward towards the stage. "Come on, Teresa, it's your turn now!"

	"No! I don't want to do this!" She fought back but the older mouse easily held her off.

	"Yes you do, because I want you to.  It's not that bad.  You'll enjoy being young again." Mrs. Brisby sighed in longing.  "I know I would... Now you get on that stage!"

	Cynthia came out with a thimble of water.  She saw the fun and hurried over to push on her older sister's lower legs.  When Teresa felt it she squealed and told the girl to stop, only encouraging her little sis to keep it up.  The smile her mother gave for the help encouraged her more.

	Together they hauled the young mouse onto the stage, where she stood paralyzed with fright before the large paying audience.  A chubby older mouse woman, the same Teresa had watched change the boy with her magic, approached her.  Mrs. Brisby stepped back, but Cynthia stayed and watched curiously standing right next to her sister.

	"So you're our next show.  A pretty little waif, but you're not dressed righ... Oh, and who is this?" She crouched and pat Cynthia on the head. "Are you joining her for the performance?"

	Cynthia looked up at her sister, then back to her mother.  She hadn't watched the past show and had no idea what was going on.  It sounded fun though and Teresa obviously hated the idea so she had to like it.

	"Ok!" She clapped her small paws together.

	"Very well... Would you like to help your sister strip?  She's far too overdressed for this." The chubby woman clinked with her jewelry as she stepped back.

	Mrs. Brisby and Cynthia easily tugged Teresa's clothing off.  Though the girl finally fought to keep them on when her skirt slid down to her ankles.  Grasping at the cloth did nothing to stop it though and she found herself naked before a large audience.  The males whistled and clapped, the females smiled and laughed at her.  A few of the males stroked themselves lewdly while trying to catch her eye.

	She didn't even get to keep the bow she wore in her hair.  For some reason that made her feel more naked than having her body displayed for the strangers.  She felt tears welling up in her eyes and felt the eyes of the others all over her.  The mouse flinched from the broad fingers of the stage mistress stroking her small but visible breasts.  Her arms came up to cover them but were pulled down by her mother a moment later.

	"No, Teresa, you have to put on a show. No hiding them..." Mrs. Brisby pet the girl's ears. "I think she's too tense.  She needs something to relax her."

	"Teresa always takes showers when she gets upset." Cynthia volunteered, then flushed at speaking up.

	"What a perfect suggestion...  And you may help her shower!" The chubby woman clapped her paws, making a pretty metallic clicking of her rings, and the males of the audience all stood up.

	They came on stage in an orderly line, their eyes on their young feminine prize.  They circled the young mice and they stripped without waiting to be told.  Teresa flushed even deeper and backed up, only to step forward when she bumped into a big male rat.  She avoided looking between their legs, but Cynthia didn't.

	The younger mouse stared with open amazement and enjoyment at the twelve stiff rodent dicks surrounding them and the pretty balls hidden in a pouch below each of them.  "Wow! They're a lot bigger than Martin, aren't they, Teresa?"

	"Yes, and they're going to give you a nice shower.  You help scrub your sister, Dear... Oh, and you are free to help the shower heads all you want... that means you may rub any of the boys there." The woman's voice said from somewhere behind the men.

	Cynthia clapped and stepped up to a short and chubby rat.  Her small paws wrapped around his large shaft, large compared to her anyway, and awkwardly stroked it.  She'd explored her brothers a bit but was still a bit unclear as to how it worked.  He didn't seem to mind at all though.  His hand wrapped around her's, his other hand stroked down her bare chest and fondly squeezed a nipple.

	The little mouse girl shivered, it felt weird, but still fun.  The masculine scent in the air was neat but overwhelming.  She turned her head as she pumped and watched the other males stroking themselves quickly.  More stood behind them rubbing much slower waiting for an opening to fill.

	Teresa jerked around and tried to find a way out.  She didn't want to be there, didn't want what had happened to the boy happening to her.  A fear that they would make her into a boy built in mind but even more so was the fear that they'd take her newly developed breasts away from her.  The fear of being raped was there, but she wouldn't let that out at all as if they were going to they would have already.

	A quick dash and crouch between a tall rat's legs was caught and she was pushed back to the center with Cynthia.  The little girl giggled and dashed just like Teresa had.  The males let her out, and then back in.  It opened a lot of fun for the smaller mouse.  She walked between the males' legs and looked up at their anatomy curiously.  Their balls were fun for her to squeeze and pat, she enjoyed watching them swing, their butts were different from her mother's too.  The variation of their bits were interesting, as were their different manly scents, but she hurried back to the center around her sister when she heard the first grunt and the first yell.

	A stumpy rat had cum first, spraying over the taller mouse.  His cock twitched and spat four loads of cum onto her back before Teresa had realized what happened.  She yelled when she turned to see what it was and saw the last spurt of nasty spunk flying at her face.  Cynthia loved it though, even more so when the next rat came, hitting her little body instead of her older sister's.

	More grunts sounded, with the release of the first few spiking the lust of the others.  All around the two girls the men unloaded.  Cum flew and splatter over them from ears to toes to onto the ground when they missed.  Each only supplied a little bit, but as more came it added up to plenty.

	The chubby woman grabbed the spent males and pulled them out of the circle to let the next in.  There were plenty waiting, with more still unable to get onto the stage.  Those who hadn't been able to get into the main room had waited relatively patiently just for a chance to join in, and they were welcomed in as more were needed.

	Cynthia laughed at the fun sticky male sap soaking into her fur.  She looked up at Teresa, the main target, and frowned that she didn't seem to be enjoying it nearly as much.  The order to scrub the shower into her sister's fur flashed before her thoughts and she scooted closer to do just that.

	"Come on, Teresa, this is fun!" The younger mouse hugged her sis, squishing the cum between them.

	While Teresa didn't react, Cynthia went ahead and rubbed the musky thick stuff into her fur anyway.  The older girl shivered with the touch, but the friendly hands made it ok.  She jumped at an unexpected pinch at her inner thigh and for the first time laughed.  It really was like a shower together with the naughty play.

	Cynthia's small paws massaged the cum into her fur, as she would have lathered soap in at home.  The feeling was... gross, but as it went it felt a bit better.  Teresa rubbed her sister back, lethargically at first then with more interest.  She forced the thought of what was really happening around her down so she could focus on being happy with the other girl in their shower instead of being covered with nasty male stuff by countless men.

	Around them the rats and other rodents pumped their cocks furiously.  Their women joined in, helping to stroke some of them and even fingered their bottoms to encourage quicker shooting.  They wanted the show to continue on and the streams of the white the shower to stay steady and strong.  All of them watched the two children stroking and rubbing the cum into their fur.  All of them enjoyed that dirty shower immensely.  All except Teresa.

	The older mouse girl tried hard to ignore what was happening, but the hot rain of musky male sap got into her eyes and ears and everywhere else too much to forget about.  She massaged it into Cynthia's fur like she would soapy water but water didn't have that texture or strands sticking to her when she pulled her hands away.  It would have been fun, or could have been, had she not seen what had happened to the boy before her.  If she could ...

	Cynthia's finger's slipping into her cunny, making her forget all about the boy.  They were covered in cum and slid in easily all the way to her thumb.  The smaller mouse pushed harder, amazed that her fingers had went in so easily and watched her older sister's eyes widen in surprise at the paw popping into her fully.  They shut just as quickly when a load of semen hit just above them and she had to keep them closed as it ran down her face followed by several other eager shots.

	Teresa wiped her eyes, smearing the cum over her muzzle just enough to stop it running down her eyes, and pressed her hands to Cynthia's small flat chest trying to push her away.  The other mouse giggled and reached up with her free hand to tweak the budding breasts at their perky puffy nipples.  Inside the older girl her hand pushed further and rubbed around inside.

	Cynthia really liked how the hot female interior felt around her hand.  The slick muscles clenched with pleasant pulsing from Teresa's heartbeat making the channel feel alive.  She felt more cum slicking up her own back and giggled as she lifted her tail while pushing her hips up to get some cum onto her own pussy.  The younger mouse wondered how it would feel to have Teresa's hand inside, if only she were small enough to fit.

	Behind all the squirming and grunting males the chubby host danced and clinked her jewelry together.  She sang a pretty song that nobody paid attention to.  The melody was soothing, like a lullaby, but to Teresa's ears it had a bad harmony behind it.  The pulses of her heartbeat quickened to it and seemed to thump harder with each passing line.  Cynthia felt it, but she was enjoying herself too much to notice it as she finally pulled her hand out and rubbed them both over her older sister's chest and belly.

	Small hands squeezed the cum into Teresa's small breasts and encouraged the males to make more for them with the hot sight.  Cynthia massaged the other mouse more than she intended to with her fingers pinching and rubbing the stiffening nipples constantly.  She found herself pressing her own flat chest to Teresa's belly while she worked the two budding mounds and wondered at the overpowering urge to suck one.

	The older sister pushed Cynthia away after she licked some of the cum off. "No, Cynthia, that's gross, don't lick it!"

	"Why not? It tastes like Martin's." The little girl licked her muzzle.

	Neither noticed the white shower had finally ended, though a few of the males were still pumping furiously to try to get one last spritz out. Teresa pushed Cynthia further away and tried to stand, but she slipped in the cum and fell onto her butt spread out for the audience, and for one last load that shot over her belly and thighs.  She was feeling weird, not bad, but not good either.  Her pussy itched badly from the memory of her sister's small hand inside it.  While she still wanted to get away, she knew it was too late.

	The boy before her had been sprayed with cum too, just before his change.  She was terrified that it would happen to her.  The tingles of intense arousal she was feeling between her thighs told her it would.  Her eyes darted about, looking for anything that could help, she saw her sister and the men, but then saw the chubby woman watching and still dancing and clapping her paws.  They drifted back to Cynthia and watched the little mouse scrub at her own cum covered pussy with a deep red flush under her cheek fur.

	"You can't change both of us!" She squealed, not wanting it for Cynthia as she didn't want it for herself.

	The chubby rodent stopped and looked thoughtful.  "Perhaps you are right.  You may both choose then.  The best choice gets to happen.  Which of you should regress?"

	Cynthia had no idea what was happening, only that an intense lusty need was building inside her groin. "Ohh... I feel funny"

	Teresa clenched her thighs too, trying hard to ignore her lust engorged vulva looking so open and wet. "I... I don't want to change!"

	"Perhaps the audience should choose then." The woman glanced back at them. "How about it, who would YOU like to see ... and at what age?"

	The females called out that they could already see both girls.  The males laughed and yelled that they could only see two sperm soaked rugs.  On stage the woman laughed and stroked the ears of both girls.

	She held a hand over Cynthia.  "This one is quite pretty.  Such a nice chubby belly and cute ears...Perhaps her?"

	There were some who answered yes, but most said no.  Cynthia looked up, confused by what they were talking about.  She enjoyed the sticky stuff soaking into her fur, though she was getting less fond of the musky smell associated with it.  When the woman touched her ear she leaned up into it, her cheeks flushed at the chubby comment.  She wasn't fat, though she did wish that itch between her legs would go away and ground her sticky thighs together to ease it.

	The woman went on "You are sure?  I think she'd look sweet as a toddler don't you?" She lifted a hand and pretended to be surprised by a lack of agreement.  "Well, surely you couldn't want to see this tall semi-developed young lady here lose everything she's grown into!  Could you?"

	There were more laughs, while Teresa's cheeks burned brightly and her head hung.  A female asked what development and Teresa's head jerked up angrily.  She was proud of her breasts! Even if they weren't huge yet.  Her hips were curving and widening just like her mothers, though not quite as far.  She crossed her arms, then uncrossed them and made a face at the male sap coating them.  The smell really was getting strong, as was the burning need in her loins.

	While the audience bantered back and forth, both girl's fingers dipped between their legs.  Neither sister could resist rubbing their needy fully aroused clits.  There was a puddle of moisture under Teresa and another, smaller, under Cynthia.

	"How about Teresa at One year old?" They heard the woman ask.

	"Too young, then we can't do anything with her... well, much."

	"She wouldn't get to appreciate it enough." A lady rat said contemptuously.  "She'd have to be at least three."

	"I think she'd enjoy it more at four." An effeminate male suggested. "Lithe young four, big enough for fun, young enough to be pretty, and she would have a clearer memory of what she'll be losing."

	There were murmur's of agreement around and the big rat on stage stood over Teresa with her hands stroking the girl's angry and blushing ears. "This one at four years old then?"  She smiled broadly at the young mouse.  "That sounds just right.  Don't you think, Teresa?  Oh, don't worry about being too hot there.  You'll never ease THAT lust." As she spoke she clinked her bracelets against both ears and the stage shimmered a bit in the light.  "It'll make you so much more eager to present yourself to all the nice men you'll be meeting later."

	Teresa felt the panic rising.  She felt that deep lustful itch blossom all over her body as full sexual need.  A near orgasmic feeling fluttered throughout her muscles making her tremble all over as the power flowed through her.  Trying to speak yielded only a cute squeak while her jaws locked.  Her insides felt... good, but oh so wrong.

	Cynthia sat up, she was still confused as to what was really going on, but the look on her sister's face scared her.  The other girl's mouth gaped, muzzle forming a nice O with her teeth indenting the top just a bit.  Her eyes were wide but it didn't seem to be from horror, as far as the young mouse could tell.  She saw Teresa's pelt rippling all over her body, as though she were cumming hard.  From the powerful horny itch between her own legs, Cynthia thought it might be an orgasm.

	She leaned forward and tapped Teresa's arm, her hand jerked back at how hot the mouse was as well as how squirmy her insides were.  Her sister slowly changed before her eyes, so slowly she didn't notice at first, but steadily.  The rest of the audience, as well as their mother, watched with her as her fur shortened under the cum soaking into it.

	Teresa's legs clenched together then pushed out towards the audience again.  She didn't even notice her sister's concerned look or the touch.  Her vision was blurry and obscured by cum dribbling down into her eyes.  It burned at first but then that pain went away while her heat built up from her groin.

	The mouse's arms diminished first right, then left.  Every muscle inside each arm just shrank and pulled her fur in with it.  Her once nearly mature limbs became those of a child stuck on her not quite adult body.  They were so small and thin on her larger form, but she just held them up and stared at them as though knowing they were different but not understanding how.

	Teresa couldn't think straight.  An intense feeling of loss and sexual need kept her from concentrating or putting a real thought together.  Her tiny arms jerked up to her chest when that area too felt wrong.  She looked down, scrubbing her eyes with her cum soaked shoulders.  Her breasts, her beautiful breasts sagged as she watched.  Both hands cupped them, trying to prevent them from leaving her.

	She pinched her nipples and tugged but her grip felt so weak!  The nipples stretched while the mature tissue forming the mounds under them retracted into her.  That far too potent sexual pressure in her loins built further and she let go of her girlish nubs to try and release that lust.

	The audience, and her sister especially, loved watching her reach for her pussy with her arms only to find them too short.  She had to hunch down to reach it, but Cynthia leaned closer and pushed the other mouse back upright.  Instead, the younger sister's hands stroked over Teresa's clenching sex lips.  The squeal that escaped the older mouse's throat wasn't too intelligent, but it was full of passion.  Cynthia giggled at the other girl's thighs clenching around her hand and she wiggled two fingers inside the hot wet slit.

	Teresa shook her head no as the pleasure built.  The sticky cum seemed to get thicker as her fur shortened a bit more.  Along with her fur though, her legs diminished before the crowd's delighted eyes.  Her pretty toes splayed  and the bones inside retracted first.  The small pretty digits had a rubbery limp look to them until the muscle shrank to match the bone.  Her pelt wrinkled a bit before it too caught up.  The changes taking place all over her body were happening faster with Cynthia's fingers diddling her sister.

	The pleasure built higher, but still wouldn't release.  Teresa's belly swelled visibly as her legs narrowed and shortened just like her arms had.  They lost half their mass in nearly a minute, then more as the change continued.  Her torso finally joined the reduction with her spine reducing each vertebrae separately.

	Intense near orgasmic tingles bloomed all up and down her spine, running through every muscle and nerve ending.  The girl's eyes fluttered shut and open and shut and over and over, she couldn't stop the rapid blinking or a pretty tremble to her lower lip.  Her eyebrows clenched with each blink only to jerk up with each open.  Teresa needed the pleasure to stop, to go away, anything.  It was too much for her new body.

	As the pleasure grew, so too did her belly.  She looked newly pregnant at first, then nearly full term before her torso had even stopped changing.  Her body soon looked to be that of a four year old, but her head was still quite adult, save for the larger eyes.

	Cynthia looked at her sister in wonder.  The big sister she'd always known looked even younger than Timmy!  She was so cute with with hugely pregnant belly and the flat puffy chest.  The mouse's semen soaked breasts had become semen soaked soft lumps of baby fat.  She wanted to touch them and that thought made her look down at her sister's powerfully spasming pussy clenching around her fingers.

	Teresa's sex still looked adult too, she noticed.  The lips were full and clit was still as big as ever.  She pulled her fingers out and rubbed over that pleasure button, then jumped back at a sudden gush of fluids squirting out of her sister's little body.

	Cynthia stared open mouthed at the powerful jet of clear cum squirting from her sister.  It sprayed out against the floor of the stage and splattered onto the audience in the front row.  The size of her belly grew even as she ejaculated hard in orgasmic release.  At first the formerly younger mouse couldn't figure out why and it wasn't until she looked away from the amazingly productive pussy that she noticed Teresa's skull resizing to match her body.

	All the mass accumulated with growing older had changed to, Cynthia wasn't even sure what, but it all gushed out with that blissful release.  She felt her own pussy still itching like mad and desperate for attention, but she still focused on her sister.  Her thighs squeezed her pussy between them as best they could, which helped a little, but watching Teresa squirting so heavily was making her want to rub herself again.  Since she couldn't figure out anything to make the other mouse feel better, she finally gave in.

	Her hand, still coated with sticky, damp male cum, slid over to her own sex and traced around her clit.  Some of Teresa's juices had washed her fingertips cleaned and that girl juice too entered her when she could no longer resist slipping them inside.  She heard the audience clap at the new addition to the show, but she didn't care.

	Cynthia's eyes stayed glued to her formerly older sister and that slowly diminishing belly.  The pregnant look deflated little by little with her continued squirting and the puddle on the stage grew to a sizable shallow pond.  More gushed out and Teresa's eyes screwed shut from the strain of too much pleasure for too long.  Her pussy lips had stayed as full and large as they had started, throughout the rest of the age regression, but as her belly emptied, it too twitched and shrank.

	The stream of female cum squirting out of her sex made the lips quiver while they tightened her sex.  Each wobble and jiggle drew the eyes of  of the crowd as well as Cynthia.  It was beautiful to everybody to see her outer labia shrink and snug up against Teresa's groin.  The lips thinned out as they pulled up tighter, leaving her inner lips long and visible and pretty and pink.

	The stream made the thinner flaps dance while her young legs squirmed constantly in too much bliss.  Tears streamed down Teresa's still adult muzzle as she managed to watch her pussy change from an inviting mature sex, with hints of mature hair growth around it to that of a child.  The hairs only she recognized receded back and took maturity with them.  Each inner lip retracted the same way and shortened until they really were inner labia and hidden by her outer folds.

	Teresa's moist cleft shortened from ass to to clit.  Cynthia stroked her own clit rapidly with her gaze running over her cute little sister.  Her mind was racing with thoughts about being older and how pretty the new little girl was.  The wrongness of Teresa's large head only served to make her cuter while the mouse's pubic mound puffed up and protruded downward more.  She wondered how it felt to feel that amazing pleasure for so long and giggled drunkenly at the tears of joy running down her sister's muzzle.

	That her own pleasure had peaked, yet continued to build didn't even occur to Cynthia.  Her needy sex and body demanded her fingers keep working despite the powerful sensation of climax always running just a bit further away.  The audience's attention split, for a moment, when they noticed Cynthia's pretty tail leaving a trail in the cum on stage despite the girl not moving it.

	Like her sister, her tail grew shorter as the magic stole the age from it.  The trail was visible to those further back from the stage more than the those at the front, and those at the front kept their gazes securely on Teresa's lovely young pussy tightening further as her pubic mound finished thickening with youth.  They didn't notice Cynthia's toes splay wide and twitch before her foot bones shrank too.

	The chubby mouse girl held her mouth open from her own constantly growing pleasure and gave the audience a deep moan of pleasure and of loss.  She didn't feel the loss, but her moan sounded mournful as well as lusty.  A tear slid down Cynthia's muzzle without her even noticing it as she rubbed at her clit.  All the pleasure, the sight of her sister's skull reshaping before her eyes, and the cooling drying cum crusting in her fur kept her from feeling the subtle pops of her joints and muscle and bones shrinking.

	Unlike Teresa's regression, hers happened at random.  The stray magic she'd accidentally absorbed hit her strongest over her right leg and arm and they both regressed faster than the rest of her did.  Her fingers spread wide like those of a grasping baby on her right hand, making her look down suddenly in frustration as that stopped her from pumping her clit.

	Her eyes went wide at seeing her arm four inches shorter than its twin.  That she couldn't close her fingers made her panic.  Cynthia looked out at the audience for help only to see them touching themselves to either her or her sister.  Glancing back stage showed the magic woman gently stroking a boy's cock as they both watched.  Her cheeks reddened as she thought it was her brother but it wasn't.

	It was something to focus on other than what was happening to her though and she stared intently at the woman's fingers stroking the small erection jutting up.  The older mouse woman smiled and let go, licked her fingers, then made a turning gesture with her hand.  Cynthia's head and gaze turned with it to stare directly at her sister.

	Teresa's head had regressed nearly to that of a full four year old.  The young mouse's eyes were slightly larger and stayed that way throughout the remaining regression.  At last, though, they too followed the rest of the little mouse's body and lost their adult size.  Like all mouse ears, however, they stayed a bit large for her new youth and even through her panic Cynthia found them adorable.

	Teresa herself found thinking hard.  She couldn't concentrate.  She couldn't form a real thought beyond simple concepts.  She looked along the sticky messy stage and giggled brightly.  The cum still squirting out of her pussy made her tilt her head curiously and rub her small hand in it just like the bigger mouse next to her did to her own slit.  It felt funny and she looked up unashamedly at the audience.

	A thought nagged at her, vague memories of wrongness and loss, but it felt good and nobody was yelling at her.  Everybody seemed so happy and the air smelled so intriguing.  The little girl found herself paying more attention to Cynthia next to her and playfully splashed some of her own regression based cum at the other mouse trying to get her to play.

	When Cynthia didn't say anything or even stop staring at her, the four year old humphed unhappily.  The other mouse did look funny, Teresa thought.  Her right arm was half as long as her left and her right leg was as well.  The skin looked so loose on both though.  Wrinkles that she couldn't help but crawl over and tug at curiously.

	Teresa held her tail high while she crawled, much to the enjoyment of her audience, and kept her pussy and ass fully visible while she explored.  She still had her memories, but they were clouded and everything seemed much more interesting, especially her suddenly older sister's changing body.  The swelling in Cynthia's belly, so similar to what had been in her own, made the little girl pat it with a happy laugh.  Her interest got in the way of the chubby mouse touching and easing her needy pussy and though Cynthia tried to get at her sex, she couldn't.

	The regressing girl kept trying to rub at her sex with her younger arm instead of her still mature one.  Teresa's small muzzle pressing to the swelling belly and small rubbing hands got in the way no matter how the older sister moved.  A large hand gently scooped the younger girl off to the side a bit to give the audience a better view, but Cynthia didn't notice.

	Cynthia's right arm, her preferred arm, was fully regressed before the other arm and legs were even halfway through.  She didn't think to use her other hand and soon the lack of stimulation to her pussy made her whimper in discomfort.  Any thoughts of how good the powerful never ending orgasm must have felt for Teresa were washed away with her own endless need and pleasant sting of too much of a good thing.

	Her cunt felt like when she'd sat on a powerfully vibrating water pipe.  The buzzing had made her feel so good at first, but then so bad.  The young mouse's pussy clenched and relaxed, desperate for anything to penetrate it.  Cynthia's racing mind flashed a picture of Teresa's own sex just like that just a while ago.  Her eyes teared when she realized that her sister wasn't going to return the favor and get her off too.

	Both hands reached down to guide little Teresa, but only the left could reach.  The lustful regressing mouse caught one of her small sister's hands and pushed it roughly between her thighs.  She ignored the protests while shoving it in.  Ignored the girl's attempt to jerk it back out, then smiled at the amazed giggle a moment later.  Feeling Teresa's resistance changed to enthusiasm made her feel a bit better, until that little fist moved around around inside.  Cynthia didn't think of anything after that.  A powerful feeling of happy sexual relief filled her.  Her mind clouded and everything seemed so... big and bright.

	A dull pulsing roar filled her ears from her still mature heart pumped through a rapidly shrinking body.  Her much more sensitive nose took in the musky scent of sex all around her as her muzzle regressed too.  Cynthia's focus shifted purely to the small arm unsteadily feeling around her pussy while the rest of her changed.

	Both ears, and her entire head, gradually changed as well.  Only her eyes stayed close to the same size, looking much too big for her face when they stopped regressing.  They could barely focus on her much smaller muzzle anymore and instead drifted off to the cute little mouse in front of her.  

	Teresa's curious touches kept the fire of lust tamped down, but it didn't stop it from building in the background in her body.  The regressing mouse squeezed her small thighs together and shivered with the relentless buildup in her belly.  Pleasure from it tickled her all over but the pressure focused in her womb.  Just like her formerly older sister, it too bulged as she regressed.  Cynthia needed to cum, even as her spine popped loudly.

	Cynthia's mostly flat chest narrowed, the fat melting off and making her womb pulse.  The three year old in front of her paused in her rubbing to press her ear against it, then looked up at her rapidly regressing sister.  Both arms had fully changed and all that remained was shrinking fast.

	In the audience whispers grew louder as they tried to guess how young she would become.  They were interrupted by a loud squeal from the changing mouse.  Her pussy erupted, just as Teresa's had before, with a powerful stream of girl cum.  The three year old had brushed Cynthia's clit just right and finally set her off.

	Both mice were amazed by the gushing girl juices, though Cynthia couldn't think much of it as the pleasure fully buried her mature thoughts.  Her clear cum, soon to be all that remained of her maturity, sprayed out in long jets.  With her position, she sprayed only the floor but as a laughing Teresa lay down in the growing puddle, Cynthia slowly lay back.

	Her sister pushed her arm deeper into the convulsing mouse cunt and laughed happily at each warm squirt drenched her.  Some of the close audience members were splattered by droplets, but none minded.  They watched the cubbish lesbian incest lustfully while the formerly chubby mouse's spine and torso finished her regression around the other mouse's arm.

	Cynthia looked around confused.  Everything felt good, but so good it hurt.  She was peeing, she thought.  She could feel the fluid gushing out of her tiny hole.  She squirmed at it and found something in her body down there held her in place.  Where she was and what was happening were just vague impressions as she clenched her thighs around the arm stretching her hole.

	Adult hands lifted her shoulders upright and Teresa came into view.  The three year old tugged at her arm where it disappeared into Cynthia's sex.  Both girls stared at one another, the audience stared at them too.  Cynthia had become very small, slightly more than an infant but obviously younger than her sister.

	"I think this mouse looks so much prettier as a Two year old don't you?" Smiles of approval broke out as the chubby woman told them Cynthia's new age.  "She's still pumping out quite a lot, isn't she?  Miss Brisby, would you like a sample to take home?"

	The mother shook her head, no, while her daughter whimpered from the orgasmic strain.  Cynthia's womb still bulged and she continued to squirt.  Miss Brisby pulled at Teresa's hand and let the audience know just how tight her other daughter was when it came out with a pop.  Her newly two year old daughter squealed at the pressure release.  A gush of trapped clear fluid ran out and left her lovely pussy quivering and open for several seconds before it closed again.

	Both little mice were still sticky with drying cum from their earlier showers.  Their fur was matted in places where some had dried but others were still very much damp.  Each could smell the musky stuff but neither noticed it anymore after their changes.  

	"I missed my little girls to hold and play with." Miss Brisby rubbed down Teresa's flat chest and smiled.  "But I think they'll be happier spending time up here with their brothers before they go."

	She turned Teresa, the chubby mouse turned Cynthia, and the all watched Timmy and Martin being led in by two attractive female rats.  The boys were not bound in any way, and Timmy was following Martin rather than the rat, but they looked reluctant to be on the stage.  Only when they saw their mother did they relax a bit.  The two semen soaked little girls didn't register as their sisters at all.

	"Mom?  What's happening?" Timmy looked uncertainly at the young sticky mice, then especially at the audience.

	"Huh?" Martin shook his head as the attractive rats left and then gaped openly at the cum soaked floor and cubs. His gaze ran over Teresa's naked body and stopped at her still wet sex. "Wow!  Hey, who are they?" 

	Their mother smiled proudly, both her sons were showing arousal, though Martin was already fully ready.  She pushed Teresa over to her brother and ignored the whine of protest.  Martin took a step back when he noticed how messy the little mouse was but looked up at his mom curiously anyway.  Miss Brisby took his wrist and lifted it to rub over Teresa's flat boyish.

	"These girls are looking for a good time, Martin, Timmy.  They want to spend it with both." Teresa jerked her head around to look at their mother, that didn't sound right, but she did want to have a good time.  Cynthia just giggled while the Chubby woman holding her massaged her nipples.  Miss Brisby pat her Teresa's cum crusted ears soothingly as she continued.  "I know you both will have a wonderful time with these two fine boys.  They have two big treats just for you!"

	Both little girls perked up at treats.  Their mature memories had long gone, though impressions remained.  Martin and Timmy looked very familiar and felt safe, Timmy more so than Martin for some reason, and each timidly scooted closer.  Cynthia, toddled awkwardly and fell forward just before she got to her older brother.

	Just hearing the offer was enough for the older mouse boy.  The cum surrounding the naked little cubs was more than enough proof that their mother wasn't joking and he made the audience very happy after catching Cynthia.  He ran his hand over her small body and cupped her chubby pubic mound.

	Timmy was more uncertain but once he saw his big brother do it he nervously copied the fondling along Teresa.  Unlike Martin, Timmy's boyhood hadn't fully stiffened, but it did moments after slipping a curious finger into the girl.  It felt so hot and inviting and she made such a cute noise he quickly forgot about the audience and any embarrassment.

	Martin had to crouch to feel his little sister, happily having no idea they were related, and gave her a sample kiss.  Her eyes went wide at it, then she laughed happily and tried to imitate his kiss.  Both little thighs clenched around his hand while he wiggled his finger into her and he frowned a moment later.

	She really was tiny.  After her sister's fist had popped out earlier she'd closed up to a tight two year old flower with the last of the transformational magic.  He had a hard time even getting his finger in, and she seemed very uncomfortable from that.  Cynthia didn't know what he had wanted down there, only that it was funny and uncomfortable feeling.

	Timmy had a much easier time with his sister.  Three year old Teresa had a bigger body and a more workable girlhood to go with it.  While Martin struggled to get even his finger in, Timmy had let Miss Brisby guide his stiff member right in.  He was a little too distracted by his mother's hand on his ass and dick to notice the younger mouse watching him as though trying to remember something and probably wouldn't have noticed even if he weren't.

	Teresa's squeak of surprise when he entered her was cute and sounded just like the other toddler.  She clenched her thighs together around him but they couldn't keep his boyhood out.  It didn't feel at all bad for her, or even too tight.  It just felt really funny and tickle-y and different from Cynthia's hand.

	Timmy gripped her hips to position her better, then  found his rhythm.  In and out of the moist mouse cunny.  Her inner sex gripped him weakly but felt wonderful doing it.  The boy looked over her flat boyish chest and marveled at how similar it was to his own compared to how Teresa's had looked the night before.  He wondered if she knew his big sister, then didn't worry about it.  Her pussy squeezed all those complicated thoughts out of his mind while he worked his hips.

	Martin sighed and lifted tiny Cynthia up to his muzzle.  The girl playfully grabbed his ears and laughed while he flicked his tongue over her nub of a clit.  He did enjoy the way her thighs twitched as though wanting to open and close as the same time, but he wanted more.  A grunt from his brother drew his attention again and again he wanted the bigger girl.

	Setting the two year old down on the really sticky stage, he tried again.  Martin's erection was too fat to enter the chubby tight sex even with his spit soaking it.  Her mild pussy taste and texture had left him wanting more but he wasn't about to hurt her by forcing it in, even when all he could do was to rub his very tip along and between her soft nether lips.

	Their mother crouched next to him and stroked Cynthia's chest then squeezed something slick onto Martin's erection and over the tiny toddler's sex and along her ass crease.  The audience was quiet, overall, as the attractive mouse stroked her children.  They were hoping to see the bigger boy enter the smallest mouse, but she disappointed them.

	"I think you'll find the other girl has a nice ass you can fit into, Martin.  Your tails can fit into this one instead.  I think she'll enjoy that."

	Timmy's pleasured focus on fucking his sister was broken when his brother appeared behind her.  The older boy pushed her forward and tugged her tail up.  A squeal of protest escaped Teresa's mouth before her face tilted up from strain.  Having her ass probed for the first time, at any age, wasn't something she was comfortable with.

	Timmy was about to complain when his brother finally popped his tip in.  The younger boy immediately stopped caring.  His immature lover's cunt clamped so much tighter around his erection from the invasion in her ass.  A yelp of discomfort and another hard clench followed when Martin popped his tip out and back in again.

	Teresa wrapped her arms around Timmy and held on tight.  Her ass hurt a lot and the older boy went too fast for her to adjust at first.  Only when Martin heard her cry out did he realize he had to go slower.

	Their mother stroked Teresa's ears and told Timmy to speed up.  She held little Cynthia in her arms as her youngest son did and everybody was surprised at how the three year old responded to the renewed shafting.  Her pleasure blocked much of the pain after a few moments.  The tension in her body faded and Martin found he could enter much easier without hurting her.

	While the boys and their sister were enjoying themselves, Miss Brisby crouched with her youngest daughter next to them.  She held Cynthia on her lap as she sat down next to Teresa's feet, then caught both Timmy and Martin's tails.  With the toddler leaned back against her belly, the mother mouse guided Martin's tail to her well licked sex.

	The little girl squeaked cutely at his narrow tail tip sliding inside.  She squirmed at her loving mother pressing it a bit deeper before letting out a happy laugh a moment later.  Her young sex clenched around it.  Miss Brisby pulled the boy's tail out and slid it back in several times to get her tiny daughter used to it.

	She looked up at her son's both thrusting awkwardly into their other little sister.  Teresa's was a lot shorter at three and the boys really had to crouch to get in.  A quick suggestion to pick her up made their legs straighten, but it also made them struggle to hold her up as she, too, squirmed from the pleasure and novelty of their incestuous sex.

	The strain to hold their sister would make them take longer, she knew, and the audience would get a much better show.  Their mother turned a bit so the crowd could see Cynthia's chubby mound holding the tail inside before pressing harder on Martin's tail.  Ignoring the grunt from her son and another from the tight toddler in her lap, Miss Brisby pushed it against and through Her daughter's hymen.

	The adult mouse pressed her muzzle to Cynthia's cum soaked one in a kiss to quiet the girl from being deflowered, but her hand never stopped working the boy's tail in and out.  She still held Timmy's against Cynthia's belly, but that would wait a bit longer.  The girl needed to calm down from the first hole before she experienced anal penetration.

	Teresa panted hard.  Her breath was ragged from the strain of taking both older boys at the same time.  The ache in her ass faded, though, and left her with a wonderfully full feeling.  It felt like she had to do something private in back and made her pussy clamp tighter around Timmy's shaft.

	Each time Martin pulled out the three year old felt that urge to go fade only to come back again stronger when he slid back in again.  Her tight ring clenched and relaxed constantly with the invading incestuous mouse dick and she found it rather pleasant after a bit.  Having both boys bump against each other through the thin inner wall was very unique for her and Teresa would have enjoyed it even if she had been her original age.

	She couldn't hear her sister's squeaks of pleasure, only the sound of her own small heart racing at the intense inner stretching and thrusting.  It overwhelmed her quickly and pushed the small mouse to a strong orgasm around her brothers.  Timmy had the best view of her face as she came and he loved how Teresa's muzzle screwed up in unexpected pleasure.

	His dick felt her cumming too with the firm contractions rocking her cunt around him.  He was building toward his but still had a way to go.  Martin seemed just as far off with his hips rocking in speedily.

	Their mother watched in approval, along with the rest of their audience, and  continued working the tail into Cynthia's sex.  The toddler cooed happily at it and didn't complain when Mrs. Brisby's pussy juice slicked finger stroked over the girl's tiny anal ring.  A bit of pressure made her daughter frown but that frown left her face the moment her mother stopped.

	Mrs. Brisby caught Timmy's bouncing tail and dipped it into her own pussy before pressing the tip to her ass.  The lusty mouse woman's cunt juice  made it just slick enough to slip past Cynthia's incredibly tight ring.  A push, a whine, a whimper, and the audience clapped at the sight of that sexy cub taking the two tails.

	Cynthia cried a little, at first, but once she got used to the weird feeling of having her ass penetrated she just laughed instead.  Both of her mother's hands worked the two tails inside steadily ustil she'd built up to a rapid rhythm. The noises coming from all of Mrs. Brisby's children kept her own sex drooling along her legs and floor.

	She watched the two boys driving each other onward toward their releases while driving Teresa to another one.  She watched first Timmy stiffen and cum into his new little sister, then enjoyed watching Martin finish in her butt just a bit past a minute later.  All that thrusting and grunting had paid off for them all, even and especially the two regressed girls.

	Cynthia pulled her arms tightly to her flat chest and gave the audience a lovely view of her immature orgasm face when she came from her brothers' tails.  She screwed up her face similar to Teresa but held it, and her body, stiff for a few seconds longer from the pleasure.  Her mother's hands never stopped working the tails and she worked the little girl to as powerful a first orgasm as she could.

	Timmy didn't want to stop, but his cock softened quickly and made him slip free.	  He still enjoyed rubbing Teresa, though he glanced down, with Martin, at thee other cub wiggling on their tail tips.  Martin kept thrusting into the sweet ass until he too went soft.  It all felt so good to all of them.

	Their audience stood up and clapped, most with erections plainly exposed.  The chubby older mouse woman joined the others on the sticky stage and clapped with the audience.  With the show over she said a final speech.

	"Wonderful, Mrs. Brisby.  A wonderful performance.  Perhaps your sons would like to join us for the next one." She asked the audience what they thought and the comments made the mother mouse  flush with pride, and a hint of greed.  The stage host rubbed both boy's butts while walking around them before continuing.  "Until then, let's hear it once more for our pretty young newcomers!" There was more clapping and hungry gazes before they calmed down again for the  woman to continue. "You may take your new... friends home with you, boys.  Be nice though and I know you'll enjoy your turn."

	"Oh, they will be.  I think we'll have them back eventually thought.  Doesn't it sound fun to come back her, Martin? Timmy?" Mrs. Brisby looked from one to the other patiently.

	Both boys pet their three year old sister and laughed at feeling their tails slide out of Cynthia.  They were all to ready to agree with how good the show had felt.  Coming back to fuck another pair of girls would be even better, especially since until then they could take home the two very young mice they'd already gotten to know.

	They couldn't wait for their turn, whatever that meant.
