The Pleasure House of Nimh
by tannim
August 6, 2007

This story contains acts that may make you uncomfortable including cub sex, age regression, gender transformation, childhood characters, and a made up name for a popular character.  You've been warned.

Age Reference
Miss Brisby ?? to 3
Teresa 14 to 7 to 4
Martin 12 to 7 to 5
Cynthia 7 to 2
Timmy 6 to 3

 	Miss, formerly Mrs. Jonathan, Brisby sighed happily.  She stared out over the wheat field from atop the stone near her home.  It had been two months since the rats of Nimh had helped her and her family relocate to the other side of the big stone.  With the curve of the stone over her home the plow had left it untouched, nearly untouched anyway.

	She laughed quietly to herself while watching her children play at the base of the stone while remembering.  Their Aunty Shrew had insisted on setting a rather ugly planter she made from a discarded bottle cap.  It had been knocked over and swept away.  The shrew had been quite angry about it but her children had actually cheered the plow on!

	The mouse woman smiled into the pleasant summer breeze as it blew her cloak.  She touched the chain around her neck.  She had given the red stone to Justin before he left, but she had kept her late husband's amulet and the chain it hung from.  Her paw clasp it lightly feeling it's hard presence like it was Jonathan she were holding.  The blowing wind blew a bit heavier through her fur and drew her away from her thoughts.

	The medallion around her neck was warm, the breeze was cool, her cubs were happy. Life had become so much less stressful since Timmy had recovered.  Her eyes dropped to see him and his siblings.  The younger boy was following Martin and chasing their sister's about with something on the end of a stick.  Martin seemed like he was enjoying it but Miss Brisby could tell Timmy just wanted to play with Martin.  Whether or not he actually enjoyed the game did not matter.  Cynthia ran away with her sister laughing and giggling, it was just a fun game to her.  Teresa was the one keeping the scene going.  Whatever it was that Martin had on the stick it was something she really wanted to get away from.

	"Hey! Stop it Martin! I don't want that anywhere near me!" The older mouse girl yelled back at her brother without turning.

	A motherly sigh escaped Miss Brisby and she climbed down off the stone.  It was a bit of work climbing down the creeper vines that clung to it but she enjoyed the exercise.  After four children she wanted to keep her figure from turning into that of Aunty Shrew!  As she hopped off the base Teresa ran behind her and hugged her under her cloak.  She pat her daughter's sweaty face and turned to stare at Martin.  He had stopped running and held the stick behind his back.  Timmy and Cynthia however just kept running and both tackled Teresa to fall in a heap at their mother's feet.

	Miss Brisby could see the nasty old wad of gum on the end of the stick.  It was taller than Martin and he had only hidden the stick by holding it behind his back.  "Martin.  What are you hiding there?"

	"Nothing..." He spoke hopefully. Not noticing her meaningful glance at the stick and gum poking up behind him.

	"You know you're not supposed to chase your sister with nasty things from the humans!"

	"I wasn't..."

	It was a nice afternoon for the Brisby's, relatively peaceful and full of parental stress and childish fun.  In Thorn Valley however, different situations of more dire consequences were unfolding.

**** ****

	Justin shouted orders, the twelve rats with him tried to put off the raccoon as it thrashed around the growing rat village.  Two buildings under construction were already completely lost.  The Raccoon stopped inside both of them for a while.  While that gave the sentries time get help nobody could figure out what the beast wanted.

	The rats were not very interesting to the raccoon. He didn't attack them, he simple jumped over them on ran around them. His motives were as clear as the sweet scent of female in heat wafting in the air.  His musk and desires were lost on the rats though and he crashed past them into the main building. Their archive of precious things they had brought from the Rosebush.  Sparks flew as the large animal tried to dig for the female he could smell so strongly.

	While Justin and most of the rats were trying to drive the Coon off, two other rats were stealing into the archive.  They stood and waited, knowing the destruction would come there.  Both had worked hard to get this incident to happen, though one more than other.  Denton, the fatter of the two, stood as far from his partner, Jasper, as he could.  The fat rat had a paw waving in front of his blotchy black and pink nose, trying hard not to smell the other.  While it had been Denton's idea, Jasper had done the rather dirty, and very aromatic, work of collecting the lure for the raccoon.  Jasper was skinny and rather weak, but he was a fast runner.  His legs made up for his weak arms and being skinny had proved a valuable asset to the female raccoon he had found in heat.  She'd been very lonely and only too happy to give her essence, for a bit of service.

	"I wish he'd hurry up and destroy this building, I want to be away from here!"

	"Are you SURE you took a bath after you collected the lure?"

	"What? I told you I did, didn't I?" He sniffed and looked away "I don't smell a thing."

	"Yes, I'm sure you don..." Denton cringed at the crash and ran towards the most structurally sound supported spot in a corner.  He saw the coon's large bulk fall through the ceiling and crush the case holding the stone they were after.  "Hurry! Now's our chance!"

	Jasper ran to grab the red sparkling gem and was picked up by the coon.  It held him up and sniffed deeply.  The wild animal spun around, knocking even more debris down all around and causing havoc as it darted past the rats.  Nobody saw the stone in Jasper's paws, except for Denton.  Justin didn't even glance at the fat rat.  There were Nimh rats everywhere now, trying to figure out what to do even as the raccoon finally left carrying Jasper off.

	"Huh, I wonder why it took Jasper like that.  Poor guy, coons have never bothered us before.  We'll have to try to get him back!"

	Denton volunteered "I'll get him. He's my friend! You get cleaning, and try to get those sparks stopped before everything catches fire!"

	Justin opened his mouth to reply but there wasn't much else they could do.

****   ****

	As the city recovered, Denton met Jasper as he crawled along the path at the edge of the rat city.

	"Did you get the stone?"

	"Ohh... all..." He took a deep breath and rubbed at his rear "3 of them." The skinny rat gave the red stone to his partner. And went back to rubbing.

	"Fine, good, let's get back.  We should never have left the rose bush, now with this we can go back and join the others.  Those mice will pay for forcing us to leave!"

	Jasper collapsed onto the grass.  "I need to rest... so sore..."

	"I told you to wash"

**** ****

	Nicodarius stared at the spinning crystal, turning his head this way and that. The sparks it gave off were always in the way of a clear picture.  He sighed in relief when he saw what he was looking for. "Good, Jasper and Denton have have retrieved the stone.   They should be here by tomorrow night.  And after that... it will finally be time for this dreary place to be livened up again.  If only for a while"

	"Finally. It's been so long since I've gotten any relief!" The stumpy fat black and brown spotted rat sat back in a chair made from a molded tin can.  His robe fell back exposing his over indulged belly.  Like Nicodarius, Russel was fond of the abundant food that had been abandoned in the Grain Storage area.  They both wore discarded Councilman robes and lived in the remains of the old Rose Bush Base.  The whole thing had been Bulldozed over, but as deeps as it was and as well built as it had been a few sectors of the old base were still intact.

	Their electricity still came from the farmer's home and Nicodarius had used it to create something new.  He held and rubbed it as he walked past the other rat on his way to the room they had prepared.   It was a deep jade stone, similar to the one given to and given away by Miss Brisby.  He smiled as he pet it like a living animal.  The rat was quite proud of it.  He stopped rubbing it when he arrived at their future entertainment site.

	It was next to the Grain Store, they had been using it to store spare equipment before the move to Thorn Valley.  While the back of the room was collapsed in it was still big enough for what they had in mind.  The room was bare, except for two benches on either side, and a small mouse sized chair in the middle.  He licked his lips and ran his paws over the seat.  The back was open except for a small bit at the top.  It could be reclined back to make it act as a table.  There were cuffs on the arm rests and the split foot stool that popped out when it was bent back with a collar around the neck portion of the chair.
	Nicodarius was proud of the chair.  While he wasn't nearly as wise as Nicodemus had been, he was smarter than many of the other Nimh rats.  He had made the chair himself, though Denton had helped, before he left to fetch the red stone.  He had made the new stone, which he wore around his neck, on his own.  It had taken him a few months before and two months and four days after the rats had abandoned the rose bush.

	"Soon, we'll be around our own kind again, but not before we make those. ..." He trailed off mumbling to himself as he went back to the library to rest.

	That night the four rats met up and prepared for the morning after.  

**** ****

	Timmy giggled with Cynthia at the sight of Martin covered in mud and dandelion seeds.  He looked like a big puffball as he sat on the side of the half dried puddle spluttering mud and seeds.  They'd tricked him into the puddle while playing and then dumped a candy wrapper full of the puffy white seeds all over him.  It had actually been Teresa's idea, but she couldn't be there to see it.  She was helping their mother wash the dishes under the leaking hose across the yard.

	"Hehe, he looks like a cloud, Timmy!"

	"Heeheehee, he does!" Both cubs were wiping tears from their eyes as they giggled and laughed at him.  Both rolled around in the grass holding the wrappers while enjoying themselves.  The pile of grass they had put in front of the puddle was a mess, but it kept them out of the mud.  More than Martin could say after running right through it after them just a minute before.

	"Thbbbpbbb! Ptew!  I'll get you guys for that!" Martin wiped mud from his face and looked back at his two younger siblings.

	They stopped laughing when they saw him glaring and squeaked in amusement before running off before he could chase them.  The bigger mouse spat out some mud and tramped back up to use the grass to wipe off.  He jumped as a voice nearby called out.

	"Now that wasn't very nice of them... was it?"

	Martin jumped back, falling on his tail in the mud.  The skinny rat stood over him.

	"And that wasn't very smart of you." The rat said as he and draped his tail over the boy.  "Go on, grab hold and I'll pull you out."

	Martin grabbed it and found himself hauled out onto the grass.   "Who're you?" Asking but recognizing the rat a Nimh Rat.

	The rat sat back on the grass and watched the somewhat chubby mouse wipe as much mud and dandelion seed off as he could.  He tried not to wince as his sore rump settled firmly on a rock.  "I'm Jasper.  My friends pulled a trick on me too." He made a show of sniffing his wrist and making a face.  "I don't think I'll ever smell the same." Looking back to Martin he smiled as winningly as he could.  "I bet you'd like to get your brother and sister back for that.".

	"Yeah! Mom's going to make me take another bath while they're still clean" Martin sniffed in annoyance, and to try to move a dandelion seed stuck on his muzzle.  He didn't flinch as Jasper's hand shot out to his face and pulled the seed off.

	"Would you like some help?  I can't get back at my friends, but I can help you with your brother and sisters, they'll be even dirtier than you are.  You don't even need to get cleaned up first."

	"Help?  You have something in mind?" Liking the idea of getting his siblings dirty too.  "What do i have to do." The boy wrung his paws together in anticipation.  He hoped Jasper's idea was a good one.

**** ****

	Martin sat by jar he and Jasper had rolled and drug out of the ruins of the rose bush.  It was a small thing, stolen from Mrs. Fitzgibbon's kitchen before the rats left.  The rusty lid they had left mostly buried in the rubble.  He watched the rat push it onto it's side in between two mounds of dirt at the edge of the field.  The insides were smeared with mud and murky water lined the bottom with an unpleasant odor.  Against the mounds of earth surrounded by the wheat it looked like a cave entrance.

	The boy rather liked the idea Jasper had come up with. He handed his large friend some wet leaves and the round jar opening became an obscured and more cave-like hole. Jasper handed Martin the final touch to the trap.  A sparkling little gem that gave off a pleasant blue glow.  A bit of old gum and the trap was baited.  The gem was stuck on the bottom of the bottle while the rest was smeared with more mud  to make it look like a light emanating from deep in a the dark cave when seen from the opening.

	Jasper stood next to the boy and they looked at it together.  It looked just like a tiny cave in a hill, especially to youthful eyes.  "Now, you just have to tell them ..."

**** ****

	"Wow, a magic cave?" Both Cynthia's and Timmy's eyes bulged wide as they listened to their older brother.

	"Yeah, it's a neat cave I found on the edge of the field when I was looking for you guys.  There's a light inside!" Martin's paws stretched apart. "The entrance is THIS BIG.  I went in a few feet but came back for something to carry these in..."  He pulled a peanut from his shirt and chewed on the the tasty meat in front of them.  Jasper had given it to him so the story would work.   "There are lots of nice nuts in there too.  Just like this one."

	Timmy tried to grab it but Martin was quicker.  The chubby mouse took a big bite and finished off half the nut at once. After chewing it and swallowing he turned his head away from them.  "Nope, you don't get any.  Not until you both say sorry for getting me so filthy!"

	Both little mice chimed out at once "I'm sorry for getting you so filthy."  Timmy added to it "And dumping all those seeds on you." Cynthia couldn't suppress a titter, which she was happy her brother decided to ignore.

	Martin sighed and tossed his nut towards them.  A brief  fight had Cynthia bopping Timmy with the nut and holding it up.  A big black bird plucked it out of her paws and they scattered. All breathing heavily as they hid.  Timmy hugged his sister "Good thing you held that up or it would have grabbed you!"

	The chubby male forced his paws steady as he stood up, a bit scared himself but not showing it. "Alright you scaredy mice, lets go see the cave."  He glanced up to make sure the bird was gone and hurried out into the wheat field.

	The field was still growing.  The wheat stalks and leaves all green.  A strong scent of damp earth and plant life filled their noses.  It was a nice soothing walk through the forest of growing wheat.  The small bugs they saw were nothing dangerous and the wind made the leaves rustle pleasantly.  The bird was soon forgotten as they made their way to the far edge of the field, the edge closest to the old destroyed rose bush.

	Martin saw the mounds and altered course so they'd come in by the side of them.  "There, right around here."

	Timmy scooted forward and smelled the odor from the water inside but the sight of the soft blue light made him forget about it.  "Oh, it's pretty."

	Cynthia stopped next to him and saw a peanut just inside.  "Yay, another nut!.  Come on, lets go".

	She and Timmy hurried in, heedless of what their mother had told them about going into holes.  Martin followed but stopped just at the entrance.  He yelled "NOW!"

	Everything turned sideways for the two in the cave.  Jasper yanked a twine rope and the bottle stood up on it's end.  The two young mice yelled in dismay and fright.  The stinking water and mud splattered all over them, both coughing and spluttering just as their brother had before.  Martin stood on a mound of dirt and looked down at them.  "Haha! Serves you right for mucking me up!"

	Jasper pat the boy's back "Oh, we're not done with the little trouble makers yet.  Wait'll we roll the jar around with them in it!"  He laughed at the look of mischief on Martin's face.  Together they pushed it over and rolled it along the grass before the two inside could get to the opening.

	Inside Timmy and Cynthia were crying. Martin heard them and stopped pushing, but Jasper kept it up until it was next to the hole they'd gotten the jar from.  The chubby boy hurried to the opening and pulled his siblings out.  He turned to Jasper to complain and found that the rat was holding the two mucky mice.  "Hurry, telly Miss Brisby to come here, and bring your sister too, I didn't think they'd get so beat up."

	The two mice didn't LOOK beat up, they just looked upset.  But that didn't stop Jasper from rushing them down into the old rat base.  Martin stood with mouth open, then hurried across the yard to tell his mother what had happened... leaving out parts of his involvement.

**** ****

	Miss Brisby stood at the hole with Teresa and a nervous looking Martin.  She was quite worried looking and held her son's paw tightly.  Teresa rubbed her mother's back.  "I'm sure they're fine, mom.  The rats won't hurt them."

	"There shouldn't BE any rats anymore, dear.  They should have all left."

	Nicodarius waited for them at the base of the hole, a slope with rough stairs carved into the dirt lead down.  He heard them and tapped his paw impatiently before calling up to them.  "Please, Come down, Miss Brisby, I'm sure Timmy and Cynthia would like to see you all."

	The mice climbed down, timidly at first but finding no real threat in the rat, other than impatience, they became more confident.  "Yes, I'd like to see them, please."

	Down in the hole she could see the remains of the formerly lovely rose bush base.  The bright lights were mostly gone, with only a fraction remaining.  With the lights spread thin it was gloomier in places than last time the mature mouse had come.  Sparks fell here and there from the ceiling where the lights were still working.  Miss Brisby decided she still didn't feel comfortable there, but that wasn't her concern this time either.  Her children again brought her to the rats, she wondered if Timmy would always cause her such problems but dismissed it.  Both problems weren't his fault.

	Nicodarius led them at a fast pace through the maze of collapsed and working tunnels.  At the end Brisby recognized the Grain Room.

	"I know where we are.  I was here before."

	"Yes, though you didn't get to explore then.  Here, let me show you something... Special"	 Nicodarius grinned and through the door open.  Miss Brisby gasped and stood staring in horror at her youngest son bound in place on the chair in the middle of the large room.  His fur was clean, his shirt was clean, his expression was scared and uncertain.  His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment while his sister was held between his spread legs.  Cynthia tried to pull her face away again but she was held firmly in place by the rat, Russel.  She had her mouth on his soft penis but she didn't want to have it there.  At her mother's gasp Russel let her pull her head back and turn. Timmy's soft boyhood slipped from her lips. 

	"Mamma!"

	"Mamma?"  Timmy's lower jaw shook, he was scared.  The little boy had already given up tugging at his bonds.  They were quite secure and he was too weak even to stretch them.  With his mother staring straight at him he felt very naked and exposed.  His shirt had usually covered everything and while he was used to her bathing him he didn't like being uncovered and unable to move at all.  

	"What are you doing to them?!"

	"Just a tastes of what I'm going to do to you.  And you will submit to us... or we'll have to enjoy your precious Timmy and Cynthia much more..." Nicodarius pointed to the benches.  "Sit!"

	Martin raised his fist only to find it grabbed by Denton who had slid out of the dimness behind them with Jasper.  Jasper held Teresa around the middle.  One paw sliding along her small but visible breasts.  She tried to bite him but found his teeth poking her ear. Any attempt to lower her head too much would rip it.

	Nicodarius's voice was threatening as he spoke again. "Sit. Now."

	Miss Brisby looked behind her at the whimpers coming from her children all around.  She took a deep breath and hurried oven to the bench on the right side of the room and sat.  Her jaws were clenched. Her paws gripped the bench so hard they hurt.  Her voice was strained as she called out to Martin and Teresa.  "Do as they say"

	At their mother's command the fight went out of the mice.  They allowed the rats to lead them into the room.  They tried to walk to their mother's bench but the rats pulled them to the other side. Denton speaking to them "No, you two stay over here."  He looked up to Russel after sitting the two down. "Bring her over here too.  They'll all be together while they watch the show."

	Miss Brisby's voice was trembling as she asked  "W... What Sh... Show."

	Nicodarius swept up to her with a dramatic sweep of his robe and pressed his muzzle to hers so their noses pressed together while he looked into her eyes.  "The show where we make you and your family repay us for the destruction of our lovely rose bush home and...our loneliness because of it!"  He pulled away and turned to face the cubs.  "You all brought Nimh here by causing problems for Jenner.  We wanted to stay here.  Thorn Valley is not nearly as pretty, or wasn't.  Jenner knew this, all he did he did for those who wanted to stay."

	The other rats nodded while they bound the cubs paws to the bench.  There was some slack in the rope though not enough to get their hands together.  The two bigger mice tugged them, Cynthia simply sat and looked down.  The taste of her brother's boyhood was still in her mouth.  She was old enough to know she wasn't supposed to do that and she felt quite bad about it. 

	The fat rat continued "You're going to bring us some happiness.  With these..." He held out the jade stone he had made and the red stone that had been made by Nicodemus.  "You should recognize one.  Oh yes, you should.  And it'll recognize you when we use them!"

	Nicodarius tossed the red stone lightly onto Timmy's belly and pushed it lower so it pressed against his soft sheath.  "Come here, Miss Brisby... Press your nose to the stone."

	Timmy winced at the pressure at first, but the gem was quite warm and pleasant feeling.  A smile formed on his muzzle from the gentle energy pulsing from it into his groin.  He turned to watch his mom as she got up and nervously walked over.

	The mature mouse looked at the stone and her son's naked boyhood with it and back to the rat. Seeing the rat's unamused and impatient expression she knelt down.  "I'm sorry Timmy, I'll get you free somehow."  She pressed her nose to the stone as asked and couldn't help but smell her son.  Her lower lip touched his sheath.  Miss Brisby tried to lift her muzzle a bit to stop touching it but she felt Nicodarius push her back down.

	"Take him into your mouth and hold him." The rat said sternly.  His claws dragging down her neck and under her cape threateningly.

	On the sidelines the other Brisby children watched in horrified fascination at what was going on.    They didn't understand.  They couldn't make sense of the insane logic the fat rat was using to justify his revenge.  They could understand that their mother was doing what she could to protect them.

	Martin looked to Denton standing behind him.  Seeing the rat paying attention to the motherly rodent the boy turned his attention to the ropes.  They were thick, made out of woven fishing line.  The cuffs they had been attached with were padded solid metal with a cleverly designed locking mechanism.  He tugged a few times and gave up.  Looking back he saw his mother on her knees with Timmy's soft penis in her mouth.  He felt really funny seeing that.  Not a bad funny... sort of a longing and jealous funny.

	Cynthia licked her lips, she wondered if her momma liked how Timmy tasted too.  While the girl had been scared before and couldn't enjoy what she had done with her brother's thingy she'd decided she liked it.  Apart from the rats making her do it and holding her.  She felt paws running over her back and under her tail, cupping her small butt, and tried to scoot away.  The ropes made sure she couldn't.   The small mouse didn't say anything though. She was worried about upsetting their captors.

	Teresa leaned her head down and bit at the fingers pawing her breasts.  She really didn't like the rat's attention.  Her thick dress prevented him from actually getting at them but it didn't make it any more pleasant.  She trembled when he muttered into her ear.  "Quit complaining and pay attention to what your mother is doing, mouse.  If you knew what was waiting for you, you'd be begging me to play with them." Her eyes went back to her mother and a blush burned on her cheeks.  She'd considered doing that to her brothers for the past few months.  Wishing to explore sexuality as she became more mature, though the situation kept her from feeling any arousal from watching.

	Timmy felt... good.   He liked having his mother holding his little bits in her mouth like that.  He looked up at the rat lowering the jade stone to his forehead fearfully, just like his mother watched him, but even that couldn't make him stop feeling good.  When the stone touched he felt much neater.  The tingling of energy coursing into him from the red stone changed to a deep intense burning itch that ran from his groin down his legs and up his body to his forehead.  His mouth opened.  His eyes clenched.  His mother gasped.  Timmy opened his eyes to see his mother wide eyed.  It took him a moment to realize why.  His soft boyhood had become as stiff as Martin's when his brother woke up in the morning.

	The youngest Brisby had never felt an erection before but could tell something was happening down there despite his mother's mouth keeping him from seeing it.  He looked up in shock at the rat leering down at him.  The rat was saying something but he couldn't hear it.  There was a loud ringing in his ears, it went well with the fire in the rest of his body. Everything felt different and he couldn't stand not doing something, anything to express the need.  He moved the only part of himself free to move.  His hips pushed up into his mom's muzzle, rubbing his stiff mouse meat against her the roof of her mouth.  It felt wonderful to him and fractionally relieved the urgency he felt.

	Everyone in the room but Timmy saw what happened as the stones shared their energy.  The red one supplying the power, the green one changing it.  The mouse's muzzle softened, the angle of his cheek bones and cheek ruffs shifting very subtly.  His eyebrows lengthened while his hair lengthened.  His lips thickened slightly, the knob on his throat shrank and vanished.  All the while his erection pulsed and drooled copiously into his shocked mother's slack mouth.

	Miss Brisby tried to pull back to speak but Nicodarius held her firmly in place.  He'd expected that reaction from her and hissed quietly into her ear.  "Enjoy your son's first arousal, mouse, it'll be the last he ever has... Like this."  A tear ran down each of the mother's cheeks.  'What were they doing to her son?!'

	Everybody including Timmy heard the popping of young hips re-shaping.  There was no pain for the mouse.  There was only an intense itch all over his body.  An itch that demanded his hips keep moving as another pop sounded around the room.  His shoulders had thinned out, his hips had curved slightly, his pelvis had widened the area between his legs.

	All the muscles on his body slimmed down, all the flat angles on his arms and legs softened until he looked like a girl.  The only part that didn't look like a female was between his legs bulging much bigger than before.  A fire in his small scrotum built to a weird feeling of loss as the seam down his sack pulled inwards forming a visible cleavage between his testicles.

	Timmy's testicles expanded a bit before contracting and being drawn up his body.  The lumps visibly deflated his scrotum as they left it empty.  Inside the boy could feel SOMETHING lengthening and swelling wider, thicker.  His prostate pushed down, his bladder moved up, his cleft deepened to join the swelling prostate, and suddenly Timmy had a girlish slit decorated with a fat swollen very male penis.

	His siblings jaws dropped, except for Cynthia, who simply watched with big eyes.  She'd always wanted a sister her age to play with.  The rats left off fondling Teresa and Cynthia while even Nicodarius's eyes gleamed with curiosity and pleasure at watching Timmy's transformation.

	Miss Brisby was the only one other than her son to not see most of the changes.  Her eyes were misty with tears of shame and hatred at being forced to molest her son like she was.  Ever more so for letting whatever was happening happen.  She felt something that drew her thoughts to her son, the intense pulsation of his maleness.  'He shouldn't even be half this size at his age' The thought came suddenly and she wished she hadn't thought it, but time for thoughts was short lived as he erupted and coated her tongue with his semen.

	Timmy trembled and hunched into the relief his mother gave.  The feelings were too much for the boy.  His toes clenched and breathing turned shallow.  All the intense burning itch built at one point just as his scrotum finished thickening into outer lips and his inner lips peeked out from the inversion of the scrotal cleft where the seam separated.  The fur on both lightly fell away like snow as the dam finally burst.  He jerked madly and the pressure, the itch, released.  His eyes were wide open in wonder, the pleasure was too intense for him to actually see or even make a sound, but he still saw such lovely colors shooting before him.  The first several pulses focused the bliss on just his groin, but then the feelings spread all over his body as his new female muscles contracted and spasmed for the first time and first orgasm.  He felt an intense draining at the same time.

	His mother found herself yanked back after the first several spurts.  She was wide eyed and blinking away the tears while she saw her son, or her daughter, before her in the throws of passion.  His  only male attribute shrinking rapidly as it continued to cover her face and chest in his sticky white leavings.  The spray was far from normal quantity and strength, as though his body were forcing all the maleness from it as fast as it could all at once..  At last the stream diminished, however, and Timmy's penis, back to normal size, drooled the end of his orgasm.  The softening didn't stop with the ejaculation however.  His cocklet went into his sheath, but his sheath pulled back into his body, fully exposing the little thing even as it became littler. The boy's urethra pulled down when his penis joined into his body.  Just the very glans stuck out and was hidden by his sheath as it formed his clitoral hood over his new clitoris.

	Timmy breathed heavily.  He, she, had no idea what happened.  Just a sense of loss mixing with a new set of feelings he didn't recognize.   The boy, or girl as his mind tried to tell him, looked down at his mother.  "Mamma?" His ears perked up at the sound of his new voice.  He looked around in confusion but then back to his mother.  "What happened Mamma?  You're all sticky... and smell funny"

	While Nicodarius took the stones off Timmy, his mother jumped up and grabbed her new daughter hugging her tight.  "I'm sorry, baby! I'm so sorry!"

	"Sorry about what?  What's wrong?" Timmy felt wrong, but not in any way that said he was hurt or sick.  He couldn't look down at his new body because of his mother hugging him.  The scent of his seed on her face was quite strong.  His semen was also the first male leavings to be smeared onto his new female body.  "I'm ok, Mom.  Don't cry!"

	The adult mouse looked up at the rat. "What have you done?!"

	Nicodarius held both stones, breathing on his jade stone and polishing it on his robe lovingly. "I'd have thought it was obvious.  You now have 3 precious daughters.    Of course we're not done yet.  We could enjoy your daughters as they are... but they'll be much softer and tighter a bit... younger."

	He slid a paw between mother and new daughter to caress Timmy's flat chest, rubbing along her nipples as well as teasing the mouse mother's own fully developed breasts with the back of the paw.  Timmy looked from the rat to his mother, uncertain how to react.  It felt nice, but as a former boy having his chest touched and bare had never been something he'd had to worry about.  She saw her mother's disgusted look however and decided he shouldn't like it.  The girl tried to pull at the bands holding her and found them a bit looser around her wrists and ankles.  "Please stop touching there." Not sounding at all confident or commanding.

	The comments from the former boy's siblings were colorful and threatening, but the rats took no notice of them.  Even Miss Brisby offering her own body for them use if they'd leave her children alone didn't move even one of the larger rodents.  Martin's threats were loudest, but it was from a fear of what they might do to him more than what they did to his brother.  Cynthia kicked her legs, rather bored at just sitting there but called out agreeing with Teresa yelling to stop touching Timmy.

	Russel moved away from the young ones and behind the adult mouse quietly.  He pulled her away, having to pull quite firmly to get her arms to slip off and both stumbled back with her hugged tight to him.  "You'll have plenty of time with her when we're done, mouse.  Just watch, you'll love this part."

	Nicodarius turned his jade stone around to show a dull colored backside.  There were two holes on the stone's lusterless rear and he slid the red stone into his robe pocket and two small rods tipped with a small stone each.  The stones were deep obsidian black and and intense amber.  These he screwed into the holes on the jade stone.  "While she's such a sweet little mouse now, imagine how she'll be as a three year old."

	With that the fat rat pressed the gem onto Timmy's forehead.  The two smaller stones hung down on either side of his muzzle just under his eyes.  The stones glowed softly.  They sparked violently and Nicodarius hurriedly dug the red stone out of his pocket. On the second violent spark the rat pressed it on the back of Timmy's head, directly opposite in position to the jade.

	The rat let go of both stones as soon as Timmy twitched in response to the energy.  The red stone held its place without his paw holding it while he stood back and glanced at Russel to make sure that the mother mouse was watching. He found his eyes drawn immediately back to his work and the lovely blue and orange sparks spraying from Timmy's small feminine body.

	A nearly pleasureless smile formed on Nicodarius's lips. He watched Timmy's body jerk in the chair reacting the powers mixing and, while he enjoyed the sob that escaped the mother mouse, he didn't really want to cause the former boy any pain.  His revenge was not a pain based one, but a psychological one,  for now.

	The small girl looked wildly about, tears in her eyes, she felt really bad.  A dull ache arcing through all her muscles and bones made her limbs jerk uncomfortable at the straps holding her in place..  A nasty POP sounded as her pelvis contracted visibly.  A vibrant blue and red-orange glow showing from inside her pubic mound and spilling pretty sparks out of her tight cleft.

	Russel let go of the mouse woman and loosed the leg bindings.  Miss Brisby just stayed on the floor, watching in horrified fascination at what was happening.  Nobody moved in the room after Russel released Timmy's arms and backed away.  Even the girl on the chair didn't move voluntarily as the changes ran through her body.

	Timmy's muscles glowed with the same light as still burned and sparked in her groin.  They visibly softened as the light increased, the limb definition of legs and arms, diminished as well. All four limbs shrank slowly, her paws retracting almost half an inch toward her body.  The girl's chest thinned out more in her ribs but her belly swelled some, the flesh around her middle and her pubic mound thickening with youthful chubbiness.  The small vulva drew in while her sex too reduced and tightened.  Her already small cleft little more than a cute tiny bit of cleavage between her soft thighs hidden with even softer furless flesh.

	Heavy labored breathing came from the child.  Her fear helped to make her changing lungs strain to give her the air to satisfy her new body.  The heaving of her chest made her heavy breathing louder and forced with the girl's mouth hanging open wide to try to get enough in.  All the while her pretty struggling to breath face changed as the rest of her body had.

	Timmy's cheeks thickened, her forehead thickened just a bit.  Both her ears seemed to enlarge slightly while their bases pulled down her head just a fraction. A sharp squeal shot from the child's mouth as her whole skull shrank under her flesh.  Despite having her head shrinking her eyes stayed at their original size, just like her ears, both of which looked oversized on her smaller frame.  Her eyes screwed tight shut as those too burned with the glowing energy coursing through her.  As the energy forced them back open a powerful beam of light shot out of both sockets and her mouth.   The girl deflated in her seat, a half inch shorter than she had been.  Sparks stopped falling from her genitals and face after a few seconds.

	There was silence in the room as the only things that hadn't changed about her was the ears, eyes, and tail.  Her tail looked too long for her size after the change, making her resemble a tiny rat.  Timmy sat shaking quietly with eyes wide in shock, quite out of breath after the ordeal. She had become a three year old.

	Nicodarius pulled the stones off and slid them into his robe again before grinning to Miss Brisby.  "That's the second payment.  You will make many more before we're through here.  Jasper?"

	Jasper left the three bound mice and picked up the little girl from the chair.  His fingers ran over her flat chest and down to rub that tiny cleavage between her legs.  Each light rub along that private new area brought a confused gasp or grunt from the toddler.  Her legs clenched to protect it but the rat had no trouble pulling them apart.  He slid a finger down and along her fat crotch and perineum to lightly rub her pretty tail hole.  While the skinny rat examined the age regressed mouse Russel had to hold tight to the girl's mother.

	Miss Brisby struggled fiercely against his grip until he whispered something into her ear.  The mouse woman went limp in his arms and her facial fur lightened just a touch as she went pale underneath.  Her eyes watered and she watched quietly.  After seeing them change her son so much she didn't doubt that the rats would rape the girl with more than just fingers if provoked.  Russel's  fingers ran under her cloak and around her chest, lightly massaging her breasts.  She stiffened a bit but didn't try to pull away or fight.  "Please don't hurt him like that." The mature mouse whispered.

	Russel spoke loud enough for all the Brisby family to hear "We're not going to fuck her now so long as you all behave."  He fondly squeezed the adult mouse's breasts, enjoying their pleasant softness.  They were larger than Teresa's by more than double with thick nipples from nursing all her children.  She kept quiet, Martin didn't.

	"You let go of them! Stop doing THAT to my mothe..." He stopped speaking at a look from his mother.  He turned away.  Knowing better than to try to complain against that expression.  His eyes betrayed him however and he found himself watching his mother and former brother being touched in very mature ways.  The only remaining Brisby boy felt his shaft poking his belly and glared at the rat behind him, though the rat didn't pay any attention to him.  Denton's eyes were on Timmy and Jasper sitting together on the bench on the other side of the room.

	Jasper had his small captive panting and whimpering in his lap.  With soft strokes of his finger between the girl's legs circling around her sensitive clit hood he kept Timmy from even thinking about what was happening.  The light attention on her new parts combined with her decreased age was too much for her to pay attention to anything but herself.

	Teresa found herself looking up at Nicodarius standing in front of her.  "W... What do you want?" She flinched from his paw but didn't resist as he cupped her muzzle and pulled it over to watch her mother.  Her eyes ran to her naked sister sitting next to her and back to the rat hoping he'd leave Cynthia alone.  The smaller mouse's bow was on the floor in the back of the room with Timmy's shirt.

	"Oh, I want you of course.  But more I want your mother to suffer seeing what we do to you." The rat enjoyed the fear on the girl's face.  His game of psychological suffering was amusing to him, though not so much to the other rats, they desired more physical payback.  Nicodarius ignored the glance at Cynthia and ran his fingers down the more mature mouse girl's covered chest.  "But don't worry, I'm not a cruel rat.  You'll enjoy it up to a point.  I'll even let your brother make you feel good before we start."  He nodded to Denton.

	The chubby blotchy nosed rat released Teresa's wrists and picked her up.  Chubby though the rat was, he had no trouble at all holding the teenage mouse over her brother with his hands holding her legs against her chest under her knees.  The girl squeaked loudly while in the air, not liking being held off the ground at all and tried her best to get back down.

	Nicodarius caught her kicking feet and pointed over to Jasper and Timmy with his tail.  "Quit your fighting on he'll get to use that girl skewer of his on your dear little Sister!"

	Jasper looked up after hearing that and drew his robe to the side so Teresa could see his two inch rathood jutting up rampant and ready.  "Go on, keep fighting, I'd love to find out how tight a three year old is."

	Teresa went as limp as her mother had at the threat.  She'd taken things into herself already while experimenting.  Large things really could hurt and she was familiar with how little such a young girl's slit would be.  She looked down at her brother while hovering over him, rather surprised by his cock just as ready as the rat's was.  The teenager felt her dress being pulled up to bare her hips and her facial fur darkened in a blush at the murmur of appreciation which came from Nicodarius at the sudden view.  The mouse had never worn anything under her dress before and she had not changed that practice before she'd come to the rats.

	The leader of the four rats kept his eyes on the mouse's bare groin.  Her thick nearly mature vulva a bit flushed, a hint of moisture glistening from it. "Your brother seems to be exciting you, mouse."

	The embarrassed mouse shook her head.  "N No! He's not!" She closed her eyes to block out her captors and her brother as well. In her mind though she saw the rat's length again.  To her eyes and species he was huge.  Her teen body interpreting things much different than her mind had lead to humiliation before, but never quite as badly as around the rats.

	Nicodarius ran a finger along her belly and barely let it glide over her damp lips. "So long as you are ready, it doesn't matter how."  He rubbed his finger onto Martin's nose and laughed at the curious look coming from the boy.

	Cynthia tugged at her bonds, "You put her down, naughty rat!"

	"But of course... Denton?  Put her down nice and gently."

	The skinny oddly scented rat took a step right and held Teresa over her brother.  With her tail draped against the Denton's chest Martin had a perfect view of his sister's tight anus and the back of her damp cleft.  He gulped and tried to think of some insult to give to the rats.  The only thing that came from his mouth though was a bit of drool and an meaningless trail of syllables.

	In the middle of the room Miss Brisby had her head turned by Russel to make her watch her daughter being lowered onto the small mouse cock.  The mouse woman sniffed and reached out towards them but Russel's grip told her she wouldn't be able to.  That grip combined with the threat to her Timmy kept her from even calling out.  The sight of a surprised but not at all uncomfortable look on Teresa's face confused her mother, but a paw rubbing between her legs and circling around her clitoris kept her from being too interested in what it meant.

	Cynthia watched along with Denton on the other side of the room with Timmy.  No more comments coming from the girl.  If her mother didn't speak out against it the sever year old decided she shouldn't either.  It DID look like fun to her though, judging from how Teresa reacted.

	Teresa's facial fur darkened deeply with all eyes on her as she was forced to do such a private act with her brother.  Denton lowered her down slowly, not sure if she had been opened before or not.  That she did not make any pained noises and he didn't feel any resistance suggested she'd already her her cherry popped.  Her breath increased her pulse with it.

	While she had penetrated herself with her tail several times in the past this was the first time she had ever had anything male inside her body.  She could feel her body responding but she didn't feel the fun feelings she could give herself from it.  Her inner muscles gripped Martin's boyhood pleasantly but the mouse had found to really get herself off she had to rub that special button at the top of her cunny.  The feeling of being helpless and unable to prevent what was happening reduced her enjoyment of the mating greatly but her body still responded to Martin's boyhood inside her.

	Martin grunted under her.  It was so weird not to be touching his penis yet still feeling such pleasant gripping around it.  He really enjoyed his sister's tight teen femininity sliding up and down that bit of flesh between his legs.  There was the discomfort of having Denton's belly pressing his muzzle into Teresa's back but even that wasn't so bad.  The scent of his sister's clean fur and natural girlish aroma tickled his nostrils, along with the fur strands themselves.

	Both mice made such sweet noises that Nicodarius felt much happier with how things were proceeding.  He shifted his robe to keep his erection concealed before giving in to at least a little temptation.  The rat slid his paws into Teresa's dress top under her armpits.  It was basically the same dress as when they had helped her just so many months ago, but she had bloomed a good bit more into her body, and it was tighter.  He had push firmly to slide his fingers in and cup her soft, though somewhat compressed breasts.  While they were not big they were nearly a handful for the rat.  After a few squeezes he pulled his paws out and gently slid a pair of scissors he had made out of two razors down the front to bare her chest.  Teresa was not happy but she turned her head away and found herself looking at Cynthia watching intently with head tilted to the side watching the up and down motion.

	The molested teen wished Denton would quit lifting and dropping her, but he seemed tireless with her small weight.  Her concentration was failing, "how long have I been taking Mart...," her thoughts were interrupted by a loud grunt from under her.  She felt his pulsing, she felt the wet heat filling her, she realized what happened and couldn't stop the words "Oh Martin..." sounding somewhere between surprised and disappointed.  Teresa couldn't tell why she felt disappointed though, a nagging thought about not waiting for her to feel good first was interrupted by her being pulled off the spent boy.

	"That will do, Denton. I think she's ready.  Seems her brother wasn't much of a stud, look at that disappointment on her face!" The rat seemed quite amused by her heavy breathing and flushed features.  Her scent suggested she was still quite receptive as she was bound to the center seat.

	Teresa swung her arms in protest while she was carried to the chair, but sat panting when she was in place.  Denton had no trouble pulling her arms to the straps and buckling them in.  Her legs were just as easy.  The girl's body was a jumble of signals demanding different things and nothing really got done.  She looked up, still breathing heavily as the stones were placed on her head just as they had been with Timmy.

	The jade stone had a different pair of small stones on it for her, a blue and a violet stone.  While the two small stones were different. The effect was similar.  Teresa groaned, the heat from her arousal and Martin's sticky seed inside her mixed with the energy  flowing out from the stones.  She looked up wide eyed at Nicodarius, as the rat moved back a ways, and around the room pleading for help with them.  When she opened her mouth her lips felt like they were on fire from the sparks that shot out.  Her matured features softened all over her.

	Teresa took a deep shuddering breath despite the vibrate sparks that shot from her mouth.  She looked down herself in a mix of horror and fascinated wonder while watching the changes she felt.  The teenage mouse's muscles diminished rapidly, far quicker than Timmy's had, though they had been better defined to begin with so had more to lose.  Her curved hips straightened, her feet shifting on the ground from the change of angle.  Shapely female legs straightened from the thinning muscles underneath and shortened as well.  A fire in her groin blazed and, just like her former brother, spurted sparks out of her.  The expulsion of the sparks felt good to her.  Each one feeling like a light flick to her sensitive lips and clit.  Her whole sex, still inflamed with unsated arousal from before, contracted and shrank.  At the same time her hips popped and thinned out.  Wide hips giving way to narrow keep the reduced girl place in proportion.

	The straps on her dress fell from her shoulders baring her pretty budding breasts.  It rested on her hips where the seat prevented it from slipping completely off her.  With fewer curves and skinnier body the dress was much too big.  Her tail flicked back trying to pull it back up her chest to hide her changing body.

	All eyes in the room focus on her, even her mother's flushed cheeks and eyes turn to her.  Russel was quite enjoying teasing the mouse woman.  He had her very close to orgasm but refused to let her go over.  Frustration and her current orgasm denial  from the teasing rat fingers kept her much quieter and more willing to passively watch with her body demanding attention.  The mother was always willing to give herself to keep her children safe, even herself.  Though her mind tried to tell her she was giving herself and losing her children, her body ignored it and gave into the fingers massaging around her clitoris.  Teresa's thoughts were on that pleasure button too.

	She watched her precious nub go from fully prominent begging for attention erection to a much smaller  unaroused bit of flesh hidden under it's hood.  Her breasts followed it.  Drawing back into her body quickly.   Teresa felt her heart sink at the loss of her three private best friends, puberty had deserted her.

	The mouse had been so proud of her budding womanhood.  To watch them desert her after she'd only recently gotten to really enjoy them, especially the size her breasts had grown to up to that point, was devastating.  She didn't care about her belly thinning out or her size reducing.  Even her ears and entire head reducing size.  The fact that she looked around 7 years old didn't matter either.  She looked up with ears wilted as Nicodarius took the stones off her.  She hated him, she hated being there, she wanted her breasts back, She cried openly after losing them and... at that burning need to cum still itching between her legs!

	The sparks stopped at last.  Martin wasn't sure how old his sister was now, but he could tell she was a lot younger but not as young as Timmy had been made.  Like her brother, her ears and tail had remained the same, her eyes however were smaller than the had been.  Cynthia stared open mouthed. Her sister looked her age!  She'd never had a girl her age to play with.  The sever year old didn't find the rats scarey or what they were doing, though it was odd to her.  She wondered why her sister was crying.  Being young was a good thing in her opinion, but Teresa cried even while she was released and carried back to her seat.  Her dress slid down her body and pooled at her ankles, caught on her feet before it could fall onto the floor.  

	"Give them back... I was a woman!" The formerly teen mouse hugged herself with one paw and tugged at her dress trying to pull it back on only to have it slide down her legs again.  Denton pushed her back into the bench when she tried to stand up to pull it on.  Her other paw ran over her flat chest trying to find some hint of her maturity.  Her thighs clenched tightly trying to hide her other loss from herself as well as to try to scratch the lustful needy itch that still burned as it had when she had been left without orgasm after mating her brother.  Her head jerked up to look at Cynthia leaning against her.

	"Don't cry... We can grow up together now and play!  Won't it be fun to have a sister your age to play with? Hehe... I've dreamed of you being my age" Cynthia grunted at the strangle hold hug her sister gave her.  "Not so hard!"

	Teresa hung on tight still crying but trying to calm down.  Martin watched with a look of disgust "Girly stuff.  Crying, humph."  His bravado hiding his own fear, but doing nothing to hide his erection.  His body not caring about the situation, there were pretty females around not hiding their bodies and there was plenty of touching of those areas he was most interested in.  He found himself watching Teresa rubbing her chest sadly and wondering what it would feel like to his fingers to rub her instead.  The boy imagined it and rubbed his furry hips, his hormones taking him to a fun place out of the emotional troubles of the real world around him.  His imagination introducing him to humping his mother while rubbing his sisters chests and pretty clefts.  The sudden noise made him crash back into reality again.

	Cynthia's paws had been unbound and she had hugged her newly bound sister closely until Denton pulled the cream colored mouse away from her sister and carried her to the seat.  "No! I have someone my own age now!"  She fought fiercely against Denton and even made him stagger as her small fist slammed into his forehead and her feet both kicked into his chest but he held on and strapped her into place.

	"Damn... little brat nearly brained me!" The tubby rat rubbed the lump on his head and the sore spot on his ribs.

	"She won't do that again for a long time." Nicodarius pat her head gently. "Good job getting in one last kick, but now you will help pay your mother's debts"  The fat rat changed stones again.  This time leaving the small blue stone but selecting a small white one to go with it.  "Your change shall be the most dramatic and we'll enjoy it so much in time..." He pressed the stones to her head as he had the other two and stepped back.

	Cynthia's eyes stayed on her sister, burning her sister's longing face looking back at her into her memory.  Even when the light shone brilliant blue from her eyes as it wreaked havoc with her body inside she didn't turn away.  The sparks in her mouth clearly showed the teeth retracting while she panted.  Strange energy coursing through her belly and organs keeping her short of breath while the organs shrank.  Her head visible shrank much further than Timmy's had.  Her forehead drawing back to become longer and thicker.  Cheeks thickened and muzzle shortened.  The girl's ears remained huge on her head but even those reduced some.

	They pulled downward a bit to retain a proportional position to where they had been before.  Her arms drastically shortened as did her legs.  The muscles all over her body reduced and much of the remainder turned to a soft fat under her fur.  Her cunny closed ever so tightly into a tiny slot even the her mother's small finger would have trouble fitting into.   Her tail shrank too, though not proportionally.  While it retracted and reduced her cute butt narrowed even more and the crease between her cheeks along with the rest of her body along that seam contracted and she thinned and shrank by more than half.

	Her wrists and ankles simply slid out of the restraints on the seat, too small to be held anymore.    The flat belly swelled out with baby fat while it shrank down.  Her cream colored fur intensifying to a lovely light brown with hints of white hairs mixed about here and there.  Tiny hands clutched at the air, tiny feet kicked and toes stretched, large eyes tried to understand what was happening but her thoughts were clouded and confusing with the energy coursing through it.

	Cynthia's burning mind had become a jumble of images and signals she couldn't understand.  Though even  as she lost her understanding and knowledge she remembered Teresa, her sister a memory burned into her mind even regressed age couldn't erase.  That memory protected her memories of her brothers and mother, but so much else was lost to her.

	As the last of the lights faded Nicodarius took the stones from the toddler's head.  She wasn't sitting in the seat so much as laying in it.  He picked up the naked child and cuddled her "So sweet, so innocent, She'll be such a lovely addition... How do you like your daughter, Mouse?" Holding up the two year old Cynthia while she sucked her thumb carelessly.  Her tail dangled nearly twice her body length below her with her big eyes and ears drooped tiredly.

	Miss Brisby looked at her daughter and shook her head no. The burning need she felt not blocking the loss she felt at another of her children being changed so much.  Her maternal instinct felt stronger though and thoughts of how pretty her baby looked again intruded.  She remembered when Cynthia was that small.  She had been with her mate then and had been so happy.  Her hips trembled as Russel stopped rubbing her  and let her cool down.  "Please... You've done enough, let us go and give my children back!"

	Nicodarius lifted the toddler up and rubbed her sweet sex with his nose fondly, he knew he couldn't do much else to her safely at her new age.  He stopped after a few seconds and sniffed deeply before replying "We've barely started to collect, my dear."  Stepping over to Jasper he handed the rat the little mouse and enjoyed watching the skinny rat rubbing the two small nude females soothingly.

	"Don't worry, I'll keep 'em good and safe.  They won't be putting up too much of a fight anyway at their age" Jasper said with a laugh.

	Nicodarius turned away. "They'd better not get hurt." He turned to Miss Brisby still being held flushed and needy by Russel's skilled fingers.  "I'm glad to see you are enjoying yourself and what is happening to your family.  Feeling the loss yet?  Not wanting things to change?  That's what we felt when you forced us to move.  But it'll get better... I promise"

	"L... Leave them alone, please.  Uhhh... unnnn..."  She followed Nicodarius to Martin with her eyes.  "Don't change them anymo..!" The mouse woman went silent with a gasp and a powerful shudder.

	Russel hadn't let her orgasm, instead he'd used some of her moisture and stuffed his thick rat meat into her anus.  Just the tip at first, but it was enough to silence her immediately.  He slid out and pushed back in repeatedly. Each time going just a little deeper into the mother's well developed rump.  She looked back at him with eyes wide.  None of the others could tell what he was doing the adult mouse dropped her head after looking back at her children, both changed and unchanged, and knew she had to accept it.

	Part of her enjoyed the stimulation and attention.  It'd been a long time since she'd had any male interested in her.  Since her mate had been killed she hadn't had any attention, aside from the two days with Justin, but he had left and they'd never been alone.  Feeling something living inside her again, even in her anus scratched an itch that had been building for so long, but the circumstances prevented her from enjoying it.  She felt the good feelings, but her mind turned them to discomfort in her thoughts.  A quick glance at her remaining mature children showed her that Teresa and Martin sitting scared and quiet.

	Teresa was silent, wanting to be with her sister and brooding on what she'd lost.  Her brother however, was angry despite his silence.  He sat still when Nicodarius gestured to Denton.  Muscles tensing, the boy tried to leap at the fat rat with the stones when he thought Denton had released him.  He ended up half on the floor with arms bent painfully still bound to the bench.  The rat had not released his paws when playing with the bindings.

	"Silly mouse, you were quite obvious.  When you plan to attack you have to stay relaxed" Denton said while releasing the boy's paws and gripping them tightly.  This time Nicodarius helped move the captive to the seat by taking the boy's footpaws.  Both rats had to work hard to hold the kicking and thrashing boy.  The threat of his very young siblings being molested more thoroughly didn't work on him anymore, but they weren't worried. He wouldn't be such a handful soon.  They slammed him into the chair and winded him.  Working quickly the two rats had him locked in place.  And stood back panting a bit.

	"I hope you're ready, mouse, it's your turn."  said Nicodarius.  He fished the stones out of his robe again and screwed in two blemished green stones.  The blemishes looking like purposefully created scars on the gems.  "Of course, this method of regression works best on females we've found" Said as he set the red gem onto Martin's sweat damp forehead.  "But we've found that changing a male to a female works better at a younger age, before puberty"

	The rat shifted the green stone a bit around the back of Martin's head until the attraction from the stones held it in place.  "These scars we've made SHOULD keep the process under control.  You'll be sure to let us know, won't you?" He gave the boy's head a light pat before Martin could spit out some retort.  The feeling of the gem's power rushing through him cut any retort he would have given away.  The two scarred little green gems glowed a sickly irregular green where the gems that had been on it before hadn't glowed at all.  With that sickly glow came a nauseating feeling.

	Martin felt as though he had been punched in the balls hard.  The feeling was not something he enjoyed.  He tried to speak but shut his mouth before that sick feeling could make him do something unpleasant all over his mother just a little bit in front of him on the floor.  Instead he looked around and down his body.  The boy was amazed to see his erection still standing proud.  Even after spending a load into Teresa, even without any other stimulation, even with all that's happened, his maleness was still standing tall and full anxious for attention.  He felt that sick feeling spreading from just in his belly and groin to all over his body.  After it spread it became much more mild and comfortable.  His limbs felt weak and numb after the spread reached them.

	Like all his siblings his muscles softened, but he retained a bit more definition in them than the other three had.  His hips shifted in the seat and legs and arms both shifted quickly with a reducing body size.  They reduced in length only after his torso.  His fingers clenching from a deep ache running through his joints from hormones his body had gotten used to abandoning him.  The ache was curiously absent between his legs though.  There was only a light tingle.  It built to a moving itch followed by a spark spurting from his erection.

	Martin's eyes were drawn there and he shook his head no seeing another spark work its way up his shaft visibly before fading in the air.  As he watched his erection softened.  He couldn't feel that delightful stiff feeling anymore.  It took several seconds for it to fully soften.  A strangled sound escaped his throat, even limp it looked smaller than normal.  His scrotum too reduced in size and snuggled up to his groin instead of hanging loose as it had before.  Puberty had deserted him.  He looked at his sister, the energizing light blazing in his eyes, he realized he would lose everything he had gained through age just like she had.

	Tail, ears, feet, everything on him shortened and shrank, but he still retained more definition of his body than his siblings had.  A clench of  his groin muscles and he was disappointed by the lack of pleasant feeling response.  All he felt was his sheath and limp penis inside move just a little up and  back into place.  He glared at the rat defiantly, though his small body combined with the now oversized shirt he was wearing that draped over his shoulders like a robe down to his knees in the back along the seat.

	Even with the changes still taking place Nicodarius could tell they hadn't changed everything.  The boy's mind still seemed as clear and mature as it had been with how he glared and seemed a bit more rational.  "Still," the rat thought, "He was age regressed enough, even if he does look more like a shrimpy mature boy than a little six or seven year old.  It should still work"

	Martin's voice was higher pitched as he called out "Lemme out, Rat!  I'll get you all for what you did to my family!"

	The rat chuckled mentally noting that perhaps he wasn't quite as mature as he had seemed.  "Patience little one.  I'll let you out in a minute.  You're done... for now."

	Miss Brisby felt Russel's sloppy mouse pie soaked fingers cover her mouth as she tried to say something again.  She groaned as he pushed his hips deeper into her ass with a  playful shove.  He had his other paw buried halfway in her sex to replace the paw he had pulled out.  His hot breath on her ear let her hear his husky whisper.  "Relax, it's your turn now."

	Russel thrust faster while Martin and the other rats watched.  Brisby's eyes were wide and she was panting heavily.  The mother mouse was quite hot and bothered as she tried to concentrate on helping her children.  She needed to get her family away... she needed... she needed to cum!  Her hips already had ground up into the paw stroking her clit with that talented thumb and stroking just right inside but every time she had gotten too close Russel had pulled it away.  Her fifth peak and she was humping backwards onto his erection hoping for relief.

	Martin watched intently, he looked down to see his sheath nearly as soft as ever.  There was a slight thickness to it but no hint of actual arousal.  He felt frustrated. After growing so fond of feeling arousal after growing enough he couldn't get over that he was younger again his body just wasn't interested in it.  Childish selfishness kept him from worrying too much about his mother in more than the deep corners of his mind.  All he could think of was wanting that tingly stiff feeling he had become used to.  His attention was drawn back to his mother at a sudden movement from Russel.

	The rat had pulled out of her and stood over the panting mouse.  His wet right paw pumped his thick maleness rapidly for just a few seconds before his body tensed.  Jets of cum splattered onto Miss Brisby's face.  She turned her face away after the third shot hit her blinking eye.  The eyelid protected her but kept her from opening that eye as he finished. The white globs on her muzzle were subtle after they soaked into her facial fur but still visible.  Russel wiped his penis off with a wet rag before pulling the used mature mouse to her feet.  "It's your turn now, Brisby"

	Teresa turned away and held her head down to stare at the bench.  She ignored Denton's fingers rubbing her flat chest and along her sides and firm young buttocks.  The girl just wanted to wake up from the nightmare she was in.  The young mouse didn't look at Martin or her mother.  She didn't want to see what was happening, whether it was her mother being raped or the rat changing the stones on her now similarly aged brother.

	Denton left off rubbing Teresa to release Martin and take him back to the bench.  He bound the boy next to his sister.  Martin was much less feisty this time, letting himself be carried without kicking or struggling.  His bravado had turned into fear after seeing his mother's face.  She looked so strange now with a desperate need making her pant and her eye glued shut from the rat's spunk.  It gave her such an expression that made the boy forget all of his other problems and concerns.

	Russel's tail tickled the mature mouse's inflamed cleft with one long stroke along it as he sat her in the seat her children had been changed so much on.  It was a simple task to drape her cape down the back and strap her wrists and ankles down.  A soft puff of breath across her sex quieted each struggle she made. The rat quite enjoyed binding her and his time with her before that.  He stepped back to let Nicodarius have her.

	The lead rat held the stones up for her to see. "You're mate Jonathan gave you this stone" pressing the red gem to the back of her head.  "He'll be happy to know you have it back."

	The mouse woman took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down to concentrate.  "He would... never want it used for," a deep breath shuddered out of her as the lust faded just a touch, "such terrible things as you are doing!"

	"Terrible things?  Giving back youth is nothing terrible."  He screwed in two new small gems on the jade stone.  They were both red and heavier than the small stones he had used on her children.  It  fit on her forehead easily with the stones drooping down around her muzzle.  "We'll see what you think after you have a younger perspective."

	The mouse woman kept herself still as the energy coursed through her head and down her body.  It mixed with the near orgasmic sensations she had been so skillfully left with by Russel and made her nerves tingle so wonderfully throughout from toes to ear tips.  Her fingers gripped the seat tightly from the overwhelming sensations.  Fur stood out while muscles bunched.  Each finger cricked, each shoulder popped , her arms the first to show signs of decreased age.

	Her strong grip on the seat left tiny scratches where her claws drug along it while her arms shortened.  Her fur thickened a bit at first, all over her body, but it was most apparent on her arms and legs.  All hairs standing out out instead of laying back smoothly in a groomed position.  Her elbow fur showed a gradual shortening first followed by the rest all the way down to her feet.

	She tried to kick but couldn't move her legs, the changes felt so wrong, at first.  The mouse's thighs thinned out along with her lower legs. Her claws shortened, her teeth as well, the lines on her face softened.  She looked around and saw her two oldest children watching.  A brave smile drew the corners of her muzzle up as she tried to look brave for them.  Her eyes were clearer she realized through the lust and power fogged haze blanketing her thoughts.  The scents in the room wafted more crisply to his nostrils while her lungs suddenly drew in breath more easily.  A deep desperately needed breath  was drawn in and she felt an immense relief from it.  Her chest tingled and drew her eyes to it.

	Miss Brisby's large softly sagging motherly breasts drew back up slowly.  The angle of her nipples increased until they were jutting proudly out, full and erect with the trapped arousal she'd been left with.  Her cleavage thinned with her breasts drawn closer together.  The ligaments holding them up strengthening and shortening with youth.  With her breasts reduced to half their original size she could see beyond them down at her hips and belly better.

	She caught a glimpse of her thick vulva and watched in amazement as both sides moved fractionally closer together. Her clitoris, so full and prominent, stayed erect but her eyes followed it as it shrank down with her flushed and lust swollen vaginal lips.  Her moist cleft visibly tightened.  Above it her belly lost it's fat and slimmed down.  Her mature muscles gaining muscle tone and trimming into a well shaped young woman's middle.

	Amazement and fearful wonder filled her eyes and expression at the changes she could see along her front side.  She couldn't see the changes to her buttocks.  The way they thinned, her muscles there too tightening, toning, and losing the fat they had developed from pregnancy and age.  Her round cheeps gained a good deal of muscular definition and perkiness without the hint of sag they had had before.  Her tail base thinned a bit and the fur on her back settled down along newly revived and relaxed muscles.

	On the bench Martin and Teresa watched their mother become even prettier than she had been.  Their troubled eyes wide they couldn't look away.  Their mother looked so lovely in her prime.  Her cheeks radiant and fur more glossy, tail shapely and sized perfectly to her while a perky pair of breasts stood proudly up from her chest.  The lovely breasts reminded Teresa of her own lost maturity.  A desire to have them back, to look as perfect and womanly as her mother did, built and she started crying.  She jumped at Martin leaning against her comfortingly.  The girl tried to smile at her brother, it  felt weird for him to act at all concerned.  She stole a glance at the rats, but they were too busy watching her mother.

	All four rats were impressed with their captive's younger appearance.  They hadn't realized how lovely she would be, though it didn't change their plans.  As they watched her hit her prime, the changes continued past it.  The changes had slowed as the energy again took in her age patterns and processed them to the next logical step back.

	Miss Brisby felt a sharp sting and heard a crack as her whole body condensed  from the power.  There had been no sparks like she had seen in her children, she didn't know why, but suddenly she felt a rushing of them all throughout her.  The power flowing into her from the stones seemed concentrated inside and the excess of her age expelled as sparks through her sex in a pleasureful burning.

	Her head reduced her whole body with it becoming thinner and shorter.  Her breasts that her daughter had been jealous of pulled up further and sank into her chest.  The formerly mature hips popped again.  Curves she had been used to for so long changed angle, her legs felt wrong.   They had straightened and shortened, the curved hips, the womanly muscles, the natural bend, all gone into a youth's straight short legs.  Between them the gap felt too large, she couldn't feel her thighs touching where she sat anymore.

	The mouse woman couldn't bring herself to look down at her vulva.  She could feel the changes though.  The reduction of her labia as they thinned and shortened, her clit snuggling deeper between them at first only to have her lips pass it so it was more visible again at the top of her slit.  Her thinned outer lips thickened with a small amount youthful soft  fat.  She stared at her arms to not see her sex changing, but couldn't avoid seeing her arms change instead.

	The new muscle tone faded, retaining only a hint of bicep as the only visible muscle mass under her arm fur.  Her bones had retracted and left her tugging at the cuffs around them. But even as she felt the tug she found her wrists suddenly free as they slipped past her much smaller paws.  Her view changed more making her arms suddenly look a  bit longer to her.

	Both eyes had moved closer with the reduction in head size from her reduced age.  With her smaller head came a much smaller muzzle, whiskers, ears, and her eyes as well. Miss Brisby's eyes found her children as her head stopped changing, they looked bigger to her.  The whole room seemed bigger.  And while she knew it was from the change they had forced upon her she couldn't help but look around more in wonder.  The place that had looked dreary and dull had regained its lost splendor to her younger eyes and mind.  A splendor that was lost again as the rats, now seeming bigger and scarier, came into view.

	Nicodarius waited for the mouse's legs to stop shortening, leaving her a full 3 inches shorter than she had been.  The younger version mouse woman looked almost exactly like her oldest daughter, Teresa, including her fur color which had lightened with youth.  Only a few differences separated them.  The mother's forehead slope was more subtle while her daughter's dropped off more roundly like her father. The only other real difference between daughter and mother was the fur patterning of their faces.  Miss Brisby's lighter facial fur ran up and around her eyes with a dark patch between her eyes running to her nose while her Teresa's lighter facial fur went only around her cheeks and muzzle and down her chest.   The rats looked back and forth between daughter and mother amazed at how much they looked alike.

	Nicodarius gently pulled the stones off and slid them into his pockets before releasing the mouse's legs fully, they had stretched the straps instead of slipping out of them as her wrists had.  The rat lifted the unresisting mouse out of the chair and held her as any parent would hold a small child.  She was around sever to eight years old by the look of her.  "There, I think that will do for the night don't you?"

	Miss Brisby turned away from the big male carrying her, her cloak dangling down still held on by the knotted ends around her neck. She didn't have anything to say to him.  Her troubled young mind was too busy taking in all that was different about her and her perception of the world... and that damned lust still feeling like it was burning between her legs.  She could still remember everything, but many of the details of those memories had become blurry.  Faces, times, names, were hard to recall.  She heard Teresa and Martin call out suddenly and jerked her gaze over to them.

	Denton and Russel had unbound them both.  The two seven year old mice were joined by Jasper and their two young sisters.  Teresa stood clutching her dress about herself, one shoulder bare as the strap kept slipping down.  Martin's shirt was clutched in his left paw since his shoulders were too narrow to hold it up.  Timmy's shirt and Cynthia's bow were still abandoned on the floor at the back of the room.

	Nicodarius snapped a collar and leash around Miss Brisby's neck and set her on her feet.  All four rats watched the mice reunite as the mother ran over to her cubs, despite being a cub herself.  The leash was left slack as they hugged and held each other.  Jasper gave the mother her 2 year old Cynthia and she clutched the tiny toddler tightly against her chest.

	"How sweet, you're all together again.  Don't worry, you'll get tonight together before we take you to Thorn Valley."  Nicodarius tugged the leash, pulling Miss Brisby forward.  Her children followed, even Timmy toddled after her, steadied by Teresa and Martin.  They were lead a short distance through the rose bush's remaining corridors until they came to a cage.

	It was a typical pet rodent cage, though the rats had reduced the size in the past so it wasn't so big as the usual cage size.  There were 3 padded piles of straw with a bowl of water.  Nicodarius stood at the entrance as Denton and Russel ushered the mice in.  Jasper came in last holding an armful of peanuts.  He set them down on an empty clean plate and exited with the others.

	The mice looked around and Miss Brisby guided Timmy and Teresa to the beds.  "You two can have these. Martin, you too. I'll sleep on the floo..." Russel's voice interrupted her.

	"You can sleep with me if you want a more comfortable bed, mouse." He didn't sound mocking or suggestive with his offer.  The others had already wandered off to prepare for tomorrow leaving him to watch them.  He sat on a padded bench outside the cage.  Before the older mouse could reply Timmy called out.

	"Hungwy Momma!" The little three year old hugged her leg, looking up at her.

	The mother mouse was amazed  daughter still recognized her.   She crouched and hugged her.  "Alright, I'll get you something to eat."  Carrying her small daughter, which she found was a lot harder than it used to be, the eight year old mother mouse picked a slightly stale peanut from the pile and let her nude daughter nibble on it.

	Miss Brisby took the peanuts to her other children and they had a meal of them together.  Cynthia was too young to eat peanuts thought.  Her two year old teeth far too small and fragile.  She looked to Russel to see him holding an eye dropper filled with milk into the cage.  As reluctant as she was to trust the rats anymore she couldn't let her daughter starve.  She crawled over and took it.  A taste of the milk made her look at him with a frown. "What is this?"

	"It's something you'll all want to get used to, her most of all.  It's that or starve.  Don't worry, she'll enjoy it."  The rat scooted back with a faint smile.

	Having no other choice the two year old was fed from the dropper.  Her lips opening and pressing to the small tip as she would her mother's nipples like she had in the past.  Cynthia kept her eyes closed while feeding.  Taste and texturally it was much different than milk her mother had given her before.  The thoughts crossed her newly undeveloped mind, though she didn't really understand them.  It was much thicker and muskier tasting.

	Teresa and Martin slunk back, to their beds, hoping to sleep and wake up from the terrible place they were in.  Timmy looked around, then toddled over to drink the water.  She didn't know what to do.  Seeing her siblings in bed she decided to join them.  Their mother carried the newly feed Cynthia and sat on the floor.  She took off her cape and made a blanket out of it.  The day's trials had left all of them very drained.

	Russel watched the sleeping mice for a while and, after releasing his own tension in a special way he was fond of while watching the nude mice, promptly fell asleep himself.

**** ****

	Martin woke to the sound of Teresa crying.  He lay still for a while but as her crying continued quietly got up and sat on her bed.  "Don't cry, Teresa.  Mom will get us out of this!" He whispered as confidently as he could.

	His sister looked up at him and hugged around him.  "It...It's not that." Teresa let her dress, that she'd been using as a blanket, slip off to sit as bare as he did.

	The boy looked confused.  "What is it then?"

	She fidgeted a moment "The itch won't go away!"

	Still looking confused Martin tilted his head.  "What itch?"

	As the boy's vision adjusted to the dim light around he saw that Teresa looked flushed in her cheeks.  She grabbed his paws and pulled them to her chest.  "The itch! Ever since they made me... made you... us, do that and didn't let me or... orgasm." She struggled with the word. The flush in her cheeks darkening the fur to a rose tint.

	Martin too was embarrassed.  Even when older he had never been allowed to touch a female like that, there had been none around  he'd would have dared to ask.  His fingers ran over her flat mostly featureless chest.  The fur was slightly softer than his own and she smelled nicer than he did, but that was the only real difference he could find.  He jumped as she groaned after his small claws lightly ran down over her small areola's and nipples.

	"Sorry!"

	"No, do it again.  I like that..." Teresa watched his fingers repeating it a few times and ground her thighs together.  "Martin?" Looking up into his face with big doe eyes.

	The boy looked into them, "Yeah?" He jumped suddenly.  Her paws sliding along his legs to grip his small sheath a bit too firmly. "Hey!"

	"Make it hard again, please... I... I need it again." The girl bit her lip and turned away, but only for a moment before looking at his cute soft flesh tube in her paw.  She squeezed it and felt the other bit of Martin hiding inside.  A quick slide down the bedding and she knelt between his legs rubbing his scrotum softly.  "These are really neat."

	Martin took a glance around to see his mother sleeping nearby with Cynthia in her arms, Russel sleeping on the bench and Timmy sleeping just a bit further from his mother on the other bed.  He looked back to his sister and placed a paw on hers over his sheath.  "I can't."

	"Can't what?" The girl asked frustratedly.

	"I can't make it hard anymore!"

	Teresa pulled her paws away slowly and saw his sheath was a little fuller than when she'd started, but his penis didn't show.  "Why not?"

	"I don't know... I guess the same reason you don't have those lumps on your chest anymore." He rubbed his head after his sister bopped him firmly from his reminding her of them.

	"Don't talk about those!" She looked down and climbed back up onto her bed, her legs splayed wide.  "Could you... try at least?"

	Martin looked at the girl's needy body.  Her pussy was slightly moist,  the lips a deeper pink than the rest of her belly flesh.  She looked desperate and pretty to him, his formerly mature mind loved the view.  His younger body however didn't really care about it.  He felt no stiffness growing but got up and pressed his sheath to her hips.  While he had never been taught anything about sex, he had seen some of the farmer's animals engaging in it.

	Teresa watched hopefully, she to had never had any sexual education, but was quite aware of what she needed and where.  Her eyes ran over her brother's body taking in the differences from her own and focusing on her favorite differences between his legs.  She wiggled her hips hopefully while Martin rubbed his sheath against it.  The movements pushed the softly furred covering down to expose his boyhood but while it slipped in just a little it was too soft for any enjoyment for either of them.

	The boy pushed himself in as best he could, even using his fingers to push the soft penis into her.  There was a little thickening, but his doubts about being able to get erect were proven correct.  He stayed less than half hard even with her damp muscular cleft gripping at him.  Humping for a few minutes proved frustrating and pleasure-less for them both.  Every time he pulled back his nearly flaccid shaft just slipped out and squished against her  instead of going back in.  He saw the hurt disappointment in her eyes, the way she clawed at her bedding, her tense body, and looked around for anything that could help.

	His tail caught his eye as he swished it for balance.  The boy caught it and took a look at his sister again. She was looking at Russel sitting outside the cage almost longingly.  Guessing what was going through her thoughts he pulled his tail between his legs and licked the tip.  Taking a deep breath he pushed his hips forward again, this time with his tail as stiff as he could make it in front of him and guided it in.  The deep gasp from his sister rewarded his creativity.

	Teresa jerked her head back to look at her brother.  The feeling of penetration was unexpected.  She looked down to see what she thought was his shaft sliding in, but it just kept going in further and further.  Her eyes went wide with the feeling, and the relief it gave her.  She ran her paws over her chest , letting one slide down further to rub her small clitoris under it's hood.  The girl slid a finger along it firmly while her brother thrust his tail into her.

	His hips pushed back and forward repeatedly and he enjoyed watching the look of relief on his sister's face.  Neither cub saw the rat on the bench with his eyes slit open watching them or the amused smile on his face.  He drew his robe over his erection and lightly rubbed it to the scene of the cubs.  The rat knew he'd have to mention the little incident to the others, but for now, he was happy where he was. 

	Teresa bit her lip again, the feelings built and she felt so good.  Her brother wasn't at all skilled, but anything was good enough to give her inner muscles something to grip.  The mouse's fingers worked vigorously on her clit, not used to having to rub at it through the hood which still protected it.  All the feeling was very muted like that she found but with her brother sliding in and out it was enough.  She squeaked softly, pleasure flooding her body.  Muscles spasmed throughout in a blissful orgasm.  Her sigh of relief and sudden complete relaxation let her brother know he'd helped her scratch the itch.

	"Teresa?" He slide his tail out after not getting an answer.  Slipping back into his bed he sniffed at his tail.  The scent was strange, mixed with his own cum from earlier and her girlish moisture, but he liked it.  A quick taste and he lay down, his tail held in his mouth like a dog holding a bone for the rest of the night.

	Russel grunted quietly and left a spot on the floor before he went back to sleep.

	It'd been a full day for all.

**** ****

	The sound of the cage opening had woken the mice.  They were paraded out back to the entrance of the rose bush base.  The chair had been moved there and Teresa had been strapped in.  Bound to bars on the floor the others stood around watching helplessly.  Nearby them stood a small cart loaded with food as well as some bedding.  Nicodarius stood next to Teresa choosing the small stones to add to the jade gem.

	He selected an amber and a yellow stone before placing the big stones in place. A quick step back and he let the gems do their work.  Smirking at Miss Brisby he pet her daughter's flat chest.  "Only three payments after her."

	The mice were quiet, even Teresa as her body changed again.  Her arms thinned out quickly, her legs as well.  Their thinned size followed by a general shortening of her limbs.   Wrists and ankles both slipped out of the straps holding her down, but she didn't try to get away.  Too distracted by other changes still running through her body.

	The rest of her body followed her arms, reducing rapidly.  For several seconds her head was huge on her body, being the last to change.  Her muzzle thinned, her cheeks drew closer together.  Both eyes and ears stayed pretty much the same, reducing just perceptibly and looking too big for her face.  The girl's thin cheeks thickened with baby fat, her flat belly and chest, her upper and lower arms, even her legs, all thickening with youthful chubbiness.

	Tears ran openly down her round furry cheeks, her memories were running from her thoughts,  the world through her teary eyes grew bigger and more detailed with all sorts of things she had trouble understanding.  Her breathing sped up, but her fear and excitement made her struggle to draw in enough air.  She felt really weird inside.  As with the other girls, the remains of her lost age left her in the form of pretty sparks of energy entropically leaving her through her vulva and mouth.  The energy did its work on her and faded.  Ears, tail, and eyes left oversized as they had been with Timmy and Cynthia.  Teresa was left as a pretty four year old.  She looked around while sitting in the big seat, or at least it seemed big to her after what had been done.

	Nicodarius picked the child up and gave her to Justin to hold.  The girl wrinkled her nose and tried to pull away from him.  Like all honest cubs she let her feelings be known.  "Eww, stinky!"

	The rat chuckled.  "Not my fault raccoon musk doesn't wash off well." He muttered quietly to himself "Not that I washed that hard, I rather like it."

	Martin was pulled forward while his sister was carried back to her mother.  The eight year old mouse cried as she saw what had been done to her girl.  She clutched Cynthia to her tightly, drawing a soft whimper from the tiny mouse before she quickly let up.  Teresa clung to her mother's leg  when Jasper set her down and bound her legs to the bar.  Timmy clung to Miss Brisby's other leg, following his sister's example.  They all watched the only remaining male Brisby biting and kicking as he was strapped to the chair.

	It took three rats to get him down and Nicodarius rubbed at his bitten left wrist before pulling the stones out.  "Well, good for you getting in one last nip, mouse." He set the jade stone to the boy's forehead and held the red stone over his sheath without touching.  "Lets see if you still want to be so feisty as a girl"

	Martin opened his mouth to respond but was cut off before he could by the stone touching down on his sheath and belly.  The feeling of power flowing through him again was much different than before.  This was  much softer, gentler.  With it came a building pressure like when he'd masturbated while older.  He remembered his brother's change and looked down to see his penis stiffening.  A feeling of pride built in him as it stiffened again.  He looked to Teresa and then felt ashamed again.  The four year old just looked back at him with no interest in his erection.

	The boy's ears drooped from his deflated emotions, he felt tears welling up in his eyes and didn't understand why he was suddenly crying.  He wiped his tears with his tail and shoulders before he noticed the other differences running throughout his body.  The muscular definition he had had stayed, but the muscles rounded into softer curves.  His cheeks and even the ridges around his eyes in his skull softened and became more feminine.  Lashes on his eye lids lengthened and curled just a touch.  All over his body his posture changed in the seat.

	The boy's hips popped loudly as they changed.  The area in his pubic bone widened for his feminine plumbing.  The angle of his thigh bones shifted as well making his feet hang down the chair differently.  With the changes in his bones his center of gravity changed too.  He felt awkward and scooted his rounded furry rump around to find a more comfortable position.

	While moving Martin felt his stiff maleness slap against his belly, drawing his attention once again.  The girlish mouse boy shook his head no.  His stiff boyhood was shortening rapidly.  Retracting into his groin while his sheath flattened around it until he couldn't see it anymore.  He could only watch as his scrotum split down the bisecting line running along it under the very light coat of soft fur covering it.  His testicles retracted into his pelvis, the scrotal walls closed to form his new labia.  The boy whimpered loudly as the building pressure dissipated.  It left him feeling like he had needed to cum and not gotten to.

	A feeling he had felt once before when experimenting with masturbation.  At the time he had rubbed his shaft and decided to see what it felt like to not go over.  After waiting until he'd softened he felt uncomfortable.  A gnawing desire made him paw off three times in a row trying to get over the then self imposed frustration.  Something he couldn't do without his boyhood.

	His sheath retracted further and left only a little bit visible down the top of his slit.  It covered the top of the bud representing all that remained of his penis.  His clit throbbed in full erection, less than a fifth of the original size he had been so used to.  Even that lost it's fullness, the nub drawing back under its new hood made from its old sheath.  As it hid he clenched his groin and felt a powerful need to pee.

	The mostly girlish boy groaned as he couldn't hold it back.  A stream of hot liquid gushed from just below his new clit.  The sensation was very strange.  Much different from peeing as a boy.  He didn't feel the flow move up, it just ran straight out of him.  A flush grew under his cheek fur, for some reason it felt very humiliating to be peeing this way.  He'd never been bothered by peeing in front of his family before or even strangers but something about pissing as a girl made him feel embarrassed, like he was doing something dirty.

	The stream lasted a long time, much longer than his normal amount poured out of him.  The  stones had evacuated the last of her boyishness in a golden stream from her bladder and she felt all the energy inside fade.  Martin tried hard to clench her legs to hide her new and very vulnerable girlhood but though her thighs closed slightly she couldn't hide that intimate area.  Her eyes close tight at the feeling of a sudden touch there.

	Nicodarius slid a finger along Martin's spread cleft.  "Mmm... so much nicer now don't you think girl?"  The rat took the stones and slid the red one up to the back of Martin's head.  "But we're not finished yet.  You want to be like your dear older sister right?  Well, formerly older sister!" He added two small stones again to the jade gem, amber and orange, before he placed it onto Martin's forehead like he had before.  The second time in just ten minutes Martin felt the energy flowing through her.  	Having been subjected to it more than the others she didn't wince.  The mouse glared at Nicodarius until she felt the chances begin.  Her eyes drifted over to her mother and what had been her happy family.  Martin had what she had often desired before the change.  She was the oldest, she wasn't sure if she would remain that way though.  Her arms and legs jerked against the bonds in a last attempt to get away, but she couldn't move them.  They shrank as steadily as they had for her sisters.

	What she couldn't do by force she did by waiting.  Her shortening limbs slid free of the bonds both on her wrists and ankles.  Thinning down steadily until at last they stopped.  The girl's chest pulled back as it thinned but her belly pushed out, becoming thicker from similar baby fat that made her siblings so cute.  Martin's virgin girl place thickened a bit too and though her lips tightened and her passage shrank it seemed all the more inviting to the rats.  Their stares made the new girl look anywhere but at them.

	She found herself watching her fur lighten a bit and puff out with softer cub fur.  Her eyes  staring down at her belly and legs and the floor beyond with the occasional spark escaping her cleft.  Everything seemed a bit bigger and she realized it was bigger compared to her.  She felt paws picking her up and looked up in time to see Nicodarius pulling the stones away.

	"Yes, she looks good.  About 5 years old, give or take a month or two." The rat holding Martin spoke proudly.  "I bet she'll be very busy in her new life."

	Glancing back Martin saw Denton holding her and bit her lip to keep quiet as a finger pushed into her body just a bit in that sensitive new region between her legs.  She felt it press against something inside and clamped her thighs closed.  Before she could think much about it she heard her sisters crying and saw her mother being strapped into the chair.

	Martin was bound next to his sisters.  She felt strange in her new body.  Her thoughts kept straying to very childish things, but hearing her mother calling out to them to be brave made those thoughts change to fear.  She held her sister Cynthia and sat on the bar together, realizing what it meant to be the oldest at last as she pushed her fear back to comfort her sister.

	"This is the first of the last payments you'll be giving to us, Brisby... You'll find out exactly what that means later.  But for now, let's get you started, shall we?" His paw ran along her flat chest, squeezing  her nipples.  "These will be all the sweeter when you are young enough to be of interest to us."  He set the red gem to the back of her skull like he had with all her children.  Brisby winced and clenched her eyes shut.

	A noise from one of her daughters made her bravely open her eyes and look at them a moment later.  She stared at them as the jade stone was placed to her forehead and the obsidian and amber stones that had been used on Timmy the day before were again in place.  "I love you all!" The mother mouse managed to call out to them before the energy robbed her of speech.  She felt hot tears running from her eyes down her cheeks. The didn't blink ever with the feeling of her eyes burning from both the stones effects and being held open too long, she needed to keep watch on her children as long as she could.

	Her ears drooped with her loss but youth made them perk back up.  They stayed as oversized as those of her children while her skull diminished in size.  Her cheek ruffs puffed out a bit, her whiskers shortened, her breath escaped in wheezes.  The sparks coming out of her mouth an vulva were very bright.  There was a lot of mass to resize and expel.

	Miss Brisby's eyes drooped from changing angle and a sudden emotional and physical exhaustion taking over.  She struggled to watch her young but felt herself nodding in and out of consciousness.  Her mind repeated the same thing over and over.  "I'm Sorry!  I'm Sorry!"

	The bound mouse's limbs shrank and slipped free of the bindings just as her cubs had. Her body thinning, her muscles fading to a soft mass of undeveloped potential.  She curled up on the chair and shook.  Of all of the mice the rats had regressed, she had had the most to lose.

	Losing her mature body she'd lived with for so long was nothing she would miss.  Losing her mate those years before had been hard.  Losing her children's maturity was terrible, but losing her children, her freedom and theirs, to perverse rats was unbearable.  Her decreasing mental functions couldn't stop her from realizing they meant to molest them.  Their advances and casual gropings had proven that.  That she would be unable to prevent it because she had been so trusting made it the most devastating of all to her.

	The tiny mother didn't even realize the extent of her changes.  She didn't feel how small her butt was, how tiny her pussy was hidden her by puffy pubic mound, she didn't feel how weak her arms and legs had suddenly become.  Her tear streaked facial fur was bared when she was picked up by two strong paws under her armpits and held up for display.  Her once lovely motherly maturity replaced by a small three year-old beauty and innocence.  The long tail and big ears all her children had been left with as well as the slightly oversized eyes made her all the more appealing to the perverted rats.

	Her eyes opened, the world looked so different as all the mice were packed onto the cart and the rats left the rose bush.  Miss Brisby was carried by Russel, who seemed the most fond of her of all the rats.  She couldn't help snuggling against his chest as out of all of them he had seemed the nicest to her, even if he had betrayed her just as the others had.  She could see the green grass passing, the deep blue of the early sky and pretty pink clouds of early sunrise with a light that had been missing from her past life.  Tears still ran down her cheeks at what she had lost but they were joined by the pretty sights.  Her past memories were a bit fuzzier to her.  Names, faces, places, they all faded to blurs.

	The rats paused at the edge of the farmer's yard.  Denton uncovered a wire and connected it to a switch he had brought.  He pushed it and the early morning light shone brighter with a fire.  A loud screech rent the air as the rose bush base as the cat chased a mechanical toy over where the bush had been.  As the cat jumped the fire running through the base turned into an explosion.  The gas line the rats had re-directed destroyed the last traces that the Nimh Rats had ever been there as well as the last traces of the danger of Dragon.

	Grim faced the rats turned and continued their journey to thorn Valley.  The mice were kept safe and fed well, Cynthia receiving a special diet the rats were happy to feed her in front of her siblings and mother.  It was an event less journey, not counting fleeing from an overly amorous female raccoon.

**** ****

	The wind blew lightly against the unpainted wooden walls.  It was a new building, slightly taller than a full grown raccoon on all four paws.  A decorative fence ran around it, with a balcony on each of the 5 upper windows.  Rats were still working on top of it but the inside was already finished.  A set of steps lead up to the raised door again for show.  They had wanted this building to be special.

	Inside  a pretty four year old squirrel welcomed a new arrival with a smile and hug to his leg.  She was quite naked, her crotch dribbled cum from her last acquaintance.  Looking up at him with big cute eyes she welcomed him in.  "Welcome to the pleasure house!"

	Jasper pat her head "Thank you, Nonta" He picked the squirrel up and carried her inside. Enjoying the sight of other rats relaxing with eager young girls to take care of them.  The cubs had all been old creatures when they had arrived.  The four rats had helped them become young again and after a hard natural life the animals found they were fond of their new life of leisure and pleasure.  With no money the rats didn't pay for services.  They brought food for donations to keep the place running.

	Stress had run high during the building of the thorn valley city and they had needed a place to relax desperately.  Nicodarius, or Darius as he had been known by most rats, had come up with the solution from the rose bush and Denton and Jasper had made it happen.  Though at first the other rats had been shocked they soon welcomed the idea.  Knowing that the age regression was only temporary gave the rats comfort and that the old animals were not being forced into it made them accept it more readily.

	Temporary for most animals regressed.  Those who had only had the Jade stone used on them.  Nicodarius had been disappointed by it at first but found that it came in handy later to convince the other rats.  His special guests, a family of mice, seemed no different from the other animals other than that they seemed more timid.  Nobody thought anything of them when they were brought back just five days after the raccoon attack.

	Denton had returned the red stone by helping with the cleanup and saying he found it and the other three conspirators helped install the Brisby's in the lower level of the Pleasure House.  Jasper had come every day to see them, Russel had stayed the entire time with them making them learn what was expected.

	He did not hurt them, physically, but he denied them food or held their muzzles when they were supposed to be quiet.  He grunted while Miss Brisby, or Alana, as he called her took his erection into her.  She was a very tight fit, but he didn't mind.  He could fit just over half of his erection into her youthful tunnel.

	Alana, she was learning to refer to herself as, whimpered at the penetration.  It felt so different from the vague memories of her adulthood.  It had hurt at first, quite a bit, but after the second and third time it had hurt less and then felt nicer.  She had been sleeping with Russel since they had arrived.  All of her children shared the room.  And the rats who had changed them had all been taking part in training them.  It went smoothly, especially for Cynthia who needed no training.

	Penetration was out of the question for her.  As it was for any of the very young courtesans at the pleasure house, but touching, licking, and feeding were quite popular.  She was taken care of by even those who wanted time with her. Timmy required a lot of time and special attention.  Crying loudly when his cherry was popped the former boy didn't want to touch the male parts he was given.  Teresa and Martin were ready first, though they had the most emotional baggage to work through.  Martin especially as he worried about his siblings a lot being the oldest.  It took a couple weeks to get them fully integrated but through repetition and coaxing they learned how to act.  Their patrons, all except for Cynthia, were friends of Nicodarius or the other three rats.

**** ****

	As a female Martin found sex so much different.  She lay under a handsome male rat and turned her head away from him, not wanting to look.  The feeling of penetration was still weird to her and her five your old female body and wasn't something she had come to enjoy yet.   Her immature body tensed and squirmed while servicing the male.  Every thrust she accepted causing conflict in her mind as to how she should feel about it.  The rat lay down over her more and turned Martin's muzzle to face him.

	A kiss forced it's way onto her small lips and she didn't want her body to give the emotional pleasure it made her feel.  "Kissing is for girls!" Ran through her boyish mind.  Her confusion continued long into the mating. The rat rubbing her clit with his fingers after he had filled her with his lust.  He held the kiss while the mouse squeaked and moaned towards her orgasm.

	Martin's eyes drooped as the pleasure neared, her orgasm was so close, it felt different than when she had been a boy.  Like the feelings were coming from all over instead of just one part of her groin.  The stimulation was mostly to her clitoris, but the sensations came from there as well as other areas.  She breathed heavily, he was keeping her teased and on the edge longer than he needed to.

	The rat felt her pussy to see how damp she could get.  At five Martin didn't get too wet, but there was a small bit of moisture and the rat decided it was enough.  He let up the kiss and climbed down to nip at the child's clit.  His enjoyment grew while he watched the cub being shot over the edge.

	The mouse clutched at the bed, her thighs clamping tightly over her sex at the stinging nip that had sent her over.  It had hurt, but it had also felt so good.  Her eyes clenched shut while riding out the feelings, they shot open when her legs were pulled open and the rat's erection pushed into her again.  The male held still inside and flicked the cub's clit feeling her inner wall clamping so eagerly around him.

	Miss Brisby, or Alana as she had taken to calling herself, turned away from where she'd watched from the door way.  She felt strong paws rubbing her buttocks and the three year old hugged against the fat rat.  The new rat offered her a bit of candied nut and picked her up.  She joined Cynthia in a room.  The rat caressed the two year old's flat chest, rubbing at a bit of cum on her nipples from a last guest to enjoy her.

	Cynthia giggled at the attention.  She'd only been made to feel good.  Her fur was in need of bathing however and she smelled strongly of leftover male sap.  She had plenty to eat though.  With all the donations her lovers fed her.  The toddler had become used to slurping sperm from paws, tails, cubbish slits, and whatever else was held to her mouth.  She cooed happily, feeling the rat tickling her feet.

	Alana was lifted and set down on the bed next to her daughter with her face near Cynthia's feet.  The rat pulled the toddler's feet to his erection and held them there gently be the ankles.  As he rubbed the soft child feet against his shaft his tail pushed on Alana's back just between her shoulders.  "Go on, lick the bottom while your friend her provides the real stimulation.

	The three year old didn't want to but after a few coaxing pushes ran her tongue over his shaft. Her daughter's feet mixed with her patron's own aroma had her confused.  She didn't like the rat's smell too much, but the toddler's feet smelled nice.  She gave them occasional licks while waiting for the male to finish.

	With the soft cub feet rubbing him his rat hood couldn't hold out long.  The patron grunted and jerked.  He let go of Cynthia's feet and pulled her up to him as he shot.  The first three spurts stuck to her crotch and chest but the rest he managed to get where he wanted.  Her mouth opened in a giggle only to receive his tip and the sperm he wanted to feed her.  She coughed at first, her eyes looking up at him curiously, trying to judge how she should react. His smiling face made her smile as she caught the last 4 spurts on her tongue. Tasting them before swallowing.

	He took his time, wiping himself off on her soft sticky chest before gently pulling Alana over to rub her face against Cynthia's chubby vulva.  The mouse gathered his spilled seed on her cheeks and smiled up at him, not knowing what he wanted to do.  He leaned down and kissed her, not letting the three year old see his tail snaking between her legs and loving the gasp that escaped as he penetrated her.  She and Cynthia spent nearly an hour with him, bringing him to two more, which were split between them, the toddler getting the next leaving Alana to get hers last.

	A few rooms down Timmy and Teresa were getting a good bath from Jasper.  The skinny rat washed layers of cum from them.  They had spent a long night pleasuring a small party of rats celebrating the finish of the Pleasure House.  Timmy had finally come to terms with being a girl.  Her mind not fighting it anymore and enjoying the attention.  Teresa had demonstrated pissing in front of the guests after she saw Timmy encouraged to go instead of being allowed to do it privately.

	The rats had laughed at Timmy trying to pee like a boy.  Her pee sprayed a bit but mostly ran down her thighs.  She was too young to be embarrassed, but being laughed at made her laugh too and she let it all run down her legs until a rat leaned forward and parted her labia.  He caught some of it in his mouth and cupped her sweet pussy to let it pool there until she ran out.  They'd made Teresa show the younger mouse how after that.  The exhibition lead to great arousal for their patrons and it was a long night of petting, pumping, penetration, and white showers.  By the end both cubs were blind from cum coating their faces.  More rats had shown up as the night wore on.

	The whole room reeked of sex, after a while lubrication wasn't a problem.  Even Timmy's three year old pussy could take a rat almost halfway without her squeaking in discomfort.  Teresa's anus had a good workout too but every orgasm was sprayed onto them rather than into.  All the rats were amused to see if they could turn their lovers into white mice.

	Their lives were a whirlwind of toddler and cub sex for three months straight.  Alana and her cubs grew used to it.  There was some pain, but never purposeful, it came from stretched holes for the most part, and the occasional stubbed toe.  Any rat found hurting a courtesan was disciplined severely by other rats.  They were together at least, and that was what mattered.

**** ****

	Justin sighed and drank thirstily from a bottle of water.  They were happy to have cleaned things up at last as the summer heat was about to change to Autumn's cool.  After the raccoon it had been a lot of hard work to clear up the Thorn Valley rat city.  He'd been working on it non-stop for so long he was completely exhausted.  There had been no relief from the heat and only two small rain storms to help wet the ground and replenish water supplies.

	Justin took another chug only to find the bottle empty.  He needed a bath, he needed a nap, but what he needed most was company.  He hadn't had time for any companionship other than working with the others to clean up.  His needs had been put off too long, his body told him.  There were a few female rats around, but they had never seemed interested in him even though he was the current leader.  He had never been that interested in them either.  Ever since he had met that mouse.  His thoughts drew her mature curves and he could hear her loving voice.  He really wanted to be with her.  Thinking of mice made him remember something one of the other workers had mentioned.  The mice that were in the pleasure house.  He had not been for the place, but he couldn't argue against it either knowing the creatures were not forced to be there.

	The rat leader wiped the sweat from his fur with a towel decided to give it a look.  He'd always been too embarrassed to go in before, urges for relief pushed that inhibition aside on the walk over to it.  He paused at the steps and smiled as a young rat woman waved at him on her way out.  She seemed quite relaxed and he could smell the heat on her.   "Well, if it worked for her, I guess I'll give it a try." He muttered to himself on the way up the stairs.

	Inside he was shocked with how open everything was.  Very little cubs in various states of dress  and undress cuddled with the rats.  Even a few of the younger Nimh rats were enjoying the little rabbits, squirrels, shrews, and birds.  Some were completely nude and enjoying some intimate sex openly in front of the others.  He couldn't tell their ages, but from their size the oldest seemed around five.  His thoughts were interrupted by a small muzzle lifting his balls.

	Justin looked down to see a pretty young squirrel nuzzling his balls with a mischievous look on her face. "Hello, Mister, welcome to the Pleasure House!  Wanna play Sexy Tickles?"

	He jumped as her tail curled around his tail and her right paw stroked up his butt. "Er... yes... but I have something special I'd like.  Do you..." Dropping his voice to a whisper to her "know of any mice here?"

	Nonta tilted her head cutely while trying to remember.  "Ummm... I think so..."  She ran off and looked back to the nervous rat.  "Come on!" Tittering happily as he followed her.  The lower levels were usually not someplace she went but she new a tiny mouse was down there.   As she opened the door a voice called to her from above.

	"NONTA! Where'd you go?"

	"Oops, sorry! I have to get back upstairs. Have fun mister!" She ran back up the stairs on all fours, squirrelish agility letting her disappear quickly up them leaving Justin alone.

	Justin slipped through the door.  The hall was fairly well lit and he could see two small mice  tossing a ball back and forth.  They wore loose skirts that hid very little with the short length.  Every movement made the skirt pull up to flash their snug clefts.  He stood and watched them.

	Timmy and Alana seemed to be having a nice time, laughing playing to relieve their own stress of the day.  Alana drew Justin's eyes, she looked lovely, and oddly familiar.  The way her tail curved, her mannerisms even when just playing, but any familiarity was ignored as he saw her sweet butt and the back of her pussy.  While Timmy saw the him, she didn't say anything to Alana or even react at all.

	The rat stepped up behind her as she caught the ball and crouched behind her.  He tapped her shoulder "Hello."  He fell back onto his tail as the girl jumped in surprise.

	Justin held quite still while she stared at him with big eyes.  She stayed just as still for several moments then cried and ran to him hugging him tightly.  Confusion filled the rat's face but he hugged back and rubbed her.  Timmy didn't recognize Justin at all.  Her youth muddled mind more interested in getting the usual activity over with so she could play again.

	While Alana hugged the rat leader Timmy reached under her and fondled the heavy sack through Justin's clothes.  The girl slipped her paw up along his leg and rubbed them.  "Wanna mate?"  She looked up smiling as she had been taught.

	"Well... Yes I would enjoy that" Justin picked up Alana and followed the little mouse to a room.  Inside Martin was feeding Cynthia cum that ran out of the older girl's sex.  Cynthia burped loudly as the rat came in.  A thick bubble of semen expanding before it burst.   The girl looked quite damp, her fur matted from a recent group of lovers.  She had a flush to her cheek fur and her chubby pussy looked well cleaned.

	"Hello..." Justin's eyes fell on the toddler and he loved how innocent and happy she looked.  His eyes moved to Alana to see how she was crying and the more or less indifferent look on Timmy and Martin's faces.  Carefully he set the three year old down and pet her.   "Are you alright?"

	The mouse looked up at him with teary eyes.  "Justin!" Saying just his name.  She struggled to make her young mind work through what she wanted to say.  After her change she'd had a hard time thinking or speaking.  Most of what she could get out were one to two word.  Her mouth worked as she tried to form the words. Each time her mind started to wander but she managed to get it back.  "M...  Brisby!"  Her paws patting her flat chest.

	Justin looked surprised. How did she know his name? He thought to himself.  Her name brought a shock running through him.  He realized why she looked familiar.  The rat set her down.  "What happened to you!"

	Martin looked up, her eyes tearing up as Cynthia suckled on her sister's cum slick toes.  "Bad rats changed us."

	Justin frowned but before he could ask who the door opened and Nicodarius lead carried Teresa in.  His cock was still in her ass and he was enjoying bouncing her witch each step.  The girl's arms were held carefully so she couldn't slip as he counted.

	"52, 53... Just a few more steps and we'll be back to your roo..." he stopped and stared at Justin, with jaw hung open. "J... Justin!"

	"Darius?! I thought you were killed on the trek back to the farm for a last look around more than two months ago! Where were you?!"

	"Nicodarius now..." the fat rat muttered.

	"Bad rat!" Martin shouted, hoping Justin could help them.

	"Darius, YOU did this?!" He raised his fist and hammered it into the fat rats kidney, catching Teresa as she fell and grunted with the cock popped out of her anus.  

	Nicodarius grabbed his side. "Yes! I made that mouse and her brats pay for making us leave our beautiful rose bush.  You loved it there, I know you did.  That mouse deserved this!  And she'll STAY that way.  That change is irreversible! Surely you understan..." he was cut off by Justin's foot in his groin again.  Another kick and the jade stone fell out of his open robe's inner pockets with two smaller stones screwed into place.

	The lead rat picked it up and pressed it to its creator's forehead.  The fat rat was still sick from the kicks to his groin as the change took over him.  He nearly threw up from that and the change.  His gut drew in.  Darius's arms and legs popped nastily as the harsh changes ran through him.  All the creatures that had been regressed had been more carefully controlled and regressed stages at a time.  Darius's changes were being forced from adult to two year old in one step.  The Rat rolled around crying and Justin took the Brisby's and helped them out of their prison.

	He received many odd looks as he lead and carried the five mice with him.  Their bodies bare and stinking of sex in the case of Martin, Cynthia, and Teresa.  They were ushered quickly to his home.  He pet them and comforted them while he sent a guard to retrieve Darius.  The two year old boy rat was to be kept that age in the Pleasure House for those who preferred boys.

	Justin left his next in charge to deal with the details of it while he dealt with the other problem. What to do with Miss Brisby and her family.  He spoke to them as much as he could while bathing them.  His paws running over their sticky fur and small bodies.  He didn't know want to risk hurting them by using the stones on them again but he knew nothing else would affect them.  While bathing  them the reason he had entered the Pleasure House came back to him, very visibly.

	Miss Brisby was the first to be bathed and dried.  She saw Justin's shaft standing stiff and ready and crawled over.   While the rat scrubbed Martin, she nuzzled his erection and took him into her mouth, holding around the base with both paws.  When she was older she had wanted to be with him, she didn't understand the problems relating to her situation, but she still remembered her feelings towards him.

	For his part Justin tried to ignore the mouth and paws while he ran his own paws along Martin's inner thighs and pretty pussy.  The mouse scrubbed at her legs and arms but after the time in the pleasure house she was used to being rubbed there so let him do her private parts.  Her willingness mixed with her mother's eager attentions had Justin unable to concentrate on cleaning.  Instead his fingers pushed in gently between Martins soft nether lips and lightly pumped in an out imagining it was his cock shoving into Miss Brisby as she used to be.

	Teresa held Cynthia and watched, Timmy decided to join in and happily nuzzled Justin's balls from behind him.  Her small nose lifting them while her ears brushed against the rat's buttocks.  All the attention had a very powerful effect on him.  His fingers pumping into Martin sped up and thrust in harder, making the water in the tub slosh and the girl squirm and gyrate her hips.

	Miss Brisby felt him swelling in her mouth, his erection pulsing rapidly and pulled back quickly with mouth held open wide.  The feeling of her mouth leaving his erection and the cooler air wafting over it made him clench his groin.  The first spurt of cum sprayed up onto the receptive mouse's right eye, which closed just in time, before she could aim it to her mouth.

	Justin watched the three year old catching it all, her former maturity giving her some skill for sex even with her greatly reduced age.  He took a while to lose his erection even after orgasm, while he finished bathing the mice.  After getting them some food he sat with them and tried to think of what to do.  As they nestled up against him he realized what he had to do.  He decided to raise them as his own family.  He picked up their mother and kissed her "Would you like to stay with me here?"

	The little girl's eyes watered and she hugged him tightly. "Stay!"  The little mice looked happy with the idea, all except Cynthia, who slept quietly in Martin's arms.  Deep asleep she dreamt of her sister and herself playing together with dolls. Though she didn't really understand all the images, she felt happy from it.

**** ****

	As time passed Justin's new family grew used to their new home and lives.  The rats who had taken them captive and changed them had been changed themselves.  The mice were well fed, treated well by the rats, and Martin was even allowed to go to school with the rat children.  Miss Brisby spent a lot of time with her lover.  Much of that time very intimate.  She felt a great pleasure mating with him, it made her feel mature and grown up.  Timmy and Teresa joined in along with Cynthia,  Martin found she preferred to play with girls though and rarely took part other than to make her sisters happy.

	Justin became worried about Teresa as day by day her belly grew a bit bigger.  At first he thought she was getting fat from good food, but After a few weeks her belly was quite large and he realized it was something else.  Several rats looked at her, but it was a mystery to them until somebody noticed a little kicking from inside.  Teresa... was pregnant!   They had no idea how it happened, but she was pregnant and her tiny nipples even produced milk.  Not enough for a baby, but they puffed up and produced a few drops.

	Martin was quiet, the only Brisby to know what happened being the only one old enough to remember it clearly.  His seed had stayed inside her and had met her egg safely sealed in her womb.  The stone had changed her, not the cells dividing and combining inside her.  His only time mating his sister proved how potent a boy he had been.

	Teresa and Martin grew closer, Martin working hard to get her love.  The five year old felt pride in her cubs, and she loved her sister too.  Together with Justin and their family their childhood was comfortable and happy.  Justin was happy to have a growing family, even without knowing how it happened.  He sat watching the sun set over the top ridge of Thorn Valley.  His family, his lovers, sat with him in huddled together a blanket in the cool autumn night from the top of his home.
