Kit's Regressing Transgression by tannim March 21, 2010 Kit kicked an empty bottle down the street. Mr. Kahn had refused to pay him after Baloo had been late, AGAIN. Miss Cunningham would yell at him too, because he hadn't had time to pick up the groceries because of, again, Baloo. His frustration and anger at Papabear made him kick the bottle hard enough to shatter it. He felt a pain in his foot and hopped a bit rubbing the bruise while cursing quietly and rounded when he bumped into somebody ready for something vent. "Watch it, idiot, some of us have things to do!" He shoved the woman he'd bumped without really seeing her. "Leave me alone and get the hell out of my way!" Kit really wished he could curse better as he stalked away without another glance at her. His body stopped moving a few seconds later. He couldn't move, couldn't even breath, all he could do was see straight ahead... and hear a tapping foot. His whole body swiveled around without moving and he found himself looking at a wrinkled woman in a rather severe business outfit. The woman adjusted her glasses and slapped the boy. He couldn't react to block it and he couldn't rub his cheek after. She studied him for a moment, then pulled a little girl doll from her pocket. After tugging a hair from his chest she spoke. "Well, young man. You weren't raised very well I see. Maybe next time you'll be raised better... as a little slut!" She stuck the hair in the doll, with kit's eyes focusing on and following it, before she set it on the ground. "A good boy wouldn't talk to a woman like that, so you'll be a good girl instead." Kit's chest hurt, for a moment, as his heart suddenly raced. His hands tingled, then his feet and legs and whole body. He felt a powerful tingle between his legs, so similar to orgasm he managed to force out a groan. The boy found his body released from whatever had held him, but he could do little other than feel the fur on his body itch. The boy glowed in the deserted street, with the old woman the only one watching, then changed. His arms slowly retracted into his body with his legs shortening as well. His shirt hung lower on him as his body resized itself. The front hem of his shirt was held up, however, by his boyhood. Kit's cock had swelled to full erection from the initial tingles to his body from the woman's power. On the ground nearby the doll grew as he shrank. It's head had nearly doubled where Kit's had regressed back. Both its arms and legs too had grown in proportion to Kit's loss. The boy tried to call for help and was shocked at how much higher pitch his voice had become. He couldn't believe that he really WAS younger. Worse, his voice had more of a girlish pitch to it. He looked down to see his shirt much looser. His feet looked more dainty, his legs showing more curves and slender structure under the fur. Kit heard the woman's voice, heavy with amusement, telling him he couldn't possibly enjoy it with that shirt hiding him. His shirt vanished from around his body, exposing him fully to her and the empty street. Kit's eyes widened as he saw his chest. What had once had a hint of boyish muscle and mass, melted before his eyes into a flat young body. Even his chest tuft he'd been trying to grow bigger faded into the rest of his chest fur. Worst of all was when he looked between his legs. His swollen boyhood, still hard and begging for attention, diminished rapidly while staying erect. The woman gestured again and he found himself outside his body watching all the changes taking place. All around him the street turned to a starry glittering blue and gold space with his body standing on a glowing path. The buildings faded, everything was empty except for his body. He was amazed at the changes. Kit looked so much younger, nearly Molly's age. His arms and legs had become so slender. His penis had become so small. It was his eye lashes that caught his attention to something even more wrong. They had grown longer. All around over his body he noticed wrongness. The muscle tone and bone structure in the legs were too curvy, as he had noticed before, but from outside they looked downright feminine. His arms too. He felt panic when he saw his face again. It didn't look like a boy's face. It was purely that of a girl. His eyes dropped and relief flooded his mind when he saw the penis and testicles between his legs. Kit's relief was short lived though. His penis sagged suddenly, as though the life had been left it. The boy's once proud erection flagged and he saw it shrink further still. Tears ran down his girlish cheeks in both ethereal and physical self as his testicles and penis both retracted or simply shrank into his body bit by bit. His balls grew smaller, he could even feel them pulling up into his groin as they had when he was little. With their reduction a growing pressure inside built. He had to pee badly, only he recognized it as needing to orgasm, but his body told him he had to pee. His thoughts were so confused suddenly. Kit was growing younger rapidly, even as his genitals were changing, and his young mind couldn't handle the thoughts and memories it had been filled with. He watched his scrotum deflate fully and then his penis pulled into his body until just the tip was visible. The boy's eyes were wide and staring as his urethra pulled down, moving flesh around it. They were wider still when his empty scrotum split down the middle and parted. Each inner side of the part parted again forming little lips and big lips. Inside he could feel more changes while his young mind formed the word pussy before all thoughts of sexuality were pushed aside, all the while that need to pee built to a desperation. Kit stooped over suddenly, his limbs growing uncoordinated, and then he sat down heavily. The pressure and need inside erupted with the thump on the ground and she came hard. Kit wasn't sure what he was anymore, if he was himself, or herself, or just something watching. The head on the body mirrored his movement when he looked at parts of what he thought of as himself. The woman merged the two, physical and ethereal, into one again and Kit cried loudly where she sat on the ground. The little girl felt a powerful sense of loss and wrongness, as well as an overwhelming urge to touch herself between her legs. Instead, Kit just cried and wanted to be held. The woman watched the new little girl, enjoying her naked little frame and nodded to herself. "That'll teach you, you rude little boy. Maybe you'll grow with better manners as a girl... if you can avoid the risks." She picked up the doll, which had grown quite a bit bigger and more masculine, then stalked off. Behind her, Kit, nearly three years old, felt lost and alone and scare. Her bare body was still fully exposed and still wanted to cum. The toddler's pussy drooled her unwanted arousal onto the concrete where she sat even as the first set of male eyes found her and footsteps quickly approached.