The Little Girl and the Insecure Mage

- by Alvo Torelli, April, 2018

(Author's Note: This story is a response to the following request on Piper's Domain:

A teenage girl finds that every time she babysits her young neighbor, she regresses and ends up being taken care of by him instead. She really shouldn't let this keep happening, but having his thingy inside her feels so good.

submitted by Anonymous, 1-15-2018)

"Ah, hi, this is Deedee?" Deedee said into her phone, a bit dubious about answering a number she didn't recognize.

"Oh, hi, this is Eugene, ah, Eugene McAirs," a timid voice replied. "I, uh, I heard that you maybe do some babysitting?"

Deedee Vicenta perked up at the idea of babysitting. She'd never actually done any babysitting before, but she'd turned thirteen a week ago and her mom had finally relented and said that she could put some flyers up around the neighborhood.

"Wow, yeah, I babysit, sure." Deedee said.

"Oh, great," the voice on the phone said with evident relief. "I've been having a hard time finding someone to take care of Eugene Jr. Sorry, my son, he's ten - he's Eugene too. So, is there like any chance I could meet you, you know, kind of interview you?"

It hadn't occurred to Deedee that a parent might want to check her out before leaving their child with her, but it made sense. So she quickly made arrangements with the man to run by his house later that afternoon. It turned out he only lived a few blocks from the apartment where she and her mother lived.

Deedee rang the bell at the tidy, modest house, a bit nervous for her first babysitting interview. But the man who answered the door was so obviously harmless and befuddled that she lost her nervousness almost at once. He was about thirty five, balding, with a substantial stomach and thick glasses that made him look a bit like a friendly owl. He radiated harmlessness.

"Oh, hi, come on in, Eugene said."

It was a quick, painless interview. Mr. McAirs seemed to take to Deedee at once. But then most people liked the pretty teen right away. She was very polite and always conservative in her choice of clothes - none of that slutty teen wear that all the other girls were wearing. Her big blue eyes sparkled above cornflower complexion, a tiny nose and a small mouth that was quick to smile. Her freckles, which Deedee hated, everyone else found charming.

"So, uh, do you think you could sit for Eugene Jr tonight?" Eugene asked suddenly. "I'm sorry for rushing you, but I need to visit a friend, it's terribly important. Could you?"

"But, I haven't even met your son, I mean..."

"Oh! He's not here right now. He'll be back later. Shall we say eight o'clock? I hope that's okay."

As she walked home, having agreed to her first babysitting gig, it occurred to Deedee that it had all happened rather quickly! But she smiled, happy to have her first chance to make some money of her very own.

Eugene McAirs smiled broadly as he dropped the glamour and his form shifted back to his actual look - a plain, but not unattractive man of about twenty - sandy brown hair, medium build, thick glasses and a pallor that gave away how little time he spent out of doors. His heart beat rapidly. The young girl was gorgeous, and he'd actually managed to talk to her! She was everything he dreamed of when he lay in his bed at night, alone, night after night. She was thin and curvy, but not too curvy, with small breasts that might be extremely sensitive. Had anyone ever touched those perfect little breasts? Had anyone ever touched the little slit between her legs that Eugene only knew from pictures and movies? Oh! If only talking to women didn't make him go almost catatonic. But he was learning; it was so much easier in a different form, as someone completely different.

Eugene's smile faded as he began to worry again. Could he really pull this off? Maybe? Probably not? He'd been planning for this almost since the day his mother passed away, leaving him alone, since the day he'd found the book in the old witch's belongings - the book that gave him his new powers. But it was almost as if he could hear his mother's horrible, demeaning voice. "You'll never amount to anything, Eugene. You can't even talk to women. Quit spending your time with those video games and get laid. Hah, what am I saying - you're never going to find a woman." Her voice followed him everywhere, tormenting him, ruining even the slightest confidence he might draw from his new powers.

The pretty teenager was prompt. Eugene shifted into his older form and met her at the door with a smile. It was the moment of truth. "Oh, wow, thanks again," he stammered, honestly tongue-tied to be in the presence of such a beauty, even someone so young. "So, uh, Eugene junior's in his room. And, uh, I need to run, so, uh, gosh. Kitchen's over there, whatever you need." He was prattling nervously. "Anything else you need?"

"Um, no Mr. McAirs, I think it'll be fine." Deedee didn't know she sounded as nervous as she felt. Her little gaffe spiked Eugene's desire and he had to work hard not to show it on the older face he was wearing.

"Great, great," Eugene said. "I'll just be off then. See you around midnight. And thanks again!"

It was the moment of truth for Eugene. He began to reimagine his appearance even as he tore around the house to re-enter from the back. He was so glad he could change the perception of his clothes and surroundings along with his body! He dashed into the extra room and as he entered, his glamour transformed it into the bedroom of a ten-year-old boy, complete with a racing car bed and Transformers posters on the walls. He was sitting in the middle of the floor, putting a block onto an elaborate lego structure when a soft knock came at the door.

"Uh, come in," Eugene said, almost startled by the little boy voice that he heard.

The door opened and the young girl of his dreams poked her head into the bedroom. "Uh, hi? I'm Deedee," the gorgeous blonde said. "I'm your babysitter."

The ten-year-old Eugene Jr that Deedee found in the back bedroom looked like a nice kid. His mother, whomever she was, must have been pretty, because the boy was much more handsome than his pudgy father. But he had the same, pleasant smile.

"Oh, hi?" the boy said. "Want to play with my legos?"

Deedee's ideal of babysitting consisted of putting the child to bed early, then sitting watching television or texting with her friends for the evening without having to worry about her mother snooping on her, until the parents came home, paid her some money, and she went home. Playing legos with a ten-year-old was not in the cards. So she was surprised when she heard herself say, "yeah, sure."

Sitting cross-legged on the carpet with Eugene Jr, Deedee quickly fell into the fun of making a little house with Eugene's extensive lego set. He helped her a lot! It was hard for her to get all the blocks in the right places, but soon they had a little house that was just the right size for the small doll that he handed her. It made her feel good when Eugene told her what a good job she was doing.

"That was fun, Deedee, I like playing with you," Eugene said as he got up from the floor. "But I think it's time for bed now, don't you?"

"No! Don't wanna go to bed," Deedee said petulantly. "Wanna play more. Wanna play house!"

"Now Deedee, you know better," the nice teenaged boy said. "It's almost nine o'clock! That's awfully late for a seven-year-old to be up, especially on a school night. Come on, let's get your pajamas on and brush your teeth."

Deedee pouted, but she reached up to let Eugene pull her to her feet. She was quickly deciding that he was the best babysitter ever! He knew how to play legos and, gosh, he was really cute and nice. She didn't quite understand the new feelings she was having, but she liked them. Every time he smiled at her she felt like butterflies were trying to wriggle up from her stomach to fly out her mouth.

In the bathroom, Eugene pulled the little stool over for Deedee to stand on while she brushed her teeth. As she brushed, he looked over her shoulder and smiled at her in the mirror. "Look at you. You sure are pretty, Deedee. I'm lucky to get to babysit such a pretty girl!" Deedee saw the way her own blue eyes flared and her cheeks blushed crimson, highlighting the freckles she hated so much. She was so embarrassed, but she was also so happy. Eugene thought she was pretty!

"Here, let me help you with that," Eugene said, back in the girly bedroom with it's four-poster canopied bed and matching pink covers. Deedee blushed again, but she let her babysitter unbutton the front of her cute blue dress. She wondered for a second if it was okay to let him see her little boobies, but it was time for her to go to bed and it was nice of him to help her get ready.

It also felt nice when Eugene ran his fingers across Deedee's hard little nipples. She giggled and he smiled at her, which just made her blush more.

As her dress fell to the ground and she stepped out of it, her nice babysitter said that since it was a warm evening, it would be okay for Deedee to sleep with no pajamas. It tickled when he slid her cotton panties over her little hips and slowly down her smooth legs. Gosh, he was just the nicest babysitter. He even remembered to hand Deedee her favorite stuffed animal, Maxie the bunny, as he pulled the covers back so she could slide into her big, soft bed. The kiss he gave her was much nicer than mommy's kisses and he played with her little tongue for so long.

"I'll just stay here with you so you're not scared," Eugene the sweet babysitter said and Deedee scooted over just enough for the handsome teen to slide next to her in the bed. He was so thoughtful! And his hand felt so nice gently stroking between her thin little girl thighs. "Oh gosh, are you cold?" Eugene asked Deedee when she shivered at his touch. "We mustn't let such a pretty little girl like you catch a chill, Deedee. Let me warm you up."

Deedee liked the warmth of her babysitter on top of her, covering her body with his. He was so thoughtful! He'd even taken off his clothes so that he could warm her with his skin. She opened her legs to wrap them around his body. His hot breath warmed her neck as he nuzzled into her long blonde curls. "Oh gosh, Deedee, you're such a pretty little girl," he murmured into her ear and Deedee couldn't help her little squeak of pleasure. But what was he doing - why was he moving about like that? Oh gosh, her face was pressed into his chest and something was happening down between her legs!

"Ow, ow, owwwww!" Deedee cried out from underneath Eugene. He pushed something between the swollen, excited folds of her private place - the place mommy said little girls weren't supposed to talk about. It was so big. It was bigger than a finger! What did he have down there to push inside of ... "Owwww! OW! OW!" Oh god, oh god, something tore inside of Deedee when her babysitter's thingy, whatever it was, pushed up deep inside of her.

Deedee was scared! Deedee pushed at her babysitters chest with her little hands, but she was helpless. Then she heard Eugene moaning as he pushed the huge thingy in and out of her private place with amazing energy, "Oh god, Deedee, Deedee, it's so good, oh god, yes, I never knew. You're so pretty and wonderful and, and, oh god, you're so tight! Oh fuck me, fuck me, Deedee, you're so beautiful!" Deedee liked it when her babysitter said she was beautiful.

As Eugene cried out, his thingy plunged in and out of Deedee's private place faster and harder - and it didn't hurt as much any more. There was something else happening. Her private place was tingling and grabbing at the thingy on its own. It hurt, but the pain was less than the strange, good feeling and then oh, oh, oh, oh god! Little Deedee arched her back into her babysitter and pulled him tighter to her body with her thin legs, willing his thingy to go as deep inside her as it could.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, YES!" Eugene yelled and pushed his thingy all the way in, holding it deep inside Deedee's little body as she bucked and flailed beneath him. She felt something hot filling her insides and every muscle in her torso and legs tensed in an effort to squeeze the part of Eugene that had invaded her little body. Deedee's eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped for air. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of the strange, wonderful feelings that exploded outwards from her ravaged private place.

Deedee's young, seven-year-old mind couldn't manage the stress and confusion and new sensations. She fainted.

Eugene McAirs was in heaven! He wasn't a virgin any more. He'd actually touched a girl. He'd seen her naked. He'd felt her small boobs and then, oh miracle of miracle, he'd lain atop her and fucked her. Oh god, it was so much better than he'd ever imagined. He'd done it!

He sat on the edge of the simple double bed in the room with no other furnishings. The illusions were much easier with nothing real to get in the way or break his concentration. He stared down at the gorgeous blonde thirteen-year-old's amazing body. He'd helped her fall into a deep sleep. He wanted to touch her again, but he didn't dare wake her up, not yet, not until he was prepared, not until he'd thought through his next move.

But still, he was so excited! He'd done it. He'd even talked to her. It wasn't that hard. Maybe he could talk to any girl now. Maybe. Well, no, the idea was still frightening.

And then, as Eugene relived the wonders of the evening with the beautiful girl he began to see things in a different light. Guilt overwhelmed his excitement. Disillusionment overtook his happiness. He was a cad and a terrible lover. Had he ever, once, considered the poor girl's pleasure? Had he even tried to satisfy her needs? Oh no, idiot that he was, he'd just jumped her bones at the first chance he got, as soon as she was vulnerable and confused. Slam bam thank you ma'am - wasn't that the awful phrase for what he'd done? He'd barely lasted thirty seconds before he'd popped his cork. That was all he was good for. Just like his mother had always told him, he was pathetic!

But, but... oh god, it had been wonderful!

In his heart, Eugene knew it was wrong to use his new powers for such boorish, personal desires. He'd promised himself, over and over: just this once, just to help him get past his horrible fear of women, to take a little of the mystery and the terror out of their overwhelming, infuriating, intoxicating existence! Just this one time. But now he stared down at the gorgeous teen. Even rolled to her side, covered with the sheets and blanket, sleeping like a lamb, she was the most beautiful thing he could imagine. He was so weak. No! he told himself. Just that once. But...

"Deedee, Deedee, wake up. It's time to go home."

Deedee slowly woke up and looked about, finding herself on the couch in Mr. McAirs' house, with an afghan pulled up to her shoulders. "Oh, hi, Mr. McAirs," she said, a bit groggily. Then a horrible, frightening dream raced through her mind. A dream with a boy who wasn't a boy but a young man and a babysitter, her, who wasn't a babysitter but a girl, a little girl and there was flirting and undressing and... OH! Oh god! Deedee blushed bright red at the dream. She didn't see the way Mr. McAirs' eyes flared at the sight. She didn't hear the small gasp he tried to hide.

"Uh, Eugene junior is sound asleep in his room," Eugene said quickly to get past the moment. "I can run you home now, if we're quick. And, um, here's the money for taking care of him. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." Eugene handed Deedee forty dollars for her evenings work.

Deedee didn't understand why she felt a terrible, momentary pang of guilt when she took the money from her charge's nice father. She was confused. Her dream seemed so oddly real. She stuck the pair of twenties into the pocket of her jeans and hefted herself off of the couch. Oh my! She was unsteady on her feet, and for a moment she was kind of sore, here and there. "Um, thanks, Mr. McAirs. Eugene, I mean Eugene junior was great. He's a great kid." At least, I think he's a great kid, she thought to herself. "Uh, any time."

Mr. McAirs drove Deedee home quickly and silently, but all the way she had the strange feeling that he desperately wanted to ask her something.

When Deedee got another call from Mr. McAirs the following afternoon, she was surprised that she wasn't surprised. It was almost as if she'd been waiting for his call. She'd woken up in the morning feeling worn out, and sore. It was so strange. And that damn dream had been going through her head all day. The feeling of being so little, so young, so helpless - the young man on top of her - his big thingy. She laughed at herself! Half a dozen times she'd caught herself thinking about a man's cock - no, that young man's cock - as his "thingy." If she told any of her friends they'd point at her and scream with laughter.

Oh right, her phone. Deedee answered and the nice Mr. McAirs wanted to know if perhaps, just this once, she could maybe, on such short notice, babysit Eugene junior again, tonight, if it wasn't too much trouble, perhaps? Deedee smiled into the phone as she assured Eugene that yes, she be happy to look after little Eugene again, this evening. No problem. Six o'clock? Sure, she'd be there.

Deedee Vicenta was promptly on time to the McAirs' house and Eugene let her in with a quick greeting. But he was out the door almost before she'd taken off her jacket, leaving only the quickest request that she pull together some dinner for Eugene junior. The little boy was nowhere in sight, but Deedee just assumed he was back in his room with his legos again. She remembered he had quite the huge set of legos, but she couldn't quite remember what they had made with them...

"Oh, hi Deedee," the ten-year-old Eugene said a couple of moments later, coming from the back of the house. "Are you going to make me some dinner? I'm really hungry."

"Hi Eugene!" Deedee said with pleasure. "Sure. What shall we make?" She tousled the boys hair, then took his hand to walk together into the kitchen.

"What's your favorite dinner?" the ten-year-old boy asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess..." Deedee looked around. She hadn't done that much cooking. She wasn't sure where to start or what she wanted. And the cabinets seemed awfully high. But she was kind of hungry and then her tummy told her what she wanted. "I want mac-n-cheese. Can I have mac-n-cheese, please?"

"Sure!" Eugene said. "I can make that Deedee. I'd love to make that for you. Here, why don't you sit in on this stool while I make your dinner, sweetie." Eugene easily lifted the little girl up onto one of the kitchen stools, then went around the counter to pull a box of mac-n-cheese from one of the upper cabinets, where Deedee would never have been able to reach. He started heating up the water and he smiled at his seven-year-old charge.

"How old are you, Eugene?" Deedee asked the handsome boy as she swung her skinny legs to and fro under the stool. She pressed her skirt between her legs and squirmed on the seat. It was fun to watch him work, he was so handsome and sweet and he smiled at her so nicely. He made her tummy feel funny.

"I'm sixteen," Eugene said as he poured the macaroni into the boiling water and set it to simmer. Then he grabbed milk from the refrigerator.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Deedee blurted out, then she giggled and covered her blushing face with her hands.

Eugene gave her a sly smile. "No, Deedee, I don't have a girlfriend." He mixed the cheese sauce together and then looked up to say teasingly say, "There is one girl I sort of like. But she's a little bit younger than me."

Deedee's eyes got big as saucers. Could he mean...? Oh golly! The funny feelings in her stomach were awful.

"Here you go, sweetie," Eugene said, putting a nice bowl of mac-n-cheese in front of the little girl. He came around the counter with another bowl for himself, but as he passed Deedee he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips! He lingered, pressing into her, teasing her lips with his tongue, then moved on to sit at the stool next to her.

Deedee could barely breathe! She stared at her mac-n-cheese, unable to eat a bite!

As Eugene finished his dinner he said, "Well, I guess it's time for little girls to get ready for bed. Don't you think so, Deedee?"

At the mention of bed a strange memory flashed through Deedee's young mind and her private place gave off a tingling jolt of energy! "I, I guess so?" she said.

"Okay," Eugene responded brightly. "But I know you're supposed to take a shower before bed tonight. So we better go take care of that first."

Deedee let her handsome babysitter lead her down the hall to the bathroom. First he put the step stool in front of the sink so she could stand up high and brush her teeth. He smiled at her in the mirror and she blushed, remembering the way he had kissed her in the kitchen. It was scary, but she sort of hoped he would kiss her again. She liked the way he stood close behind her, with one hand gently resting on her little hip.

When she was done with her teeth, Deedee turned around on the step stool to face the tall boy. Even on the stool she was far shorter than his six feet, but she could tilt her head back to look up into his face and he wasn't so very far away. She liked the way he smiled at her and the way he looked at her. She didn't mind the way he was unbuttoning the front of her nice dress. She was supposed to take a shower after all! But she went up onto her tiptoes, straining her neck upwards, biting her lip, hopeful...

Eugene kissed the pretty child again, leaning down to get to her face. His hands pulled at the front of her dress and he pressed hard into her little mouth, trapping her tiny tongue between his teeth. He kissed her deeply, as he'd only ever imagined kissing a girl before. The power of the illusion Eugene radiated was nearly as strong for him as it was for Deedee. At the surface, both of them accepted her as a pretty seven-year-old with a crush on her handsome, tall sixteen-year-old babysitter. Under the surface Eugene could keep track of a different reality, if he wanted to. But the girl was completely lost to the authority of Eugene's illusion.

The buttons of Deedee's cute pinafore slowly gave way to Eugene's fingers as he continued to kiss her. He pushed the dress down over her arms, letting her reach up to wrap those arms around his neck and kiss him back. The pinafore fell to the floor around the little stool, where Deedee stood in her stocking feet. He broke off the kiss at last and the little girl pouted at him. It was so cute!

"It's time for your shower, sweetie," Eugene said as he turned the shower water on to warm up. "I'll get in all kinds of trouble if you don't get nice and clean before bedtime. Let's get you into the nice warm water now." And with that, Eugene carefully slid Deedee's blue cotton panties down her thin legs and helped her out of her socks as well. Then he lifted the child by her waist and set her into the shower-tub. Right away he stripped off his own clothes. Deedee barely had her long blonde hair wet before Eugene was in the tub with her and he poured out a dollop of shampoo to work into her thick locks. She stood facing away from him, so she didn't see the frightening size of the cock that stood straight out from Eugene's body.

The little girl shivered under the attention of Eugene's fingertips as he massaged the shampoo into her scalp and worked down over her shoulders. It felt so nice to run his hands over her smooth, wet skin. Eugene's cock was screaming at him to grab the child and fuck her - do it now! But he was determined not to give in to those animal instincts, like he'd done the night before. Instead, he let his hands drift down over Deedee's chest, spreading the slick lather over her small breasts. He carefully let enough of the illusion drop to let him grasp and feel Deedee's real breasts, her thirteen-year-old, nascent boobs, each a perfect, small handful. He knew that her body, which couldn't be tricked like her mind, would react to his touch. Her shivering and gasping told him how sensitive her breasts were, even though she only saw the flat chest of a seven-year-old.

Deedee moaned at Eugene's attentions and he got a thrill of excitement. He was doing it. He was pleasuring his lovely girl!

Eugene pressed Deedee forward under the water, rinsing the shampoo from her hair. Then he grabbed the soap and he knelt behind her. "We have to get you really clean, sweetie," he whispered into her ear. She stiffened when she felt his soapy hands start to explore her small frame, gliding easily over her glistening, smooth skin. The little gasps she gave as Eugene touched her in places a man shouldn't touch a little girl - nipples, thighs, puffy mons - drove him on.

Eugene found Deedee's tight cunny with a long, soapy finger. It slipped up inside and pulsed in and out of her, raking over her engorged, tiny clit at the same time. His efforts to pleasure her were quickly rewarded. Deedee pushed her shoulders back into Eugene's body, closed her eyes and began to softly pant in time with the strokes of first one finger, then two.

For several minutes, as Eugene finger-fucked the child, he continued to ravage one small, perfect breast and nipple, then the other. But even as terribly inexperienced as he was, Eugene could tell that Deedee's hormone-riddled teen body was about to succumb to a massive orgasm. Whether her seven-year-old persona understood or not, her body was responding to his ravaging fingers. Timing his move perfectly, he suddenly moved his free hand around to Deedee's backside. He slid his soapy, slippery digits into the warmth between her lovely round ass cheeks and forced his middle finger up into her incredibly tight bum hole.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Deedee screamed. Sexual climax overtook her little body and mind. The warm, streaming water, the fingers in her tight pussy, the finger shoving rapidly in and out of her ass, the nearness of her handsome, excited babysitter. It all overwhelmed her. Her knees buckled and it was only Eugene's strong arms that kept her from falling. With sudden, desperate need, Deedee twisted her body to the side and threw one arm around Eugene's neck. She pulled tight when he kissed her, hard. But he never let up finger-fucking her, front and back. Her orgasm rolled on and on and on until she thought she would faint. She nearly did.

But suddenly, mercifully her babysitter stopped. Deedee could tell how excited he was as he pulled his magic fingers from her body and moaned "Oh god, oh god, now Deedee, now, you have to! I'm the babysitter. You have to do as I say, yes, you have to!" As he moaned he ran his hand up the back of her neck to twine his fingers in her long wet hair and he stood up, right in front of her. Deedee's legs were like jelly but she did her best to stand up.

There, immediately in front of Deedee's terrified face, was Eugene's thingy. It was so big and angry and throbbing. It touched her face and she wanted to scream but Eugene had it in his hand and he was pushing the tip of it hard against her lips. "Do it, do it, oh god, baby, do it!" Eugene kept saying over and over, but Deedee din't understand what he wanted. It kept touching her lips and and her cheeks. Eugene was stroking the monster of flesh with his hand. The warm water was still pelting them from above. "Oh god, I can't take it," Eugene moaned and pressed the tip hard against Deedee's little lips. "Suck it!"

Deedee opened her lips and the huge thingy slipped straight into her mouth. Immediately Eugene used his firm grip on her head to push her face forward and back, forcing her wide-spread lips and her tongue to scrape up and down the last three inches of the huge thingy. She was choking and spluttering and she was sure that he was going to ram it down her throat. But those worries only lasted a few, terrifying seconds. Instead, the handsome babysitter shuddered and groaned unintelligibly and Deedee's mouth filled to overflowing with some kind of hot, thick goop that tasted very strange and coated every surface of her mouth and tongue.

The thingy slipped from Deedee's mouth and shot another huge geyser of the thick goo straight into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out, but Eugene had pulled her to the side, out of the stream of the shower and he forced her head to tilt backwards as he stared down at the amazing sight of Deedee's little mouth filled with his cum. Desperate and scared, Deedee forced much of the nasty seed out of her mouth, to dribble over her cheeks and chin, but Eugene just scooped it all back into her mouth and commanded her, "Swallow it, baby. Oh god, I always wanted to see a girl swallow my cum. Oh man, yes, yes!" Deedee did as she was told. Eugene was the babysitter after all. She closed her mouth around the thick, oily cum and tried to swallow it. But she gagged and coughed. Some of the cum was forced out through her tiny nose and some of it went spraying out into the shower. Now she was inundated with the smell of Eugene's issue. The texture, the taste, the smell - it overwhelmed her young mind. She had to get rid of it! She swallowed again and again, finally getting the last of it out of her mouth. But she knew she would taste and smell it for a long time.

Thankfully, Eugene pushed Deedee back under the shower. He even let her rinse her small mouth out. And then he carefully lifted her into his arms, high in the air, where she wrapped her legs around him as he kissed her once again.

Eugene's guilty conscience kicked him again. He couldn't believe he had so little control of himself. He'd forced the poor little girl to suck his dick because he couldn't hold back his desire. He had to make it up to her.

He enveloped the little girl in a huge fluffy towel. He dried her off and grabbed a second towel to dry her hair as she stood clutching the first towel around her naked body. The bit of creme rinse he'd put in her hair, as if he was really the babysitter, taking good care of his little charge, made combing her hair much easier.

"Time for bed, sweetie," Eugene said as he slipped a lightweight nightgown over Deedee's head. She didn't mention that he hadn't given her any panties and her big eyes stared up at him. She nodded, and Eugene could tell that she knew their evening wasn't over. She might believe she was a seven-year-old, but her pubescent body knew better - and it was excited. He was so glad.

Hand in hand they walked to the bedroom, which was once again apparently decked out in little-girl-modern, with its big four-poster, pink canopied bed. Eugene carefully turned down the bed and lifted the small girl up to sit on the edge.

"Do you want me to tell you a story, sweetie," Eugene asked the little girl.

"Oh, oh yes, please!" Deedee answered.

"Okay then," Eugene said with a wry smile. "Let's see. Once upon a time there was a fairy princess who was asked to hide a special magic potion that was the best and most important magic potion in the whole kingdom."

It was a silly story, but Deedee heard it through the ears of a seven-year-old. Almost immediately she was rapt, with big, questioning eyes.

"So the fairy princess thought and thought about where to hide the magic potion and she decided to hide in in her special dark magic tunnel. But the fairy princess knew that someday, someone would need the magic potion and so she cast a spell - a scary spell." As he told the story, Eugene knelt directly in front of Deedee where she sat at the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on top of each of her thin, bare legs and he began to rub up and down, gently with his fingers, from her knees up onto her thighs. His hands slowly went higher and higher, up under the little girl's nightgown as she sat mesmerized by his silly story.

"The fairy princess decided that the only way anyone could retrieve the magic potion was to come to the entrance to her magic tunnel and speak in a special tongue that only the magic tunnel would understand." Eugene pressed the fascinated child's legs farther apart, then farther, never ceasing to pet her as he whispered his silly story. And the little girl's breathing betrayed the obvious fact that her body was quickly getting aroused.

"And then one day, a handsome prince from another kingdom arrived. Everywhere he went he announced that he was very desperate to find the magic potion. The need was clear on the handsome prince's face. And so the people took pity on the desperate lad and told him that their fairy princess had the potion, but he would have to delve into the mysteries of her dark tunnel and speak in the special tongue to find the magic potion." As Eugene neared the end of the story he'd got closer and closer to his little charge and his hands were up under her nightgown to her her waist. He pressed her back onto the bed and pushed the nightgown up onto her stomach, revealing her perfect, hairless little cunny. He pushed her legs even farther apart and lifted them back.

"So the handsome prince went to the dark, hidden tunnel." Eugene let his lips nestle into the child's warm, glistening slit. She was already wet with desire, again. "And he spoke into the tunnel with his clever, silver tongue." He swiped his tongue up through the child's pussy and raked it over her clit. She shivered and from the corner of his eye Eugene could see her grasping at the pink covers with her little fists. "The prince used his tongue again and again and again." He went harder and harder at the child's tight slit, splitting her swollen pink lips and delving deep inside of her before lashing his tongue roughly up to her distended, excited clit. He teased her unmercifully as she began to quiver and give off tiny moans of desperation. "The prince was brave and strong and desperate and his clever tongue knew just what to say," Eugene spoke into Deedee's little cunt, then tasted her deeply again. She tasted so good, so much better than Eugene had ever imagined. And she was so close, so very close. Any second now. Yes, yes, the little girl was almost ready to explode with a robust, loud orgasm. Eugene was amazed to learn how exciting it was to thoroughly stimulate someone else, to give them so much pleasure.

"And the fairy princess gave the prince her magic potion," Eugene proclaimed, deep into Deedee's spasming little pussy as she climaxed and creamed his face, clutching his head between her thin legs and writhing without control on the big bed.

Deedee lost track of reality as the best orgasm yet wracked her little body. Her handsome babysitter - or was he a handsome prince? - had the most amazing tongue. Electric bolts coursed through her body, emanating from her tiny clit and shooting out through her extremities, every finger, every toe, her nose, her ears and most of all her diamond hard little nipples.

When Deedee started to come down from her high enough for her brain to reconnect with her senses she found herself on her elbows and knees on the big pink bed. Her face was inches from the mattress and she had the covers clutched tightly in her little fists again. Something was still pressing at the entrance of her private place, rolling about and teasing her sensitive flesh, but it wasn't the prince's wonderful tongue, it wasn't his lips or his stubbly chin - she knew it was Eugene's thingy! Was it really only a little while ago that Deedee had taken her babysitters thingy into her mouth and swallowed the strange thick stuff that erupted from it? Before, his thingy was just some abstraction, but now she knew it was thick and powerful and long and hot and filled with spewing magic. Did he want to put more of that thick gooey stuff inside her? Deedee knew that her tiny seven-year-old body was no match for the eight or nine inches of massive man meat. It was impossible! An intense wave of panic coursed through her brain and mixed with the orgasm that was still sending her signals of intense pleasure.

In that exact moment Deedee felt two forceful hands grasp her small hips. Before her orgasm had fully waned, when she was conscious enough to understand but still helpless in the throes of passion - her babysitter thrust his long cock deep into her incredibly tight, wet cunt.

"Oh gah, oh gah, oh gah," Deedee screamed with every thrust of the huge cock. It felt like Eugene's thingy was going up into her chest, trying to escape through her throat. And it would have looked the same to any observer caught up in Eugene's powerful, thorough illusion, as an eight-inch throbbing monster was slammed again and again to the very root into the tiny body of a seven-year-old girl who was really, physically, thirteen.

Deedee's orgasm came storming back as she was spitted, over and over, by her babysitter. She gasped and grunted in time with the massive shoves into her deepest crevice. It was brutal, but it was incredibly wonderful at the same time. On and on the teen fucked her. Her knees and her elbows began to burn from the friction against the covers. Her little fists cramped from grabbing so forcefully at the covers, but she was too far gone to try to relax them. Every muscle in her body shivered and spasmed and she grasped at Eugene's long thingy with all of her remaining energy, milking him with her cunt.

The babysitter screamed and arched his back and he came, forcing his cock as deep inside the little girl as he could. Pulse after pulse of hot semen filled her little womb. He nearly crushed her hips as he strained and pulled and quivered. And the little vixen played her part as her cunt clamped down to extract every drop of his seed, rippling from one end of his cock to the other.

But it was all too much for the innocent preteen version of Deedee. Too much sex, too much emotion, too much near-violence, stress and overwhelming sensations. Once again, Deedee fainted dead away, still hanging from Eugene's mighty invader.

Deedee Vicenta checked quickly, but carefully, to make sure no one else was in the girl's restroom. It was the middle of class, so she wasn't surprised to have the restroom to herself. As quickly as possible she locked herself into the last stall. She was so desperate. She couldn't get the dream out of her head, the dream about the handsome teenaged boy version of Eugene Jr and his thingy, his wonderful, hard, big, throbbing thingy that made little-girl Deedee feel so... Ohhhh! Yes. God. Deedee's thin fingers stroked through her wet pussy and flicked at her needy little clit. She was so close.

It was the worst possible moment for Deedee's smartphone to start insistently vibrating. No, no, no, she moaned, fumbling it out of the pocket of the jeans balled up around her ankles. As she did the money she'd gotten for babysitting the night before fell out onto the bathroom floor and a familiar wave of intense shame washed over her. The dream of her babysitting exploits redoubled with the shame and the desperation in her young cunny tripled. The phone vibrated angrily. "Oh god!" Deedee moaned in need and she pressed the buzzing phone hard against her clit. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes!" she squeaked as the phone's vibrations stimulated her and sent her over the edge, to the orgasm she sought. It was brief, but intense, and the second it was over Deedee knew she'd be desperate again in no time.

The phone buzzed against her wet crotch again. Oh no, she recognized the number. It was him!

"Oh, ah, hello?" Deedee managed to answer, breathing hard, "Mr. McAirs?"

"Ah, hi, Deedee. Um, well, I feel terrible taking advantage of you on such short..."

"Sure, I'd love to babysit again. Tonight?" Deedee interrupted Eugene Sr, then clapped her hand over her mouth as another wave of shame and lust and confusion swept over her young mind. She couldn't go over there again! There was something wrong at that house, something scary and bad! She mustn't! But oh, gosh, that house, it's where the dream came from, the dream about the handsome boy and his big thingy and the way his big thingy felt so good inside her. She nearly giggled out loud at her mind's insistence on calling it a thingy instead of a cock. "Really, tonight is fine," she heard herself say.

Deedee was prompt at seven thirty, even though her mother had questioned her about jumping into so much babysitting so fast. Didn't she want to spend any time texting or hanging out with her friends? Did she have all her homework done? As usual, Deedee was told Eugene Jr was back in his room and Eugene Sr disappeared as if the house was on fire. Deedee bit her lip in anticipation, although she told herself again and again that she was just here to babysit a nice ten-year-old boy who likes... What was it he liked? Legos maybe?

But why was Deedee being left alone? It was scary to be alone! Was she by herself, in the big empty house? Oh gosh! Deedee clutched her stuffed bunny hard to her chest and bit her quivering lip even harder.

"Oh my goodness, there you are! Are you okay, sweetie?" Little Deedee swirled around at the sound of her handsome babysitter's voice. He kneeled just in front of her and pulled her into a hug. "Oh my, oh my, were you scared? I'm so sorry."

Eugene leaned back from Deedee, holding her at arms length by her shoulders. She pouted and nodded her head. A single tear managed to escape her eye. She wanted him to hug her again. He was so handsome! And she vaguely remembered that he had something that she really liked, some thingy that she didn't quite understand.

"I'm so sorry, baby!" he babysitter said. "Should I kiss it and make it better?"

Deedee's eyes flared and she knew she blushed, but she didn't care. "Um, uh-huh," she assented.

Oh gosh, it was so nice to kiss Eugene. He was so big and strong, she was so little in his arms, and she felt the strangest, pleasurable sensation when he forced his way into her mouth and took control of her little tongue. Wasn't there something else he liked to force into her mouth? Deedee shivered with excitement as she let herself be controlled by her powerful babysitter.

As Eugene set Deedee on the edge of the big, fluffy pink bed and lifted her little sundress over head she giggled at his touch. "Eugene," she asked, "shouldn't I brush my teeth before bed?"

"Oh god, later," the boy said as he pressed Deedee back and brought his lips to the side of her neck, nuzzling into her gorgeous long blonde curls. "Later," he whispered with breathy desperation. "I missed you so much. I thought about you all day. I even..." Deedee couldn't see the boy blush, a reaction he couldn't remove from the magical glamour. Then he kissed Deedee again as he struggled to remove her little cotton panties.

"Jesus. I need you so much! I thought I could stay away from you. It isn't right, but, but, oh god, I have to..." Eugene's words grew more and more desperate as he fingered her naked, sopping little cunny.

Deedee didn't understand why he rolled her to her front and pressed down on top of her tiny body, but she didn't care as long as he kept touching her in her special, sensitive places. He pressed his face through her hair to nibble at the back of her neck just as his hand snaked under her to attack her inflamed nipples. Deedee had to arch her back in response, and as she did he slipped his hand between her legs. Two fingers entered her pussy, distracting her for a moment from the thumb that rubbed some warm, tingling ointment into her tiny rosebud. Deedee couldn't help but cry out in her scared, little girl mewl, "oh, oh, Eugene! Ohhhh!"

Deedee wanted to cry out, 'no, no, don't stop,' when Eugene moved his larger body higher. But her face was pressed into the mattress as the back of her head was pushed down by Eugene's broad chest. He was frightening her with the intensity of his kisses, nibbles and probing fingers. She gasped into the covers when he pulled his wiggling fingers from her engorged cunny and a second later she felt more of the tingling, warm oiliness at her tiny rosebud.

Oh gosh! The tingling was getting stronger, hotter, scarier! It burned! What was it? What was the hard thing swirling through the fearsome balm? Oh god, was that Eugene's thingy!? Flashes of memory seared the little girl's mind - visions of Eugene's huge, powerful thingy and what he could do with it. "No, no, Eugene, nooo!" Deedee tried to cry out, but her screams were swallowed by the mattress. And besides, Eugene was the babysitter. You have to do what the babysitter wants. It was good to let the babysitter control...

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Deedee screamed. She bucked and thrashed and half of her scream escaped the muffling mattress. Eugene's thingy was in her bottom! It was too big to be in her bottom! And he was forcing more and more of it into her bottom. He pulled back and thrust deeper. He did it again, and again. Deedee scrabbled at the sheets with her little hands and screamed again. The burning, tingling stuff was all up inside of her now. It helped Eugene stroke his thingy in and out of little Deedee's ass at a fearsome pace. Deedee barely realized that he had snaked his hand underneath her, but when he started to rapidly rub and tease her swollen clitoris she screamed yet again.

Deedee climaxed. She climaxed so hard. Her hormone-driven thirteen-year-old body went over the moon from the wild stimulation of her powerful ass fuck; her seven-year-old mind reveled in the sensation of submitting to her handsome, dominant babysitter and his hungry thingy. Body and mind screamed and thrashed and quivered with delight.

When he came, loud and hard, in Deedee's fine ass, it was spectacular and better than anything he'd ever imagined. Eugene pumped his seed into the child's ass and relished the way she continued to squeeze him, rippling along his length with her rectal muscles. He collapsed atop her, out of breath, blanketing her small body.

Eugene knew he should glamour the girl into another deep sleep, from which she'd awake with only vague dream-like memories, but he couldn't, not yet. He felt bad for taking her so quickly and violently, but he'd thought of her and her fine bodies, seven and thirteen, every second since the night before. He was supposed to be moving on, finding someone his own age, refraining from abusing his powers. It was beyond him. He needed Deedee and he wanted Deedee and he was too weak to prevent himself from having Deedee.

After just four visits Eugene had complete mastery of his power with Deedee. The seven-year-old persona and image she took on seemed so real because it was so real, pulled from her own mind and memories. She didn't just feel like her younger self, she was her younger self. She didn't just feel submissive, she was submissive.

Eugene carried the nearly limp child into the bathroom and held her as he got the shower to warm up. She revived slowly under the stinging, warm spray, but continued to cling weakly to his neck, nestling her cheek against his shoulder, until finally he could set her down and enjoy the sensation of washing her long blonde curls. He nearly screamed when the child unexpectedly took his cock into her soapy little hands and gently stroked him back to tumescence. Soon enough she was back in his arms, her back banging against the steamy tile work of the shower as Eugene fucked the little vixen against the wall. It took a long, glorious time for Eugene to cum in the preteen body again and little Deedee had three or four tortured, explosive climaxes along the way.

Later, Eugene thrilled his little charge by ordering a cheese pizza for them. Deedee declared him officially the best babysitter ever. He helped her brush her teeth, smiling and telling her how pretty she was. She blushed and frowned at her freckles. Finally, he tucked her into bed, let her suck his thingy until it was hard as a diamond again, then fucked her with it slowly and lovingly for a long, long, time.

Every day Deedee told herself that something was wrong about babysitting Eugene Jr and she swore she would say no. Every day she looked at the money she'd earned for babysitting and she couldn't quite understand why she felt shame. But every day Eugene Sr called her and she tried to pierce the veil around that other Eugene and his thingy and... And she said yes.

Even after she started to show, Deedee continued to babysit Eugene Jr. It took at least another week for Eugene Sr and Eugene Jr to notice that the pretty young teen was pregnant, but once they did they were very excited. And the strange, disturbing dreams that Deedee always brought back from her time with Eugene got even wilder as her belly got bigger and bigger.

One weekend Eugene Sr. came to visit Deedee at her mother's apartment. Her mother was charmed with him at once and shortly into the visit she was happy to help Eugene pack up Deedee's things into several boxes and a couple of suitcases as Deedee waddled around pointing at the things she wanted. But she wouldn't let them pack away her stuffed bunny, which she clutched to her body - because she was kind of scared.

A bit later, Deedee sat on the edge of her big, pink canopied bed, swinging her little legs back and forth and clutching her lion. It was scary that mommy was going away for a long time, but it was exciting to know that her wonderful babysitter was coming to stay with her all the time. She knew that he liked her big, bulging tummy that had the little baby in it, and he told the nicest stories, and he was so handsome and sweet and nice and...

And he had the best thingy!

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