The Witch Next Door Ch. 02

She felt her knees buckle, and was forced to pull her hand away from her breasts to grab the edge of the dresser to steady herself; this prompted a gasp, for she couldn't quite recall when she had felt pleasure so intensely. Her fingers were working faster, harder, slamming into her pussy over and over; her hand on the dresser clenched, gripping hard, as the orgasm neared. Finally, with a low moan and her eyes rolling back in her head, Melissa came, deep and hard. Her thighs were soaked, her fingers were soaked, and her head was swimming. She staggered back from the dresser and fell back onto the mattress. Sleep overtook her quickly.

----

Melissa awoke bright and early, curled in the blankets atop her mattress; held in the crook of her arm was the stuffed animal she'd brought up to her room the night before, and tucked under her head was the old blanket. She yawned and stretched, pushing back the covers and rolling out of bed. After her orgasm last night she hadn't bothered to dress, so she now shuffled over to her dresser to find clothes for the day. That's when she stepped in front of the mirror and noticed something that certainly was different from last night.

Staring into the mirror, Melissa's reflection was a far cry from the normal, busty one she had become accustomed to; where her full, heavy tits had been last night, nearly nothing remained. Her D cup was gone... hell, even the slightly smaller bust she'd been sporting before she went to bed was gone. Now she barely had two mounds on her chest worth calling breasts; Melissa wasn't even sure if these things needed a training bra, let alone the real deal. She lifted her hands to her chest, running her fingers over the newly flattened area in shock.

There was nothing more she could do for those several long moments but stare at herself, wondering if this was some kind of strange dream that she needed to wake up from. But no matter how long she waited, she never woke up. "Moooooom," The low cry came from her throat before she realized what she was doing; Melissa was quick to throw on a t-shirt and pajama pants and head from her room. She hadn't felt a shirt be this loose in the chest since she was a little girl. The college student all but sprinted through the hall, down the stairs, and into the living room.

... And came to a skidding halt at the bottom of the steps. There, sitting topless on the couch with that weird neighbor from a few nights before, was her mother. Melissa wasn't quite sure which part shocked her more -- the fact that her mother was sitting naked from the waist up, or the fact that her mother's breasts had grown so substantially over the last couple of days while Melissa's were busy shrinking. Her mother was holding one of her large breasts in one hand while the other gently kneaded the areola before pinching gently on the nipple. When she did, a few beads of white liquid appeared in the center; another pinch had a small stream squirt out, onto the floor.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Alice," Kaitlin said with a quiet laugh. "They've been so tender for the last couple of days. And this morning they started doing this. I don't know what's happening to me."

"Mom..." Melissa started, stepping forward. Both women on the couch looked over to her simultaneously; Kaitlin let go of her breast, causing the heavy flesh to drop and bounce on her chest. "What's going on here? Why aren't you wea-..."

She was cut off when Alice raised her hand, palm up, toward Melissa. "Hush, darling. Grown-ups are talking."

Melissa could feel her cheeks flush red, but curiously enough she silenced immediately. Not only did she find herself unable to talk, but the desire to speak while these two were talking evaporated completely.

"Now," Alice began, smoothly, "it's perfectly natural for a mommy like you to be lactating with a daughter. It's just your body doing what it's supposed to do," The dark haired with said with a curving smile. A brief flash of confusion flared in Kaitlin's eyes before she nodded slowly.

"I guess that does make sense..." The topless mother murmured. "I just didn't think I'd still be lactating with my daughter in college and all. Doesn't it seem like it's a bit late for that?"

Alice just shook her head. "Oh, no. It's perfectly common when you have a daughter as immature as Melissa," her eyes drifted back to the young woman standing at the base of the stairs. Suddenly Melissa felt as if she were a deer caught in headlights. Alice pushed herself up from the couch, moving over toward where Melissa stood, frozen in place. "She might have looked mature on the outside, but after watching her behave the other night I could tell what she really was."

Alice laid her hand on Melissa's stomach, fingers curling under the hem of her t-shirt. "And look. Her body is reverting to something more appropriate for her attitude." Slowly, Alice began to tug the shirt upward, exposing her stomach inch by inch until it reached the underside of what remained of her tits; Melissa found herself frighteningly compliant, not bothering to resist this strange woman in the least bit. Without so much as a whimper, her shirt was lifted over her head and tossed to the side. "See? Those curves that made people think she was mature seem to be melting away. So nobody will be fooled again." The last sentence was issued in a near whisper; Alice moved behind Melissa with a predatory grace, not once taking her hands away from her flesh. Standing behind her, the witch cupped her tiny mounds and pressed slightly. A warmth spread through her chest, accompanied by a tingling pleasure. Melissa moaned. She couldn't help herself.

"There," Alice spoke so closely to Melissa's ear that she could feel her lips brush against it. "All gone." Her fingers slowly slipped away, nails tracing teasing paths on her pale flesh in the process. Melissa looked down to see that what had remained of her breasts were completely gone, leaving her entirely flat chested; her hard, tiny nipples poked straight out where her tits had been only a couple of days ago. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Oh, it's okay sweety," Alice said, teasingly. "I'm just making things the way they should be. Your mother wanted you to be closer to her, and you acted like an immature child. So what better way to fix both problems than to do a little regression with you? Now, since you acted like a spoiled little girl, I think you'd better have a name that suits you better. Melissa is such an adult name. It doesn't fit a silly little girl like you. I think Missy would be much better, don't you?"

Melissa blinked as a dull pain formed inside her head; at the witch's command, Missy's brain began to re-write itself. She couldn't use an adult name like Melissa. She was a Missy. She always had been, and always would be. It was silly of her to have tried to be more mature than she really was and call herself something else. Apparently Alice saw a growing understanding in her eyes, as the woman smirked and nodded.

"Much better, right? Now there's a few other things that we need to fix before I can leave you nice and happy with your mommy. Such as, you talk too much like a big girl. I want you to forget all of those big words that you'll never need. A immature girl like you doesn't need big ole' words, right?"

Missy found herself nodding, blinking, as her expanded vocabulary fled her mind. Years of education erased in an instant, leaving her with only a basic grasp of the English language.

"And you are still dressing like a big girl, aren't you? We're going to have to get rid of all of your adult clothes so you can be your mommy's little girl forever. But, there's just one more thing to make it right."

Missy turned her head, looking over her shoulder to Alice, silently asking what it was.

"There's one thing that big girls can do, that you can't." Alice's hand crept around the waist of the woman in her early twenties, reaching around to the hem of her waistband. She didn't slip her fingers inside, as Missy was expecting. Instead, she just pressed lightly down; once again, Missy felt a spreading warmth and a pleasurable tingle as the witch pulled her hand away.

Missy felt weak in the knees; the touch was more pleasurable than she thought, because she found herself growing quickly wet. ... Abnormally wet, actually. Missy was confused as she felt the crotch of her pajama pants grow damp; at first she thought she was just exceptionally turned on, but when the warm moisture didn't stop a dawning realization hit her.

Missy stood there before her mother and neighbor peeing her pants. The witch had taken away her bladder control. She whimpered softly as the urine flowed down her legs, pooling around her feet on the floor below her; she glanced down to the growing puddle, aghast. She tried to form a simple sentence, something that wouldn't have been a problem for her moments ago. All that came out, however, was, "Mommy, I think I have accident."

"Oh, honey, that's okay," Kaitlin said, rising from the couch, "Ms. Alice was thoughtful enough to bring over a package of diapers for you."

While her mother was smiling, Missy's stomach dropped. She couldn't form the words to express it, even to properly think it. But the dread was there, the dread of what this woman had turned her life into. The tears began to spill down her cheeks, flowing rapidly. Her mother rushed over to her, taking her into her arms.

"It's okay, Missy. It was just an accident. We can clean you right up, and then get you some nice, yummy milk for breakfast."

Missy knew what that meant; she started to shake her head, but two whispered words from Alice sealed that fate.

"Drink up."