A Day At The Park
by Merlin & Bobby
The summer sun was beating down on the crowded amusement park like a heat lamp over a tray of french fries, and tempers were flaring as throngs of thrill-seekers queued up for 45 minutes to an hour at a time to ride for maybe 60 seconds on a roller coaster. The temperature had reached 85 degrees by ten o'clock that morning and was up to a scorching 102 by mid-afternoon, making walking on the blacktop akin to shuffling along inside a frying pan. The wind which had been blowing onshore from the north yesterday had decided to add to the discomfort of the park's patrons by shifting to a southerly direction, no longer bringing any relief from the cooling waters of Lake Erie. To put it another way, it was just plain hot, and Anabel Contreras couldn't take it much longer.
She had been waiting twenty minutes already, and the line had barely moved twenty feet. She pulled out some sunscreen from her fanny pack and started to rub it on her arms, face and neck. She had used almost half a bottle today; she was perspiring so much that as soon as she put some on it would start running off of her body again. As she was rubbing it on the back of her neck she was suddenly bumped from behind and almost knocked her to the ground, dropping the bottle of sunscreen.
"Hey, watch it!" shouted Anabel angrily. "What are you doing?" She picked up the bottle and turned around to see a tall blonde girl smiling at her. "Sorry, twerp, but me and my friend here have priority passes, so we get to cut in line, especially in front of little kids." The girl laughed mockingly at Anabel. She was old, maybe 20 or so, thought Anabel. She looked like a college student. She was wearing a blue low cut tank top that showed more than a hint of her impressive cleavage, and tight red shorts that hugged the generous curves of her lower body. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail that hung almost down to her waist. Behind her stood a pretty African-American girl, who was smirking as the blonde girl was laughing at Anabel. She was dressed similarly, although her top was red and she wore snug orange shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a small bun. "What do you mean priority passes? There's no such thing!" Anabel said defiantly. She had waited in line too long to let some stupid big girls cut in front of her.
"Hey, Tamika, the shrimp seems a little upset," said the blonde girl to her friend as she motioned toward Anabel with her thumb. "I don't know about you, but I'm scared! What'll we do?" She held her hand up to her mouth with wide-eyed mock fear, while Tamika laughed. "I don't think we have to worry about her, Alison," said Tamika. "Let's go."
The two started to push past Anabel, who tried to block them, but they were too big for her and easily brushed her aside. "Stop it! You can't do that!" Anabel shouted but they ignored her and just kept going, oblivious to the angry comments from other people in line. "I don't believe that, won't anybody stop them? That's not fair," Anabel said to herself. "Just 'cause they're big doesn't mean they should get to push everyone around." "I agree," said a voice behind Anabel. She spun around, startled, to see a short stocky bald man smoking a cigar behind her. "Who are you?" Anabel said. She could have sworn he wasn't there a second ago. "I'm Mr. Smith, and I take it you're Anabel," said the man extending his hand. Anabel shook it slowly and asked, "How did you know my name?" She coughed and waved her other hand in front of her face to clear the smoke away. "I'm sorry, excuse my rudeness, that's a nasty habit of mine," said Mr. Smith. He pulled the Macanudo out of his mouth and it seemed to disappear instantaneously. "It's my job to know who my clients are," he said with a smile. "I'm in the business of settling disputes, righting wrongs, solving problems, all that kind of thing. You could call me a fixer." "How do you know I have a problem?" asked Anabel. "Let's just say that I know, OK? It's such a long story I really don't think you'd be interested. The important thing right now is that we take care of Alison and Tamika, right?"
Anabel was trying to sort all this out in her mind. How did this odd little man just show up out of nowhere, and how did he make that cigar disappear? It was almost like...no it couldn't be that; there was no such thing as magic. Even though Anabel was only eleven years old, she knew that much. She looked around to see if anyone nearby was watching or listening in on their conversation but nobody else seemed to be paying attention to what was going on.
"No one here knows we're talking right now," Mr. Smith said in a bored voice as he rolled his eyes. "And yes, I'm a practitioner of magic. Now that we've got all the boring details out of the way, can't we just get to the good stuff?" Mr. Smith suppressed a yawn as he waited for Anabel's answer. "Well, why do you want to help me?" she asked suspiciously. "Because I'd like to teach those girls a lesson as much as you. People have enough problems without having to deal with rude, thoughtless characters such as these two. I've been watching them for some time, and they used to be very nice young ladies, but their arrogance has increased in direct proportion to their, shall we say, endowments." "Huh?" said Anabel, with a puzzled expression. "They've gotten nastier as they've gotten older, OK? I'm sorry, I tend to enjoy hearing myself talk sometimes."
"Oh. Well, what does all this have to do with me?" "You, my dear, are the catalyst in all this," Mr. Smith said, smiling. "The catawhat?" "See? There I go again," he shook his head. "You're the one who can make this all happen. You see, I can't do anything myself, my powers have to be directed through a mortal's wishes. Believe me, if it were up to me, those two would have had their attitudes adjusted years ago. But now this is a golden opportunity for both of us to give them what they deserve. What do you think?" "What would you do?" "Well, I have something in mind, if you'd agree to it," Mr. Smith said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I was thinking that every time Tamika or Alison do or say anything nasty, they get a little "lesson". That way they're in control of their own fates. If they're considerate of others, they won't have any problem, but if they get out of line, they'll have to suffer the consequences."
Anabel thought for a moment then said, "Well, I don't know if I really want to hurt them or anything, Mr. Smith. They were pretty mean and stuff, but I couldn't do anything really bad to them." "Of course, Anabel. I wouldn't dream of hurting them either, it would just be a way to let them experience a little role reversal, that's all. If they learn how to act like decent members of society, they'll be fine." Anabel thought again for a while then said, "I think it would do them some good if they were in my place for a while." "Exactly what I was thinking, Anabel. I like your style," Mr. Smith said with a smile. "Well, shall we get started?"
As Anabel was thinking of what she could wish for that would act as justice, she heard Tamika shove an elderly woman out of the way. "Out of the way you old bag!" snarled Tamika. Just then, a wicked smile came across Anabel's face. "Alright Mr. Smith, I wish I could control a person's age in any capacity I choose". Mr. Smith nodded and smiled, "So it is wished, so it shall be done!" he waved his hand and glowed as well as Anabel and then stared intensly at Anabel. "It has been done Anabel, now one warning....be careful with this new found power, remember Midas and what happened to him!" And with that, Mr. Smith vansihed in a cloud of smoke, though no one but Anabel seemed to notice.
After she stood motionless in retrospect as to what had happened, and who was this Midas guy he was warning her of? She finally thought to herself that she had better test this new found "gift" out before she used it to fix Tamika and Alison's situation. She then saw the elderly woman sitting on the park bench softly sobbing having been pushed by Tamika. Anabel looked at her and said quietly under her breath, "I wish that the old woman sitting over there was 21 years old again."
The elderly woman seemed to glow as Anabel watched the transformation with awe. First, her white hair seemed to be regaining some of its original color, which looked to be a shade of red. She could see that the turkey waddles on her arms were firming up some as well. As she continued to glow, it was like a magical iron was wiping away the tired wrinkles and lines that covered her face after years of life and living. Little did Anabel know was that the old woman had been 80 years of age, but now she had regressed back to 60 and the regression was speeding up. The years seem to fall off of her like so much dust that was being wiped away. At 50 years of age, Anabel could see that her hair was originally red as it seemed to begin to regain some of its luster, and the wrinkles were turning into deep lines and lessoning with each passing moment.
At 40 years of age, she stopped sobbing and looked up, somewhat confused. She stood up with her cane in hand, and she looked silly leaning on the cane now that she was only 35 years of age, most of the wrinkles were now gone and her hair had regained all of its luster with only a few strands of gray still visable. Thats when she noticed her hands, they had firmed up as well, and she seemed mesmorized by how they looked. Even though the dress she was wearing was like a sack, Anabel could see that her large breasts was firming up and rising on her body. The support hose could not hide the fact that her legs were firming up as well and regaining their shape. The woman was now in her late twenties and had turned into a real beauty, her hair bright red and a few freckles now appeared on the bridge of her nose. Her breasts were now "perky" and full, with the supple curves of a young woman now apperant. The young woman straightened up and tossed aside the cane, not having looked or felt this good since World War II, she began jumping up and down with delight screaming, "I'm young again! I'm young again!" the young woman ran into the park skipping with delight loking a bit silly in the support hose and large dress. As she dissapeared, Anabel whistled to herself, "Wow, this power really works!" she then turned and focused on the two girls who were the true object of her wrath. "Ok, lets see how good this power really works, but I want them to suffer a bit too...hmmm....ok, I wish that the Alison would get one year younger everytime she is mean to someone, and I wish that Tamika would get a year older everytime she was mean to someone!" There was a momentary tingle she could feel and she saw the two girls glow for a second as well. "This should be fun" Anabel grinned. Just then Anabel noticed a sign that said children had to be at least 12 years of age to ride some of the rides. "Drat!" fumed Anabel, "Well, I will be old enough one day soon, I just wish that day would come sooner" Anabel thought about using her new power on herself but thought better of it, not until she knew how to control it better. What she did not notice was the glow that surrounded her now for a moment and dissapeared as well.
As she watched Alison and Tamika closely, she did not have to wait long. The two girls seemed to be masters on alienation and snobbery. Within 5 minutes they had insulted the ticket man at the gate, knocked over the cotton candy from a young boys hands and laughed at the dress another young girl was wearing. Anabel could tell that the magic was working. She could just make out that Alison's face seemed fresher and her once tight clothes seemed a bit looser. She looked to be about 17 years of age now, and she also seemed to be acting a bit different too. Tamika on the other hand seemed to be straining her red top as her cleavage which was already generous, was now practically spilling out of her now too small bra. She had blossomed a bit more and her face seemed a bit more angular as she lost what was left of her baby fat. She looked like a full grown woman at this point of perhaps 23 or 24, and she was acting different as well. She could now overhear the two girls talking, both seemed just a bit confused as well. "Uh, Tamika, like, uh, gee, I really appreciate you coming with me to the park and all, its like so rad of you to do that!" Tamika was swishing her hips a bit more as her breasts jiggled as she walked. "No problem girlfriend! I mean, honey, I promise to watch out for you and teach you all the good things a woman should know!"
Anabel was loving this, she smiled broadly as she straignted out her tight shirt, and her shoes seemed to hurt some too, perhaps she was getting tired from standing out in the hot sun for so long, but this was too good to pass up.
The girls continued to either insult or be rude to most everyone they encountered, however, Alison seemed to do it less and less the younger she got while Tamika got more bold and rude as she got older. Within minutes, Alison was a young 15 year old high school freshman while Tamika had aged to 29 years of age. Alisons clothes seemed to be hanging on her adolescent, blossoming body now, while Tamika was looking like a real adult woman now, and acting sassy as well. "Tamika, whats it like to be, you know, like an adult?" asked a unsure Alison. Tamika grinned, "Girl, you have no idea! Honey, once you get a little older and you get some jugs like these, "Tamika smiled as she cupped her very large breasts, " then you will know what it is like to attract some real men and then you will know what a man can do for a woman!" she laughed as Alison blushed a bit.
Just then, Anabel felt a cool breeze across her midriff and as she put her hand up to her stomach she brushed up against what felt like to small breasts. Breasts?! A shocking revelation then engulfed her as she turned and caught her reflection in a mirrior on the fun house. A blossoming 14 year old girl stared back, her white t-shirt looking too small to contain her growing body and her tight shorts beginning to dig into her skin. "Madre's mia!" she exclaimed "What is happening to me?" she heard a slight spanish accent begin to seep into her speech, which sounded odd, like her mother's accent. She was not sure how to reverse what was happening to her as she was not sure why it was happening, she just new that if she did not change soon, she would be bursting out of her clothes at any minute. She momentarily forgot about the girls, Alison, who had just dropped in years to 13 years of age after knocking a drink over a couple of kids, and Tamika just passed years of age herself after another couple run-ins with people. Fine lines were beginning to appear around her eyes as her large, round ass was beginning to get tight in her orange pants.
Anabel ducked into a gift shop and grabbed some larger clothes off the rack and ran into the changing room and quickly changed into a large sundress. She looked into the changing room mirror for a moment, amazed at the change in her appearance. Her dark hair was now cascading across her shoulders. Her body was loosing the tomboy look she had always known and was picking up the soft curves of a young girl entering high school. She put her hands up to her face, "Unbelievable!" she whispered, as she noticed her hands looked different too. Soon, she re-appeared, barefoot, having lost the fight of size with her shoes. She was now rapidly approaching 15 years of age and her breasts seemed to still be growing. The attendant looked at her strangely. "Isn't that a bit too big for you miss?" asked the clerk. "Maybe for the moment" shrugged Anabel as she handed the clerk 20 dollars for the dress, "gracias" she said without realizing it and walked quickly out.
As Anabel walked out of the store she immediately spotted a young girl of 11, trying to hold up a pair of way too large red shorts as the blue tank top seemed to look more like a dress than anything else. Tamika on the other hand was beginning to look her age, as she was now at least 38 years of age, and looking every bit a middle-aged woman with fine lines on her face, gray hairs sprinkled generously throughout her hair and additional wieght in her ass and breasts made the outfit she was wearing look silly. "Tamika" said the now young Alison, "I know you are my babysitter and everything, but could you like, help me get some other clothes? I don't know why Mommy made me wear these to the park." "You and me both Honey child" said an increasingly uncomfortable Tamika as the clothes dug into her skin. "Tell you what baby, lets go over in that shop there and we can both get some new clothes, alright?" The young girl nodded quickly as they both walked into the same shop that Anabel had walked into a moment before.
By the time this scene had played out, Anabel felt very strange. She had gotten caught up in the moment watching Alison and Tamika that she had not even noticed that she had aged past 18 years of age. She walked over to the fun house mirror and saw a beautiful young woman of 19 staring back at her. Her breasts had grown considerably and were now straining the top of her sundress as her generous cleavage now shown through the top as her now large nipples could be seen outlining the front of the dress too.. Her dark hair now framed a beautful face and she looked down at her bare feet, pulling up the dress that once came down past her ankles that now were almost at her knee's. She pulled the dress up to her top of her thighs briefly and saw that her legs were now very long and very shapely, tan and toned. She quickly let the dress fall back down and blushed as she noticed that there were some men watching her with great interest.
"I think I betters get backs to ze girls...what iz....me voice, por kay? What happening to me, me know speak like theez!" Anabel's mind seemed to be thinking in spanish now and she was having a hard time remembering English. Her voice was also a sultry 2 octives lower than it once was, with a thick spanish accent where there once was none. The magic was working in overtime now.
As Anabel's mind was now thinking mostly in Spanish, she had a tough time concentrating. She also noticed that her skin had gotten darker too, a very deep tan-like look and she was almost transformed completely into a full-blooded spanish beauty. Not only had she aged, but it had enhanced her ethnicity as well. She suddenly realized what had made this happen and she concerntrated very hard to say the words in english as she had no idea what doing a wish in Spanish might do. "Make dis stop, I wizh dat I get no ...how you say, older!" She glowed for a moment and then it stopped. She looked back into the mirror and figured she was now around 23 years old, a full grown adult woman, and a beautiful one at that. She stood at least 5'10" tall now with dark hair cascading down her shoulders and a very full figure, but with slender hips and long, luscious legs that were to die for. Her silver dollar sized nipples were pressing very hard against the fabric of the sun dress as they were quite evident as her abundant cleavage was accentuated and bulging out of the top of the dress. She was now every man's fantasy woman, but she also had lost almost completely the ability to speak english or understand it that well. She figured she had better end the other wish before it was too late as well. She concentrated hard again.
"Me wish dat...por kay...uh, dat ze too senorita's stop...ah, ze stop getting...older...and young...se, dat iz what...." It was too late, the last of her english finally faded away, but hopefully she made the final wish in time. What she did not see was the glowing around a 7 year old Alison and a 42 year old Tamika. They had each gotten new clothes inside the store and emerged looking their respective ages. Alison skipped outside wearing a little jumper outfit with Winnie the Pooh on it while Tamika had on a loose fitting large dress. She also had to purchase a new bra and panties as her other ones had gotten too small. She had put on some weight as well and her graying hair was now in a bun and under a large straw hat. She had also bought a pair of sandels which helped her aching feet some too. "Slow down child! I can't keep up with you girl!" strained Tamika as she struggled to keep up with the now little girl.
As Anabel watched the two "girls" walk past her, she could not understand a word that they said but understood that she had stopped them changing but had not had time to reverse the spell before her english had left her. Just then, a young girl of 16 brushed past Anabel, coming from the same clothes shop. She looked strangly familiar, then it struck her that the bouncing blonde teenage beauty was that formely old woman from earlier in the day. She was giggling and laughing in delight dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a bikini top that showed off her perky and abundant breasts as she went looking for fun. "Anabel thought for a moment in spanish and realized that she better leave as she had a new life she needed to make for herself. The only way she would find a way to change things would be to start learning to speak english again and in perhaps a few months she would be able to speak it well enough to reverse some things and make them right again. But first she would need to find a job as she could not go back home looking like this. Just as she was about to leave she noticed a sign on the door of the magic shop in the amusement park, "Help Wanted: Spanish speaking clerk needed", it was written in spanish as well and Anabel smiled as she walked into the shop. This is just what she needed.