Twisted Reality

Jinxx awoke from his nap with a start, his heart racing and breathing erratic. The dream he’d had was so realistic that he knew without a doubt that it was a premonition, giving him all the information he’d been seeking the past couple weeks. Wanting to mull it over a bit more before he told the others, he calmed himself down and used his own ancient magick to break the spell woven around him. For the first time in at least a week, he was pain-free and able to think straight enough to do anything besides exist.

He crawled from the bed he shared with his lover and pulled his jeans on, feeling a bit too hot to bother with a shirt at the moment. He then paced from one side of the room to the other, around the furniture blocking his otherwise clear path, as he thought. Clearly someone had cast a spell on Andy and Ash to de-age them, although he still wasn’t quite sure why.

Another important detail he didn’t yet know was who had cast such a despicable spell upon two innocent men for no apparent reason. Those things didn’t matter to him, though; now that he knew for sure what’d happened, he was formulating a way to use his own magick to counteract the spell as best he could, and to block any future attempts to keep them trapped in childrens’ bodies. It didn’t take long for him to figure out just how to do that, and within minutes of waking up, a grin spread across his face as he figured out how to accomplish that feat, regardless of how strong the being who’d originally cast the spells was.

“Jakey!” he cried happily, running into the living room. CC was in the kitchen watching over their “young” friends as they ate…or attempted to, in Andy’s case.

“What? What’s wrong, Jinxxy?” Jake asked, instantly concerned.

“Not what’s wrong; what’s right,” the multi-instrumentalist said, still grinning.

Curious, but still concerned, his lover cocked a brow at him.

“I know why we woke up that morning to find Andy and Ash de-age!” Jinxx cried excitedly.

“What?” CC asked, now standing in the kitchen doorway. He was turned sideways so he could look at the two of them, but still keep an eye on the infant frontman and pint-sized bassist.

“Yeah. The answer came to me in a dream while I was napping,” he said.

“I’m guessing you got rid of your migraine?” the guitarist asked.

“Yep. It was a spell cast to keep me from figuring out what’d happened to the two of them,” he began, gesturing for them to go to the kitchen. “Let’s go take a seat so all of you can hear this at once.”

Nodding their agreement, Jake and CC headed back to the kitchen table, where they found that Andy and Ash were listening intently, as well. Since they’d already finished their food, the drummer quickly cleared their dishes and washed them while Jinxx grabbed the infant frontman. He held him in his lap in such a way that, if what he was about to attempt worked, he wouldn’t lose his grip and let him fall in the floor.

“So what’d you figure out?” his lover asked once they were all congregated around the table.

“Someone who has a vendetta against one—or both—of them cast a de-aging spell on them,” the multi-instrumentalist said. “I don’t know who did it, or why, but at least I know what happened.”

“Can you reverse it?” Ash asked eagerly, his chocolate eyes shining with excitement.

“I should be able to. If I can’t, I can at least partially reverse the spell,” he answered, nodding. “On top of that, I can keep the culprit from recasting the spell and causing you two to wind up exactly where you are now all over again.”

“Awesome!” the pint-sized bassist cried, fist-pumping the air.

“Yeah, that really is, sweetheart,” Jake agreed, leaning in for a kiss. “Good job.”

“Problem is, and I know they’re not gonna like this, they’ve gotta be stark-naked for me to even attempt reversing the spell,” Jinxx said. “Wearing any clothing could effect the results of the spell negatively, or keep it from working at all. On top of that, we don’t want them shredding whatever they’re wearing at the moment and being left nude, anyway.”

“Why would they shred the clothes they’re wearing?” CC asked, sounding confused.

“Because if I succeed in reversing the spell, even if it’s only partially, the spell I cast won’t make their clothes grow with them,” he explained. “They’d be torn to shreds as their bodies grew, especially if I managed to reverse the spell completely.”

“Ah, I see,” he agreed, nodding.

Ugh. I really don’t wanna be naked in front of you guys, Andy griped, sulking slightly. Guess I’m gonna have to be, though, if I wanna be any closer to “normal”.

“Yeah, we know you don’t,” Jinxx sympathized, gently kissing the top of his head. “Hopefully you’ll be able to fit into what Ash’s wearing at the moment—or something of mine or Jake’s—until we can get you back to ‘normal’ if I manage to partially reverse the spell.”

“You gonna try it, Jinxxy?” Jake asked curiously.

“So long as they’re willing, and I don’t see why they wouldn’t,” he answered, nodding.

Ash stood up from his seat and immediately began stripping to his birthday suit, clearly saying that he wanted him to try. Even if he failed at his attempt, at least they now knew what was wrong and could always try again later when he’d had more time to formulate a counteractive spell. No one said anything about the way his body looked, not that they would’ve if he’d still physically been an adult, and turned their attention to the infant frontman to see what his thoughts were.

With a resigned sigh, Andy agreed to give it a shot, even though he was really uncomfortable with the thought of anyone but his sweetheart seeing him in his birthday suit. Jinxx laughed as he took him to the living room to lay him on the couch, where he began to strip him of the clothing he wore. Within moments, there was a neat pile of a tiny shirt and equally tiny pants laying beside him, his dirty diaper in the trash.

Now that he was nude, the multi-instrumentalist made it clear that he’d better attempt using the physical control he had as an adult to keep his body in check. Knowing what he meant by that, the infant frontman promised to do his best not to piss or shit on their furniture, although he wasn’t sure if he could keep that promise. Sighing, he told him that so long as he tried, that was the best he could ask for. He just didn’t want him losing control of himself without trying to hold it because he really didn’t want to clean up a mess later, but if he lost control after trying, he couldn’t give him Hell for it.

Jake and CC stood off to the sidelines to keep the Mystic from losing focus while he was casting his own spells. Their friends stood in front of him, Andy on slightly wobbly legs, with their hands squeezing that of their lover tightly as they drew strength from one another. It wasn’t long before Jinxx began chanting in what sounded like Irish to the Mourner and the Destroyer, his attention completely focused on the pair standing in front of him. Sparkles began glittering in the air around them, traveling back and forth between them and the multi-instrumentalist, which caused the others to gasp. What caused them to gasp even louder moments later was when the sparkles seeped into their bodies, causing them to begin growing.

“Oh, my Jinxx,” they breathed in unison, reaching up to cover their mouths as their eyes widened.

Andy and Ash both cried out in what sounded like pain, and they didn’t doubt they were in a bit of pain. Their bodies were having to grow at an accelerated rate, likely causing them joint and muscle pain as they did so. However, their cries were soon silenced as the sparkles stopped, Jinxx collapsing back onto the couch as he admired his spellwork.

“I…I…” Ash started, covering his mouth in shock when he heard his voice. It was the same as what they all remembered hearing come from his mouth before the original spell was cast, but they’d gotten used to his squeaky, childlike voice the past couple weeks.

“Damn it! I’m still a kid!” Andy pouted, looking down at his own body, which made him appear to be about ten years old now.

“I did…the best…I could,” the multi-instrumentalist panted, sounding exhausted.

“Jinxxy!” Jake cried, sitting down beside him. “Are you okay?”

“Just…magickally exhausted,” he answered, snuggling against him. “I’ll be…fine.”

“Are you sure?” the guitarist asked, sounding concerned.

Too weak to really speak much more, Jinxx nodded.

“Here, Andy. See if these fit you,” CC piped up, handing him the clothes his sweetheart had shed a few minutes ago. “And which one of your closets shall I raid until we can get Ash to his house to rifle through his own?”

“Mine,” Jake answered. “We’re about the same height and size.”

“Sound good to you, Ash?” the drummer asked, turning to the nude bassist.

“Beats walking around the streets of LA in my birthday suit,” he agreed, cracking his neck, back, and various other joints.

“C’mon. Maybe it’ll be easier if you pick for yourself than me trying to guess.”

Nodding his agreement, the now-teenage bassist followed their friend while his lover put on the clothes he’d been wearing a short while ago.

“How do they fit, Andy?” the guitarist asked, turning his attention to the still-young frontman while cradling his sweetheart in his arms.

“The shirt fits. But even if the jeans weren’t too short, they’re too tight in the crotch,” the little boy answered, grimacing uncomfortably as he attempted pulling the jeans down a bit.

“So we’re gonna have to go buy you new jeans—again—as well as new underwear, right?” Jake asked.

“I guess. I didn’t bother with the underwear Ash was wearing earlier,” Andy answered, shrugging. “It’s not that I mind wearing his dirty underwear—I just figured the jeans would already be too tight as it is.”

“All right. So you’ll use the same shirts we bought for him a couple weeks ago, and we’ll get bigger underwear and jeans,” Jinxx said, already sounding stronger. “Thankfully, I managed to get you to an age where you won’t need nighttime Pull-Ups.”

“I have to thank you for that one,” he chuckled, his voice still not quite as deep as they were used to. “I still wish I were my ‘normal’ self, though.”

“I know. I did the best I could before my magick got depleted too much,” he sympathized.

“So that’s the only reason you stopped?” the guitarist asked.

“Mmm hmm. Beginning the spell, weaving in the one that keeps the original spellcaster from turning them back into a seven-month- and seven-year-old, and aging them up as much as I did sapped my magickal power,” the multi-instrumentalist explained. “If I didn’t have to do all that at once, I probably could’ve reversed the original spell completely.”

“Well, at least you reversed it as much as you did,” his lover said, gently kissing his temple. “At least now we don’t have diapers to change.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Jinxx chuckled.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to wear ’em anymore,” the young frontman piped up, grinning. “And it feels good to actually be able to talk again.”

“I’ll bet. Your voice still isn’t quite as deep as we’re used to,” Jake chuckled.

“Semantics, I tell you,” Andy laughed, doubling over.

“I just hope Ash isn’t quite as…well, horny…as he was in a twenty-six-year-old’s body,” the multi-instrumentalist said thoughtfully. “I mean, I know I managed to get him back up to seventeen or so, and therefore the hormones are likely to be flowing again, but…”

“Yeah, because I can’t really do anything to help him,” the little boy said, sobering up. “He got so used to what I used to do that jacking him off doesn’t really work unless it’s combined with that anymore.”

“I’m not even gonna ask,” the pair laughed in unison.

“It’s probably better that you don’t,” he chuckled, shrugging. “Let’s just say that not only would it be wrong to outsiders looking in, but I’m…shall we say, physically incapable…of such things. At least, I’d assume I am.”

“Why’s that?” Jake asked curiously.

“Because, although I was popping boners at seven, I wasn’t the size he’s used to till I was around sixteen.” He shrugged again. “Not only that, but I’m not even sure if I possess the physical ability to get off as a ten-year-old. I didn’t start…servicing myself…till I was around fourteen. It’d be pretty bad if I wound up horny because I was trying to help him and couldn’t get off myself.”

“Yeah, we all know what you’re like when you’re sexually frustrated, and Godsmack forbid when you’ve got blue balls.” Jinxx grimaced. “We don’t need that right now, for sure.”

Moments later, CC and Ash came back down the hall from the master bedroom, the latter dressed in the guitarist’s clothes. He said that his jeans were a bit too loose for his liking, but he’d refused to take a pair of his underwear to make them seem a bit tighter. Jake chuckled and thanked him for not touching his underwear, even though he wasn’t too sure he liked the idea of him running around commando in his jeans. He’d only grabbed one of his shirts because he didn’t feel like running around shirtless, which was a first for him, and shrugged when they ribbed him for his choice.

He and CC took off to go to his house for some of his own clothes, considering that he was still a minor now that they were sure he was seventeen and still had to live with his “father”. That, and he wanted his car since, although he looked older in the picture on his license for obvious reasons, it was still perfectly legal for him to drive at that point. He just had to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid that could get him pulled over, or he’d have some serious explaining to do to the cops. Ash didn’t really feel like going to jail over something stupid since he was pretty sure no cop would believe his story, even though it was the truth, so he promised to be on his best behavior.

Andy stayed at the apartment with Jake and Jinxx, knowing that the drummer didn’t have enough room for both of them at his house. His sweetheart promised to come back over and hang out until the older couple kicked him out for the night so they could spend some time together. He didn’t mean to have a devious gleam in his eyes; it was just part of his perverted nature, which was coming back full-force.

The guitarist and multi-instrumentalist both told him that they weren’t doing anything of a sexual nature while under their roof. Not only did they not want to hear it, but it could very well be physically impossible for them at the moment. The bassist cocked a brow at them curiously, and they told him that there was no way he could top and they doubted Andy could either. This brought a blush to both their faces, but they agreed to their terms readily enough, and they set off to run their errands.

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