Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 10

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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"Sharon, what's going on?" Hank asked still watching the young
girl standing with his daughter.

"I told you, Daddy, she's a present for you."

"I don't understand."

"Close the door and come inside, I'll explain everything to you,"
she added giving Jan a push toward the bed.  Still watching the
slutty-looking child, he closed and locked the door.

"Now what's this all about?"

"How long has it been since you've had a young girl all for
yourself?  A girl like me when I was little?"

"Aside from the occasional visit from Becky, it's been years."

"Well, that's all going to change.  I'm giving you this little
whore to do whatever you want to do with her."

"WHAT!? Jan finally spoke up, her voice cracking.

"Who is she?"

"Just some little slut.  No one really.  I knew her mother a long
time ago and the bitch just dumped her off on me, expecting me to
take care of her.  I can't do it so I thought maybe you could
watch her for me.  You were such a great dad and I know you'll do
the same for her," she said smiling.

"Sharon, don't be stupid," Jan said taking a step back as the
towering man walked closer.  "Sharon, take me out of here,
please."

"Just relax and let daddy take good care of you," she said
winking at her smiling father.

"How old are you, Honey?" he asked touching her cheek with the
back of his hand.

"She's 10," Sharon said lighting a cigarette.  Jan gave her a
quick, nervous glance.  She was small and could pass for 10, was
older.  She was just tired of arguing the point over a year or
two.

"Oh, my, so young and so sweet.  Nice, very nice," he mumbled
tracing his finger down her neck to her chest.  He was close
enough to smell his foul breath when he stooped over to dig the
tip of his fat finger into her navel. "Very sweet indeed."   She
gulped.

"She's yours, Daddy, so you can do whatever you want to her."

Turning his lustful stare away from Jan, he looked toward Sharon.
 "This ain't some kinda trick is it?  You don't got the cops
waiting outside the door listening to what we say?"

"No, Daddy, I'm for real and so is she.  I know you've been
lonely and need someone so I'm giving her to you."

"What exactly do you mean by `giving'?"

"Well, maybe I'm not `giving' her totally to you.  I'll still
need her from time to time to do things for me, but she'll be
staying with you to, uh, play with.  I'll call you when I need
her and you can just get her ready for me and when I'm done, I'll
bring her back to you."

He smiled, turning back to Jan.  His stare was scary and
malicious, his dingy, crooked teeth showing though his dried,
cracked lips.  Even though he was 60-years-old, he looked older
as he's lived such a rough life.

"You said I can do anything to her, right?" he asked reaching for
her budding nipples.

"Yes, Daddy, anything you want," she said grinning.  Jan's eyes
never left Sharon as she silently begged her not to do this. 
"Everything you used to do to me you can do to her.  She's all
yours."

Standing, Jan couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his
boxers and took a deep breath.  She had hoped that a man his age
would be impotent, but apparently not.  She tried not to look at
it, God knows she's seen more cock these past few days than most
women see in a life time, but she had to take a quick peek.

"Take it out!" he barked, rocking his hips from side to side,
making it shake.  She tore her eyes away from it to look into his
hateful eyes before turning to Sharon.

"You heard him, take it out." Sharon reiterated.  She swallowed
hard, reaching for the bulge with nervous hands.  Gripping the
sagging elastic band, she slowly lowered the front, watching with
surprise as more and more of this endless cock came into view. 
It didn't seem to ever stop until finally; it sprung free,
popping out before swinging to a stop.

"Suck it," Sharon urged, knowing what her father wanted.  She
looked at Sharon hoping it was just some sick joke on her part,
but judging by her radiating expression, Jan knew she meant
business.

It was heavy in her palm, more solid than it appeared, and
already had a bead of pre-cum at the hole.  She took a deep
breath before slowing bringing her face closer.  She kept praying
that Sharon would end it or someone would burst through the door
and save her, but help never came.  Half of his cock was inside
of her mouth before she heard him moan.

"Do it good," Sharon ordered pulling a chair closer to watch.  He
wasn't clean and she gagged a few times from the taste, but kept
the bile down.  After a dozen passed, she grew accustomed to the
taste as her mouth washed the dirt and filth away.

"Let me see that sexy little body of yours," he said pulling her
to stand straight.  She backed away, glancing cautiously between
the two like a caged cat.

Staring at her long-time friend, Jan waited, hoping Sharon would
come to her senses and stop this foolishness and make a joke
about it being some sort of prank.  The laughter told her what
she needed to know.  "Please, Sharon,"

She gave a light chuckle before reaching into her purse.  Jan's
eyes widened when she saw the remote.  "NO!" she cried out just
before feeling the strong jolt of electricity coursing through
her body.  "GOD DAMN IT, SHARON!" she yelled out.  "Mother fuck!"
she cursed grabbing for the choker.

"That's number two, Jan.  You don't want to know what will happen
if there's a third time.  Now, strip or I'll fuckin' do it for
you!"

"What in the hell was that?" Hank asked watching as the little
girl's body stiffened and shook as if she were being shocked.

"It's a shock collar.  Keeps her in line when she starts acting
like that.

"Lemme see it," he said reaching out his hand.  Smiling, Jan
handed it to him.  "I wish they had shit like this when you were,
uh, I mean I wish I knew about this earlier."

"I know what you mean, Daddy," she said stepping to stand next to
him.  "Give it a try."

"How does it work?"

"This knob here has the strength of the shock, one through ten. 
Ten's the highest and you don't want to put it that high.  I
tried it on my ankle, look," she said sticking out her leg to
show the bruise and burned ring.  "It hurt like hell and I only
had it on there a few seconds.  It'll probably kill her on that
setting."  He smiled, looking back at Jan and pressing the
button.

Jan's body stiffened, her head jerked back and she got a wild
expression on her face.  He was amazed and stared at her while
she shook as if having a mild seizure.  "Daddy, you'd better let
the button go before she passes out."

"Oh," he said lifting his thumb.  Jan fell to the floor.  "Wow,
that was great," he said looking at the heap of flesh crumpled
into a pile.

"No wonder she flipped out," Sharon said pulling it from his
hand.  "You had it on level four.  She's never had it that high
before."

"Well, I think it will be a good tool to teach her to show
respect," he said bending over to pull her up.  "Now, do what I
said and take your clothes off!"  Leaning against the bed for
support, she pulled the camisole over her head, hearing the sound
of his whistle when her naked breasts came into view.  "Hurry,
show me the rest," he rushed as she wiggled out of the tight bike
shorts.  "Yes, perfect.  She's perfect!"

"I'm glad you like her, Daddy, now why don't you try her out. 
See what you think of her tight little pussy and I'll show you a
trick she does when you're done," she added winking at the
horrified naked girl.

The six-foot-four-two-hundred-forty pound man easily lifted her
seventy-five pound body, dropping her to the bed.  His grimy,
stained tank top was removed, exposing his flabby man-boobs,
rimmed with wirily gray hair.  He pounced on her, pinning her to
the bed, seeking out the small hairless slit between her legs
with his firm erection.  She squealed as the thick head tore into
her tender tissue.

"Yessss, Daddy, fuck her, fuck the little slut hard!" Sharon
cried out watching the scene unfolding before her.  Rubbing
herself, she closed her eyes thinking of the countless times her
father took sex from her the exact same way when she was younger.
 He'd just throw her down and mount her like a whore.  She never
resisted as there would be consequences for disobedience.

"She's really tight," he moaned, increasing his strokes.  He was
too long for full penetration, but it felt great having his cock
in the tight confines of her hot, fleshy hole.  He could hear her
breathing hard, see her chest rising and falling under his bulky
form, and felt her tender smooth skin caressing him as their
bodies merged.

Her shorter legs were akimbo, her knees wide and bent, the soles
of her feet facing and mashed under his thighs.  Hank's larger
size made getting leverage easier as his toes dug into the moldy
covers, gripping them like fists for stronger thrusts.  She
rocked back and forth, moving several inches each way with every
stroke.   Closing her eyes she sighed.  `If this is all he's
going to do to her, maybe it won't be so bad,' she thought.

His thrusts became uneven, his power reduced as he drew closer to
relief.  He grunted and moaned, calling out a garbled sound as
she felt his cock twitching and throbbing inside of her.  His
movements slowed until he remained motionless on top of her,
crushing her with his weight.  It took several attempts to lift
him before he rolled over, ripping his semi-erect cock from her
little-girl socket.

The cum gushed from her once her hole was unplugged, running down
the crack of her ass and pooling on the dirty sheets below.  She
breathed a sigh of relief.  Turning toward him, she watched as
his old chest rose and fell with every breath, sweat ran down his
cheeks and he panted through his opened mouth.

"Sharon, she's incredible," he said sitting up.

"I'm glad you like her, Daddy," she replied standing and
approaching the bed.  "Get up, whore," she barked down at the
girl.  "You need to clean up!" she added pulling her by the hair
out of the bed and dropping her to the floor.  Jan squealed,
grabbing her hands to keep from yanking her hair out until she
stood.  Sharon walked toward the small bathroom; turning to be
sure Jan was following.

Jan stared as the water filled the tub, noting that only the cold
had been turned on.  "Sharon, maybe you should turn the hot on
now.  It'll be too cold."  Her tormentor said nothing as she sat
on the closed toilet seat waiting for the tub to fill.

"Get in," she ordered as it approached the halfway mark.

"Sharon, it's too cold.  Please, let me turn..."  the shock sent
her to her knees, making her fall forward onto her hands as her
body shook.  She let out a long, low murmur until her thumb
released the button.

"Level four seems to work good for you.  I'll leave it there. 
For now, anyway.  Now do what I told you!"  Pulling herself up,
she crawled into the tub, falling in sideways with a splash.  The
waster was freezing cold and with the painful jolt, she began to
feel funny and knew it wouldn't be long.

"I'm changing," she grunted through chattering teeth as Sharon
stood to get a towel.

"Get up."

Goosebumps covered her body, her lips were blue and she couldn't
stop shaking as Sharon wrapped the thread-bare towel over her
shoulders.  Stepping out of the tub, she was guided toward the
door, stopping as her knees buckled.  Holding the sink, she
groaned as her body began expanding across every joint.  She felt
sick to her stomach and the aches and pains seemed to intensify.
She couldn't stand and fell to her knees as her balance was
thrown off from the quick transformation.

Sharon grabbed her shoulders, pulling on her to stand.  "Let's
go, I want daddy to see you for who you really are."

"Sharon," she mumbled, her teeth still chattering.  "Please, I
beg you don't do this any more."

"I said, MOVE!" she ordered shoving her the short distance to the
door.

Hank was sitting in bed, his back against the head board smoking
a cigarette when the two women emerged.  His puzzled expression
was almost comical and Sharon smiled.  "Where did you come from?"
he asked blowing smoke rings across the room.

"Daddy, this is the trick I told you about.  She's the little
slut you just fucked."

He stared at the much older woman, a bit rounded by time and
sagging in as many places as he was and smiled.  "Bull shit.  You
can't fool me like that.  You had her come through the window,
didn't ya?" he asked taking another deep drag.

"Daddy, we're on the second floor, how could I?  Go look in the
bathroom if you don't believe me.  This is her.  Look at this,"
she said reaching between Jan's legs to shove two fingers into
her gash.  Jan blushed from embarrassment as she pulled her
fingers away coated with creamy goo. "This is your cum, Daddy. 
The cum you just shot into the little whore."

He didn't reply until he finished his cigarette and stamped it
out in the nearby ashtray.  "Let's say I believe you, how is that
possible?  She was a little girl and now she's an older woman. 
How do you explain that?"

"She fell into a hole and landed into an underground pond.  Now
when she gets turned on she changes into a little girl.  I keep
this collar on her to make her change whenever I want her to,"
she said touching the collar and noticing she was starting to
turn red.

"You're not talking about the Fountain of Youth, are you?   That
don't exist.  It's make believe."

"Then how do *you* explain it?" she asked hearing Jan gasping for
air.

"You'd better loosen it up some or you'll choke her to death," he
said getting out of bed grinning.

"I keep it tight on purpose.  She has to work harder to stay
young if she knows she's choke if she's grown again."

"Just loosen it a bit, for now.  I want to know more about this
change thing she does," he said pulling her hair away, noticing
the lock.  "Loosen it, Sharon; I want to talk to her."  Sighing,
she dug into her purse, pulling out the key to hand it to her
father.

"I don't think you should do that."

"Relax, Sharon, I know what I'm doing.  She won't try to get
away, will you?" he asked unbuckling the collar.  She rapidly
shook her head.  Moving the pin down to the next notch, she
gasped deeply, pulling air into her lungs.  It was still tight
and confining, but it wasn't a struggle to breathe.  "Better?" he
asked.

"Yes," she croaked, still trying to take a deep breath.

"Now, tell me about this place you found.  The "Fountain of
Youth."

"I don't, uh really know much about it.  I fell into a hole and
landed into this lake underground.  Or maybe a pond would be
closer, but it was dark so I couldn't really see how big it was."

"And after that, you became a little girl?"

"It took a few days, but yes, that's when I started to change."

"She's a lot hornier too," Sharon gladly offered the information
with a smile.  "That's how she found out about turning into a
little girl."

"What do you mean?"

"She was masturbating and something about her getting turned on
triggers the change.  As long as she's aroused, she's a little
girl.  When that's gone, she goes back to being fat, old Jan."

"I'm *not* fat, Sharon!" she objected.  "Just because I'm not a
drugged-out crack whore like you doesn't mean I'm fat!"

"Face it, Honey, you're fat.  You know you're fat when you stand
up and still have stomach rolls."

"It's baby fat!"

"Enough!" Hank interjected.  "I want to know more about this
water.  How much did you drink?"

"I didn't drink any.  It smelled funny and I didn't want to risk
getting sick.  It was waist deep and I stood there for several
hours.  Richard said I'd been missing for five hours when he
found me."

"So do you think if you stood in there longer you would have
turned even younger?"

"I don't know"

"Will you grow older or stay the same age?"

"I don't know."

"If you do grow older, can you return to the hole and go through
it again?"

"Look, there's no sense in asking me questions about it because I
don't know.  I've never been through anything like this before
and have no idea what to expect."

"Fair enough.  One final question, and perhaps the most important
one, can you find this hole again?"

She glared at the older man trying to determine his motive. 
Perhaps he wanted the water for himself.  He's getting old and
maybe he wants to relive his youth.  Although he *did* ask about
her and the effects of another exposure.  She looked at the
spiteful expression on Sharon's face and returned her stare to
the old man.  "I'm not sure.  Maybe if Richard took me to our
campsite I might be able to find it, but I don't know."

"So Richard knows where this place is too?"

"Yes, he rescued me from it."

"Well, it seems like I need to give your husband a call," he
added moving closer to the apprehensive woman.  "Now, I think a
demonstration of this change is in order, don't you Sharon?"

"It would be my pleasure," she said with a smile pulling Jan by
the arm to the bed.  "Daddy, do you have any baby oil?" she asked
pulling the bullet vibrator from her purse. Reluctantly Jan laid
back, nervously covering her nakedness.

"I got mineral oil, that work?"

"Yea, get it for me," she said smirking.

"Sharon, what are you planning to do?"

"Just something we used to do back in the day.  Remember that
thing we used to do that drove all the college boys wild?"  Jan
looked at her puzzled.

"We did a lot of things with the college boys, what do you mean?"
she asked following Hank with her eyes as he reentered the room,
handing her a bottle of clear oil.  Sharon remained silent,
opening the cap and pouring the thick liquid onto her hand,
coating it all the way to her wrist.  "Sharon, you're not
planning on doing what I think you are?!" she asked more as a
question.

Smiling she wringed her hand together, fully covering both.  "You
were able to take one fist back then.  I'll bet after 20 years of
marriage and three kids, you can now take both."

"Sharon, please, no.  This is stupid.  I'm still sore for
everything and don't want you..." the cool liquid startled her as
Sharon poured a generous amount onto her pussy.  Turning to Hank,
her hopes of him rescuing her were dashed once she saw the
excited look on his face.

Sliding four fingers in, she began twisting them from side to
side, fully spreading the oil around.  Jan couldn't watch. 
Didn't want to see whatever Sharon had in mind and tried to
relax.  Effortlessly Sharon tucked her thumb under her palm and
began to push.  Jan felt the slight pressure before her hand
slipped in, causing her to jerk.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Sharon asked leaning over to
kiss her clit while reaching for the vibrator.  Jan's eyes
widened as she heard the familiar buzzing sound and knew what was
coming.  Sharon kept turning and twisting her hand while holding
the pulsating toy against the most sensitive place she had.  It
tingled and she fought against it, not wanting to give them the
satisfaction of performing like some circus monkey for their
amusement.

"Here, Daddy, you hold the vibrator, I'm going to try something,"
she said handing the bullet to him.  Holding her fingers tightly
together, she pushed the tips in along the side of her wrist
which was inside of her pussy.  She smiled hearing Jan grunt as
she made it to her second knuckles.  "Pour some more oil on my
hand, Daddy."

Reaching for the bottle, he squeezed enough onto her hand and
wrist to cause it to run down her arm.  She pushed harder,
watching Jan squirm as her fingers disappeared and the knuckles
began to push the loose skin into her crack as they went further
inside.  "Hold the vibrator against her pussy," she grunted,
tucking her finger inside and pushing harder.

Her second hand met a little resistance, but suddenly slipped
inside, pushing in past her wrist.  Jan let out a sharp groan the
second it entered.  "Damn!" Hank said watching as the woman now
had both of his daughter's hands inside of her pussy.

"Keep that vibrator against her clit, it's the only way to make
her change."

"Sharon," Jan puffed from the pain.  "You're going to take your
hands out aren't you?  I mean before I change, right?"  She
didn't reply and kept spinning and rocking her hands back and
forth inside of her pussy.  "Sharon?  Did you hear me?  You're
going to take them out, right?" she pleaded again.

"Just relax, Jan, and go with it.  Don't fight it or you'll get
hurt."

With everything she'd been through and as sore as she was, she
begun rotating her hips slightly, moaning as it felt nice. 
Sharon was rubbing something inside of her which seldom was
touched, giving her a cold chill as the vibrator pushed her
closer to an orgasm.  As much as she didn't want to, she knew it
was about to happen.

"Sharon, I'm feeling funny down there.  Take your hands out now,
please."

"Just relax, Jan.  Daddy, keep it still, don't move it around. 
Find the white tip and just hold it there."

"Sharon, it's... happening, take... them... out...
pleassssssssszzzzzzzzze!" she cried out feeling the sudden surge
of adrenalin coursing through her body as joints and organs
suddenly retracted, her hips grew slimmer and her breasts
dissolved as quickly as pouring salt on a slug.

Both women began screaming in pain at the same time as little
Jan's pussy grasped Sharon's hands like a human vice grip. 
"FUCK!" Sharon yelled out, trying to pull her hands out before
the final transformation happened.  Jan's body began bouncing,
jerking about as she attempted to dislodge the painful objects
wedged inside of her.

"She's breaking my fuckin' hands!" Sharon shrieked unable to move
them at all.

"Try taking them out one at a time," Hank suggested looking at
the grotesque display before him.  Her pussy was obscenely
stretched, bulging in places he never thought little girls had. 
Sharon's arms were plastered together to the elbows, causing her
to twist her body to keep balanced.

Jan's back was arched, her head, shoulders and soles the only
things touching the bed.  "Sharon!" was all she could utter
through clenched teeth.

Sharon's hands were immobile, not moving even a fraction of an
inch no matter how hard she struggled to get them free.  "Daddy,
help me get her to the bathroom, we need to put her in the
bathtub, it's the only way to change her back fast!"

"Hold on," he said stroking his newly engorged erection.  "I want
to try something first," he added swinging his leg over Sharon's
head and hunching over little Jan.

"What are you doing?!" she yelled out, having his ass right in
her face.

"Try and make a little canal with you arms, open them a little,"
he said trying to get his cock between her wrists.

"Daddy!  You're dick isn't going to fit inside of her, not right
now.  Help me get my hands out and you can fuck her again.  I
really think my fingers are broken and I have no feeling below my
wrists!"

"Just wait a minute, I want to try," he replied wedging his cock
between her arms.  No matter how hard he pushed, the tip never
got close to her opening.  It was just too tight, causing it to
slip out from between her arms.

"Now will you help me carry her into the bath room?!" she yelled
out after his fifth unsuccessful attempt.

The two struggled to get her in the tub.  It was still half full
and cold and she began shaking immediately.

Hank watched as the young girl's body shivered, tethered to his
daughter as if glued by the arms jutting from between her slim
legs.  She's young, pretty and already broken in.  He smiled
thinking of the possibilities of this Fountain of Youth she's
discovered.  Not wanting to wait any longer, he returned to the
other room, picking up the phone, dialing his friend.

"Hey, Leo, it's me, Hank.  Listen, I just got something that I
want you to see.  No, I can't tell you right now, I want to show
it to you.  I can have it there in 30 minutes.  No, I don't care
who you invite, they'll be enough for everyone, believe me. 
Great, see you in a bit, just make sure you've got your dungeon
ready to go."

Making his way back to the bathroom, he saw Sharon on the floor
holding her hands as if cradling a baby and the now grown Jan was
hunched in the corner wrapped in a towel shivering. "Get dressed,
whore," he said pulling the wet woman to her feet.  I've got some
friends I want you to meet.

~ the end of part 10 

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