Forced into boyhood

The continuation of "Becoming the Babysitter" features Hailey's transformation into the chubby Roy.

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Meanwhile, the real Hailey is sitting on the leather couch in the living room, scrolling through her phone and watching her notifications, full of messages from admirers on her socials.


"What a cute one," she says with a smirk, looking at one of the pics from her admirers.


"Hmm, not bad," she giggles, swiping through the messages.


"The boy is sleeping, so I don’t have to worry about Roy," the babysitter says as she keeps scrolling through her phone, sipping a bit of her orange juice. She seems to just be having fun at night the way she usually likes to.


But as she lounges, she starts to feel a strange tingling sensation, one that travels up her spine and into her brain. It’s as if something is trying to get her attention, but she shrugs it off as a random thought—perhaps her mind playing tricks on her..


"Oh... what was that?" she asks with a bit of surprise as another tingling sensation cascades through her body, making her shiver in response.


Her hand freezes in place, the sensation growing stronger. It's almost as if something is reaching out to her from a distance, a connection that's both tantalizing and eerie.


"What's going on?" Hailey whispers to herself as the tingling spreads through her whole body, growing stronger.


Her hand, which was just casually playing with the hem of her skirt, starts to tremble. The sensations are strange and unfamiliar, yet there's a hint of something... pleasurable? Her eyes widen as she feels a sudden, intense warmth spread through her lower belly, and she gasps.


"W-what the fuck is... ughhh," her words stop as she feels a jolt in her abdomen. She hunches over, a growing sensation building deep inside her.


The intensity of the feeling takes Hailey by surprise, her body reacting in a way she's never felt before. It's almost as if she's... feeling someone else's sensations.


"W-what the... ughhh," she groans, hunching over as the growing sensation in her lower abdomen becomes harder to handle. Her eyes squeeze shut as her entire body tightens with intense, throbbing energy.


"Oh my god," she whispers, her voice quivering. "It's... it's like... somehting....wrong... I don't know!" The sensations become overwhelming, and she can't help but let out a grunt.


Her eyes snap open, and she looks down at her phone, dropping it onto the couch cushion with a clatter. The vibrations she's feeling are coming from her own body, but she can't understand why or how.


"W-wha... the... OHHHH," she gasps as another jolt—a strange mix of pain and excitement—rushes through her, making her let out a deep groan. Her body keeps intensifying with each pulse, trembling as beads of sweat form on her forehead. Hailey is completely shocked by these sudden sensations rippling through her entire being, a dreadful feeling creeping over her, making her wonder what’s happening to her. Her body... it feels like it’s no longer her own.


She can't fight the wave of confusion and horror that washes over her. Her eyes dart around the room, looking for any clue as to what’s happening, but everything seems perfectly normal—except for the way her body responds.


"I... HAVE TO CALL... somebod—UGHHHH!" An intense pang shoots through her lower abdomen, hitting her even stronger than before. She groans and sinks into the leather couch, her phone slipping from her hands and falling to the floor as she keeps grunting, caught between pain and... something else... something draining her entire self.


Her eyes widen with shock and fear as she feels a sudden, intense spasm deep inside her. It’s as if someone else is taking over her body, using it for their own pleasure. Hailey's breaths come in shallow pants as she tries to understand what's happening.


"For... for the love of God... what is happening to m—ughhh," Hailey groans, her grunts growing with intensity, a confusing mix of sensations swelling within her. She can’t comprehend what’s going on or even ask for help. Fear grows alongside the strange feeling, and she starts to wonder if something else is taking over her—something dark and powerful.


Her hands clutch at her abdomen, the pressure building like an internal storm. She tries to stand, to do something—anything—but her legs are too weak to support her. She collapses back onto the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps.


"Oh God..." Hailey tries to stand with all her will, but her body trembles uncontrollably. Sweat drips down her face as she fights to stay upright. The sensations overwhelm her, her legs shaking, feeling weak as the pressure in her lower abdomen builds, growing stronger with each passing moment.


"I... need... to do... something..." Hailey forces herself to stand from the leather couch, using all her strength. Her legs tremble uncontrollably as the sensations intensify in her lower abdomen, pulsing somewhere between her legs.


Her eyes are wild, searching the room for anything that could explain this. She stumbles towards the floor, her hand on the banister, trying to keep herself upright. Each step feels like an eternity, her body moving as if it's underwater, every movement a fight against the overwhelming sensaiton that's taking over.


"I... OHHH!" A grunt escapes her mouth as the babysitter falls to the floor, her back arching. There’s something pulsing inside her lower abdomen, growing stronger with a force she’s never felt before.


Her eyes roll back, and she's lost in the chaos of sensations—each one more intense than the last. Her body writhes on the cold, hard floor, the carpet digging into her skin as she feels something pushing against the barriers of her mind.


"Ughhh..." An intense sensation pulses between her legs, growing stronger with each passing moment. Hailey feels it building, the pressure intensifying, and something deep inside her shifts. The sensations spread all over her body, consuming her with each wave.


Her hand moves down to her thighs, feeling the muscles tense and release as she tries to resist the urge to give in to whatever this is. But it's too much, too powerful. The feeling between her legs is no longer a simple curiosity but a demanding need.


Her hand shakes as it moves closer to her sex, her breath hitching in her throat. There's something there, something new and strange. It's small, but it's definitely there—a tiny nub, a little bud of flesh that she's never noticed before. It's growing, swelling with each passing second.


"Wh-what... the f... UGHHH!" The pain and pleasure are undeniable, crashing through her all at once, leaving her breathless, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Hailey's hand trembles as it moves closer to the alien presence between her legs.


Her fingertips graze over the swelling flesh, and she gasps at the sensitivity. The nub has grown into a small, firm shaft, the beginnings of something she had never felt before. It's not just a part of her body anymore; it's a part of her identity that she can't ignore.


"Wh-what the f—" A groan of pain escapes her as the small ans firn young shaft becomes incredibly sensitive.


The swelling between her legs grows more pronounced, stretching her panties tight. The fabric is damp from her own arousal, and she can feel the material sticking to her skin.


With trembling hands, Hailey reaches down and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down with a quick, desperate motion. She gasps as the cool air hits her sensitive skin, and the pressure inside her feels like it's going to burst.


The small, erect young penis between her legs juts out proudly, a shocking and unwelcome addition to her once-familiar body. It's hot to the touch, and she can feel the blood pulsing through it, demanding attention. She stares at it in horror, her mind racing with thoughts she's never had before.


"OH..." Hailey gasps as her body trembles, sensations growing stronger with each passing second. Then, her hands move instinctively, almost on autopilot.


Her palms glide over her new, swollen genitals, the sensitivity making her jerk with shock and fear. The touch feels... wrong, yet it's undeniably hers—a part of her she never knew existed. She can't believe what she's feeling, but her body responds with a hunger she's never experienced.


“Fuck,” Hailey can’t cope with the sensations, stroking it with reckless abandon.


Her hand moves up and down the shaft of her newfound organ, the sensitivity driving her wild. She's lost in a haze of confusion and fear, but the pleasure is too intense to ignore. The pressure in her lower abdomen builds and builds until she feels like she's going to break apart.


Hailey is overwhelmed, unaware of the sudden change to her luxurious mane of hair. The strands are receding, growing shorter by the second, losing their lustrous shine and luminous quality, until they recede into a short, boyish haircut.


Her eyes widen in horror as she feels her body undergoing another transformation, her skin roughening and her features shifting to match the chubby boy's. She watches in the reflection of the floor-length mirror, the glow of the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the scene.


“N-No... t-this can't be real... this can't— OHHHHH!” Another jolt of intense sensations rushes over her entire body, making her gasp as she crashes onto the floor, her hand moving on autopilot.


Her strokes become more vigorous, driven by the overpowering need to seek relief from the pressure that’s building. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites her lip to keep from screaming out loud. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful, and she feels like she’s falling into a vortex of uncharted desires.


Hailey’s stunning facial features start changing. Her lips, once full and luscious, begin thinning out, losing their plumpness and sensuality, leaving behind thin, plain lips. Her nose, delicate and refined, starts to shift, becoming boyish and slightly larger. Her striking eyes begin to change as well, along with her eyebrows, which grow thicker. Even her eyelashes lose their former length, altering her once-stunning, feminine look.


The transformation isn't just external; it's as if Roy’s essence is seeping into her, replacing her very being. Hailey’s chest, once a symbol of her femininity, flattens with each panicked breath she takes. Her breasts shrink, the firmness giving way to the softness of a boy's chest, and she feels the weight of her transformation pressing down on her.


“No—no... THIS... this is no—NOT happening... for FUGHHH!” More groans of panic escape her lips as her hand keeps stroking her new thing, her body changing with each passing second. Her femininity fades, her face morphing, losing its stunning, feminine sharpness. Her angular features soften, regressing in age. By the second, her face becomes more boyish, her high cheekbones rounding out, and her jawline receding. Her once-defined shape transforms, turning rounder and filling with childish chubbiness.


Her hand moves faster, the pressure inside her unbearable. Hailey’s mind reels as she feels her body betraying her, succumbing to the transformation. She can't stop the pleasure that's building, even as she feels herself slipping away. Her hips buck, her legs kicking out as she loses control.


“Noooo,” Hailey cannot stop touching herself, even as she wants to. The sensations are so overwhelming for her that she can’t fight them. Her heart is bucking faster as her face transforms entirely into a chubby, boyish one. Her chest keeps shrinking, the curves of her once-full breasts flattening with each passing second, losing their former, stunning shape.


The pleasure is a tornado, spinning her into a vortex of confusion and fear, and she feels something building deep within her. A strange, powerful sensation that makes her feel like she’s going to burst. Her strokes are frantic now, her hand a blur as she tries to find relief from the intensity of what’s happening to her.


Her eyes, once pools of blue, start to change, the irises darkening into a deep brown—Roy’s eyes. Her hand continues its relentless motion, her body moving in sync with the rhythm of the transformation.


“What—what the fuc—” Hailey gasps between breaths, her body changing, her voice growing weaker. Her face has fully transformed into Roy’s, round and chubby like a boy’s. The sensations intensify with each second as her chest continues to shrink, losing the maturity of her breasts until there's nothing left but a flat chest, no trace of its former fullness.


“No... this can't be real... no, for fuck’s sake... OHHHH,” another wave of pleasure hits her, wiping away her fear and worries in an instant. Her hand stays glued to her body, unable to stop.


Her eyes fly open in horror as she feels her body shrink, her breasts disappearing entirely as she reverts to the chubby frame of the little boy she’s babysitting. She can feel her hips narrowing, her waist thickening with childish fat.


“No... what the f— NOOO!” Another groan escapes her as the cracking and popping of her bones are audible, her hand still busy between her legs. Her body keeps shifting, regressing, until her once-precious femininity fades, her jawline turning childlike and boyish. Her limbs shrink by the second, losing their long and sleek look, turning small and chubby. Her hand feels awkward as the once-dainty fingers shrink, losing their delicate shape as she strokes it, now small and chubby, completely losing her former feminine, precious appearance.


The transformation isn’t gentle—it’s brutal, a complete reworking of her identity. Hailey’s stunning legs now match the thickness of Roy’s, the once-long and toned muscles of her thighs giving way to the softness of a pre-pubescent boy. Her feet shrink, the arches flattening, the high-heeled sandals slipping off her now-small feet.

Her hand, still moving between her legs, feels the last vestiges of her feminine power receding. The softness of her skin gives way to a coarser texture, the delicate folds of her sex becoming something alien and unfamiliar. She can feel the transformation reaching its peak, the very core of her being rewritten.


“No... I need to stop... feels... too... good,” Hailey can’t stop the sensations overwhelming her, the physical transformations spreading all over her. Her height keeps shrinking with each second, her once-chiseled body now turning soft and childlike. Her clothes hang loose on her receding, boyish frame, the femininity slipping away as she becomes more boyish. The muscles of her once-strong body are replaced by chubby fat. Her once flat abdomen is now a pudgy, boyish belly.


Her hand moves slower now, the urgency of her strokes replaced by a dull, mechanical rhythm. She feels the beginnings of a climax, a culmination of the terrifying transformation. Hailey’s eyes widen, the panic setting in as she realizes what’s happening—she’s losing herself to the magic coin’s power.


The room spins around her, the walls closing in as her body continues to change. She feels the last of her adult strength leave her, replaced by a child's weakness. Her hand, now small and clumsy, grips the shaft with a determination born from fear.


“Ohhh...” Her voice now turns into a soft, childish tone, one that sounds eerily familiar to Roy’s. Her body has transformed into the very same small, chubby figure of the boy she was babysitting moments ago, her clothes now hang loosely on her boyish, chubby frame like a tent. Her hand moves slowly down there as the overwhelming sensations begin to fade, her body completely transforming into a soft, round, and chubby form.


Her eyes, once full of horror, now look vacant and lost in the reflection of the mirror. The transformation is complete, and she is now Roy, his essence fully embedded within her. She can feel his thoughts, his fears, his innocence—everything that made him who he was. The pressure in her abdomen releases in a powerful spurt of pleasure, leaving her gasping and shivering on the floor.


For a moment, the room is silent, except for the sound of her ragged breaths. The intensity of the climax subsides, and she's left with the cold reality of what's happened. She's no longer Hailey; she's trapped in the body of the boy she was meant to protect. She tries to stand, but her legs wobble beneath her new weight, and she stumbles, falling back onto the floor.


With a whispered yelp, Hailey's small, chubby body stumbles to the floor again, her hand trembling. Everything feels completely new to her now, the room seeming much bigger in her altered reality. She watches as her clothes completely fall off her body, the ones that once fit her former, sexy, feminine form so perfectly.


"Wh-what?" she asks in Roy's voice, the words sounding strange coming from her now boyish lips. Her hand moves to her chest, feeling the flatness where her breasts once were. Panic sets in as she realizes the gravity of the situation, the room spinning as she tries to stand up again.


She watches her chubby, small body in detail. She is now Roy, in a very similar, childlike form. Her entire sense of self is merging with the innocence of the prepubescent boy’s body.


Her breathing slows, and she feels a strange sense of calm wash over her. The horror of what's happened is still there, but it's tempered by a curiosity about this new form. The body feels alien yet familiar, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to live as a boy.


"What has happened?” Roy/Hailey asks, staring at the chubby, boyish reflection in front of the mirror, her small, fully exposed body completely innocent and helpless. The former femininity and grace that once defined the babysitter are gone for good, replaced by the entire innocence and weakness of the chubby boy she had been babysitting. Tears well up on her chubby face, wondering what has happened to her former, precious identity.


The house feels eerily quiet around her, the only sounds coming from her own shaky breaths and the distant hum of the TV. She tries to stand again, her legs wobbly, and her feet feeling strange in the high-heeled sandals that now seem like a prison. The floor feels cold against her bare soles, and she stumbles, the reality of her new body setting in.


“Why...?” the chubby boy asks in his childish voice, wondering what has happened. His little mind is swimming with questions and confusion, struggling to make sense of it all.


“Hey, boy,” a sultry feminine voice calls from the stairs, making Roy/Hailey’s eyes widen in shock. She watches as a stunning, fully exposed woman stands there. The chubby boy watches her with an astonished look.


“I knew I heard something,” the woman says, her voice filled with a seductive purr as she walks down the stairs, her body moving with a grace that the now-small body of Hailey can’t quite comprehend. The woman’s skin glows in the moonlight, her curves exaggerated and alluring.


“Wh-what?” The chubby boy asks with a confused look, as he realizes that the woman standing there is nothing but a reflection of his former body—the familiar, beautiful shape of Hailey smiling back at him. It feels like an ironic joke, watching the child completely helpless.


The woman in the mirror walks closer, her hips swaying with a seductive grace that feels so foreign to the panic in his chest. Her hands reach out, caressing his cheeks, her eyes filled with a hunger that sends a shiver down his spine.


"Why are you playing with my clothes?" the new Hailey asks, her voice a perfect mimic of his own, a teasing lilt in her tone. The chubby boy stammers, his mind racing to understand what's happening.


"I-I'm not playing," he squeaks, his voice high-pitched and unfamiliar. He tries to back away, but his legs won't cooperate, his former grace replaced by clumsy, childlike movements. The sight of his favorite crop top and miniskirt lying discarded on the floor is a stark reminder of the life he's lost.


The woman—his own body, but not his own—bends down, her large, firm breasts swaying with the movement. She picks up the clothes with a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving his reflection. "They look much better on me, don't they?" she purrs, holding up the crop top to her now-swollen chest. The fabric stretches over her new curves, revealing a hint of her darkened areola.


The chubby boy can't comprehend what happened. His former body seems to act as if nothing is wrong, admiring the loss of everything, now completely reduced to a chubby boy.


“What are you doing in the living room at this hour, huh?” the woman asks, catching him in his shock.


"And looking like that, without any clothes?" Her smile is full of mockery.


"The chubby boy needs something to wear," she teases, playing with him as the chubby child flushes in embarrassment.


Roy's eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape from the reality that has become his new life. "I-I don't know," he stammers, trying to find his voice in this alien body.


“Everything is... wrong... I... I...” The chubby boy can't comprehend it all. His mind struggles to make sense of the situation, feeling completely helpless and without any choice. The woman simply takes him by the hand and lifts his chin gently.


“Don’t worry, baby. I’m here to babysit you. Let’s go to your bedroom, and you can sleep all night,” she smiles, making the chubby boy blush with embarrassment.


He tries to pull away, but her grip is firm, and his new body is too weak to resist. The chilly air making him shiver. Each step feels clumsy and unnatural, his former grace replaced by the awkwardness of a child’s gait.


“I’m your babysitter, Hailey, here to make you feel better,” the woman says with a soft smile and a warm tone, causing the chubby boy to blush and feel shy. There’s nothing he can do. He tries to speak, to protest, but all resistance fades with each passing second, replaced by a sense of hopelessness that everything he once was is gone for good.