Author: Sterling
Title: Make a Birthday Wish
Summary: James is hosting four adult women friends for his birthday party.
When it is time to make a wish, it is that his party guests turn into
small girls. The magic extends to making them lusty little
creatures who are capable of accommodating a man's erection,
right where he would most like to put it.
Keywords: Mg(2,4), pedo, 1st, oral, group, harem, ScFi

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 5/22/2021.

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Make a Birthday Wish

It was James's birthday. Thirty-one years old. He had invited
four women to his party, four women who were probably his best
friends. Liz was a little older, around 45, but the other three
were close to his age: Anne, Rachel, and Meghan. He often did
things with those four, usually in groups of three or more.
Somehow he never hit it off with guys so well.

It was going to be a simple party. James had bought some paper
plates and napkins with a birthday theme to serve the cake on,
and little bags of favors. He realized after he got home that
they were actually intended for a party for young girls, but,
hey... what the heck. The women would find it funny.

Rachel would bring some Chinese take-out, and Liz had promised to
bake a cake.

James decided to rest on the sofa. Thirty-one years old. It was
an exceptionally quiet evening, and he had the window open. He
heard car doors slam a few houses down -- you sometimes had to
look for parking in this neighborhood. The voices soon confirmed
that it was his friends. He could just barely make out their
conversation.

"He is not gay! Yeah, when he denies it it doesn't mean much, but
my gay friends tell me no way." That was Meghan.

"I still think he must be. What else could he be?" said Anne.

"You just say that because you don't get why he doesn't go for
you!" murmured Rachel.

"That's not it!" said Anne. "Well, maybe a little. You're even
more attractive than me... He doesn't even flirt with us."

"And it's not that he's awkward... he is a nice guy. Nicer than
most guys, actually. Sigh," said Anne.

"Are your panties getting wet?" said Rachel.

"Oh, you!" said Anne.

"That's his house, up there, quiet!" said Liz.

The conversation turned to whispers he could not make out, and
then the doorbell rang.

"Happy birthday!" said the four of them when he opened up. He
hugged each of them in turn, and invited them in.

They sat and talked a bit. Each one of them had gotten him a
little joke present. Rachel transferred the Chinese to nice
serving dishes, and it was good. That restaurant really was a cut
above.

Liz apologized that she had run out of time so the cake was from
a bakery. That was OK with James. The truth was, those high-end
bakeries made awfully nice cakes.

He had the others close their eyes while he produced the kids'
plates and napkins. They thought it was funny, just as he knew
they would.

Liz arranged the candles -- there were five candles in a row on
one side of the cake, and a single one on the other. There was
some significance to it. If it had been three on one side and one
on the other that would just be the digits 1 and 3. James gave
up, and so did the others, and Liz explained that the 5 candles
in a row were 31 in binary, and the 1 on the other side was one
to grow on. Liz was a tech nerd.

"Now, make a wish!" said Anne.

"Yeah, a really good wish!" put in Rachel.

"I have a feeling this one will really come true!" said Meghan.

"What would you really, really like?" asked Liz softly.

James closed his eyes. If he was going to pick something that
would come true, he should pick something else, but... he let
himself go. He thought of what he would really like most. This
same party, but with a few minor differences. He let the details
fill in in his imagination. It was so sweet... And then he blew
out the candles.

He saw the candles going out, but then his vision went dark. All
the sounds stopped, and he had a sense that something had
shifted. It was just a few seconds of dislocation, and then he
opened his eyes. What he saw astonished him. Had it really come
true?

There was a girl of about four years old. It was Liz at age four,
no doubt about it -- the nose, the cheeks.

There were three other little girls, who all looked to be about
two -- two years old! He would know that Meghan anywhere, with
those big brown eyes. Anne was pretty easy to place too -- her
hair even blonder as a child than it was now. He wasn't sure he
would know the other one was Rachel, but he could see how that
girl would turn into Rachel.

Although his guests were all much younger, James realized that he
was still 31 years old -- his body was unchanged. Even his
clothes. The girls had on party dresses appropriate to their
ages.

Liz looked a little confused. It was hard to tell with the
others, because two-year-olds are often confused just by living
in the world of a two-year-old. They were all adorable, and he
felt honored that he had four such wonderful guests at his party.

But there was a cake that got everyone's attention -- the one the
adult Liz had brought, and James cut pieces -- pieces sized for
small girls, and passed each plate to one of the girls. He served
Liz last, and then himself.

Frosting and crumbs were soon gracing cheeks, fingers, plates,
and the tablecloth, but plenty was going into those two-year-old
mouths too, and they loved it. Five-layer chocolate cake. Liz had
a much higher percentage of cake going into her mouth as opposed
to everywhere else, but she loved it just as much. Wine had been
the planned beverage, but James realized he had a gallon of milk
in the fridge -- he still liked milk, at the age of 31. Rachel
said, "More cake!" but James whisked the rest of the cake into
the kitchen, saying if they had more they'd get a tummy ache. He
then returned with the milk and poured a little in a cup, helping
one two-year-old at a time. Liz helped Meghan.

He did his best with napkins to clean the girls up, but when he
was done he was still in the company of three little girls with
cake and frosting on their party dresses, with traces in their
hair and on their faces and hands.

It was now 8 at night, and Meghan and Anne were looking vague.
Probably near their bed time. But then he wondered how this
reality extended outward from this party to mesh with the wider
world. Were these girls' parents going to show up, nonchalant
about their daughters attending the birthday party of a grown
man?

He looked perplexed and murmured, "What happens now?"

Liz heard him, and answered, "It's a sleepover party. I think it
must be bath time!"

When she said that, a mix of feelings flooded James. Surely this
wasn't real? But he felt fear, and also terrific excitement, and
something else too. Lust. Pure lust, as he imagined each of these
little girls naked.

James's bathroom was not especially big, but then two-year-old
girls are also quite small and can pack into small spaces as they
lack much concern with personal space or boundaries.

He set the water running and adjusted the temperature. Rachel had
started getting out of her party dress but was stuck. He helped
her. Under it she was wearing pull-ups, and he now pulled them
down. Totally routine care for a two-year-old, but for him the
amazing naked little girl parts sliding into view were exciting
and erotic.

"Ready for your bath?" he asked.

Rachel nodded and walked to the tub. James helped her in.

Meghan had managed to strip herself naked, and now said,
"Peepee!" Quite likely her house had a potty, but James's did
not. So he lifted her up and sat her on the toilet seat. Meghan
spread her legs wide apart, and in a few seconds a little stream
of pee emerged from between her lips and tinkled into the toilet.
Perfectly routine... but for James it was so exciting. He lifted
her off the toilet and plunked her straight into the bath with
Rachel. Anne joined the show. The three little girls in the bath
were splashing, and splashing each other, and giggling. James
looked over the girls for traces of cake and frosting and rubbed
them with warm water. No soap was required. The traces in hair
were minor enough he would let that wait for another day instead
of attempting any hair washes.

Liz could of course clean herself up at the sink, and he saw her
doing so out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned around,
there she was, completely naked too!

"I want to join the fun too!" she said when he looked at her
questioningly. She picked up Rachel and handed her to James, and
then there was enough room for her to fit in the tub -- barely.
James held a wet and naked two-year-old. Towels! He held her in
his one arm and walked around the corner to his linen closet and
returned with a pile of towels. He picked one of them and rubbed
Rachel all over until she was dry. Clean clothes? He didn't have
any. He stood her up in the hallway and she wandered towards the
living room. But then it was time to dry Anne and then Rachel.
Then Liz appeared, also naked.

"Where are we going to sleep?" she asked.

James only had the one queen-size bed, and the best he could
think to do was to drag the mattress off the bed and put it into
the middle of the living room floor. He didn't try to make up the
bed. He just left the top sheet and blankets available to grab as
needed.

"You have to get naked too," said Liz.

"Me? Why?"

"We're all naked and we don't have any pajamas, so you have to
get naked to be like us."

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," said James.

"Nunnh-unnnh, you have to!" said Liz. She seemed quite sure of
herself.

"It's OK you're a boy and have a penis," she said. "Boys and
girls are both natural."

Heart pounding, James stripped, leaving for last his briefs. "You
may not be used to seeing a penis like that," he said
apologetically. What the girls saw when he removed them was not a
stubby little boy wiener. It was a big man's penis. And it was
way, way bigger than usual because it was fully erect.

Liz gasped when she saw it, eyes wide, and then started giggling.
The younger ones had been looking sleepy to various degrees, but
now they were all wide awake and looking at this new wonder of
the world.

The others were a bit hesitant, but Rachel didn't ask permission
or hesitate. She grasped it in her hand and turned it around all
different ways. The others joined in.

"Be gentle," Liz admonished the younger girls.

James had a naughty thought. He really shouldn't, but... parts of
his dream had already come true. "Can I... can I play with your
parts too?" asked James. "It's only fair."

"Sure!" said Liz, instantly lying back with legs spread wide.
James was amazed. Ask and you shall receive.

James reached in gently and stroked up and down her slit. When
the little girls saw, they imitated Liz. James had four little
girls with legs spread wide, displaying their little twats for
his inspection. He feared his cock might start spurting all over
everything, but he held back.

"There's more stuff inside," said Liz, spreading her lips apart.

Heart pounding, James slid his finger into the wet, probing her
vaginal opening.

"There's a hole that goes up inside," said Liz, grabbing James's
finger and shoving it up into her vagina, way farther than he
would have thought possible.

The other girls saw and imitated what the big girl was doing.
They vied to grab his hand and shove his finger up inside them.
If he was surprised at how deep and flexible Liz's vagina seemed,
he was positively astonished at the little ones. Their little
fingers shoved his middle finger up inside of them much farther
than he would have dreamed possible.

James's cock was twitching. "Can I... can I taste it? Lick it?"
he asked Liz. His eyes were fixed on her girl slit.

"Ewww!" she replied, pulling back.

That was disappointing, but Liz was just one girl. There were
three others. He decided he would just try it and let the little
one complain if she didn't like it. Meghan was the closest, and
he shuddered with pleasure as he felt his mouth approaching her
little girl slit. He held her slit open with the fingers of his
right hand and started licking inside. Oh, what heaven!

Meghan giggled while he was getting all this arranged, but as his
tongue found the mark, she stopped giggling and started cooing.

"You LIKE it?" asked Liz, incredulous.

Meghan didn't answer but smiled and cooed some more.

James thought he would try his luck with Anne, and found that
girl was all ready, having seen how happy Meghan was. She reacted
the same way, but also squirmed her hips seductively. Rachel was
just as enthusiastic.

"Me again!" said Meghan.

James looked at Liz.

"I guess if little girls like it, I could try... I mean, if you
want."

James wanted. Liz very quickly lost any trace of squeamishness as
she felt his tongue licking and loving her feminine parts. She
bucked her hips.

When he removed his mouth, he had dreams of what he might like to
do next, but decided he would go through the four of them again,
licking their heavenly parts. But before he could start, Liz held
him and reached down for his penis, which was naturally very
stiff. She looked at the penis, then looked at herself between
the lips, then back at the penis. "I'd almost think... never
mind, that's silly," she said.

"No, no, I'd love to hear what you were thinking," said James.

"I feel like your penis goes in my hole... like it's supposed
to," she said.

"Well, it's amazing you would guess that. With men and women, it
does. It fits in there and they both like it. But not with little
girls."

"But I'm not such a little girl. And I feel like I need it."

James had to admit that based on explorations with finger and
tongue, she seemed stretchy and deep enough down there to take
it.

"I admit, I'd, um, love to try," said James.

"Then do it! How do we get?" asked Liz.

Liz quickly got the idea that she should just lie back with legs
spread wide, and James positioned himself above her, ready for
copulation. Could this really be happening?

He pressed his cock between her girl lips, right where a cock
goes, and it slid in a little.

"Yes, that's just right!" said Liz. "You feel OK?"

James grinned and nodded, worked his cock in deeper, and then
began a back and forth motion. He was mounted on a gorgeous
4-year-old girl, his cock thrusting in and out of her vagina.
Amazing!

"What's that feeling?" said Liz. "Is it safe?" She looked
alarmed.

"Perfectly safe," he said, fucking in and out gently and
smoothly. "Just let it feel good."

Liz didn't last long. In under a minute she gasped and convulsed
and cried out. That sent James over the edge. Pure pleasure
flooded his brain. He shoved his cock deep as it began spewing,
one shot after another. Sensations aside, the most amazing thing
was that he had finally had sex with the sort of girl he dreamed
of -- something he had thought was forever out of reach. He let
his cock slide out of the girl.

Naturally all this had grabbed the full attention of the smaller
girls. They wanted their turn too! James's natural reaction was
to say that of course they were much too young. But then Liz had
been much too young too. And his explorations of the
two-year-olds' privates indicated they were nearly as stretchy
and deep as Liz's.

For Rachel, perhaps part of it was the sight of the grown man
James on top of her. Perhaps it was in part his weight or the
touch of his body on hers. Quite likely it involved her amazement
at feeling a penis sliding into her a little, and then more, and
then even more. In any event, she was quickly gasping with
pleasure, and in under a minute she convulsed with orgasm.
Although James had just come a couple minutes earlier, the
reality of thrusting up to the hilt in a gorgeous, ecstatic
little two-year-old drove him over the edge again, to even more
profound pleasure.

Thankfully Liz used her big-girl skills to comfort Anne, who did
not want to wait for her turn. But she did have to wait, because
James had only one cock, and it was pressing up and into Meghan,
over and over, insistently, to the utter delight of the girl. Her
building pleasure brought James along, and he climaxed again,
spurting more of his sperm into the very small girl's pussy.

So then Anne was rewarded by her patience, and she too got to
luxuriate in the pleasure of a man cock driving into her pussy,
over and over again. She shuddered with pleasure. Finally, some
version of the refractory period caught up with James, and he did
not come right away. But he kept mating with his girl -- smooth,
insistent strokes of stiff man prong up into a hot, slick, tight
space of a girl who was ever so happy to get it. Anne relaxed for
a minute before her pleasure started building again, and this
time James followed her right along. At her second climax, he
spurted more sperm, ecstatically, up into the deep end of her
little pussy.

By the time he slid his cock out of little Anne, Rachel was
asleep, and Meghan was headed that way rapidly. Give a little
girl an orgasm -- not just any orgasm, but her first one, and a
big one -- after her bedtime, and she is likely to fall asleep
quickly.

James didn't usually fall asleep at 9pm, but there was no way he
was going to miss a minute of his time with these little girls.
He quickly used the toilet, turned out the lights, and returned
to bed.

A clever four-year-old girl, even a sleepy one, may notice her
competition all sound asleep and try to grab the man for herself
at a time when she didn't have to share. James was touched by the
cleverness showing in her twinkling eyes, but then quickly got
down to the business of inserting his masculine prong snugly into
Liz's feminine pocket and copulating fast and hard. Liz's pussy
clutched James's cock firmly. This time there was no hint of
surprise or confusion on Liz's face, but just pure satisfaction
as the cock so engulfed rapidly sent her to climax while the
silky, hot embrace drove James to ecstasy. His prong tucked
another little blob of sperm deep inside his four-year-old mate.
After he let his cock slide out, Liz was soon headed for sleep.
That made four sleeping girls.

James had no inclination to sleep. His attraction to two-year-old
girls was not limited to faces and vaginas. It covered every part
of them. Starting with Meghan, he fondled and kissed and rubbed.
He sniffed hair, and feet, and underarms. It takes a lot to wake
a truly sleepy toddler, so James feasted sensually on every
feature of his little girls. So healthy, so alive, so full of
life and potential, and to James, so incredibly sexy. He kissed
every inch of her flesh. Naturally he was drawn especially to the
little girl slit and to what lay inside. The taste of his own cum
oozing out reminded him that this had not been a dream. However
sleepy a girl is, though, it seems that if a tongue is arousing
and teasing her, she will wake up long enough to insist that it
be replaced by the thing she really wants -- the big, thick man
thing, stuffed in as far as it goes. That will in turn drive her
to ecstatic release and satisfaction within a minute or two. But
it will not make her reject the male organ. On the contrary, she
will happily sleep on for an hour with the thing insistently
sliding in and out of her pussy, even as it spits sperm now and
then.

Each of the three little ones was gorgeous and special in her own
way, and while fondling one or pumping his cock up into her, he
was enticed by the prospect of doing the same to one of the
others.

Liz at four would have been a miracle and satisfied him nearly as
much if the little ones had not been present, but as they were
the two-year-olds occupied all of his attention.

No matter how excited a person is, sleep eventually demands its
due. As James felt sleep tugging at him hard, he encouraged
Meghan to hug his left side, Rachel his right, and Anne to
snuggle between his legs. He reached out to cup the sex of big
girl Liz with his hand. He drifted off to sleep.

As he came to, James oriented himself. He was lying on his own
living room sofa. The whispered voices were those of his adult
friends, the guests at his birthday party. His night with the
little ones had been real -- very real. But his return to
ordinary reality saved him a great deal of awkwardness, not least
explaining why four little girls were all eager to see that nice
man James again so he could stick his penis in their vaginas and
make them so incredibly happy.

At last he opened his eyes.

"James, are you OK?" asked Meghan. He closed his eyes again to
remember exactly how she had looked at the age of two.

"Yeah, I'm OK."

"You like fainted there at the table, so we dragged you over
here."

"How long have I been out?"

"Oh, about ten minutes now."

"Ah, OK. And nothing else happened? You've just been sitting
here?"

"Sure. What would you expect?"

James breathed a big sigh of relief.

"Anyway, surely your wish wasn't to pass out. To have a dream?"

"Sort of. It was... it was just fine," James said.

In a few minutes he served the cake to women who ate it without
making the least bit of mess. He poured them wine in proper wine
glasses. And in half an hour they all went home instead of
sleeping over. But in odd moments in that period he took a close
look at them, one after another, and saw the two-year-old version
-- the incredibly sexy two-year-old version. Oh, if only I had
known you a few decades earlier, he thought. And yet, Anne... was
there enough of the little Anne still showing in the adult that
he could desire her? Not just how she looked, but how she thought
and acted at age two?

After they all left, he kept thinking about it. Maybe there was.

He relived the memories of his night with the little ones, over
and over. Was it only on your birthday, and only once in a
lifetime, that your wish came true?

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