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Magical Friendship [Female Age Regression, Female Age Progression, Weight Gain, Lactation]

“Of course he's dating her. She's the hottest girl in school!” Ericka was giving her friend Julie some relationship advice in her usual direct manner. “He probably didn't even know you liked him. You never even talked to him!”

Julie bit her lip and diffidently tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear. “Yeah...” She stared at her best friend as she rummaged around in the fridge. Ericka, an attractive, blonde teen, was a year older than Julie and she seemed to have the world all figured out.

“I guess it's Frosted Flakes for supper again,” Julie said to change the subject.

“Why does your mom always work late?”

Julie shrugged, then brightened. “I could make us root beer floats!”

“Sweet! I'll find us something to watch.” Ericka walked over to the TV and began thumbing through the DVDs. “You should totally make your mom get Netflix.”

“I know. We don't have anything good to watch. Let's just watch TV like we usually do.”

“Wait, what's this? Why do you have a My Little Pony DVD?”

Julie rolled her eyes. “It's my brother's. He's obsessed with that show.”

Ericka giggled. She'd had a bit of a crush on Julie's brother since 3rd grade. “We should totally watch this!” she said.

“My brother said not to. I don't know why.”

Ericka wasn't listening. She had already put the DVD in the player.

“I really don't think you should do that,” Julie said, but she knew there was no point in saying anymore. Ericka usually knew what she wanted, and for some reason she almost always got it. Julie was used to it by now, so it didn't bother her. She settled onto the couch with her cereal and root beer float.

The show started, and both girls thought it seemed a little childish. They were teens, and the show seemed clearly aimed at little girls.

“The theme song is kind of catchy, don't you think?” Julie said.

“I still don't get why your brother likes this,” Ericka replied.

Julie shrugged. She was getting a strange tingly feeling in her chest, and she almost unconsciously started to poke and nudge her small breasts.

“This is stupid. We should watch something else,” Ericka said.

Julie wasn't really listening. Her breasts were actually starting to hurt. It was as if pressure was slowly but surely building up behind them. She started to massage them in earnest.

“What are you doing?” Ericka was staring at her incredulously.

“My boobs hurt,” Julie said, strangely unembarrassed by the whole situation.

Ericka giggled and all of a sudden poked one of Julie's sore breasts.

“Ouch!” Julie said. “Stop it!”

But Ericka just kept giggling and poked her other boob, harder this time

“I'm serious! You're acting like a little brat,” Julie said, trying to fend off her mischievous friend.

Ericka just wouldn't stop giggling and poking. She thought the whole thing was hilarious. Finally, Julie decided she'd had enough. “Quit it!” she yelled and grabbed Ericka's wrist as tightly as she could. Ericka got a hurt look on her face, and Julie almost felt sorry for her. She'd never really felt sorry for Ericka before.

But as bad as Julie felt, Ericka felt ten times worse. She wasn't sure why the simple act of having her wrist grabbed would affect her this much. Her wrist didn't hurt that badly. But she still felt very insecure, and she really wanted to grab hold of Julie and hug her. It seemed a bit weird and awkward to do that though. So instead she said, “I'm still hungwy – hungry.” She caught herself and said the word correctly, but it felt so much more natural to pronounce the 'r' as a 'w'. Her tongue was feeling awkwardly heavy in her mouth.

Julie noticed that Ericka's bowl of Frosted Flakes was indeed empty. Normally she would have told her friend to go fill her bowl herself. But Julie was still feeling rotten about grabbing Ericka's wrist. Getting her more cereal just seemed like the right thing to do.

Julie took the bowl from Ericka's hand, and walked to the kitchen. Ericka continued to slurp her root beer float through a straw while watching “My Little Pony.” She was noticing interesting details about the show that she had missed earlier. The bright colors in particular struck her as pretty and happy. She'd never been drunk before, but she imagined that it might feel like this; everything seemed so silly and funny. She found herself giggling a lot at the little ponies.

In the kitchen, Ericka started to refill her friend's bowl, but stopped short as she realized that this wasn't a very healthy supper. “Why don't I make something more nutritious?” she thought to herself. Her breasts still had a dull ache behind them, but it was starting to feel normal for some reason. Despite having never cooked anything more complex than scrambled eggs, she pulled a cook-book from the kitchen shelf and turned to a stir-fry recipe. Knowledge seemed to appear in her mind as she began to chop the vegetables expertly. She soon had the stir fry spiced and simmering on the stove.

“You're missing this. I'm weally – really starting to like it!” came from the living room. It seemed that Ericka had just finished the first episode.

“I'll come watch the second episode with you, okay?” Julie said. She still didn't find the show appealing, but she might as well watch it while the stir-fry cooked. She stared oddly at Ericka's pink My Little Pony shirt with Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle on the front. She could have sworn that she was wearing tight, blue tank-top a minute ago.

But such bizarre thoughts faded as Julie sat back down on the couch. Ericka was flipping through DVD chapters with the remote.

“I thought we were going to watch the second episode,” Julie said.

“I already sawed that one,” Ericka said.

“Just saw. I already saw that one,” Julie said gently.

“Whatever.” Ericka snorted. She hated it when Julie corrected her. Ericka wasn't sure why she was having trouble thinking of the right words to use, but being corrected wasn't helping. Now it was her turn to scratch her breasts as they began to shift underneath her bra. There, Episode 8. She knew she hadn't seen this one yet.

Her breasts continued to shift, rising higher and higher and leaving behind empty bra cups in their place. The dangling bra was slowly shifting as well as the cups began to fuse together. The buckle in the back dissolved into elastic as the training bra drew tighter around Ericka's receding breast buds. All the while, her hips were starting to pinch inwards, taking up less space on the sofa. Her ass was slowly deflating like a tire as the couch cushions almost seemed to swallow her thinning form.

As Ericka took up less and less space on the sofa, Julie began to take up more. Her ass spread towards Ericka as her hips broadened. She rearranged herself on the couch, sinking deeper into the cushions. Her thighs were filling in as well, the space between them shrinking until they started to touch.

She had never really stopped massaging and pushing on her breasts, and it barely registered when her breasts started to push back. The flesh rose like dough, oozing over the cups of her bra and around the sides. She tugged uncomfortably at the small teen bra as it began the conversion to a bra more suitable for her larger, bulkier breasts. Underwire appeared out of thin air, and the straps of the bra became thicker to handle the extra weight.

Sniffing the air, Julie could tell that her stir fry was almost finished. She got up from the couch, wincing slightly at the pain in her breasts. The aching that had started deep in her chest was beginning to spread outward towards her nipples. The flesh had begun to tighten and harden as her glands slowly filled with milk.

Julie made her way to the kitchen and served up a large plate of stir fry for herself, and a smaller one for Ericka. The smell of the steaming vegetables filled her nostrils, and she hoped that Ericka would appreciate the work that she'd put into making such a delicious, healthy dish. But Ericka barely even looked up as Julie offered her a plate.

“Careful, it's hot,” Julie said.

Ericka glanced up for a second and wrinkled her nose. “What is that? Can't I just have another bowl of Frosted Flakes?”

Julie felt a wave of anger rising from the bottom of her stomach. Normally, she wouldn't have even questioned her friend, but she was feeling strangely powerful for some reason.

“You need to eat this first. Then you can have another bowl of cereal.”

Ericka rolled her eyes. She was a little taken aback by her friend's dominant tone, but she was quickly distracted as the 9th episode of My Little Pony started. “I love this theme song!” she thought, singing along without really understanding why she had the words memorized.

Her training bra thinned and vanished into nothingness as her torso became more and more angular. The former teen was taking on a girlish, innocent look. The small, golf ball sized lumps on her chest began to dissipate, and the slight curves of her hips compressed into hard, straight lines.

Ericka gobbled up her food, feeling hungrier than ever. “I weally like Twilight Spawkow. That's the puwple one,” she said, trying to talk around the vegetables in her mouth and failing miserably.

“Don't talk with a mouthful of food. That's disgusting,” Julie said.

“Okay,” Ericka said, surprised at her own agreeableness. Normally she didn't like people bossing her around. She was starting to get food all over her face, but she barely even noticed. It was just getting harder to make the fork go into her mouth.

She also didn't notice that the food was starting to taste different; the texture was getting mushier. It was becoming more difficult for her to chew anyway, so she didn't mind as the thick paste slowly converted into baby food. She spilled some down the front of her My Little Pony shirt but didn't bother to wipe it off.  

Without taking her eyes off the TV screen, she took a swig from her root beer float. Her plastic cup was beginning to close off at the top. The straw felt thicker and softer in her mouth, and the drink in the cup somehow seemed warmer and creamier. Ericka slurped it up noisily. Small rivulets of what was now warm milk ran out of her mouth and down her chin. Her slurping became more like suckling as the straw finished altering into the plastic nipple of a baby bottle.  Her tummy felt comfortably warm and full as it began curve into a more childish form.

Julie noticed the mess Ericka was making and clucked softly to herself. “I don't know what I was thinking her letting her eat out here,” she thought, beginning to accept her dominant role. Gently, she reached over and took the plate and fork from Ericka's messy, dripping fingers.

The neckline of Julie's shirt was dropping dangerously low as her bra disappeared as well. The veins in her increasingly hard breasts stood out angrily against her white flesh. Her nipples started to elongate and widen until they were as thick as a pencil. They pressed uncomfortably against her shirt, bulging out farther and farther from her swelling chest. Unseen, her areola began to darken and coarsen as small bumps popped up around her fatter nipples.

“I'm going to need to pump soon,” she thought to herself as the soreness in her chest continued to grow. The simple act of walking to the kitchen with Ericka's plate was causing her breasts to jiggle so much that milk was beginning to slowly drip from one of her nipples. Dampness spread across the front of her shirt, and she carelessly dabbed at the wet fabric.

Ericka was starting to feel sleepy as the 9th episode drew to a close. As Julie returned to the couch, she noticed her friend's eyelids drooping ever so slightly.

“I think it's time to go to bed,” Julie said.

“Aw, do I hafta?”

Julie scarcely hesitated this time. It felt a bit odd, but she knew it was up to her to make sure Ericka went to bed. “Yes, you have school tomorrow,” she said firmly.

“Please Mo – I mean Julie.” Ericka was unsure what was happening, but is seemed like she might be beginning to understand. Certain strange thoughts just seemed to float away, replaced with other, more comforting ones. The pony show seemed less and less interesting even as the rubber nipple on her bottle became more fascinating.

She continued to gulp the milk down; craving the warm satisfying feeling it gave her. She was so focused on the yummy liquid that didn't notice her underwear getting thicker and more well-padded, especially in the crotch area. She lay her head down in Julie's lap, and a slight crinkling sound came from her diaper as she shifted.

“Okay, one more episode,” Julie said, although she knew there was no way that Ericka would be able to stay awake for more than 5 more minutes. Julie's stomach growled, and she realized that she hadn't eaten enough. “I can eat more after I put Ericka to bed,” she thought. She looked down at Ericka's head in her lap with a smile.  She stroked the little girl's hair as warmth filled her.

Julie's already full thighs and hips began to thicken yet again, becoming an even comfier cushion for Ericka. Her midsection started to push against Ericka's head as her abdomen grew doughier. Julie looked down at herself obliviously.  Her breasts blocked her view of her morphing stomach and swelling hips, but she did notice that her chest was almost completely exposed. The edge of one her darkened areola was visible. It was almost as if her dropping neckline were trying to tell her something.

Ericka, for her part, didn't notice how much softer and comfier Julie's lap was becoming either. Her thoughts were on the rubber nipple in her mouth and how no more milk was coming out even though she was sucking really hard! She looked up at the woman above her.

“Mommy, I'm still hungwy?” she said in her new little girl voice. Julie didn't stir. “Mommy!” Ericka said again. Julie looked down, trying to figure out why Ericka would call her 'Mommy.'

“I'm not your mommy,” she said, reaching down to tickle Ericka's little stomach. The movement caused a stream of milk to spurt out of one of her full, aching breasts.

Ericka giggled girlishly. “Yes you awre!” Julie tickled her again.

“Mama, me hungwy.” Ericka struggled to get the words out. She eyed Julie's swollen breasts. As adult thoughts left her mind and child-like instincts began to kick-in, those breasts were becoming more and more closely associated with food.

“What did you say?” Julie said. She felt a foreign emotion building up in her; a sense of nurturing protectiveness towards the little girl in her arms. She unconsciously held Ericka tighter, feeling the child's warmth against her lightly sagging stomach. One part of her wanted to go on as if she were Ericka's baby-sitter; cooking her food, helping her put on her jammies, getting her ready for bed. But another part of her really, really wanted to be Ericka's mommy. Just for a second, even if it wasn't true.

“Mamaw-hungwy!” Ericka tried to make a meaningful sentence out the sounds coming from her mouth but found she was practically unable. She couldn't quite remember what a sentence was anyway. Something to do with words?  Her shirt had lengthened and was starting to merge with her pants. Julie's thick nipples centered in her vision; began to dominate her universe

“Aww,” Julie cooed. Ericka looked so adorable there that she couldn't help but hold her even closer. The little toddler was almost a part of her now. She noticed that the snap on Ericka's onesie had come undone, and she hastily buttoned it back up

“ba-ma-ma-brrrr!” Ericka felt herself losing control of her tongue and lips but found that she could still make interesting noises by manipulating her mouth a certain way. The noises clearly weren't getting the message across though, and Ericka desperately searched her shrinking brain for a way to communicate her hunger. She tried to pull herself up towards the food that she somehow knew was in that juicy, sagging breast, but her limbs weren't cooperating either. They just kept waving around helplessly.

Ericka's consciousness narrowed even further as she became aware of one thing and only one way of obtaining it. “Baaah, aaaaah,” she yelled, her voice becoming more nasal and higher. All she knew was that her tummy still wasn't full, so she tried again. “waaaaaah, waaaaah”

Mothering instincts began to take control of Julie's body as she heard Ericka's crying become more infantile with each passing second. The baby's cries were causing her milk to drip faster and faster from both of her nipples, soon becoming a full stream. There was a part of her that still didn't know what to do with the wailing baby in her lap. She just wanted it to shut up. But there was a deeper, more intuitive part of her of her that knew exactly what Ericka needed: milk. Her milk.

Ericka's instincts were taking over as well as her cries became more automatic, almost mechanical. She felt herself being lifted up higher, and something entered her mouth. Her primitive sucking reflex kicked in almost instantly as the thick teat touched the roof of her mouth. She ceased crying, and began to suckle contentedly.

Julie felt her bond with the nursing baby growing rapidly as thick, warm milk flowed from deep inside her breast, out her dark nipples, and directly into Ericka's hungry body. They were one unbroken chain, and Julie began to accept that she was Ericka's mother and that it was her job to care for the helpless baby that was so ravenously sucking at her breast. It was a wonderful, beautiful, magical feeling, interrupted only by the cutesy voices of the ponies prancing across the TV. “She'll probably love this show in a few years,” Julie thought, wondering why the show was on in the first place.

When the baby seemed completely full of creamy milk, Julie gently laid the sleeping infant on the couch and walked over to the TV, her breasts still lightly dripping. As she put the DVD back its case, she found herself staring at the title.

“Friendship really is magic,” she thought sleepily.
This was inspired by the style of the absolutely fantastic :iconbobbypan: as well as an awesome story by Fenris49. If you like this story, be sure read his as well:…

I mainly wrote this so that I could use it as a reference for a commissioned sequence later down the road. So please comment if you know of any artists that might be interested in drawing it!
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Sarah-Danielle-E Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Very well written. :)
Agemagic Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2013
Great story! I love female AP and age swap stories.  One question:

How old were the two girls at the beginning and how old did Julie end up aging to? Seemed by your descriptions that she aged to her early to mid 30s? Thanks
Blankage Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2013
I was thinking they started around 14. Julie ends up early to mid 20s. I meant her weight gain to be caused more by her recent pregnancy than aging
garciarael Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2013
I'd like to see a classic AP story!
impact67 Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2013
Loved this story. Your descriptions are great! I wish you'd write more ar /ap stories!
Blankage Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2013
Thank you impact! I actually thought about messaging you, but I thought you might have packed up and moved on because of the empty gallery :(
Glad you're still around though! There will be more AR in the future. Also maybe art to go with this sometime in 2014.
Chaoslady97 Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2013  Student Artist
I want to be a baby again
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