Mikey returned to the kitchen with Biff in his arms. The pairing were now beginning to look quite plausible as mother and daughter. Mikey looked by be in his early twenties by now, and his body was quickly developing the tell tale curves of womanhood. Biff, meanwhile, had shrunk to a fraction of his former size, developing long red hair and eyes to match Mikey's. He had already lost half his age, and was continuing to regress further into childhood.
Tyler looked to be around the same age as Mikey, with his breasts now pushing the edge of DDs and still swelling. The rest of his body was growing full figured to match, while his thick black hair was growing into a frizzy tangle around his head. He smiled as he watched parent and child into the room. "I see he's doing just fine," he commented, in a voice of a mature woman.
"Yes, that he is," Mikey agreed, bouncing Biff on his hip.
"How old will he be?"
"He'll be three next February," Mikey said, before looking down at Biff. "Isn't that right, princess? Yes you will."
"Alright, well I need to make a call before I forget, if you'll excuse me a second," Tyler admitted.
"Oh, that's not problem. You need to use my phone?"
"No, I got my cell here," Tyler explained, pulling a cell from his capris.
Shortly after Tyler exited the room, a knock came to Mikey's front door. Still carrying Biff, he walked over and opened the door, to find...
