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Edits - Ch 4.3.4
🕑 Added 2023-06-22 20:23:08 +0000 UTCChapter 4.3.4 - He turns Mr. Jacobson into a toddler.
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Tim decided that he wanted to find out how young he could reasonably make Mr. Jacobson. He could go all the way and regress the teacher into an actual baby, but Tim worried about what unexpected alterations to reality the app might make in order to explain why there was a baby crawling around in the classroom. It would probably be best to leave the teacher old enough to walk, at least.
Tim erased the 45 for age in the caption and replaced it with a 2.
When Tim saved the change, a new text box appeared that asked him “Do you wish to automatically revise the rest of the caption to better match the subject’s new age?” There was a “Yes” and a “No” button beneath the question. Tim pressed “Yes.”
A new popup appeared with a loading bar filling up as it started “Initializing changes.”
Tim watched Mr. Jacobson closely, looking for the first signs of the change. It took a few seconds before the teacher began to look subtly younger. His scattered gray hairs darkened to match the rest of his brown hair. The lines on his face faded away, smoothing out his skin. Looking fresh-faced and energetic, his lecture became more passionate. As a consequence of his revitalization, the students who had been paying little attention to him started to notice that something out of the ordinary was happening. Their teacher seemed less like a veteran educator and more like a man just out of college. Then, he looked like he belonged in college.
Through all of the changes, Mr. Jacobson had not noticed anything different. That only lasted until he descended through his teen years and hit puberty going the wrong way. Becoming a pimple-faced boy, his voice cracked up awkwardly and his clothes hung loosely from his dwindling frame. He cleared his throat, tightened his belt, and tried to continue his lecture. Hearing him sounding like a croaky boy, the students started whispering and giggling. Again, he tried coughing his voice back to normal, but he no longer had an Adam’s apple to clear.
“Children,” he said, “grow up and pay attention.” His voice grew even squeakier as he spoke, and his attention turned from his students to his own dwindling body.
Mr. Jacobson looked down at himself just in time to see his pants slip from his hips and drop to the floor. A sudden reverse growth spurt indicated that his body was heading the same direction.
He shrieked and cried, “Oh, God! Help me, somebody!”
Students were standing up now, craning around each other to see their shrinking teacher as he fell below four feet tall. Most of the students had a phone in hand, documenting the impossible spectacle of a grown man regressing into a preschooler.
Tears filled the boy’s eyes as his clothes hung loosely enough to appear like sheets draped over him, his hands disappearing up his sleeves. His features rounded out, his skin getting smoother, looking more babyish with every second that passed, big ears, cowlick, red cheeks, button nose dripping snot… All the while, mass melted away from his flesh.
Tim waited anxiously to see the regression stop, worried that his teacher might disappear altogether. He could see the same fear in the teary eyes of Mr. Jacobson. Just when he gave in to despair and began wailing like a baby, the teacher’s regression stopped, leaving him in the body of a terribly terrified toddler, wearing a man’s shirt like a tent.
His clothes shrank. The dress shirt reshaped into a cartoon print t-shirt. His underwear clung tight to his nearly flat crotch and butt before swelling up into pull-up diapers with matching cartoon characters on them. Then, his pants crawled up over his shoulders, forming into green overalls. Finally, his shoes shrank into stubby white toddler sneakers.
“Hewp me!” he cried between sobs. “Pwease!”
That familiar high whine started up from Tim’s phone, growing more piercingly loud until a burst of blinding light lit the room.
After that, the only sound to be heard was a toddler sobbing.
“It’s okay, little guy,” said some girl in the front of the room, as she stood up to comfort the child. “Are you alright? Are you lost?”
The toddler who had been their teacher looked up at the teen girl nervously and nodded.
“What’s your name?” the girl asked, crouching down to his level.
“A-Adam,” he said and then stuck his thumb in his mouth and began sucking it to soothe himself.
“Where’s your mommy or daddy?” she asked. “How did you get here?”
The boy kept sucking, not pausing a moment to respond.
“Where’s the teacher?” someone asked.
Tim’s phone buzzed, and he checked it. A notification had appeared: “Would you like to select a subject to be the new teacher for the class?” He pressed the notification and saw that all of the pictures he had taken for the app were available in a gallery, including his photo of Danielle, his picture of little Adam, and his selfie with the whole class.
He could pick any of them to be the new teacher.
Who would he choose?
He turns himself into the teacher.
He turns Danielle into the teacher.
He turns a girl in the class into the teacher.
He turns a boy in the class into the teacher.
