From Classroom to Nursery

Complete Story

(Male Age Regression) 

"Oh Millie you really did it now!" Mary exclaimed between coughs. A deep fog covered the classroom, making it difficult to see or even breath . "Nice going Adelman!" Brittany called out. "Leave it to the half witch to mess even potions class up." 

"'I'm sorry!" Millie replied frantically. "I think I put in the wrong mixture!" As the fog began to disperse the young witches began to regain their vision and scan the room. 

"That's weird...." another girl stated. "Where did all the boys go?" The other girls glanced around as well but found no sign of their male classmates, until... "Oh no. Not good, not good Millie!" Millie hurried around the table to see what Mary had found, and as she turned the corner her jaw dropped. On the floor, looking up at her was three wide eyed baby boys. 

One of the babies seemed to recover from his shock and call out to the girls. "Agaba da ba goo!" Realizing he couldn't talk his new infantile instincts began to take hold of him and his bottom lip quivered as his eyes began to tear up. Mary quickly scooped the boy up and began to rock him in her arms, which seemed to calm him down. 

All around the room the teenage girls began to find and gather the baby boys that had moments earlier been their classmates. "What about Mr. Ashburner?" Asked another young witch. "Oh, he's here." Brittany replied with a develish grin, scooping him up from behimd his lab table and holding him up for the girls to see. As she held him up his loose adult clothing finally lost grip and fell to the floor, giving the class a full view of his new baby sized equipment. A few girls looked away in embarassment while others giggled as Brittany continued to hold up the baby boy with a grin stained on her face. It was too much for the former teacher to bear and much to her delight, he brgan to wail in his tormetors arms. 

"I take it back Adelman, for once you actually did a good job." Brittany laughed. Millies face went beat red. "It was an accident!" The girls lined the boys up on a lab table, some swaddled in their clothing while others fell free from their clothes and were lay out bare, trying their best to cover their modesty with their hands. "Well what do we do now?" Mary asked. "I know, let's go get Mrs. Davenport, she'll know what to do." Millie replied. 

Mrs. Davenport followed Millie into the classroom. "Alright, and what is so troublesome that you needed me right this moment?" The middle aged woman asked. "Well...you see..." Millie began but after a quick look at the room the woman understood. "Oh dear.... and where is Mr. Ashburner?" She asked. Brittany held up the baby boy. "Here he is Mrs. Davenport." She said sweetly. "Oh dear oh dear." Mrs Davenport repeated, taking the baby boy from her hands. Pulling a hankerchief from her pocket, she covered the infants privates to spare him some embarassment. 

"Young lady do you have any idea what you've done?" Mrs Davenport asked Millie, scolding her as she did. "It was an accident, honest!" Taking the woman over to her potions pot she held up some of the mixture she used. "I just poured this in like the recipie said to do ." Examining it the teacher furrowed her brow. "Young lady this is Dragonsthorn not Dragonshorn." She replied, palming her face. Millie went pale at her mistake. "The potion mixture you put in causes regression, and because the other ingredients you had in there were unstable, it appears to have caused a misting effect, reversing the age of the class." 

"But Mrs.Davenport, we all inhaled the gas too, why did it only effect the boys?" Mary asked. "Ah good question Ms. Hendrix. This particular mixture only effects the Y chromsome as opposed to the XX chromosome. So only a male would be affected. As the girls listened Brittany began to feel something warm and wet splash on her. Looking down she saw the baby boy on the the table infront of her peeing on the front of her shirt, looking mortified as he did. Brittany jumped back with her face twisted in disgust. "Ewwww gross!" She screamed while the other girls laughed. 

Mrs Davenport cleared her throat. "It appears that even though they still posses their normal  mind they are still as helpless as any other infant. I will go to the home economics room and grab some diapers first and the we will discuss what to do." 

When she returned, Mrs Davenport took out the diapers, and using Mr Ashburner as an example she showed the girls how to correctly diaper the boys. A few wailed, some hid their faces, while others kicked in a struggle but all were no match for the strength of the older girls. Once the boys were diapered the teacher once again gathered the attention of her students for further instruction. 

"Alright girls, I will be looking on how to fix the situation. In the mean time I will require all of you to take care of the boys. So everyone pick a baby, and he will be your responsibility until I find out how to change them back. Use the supplies in the home economics classroom and I will provide some baby formula later on. As for now I will be taking Mr Ashburner here home to his wife to be taken care of. Class dismissed. 

After Mrs Davenport left, the girls began to pick the babies they would be taking care,  but first they had to figure out who was who. Using magic, a map displayed who was all in the room and showed them by name where they were located. Brittany saw a particular name and smirked. Walking up to a  baby boy she leaned over him mockingly. "Hey Jake. Aren't you the cutest little thing? You were such a big stud before, teasing all the girls and flipping skirts. But now look at you...you're nothing but a little baby now." 

The baby boy looked to be on the verge of crying. Sensing his distress the girl looked to humilate him even further. Pulling at the front of his diaper she peaked inside and let out a bellowing laugh. "Awww what a cute little nub! So tiny and precious! Don't worry little Jakey, I'll take care of you." The baby boy went completely red before bursting into tears. 

After glancing at the map Millie found the name she had been looking for and made her way over to the infant. It was Thomas, the boy she had a crush on. The baby looked up at her bashefully with a reddish tint to his cheeks. "I'm sorry Tom...this is all my fault. But I can make it up to you, I promise. So would it be okay if I took care of you?" The boy looked at her a moment before giving her a little nod. After the girls had picked out who they would take care of they all made their way to the home economics room to pick out some much needed supplies. 

The next day the girls all met back up in their classroom. Without a teacher they were told to use this time as a study hall and to take care of the babies. All the girls showed off their baby boys wearing the outfits they had picked out for them. Some wore onsies and others had on overalls, a few were even dressed in a bonnett. And then there was Brittany, holding up baby Jake for all to see. The poor boy was put in a small pink dress, short enough for his diaper to stick out with small bows and ribbons clipped into his hair. He was sucking hard on a pacifier trying to stop himself crying, but it looked like he already had with his puffy red cheeks and eyes. The girls laughed as they passed him around, gushing about how cute he was. 

The rest of the day the girls continued to take care of the infants, changing their diapers, feeding them bottles, rocking them to sleep, and cooing at them over their cutness. Some of the boys had given up and accepted their new role while others fought every step of the way, crying with all their might. "Ohh hold on girls, little Johnny has a stinky diaper." One of the girls said. As she got up a few more girls got up with her, offering their help as they gathered around to change the baby. 

Brittany cradled baby Jake and gathered her friends over. "So last night, I was doing some research and  I found a way to make a potion that will make me lactate." She announced with a grin. Her friends gasped and Jake's eyes went wide. "No way! You're not actually going to drink it are you?" One of her friends asked. "Actually...I already did." Brittany admitted. "And I think its Jakey's dinner time." Brittany took her hand and reached down into her top. "Brittany! What are you doing? You're doing it in here?" Her friend whispered, a bit louder than she intended from the surprise. "Why not?" Brittany asked. "We're all girls after all...well except the babies of course." She giggled. "Yeah but..." her friend protested but Brittany ignored her, pulling out her boob for all to see. 

The potion had made her areola darker and her nipple much thicker. Other girls began to gather around as well, shocked that Brittany would be so crude. The girls felt bad for watching what was about to happen but the curiosity of it compelled them to look on. Jake used his tiny hands to try to push it away but Brittany simply brushed them aside as she held her nipple up to his mouth. He tried to pull his face away but as he did the scent of her milk seemed to put him in a trance. Taking this oppurtunity Brittany put her nipple up to his lips, causing  his infantile instincts to kick in and he latched on. "Hey, it tickles!" Brittany laughed, but when Jake began to suck more greedily her face began to soften as she looked down at the baby boy nursing from her teet. She let out a long sigh as she stiffled a moan. Jake was beyond embarrassed but the milk tasted so incredible that he couldn't stop himself from suckling for more. The pair sat there for a while as their classmates looked on, eventually the boys eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep. The girls "Awwwwed" in unison as the baby boy, who was dressed as a girl, slept in her arms with his thumb hanging from his mouth. 

A week had passed, and during this time the girls seemed to have become much more motherly. Even Brittany seemed to be acting more the part as she cared Jake. As for the boys, they had become much more behaved, learning to cry when they needed something like food or a diaper change, instead of out of frustration. It was on the morning of the eighth day when Mrs. Davenport onxe again gathered the class. 

"Alright girls, I have found a potion that will bring them back to their proper age. I need you all to undress them and leave them on the table and I will change them back one by one and allow them to dress. Now off you go!" A little disheartened the girls did as they were told and began to file out of the classroom. A few of them gave the their baby a smothering of  kisses as a way of saying goodbye before heading out. 

As the girls stood outside the classroom they watched as every few minutes a boy would come out of the room, usually avoiding eye contact as he rushed by, which somewhat hurt some of the girls that had taken care of them. Eventually Millie saw Thomas exit the classroom, blushing heavily when he met her eyes. 

Awkwardly, the boy walked over to where Millie and Mary were standing. "Hey...." he said scratching the back of his head as he looked down at his feet. "Oh....hi Tom..." Millie replied just as awkwardly. "Tom I'm really sorry about all this...I didn't mean for any of it to happen. I know how embarassing it must have been for you all."  The boy looked up and met her eyes once more. "It's okay...it really was embarassing....but you know, it wasn't so bad, you were a good babysitter." Tom said with a grin, causing Millie's face to light up as well. "I guess alls well that ends well." Mary remarked. "But you know, I can't help but think we're forgetting something." 

Mrs. Ashburner sat in her living room with her friends, laughing as they sipped at their wine glasses, clearly having a good time. Laying in the middle of the living room floor was the baby that was Mr. Ashburner, naked as the day he was born. His six year old daughter baby talked to him as she clumsily attempted to change his diaper. "Isn't he just the cutest thing!" Said one of Mrs Ashburners friends. "I could just eat him up! How long is he going to be like this anyway?" She asked. Mrs. Ashburner looked down at her husband with a smile before taking another sip of her wine. "I'm not sure." She replied. "But you know...I'm not in too much of a hurry for him to change back." The group of woman all laughed, and overcome with emotion Mr. Ashburner began to cry out as his daughter tried to comfort him. 

The End.