Buffy the Vampire Slayer: the Bottled Water of Youth

Chapter 1
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: the Bottled Water of Youth

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Chapter Description: When Buffy pushes her mom too far, Joyce unleashes magic that brings her daughter, and all of Sunnyvale to it's hands and knees.

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Warning: Tonight’s episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer contains scenes centering around the embarrassment that comes with age regression, and may not be appropriate for our more kind hearted viewers.

It was an average day in Sunnydale California. Average, anyway, for a town built on top of the mouth of hell. Demons, vampires, and every other supernatural creature you could pull out of your hat were all helplessly drawn to this place, and trouble usually came with them. With such a wide variety of freaks and oddities constantly on display for the townsfolk, people paid little attention to the three foot tall old man and his unusually large and brutish companion standing in the middle of the local supermarket.

’Be careful with that you ignorant oaf!’ Bernard the gnome cried up to Bonk, his pet ogre. ’And hurry it up. The day has already begun to pass us by!’

Bonk gave his usual grunt as he continued unloading the bottles from their crates and stacking them delicately onto the display table. He didn’t know what all the fuss was about, there hadn’t been any customers anyway, and Bonk had only broken sixteen items from their precious cargo. A personal best for him. Besides, all Bonk really wanted to do was go find some bananas to eat.

It was somewhere around the time he had been carefully mopping up the contents of the tenth shattered bottle that Bernard had decided that not all technology was quite so bad. Plastic was definitely a new wonder of the world worth looking into.

Yes, Bernard thought to himself, plastic and twinkies were definitely the only good things to come out of this century. As he watched his ogre finally finish with the bottles and slowly secure the ’Bottled Water: Free Samples’ sign upside-down above their booth he was left to wonder if this plan of his was really worth all this trouble. He would certainly rather be home in his hole smoking his pipe...but then, if he didn’t do something soon, he might not even have a cozy little hole to go home to.

The problem, as he saw it, was the latest generation of teenagers. So selfish, so disrespectful. A gnome could hardly find a moments peace with those little monsters running around. Probably wasn’t entirely their fault though. If their parents hadn’t spoiled them rotten then they might have turned out better. It was bad times indeed, and he was sure the adults now knew how much trouble their bad parenting had caused. But of course they couldn’t do anything about that now, so it was up to him to make things better. He would give them all a second chance, and even if they did manage to blunder it once again, a little extra time in diapers should do well to add some humility to those condescending faces. Bernard smiled at the picture in his mind. With only an ogre and a truck full of magic water he would turn the youth of today into the youth of tomorrow.

Eventually the little gnome’s thoughts were interrupted as his beady eyes caught sight of his first potential customer. It was still very early in the morning, too early in fact for most shoppers, but this woman was already hurrying through the aisles hoping to get her errands done in time to cook her daughter breakfast and then rush off to work. Further details of her life were brought to Bernard’s attention courtesy of gnome magic, and the image of the rebellious teen still asleep in her bed brought a smile to his old face. This would make for a perfect beginning!

His villainous laughter was cut short, however, by the large figure standing dumbly beside him. ’Shoo Bonk, shoo shoo!’ The gnome waved his hands in the air dismissively. ’You’ll scare her away. Shoo, shoo! Go off and do...whatever it is you do.’

’You want Bonk to go?’ The confused question came.

’Yes you idiot! Go, go!’

Bonk needed no further explanation, and with several loud thuds he vanished deep into the jungle of the supermarket only moments before the woman caught sight of the booth.

’Well hello madam! How are we feeling on this fine morning?’ Bernard beamed at her approach.

’Fine.’ She answered tiredly, tilting her head to read the upside-down lettering. Yes, she had been right...the sign did say ’Free.’

’I see my clever advertising has caught your attention, and so now you must listen to the sales pitch! You are a single mother, yes?’

Prying her eyes away from the sign in surprise, she looked down and asked ’Yes. How did you know that?’

’I think you will find that I know many things my dear. Including how to solve all your problems!’

Joyce Summers lifted an eyebrow. She was definitely interested in hearing this...even if it did turn out to be just another new type of floor wax.

In the distance crashes and screams were heard as Bonk tried to eat a fellow advertiser wearing a chicken suit.

* * *

Buffy’s behavior had gone further and further down hill ever since the divorce. Getting kicked out of her first high school had forced Joyce to pack them up and move them to Sunnydale in order to ensure a continued decent education. She had hoped that the move to such a small town would calm her daughter down, but now it seemed they were right back to where they had started...no actually it was worse.

Joyce remembered the scene vividly. That moment of shouting and screaming where she had finally discovered that Buffy was some sort of ’chosen one.’ A vampire slayer, something right out of a comic book! She tried to put a stop to it right then and there. Her daughter may be great at fighting ghouls and ghosts or whatever, but she had not yet faced the terrible wrath of a truly angry mother!

Much to Joyce’s dismay, her word was not as powerful as she had thought. She had laid down the law. No more fighting demons. But it barely caused Buffy to pause long enough to say ’You can’t stop me.’ on her way out the door.

That had done it! She was still bigger than her daughter, and it was time she rediscovered who was boss in this house. Grabbing her by the arm, Joyce had started to say ’Oh yes I can!’ as she pulled Buffy back, but she never made it through the entire sentence. It was at this point that Joyce received her first taste of her daughter’s super hero class strength as she was flung away as easily as a rag doll.

With nearly every parenting tool she knew of defeated, Joyce turned to her last line of defense. ’If you walk out that door, don’t you bother coming back.’ She hadn’t meant it of course. Buffy had to of known she hadn’t meant it. But nevertheless, she had disappeared without a trace for three months. Buffy’s friends had told her that there had been other reasons for her leaving, but Joyce didn’t believe them. She knew that Buffy had done it to punish her, and so far it had worked.

Upon Buffy’s return Joyce had been forced to accept this whole Slayer business for fear of having to face another vanishing act. She had smiled as best she could while trying to get back into their old routines, trying to create some sort of illusion of control over her daughter. But in reality she was powerless, they both knew it, and it was driving her crazy.

Well, she had been powerless anyway, but thanks to that wonderful little man at the supermarket it seemed she would finally be able to get things under control. Buffy wouldn’t like it of course, but then she didn’t have to like it anymore did she? ’We’ll see how tough she is when she’s wetting her pants again!’ Joyce said smiling as she absently pushed sausage links around in their pan.

’What did you say mom?’ The slim seventeen year old girl asked as she came walking into the kitchen. Already dressed for school, she wore a skin-tight black miniskirt that was far too short in Joyce’s opinion, and an equally revealing top.

’Oh nothing, just talking to myself.’ Joyce replied, trying to look busy with the sausage while she eagerly monitored her daughter’s activities.

’Not a good sign. You should probably go in and get that checked.’ Buffy joked as she peered into the fridge, spotting a rather elaborate bottle staring back at her. ’New brand of water?’

’Yes. The other stuff was starting to taste chalky to me, so I thought I would try something new. It is suppose to be the best on the market.’ Her mother replied, trying and failing to contain the nervous excitement that was growing in her voice.

’Cool.’ Buffy didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, having stopped paying much attention to her mom long ago. Sitting down at the table she pulled the cork out, thinking the company was taking this whole ’classical fantasy’ look a little bit too far. In the end it was just water, right?

’You know Buffy,’ Joyce began with the familiar words and tone that always meant she was about to suggest an idea Buffy would hate. ’I was thinking about that girl Faith you brought over for dinner a few weeks ago. She is a Slayer too right? Now I know we’ve talked about this before, but I really think it would be better if you resigned, and just let her take over...’

Not this again, Buffy thought with a silent sigh. After taking a swig of the cool liquid she looked more closely at the label. ’Fountain of Youth.’ Large bold letters proclaimed, while underneath it read: ’Water as Pure as Childhood.’

’Hm.’ Buffy said thoughtfully after taking another gulp. ’Good water, cheesy slogan.’ She announced, holding the bottle up for her Mom to see, hoping to steer her away from that potentially nasty topic of conversation.

As usual her humor was wasted on Joyce whose face showed nothing but a complete lack of understanding before she finally gave up and continued on with her original thought. ’I just think it would be better for everyone if-’

’Look mom.’ Buffy cut her off, best to end this as quickly as possible. ’I didn’t just wake up one day and decide it would be something neat to do, I was destined to be the Slayer. It’s a birthright, and not something you can just quit because your mommy tells you to.’ She paused, clearing her throat, wondering what her mother was grinning at. ’So you might as well get use to it because there is nothing you or anybody else can do-’ She paused again, this time in mid-sentence. What was wrong with her voice? It had been cracking, and now it sounded...higher? ’There is nothing you can-’ She repeated. Yes, it was definitely much higher now!

Joyce watched with pure delight as Buffy’s clothes seemed to slowly expand. Her sexy features gave way to the childhood innocence of the ad she had been poking fun at. Her breasts, which she seemed so eager to show off, began to collapse, eventually receding completely into her shrinking chest. ’What’s happening to me?!’ A seven year old voice squealed, but it didn’t stop there. She continued to regress, her limbs becoming short and awkward, her face taking on the cuteness of a toddler. Two years old, Joyce guessed with satisfaction, maybe a month or two younger.

The little girl kicked and squirmed, drowning under a mountain of clothing. ’I was wrong about that skirt Buffy.’ Joyce finally commented. ’It definitely isn’t too short for you now.’

’Y-you made me a wittle baby?’ Buffy asked in the voice of the child she now was.

’Now I don’t want you to be mad Buffy. Really, this is for the best.’ Joyce replied as she began placing several bags she had been hiding under the sink onto the counter.

Buffy wanted to say something that would get her out of this mess, something brilliant, something that would make her mommy realize how wrong this was. She tried to form the words in her head but she couldn’t quite grasp them. It was even harder, she soon found, to try and spit them out. She sputtered out a few garbled syllables before becoming frustrated and simply shouting out ’You’re mean mommy!’

’Now lets not have anymore of that sour tone little missy, or you are going to have one sore behind!’ Joyce threatened as she produced a disposable diaper and a pink bottle from one of the bags.

Buffy stared at the diaper in horror as she guessed her mommy’s intentions. No..no, stop calling her that. Call her the name you used as a big girl. What was it? But no matter how hard she tried it wouldn’t come to her. She looked at the pink bottle wondering what it contained, but everything on the label, except the picture of the baby, was complete nonsense. Oh no! She gasped, realizing with horror that she no longer knew how to read.

Well she may have been turned into an illiterate baby, but there was no way she was going to wear that thing! She expressed this feeling in the best way she could by banging her tiny fists on the chair, pointing at the diaper, and shouting ’No!’ Another bang with her fist and again ’No! Me don’t need a dia-per!’

In one of life’s little ironies Buffy suddenly felt a growing warmth underneath her, just as the words had left her mouth. She tried desperately to keep her backside from getting any wetter, but she just couldn’t figure out how to do it. A moment later a smell hit her young nose, and Buffy flooded with the embarrassment one feels when they soil their own outfit.

Noticing the stench herself Joyce set the items down on the table, folded her arms, and glared down at the toddler. ’Well do you have anymore smart remarks now little missy?’

She wanted to! She wanted to be brave like she use to be when she fought the bad monsters. She wanted to say something witty and then just ride this storm out until her Watcher, Mr. Giles found out about it and fixed things. But all her clever phrases had been washed away, and all that remained were stupid baby words. The world was so big now, and so confusing. Even the simplest task seemed so beyond her now, and her bum was wet and sticky and just felt yucky, and she was cold, and she just wanted...she just wanted her mommy! And with that, Buffy began to cry.

* * *

It was so humiliating! There she was laying on the kitchen table completely naked, her legs high in the air, with her mommy wiping her messy bottom telling her what a bad little girl she had been. She felt so exposed! Especially in her new helpless, underdeveloped body. She just couldn’t stand it anymore! Ooo...but that white powder her mommy was now putting on her from the pink bottle did feel pretty good. Don’t say that! What was she thinking?!

Joyce smiled as she secured the diaper onto her little angel. Yes, she definitely liked her much better this way. And fortunately, she had enough of the magic water left to keep her this age for a very long time...or even make her younger. Hmm...that might be a good idea for later, she thought as she pulled a frilly pink dress over Buffy’s head. ’Well, what do you think?’ She asked, holding up a mirror for her daughter.

It was tacky, lame, something she wouldn’t be caught dead in. But it did kind of make her look like a fairy princess, she began thinking as she stared at all the ribbons and ruffles. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure, and soon she was gushing ’It’s the pwettiest thing in the whole wide world mommy!’

’Yes it is darling.’ Joyce grinned, obviously very pleased. It had been a long time since her and her daughter had agreed on the quality of an outfit. ’Now lets get you into some play clothes, and Mommy will put a video on for you.’

’No.’ Buffy stated firmly. Suddenly very distressed at the notion of having to take her fairy costume off.

’Yes honey, this dress is only for when we have company or we go out. Otherwise you will get it all dirty.’ Joyce calmly explained.

’No!’ Buffy repeated, this time shouting, and when her Mommy reached for the dress she hit her.

’So you still think you can push Mommy around?’ Joyce asked, all the pent up rage from the previous months finally coming out. ’We’ll see about that.’ Without another word she lifted the now screaming child up off the table and bent her over her knee. To her credit, Buffy kicked and fought as good as any frightened kid ever had, but in the end it was to no avail.

The pink dress was lifted up, the fresh diaper ripped off, and the bare bottom exposed. It only took a few smacks before the squirming Slayer was reduced to tears, shouting over and over again ’I’ll be a good girl mommy! I’ll be a good girl mommy!’

* * *

A few hours later the young Slayer found herself plopped down in front of the TV in her play clothes watching a Barney video. She hated this guy! She knew she hated this guy...but for some reason she couldn’t stop giggling at all his funny jokes and singing alone with all the fun songs. After rewinding and watching the show about five times she felt the now all too familiar warmth spreading through her diaper. Just before she started to cry a voice deep down inside her screamed out ’Giles, please hurry!’

’Hey Cordelia, wait up!’

This was certainly something new, Cordelia thought as she watched Steve, one of the members of the football team, run towards her. Recent events had transformed the once popular prom queen into the school hermit, and hearing her name from another person’s mouth was beginning to seem odd.

’Hey babe! How’s it going?’ The panting jock questioned as he finally managed to reach her side.

’What do you want Steve? Searching for someone to give your autograph to?’ She really shouldn’t be so curt with the only person who seemed willing to speak with her. But her grumpiness was at a high point this morning, and the cause of such ill feelings was no where to be seen. If she didn’t take it out on someone she was going to explode, she just knew it! Besides, Steve was more of a bench-warmer than anything else. Someone she wouldn’t have been caught dead with during her glory days.

’Ya, whatever. Look, I was wonderin’ if maybe you wanted to go to the dance or somethin’?’

’With you? Are you kidding?’

’Well, I uh...just thought...’

’You just thought what? That my new solitary existence might have rendered me desperate enough to go out with the likes of you?’

’Look... I was just trying to be nice...’

’Why don’t you go ’be nice’ to someone a little more in your class.’

By this time a few snickers were heard throughout the hallway, and Steve quickly made his exist. But his escape came too late, and Cordelia knew it. Enough ears had been nearby to plant the seeds of rumors. Steve had been walking a fine line between jock and wanna-be, and being turned down by a ’nobody’ like Cordelia had just sealed his fate. He would be lucky if he was able to get a date with someone from the math club now.

With that thought she smiled. It was a great start to the day, the pain and humiliation Xander had caused her was forced into the back of her mind...at least for a little while. She couldn’t imagine it getting any better.

* * *

’I can’t, I’m already late as it is!’ He grunted, taking a gulp of the bottled water they had been passing out by the supermarket.

’Come on... Just one more time stud.’ Faith smiled coyly from the bed. The covers hid most of her nude form, but gave just enough of a hint of what lay beneath to drive any man wild.

Xander, who had been struggling with his pants, took one look at the expertly designed snare and quickly moved to undo the work he had begun. ’Well if it is only once...or uh, twice more...’ He said, tossing his jeans and boxers aside before leaping onto the bed.

With all the extra work that came with being a Slayer in Sunnydale, Faith rarely found time to hook up with her normal selection of guys. But Xander had proved to be a worthy distraction...and with such little experience under his belt, he was still very eager to please.

After doing his best Superman pose, Xander set back into work. He was thrusting in and out of her, his hands rubbing and squeezing various parts. Faith was great, he thought to himself. All she wanted was to have some fun, none of this big commitment crap that had caused him and Cordelia so much pain. After all, they were all still just kids right? Why become so serious so soon? It was insane. Ya...fun, Faith had the right idea.

Suddenly a tingle shot through his entire body. Mistaking it for pleasure, Xander continued onwards...not realizing he had just slipped back a year. From 17 to 16. A few more moments of lustful motion brought another tingle, and another. The 14 year old, so consumed with desire didn’t seem to notice. Faith did.

’What, is my boy going soft on me?’ She thought to herself, feeling quite less filled up than before. She decided to just keep her eyes closed and pretend she was enjoying it. Maybe he just needed a burst of confidence.

The sight was almost comical. A 17 year old...almost 18. On the verge of womanhood, and already fully developed, moaning and screaming with apparent passion as a 13 year old boy frantically pumped away on top of her.

’OH GOD! YES, YES! YOU ARE THE KING XANDER! YOU MAKE ME SO HOT!’

The 12 year old was now fighting to maintain a decent erection. He was now fully aware that something was wrong, but the confusion of the situation kept him blind for a few moments longer.

Now she couldn’t feel anything at all. Damn, she must have worn him out more than she originally thought. ’Now I know you have to have more than that stud.’ She moaned erotically, just before opening her eyes.

A naked 10 year old stared back at her with a panic stricken expression. Their gazes locked for a few very long seconds, and then, as if some silent agreement had been reached, both looked down.

It was hairless, underdeveloped, and very, very small.

Faith burst out laughing, and then an instant later realized her folly and tried to contain herself. She was not very successful. ’I’m sorry,’ She would begin before another snicker would escape or a smile would crack and lead to a series of giggles. ’No, really I am. It’s just-- Oh Xander... I think you’re still shrinking!’

Right she was. The few scraps of dialog had cost him another 2 years going on three. Minutes of stunned silence passed with the melting away of age and then finally the changes seemed to stop. At 5 years old.

’Oh, its so...so adorable!’ She was still staring at his thingy.

He sat there in silence. His tiny fists clenched tightly shut. His lips pressed together, holding the air inside his lungs. He didn’t move, he knew if he did he would lose it. Just hold it together, he told himself. Whatever happened can be reversed, but your actions will be remembered for a long long time. Act like a man, and keep some dig...dig... The word dignity would no longer come to him. Many words suddenly would no longer come to him. Only her laughter, her mean laugher, would come to him. And then he began to cry. He didn’t know what came over him...but he couldn’t stop.

’Oh, I’m sorry little guy! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You shouldn’t feel bad. Look, girls can still have fun with this... Watch.’

His crying had lessened somewhat, and he found himself staring at her naked form. He had never seen anything like this had he? Wait...hadn’t they been playing together before he turned into a little boy? He wondered what kind of games people played without their clothes on. With that thought, he decided girls sure were weird.

’This little piggy went to market...’ He felt her hand grasp one of his toes. He told himself not to be dumb. That this was a kids game...but boy, it was sure fun! Within moments he was completely enthralled, his tears forgotten as she chanted the all too familiar words.

’...This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none.’ His eyes were lit with delight, he was smiling and laughing... And then it happened.

Her hand reached out, grasping his small member delicately between two fingers, she began shaking it as she cried out ’And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!’

He was sobbing again. He no longer really understood the significance of size any longer, but for some reason the embarrassment of lacking it was still there.

In between laugher she blurted out a less than sincere apology. ’Sorry, I just couldn’t resist!... No, really I am sorry.’ She repeated for the fifth time as she finished pulling her shirt on. She couldn’t look at him, already the mirth was obvious in her voice. If she looked at him she would lose control again...and she really didn’t want to hurt his feelings...it was just so God damned hilarious! With laughter straining her throat she managed to cough out ’Look, just stay here. I’ll go get Giles.’ That said, she quickly slipped out of her small apartment, slamming the door shut behind her. He could hear the hearty chuckles just outside, and in the corner of the room a half-empty bottle of water lay long forgotten.

* * *

Cordelia had decided to skip first period. The episode with Steve before school started had been a rare experience that she had decided to savour. Who needed a dull subject like History to go and ruin her new found high? Besides, it seemed like half the school was out sick today so she knew she wouldn’t be missed. Probably some big Earth shattering crisis that Buffy and her pals would be working frantically to correct. Oh well, it wasn’t her problem anymore.

Unfortunately the time alone had given her mind a chance to wander and, as always, it ended up in the same place. Xander. The little geek had ruined her life. She had it all. The most popular girl in school...guys lining up to go out with her. Then for some reason, some stupid brain dead reason, she had fallen for him. She had kept it hidden for as long as she was able, but eventually the word got out. An overnight outcast was what she became... For a while she tried to go back. She dumped Xander, and her friends accepted the whole situation as a bad case of temporary insanity. But she couldn’t stay away... She didn’t know what it was about him, but something had caused a hideous streak of individuality and she told off her entire group of friends. She would date whomever she chose, she began. She was much cooler then them because she wasn’t a sheep, she had said. Ya right. She may not be a sheep, but she sure felt as dumb as one when she walked in on Xander kissing his childhood friend Willow. Now the popular scene wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot poll, and she didn’t even have Xander or his small group of losers to hang out with.

Her teeth ground together with anger and pain. She wanted more than anything to hurt him like he had hurt her. It was her new mission in life. One which had thus far gone unfulfilled. And then suddenly, she saw it.

A little kid, not more than four or five years old was awkwardly stumbling through the halls in a set of extremely oversized clothes. Clothes that only Xander would have bad enough taste to wear.

* * *

It had taken a lot of talking to convince the bus driver that he was in fact not running away from home, and that he was just going to surprise his mom, who worked at the school, on her birthday. This statement had gotten a lot of remarks such as ’Isn’t that so precious!’ and ’What a sweet little boy!’ The rest of the ride had been spent listening to an old woman talk about her grandson Bob, who had just turned four, and how he looked so much like him.

It had been a sudden thought that had taken him from the safety and comfort of the apartment. The realization that Faith wasn’t the most reliable of people and the possibility that since she found the situation so amusing, fixing it may not be on the top of her list of things to do. So with that idea now running around his juvenile head he braved the public transportation system, which now seemed overwhelmingly large and complex, to get to the school. It had been one of the most terrifying experiences he could remember, but finally he had made it. He had all but completed the journey, and now he was wishing he had just stayed home.

The instant he spotted Cordelia walking towards him he quickly spun around and started heading in the other direction. In the rush losing his shoes, pants, and underwear. Actually with only the huge shirt covering him now he was able to move much faster than before, but that didn’t make the thin layer of cloth separating his underdeveloped parts from his ex-girlfriend feel any more comfortable.

Bare feet slapped against the hard floor as he made a clumsy attempt at a getaway. His short legs made little progress, however, before they got tangled up in his pathetic excuse for clothing and sent him toppling forward. Xander felt the cold sting of pain as he struck the ground bellow, combined with a crisp flow of air from behind, where the shirt had flipped up.

For a moment he just laid there crying while his naked bottom stared lewdly up at the figure towering over him.

’Oh my God Xander it really is you!’ The laugh that followed held both amazement and excitement. ’Didn’t anyone ever tell you its rude to point?’

Xander’s frightened mind made one last desperate attempt to get away, but the struggle was hardly even noticed by his captor. He felt large hands lift him from the ground and remove the last bit of coverage he possessed. His squirming ceased as he watched his shirt flutter to the floor, and a look of defeat formed across his juvenile face.

She didn’t know why it had happened. She didn’t care. Cordelia had witnessed so many strange things during her lifetime here that she had learned it wasn’t worth taking the time to question. Either run if its bad, or if its good take advantage of it while it lasts. Yes, this was very good advice, she thought as she held the nude child dangling high in the air of the empty hall.

For a moment or two little Xander was left facing the wrong way, wondering what the hell his newfound tormentor was doing. But when she finally did turn him around to face her he wished she hadn’t. Plastered across her face was one of the most wicked and horrifying grins he had ever seen. And then, in a fashion that reminded him of this morning, her eyes fell a little lower...

’Look Cordy, I know-’

He was cut off by her laughter. He wished girls would quit doing that, it was so mean. Xander flushed with embarrassment. He knew he had to find a way out of this before the situation declined further...but his mind was so jumbled. It was so hard to come up with even the most obvious of plans, such as pretending he didn’t know who the hell she was, or apologizing and throwing himself on her mercy. No, instead anger welled up in his little frame. In a violent show of emotion he stuck his tongue out and began kicking his pint-sized legs in her general direction.

’Still think you can hurt me ’eh Pee Wee? Well you are going to learn very quickly that physical violence is out of the question...and I don’t think Willow is going to be able to find much use for your little thingy. So I guess you’ll just have to grin and bear it, if you’ll pardon the pun.’ She smiled, quite happy with her little joke, and the other little things that were now a part of her life.

’Lemme alone you big poo poo head!’ He shouted, his legs flailing about wildly. Poo poo head? God what was he thinking? What kind of insult was poo poo head? He should have called her a booger eater. No, that didn’t sound right either... Why couldn’t he just make his mind work again?!

’Alright, I’ve heard just about enough from you!’ She fumed in response.

With a jolt he felt himself being carried over to one of the benches. He was thrown around like a rag-doll and when the world finally stopped spinning he realized he was laying across her lap.

’NO! NO! NO!’ He shouted, realizing what was coming. But his protests came too late. An instant later he felt her cold hand slap firmly against his bare backside. ’AHHH! STOP IT! STOP IT!’ Whap, whap, whap! She didn’t seem to be listening.

’I want you to apologize to me Xander. I want you to say you are sorry for being a bad little boy.’ She said as her hand continued to spank his backside which was growing redder and redder with each passing moment.

No! Don’t do it! That would be admitting defeat! She would finally win! He heard his will shout loudly within his brain. His will didn’t last very long.

’OW! OW! OKAY! I’M SOWWY! I’M SOWWY! JUST STOP OKAY?’ He blurted out between sobs.

’Tell me that you are a bad little boy. Tell me that you deserve to have your naughty bottom spanked.’ God, she was loving this!

This time there was no delay in repeating what she asked. ’I’M JUST A BAD WITTLE BOY! I D-DESERVE TO BE SPANKED! STOP STOP! WAAAAH!’

It was humiliating. Here he was laying across the lap of his ex-girlfriend completely naked while she spanked him right in the middle of the school! Worst of all, he couldn’t even stop crying like a baby. Oh please don’t let anybody else see this, he preyed. Due to the pain and terror of the situation, he didn’t even feel himself lose control until it was too late. And then, as the cruel fact made itself apparent, he couldn’t even do anything to stop it. It was all just too much for him.

Cordelia pretended not to notice the warm liquid spreading across her lap. She wanted to make sure the fear lasted long enough to get every last drop. Normally this was the kind of thing that would disgust her. But the fact that she had reduced Xander to wetting himself was one of the most glorious things she could think of. Of course she wasn’t going to let the little boy know how pleased she was.

After she was certain he had finished, she let her hand stop in mid-spank as if she had just now noticed something was wrong. ’Why you little shit!’ She said in the most angry voice she could muster, given the circumstances. ’Even now, you are still trying to hurt me aren’t you?’

’NO! NO!’ The child cried. ’I didn’t mean to! I’m sowwy! I’m sowwy!’

’So now you expect me to believe you can’t even control your own bladder? You’re not a baby are you? Little baby Xander who should be old enough not to hold his wee wee in? Maybe we should get you some diapers.’

Xander could only sob in response.

’Quit your crying! You sound more like a little girl every minute. Where’s all your witty comebacks now little Ms. Xander? Hmm?’ Her mocking words suddenly led to a memory which eventually formed into an idea. It was perfect!

Pulling him off her lap and grabbing him by the hand Cordelia dragged the crying naked little boy down the hall of the school. He was too emotionally shocked to put up much of a fight, but he did almost fall down several times trying to keep pace with her much longer legs.

Eventually they reached their destination. As Cordelia was putting in her locker combination she expected Xander to make another run for it. Too her disappointment, he remained where he was. Well...she could always give him another spanking just for the hell of it she supposed. But then looking at the clock, she thought better of it.

Rummaging through the large bag with the words ’Clothes ’N Stuff’ printed on it she soon found what she was searching for. She had stopped at the 24 hour store on her way to school to pick up a birthday present for her little cousin. Originally she had been doubtful about her selection, not really knowing what Beth was interested in. But now as she held up the little pink ballerina outfit, complete with tutu, she realized she had made the right decision.

This time when Xander looked up, he ran.

Tiny hands rubbed at a very sore backside. All the pink frilly material got in the way, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. The outfit was one or two sizes too small for him, but Cordelia didn’t seem to mind. He couldn’t believe she had dressed him like this...even put a little of her makeup on him to soften his features. He felt like such a sissy! At that moment Xander decided he hated girls.

’Now lets see you dance for me Alexandria...’ Cordelia smirked as she looked down at her creation.

’No!’ Xander shouted back.

’I said dance, and make it good, or someone is going to be very sorry!’

Frightened, he made a couple of bad attempts. Spinning, jumping, trying his best to imitate those stupid ballet people he had seen from time to time. But her laughter stopped him. He finally gave up, deciding the pain was better than the embarrassment.

Upon his denial to perform further, Cordelia’s fierce eyes shot to the clock and then back to the stubborn child. If he thought he was going to get off with just another spanking, he was certainly in for a surprise.

Grabbing him by the wrist she began dragging him down the hall once more. A turn here, a turn there, and then finally Xander saw the door he was headed for. He could no longer read the words printed on it, but he did recognize the stick figure wearing a dress! He tried to drag his feet, to get away somehow, but Cordelia’s might was too much for him.

With a shove, Cordelia flung the little boy into the girl’s locker room and then proceeded to hold the door shut. If her estimates were correct she guessed gym had probably just ended and many of the girls were already in the shower by now. The voices she heard from beyond the door soon proved her right.

’Who let the little girl in here?’

’I don’t know.’

’Hey that’s no little girl! That’s Xander!’

’Oh my God, what happened to him? And why is he dressed in that ridiculous outfit?!’

’It sure looks like a little girl to me.’

’Let’s find out! Someone grab him and pull that thing off!’

She heard him pounding on the door, a final plea for release before he was dragged off by a group of giggling girls. Smiling with complete satisfaction, Cordelia walked away from the door and back towards her locker.

* * *

’A child? Are you sure?’ Giles asked in amazement.

As if in answer, the door to the library was pushed open, revealing a nude five year old covering his crotch with his hands.

’Pretty darn sure.’ Faith replied as Willow shot up out of her chair.

’Xander, are you okay?’ The shy red-head asked with legitimate concern as she knelt by his side. Her and Giles seemed to be the only ones who didn’t find the situation at least a little amusing. Oz hid it well behind his calm mask, but Xander was able to decipher the truth. Oz was Willow’s boyfriend, and had been just as hurt by the kissing incident as Cordelia had...perhaps more so, since he seemed to really love her. There was just a brief hint in his eyes that betrayed his mocking thoughts...and Xander felt more than a little uncomfortable about him being here.

A blanket was given to him, as well as many questions about how he got to school and why he was naked. He didn’t intend to let anyone know about the incident with Cordelia if he could help it, and the story of what happened after he got stuck in the girl’s locker room was something he hoped to take to his grave. Painted into a corner, he managed to come up with his favorite childhood excuse of ’I don’t know.’ It seemed to work. All the grownups just assumed the spell had confused him and let it go. All except Willow. She had known him at this age, and was familiar with such tricks. Thankfully though, she kept it to herself, respecting his privacy.

’Well, this certainly explains all the missing students.’ Giles said after things had settled back down. ’Now the question is what do we do about it?’

Ever since entering the room Faith had felt something was wrong, and then suddenly she realized what it was. ’Hey, where’s B anyway?’

’B?’ Giles asked confused, before remembering what this specific bit of slang referred to. ’Oh um, Buffy... Her mother called and said she wasn’t feeling well-’ He stopped in mid-sentence as two dots were connected.

’Ya right. I’m thinking it may be a little worse than that.’ Faith was heading towards the door before she had even finished talking. They all knew Joyce’s feelings towards Buffy’s role as a Slayer quite well.

’Yes, you go check it out.’ Giles managed to say just as the door slammed behind her. ’The rest of you can help me with research. I think it is safe to say this one isn’t going to be easy to solve.’

Everyone was starting into their work when the bell announcing the end of first period rang causing Willow to jump up out of her seat. ’Oh I’m sorry Giles! I can’t miss this class! I’ve got a report to do, and-and-’ She stuttered, getting flustered.

’It’s okay Will.’ Oz said patting her on the back. ’I’ll cover for you, I don’t think anyone will miss me.’

* * *

The extra ingredients located in the enchanted water were not the actual source of the magic that caused age regression. That came from a powerful artifact the old gnome had recovered many years ago. But certain chemicals were needed in order to hold the spell within the water. One mixture to hold the physical regression, and one to hold the mental regression. And since each bottle had to be mixed on an individual basis, adding the needed components had proved to be a very tedious chore. So after about the 50th bottle Bernard had finally given up and put Bonk his Ogre in charge of the task. A decision that had led to some interesting results.

Luckily the process was fairly simple, and Bonk had been doing unusually fine work. He managed to break about 25% of the bottles, but the ones that survived were done correctly. So with a day of hard work behind him, Bernard had decided to run off to bed and leave his Ogre to finish the job.

Unfortunately temptation got the better of poor Bonk, and he soon found himself consuming the sweeter smelling of the two potions. Since they had not been enchanted yet, the chemicals had no effect on the Ogre besides filling his tummy. Deciding it was best not to tell Bernard about this Bonk continued with his assignment, creating several cases of potions that only half worked.

Willow grabbed one such bottle from her locker and took a big gulp, failing to notice the label in her rush. It was a nice gesture, she thought, for her mom to put that in her backpack for her. The school’s fountains always tasted funny, and it was just good to know that even though her mom didn’t always show it she was thinking about her.

30 minutes later, Willow found herself sitting in class while her history teacher went on and on about some funny thing that some people did a long time ago. Normally Willow was paying close attention and busily taking notes even though she usually already knew everything the teacher had said. But today was different. More and more of what Mrs. Snider said made less and less sense. At first Willow didn’t notice it as she was too busy enjoying the funny tingling that had been dancing around in her head.

’Alright class. Who can tell me what year the Declaration of Independence was signed?’

It was the first question of the class, and instinctively Willow’s hand shot up. As always, the teacher smiled and called upon her. She just loved to have someone as smart as Willow in her class... Someone who was so enthusiastic. And Willow loved the praise. Being the top of the class had always made up for her lack of popularity, it was one of the most important things in her life. In face, when she had heard Oz had to repeat a grade due to slacking off all year she had considered dumping him for a brief moment. Of course she didn’t, she loved Oz, and he really was smart... He just needed to pay more attention, that was all.

’Willow?’ The voice of her teacher brought her out of her thoughts. Oh gosh! She had forgotten to answer.

’Six!’ Came her excited voice in an almost childlike tone as she held up five fingers on her right hand and extended her thumb on the left.

’Yes, that’s righ-’ The teacher began out of habit before the answer even registered. Her sudden pause caused everyone to laugh. ’Uh...no. No Willow... I’m sorry, that’s incorrect.’

What was wrong with her? That was so stupid! She asked for a date not your age you big dummy! Wait, what am I talking about? I’m not six... I’m five. Huh? Stop it! You can’t be five you’re in big girl school!

The average person would be in a state of complete confusion by now. But Willow had been smart even as a kid. She put the memory of Xander as a little boy together with her current situation. And after a few moments of hoping that they could get together and play in the sandbox a little later, she also managed to compare herself to the other big kids and realize it was only her mind that was getting smaller. At this point the smart thing to do would have been to run out of class, and make a made dash for the library where Giles and everybody else was, but there was one thing that overpowered her intelligence. The fear of authority. She couldn’t just run out of class! She might get in trouble or something. So she decided to just sit there and try to wait it out. She just hoped it didn’t get any worse.

’Willow, would you like to give your report now?’ It got worse.

She stood up and slowly made her way to the front of the class, hoping to buy some time to clear her thoughts. Unfortunately, she always sat in the front row when her friends weren’t there, so she didn’t have much distance to cover.

Standing there, staring at the paper she could no longer read, she tried to come up with something to say. She couldn’t believe she couldn’t read! How old was she again? Probably at least seven or eight! And now she was the dumbest kid in the class. Quit thinking about it, you’re wasting time and everyone is looking at you! What was the last thing you learned? Maybe you can use that. Another tingle in her head, and suddenly she recalled a bit of information. Don’t go pee pee in your pants. Mommy had said that was bad.

’Willow dear, did you want to give your report?’

’Umm... I forgot it at home.’ She shuffled her feet back and forth, staring down at the carpet. She had never been good at lying.

’Isn’t that it in your hand?’ The teacher now sounded completely dumbfounded.

’Umm... No, this is a different thing. I don’t go pee pee though.’ Expecting the usual praise she got from such a statement, she was quite mortified when she received laughter instead. Suddenly she realized what she had just said to all her schoolmates. Her adult mind was able to send warning signals, which translated into utter humiliation, but it was unable to give her any advice on how to fix the situation.

Mrs. Snider stood in stunned silence, while many of the kids laughed and said mean things. She had to think, had to make the bad feeling go away! The only suggestion her mind had to offer was a technique that had worked many years ago... Another burst of laughter shocked her again, and she realized she had dropped her papers and was now standing there sucking her thumb in front of everyone. But the bad feelings that came with the laughter only caused her to suck harder and faster.

No! You’re a big girl! You’re a big girl! You’re a big gir-another tingle brought a new sensation. Her feelings were working exactly like normal. She felt the same emotions she would if she were seventeen standing in front of her peers while sucking her and having an accident. She just couldn’t do anything about it. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out how to act anyway else.

No! No! No! Her mind cried as she felt the wetness flowing between her legs, but that function was no longer under her control. The liquid was now running down her legs and she could hear the laughter of the other children.

’Stop it! Stop it!’ She screamed, stamping her feet, and as she did she felt a large load begin to slip out of her backside. She tried to stop it, to clench the correct muscles shut, but it was if they weren’t even there anymore. The sticky mess filled the back of her panties, and pretty soon everyone was loudly commenting on the smell.

No act like baby! No act like baby! Me big girl! Me--Ga goo goo mmf! With the loss of coherent thoughts Willow crumpled to the floor and began to cry. The fall had managed to throw her skirt up, revealing the embarrassing brown spot, but any attempts to cover it up came only as random useless squirming.

As her teacher and classmates surrounded her wondering what to do now, she cried all the harder. It was now the only way she knew to communicate her displeasure at being seen like this.

* * *

Cordelia had decided to go to her second period class. She really didn’t have anything else to do after finishing with Xander anyway. Besides, it was gym, and she felt like running around and jumping and kicking, or doing whatever they wanted her to do. God she felt great! This had to be one of the best days of her life.

Class was pretty standard except for the lack of students. She kept hoping she would catch another glimpse at Xander. She imagined some cruel girl still tormenting him in the far corner of the gym, but there was no such luck. He was long gone. Oh well, it had been fun while it lasted. She just wished she would have gotten a picture to save the moment forever. If she ever got the opportunity, she reminded herself to take it.

Second period was coming to a close and the girls had retreated to the showers. As she was opening her locker she glanced over at the door and wondered if anyone else would be shoving their little ex-boyfriend in here today. The thought made her smile, but that soon faded when she got a look inside her locker. Someone had taken her bottled water!

’Alright, would little miss sticky fingers please step forward.’ She called out to the rest of the girls.

’What’s wrong Cordelia?’ The voice came from Michelle. A girl even higher on the nerd charts than Willow. She didn’t even have a group of losers to hang out with. Cordelia had made sure she stayed that way over the years too. She remembered when a guy had actually been interested in Michelle, so Cordelia snuck up behind her one day when she was talking to him and lifted her shirt up, revealing the stuffed bra underneath. The guy probably would have still gone out with her too, he seemed like a nice enough geek, but she was too embarrassed to talk to anyone for a long time after that.

’Not that its any of your business, but someone stole my water.’ She huffed in response.

’Oh, well you can have one of mine.’ Michelle said helpfully as she reached into her locker and produced a long glass bottle of clear liquid. ’It’s suppose to be the best on the market.’

’Ya, I’ll bet it is.’ Cordelia replied rudely while at the same time snatching the bottle away for herself. She hated to accept any favors from someone she had tormented in the past, almost made her feel guilty, but she certainly wasn’t going to resort to the fountains if she could help it.

Michelle went about her normal business, pretending not to be interested as Cordelia examined the bottle. ’Fountain of Youth: Water as Pure as Childhood.’ Hmm, we’ll see about that, she thought skeptically before taking a few sips. It wasn’t bad, it was even still cold, but she didn’t want to look too pleased considering who it was coming from. So she drank just enough to be satisfied and then headed for the showers, unaware that Michelle was watching her with a large smile on her face.

When the little gnome had first scanned her mother’s mind, he had found the image of Michelle to be quite pleasing. Shy, respectful, didn’t hang out with any trouble makers like that Willow girl did. But the thing he found most attractive about her was the fact that they shared the same problem...today’s youth. Hoping to help this sweet child out he had given a bottle to her mother along with a message which she was happy to pass along. A message that contained ingredients for the ultimate revenge. And now Michelle was happy to see all her dreams about to come true.

After stripping off her clothes Cordelia soon found herself embedded with hot water. While in the midst of cleansing she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and looked over to see who it was. Most girls didn’t come near her anymore, it just didn’t seem right to stand next to someone you were looking down upon when the fact that they had larger breasts than you was made so painfully clear. Fortunately for Cordelia, her bosom was the envy of just about every lady in the school...and even a few of the guys.

But it wasn’t some former friend come to make another Xander joke, that crowd seemed to be busy with something else at the moment. Instead she found Michelle, completely nude and standing right next to her. She couldn’t help smirking when she glanced down at the small mounds. She remember the phrase that had been going around for about a year after the ’stuffing’ episode. ’Talk about making mountains out of molehills!’ Some clever boy had thought up. She guessed Michelle had heard that more times than her own name, and even now it still seemed funny to Cordy.

As the girl looked shyly away from the smirk, Cordelia was left to wonder why she was over here in the first place. Normally she just hid off in the corner of the showers, covering as much of her body as possible with her hands. When the taunts first started she had originally just stopped showering altogether. But after hearing the name ’Smelly Shelly’ for about a week she finally just gave up and accepted her fate as best she could. She knew she would be made fun of no matter what she did, so she decided she might as well be clean too.

Perhaps she thought since she had done a good deed, Cordelia would return the favor by being friendly. Well too bad for her. Cordy had learned very well why you don’t hang out with losers, and she didn’t intend to make the same mistake twice. She just didn’t understand why Michelle didn’t leave now that she realized Cordelia wasn’t going to play ball. And then of course, with that thought came a tingle.

On another day she may have just shrugged it off, like many of her peers had done before her. But she had just spent over an hour with nothing but little Xander on the brain, and the connection was quickly made. Water as Pure as Childhood. Shit!

Her eyes darted down at herself. Was she getting younger? She couldn’t tell. Were her breasts smaller than before? She didn’t drink that much water did she?

Another tingle.

She had been seventeen now she was fifteen. She could now tell the difference. Like a bird staring into the eyes of a cobra she was frozen with fear. ’No!’ She gasped as she felt another tingle bring her down to fourteen. The feminine curves she had once prized above all else seemed to be rapidly dissolving under the merciless water. Tingle. Her body became skinny and awkward, her hips shrinking in forcing her ass to take on a boyish quality. Tingle. She shrunk further down. Please stop, please stop, please stop. She thought over and over again. Tingle. No more, no more! But it was too late now, her fate was sealed. A final tingle brought her down to an even ten years old.

She stood there for a while, just staring at her now sexless body. Her beloved breasts had shrunk away leaving only a small flat chest. The hair was gone from her lower region, allowing a nice view of her underdeveloped parts. She was just a little kid now. With about as much sex appeal as a cardboard box. Wait. What was this sex thing she was talking about? Oh no, she couldn’t remember what it was! She just knew it was important too! That the other girls would make fun of her if they found out she didn’t know... What was it? What was it?

Her panicked thoughts were interrupted, however, by a series of growing giggles. Looking up she saw Michelle grinning down at her. Wow, her boobies sure were big...she wished that she could someday have some like that. Wait. She did use to have boobies of her own, and they were much bigger than that! Oh no! She was now smaller than the mountain out of a molehill girl!

Michelle noticed the envious gaze and gave a smirk that was oddly familiar somehow. ’What’s wrong Cordelia? Not feeling so high and mighty now that you are just a prepubescent little girl?’

Before she could respond she was interrupted by laughter from behind her. Oh anything but this! She thought, recognizing the voices. Her old friends, most of the girls from the popular crowd were all present and accounted for. They had seen the whole thing!

’Aren’t you even going to turn around and say hello?’ It was Harmony, the girl who had taken Cordelia’s place as leader after she had been dethroned. The one who had caused all the ruckus about her dating someone out of the group in the first place. Before her, no one had really seemed to notice. Besides Xander, she hated Harmony above all others.

Taking a deep breath, and preying for the courage she no longer possessed she turned around and faced the group. She had expected any emotion but what she received. Admiration. Suddenly she was star struck. These were the older popular girls, the ones she had looked up to as a kid. The ones she had desperately wanted to impress, to be a part of...and now all those old feelings had returned to haunt her.

The other girls just laughed and tittered like the air-heads they were. But Harmony was different. She had just enough brain power to enable her to take advantage of a situation and rise to the top. And now she recognized the look in Cordelia’s eyes. She had seen it a hundred times before on other little girls. Hell, she had even carried it herself once.

By the time Harmony had her plans set out in her mind, Cordelia was blushing fiercely and trying to cover up what little she had with her hands.

’Oh don’t be that way squirt. We just came over to ask you if you wanted to come back to the group.’ Stunned silence overcame the rest of the girls.

It was a trick. Cordelia knew it was a trick. She had done it to many other kids herself. Make them think you like them, then make a fool out of them. But maybe this was different. Maybe they really wanted to hang out with her. That would be so kewl! Her juvenile gullibility had certainly returned. And she just couldn’t believe how excited she was at the potential to hang out with Harmony. Harmony, the girl who had followed her around like a dog for several years. Harmony who had once hung on every mindless word Cordelia had to offer was now the center of her universe.

’Of course you have to pass the initiation first.’ The words crushed her. It had to be a trick... They had never made anyone in the past do that except goofy little girls. But no...they could have changed things right? After all, she hadn’t been friends with them for a long time.

’What do I have to do?’ She asked meekly, in a shrill voice that made her cringe.

’Stand up on that bench and sing ’I’m a Little Teapot.’ Make sure you do all the gestures that go with it.’

Just do this one thing and get it over with, she told herself. They just want to have a little fun and then they will think you are kewl for going along with it. If you back out now they’ll think you’re a geek.

As she stepped out of the shower and reached for her oversized clothes, Harmony added: ’You can leave those where they are.’ The other girls giggled in response.

Lowering her head Cordelia stood up on the bench, and softly began to sing.

’Louder!’ Harmony ordered. ’And don’t forget the gestures.’

’I’M A LITTLE TEAPOT SHORT AND STOUT!’ Cordelia bellowed, placing one hand on her hip and the other out like a spout. She felt so exposed! So humiliated! Not only had she been turned into a little kid, but now she worshiped the people she had once hated. And they were taking advantage of it. They were making her do all these embarrassing things and she was taking it. She knew she would continue to take whatever they had to dish out on the off chance they would accept her. But she had to risk it, she wanted to be just like them!

* * *

During the early stages of developing the magic water there had been a few miscalculations on the gnome’s part resulting in a weaker version of the formula that could only hold a small portion of the spell. Originally Bernard had intended to throw out the tainted batch, but after all the time and work spent on packaging every individual bottle, he just didn’t have the heart to throw out a single case. It didn’t matter anyway, he decided, the faulty potion still had enough power to get his point across...

* * *

With the sudden lack of eyes available for research Giles had turned to Amy for help. She was a senior like the rest of the kids helping out, and although her practices in witchcraft had caused them some trouble in the past she still had good intentions.

Using a minor spell to convince her teacher she was in class Amy began working with Oz in the library while Giles went home to retrieve some books he thought might help. Seeing as the two really didn’t care for studying that much, it was no surprise that they were soon suggesting that someone make a snack run. As usual a flip of the coin decided who the driver would be, but this time it was the loser who had to stay and continue with the research. Another spell put the odds in Amy’s favor, and Oz soon found himself back grinding through the endless tomb of books.

Normally Soda with lots of caffeine was the only acceptable beverage during these save the world sessions, but the little man at the supermarket had been very convincing. Particularly in regards to the price. Who could beat free? So with a box of donuts, several bags of chips, and a couple bottles of water Amy headed back to the fort.

Before long all her offerings had been devoured except for a single jelly donut which they had learned to save for Giles. A few more books were flipped through, a few more false leads followed, and then Amy was announcing she had to go to the bathroom. Oz thought it was just another way of getting out of work, but he remained silent.

Pulling her pants down the young witch settled comfortably down onto the toilet seat and began to relieve herself. This was sure a drag. She didn’t know why she was bothering with the whole mess. With all the protection spells she had placed on herself no magic could touch her unless she willingly accepted it into her body anyway. What she didn’t realize, was that she had done just that.

She was just finishing up when she felt a pleasant tingle down below. Looking down Amy was shocked to see the hair on her crotch quickly shrinking away and vanishing from sight. She let out a startled scream, hearing her voice crack as she did. ’What in the hell is going on?!’ This time there was no crack, her voice was now that of a young girl just before hitting womanhood.

Frightened, she stumbled out of the stall with her pants still around her ankles. As she reached the mirror she tore her t-shirt and bra off just in time to see her breasts start to dwindle away. In fact, just about every feminine quality soon followed. Curves straightened out, mounds of flesh became flat and boring. As the transformation completed she realized with great horror that except for the small hairless vagina she looked very much like a skinny teenage boy.

The spell had somehow gotten her she thought. But it hadn’t worked quite right, she was still the same age, still had her mind...but it was as if puberty had never happened to her!

Suddenly the door swung open emitting two sophomores who had been sluffing class.

’Oh my Gawd! Sick me out!’ One of them cried, at first mistaking Amy for a guy.

’What are you doing in here you perv?!’ The other chimed in.

In a mad dash Amy pushed past the two and waddled down the hallway.

’Oh my Gawd! I think that was a chick!’ The second girl said in amazement.

’You’re crazy!’ The first replied.

Just as Amy had gotten out into the hall the bell announcing the end of second period sounded. She was desperately trying to pull her jeans up as a swarm of students flooded out into the hall. Her nerves only helped in making the task far more difficult than it needed to be, as did trying to run while she was performing it.

’Hey isn’t that Amy?’ A girl’s voice cried out in surprise.

Eventually the struggle caught up to her and she tripped as a crowd was starting to gather and point. Laying on the ground she finally managed to get her pants up, but had no shirt to cover her embarrassing lack of breasts. As she was fighting to get through the students, her hands covering up that which wasn’t there, she heard someone call out ’Talk about making a mountain out of a molehill!’

Oh no! They didn’t realize it was a spell that had done it! They thought she had been stuffing all this time! Her face beet-red she mowed through the growing mob and headed for home-base...

* * *

For a moment she didn’t recognize the boy standing in the library. His facial hair was gone, his features softened...and since he had always been very short he looked almost exactly like he would have if the spell had been at full power. But it was bad enough as it was. Standing there in the middle of the room with his pants pulled down to the floor, he stared down at his small shriveled up member.

Both stood there in silent shock at what had happened and then the door opened once again.

’I think I may have-’ Giles’ sentence was cut short as his eyes sent the images before him to his brain. He looked from the flat girl with no shirt on, to the underdeveloped boy with no pants on, and finally to the two empty bottles of water resting innocently on the desk...

* * *

Cordelia was still naked and standing on the bench, singing ’It’s a Small World’ for the third time. That seemed to be their favorite song. Second period had ended but many of the girls, including Harmony, had decided this was worth skipping class for. The third period bunch had already come through, some of them just snickering in passing, others deciding to stay for the rest of the show.

Everyone else had gotten dressed by now, which Cordelia found to be a mixed blessing. On one hand she was glad not to have the difference between her body and the others made so obvious, but on the other hand being the only one without any clothes on somehow made her feel even more exposed. But hopefully this would all be over soon. How many times could you listen to a naked ten year old sing ’It’s a Small World’ anyway?

In answer to her question the door to the locker room opened and Michelle stepped back in. Cordelia hadn’t even realized she had left, but there she was, and following close behind her was Steve, the guy she had insulted earlier that morning. Wow he was cute! A football player and everything! Cordelia’s heart swooned with a major schoolgirl crush and then she realized a boy was seeing her naked!

Stopping in the middle of the song she gave a sheepish smile as she covered herself as best she could with her hands. ’Oh uh... Hi Steve.’ She said in her best sexy voice, which sounded more comical coming from the little girl than anything.

’Hey Cordelia. What happened to your tits?’ He asked bluntly. He was well aware of what was going on, Michelle had filled him in, but he wanted to make the most of it.

Cordelia winced at this statement. ’I uh-I have boobs... I’m just covering them up, that’s all...’ She stuttered, not knowing what else to say.

’Oh ya? Lets see ’em.’ Without any warning Steve reached out and grabbed the struggling ten year old.

’Hey, cut it out!’ She shrieked as he sat down on the bench and held her on his lap.

She gave the best fight she could but Steve was just too strong for her. Pretty soon he had managed to get a hold of both arms and was now firmly holding them apart from the rest of her body. ’There I told you. You’re as flat as my little brother.’

Cordelia was on the verge of tears. During this time of her life she had wanted to be older so much, to hang out with the high school crowd, and now the guy she wanted to date was making it painfully clear that she didn’t fit in. That she was just a kid. She had to do something to make them accept her, to prove she wasn’t just some little girl. Unfortunately Steve wasn’t making that task any easier.

She felt his strong hands begin to manipulate her small body once again. When she realized what position he was pushing her into she began to fight with every ounce of strength she possessed while screaming ’No! Please no!’ None of it did her any good.

What goes around comes around. The phrase had a whole knew meaning as she found herself laying across the football player’s lap with all the people she wanted to impress looking on. No! Anything but this!

His hand stung her backside, but the emotional pain was far worse. She wiggled back and forth in an attempt to find freedom, but it never came. Slap, slap, slap on her tiny behind.

It was all too much for her. Harmony, Michelle, Steve... All the people she had once put down, all the people she had power over. Her mind wretched at the thought of longing for their approval, but it did anyway. She couldn’t believe how cool she thought they all were. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew she shouldn’t care about them, but she was helpless. And now they were all laughing at her, and spanking her like a little baby. All her idols had decided she was a loser worth ridiculing, and so she began to cry, which only caused their amusement to grow.

’See, you’re not as grown up as you thought Cordelia.’ Steve began. ’In fact your acting more like a little baby than a ten year old.’

This sentence made everyone suddenly stop. Harmony, Michelle, Steve, and Cordelia. They all realized what was going to happen next.

’NO!’ Cordelia’s shrill voice echoed throughout the shower room as she clawed, and bit, and flung her arms about. The sudden stroke of panic almost allowed her to get away, but Steve was somehow able to get a firm grip around her flat chest and hold her there.

Michelle was already headed towards Cordelia’s locker to retrieve the unfinished bottle while the rest of the girls chanted ’Baby! Baby! Baby!’ Over and over again. They didn’t know the exact cause of the transformation, but by now they had learned to trust in Michelle’s ability.

After a swirl of chaotic movement involving a lot of hands grabbing her and laughter surrounding her, Cordelia found herself being held down by several of the girls while Steve forced the bottle into her mouth. At first, she managed to spit a lot of it out, but when Steve held her nose shut and gave her the choice to ’Drink or drown.’ She had little choice.

Actually she had considered the second option for a moment, but the pain in her lungs soon made the decision for her. Before she knew it, she had finished off every last drop.

The many hands finished their groping and now as she lay on the floor she could see everyone was surrounding her in a circle, watching expectantly.

Just fight it! She told herself. Mind over magic. Remember, you’re a big girl. You can’t let them see you as a baby! Fight it! Fight it! Fight- It was both a familiar and terrifying feeling, but this time the flickers of magic eating away at her years seemed to come much faster. Probably because she had consumed more and her body was a lot smaller now.

When the changes began to take place, the snickers and comments shifted to amazed silence. The nine year old felt all the eyes upon her and clenched her teeth shut. Just hold on! Fight it! You’re a big girl remember? You’re almost nine years old remember? No stop that! Seven is a mature age and you will be that old in only a year or two!

Everyone watched as her body shrunk and the years vanished from her face. Around five years old Cordelia realized she was losing the fight. ’I don’t wanna be a wittle baby!’ She cried as she darted for the door.

This time the crowd actually parted, too stunned to try and stop her. Need to get to the door! Four years old. Need to go home. Three years old. Need to find mommy. Two years old. And dada. Me go poo poo. With only one year under her belt now she felt herself trip and fall to the floor. The spell finally stopped at its preordained limit of six months.

There was an unusual amount of silence from the teenagers as the infant lay crying on the floor. They might have stood there all day if it weren’t for the yellow puddle that quickly formed underneath Cordelia, breaking the tension.

Large shapes loomed over her, she no longer really understood what was going on but her brain was still sending signals of frustration and humiliation so she continued to cry. As she did, she felt her self being passed around the room. Various lotions and powders were rubbed on her, a disposable diaper and pink baby bonnet were then thrown into the mix, and soon she looked exactly as she did seventeen years ago. Michelle had certainly come prepared!

’Well Cordelia, am I closer to being in your ’class’ now?’ The large figure she had once known as Steve asked as he held her up in the air.

’It’s good to see your body now matches the mind of the spoiled brat you’ve always been.’ Michelle added.

Although Cordelia could no longer understand or form words, even in her mind, both students agreed she looked like she was blushing. But whatever feelings rested inside the infantile mind, the only answer she was able to give them was a sudden vulgar stench.

* * *

’Oh hello Faith. I’m so glad you’re here!’ Joyce’s voice was rather unconvincing. ’Please, come in.’ Opening the door a little wider she stepped aside, allowing the Slayer entry.

At first Buffy’s mom had been so excited over the whole affair that she hadn’t thought too far ahead. But after things had calmed down a bit, and little Buffy had settled into her new role, Joyce began to realize that her friends would soon come looking for her. For any other mother in Sunnydale that might not have been a problem, but Buffy’s friends were all experts in dealing with problems of the supernatural.

After a little thought had been put into it a plan had been made. It wasn’t the greatest plan, but then again Joyce wasn’t the greatest of villains either, so she had to take what she could get.

’I don’t know what happened.’ Joyce confided in Faith. ’She was feeling sick, and then all of the sudden she began to get younger. As you can imagine, I was completely shocked!’

’Uh huh...’ Faith was only half listening while her eyes scanned the room for anything out of the ordinary. She didn’t know what she was dealing with, or even if Buffy’s Mom had anything to do with. But whatever it was, she didn’t intend to take any chances.

Originally Joyce had decided she would just lie and say Buffy wasn’t home when her friends came snooping around, but then she thought better of it. She needed a more long term solution. Constantly sneaking her baby around and always worrying if someone found out was not her idea of a good time. No, she wanted to be able to dress her up and take her places and show everyone what a pretty little girl she was.

’I know I should have called you sooner. But I really thought that it might wear off. I know that’s silly but-’

’Where’s Buffy?’ Faith asked, rudely interrupting.

’Oh, she’s lying down for a nap. This whole experience really wore her out. I don’t think we should disturb her, poor kid has had enough excitement for one day. Besides, I don’t think she would be comfortable with you seeing her like this.’ In reality Joyce had locked Buffy in her room the moment she saw Faith approaching the house. Even at two years old the young girl was still intelligent enough to ruin everything. A situation that Joyce would remedy the moment she got some more privacy.

’Ya, well I really do need to get her down to the library so we can work on fixing this whole mess. Besides, she’ll be safer there anyway.’

’Oh yes of course, how silly of me. I’ll go get her for you. But first let me get you something to drink. It is so hot outside, you must be parched!’ Joyce was already walking into the kitchen before Faith had a chance to object.

Sitting down on the couch she waited for Joyce’s return. All she really wanted to do was get Buffy and get out of here, but if hanging around a little longer got her some information it would be worth it.

’Here we are.’ Joyce chimed as she walked back in carrying a tray. Setting it on the coffee table she set an empty glass and an unopened bottle of water in front of Faith. Joyce seemed to be drinking the same brand, but her glass was already filled and the bottle was nearly half empty. Actually this was the same bottle Buffy had been drinking from this morning, and Joyce’s glass held nothing but tap water.

Faith was about to pick up the glass and continue her questioning when something caught her attention. Fountain of Youth. Wasn’t that the same stuff Xander had been drinking this morning? If it had been anybody else Faith would have attacked immediately and asked questions later. But Joyce had always been nice to her, so she decided she had to be sure.

’I’m really not that thirsty...’ Faith began as she started to stand back up.

Joyce had never anticipated this wrinkle. Who would turn down cold water on a hot California day? Apparently Faith would. She started into some lame stuttering coaxing, trying to persuade the girl to just give it a try.

’Actually, I’ve had a killer headache all day. Could you hook me up with a couple of pills before I go?’

’Of course!’ Joyce practically jumped out of her seat and darted back into the kitchen. Swallowing pills took water, she had her now!

Opening her own bottle Faith quickly filled her glass and switched with Joyce’s. She knew she was taking a big risk drinking anything from this house, but she had to try.

’Is two alright dear? They’re extra stength.’

Faith nodded and accepted the medicine. Joyce smiled and drank absently from her cup as she watched the Slayer gulp down both the pain relievers and the magic brew. Yes, she would definitely make a fine playmate for Buffy, she decided.

Both women set their cups down at about the same time. Both had finished off most of their water. Only one began to change...

’Alright, I guess I better get B and get out of here.’ Faith said as she stood back up.

Following her example Joyce rose too. ’I really don’t think you will be going anywhere little missy.’ She declared with a wicked smile which quickly faded. Something was wrong.

Joyce looked down at her hands just in time to see the last of the wrinkles vanish. In only a few short moments the middle-aged woman had already slipped back into her twenties and was still going. She felt the strange sensation of having her breasts perk up to prime condition before starting to vanish completely only a minute later.

Faith watched as Buffy’s mom slipped into her teens. The long black skirt and white blouse looked a bit too old-fashioned for the sexy 19 year old, and as the seconds ticked by they didn’t fit at all.

Joyce made a run for it as her limbs continued to shrink and thin out. The oversized shoes clumped against the floor, slowing her pace. She lost her skirt and panties just about the time that her breasts receded all the way into her chest. The increasingly large material of her blouse and bra dangled pathetically on her small frame. She let out a youthful cry, only making it a few more steps before losing the ability to walk.

The crying infant was left laying on the floor with her old clothes scattered uselessly around her as Faith dashed up the stairs. It didn’t take her long to find the locked door and to smash it in revealing a two year old sitting on the floor playing with a couple of dolls.

A young face that Faith barely recognized turned around to get a look at who had interrupted her playtime. ’Hi Faithy!’ The toddler yelled enthusiastically waving her tiny hands in the air.

* * *

’Giles, I found out what is-’ Faith stopped short as her eyes took in the scene before her.

Xander was sitting in the corner of the library using the wood they made stakes out of as building blocks. Willow was lying on the floor with a big white sheet fashioned around her as a diaper. She had most of her right hand in her mouth and was busy sucking away. A real baby that Faith guessed to be Cordelia was lying in a crib Giles had probably managed to steal from the home economics room, and Oz and Amy were sitting at a far away desk sulking.

’Yes, we figured it out.’ Giles said, motioning to the two empty bottles still sitting on the table. After he returned he had managed to track down the rest of the group and get them all back to the library. By the end of third period school had closed down due to the chaos caused by the water, and the Watcher had had nothing left to do but sit and wait for the Slayer to return so they could go after the culprit.

Putting Buffy down to play with Xander, and her mom in the crib with Cordelia, Faith turned back to Giles. ’Point me at something I can pound.’ She said punching her right hand into her left. ’I’m getting real tired of this.’

’I’m right behind you.’ Giles replied as the two walked out of the Library, leaving Oz and Amy behind to care for the kids. They didn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind for pounding heads anyway. Faith was.

* * *

It was a little past midnight when they reached the old abandoned warehouse. They had been following Bernard’s trail all day but somehow he always managed to elude them. Just when they thought they had the jump on him, they would find that he had left ten minutes go. All around town the chase was led, both Faith and Giles were exhausted but they couldn’t give up. Every moment counted in Sunnydale, and a few hours rest might give some fiend just enough time to destroy the world while Buffy and the rest of the group was rendered helpless.

Their expectations weren’t very high as they entered the rotted building, so it proved to be quite a surprise when the small gnome was found sitting right out in the open.

’Ha ha!’ He exclaimed with the point of his finger. ’You fools have walked right into my trap! Didn’t you realize my powers reach their peak directly at the stroke of midnight? Of course you are a little late, but you mustn’t blame yourselves. I’m a hard one to keep up with, as you well know.’

’Quit the yapping pops, and lets get it on.’ Faith replied grumpily as she got into a fighting stance. She was tired, and just wanted to put this old coot to bed before turning in herself.

’Oh my! The odds certainly don’t seem to be in my favor do they? Me a poor little old gnome, and you a big bad Slayer. What say we add a few years and a few pounds in the interest of a fair fight?’ As the words left his mouth a crystal ball he had been holding in his other hand began to glow.

Almost before she even noticed the new source of light, Faith felt her skirt and top begin to tighten. She looked down at her expanding hips just as she felt her bra snap apart due to her ever-increasing breast size. Most of her other clothing soon followed. Soon she was over two hundred and fifty pounds, wearing nothing but hot pink cotton panties that seemed to be stretched to their limits. And it didn’t stop there.

Weight continued to form on her body, all her previous sex appeal was quickly lost in rolls of fat. At the same time age began to cause her now enormous boobs to sag pathetically and her once firm ass was now loose and frumpy. Her body ballooned obscenely out to nearly four hundred pounds causing the last of her coverage to rip away, revealing the entirety of the awful sight. Her hair shortened and curled, wrinkles formed where none had been previously, and before she had even a chance even to scream she was forty-six years old.

’Oh my goodness! I may have overdone it a bit.’ Bernard stated as he watched Faith collapse under her own weight. ’Yes, I’m afraid I’m right. You don’t look like you’re in any condition to fight at all!’

Faith could only groan in response.

The gnome’s attention was suddenly drawn from the beached whale to the Watcher who was busily loading a crossbow.

’My, my...I don’t think frightened little girls should be playing with such dreadful weapons.’ He commented, and once again the orb flashed with light.

Bernard was filled with delight as he watched Giles shrink beneath his clothing. His hair turned blonde and lengthened into an appropriate style for the century, while his features began to soften. A lot of height and muscle was lost in the transition and soon his pants and boxers had formed a pile on the floor. His hips widened slightly, and small breasts began to poke out of his chest marking the beginning of puberty. Before long he wasn’t even a he anymore. His penis shrank away and vanished leaving only a gawky thirteen year old girl behind.

She was terrified. She had never been so scared in her entire life, and the crossbow was now too heavy to lift properly. But still she forced herself to try.

The gnome noticed her continued fumbling with the loading mechanism and sighed. This one sure had a lot of spirit. Too bad he was forced to crush it. ’Girls your age shouldn’t be running around naked! It must be horribly embarrassing for you.’

What in the hell is he talking about? Giles thought. Then suddenly she realized what it was. Looking down she saw the shirt she had been wearing had vanished, as had the pants that had been puddled on the floor. All she could see now was a pair of small developing breasts, and her exposed under region.

Just as the realization came the orb glowed again, causing a very powerful case of teenage modesty.

Oh my God! I’m out here in the middle of nowhere bare ass naked! Her teenage mind screamed. The crossbow landed on the ground with a thud, and Giles’ hands were now busy trying to cover up her awkward body.

’Turn around you pervert!’ She screamed at the gnome who only smiled back at her.

’Ah ha! You see? Once again I am triumphant! You were no match for my brilliant-’ The snap of his arm breaking shocked everyone in the room. Everyone except for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the teenage girl who had just kicked him in the elbow from behind causing his crystal ball to fly from his grasp and smash against the wall.

Bernard fell to his knees and began sobbing over the shattered pieces of his precious orb, not seeming to care about his similarly shattered bone.

Buffy just smiled at him as Angel, her vampire boyfriend, stepped out of the shadows. ’I found a cure.’ He stated to the two pairs of hopeful female eyes.

As if in answer to him a warm stream of liquid filled Buffy’s panties and began running down her long slender legs. Glancing down at the accident Angel added ’Well...sort of.’

’Mr. Gnome. You’ve been a bad wittle boy!’ Buffy said sternly in her best big girl tone. It sounded exactly like a child doing a bad imitation of her mother after just being scolded.

With a look of rage Bernard turned around and pointed at the Slayer. ’Bonk smash!’ He screamed.

From up above a large form came tumbling from the balcony and crashed on the ground below. The battle with the Ogre was short and painless. Although Buffy still had the mind of a child, the age of her body had kicked in her Slayer powers which included fighting abilities.

With his Ogre defeated the gnome shook his fists angrily at his enemies before shouting a command word and vanishing completely. Looking to where the Ogre had fallen, they saw that Bonk was gone too. It was finally over. Or as Angel had said ’Well...sort of.’

* * *

One Month Later

Angel’s spell had worked wonders for restoring people’s forms. But the minds were another story. Most of the folks in Sunnydale were now ’children at heart.’ And the research to fix it was slow going.

Willow, Cordelia, Joyce, and Buffy were all too busy with potty training to be much help. While Xander was busy learning the ABC’s.

Although Faith had been returned to her normal state, her obsessive eating hadn’t wavered and already she was looking quite chubby. Not even her adult brain helped the cause as most of the day she was content to sit on the couch, watch Jerry Springer, and Eat HoHo’s.

With the mind of a thirteen year old girl Giles was no longer much help either. He was constantly fawning over one of the latest women’s magazines searching for fashion tips, or talking about a crush he had on one of the boys at school. The word ’hunk’ found its way into his vocabulary far too often for anybody’s taste.

And although Oz and Amy were now okay, they just didn’t have the resources to solve such powerful spells.

But late at night a lone vampire sat pouring over volumes of ancient texts. He would find a cure, he knew he would. It was only a matter of time before the Slayer returned in full force, and all her adventures continued.

 

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