The Treadmill

Chapter 2
Last Lap

Chapter Description: Will Debra like her new Body-For-Life?

PART TWO

The 13 year old franticly began pushing all the buttons on the console, trying to stop this weird contraption she suddenly found herself on. The machine showed no response and continued its programming. Debbie shifted techniques and tried slapping and punching the buttons now in frustration. The treadmill continued humming along, and it almost seemed like it sped up a little more in defiance.

Debbie, nonetheless, continued to shrink. As she moved from adolescent to childhood, her voluptuous breast, which were now visible through the huge neckline in the sports bra, had eroded down to an A-Cup and the nipples were changing color from a pink to purplish hue. Debbie’s hips and waist were close to becoming the same dimensions and the roundness of the ass she used to have was now but a memory. Gaps were forming around the waistband of the Speedos as straight thin legs stuck out the other end. The sharp angular features of the 12 year old’s face had begun to soften, becoming rounder, while her nose was shifting to a more upturned profile. Debbie kept banging on the console, not realizing her point of view was gradually changing as she shrank down closer to the console, while having to raise her arms up higher and higher to reach the buttons.

Another reverse growth spurt shaved six more inches off her height and her already ill-fitting outfit re-shifted in response. Her I-Pod had lost its stability and dropped to the moving tread below which carried it behind her. Debbie instinctively grabbed at the side handrails for support and balance as the sneakers she was wearing had now begun to lose their purchase on her much smaller feet. She literally walked out of them and they got caught up in the nylon-mesh net behind her. Her chest now sported only two small bumps capped off by puffy areolas underneath the now huge soaking wet sports bra. Debbie’s ass had now flattened out to that of a pre-teen and her hips barely flared out causing the Speedos to drop lower on her body, though thankfully the sweat had caused them to temporarily stick to her toothpick legs. Eventually realizing her efforts to stop the machine were basically futile, Debbie let out another scream, both in fear and aggravation. The last light next to the “M” button began flashing faster.

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As Allison approached the bottom of the stairs, still not fully awake yet, she could hear a slight metallic humming sound coming from the living room. “Mom? Is that you?” She called out as she rounded the corner. “What’s that noise?”

“MOM?!?!” Allison yelled, now fully awake by the surreal sight that greeted her around the corner.

There before Allison, was a sweaty, little 10 year old red-headed girl on the black treadmill her dad had bought them. The young girl was frantically trying to get out of the machine, without very much success. Her head was the only thing visible over the meshed-sides on the treadmill. It appeared that she was now trying to climb over the side of the machine, but did not have the upper body strength to lift herself over. Allison stood in open-mouthed shock as she witnessed the impossible. The girl was slowly shrinking before her eyes, like a victim in quicksand, as her chin was now below the side bar (where before it had been well above it). Realization hit Allison pretty quickly, “Oh my god! Mom!”

The fatigued 8 year old was, at first, startled by the presence of a stranger in the room, but was also thankful that someone was finally here to help her. “Help ... hu ... hu ... me ... hu ... hu ...pleasssssssse.” The little girl exhaustingly pleaded through the mesh. Her smaller frame could not keep up with the treadmill’s consistent pace like it could when she was older. She was getting tired, and fast.

“Hold on, Mom!” Allison raced to the side of the treadmill.

Little Debbie instinctively reached up at the stranger in response. Allison bent over the side rail to pick the girl out of the meshed confinement, but the combination of the child’s still significant weight, being drenched in sweat and constantly moving, made the task nearly impossible. Allison did not have the strength or a good enough grip to lift the child to safety. She also noticed that the treadmill had no foot rails to stand on to rest, which was standard on most treadmills.

Debbie screamed in disappointment, when her freedom from the machine was not granted right away. “Don’t ... hu ... hu ... stop! Help ... hu ... hu ... me!”

Allison switched tactics as she moved her attention to the console. She noticed a digital readout that read 06.11 next to a button marked “S” and a row of lights next to a button labeled “M”. All the lights were out except for the bottom one, which was flashing rather rapidly. Her eyes found a bright green button and a bright red button next to it. “BINGO!” She yelled as she slammed her palm down on the red button.

Nothing happened. Well, actually something did happen. Her mom got smaller.

“Shit!” Allison exclaimed in irritation. “Okay, Plan C!”

Allison ran around to the rear of the treadmill and tried to undo the clasp to the mesh door. Now she was the one sweating as she frantically tried to save her mother. During the whole time, she had kept catching quick glimpses of her mother as she slowly regressed. Debbie’s curly red-hair had shortened and thinned slightly, it had risen off her shoulders and was now just below her ears. Her cheeks had plumped a bit and her arms and legs, while still thin, were started to show the first signs of the chubbiness of a toddler. “Hurr ... hu... wee!” The five year old was pleading, her little fingers grasping the mesh since she could no longer reach the hand rails for balance.

“I’m trying”, Allison continued tugging on the latch, “But it’s stuck!”

As she continued working the latch, Allison noticed some white squared-shaped fragments coming down the tread toward her. “What the hell?” She questioned, as she picked one up in curiosity. “Oh Jesus!” Allison dropped it like it bit her. “Those are mom’s adult teeth”.

Allison stepped back, shocked over the out-of-control situation she had suddenly found herself in, and almost tripped on something. It was the treadmill’s extension cord.

“Yessssssss!” Allison grabbed the cord with both her hands, coiling it around her palm for a better grip, and yanked with all her might. Sparks shot out of the outlet as the plug was pulled free.

The treadmill’s humming slowly got quieter as the tread platform leisurely reduced its speed. The readout clicked down little by little: 04.05 ... 04.04 ....... 04.03 ......... 04.02 ............ 04.01. At 04.00 the readout stopped, as did the last blinking light, but both stayed lit up even though the treadmill had completely stopped. “It must have a back-up battery”, thought Allison as she wiped her forehead in relief.

Allison went back to the side of the treadmill. The little 4 year old’s height was now well below the top of the treadmill’s handrails and Allison couldn’t help but acknowledge how the workout machine now looked like a giant playpen. Again, little Debbie’s arms raised in response to Allison’s approach. “Pick me up! Pick me up!”

Allison grabbed the towel off the console and wiped the sweat off the soaked toddler. She then placed her hands under Debbie’s armpits and hoisted her out of the treadmill, thankfully a lot lighter than she had been early. Unfortunately, the Speedos didn’t accompany her and they flopped down onto the tread platform. As she repositioned her mother for better leverage to hold her, the trembling 4 year old wrapped her arms around Allison’s neck in a python-like grip. A soft whimper soon grew into a full-blown cry. “I want my mommy!”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, Allison cooed, rocking her mother gently to quite her down. “Mommy will be here soon.” Allison tried hard not to roll her eyes.

As her mother’s crying and grip had both soften somewhat, Allison placed her back down on the floor. Allison still couldn’t believe this small fragile child was her 42 year old mother. An unkempt red afro of hair now framed a angelic freckle face, as tears streaked down her chubby cheeks. Her mother was almost naked with the exception of a comically large gray sports bra, which barely hung on her one small shoulder as the whole right side of her body stuck out the neck hole.

The little girl looked up at Allison and then took a quick inventory of her surroundings, quickly realizing nothing looked familiar to her. Her big round eyes began to well-up again. “Want mommy!” Debbie repeated, as her thumb found her gap-toothed mouth and she sucked on it feverously for security.

Allison kneeled down and wiped the little girl’s tears away with her thumb. “Don’t cry, Sweetie. Mommy had to go away for a short while, but she’ll be back soon (I hope).” Allison removed the wet sports bra, leaving the toddler totally nude. “So what’s your name?”

The little girl removed her thumb, “Dee-Bee”, and immediately put it back.

“Debbie, huh”, Allison tussled her mother’s messy red hair, “That’s a big girl’s name, right?”

“Uh-huh”, Debbie nodded, not removing her thumb this time.

“And how old are you, Debbie?”

The little girl held up four fingers.

“Four years old? My, you are a big girl.”

Again Debbie nodded and then pointed at Allison.

“My name?”, Allison pointed at herself, “I’m Allie. I’m your dau ... err ...um ... babysitter. Yes, I’m your babysitter until your mommy returns.” Allison took the little girl’s small hand and led her to the stairway. “And the first thing your mommy wanted me to do was give you a bath, since you’re all stinky and sweaty from playing.”

END OF PART TWO