Shark Bait

by: Hazozat | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 24, 2008


It's a pool, AR fans know a pool is never good for keeping your former age.


Chapter 1
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Chapter Description: Formatting might be a little off, I wrote this in Word and just copied + pasted.


It happened during the summer. He was driving too fast, and swerved just in time to save the duck in the middle of the road. The turn however caused him to wrap his car around a tree, wrecking up his left arm, and shattering a pair of bones in the matching leg. He was in surgery for hours, and in casts for months, and now that they were off he was having trouble with his stiff joints. Naturally walking again was hard and he had to use a crutch to move. Rehab was hard, but not as hard as he got when in the pool. His swimming instructor, Mary, was almost worth breaking a bone over just to see the 27 year old in a swimsuit. Spencer sat on the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the water when the brown haired bombshell came onto the pool deck. She was wearing a two-piece suit, the top little more then a bra, and the bottoms a pair of tiny board-shorts. She had over her shoulder the red floatation device she’d use in the event someone ran into trouble. In contrast Spencer had a white towel around his neck and a black swimsuit. They exchanged pleasantries and she instructed him into the pool. They started like they normally do; he slowly eased himself into the pool.

“Jesus Christ it’s fucking cold!” He’d shout when the water got up to his midsection.

“Language!” She’d scold him.

“You come in here!” He’d demand.

“Only if you start drowning, I only get in the pool for my kid’s class.” She’d draw the line. Today she did something normally out of character.

“I’ll get in” she told him “if you agree to show some improvement.”

“You get in, I run the 40.”

“Starting big? Fine, but we have to end small.” She shoed him a grin and put her foot into the water. “Warm-up first, you know the drills, hold on to the edge and kick that bum leg of yours.” He complied with a grimace. His leg was always stiff, but once he got it kicking he was able to keep it up. Next she had him tread water. This got him moving the stiff arm with the leg. “Five minutes in and I haven’t drowned yet.” He splashed some water up onto the deck and onto her. “Improved enough?” She offered a grin and told him simply.

“Show me a lap.” She ordered, and kicked a little water at him. When he turned his back, to comply, she threw a tablet into the water, watching it quickly dissolve.

The tablet quickly spread through the water, before Spencer even made it a fifth of the way to there first side. He didn’t notice the changes immediately; instead he noticed how hard the swimming got as his muscles regressed to their nearly useless state before therapy. Then as his body regressed past his accident his speed exploded. He passed the halfway mark as his body regressed towards his college days where he worked out regularly. His swimsuit started to get loose as the beer-gut began to fade away. He had to draw the suit tight when he tagged the other end of the pool. “Half way” he muttered to himself and he changed direction. Back at the other end Mary had a smile on her face, the flirtatious handful that left was going to comeback much less of a man then he had been in far too long. Meanwhile, the now college sophomore was celebrating his ever-increasing supply of energy as he began to try and power his way back to the other side of the pool. Unfortunately for him two things were about to align against him, he was swimming towards the epicenter of his changes, and the more concentrated waters would have him regress faster. Second, he was about to stop getting stronger from getting younger, and start getting weaker. He felt ashamed at how little progress he made as he fell out of his college age. Still he swam, hopping that if he’d make it back he’d get to see Marry put that sexy bikini of hers to work. His shorts slipped to his thighs as he entered his late teens. He found swimming there more and more tiring. Each stroke had gone from simple to difficult. He could still do it, but unlike a few moments ago he knew eventually he’d have to stop. Quickly he fell into his early teens, hardly a high school student, and his swimsuit fell around his knees, he hitched them up as they were impairing his motions. He blushed in embarrassment, Mary was watching and he couldn’t even wear attire that fit him! He kept swimming, but soon his legs were caught again, but now he was in the tail end of puberty. He couldn’t easily dismiss the problem like he had before, and found himself struggling with the tent-like fabric around his legs. Tangled his age fell into the single digits, and along with it his lung capacity diminished. Soon he found himself flailing in any direction trying desperately to get to any edge of the pool before he drowned! He was two busy panicking to hear the splash of Mary diving into the water. She swam over to the flailing child and slung him over the side of the flotation device she dragged along side her.

“Told you I’d only get in if you started drowning,” she said as he coughed and regained his breath.

“You also said you’d get in for kids.” He squeaked back at her with the tiny, childish, voice his body now produced. Again he squeaked “My voice?! What the fuck happened to me!?” He looked down at his body, his tiny hands, his hairless privates, the giant woman next to him. The world had expanded around him and he didn’t notice! He saw his swim trunks next to him, expanded to laughable proportions “I’ve shrunk!” He declared

“Actually, you regressed,” she corrected him. “Looks like your were both a kid and drowning, I had to jump into the pool for you.” She mussed his hair while he still tried to figure out what happened to him.

“I’m younger?”

“You’re five.”

“But I can’t be.”

“But you are.”

“Impossible!”

“Look at yourself!”

“Jesus Christ!”

“Language, kiddo. Hardly appropriate for a kid your age!”

“But I’m not a fucking kid! I’m...”

His response was cut short by the pain on his rear, as Mary had swatted it with her open hand. Then she did it again. Then again. Then again. Then once more.

“I told you! That’s inappropriate language for a five year old. I don’t want to have to do that again, so behave!” She sternly demanded from him.

He nodded, fighting back tears. Both his hands fled to his bottom, coddling the tender area.

“Now, I think you’ve spent enough time in the pool for right now young ma...” His hopes went up as she almost used the term ?man’ to describe him, but she dashed those dreams. “Excuse me, kiddo. We need to get you dressed, and since I need a place to put you, you’re going into the kiddy pool. This way I can keep track of you during my kids training class.”

With that she plucked him out of the water, and carried him over to the locker room. He was unable to make an objection; the fear of another spanking was too much for him. He got nervous, and to the chagrin of Mary, absentmindedly began sucking his thumb. Of course, he stopped once he noticed, and felt terrible at how nice it felt.

“Don’t worry,” she told him “it’s perfectly natural for a three year old to suck his thumb. And don’t bother with any of those big-boy thoughts, they’ll be gone soon enough.” She had him sitting on a changing table, sliding a diaper up his legs.

“I’m going to forget?” He asked, innocence in his voice, his thumb found its way back into his mouth.

“Of course dear.” She began inflating two orange water wings.

“What those?”

“So I don’t have to dive after you again!” She patted him on the head, sliding one floaty on the right, and then inflated the matching left.

“I don’t wanna wear a diaper!” He said, trying to cross his arms, finding the water wings unyielding.

“It’s for your own good, I don’t know if you need it or not, and no messing up the pool!”

She pulled out a small swimsuit and slid it over. “Besides, no one will see it.”

She picked him up and left the locker room. He could see the kiddy pool, all the kids looked to be having fun in the foot-deep water. “Remember, no naughty language, and no more thinking you’re older. And one last rule, sweetie.”

“Yesh?” He asked, leaning his head into her bosom as she carried him.

“From now on, call me mommy.”

 


 

End Chapter 1

Shark Bait

by: Hazozat | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 24, 2008

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