The Change of the Seasons: Teacher's Pet

Chapter 4
Teaching how to be adults, Learning how to be children

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Chapter Description: The fall season has been heralded. Elizabeth and Becky find themselves in a drastic new world of role-reversal between teachers and students.

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[size=2]“By the way kids, there is going to be a fire drill sometime before noon today.” Elizabeth Baxter announced to her class, “This will be your first one as 5th graders and our emergency exit is a little bit different from the path the 4th graders take. Basically we need to follow our hallway down and take a right and we’ll exit by the entrance to the gym. Is that clear class?”

“Yes Mrs. Baxter.” The kids replied.

Today felt like a new beginning to the 5th grade teacher. Maybe it was because it was officially the start of the fall season, or perhaps it was because Becky and Mandy both seemed mild-mannered to each other, or far more likely it was because Elizabeth had some amazing sex last night. But she felt more than just energetic, but bubbly even.

Elizabeth was using the time before lunch (and the impending fire drill) to review the math homework she had assigned the class yesterday. Like with most kids, math was not a very popular subject in her classroom. They would much rather focus on social studies or science if they were in charge of the curriculum. She didn’t blame the kids at all, she wasn’t a very good at teaching math herself and always felt pressured to not embarrass herself by getting an equation wrong in front of a whole bunch of preteens.

Thank god for answer keys, she told herself.

She asked Mandy for an answer and the smart girl curtly gave her what she was looking for. It was clear to Elizabeth that yesterday’s quarrel had been a fairly harrowing experience for the young 10 year old girl. Mandy had a couple of Band-Aids across her face and a few up and down her arms and legs. She had so far avoided chit-chatting with her friends at the table and Elizabeth hoped that Mandy would eventually brighten up over the course of the day.

She also had an optimistic view on Becky as well. The 11 year old girl wore her cuts and scratches openly. It made Becky look ever more like a tomboy among her male classmates. Elizabeth decided to adopt a wait-and-see approach to this situation. She had a good amount of experience dealing with childhood crushes and romances over the years, but this was the first time she was dealing with a girl on girl crush.

Oh how the times change, she mused.

“Mrs. Baxter.” Becky called out to her, “Can I go to the bathroom?”

Elizabeth was usually not one to reward students that timed their bathroom trips close to break periods like lunchtime. But she remembered that Becky was the oldest child in the class, and her father had been very adamant about her puberty…

“Go ahead Becky. Try and get back here before we leave for the cafeteria ok?” she told her.

“I promise Mrs. Baxter, thank you!” Becky said as she left the classroom.

The math review went on as scheduled and by the time they wrapped it up it was just near lunch time. That was when the expected, yet unexpected fire alarm started ringing.

Damn, I forgot to remind Becky about the fire drill!

“Alright kids.” Elizabeth started to tell them, “Leave your things here and line up behind James.”

The chubby blond hair boy went to assume his designated role as line leader. But just as the rest of the children went to join him, something bad happened.

Very bad.

The fire sprinkler system suddenly went off. Spraying the entirety of the class with water. The water dowsed Elizabeth’s hair and soaked into her skin. Strangely, despite how cool the water was when it hit her, it brought on a comforting warmness to it. Not truly warm in temperature, but it nonetheless kept her from shivering.

“I thought you said it was a fire drill Mrs. Baxter!” one of her students yelled.

“I did!” Elizabeth yelled back, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with herself, “There could really be a fire now!! We need to get outside!!!”

A dread must have seized her students, because they were all seemingly paralyzed where they stood. Each and every one of them was wide-eyed and scared before suddenly calming. In these states, the children started cooing with pleasure.

“Oh no! Not again!’ James screamed from the door. The young boy ducked under a nearby table and pulled out his smartphone.

What the heck is going on? Elizabeth asked herself, Wait, did I say……heck????

That was when the sensation seized her. A tingling, pulsating feeling began to move up and down Elizabeth’s body. The woman began feeling absolute pleasure as it concentrated itself on certain parts of her. She cooed like her students when it rang through her head, she giggled when it tickled her large breasts, and she moaned when it vibrated her crotch. Elizabeth felt terrified and embarrassed all at once. But each time the sensation passed into her head, she felt more at ease.

The children were not in danger.

The school was not on fire.

Somehow she knew these words to be true and yet she had no idea how or why. As the feeling of panic and fear subsided it was replaced by something else.

Sex. She wanted to be fucked more right now than she had ever wanted to be in her entire 42 years of life. Her pussy was wet beyond belief. She needed someone to satisfy her, right here right now. But she was an elementary school teacher and there was not a man close enough to fulfill the task. Instead, she decided that should would relieve herself. She didn’t care if the other kids saw, she was oldest one in the classroom anyway.

Elizabeth reached to undue her jeans. She unbuttoned them and then unzipped them. But just as she was about to stick her fingers into her vagina a shock zapped her hand away. It was painless, but it nonetheless brought her out of her sexual overdrive.

It was doubtful if the kids ever saw her demeaning action. They were all changing. Before her eyes, the 5th graders were either getting bigger or smaller.

No! She screamed internally.

Your students will be better off this way

You will be better off this way

Elizabeth finally realized what was happening. Their ages were changing.

A smaller boy, Daniel, suddenly started going through puberty within a matter of seconds. He grew and grew into a teenage, muscular body. By the time it stopped, his half-naked body was covered up by his preadolescent clothing and he looked like he belonged in a high school.

Similarly, a short fat girl, Kristen, also sprouted up into puberty. The girl’s chubby chest developed into a firm adolescent breasts on the young girl. Her portly legs shrunk slightly as her childish butt grew into a sharp ass. By the time her moans climaxed, she looked like a young teen around Emily’s age.

There was yet another girl moaning in the class. No it was a woman’s moans, and it wasn’t Elizabeth.

Mandy was nearing the other end of adolescence. Her long blonde hair grew firmer in length and bolder in color. Her breasts, exposed for all to see, grew larger and rounder with each second. Her legs grew muscle as they went up to match Mandy’s increasingly womanly proportions. Mandy, went from teenager to college age in seconds. But she continued aging into her 20’s, her mid 20’s, her late 20’s and Mandy’s maturing voice moaned continued. Finally as Mandy matured into her 30’s she stopped aging and collapsed onto the carpeted floor.

But not everyone was getting older. Rather they were turning younger, sinking into their clothes rather than bursting out of them. Most of them only changed slightly, only regressing back a couple of years into 4th graders and 3rd graders.

Elizabeth saw James, hiding under the table, grow skinnier before her eyes. His pudgy body thinned considerably as the young boy yelled into his smartphone.

Others were not so lucky, Heather, one of Mandy’s friends descended rapidly in size. The 10 year old grade girl went from a big girl about to graduate from elementary school to a little girl just starting out. Her hair shrunk and her face became more babyish. By the time she was done she looked like any other 5 year old girl in kindergarten.

Other boys and girls became kindergartners too. While others turned into 1st graders, 2nd graders, 3rd graders, and 4th graders. They all changed, but they all changed differently.

Elizabeth Baxter knew her fate. It seemed childishly logical to the 5th grade teacher. To be stripped bare of adult responsibility and stand equality among the little ones that attended this elementary school as she once had did decades ago. She didn’t want this. She was a woman grown, married to a man that she cared for. Mother to two teenagers that depended on her.

She wondered why she had to lose everything she had worked so hard to achieve.

Her breasts became to deflate as the sensation pulsated through her chest.

It had started.

Elizabeth, despite herself, was hungry with curiosity and gazed down as her curvy body was rewound through time itself. Playing spectator to her own transformation seemed to reward the regressing woman, as with each second without resistance, her pleasure of the experience increased.

She moaned, loudly, as her breasts deflated before her. Changing from the large, lazy breasts of a mother in her 40’s to the much more firm boobs of a young mother in her 30’s. From there her boobs grew ever smaller in size, bit by bit they shrunk in size. The firmness of her breasts dissipated like they had been before she had entered her 20’s. Finally, and with great climax, her boobies finally disappeared through a reverse puberty that left Elizabeth’s chest little different from the preteen girls she taught. She was mesmerized by the transition and felt a weird sense of delight at the disappearance of the strain on her back that her boobies once caused.

Satisfied with its work, the sensation now took aim to regress the rest of the woman’s body to match her preadolescent chest. Her arms shortened as well as her legs. But the sensation focused its attack on her curvy thighs and ass. The fat that had gathered in these regions evaporated all at once, sending a curveball of pleasure up the woman’s body that spread through her to her womanly parts and then reached for her vocal cords. Elizabeth’s final act as an adult and a fully grown woman was to thoroughly enjoy the reversion of her womanhood as it was reshaped into girlhood. The pleasurable moans of a woman experiencing sex erratically became the asexual cooing of a young girl. The sudden change in her voice shocked the woman turning girl, its high pitch, its softness in tone seemed extraordinarily alien to her and yet it felt intensely knowable.

Elizabeth’s large ass had been rendered into a flat butt and her legs were remade to be as skinny as sticks. Her arms’ length and size were halved and the wrinkles on hands were wiped away into nothing by the sensation. Her wedding ring suddenly risked falling off her little fingers and the girl once woman struggled to grasp the ring in between her tiny hands. Her light brown hair crept up her back slightly while its fullness decreased. Her headband fell right off her whilst her hair became slightly stringier. Her widow’s peak was replaced by bangs leaving her hair finished as its length stopped just by her tiny shoulders.

Elizabeth felt a bizarre feeling in her mouth as her adult teeth turned into baby teeth. Most lost definition while her gums expanded in size. A small amount of her adult teeth fully sunk into those gums, leaving her with the reality of having missing teeth again.

Finally the remnants of the woman’s makeup on the girl was wiped cleanly away. Taking with it the sagging in her cheeks and the wrinkles in her eyes along with the plushness of her lips. Her face regressed into a child’s and a small dotting of freckles popped up around her little nose.

At last the sensation had completed its task. The teacher known as Elizabeth was no more. Taking the adult’s place now was Lizzy, the little elementary school student she once was and now truly was again.

Little Lizzy tried to regain herself from the experience. Her adult clothing clung about her in a huge mess and the ring she desperately clung to made it awkward to break free from it all. The little girl tripped and she crashed just next to the teacher’s desk that had belonged to the adult woman she once had been.

Picking herself up with only her blouse covering her, little Lizzy gawked at her former workplace. Vertigo was quickly overcoming her young prepubescent body and her adult mind was in shatters. But some memories of her former adulthood still remained in her mind’s eye and she knew that most of the 10 year olds and 11 year olds that came up to her desk stood around a foot above the three foot tall desk.

The same was not true for her.

Lizzy stood only half a foot above the desk. Which assured the woman turned girl that she was no preteen like her 5th grade students. No, she was a young child through and through. Something assured her that she was not too much younger. Lizzy took a deep breath, she wondered how old she felt right now. If a child could assume such a thing. She wasn’t a big kid…and she definitely wasn’t a little kid.

Think Lizzy think! She thought to herself. You just turned……something… in June. Maybe if I can just remember my old age…..I turned forty t--…no wait…Eight!!!! I turned 8 years old in June!!!! Silly me I’m in the 3rd grade!!!!

Little Lizzy felt a strong ping of pride swell in her new childish figure. She had used her adult knowledge to practice reverse psychology on herself just then! Maybe she could just grow up into a big sexy lady again by just thinking about it!

But the selfless remnants of long career as a teacher ruined that for the woman turned little girl. Lizzy became increasingly aware of the little kids crying in the room, their loud sobbing overcoming the loud fire alarm echoing throughout the classroom and the school at large.

She stepped with adult authority into the center of the classroom. But with each dribble of water that hit her that sense of control faded from the 8 year old girl until she realized that she wasn’t a teacher at all.

Of course I’m not one dummy! Some of these kids are bigger than me! She chided herself.

She quickly looked about the classroom. Among the big kids were a handful of teenagers, maybe they were the helpers or something…but that didn’t seem very right to Lizzy.

“Where’s the teacher?!?!?!” She asked.

The teenage boy wordlessly looked at her, he was clearly feeling just as bad as little Lizzy was, and looked beyond her. Towards a tall, blonde woman that was trying to steady herself against the wall.

Lizzy ran to her and desperately shook the grown-up, “Miss? Miss? Are you the teacher?!?!?!”

The blonde woman was gorgeous to Lizzy, but like with all the others, she looked just as confused and out of the loop like Lizzy was.

The adult woman towering over Lizzy simply looked down on her, “Mrs. Baxter?”

A well of emotions flooded the 8 year old’s mind……she was the teacher here.

Lizzy was beginning to get really scared.

She wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

She wanted her mommy to be her to save her. But, but, her mommy was dead.

Mommy always picks me up from school that isn’t possible!!!!

But somehow she knew that she had passed away years ago. Of course when she couldn’t get her mommy…

Lizzy fingered the woman’s ring in her hand. A grown man had given her this ring a long time ago with a simple promise. To never leave her side no matter what. Ignoring the contradicting thoughts that raced throughout her mind, she needed him to fulfill that promise to her.

Right now.

More than anything in the world.

Lizzy Baxter needed her daddy.

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Becky Brownwood sat motionless on the toilet in the girl’s bathroom. The 11 year old girl had gone through a relentless barrage of emotions over the last couple minutes. The surprise brought on by the fire drill quickly went to disgust when the sprinklers came on. Then fear and panic seized Becky when she heard screaming and crying reverberating through the bathroom’s entrance.

Then she felt it. She felt her first period. The small bit of vaginal blood seeped into the toilet water. She wasn’t prepared for it, she didn’t have any tampons. But her daddy told her it was natural and her Sex Ed counselor last year warned the girls not freak out when it happens. As the sprinkler water showered Becky she braced herself for the worst.

But nothing came. She felt quite calm actually despite the chaos erupting outside the bathroom. She actually felt proud of herself, she was officially a woman now.

A sensation captured Becky in that moment. Pulsating up and down the young girl with a gentle ease. Becky cooed at the feeling, she felt smarter each and every time the sensation vibrated into her mind and felt more adult each time it vibrated around her girlhood. Becky began to accelerate through puberty. Far faster than she had ever expected to see.

Becky’s boyish butt, became a large round ass.

Her sides gained meaty curves that expanded into hard muscle further down her long legs. While her arms likewise grew and expanded as befitting to the woman she was to become.

A small amount of fat expanded from Becky’s stomach, but the real expansion came further up.

Becky’s chest ballooned suddenly and expanded with great speed. A bounciness came to her boobs as her nipples hardened with age.

They were not as big as her teacher’s…..that phrase didn’t seem quite right anymore to Becky, but they looked ample enough in size for her to live with.

She felt a weird shift in her mouth as her remaining baby teeth became adult teeth and also felt her auburn hair fully grow out.

When it was over, she found herself moaning rather than cooing to that sensation’s wondrous touch. The girl turned woman without a thought cleaned and wiped herself and then stood up. Her clothes were completely destroyed. Her ample breasts popped out of her blouse and her newfound womanhood was barely covered by the destroyed jeans that she began wrapping about her curvy legs like a towel.

The woman felt disoriented but curiosity more than anything drove her forward out of the girl’s stall.

In front of her in the bathroom mirror was the woman she always dreamed of growing up into one day. But that day was now, this was her new reality.

Her dark auburn hair had matured far beyond her wildest imagination. It was thick, luscious, and cascaded down her firm back. She approached the mirror slowly, smiling to herself all the while.

Her blue eyes were so enamoring that she didn’t notice that the countless freckles that populated her face as a child were now long gone. Now she had a clean, attractive face with alluringly red eyebrows.

So in love with herself, the new woman gently pecked the mirror where she felt her large lovely lips against the reflective glass.

The woman was both stunned and shell-shocked with herself and everything that was happening around her.

I should see what is going on out there, she told herself.

She slowly walked out of class to find a bewildering sight. Men and women, dressed in strangely colored business suits were barking orders to children of various ages. Older kids and younger kids and even the odd teenager were haphazardly marching towards the bus loop.

A man in his mid-20’s with dark brown hair pushed passed her against the flow of the children and ran into Mrs. Baxter’s room. She almost followed him back into the classroom but instead went with the flow.

As she walked through the 3rd and 2nd grade hallway, she witnessed a young girl walk out of a classroom engulfed in a woman’s clothes. A blonde hair woman in the strangely colored business suits gently picked up the young girl, liberating her from the adult clothing, all the while rubbing the girl’s small back and whispering reassuring words to her as she carried ahead of the stream of children.

These weren’t the emergency responders she imagined would show up, but they seemed benevolent to her. So followed the blonde woman’s lead.

As she exited the elementary school onto the bus loop it became clear that the authorities barely had a handle on the situation. The men and women were trying their best to organize the children by what class they were in rather than age groups.

The blonde hair woman approached what looked to be a man apparently leading them all. He hid his face behind a pair of dark sunglasses and his black goatee barely hide the amused smirk gleaming across his face.

“Sir, I got another Growndown teacher here.” The blonde woman reported. “I think The Change affected every last member of the faculty and staff here.”

The goatee man considered her briefing, “So it would seem Enforcer Johnston. I do believe The Change of The Seasons has seen fit to turn this entire dammed school on top of its head. I assumed it would be fairly straightforward to locate the Grownups and Growndowns but the fact that every single one of them has changed makes this a great deal more frustrating than it rightly ought to be.”

Enforcer Johnston rubbed her head against the regressed teacher in her grasp, “Should we change our strategy sir?”

Her commanding officer immediately shook his head no, “Take the girl to the designated holding area for Growndowns and Grownups.” The man commanded but as his subordinate began to take off he stopped her, “Where is Enforcer Medlock!?!?!?”

Enforcer Johnston turned and replied, “He went for his kid brother sir!”

“Some first day on the job he’s having.” The man said to himself as he ushered her away. “And who might you be my fair lady? Where you perchance a student here a few minutes ago?” he asked Becky.

“Yeah.” She answered him, “My name is Bec-”

That’s just my nickname, she told herself, I should use my legal name here.

“Rebecca Brownwood.” She told him.

As her full name came out of her mouth she felt fully changed. Becky, the tomboyish preteen girl she had been mere moments ago was forever cast aside. Rebecca, a grown up woman from the future, stood in her place.

“Lovely to meet you Rebecca, I go by Seth.” The mysterious man informed her.

“What is happening?” Rebecca asked him flatly still partly disoriented from her transformation,

The man who went by Seth laughed, “The beginning fervors of societal metamorphosis of course!”

Most of Seth’s words went through the Rebecca’s brain without meaning and yet the woman had no trouble in understanding them, “So this Change of the Seasons you spoke of is responsible for all of this? For me growing up into a woman?”

“Oh come on now Rebecca.” Seth lectured, “You were but a child until just now. Don’t they still tell you all the folktales of this valley? Of the Founders turning the wicked witches into vivacious virgins? Or the First Generation of settlers that joined their families?”

The remaining aspects of her childhood seized onto those stories. She always loved reading The Great Crossing and Remuneration, which told the many stories of the brave men and daring women that heard the Gospel of the Founders and followed the original frontiersmen to their promised paradise on trust alone.

The Great Crossing covered their individual journeys as they fought, struggled, and survived overwhelming challenges that blocked their paths. Eventually they all met one another at the grave of Vincent Wilson and united as a single party known as the First Generation. From there the settlers climbed over the mountainous walls of Old Lake Valley and descended down towards the glorious town on the hill known as New Springs.

They were greeted by the Founders and the reformed witches they had made their wives and were told to drink from the simple stream before them as a reward. Puzzled, but ever loyal to these idealists, the First Generation did as they were told and to their utter shock and disbelief they were transformed into adorable, fresh-faced children. Relieved of the stress and torment they endured as adults, the First Generation became the sons and daughters of the Founders and were raised by them and their loving wives.

The second half of the story, Remuneration, were a collection of tall tales that followed the First Generation’s new lives as youngsters within the valley. Like the story of the two young brothers that manage to build a treehouse together through teamwork and love, to the lone little girl that climbed Mt. Longview and took its name as her own. These were all stories she loved as a young girl, but as an adult she finally saw how fantastical they truly were.

“Those were folklore, myth, legend.” Rebecca denied, “They can’t be real. This can’t be real.”

“It’s all true.” Seth confirmed, “The many stories, the many interpretations, and all of the contradictions in between. That is the power of New Springs. The very same power that turned world-weary adults into joyful children centuries ago now changes an immature girl into a lovely woman.”

“I can’t believe this! It’s so unreal” Rebecca yelled.

“Believe it.” Seth told her and with that the man was gone, vanishing into the crowd of busybodies counting the heads of students around the bus loop.

Rebecca was about to try and pursue him for more answers, but she heard a loud chattering of voices coming up from behind her. A small gathering of petrified parents had shown up to claim their children. The group was led by a plump blonde woman with a chubby face. Rebecca knew her instantly.

“Ms. Axwell!” Rebecca called out.

“What the hell happened here?!?!?!” Melissa interrogated, “The school is in a panic and you’re barely covered!!! Why isn’t my daughter out here?!?!?!?!?”

Melissa Axwell clearly did not recognize her, she barely recognized herself after all, “Ms. Axwell it’s me Rebecca Brownwood.”

“What?” The plump woman said incredulously.

“It’s true Melissa!” she pleaded, “The water system came on during the fire drill and everyone got older or younger all at once! It was insanity!”

“Yes!” Melissa replied, “It sounds like you’re absolutely insane. I’m going inside to find my baby girl right this instant!”

Melissa, seeming taking charge of the small group of parents, stormed into the school, despite the shouting of the Enforcers that began to chase after them. Only one man stood now where the parents had gathered. Rebecca knew him by heart as well.

“Becky…is that you?” her father asked, “This is impossible.”

“It’s me, Dad. It really is.” Rebecca assured him

“You look so much like your mother, its incredible baby.” He said and came to embrace her.

Father and daughter awkwardly embraced one another in the chaos surrounding them. It was very strange for both adults, both were now firmly in their 30’s and only a handful of years apart from one another. Neither of them acknowledged it to each other, but they felt the relationship between parent and child dissipate between one another.

Rebecca, drenched from head to toe in water, strengthened her father’s embrace. Hoping, praying, that they could still be a family together. Her soaked clothes slowly soaked his, leaking through fabric until it made contact with her dad’s tough skin.

“I’ll always love you.” He told her.

Well accumulated by the long hug, the sensation paralyzed Robert Brownwood and began its magical work on the 36 year old man. Robert’s beard receded into his face in a matter of seconds. As soon as Rebecca felt him shrinking, she pushed him away from her.

But it was far too late.

Rebecca watched the regression occurring before her, helpless to help her dwindling father. Inside the school, Melissa was embedded in place. In an instant her heavy adult body was beginning to be shaped that suited a chubby toddler. Overweight fat was replaced by abundant baby fat and the adult woman soon to be baby girl disappeared into her large clothes.

Robert too shrunk into his clothes. His manly muscles were turned into lankly arms of a little boy. When Rebecca uncovered the man turned boy from his adult clothing, she found a little redhead boy that was no older than 6 years old.

As the Enforcers rushed past her into the school to carry out the regressing Growndowns, Rebecca found herself smiling down at the little boy her father had become. His adult mind was unraveling and he was beginning to cry. Rebecca, sensing new motherly instincts, carried out her first real action in her newfound adult postion.

She picked up her former father and held him against her chest. Shushing away his adult worries as they seeped out of his regressed body.

This was going to be an interesting new life for Grownup Rebecca.

Teacher’s Pet will continue in: The Worst Kind of Debriefing[/size]

 

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