Dropout

Chapter 1
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Steve was strapped to the table. One more shock would do it. Steve had volunteered for a scientific study, he hadn’t known what it was at the time or he would not have signed the forms giving his consent for participation. With every zap he was getting younger and younger and by now he was just a small child.

Steve soiled his diaper again as his excess body mass converted into human waste and a surge of disgust welled up inside of him as Alice Burns came over to change him and tighten the straps that bound him. “Don’t worry, honey, this will all be over soon.“ she said as she slid his garment off his weakened and enfeebled body. Alice seemed to be enjoying this, as did all the white-coat science freaks out there.. He had no idea that Alice actually was a white coat and performed experiments like this, she was just a fairly young professor that Steve had for his Calculus class. She took a new diaper which she dressed him in. Steve could have escaped several times already if this experiment weren’t so fatiguing, Steve‘s deconstruction really took its toll on his body and mind; he had a serious headache and his whole body felt like lead. As Steve squinted up at the light he tried to remember how he had gotten himself into this predicament…

***

“Oi, Steve! Ya ‘bout ready? This is gonna be a really crazy night.” Lawrence Simons announced as he burst through the door to Steve‘s apartment. They had been planning this night for ages. First, they would hit the club, and after all the lap dances they could handle they’d hang out at the bar for a few hours, go back to Steve’s place, and watch porn while they drank beer and smoked weed. This was the typical birthday celebration they had. They were both dealers so they had a pretty hearty supply and with the demand for weed around the college they had a little extra spending money than the average college student.

“Yeah, Lawrence. Just let me find my shoes.” Steve Hurst replied. He had just turned 20. He had some pretty tough exams for later that week, but fuck it all! Today was his birthday and it was the one day he’d never blow off. The past few years he’d just wing it come exam time, and he actually did alright every time, even if he staggered into class drunk. After putting on his black sneakers, they headed toward the green Chevy Prism that his friend owned. This was a night they’d be talking about for the next few weeks, everyone was always talking about the misadventures of Lawrence and Steve, even though it really wasn’t high school anymore.

***

“Show me some ID,” said the really big, black guy behind the table. Steve hoped they hadn’t forgotten their IDs since this guy looked like he wanted to just literally throw people out. After they produced their licenses they were charged ten bucks each, given beads, and admitted into the club. They split up to go look for their favorite strippers. Steve stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the most unexpected familiar face that he had not planned on meeting tonight, Professor Alice Burns, Calc Class.

“Hi there, Professor Burns.” Steve said. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Well, aren’t you funny. No, I don’t actually work here. I know the owner and I lost a bet with him, so now I have to work here for the night.” She responded with her dry, intellectual voice that annoyed the bejesus out of Steve during class. “Shouldn’t you be studying tonight? I’m giving you your final tomorrow if I remember correctly.”

“Well, I probably should, but today’s my birthday; fuck everything else!” Steve replied. Aside from it being his birthday, he always cheated on assignments anyway, but as he had yet to get caught for it he figured everyone else was in the dark on that.

“In that case I wish you a happy birthday. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work at the moment…” Now he was curious as to what his teacher could do since she was working there that night. He’d give her a shot, fair game after all. She turned to walk away, but as she took her first few steps, Steve grabbed her wrist. She sighed as she looked down at his hand.

“Wait, professor. May I have this dance?” Steve teased. She wasn’t getting away that easy. Steve’s professor gave him the look then with her other hand rubbed her fingers together, which prompted Steve to release his grip on her wrist and reveal a twenty dollar bill from his wallet, which she snatched from his fingers. They found a place upstairs to get it over with.

Steve felt blown away as Professor Burns worked his crotch. She obviously had quite a bit of experience at this since she surpassed Steve’s favorite girl, Teresa, who in Steve’s opinion happened to be one of the best. When she got to massaging Steve’s face with her boobs Steve ejaculated, which caused him to turn bright red with embarrassment.

“Oh, wittow Stevie had an assy-den‘t, wes he did,” the professor taunted. Steve knew he’d be thrown out for this if he got reported. Instead, his professor offered “I’ll let this one slide on condition that you take a bet with me, alright, Steven?”

“Uh, yes, anything! Just pu-leez, PLEASE, don’t tell anyone!” he hissed. This could not be made public; it could hurt his side business if people knew about it, aside from that she had lost her bet with the club owner, so she obviously couldn’t be very good at betting.

“I’ll bet you that you won‘t finish your exam tomorrow. If you win then I’ll give you full marks on your exam. All you have to do is pretend to take it and I’ll give you all possible points, but you must finish the exam . If I win, then you have to participate in one of my studies.” She explained. Steve was really embarrassed at his situation and agreed to her conditions for the bet. He’d drink tonight anyway since it was his birthday and all, but probably not as much. “Alright… you better go get cleaned up before somebody sees you.” With that, Alice Burns left Steve to escape for himself. He knew if he were caught then he would not be welcome back in ever again, and everyone would end up hearing about this. Carefully and quietly, Steve sneaked out past everyone to get back to his friend’s car, where he waited patiently for Lawrence to return.

Lawrence returned to the car about fifteen minutes after Steve got in. He opened the door and greeted his pal. “Man, I’ve been lookin’ all over for ya, where’ve ya…” Lawrence waved in front of his nose in response to the odor that filled his car. “Dude, it reeks in here, you didn’t just rub one off, did you?”

Steve turned red. He’d rather not talk about it, but it was his friend’s car that was giving him his ride home. “Uh, I kinda didn’t make it through my dance tonight… let’s skip the bar and just watch a movie instead.” Lawrence agreed to this and they went to a seven-eleven to pick up their beer for the night. Since Lawrence was 21, he could buy the beer this time instead of them going in and hoping their facial hair merited the clerk not carding them. They were good on their stash of pot since they were both dealers, so they went back to Steve’s apartment and after Steve got himself cleaned up they watched The Human Centipede as they smoked pot and drank beer. Steve was so embarrassed about that night that he took a lot more hits than he usually did and drank almost all the beer. Lawrence knew not to ask questions and just watched the movie in silence. The events of that night would be discussed with nobody. They’d make stuff up for sure, but no one would get Steve’s story of what happened at the club.

***

Steve woke up late that morning. It was past eleven in the morning and he was supposed to be in class by noon. He staggered out of his bed and into his living room to see Lawrence still snoozing on the couch. Lawrence wasn’t even in school so he just left him alone. He had to make it to class and get through the exam so he’d pass the class, his parents would quit helping him out with school if he failed. The money he made from dealing weed helped support his fun on the side, but his parents’ financial support was what had landed him in school, and he could not screw that up. He grabbed his keys and stumbled out the door. He almost tripped on his way to his car. He figured as long as he looked like he wasn’t drunk or high that his professor would just assume he’d been having fun since it was his birthday and all, but cared enough about his grades to hold off from going all out. He somehow managed to drive two miles in lunch traffic to get to class. He pulled up into the parking lot closest to his class and parked in the closest spot to the building, even though that wasn’t his parking spot. He usually tried not to be such an asshole, but today he was really pushing his luck as it was just minutes to the test. He got out of his car and rushed as fast as he could to class without drawing any attention.

Steve staggered to a desk. He hoped Professor Burns wouldn’t notice how hammered he was. As she started handing out the exams, one whiff was enough to tell Alice that Steve had been drinking last night, but just how drunk was he? Steve was determined to hand in the test no matter what it took, but as he moved from the first page to the second page of the exam, Steve shut his eyes…

Steve awoke to a sharp nudge directed at his arm “Steven, you lost,” the professor told him in that annoying intellectual voice as he opened his eyes. The rest of the class was gone and there was drool all over his exam. “Now I kept up my end of the bargain and never told anyone about your ‘mess’. Now you keep up your end and sign this waiver form. Meet me at my office tomorrow at noon and we’ll begin the experiment.” Steve groggily scribbled his signature onto the form then wiped his saliva off the exam and asked if he could still get a grade on it, but Alice rejected it.

He’d just get the experiment over with and be on his way tomorrow, maybe convince her to give him that grade while he was at it. It took effort, but he made it home for the night, where he finished off his stash of weed. All this weed would make it far less embarrassing and help him get through this ‘experiment’ or whatever she was gonna make him participate in. He’d worry about restocking later, his suppliers knew he could sell whatever they gave him, so he wasn’t at all worried about that.

***

It had been hours since they had started and Steve was wondering if anyone was the least bit curious of his whereabouts. He dealt them their weed, sure they were fairly high prices, but his stories of the things he and Lawrence did around town were at least entertaining enough to justify the difference in the going rate. He felt his mind slipping. Trying to focus on his life and the fact that his brain was commissioning his own deconstruction was making his headache even worse. The fact that he was stoned wasn’t helpful at all either. When he looked up at the clock he noticed that it was either eight or nine. How did a professor have this kind of equipment stored away at a mere college? What would happen after he went missing? His last few attempts at speaking had not been successful at all since he was having trouble recalling mere words.

“Aw, don’t worry honey. We’re almost done, then little Stevie won’t have to worry about that mess he made last night at the club, no he won’t.” Steve could barely understand her words. He knew she was taunting him, but that was about all he could make out. “Gyubasa” he blurted out as she changed him into a smaller diaper as he had filled his current one. He wanted to tell her he hated her. Strong emotions were at best the most his mind could comprehend at the moment. He went from Depends down to Pampers in a matter of eight hours, this shit was horribly embarrassing to say the least. Even though his failed attempt at a word didn’t convey his message, his eyes told her all that he wanted to say.

“Now, that’s no way to talk to your professor, is it, little honey bunny?” she scolded mockingly “I may just be tempted to turn you back into the little sperm stain you are if you keep this up.” Steve knew she probably wasn’t kidding either, even though he couldn‘t comprehend the exact words, he knew what she was planning on doing to him. He’d always cheated on every assignment she’d given. She was probably insanely pissed that he’d somehow managed to pass her class thus far. He left no traces, but he hadn’t earned an honest grade since his freshman year in high school.

Steve was probably one or two at the most. He figured his age was stabilized for the moment as she got her computer ready to send a final signal to his brain. He didn’t understand anything at all anymore. This last one would probably kill him. He was somewhat panicked. He was losing his grip on his mind. As the last pulse entered his body, everything went black…

***

Alice Burns spent a few hours cleaning up the lab. First, she shut down the super computer which she had used, then she stored all the wires, straps, and machinery she had used in their proper storage units. She sanitized the table, cleaned the floor, then took out the trash. As she headed out to her car, several people asked her if she had seen Steven Hurst, since nobody had any idea where he was. She knew they wanted pot from him, but wouldn’t acknowledge that she knew. Her response was the same inconclusive answer every time: she had no idea. He could be anywhere, anywhere but in the lab. She had done such a thorough job of cleaning up that no one would possibly find any traces of him. She had wiped down everything she even thought was a stain from the table to which Steve was strapped. That said, the experiment as to how far the body could undevelop before it stopped was inconclusive. With the push of a button on her keys, she unlocked her Honda and opened the door. As she got into her car she reached into the back seat to grab a hold of a tiny leg protruding from a car seat. “Sorry about that, sweetie, mommy took a bit longer than she originally thought.” she told the infant that was strapped in her back seat. She had always wanted a kid, but hardly had enough time to meet the right man… until last night, that was.