Stolen Years

Chapter 1
Stolen Years

Ryan tapped at the door. The bounce in his step as he’d walked through the front garden was evidence of his excitement at finishing his course. He’d been studying history at a London  university and would soon be teaching it himself. As part of the course he’d taken a placement as a teaching assistant in a secondary school. That’s how he met Julie Roland.

Julie wasn’t the brightest student and didn’t seem interested in history or even pay attention in class and her behaviour resulted in her failing the majority of her mock GCSE’s, though she did well in some subjects particularly Child Development. She babysat for her Aunt regularly and talked about the goofy antics of her little cousins in class. After failing her mocks Julie seemed to finally start taking school seriously. Still, she was very behind and ended up asking Ryan for some private tutoring. That’s what led him to the door of Julie’s Aunts house.

He listened intently as Julie ordered her niece and nephew to sit and watch their cartoons while she answered the door. Julie may not be a model student but she has a lovely voice. Ryan first noticed it as he made his way to the teacher’s lounge after another lesson. On the way he passed the music room and heard an entrancing, almost hypnotic voice. He’d had to walk back and peak through the small window in the door and as he did so Julie’s wordless siren song came to an end. As she opened her eyes she spied Ryan’s awestruck face peeking through the window and returned his gaze with a smile and wink. Since that day Ryan had always looked forward to Friday assembly when Julie often sang and Ryan had jumped at the chance when she’d asked him to give her a private tutorial. The first of many he imagined, given how her grades were so poor.

The door swung open and Julie ushered Ryan in with a bright smile. She had a playful and youthful face with a tiny sprinkling of freckles that only appeared in the summer. Her long, wavy hair was a deep brown with a hint of crimson. It trailed down her back and over her shoulders ending a little above where her nipples sat atop two perky breasts. The top three buttons of her white school shirt lay open like a teasing invitation to look at her cleavage below. Long knee socks emphasized her feminine calves and bare thighs that lead up to a full and round bottom, hidden beneath a short school skirt. She walked with a gentle sway of her hips and led a captivated Ryan into the kitchen to sit at a dining table with a fat stack of books a top it.

"Shall we get started?" Ryan put thoughts of the school girl away and looked over the books; English, Maths, Biology and History. "There’s a lot to get through after all. We could be working ’til quite late."

"Oh I’m sure it won’t take that long," she said confidently, as she sat beside him and pulled over the first book. Ryan couldn’t hide his skepticism. He knew all this couldn’t be covered in one week let alone one night. If Julie didn’t realize that then she was more stupid than he thought. Being pretty could only get her so far in life.

"History," she said, "that’s your specialist subject isn’t it?"

"Yeah, I have an amazing head for dates," he wasn’t bragging, he really did have a knack for it but then he had excelled in most subjects at school, something he’d mentioned to Julie in one lesson. Now he’d have the chance to prove it, he thought, expecting her to be quite impressed.

"I think with your help I might have a knack for it, too," she smiled at him. He didn’t know if she was flirting or just being polite. A part of him hoped she was flirting. She was sixteen, old  enough to date him in the UK but there was a six year age gap. Not to mention she was just a vapid teen. She couldn’t engage him on an intellectual level. But still? No. This isn’t why he was here. He put those thoughts aside.

Julie held the History book open on the contents page, sliding it towards Ryan as he leaned over to turn to the chapter he wanted her to read first. She held her side of the book firm and watched his hand as it reached to turn the page.

"Let’s start with..." Ryan began but his head clouded over as he touched the page. No it didn’t feel clouded, it felt empty. He relaxed and his eyelids drooped just as Julies widened. She watched as his head nodded forward and the light stubble across his chin seemed to fade. His thick muscular arm that held the page thinned. His years of weight training at the University gym were now seemingly non-existent. The age gap had lessened considerably. It couldn’t be much more than two years now. She pulled the book aside, closing it quietly and grabbed the next one.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" she said cheerfully while nudging Ryan playfully.

"Uh, sorry. Late night, last night," he lied unsure why he felt so tired, "Where were we?"

"Biology," she said, "I think I need to go over puberty and stuff."

Was that covered in exams? Ryan wondered noting the awkward tone of her voice. No matter, if she said she needed to go over it then it wouldn’t hurt to, even if it was a bit embarrassing. He reached for the book and again felt a dizzy calm wash over him as his head lightened, the weight of his scientific knowledge evaporated. Julie, hand on book, watched as Ryan’s handsome facial features softened. His cheeks gently puffed out, along with his tummy and he lost height by the inch until he was a few inches shy of Julies height.

She poked his face causing him to spring awake. She placed a hand on his leg and whispered in his ear seductively, "there’s a bed upstairs if you want to go and... lay down."

Ryan’s face was crimson with embarrassment. Julie watched the obvious stir in his trousers, and the way he shifted about on the chair uncomfortably, clear markers of a teenage erection.

"What were we doing?" he tried to ignore his stiff little problem, hoping Julie hadn’t noticed.

"Hormones," she said, "It looks like you’ve got a bit of testosterone flowing through you right now."

She grabbed the awkward boner poking up between his legs. He sat there not knowing what to do but relishing the feel of someone else’s hands on his throbbing cock.

"Do you mind if... if I take a peek?" she asked acting shy though she’d been anything but just a moment before, "I really think seeing it myself will help me remember."

"Uh, okay." He blurted out. Not even stopping to think.

She guided him to his feet and dropped to her knees, unzipping his trousers and taking them down with her. His boxers followed quickly after. He hadn’t noticed how Julie briefly stood slightly taller.

"It’s pretty big," she said sounding genuinely impressed as she fondled it. Moving it from side to side and lifting it to look at his balls. Ryan stood up straight trying not let his thoughts wander too far. He didn’t notice his near total lack of pubic air.

"How about we do one more book and then we can take a break and play?" She asked, suggestively.

"Uh, okay." Said Ryan, nervously but still very excited and unsure how he would be able to concentrate with his erection.

"Why don’t you keep the clothes off?" Julie said, slyly, "In case, I need to look again while we read the book."

He nodded, ready to agree to anything at this point. Julie told him to wait right there while she checked on the kids so they weren’t interrupted. He could hear her talking and what he assumed was the TV - it was the sound of a man’s voice and the snapping of a photo so it couldn’t have been the kids. When Julie returned they sat and Julie lifted another book propping it open on top of the biology book.

"Isn’t that a maths book, though" Ryan asked as he reached to flip the book closed to see the cover. Julie held it open and soon Ryan’s eyes drooped shut again. Calculus, Pythagoras, geometry: all but the most basic maths was suddenly emptied from his head. He also lost other memories. He forgot about science and biology entirely. He could still picture his girlfriend from University. He could still see her naked body clearly, but couldn’t picture what they used to do together naked or why he’d be interested in seeing her nude. He couldn’t even picture himself old enough to be interested in girls let alone dating one.

Julie watched as Ryan sunk into his now over-sized shirt paying special attention as his solid erection, shrank, softened and flailed over limp. His dirty blonde hair lightened to a platinum blonde and skin softened becoming pink and smooth. He was much smaller than her now and his tummy and cheeks much puffier. He was now undoubtedly a primary schooler. Taking care not to wake Ryan, Julie unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his loose socks. She gathered the rest of his clothes from the floor, removing his wallet as she did so. She took the clothes upstairs and returned with a plain white polo shirt and grey shorts, the kind worn by primary school boys.  She placed the shorts and a pair of white pants on the floor where his adult trousers had been and slipped the white shirt over him raising one arm at a time as he groggily woke-up.

"Hey, why don’t you put your clothes back on and then we can play for a bit just like I promised? Huh, babe?" she asked her voice a little more sing song than it had been earlier.

"Oh! Umm, what were we going to play? I thought we had work to do?" he yawned.

"We’re taking a break, silly." She ruffled his long hair. It hadn’t shrunk at all and it looked longer on his little head. "Wait here and I’ll get the play dough!"

He hadn’t played with play dough in a long time and although it seemed a bit babyish it would be okay because he’s playing it with Julie and she’s in secondary school. Julie returned with a pot of red play dough and they shared half each because it’s good to share, Ryan thought. Julie split hers in two and started molding them carefully. Ryan tried making a car but it just looked silly so he smashed it flat making Julie laugh. It was hard to reach over the side of tall table so Julie said he could put his legs up and kneel on the chair. She seemed quite tall but when he asked she said it was because she was in big school which they both laughed at. Julie finished making her  play dough things and showed them to Ryan. One was clearly a tall girl in a skirt with big boobies. The other looked like a baby in a nappy.

"Look it’s you and me!" she said.

"I’m not a baby though. I’m big." Ryan protested.

"Well, I didn’t have enough play dough so you’re a baby now," was her answer but it didn’t satisfy Ryan who pushed his bottom lip out in a pout. She just poked her tongue out and said, "You keep playing while I make some dinner."

Ryan continued playing with the play dough occasionally looking around to see what Julie was up to. Ryan heard her in the living room talking and thought he heard a man laughing. It was definitely a man’s voice and not a squeaky high pitched one like his. She’d pulled a white high chair from the living room and put a mat and a bag with some other things on the table. He’d asked what it was all for and was told "for the baby of course!" He thought he’d heard the snap of a camera too but when he turned Julie was just smiling while watching him play with her hands behind her back. When Julie had finished bringing things in she said they should look at one last book before dinner. He took the book from Julies hand and as he did so he felt his knowledge of how to read and write, along with all memory of Primary school pulled from his head. As he nodded off he shrunk further getting much smaller as the primary school clothes sunk around him. He was dimly aware of almost all his remaining teeth disappearing. His sleep was much heavier now and Julie was able to strip him and place him on the changing mat on the table without even a stir.

"You can come in now, Paul," she said fairly loudly, not afraid of waking the little tyke. She stood admiring her handy work. The once confident and intelligent Ryan was now but a cute baby, looking so helpless, not even realizing his predicament. It amused Julie to see him cut down to size. He’d always had an air of smugness about him. Let’s see him try to act above us when he’s pooping his pants at our feet she thought to herself.

"Wow!" Paul exclaimed, "It’s hard to believe that little brat is really that know-it-all teaching assistant." He was a dark and handsome teen. He had neatly styled black hair, piercing eyes and a rogue-ish smile. He was very different to the adult Ryan’s milky skinned complexion and dirty blonde hair.

"Well, I have the pictures to prove it and can assure you he doesn’t know much of anything now. I’m sure he wouldn’t know how to tie his own shoe laces!" she laughed. She snapped off another picture quite pleased with herself.

"Now just hold his left hand while I hold his right and do exactly what I told you." They both held Ryan’s hands and marveled at the change. Instead of shrinking, this time his balls and penis retracted leaving him a precious little girl. His eye lashes seemed longer and his face slightly more feminine. His hair had gone from straight, blond to Julie’s wavy, brown with a hint of red and his closed eyes were Julie’s crystal blue. He was still a sleepy baby not even two years old.

As the change took place in Ryan a similar one took place in Paul. His tanned arms grew muscular, chest and shoulders broader. It seemed as if he’d spent the last three years working out much like Ryan had. That was the obvious change. The less obvious one, that Julie was looking forward to most, took place a little more discreetly. As Ryan’s manhood dwindled and disappeared, Paul’s lengthened and thickened. He grew at least another three inches as Julie learned later.

"Take a picture while I change him," she said handing Paul the camera. "Then you better go look after the kids. We won’t be much longer."

Ryan blinked and seemed to come out of a drowsy stupor. He stopped eating, realizing he had been shoveling a bowl full of spaghetti into his mouth with his hands. Oddly, he hadn’t felt many teeth. He looked up to see Julie beaming down on him. She looked oddly bigger but not from being taller. She should be above him since he’s sat down at the moment and she’s standing, he reasoned. She just looked tremendously bigger all over he couldn’t understand why. It was like he was sat at the front of a movie theater looking up at a beautiful starlet on the big screen. She gave him a condescending, pitiful look.

"Is Ray-Ray a little confuzzled? Is your little head in a muddle?" she sang. Ryan just stared at her, his mouth open and a glob of drool running down his cheek. "Oh dear! You really are clueless aren’t you?"

He took his gaze from her to scan the room. It looked to be some kind of kitchen but he didn’t recognize this place at all. Everything seemed oddly proportioned. He wondered how people could sit in those over-sized chairs or reach across the table. They weren’t like his white plastic chair and table. They were perfectly sized. He noticed the play dough on the dining table, he vaguely remembered playing with some recently, and beside it were the big school books. Yes. They were big school books for kids going to big school like Julie. He didn’t go to big school though. He was going to be a teacher at big school!

"Any ideas yet what’s going on yet, poppet?" asked big Julie.

"I’m gonna be a teacher at big school and you asked me to help ’cos you’re stupid!" said Ryan, excitedly.

"Oh! So that’s what you really think of me, is it?" she raised an eyebrow and her tone of voice had changed, sounding more disappointed, stern and more than a little annoyed. "If I’m stupid then you must think you’re pretty smart. What’s three times three, genius?"

Ryan stared blankly. He knew three came after one and two like when he counted one to ten but he didn’t know what to do with three times three. Julie stood waiting expectantly and he couldn’t answer making him feel uncomfortable. He lowered his head to look away from her and popped his thumb in his mouth instinctively, blushing all the while.

"Come on smarty pants! Show me how much cleverer you are than stupid me. What are you going to teach at big school? You must know that!"

"A, B, C’s," he said meekly through his thumb. He knew it was wrong. Big kids already knew their A, B, C’s.

"Bzzzt. That’s nursery school stuff. What about history? That used to be your favorite, didn’t it, clever clogs?"

History. That was stuff that happened already. Like when he played with play dough earlier.

"We played with play dough and looked at the books," Ryan said, hoping to end this embarrassment.

"Yes, but you don’t remember anything from the books do you?" He didn’t. "Everything you used to know - It’s all mine now. Enough to carry me through school and university, I’m sure. Do you still think I’m the one who is stupid?"

"No." He chewed his thumb trying to alleviate the distracting pain in his gums.

"So does that make you the stupid baby? Say it. Tell me what you are." She admonished.

He was sucking his thumb just like a baby and big boys didn’t do that. He had sore gums and next to no teeth. This was the same kitchen as earlier but everything looked bigger, even Julie. It wasn’t bigger though. He was smaller. He looked down at himself and saw a messy bib and below it a pudgy belly and below that a thick diaper. A nappy! He thought. His eyes started watering from the shame and aching gums. Julie’s words were true. He was a baby.

"I’mma stupid bay-bee." Ryan finally answered, tearfully.

"Aww no need to cry, littlun! You still know you’re A, B, C’s and one, two, threes!" he nodded agreement but was still visibly upset.

"I thought you had a cwush on me but you’re being mean," he said.

Julie laughed, "Aww sorry, Ray-Ray but I prefer intelligent, handsome men not silly and cutesy little girls," she said so sweetly that Ryan didn’t register the insult.

Ryan furrowed his eye brows, he still remembered stuff, and asked, "Den why did you wanna see my willy?" causing Julie to giggle at the infantile name Ryan used for his genitals.

"I wanted to see if your penis was worth stealing to give a little bit extra to my boyfriend, Paul." She corrected him like a parent correcting a child. She began to lean over to wipe the spaghetti sauce from Ryan’s face before a thought popped into her head. Standing back up straight she pulled a camera from the diaper bag on the table and raised it to face him.

"Why you do this?" he asked referring to turning him into a child but Julie thought differently.

"That’s not for little girls to know until they’re older." Ryan sat confused, not quite knowing she was referring to making Paul’s penis bigger or why she’d want that. There was something he used to do with his girlfriend when he was at... where?

"Would you like to see what a mucky pup you are, Ray-Ray?" she asked rhetorically. She’d already taken a picture with the polaroid camera and was soon turning the ejected photo to show Ryan.

"Stop callin’ me Way-Way!" he said shaking his feet and fists in futile anger before fixing his eyes on the picture. It showed a very little girl, with a very grumpy face sat in a high chair wearing nothing but a bib and diaper. Her mouth and hands were covered in sticky, orange sauce.

"Dats not me," Ryan shook his head.

"It’s the new you, Rebecca or Ray-Ray for short or would you prefer Becky? Auntie Sheryl chose it but I guess you’ll be calling her mummy now!" Julie was using the pretty sing song voice she reserved for kids. She finished wiping Ryan’s face and hands with a wet wipe as he squirmed in his high chair. She removed his bib and effortlessly lifted him out of the high chair carrying him against her side, supporting his weight with one hand under his bum making Ryan painfully aware of the crinkling diaper he sported. As Ryan was carried into the living room he cowered close against Julie’s curvaceous body. His face nuzzled her boob as he looked down at how high up he seemed, afraid that Julie might drop him. She set him down in a square play pen and winced as the diaper crinkled loudly beneath him. He could see two bigger kids, a boy and a girl sat on the sofa watching him.

"Is that our new little sister?" the little girl asked.

"Yep. Wave hello to little Ray-Ray!" answered Julie. The little girl did so and Ryan waved back. His thumb had returned to his mouth. The bigger kids were kind of scary and he didn’t want to upset them!

"Ha! He’s really acting like a baby!" Came an oddly familiar voice from a chair across the room. Ryan’s heart sank at the sight of Paul grinning at him. He was suddenly very aware of his diaper and, sitting in a play pen, sucking his thumb, he must have looked like a genuine baby to Paul who looked huge and more grown up than Ryan remembered. Even though Paul was just sitting down he was still more than double the height of Ryan who didn’t even reach Paul’s knees. Ryan was feeling very intimidated, scared and helpless. He had to try to be brave, to show he was still in charge and get them to make him big again since he was supposed to be biggest.

"I’mma big boy," he argued taking the thumb from his mouth and trying to pull himself to his feet with the playpens fencing. "I was the boss and you did what I say. You’re being a weally naughty girwl, Ju-wee! Make me big again or I... Or I’ll... I’ll tell on you!"

Paul and Julie laughed at his infantile tantrum.

"Oh, this one’s fantastic!" Julie said and he realized she was still taking pictures, "I can’t wait to show the rest of the class."

"Pwease don’t, I..." he was suddenly filled with fear, it was overpowering and felt almost physical. He felt a little squirt and his eyes went wide. The kids watched him puzzled not really knowing what was going on. Julie and Paul watched him joyfully and expectantly, they seemed to notice what was happening to Ryan before even he did. The squirt was followed by a warm and wet stream. He looked down at his nappy not wanting to face Julie and Paul as he peed from an unfamiliar orifice. Once his nappy was quite heavy his stomach turned and with tearful eyes he let go of the fence, falling to hands and knees. His bowels ejected their contents with a loud fart, the nappy drooped heavily.

"Looks like you’re the one being a naughty girl, making such big messes in your nappy!" Julie sang. She reached into the play pen and easily lifted up the baby, "Let’s get you changed out of that poopy diaper. Maybe ’Messy Becky’ is a better name after all, huh?"

Ryan sniffled and rubbed his nose into Julies boobs for comfort and to hide his face from everyone. She laid him down on his back on the changing mat on the kitchen table and snapped a picture of the stinky baby who tried to turn his head away in shame at the smelly mess he’d made. She was so glad to get her wish before she’d finished regressing him. Serves you right, you little shit. She then held out Ryan’s driver’s licence that she’d taken from the wallet she’d lifted earlier before handing it to Ryan with a "here" to get his attention. He reached and grabbed it curiously.

"You’re not a big boy called Ryan anymore. You’re a sweet little girl called Rebecca and you love your cousin Julie. Don’t you?"

"Yeth, I wuv you, Juwee," said the little girl.

"Good girl. You don’t want me to change you back. You want me to change your stinky bottom, don’t you?"

"Yeth, pwease change my poopy nappy, Juwee." She asked shyly.

"Hmm, only if you can tell me who is the smartest and bestest girl in the family,"

"You are," she said brightly pointing her hand at Julie.

"Oh, are you sure?" Said Julie, feigning shock then asking quizzically, "I thought I was stupid and you were the smart one?"

"No, you are the smwartist!" she said with a smile and laugh, "I’m jus’ a silly lil’ girl but when I gwow up I wanna be smart jus’ like you!"

"I bet you do," she smirked, knowing Becky would have to work extra hard since she’d stolen Ryan’s natural talent for academia.

"Say cheese!" she said and snapped another picture of the happy little girl in her full diaper.

She finally began changing the nappy.

Before long, Becky was sat down in the play pen in a fresh nappy, smelling of talcum powder. Julie asked her if she knew her "A, B, C’s" and numbers and she recited them with only a few gaps. Julie told her she was such a good girl, smiled, and handed her a block with letters painted on it. Becky felt the alphabet melt away, all twenty-six letters, until lastly "A" disappeared from her head. Numbers soon followed. Her eyes drooped a little and she swayed a bit.

"Aww, say ’night-nights Julie!’" Julie said.

"Nuh -nuh nuh," was all she could manage as the last few words left in her vocabulary disappeared and she shrunk a little further. She’d lost the ability to speak and sit up by herself. She laid on her back looking up at Julie drowsily and Julie started to sing her a lullaby in the prettiest of voices.

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"I can’t believe it’s really him," said Julie’s classmates as they gathered around the pushchair. Becky sat strapped in, bewildered by all the attention she was getting. She recognized the teens gathered round her and even remembered what their names sounded like but didn’t really get how she knew them. She had a funny feeling she used to be even bigger than them but it seemed hard to believe. They were like giants and she felt a little scared at being surrounded by so many of them. Some were handing around pictures saying things like;

"Look how embarrassed he looks,"

"I can’t believe he pooped his diaper,"

"Yeah, even before he finished regressing,"

She knew they were laughing at her and a little part of her felt a funny, bad feeling about that but the laughing was infectious and she joined in. Laughing was fun and fun couldn’t be bad. Julie lifted her out of the push chair and let them hold her and they gave her hugs and kisses. She liked Julie’s hugs the most though.

Julie’s grades improved dramatically leading her teachers to believe she was actually some kind of prodigy and had just been bored with the slow pace of lessons up until then. What’s more, she’d gained Ryan’s interest in studies, particularly History, which made homework easier. She could manage to do her homework in under an hour giving her plenty of time to babysit for Aunt Sheryl. Consequently, she got to spend much more time with her little cousins, Aaron, Anna and of course baby Ray-Ray who she adored immensely. Knowing she had once been a cool and capable young man made her clumsy helplessness all the funnier.

Once she had finished her GCSE’s she stormed through her college A-Levels in a year. Julie soon moved away to London for University but would still come home often just to visit her cousins. Missing a few lectures never affected her studies and she’d much rather be there to watch her cousins grow up. Ryan’s knowledge and drive helped her realize her own potential she’d been too unmotivated to use and combined together she’d become one of the top students in the country achieving much more than Ryan would ever have or Ray-Ray ever could. By the time Ray-Ray was potty trained, Julie had finished University. By the time Ray-Ray had learnt to read her first children’s book, Julie had written and published her second novel.

One day, Julie took time off from writing to spend some time taking in the simple joy of pushing Becky on the swing (Ray-Ray was too baby-ish for a big girl like Becky, she’d been told.) She was so pleased with how her life was turning out and soon she’d be marrying her current boyfriend. It was all thanks to Ryan. This life could have been his, she pondered, but couldn’t feel guilty. Becky was such a happy child and Ryan would have squandered his talent teaching Secondary school and using it to pick up girls. She’d already done more than him at his previous age and still had two years to go before she caught up. No, Ryan was better off as sweet little Becky she decided and she’d make sure Becky grew up to get a good job to suit what talents she had, even if Becky was a little on the dim side. She could be Julie’s assistant or, or the secretary to her soon to be husband, if nothing else. Or perhaps an artist or sculptor, she does love finger painting and her playdough, Julie smirked. Yes. She’d take good care of little Becky.

"I’ve got a question for you, Becky. What’s three times three?"

Becky clumsily counted on both hands. "Ten!"

"Oh, so close, it’s nine!" Julie said, enthusiastically. "I’ve got another one: Do you want to be flower girl at JuJu’s wedding? It’s a very important job and you get to wear a pretty dress just like a big girl!"

"Yesh, pwease! I wanna be a big girl just like you!" said the darling little girl.

 

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