Francisco waited in his classroom for the last of the people to leave the school. Finally, the football practice was over and the last of the students and teachers were gone. The only person that would be left would be the security guard….and he never came out of his office during the summer sessions.
Francisco grabbed his pants, boxers, shoes, socks, tie and his briefcase. Clad only in his now too long dress shirt, the thirteen year old man darted out of the classroom, down the hall to the parking lot door and headed for his car. He didn’t run into anyone, thank goodness!
Francisco unlocked his car door, threw his clothes and briefcase in and sat in the driver’s seat. “What the fuck am I thinking!?” he said to himself, “I’m too short to drive now!” He got out of the car and then he remembered his cel phone in the briefcase. He could call Marco to come get him! He had been so upset at becoming a young teen again, he never thought to call from the classroom.
He reached into the case in the car, took out the cel phone, popped up Marco’s number and started to hit “talk”….then a hand came from behind and snatched the cel phone. Young Francisco turned around and was face to chest with Juan. “I don’t think you need to call anyone little man. You have an appointment with my fist…remember?” Francisco pushed Juan with all his might…he hardly budged. “Give me back my phone you shit!” Francisco said while trying to reach it held up high in Juan’s hand. Juan’s three stooges…Ed, Dom and Joey…giggled every time Francisco’s shirt tail went up and exposed his lightly haired privates. Juan grabbed Francisco’s shirt just under the collar and pushed the regressed teacher into a puddle on the ground…hard. “You want your phone?Here, go get it!” Juan threw the phone into the parking lot where it smashed into pieces. Mr. Mendes saw his last chance to contact Marco for help destroyed…of course, he had no idea that Marco himself had been transformed into a nine month old baby at that time.
Juan turned to Ed, Dom and Joey, “Grab him guys and drag his little ass to the locker room.” They pulled Francisco out of the puddle and literally drug Mr. Mendes to the locker room. He tried to fight all the way, but it was no use.
In the locker room, the boys threw Mendes onto the floor. Juan had them hold Francisco down while he balled his hand into a fist. “Oh this is going to be a pleasure. I get to beat the shit outta you Mendes.” Juan said. “I still Mr. Mendes to you Juan!” Francisco shouted. Juan laughed, “You!?...You’re just barely out of grade school….You’re no mister!” Juan reached down and grabbed the already tattered and muddy dress shirt. He ripped the front open taking off the buttons and then ripped the whole shirt off. Francisco was now totally naked. Juan put his hands under Mendes arm pits; he could barely feel the few, small strands of new hair. He then lifted Mendes up, “Ok guys…here’s your lesson in puberty for the day… see how far our little man has to go to be a big man. Here are the very early stages of puberty. Guess this is a wasted lesson, we’re all much more developed than this…been there…done that!” The guys laughed. Mendes didn’t like being on display and ridiculed. His little dick hanging in mid air with just a small patch of pubic hair was humiliating. Juan bought him down to eye level…Francisco’s feet still off the ground and Juan’s hands still under Mendes’ pits. Francisco looked Juan in the face, “I don’t know how you did this to me Juan, but you better change me back into an adult right now, young man!” Juan looked astonished, “Oh Mendes, I didn’t do this you. If I could, you’d be in a diaper shitting yourself right now. No little teach, this is just an unexpected dream come true for me…and now you’re gonna get it!” Juan balled his hand into fist.
Just then, Francisco had that strange feeling again. Right in Juan’s hands and in front of his three stooges, Francisco began to get smaller. His pubic and pit hair now going away. His dick and balls becoming tiny. “Not again!” he yelled as his voice got higher.
Juan smiled and turned the little man to a mirror. Francisco looked at himself, “Oh NO! I’m only six years old now!” Juan sat down with the boy still in his arms, “Yeah and it’s no fun to beat up a little kid like you…no challenge.” Then Juan turned the naked boy don across his lap, “Guys, hold this little runts hands and feet!” Ed, Dom and Joey did as they were told. Juan looked at Francisco, “But it’s gonna be fun to spank you ‘Mr.’ Mendes!” “Nooooo!,” Francisco yelled as Juan’s big hand came down again and again spanking a huge red spot onto six year old Francisco’s butt.
Francisco could not tolerate the hard blows for very long. Try as he might, the tears finally came from the pain he was feeling. Juan let out a laugh tossed the little naked boy into a corner…hard…and right onto his raw butt. “This has been the most fun day of my life!” Juan said, “Oh I hope you’re in a diaper soon Mendes. This is so fucking great. C’mon guys!” Juan and his boys left. Francisco just cried buried his head into his knees.
Just then, Chris, one of the students who had witnessed his regression in class stepped out of the lockers. Chris was thirteen, had a light but tone build and was also in the early stages of puberty. He was in Jeans, a tee shirt, sneakers and glasses. He had really thick brown hair and blue eyes…he also had a crush on Francisco. He never wanted to act on it…after all, Mr. Mendes was an adult, but there had been hope when Mr. Mendes regressed to his age…but now, it was an impossibility again.
He walked over and kneeled down to little Mr. Mendes, “Chris!” Mendes said, happy to see a friendly face. “I’m sorry Mr. Mendes,” Chris said, “I saw you going to your car and I was going ask how you made yourself so young. Then I saw Juan break your phone and drag you in here. I lost track of you in the building and came in just as Juan had finished spanking you. Chris helped the naked boy stand, and then he asked, “Can I help you get home.” Little Mendes just nodded “yes”. “Well, you can’t walk home naked even at six years old.” Chris said. Chris then took his own tee shirt off and put it onto Francisco. It was like a dress on the little boy…going down to little Mendes’ ankles. Francisco was in awe of how good looking Chris was…but then again, Chris was now older than him and he was a little six year old. Any little kid would be in awe of some older kid taking care of him.
They left, no one was around…the Security guard was still in his office and unaware of anything…then they started walking to Francisco’s house.
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Meanwhile, at the house, Ric, Josh, Salvador and Peter were playing with nine month old Marco on the floor.