Mabel looked across the playground and saw her target, a 3 year old named Jeremy. He wasn't normally a part of
the small group of children she normally cared for, but one of the workers called in sick that day and she
ended up with him. He was the troublemaker of the daycare, throwing things around the room, pulling on
people's hair, ripping the heads off soft toys, screeching like a banshee, never taking his nap, and so on.
Even worse, his bad behaviour was starting to rub off on the other kids, ruining the happy demeanour they
tried to show. Her fellow helpers had tried punishing him as much as they possibly could, but he just makes a
game of it. They've even spoken to his parents about his behaviour but they won't believe that their precious
little angel could do such things. It was time he learnt a lesson or two. She saw the perfect opportunity as
well, as Jeremy was currently throwing sand at the other kids in the sandpit. She strolled up to him and
sternly said "Jeremy! What have we told you about throwing sand? I think somebody needs a time-out". She
picked him up, ignoring his thrashing and his attempts to kick her, and carried him inside the daycare centre.
She passed Elaine and asked her to cover for her kids while she taught him to be more mature. There was nobody
else inside, everyone enjoying one of the few sunny days they got. She carried the squirming boy to the time-
out square and he slumped onto the floor and curled into a ball. She whispered "I wish Jeremy would age 5
years for every minute I decide to keep him in time-out" and that jolt she previously felt occurred again.
Jeremy groaned in pain as he started to grow, but he didn't say anything because he knew that Mabel would ask
what was wrong anyway. He liked it when the day care workers paid attention to him. It's the main reason he
acts out whilst there. He doesn't get much attention at home, not since his baby sister was born anyway. There
was a loud rip as he grew out of his clothes and the pain disappeared. Yet he still continued to groan because
Mabel hadn't done anything yet. After a minute, he turned to the woman who was watching him in amusement. "Why
aren't you helping me? I'm dying over here!" he said in a dramatic tone.
Mabel just smiled at the boy and said "Oh you're certainly doing something, but it's not dying". Jeremy didn't
understand, so he curled back up into a ball and started moaning again. Mabel wondered how he didn't notice he
was almost 10 years older than before she put him in time-out. He was starting to look like a typical
teenager, only without the clothes which hadn't withstood his growth spurt.
She listened to him moan in fake pain for another minute before grabbing him by the shoulder. He turned to her
and said "No, you wouldn't pay att... Wow, why is my voice so deep?". He rubbed his throat, feeling a large
lump where there was normally nothing. Maybe he was sick. He stood up off the floor, where he wobbled and
stumbled on his much larger feet. He gasped, seeing he was now taller than the woman who wouldn't pay
attention to him. Much taller, maybe even a whole foot difference. Having to look down to see her let him
notice just how much he'd changed. His arms and legs were longer and hairer. His torso was toned and there was
a wide line of hair around his bellybutton that led down to a thick patch of hair surrounding his manhood,
which had increased tenfold. Hair was even starting to appear in the middle of his chest. It was all to much
for him and he suddenly broke down in tears. "Miss Andrews! I'm all big and hairy and I don't know why and I'm
scared! What's happening!"
Mabel laughed at the new man. He had to be close to 20 years old now. "Well as punishment for being such a
brat, I decided to make you grow up. Maybe then you'll learn to be a mature, responsible member of society".
Jeremy's mood brightened in an instant. "You mean I'm a grown up now? Wow, this is so cool! I can do whatever
I want". He rubbed the snot away from his nose, his hand brushing against his newly grown facial hair. He
started rubbing his face with a dumb grin. She thought being a grown up would be punishment. Hah, as if! He
was much bigger than his mum and dad now, possibly even older. He could drive, or stay up past bedtime, or
watch those TV shows his parents wouldn't let him, or eat chocolate cake for breakfast. This was the greatest
thing to ever happen to him.
Mabel watched as the man explored his body, possibly closing in on 30 now. She could see his youthful face was
starting to harden, and white hairs were popping up in the beard he kept rubbing. "Well you might think it's
cool now, but until you apologize to me, I'm not letting you out of time-out, and you wouldn't like that would
you?".
Jeremy laughed at the tiny woman. "You can't keep me here. I'm a man now. I have a beard. Nobody stops grown
ups from doing what they want". He reached a hairy hand out towards his cock, wondering why it was so hard and
pointy, but Mabel slapped it away. She didn't want to see such acts performed in front of her, especially by a
3 year old in a 33 year old body.
"Oh but I can keep you here. I mean you're not going to stop getting older until you apologize to me, and
according to my calculations, you are older than meeeeee... Now! So you can stop this while you're still sort-
of young and handsome, or you can be stubborn and eventually stop when you're so old that you don't even have
any teeth. It's your choice". He was definitely showing signs of aging now, a small patch of grey expanding in
the middle of his beard and it looked to her that he was starting to loose his hair. Even his above average
physique was starting to get softer with every passing second. Jeremy seemed to consider what to do before...