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Boy Flex [AR Caption] by ARstories
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The Shoreline Redemption 3
An ambitious young mobster goes on a risky undercover mission. Will it be worth the gamble? An age regression story. 4 min read.
Jonathan was in a fizzy euphoria. Soon he’ll be a man again, and he could hardly wait. Buoyant with anticipation, he turned over and over again in his head the message his fellow gang member Jax had sent him the night before:
“Nice job! Operation was a big success, with your info, we took out all the police guards before they could interfere. Just one final operation and we’ll be ready to leave Shoreline. When it’s done, rejoin us at HQ. We’ve got your reversal treatment ready, and the boss has a big reward for you!”
Once he got his manhood back, and saved up enough money, Jonathan fantasized about leaving the gang and moving to some far off place. There, he could live off his loot and perhaps pick up a musical instrument. He had taken a shine to the violin, and had checked out every recording he could find in the public li
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Splash! [AR Caption] by ARstories
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The Shoreline Redemption 2
An ambitious young mobster goes on a risky undercover mission. Will it be worth the gamble? An age regression story. 6 min read.
Jonathan woke to the dull throbbing of jungle drums thumping in his head. He was lying in a small room, a pair of grinning plastic sharks dangled from the ceiling, and a cluttered bookcase sprouted with trophies stood in a corner. A boy stepped into view, reddish copper hair, speckled with freckles, thin and slender like a salamander.
“Mum, he’s awake!” he hollered before coming by Jonathan’s side. “I found you out cold in front of my house. Looks like you fell off your bike. You okay?”
Jonathan groaned. The jungle drums thumped louder.
“You’re that new third grader aren’t you? I’m in third grade too, in Miss Herman’s class. My name’s Roger.”
Jonathan groaned again. Footsteps approached, and a kind, friendly face appeared above him.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
&
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Baby Too [AR Caption] by ARstories
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Literature
The Shoreline Redemption 1
An ambitious young mobster goes on a risky undercover mission. Will it be worth the gamble? An age regression story. 5 min read.
“Mr. Jonathan Avery!”
The boy jolted erect in his seat, as if tasered on both sides.
“So sorry to interrupt your little nap. Now why don’t you come forward to the board and show the rest of the class how to solve this problem? Maybe that might help you stay focused?”
“Yes, Miss Drake.” he said, shirking away from her baleful glare. Rising to his feet, he shuffled down the classroom amid muffled giggles from the other kids.
It had been such a bold and ingenious plan, perfectly suited for an up-and-coming mobster like himself. With the help of an age regression drug, he would go undercover, infiltrate the home of a police detective, and send intelligence reports back to the gang.
Armed with that information, the gang would be able to conduct their smuggling operations with impunity, and once they cleaned house, he would
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Literature
The Dandelion Promise 2
A pair of friends start a new life with the woman they love. An age regression story. 2 min read.
“Cheers!”
Wine glasses clinked, and Dave quaffed his drink with a single gulp. The vintage was unfamiliar, but it paired perfectly with the steak.
“It was way easier than I expected.” he boasted. “Tim is such a chump. It didn’t take me long to wrap him around my little finger.”
“Tim has a heart of gold.” Amy replied in a quiet voice.
“What? Do you still prefer him over me?” Dave’s face flushed, his hands clenching into fists.
Amy ignored him and continued slicing her steak. Dave opened his mouth, but before he could get the words out, his body was rocked by a violent convulsion. A blazing heat shot thru his chest, rippling out thru his arms to the tips of his fingers and down his legs and to the tips of his toes. Amy chuckled as he began to shrink into his clothes.
“Dave, I was so sad when my doctor told me I cou
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Literature
The Dandelion Promise 1
A pair of friends start a new life with the woman they love. An age regression story. 3 min read.
Tim leaned back in his swivel chair, surrounded by a U-shaped skyscraper of textbooks, journals and lecture notes. It was already dark outside, and his head hurt from a day of studying. Probably time for a break and some instant ramen, he thought as he rubbed his eyes.
There was a soft knock on the door.
“Can I come in?”
Tim looked up with surprise. It was his flatmate, Dave. They had met years ago at elementary school and quickly became fast friends. After completing college and winning admission to the same out-of-state postgrad program, they had naturally moved in together.
The past months, however, had been rough. A woman had entered their lives, and they had both fallen head-over-heels for her. Amy was a little older, but incandescently beautiful and delicate as a deer.
Now there was a caustic tension between the erstwhile friends, and sometimes they went for days without
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Literature
Spring Everlasting 4
A teen tries to solve his problems by turning his cousin into a little boy. 2 min read.
“…and then we all flew out to her private island! Can you believe that her birthday cake had loose diamonds scattered on it? And there was this life-size ice sculpture of Michelangelo’s David peeing vodka…”
“Zach! I’m not interested in hearing about your wild parties.” Cayden interrupted as he meticulously brushed a thin layer of translucent powder on his cheeks. They were alone in the dressing room, surrounded by bulb-framed mirrors, and with just a few minutes left to go.
“Dude, you’ve really got to loosen up. Why don’t you come with me to the Maldives next month? It’s a just a few of us, and we’re going to take Brandon’s new yacht.”
“I can’t. I already agreed to headline a fundraiser hosted by Brett’s daughter. Doesn’t it bother you at all? That so many of our friends have kids who ar
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Literature
Spring Everlasting 3
A teen tries to solve his problems by turning his cousin into a little boy. 2 min read.
The door swung open, and Cayden was nudged into a windowless office. Harsh fluorescent light glared from fixtures embedded in the false ceiling above. Before him, a gray man with brooding eyes and a walrus moustache sat erect behind a metallic desk, fingers interlaced.
“Take a seat, Mr. Springfield.” he gestured towards a chair in the middle of the room.
“Why did you arrest me? I never did anything! And… and I’ve seen this before on TV – I get the right to make a phone call, and…”
“Please calm down, Mr. Springfield. You are not under arrest. We brought you here for your own safety.”
“What do you mean?”
“I work for the FBI.” he said in a level tone. “We have been watching Brenda Springfield for quite some time.”
“Mum would never do anything to harm me!”
“Brenda is a brilliant scientist. B
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Literature
Spring Everlasting 2
A teen tries to solve his problems by turning his cousin into a little boy. 6 min read.
When Cayden opened his eyes the next morning, he found his Mum crouched over the table and squinting at an oversized syringe. She was still in her nightgown and crowned with a formidable array of hair curlers.
“Mum, what are you doing?”
“Oh darling, you’re awake!” She shoved the sharp instrument into an orange plastic bin and turned to him with a smile. “Didn’t you say last night that you wanted Zach to be smaller than you?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, all you have to do is to trick him into eating this. I got up early this morning just to prepare it.”
Cayden stared at the chocolate muffin resting on her palm.
“What will that do?”
“It’ll make him six years old again.”
Cayden sat bolt upright in bed. Was this really possible? To turn his overbearing, bossy cousin into a shivering little boy?
“But I ha
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Literature
Spring Everlasting 1
A teen tries to solve his problems by turning his cousin into a little boy. 3 min read.
It was like sleeping under a chainsaw. Cayden jammed his pillow over his ears as Zach let loose another volley of guttural snores from the bunk bed above.
The new year had not been kind to Cayden. It had started with the bombshell from his Mum that his cousin would be moving in with them. Zach lived at the opposite end of the country, and needed a new home after his grandma passed away and there was nobody left to look after him. What Cayden could not understand was why Mum seemed so eager to take him in.
Mum was a famous scientist – she assured Cayden she would win the Nobel Prize some day – but they were always short on money and lived in a cramped, spartan high-rise apartment. And now, after 13 years of being the only child, Cayden was being forced to share his room and his life with this unwelcome new arrival.
Next, there had been the humiliation at the school drama club. He'd been a
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Literature
The Stableboy 4
Summary: A young apprentice wizard finds the path to his true vocation. An age regression and equine transformation story. 4 min read.
Alwyn jolted awake as a splash of cold water hit his face. A boy was standing over him, feed bucket in his hands.
“Are you okay?”
Alwyn sat up, stared at the boy, and abruptly grabbed hold of him. “Mika! What?… Oh my god…” The elf ran his fingers over the boy’s body, closing and healing the wounds inflicted by the innkeeper’s whip. Then he placed his hands gently on Mika’s shoulders, shut his eyes and concentrated.
“It’s a strong spell, but I think I can reverse it.” The elf started tracing a series of runes on Mika’s chest, but before he could finish, the boy seized his hands and pushed them away.
“Huh?” Alwyn looked up with surprise.
“I’m fine. Help him first.” Mika pointed at a quivering stack of hay in the corner.
The elf stared at Mika for a
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Literature
The Stableboy 3
Summary: A young apprentice wizard finds the path to his true vocation. An age regression and equine transformation story. 4 min read.
“Hey bro! Here comes a good one. You ready?" Aubrey shouted, a bright smile on his face.
Mika groaned as the little boy stuck out his posterior and let loose a particularly loud and lurid flatulence. A nearby donkey pricked up its ears in surprise.
“What do you think? Awesome yeah?”
“Yes, yes. Very good.” Mika sighed. He still felt a pang of guilt, but his minimized warrior companion seemed to be having a jolly good time.
Aside from announcing his farts and demanding Mika rate them for volume, odor and duration, Aubrey’s new pastimes included chasing barnyard animals, rolling around in the mud, and yodeling off-key at the top of his voice, a remarkable sonic agitation that sent crows squawking in panic from the fields. He was timid though, afraid of his own shadow, and clung tightly to Mika at night as he slept, somet
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The Stableboy 2
Summary: A young apprentice wizard finds the path to his true vocation. An age regression and equine transformation story. 2 min read.
The transformation from wizard to stableboy took a lot out of Mika. For a long while, he sat in a coma-like trance on the stable floor, stunned by his predicament.
Finally, the thought hit him – Audrey! How stupid could he be! He needed to find her immediately and go after the innkeeper. The two didn’t like each other but they were partners, right? Mika raced back to Lavenguard’s inn, scrambled up to the guestrooms, and after much searching finally found Audrey's room.
The swordswoman was still wearing her armor and in the middle of practicing with her sword. She turned around as Mika barged in and frowned. "You must have got the wrong room."
"P-please Audrey. You have to help me..." Mika pleaded.
Audrey's eyes narrowed and there was a hint of steel in her voice. "Look, kid. I don't know how you found out my name, and I don't know what
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The Stableboy 1
Summary: A young apprentice wizard finds the path to his true vocation. An age regression and equine transformation story. 3 min read.
A young woman in armor walked down a dirt path. Following close behind her was a shaggy donkey, several bags of coin and plunder belted to his saddle.
“With your muscles, Audrey, I don’t see why I needed to turn into a pack mule,” the equine muttered. Mika was a wizard’s apprentice. His master had sent him to accompany the mercenary Audrey in order to gain some combat experience.
“It’s about the only magic of yours that works, Mika!” the warrior woman retorted. In their first battle together, he had set her hair on fire with a wayward fireball, and then buried her in a snowdrift in an attempt to put out the flames. After that, she hadn’t allowed him anywhere near her in a fight, forcing him to remain in his equine form and watch as she twirled blades and cracked skulls. So much for combat experience.
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Hello! I write short stories and captions about age regression (where adults are turned into children). Feedback and comments are always welcome ^.^

"The job of good fiction is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable."
- David Foster Wallace

"Art is the lie that shows us the truth."
- Pablo Picasso

"Not all who wander are lost."
- J. R. R. Tolkien

[ My Stories ]
The Playmate (12 min read)
An unhappy young man impulsively agrees to meet with an online friend.

The Witch's Pet (3 min read)
A man makes the mistake of denying candy to a trick-or-treater on Halloween.

Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

The New Boy (4 min read)
A teen turns the tables on his older brother.

Survivor (3 min read)
A woman agonizes over her husband’s return to boyhood.

The Stableboy (12 min read)
A young apprentice wizard finds the path to his true vocation.

One Christmas Morning (4 min read)
A weary man awakens to a new beginning.

Scaled Down (9 min read)
A washed-up pianist tries to masquerade as a child prodigy.

A Forgetful Day (7 min read)
A man slowly adjusts to his new reality.

The Imaginary Friend (15 min read)
A teen wins the girl of his desires, but not in quite the way he imagined.

72 Little Moments | My Second Childhood (2 min read)
An age regression line poem.

The Dandelion Promise (5 min read)
A pair of friends start a new life with the woman they love.

Spring Everlasting (13 min read)
A teen tries to solve his problems by turning his cousin into a little boy.

The Magic Kingdom (9 min read)
A father and a son get a second chance to realize their dreams.

The Christmas Wish (13 min read)
A lonely man receives a special gift from a young boy.

The Painted Boy (6 min read) - Mature Content
An arrogant & greedy executive goes on a life-changing treasure hunt in the Amazon.

Madison Springs (10 min read)
A troubled cop finds relief at a rejuvenating hot springs resort.

Ask Anne (Agony Aunt Letters - Series)
An advice columnist with supernatural powers helps folks with their troubles.
The Jealous Brother (7 min read)
A college student is turned into a little boy by his brother.

The Video Game Addict (3 min read)
A woman is frustrated with her husband's immature behavior.

The Reluctant Father (3 min read)
A man resents being forced to look after his baby daughter.



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Boy Flex [AR Caption]
To stay within dA's terms of service, I'm limited to publishing a cropped version of my photo captions. You can find the full version here.

Feedback and comments are always appreciated ^0^

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If you enjoy age regression themes, I have more photo captions here. But most of what I write are short stories, do consider checking them out:

The Witch's Pet (3 min read)
A man makes the mistake of denying candy to a trick-or-treater on Halloween.

The Playmate (12 min read)
An unhappy young man impulsively agrees to meet with an online friend.

Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

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An ambitious young mobster goes on a risky undercover mission. Will it be worth the gamble? An age regression story. 4 min read.




Jonathan was in a fizzy euphoria. Soon he’ll be a man again, and he could hardly wait. Buoyant with anticipation, he turned over and over again in his head the message his fellow gang member Jax had sent him the night before:

“Nice job! Operation was a big success, with your info, we took out all the police guards before they could interfere. Just one final operation and we’ll be ready to leave Shoreline. When it’s done, rejoin us at HQ. We’ve got your reversal treatment ready, and the boss has a big reward for you!”

Once he got his manhood back, and saved up enough money, Jonathan fantasized about leaving the gang and moving to some far off place. There, he could live off his loot and perhaps pick up a musical instrument. He had taken a shine to the violin, and had checked out every recording he could find in the public library, playing them over and over again in his room.

Drifting down the school hallway on a cloud of ecstasy, he very nearly missed Roger. The boy was leaning against his locker and staring down at the ground. To Jonathan’s surprise, his face was bathed with tears, and there was a disheveled and wild look about him.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked.

“My dad got shot…”

“What?!”

“His squad was out last night trying to hunt down a drug smuggling gang…”

It was as if a lightning bolt struck Jonathan’s head.

“Your dad is a cop?”

“Yes. Both my parents are cops. Didn’t you know?”

Jonathan swallowed hard. “Will he be okay?” he said.

“The doctors said it’s fifty-fifty…”

Caught off-balance, Jonathan felt a growing sense of unease seep into him. It wasn’t his fault, was it? I mean, how could he possibly have known? Besides, it wasn’t like he pulled the trigger right?

Roger had to leave halfway thru the school day to go to the hospital, and he did not return over the next few days. Jonathan’s thoughts careened off one another like bumper cars. He struggled with what he had always believed, that if he wanted to survive and get ahead, he needed to watch out for himself first. And right now, there was nothing more important to him than getting his manhood back, and he couldn’t afford to get distracted.

Later that week, while still wrestling with his inner discomfort, he received another text from Jax:

“Final operation set for tomorrow night. Thanks for the coordinates on the cops. Good news – we got a batch of new automatic assault rifles. This time we’ll pump them so full of bullets they’ll never bother us again.”

A chill shot down Jonathan’s spine. Was Roger’s mum on duty tomorrow night? He realized he didn’t even know her name. Surely not – she’s got to be looking after her husband right? But what if…?

Jonathan tried to calm himself. Even if the worst happened, he reasoned, Roger still had other family members – grandparents, aunts, uncles. He’ll be just fine. Why should he be so worried about that kid? In a couple days, he’ll be gone from Shoreline, and the boy will be quickly forgotten, just another insignificant footnote in his life.

He burrowed back under his blanket, tossing and turning, dueling with himself. As he drifted into a fitful sleep, the chorus of the Brahms lullaby surged thru him again, dislodging a long suppressed memory he thought he had walled off and buried deep away.

He was back in his childhood home, hiding in his room as his parents yelled at each other. There was smashing glass, shouts of pain, then the deadly bark of gunshots. And then sirens, the body bag, blood everywhere, that eerie look in Dad’s eyes, the social worker telling him everything was going to be “just fine”…

Jonathan shot bolt upright on his bed, tears streaming down his face, his pajamas drenched with sweat. Clenching his fists, he leapt to his feet, plunged into his closet and seized his phone.

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The summer rain drummed the surface of the swimming pool. Metal spoons scrapped the sides of bowls as Jonathan and Roger finished the remainder of the ice cream. They were sitting in their swim trunks along the side of a long plastic table, scattered with plates of Roger’s birthday cake, and sheltered by a red striped tarpaulin. All the other kids had left as soon as they could.

“I guess that it really was a dumb idea to have a pool party.” Roger grumbled.

“Sometimes, things don’t turn out the way you hope.” Jonathan replied. “You’ve got to make the most of what you get.”

They sat together in a companionable silence, watching the rain come down in horizontal sheets.

“So your dad finally went back to work?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes, though he’s super upset that he missed out on all the action.”

“Action?”

“Didn’t you hear? That drug gang they had been pursuing for months somehow walked straight into a trap. All the members were either caught or killed. Mum told me it was very strange, as if someone had deliberately guided them to their doom. Anyway, it’s the biggest win for the police in years, and everyone got medals or promotions, expect for him.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

The wind slung around a pair of plastic chairs and tumbled them into corners. Torrents of water ran down the side of the tarpaulin and splattered on the concrete ground.

“Miss Olga told me that she’s never seen anyone pick up the violin as quickly as you.” Roger said.

“Oh? Why did she mention that?”

“She said that if you keep improving at this rate, you might be good enough to play a duet with me at the Christmas recital.”

“I think the right question is whether you will be good enough to play a duet with me at the Christmas recital.”

“Oh yeah?” Roger gave him a roguish smirk. “You know, sometimes you can be so annoying. And, you still haven’t given me my birthday present. Did you forget to bring it?”

“Ah… yes.” Jonathan reached into his swim bag, pulled out an envelope and pushed it over.

“What’s this?” Roger ripped the envelope open to find a pale blue card with a grinning cartoon shark. Scrawled in a looping handwriting were the words “Happy Birthday Brother!”

With a pealing shriek, Roger shot out of his chair like a rocket and glommed himself onto Jonathan.

“ARRGH! You get off of me!” Jonathan gave the over-excited boy a shove, causing him to stumble backward and fall with a huge splash into the pool. After a while, Roger resurfaced, spluttering and giggling. “The water’s warm! You coming in too?”

Jonathan hesitated. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if this would be an acceptable thing for a grown man to do. Then he glanced down at himself, and with a wistful shrug, sprinted towards Roger, yelling “Geronimo!” as he cannonballed into the water.

Bursts of laughter erupted from the pool, fluent and fluid like a stream, echoing off the walls, interlacing with the shimmering rain, and rippling outward like a crazy animated collage of richness, lightness, silkiness, and gaiety.

 
The Shoreline Redemption 3
Chapter 1 (5 min read)
Chapter 2 (6 min read)

Feedback and comments are always appreciated ^0^

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If you enjoy age regression themes, I have a handful of photo captions here. But most of what I write are short stories, do consider checking them out:

The Witch's Pet (3 min read)
A man makes the mistake of denying candy to a trick-or-treater on Halloween.

The Playmate (12 min read)
An unhappy young man impulsively agrees to meet with an online friend.

Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

 

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Splash! [AR Caption]
Due to a recent purge on dA of AR photo captions, I'm publishing thumbnails instead to avoid getting my account deleted. Thanks for your continued support!

Here is the link to the full version:

Feedback and comments are always appreciated ^0^

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If you enjoy age regression themes, I have more photo captions here. But most of what I write are short stories, do consider checking them out:

The Witch's Pet (3 min read)
A man makes the mistake of denying candy to a trick-or-treater on Halloween.

The Playmate (12 min read)
An unhappy young man impulsively agrees to meet with an online friend.

Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

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An ambitious young mobster goes on a risky undercover mission. Will it be worth the gamble? An age regression story. 6 min read.




Jonathan woke to the dull throbbing of jungle drums thumping in his head. He was lying in a small room, a pair of grinning plastic sharks dangled from the ceiling, and a cluttered bookcase sprouted with trophies stood in a corner. A boy stepped into view, reddish copper hair, speckled with freckles, thin and slender like a salamander.

“Mum, he’s awake!” he hollered before coming by Jonathan’s side. “I found you out cold in front of my house. Looks like you fell off your bike. You okay?”

Jonathan groaned. The jungle drums thumped louder.

“You’re that new third grader aren’t you? I’m in third grade too, in Miss Herman’s class. My name’s Roger.”

Jonathan groaned again. Footsteps approached, and a kind, friendly face appeared above him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Jonathan.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Not so good…”

“Can you remember your parents’ phone number?”

Jonathan recited the digits. She gave him a reassuring smile, and left to make the call.

A familiar jingle caught his attention, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Roger perched at the end of the bed, bent over his phone. Yanking himself up, he crawled to the boy’s side and peeked over his shoulder.

“You want to have a go?” Roger asked.

Jonathan practically snatched the phone from Roger’s hands, and was still playing when his foster mother arrived to take him to the doctor’s.

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Over the coming weeks, Jonathan sought out Roger whenever he could. The boy had just moved to Shoreline after his dad had been transferred. He was a little shy, but amiable and easy-going, and crucially for Jonathan, generous with his phone. It was also a bit of a relief to have someone at school he could talk to, even if their conversations were mainly about the games they played together.

As the school year rolled on, Jonathan was confronted with another unexpected feature of Shoreline Elementary’s curriculum – mandatory after-school swimming lessons. Never keen to be reminded of his prepubescent body, he found the whole experience of lining up in speedos with the other kids particularly galling. At least his rejuvenation had wiped away all the scars, tattoos and lumps, leaving his skin smooth & flawless.

To compound Jonathan’s embarrassment, the students were divided up by skill level, and the other third graders, who had taken lessons in previous years, were assigned to the “Stingray” or “Pike” level. Jonathan had never swum in his life, and so found him relegated to “Polliwog” with the first graders, some of whom he swore were still wearing swim diapers.

He was sullenly holding onto the pool’s edge, practicing kicking water with his legs, when Roger walked by and squatted down to face him.

“You know, at this rate, you’re still going to be a Polliwog next year.”

Jonathan scowled at him.

“Would you like some help?” Roger asked.

“Don’t you have to take these lessons too?”

“I’m exempt. I’m on the school team.” Roger slid into the water beside him. “Come on! All the coaches know me, they’ll be cool with it. Just watch and copy what I do.” He proceeded to trace out the arm motions for the front crawl.

Figuring he had nothing to lose, Jonathan let the boy guide him, and after a few lessons, he had improved to the point where he could splash his way across the pool’s width, albeit with Roger treading water alongside him and occasionally supporting his body. That got Jonathan promoted to “Jellyfish”, and he was feeling pretty pleased with himself as they walked back together to change in the locker room.

“When is your birthday?” Roger asked.

“November.”

“Mine is in August. So that means you’re younger than me.”

“Urm… okay.” Jonathan shot Roger a glance. The boy seemed nervous.

“You know how hard it is to make friends when you join a class in the middle of the year? And I don’t have any brothers or sisters, so it’s kind of lonely. I… I was just wondering if… you’ll be my… little brother?”

Jonathan’s eyes widened, and he had to fight the urge to sock the boy in his chin. Be his little brother? What the heck was this squirt thinking?

Then again, he couldn’t afford to draw more attention to himself, and he certainly did not want to endanger his continued access to Roger’s phone. He struggled to find the right words, but saw that Roger had already deduced the answer from his expression.

“It’s okay. Nobody has ever agreed.” Crestfallen, he was trying hard to smile.

“I…”

“It’s okay. Really.” Roger placed his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “I’ve just… always wanted a brother. Sorry, I didn’t mean…” he trailed off and paused for a very long while.

“So… did you want to borrow my phone again?”

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PE was one of the few school periods Jonathan enjoyed. Despite losing his strength, he still retained his skills and agility, which gave him an easy advantage over the other kids. Today they were playing indoor hockey in the gym, and he was having a swell time twirling his hockey stick around.

As the plastic puck sailed thru the air, he aimed and swung hard. There was a mighty thwack, but instead of streaking towards the goal net, the puck veered off into the adjoining gym where a class of fifth graders were doing a relay up and down a rope. There was a loud bellow of pain as it slammed into a thuggish, barrel-chested boy.

“Sorry!” Jonathan shouted as he retrieved the puck from under the fifth grader’s furious glare and returned to his game, not giving the incident a second thought.

That proved to be a mistake, because later in the changing room, he felt two pairs of arms grab him from behind and lock him in a full nelson. He writhed and struggled as they stripped him, but the fifth graders were too strong.

He was dragged like a jaybird thru the changing area, where the other kids stared at them like a herd of cows, and then thrust out the doors into the hallway. A pair of girls were walking past, and they twittered as he clasped his palms to his groin and flushed red. Turning, he tried to force his way back into the changing room, but his assailants were leaning against the door.

A muffled voice was shouting inside, which he recognized to be Roger’s. There was a sharp yelp, and the pressure on the door eased. Jonathan pushed his way back in, just in time to see a fifth grader with a bloodied nose grab hold of Roger like a sack of potatoes and plow his face into the wire mesh of the lockers.

The other fifth grader lunged at Jonathan from the side, hoping to catch him off guard, but a swift kick to the boy’s crotch sent him crumpling to the floor. With a flying leap, Jonathan threw himself at the bloodied fifth grader, knocking him backward against the wall and forcing him to let go of Roger.

As he staggered to regain his balance, Jonathan leapt forward and smashed his fist again and again into the fifth grader’s face. While his matchstick arms didn’t pack much power, the fifth grader screeched so loudly that his voice reverberated throughout the school. He only stopped when the kids scattered and the coaches ran in to find out what all the ruckus was about.

+--+--+

“You know you should have stayed out of it.”  Jonathan repeated.

“It was two guys on one. And they were much bigger than you.” Roger replied. “I always watch my friend’s back.”

Something stirred deep inside Jonathan. Nobody had ever said that to him before. As long as he could remember, he had only cared about himself. It was his way for surviving in this cut throat world. But could there be… another path?

It was beginning to rain, little drops driven sideways across the car’s windowpane, streaking and dotting the glass. The boys were sitting together in the back seat, Roger’s mum was driving. Roger’s right cheek was still a kind of zombie blue even though a couple of weeks had passed since the incident.

Jonathan hadn’t wanted to go on this trip, but felt somewhat obliged. Roger had been getting bored with his piano lessons, and his mum had come up with the idea of bringing him to a classical music concert to spur his interest. Anticipating a mind-numbingly dull evening, Roger had begged Jonathan to come along.

Jonathan had never been to a concert in his life. Sometimes, others in the gang would turn up something on the radio involving heavy beats and discordant shrieks, which was about as close to music as he got.

The concert hall was cavernous with marble floors, grand staircases and fluted columns that soared to a dimly frescoed dome. Jonathan fidgeted on the plush velvet seats as the house lights went out and a thin man in a black suit strutted out in front of the orchestra to thunderous applause.

He raised his baton, and the sounds poured out, the lower notes like bellows, the lyrical voices of the strings clear as if flowing out of a pure thin pipe, spreading thru the hall like a glaze. The harmonies were strong and round, with a great brightness and glitter. They excavated deep into Jonathan, into the fibers of his being, into the armored interior chambers, awakening a part of him he didn’t know still existed.

From deep in his core, in extraordinary flashes, he felt a long forgotten melody surge up thru his feet and up thru his chest and into his heart. It was Johann Brahms’ Wiegenlied, the lullaby his mum had sung to him every night when he was little, before alcohol and violence had destroyed both her and his father.

Jonathan let the music lift and envelop him in a transcendental haze. What if things had gone differently? What kind of life might he have had? What kind of life… did he want?

 
The Shoreline Redemption 2
Previous Chapter (5 min read)
Final Chapter (4 min read)

Feedback and comments are always appreciated ^0^

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If you enjoy age regression themes, I have a handful of photo captions here. But most of what I write are short stories, do consider checking them out:

The Witch's Pet (3 min read)
A man makes the mistake of denying candy to a trick-or-treater on Halloween.

The Playmate (12 min read)
An unhappy young man impulsively agrees to meet with an online friend.

Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

 
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Baby Too [AR Caption]
Full version in my gallery

Looks like our pair of former older siblings are going to be having some diapered playtime together :D

Feedback and comments are always appreciated ^0^

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If you enjoy age regression themes, I have a handful of photo captions here. But most of what I write are short stories, do consider checking them out:

The Witch's Pet (3 min read)
A man makes the mistake of denying candy to a trick-or-treater on Halloween.

The Playmate (12 min read)
An unhappy young man impulsively agrees to meet with an online friend.

Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

 

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SilverWolf097 Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Do you have a blog?
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ARstories Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018   Writer
Hello! I don't have a blog, though if you're looking for my caption gallery you can find it here 
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josephlee222 Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2018
Do you still have the foreign exchange agents regression story? If you got, can you send me the image?
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ARstories Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2018   Writer
Sure here's the link to my caption Foreign Exchange.
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cyberduality Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2018  Student Writer
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BIG 'THANKS' for the watch
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ARstories Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2018   Writer
You're welcome! :D
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bikkri Featured By Owner May 29, 2018
If you want, you can always turn to Dreamtales Comics for inspiration, given that it has both male and female age regression in its vast library of comics. You can start with reading Olympic Trials or The Age Vampire, with both of them being free to read online. Of course, this is still just a suggestion.
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ARstories Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2018   Writer
Thank you very much for your recommendation!
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bikkri Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2018
Oh, and might I also suggest the book “Happy Birthday to Me Again” by Brian Rowe? It’s a decent male age regression story.
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