Time passed. At first Becky had had been unable to pull her attention away from her own predicament, self-conscious about the way she looked and was dressed. Former students stared at her, giggling and pointing, or worse, just grinning, as dark thoughts seemed to fill their eyes.
With butterflies in her stomach Becky tried to concentrate on the lesson. The one she would have been teaching. She’d ignored the beginning of it, sure she could pick up at any point. She soon found this was not the case.
Very quickly she realized that she had no idea what Ms. Thomas, Margaret she had to remind herself, was talking about. She knew she should know, that she used to know, but now she just didn’t get it! And then Ms. Thomas called on her.
“Becky, do you know the answer?” she asked sweetly.
The child stared, a blank expression on her face. Muffled giggles rose up around her. She felt embarrassed, exposed, just wanted to go home. Lowering her eyes to stare shyly at her fingers she replied meekly, “No.”
Multiple hands rose to take her chance, Ms. Thomas finally calling on Mary. “Four! The answer’s four.” She called out happily.
“Yes Mary. 2 plus 2 is four. Very good. Perhaps you can help Becky out with her studies.” Margaret suggested. The former teacher’s face turned beet red at the remark.
The lessons continued, and Becky was called on again and again. Every time she just couldn’t figure out the answers, no matter how hard she tried.
“K-A-T.” she spoke carefully between sniffles, enduring yet more laughter from the class.
“Ohhhhh, sorry Becky. You were so close too. Michael, you have the answer?” Ms. Thomas asked.
“Yeah, C-A-T. Even I know that one. Becky really is a baby, huh?” he asked gleefully, not even bothering to use the child’s former title.
“I’m not a baby! I’m your teacher.” She said petulantly.
“Not anymore. Yure just a baby now. You belong back in kindergarten.” A girl remarked, poking Becky on the shoulder.
“Sta-hap!” The little girl whined, tears flowing down her cheeks. “Stop makin’ fun of me!”
“Stop!” one of the boys mocked her, emphasizing her whine.
“Watcha gonna do crybaby?” another asked, pulling on a pigtail sharply and causing her to cry more loudly.
Margaret sat back in her chair, folding her arms and saying simply. “The class seems to be getting out of hand Becky. You don’t seem to be in control anymore.”
Realizing no one was getting into trouble for picking on Becky yet another boy snuck up behind her and reached under her skirt, grabbing the back of her training panties and giving her a massive wedgie.
“Owwwww!” Becky cried, before losing it completely and starting to bawl.
The children pointed and openly laughed at her now, not even giving her the respect of a fellow student. Her thumb returned to her mouth and she suckled on it for comfort, curling up in her seat for extra security.
Ms. Thomas was there soon after. She made sure none of the children would actually hurt the regressed woman, but allowed them to mock her openly, just as she had allowed them to make fun of her little girl.
After more than a minute Margaret finally said to the former teacher. “Do you understand now Becky? How it feels to be small and helpless and scared, and have the only person who can help you, who should by all that’s decent protect you, actually make things worse?”
She kneeled, pulling the sobbing child to her chest and brushing her hair as she continued to cry.
“Shhhhh, there, there Becky. Everything’s going to be fine. You won’t be so mean to little children next time, will you?” she asked softly.
“Uh-huh.” The child grunted softly, nodding her head.
Mary watched the entire heartwarming scene, actually somewhat annoyed at her mother’s actions. She’d enjoyed seeing Becky get what she deserved and did not like how things were shaping up at all.
“Mommy, I think Becky’s lying. I think she should stay little.” Mary said honestly.
Margaret smiled warmly. She’d never intended to make the change permanent, only to teach Miss Allen a much needed lesson. She was about to explain this to her daughter when Becky let out a high-pitched growl and pulled away from her embrace.
“Shut-up! This is all you fault anyway! Just because you were big baby! I hate you!” Becky screamed at Mary, flailing her arms and landing a solid blow across the other girl’s head.
Stunned into a daze Mary lost her balance and fell, striking her forehead against her desk on the way to the floor.
Suddenly Margaret saw blood gush from her little girl’s head and she lunged forward, cradling her baby in her arms. “Mary!” she cried, immediately bringing all her healing magic to the fore. It wasn’t an area of expertise for her, but she managed eventually to stop the bleeding, healing the wound from the inside out, making sure the artery sealed itself and her little girl was truly okay
The room remained in hushed silence as Ms. Thomas brushed Mary’s damp and sticky hair from her eyes, kissing her daughter on the cheek and asking if she was okay. After some tense seconds the little girl’s eyelids fluttered open and she immediately smiled upon seeing her mother’s caring gaze.
“Mommy? What happened?” she asked, reaching a small hand to her head and feeling where the wound had been.
“Nothing sweetheart. You’re going to be just fine. Now just sit down and relax honey while mommy finishes her work.” She replied sweetly.
“’Kay.” Mary nodded, feeling a little dizzy as she sat back in her chair but otherwise fine.
Margaret on the other hand felt anything but fine. Turning swiftly she glared at the blonde haired girl she’d been hugging a couple of minutes before.
Becky’s eyes widened in horror upon seeing the look of pure hatred on Ms. Thomas’ face. She shrank from the terrible visage, shivering and turned to run away, reacting like the child she now was.
A large hand wrapped securely around her wrist, stopping her however, catching her in an unbreakable hold. Becky found herself spun around, both of Ms. Thomas’ hands gripping her harshly on her shoulders.
“You hateful little bitch.” Margaret sneered at her prey. “I was about to let you go. Grow you back up to be a better teacher than before, but I see now that isn’t possible.”
Becky squirmed, terrified and desperate as those enraged eyes bored into her very soul. She had resumed crying immediately, her built in soother locked in place by the hands that held her. “Noooo. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” She whined and pleaded.
“You are nothing but a selfish, pathetic little baby. You didn’t care about my little girl’s suffering yesterday and just now you actually tried to hurt her!” Margaret growled.
Becky struggled harder, trying to pull away from the nasty mean woman who held her. Crying louder. “I be good giwl. Pease, I be good. Make me bigga.” She begged between her harsh breaths.
“You’re lying. Mary was right. I can see that now.” Margaret intoned harshly. “I won’t be making you bigger baby Becky, you will be getting smaller. Soon your size will match your maturity.”
“Noooooooooo.” Becky moaned weakly in defeat. A spark of her old anger took her next. “You big witch! I hate you too!” Suddenly feeling less like a little girl and more and more like a baby Becky retreated inward, blocking out what she could, imagining herself someplace safe and warm. It didn’t last.
A wicked grin came to Margaret’s lips before she spoke next. “Yes baby-kins. I’m a witch. And what do witches do with tasty little morsels like you?”
Becky froze in fear at the statement, a terrified shock running through her body. Before she even realized it she was wetting her training panties, her fear taking her control, which quickly took what was left of her pride.
She bawled like an infant, long wails interrupted only by equally deep breaths. Margaret held her firmly as she shrank, her dress and shoes seeming to grow as her features became ever more chubby and cute.
The black shoes soon loosened, then slid off her rising feet. Gaps opened in her training panties, allowing the excess urine to escape and pool on the floor. Feet and legs increased in baby fat even as they diminished, the short white socks slipping away to the ground soon after.
Becky’s dress engulfed her, but still Ms. Thomas held the wailing child in place, keeping the two of them almost face to face. The soaked panties dipped from their excess weight, sliding partially down the girl’s pudgy bottom. She kicked and flailed her arms, but only succeeded in wiggling her training pants to the floor.
Margaret adored the sight before her, the child turning toddler turning infant. She stopped the girl at one year of age, her tiny round face and button nose made even more adorable by the two golden tails that continued skyward.
Smiling she admonished the still crying baby. “Oh my, Becky baby, you really had an accident there didn’t you? I just suppose we’re going to have to use those diapers after all. Yes we are!”
Kicking her dangling feet Becky tried to squeak a protest but all her words came out as garbled baby noises now. The giant Ms. Thomas lowered her to a dry part of the floor removing her huge dress and leaving the infant naked.
Giants surrounded her. Giants who used to be her students, her charges, but were as terrifying and imposing as the scariest monsters now. She continued her tantrum until a sharp slap landed on the side of her leg. Looking through tear stained eyes she could see Ms. Thomas waving a long finger in front of her face, and just barely understand what she was saying.
“No more fussing naughty Becky. Baby needs her dipee.” The woman said in a scolding tone.
Sticking most of her hand into her mouth Becky tried to stop crying, tried to calm down. Her mood shifted quickly, as it often does with babies, and her terror shrank to a mild sulking. She wanted to be good. Maybe if she were good Ms. Thomas would let her be a big girl again, like Mary.
A frilly pink bonnet was pulled over her head and tied snugly by large hands. She whined a little as her hand, wet with spittle, was pulled from her mouth but relaxed instantly upon its return.
Her cold feet were covered next, warm pink booties pulled on with elastic straps. Then she was lifted, seated again on a very soft surface that felt nice and comfy below her damp and tender tushie.
She shifted uncomfortably seconds later however, feeling a building of pressure in her pee-pee. It was over just as quickly, her bottom warming as she wiggled and sucked on her hand in comfort.
All the giants were staring now, even the not so big ones, many pointing and making funny noises. One noise seemed to be repeated, again and again, but Becky couldn’t understand what it meant.
Margaret smiled at the completion of her work. The self-centered, spiteful teacher who had tormented her daughter so was now just a baby herself. The children were chanting ‘baby’ now calling her exactly what she had called Mary the day before. And she didn’t even care.
Baby Becky sat, peeing into the open disposable diaper below her. Her modesty was gone and she actually smiled back up at Margaret as she drained herself.
“Good baby.” Margaret cooed in a high voice, and Becky bounced in joy, squishing the soaked padding below her.
“She’s really cute now mommy. Can we keep her?” Mary asked.
Margaret shrugged. Faking a pregnancy wouldn’t be very difficult for her to do. “Why certainly sweetheart, but first let’s give Becky one last reminder of what’s happened to her.”
Becky was giddy with joy. Nanna Thomas had said she was good. Soon she’d be big again and she could play like a big girl and not be a baby. Her happiness was broken however as her head spun for an instant. For a moment everything came back to her. She remembered who and what she truly was, she realized the current state and position she was in, and worse, she understood what the children were chanting.
“Becky’s a baby. Becky’s a baby. Becky’s a baby.”
Her saliva-coated hand dropped from her mouth and joined it’s partner to cover her modesty, but they were quickly lifted away by Ms. Thomas’ unstoppable strength.
“No, no Becky. Mommy has to pull your dipee up.” The woman said with a laugh and did, spreading the moist warmth all over Becky’s diaper area. Swiftly it was sealed and Becky sat there, fully diapered, a baby, as her former class gleefully cheered the fact.
“I’m not a baby! I’m not! Please, don’t do this to …… glpmh.” Her protest was halted as Margaret stuffed a pacifier into the baby’s mouth. To her horror Becky found, between her auto-sucking mouth and weak uncoordinated hands, she could not get it out.
“I’ve had quite enough out of you.” Margaret said simply. “You ARE a baby, were even when you were big, and in a few moments you will be a complete one. Oh, you’ll remember you used to be grown up and that you were punished, but every other despicable thought and memory in your head will fade back into your sub-conscious. Even hypnosis won’t be able to get it out for many years to come. My hope is you will turn out better when you grow up this time. I will certainly do my best to make sure you get your share of discipline.”
Becky screamed behind the pacifier and tears returned to her cheeks. She simply could not believe this was happening. She hadn’t even wanted this class. Hadn’t wanted to be stuck with babies and now that’s what she was. All because she’d made fun of one measly little girl. The first child she’d ever punished. “It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair!” she cried in her mind.
Her limbs flailed again as she protested the inevitable, throwing her first of many childish tantrums to come. Her adult mind drowned, smothered in humiliation and denial, embarrassment that she was being punished like a bad little girl when she knew it just wasn’t fair.
Emotions replaced thought, searing, bubbling and uncontrollable. She was engulfed and soon all was forgotten except the wailing itself.
Margaret cradled her new daughter, rubbing the infant’s tummy and rocked her until she calmed down. She honestly was surprised by this turn of events, but did not regret it. Some people were not meant to look after small children, and had she not been here something worse could have eventually happened to one of these darlings. To her Mary.
She intercepted Becky’s final coherent thoughts. “No baby, it isn’t fair is it?” she sympathized. “But life is not. Who knows, you may even thank me for this some day. Though it really doesn’t matter.”
Becky was no longer listening, sleeping peacefully in her new mommy’s arms. Margaret had a few loose ends to clean up but with her magic they would clear easily.
“Class, please sit down and be quiet. I have some things to take care of. Mary, write the names of any who misbehave on the board please.” She instructed, walking to the door with Becky in her arms. She was going next door to ask Mrs. Jackson, the second grade teaching assistant, if she could watch the class for an hour while she got her niece back home.
“Miss Allen has not yet returned and I can’t teach class and care for a baby at the same time.” Margaret practiced in her mind, grinning wickedly. She wondered how cute Mrs. Jackson would find her former co-worker now, she knew the woman loved babies.
Mary’s grin matched her mommy’s. She very much liked the idea of having a little sister to play with and especially liked it being her former mean teacher. Giggling a bit she turned and wrote the first naughty child’s name on the board. ‘Becky’. She was sure any student who read that would definitely behave.
According to Margaret Thomas, Miss Allen had never returned to work that day. The police found her car easily but never a trace of the woman. Margaret was immediately given the class, on a temporary basis of course. As time passed however, the principal became increasingly impressed with her teaching abilities and she was given the classroom permanently. In all honestly he had never seen a group of first graders behave as well. It was almost, magical.
Copyright, Dark Oni May 2002