Forced Ageplay Stories

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A law school student on the cusp of graduation discovers that his kid brother has other plans for him. 7 min read. “Sky Blue, Sky Blue, Not Me, Then You!” Austin chanted, tapping around the ring of sneakered feet. “You’re It!” he pointed at his brother, and the knot of kids dispersed up the play structure, clattering over scuffed metal steps, swinging up neon yellow poles, hanging off stiff nautical ropes in the shape of a giant spider’s web. James counted out loud to 10 before charging upward, flailing out his arms as the others dodged and scattered, avoiding the “lava” woodchips below, laughing, shoving, shrieking. Sunlight, sifted by foliage, cross-hatched the playground. A hour went by before Austin ran up to and flopped over his mum’s knees, communicating his total exhaustion. James followed close behind, hair glued to his forehead, his fluorescent t-shirt see-through with sweat. They strolled home through neighborhood streets
A law school student on the cusp of graduation discovers that his kid brother has other plans for him. 8 min read. James knew something was wrong the moment he opened his eyes. The swirly five-pointed stars, shooting comets, and ringed planets he thought were hangover hallucinations from last night’s Smirnoff binge turned out to be a set of glow-in-the-dark decals glued to the ceiling. He sat up, blinking in the morning sun, wide bands of light streaming over sheets freckled with cartoon helicopters, fire engines and garbage trucks. Confused, he rolled off his bed and found himself tumbling into thin air, breaking his fall at the last moment by seizing hold of a railing. This wasn’t his college dorm room – the walls were lined with finger paintings and curling watercolors, the shelves piled high with Lego blocks & misshapen ceramic animals, and a pair of chunky plastic chairs squatted around a neon round table plastered with Trader Joe’s stickers. There was an e
A college student goes on an unexpected online date. An age regression story. 13 min read. A muffled roar and a fusty breeze heralded the subway train’s arrival. The roar grew deafening as it squealed to a stop and its doors slid open. They boarded, and Blythe chuckled when Jason peeled off his shoes and socks, clambered up and knelt down on the hard plastic seat, pressing his face against the window. The train had barely left the station when her phone erupted in a series of angry buzzing. Must be Mum again, she gnashed her teeth as she swiped away the stream of alerts and turned off notifications. Ever since what had happened with Richard, her mother had become excessively protective, and was no doubt seeking real-time reports on her date. It was so irritating. As they turned, a sudden lurch sent Jason’s bag sprawling to the floor, spilling out a bunch of plastic pens. When she reached out to retrieve them, she glimpsed the lettering on the side: Wakefield Sexual Addictio
A college student goes on an unexpected online date. An age regression story. 4 min read. Blythe sat in the middle of the bustling coffee shop, surrounded by people nibbling pastries at small marble tables, little yelps and laughs from their chopped-up conversations raining down around her. White-gold sunlight seeped through the plate-glass windows, the air was fragrant with croissants, cinnamon & butter. She held the string of her tea bag, swaying it back and forth in her cup. Richard liked to say that swaying the tea bag brought out the best flavors in tea. Richard would have approved of this date too, though not her chosen attire. Her big brother liked bold, flamboyant colors, but she’d gone with a woolen sweater that he had once compared to an airport carpet, straight black jeans, and Tretorn sneakers with short socks, what she wore every day to lectures and to the computer lab. Getting out of bed these days was hard enough, and she didn’t have the energy to dress up, w
A grade-schooler visits his former teacher. An age regression story. 6 min read. I was bummed when Mom told me that I had to go visit Mr Harrington at his house this afternoon. Mr Harrington used to be my school teacher, until an accident turned him into a little boy. His mom said that he had been unhappy and crying a lot, and thought that having another boy his age over to play with would cheer him up. I found it strange that Mr Harrington was sad, since he could now play video games and eat ice cream all day. And I was not so sure he would be happy to see me, given that he used to yell at me and my buddies in class, saying that we were impossible and making us stay after school, like the time we covered Roger the class rabbit with glitter and set him free at recess. I told Mom that I wanted to go with Jerome and Ethan to the park instead. We were really going over to Rowan’s house to play a zombie shooting video game that had lots of blood and guts, but Mom liked me to be activ
(Warning: This story contains things. A LOT of things. Its possibly the roughest and dirtiest story I've written, though non sexual) Bill walked happily down the side walk. He loved walking this way home- the woods lining his path on the left, and across the street, the big, beautiful houses, all of which reminded him of home. He had to get off the bus a few stops early to do it, but it was worth it. He glanced at his watch, 5:30- later then usual, but that shouldn't be a problem. There was a rustling in the forest beside him. He stopped and glanced into it, but couldn't make anything out. He kept walking. Somehow, though he had walked this path a thousand times, that small sound made him nervous. There was another. He stopped and looked again, and so nothing. Suddenly a shaped popped out of the forest. Bill gasped as it flew toward him. It landed a few feet in front of him, turned right, and bounded down the street. Bill sighed as the small white rabbit went along, barely noticing him
A teen uncovers an inconvenient secret about her past. An age regression story. 5 min read. “Nathan’s caught the age regression virus!” one of the girls shouted, and there was general pandemonium as the other students crowded around the shrinking teen, phones raised up and recording. Panicking, he managed to extricate himself from his fallen trousers and tried sprinting to the exit, slipping and sliding over his floppy loose socks. But then his changes began to accelerate, his hands withdrawing into his shirt sleeves, his torso slipping down into his jacket like a collapsible tin camp cup, his hair lightening to a choirboy blond as all traces of puberty deserted him. He’d barely made it off the dance floor when his waiflike limbs stumbled and he collapsed with a squeaky yelp. As he struggled back to his feet, his suit slid clean off his dwindling frame, revealing a tadpole body with a birdie rib cage and sharp angel shoulder blades. “Help!” he scream
A teen uncovers an inconvenient secret about her past. An age regression story. 10 min read. Lena patted him on his back, comforting the boy the best she could, rocking him gently in her arms, while the steady thunder of her heart pounded through her chest. “Dad?” “Your mum used her magic on me.” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “She thinks she erased my mind, but I managed to hang on.” “Why did she do this to you?” “Because I wanted to tell you the truth. I think you’re old enough to know.” “The truth about what?” “Your parents, Lena. You’re a smart girl. You already know I’m not your real father, right?” “Yes, but do you know who my real father is?” “I know I did, but I can’t remember anymore.” The boy shivered again. “Your mum’s spell is slowly freezing the adult part of my mind. It’s like I’m floating in a lake and the w
A teen uncovers an inconvenient secret about her past. An age regression story. 6 min read. Lena leaned back in her flecked plastic chair at the back of the classroom. A fresh spring breeze sifted through the open windows, carrying the scent of cut grass. “Place your homework sheets on the desk.” the teacher said as she strolled down the rows, inspecting the results through little butterfly-wing bifocals perched on the tip of her nose. She paused when she arrived beside Nathan Shapiro. Lena craned her neck and saw the paper in front of him was blank as a pitcher of clean white milk. She and Nathan had been friends since second grade, he was a kind boy, one of the few who didn’t tease her and call her by her nickname “Lena Lamppost”. Everything about him was angular yet soft – the way his linen shirt tucked into his khaki pants and his brown hair fell over his eyes, and she felt a warm, comfortable affinity with him. Over the preceding months, puberty
A high schooler swaps ages with his little sister. 5 min read. “Something for me?” Robert said as he laid down the tools on his lab bench. “To thank you for your lovely birthday gift.” Isabel smiled. “It’s a surprise. Can you close your eyes?” “Sure.” He hopped off his stool, the lab’s machines humming around him. She gestured to Jimmy, who she’d snuck in earlier, and passed him the handle of one of the spare age swap devices that had been left lying around. “Here, reach out your hand…” she said to Robert, wrapping his fingers around the other end. The tiny lights on the contraption blipped, and Robert let out a startled yelp before withdrawing his hand, but it was too late. He felt his height plunge, his glasses slide off his dwindling face, and his scattering of body hair recede and then vanish altogether. His cherished growth spurt went into abrupt reverse, dragging him forcefully back into boyhood.
A high schooler swaps ages with his little sister. 5 min read. “Suspended?” “Yeah, didn’t you hear?” Aaron said. “Why are looking for him anyway?” “My physics project.” Isabel replied. “I need his help with fine-tuning my model. Claudia said Robert’s the best person to ask.” “She’s probably right.” He sopped up the juices from the pot roast with a heel of bread. “He’s smart. And he’s a good guy.” “A good guy? Why?” “We’ve been playing football together since we were little. He’s the worst player ever, I never understood why he didn’t quit sooner, and we all gave him a super hard time. Yet he never held a grudge, he still helps me with my algebra when I ask.” Aaron smiled and rattled the ice pellets in his plastic cup. “Thanks for lunch. This was great!” “I’m sorry for bailing on our date…” “
A high schooler swaps ages with his little sister. 6 min read. James thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and admired himself in the bedroom mirror. He looked dramatic, with his flopping auburn hair and the sleeves of his plum purple dress shirt rolled up, revealing the squared-off blocks of his forearms. Just the thing to impress Claudia tonight, the high school footballer thought, along with the art-house movie and the Tuscan-style pizzeria where they could snuggle over a raspberry tartufo. “Big bro! Big bro!” A pig-tailed girl with fractured blue eyes bounded in like an excited puppy. “Look what I won!” “Not now, Izzie. I’m busy…” “Please… please… it’ll just be a minute…” James placed the bottle of cologne back on his dresser. He adored his little sister, an incandescent first-grader who looked up to him. “Okay. Just one minute then. What’ve you got there?” She produced a neon-
An unfortunate high-schooler gets cursed by his ex-girlfriend. An age regression story. 3 min read. Maple was retrieving her backpack from her high school locker when the shouts rang out. They were coming from the cafeteria commons, she recognized Harvey’s voice at once, shot through with terror, and she sprinted in his direction. There was a small crowd, food trays upset on the floor, Harvey in the midst of it all, being circled by Tara and two other girls – more of Mason’s minions – lips puckered, ready to strike. In a flash, she was by his side, whirling her backpack like a war hammer, driving off the trio. “Maple!” Mason roared in his whisky baritone. He was standing on a bench, Broncos cap reversed on his head, arms folded so that his biceps swelled beneath his balled fists. “I don’t get what you see in that loser. Or should I say… diaper boy?” With a flying leap, he advanced on them, minions in tow. “Leave!”
An unfortunate high-schooler gets cursed by his ex-girlfriend. An age regression story. 3 min read. “I’ll have the Ratatouille.” Maple said. “Excellent choice, mademoiselle.” the waiter said in a faux accent. “And for our young monsieur here?” “We’re going to share.” “Of course. I’ll bring an extra plate.” He glided away, fingering the plug in his ear that extruded a corded coil into his collar. “Isn’t this place so romantic?” Maple said as she leaned back, taking in the flagstone courtyard, the trickling fountain in the corner, the huge twisting sycamore stretching up above them. “Uh-uh.” Harvey leaned forward from his booster seat and sucked the final drops from a cartoon plastic cup, pegging the ice with the straw for more. “Oh don’t be so grouchy.” “I’m sorry. I guess I got my hopes up too high.” They had spent the better part of the day ta
An unfortunate high-schooler gets cursed by his ex-girlfriend. An age regression story. 4 min read. The warm evening light fingered the neighborhood streets with long slender swatches. Maple strode briskly down the sidewalk, oblivious to the cars that drifted by silently, pinked by the setting sun. Thoughts clattered around in her mind like dice in a cup. There was Mason, the football captain. She hadn’t found him especially attractive – a little marsupial face balanced atop a weight lifter’s torso – but had been flattered by all the attention. He perched atop her high school’s social hierarchy, and while she was pretty enough – short and compact, with the round eyes and symmetrical features of an anime heroine – she was nothing like those spandexed slyphs with dramatic legs who typically hung off his shoulders. Dating Mason had been a lot of fun, at least initially. He was flamboyant, rapturous, wild like a tiger. But he also had an exhibition
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