Shane Walters Regression

Shane was your stereotypical college quarterback. He was about 6’1” all muscle, brown hair, and blue eyes. It’s easy to tell that the ladies loved him. Unfortunately Shane was in his last semester spring semester and in the fall semester he had led his team to a disappointing end as well as injuring himself. Because of the poor success of his season and his injury he was going to be completely left out of the NFL draft, which was not only his dream to accomplish but also his parents’.

His father had a solution though. Recently there was a process, if you were rich enough, where you could be physically and/or mentally regressed. The doctors at this office make a personalized injection for each individual so that if the buyer chose it could return the patient’s memories and knowledge back to the age they were being regressed to, or made to remember everything and/or certain things. Shane’s dad was going to take full advantage of this.

When Shane and his dad walked in to the office Shane thought, “Wow, this place is really nice and a really expensive looking office.” There were crystal chandeliers, granite floors and counters, big led TVs everywhere, and really expensive chairs and couches in the waiting room. “Why are we here again dad?” “This is your new primary care doctor Shane, you are just getting a physical and he will check your knee to make sure everything from your ACL tear is on track for healing properly,” Shane’s dad said lying through his teeth. Shane was gonna ask more questions when a nurse yelled “Shane, Shane Walters, we are ready for you.”

The two men walked back to what looked like the very back room of the office. Upon entering they found this room was either really old or being remodeled. It only had a couple of chairs and nothing else in it inside. “Please excuse or mess guys,” the nurse said, “This room is currently in the process of being remodeled,” confirming what Shane, thought.

It seemed that as soon as the nurse left that Dr. Brooks strode in. “Hey fellas,” the Dr. said charismatically, “man you sure have grown since the last time I saw you Shane, I remember watching you play middle school football when you were just starting to emerge as the star quarterback you are now. So sorry to hear about your knee but don’t worry we will take care of you! You are gonna feel so much better when we are done too.” Doctor Brooks said happily. “Ok no for a quick physical exam. Shane please remove your shirt.” Shane did as he was told and threw his shirt to his dad. The Dr. Brooks then took out his stethoscope and listened to Shane’s breathing, heart, and stomach. Then pushed on his huge six pack asking “Had any stomach pains or anything today?” “Nah im good.” Shane responded. “Ok well lets get this booster shot in ya and we can call it a day,” the Doc said. “Whoa whoa, weren’t you going to look at my knee?” Shane asked slightly worried. “No its ok this shot will boost your immune system immensely it will make you feel nice and limber and even more youthful again.” Brooks explained. “Only bad part is, is that this injection has to go into your butt.” Shane was used to getting shots and had gotten his fair share even in his hip/butt so he pulled down his shorts and boxers on one cheek and quickly felt the sensation of cold alcohol followed by a quick prick of his skin followed by a pretty intense stinging sensation. “This medicine may sting quite a bit going in,” Dr. Brooks said, and you may want to sit down”

Shane suddenly felt dizzy and instead of choosing to sit in one of the chairs went over the wall and slid down it into a seated position. “I… I dOOn’t feel soOO good.” Shane said his voice full of cracking and changing. Dr. Brooks quickly closed the door and pulled some clothes out of the cabinet that still lined the wall. Shane saw through his dizziness that he had a small pair of shorts a shirt and boxers meant for a kid it looked like. All the items had cars on them too. Cool cars that Shane used to be obsessed with. He was still feeling very dizzy and was really unsure about what was going on. He felt this odd sensation of vertigo as suddenly he felt his body start to compress on itself. He looked down to see his massive pecs and abs shrinking to and spasming as they became smaller versions of themselves. He also noticed his head was closer to the ground and that his trail of hair leading to his manhood was starting to fade. “Wha…what are you doing to meEE” he said through voice cracks. “Son we are returning you to your middle school days when you first were getting good, no injuries or anything and you will still have all of your football skill and knowledge just nothing else.” “WHAt do you mean..” Shane said but his voice trailed off as the memory inhibitors kicked in. He was forgetting everything he knew and everyone he knew from his time in college. By this time the Doctor had guessed he was about 15 or 16 by the smaller amounts of muscle, voice cracks, and hair on his arms and legs. His muscle was starting to get that gangly look of a teen. While his voice was at least half an octave higher. The hair on his arms and legs had had faded near his upper arms and thighs and became the blond fuzz most boys have in there youth. His six-pack had shrunken down into a four pack and was well on its way to the undeveloped abs of a boy as were his pecs. He felt another quick jump downwards as he hit 14 he was really getting small now. His muscular V shaped torso had become a bony gangly looking T of a youth. His necklace that was once tight around his shoulders and neck hung loosely in place.

And finally the sensation of vertigo seemed to be lessening as what seemed like his age settled on 12 or 12.5. He was a kid again. Just barely starting puberty. In his dizziness he managed a quick look down at the waistband of his shorts, which hung loosely to his tiny hips. And saw what was lacking in the rest of his body definitely was in his shorts. He saw everything down there clear as day and he hadn't seen that since he was a kid. He only had a smattering of hair at its base and it was so small. Suddenly though he shook his head and he remembered that today he was getting his physical to start middle school football. Shane had just gotten to 6th grade and was so excited.

“Can I take off these big shorts they are scratchy,” Shane asked sounding just like he had when he was 12. “Sure Shane we will leave and you can slip your clothes back on just leave the shorts we used for your examination on the floor.” Dr. Brooks said as he and Shane’s dad left the room.

Shane walked out of the room fully clothed in a Ferrari t-shirt, red shorts, and Nike shox. “Ready to go!” Shane yelled excitedly. “So he remembers nothing except for what he learned in football right?” Shane’s dad whispered to Dr. Brooks. “Yup he’s all yours to make into an NFL legend. Might want to change his name though.” “Ya know Shane I think you should go by your middle name buddy, Riley is a good name.” Dr. Brooks said as he crouched down to Riley’s level. “I like it too! Riley Walters, Dad can that be my name?” “Sure….” Riley’s dad hesitated, “Riley sounds good to me.” Dr. Brooks looked back and winked at them as he walked away happy with his newest creation.