When I was  on vacation I stumbled upon four naughty boys. They looked about 26 years-old and t

When I was  on vacation I stumbled upon four naughty boys. They looked about 26 years-old and they obviously did not have strict parents, or had them. At the edge of town they were harassing girls and talking back to adults, all while wearing skimpy shorts. Their muscular bodies intimidated all other people walking by. When I passed them they shouted something at me. I could not make out what it was but their cocky grins made me believe it was a bad word. I balled my fist as I walked over to them. My face was already turning red with anger. I politely asked them for their names. They told me their names were Gaz, Bratt, Drew and Tresh. Typical names for such bad boys. I proceeded to ask them why there were making fun of others and intimidating passing people. The boys just laughed it off. Gaz flexed his biceps at me. I figured it was time to do something about this situation. I raised my hand and snapped my fingers. The world started to shift around us and within seconds we moved place to the courtyard of my school. The boys looked around nervously. They had no way of knowing what was happening. I placed my hands on my back and watched the show before me.First the boys dropped in height. I made sure their age regressed to 18, perfect for boys like them to learn how to behave. I watched as their scruffy haircuts shifted into preppy, neatly combed ones. Next, their shorts all turned dark grey uniformly. The material changed to wool and a white lining appeared on the inside. The pockets disappeared while they all shortened themselves to be the same length as Drew’s (second from right) The elastic backside made sure they stayed pulled up properly. Tight white briefs appeared under the shorts to keep their junk in place. Their socks turning grey too and rising to their knees was amusing to watch. They folded themselves as a yellow lining appeared. They all looked down at the same time in surprise. I laughed while their shoes turned to proper black dress shoes. With their bottoms done white short sleeved shirts appeared. After buttoning themselves a pair of suspenders and a red tie appeared, tightly knotted. Red blazers slid over their shoulders to complete their new uniforms. The changes then stopped. The boys looked at me in anger after checking out their clothing. Bratt was the first to speak. ‘Dude you sick fuck! I look like a dork in this!’ I laughed. ‘You know what lookes even more dorky?’ I snapped my fingers and his hair turned bright red. He looked up, unable to speak. Drew next to him started to laugh, jeez these boys were stupid. ‘Dude you’re never getting laid again like this!’ He said. I raised my hand and snapped my fingers again. ‘Neither are you since you’re not nice to your peers.’ His eyes widened as he cupped his shrinking junk. I made his penis shrink to a microsize and laughed. All boys had lost the same amount of weight in the age regression process and I could see on Tresh’ face that he was glad he was still the biggest. I snapped again and his muscles disappeared and he dropped even more in height. His legs became very skinny while his blazer looked really big on him. Tears filled his eyes when he realized he was the smallest now. I then turned my eyes towards gaz, who was silent the whole time. ‘You need a new feature too, boy.’ I snapped again. He opened his mouth to speak but noticed it was becoming harder. A pair of shiny braces had appeared on his teeth. He tried to speak again but could only talk with a hard lisp. The other boys did not dare to laugh. Well boys, that concludes the physical changes. I can’t do the mental ones so that’s why you’re here. Welcome to my school of recorrection. In the upcoming years you will be taught respect and obedience. You will wear this uniform while you’re hear and if you graduate you’re awarded normal clothing again. If you try to escape before that or fail to pass, you’re stuck in this uniform forever, understand? The boys were filled with fear for me so they quickly nodded. In the distance the school bell rang. ‘Well Theodore, Benjamin, Maxwell and Albert, off to your first class!’ ‘Yes sir!’ The boys shouted in unison.While the former bratts walked away I looked at their bottoms in their tight shorts. I couldn’t help but snap one more time. Their asses inflated into round and firm bubble butts. That would only be of benefit to them in one of their classes: being a good bottom. -- source link

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