From Soccer to Paci-Sucker || Age Regression Story

Chapter 1: Defeat is not an option

"I need the opposite of steroids," Oliver said to the drug dealer

"Huh, weed? That's 20$ per -" answered Geoff. He was known to hold every kind of legal or illegal substance, most people come to him for weed or md, not Oliver, not this time.

"No, no. Not weed. I don't want him to get high. I want something that will...you know, make him a bit less focused, maybe gain some weight but something temporary" Oliver said

"That still sounds like weed, dude. Munchies can give some weight, you just need a lot of weed. That's 20$ per-"

"For fuck's sake. NO WEED." Oliver yelled

"Shh shh you dumbass, you want to bring the cops here!? Be more specific. Do you want to poison someone? What's the deal?" Geoff was perplexed about Oliver's intentions

"Remember Iyad, from school?" It's been almost 2 years since they graduated

"Yeah, yeah, your boyfriend" Geoff wanted to end this conversation and go on to sell more weed to kids

*sigh* "We are friends. That's not the point. There's a huge game in several months, and my scholarship depends on it. The problem is Iyad is on the other team, and he is sooo good. Even though his team is lame, he motivates them. Now...If he goes out of commission for several months, not forever, just a bit, to let me rise to the top, that'll be great"

"You know you can just hire a juicy bird to seduce him and then break his heart 3 days before the game" Geoff suggested, "I know someone, she'll do it for weed, that's 20$ pe-"

"Shut up about the weed!" Oliver snapped "He's not really interested in girls"

"O.K then hire a beefy hawk to seduce him and break-"

"I don't think he's interested in guys either. He only cares about soccer. I just want some chemical that'll solve this issue, you know?" Oliver said desperate

"Sounds good. So when you're in prison, will you snitch on me?"

Geoff said calmly, with a clear sub-sarcastic tone

"What? I won't be in prison"

"Best player in the city, maybe even the country, is knocked down suspiciously and you think they won't do blood tests or other exams?"

"Just give me something untraceable and cheap. You're a pharmaceutical legend, Geoff, cmon, no one else would be able to solve this issue" Oliver hoped his praises were actually true

"Well...It's not as good as weed, but it'll do. I got a shipment of long-term sphincter relaxers from this weird psychiatric clinic. They do age regression therapy on troubled people"

"I have no idea what you just said," Said Oliver

"A sphincter relaxer will weaken the muscles around the sphincter, this, in turn, will make the subject mostly incontinent"

"So he'll piss himself?" Oliver questioned

"Also shit, yes" Geoff saw Oliver's intrigued look and hoped he would finally get rid of this box of pills.

"It...may work," Oliver said

"If he can't control his bladder and bawls, he probably wouldn't want to embarrass himself during a long exhausting game!" Oliver thought to himself

"Wait, Geoff, how the hell anti-aging is connected with a pill that makes you piss yourself?"

"Also shit. It's not anti-aging, it's age regression. They help depressed or traumatized people by making them think and feel a lot younger, like, a baby kind of younger. Allegedly, it helps them process their past or whatever. Part of the treatment is removing their potty training with this pill" Geoff explained