It was Tom, your best friend since kindergarden. He was about your height, with blond hare and hazel eyes. Today, he was dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and shorts. "Oh hey Tom." You smile, covertly pointing the ray gun at him and pulling the trigger. The letters shoot out and start to surround him.
"What in the world?" He said as the ray went to work. His shirt started to stretch down into his shorts, creeping down his underwear before meeting in the middle and turning into a giant oneise. He had to adjust his legs as that same underwear poofed out, and crinkled. He was wearing a giant sized diaper now. The simple blue t-shirt glowed a bit before a picture of the Paw Patrol appeared on it. As the letters swarmed around his shoes, the heals changed, growing lights that would turn on when he walked.
Tom looked down as his infantilzed self, with concern, but started to suck his thumb without even noticing.
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