This choice: No, you were now only a 3-month old baby. • Go Back... You were already half the size of your younger sister, but still you continued to shrink. Jessica giggled and watched as the age rapidly faded away from you. The hair that once sprouted from your skull started to disappear. All of your clothes then finally dropped to the floor as you shrunk into them. It seemed like you would never stop, until suddenly you lost your balance. You fell onto your back and into your shirt, which was now even too big to be a blanket!
Your vision was completely blanked with the shirt over your face, but you could still feel yourself shrinking. Your felt the bones within your body begin to compress. You tried your best to climb back onto your feet, and even to wipe the shirt from your face, but alas your limbs were too small. All of your strength was lost, evidently as well as your size. There wasn't a string of hair on your entire body, and you've lost all control over your movement. You were completely vulnerable.
Finally you stopped shrinking, but the affects have already taken a massive toll. You were unable to even roll off your back. Suddenly, you stopped moving upon the sound of a familiar voice that boomed from high above. "Eddy? Eddy?" It was the voice of Jessica, the girl responsible for all of this, but despite how much you wanted to escape, you was completely helpless in doing so. At that moment, the shirt was pulled away from you, revealing your nude, fragile body to the face of the bane of your regression.
Your vision was clouded by the huge face of Jessica who, upon her first look down on you, smiled delightfully. You kicked your legs and waved your arms as much as your lack of strength allowed you to, but it was completely useless. "Awww, Eddy, look at you," she said in a patronizing manner, "You're so adorable!" With that said, you noticed her enormous hands lunging toward you. Never in your entire life have you ever felt as helpless, vulnerable and pathetic as you did at this very moment.
You felt her huge, thick arms scoop under your body and raise you from the pile of your old clothing. There, you were held in the arms of your former younger sister, like the tiny infant that you've been reduced to. She slightly rocked you in your arms as she continued to look down upon you like the baby that you've become. "You are so cute I could just gobble you up," she chuckled as she continued to rock you in her arms, "I think that I'm going to call you Emily because you're so precious!" It was a sickening feeling to be given a name like Emily, but alas there was nothing that you could do about it. You tried to yell back at her, only to blurt out sounds of cute, childish gibberish from your tiny mouth. "You know what Emily," Jessica continued, "I'm going to enjoy having a baby sister."
With that statement, the realization kicked in. There was absolutely nothing that you could do about it anymore. You were in such a vulnerable state that you couldn't even do anything by yourself, at least not for another few years or so. You couldn't even walk under your own free will, or even speak any words normally anymore! You were also so young that, even if you could get your tiny hands on one of those magical Rainbow Drops, you couldn't even make a wish that wasn't completely gibberish! Coming to terms with this new reality, your eyes began to fill with tears. With very little choice, you finally began to act your age, and you burst out in tears, crying like the baby that you've been reduced to.
"What's the matter Emily?" Jessica asked as she stopped rocking you in her huge arms, "Why are you crying?" You continued to cry as Jessica jumped to a conclusion. "I know just what you need!"
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