Helle grinned as the thought formed in her mind. She looked with her mind’s eye at the now regressed boy, no more than nine years old, and at his brother, ten years old and definitely taller. He who had so easily turned on his older brother. It looked as if he definitely wasn’t ready to be a responsible older brother. Budd was now looking down out of shame, away from his regressed brother, and older friend. And as he looked down he was greeted with a shocking sight as the ground was seeming to rise to meet his gaze. It didn’t take long for the startled boy to realize what was happening.
His clothing grew looser as his limbs retracted, growing shorter, and his height rapidly dropping.
“HELP ME!” Budd cried, as his voice jumped a little higher, his cargo shorts now pooled around his waist. His shirt reaching his knees even as his underwear slipped off his thinning waist.
The other two boys gazed in horror. Ben set Bill down, and the fourteen year old and ten year old watched as Budd continued to shrink, no older than five now, as baby fat began to pool into his limbs, giving him a chubby cherubic appearance. He shrank a little more as his shirt slipped off one shoulder, no more than three years old. Budd felt warmth near his waist and looked down to see that he was wetting his shirt. Seeing this was too much for the now little boy and he began to cry.
Bill smirked, “Serves you right you little cry-baby, that’s what you get for tying me to a tree. Helle ground her teeth in annoyance at the once-again-older-brother. Apparently Bill had still not learned his lesson. “Bill, I don’t think you should say that,” Ben said quietly, “If you became little for being mean to Budd, and Budd became littler for being mean to you, you might want to stop while you’re ahead” the older boy added wisely. But it was too late for that.
“Much too late for that,” Helle thought to herself, grinning like a she-devil. She reached out to Bill, and began to siphon years from him rapidly. The newly-minted nine year old looked at Ben to respond, but his face turned into a mask of horror, as the horribly familiar sensation of shrinking returned to his limbs. Naked and without any form of clothing, the changes that occurred to bill were even more apparent. His minor scraps faded from his skin as he aged backwards, and old scar from a dog bite fading from his ankle. His limbs grew even smaller, his hair finer and blonder, matching his younger brothers as he neared him in height. His stomach began to round outwards into the potbelly of a young child, his cheeks and fingers plumping. And as he stops shrinking he resembles his younger brother so closely, they could almost be twins
“Nooo, I don wanna be a wittle kid!” Bill lisps even as Budd continues to bawl uncontrollably at their situation. “Hmm, it looks like you two are about two or three years old. There’s a Walmart right around the corner, I can run and grab you guys some clothes, and maybe a stroller too,” Ben said looking down at the two regressed boys.
“You’re gonna need more dan dat,” Bill said, trying to sound angry, but as his voice is now a falsetto, the effect is not very strong. “Bof of us weren potty twained till we was five. You’re gonna need Diap-Diap-Diapers,” Bill spat fighting his lisp. “Diapers!” A shocked Budd yelled, “I don want diapers, I don wann em, I don wike it!” He yelled becoming even more hysterical as tears continue to stream down his face. Bill’s face which had been screwed up in a three-year old scowl, which only made him seem even younger, softened and he toddled over to his wet and terrified little brother patting him on the shoulder. “Well, it don matter if we wan ‘em or not,” he said, trying to sound brave, “We are jus gonna hafta deal wit it for a wittle bit, I’m sure we can find a way to change back!” He smiles trying to cheer his brother up, finally giving up his anger now that they were both in the same predicament.
“You go an get us somefink to wear, Ben,” Bill told the now-oldest boy, “An we’ll stay wight here waiting for you”
“Okay, I’ll be right back, it won’t take five minutes,” Ben replied before rushing off. The two brothers sat down together, Budd only just starting to get control of himself again. “What if we’re stuck like this Billy?” Budd asked fearfully. “We’re gonna be fine Buddy,” Bill replied to his younger brother, and hugged him. “I’m sorry for how I tweated you before, it wasn wight for me to do dat. I been a weal jerk wately” Bill said into Budd’s shoulder. “I forgive you, an I’m sowwy I tied you to dat twee, I shoulda helped you.” “Forgiven? Fwiends?” Bill asked his brother, looking him in the eye. “Fwiends” Budd said.
Just then Ben returned, pushing a double stroller which held two bags. “Good you guys are still here, I was really worried, we need to get you two dressed quickly so we can get outta here. There are some people said they heard strange noises coming from the alley,” he said breathelessly, “Well let’s get this over with, I had to guess at your sizes, but I think I got somethings that will fit. He pulls out a package of diapers and baby powder and opens it. Revealing the cartoon animals that frolicked on the outside of the diaper, he took one out and unfolded it. “I think these will be fine,” Ben said as he pulled off his own shirt to use as a changing matt. “You two owe me for the stroller though, I’m broke now,” he said. Grabbing Bill, much to the regressed boy’s protesting, and laying him down on his shirt, he deftly powdered his front, and flipped the regressed toddler over gently to dust his rear. “Dis is absowutely humiwiatin!” Bill grunted between clenched teeth.
“Yeah, yeah stop squirming I’m almost done!” Ben said as slid the diaper under Bill and brought it up between his legs tapping the bulky article of clothing in place. “Looks like baby sitting has paid off after-all,” Ben joked as he rummaged around in the second bag a pulled a small t-shirt from it, and brought it down over Bill’s head. “No pants?” Bill asked alarmed, as Ben moved to disentangle Budd from his clothes, still damp with pee. “After the stroller and the diapers I had barely any money left. Be glad I got you shirts at all. It isn’t abnormal to see toddlers with just diapers on, especially on a hot day like today,” Ben finished as he freed Budd from his oversized t-shirt. He quickly treated Budd to the same as Bill, and quickly had the two of them strapped into stroller. He stored the diapers and Budd clothing in the bottom of the stroller. “I think we’re ready to go” he said, shaking off his shirt and pulling it back on. “But Where are we going to go? Your parents?” he asked.
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