Bill struggled in vain, but he knew deep down that his little (now physically bigger) brother was right. He eventually stopped struggling and looked around nervously, thankful that nobody appeared to be in the vicinity. The fabric of his sweater brushed against his smooth thighs and backside, making him feel horribly exposed even beneath his covering. Checking once more that no-one was about, he wriggled out of his adult sweater and darted, totally naked, around to the other side of the tree.
He paused before the arms of his once well-fitting sweater, tied in a tight knot by his brother. He had subconsciously covered his privates with his hands when he had slipped out of his only article of clothing, and know stood, shivering slightly, before the knot. He peered down at his hands, knowing he would have to reach up and try and undo the knot if he was planning on walking around in something other than his birthday suit. He gingerly raised his hands, revealing his puny genitals. He stared down at his tiny nub of a penis, and felt like bursting into tears - after all, it would be a completely natural action for a little boy that he now clearly was.
A pathetic, naked little boy - the realisation that that was all he now was struck Bill hard, and he felt like balling his little fists and pounding the tree with all his tiny might. However, he managed to resist that infantile urge and reached up to try and pry the knot apart. His chubby fingers just could not succeed, however, and his brother, fueled by a vindictive revenge, seemed to have tightened the knot with a giant's strength - although, as a small child, Bill sensed that the world around him was suddenly a bigger, scarier place, filled with 'giants'. He finally gave up on the knot, unwanted tears struggling to cascade down his smooth cheeks once more, and turned his attention to the immense picket-fence over which his vengeful brother had tossed his other clothes. Those clothes were his only other chance - his only chance of clinging to some semblance of his swiftly lost maturity.
Tottering over to the fence, Bill winced as his tender, bare feet encountered all manner of tiny stone fragments. Upon reaching the fence, Bill realised it was impossible - there was no way he could ever scale such a height in his present condition. His hands, once again cupped over his private parts, fell away in defeat, as he began to weep softly. Soon his torrent of tears increased to childish sobs and, eventually, the hearty bawl of a distraught little boy. He plopped backward onto his exposed backside and cried his little lungs out.
He was crying so hard that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching. It was only until the obnoxious cackle of his brother issued forth, along with a softer laugh, that he realised his tirade had an audience.
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