Bill strode away from Steven as purposefully as a little boy can, wriggling his arms a little to shift his newly acquired sweater into a better position on his narrow shoulders.
"...dude, you can't leave me!" whined Steven pitifully, regressing to a younger age than Bill in the process. His adult undershirt finally lost its hold on his child-sized torso and slipped clean to his ankles. "Ah!" he moaned as he hurriedly struggled to scoop his briefs back up, entangled as they now were with his fallen undershirt. Feeling so much excess material as he pulled his adult briefs up his hairless little legs to his painfully thin waist only made him feel even more of a helpless kid, but at least it provided cover.
"Yeah, I can," yelled Bill in his now soprano voice, tramping away at a more determined pace.
"But...dude..." mewled Steven, sinking back into a toddler as he stumbled out of his sandals. His limbs had become soft and chubby, but now he felt a much greater fear as he realised his locomotion had just degenerated to a wobbly trot. "Pwease..." he begged, his now disproportionately large eyes brimming with tears.
"No!" bellowed Bill, looking comically angry for such a small child. "You're just a big cry-baby!" Indeed, Steven had begun to sniffle, and couldn't hold back the tears as they trickled down his chubby cheeks.
"Oh, but you can, Billy!" The voice stopped Bill dead in his tracks, feeling like a scolded child: Budd was still there, looming above the two. "I think you two make the best of buds!" And with that, Budd simply grabbed Bill by the arm and dragged him back to the pint-sized Steven. "Now, play nicely!" Budd said, cackling.
"...pwease, help me Budd!" wailed Steven, collapsing onto his chubby backside.
"Fuck you!" shrieked Bill, lashing out at Budd. His attempt was futile, and Budd blocked it easily, laughing cruelly.
"Hey, take it easy little guy!" Budd mocked. "You know, I kinda thought you wouldn't play nicely. That's why I thought we'd baby-sit..."
Stifled chuckles soon erupted into full-blown, inanely childish laughter, as James and Matt, Budd's best friends, appeared from behind the fence.
"Yeah, let's sit the babies...on potties!" cracked James, who had enjoyed seeing the teens go down. Bill and Steven had constantly put Budd and his friends down, but now that would change.
"Maybe we'll need to change their diapers!" joked Matt, slapping Budd's shoulder. Budd just stared on with a gleeful twinkle in his eyes, as Steven broke into sobs and Bill glared up at the three with a vicious, if absolutely adorable hatred.
Helle yawned.
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