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Edits - Ch 5.1.1.1.1.1.1.1.1
🕑 Added 2024-04-12 00:38:57 +0000 UTCChapter 5.1.1.1.1.1.1.1.1.1 - Steven makes Tim even younger.
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Looking up at an already enormous Steven, who appeared to be rising up even taller before him, Tim realized that his body must be getting smaller again.
“Hey,” he cried. “I was too small already.” Hearing his voice rising in pitch with each word, he realized that he was getting younger, not just shrinking.
“Well,” Steven said, smirking down at him, “You’ve been acting like a bratty little kid. I thought you ought to look the part even more.”
Tim’s clothes hung looser on him as his height and mass melted away. He felt weaker and softer with each passing second, his perspective dropping beneath Steven’s waist and continuing to descend at a steady pace.
“How young?” Tim squeaked, his voice sounding worryingly babyish now.
Steven chuckled. “Too young for big boy undies.”
As if in response, Tim’s shorts and underwear slipped from his narrowing hips, falling to his ankles. Fortunately, his shirt was so large now that it covered him almost down to his knees. He reflexively reached for his bottoms but left them alone, realizing that it would make little difference to hold them in place now.
The changes seemed to accelerate. Tim’s body became pudgy and soft, his face rounding out, cheeks puffing up, nose dwindling down to button-sized. His left shoulder slipped free of his shirt through the neck hole. Just as he became knee-high to Steven and began feeling more like a baby than a child, the regression stopped, leaving him in the body of a toddler.
“Wow,” Steven said. “Three years old is even smaller than I thought it would be.”
The final stage of the changes began with his clothes reshaping to fit him. Tim’s T-shirt shrank as his underwear crept up his legs, puffing out into a pair of pull up training pants adorned with cartoon characters. These were followed by his pants, which slid up his legs, growing straps that wrapped over his shoulders, reshaping into a pair of denim overalls. Once he was fully clothed again, the phone whined increasingly louder until a bright flash blinded them. Then, there was silence.
When their ears and eyes had recovered, they both looked down at Tim’s toddler body in wonder. Tim poked his padded underwear, testing the thickness of the absorbent material within.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Steven cautioned him. “I won’t be changing you if you wet yourself. You’ll have to clean your own butt.”
“Turwn me back!” Tim demanded, balling his fists and stamping his little foot on the floor in an attempt to seem threatening, which was undercut when it landed with a nearly inaudible slap.
Steven chuckled and lifted his own giant foot off the floor. Tim recoiled in fear as he realized that he could be flattened from his chin down to his ankles beneath that huge sole. The foot came down just inches in front of Tim, landing with a house-shaking thump that knocked him on his padded ass.
Seeing the terror in Tim’s eyes, Steven looked apologetic, “Sorry,” he said, setting the phone down on a counter. He reached down a giant hand and grabbed Tim by the overall straps on his back and effortlessly lifted the toddler into the air.
Tim hung there from Steven’s hand, swinging his arms and kicking his little legs in feeble protest. “Put me down!” he cried. “Or…”
“Or what?” Steven asked, not even trying to hide his amusement at being threatened by a tiny toddler. “You gonna bite my ankle? Punch me in the shin with your widdle fists?”
Tim glanced at his phone, resting on the counter, hoping that Steven might leave it there for him to grab later. Looking back at Steven, Tim gave in and hung limply from his friend’s giant hand. Clearly, there was no point in struggling. He as much chance of overpowering Steven as a mouse against a bear. No, he would need to use his head and his words if he wanted to get back to normal soon.
Satisfied by Tim’s surrender, Steven said, “Better,” and lowered the toddler back down to the floor to leave him standing there.
Tim looked up at the counter again to where his phone was, but the top of it was high over his head, almost completely out of his reach. However, if he could push a chair over…
“Come on,” Steven said, stepping over Tim and walking back toward the living room. “Let’s go watch something on TV. I’ll let you sit on my lap.”
Tim hesitated, but he realized that there would be no point in disobeying his friend right then. He would do what Steven said until had an opportunity to get his phone back.
What happens next?
Tim pretends to need a diaper change and goes to get his phone.
Steven decides to alter Tim’s mind as well as his body.
They both get bored with their bodies and decide to reset themselves.
Someone comes home to interrupt their playtime together.
