Trent stairs im shock at his regressed young body. His now massively oversized pants and boxers had fallen off when the big farmer had picked him up earlier. Now he only wore his tent of a shirt and business suit jacket. It hung down to his knees on his now slender hairless legs. His toes were curled nervously as he bit his lip in a mix of the magical arousal, confusion and fear.
"Let me get that for you," Big Pappa said, bending don't and popping open the top button of Trent's shirt before he can react. The whole thing flops to the floor around him, slipping off his slim frame easily, and leaving him completely naked.
Trent exclaims in red faced embarisment and covers up with his hands. Pappa runs a single finger down Trent's spine, causing him to gasp with pleasure and stagger out of the clothes pile. He sees Pappa gathering up his clothes to take them away. "Stop!" he shouts in his high pitched boyish voice as he tries to wrestle his clothes back. But his small hands have no effect on Pappa's huge, hairy farmer arms. He's so weak and light. He's sure he must have become even weaker than a normal 10 year old should be. And definitely weaker than his 40 year old self was. Pappa knocks him onto his ass with a gentle shove.
"Be good and I'll bring you your work overalls. Otherwise, I'll give you the roll of a farm animal." Trent can't help but stair at his new body. His pecker, though tiny is stiff as a mast. There's no hair on his flawless body. Luke porselen or silk. He looks to the door. Should he make a run for it?
Getting up feels awkward with this way too light tiny body. The room is way too big. He feels like Jack in the Beanstalk story venturing through the giant's castle. The door handle is at eye level. This is rediculous. He was sure he was taller than this when he was ten.
Damn! The door's locked. Either that or it's just too heavy for him to open. He looks around for another escape and sees that the window is open. But how to climb it.
The chair he drags over to the window scrapes loudly on the floor. God, why is it so hard to just move a chair!? Panting from the effort, Trent begins to climb. He peeks out the front window at the long stretch of rural landscape hiding the poor barely used road from view. It seems ten times further away now. Before he can climb out, a huge hand grabs his hair from behind.
"I hope you were just admiring the view. If you were trying to run away from home, I'd have to punish you." As in demonstration, Pappa slaps Trent's butt cheeks with a loud resounding smack! Trent yelps and covers his stinging ass.
"I wasn't escaping!" he promises with a tear already in his eye, terrified of more punishment. That one spank had hurt way too much.
"Good." Pappa turnd Trent around to face him. Even standing on the chair, he still has to look up at this hulking giant of a man. A breeze blows in through the window, caressing Trent's burning butt cheeks. Pappa runs a caressing hand trough his new boy's soft brown doe hair, the around behind to hold his head. Trent doesn't react in time. Papps bends down and starts to kiss him.
Trent tries to pull away at first, but then something overtakes him. His knees feel weak. Butterflies dance in his stomach. He willingly parts his lips letting Pappa explore inside him freely. Pappa's Amish-like white bristled beard tickles his chest and nipples as they make out. When they finally part with a wet pop, Pappa had to catch the unsteady boy before he falls off the chair.
"Woolsey. Careful there." Trent grabs his swimming head. What was that!? Why had that felt so good. He should be groused out. Disgusted. Instead he felt more aroused than ever and... in love!? No, devoted. He felt an impulse to please Pappa. Make him proud. No, no! Those were not his own thoughts and feelings! He had to remember who he was and not give in.
"Here, let's get you dressed so you can go meet your brother's and the 'animals' you'll be working with." Pappa helped him into a small pair of overalls with no underwear underneath. The straps hung from his bare slim shoulders, constantly threatening to slip off hid silky body. The waste was slightly baggy. Trent suddenly realized why as Pappa slid a meaty hand down into them to pinch his miniature penis. Trent gasped at the fondling. Pappa just playing with him as he wanted. Trent couldn't stop himself and came into Pappa's hand while moaning uncontrollably.
Panting with eyes half lidded, Trent could barely think. He didn't even realize he'd automatically started licking Pappa's hand clean of his cum when Pappa had brought it up to his face. And now he couldn't stop himself. The taste was addictive. And god damn it, he was just as horny as before. His new body was magically enchanted to be over-sensetive, weak and constantly horny. He'd always be begging for more.
"You ready?" Trent nodded, not trusting his voice right now. "Good. Put on your boots and I'll introduce you to your new work and your new family."