Trent struggled in the big adoring naked cop's arms, suddenly unsure just how far Big Poppa's love spell would go. Ramone lifted Trent up into his arms effortlessly and scooped him into a big, bear hug. "You're the best little guy I could ever ask for, Trent! You're the coolest ever."
Trent grunted and gapsed for breath. Big Poppa chuckled. "You want to be just like him, huh, Ramone?"
"I want whatever he wants!" Ramone insisted, squeezing him tighter. "He's my buddy!"
"C'mon stop! That hurts," Trent whined. He struggled in the muscular man's arms, feeling equal parts frustrated and aroused. "I wish I was as big and strong as you so this wouldn't hurt so much."
"Let's ground that wish," Big Poppa said. He blue more strange sparkling dust across the room. "That'll match his age to yours."
"Whose age to whose?" Romone askes suddenly stumbling. He placed his hand to his forehead. "Man, I feel woozy."
All at once, Officer Ramone's muscles started to melt away. The hair on his proud cock began to thin and fade. He became leaner, younger, slipping through his 30s, into his 20s, very quickly ending up a lean teenage boy again. "Hey! What the heck is happening to me???"
His dick tented into erection and began shrinking, just as Trent's had earlier in the week. Ramone was undergoing the same spell as Trent, being transformed from man to teen to boy again, slipping backwards through puberty. He dropped in height beceoming a scrawny kid, 15, 14, 13. His voice cried out higher, cracked, remained at the high register as all remaining muscle was replaced by a layer of slightly pudgy boy flesh. Soon he was just 12, 11, 10 years old again, a little boy just like Trent.
"Much better, wouldn't you say, Officer Reilly?" Big Poppa said.
Reilly glanced up from kissing the fat man's behind and said. "Yes, sir, Big Poppa! Ramone is much better off as a little boy, anything you want! That's how it should be!"