A little boy?! Russel tried to scream but his lips stayed firmly shut, the horrified man able only to whimper as the mad Doctor leveled the gun at his victim and pulled the trigger.
"Say bye-bye to big-boy Russy!" Powers giggled as the ray's energy enveloped Russel's burly form, as he snatched a mirror from his workbench and held it before the trembling deliveryman. "Let's see just how strapping and manly you were on your first day of preschool."
This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. The mantra grew faster and more frantic in his mind as though he could convince himself he was dreaming, as though the heat prickling over his goosebumped skin didn't exist - as though his eyes themselves were lying to him.
"Even a buffoon like you must see it now." The Doctor teased as he drew the mirror ever closer, as he forced Russel to confront more and more of just what he was losing. "Look at all those hard-earned muscles just melt away...feel all that thick hair curl back into your skin...squirm in your growing shoes and shorts and know that it'll be a long, long time before you fill them out again, little boy."
It was just as Powers punctuated those most damning words that Russel's shorts finally lost their grip on his slimming hips.
Even more horrifying to him than that was the reveal of what had held them up for that long.
"That's precious." Powers snickered as he drew ever closer, as he stared right at Russel's once-tight boxer-briefs - more specifically, at the trembling teenage twig from which they hung. "Maybe Russy likes this. Maybe this is making him feel really, really good. Maybe Russy wants to be an itty-bitty boy again."
NO! Russel tried to scream, not only at the accusation but at a pair of undies that had finally given up the ghost. The boy's near-hairless hardon slapped against his bare belly as he was rendered nude from the feet up. Powers howled in delight as the last of those hairs vanished, as Russel's testicles tightened into a smooth little sack, as his once-mighty cock well and truly became the unimposing pencil of a prepubescent preteen.
"But still stiff as ever." Powers smirked, towering over Russel now and more so with each passing second. "Does Russy wanna see what his widdle winkie feels like? Well, be my guest."
Russell watched as his shrinking hand moved towards his slimming stiffy. Shivered all over as it began tugging and fondling. Found himself unable to keep from watching as he plays with himself like a naughty and increasingly little boy. Whimpered in unbearable sexual frustration, wanting nothing more than to pump his chubby hips into his increasingly clumsy touch.
Chased that unattainable climax until he realized that he'd stopped shrinking.
"Ah ah ah!" Powers chided. "Boys as little as you shouldn't be playing with themselves. Most of them are still sucking their thumbs."
Russel inwardly howled in frustration and fear as his hand moved from his tiny stiffy to his mouth, as it plugged his thumb between lips that automatically started to suck.
The replacement was of little comfort. If anything, it was all the more horrifying to see himself as a thumbsucker on top of all the other horrors the mirror held. Baby fat clung to his tummy and thighs, to his rounded knees and elbows, to both sets of chubby cheeks. His hard little peepee waggled in the open air. Every bit of him was tiny and smooth and soft and cute, the spitting image of a rambunctious kid that he'd only known until now from embarrassing home movies.
Russel had become an absolutely adorable four-year-old boy.