"And now that I'm done with you... Let's see what awaits your son now!" The Magician turned to Mike who was now freaked out of his mind. With him levitating in the air and his father and massive lump of fat, he had no choice to believe in magic. "Please... Let me go..." Mike pleaded with the magician. It made him sick to have to beg like this, but he didn't want to become like his Dad or worse. "Ohhh... And why should I do that?" The Magician asked, though by the tone of his voice, Mike knew he wasn't in the bargaining mood. "You got what you wanted. We believe in magic. Just change my dad back and we'll never bother you again... Please..." "And how do I know you're being truthful with me?" "I mean, Christ, my Dad over there is a shit stained tub of lard! Those things don't happen naturally!" "And here I thought you thought I had drugged you." "That was Dad! I never said that!" "Oh so it was your father then. Bodus Expandus!" The Magician shouted his spell and waved the wand at Dan again. "MMmmmppphhh!" Dan let out another muffled scream as he got fatter. "Stop! Don't hurt him anymore!" At those words, the Magician stopped the spell and left Dan at a massive 1400 pounds.
"What... What do you want?" Mike asked desperate for the real nightmare to end. "You didn't believe in my magic. And for that you must be punished. It will be a punishment fit for a man such as your self. Although you certainly haven't acted your age around me. Clothus Dispersus!" The Magician let out another spell. Mike's arms shot up as his shoes and socks were pulled off his feet. Then came his shirt and sweats and finally his boxer briefs, exposing his massive 7 inch cock to the open air. "Holy shit!" Mike shouted. His modesty was exposed to this complete stranger. "Now that I look at it, this is indeed quite the body. Though its one you don't deserve." The Magician traced his wand across Mike's body and smacked his dick with it." "Ow! Shit! Jesus!" Mike felt the pain as his dick got aroused and shot out a full 13 inches, thick as a can. "Oh yes. You truly don't deserve this at all." "You fucking perv!" "Now, now! A child such as yourself shouldn't be using such adult words. Ageus Regressus!"
The Magician shot out another spell that hit Mike square in the chest. A feeling of dissociation hit him almost immediately. He didn't feel like he should 16 years old. Between that and what the Magician had been saying just before, Mike knew what was going to happen. "Oh no! Please! Anything but that!" The Magician payed him no need as he placed him on the ground. He felt the cold pavement on his bare feet. He looked down at them and then back up. He was at the Magician's eye level, but suddenly he had to look up. He looked back down. His abs were starting to sink back into his body, his body hair was receding, his erect penis was now 11 inches and the sore spot from the Magician was gone. He felt his feet move across the pavement. He hadn't looked like this since he was 14. "No! NoooooooOOOooooo!" Mike let out a yell that undulated between octaves and then came out as a purely higher octave. Looking back down, his penis had gone flaccid again and was 5 inches at most. All his muscles were now gone. His feet were so tiny. He must have been nine now. The Magician watched as the 16 year old man got younger and younger. Mike really had the stretch his neck to see the Magician's icy cold glare staring right at him. His mind was having trouble keeping up with his body. His sex drive was nonexistent now and he was having trouble remembering large words. "Nooooo! I don't wanna be a kid. Imma big boy!" "Not from where I'm looking, boy!' Mike looked down again. Everything was so small. He must have been 5 now. "Stop!" The Magician waved his wand and Mike stopped regressing in age.
"Finally, you look the way you've been acting, my sweet child." "No! I'm notta child! Imma big boy! I am!" "Don't deny it. Would a five year old do this? Bowelus Loosus!" The man waved his wand and Mike suddenly felt the need to go. "Nooooo!" Mike's pleas went unanswered as he started to poop. Tiny little turds dribbled from his hiney as pee shot out of his pee-pee. "This isn't fair! You made me do that!" "Ohhh?" The Magician lifted the still urinating Mike into the air. "You don't want me to make you a baby, right?" "No! No!" "Then what do you say." "I'm... I'm a kiddie. A kiddie who wets himself." "Good, good. What an honest boy you are." "Ugh! Sniff!" Mike let out intermittent sobs as he finally stopped going. "And now that were done with that, what to do with your Daddy?"