"I wanna see for myself what these so-called changes are all about." Sid sniffed, feigning nonchalance as his piece turned right at the intersection and settled in the slot above the white space. He plucked a card from the accompanying deck, furrowing his brow as he read aloud the text intricately inked upon its face.
"Congratulations on making it a tenth of the way through the game! Return to the one-tenth point of your own personal journey."
"The hell does that mean?" Tyler asked.
"I don't know." Sid frowned as he flipped the card in search of clues. "Nothing's happening. What a piece of juuuuuuuuUUUUUUUAAAAHHHH - !"
The other three young men jumped and swore as Sid's voice suddenly shot up an octave, startled not so much by his high strangled cry but by what had caused it. The freshman had shrunken into his clothing with such speed that he vanished into his outfit, head disappearing into the hole of his V-neck as his hands were swallowed by long sleeves that went from tight to floppy in a matter of seconds. When Sid was seen next, it was after his shirt had fallen down around him to join his jeans and briefs in the puddle at his feet.
Where there was once a confident, sharply-dressed young man stood a tiny naked toddler.
"What the fuck." Dave demanded, his voice shaking. "WHAT THE FUCK."
"Oh my God..." Chris' hand covered his mouth as he stared in shock at the man turned baby, whose eyes were wide and terrified as he studied himself with growing horror. "...Sid? Sid, you still in there? You okay?"
"I...I..."
Sid wanted to assure his friends that he was as lucid as ever, but when he opened his mouth the knot in his chest untied and he just started bawling like the very, very small boy he'd become. Tyler, who hadn't said a word since his friend's sudden regression, suddenly stood and swept Sid up into his arms. One hand supported Sid's plump little tush as the other softly stroked his back, the young man whispering gentle reassurances as the toddler buried his face in Tyler's shoulder and bawled his little eyes out.
"The one-tenth point..." Dave murmured in growing realization. "Jesus Christ. The game...somehow the game made Sid a tenth of his age."
"So...since he was eighteen..." Chris groaned. "Fuck. He's not even two yet."
Sid's wailing settled into sniffling little sobs just in time for him to hear his friends speculate over his new age and the cause for his mortifyingly infantile condition. A mere glance downward was all he needed to confirm their suspicions. The pudgy arms, the soft round tummy, and - obviously worst of all for an eighteen-year-old man - the tiny nub and smooth marbles that had once been a powerful cock balanced by low-hanging, hairy eggs. All of that would've been humiliating enough were it not for the fact that being held so securely in Tyler's arms made his pathetic little toy as hard as a rock, the toddler squirming in shame over what could be done to remedy such a an obvious and embarrassing display of arousal.