"Nate, did..." Matt's blush somehow grew even deeper upon hearing himself speak in his adorable, lisping chirp for the first time. "Did you do this to us? How...what...?"
"Don't worry your cute little heads over it." Nate condescended as he ruffled both boys' hair. "All you need to know is that I can do much, much more if needed."
"Nate, this has gone far enough." David, always the tone setter as a grown-up, tried and failed miserably to put his son in line, as all Nate did was snicker at the command coming skinny, naked little Kindergartener. "Turn us back NOW."
"Maaayyyybeeee I will." Nate grinned like a shark as his quick fingers attacked David's bare smooth sides, the mortified regressee immediately melting into squeals and giggles as his most ticklish spots were teased and prodded. "First say that I can go to Tyler's for the weekend."
"Ab..so...lute...ly...not!" A wriggling, giggling David managed to get out between tickles.
"Dave, maybe we should just do what he says..." Matt offered, ever the peacemaker, too humiliated and baffled by what had happened to them to even pretend to be an authority over his now comparatively massive son.
"NO!"
"Well, I can see that tickling alone won't be enough to convince such a stubborn brat." Nate mused as he withdrew his hands to pluck the Chronivac from his pocket and began jabbing at the screen. "Let's see if some time in diapers makes you a little more agreeable."
The strangest sensation overtook Dave before he could raise a protest, an electric pins and needles lighting up his skin from the inside and out as he grew smaller, softer, rounder, cuter. Matt's dimpled jaw dropped as his once-fit husband was pulled from Kindergarten into toddlerhood, skinny little body filling out with puppy fat as he shrank all the way back to two years old on the dot. Dave had barely come to terms with his new babyish body before realizing that all those roaring adult urges were now stuffed into an even tinier and more immature form, his mortifying predicament evidenced by how quickly his tiny peepee sprang to life.
"Isn't that adorable?" Nate chuckled as he took's Matt's inch and half of hard baby cock by its tiny pink head, grin widening at the squeaks and moans he drew from the toddler by rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. "Does da widdle baby wanna cum wike a big boy?"
"Yeh...yeessss....yes!" Matt whimpered as bucked his chubby hips up into his son's teasing touch, tortured by how close Nate kept him to a climax whose achievement was in that instant more important to him than anything else in the world. "YES!"
"Say it."
"Wuh...wha...?"
"Say, 'I wanna cum wike a big boy, daddy.'"
Matt gulped as Nate pinched his peepee, all too aware that Dave was looking on in astonishment and horror as he wriggled helplessly against the bedspread.
"I...I wanna...I wanna cum wike a big boy...daddy..."
"Hm? Sorry, sweetie, I couldn't hear you."
"I WANNA CUM WIKE A BIB BOY DADDEEEEE!"
Dave's own wee-wee stiffened back up upon hearing such an infantile and humiliating declaration, the fascinated five-year-old tugging absently on it like a real little boy as a smirking Nate stroked Matt to a mind-shattering climax. Every bit of Matt's pudgy little body lit up in rapturous delight, tiny cock throbbing and jumping as the overwhelmed toddler rolled his eyes back in his head and arched his tiny, stiff with pleasure form off the bedspread. He collapsed with a gasp as the storm finally ebbed, sweating and panting and only dimly aware of the fact that Nate was sliding something cushy and crinkly beneath his round little tush.
Matt, drained, could offer nothing but tiny whines of protest, whines that Nate happily ignored as he taped his shrunken dad into a crisp, virginal white pair of size four Pampers. He didn't know how long he remained in that daze for, but it was at least long enough to dress Dave - when the toddler finally sat up, it was to see his former beefcake of a husband fidgeting shyly in the shortalls and striped shirt that Nate had helped him into. Matt had but a moment to wonder at where the clothes had come from before Nate suddenly swept the baby off the bed and into his arms, squeaking in surprise and then scowling at the teen as he bounced the toddler's crinkly butt on his forearm.
"Now then..." Nate mused as he wrapped his free hand around Dave's small, smooth, unweathered palm. "I expect the two of you to be on your best behavior while we're at Nate's - and if he asks, you guys are my cousins from out of town. Got it?"
Disoriented and overwhelmed, neither boy could manage much more than a small shy nod as Nate - one dad in the crook of his arm and the other holding his hand - marched them out the door and down the street to Tyler's house.