Rick looked 18 now, the same age as his own son. His build
was returning to the way he'd looked at that age too.
"All right," he said, smiling as he flexed a nice bicep for
his boy, "How about this, son? Bet you didn't know your old
man ever was such a hot, macho looking stud, did you?"
But Brandon just smiled he continued watching his Dad.
"I don't know that I'd call you a stud there dad." And as
he spoke, Rick could see his muscles begining to soften and
shrink. "You look a little wimpy to me, Pop."
Rick turned to look at himself in the mirror and was horrified.
He was getting younger still! He couldn't be more than 14
years old now. No, make that 13.... 12..... Shit it wasn't
stopping!
"No," he shouted, causing Brandon to laugh at the high
pitched sound of his father's voice. "It can't keep
going... I don't... I don't wanna be..."
Rick's oversized pants fell down, revealing what both he and
his son already knew, all traces of puberty had vanished
leaving only a undeveloped little boys penis hanging
impotently between his legs.
Rick was now less than ten years old, all signs of maturity
slipping away rapidly and no end in site!
"Brandon," he shouted to his teenage son in desperation,
"You gotta help me. You can't let daddy get like this.. I
don't... I can't be..."
Rick was six years old now and STILL growing younger as
Brandon smiled down at him. Why wasn't he helping!
"You can't what, dad?" Brandon said with more than just a
trace of resentment in his voice. I told you not to waste
your time playing with those chemicals. You never had time
for me, never time for your own son. Only your experiements!"
Suddenly Rick felt real fear. Brandon wasn't going to help him.
"No, Brandon, pwease...." his voice, his tone, his words,
sounded more and more childish as he stood there naked. He
was only a five year old now, standing naked in a pile of
grown up clothes. He reached up to his teenage son who now
towered over him. "You gotta 'ange me wack," he whimpered
and began to cry.
"Aww, what's the matter little boy! Don't you like what you
did to yourself?"
Rick stamped his feet, unable to stop the childish temper
tantrum that was over taking him as he continued to grow
younger. Now he was only 4.... 3... 2... Rick fell onto
his little tush, unable to stand anymore as he started to
cry. "Me the dada.... me wan be big gwon up," he whimpered
and pouted as his pointed up at Brandon angrily. "You bad
boy, Bwan-dawn. You wet dada get all widdle!"
Brandon just smiled, then reached down to pick him up.
"Oh, look at the cute little daddy baby!" Brandon said as he
cradled the adorable little one year old in his arms.
"What's gonna happen to you now that your not the big man
here anymore?"
Rick tried to shout out in anger, but no words came out.
All he could do now was kick and cry! He was a baby, less
than one year old! He didn't know what had gone wrong with
his experiment, but if it didn't stop soon he be nothing
more than squirt of sperm in his son's hand!
At last, the regression seemed to be slowing. He wasn't
going to regress to nothing, thank God. In his lab he felt
sure he would have the chemicals to change himself back.
If only Brandon would help him!