AN: Decided to reference one of my favorite AR movie scenes in this chapter. Still gives me shivers every time I watch it.
His new age in mind Trevor paused to look over the speed settings for the watch to check how much he'd regress and how quickly. He found that it was set to 1sec = 3mon by default, probably by its last previous owner who was aware of its power. Now he understood why he regressed so quickly in the bathroom back at the antique shop. Trevor berated himself for being so careless in haste to become young and resolved to be more careful with the watch. Finding the current settings would make his physical regression a little too quick for his tastes he did some mental calculations in his head. 19 years equaled 228 months then divide that by 1 month per second and that's almost 5 minutes, plenty of time for him to enjoy his youthening. Changing the setting to 1sec = 1mon Trevor faced the mirror with the stopwatch gripped tightly in his hand. Shaking with anticipation at what was about to transpire he pressed down on the minus button with bated breath.
Like his experiment in the bathroom he began to get younger although it was noticable slower. And this time around Trevor was going all the way, grinning as he watched his teenage self make a second brief appearance before disappearing as he retreated further back. As he approached earlier childhood his phyiscal regression and the speed with which it was happening reminded Trevor of a movie with a great AR scene. It was called Wishmaster 2 and it was about an evil genie who granted wishes in the most horrible way possible. In it a burglar made the wish that he was never born and the creature made it come true by regressing him backward until he simply ceased to exist, nothing left but a pile of his clothes. Right now Trevor was in the single digit ages, a young child wearing an oversized shirt hanging from his prepubescent shoulders. Seeing that was getting close he brought the stopwatch up to his face, releasing the button when he saw the hand slide into position ppointing toward the 3. Lowering the time piece Trevor's breath was taken away by the sight before, one he had only seen in old home movies and the earliest page of the family photo album. The reflection staring back at him was that of a 3 year toddler boy who looked like he was playing dress up with his father's clothes. It was so adorable and mirrored the scene in the movie when the burglar reached this age in his regression, albeit without the confused look.
Letting the stopwatch drop to the floor Trevor used both hands to lift the bottom of his shirt, exposing his naked body. His diminutive form was completely smooth and hairless, his belly chubby with unshed baby fat. His attention was quickly drawn to his shrunk privates, eyeing his baby dick and balls with wonder. Trevor giggled at way his weewee became even smaller in response to the cool air from the ac. It was then he noticed the change in his voice.
"Oh my gawd, is dat my voice. It's so high now" Trevor exclaimed as he realized something else. "Holey cow, I gots a wisp too. Dis just keeps getting better and better."
Finding his shirt was getting in the way of his view he took it off, leaving the toddler in his birthday suit.
"Uh oh, somebodies not wearing their diapa" he said with a giggle.
Leaving the mirror Trevor true to his new status toddled over to the large open box of Pampers. Grabbing one he unfolded the disposable garment and taped up both sides. He then lowered the assembled diaper and lifting one leg at a time stepped into the legholes. Bending down Trevor grasped the sides and pulled the whole thing up like it was a pair of pull-ups, the padding sliding snugly into place around his childish hips.
"So dis is what it feels wike to be back in diapas" he mused aloud, "So swoft and comfy."
Waddling back to the mirror now with an added crinkling coming from his rear end. Standing before it Trevor admired his newly diapered self in awe. "I did it. I'm finalwy a baby again...A baby who still needs diapas" he gave a baby teethed smile while rubbing the front of his Pamper happily. Remembering the stopwatch lying on the floor the baby boy picked it up, holding the wondrous device revently in his tiny fingers.
"And it's all tanks to dis."