Madame walked up to and stood in front of the man's son. She asked the man, "Is there anything more specific than being "a little man" that you'd like to see happen to your son?" "Nope!", the man replied, "I don't even really care if he is a "little man" or not. I was just joking, after all. You do as you please with him." The crowd watched as one of Mary Anne's diapers floated over the stage and into one of Madame Illusia's hands. With the wave of the other hand, she made all of the son's clothes disappear exposing his erect penis for all to see. "How old are you and what's your name." asked Madame. The boy replied, "I'm David and I'm eighteen. My asshole father's name is joey. But he did get one thing right, Helen, my mom is a royal bitch....and so are you." "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's not a very nice thing to say to someone who's trying to figure out how to make you happy.", admonished Madame Illusia. "I see you seem to to be staring at the girls' padded posteriors, is there a reason why? Would you like some special protection, hmm?", asked Madame while crinkling the diaper in her hands. She then started to stroke the boy's penis driving him wild. "Are you a special little boy who would make messies on the floor if he didn't have hims special didies to protect him and keep him safe from accidentally wee-weeing on the floor? David was burning in shame and lust. Actually, this was his wildest fantasy come true. As an added bonus, his family didn't care and so he only nodded a firm yes. "You know, David, this isn't just any diaper, this is a special diaper developed for special kids just like you and Mary Anne over there who don't know what a potty is. Are you special enough to deserve special didies like Mary Anne does? Mary Anne just loves her special didies. Do you?" "Oh, God yesss!!! Except, I don't want to be as smart as her!!!", David blurted out in a lust filled frustration. Had he been more thoughtful of what he said, thing would have been more different. David wanted to be smarter than Mary Anne, not even more special. However, that went unnoticed by both the witch and David and was never addressed. And so Madame Illusia took it for a given that David wanted to be even more special than Mary Anne. And of course, the witch was very happy to oblige. Madame Illusia found her answer and so she finished her hand job with David and let him orgasm, but not cum since she didn't want a mess. It took no time for the witch to regress David down to an eleven year old. She'd watched as his penis shrank and his pubes thinned out. She even watched as his eyes turned more blue than they were before as his hair turned from a solid brown to a sandy blonde. She quickly magicked the youth brief in her hand around his waist watching the tabs fasten themselves to the front pannel. Afterwards, the same special clothing that Mary Anne had on appeared on David. However, David's special clothes was bigger to accommodate his size and was gray and white horizontal stripes instead of solid pink. A bib identical to Mary Anne's green vinyl backed terry cloth bib appeared around David's neck. David, being magically controlled by Madame Illusia sat down on the stage floor with his legs spread wide showing off the front of his youth brief and rested his hands on the floor with his palms down. Finally, Madame walked up to David and removed dentures out of his mouth, dropped them to the floor and stomped on them with her foot as hard as she could shattering them and rendering them useless. "You don't need your teeth anymore, David! Enjoy being fed mushy pureed foods and trying to figure out how to coordinate your hands and feet so that you can learn to crawl. But then again, you are a little creeper, aren't you." Madame Illusia stuck her finger right against the poor boy's head. When she did so, the lights in David's head slowly started to dim. His eyes took on a very vacant look as his mouth became slack and opened slightly allowing drool to spill onto his bib. He was clearly having trouble balancing his trunk in a sitting position as Madame watched the trunk of his body wobble to and fro. The first words out of his mouth was a baby's chortle. But, he was no baby. Had he had his spark, he would have looked forward to middle school. However, in his current state, he didn't even know what a middle school was. Like every other child on this stage, Madame Illusia froze his age and mind so that he could live his new life in perpetuity. Now it's time to address that damn bitch that man called his wife. She'd surely make a happy Shetland sheep dog and might even produce a few litters to sell or give away.