Francisco Fuzzychest held David tight against his hairy torso. He started to gently squeeze David's shoulder, brushed his bushy, bearded face up against David's cheek, and whispered. "In just a moment, you'll feel more relaxed than you have in years, Little Davey. Just listen to my voice. Smell Daddy's magic cologne."
"Hey, stop . . . I feel . . . funnny." David began to tingle all over. He felt lighter than air. Suddenly it was impossible to resist. He wanted to escape, to go help his buddy Mitch, but his arms and legs just melted in the big man's arms.
"It's all right, Little David. I'm going to make you smaller and smaller and smaller."
David felt his whole body shrinking even more. His arms and legs shortened. His voice crept up even higher in pitch when he tried to protest. "But I'm a grown up. You gotta change me back."
"You don't sound like a grown up, Little Davey. In fact, pretty soon, you won't even be able to say much. But that's okay, because you're going to feel like Daddy's good little baby."
"Baby?" David glimpsed his reflection in a storefront window behind his captor. Already he looked 7, 6, 5, years old, and he was changing faster and faster. "W-wait... I gotta be a gwown up..."
Mr. Fuzzychest shushed David. Rocked him gently back and forth.
David babbled, drooled, melted into the big man's arms, until he was starting to fit comfortably within the nook of his arms.
"That's right, Davey. You're just 4, 3, 2... 1 years old now."
David gurgled and goo'd and made little baby noises. He struggled to maintain his grown up thoughts, but they were melting into happy baby nonsense.
"There's my good little baby." Francisco Fuzzychest pulled away the mess of David's oversized security shirt and tossed it on the ground with the rest of the discarded grown-up clothes. He showed David his reflection in the window, a smiling, naked little baby boy. Then he crossed the mall to a conveniently located changing station. Within minutes, Francisco Fuzzychest had powdered David's netherregion and strapped a nice, crunchy diaper around his bottom.
He tickled Baby Davey. "Not sure if I'll keep you or not, but you sure are cute. Hm. What to do with you."