Mitch and David darted looks all around them. Their panic was increasing by the second, and quite understandably so. The large men around them were looking at them with much curiosity and indeed thorough interest. Their younger charges were looking at them quite bewildered, as if both Mitch and David had just fallen from Mars. The former security guard felt very vulnerable. They were short and weak, surrounded by men that truly appeared like giants, all obviously seeing young boys like them like pets. How could they not feel incredibly ill-at-ease? Their clothes now much too big and hanging loose on their bodies also accentuated how tiny they had become and how foreign they seemed in that environment. They knew they looked grotesque and that it was only a matter of time before one of the men took an earnest interest to them. And then, what would befall them? Horror-stricken, both former adults remained glued to the spot, at a total loss over what to do. Luckily, they had been spotted by fellow boys who were determined to help them, at least as much as they possibly could.
Suddenly, the two boys were surrounded by a haggle of kids in white and red sportswear. They were between the ages of five and about thirteen and they pushed the two newcomers towards a secluded play area at the far end of the mall, protecting David and Mitch through the mass of the dozen that they were. Once in a more private seclusion, Mitch started the conversation, blurting out his questions in one breath.
"What is this freaky place? Why are we kids? Who are these fat creeps?"
"Hey, calm down and we'll tell you," said the kid who was the oldest, or at least tallest. "Or at least what we know."
"We all used to be adults like you," said another, noticeably younger.
"Until we entered the Daddy Dimension," added another.
"This place," chirped the smallest of the lot.
"The men here love to make grown men into kids and then raise them. Well, we're more like pets. They adopt us and treat us like their pets."
"But... we grow up again, right?" asked David.
"No. Only if they magic us back into our adult forms. But it never happens. They regress you or keep you a kid indefinitely," explained the tallest one. "They never tire of us. If you're lucky, you wont get regressed mentally or get hypnotised. These fuckers can brainwash you in a few minutes."
David said nothing, appalled. Mitch had other questions.
"There aren'y any girls? And... What do you guys do all day?"
"No chicks. But maybe a Mommy Dimension exists, for all we know. These "daddies" just dress you up, play with you, send you to clubs, feed you,... Whatever they think is lovable and caring parenting."
"But they don't try anything... well, you know..." asked David, suddenly terrified.
"God, no! That’s the only good thing. None do, though when you get hypnotised by them you might get aroused. But it's only temporary and it just amuses them. But they get on between each other no problem. Expect to see a lot of homosexual sex if a married couple adopts you."
The mere idea was revolting for the two newbies.
"Can't we escaped?" asked Mitch.
"No one's ever been allowed out of this wacko dimension without the help of a daddy, s'far we know."
"But the elevator..." started Mitch.
"Only activates out with the help of a daddy. It works fine when it comes to pushing unlucky bastards like you into this world."
"There must be a way out!" pleaded David.
"Nah. You're both screwed," mumbled the kid with finality. "God, I need a smoke."
"You always say that," piped another kid.
"Who are you?" asked Mitch.
"We are on a training session with a coach. The ones that have been mentally regressed are eating together. No point hanging out with THEM. Though some coaches have large families to make sure they always have kids to practice with."
"What should we do...?" mumbled David, close to tears.
"Depends what you want to do to make the rest of your existence better," said the tall kid. "We figured we can help you in at least that. Maybe you can choose who will adopt you and not get reduced to acting like babies or thinking shaking a rattle is best fun in the world."