Winston Wydeloade rubbed his blubbery chin, sized up Mitch and David, then shrugged. "Why not keep all three of you. If it gets to be too much, I can always auction a couple of you off later."
David stepped forward, straightened his back and tried his best to sound as tough as possible, given that he was now just a little boy, swamped in an oversized security guard uniform. "Listen, Wide Load! We don't belong to anyone. And neither does that kid there if he used to be like us. Now you're going to tell us exactly how to get out of here and help turn us back to normal."
"Oh yeah?" Winston Wydeloade gently set the sleepy little Ray down on a nearby bench, then approached David and rubbed his hands together. He stooped down really low. "Do you want to get a little closer and tell me that again?"
David took a deep breath, screwed up his courage, and stared down the enemy. "I said, listen, Wide Load! We don't belong--"
"BELCH!" Winston Wydeloade gave a big gassy burp in David's face. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed forward into the big man's waiting arms. "Out like a light." Winston laughed.
Mitch gaped wide-eyed. Winston smiled at him, and Mitch turned to make a run for it, but he immediately tripped over his too-large clothes. "Oh man!" He struggled to kick out of his baggy men's pants, but already Winston was hoisting him up into the air.
Winston spun the boy around and tickled him under the armpits. "Thought you could get away from me, huh?"
Mitch giggled and squirmed. "Please haha! You gotta let us go! hahahah!"
Winston stopped tickling Mitch and held him against his enormous belly. "OK, little guy. Give me a good reason, and I'll let you go."
Mitch felt lightheaded, and more than a little excited pressed up against the big powerful, man. The scent of sweat and body odor was making him dizzy. "I . . . well. I think we should . . ." He felt lost in Winston Wydeloade's twinkling eyes. Suddenly he found him to be incredibly handsome.
"What do you want, little guy? Do you want to go home?"
"I . . ." Mitch tried so hard to fight the strange spell of attraction that had suddenly come over him. This was his one shot to end all this craziness. "I want to go . . . to YOUR home." The words came tumbling out of him, as if he had no control at all.
"Good," Winston said. He held Mitch closer, rubbed his back. "Now count to three in your head, and fall asleep in Daddy's arms."
Mitch felt so drowsy. So incredibly comfortable. He followed along with his Daddy's voice. "1. . . 2. . . 3. . ."
****
Sometime later, Mitch came to his senses. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't at home, and he had an even bigger shock when he felt his baby-smooth face. He ran his hands up and down his body, glanced down, and confirmed he was still a 12-year-old boy, smooth, scrawny, and totally naked. He glanced up and realized he was currently suspended in a small cage, sitting on a cushion of some kind. He gripped the bars and shook. "Lemme outta here!" The cage swung lazily back and forth.
"Don't bother," came a familiar young voice.
To his left, David sat, arms crossed in another cage, also naked and still a young boy. "You'll just make yourself dizzy. Only Winston Wydeloade has the key."
"And any time you get too close to him, he just uses Dad magic to mesmerize you," came another kid's voice to the right. The other boy, Ray, was butt naked and caged to the right. The three of them we're hanging from the ceiling of a cozy looking room, themed like a cave, with rocky walls. A lazy boy recliner and TV were up against one wall, and a wet bar up against another.
A large figure appared in a cavernous passageway. Winston Wydeloade stood, big, fat, and hairy, wearing a terrycloth maroon robe, with a smoky pipe in one hand. "I see you're all awake. Welcome to my Daddy Den. I think you're going to enjoy your time here."
"What gives?" Mitch demanded. "Why do you have us locked in cages?"
"I think you look kind of cute up there. Like a little collection." Winston chuckled and approached, he blew a few smoke rings at Mitch and Mitch coughed. "Truthfully, it's just a precaution. With three mischievous boys running around, it might be hard to keep track of all of you at once. This just makes you a little more manageable until you've all completely adjusted to your new situation. Now, what shall we do tonight?"