The sound of the garage door opening made Jared’s heart jump—his parents were home. He groaned, setting down his controller. “Ugh, guess I can’t have you as a console all night.”
He turned to the sleek gaming system in front of him—Jeff, trapped in silence, unable to move, unable to resist.
Jared smirked, stretching his arms. “Alright, bro, time for a new look.”
He placed a hand on the console, whispering softly so no one else would hear:
“Jeff, become an eight-year-old boy. Small, weak, cute. and mom and dad will only think you are cute and love the new you and not freak out, Just like a little brother should be in this house.”
The transformation was instant. The gaming console vanished, and in its place, sitting on the floor in oversized clothes, was Jeff—only… not Jeff.
His older brother was gone, replaced by a small, skinny eight-year-old. His once-strong body had shrunk down to something frail and delicate, his limbs small and soft. His hair was slightly longer, a bit messy, his big blue eyes wide and round, his face full of youthful innocence.
He was adorable—too cute for his own good.
Jeff gasped, looking down at his tiny hands, his childlike frame. His breath hitched, his voice now higher, weaker. “J-Jared—no! Come on, not this! Turn me back—”
Jared grinned and ruffled his new little brother’s hair. “Nah, I like this. Actually, I love this.”
Jeff tried to slap his hand away, but his tiny arms were so weak it barely even registered. Jared only laughed.
“Alright, listen up,” Jared said, crouching down and gripping Jeff’s small shoulders. “You have two choices. One—you stay as my cute little brother. You act sweet, you love me, and you’re nice to Mom and Dad. Or…” Jared’s grin darkened. “You spend all night as a toy. Maybe a stuffed animal. Or a doll. And I promise you, I will make sure Mom and Dad see me playing with you.”
Jeff swallowed hard, his tiny hands shaking. He didn’t want to be a little kid. But the thought of being an actual toy, powerless, stuck in Jared’s hands, helpless for an entire night…
He clenched his fists, trembling. “F-fine.”
Jared smirked. “Good choice.”
Right on cue, their mother’s voice called from downstairs. “Boys! We’re home!”
Jeff barely had time to react before Jared grabbed his hand and pulled him down the stairs. His small legs struggled to keep up, and Jared laughed at how easy it was to drag him along.
As soon as they reached the living room, their mother gasped.
“Oh my God, Jeff!” She knelt down, scooping up the now-tiny boy into a tight hug. “You’re so adorable! What happened to my big boy?”
Jeff squirmed, his face burning with humiliation. “M-mom—”
But she was already smothering him in kisses. Their dad chuckled, ruffling Jeff’s hair. “Man, I don’t remember you being this small! You’re like a little teddy bear.”
Jared just stood back, arms crossed, grinning ear to ear. Watching Jeff—his once-tall, athletic, confident older brother—now a helpless eight-year-old getting cuddled and babied by their parents? It was perfect.
And the best part?
Everyone treated Jared as the older brother now.
Mom asked him about school first. Dad joked that he should “look after little Jeff.” It was subtle, but Jared felt the shift. He was the big brother now.
And Jeff?
Jeff was stuck.
Cuddled between their parents, cheeks burning, unable to protest, unable to change back, knowing that if he so much as tried to act out, Jared could turn him into something worse in an instant.
Jared leaned back against the couch, arms behind his head, smirking as he thought to himself.
This power… is the best thing that ever happened to me.