Josh realized it first, after he finished a bout of hacking and coughing.
The changes were still happening.
There was Ric, nearly bald, and well over six feet tall, sitting, naked, on the well-padded bottom of a 1-year-old, the soles of his feet facing each other, pudgy legs
akimbo, equally fat arms flailing wildly. Ric's eyes focused as well as they could on a balding, moustached man who had long passed 70.
Marco's head was nearing the ceiling and he resembled nothing so much as one of those bendy Hallowwen decorations people put on their doors, only with skin
still attached. His hips and shoulders stuck straight out, skin stretched tight across them. His abdomen weas a concave arch under the ribs and long blonde hair
pooled across his narrow feet. he seemed oblivious to what was going one, and obviously excited, for, though it, too had changed, his dick now pointed skyward;
but it was no thicker around than a pencil.
As for Mr. Mendes - all Josh could see was a rumpled set of clothes lying askew on the chair cushion where he'd been sitting.
As for himself, Marco gazed down and opened his robe, then stroked the grizzled stubble on his chin, surprised at the roughness of the bristles. Pale skin doppled
with brownish and grayish spots covered his drooping chest and the rolls of skin above his ample paunch. A trail of white hair led down to a soft, sagging member,
also with a few spots on it, and he could actually see his legs losing definition as he watched. His back hurt, his feet hurt,he was beginning to have trouble catching
his breath now and felt a growing pressure on his sternum. haziness began creeping in on his vision.
Without thinking, just operating in a blind panic, Marco threw back the back cover of the book and shouted out the words on the last page.
Before the final syllable had died out, all the spells were undone.
"OH - SWEET -- JESUS!"
Was the only sound in the room, coming nearly in unison from all four.
Marco dropped the book,pulled his robe tight and plopped into his chair, legs curled up underneath him. Every few seconds a violent shaking ran through his entire
frame.
"Well, Josh, we went a bit -- ahem -- overboard, didn't we?" Mr. Mendes finally said.
Marco nodded. "Look, guys - wasn't that the idea? To see what would happen and still have a ssfety valve to reverse it?" (Inwardly, he still savored the feeling of
height and slimness he'd been given and then had taken away. Without conscious thought, he stroked the width of his butt and sighed dejectedly.)
Ric had grabbed a robe and covered himself and was moving toward Josh with daggers coming from his fixed eyes. "You - did - that - on purpose!" he hissed.
Francisco leapt from his seat to restrain the boy before soemnthing unwanted happened. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he forced him to the floor.
"Ric, it wasn't Josh's fault - well, not entirely - it's not like we can predict what the outcome will be. We can DO this - we just have to start on a little -" he
hesitated, tripping over the word which described what he's just been "- smaller -- scale."
Ric tried to get out from under mr. medes' hands, but was held fast. It took nearly a full two minuted until francisco felt him relax.
"It's OK now, Mr. Mendes," Ric said, even smiling now, "I guess it wasn't Josh's fault that two papers stuck together and got my wishes all mixed up. Actually, it
was kind of a joke on all of us, huh? what happened to you, anyway, Mr. Mendes?"
"Tell you about that some other time, Ric," Mr. mendes answered. "I'm not really sure I have it all sorted out myself."
He released the older boy and moved to comfort Josh, who was whimpering. "Shh, ssh. You tried your best. The same thing could have happened to any of us.
really," Mr. Mendes offered.
Josh looked up, haltingly speaking, wiping trails of moisture from his cheeks. "Muh... Mr. Mendes ... I'm r-really sorry. I thought this game would be fun. After all,
all Ric 'n' me r-r-really wanted was to be gr-grown-ups like you and muh... muh... Marco."
"Is that what this is about?" Mr. Mendes replied. "Well, I think Marco and I can do something about that." He tousled Josh's hair then lightly 'chucked' him on the
boy's upper arm. Then to Marco, "Es verdad, mi amigo?" Josh, recovering quickly, was smiling now, woo.
Francisco reached down and picked up the book, then sat next to Marco on the couch. "Now, Ric - and Josh - explain to us EXACTLY what YOU want."