"This can't be happening," Bartholomew swore as looked between the massive male wolf creature that claimed to be his daughter an his wife, "this can't be happening."
He could feel an itch spreading throughout his body, which he assumed was more hair and fur growing. He had a hard time believing it. He looked down at his hands again. Reddish brown hairs, matching the fur of the female wolf creature, were growing there, although it didn't appear to be growing at any great rate.
He sighed and lowered his hand and moved toward his wife when he was distracted by a dull "thunk" of something hitting the ground. He paused to look down to see his wristwatch laying on the floor. The band hadn't broke and it hadn't been undone, it had just fallen off. It was only then that he began to notice the looseness in his clothing.
"My God!" Jennifer exclaimed, "we're shrinking!"
Bartholomew turned back to his wife and saw that her own clothing was starting to look larger on her and that she was struggling to hold up her skirt as well.
"Actually, you're regressing," Jensen commented with a smile, "becoming kids again... it means you'll have to go through puberty again... but hey, your lifespan's probably been doubled this way."
"You monster!" Bartholomew growled, pausing only to realize his voice was getting higher and sounding more immature, "you can't possibly be my daughter."
"That's right, I am not your daughter anymore, I am your son," Jensen answered, and then smiled again, "and as I said before, technically it won't be right for that sort of reference to be used, as you will be physically much younger then I."
"Please, we did nothing to you," Jennifer whimpered.
"I beg to differ," Jensen growled in a low voice, "always with "my little girl", "daddy's little girl", etcetera, etcetera. I was practically a grown woman, and you treated me like I was a little kid."
Jensen then smiled as he watched his parents begin to shrink shorter and as his mother's skirt and underwear finally lost the battle with her narrowing hips and fell to the floor. His father's pants were looking rather loose, but they, so far, remained on.
"And now, I think I'm getting even for all those years of mistreatment," Jensen said with a smile, "You wanted little kids, so little kids you will be."
"That's not fair!" Bartholomew argued before pausing. He had wanted to say something far more forceful then that, yet what had come out was something that a little kid would say.
"No, it's happening!" Bartholomew groaned as he dropped to the ground, putting his head in his hands, even as claws began to grow out from his fingertips.
Jensen continued to put on a good grin as he watched the transformation progress. His parents were rapidly approaching the point in which their age regression would stop. His father's business jacket was looking far too big on him, and it was only the positioning of his hands and arms that kept them from disappearing into the jacket sleeves.
His mother was trying to both cover herself keep her own hands from disappearing into the sleeves of her own jacket, even as black fur began to grow out from her legs and feet as well. It was at this point when Jensen got up and approached the two children, who were now beginning to make their way into wolf-hood.
"Don't hurt me..." Jennifer pleaded as Jensen approached.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Jensen answered, sensing that their mental transformations hadn't fully kicked in yet, and knowing that what he would do would further agonize them.
Jensen then began to lift the over sized clothing off of his parents. Both tried to resist, but couldn't match his strength, and it was his mother that put up the greatest fight.
"NO!" Jennifer screeched, "I won't let you see me naked!"
"Please, am I or my mate wearing any clothes?" Jensen taunted, "besides, it is not like have breasts anymore, mother, and likely won't have for a few years... when you hit puberty again."
Jennifer looked down at herself as Jensen walked back to the chair with their clothing in his hands. He was also right. The body she looked at, while still feminine, was the body of a nine year old girl, covered in a downy coat of black fur. Realizing that she had lost her adult beauty, Jennifer only moaned.
"Nooooooooo!" Jennifer cried, sounding more like a howl the longer it went.
As he felt some pain and discomfort in his feet and spine, Bartholomew also felt somewhat depressed. He had clearly gotten some sense that he would be losing the power he had enjoyed as an adult. People in Glendale paid attention to the things he said or wanted, and now that power was gone, as who would listen to furry nine year old.
"You're mean!" Bartholomew yelled at Jensen as he rose up onto his now very wolf-like feet. Again he paused as he wanted to say something stronger then that.
"I am the Big Bad Wolf," Jensen gave Bartholomew a confident smile as he watched small wolf tails begin to grow out behind his parents, "Bart."
"Don't call me that!" Bartholomew shouted, "that is a kid's name! I'm... owwww!"
His rant was stopped short when his face began to push forward into a muzzle. Jennifer continued to whimper as her own face did the same.
"I'm sorry, Bart, but you look very much like a wolf-pup to me," Jensen smiled again.