"Fine," Timmy said, rolling his eyes as he swallowed the pill. Jamie watched, finally breathing a sigh of relief as his brother started to de-age.
Timmy shrank, his strong, masculine facial features regressing slowly as the two teens looked on. "I hope you're happy," the now 13 year old said, annoyed at having to look up to his brother for the first time since yesterday. The shorts around his waist became loose he passed 10 years old, though, curiously, he still retained his massive physique from before.
"Hey, why aren't Timmy's muscles shrinking, too?" Jamie asked, suddenly alarmed.
"I-I don't know," Charlie replied, as he looked at the sandwich bag in his hand, hoping he hadn't given Timmy the wrong pill.
Timmy soon reached seven years old, but his regression showed no signs of slowing down. "Hey, why am I still shrinking?" he asked, his voice becoming higher as his face came rounder, more child-like. The two teens just stared down in shock, not knowing what to do, as Timmy's head sailed past their waist.
The now four year old was on the verge of tears, his huge muscular arms flexing mightily as he wiped his eyes. Seeing the bag of pills dangling precariously in Charlie's hand, Timmy leapt up, using his powerful leg muscles to propel him high enough into the air. Snatching the bag, the three year old muscular kid ran upstairs as fast as his short, little legs would carry him, hoping one of the other pills would reverse what was happening to him.
"Oh, shit," Charlie said, hearing the heavy thumps coming from Timmy as he made it to his room. "Come on. We have to get those pills back."
The two teens made it to Timmy's doorway, ready to go in when suddenly, the door swung open and they were greeted by a Timmy that was...