Oliver felt the warmth of the huge adult surround his body, and at the same time he felt his adult self losing the fight. It was just so warm, wonderful, that he could no longer resist. Memories began to slip away like bad dreams, replaced by a new void of warmth and stability of the adult. As the change completed, Oliver was left as a little baby, hardly a few months old, swaddled in David's arms. His last thought and memory was of the warmth, of David's face, cemented as his protector in his newborn mind.
David smiled to himself, and gently coaxed the silver ring off the baby's finger. "There's my Ollie, you wont need that anymore. Daddy's got a whole new life planned for you, my sweet little boy. First though..."