Mark was so happy about their achievements that he had planed a date with a major kick to it for his girlfriend Mary. The two best friends and their girlfriends were going to celebrate their success in this endeavor. Mark still thought he and Ted were the best of friends, and despite a few rough moments during the conception of the working formula, he figured he and Ted were going to celebrate. There was only one real drawback to the upcoming night, and that was the fact that Mary was not all that long ago his partner and seemingly Ted's girlfriend.
Mark felt kind of guilty about stealing her away from Ted, but she and Ted had been having problems for months and their break up was inevitable, and he had nothing to do with it. It was definitely not his fault he figured, but he still felt a little guilty about dating and sleeping with Ted's ex, but he was falling in love with her, and she was falling in love with him, and soon he would propose to her. As a matter of fact, he intended to do it that night at their dinner together.
But this night was going to be a double date with Ted and his new girl friend attending that made the idea of proposing a bit awkward, but Mark figured Ted was pretty much over Mary by then, and he seemed to be all right with the fact that he was dating Mary and all. After all, he said nothing but good things about it to him. And Ted was his best friend; he should be there when he proposed to Mark.
"Ted, you ready to go big guy? Tonight's the big night my friend! I'm going to ask Mary to marry me!" Mark exclaimed as he entered their shared office, and took off his lab coat and waited for Ted's reaction to his announcement.
Ted hated being called "big guy" by Mark. He figured it was some kind of hidden insult about his new weight problem, Ted had put on a lot of weight over the last three months due mostly to his metabolism, and of course his working so many long hours and not keeping up his exorcising routine as diligently as Mark had been doing with his own.
Both young men had at one time been in great shape, but ever since Ted broke up with Mary. He went into a work all the time attitude and had pretty much abandoned his work out regiment in lieu of his work. But Mark had still kept his regiment up. Ted had done the vast majority of the past three months worth of research, and felt like Mark had not been contributing his fair share of time and effort on the project and now that they had achieved success on the biggest discovery of the new millennium, he was going to have to share it equally with his girlfriend-stealing partner Mark. To Ted it just wasn't fair.
"You're kidding me, right Mark? I mean I thought this was just going to be a celebration dinner." Ted said thinking it rather rude of Mark to try to upstage their celebration of their achievement with his own agenda.
He looked at sternly and then couldn't help but admired Mark's body as Mark took off his soiled shirt also. Mark's body was supreme his abs were a near eight-pack, tight and firm. His arms were muscular, every vein distinct and unhindered as his were now by a fatty layer of work and food gained mass. Mark's arms were huge in size, his biceps were at least 18 or more inches around, and his forearms looked like Popeye's arms did, and his shoulders and pecs were as huge and firm as a bodybuilder's were. He looked like an Adonis. Mark was very handsome to boot on top of his great body. It just wasn't fair, Ted thought.
Ted figured he paid the ultimate price for his diligence while Mark was going to get half the rewards for his sacrifice of his one time almost as perfect body as Mark's still was.
Ted, when he was dating Mary, had a body to be admired. He was actually bigger and even better built at the time than Mark was, although Mark still had an advantage, he was better looking, and he had always been a couple inches taller then he was. But now he had let his body go to hell, and where he once had an eight-pack of abs, he now had love handles and a prominent gut. His arms that at one time resembled Mark's now had softened and carried a layer of fat where muscles once ruled.
He was indeed a big guy now. At only 6' and 298 pounds, the extra fifty pounds gained in just the last three months showed and big time, and all of it was fat! He was indeed a very big guy now. He was still strong and all; he just didn't have that fine form he once had.
While Ted was down right portly looking, Mark, on the other hand, looked great. Ted watched as Mark walked around their office in just a pair of jeans that hugged his ass like a second skin and showed off Mark's larger and more prominent male endowment--just another reason to be jealous of the handsome stud. Mark's jeans showed off every detail of his firm fine legs from his prominent quads to his perfect bubbled jock butt to his thick well-muscled calves. At 6'2" and 225 pounds, and almost all of it muscle, Mark looked great. Who wouldn't want to marry that, Ted thought, unless of course something unexpected happened to the handsome, but to him now undeserving arrogant stud.
Mark went into their bathroom. It was equipped with an emergency shower, but Mark always used it as a real shower. That's when the idea hit Ted and stopped him dead in his tracks, Ted got up and went to the safe and took out the youthening serum. He studied the bottle and contemplated what he was thinking about doing and made up his mind. It was payback time for him. He was going to test this out on a human for the first time, and that human was going to be Mark!
Generally the serum took several days to work on the test subject, but Ted knew he would have to give Mark an increased amount to shorten that waiting period. He knew that if Mark found out he was growing younger, he would know who did it to him, and just take the antidote and return to his right age of 24. Ted also knew that Mark would have him thrown in jail, and Mark would be the one to get all of the money that came from their discovery.
Ted knew there were three ways to deliver the serum. One was right through the skin, but that was the slow way. The second was an injection directly into a vein, but there was no way he could do that without Mark fighting him off. The third way was by drinking it. That method took awhile to work on the test animals, but with the right amounts, it always worked. So Ted decided that was the way to go.
He had already bought a bottle of champagne for the two of them, and up until Mark's announcement of his upcoming proposal to his ex-girlfriend, he had intended to just deal with the fact that he had to share their joint achievement equally, and the champagne was meant for that occasion.
Ted poured a rather large dose of the youthening formula into a beaker and stared at it. It glistened like gold in the beaker. Hell, it was gold in a liquid form. He smiled and got out the champagne. It too glistened like bubbling gold in its bottle. There would be no way to tell that the serum was in Mark's glass of champagne. Ted walked out of the lab after securing the antidote in another location, a place Mark would never think to look, and then yelled at Mark as he was still showering.
"Hey I'm starting our celebration a little early buddy especially considering were celebrating two big events here today! Congrats on both big guy!" Ted yelled as he waited for Mark's reaction to it, having already gotten another beaker out as his own glass and popped the cork on the champagne bottle and quickly poured it over the serum already in Mark's beaker they mixed perfectly you couldn't even tell it was in the beaker at all.
Mark was coming out of the shower garbed only in a towel; he looked magnificent. His body was perfect in every way. There was a dimpled almost childlike smile on his face, a face so confident, so secure in their futures as soon-to-be-millionaires. Mark flashed a deeply dimpled smile at Ted. His rather hairy but not that hairy body's hair was all still wet. His thickly covered legs hairs all forced down by the weight of the water yet to be toweled dry all his hairs still dripping water from his chests hairs it led down his thick nap of hair that went between his tight abs to his crotch area. His head was full of similarly the same thick dark rich brown color still wet. Even his well-groomed goatee was wet. It was surrounded by a light but still very noticeable amount of beard stubble that outlined his square angular jawline perfectly and showed what his beard would have looked like if not done in a goatee style like Mark kept it most of the time. Mark's big deep blue eyes graced by the most expressive of thick eyebrows were wide and clear. He looked every bit the true adult man he was still.
Ted smiled back and poured an equal amount of only champagne into his flask. Mark was at that moment the happiest man alive! He immediately hugged his partner soaking his clothes with his un-toweled skins water and grabbed the flask with the formula in it. Mark tapped his glass of the now soiled but still bubbly liquid doom to Ted's glass of pure champagne and smiled as both downed their drinks.
Mark grimaced a bit over the taste of the champagne. It had a sort of funny aftertaste to it, but it wasn't all that bad tasting he guessed. He never like champagne to begin with so he assumed it was just the brand that made it taste funny. He didn't really know what it was supposed to taste like anyways, and he really didn't want another glass so he declined Ted's offer of another glass. He was still wet so he just wanted to towel off and get dressed.
Ted smiled back downed his second glass and made an inference to Mark's naivete of the drink and patted him on his broad still wet shoulder. He had succeeded in doing what he set out to do, and now it would be just a matter of time before his partner would be to young to stand up on his own let alone share in the millions he was now going to make solely on the formula.
Mark's mind wouldn't be as affected by the formula as his body would be. Tests on the trained lab animals had proved that much at least. The trained dogs still knew their instilled commands even after they regressed back till they were six week old puppies, and the lab rats even performed their trained commands as pinkies so the effects of the serum were completely physical, and despite the fact that Mark was going to be a baby again in size and unable to formulate words again, he would for the better part still know he was once a grown man.
Mark dried off and slipped out his bottle of his much needed male growth hormones out of his changing bag and took two tablets. Ted didn't know about Mark's condition at all, Mark hadn't always been this tall or big. Mark not long ago was shorter then he was today and a lot smaller in build, but for the last 7 years of his life, Mark had taken the experimental hormones under his doctor's care to achieve what should have normally happened had his body produced the same hormones. But since he started the regiment of hormones he had made grand gains in height and size and build. He started the regiment 5 years before he met Ted. So Ted had no idea that at one time Mark wasn't taller than him at all. Mark had kept that part of his life a secret from Ted. He figured there wasn't any reason to tell him anything about the hormones he took or his past. Mark hid the bottle back in his bag and got dressed in his other street clothes and came out and smiled again at his partner who by now was also ready to leave the office.
"Well, we'll meet you at La' Shae's at about 8 tonight OK?" Mark said as he donned his jacket and waited for a reply.
"You got it buddy. Here's to a happy marriage and a rich future my friend. I know she's going to say yes, big guy!" Ted said as he thought about his own big guy inference. He knew it would be quite the opposite soon. So he tipped another glass of champagne in Mark's direction and smiled. He knew the only real future for Mark was to be a baby again and unwillingly back in diapers.
Ted watched as the jean-clad stud walked out of their lab. Mark's back was so perfectly shaped it tapered down from his very broad shoulders to his very narrow 32-inch waistline. Ted smiled knowing that soon that would all be different for Mark; Ted knew Mark would never be in here as an adult again. The deed was done!
Mark went to his jeep a happy man and stepped up into the jeep and looked around at the very nice day they were having. He smiled another infectious dimpled smile and started his jeep and left the parking lot feeling for some reason very much alive and rejuvenated. He figured his good feelings were all due to the fact that they had finished and succeeded at their work on the formula. He had no idea it was because he was now rejuvenated because he was steadfastly becoming a younger man again. Mark felt great he was on top of the world. He was ready to get married if Mary said yes, and his future looked so bright and finally secure.
Mark went directly to the gym as he always did and that day he felt so much stronger and more energetic then he ever felt before. Mark lifted more weight than he had ever had as well, and he was so proud of himself.
Mark went home after his grand showing at the gym as one proud guy. He got home still dressed in his work out shorts and shirt and he stank of the male sweat produced from the hormones he took, so he went to shower again. He felt so good so vibrant he couldn't figure out why either! But who cares, he thought! He checked himself out in his posing mirror. He couldn't see his face in that mirror he was too tall for that, but he did like what he saw. So Mark went to the sink to shave the stubble that usually surrounded his goatee if he didn't shave everyday, and he hadn't shaved in at least two days by then. But as he looked in the mirror he found he had only the minimal amount of stubble to shave away. It seemed odd to him, but he was too happy to worry about the fact it should have been denser than it was. So he just shaved what he did have away from his goatee and trimmed it as usual and started to get dressed for the evening's celebration and prepared himself for his upcoming big question to Mary.
But as Mark began to get dressed he noticed that his shirt and his suit's jacket, a suit he had especially made for him, didn't quite fit the way they had before. The pants seemed to be a bit looser and the sleeves of both the shirt and the jacket seemed to be just a bit too big and too long on him. He had just had it cleaned at the drycleaners so he assumed that they had done something to them.
He was pissed, but it wasn't that bad of a fit, and he could deal with it being a bit less confining on him anyways. It actually felt more comfortable this way. So he donned his belt and went to tighten it, but to his surprise, he found he had to go one more hole than his usual hole on this already used more than one-time belt. That was weird, he thought, it had not been at the drycleaners. So he figured he had to have lost some weight. Mark went to the scales and sure enough he had. He knew about what weighed dressed before, and he weighed in at about 230 pounds clothes and all, and now he was barely 220 pounds. That was a ten-pound drop in weight at least he figured.
Not that alarming, but it did sort of make him wonder a bit. Were the hormones failing? He hoped not, but he put the thought aside and finished getting ready for the evening. Mark felt great so even if he did lose ten pounds, it was probably due more to the fact that he had increased his workouts than for any other reason.
Mark called Mary, and they talked for a while he finished getting ready. He told her he had something he wanted to talk about and that it was important. She had a fairly good idea about what it was, and she was now just as excited as he was about it. Even though Mark had managed not to let the cat out of the bag just yet, it had gotten out nonetheless.
Mark talked to her all the way to his jeep and went to climb in and hit his shin on the step as he went to climb in the jeep. He had misjudged the height of the step and missed it or something. It hurt like hell, and he let out an audible OUCH! Mary heard it as he did it. He was pissed at himself for doing such a dumb thing, but as he was explaining what had happened to her, he found his seat was too far back for him to reach his pedals as comfortably as he had done just earlier that very same day.
He was baffled by it, but he didn't want to dwell on the idea to long and started to come up with other explanations for his seat being moved. It was probably just some dumb prank played on him by some local kids or something. Some dumb kid must have gotten into his unlocked jeep and pushed the seat back on him or something, he told himself as he reached down still talking to Mary the whole time and adjusted the seat. Mark was now two years younger than he was when he left the lab.
The years of steady gym workouts were vanishing from Mark's body as he drove to meet Mary. His many years of more then helpful hormone treatments were receding from him, their benefits vanishing with the years. Mark didn't know it yet but by the time he got to his girlfriend's house she was now a year older physically than he was, and he was now four years younger and only a 20 year old again.
His six years of hormone treatments had lost four of the years he had gained from them, and his body showed those losses more than he could have imagined. Mark felt more and more uncomfortable as he drove to her house, his pedals feeling farther and farther from being comfortable as his height dropped by two more inches making him a whopping three and a half inches shorter than he was just that morning. His weight had dropped a considerable amount as well, and his muscles he had built those four years were gone completely from him. Mark was now 6' and one half inches tall, and he weighed in at a stunningly low amount of only 180 pounds.
Forty pounds is a lot of weight for anyone to lose so quickly. His clothes now didn't fit him at all. His pants were going to be too long and too big for him as well. They wouldn't fit his now smaller waist even with one more belt hole used they would slide down his thighs a bit when he got out of the jeep, and his shirt sleeves that he denied were getting longer on him as he was driving would prove to him that they were. Especially when he stood up and found they were now covering more then half his hands.
The only thing that kept him from what was happening as he drove was his commitment to the road and the heavy traffic. That and the fact that his hands were elevated so he could steer the jeep. He would soon find these changes to be undeniable in just as soon as he got out of his jeep.
Well, Mark did find out that things had definitely changed for him the very moment he stepped out of his jeep, his pants were way too long for his legs, and his shirts sleeves immediately swallowed half of his hands, and his first step out of the jeep almost had him face down on the ground. The first step down seemed so much higher suddenly than it ever was before.
His pants immediately took a trip halfway down his now narrower thighs and an uncountable amount of folds formed above his booted feet from his knees down. The suit's jacket he wore was way too long for him now, and instead of being at half ass length, it now hid it all together. A blessing in a way, considering how much baggier the ass of his dress pants were on him. There was no denying that something had happened to him and in a big way. He stumbled forwards, his pants almost tripped him as they almost completely left his waistline and the now empty fabric engulfed his thinner legs in vertical and horizontal folds. He couldn't figure out what was actually happening to him. It all seemed so unreal.
But as he stood there in front of Mary's apartment another year vanished from him rather quickly, but this time he felt it as it happened. He shrank yet another couple of inches as he lost more of the hormones that he was taking advantages left him with that year too. He lost another 30 pounds as well. Now his once custom fitted dress pants would need more than a belt to fit him right.
Mark now knew that he was regressing in age. But how? Did he somehow get some of the serum on his skin somewhere, and if so how much and more importantly how far back was he going to regress. Needless to say, he knew at this rate he was gong to regress back to a time before he started to take the male hormones his body didn't produce enough of naturally and that meant he would be shorter then he was even now, and a lot thinner as well all his years of hormone supplements were rapidly going away.
Mark knew he had to get back to the lab and get the antidote and quickly. But how long did he have before he wouldn't be able to even drive his car anymore? He was already going to have to adjust the seat again just to reach the pedals again. Mary was his only real hope now, if she could even recognized him. He had to get her to help him though. Mark pulled his pants back up hindered the whole time by the lengthening sleeves of his shirt and jacket, he managed to tighten his belt sufficiently to hold his pants up but they looked ridiculous on him now, and even his shoes were becoming too big for him.
Mark felt like a kid playing dress up as he walked up to the apartment complex. There were people everywhere. It was a apartment complex designed for the younger single crowd, and this place was packed with them. He was now probably younger than any of them now, and he knew it. And he was getting even younger by the minute now as well.
Mark could hear the snickers coming form some of them as he walked past them with his head down towards Mary's apartment. Mark felt anther change just before he got to her door and he knew that last change was the one that catapulted him back to when he was almost male-hormone free. His heart sank as he felt that feeling of vertigo that came with the loss of height again. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched as the sleeves of his jacket and shirt over took all of his hands and he felt his belted pants slip down his waistline again.
How old was he now he thought as he now had to look up to look anyone in the eyes. He was as short as he was when he started the regimen of hormones 7 years and eight months ago. He was now barely 17 physically and just 5'5" tall and weighed in at an incredibly light 115 pounds. All of his former muscle and size was gone. He was as weak as any of the skinny girls around him were.
He was by far no longer the stud he was when he got home that day and admired himself in his posing mirror. He looked down at how his clothes now looked on him and was shocked at how huge they now looked. Huge folds of fabric had formed from the tops of his shoes that no longer fit to the bottom of his jacket that now thankfully covered most of it, but his hands were lost in the sleeves of his shirt and jacket he looked ridiculous to say the least.
He was still handsome, but now he was a handsome skinny-as-hell teenaged boy. Mark fought back the tears that wanted to flow freely from him now. He needed to get to Mary's apartment and fast, but now he was super-hindered by his now huge suit and oversized shoes, and he had two more flights of stairs to climb before he got to her apartment.
No one seemed to have seen him change. All they saw as he stumbled past them on the now oversized to him steps was a teenaged boy playing dress up in a man's suit. He felt totally humiliated.
The steps had him panting for air by the time he got by the laughers with comments that cut to the bone and more. Luckily for Mark his regression had stopped for a while probably due to the fact that he had burned through almost all of his male hormones. His hairy body was now all but devoid of body hairs he had a patch around his now considerably smaller cock and a faint amount of hair on legs and forearms and some under his arms. But his face was now totally bare as was his chest and now swollen but still tiny stomach.
Mark had to walk by three guys who had bad intent for him, and he knew it, They looked down on him with evil ideas in their heads They were after all teenagers themselves, and he was a target now a defenseless one at that.
"HEY BOY!!" one called to him as he tried to just go by them.
"Why you dressed like that boy? Is this Halloween or what? Or are you just playing grown up in your daddy suit?" the second guy said.
Mark knew he wasn't going to get by these guys unscathed, and he had no way to fight back, not at his present size. He was scared to death. He felt like he did in high school all over again.
"I don't think its Halloween guys. It's June not October. So why you dressed like that? Are you a little fag who just likes to wear a man's suit or what? You little fag!!" one guy said as he purposely stood in Mark's way.
Mark's heart was beating a mile a minute as he stopped walking, frozen by fear and thoughts of having his ass kicked like it was so many times in junior high and high school again ran through his mind. He was a wimp again and he hated it!
Mark looked up at the guy. This skater punk couldn't be more then 150 pounds at best, but he was bigger, taller and stronger than he was now. Mark didn't stand a chance against this guy especially dressed the way he was. He couldn't even run away from him dressed in his oversized clothes.
"Got any money in your dad's suit, boy?" the punk heckled as he grabbed a large handful of the now very loose fabric of Mark's suit jacket. He pulled on it lifting Mark's feet off the ground till his heel came out of his shoes and he was standing on the tips of his toes in the oversized shoes. His heart raced and fear ruled his world. Mark kept thinking if they take his wallet than they would have his access card to the lab as well, and he would have no way of getting into the lab.
The guy then grabbed the jacket and yanked it upwards till Mark's frail arms were above his head, and the jacket slipped off in the guys hands easily. Mark's dress shirt went with the jacket it came out of the waistline of the suit's pants that were now supported by only a belt tightened to its last hole. His pants, weighed down by his heavy wallet and change in his pockets, just slid down his legs to his knees taking his boxer briefs with them on the journey down.
Mark was naked from his knees up his pants an incredible pile of excess fabric piled in folds around his knees his oversized boxers sat on top of the belted waistline of the pants. Mark's frail body was exposed for the three to see his full weakness. Mark's emotions were taxed to the limit, and the tears he fought off began flowing down his face. The guy grabbed both his wrists with just one hand while he had his hands above his head. Mark's wrists were that thin and frail. Mark tried to pull his arms free, but he lacked the strength to even do that.
"Goddamn boy, you ought to wear some clothes that fit you!" the guy said. Mark was totally humiliated, and tears of that emotion joined the tears of fear and an aching of another even more sinister embarrassing event grumbled in his fear filled groin.
"Let go of me please," Mark said in a voice that wasn't his old voice of authority but more of that of a young scared teen's, and that was exactly what he was now, and as the fear grew so did the urge to go to the bathroom right there. Mark concentrated on stopping that from happening to him. He was winning that battle as they let go of his hands and laughed with the other two guys who were rummaging through his jacket's pockets and had found the ring he was going to give to Mary that night.
It was five-caret ring that maxed out one of Mark's credit cards. It seemed to be enough of a booty for the three to leave him alone. They threw down the shirt as the bigger of the three donned his jacket and admired the fit. It was too big for him, but he kept it on anyways as the three just left poor Mark standing there in tears and walked away like nothing had happened, keeping his precious $5000+ engagement ring as their bounty.
Mark stood there for a few moments before he even reached down to pull up his pants he looked down at his body through blurry eyes and saw the full measure of what had occurred to him. His monster-sized hormone-induced cock was as small as a little boy's was now, and it was nearly void of any pubic hair at all. No wonder they laughed at it the way they did. His body was muscle-less and frail and totally devoid of hair. During the incident, he had dropped another year or so and was now going backwards through puberty again. He was about 15 now if he was even that old.
His pants were enormous for him now, but they were all he had for cover and as he grabbed his shirt to hide his now inadequate body from the world, he found it to be enormous. This was all a nightmare for him, but it was all too real as well. He would have to now convince Mary that he was Mark Bohem and not the young skinny teen he now looked like.
His cell phone was still strapped to his belt, and his wallet although it now threatened to take his pant's down again was still in his back pocket, but his keys and the engagement ring were gone with the jacket. Mark wiped his eyes dry and headed for Mary's apartment, holding up his pants with hands now almost totally covered by his shirts still buttoned sleeves the shoulders of it hung down past his elbows, the rest of the sleeves all folded wrinkles from his fingertips to the shoulder seams. He was that much shorter and smaller now.
He got to Mary's door and looked up at how big it now looked. The doorknob was now at his chest level, and he would have to reach up if he were to open it, but his key to her apartment were with his other keys and he would have to knock now. Mark had no other choice so he knocked feeling like a fool as people passed him in the opened air hallway making their own comments and none of them good.
Mary came to the door and peered out of her peephole to see who it was. Mark was too short to be seen that way anymore his head just under the hole's level now. Mary reluctantly unlocked and opened the door cautiously. There standing before her was a frightened-looking preteen aged boy dressed in a grownup's suit pants and an oversized dress shirt. The boy only had his socks on, his shoes had come off down the hallway and were sitting there a few steps apart from each other empty of their occupant.
Mark was standing in the cuffs of his pants now. His feet almost cover completely by the pants cuffs, his socks were coming off, and the toes of them stuck out from his feet empty of filler. He was mortified and embarrassed and above all totally humiliated.
"Who are you?" Mary said as she looked down at him he now came to her shoulders' height, where as before he had towered over her by three inches easy. Mary looked very perplexed and almost annoyed at the fact that some dumb kid was knocking at her door dressed in grownup clothes. "Can I help you son? I mean, what do you want?" Mary said really not knowing what to do about the kid whose eyes said he was crying not too long ago.
"It's me, Mark! I'm growing younger!" he said in a kids voice now. He doubted she would believe him at all now. "They stole my jacket, and my keys were in the pocket of the jacket. They got your ring too... I'm sorry." Mark said as a tear rolled down his cheek. This wasn't the way he wanted her to find out about the ring.
Mary looked down and couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy, but she didn't believe he was Mark at all. But as she looked into his bloodshot eyes and took in this boy's features, she realized if this wasn't Mark, this boy could have easily passed off as his kid! Mark wasn't old enough to have a kid this age though. If it were true it would explain why this kid was dressed this way and why there were two very expensive dress shoes just down the hall from her apartment. So this had to be Mark, but what had happened too him?
She bent down on her knees and looked deep into Mark's deep blue now bloodshot eyes and saw it was indeed Mark behind them. She hugged him and helped him into her apartment and went and retrieved his shoes as Mark struggled the whole way with his feet in the cuffs of the dress pants and one of his socks coming completely off his now small foot as he headed straight for her bathroom. He knew exactly where it was. He had after all used it many times as an adult, and once there he let go of his waistline of the pants, and his underwear and pants slid down his legs, and he stood over a john that seemed impossibly huge now and pissed out a man-sized piss. He was still going when Mary came back in. It seemed like he was never going to stop pissing.
She hollered for him as she came in and heard him in her bathroom peeing. She was so confused by then that she just sat down and waited for the boy to finish going to the bathroom.
Mark finally finished his piss and wiped his eyes and his runny nose clean with some tissue and then reached down and pulled up his belted pants and went to the door holding them up with one hand, and having to reach up with the other to open the door with the other his shirts cuffs hindering him in both duties. Mark came out and stood there. He fought back tears that again would flow soon despite his valiant efforts to stop them. He just wanted to be a man again. That's all he really wanted right now.
"What the hell happened to you Mark?" Mary asked as tears now flowed from her eyes freely, and she listened to what was the weirdest and saddest of tales of what he thought might have happened to him and how he got there and of course what he went through to get there. The whole story seemed like a weird science fiction story to her, but she believed it more and more as the now boy-sized Mark went on with his tale. He told her about Ted's and his discovery and the fact that there was an antidote for what had happened to him at his lab, but they needed to go as quickly as possible. He was already having trouble remembering things he had learned over the lost years as his mind and body continued to get still younger as time went by or rather back for Mark.
"Well, you can't go dressed like that Mark!" Mary said frustrated and confused, her mind racing as to where to find something that would fit her now 13-year-old sized boyfriend.
She had a friend with kids his present age, but she wasn't sure if her friend's kids' clothes would even fit Mark. Mark was so frail and skinny looking now, and her friend's kids were no doubt bigger than he was now, but the clothes would be a better fit than what he had on now and would just have to do, for now at least. And once Mark took the antidote he would return to his old size, and then he could wear his own clothes again.
Mary told Mark to go ahead and get undressed and wrap a towel around himself for now while she called her friend to get something he could wear out of there. He couldn't even walk in the clothes he had now in any case. Mark humbly submitted to her request. What choice did he really have? At least he was safe for now from the now very harsh world outside, and that made things a bit easier for him to deal with what was happening to him.
Mark went into the bathroom again and took off his now enormous clothes and turned around and stared at what he now looked like in Mary's full-length doorway mirror. His heart sank. He was now a scrawny kid again, as small as he was when he went to junior high school and about as young as well. He was so skinny though he could hardly even remember being ever this thin before, but he was at one time though, and now he was again.
His face looked gaunt and thin and childlike in appearance, much the way it did when he was 12 or 13, so he figured that was about how old he was now physically. Mark knew he was starting to forget things though as he sat there and tried to do some math problems that should have been rudimentary for him. He couldn't do them. His mind was now regressing as well. Even though he still could remember being an adult male, he was forgetting the things he learned on his way to becoming one.
The simple things were going first. It seemed things like sentence structure and anything to do with complex mathematics had already vanished from his head. He wondered if they would come back to him when he got the antidote, or would he be severely dumbed down when he became an adult again? Was he going to lose all he had learned by the time he got to the lab? How far back was he going to regress, which now was in his minds way of thinking was, "How much younger was he going to be when he got there?" The very word regress was no longer a part of his much more limited vocabulary. Part of his answer was given to him as he stood there looking at himself. He again lost another few years of his life, but this time he watched his reflection as it happened to him.
His height dropped again and that all too familiar feeling of vertigo came over him again as it happened. His face got less teenaged in appearance, and his arms got even thinner, as did the rest of his body. He looked to be maybe 8 or 9. When it finally stopped, he was the size he was in the 4th or 5th grade. He hated this and tears again flowed more freely this time; he couldn't control it anymore. He hated the sound of his sobs. They made him feel the way he looked which was very childlike.
Mary came back with the clothes she had borrowed from her friend, and she heard Mark crying in the bathroom. The last time she saw him he was about 13 or 14 years old in size, but when she opened the door, she was shocked to see a kid-sized version of her former lover who looked to be 8 or 9 at best. He was growing even younger and faster than either of them had ever imagined him to regress. He was crying like a kid too. She felt so sorry for her former stud.