It had been almost a week since I last used my grandmothers wish's power she gave me. The one over time itself, the one I knew she would never have given me knowingly. She must have rolled over in her grave the day I made that wish on her majic coin.
I was getting bored by then and I just had to find someone, anyone that would fit my need to transform someone back into a childs body.
So then as I walking down the street I saw a great comotion going on at this store at the corner of the street. There were cop cars all around the place with cops all weilding guns at this one guy with a civilian hostage held at gun point as he walked towards a car.
I saw my next victom. The guy holding the young girl hostage, he was a really tall strong looking young man dressed in jeans and a wife beater tee shirt that showed off his well toned muscles, he must have been twice my size.
I just couldn't beleive my luck on this one. Why this handsome strong guy had robbed the store and now held a hostage in lue of an escape didn't really matter much to me.
I was finally going to be able to use the wishs power for a good deed. And luck be the lady today he was a perfect specimen to work with as well.
I just started to concentrated real hard on the guy as he and his hostage were walking cautiously towards his get away car.
I was amazed at how quickly he started to change physically, his broad shoulders just seemed to shrink in on themselfs. His massive biceps sharnk in size just as quickly as his width and even his height did. I was in seventh heaven as I watched years of stringent workouts fade fastly from the young man.
His power over the girls strugling was lost in no time as he reentered his early teen years and his adult muscles and hair began to just fade away back with the years that were fastly fading away from him. He had a confused look on his now much younger face as he began to notice his own changes for himself. He must have felt his clothes becoming baggyer on him as well as the gun becoming heavyer because he stoped mid way to the car and looked down at his ever shrinking body and gasped in a higher piteched audible tone of voice.
Everyone there was in awe over what they were also seeing as the now almost preteenaged boy of a once staltworth young man grabbed desperatly for the waist line of his once skin tight jeans as they began slide down his thighs rather unhindered by his previously larger and longer legs.
It was all rather comical looking to me at leist, the ass of his once bubble butt filled jeans now hung flatly over an ass that was nowhere near his old size. If it did have hair on it at one time it certainlently didn't have any by now. The poor young man was in such a state of shock that he not only lost his hostage and his gun in his desperate attempt to save his own dignaty as his jeans started to drop down to almost to his knees. He also lost it mentally as tears began to just roll down his now only ten year old face. I started to stop concentrating on him when he was maybe seven or eight years old. I felt like he was no longer a threat to anyone by then.
I walked over to him put my hand on his shoulder and watched the stunned young man squirm in his jeans so nicely fitted only moments ago, his show piece wear just became to big for him, it was easy just like
I thought it would be I had watched this guy who was at liest twice my size wither down in size to half of my size, to stuned to move or think and now with his pants now around his ankles it was easy to just push him out of my
way, besides he easily just tripped in his jeans that were now around his legs his
skinny ass hit the ground bare of his underwear that also went down
with his jeans hindering his walking push or not.
A boy with over sized jeans now tryed to get up, a stunned look on his face a face now barren of facial hair. Where a Thick well
groomed beard was now soft skin barren for years to come of the beard that was there moments ago staired in awe at the people he once was looked up to as their superior, he was a threat to some of them, and
now a child would need their help, and that child was him!
I was amazed the wish worked the first time ! And even more amazed that I could do it again. Right then, right there, there was no stoping me now! The cops and bystanders seemed to somehiow know that I did this to this now weakling of a child that was but moments ago a strong young man. Guns from the cops there came out of places you wouldnt beleive, back pockets, shoulder harnesses, hidden in their boots! But out they came! No one wanting to share that guys fate. Cops and their guns, their answer to everything they could not solve with reason or with thought. I smiled and raised my arm and froze for them where they stood, and not a one of them could move then, I lowered it and watched their brows as they all sweated their futures, each one afraid in his own way.
I walked amoung them, all of them frozen from fear frozen by me, the entire rank defencesless, not even the captains or what ever their rank was was able to even move their dicks and releive their now aching fear filled bladders let alone stop me. It was to easy everyone of them a victom to be if I wanted it to be that way.
I really liked the young ones they sweated it the most, they had their futures ahead of them their reputations to deal with their very
manhood was at stake, and one by one I could rob them of it, every bit of it. I walked over to one, he was frozen like the others were, but he looked so nice, so fine so strong. His face was so farmilar it reminded me of some one, but who? Then it hit me, he was in look like the actor Mark hammond his features more the young one, then the more muture one as I'd seen him as so recently. None the less he was good looking. either would have done for this test.
I smiled at him knowing his fear, wishing for once he was different, or not so attarctive in anyway. But he wasent different, not right now at leist he was to his own unfortunate fate not. He was what I would use to prove my power but once more. I hoped his ill fated fate would be enough for the rest to think about what I was actually capable of.
He was on his kness at the time so I lifted this frightened guys square firm jaw, I could feel his tight neck muscles react to my touch, the muscles of a man were held in the hands of what could be argued as not, I had his future his dreams in the palm of my hand he was so good looking, so fine, an air of maturity ruled this face, so confident when allowed to be, but now so bewilderd and scared.
Should I allow tomarrow to to be as today was for him? Every man has a breaking point even I do, but this was like a candy bar in my
hand so tempting so good looking, I craved its sweet dimise. Death wasent my plan for him but time was, it too was now mine to control, I
forced this handsome young man to look me in the eyes and smiled down at him. "Im not going to hurt you." I said as I began his trip back in his own life time, taking a year, then two, then stoping to let the rest see what I was capable of. Not that they hadent seen what I could already do, this one was for me, this was for fun.
He was young before the years were taken from him and it showed a self assured young man of twenty three became twenty one again just legal drinking age again. Albait he was probably no real drinker anyways. His age for that respect was probably irelevent to this guy, he was a thinker an actor playing a role only his role was that of a cop in the wrong spot on the wrong day. "Hows it going to feel when someone has to diaper you and you know your still a man?" I said knowing I would feel the responce in his jaw and his neck muscles.
I felt as expected a gulp, it was music to my hand. an answer with out words. I smiled down at him he was so nice looking no dout he would someday again be a cop again, but he would have to grow up all over again to be that, and this time he would have this as a memory to make this situation harder next time. I would be far in advance in my own world by then though, far from his reach far from his powers. to bad he did not have that to work on me at this time, his time to remember.
I asked him if was married, he answered no. Bad answer. I thought as I raised his whole body to a standing position and there before all of them was handsome young man. I love this part, this is where power takes presitence over reality. where reality takes the back
seat to it, I let him stand there for all of them to see not one able to move or help him.
He was a fine specimen of a man strong sholders dominted his stance, an arch to his back given only to the luckest of us, in front
stong abbs ruled his posture, thick with muscles displayed by me starting to slowly unbutton his shirt and revieling them I got the
last few by pulling his shirt from its tucked in waist line, his fate was now mine, mine to do my magic to. What stood before them even I
liked, the way he still looked! Strong and still adult, thick manly hair covered his chest it was inticeing to say the leist. I was hard in my own pants as I veiwed him as I ripped off his shirt to look at his strong upper body. It was awash in a thick layer of manly body hair thickly coated over and between his thick pecs and a nice flow of it fell down between his tight six pac abbs to his waist line of his cop uniform pants
I like a guy in uniform, but a guy in just the pants covered in manly body hair, and no shirt? SHIT!!!!! That takes the cake. As
they say. I turned the poor still manly youth around let them all see what I did. He was a man of stature, a man of great body
streanth, and a mind to match it. But hey whats life without tribulation, with out challenges right? Boring to say the leist.
Do not good ideas go to those who wait? And in this case he would again have to wait, and learn again that, that he would know he
already had been and that was a MAN!
I stood back and began the process his twenty one years what he had left of his twenty three, the two I took erased from it. I made it a slow process one he could see himself in his own reflection in the
chromed glass looking building we were all standing in front of all of them frozen, and me not.
It was diaper days for this young man Or should I say boy? I took that control first just to let him see why he would soon need them
and to further embarrass him, he was going to be too young to do anything in responce to it anyways real soon, so what difference does
it make? Besides its a fetish I love. I did this before I stole the adult in him, while he was still a man. I did this as personal pleasure not caring for their responce to it. Besides he wasent going to be the last to see what I could do.
I stood back from him as he stood there still unable to move, his stance that of a man of stature, feet spread slighlty apart, I like
that , nice touch I thought, it accented his quades they were so well developed appearently early in his adult life, he was quite the man tight strong and very very handsome at twenty one as he was at twenty three, he did not look to different,but he was very scard.
I use fear its a tool, sometimes it seems like a good one too. I like it . Go figure? I watched with great pleasure as this young cocky cop let loose that, that he had no control over, I watched as his cock on a cock sure cop, as big and ample as any good studs was. Filled his thin cotten dark blue uniform pants with his own emabarrassing display of loss of control. They turned darker in contrass as the area of hated wettness grew, it flowed down his right
leg as it soaked the entire crotchs front and then to his knee and eventually his shoe on the left leg as well soon both feet stuck in
shoes soon to be to big for him were soaked in his future need for diapers.
I just smiled as the others some liking it secretly others, the macho ones freaking out, watched my own private show they were either unwilliing voyours now or happy partisipents either way the show went
on.
I make no quames to my wishes, my needs, I do what I have to, too survive. Ask no quetions, or seek no help. its my way. My world! theres a new song that fits it well... Its my way or the highway! Turer words were never writen, tghey suddenly seemed to be better now reveberateded in a song I now sung in my head.
Control, thats what this storys about. What lifes about. Ultimate control, ultimate force, ultimate ends, they lead to where we are in
our lives, and this man. Soon to be a baby's world of roads led him to this spot in his now renewing life!! Shameful. but no? Futures are sometimes lived twice. An Ulitimate gift in reality. Besides it was entertaining as well.
I watched as this man who was still very much a man slide backwards in time every second a day! Every minute a year!
Every millisecond pure enjoyment for me.
I watched as fear became even more intence fear as he was now forced to feel this happen to him, all that he was faded, all that he
was dispeared back into time enternal, or at leist it must have felt that way for him. All his work outs reversed in action all the runs
were as if he'd taken them running backwards now they worked to him back to where he was before them, every weight he ever lifted taking a reverse coarse on him now as if while it was lifted it stole from him size instead of the giving it to him. he shrank back to that,
that he was before instead of gain, loss was the new out come.
I like the fact he will remember what he was, who he was, how strong he was. And of coarse the ultimate insult as his now fatty
baby legs are lifted in the air and a diaper slid under his ass and the ultimate feeling that its now would be needed sinks in.
I watched as they did as his body lost its size his hairy chest returning to the chest of his teens. I left his torso the freedom
of movement so we could all watch as he regressed we see could see the strugle in his eyes, and in his upper torso and arms as it
happened to him, fear! As time took its journey backwards, taking his macho manly form with it as it went.
We got a grand stand seat to this event I watched as the others around me did, only they were frozen forced to watch it, as their friends body, and his life, took that jouney back in time. His powerful legs that once filled the now wet pants losing their hold against its fabric, his pants becoming more loose more adult then he was, the hairs on his chest, a chest he could grab at and did, in a silly vain attempt to stop this, hands of an adults at first clutching the reminents of pecs that faded and balded with the regression of his mannly chest hair and size, soon what struggeled before us was a but a boy ready to go through reverse pupesences his whole body changed when he did it the pants now to big
for him half way down slightly spread legs soon to be around his ankles, the whole time he pleaded at first for me to stop this, then
the swearing the cursing of my soul, then the distict helpless pleads for me to reverse this, for me not to do this him, and then as his voice cracked back as his body again went through puperty. I smiled as swear words so out of sinc with this young mans body poured out of lips no longer a mans.
Mr macho Mr muscles was not that anymore he was but a boy and his journey thru time only a little more then half over 13 in age became 12, and then 11, back he went even more in time all the while cluctching and trying to hold up pants he woundnt fill out for over a
decade now, he lost his hold on his pants in desperate flale of his arms in my direction and they fell beyond his given reach and exposed
his now hairless crotch to us all no pupes of an adult there anymore and as he looked down at his sudden unwanted expossure he saw what we saw, a childs sized hairless dick that was not that of a real mans dick. His tiny hairless cock now hung between weak
thin muscless legs of boys of 8 a cock he surly once when he wanted too use it, given his looks and judging by its ample size it once showed in the pants no longer meant for this boy, now dangled as a boys would to small for
anything but a pee, piss would sound to adult for that dick. I smiled as 8 became 7 then 6-5-4-3-2-1 Game over he was helpless now his
last words reverberated in my head and the heads of the others "PWEAS MWE NO WANWT TWOO BWEE BWABWY PWEASE" Then nothing more then the gibberish of baby! A baby who knew he was a man.
I looked down at him as he griped his tiny pudgy baby hands into fist and hit the fabric of his once well fitted uniforms pants tears flowed freely down his round pudgy cheeks. I couldn't help but smile at him and the thought that anyone of the people around me now could also feel this now baby cops fate.
I walked away though instead, knowing that this once strong cop would know he was once a man. But now he would be unable to even tell them he was one. He would need to be diapered for the next couple of years now and he would hate it. I smiled as I walked away, and once out of their veiw I released time for the rest of them. I could hear the sirens going off all the way to my place. I had what seemed like a perment smile on my face as I opened my door and thought of what I would and could do to someone, anyone that was, the next time I decided to use time itself again.