Testing Time (AR)

Dexter and Frank Darvis were the so-called twin nerds of their college and their rural college town. They had always been the brunt of jokes and the easiest targets for the college jocks to pick on. Even though they pretty much kept to themselves and done little to attract the attention of others, they got it anyways. They were constantly harassed one way or another. Dexter was an electronic genius, and Frank was a molecular genius, and together they were a fearsome team of twin brothers that was now ready, willing and able to show the college jocks a thing or two about what hard work and good grades and a little inherited money could really do.

Together, they had developed a device so weird and strange that they didn't even believe it worked so well. For all intents and purposes, it resembled a camera and wasn't much bigger then one of the older handheld camcorders of the mid-eighties. It had gone untested as far as humans went until earlier today. Now it was finally deemed a moderate success. It would have been a complete success except that they weren't sure of how much it affected its intended targets.

Their first victims had been able to overpower them and escape from their house in their rural country neighborhood. Luckily they hadn't gotten out of the house in their adult bodies otherwise they could have caused some real problems, not that they didn't at least make things worse to say the least. Both of the escapees had been regressed by 55% of their former ages to start with, and they were considerably smaller then they were at that age before. But obviously they weren't small enough though, as they did manage to overpower the two of the brothers and escape after knocking Frank out and tying them both up. Frank was tied up rather loosely.

Frank was scared to death that they were going to get into some real trouble if they got caught for what they did, and he told his brother that once he managed to free his brother after he woke up and found he was so loosely tied a child's hands had to have surely tied the knot.

The whole thing would have been avoided if these two asshole jocks, Bradley Fairbanks and Terry Freeman, had just stayed away from their house altogether, but no, they had to come and interfere with them. The dumb-ass jocks came driving up the roadway, swerving all the whole way up the roadway trying in a vain attempt to destroy its gravel integrity. It was but just another way for the jocks to say "Hey you're geeks, what can you do to stop us??? We'll kick your ass if you try!" Frank watched the whole thing start to unfold from the mailbox where he had gone to get their mail, only this time, the Jocks were going a bit too far with their antics, and Frank was about to become their target.

Dexter had been sitting on the front porch playing with the "Regressor," a nickname the brothers had begun to call the device. That's when Dexter heard the sound of the jock's car roaring up the rural dirt road way that lead up to their house. The brothers considered it their driveway because their house was the only one on the street and the road went on past theirs for about two more desolate miles before it merged with another road that lead back to town.

Frank tried to ignore the car as it came closer and acted like he didn't care if they just wanted to drive by as they always did and kick up the dust the road always kicked up when driven to fast on. So what, he thought, drive like maniacs. I hope you wreck your fucking car assholes, Frank thought as he walked at a leisurely pace. He was halfway back up the quarter mile long driveway that lead from the road to the house when the assholes pulled into the drive and headed right for him as fast as their car would go.

Dexter's mouth dropped open as he watched this scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Dexter grabbed the Regressor, aimed it at the car and pushed the button not really knowing what setting it was on. He just reacted out of defense of his brother's and his own life. The device gave off a screeching sound as a blue light flashed out from its lens and hit the car's windshield. The car swerved as if the light had got the driver's eyes and then it went off the drive missing Frank by mere feet as it careened past him into the ditch till it finally came to a rest. What looked like white smoke billowed from its hood area, but it dissipated too quickly to be coming from the car.

Frank was still dazed by the fact that they were gunning for him, and then he looked up to their porch and saw from a good distance that Dex was waving the device in the air above his head, and he could hear him screaming that he used it!

Dexter was on his way down to the car crash before Frank was. The jocks's car had ridden the ditch for a good two hundred feet before actually stopping and coming to a rest so it had passed Frank on the right side and was closer to the house than he was and closer to Dexter than he was to it.

Dexter got to the car first. Frank watched as Dexter just stood there and stared at the guys who looked like they were either hunched over and knocked out or they were rather short guys or something. Dexter's face spoke a thousand words as he got closer to the now wrecked or rather not wrecked car. Frank could now see the car was relatively undamaged. It was just stopped, its engine still running, its occupants still moving, but something seemed all wrong here. The two occupants weren't adults; they were kids and not very big ones either.

"It worked!" Dex said as he watched as his brother came within good viewing distance of the car. There in the car were two preteens neither of which could have been over twelve years old if they were even that.

Frank started to laugh. He was hysterical; he couldn't believe this shit. Dexter was laughing so hard his eyes were watering as a result to the ray's success.

"Check them out man! They're fucking kids dude!!" Dex laughed again rubbing the tears from his eyes. He'd never laughed so hard in his life.

The two has-been jocks were still dazed and confused. Brad couldn't feel the pedals anymore; he was too short to actually reach them anymore. No doubt it was from lack of pressure to the gas pedal that ultimately slowed the car down, and his bad driving could be attributed to the fact he wasn't able to see over the dashboard as well or control the car's brakes as he regressed.

Needless to say, the brothers's time distortion toy worked, and it worked quite well indeed, for there in the convertible mustang were the two biggest jocks at their school, or at least they used to be the biggest. Now they were dressed in varsity letter jackets, muscle tees and jeans and boots all designed for guys over twice their present age and two times bigger then they were now.

Both of the jocks were still recovering when they were grabbed one each by the brothers who were at least one size bigger than they were now. Neither of twin brothers was that big to start with, but now they were the bigger guys. The jocks were as they were supposed to be the brothers; they were the jokes now. Dexter quite literally pushed Bradley out of the driver's seat and with the car still running he gunned the engine and drove it with Brad trying his best to stop him right to the back of the brothers house and into the open barn doors and slammed on the brakes throwing both now overly-sized dressed locks slamming into the dashboard their hands being over taken by their already before their regressions oversized letter jackets sleeves. Frank was almost thrown himself, but he managed to hang on all the way in and now had his captive now 8-year-old once 19-year-old super-jock Terry Freeman held tight and helpless. Of the two, he had lost the most size. He was swimming in his clothes, his arms lost in the now heavy fabric of the thick jacket meant for a 6'3" 235 lbs. linebacker and not a child of maybe 4'5" and less then 70 lbs.

Brad suffered the same problems, although he was a bit bigger than Terry. His clothes were equally as oversized, his jacket held fast his movements as well as they to were meant for a 23-year-old 6'2" 195 lbs. quarterback instead the 10-year-old 4'8" 85 pound kid he was now.

Well things got crazy after that, and soon both jocks were in the house, and Dex had told them he would restore them to their former sizes if they dressed in the trainer diapers he sent Frank to go get along with even smaller ones for when he reneged on his deal with the has-been (or would-be rather) jocks.

After Frank left Dexter alone with the two jocks and got back with the diapers for them, they somehow managed to overpower Dexter and soon had him tied up. How they did it, Frank didn't know, but they knocked his brother out with the lamp before he even knew Dex was in trouble, and somehow they both escaped the house wearing only the trainer diapers Dexter had made them wear.

Frank untied Dex, and they both knew it would be useless to try to find the jocks if they were on foot and considering none could really drive, and their car was still in the barn. They could have gone anywhere. Frank said he thought they would try to find the police. He was right when the cop car pulled up. He knew what the single cop was really there for.

Dexter peeked out of the curtains careful not to be seen as he watched the officer come walking up his front walk towards their front stairs. Dexter could see Brad and Terry looking out of the back window of the cop's car.

"I told you they go to the cops Dex! We could be in some serious trouble here dude!" Frank said as he went to hide all of Brad 's and Terry's clothes they had on when Dexter did this to them.

"Don't be stupid Frank. Who are the cops going to believe, huh? Us, that's who asshole! They're kids now dude, and kids make things up. Look at them man, they're two scared little eight and ten year olds. They look like lost little boys," Dex said as he watched the two boy-sized former jocks screaming and hollering from the back seat of the cop's car. Dexter watched out the window as the cop walked up the stairs looking back every so often at the hollering boys, shaking his handsome head somewhat annoyed by the boys he had in his car. He kept shaking his head as he went, all the while Frank frantically gathered up and threw the former college football stars's clothes including their big boots and threw all of them into the hamper in the laundry room.

Dex waited for the inevitable knock at the front door and then calmly went to answer it. He had the whole scenario worked out in his head; he had every word he would say already thought out. Dex opened the door after making the cop stand outside for about two minutes. He didn't want to seem like he was even aware he was there.

"Hello... ahh... Can I help you sir?" Dex said very innocently and totally convincingly as well, as he opened the screen door to talk to the cop who stood in the doorway.

"I don't really know sir... I...well, uhmm...You see I've got these kids in the car... ahh... shit... oops, sorry. These kids say you turned them into kids sir," The handsome young cop chuckled and went red faced as he said it even he thought it was pretty farfetched, and he shook his head and smiled after he lowered his head took off his hat and rubbed his forehead of the day's hot sweat.

"I... I'm sorry sir," the cop said again. "I have to follow up on this claim regardless of how... well preposterous as it seems. They both seemed to be pretty animated about this sir. You know how kids can be. By the way, I'm Officer Bradley Brighton sir! Here's my badge, if you need to see it sir," he said with a smile that was as infectious as it was easy to look at.

Dexter smiled back. He was a cool character, and he played this game well. Dexter looked the cop over from head to toe and was impressed. He was a pretty tall and very well built young man of no more than 25 or so. He had a handsome enough face strong jaw line, thick neck big shoulders and a narrow waistline. A fine looking package announced its presence to the eye as he went from the utility-laden belt to his crotch and then down to his thick tree trunk sized legs. He looked like how an ex-Marine might look. He was probably a rookie seeing as he hadn't seen him before today.

"Well, what are they saying exactly, Officer... Brighton. I mean, well, what did I do again?" Dexter said giving a Oh-come-on-this-is-so-weird look to the cop. Dexter got the response he was after. The cop's face went red again, clearly showing he was convinced now that the boys in the back of his car were making the whole story up.

"Would it be alright if I stepped in for a quick look around sir? I have to at least substantiate the claim as bogus. Would that be a problem for you, ahh, Mr??"

"Oh Darvis, Dexter Darvis, and sure come on in sir. Have a look around. Are those the boys in the car?" Dexter said as he waved at the two now boys in the back seat they looked at him back with glares, one even flipped him the bird. The cop saw their reaction to Dexter and a curious look came over his face.

"Well they do seem to have an attitude towards you Mr. Darvis," Brad said as he walked into the house while Dex held the door open for him. "Do the boys know you sir? Do you recognize them sir?" Officer Brighton said as he took a quick glance around Dexter's living room. The room was in a bit of disarray. The couch had cushions that had been haphazardly thrown back onto it, and the lamp from one of the end tables had been broken and not cleaned up yet. It did seemed like there may have been a slight confrontation or altercation in the room with someone not too long ago.

"Do you have a roommate Mr. Darvis? The boys said there was someone else here other than you sir!" Brad said. Now he was curious. The boys had described the house fairly well in the short ten-minute trip they took with him since he found them a mile or so away wandering around and crying dressed in only training diapers.

"Yeah I do as a matter of fact. Oh, you noticed the broken lamp. Yeah, my asshole roommate did that. He's a bit high strung, but he's my twin brother, and we worked out the problem." Dexter said his voice not as confident anymore as he watched the cop looking at the table where the Regressor was sitting knocked on its side by one of the guys then boy as they bolted from the house.

"Ahh, the boys said they did this to your room sir. They said that they knocked the lamp over just about an hour ago sir," Brad said thinking this was all too weird. The boys had described the device. He was looking at it fairly well, well enough for him to start to believe their claims of at least being in this house. Brad was walking over to the device when Frank came into the room and stopped him from actually picking up the device.

"Just tell the cop the truth Dex!! Those boys broke in here, and we caught them officer!" Frank said quickly. Brad's eyebrows went up in a cute way that said, "Go on I'm listening", but he was not convinced yet.

"Well they broke the lamp and knocked over some of my camera equipment, and then when they saw us, they ran out the door. I told Dex to call the cops, but he said they were just kids playing some dumb initiation game or something. You know to join a gang or something like that!" Frank said as he picked up the Regressor and began to examine it as if he were seeing if it was broken or something.

Dexter was impressed. Frank had said that lie so well even he would have bought it. He figured he let that be the story. If he said anything else would just ruin the perfect comeback. Dexter smiled he was proud of Frank's quick response and timely return to the room.

Brad was taken back by the quick response too. At first Brad wanted to question it, but to him the explanation was better than the boy's was and certainly made more sense then to believe in a machine that turned men into boys, as the kids had said had happened. And it would explain why they were able to describe the inside of the house so well too. He was a bit relieved to hear it and smiled. "Well that makes more sense than what the boys were saying, that's for sure." Brad said as he turned around and shook his head at the same time he was rubbing his forehead again as if in relief he wouldn't be filling what surely would have been a report straight out of a Twilight Zone episode today.

"Well sorry about the mess they caused Mr???" Brad paused. He was never that good with names.

"Darvis... Dexter Darvis, sir," Dexter said as he stuck out his hand in friendship and shook the young cop's strong big hand, and then stood there his own confidence back. He was still impressed by Frank's quickness.

"Well, do you want to file a complaint against the boys, sir?" Brad said to the guys as they stood there and smiled back at each other.

"No officer. There was no real harm done. I know what you could do though sir," Dexter said calmly. Brad tilted his had to the side as if to say what would that be sir. "I don't want to press charges, but they do need to be taught a lesson though. Maybe you could take them in and make them sit in a cell till their parents can come get them. Might just scare them enough to make them stop lying to you," Dexter said knowing their parents wouldn't believe them either and hoping soon they would be forgetting their last names and any numbers they used to know as the college-aged students they were.

"You're right sir. That sounds like the right thing to do in this case. Well thank you sirs, and you have my apologies for any inconvenience." Brad said as he started for the front door again.

Frank didn't like that idea at all. He knew if the guys pressed it and could remember their parent's numbers still that the parents might just recognize them as the way they used to look back when they were this age before, and then all hell could break loose. They could do a DNA test, and there would be no denying what he and Dexter had really done to the guys.

Dexter was walking the strapping young cops towards the door, both talking between themselves and ignoring what Frank was doing. Frank still was holding the Regressor in his hands and he quickly turned the dial to the -80% setting and aimed it at the officer. Frank pressed the button and a high-pitched sound emanated from the device, and Dexter knew what it was. He panicked knowing what Frank was about to do, but before he could even react, the beam struck the handsome officer square in the back right in the middle of his skin tight blue uniform shirt's back dead center. A blue haze quickly engulfed the officer's whole frame from head to toe. A crackling sound came through the officer's shoulder-mounted walkie-talkie and his belt one and then both went dead. Pretty good aim if he had to say so himself, Frank thought.

The young officer had heard the sound but didn't react to it till it was too late. He groaned as the wind was knocked out of his lungs as if he'd been hit by a beanbag at a high velocity. He stumbled forwards catching himself before he tripped. His head was disoriented to start with as he tried to catch his breath and get some air back into his lungs and figure out just who or what had hit him in his back so hard. His training had him going for his gun's holster and unstrapping the leather-holding strap almost instinctively. In a quick move, he pulled out the revolver and turned around and was aiming it at Frank first and then at Dexter telling both of them to put their hands up.

Dexter gave Frank an evil glare. "You DUMB ASS!!" Dexter said as he did as the officer was motioning him to join his friend with his gun. Dexter glared again at Frank and went to stand next him. Bradley Brighton was beginning to sweat profusely as he tried to talk into his walkie-talkie trying desperately to get some backup. His voice sounded all fucked up to him as if he had breathed in helium or something, it was high pitched and squeaky sounding, but he tried to talk anyway. He slapped at the shoulder-held walkie-talkie's button time and time again getting no response at all from it. Brad felt tingles traveling through his entire body as he tried to stand dead fast in his stance against the two guys.

"PUT THE WEAPON DOWN!! NOW!!" Brad said as the room began to look like it was getting bigger or something. He wasn't sure; he was still dazed by the blow and couldn't have pulled the trigger to his gun if he wanted to. His whole body wasn't responding to anything he wanted it to do. His whole frame was going numb, and he felt like his legs had frozen in place, and try as he might, he couldn't move them anymore. The blow from the ray would have fused three of his vertebrae in his back permanently had it not been for the fact that it was now regressing the young 25-year-old rookie back in time rectifying the damage done by the initial hit, a hit that was actually too close to his bone structure. The force was enough to paralyze his legs from moving though and rendered his arms and fingers hindered and basically useless as the energy coursed through his spinal system essentially freezing the officer after a few brief seconds of mobility.

Brad tried to move his legs as he felt them getting weaker feeling as the tingling reached his feet and even his toes. Brad was confused by all of this. His size 14 feet felt like they were actually growing smaller or his shoes were getting larger. He wasn't too sure which was really happening to him.

What the guys saw happening was Brad growing younger and younger; 25 became 23 then 21... 20 was replaced by 18, which was when his goatee that was full and well trimmed began to fade from his face. It was also when his height actually began to change dramatically. His weight had been dropping since age 23 replaced 24 taking the last two year's and the size gains of his more recently intensified gym work out with it.

Brad's uniform that was so well tailored for his very well toned 215-lbs. body began to loosen up, his tight fitting pants began their journey down his thinning thighs long before he actually began to loose height. Weighted by his belt's various law enforcement apparatus, the 32-inch waistband was bound to find its way to his now thinning widest part of his thighs and expose his thinning legs very soon now.

Brad was helpless to stop this trip back to when he was younger and less as impressively built that time arrived at 18 when he spiraled more quickly back in time with each year gone a more prominent the changes were then the years down from 25 to 18 were.

Brad's height began to diminish after he went back to 19 taking at first a modest inch and then by 17 it took 2.5 more and then he just seemed to shrink down considerably all at once as 17 became 16 and his body lost more of his teenaged look and preadult body hair. His chest that would have given him his nickname as "The hairy smoky bear," As his colleges his cops in these parts called him, started becoming smooth. He had become a rather hairless cub by the time his body hit 15. Soon 15 became 14 and his cock and his pubic hairs all began their descent back to prepubescence. His legs were thinning so fast that his waistline of his pants was now on the brink of a total gravity call. His boxers were primed and pulled and ready to join them on their journey down his legs to his knees.

His height had dropped enough to have large folds of fabric already building on top of shoes four sizes too big for him now. His shirt hung so loosely that the sleeves cuff had long since covered the hand holding his gun up to the point that it now covered his hand to the fingers around the trigger. The gun's weight became a major factor for him at 14 and soon his arm dropped and was hanging straight down the barrel aimed at the floor uselessly. Brad's face had gone from mature and confused to pre-adult and scared, to preteen and terrified. By the time his body hit 13, his pants and boxers fell with a thump as the holster for his gun hit the ground as well as his auxiliary walkie-talkie and heavy belt and large buckle all went down at one time. By now, a bewildered and very frightened Bradley Brighton looked way up into the faces of guys he had to look down on when he first met them.

"Wha... Wha... W-w-what's hap-happening to me!!" He was finally able to say but in a voice he didn't expect or even recognize as his it was even higher pitched and very child like now. Tears began to form in his eyes and run down his fattening cheeks as 13 became 11 and then 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... and finally the whole process stopped for a now totally frightened 5-year-old Brad.

"Great Frank! You stupid asshole! What are we going to do with him now!!!" Dexter said as he looked at the pathetic little boy that was just minutes earlier a formidable 6'2", 215 lbs. muscle-bound 25-year-old, and a cop to boot. He would be missed there was no doubt about that, not to mention two kids who were college age guys still sitting in the back seat and locked in the car parked outside.

Bradley could now move freely. He was looking down at himself in denial. His shirt was all wrinkled and hung untucked on top of pants that he was standing in the waist line of that were not touching his waist at all though, he was trying to figure out what just happened and trying to bring his now super heavy feeling gun up to shoot these guys before they could do anything more to him. But he had lost too much size due to where the ray had hit him. It had shrunk his bone structure and rendered him way smaller then he actually was when he was 5-years-old to begin with. His shirtssleeves were too cumbersome for him as well and the folds of bunched up fabric had weight to them now, and together it was too much for his now thin muscle-less arms together to hold up. Tears of frustration and fear rolled down his face and blurred his vision and filled his mouth with their salty taste.

"Go get the boys out of that car!" Dexter said as he headed for Brad. "Right now Frank!" Dexter ordered as he went to Brad and scooped him up and off the ground, Brad watched as his feet left his shoes and even his boxers and police uniform pants behind him intact as if he had just vanished from them, and they were all that was left of him. His gun lied useless to next to them. He was scared to death as he was carried away so easily. He began screaming the whole way in a tone and voice that just didn't make sense to him anymore.

Brad cried as he was forced watch as he was carried farther away from what he was laying empty of him at the doorway to this house from hell. His heart was beating like a hummingbird's when he was finally set down in the bathroom still draped in a shirt that went down completely to his tops of his feet.

Dexter looked down at him and shook his head and snorted out of his nose and then glared at him and yelled. "DON'T EVEN MOVE!!!" Dexter locked the door from the inside and then grabbed a door key from the door's frame on the outside of the doorway and closed the door behind him.

Brad stood there for a minute still trying to figure out what had just happened, half in denial and half scared to death and not wanting to really know what really happened to him. He looked up at the doorknob; it was impossibly high up to him. It was just with in reach of his fingertips, but he was too weak to get it to turn at all, even with both hands on it at once. His buttoned shirtsleeves cuffs were around his elbow area, all the fabric bunched up like he had shrunk in his clothes, which of course he had. His forearms looked so thin to him, not single hint that he had any muscle left at all. He gave up trying and turned around.

He then saw his own reflection in the mirrored wall next to the door. He gasped his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sudden release between his legs and realized he was wetting the floor freely now. A puddle formed around his feet soaking into the front and back of his huge shirts flaps. His jaw dropped open as he realized everything in the room was way too big, and he was way too short and looked way to young. Worst of all, all of this was way too real.

Brad looked down and knew he had just pissed, and he was standing in it. He fumbled with the shirt's excess fabric and came across his shield with his name and precinct on it. It was huge and took up almost his entire hand; his fingers could barely able to get around it. He pulled it up and looked at it. His mind went suddenly blank and he started to sway uncontrollably, and then the room went black as he passed out.

Dexter heard the thump of Brad's body as he obviously passed out under all of the stress that went with such a drastic change for the now helpless five-year-old cop. Dex could deal with him later he thought as he opened the door and saw Brad had indeed passed out and lain breathing normally on the floor covered amply by his now wet police shirt. "I'll be back later, little dude!" Dex said as he again locked the door and left the now harmless child-sized Brad passed out on the floor.

Dexter walked back into the living room and saw Brad's uniform pants had been gone through. No doubt Frank had gotten the keys for the cop car out and was outside already. Dex ran to the door in time to see Frank getting into the driver's door and starting the cop car up. Dex could hear the two preteen college students screaming at the top of their lungs as Frank, with a look of disgust on his face, pulled the car up into the driveway and then hit the garage door with the remote and drove into it, the kids screaming becoming clearer as the car went into the garage and the door closed.

Frank had had enough of the two in the back seat and turned around. He was under enough stress, and their incessant screaming was finally getting to be too much to deal with. "Look unless you to want to join your friend in the house as five-year-olds. I would suggest you shut your mouths now!" Frank said aiming the device at the two kids behind the steel caged wall that separated them from him.

Brad's heart skipped a beat knowing full well he was more than capable of doing this to them. He knew now that he had already been turned into a ten-year-old. Both guys shut up as they now knew their only hope had been regressed even further back than they had been. Frank could hear what sounded like a well-choreographed gulp come from the back seat.

Frank got out of the car and approached the back door to open it. Then stopped as the side door to the garage swung open and Dexter came into the garage.

"Don't open that door Frank. I don't trust these two," Dexter said walking over to Frank as he held his hand out for Frank to hand him the device. "Give it to me Frank. You've gotten us into enough trouble with the cop already; we don't need anymore trouble now."

Frank was breathing heavily out of his nose. He seemed to be confused as to whether or not he should give Dexter the device. Frank finally gave Dexter the device and sighed, "What now Dex?" Frank said knowing he was fresh out of real ideas, and it was a sure bet that Officer Bradley Brighton was soon going to be called in as missing, and there was no doubt that the cop car had a Low Jack tracking type system somewhere in it. Its radio was already going off asking for a confirmation as to Brad's situation and whereabouts.

Dexter grabbed the device and reprogrammed it for 60% and then aimed it at the car. Brad's and Terry's eyes were as wide as kids their present ages could get eyes to widen to as Dexter just aimed it and hit the cars rear door with the beam. The cars electronics went haywire hisses and crackling sounds emanated from every seam on the car as the whole car and the two kids--Terry once 19 now 8 and Brad who was 23 and now was 10 years old--were both enveloped by the blue haze that surrounded the entire vehicle.

Both boys screamed as they both began to regress even farther back in time. Brad became a 4-year-old and Terry was now just a little over 3 years old by the time it all stopped, and everything was dead silent. "I'd say that takes care of the tracking device if the car had one--oh yea and any trouble those two might have given us--all at the same time." Dexter said handing the device back to Frank as he opened the door and looked in on the little boys in the back seat.

"Cute little boys, aren't they, Frank?" Dexter said mockingly knowing now that the ray effected electronics and physical age but not memories. He knew both guys remembered more than just their old ages; they remembered being adults and everything they had ever done as they grew up as well.

Both guys were in tears as they were now more then easily manhandled into the house as skinny and helpless as newborns were. Even the pull-up training diapers Dexter had humiliated them both with the first time he regressed them with by dressing them in them before they escaped the first time were too big for their present sizes.

Dexter ushered the two into the spare room around the back of the house. "Find the little tykes something more appropriate for them to wear. There's a bag of disposable Huggies in the closet," Dexter told Frank knowing that hit a raw nerve with the once very big jocks. Frank started to laugh out loud and then went for the diapers knowing that the two were a lot less likely to try to escape at this size then they were before.

Dexter came back into the room carrying the still sleeping body of the past out now five-year-old cop still covered by his now at his blanket-sized cop's shirt. Dex laid him on the bed and went to the dresser and picked up the device again and looked at the boys.

"Now I suggest you two watch this." Dex said as he readjusted the device for -75% again and aimed it at the slumbering child cop. Dex pressed the button, and in moments where a five-year-old boy was, there was now a toddler of only about 15 months of age. He was so small that he was barely visible, buried deep in his wet shirt that completely covered his body except for his now wispy-haired, almost bald head. His features were those of a baby's now.

"Now your knight in blue is going to be a little scared when he wakes up again, so I expect you two to take care of him. Now put these on!!" Dexter said grabbing the even smaller-sized pull-ups out of Frank's hand and handing them to Brad who was silent as a lamb and pouting like a child does when he can't have his way.

"Aren't they cute Frank?" Dexter said and then laughed at the former big men on the campus both standing there nude, hiding their now pint-sized, tiny, hairless, little peepees that at one time were their proud assets from Dexter's sight. Both looked mad as hell. They got dressed in the Huggies pull-up diapers with the Cookie Monster pattern on front of them.

Dexter took the shirt off the now toddler cop and diapered him as one would a baby in a cloth diaper. Dexter put the tiny cop's hand to his mouth and then closed the tiny fingers into a fist and placed the tiny cop's thumb in his mouth. Brad, the once tough cop, took to it right away and soon he was sucking his thumb as all children his age would do. Dexter wondered if he would even remember ever being an adult when he woke up.

Dexter looked at the other two reluctant boys and picked up the device. "Get dressed boys or join your friend!" Both guys hurried to get dressed as fast as they could. By now they were both crying and thinking they would be stuck like this now forever.

Dexter and Frank left the two now toddler-sized cop and child-sized guys in the room and locked it from the outside.

Dexter told Frank they needed to talk. They were in some deep shit now. It wouldn't be long before the cops would be around there neighborhood asking questions about Brad Brighton. Both guys did a quick clean up of the room; it took them at least 45 minutes, all done in total silence, each mulling over what would happen next. They finished, and then Frank finally asked what Dexter was expecting he would ask.

"What are we gonna do with the car?" Frank asked Dex, as he looked out the front door fully expecting to see cop cars pulling into their driveway any second now.

"I'll tell you what Frank--now I'm speculating here and all... OK!--but I don't think our baby cop in there ever called in his finding those two college guys as kids," Dexter said looking at the clock. "It's been almost an hour now, and there hasn't even been one cop car down this street, not even to patrol it," Dexter said knowing that if they knew or even thought they knew where Brad was at when he disappeared, and they had to at least know he disappeared by now. That they would have been there or at least been down their street if they thought he was anywhere near where they were.

"You know, I think you're right. Hey we already know it fucks with electronics devices when we use it, and that car is basically electronically trashed," Frank said as he sat down and for the first time since the boy's first escaped. He breathed a sigh of true relief.

"Yep Frank, I think at least for now we are in the clear on this one!" Dexter said as he sat down on the recliner on the opposite side of the living room and smiled a malicious almost devious smile as he played with his now fully-tested new toy. "You know what Frank? I want to use this again at the college though! You know, maybe just take only a year or two or eve--he he heh--three years at time. You know? Like take a sophomore jock asshole, say who's just 18 or 19, and see what his reactions would be like when he suddenly finds he's only like 15 or 16 again. Only do it while he's unaware of it, like in the middle of a game, or tryouts, or even when he's making out with his girlfriend." Dexter smiled and closed his eyes and giggled.

Frank just stared at him and shook his head in slight disbelief, but even he had to admit, the idea did sound like it would be a lot of fun.

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