Josh sighed with pleasure as he let his large, well toned body slip gently into the huge bathtub full of warm, enveloping water. At last, he thought, his little brother was finally being nice to him again.
Josh had invited his fifteen year old kid brother, Obie, to spend the summer with him in Nashville, hoping it would do the boy good to see what life was like outside that backwoods Tennessee holler where they'd grown up. Things might have gone well enough, if only Obie hadn't insisted on bringing along that weird friend of his.
Young Ezra Cabal was a century of grief wrapped up in waif's little twelve-year-old body. Josh knew all about Cabal's family. Even in the rural area he came from the Cabals were regarded as a bunch of backwoods hillbillies. They were even more out of touch with the modern world than his own family was, livin' up in those hills, and that was saying a lot. Ezra himself had a "Deliverance" quality to him, not quite as bad as the banjo kid in the movie, but not far from it. It was clear the branches of his family tree didn't spread very far apart.
Josh found it strange that his fifteen year old little brother had taken to hanging out with this weird, much younger kid. People where they came from all thought the Cabal's were kinda spooky, backwoods types. They used to say the women dealt in old Black Mountain magic and the story was that the family had originally fled up into the hills to escape folks who wanted to burn 'em for being witches!
Of course, Josh, about to complete his senior year of college, had escaped all that old superstitious bunk. He was a 22 years old now and didn't believe a word of that nonsense. He knew the Cabals were a strange lot, with strange ways, but figured it had more to do with breedin' than anything else.
Still, he wished this kid hadn't come along.
Josh used to get along so well with his little brother when they'd lived back home, they'd been so close. But Josh had wanted more than anything to get away from the poverty and ignorance of where he grew up. He finally got the chance when Tennessee State offered him a football scholarship.
Life in Nashville was a far cry from what he'd known before, but he quickly adjusted to life in a modern world and had no intention of ever going back to the ramshackled old hovel where he'd been raised. He had money now, and a house of his own. He'd gone from being "the little fat kid" into a star football player, and he liked his life here very much.
He really thought the visit would do Obie good, that spending time with him, and seeing what the big world was like, would open his eyes to the possibilities of getting out of that place. But from the moment the two boys had arrived things had been strained between them.
"Mamma wants I should bring you back home, Joshua," Obie had said practically as he got off the bus. "She says you is getting' way too uppity and city-fied fer yer own good and need to be rememberin' where you's from."
"Stop talking like that," Josh said, repulsed at the backwoods dialect he'd spent the last years working hard to loose in himself.
Josh had hoped he and his brother could renew the close bond they used to have, but Ezra's presence became a silent, but constant obstacle to that, and Josh found the relationship between the two boys nothing but creepy.
Ezra never spoke to Josh, not a single word. Anything he needed to communicate he'd whisper to Obie and the boy would obediently repeat the request.
"Ezra wants to know if you got anything we can drink?" "Ezra wants to know what kinda vittles you got for us to eat on?" "Ezra wants to know where you got your outhouse?"
Josh was appalled at the control the smaller kid had on his brother. He didn't know what he'd done to him, but Obie was like a "step-and-fetch" for whatever Ezra wanted. It was like he'd turned his little brother into some kind of a slave, or worse even than that, into some kind of human puppet. Obie seemed incapable of doing anything without Ezra present and made no decision without first making sure it was to Ezra's liking.
For example, the two boys insisted on sleeping together in the same bed, even though Josh offered each a room of their own in his large house. Okay, maybe they were so used to sharing crowded beds with family back home that they felt uncomfortable sleeping alone. He'd let that slide.
But it didn't end there. Whenever they went for a swim in his large, private pool Ezra insisted the two boys only swim together and naked, and Obie wouldn't do otherwise. Not that skinny dipping was a big deal for boys where they were from. Josh and his little brother had never swum any other way in the pond back home, but this was the city and Josh didn't like the way Ezra was so adamant about it, or the way the boy would stare at him when he was swimming with them (also nude, at Ezra's insistence).
The two friends bathed together, showered together, hell they even went to the bathroom together, going in and closing the door behind them like a couple of giggling little girls.
All of this kept Josh from having a single private moment with his brother, and that was really starting to bother him! He desperately wanted to get through to Obie and open his eyes to a larger world, but at every turn Ezra was there to stop him.
Then, a few days ago, things between them had gotten particularly nasty.
Josh had come home after his daily practice session ready for his usual hot bath, but when he went looking for the boys he discovered them up to something he hadn't expected. Walking into the bedroom he found his little brother, Obie, naked on his hands and knees like a dog and performing oral sex on Ezra. The creepy little twelve-year old had his pants down around his ankles as he stood there working his little pre-adolescent prick in Obie's mouth.
"What the fuck!" Josh had exploded as he stormed in and pulled the two boys apart.
"What the hell is wrong with you two? What are you a couple a little faggots or something?"
Ezra was only twelve, a scrawny, hairless little preadolescent waif who you'd think wouldn't even know about such things, but there he was with his uncut little dick, aroused to it's full three inches, pumping in and out of his little brother's mouth!
But what most hit Josh was the look on Obie's face. His brother didn't seem at all upset about being caught giving another kid a blow job. In fact, he had no visible reaction at all. His expression was totally blank, as if he didn't know or care what was happening. Even after his brother pulled them apart, Obie just stood there, not even bothering to cover up his naked erection, as if without Ezra whispering in his ear he had no idea what to think, say, feel or do.
Josh didn't know why Obie was acting like this, or what Ezra had done to his brother, but he was sure this wasn't a natural, normal friendship between two boys and he intended to put a stop it.
In just a few days practice would be over for the summer, then Josh would be putting Ezra on the bus and sending him back home! Meanwhile, he made it clear, that under no circumstances were the two boys EVER to do ANYTHING like that in his house again!
He warned them he'd tell their mothers what he had caught them doing with each other, and then he broke them into separate rooms, forbidding them from sharing showers, baths or even swimming together unless they both had shorts on.
It was clear Ezra didn't like that arrangement, although it was only Obie who acted as his mouth piece and protested.
After that the relationship between Josh and the boys, which had been nothing but bad to start with, took a turn for the worse.
Now neither boy spoke to him, and Josh never knew what they were up to when out of his sight.
He made it a point to keep an eye on them, but he had a few more practices to attend and he couldn't be there all the time. When he was there, if they disappeared, he'd find them promptly, and goodness only knows what they were up to.
Yesterday, for instance, Josh had found them going through the hamper and holding one of his used jock straps! They were carefully examining the crotch, and Josh thought it looked like they were trying to pick out one of his pubic hairs! That was just creepy.
But today, when Josh got home from the last practice of the season, things had finally seemed different. For one thing, Ezra wasn't standing beside Obie when he got home. Instead he found his brother alone in the living room, waiting for him. As soon as he walked into the house Obie ran up and threw his arms around him in a passionate display he'd not shown since arriving.
He told Josh that Ezra was off by himself in the bedroom and from the way Obie was acting Josh wondered if maybe the two boys had finally had some kind of falling out.
Obie seemed totally different as he hugged him, apologizing for the way he'd been acting and saying he was really, really sorry. He said he wanted things to be like it was between them before, and was hoping Josh would forgive him for what he'd caught him doing with Ezra and give him another chance.
Josh picked Obie up in his huge, muscular arms and hugged him to him. "You know there's nothing I want more than to be close to you again," he said, and he gave his brother a kiss.
"I got your bath ready for you," Obie announced as Josh set him back onto the floor. By now he'd figured out the routine, that after practice each day Josh always grabbed a soak in the big, Jacuzzi style bathtub he'd installed in the large bathroom, and Obie, knowing this, had gone ahead and gotten it ready for him.
"I just wanted to do somethin' nice for ya' fer a change, " he said, and seemed very sincerely apologetic. "I just... I don't want you to be mad at me for stuff anymore. You, you won't go tellin' mama about what you saw me and Ezra doin', will ya'?"
Josh wasn't sure about that yet. Tomorrow he'd be putting Ezra on the bus back home and he still hadn't quite decided if he should let their mother know about what had been going on.
"We'll talk about that later, okay?" he said, and Obie seemed satisfied.
Obie showed him to the opulent bathroom and the huge tub of hot, sudsy water he'd drawn for him.
"Wow, that was really sweet of you," Josh said as he started to undress.
Obie kept talking, saying how sorry he was about the way things had gone, and how he wanted things to be different from now own. He continued to talk, watching his brother undress, until Josh was totally naked and ready to step into the tub.
Josh couldn't help but be conscious of the way his brother was looking at his body, especially after what he'd caught him doing with Ezra, but after all, he was his brother. Besides, Josh was proud of his build and it gave him a sort of a rush to know his little brother admired his physique.
"You sure got a lot of muscles," Obie commented, and Josh smiled.
"Yeah," he said, looking down at his own barrel chest. "Four years working out with one of the best teams in the division sure has changed me."
Obie just nodded, looking at him with wide eyed wonder. "An ya' got so much more hair on yer chest and..." he hesitated, "you know, all over ya', than you used to have."
"That's just part'a growin' up and becoming a man," he said proudly. "You just watch, you're stating to change too. In a few years, maybe you'll be lookin' like I do now."
"Ya' think?" Obie wondered, his eyes clearly stopping to gawk at his brothers large manhood.
Josh was rightfully proud of his cock, which he knew from showering with his teammates was a lot more than average in size. Like most rural boys he was uncut, but at his size the foreskin was so pulled back you couldn't tell, even when he was soft. He'd wasn't shy about his body, not since losing all the fat of his youth and replacing it with hard, toned muscles. He sort of liked showing off his physique now, he worked hard to get it and he was proud of how he looked. But still, he felt a bit uncomfortable with the way his little brother was checking out his private parts in such an intense way. Josh decided it was time to get in the tub.
As soon as he immersed himself in the water Josh immediately felt an odd, warm, tingling sensation.
Obie seemed to be watching him nervously. "Ya' like it?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice. "It feels good, like you want it to, right?"
"It feels wonderful," Josh answered, and smiled back at his kid brother.
Obie gave a subtle, satisfied smile back, then slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Now, Josh was alone, and for fifteen minutes he just let the warm water soak into every aching pour and muscle of his athletic body. The sensation was unusually intoxicating, for some reason. Maybe it was because he knew he'd just finished his last practice of the season, but he couldn't help feeling unusually sedated by the warm water and practically fell asleep in the tub.
When he finally got out Josh couldn't believe how great he felt. He looked down at his body and thought he'd never looked or felt so good in his life. It was like his skin and muscles had been renewed and rejuvenated by the effects of the water. Even now he could feel himself tingling all over.
He rinsed the lather off in the shower and was just starting to dry himself when the door to the bathroom suddenly flew open.
Obie, smiling, with Ezra grinning right behind him, walked into the bathroom without waiting for permission.
"Hey,"
Josh exclaimed, turning his head toward the door. Seeing the two boys he quickly
pulled the towel in front of him, reflexively hiding his manhood from the prying
eyes of the two, overly-interested boys. He didn't mind so much his
brother seeing him nude, but ever since he'd caught them playing around he'd
felt really uncomfortable about the way Ezra looked at him. He could only
imagine the kind of things a boy like that would think looking at a body like
his!
"How was your bath?" Obie asked with an interest that was more than just casual.
"Look, boys," Josh started to say, intending to give them a lecture on proper manners in a civilized world, but he was quickly distracted by the strange sensations in his own body. Something felt odd.
He looked down at himself and could tell something wasn't the same, even just since he'd stepped from the tub. Then he noticed, his chest hair. He felt sure he didn't have as much as he should have and for some reason, that was making him look less muscular.
"Oh shit," he said as he realized what he thought they'd done, "You guys put some kind of hair remover in that water, didn't you? Why you little shits, I outta..."
But as he looked at himself he saw his hair wasn't falling out, it was visibly receding back into his chest, something he knew no exfoliate could possibly do!
Where moments earlier he'd had a thick chest full of hair, suddenly he was getting smooth again, like he'd been as a young teenager. And that wasn't the worst of it.
Josh watched as the muscles he'd built up since his high school days began to wane and flatten out. His chiseled six pack abs were the first to go, then his biceps, triceps and pecs. All his more developed muscles seemed to be literally evaporating before his eyes.
"What's happening to me?" Josh was starting to get scared, though he tried not to let it show. "What is this, what are you doing to me?"
Ezra just smiled as Obie did the talking. "Mamma was sayin' you been getting' too uppity for your britches and Ezra here said he knew a way to take you back a bit and bring ya' down to size."
Josh couldn't believe what he was hearing or what was happening. This
couldn't be real, and yet he continued to watch in horror as his body regressed
before his very eyes.
His face was now totally smooth with no trace of the afternoon stubble he usually had. His chest was growing flat and childlike, his well toned arms and legs slimming to boyish proportions.
"But... this ain't possible," he said, and noticed that his old backwoods drawl had suddenly returned to his voice.
Soon the only hair left on his body was the small, vanishing wisps under his arms and just above his diminishing cock. Panic started to set in.
"Stop it," Josh cried out, "Please, Obie, I'm your brother. Don't do this to me, please! I'll be good to you, and your friend, I promise, just... don't make turn me into a little boy again!"
Obie and Ezra just smiled at him. "Don't worry, you're ain't gonna be a little boy," Obie said, smiling, "Ezra's gonna take ya' back a lot further than that."
"What!" Josh cried out. He still couldn't believe this was happening, and yet he watched as the last of his pubic hair withdrew and his once proud manhood began to shrink and shrivel from the heavy man cock he'd wielded so proudly, back to the tiny, boy-toy he'd had before puberty
"Noooooo," he cried, watching it go, and was shocked to hear the crack in his voice as his deep, tenor tone was replaced by the boyish timbre of his youth.
"Please, don't do this to me," the child whimpered, begging his brother and Ezra to restore him.
"I promise, I won't tell mamma 'bout what you guys was doin', honest I won't!" Josh continued his speech and word choices now fully back to what they had been when he'd been ten years old.
"I don't wanna be no little kid again..." he pined.
Ezra started to laugh, then leaned in and whispered something to Obie as he
pointed at Josh, giggling.
"Ezra says your little pecker's smaller than his now!" Ezra looked at Josh and grinned from ear to ear.
Looking down behind his towel Josh could see it was true. Where once his proud cock had hung, now all he had was an uncut little nub, an inch-and-a-half of limp little boy flesh that stuck out from his softening body with a noticeably pronounced little snout of foreskin. His manly tool was gone and he was back to the boyish thing he'd had as a child, made even smaller looking by the fact he was regressing back into the chubby little boy he used to be, the one the other boys made fun of!
"Noooo," he cried. He'd made love to women with that magnificent muscle of his, made them cry out and beg for more. Now look at it! A little boy dink good for nothing but peeing! Ezra was robbing him of everything he took pride in, everything that defined who he was! He couldn't be going back to this again!
By now Josh was looking like a pudgy little six year old ... no... a fat five year old, and growing younger by the moment.
"Pwease...." Josh pouted, unable to prevent a childish lisp from creeping into his voice, "Make it stop! Pwease, I don wanna be a widdle boy!!!" the little linebacker cried.
But Josh found he was now staring UP at the two youngsters who'd done this to him. Even tiny, little Ezra was bigger than him now, and Josh realized he must have regressed back to no more than four or five years old.
"We had to get us some funny things to make Ezra's potion work on ya'. Like, it said we had to get a 'hair'a maturity' off of ya'. Hell, we didn't even know what that was, but Ezra finally figured it must be like, one a yer dick hairs or somethin' like that. So we got one of 'em outta yer ol' stinky jock strap. Then we mixed it up with all the other nasty stuff it called for and poured it in yer bath water."
Josh could barely hold up his towel now. It had gotten huge, compared to him, and was so heavy in his pudgy little hands, he finally just had to let it drop.
Ezra and Obie laughed openly at the pathetic sight of the naked little three year old standing fully exposed in front of them. His body was so tiny, so out of shape and pudgy, his dinky so miniscule... It was a massive change from the muscular jock who'd come home to a hot bath just minutes earlier.
Tears ran down little Joshua's face as he pleaded with his brother. "Pwease, O-bie... I'm tha big bwatha... don make me all widdle," the little boy cried. He was still getting younger, and not only his baby fat was returning, but all the emotions of childhood. He was losing his adult abilities to reason and control himself as he became the tubby little toddler he used to be.
Suddenly he started to wobble on unsteady legs and Josh knew what this meant.
"Nooo," he cried. It wasn't fair, he was the star player on his college team, he could outrun anybody! But now, suddenly, he was so young, such a little boy, he was starting to lose his ability to even walk! In another moment he'd be reduced to crawling on his hands and knees!
Baby Josh tottered briefly on his feet before falling back onto his chubby little tush. Without the ability to control himself, he soon began to howl and bawl like the babe he was becoming.
"me nodda baby...
meee big boy ... big boy, beeg booy... bwaaaaaaa," and
that was the last thing he was able to speak. After that, all attempts to use words were
reduced to whimpers, cries and meaningless baby talk.
The two boys walked over to where little baby Joshua sat crying on the floor, shaking his little fists and kicking his little legs helplessly. Ezra reached to pick him up and in a panic the little football player tried to escape. On his hands and knees the little kid tried to scramble away, crawling, as babies do, and scooting along the bathroom floor. Ezra and Obie just laughed at him. They caught the naked little scamp easily and Ezra picked him up, causing baby Josh to howl and scream, squirm and kick all the more.
Holding the little infant, Ezra looked pleased as he examined him, grinning happily at the helpless little baby this once proud jock had become. For the first time Ezra spoke to Obie in a voice loud enough for Josh to hear.
"We done maked him inta a baby," he said to Obie, proudly. "We done maked us a lil' ol' baby outta yer big brother. You done good, boy."
"Thank you, sir," Obie responded to the younger boy.
Josh, still aware of who he was but trapped inside his infant body, unable to communicate, managed to turn and look at his little brother. Seeing the blank expression on his face he finally realized Obie couldn't help what he was dong. Ezra had done something to him too, used some kind of formula on him and put him under some kind of mind controlling spell, just like the potion he'd used to turn Josh back into an infant. Obie was a total slave to Ezra, as powerless to control his own fate as Josh was now.
"See, Joshua," Obie spoke for Ezra, "Ezra thinks you don't need all this fancy stuff no more," and he motioned all around them at the nice house and all the modern conveniences Josh had worked so hard to get. "Ezra's kin is gonna take all this ol' stuff, and we're gonna take you back home to momma. This time she'll raise you up right so you don't never get all uppity and wander off from home like this again."
Josh grew silent for a moment as the horrifying future in front of him suddenly became clear. He looked around at his house, his possessions, all he'd worked to earn, and realized he would never have them again, he was going to be made a prisoner back in the home he'd worked so hard to escape. He was going home to be his mother's little baby all over again. He was going back to basics.
The next day on the bus ride out from Nashville, people thought it strange to see two young boy's traveling with a baby. "He's my little brother," Obie would tell them proudly, showing little Josh off to all the nice ladies. But no amount of choochie-choochie-coos ever seemed to calm the poor infant, and the people on the bus all had to contend with the annoying sound of poor little baby Joshua as he cried and cried all the way home.
The End
