The Wrestler's Take Down
(age regression, nc, male-male)
Story © 2004 by Bambino Rojo
Inspired and Illustrated by O'Melissokomos

It looked to everyone like Roger really enjoyed watching Melvin get his ass kicked all over the mat.

"You are such a useless piece of shit!" he'd holler at him.  "You let 'em throw you around like you were a little kid or something.  Get out there and fight like a man, for cripes sake!"

Mel tried hard.  He was determined to prove to himself that he could accomplish things as a regular guy, without having to resort to any of his special abilities, but the fact was he just weighed less than the others did and in collegiate wrestling, it was all about the weight.

"Yer such a friggin' light-weight!" Roger would constantly yell at him.  "Of course they throw you around, that's what happens when you're at the bottom of your weight class."

It was obvious to everyone on the team that Mel was a determined fighter, but nothing he did satisfied Roger.  It was just his size, and yet Roger clearly took great joy in continuing to abuse and humiliate him in front of everyone

Finally, Mel couldn't take any more and told Roger he wanted to meet him after practice, alone!

"Oh, this'll be good," Roger thought to himself as he prepared to meet his little teammate.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm scared," Roger said, more determined than ever to wipe up the carpet with this little dish rag of a man, just for the sheer pleasure of it.

Of course, he had no idea how much the situation was about to change.

"Alright," Mel said seriously.  "But I warned you, and you made your choice."

"Bring it on," Roger responded confidently and got ready for Mel's attack.  "Just try me, boy!"

Roger was prepared for Mel to lunge at him, but he wasn't prepared for what happened next.

Mel stared at him, just stared.  And as he did, his eyes seemed to focus intensely on Roger.

"What, you're gonna stare me to death?" he laughed.  Then, without warning, Roger felt an unnatural tingling sensation.  It seemed to start in his groin and then spread throughout the rest of his body.  For a moment, it felt almost sexual.  Then he started to feel the changes, and although he had no idea exactly what was happening to him, Roger knew something was very wrong."

"What... what's happening to me?" he sputtered as he tried to grasp what was happening.  "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm just giving you a little adjustment," Melvin said, grinning.

"What's going on?  What are you doing to me, ya' little squirt!" Roger yelled.

"Just making a small change  in your weight class," Melvin answered.

All at once Roger could feel himself getting smaller.  His body was changing.  All his hard earned muscles, built up over so many hours working-out at the gym... it was as if they were evaporating right off of him, as if his body were going back to a time before he had started to work out..

"No, stop it, please.  I'm sorry.  Don't do this to me!"

There was a new tone in the big man's voice that had never been there before, a note of pleading and panic.  Of course, Roger wasn't such a big man anymore.  Watching his hard earned muscles vanish must have been a frightening enough experience for him, but it wasn't the only change his body was experiencing.  Before his very eyes,  in a matter of moments, Roger watched his body regress from that of a mature, well built adult, to a scrawny teenager.

"So, you don't like the idea of being at the bottom of your weight class?"

"No," Roger shouted, a note of panic in his adolescent voice.  Melvin seemed to be growing larger compared to him.

"Please, make it stop."

"Tell you what," Melvin said with a smile, "I'll put you back at the top of your weight class again."

Roger sighed with relief, "Thank you, please, just put me back the way I was.  I promise, I won't make fun of you anymore."

Melvin focused his eyes on him and Roger felt another rushing sensation in his body.  He was thrilled Melvin had agreed to turn him back, but Roger's joy was short lived as he found himself suddenly growing younger at an even more rapid pace.

"Wait!  Stop it!  What are you doing to me!  Don't me me any littler!!" he cried out as his voice lost all trace of maturity and took on a very childish tone.  His singlet hung down and nearly feel off of him now.

He grabbed the straps to try and keep it from falling off of him entirely but he wasn't fast enough to prevent his childish genitals from flashing out.  Looking at his suddenly exposed, and vastly diminished, organ, Roger felt a swelling of embarassment.

"Please, I'll be good, just don't do this, please.  Don't make me a little boy!"

"But I have to keep my promise to you -- I'm going to put you at the very top of your weight class again."

 In place of his adult muscles Roger suddenly felt himself growing tubby, even as he grew younger.  Soon, where once the big, proud man had stood, a helpless little baby boy sat naked on the floor in the pile of his blue singlet, crying.

"No fair!" The baby pouted, "Me no wanna be baby.  Me wanna be awl gwon up agin!  Me big boy!"

"I'm sorry, baby Roger," Melvin said, obviously gloating, "But you're gonna have to grow up all over again baby.  Maybe this time, you'll learn some manners.  But I did keep my promise," Melvin said, staring down at the chubby little infant.  "You're once more at the top of your weight class." He grinned, "Of course, you're in a whole new age group, but you can't have everything now, can you?"

Roger was furious.  He couldn't believe Mel had done this to him.  He made once last effort to shout at Mel, and tell him to change him back, but he was too far gone into infancy to make any coherent words.  When all that came out was the silly babble of baby talk Roger got frustrated and upset.  He couldn't control his emotions any more, couldn't express himself.  He was an adult trapped in the body, and soon the mind, of an infant.  The emotions of babyhood overwhelmed him, and soon he did the only thing he could do; the former tough guy began to cry.

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