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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 11, 2008 3:15:30 GMT -4
You feel yourself shrinking in size, but you don't seem to be changing species.
"Thats what I call my "Young Pup" Mixture...hope you like it, you rotten dog!" Giovanni purrs with laughter.
You feel the world getting bigger again.
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Post by littlefella on Aug 11, 2008 19:36:17 GMT -4
My doggy self started feeling nervous and scared. Whatever my human mind had to say about all this was pushed to one side, overwhelmed by the frightened canine part of me. Something strange was going on, and the dog part of me couldn't figure it out. The tree was getting bigger, the cat on that branch looked bigger! What was going on.
That canine part of me decided it was time to stand my ground, show that lousy cat who was, ahem, top dog around here. I opened my mouth to bark and instead of hearing that low, deep, resonant voice, all I heard was a small, high pitched yip!
Now the dog in me was really scared and nervous. What was going on here, it was all so confusing. My ears went back as I tucked my tail between my legs. "Oh, this is just so perfect," I heard from just a bit above me. Startled, I looked up and there was Giovanni! He was only a couple of feet away, his claws gripping the trunk of the tree. The grin on his face was almost feral. Even with him being so close to me now, he looked even bigger than he should have. I looked just past him to see the tree grow just a little "bigger" to me before it stopped moving upwards.
I looked back at Giovanni. Whimpering, I took a step backward as the cat slowly made his way down the trunk of the tree. "So, not so high and mighty a dog now, are you, you wretched mutt!" he said, punctuating his question with a terrifying hiss. I whimpered again, feeling so helpless, the dog part of me wondering where was the rest of my litter, my mother. I had to escape! I let out several high pitched yips and turned, trying to make a break for it, when suddenly I was grabbed by the scruff of my neck.
"Oh, no, no my little pup, you're not going anywhere," Giovanni hissed as he held me. I squirmed and wriggled, but he held me fast in his paw. He lifted me up to his eyes and turned me around, then turned me back to face him. "Oh, better than I'd hoped. You can't be much more than 6 or 8 months old now."
Snickering he gave a wave of his paw. A hand mirror appeared in his paw. "Oh yes, now that you're no threat anymore, I can say the spells as they should be said. Here, take a look at yourself, you wretched pup!" I looked and whimpered again. I was a puppy! What Giovanni said was true! I was, at best, only 8 months old.
I looked up at him, giving him the big eyes, and whimpered. It was useless. Giovanni, now that he had nothing to fear from me, had full use of his powers. He waved his paw and in an instant a dog carrier appeared, just about my size. I yipped, and wriggled, but to no avail. Giovanni gave one quick thrust, and I tiumbled into the cage. That damn feline shut the cage door shut. He lifted me up to eye level to him.
As much as I hate to admit it, I cowered, pressing myself against the back of the cage, trying to get as far away from that cat as I could. He just grinned, clearly enjoying how frightened I was.
Holding me up to his eyes, he held me there, just watching me. After a moment he purred, and then said. "Oh, what to do with you, what to do with you. That Lord Hugo will have my tail and other more personal parts of me because of all this. And I don't want that wretched Patrick to know my potion was a failure. No. No. I can't afford to have any evidence....of you."
I whimpered again as he started to swing the cage slightly. "No, I can't afford that, you lousy mutt. I will have to...dispose you. But how best to do so? What would be most appropriate? A way that they wouldn't suspect me, because I was acting like a...cat." Giovanni leaned in closer to the cage. I backed up as much as I could, which wasn't much.
Giovanni leaned in close to the cage and smiled, showing off his sharp fangs. "But how best to eat...I mean, dispose of you. I could turn you into a mouse again, but that seems so...ordinary, after all that we've been through. A fish migh be a novelty, but...it's not enough of a novelty." He focused his eyes on me and gave an evil laugh., "No, I've something much better. I will never admit it, but this form of yours has nearly scared me out of one of my nine lives. Yow owe me, you wretched mutt! I can think of nothing more fitting than to shrink you down to the size of a mouse and swallowing you....alive!"
Giovnni gave a wave of his paw. A bottle appeared. It was clear glass full of some kind of liquid. Giovanni held the top over one of the spaces of the bars of my cage. "One drop should be more than enough," Giovanni said in a low voice. "I don't particularly care. I shrink you a little, and you make a nice snack. I shrink you too much, well, you're one less problem for me."
I whimpered and squirmed as I looked up at his paw as Giovanni started to slowly tilt the bottle of shrinking potion. Would help arrive, or would I need to make a dash as fast as I could through the bars of the cage? Or would something else happen?
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 13, 2008 17:46:12 GMT -4
"Giovanni! Catch!" says a small voice and a vial of potion, not unlike the one Giovanni was holding flew at the cat, who dropped his bottle, just missing you by inches, however, the vial that Giovanni was trying to catch shattered as it hit his paws, spewing the green liquid all over his fur, and the cat mewed as if it were in pain or frightened..."
"Now thats what I call an entrance" says the small voice of Patrick..."I thought I heard this scum, but don't worry, he won't be bothering anyone ever again."
Sure enough you turn and see the animal is now a toy, a kid's stuffed animal.
"Now, lets get you back to normal"
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Post by littlefella on Aug 13, 2008 21:24:49 GMT -4
*I yip happily and wag my tail, my whole body wriggling, both in relief and in seeing Patrick again* I watch and yap as he climbs up the door of the cage and unlatches it. I burst out with a bound. Patrick squeaks and lands on the ground. I stand over him, wagging and licking his tiny body.
Patrick giggles and tries to dodge my tongue. "Okay, boy, okay! Yes, I'm glad to see you, too!" he squeaks as he tries to stand back up. "Come on, Dave, lemme up," he says as he tries to push my muzzle away. I manage to avoid it and go back to licking and sniffing him all over.
"Ack," he squeaks, "I know you're a dog, but how'd you get such a cold nose?!" he says. I finally finish licking him and step back, my puppy body still wriggling and my tail wagging a mile a minute. Patrick stands and dusts off his fur. "All right, first things first, let's grow you back up." He pulls out another bottle from under one of the hedge leaves. Pulling the stopper out of it he smiles up at me. "Okay, boy, open wide." I yap and then flop on the ground, rolling onto my back, making it a bit easier for Patrick to reach my muzzle. "Oh, you are a smart puppy! Good boy, good boy! Now drink up."
Patrick pours a small amount of liquid into my muzzle. As it hits I feel a delightful tingle. Rolling over and getting back on all fours I wag as I find myself growing. I turn my head back and forth, looking myself over, delighted to see myself returning to an adult dog once more. I look back at Patrick, and intend to give him a bark of thanks. Instead of a woof, I go, "That's great! I'm a big...I can talk again!"
Patrick, grins up at me. "Yeah, I thought you'd like to be able to communicate with a little more ease. Now, I suppose you want to rejoin the human race?"
I start to answer yes. Do I want to stay a dog for awhile longer? Patrick must have picked up on my wondering for he added, "Not to worry, I'm sure you'll find something else around here that'll let you see what life is like from the critter side of things. You're always welcome to sample some more of my special brand of cheese, if nothing else."
"Hmm, good point, Patrick. Okay, yeah, I would like to be human again, just to get over what that wretched cat did to me." I gave the now plush toy version of Giovanni a dark glare and growled. It was all I could do to keep from picking him up and rip the stuffing from him.
"That's what I thought," Patrick said, as he also gazed at the plush Giovanni toy. "Pitty his jealousy gets the better of him. He's got talent, but between his pride of being feline and his jealousy he just refuses to admit anyone knows more about magic than he does. He has to force himself to acknowledge that Lord Hugo has more talent than he does. Ah well," Patrick sighed as he pulled a dog biscuit from the hedges. "Time to make a human out of you."
I chuckled at the thought of using a dog biscuit to regain my humanity. "Here boy, catch!" Patrick squeaked and threw it toward me. I made a grab for it, catching it in my muzzle, and quickly chomped and swallowed it down. Again, I felt an odd, but pleasant tingle. Soon my form was shifting, my fur receding, my head and limbs reshaping as I went from dog to human again. In moments I was again standing on two legs. I grinned as I held out my arms, checking out my hands and fingers. Looking down I grinned seeing the rest of my human self, then eeped. "I need some pants!" I yelped. Patrick fell back on the ground, clutching his sides as he rolled about squeaking in laughter.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 17, 2008 0:46:45 GMT -4
"Let me give you something to regain your dignity, since Patrick won't" Lord Hugo says with a sigh as he appears from nowhere. He snaps his fingers and pants appear on your body, your top half however, remains unclothed, not that its a big deal.
"Now, the path ahead splits into two. left or right, which way, my friend" he says.
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Post by littlefella on Aug 17, 2008 13:56:43 GMT -4
"I'm sorry, Lord Hugo," Patrick said as he got himself up off the ground, still chuckling. "But after all that Dave's just been through, and with all this time he's been running around in the nude, well, it just struck me so funny!"
"Hey, when I was a mouse and a dog, it didn't bother me, and when I was bug sized, well, it was kind of tough for anyone to see me, period, much less see my family jewels. Being my right size again, well, I just felt, you know, exposed. You understand, don't you Lord Hugo?" I asked as I turned my attention to him.
"Of course, m'lad, of course. Though, I should advise you that you might try, as much as possible, get used to running around in your birthday suit. Around here it's not long before clothes that fit perfectly are soon either way too big or way too small, as you've already found out."
I nodded. "But, you have so much magic here, why can't you just have clothes that adjust to a person?"
Lord Hugo just smiled. "Oh, but I do, but, even though most of my guests don't admit it, many of them do prefer their outfits to stay the same. However, if you'd prefer..." Lord Hugo raised his eyebrows as he waited for my response, making ready to snap his fingers.
I was about to answer yes, but, well, now that I thought about it, it was something of a kick when I found myself shrinking out of my clothes. Chuckling and blushing as I rubbed the back of my neck I was about to answer when Lord Hugo grinned and patted my shoulder. "That's all right, lad, nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Yes, I have to admit," I said with a grin, "it is a fun part of the transformations."
"Well, if you want my advice," Patrick squeaked from near my foot, "you'd avoid the complication and just not bother,"
"You would say that, Patrick, " Lord Hugo replied as I bent down to and offered a hand up to the magical mouse. "Failing having everyone turn into mice, you'd at least like them to go about 'au naturel.'"
"What's wrong with that?" Patrick squeaked as I stood back up again with him in my hand. "There's nothing like the fresh air ruffling one's fur! Or skin in the case of you two."
"Well until I change my mind, I'd like the complication," I said as I scritched the back of Patrick's big ears and the little mouse mmmrrrdd softly. "I should have said this sooner," I said as I continued scritching, "But, I owe you my life, my little friend. I'd have been in scrambling about whille being digested in Giovanni's stomach right now if it hadn't been for you. You really saved my tail."
"Well, I saved it up until you lost it when I turned you back into a human," he said with a wry smile. "Still, I was glad to do it," he added as he patted my thumb. We looked at each other with a great deal of friendship and affection for several seconds before Lord Hugo cleared his throat.
"As much as I hate to interrupt, I am curious to know what you want to do, Dave," Lord Hugo said as Patrick and I turned our attention to him. I looked down the path to where it branched left and right. From where we were standing one path seemed as good a choice as the other. "I think I'll go to the left. Patrick, you care to join us?"
The little mouse nodded. "For a little bit. I have a potion that I'm preparing for the demonstration, but it has to sit for a few hours before the next step, so I've got some time."
"Fine, fine," Lord Hugo said, patting me on the back as Patrick scampered up my arm and took a seat on my shoulder. "To the left it is!"
We started down to where the maze split, when Patrick let out a squeak. "Wait! We're forgetting someone!"
Lord Hugo looked at Patrick with some puzzlement. "We are? Who?"
Patrick pointed in back of us. "Giovanni!"
Lord Hugo nodded. "Ah, indeed. Well, I've a place in one of my glass cabinets for him."
Patrick shook his head. "No, Lord Hugo, if you wouldn't mind, would you shrink him so he'd fit on one of my shelves?"
"To fit on one of your shelves? Just what do you intend to do with him, my good mouse?" Lord Hugo asked, giving Patrick a very stern look.
Patrick raised both paws. "Oh, no, don't worry, I won't cause him any harm. It's just so I can be sure I can keep an eye on him until I give my potions demonstration."
Lord Hugo raised his eyebrows in surprise. "And why do you want to do that?" he asked.
"Why, so he can attend it, of course."
"Patrick, you're kidding," I said. "After what that cat tried to do to me? You think he'd be any less interested in eating you, especially with how he feels about you?"
Patrick nodded. "It's a chance, I know, but, for all his poor wizardship, he does have potential, and, well, he is just barely out of his kittenhood."
"That's true," Lord Hugo added. "Well, Patrick, if you're willing to keep an eye on him, then so be it." Lord Hugo turned and walked back to where the now plush toy form of Giovanni still sat. With a wave of his hand, Giovanni quickly shrank down to a few inches tall. "I'll keep him in my pocket until you're ready to return to your lab, shall I Patrick?"
Patrick nodded. "That'd be fine, Lord Hugo. Now, on to the left!" the mouse squeaked, striking a pose on my shoulder, his tiny arm pointing toward the end of the lane.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 19, 2008 3:39:59 GMT -4
"Dramatic at all times, aren't we..." he asks Patrick, who nods with a smile. As you turn the corner, you find a a table with three artifacts...one is a ray gun, like in a sci-fi movie, another is a pendant, old and dusty, and the final is a box containing a pair of dice.
"You must choose one, and use it, to proceed, Dave" Hugo says as he lets Patrick down on the table.
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Post by littlefella on Aug 19, 2008 11:51:23 GMT -4
I looked at each of the items on the table, wondering what they might do to me. The ray gun did indeed look like something straight out of one of the old Flash Gordon serials, or some 50s sci-fi classic movie. The dice looked like any ordinary pair of dice. The pendant looked quite old and had quite an accumulation of dust. Looking closely at it I couldn't make out if there was some writing or an image of some sort.
After considering the items for some seconds I looked over at Patrick. "Well, my little friend, do you have any suggestions?" Patrick just smiled up at me and shook his head. "Nope, sorry, Dave, I can't give you any advice," he squeaked. "This has to be your decision alone."
I looked over to Lord Hugo. "Patrick's right, you have to make the choice on your own here," he said.
So I turned my attention back to the items. Each one looked intriguing, but my attention kept returning to the pendant. I was as curious to learn what was under the layer of dust as much as I was about what the pendant would do to me. Finally, I made up my mind and reached for the pendant. "All right, I've made my choice. Now, let's see what it does," I said as I picked it up and started to brush the dust off it and onto the ground.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 21, 2008 0:10:58 GMT -4
You pick up the golden pendant and it starts to glow and a green gem reveals itself in the center...it shocks your hand, which causes you to drop it, but now the pendant is nearly as interesting as the fact that Lord Hugo seems to be getting taller..."Not shrinking...again" you say to yourself when you realize that its not just your height shrinking...its your age. Now, this was far different from when you had been turned into a puppy...it felt more...tingly.
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Post by littlefella on Aug 21, 2008 20:01:12 GMT -4
The feeling was more intense than when I was regressed back into a puppy. However, as intense as it was, it was also quite pleasurable. I was feeling more energetic, more invigorated as the years dropped away. I looked away from the smiling Lord Hugo and down at myself, just in time to see my pants starting to drift downward on my smaller, more youthful frame. I made a grab for them just as they drifted far enough to show my receding pubic hair.
In spite of having so recently having been regressed, this was so different. I have memories of being a young boy, that's something I'm familiar with, being a puppy was a whole new experience.
I looked at my arms and my torso. It was weird seeing myself lose my muscle mass, seeing my arms get thinner, my chest dwindle down, my chest hairs thinning and then disappearing. Looking back up at Lord Hugo and then toward Patrick on the table, I saw that my perspective had continued to retreat. At most I couldn't have been five feet tall.
My pants continued to get heavier in my grip as I continued to get smaller and less strong. I looked back down at them. By now they were starting to look like I was wearing my father's pants. They were getting to be comically baggy on me. Maybe returning to a more youthful state was getting to me, but I had to see what was happening to my manhood. Though calling it manhood might not be proper as I returned to my boyhood.
However, it's the only reason I can give, that I was feeling more and more like a young boy as the years dropped, to explain why I just let my pants drop to the ground. I was a boy! I wanted to go nakey! Giggling at the sight, I watched as the last few downy wisps of my pubic hairs slip back under my skin, my formerly thick member thin, and dwindle to a skinny twig, my sac tighten in close, the "orbs" shrinking to the size of grapes. I know as a full grown man I should have been more concerned, but this was just so amazing. This was magic!
I looked back up at Patrick, and then at Lord Hugo. It struck me then how much I'd lost in height along with my years. Lord Hugo looked to be ten feet tall to me, though deep inside me I knew it was because I couldn't be only a little over four feet tall. At first I was a little bit nervous, suddenly feeling so young and small. But the smile from Hugo soon got me to grinning as well. In no time at all I was soon back in the thrill of what had just happened to me. "I'm...I'm a boy again!" I said, squealing and then giggling in delight both at the transformation as well as having my voice back in soprano pitch.
Leaping, hooting , and hollering,I went running up and down that length of the maze, just from the sheer joy and excitement over it all. Lord Hugo watched me, grinning, while Patrick watched with a bemused expression. After a moment the mouse looked up at Hugo and said, "I don't think I'll ever understand you humans. Just a few minutes ago he was hollering for a pair of pants. Now that he's again a 10 year old, I think he'd object to wearing anything."
Lord Hugo just chuckled. "Ah, my rodent friend, it's the exuberance of regained youth that he's feeling."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 21, 2008 21:27:27 GMT -4
"After all, my young mouse, becoming eight years old again has its thrills...now, Dave, would you like fitting clothes?" Hugo asks as you still explore your young body "Patrick here just can't stand the sight of you without pants" he says with much sarcasm, causing Patrick to stick his tongue out at the old master of the house.
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Post by littlefella on Aug 22, 2008 21:18:15 GMT -4
I grinned and looked up at Lord Hugo. "You're bein' silly, Lord Hugo. Patrick doesn't mind me goin' nakey," I giggled as I followed Patrick's lead and stuck out my tongue as well. Patrick chuckled and nodded his head at me. "That's the truth, my boy."
Lord Hugo smiled warmly at me, as he ruffled my hair. "Be that as it may, what about some fitting clothes for you, little nature boy?"
I scratched my head. Truth was, the temperature was quite comfortable, and the light breeze that was blowing did feel nice on my bare skin. It was tempting, and a little exciting for my 8 year old self to want to run around for awhile longer with nothing but sunshine on my skin. But then again, what kind of clothes would Lord Hugo have? It could be anything from a pair of coveralls and a short sleeved shirt with Mickey Mouse, to something from some medieval fantasy. Another gentle breeze tickled my skin. Looking back up at Lord Hugo, I rubbed the back of my leg with my foot, feeling just a bit sheepish. "Could...could I stay like this for a little while, please?" I asked, with wide-eyed innocence.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 23, 2008 12:29:22 GMT -4
"If you wish. That doesn't leave very much for the maze to do, now does it?" Hugo asks with a smile.
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Post by littlefella on Aug 23, 2008 12:48:59 GMT -4
I giggled and nodded. "Oh yeah, I guess it would be kinda tough. Okay, then I better get some clofes."
Patrick just smirked as he sat on the edge of the table. "Mmmm, I'm sure you're just being agreeable because you probably won't be in 'em too long, anyway.
I didn't answer, I just made a face at the smart ass little mouse and stuck my tongue out at him before giggling again.
"Now, now, my boy, mind your manners," Lord Hugo said with a wink and a wry smile.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 24, 2008 19:25:54 GMT -4
"Well, Lord Hugo, I've had loads of fun with you and little mr. Naked over here, but I do have to go back and check on my potions, as per your request" Patrick says.
"Of course. Let me help you back" and with a snap of the old man's fingers the mouse was gone.
"Best thing my sister ever did" he says referring to Patrick. "Now, what shall we do no, my little friend?"
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