As Ringo’s heavy eyelids finally closed, Skeebe smiled and gently pet his brother’s ears and head. He couldn’t blame Ringo for falling asleep for the second time after his regression; in fact he was quite thankful for it. He knew the two had to get home somehow, and the only means they had was Ringo’s car. Considering how stubborn his brother had been when Skeebe had to take over the role of big brother, he really didn’t want to deal with the long and frustrating argument he would have had with Ringo when he would have to drive the former adult home in a baby’s car seat.
But luckily, the events of the day had taken a toll on the little guy, both mentally and physically. And being a former cub, Skeebe knew from experience that after a day like that, a full tummy and a bottle of warm milk would easily put any cub to sleep.
Skeebe sat in the coffee shop for a few minutes. He had to be sure that Ringo was fast asleep before he would attempt to move him anywhere. The moment he heard the slow, calm breathing of sleep slip from his brother’s maw, he collected his bag and very gently lifted Ringo up; keeping him securely snuggled to his chest and his little muzzle resting on the fox’s shoulder. He could hear Ringo muttering quietly in his slumber as he suckled at his pacifier.
“I guess he’s just as chatty in his sleep too…” Skeebe thought, chuckling to himself as he walked towards the automatic doors leading to the car park. He walked outside, feeling the cool breeze of the afternoon drift through his fur. It didn’t seem to make Ringo stir at all, despite cool air flowing onto his exposed bare legs, thanks to the diaper being the only thing covering his lower half. The combination of the milk that was still in his belly, the recent accident in his padding and Skeebe’s body heat was more than enough to keep the little hatchling warm and in slumber land.
After some time wandering up and down the car park, pressing the “unlock” button on the car keys, Skeebe was finally able to find his brother’s car. Skeebe found it rather odd that he’d never actually paid attention to what Ringo’s car looked like when he was still a cub considering that once Ringo got his license, he took his brother out for drives almost every chance he could get. He guessed that he just enjoyed the time he spent with his big brother, he didn’t really care about very much else. The attention spans of baby cubs were funny that way.
Very carefully, Skeebe opened the back door and set Ringo into the car’s booster seat. He couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that their day together started with him leaving home in that chair, only to be taking his now baby brother back in the driver’s seat. With Pandy placed in the unconscious Ringo’s lap, Skeebe strapped him in securely before strapping himself into the front seat.
Skeebe looked over his surroundings, starting to see some flaws in his plan. Even though he had the maturity and abilities of an adult, he’d never actually driven a car before. He sat back in the chair, hitting him forehead with his paw. “Crap…” he thought, “I really didn’t think this through at all! What are we going to do now?”
Suddenly, the engine had started. Skeebe looked back down at the console to see his spare paw had slipped the keys into the ignition and turned the engine on. “What? When did I…?”
His thought was soon interrupted as the same paw reached for the automatic gear lever, pulling it into reverse before releasing the handbrake. His arms began working all on their own, but it didn’t feel strange at all to Skeebe. Actually, it felt natural; like his body was working off of muscle memory he never had. The knowledge of driving an automatic car began flowing into his mind; which pedals to use, how to turn the wheel, how the gear lever and handbrake worked. He even knew how the meters, turn signals and windshield wipers worked.
Skeebe found himself wagging excitedly and smiling the widest he ever had in memory, enjoying every second of the incredible and strange experience. Before he knew it, he had reversed out of the parking space and left the mall completely. The directions appeared in his mind the same way as the driving knowledge had, taking him to the long highway that would lead Skeebe home.
It only took half-an-hour before Skeebe stopped at the last set of traffic lights outside of his house. As the traffic in front of him raced by, Skeebe took a quick peek in the rear-view mirror’s reflection to check on Ringo. Just like he had left him, he saw the little hatchling sleeping peacefully, cuddling his new plush toy in his arms and nuking softly on his pacifier as if it was completely natural. There were no signs of the stubborn adult anymore. Ringo was just a little baby, tuckered out after his big day at the shopping mall with his big brother.
The image unconsciously made Skeebe smile proudly, feeling so happy see his brother looking so innocent without a single care in the world. As the light turned green, Skeebe wondered about all the times when he was a cub, falling asleep in the backseat of Ringo’s car after a long day. If he felt like this seeing the little hatchling; he couldn’t imagine how many times Ringo would have felt the exact same way.
He suddenly felt pleasantly warm as he thought about all the love and attention Ringo had given him over the years. Skeebe was happy that he could give even just a small portion of that love back to his brother. For a moment, he almost didn’t want the two to change back to their normal ages, even if Skeebe knew exactly how to do that. But, his mature mind quickly took over, reminding him that it would mean that Ringo would be robbed of his hard-earned adulthood. Skeebe would never really know what it would be like to grow up or learn all the things he knew now by himself. And most importantly, he’d never feel the love of his big brother’s huge arms wrapped around him ever again. He knew Ringo had earned his place as man of the family and the title of “big brother” a million times over.
Pulling up to their driveway, Skeebe parked the car and retrieved Ringo, Pandy and his bag from the back seat, carrying them inside the house. As he walked inside, he felt the muscles in his bladder clenching a little as an unfamiliar pressure was building up. He was so preoccupied with the drive home, he didn’t even realise that he had to pee. Skeebe’s eyes went wide as he recalled the large soda and coffee he had sculled down not that long ago.
He picked up speed as he walked upstairs and into the nursery, laying Ringo down on the changing table. Skeebe knew that if he didn’t take care of Ringo’s soaked diaper before putting him in bed, the poor little thing would get a rash while during the night. His brother’s comfort took up more importance to Skeebe than his growing need to use the bathroom.
With Ringo completely unconscious, Skeebe was thankfully able to change the cub with the speed of a Formula One pit crew. He had to admit, compared to the first diaper he had to put on Ringo; it was a lot easier getting his brother into a fresh diaper without him whining and squirming about. Standing back for a moment to admire his handiwork, Skeebe couldn’t help but smirk at how Ringo looked: sprawled out on the changing pad with Pandy tucked under his armpit, clad in a fresh diaper adorned in playing teddy bears with his t-shirt tugged up and showing off his tiny baby pot belly. Skeebe had to fight every instinct he had to blow a raspberry on the cute, chubby tummy for the sake of his brother’s slumber.
A sudden pain from the growing tightness in his bladder thankfully made those instincts fade away as Skeebe started to bounce from one foot paw to the other, dancing in vain to try and force the pressure back. Quickly, he picked up Ringo and Pandy and rushed them into his brother’s huge bedroom, making sure to handle them carefully enough so he wouldn’t bounce them awake. He decided that once Ringo was awake, the familiar sights of his adult room may make him regain a little bit of pride.
Skeebe brought his brother over to his queen-sized bed, pulling back the covers and gently laying Ringo and his plush friend down. As he tucked them into the thick, soft covers, Skeebe marvelled at just how small his brother had become; now barely taking up a quarter of the bed’s length as he curled up around Pandy.
Gently kissing Ringo’s cheek goodnight, Skeebe quietly rushed out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom door. Once again, he started dancing awkwardly as he fumbled with the doorknob and tugged down his zipper and undid the button on his pants in preparation for when he would meet the toilet bowl. He knew that at this rate, he wouldn’t have time to fumble with his zip and move his underwear to pee standing up. Once he was inside, he quickly yanked both his jeans and boxers down, sitting on the seat just in time as he began to relieve himself.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he sighed happily as he heard the loud trickling of the toilet water. Now that his thoughts were a little clearer, Skeebe thought it was quite funny the way he was dancing like Ringo had been before the two had swapped ages. “I guess that’s why he was dancing so funny. He just had to go to the bathroom” he giggled to himself. Standing back up once his business was done; Skeebe felt a very familiar tingling sensation as he tugged his pants back up and buttoned them, feeling them sag loosely to his hips rather than fitting snuggly on his waist.
He couldn’t mistake that tingle, it was the one he felt just before his clothes began to feel tight and he started growing into an adult fox. Now it was back and his clothes were feeling bigger and looser, even the bathroom started looking bigger around him. “I’m turning back into a cub!” he yelped in his mind. Grabbing his pants, Skeebe held up the growing garment and ran as fast as he could for Ringo’s room to make sure his brother was growing back to normal as well.
In his head, he quickly ran back through all the things he had done since he arrived back home. He was wondering what was causing his body to revert back to its former age after staying as an adult for so long.
“It couldn’t be that I drove, otherwise I would have started shrinking before we got home. It wasn’t Ringo being put to bed either; he already fell asleep while I was getting his cub clothes. Going to the bathroom was the most recent thing I did, but all I did was dance around like Ringo was at the mall…”
“…Wait!” He suddenly remembered when Ringo was dancing about to use the bathroom when they first arrived at the shopping mall earlier that day. He was giggling at his big brother and his silly dancing, wondering why he never had to do that. After all, when Skeebe had to go, he’d just go. He guessed it was something that only adults did, but it looked like a lot of fun to him. That’s when he made his wish.
“I wish I was bigger so I could do dat funny dance too.”
Once at the door of Ringo’s room, he sighed in relief to see his brother slowing getting bigger. Running quickly to Ringo’s cupboard mirror, he watched as signs of maturity and puberty left his face and body. Glancing over to Ringo to see that his body was gaining back its former muscles and maturity.
“So when I made that wish, we swapped until I knew why he was dancing about. I guess now that I know what he was doing, the wish wore off” He confirmed to himself, noticing something strange about his clothes as he shrunk. While his pants, t-shirt and button-up shirt were getting bigger and roomier on his body, his underwear had stayed exactly where it was. They didn’t feel any bigger or looser on his body, even as he shrunk.
As his age descended into the single digits, he let his humongous pants slide down to his ankles, removing the black button-up shirt and lifting the bottom of his growing t-shirt from around his thighs. Looking back in the mirror, he saw that his underwear was changing with him to match his age. As he grew younger, they became more and more immature; starting from black briefs for a pre-teen and now getting lighter as he passed eight years old, cartoon prints starting to appear on the fabric. The entire time he watched, he was wagging happily and giggling like the little cub he was reverting into. But after the sensation of growing out of his clothes at the start of the day, he couldn’t but enjoy the spectacle of shrinking out of his brother’s clothes while his undies changed and shifted around his waist.
Skeebe stepped out from the pants around his ankles and ran over to Ringo’s bed. He about to wake Ringo up so that he could show his brother the cool trick his underwear was doing. Just before he did, however, his ears perked as he could hear a quiet crinkling coming from under the covers. Skeebe realized he hadn’t heard any ripping or tearing of Ringo’s cub-sized shirt or diaper since he had come in. A grin grew on his maw as he climbed onto the bed and pulled back the covers.
Ringo was still growing, but he was still clad in the “Momma’s Happy Hatchy” shirt and his thick diaper, both growing with him to match his size and musculature. Since he was still asleep, Ringo was still clutching Pandy in his now large, muscly arms and nuking quietly on his pacifier. Nearly back to his normal age and size, the baby clothes looked ridiculous on him. His shirt, while larger, was still a little snug, showing off his grown-up gut and muscles. The huge, crinkly diaper, meanwhile, showed off the dragingo’s big, toned legs. From Skeebe’s perspective, he looked like a huge, grown-up baby.
“Hehe! That’s going to interesting for him once he’s awake” Skeebe thought, wondering if Ringo would have any “accidents” while he was sleeping. The thought was soon interrupted, however, as he felt his underwear start to puff out. Pulling up his now tent-like shirt, he saw that the underwear and changed from little boy underoos to training pants that were slowly getting puffier and whiter between his legs, becoming more and more like a diaper. Once he was sure his underwear wasn’t changing anymore, he started to poke the padding between his legs. He began to wag happily as he noticed just how much he had missed being in comfy diapers again.
The next thing Skeebe heard was a loud “Pop!” in his ears as his mature thoughts and abilities left his little mind mind.
“Hehe, yay! I’m aww widdaw ‘gain!” he giggled, throwing his arms up into the air before letting out a little yawn. The excitement of shrinking back into a cub had taken a lot out of the poor fox kit, suddenly finding it quite hard to keep his eyelids from getting a little heavy. Looking up at Ringo, the cub let out another giggle at his brother’s expense, finding the Dragingo’s new clothes to be even more hilarious with his younger mind.
Yawning once more, Skeebe decided it was his bedtime too; climbing up onto Ringo’s chubby tummy and snuggled up to his brother, resting his head on Ringo’s fluffy chest. As he heard Ringo’s slow, gentle hearbeat, Skeebe could feel his eyes getting too heavy for him to keep open any longer.
“Mnnn…nini, big baby bwo. I luv’ yew to da moon an’ back…” Skeebe whispered, turning his head up slightly to look at his brother. Popping his thumb into his maw and nuking away happily, Skeebe smiled wide as he drifted off to sleep.
He hoped that when he woke up, he could try making maybe just one more wish.