From Cop to Cradle

Chapter 1
The Arrest

Jeremy grunted as his torso was shoved against the side of the car, his hands locked behind him in a gleaming pair of cuffs. The pressure against him was surprisingly heavy, despite Office Lance McDonnell’s slight frame. At 5’10”, the 24-year old cop only weighed about 150, but he was built solid.

“Ugh!” Jeremy moaned as Office Lance managed another push. His neck craned, Jeremy’s head lay against the cold hard metal of the police car.

“Ease up, fuck face,” he bellowed. “Christ, you KNOW me, dude. We fucking went to school together!”

“Yeah, well, we’ve grown world’s apart, ass-clown,” Lance retorted, jerking Jeremy’s bound arms until there was noticeable pain. “This time you’ve sealed your fate, old pal. I’m puttin’ you away.”

“Rgrsshh,” Jeremy mumbled, his face still smooshed into the car.

“Huh?”

Managing to turn his neck and face his captor, Jeremy repeated: “REGRESS!”

Officer Lance look confused. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? He brought his leg back, upon to knee this punk in the back, when...

SMACK.

It was almost as if something slapped his face. Officer Lance looked momentarily stunned as he brought his hand up to swat at something that simply was not there.

Jeremy kept his gaze locked on the cop, his old high school friend. He seemed to be relishing what he saw.

Lance flashed a dumbfounded look and took an involuntary step back, almost stumbling over his own feet. His hand rested upon his cheek, and that’s when he began to feel something really strange...

His five o’clock shadow was gone. This had been his third day of not shaving, actually, so his shadow was well past five o’clock. But now he was smooth. Completely smooth. No stubble, nothing. His skin felt as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

“What the hell are you doing to ... “ he stopped short. Did he just say that? Well, yes, he did, but what was up with his voice? Officer Lance’s voice was a good two octaves higher than it had been just seconds ago. And it was cracking. It hadn’t sounded like that since...

puberty.

The cop took another clumsy step back and, this time, he did fall. He landed with a thud on his rump. His feet had completely fallen out of his shoes. Makes since, since they had gone from a size 11 to about a size 7.

Lance reached forward and grabbed them. His socks hung off them, another sign that his feet had indeed shrunk! Lance’s attention was quickly drawn to his arms, stretched out before them. No flesh was visible, however, as his uniform’s sleeves now completely covered them, as well as his hands.

“Jeremy...pleeeese!”

Jeremy just laughed, watching the show before him. Tough old Officer Lance now looked rather meek. Jeremy guessed that the 24-year old was now about 13. His face smooth and young looking, his torso slight and much less muscular. Hey, even hid adam’s apple had seemed to fade away. A shaggier mop of young boy’s hair was replacing the tight crew cut Lance once wore.

Lance continued to look dumbfounded. His uniform was positively swimming on him! The weight of his metal name badge pulled his shirt down even faster. It was barely hanging onto the now 9-year-old boy’s small shoulders.

He cried out again, his voice even higher. He started to fidget like a young child who didn’t want to sit still at the table. Before long, he had completely wriggled out of his uniform and now sat on top of the heap of clothes he once wore.

Just in his undies, Lance eventually squired out of those, too. His manhood had become noticeably smaller, as did his scrotum. Younger, plumper looking. Less rugged, wrinkly and manly. The hair that once covered his chest, arms and legs was gone. He was smooth all over, just like his face.

His new shaggy mop of hair didn’t last long either. It rained down around him and soon he was completely bald.

The world around Office Lance McDonnell grew larger and larger. Soon he was simply on his back, looking up in awe at the funny gentleman hovering above him. The one who looked like he was dancing (who, in all actuality, was just prying his way out of his handcuffs).

At 3 months old, Baby Office Lance cooed. His arms rose toward the man in front of him. He wanted to be help.

And Jeremy did just that.

“Come now, Lance. Daddy’s got something special in store for you...”

Lance smiled and snuggled deep into his new Daddy’s embrace.