Well Wishes

Chapter 11
Pubertas

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Chapter Description: He's overcome the obstacles in the way, so why is Shane still facing complications?

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Keith proved an extremely determined warden, taking more than a little glee at thwarting every escape attempt.

After being caught for the fourth time, Robbie turned wary when an increasingly desperate Shane suggested a fifth attempt.

"Let’s go out the window," Shane said. "We climb to the ground, and then head to my house. Once I have some of my grown-up clothes, we can visit the park."

Robbie walked to the window and looked out. "It’s a long way down, Shane," he remarked.

Shane, still bristling from the fact that Robbie’s 13-year-old brother had so much control over his fate, lost patience. "Don’t be a chicken, Robbie."

"I’m not chicken," Robbie countered.

"We’ve got to get out of here!"

Keith happened to be walking past the room at just that moment. With his persistent smirk back on his face, he stuck his head in the door. "You guys don’t give up, do you?"

"It’s all him," Robbie said.

"Is that so?" Keith walked into the room and cornered Shane near the window. He looked down, taking pleasure in the obvious discomfort evident in the boy’s expression.

Shane swallowed hard, finding himself hesitant and nervous in Keith’s presence. "You said we might could go to the park later," he said softly.

"The park’s boring," Keith said.

Shane’s emotions swirled. He could have cried, finding his bid for freedom curtailed by a 13-year-old boy who towered over him.

"We just don’t want to sit around here at home," Robbie intervened, seeing his friend so desperate.

Keith’s glare softened. "All right, we can go, but I’m in charge. You’ve got to do everything I say. Got that?"

Robbie nodded quickly, which allowed Keith to turn his attention to Shane. "What about you, shrimpo?"

Shane swallowed hard. He felt humiliated, but he didn’t dare do anything to antagonize Keith and let him change his mind.

"Fine," he said. "You’re in charge."

"That’s more like it," Keith said. "Let’s go."

They started downstairs when Robbie fell back and whispered, "But we need to go to your home."

Shane nodded and, sure that Keith wasn’t within hearing range, advised Robbie to make sure they had some dimes. "Maybe we can slip away from him."

Robbie didn’t look confident.

Once they reached the park, nothing changed. Keith remained vigilant, and a sullen Shane joined Robbie at some of the playground equipment as their activities were carefully monitored.

As they climbed on the monkey bars, Shane had a chance to express his frustration. "Robbie, I’ve got to make a break for it," he said.

"Just don’t get him mad," Robbie cautioned.

Shane looked around the playground, then glanced back at Keith, who had taken a carefree stance on the park bench. "Try to keep him occupied."

They dropped from the monkey bars and walked toward the bench.

"I’ve got to go to the bathroom," Shane announced.

"You can hold it until we get home," Keith said and stood.

"We’re not ready to go home!" Robbie exclaimed.

"I can’t wait," Shane said over his shoulder, breaking into a run toward the nearby brick restroom building.

Behind him, he heard Robbie’s shrill voice implore his brother to just let him go.

Shane ducked around the corner of the building, then looked back. He felt a surge of excitement when he saw that Keith had taken a seat on the bench, and Robbie was doing his part to keep his brother distracted.

As fast as his 10-year-old legs could carry him, Shane raced for home.

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He was winded by the time he turned onto his street and made a beeline toward his front door. He stopped to fish out his home key, which he continued to wear on a string around his neck.

Before he got the key in the door, however, he felt an arm land on his shoulder. Fearing Keith had caught up with him, he turned reluctantly and then laughed happily when he stared up at Jon.

"Where have you been?" Jon asked. The big teenager, dressed in shorts, a sleeveless T-shirt and sandals, loomed over him.

"What...what do you mean?"

"I’ve been trying to contact your uncle," Jon said. "I wanted to see if he has any extra work for me. I haven’t seen him in days."

"Oh..." Shane said, stalling for time.

"And I haven’t seen you for days, for that matter," Jon said.

"He..he is out of town," Shane said. Unfortunately, he found it hard to think when he could not help staring at Jon’s bulging biceps and his prominent pecs beneath the form-fitting shirt.

"He left you here alone?" Jon asked, obviously doubtful.

Shane forced himself to laugh. "Of course not," he said. "I’m staying with my friend, Robbie. I... I just needed a few things from my uncle’s house."

"When’s he due back?" Jon asked. "I could really use some extra money."

Shane knew he needed to get back to the park. "I am sure he will be back tonight."

Jon smiled. "That’s good news. If you hear from him, could you ask him if he has any extra work for me?"

"No problem," Shane said.

"You’re a cool kid," Jon said. "Catch you later."

When the big teenager departed, Shane pushed his key into the door and opened it. Once inside the house, he tried to push aside the oppressive way the sheer scale of his own home caused his confidence to ebb. Everything looked absurdly big.

He pointedly ignored all the distractions and proceeded directly to his room. From his closet, he retrieved a gym bag and began to pack all the clothes he would need once back in his adult body. He held up a pair of his man-sized boxer shorts and marveled at them.

"They look huge," he said in his piping, boyish voice.

When, a few moments later he departed his home by the front door, he hesitated and looked around for Jon. Finding no sign of the teenager, he increased his grip on the handle of the gym bag and headed back toward the park.

Halfway there, however, he froze when he saw Robbie and his big brother walking toward him.

"So, there you are," Keith said, advancing on him.

Shane gaped and stood frozen as the 13-year-old boy grasped his free wrist. "What’s in the bag?"

Shane found his voice fled as he felt Shane’s grip tighten around his wrist.

"Never mind," he said. "We’re going home, and you runts are going to stay put until dad gets home."

Shane reacted then, and tried to pull free. "No! I’ve got to go back to the park, to the well!"

In the struggle, he dropped the gym bag. Robbie darted forward and took possession of the bag.

Managing to grab both of Shane’s wrists, the larger boy pulled the smaller boy’s arms over his head.

"Don’t make me hurt you," Keith warned.

Still desperate to get free, Shane twisted in Keith’s grip. Unable to wrest loose, he instead lashed out with his foot and kicked Keith’s left shin as hard as he could manage.

Keith spat out some curse words and socked him in the stomach.

Shane doubled over in pain, but felt Keith let go. Robbie ran to his side.

"I’m telling dad!" Robbie screamed.

"Tell him what you want," Keith said. "I’m over it. I’ll just tell him how the two of you disobeyed him and left the house."

Still trying to breathe, Shane’s eyes blurred from tears. With Robbie hovering next to him, he watched Keith’s blurry form stalk off.

He finally managed to grunt in pain as he got to his feet.

"Come on, Robbie," he said, taking back the gym bag. "We’ve got to get back to the park before he changes his mind."

They walked back to the park, not speaking. Nothing else intervened to keep them from walking to the wishing well. Robbie dug into his pockets and removed two dimes, sharing one of the coins with his friend.

With the wish made simply and without elaboration, Shane felt his body begin to change immediately. His bag in his hand, he ran for the nearby restroom facility.

Within five minutes, he left behind his boyish body as his body, as if released from restraints, expanded rapidly back to adult size.

In one of the stalls, which now afforded him very little room to maneuver, he stripped off his boy’s clothing. Some of the garments he wouldn’t be able to salvage. He reached into his bag and pulled out his adult clothing.

By the time he finished dressing, he became aware of the faint footsteps on the other side of the stall door. When he emerged, he found himself looking down at a suddenly shy and overwhelmed Robbie.

He laughed, nervously, and enjoyed the deep, masculine sound of his hearty laughter.

"What’s so funny?" Robbie piped up.

He needed a moment. Finally, he stretched and explained, "It’s just good to be back."

Robbie followed him over to the row of sinks and mirrors. Shane gazed at his reflection, lifted a hand and rubbed his face. "I think I need a shave," he said, feeling the roughness.

"Well, I don’t see what’s so great about that," Robbie said.

Shane stopped looking at himself, reassured that he was truly back to normal.

He walked out of the restroom and back into the park. He heard Robbie’s lighter footsteps following behind him.

He turned. "I guess you should head home, huh?"

"I thought maybe we could talk," Robbie said. "About next time. We’ll be going on a vacation at the end of the month. You could come with us. It would be so fun..."

Shane, to his dismay, found Robbie’s enthusiasm infectious. But, he shook his head. "I think maybe I better not become little Seamus again."

At least Robbie laughed at the resurrection of the ridiculous name. "But it would just be for a few days," he pleaded.

"It’s been fun, but I think it’s over," he said, trying to sound as soothing as possible.

Still, he sent a very dejected Robbie back to his home, alone. He watched him leave the park, and then made his way back to his own home, enjoying the large strides he could make in his adult body.

He almost reached the front door when he heard a familiar voice and smiled to find himself able to look down as he spoke to his teenaged neighbor.

"Hi, Jon."

"I’m glad to see you, Mr. McIntosh," Jon said.

The teenager looked much less imposing now. He remembered his earlier meeting with Jon.

"Oh, right...My nephew did mention you needed extra cash," Shane said.

"Yes," Jon admitted.

"Well, the yard’s growing so fast, I am sure it could use another trim," he said. "And how about washing and waxing my car?"

"That sounds great!"

Shane put his hand in his pocket for his house key, and remembered he had kept it tied around his neck.

"If you wait just a moment, how about a cash advance?"

Jon looked very pleased with that information, and the grin helped reinforce Shane’s perception of the big teenager as just the goofy kid from next door instead of some looming, muscular behemoth.

Jon, in his shorts and tight T-shirt, followed him into the house. Shane retrieved his wallet and counted out several twenty dollar bills.

"There you go," he said.

Jon accepted the money. "Thanks, Mr. McIntosh. I can do the lawn tomorrow morning. What about the car?"

"I’ll pull it out of the garage, and maybe you can do that tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sure!"

After the teenager left with his money, Shane took time to re-adjust to a home that no longer felt huge and ominous.

Plenty of reminders of his time as Robbie’s pint-sized friend remained.

He opened the drawer in his bedroom that held all the new boy-sized wardrobe he had purchased for himself.

After he rummaged through the items, he held a little boy’s pair of briefs in his hand and marveled that he had been able to wear them only hours ago.

The returning thoughts of being so small around men like Robbie’s father began to arouse him.

He felt himself stir, and increased his arousal by recalling the the humbling consequences to his manhood thanks to his wish-fueled regression.

He groped his rapidly hardening cock right through his pants. It felt good to find his adult package restored, but he could not chase off the memories of his ultra-sensitive little dick.

Except for his aborted jerk at the Williams’ home, he had a lot of pent-up frustration.

He soon surrendered to his mounting urges, removing all his clothes, even the boxers, and laying on his back in his king-sized bed as he worked his hard-on with his fist. He used his other hand to rub his pecs and his hard, silver dollar-sized, flattened nipples.

"Oh god," he groaned. "Oh...fuck!"

Images came back to him: Robbie’s dad, looking huge and masculine; Jon, transformed again from a typical teenager to a muscular youth looming over him; even the big, burly worker at the construction site at the park.

He yelled again as he came with unusual force. "FUCK!"

He shot a huge load over his chest and abs. He closed his eyes and listened as his breathing came back under control.

"Now that was..."

He didn’t get to finish because of a knock at the front door. He figured Jon had come back with some question and hoped the teenager would go away.

The knocking resumed, even louder and more urgently. Shane groaned and rolled off his bed. He ducked into his bathroom and cleaned off as much as possible.

On his way back through the bedroom, he grabbed a robe and wrapped it around his body.

The knocking continued.

"Hold on!" Shane called brusquely. At the door, he grabbed the handle and flung it open, only to come face to face with Robbie’s father.

Steve looked angry, and Shane tried to collect his thoughts.

"You must be Shane’s uncle," Steve said, pushing his way into the house without waiting for an invitation. "We need to talk."

 

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