Uneven Friends (Original)


By Killerwhale Zeus

Nothing else happened until the following Monday, but Chad

had noticed some small changes since that fateful evening. His pants

had all seemed a little looser around the waist. At the gym he had

been unable to lift his usual weights and had had to settle for

twenty kilos less. Also, Jake had seemed a little different. At

the football on Saturday, the usually meek player had suddenly found

a fiery streak. Sure, thought Chad, the guy was still terrible at

the game, but with his new confidence Jake had even managed to touch

the ball a few times. Also, Jake's demeanour had changed. He seemed ...

Chad wasn't quite sure of the word ... louder. And Chad was unsure

how to respond. In fact, he found himself agreeing with Jake

more and more often.

That Monday night, things were going along as usual. They

were both sitting there watching the telly, when Jake said, "Man,

I'm thirsty. Can you get me a drink, Chad?" It was a reasonable

request, and Chad was going to get a drink for himself at the next

ad-break anyway, but it was indicative of Jake's new demeanour. He

would never have asked Chad to get him a drink before. "Sure Jake,

next ad, okay?" Jake looked at him, "I could really use that drink

now, Chad."

Chad felt his anger rising. He was getting a little bit

annoyed at this new Jake. If the man wanted a drink so badly, he

could it himself. The fridge was only fucking twenty metres away!

Chad thought about starting an argument with Jake, but then

reason seemed to prevail. Why get Jake mad tonight? It would only

send them both off in a rage. Chad stood up and fetched the drink.

When he returned, Jake took the drink and said, "Thanks pal."

They sat there for the next half hour watching their show,

when Jake turned to Chad. "Look, I've got ten dollars. I want

to pay you for another go at the spell."

Chad was shocked. His initial reaction was to punch Jake

in the face, but instead he felt ... confusion. He realised he

did not want to make Jake angry, which was very strange. As for

the pathetic offer: Ten dollars was nothing! It was ... an insult.

But even as Chad opened his mouth to say so, he realised that he

was going to agree.

"Sure, Jake."

Chad was puzzled at his own behaviour. I mean, ten dollars

is better than nothing, he reasoned to himself. Ten dollars is

half a school book, almost a CD ... Jake stood up in front of him,

and stared down at Chad. Feeling guilty at keeping Jake waiting,

Chad hurriedly unzipped the man's pants and extracting the penis.

He did it a little too fast. "Careful." Said Jake with a frown.

Chad instantly felt chagrined. He placed the cock in his mouth

and preceded to suck on it long and hard. Chad felt bad that Jake

had had to caution him, and for some reason Chad wanted to make it

up to Jake.

"Ooh, that's good." Moaned Jake. The compliment made Chad's

chest swell up in pride and he redoubled his efforts to pleasure

Jake. Almost as an afterthought, Jake stuffed a ten dollar note

in Chad's shirt pocket. Soon after, Jake was ready to come. Except

this time rather than just "letting Chad have it", he grabbed Chad's

head and pushed it as far down on his cock as Chad's head could go.

Chad almost started to choke, and out of reflex tried to pull back,

but Jake would not let go. With a cry, Jake came with a force

he had never experienced. In that split second, Chad forgot about

his struggle and sucked harder.

When the spell was all over and the dizziness passed, Chad

could definitely feel the difference. He was ... smaller. His arms

were still large, but thinner, his shoulders weren't so broad, his

jaw not as square and his legs not as strong.

Jake, on the other hand, had torn a t-shirt soon after. He

had bent over to put down the spell book, and his t-shirt had just

torn along the seam. As Chad had watched, feeling weak and ... afraid

... Jake had looked at the tear and just smiled. First he flexed one

arm and then the other. The muscles were now about the same size as


Chad looked at the ten dollars stuffed in his shirt pocket

and suddenly realised his situation.

"Why the hell did you make me do that?" He yelled. Although

his voice had lost a lot of its bass, and it sounded more like a


"I didn't make you do anything, Chad." Said Jake, with what

sounded like contempt. "It was a fair trade ... money in exchange

for a little bit of your strength. You didn't have to do it."

Chad realised that was true, and yet, he felt that something

was wrong, "But ... but I didn't want to do it. You ... made me!"

Chad could feel tears welling up behind his eyes. This made him feel

even worse. He had not cried for years. He felt feeble and emotional.

"What have you done to me?"

Jake stopped flexing his muscles for a moment and looked at

his friend Chad, "Look, it's not my fault you can't handle the magic."

"It's got nothing to do with me!" By now Chad was starting

to feel hysterical. He could detect a lisp in his voice that was

not there yesterday.

Jake was starting to get annoyed, "Will you stop

complaining? You're becoming a real bore."

Chad felt like his face had been slapped. He had upset

Jake! He felt worthless. Chad knew he would not be able to hold back

the tears. Jake looked at him for a moment, and then his face

softened, "Come on Chad, don't worry, everything'll be alright. I

won't make you do this any more if you don't want."

Instantly Chad felt better. Jake was right, Chad said to

himself. If Jake said not to worry, then there was probably nothing

to worry about.

"Now, why don't you go get some sleep, we've got football

practice tomorrow, and I've got a feeling I'm going to do quite well."

Chad nodded. Jake was always right. •

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