Stumbling to his feet, Bill stared up, through blurry eyes, at his brother and the newcomer. He rubbed his teary eyes with a fist, trying to glare at his brother, who was currently perched on a bike that wasn't his. His other had had darted to cover himself, especially from this tall stranger Budd had bought along, obviously to humiliate him. Looking down at Bill's tear-streaked face, Budd just smirked.
"Aw, poor little cry-baby!" he crooned, patting the handles of Bill's bike. "Don't worry, I bought you a friend to play with! You remember your big boy friend, Steven, right Bill?" Bill turned his attention to the stranger...and realised he wasn't strange at all. It was indeed Steven, his friend from college - now he seemed like a giant.
"Hey there, little guy," said Steven, chuckling. "Remember me?" Steven approached Bill, bending down to get a closer look. Bill backed away, backing into the fence and using both hands to cover himself. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, little guy..." Steven paused a short distance from Bill, studying him. His eyes alighted on the small birthmark on Bill's shoulder. "...dude, it really is him, isn't it?"
"Yep," said Budd simply, still smirking.
"He's...he's a fucking kid!" yelled Steven, his face splitting into a grin. Bill darted a look to the side, wondering if he could make a dash for freedom from this torment, but as he turned back Steven lunged at him and grabbed him beneath his armpits, lifting him into the air with ease.
"Hey!" Bill squeaked as his tiny body was hoisted skyward, his hands being forced away from his childish genitals, displaying them for the whole world to see. "Leggo!"
Steven swung little Bill through the air, whooping with delirious enthusiasm. "Look at you, man; you're a little kid!" Bill was dimly aware of Budd, still smirking, rushing past in the background as he squirmed in Steven's hands. He wanted Steven to let him go, but at the same time he realised he was scared of falling.
Steven finally stopped, his breathing slightly heavy. His grip on Bill was as strong as ever though, as he stared at his diminished friend, his eyes scanning his smooth, hairless body. Bill could only endure the humiliation, as Steven turned him at an unceremonious angle to inspect his smooth, round little ass and squirming feet."Dude..."
'Dude'; that seemed to be all Steven could say and, quite frankly, Hellen was getting sick of it.
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