Hmm, Wow That's Small
After several years of therapy, you can finally move on, you were bullied the entirety of middle and high school. Donovan Smith, the bastard bullied you relentlessly for almost a decade. Dirty blonde hair, 6'2, amber eyes, size 13 feet, a six-pack, basically 230 pounds of muscle, and nice toned skin from his father's Native American heritage. There were 2 reasons you did therapy: the first is the fact Donovan made you feel like your life meant nothing and two, he bullied you for being gay considering he was in the closet all the years and took your virginity. You're so fucked up because you've seen mostly disgusting acts from him but occasionally sensual acts of love from him.
You've just finished college; top on the dean's list and have a great job at a pharmaceutical company. You also created a very special chemical you've told no one about. A special chemical that subtracts anywhere from 50% to 71% of a man's fully erect penis size, with a 98% chance of success. That even has the side effect of a mass weight gain of 30% of one's total weight. And another side effect is a penis losing 30% of its total girth, with a 10% of occurring. After the closed clinical trial, you ran you concluded that 58% of men are affected by that side effect. Then the last side effect is acne breakouts for 35% of men. Why does this matter? It's time to get sweet revenge on Donovan. What does this have to do with Donovan? After sleeping with him through the entirety of high school you know the most priced things about his body. His muscles, perfect face, and giant girthy cock; 9 inches of length and 6 and a half inches of girth. If all goes well he'll gain almost 70 pounds of fat, will have a face riddled with severe acne, and his prized porn star cock will go from a monster to barely average to almost micro penis size and would lose significant girth as well.
You've been contemplating this for more than a year now, you heard from a few friends he's the same person and from others that he has changed. But you don't care. You want revenge. You created a special version of the chemical that boosts the chance of each side effect by 17% and guarantees a 68% to 72% loss of fully erect penis length.
You're only 5'9, have a completely average body, 5in penis, only 4 and a half inches of girth, size 10 and a half shoe, very pale skin, dark brunette hair, and green eyes. You're also 198 pounds, and no, it's not muscle. You came to the conclusion Donovan was sexually into you when you finished high school. Coming by and asking for sex consistently and finally giving up after you turned him down. After all these years you still don't know if he was actually into you or only wanted you because you were the only gay guy he knew of.
The plan is to meet him for coffee then, catch up then have sex at his place. After he's hooked back on you he'll be more comfortable. You'll invite him to your house and give him a drink with the chemical you created. Deep down you want that massive cock in you one more time. You also want to worship his big meaty feet and let his tongue fuck. After you have sex with him that one last time for real. You put the chemical in something he consumes at your place then watch the effects happen in real time during sex.
You shoot Donovan a text for the first time in 5 years, asking to meet for coffee, and he responds within an hour. With a "Yes, let's do it!" Three days have passed, and today will be the first time you see him in 5 years. You just got out of the shower; you grab an almond-colored towel and begin drying off head to toe. You put on a pair of blue ankle socks followed by dark green briefs. You decide to go with some tan cargo shirts, and a crimson red V-neck, and throw on your 14-karat gold rope chain. You hop into your navy blue jeep, when you arrive at the coffee shop Donovan was already there waiting. He was wearing a bright salmon pink polo shirt, with dark rustic jeans, and coffee bean-colored flip flops. It's an eye-catching look for sure, he knows you love his feet as well. When he sees you his eyes brighter up like a diamond in sunlight. He gets up and tries to hug you. You pull back, and he immediately stops.
"I'm sorry, I just really wanted to hug you, haven't seen you in so long, Michael," Donovan said.
"Not sure why you would try to hug me or give me such a nice looking considering we're not having sex". You said with a blank stare.
You both sat down at a round table in the corner beside a window.
"Um, I've been thinking about you, like a lot, I know you hate me. Shoving you in your locker hundreds of times, pissing on you in the locker room, beating the living crap out of you a few times, smearing dog shit on your laptop, and so much more shit. But I like you and want to have a friendship." Donovan said with a sincere look.
Your nerves began to blister with anger. He had the audacity to want a friendship after all these years of torture. Now you were certain, you were going to give him the chemical you created and ruin that perfect body.
"I um, it's been difficult being gay with religious parents, you know, I came out to them the night after graduation they threw me out to the curb. Was homeless for a good 18 months. Then got a stable job in fast food, now I'm an assistant manager there. Haven't seen them since. I'm not trying to justify how awful I was towards you, but I promise I won't ever hit you or get nasty towards you ever again."
You were conflicted now, you've always known he didn't have the best home life but didn't know any of these details. Your heart told you maybe try and make a friendship while your brain told you who gives a fuck give him a taste of his own medicine.
"You want any coffee, Michael? I'll pay for anything you want, it's on me." Donovan told you.