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Chet was curious about what Joe's big secret was. He had never known Joe to hide anything before, but throughout the entire time that Chet spent finishing up, washing his hands, and even walking back to Joe's apartment, Chet's huge, brawny pal would not give up so much as a hint.

Chet knew Joe enough that he doubted it was anything bad, but the suspense was killing him all the same. As soon as they were through the door into Joe's apartment Chet was ready to get answers one way or the other. "Ok. So what's the big secret!?" Chet pleaded.

"Drinks first, secret after." Joe said. "It's a big night, after all." The bear added cryptically. Joe was chuckling to himself at his own joke, but Chet had no idea what was supposed to be so funny.

"Whatever. Got any good beer in there or are you still stocking that shitty-ass Coors crap." Chet responded with an exasperated sigh.

"Nah. I was gonna mix something up. I told you I was training to be a bartender, right?" Joe said as he started pulling various bottles out from the cupboard above the oven and set them out on the countertop. Joe began pouring a little bit of this and a lot of that and some of this. His motions seemed pretty haphazard to Chet, but Chet just shrugged it off. Joe seemed to be enjoying himself so Chet figured he could afford to humor the guy.

"Right. Here you are." Joe said excitedly as he handed the small glass to Chet.

Chet cocked an eyebrow skeptically but accepted the glass. "You sure you don't want the first glass?" Chet asked.

"Nah. You're my guest after all, and it's not like I can't just make another. Go ahead. I want to know what you think." Joe replied. His voice and expression seemed overly excited, almost urgent, but Chet shrugged it off.

"Well, alright." Chet said. He tilted the glass back and downed almost half the glass in one swig. He immediately wished he hadn't. "Jesus Christ!" Chet sputtered between coughs. "What did you put in that shit!?"

"Vodka mostly. I didn't know you were such a lightweight." Joe replied with a chuckle.

"That is not vodka. It tastes like rotten cranberries and turpentine." Chet grumbled. He gagged a bit as he tried to cleanse the taste from his mouth. "I've had fucking cough syrup that was better than that."

"Don't sugar coat it." Joe replied casually. He was taking the jabs in stride and in fact was grinning from ear to ear.

Chet coughed again and then noticed Joe's expression. "What? Was this a joke?" Chet asked incredulously. Chet had never known Joe to prank anyone before, but there was a first time for everything he supposed. It was then that Chet noticed something else that was odd. Joe was fixated directly on Chet's cock. This too was uncharacteristic of Joe. Joe was the one person that never seemed to care about Chet's small size which was part of the reason that Chet liked to hang out with him.

Chet was just about to say something cutting and snide when he felt something odd down below. His breath caught in his throat and his jaw dropped at what he saw. His dick... it was growing!

"What did you do...?" Chet asked breathlessly.

"I did some research." Joe excitedly rambled on. "You said it was magic that did that to you so I thought maybe there was magic to undo it to you."

Chet looked back up at his friend and could do nothing but stand there and stare in stunned silence. He had never wanted to kiss a guy as much as he did now. It was true that he had told Joe it was magic, but Chet had never expected the bear to believe him. Chet wouldn't even have believed it if he had not seen it happen in front of his very eyes.

It had happened a few weeks ago after yet another round of passionate sex. Chet had found himself resting with his head against his pal's burly chest as they watched movies when Joe had interrupted the movie with an uncharacteristically nosey question.

"So... if you don't feel comfortable answering by all means don't, but..." Joe began uncertainly. "What happened to you? I mean. To your dick. I saw you once before and it was... ok it was a little on the small side, no offense, but it was still pretty normal, and now it's... well..."

"It's a pathetic little tic-tac." Chet responded spitefully.

"No! I didn't mean it like that. I was just gonna ask... How did it happen? I've never seen a dude's dick shrink like that." Joe explained in a desperate attempt to smooth over any feathers he may have ruffled. "I mean... I work out a lot. I'm pretty close with a lot of the big gainers on campus. I've seen what steroids can do to a guy. Whatever happened to you was not steroids."

"You're right there. I have not taken any steroids." Chet muttered grumpily. Joe silently stared at Chet as if waiting for some explanation, but none were forthcoming.

Joe was too ashamed of himself for asking such a personal question and too worried about further hurting his pal's feelings to try pushing the subject any further. The two friends sat back in the couch, each one on their mutually exclusive side of the chair.

They watched the movie in silence for what felt like hours until Chet finally broke the silence. "Magic." He said flatly.

"What?" Joe sputtered. He could not figure out what his equine pal was referring to.

"My dick." Chet said flatly. "It was magic."

"I..." Joe began to say something, but he quickly fell silent. After a few minutes of silently mulling it over Joe attempted to say something else. "You're... you're not joking are you? You really believe that?"

"I know it." Chet said spitefully. "I watched it happen. Do you know who I am?" Chet asked. Joe could actually see the rage building up inside his friend.

"Do you know who I was!?" Chet asked angrily.

"You're Chet... um... what else? A student? You used to play football, right?" Joe asked. Chet merely nodded. "Um... what else? You're my friend. That's something, isn't it?"

"Before that." Chet said flatly. His rage was boiling just below the surface. "Before that I was a legend. I was Chet fucking Willis. Best fuck and biggest cock in the entire goddamn state." He fumed.

Joe's mouth hung open. He had heard the stories, but he had never made the connection until now. The quiet, kind of forlorn dude that Joe had taken under his wing was the legendary ladies' man? If the stories were even halfway true, Chet had bedded everyone girl who was above a 9 in the span of two months. The stallion they had said had over a foot of solid cock now only had less than an inch.

"If it was magic... maybe magic can undue it? Magic must defeat magic. Isn't that how the saying goes?" Joe said. He was trying to be reassuring, but not even he was buying that line and it showed through in his voice and on his face.

"Think I didn't think of that!?" Chet spat testily. "Let me just open my goddamn fuckin' grimoire I just happen to have laying around. Let me just google 'real fucking magic to make my dick not a total disgrace'."

"I... I'm sorry." Joe replied sullenly. "I shouldn't have said anything..."

Chet's anger began to subside when he noticed just how hard Joe was taking it all. The big teddy bear was putting all the blame on himself and beating himself up for Chet's outburst. "Man, it's fine. It's ok." Chet said apologetically. "It's not your fault. There's nothing you could have done about. It's just... I used to be someone, but now I'm just... well, look at me." Chet said gesturing to his exposed body especially his cock.

"You're someone to me." Joe replied.

"One person. That's real swell." Chet replied snarkily.

As Chet watched his cock swelling before his eyes he realized that Joe must have made it his mission to find a cure. He must have spent every spare moment over the past month doing nothing but searching for some way to help Chet out. Chet was grateful, but more importantly he was hung.

Chet quickly power-slammed the other half of the putrid beverage and stared at his dick in manic glee as it continued to grow. It was already over five inches and still growing rapidly. In a matter of moments it had ballooned to the size of a can of shaving cream, and still it kept growing. Soon it even rivaled Joe's huge cock for sheer size.

Chet's growth finally stopped when his dick reached just over thirteen inches fully hard. The huge, rigid tool reached up past his belly button and pressed against his upper row of abs. the enormous shaft was as thick around as a thermos. His massive dick was topped off with two, huge low hanging balls that were each one the size of a jumbo chicken egg.

"Fuck yes! The legend is back, bitches!" Chet shouted triumphantly. He suddenly turned to leave.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Joe asked. He was understandably baffled by his friend's sudden departure.

"Where do you think? It's Friday night and I'm a stud!" Chet shouted ecstatically. "I'm gonna get laid! And then I'm gonna get drunk! And then I'm gonna get laid some more!"

"Oh... you could stay here and do that... if you want." Joe muttered awkwardly.

"Hah. You'd like that, fag." Chet scoffed as he walked out the door. Chet had a brief moment of guilt as soon as he left the apartment, but he didn't let it stop him.

Joe was devastated and heartbroken, but Chet didn't even see it. If he had, he might have just stopped where he was and spent the night in with Joe. Chet knew he shouldn't have said what he did, but he was too excited to really reign in his outburst. Part of him wanted to go back in and try and smooth things over, but he quickly tried to shove the notion from his mind. He was a stud again. He would have girls throwing themselves at him nonstop just like the good old days. He didn't need Joe anymore... at least that is what he kept telling himself.

Chet quickly set off in search of the nearest kegger. It didn't take him long to find one either. Chet still remembered where all the hot-spots were. It seemed not a lot changed in the party world over the last few months.

Chet strode into a nearby frat house as if he owned the place. Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at the nude, hung stallion. Chet had never felt so alive. He felt so powerful and virile. The past few months he had spent building up his muscles were a welcome addition to his legendary visage. Chet felt bigger and stronger than ever before. He even felt taller than he remembered, but he chalked that up to posture. This was the first time he was able to enter a room with his head held high in months.

"Ladies." Chet said cockily. He placed his hands on his hips and jutted his hips forward to really flaunt how huge his cock was. The girls in the party flocked to him. Nobody seemed to be freaked out by the fact that he was naked. He figured a lot of that could be the fact that his old curse was still active, but he no longer had anything to be ashamed of so that curse was officially dead to him. Now he got to enjoy the nudist life and all the perks that came with it.

"Gather round, bitches. Feast your eyes on the biggest cock you'll ever see!" Chet boasted loudly. Already girls were fishing out the cellphones to get a picture of the legendary tool. Chet couldn't help but smile and ham it up. Just this morning those phones would have added even more humiliation to his already miserable existence, but now he was lapping up the attention; he was feeding on it. He wanted everyone to see his massive dick; he wanted them all to photograph it, to film it, to spread it around the net like wildfire. He was back and better than ever, and he never wanted anyone to think otherwise.

"Shit. Can I touch it?" A very horny and slightly drunk looking orange tabby asked.

Chet cocked an eyebrow and flashed her a smug smirk. "Why stop there?" He asked cockily. "You can get your picture taken with it if you want. Hell. All you of you can." He added turning to address the entire party.

Girls from all over the frat house started staggering towards him and his massive exposed cock like a horde of undead descending on a poor, lone survivor in a horror flick, but Chet was far from being terrified of their advance. He could hardly wait until they started feeling up and fawning over his cock just like they were supposed to. He was so caught up in the rush of pride and excitement that he couldn't even remember what it was like to be a micro-dicked loser.

Chet was vaguely aware of all the jocks and frat bros gathering around the walls of the large open front room. None of them seemed pleased that their dates, or at least the girls they were trying to court, had suddenly lost all interest in them. Chet didn't give a shit, though. He knew he was better than them. If they wanted to have a chance with any of these chicks, they better find a way to grow their dick a little larger so they can even hope to be a rival for the legendary Chet Willis.

The orange tabby knelt down in front of Chet and turned towards her friend. The cat flashed a cheesy peace sign and waited for the tell-tale snap and flash that would indicate that her proximity to the enormous cock had been preserved for posterity. The tabby's friend and a couple of the other girls gathered nearby checked the clarity of the image.

The feline didn't wait to hear about how well the picture had turned out. She turned and gazed lustily up at Chet as she maneuvered into position. She began to wrap her lips around the tip of Chet's gigantic dick all while never once letting her eyes leave Chet's own.

Chet moaned in ecstasy. It had been far, far too long since he had had a mouth around his dick. His eyes rolled back as he felt her try and take more and more of it into her mouth. She managed to get her lips around the head, but the rest of it wasn't going anywhere. Chet's huge cock was simply too big for her to take. Chet's lascivious grin gave way to a prideful sneer.

"Too much cock for ya, isn't it?" He asked. His tone of voice was every bit as haughty as his sneer. He was brimming with pride. It was hard to believe that just this morning his dick was so tiny that it could literally slip right inside of another man's piss slit, but here this girl was unable to even get it into her mouth. It was clear he was back on his throne right where he belonged.

"Move!" a black furred cat said. She had been the one who had snapped the tabby's photo just moments before.

"I'm busy." The orange tabby sassed back. "Besides, I saw him first."

"You did not!" The black furred girl responded indignantly. "We both saw him when he walked in. We already agreed that I'd take your picture and then you'd swap places."

"Ladies, Ladies. There's more than enough of me for all of you." Chet said with a smug chuckle. "Go on. Let your friend have a turn. I'll still be here when you get back." Chet added as he shot a seductive wink towards the tabby.

The tabby turned towards her friend. "Fine. But be quick about it." She said testily.

The black furred feline got into position and struck the exact same pose as her friend had just moments before. Another telltale flash and click signaled that another record of Chet's enormous cock had been preserved for the internet's viewing pleasure. Chet grinned smugly as he thought about what kinds of comments he'd be getting now. No longer would people make fun of his puny little baby dick. Now they would have no choice but to worship it, to gawk it its sheer size, to realize how pitiful their own dicks when compared to his glory.

The tabby glanced at the photo and chuckled. Chet immediately tensed up. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. A sense of dread welled up inside of him. Why was she laughing? She couldn't be laughing at him could she? There was no way that could be true. Chet refused to believe it. He had to just still be jumpy from the months he spent as the school laughing stock. He was a stud now. He had no reason to be afraid.

Chet's mental pep talk was quickly derailed by what she said next. "Hey, Kim. Your fat head even makes this dude's dick look smaller." The tabby said with a laugh.

"What!? Give me that!" The black cat whose name was apparently Kim hissed.

Chet's blood ran cold. Sure, Kim was a little heavier than the tabby, but they were pretty similar in terms of height and build. Kim's face was just a little rounder. She was hardly what Chet would call fat, and her head really wasn't bigger than the blonde's.

"Let me see that." Chet demanded flatly. He got up from the couch, shaking off the group of fawning fangirls that had been clinging to him as he did so.

The tabby gave Chet an incredulous glance, but gave it to him anyway. Chet stared at the picture on the phone screen. The tabby was kneeling next to him and striking a pose next to his huge cock. His dick looked phenomenal. It was as thick around as her arm and as tall as her head. Chet could feel the pride welling up inside of him, but then he flipped to the next slide.

His heart sunk. There was no denying it. His dick was smaller in the second picture. He was still hung like a horse, but it looked like he had lost a solid inch of length at least. He didn't want to believe it. He had finally gotten his size back. He was finally the stud he was always meant to be. He can't lose it now. Not after all he had been through over the past few months. He couldn't go back to that. He refused to go back to that.

Chet could feel the terror welling up inside of him as he flipped back and forth between the slides. The two cats looked identical. Their height was the same; their weight was the same. The only thing showing that they were different girls was that one had black fur and one had orange. He stared at the orange tabby picture again. His dick was definitely bigger. The second he hit the next button, the girl's fur turned black and his dick lurched down in size. It not only got shorter but thinner as well.

Chet's gut wrenched as he flipped back and forth. He felt like he could throw up. He scrolled back. Orange tabby, bigger dick. He flipped forward. Black cat, smaller dick. He flipped back and forth and forth and back. Orange, big. Black, small. Black, small. Orange, big. He wanted to scream. His gut lurched in terror and his cock lurched for joy.

Chet could feel the terror and shame welling up inside of him even more. He knew this feeling. He had hoped he'd seen the last of the curse, but his dribbling cock made it abundantly clear that it was here to stay.

"Hehe. I don't see why everyone's saying you're such a big guy." Came the voice of one of the frat bros. Chet knew he recognized that voice from somewhere but where?

Chet looked up and came face to face with someone he really wished not to have run into. Chet knew that shit-eating grin and tussled, brown fur anywhere. Chet tried to back out of the room as quickly as he could, but he soon found himself backing up against a pair of rather burly college dudes. Chet recognized both of them immediately. They had played with him on the football team.

"What's this? Leaving so soon?" Dylan asked. The shit-eating grin not faltering from his face for even a second. His eyes glanced down at Chet's cock. Dylan's grin grew even wider and turned into a sneer. "You've got everyone so hyped up to see the biggest cock ever, but you're going around flaunting that!?" Dylan asked with mocking incredulity.

Chet didn't dare look down. He felt suddenly weak and afraid. He just wanted to get out of there and hide, but everywhere he looked were more and more jocks and frat bros gathering around him. They had descended upon him like a pack of hungry wolves. He no longer had the huge cock or the raw sexual authority that came with it. These jilted jocks were ready to step up and reclaim their women and their pride.

"I think I should be going." Chet uttered meekly. His dick gave a lurch of approval. He knew he was flaking out. He knew he was already admitting defeat. The thought that just minutes ago he was the undisputed king of this party and now he was trying to sneak out with his tail between his legs was humiliating, but Chet knew that the shame he felt now was nothing compared to what Dylan had in mind.

"Oh, no no no." Dylan replied mockingly. "You've come into our turf and done nothing but shout about that cock of yours since you got here. There's no point being bashful about it now." Dylan sneered. It was then that Chet realized just what it was that had Dylan so pissed off. Dylan was an asshole, but he pretty much liked to limit his taunting to low level derision. Tonight he was out for blood. The insignia on his shirt said it all. This wasn't just a frat party; this was Dylan's frat party. It was his house, his rules, and so he took Chet's showboating as a personal insult.

Dylan undid his belt buckle and effortlessly stepped out of his jeans. Dylan was a pretty buff guy, but he could stand to stop skipping leg day so often. He quickly kicked off his boxers to reveal a sight that Chet was well acquainted with by now. Dylan's slightly chubbed eight inches flopped out for Chet to see. "Come on." Dylan said mockingly. "You think you're a bigger man than me? Let's prove it."

Dylan was stroking his cock as it steadily hardened before Chet's eyes. The tool was staggeringly thick even for its impressive size. Chet did not want to pull his eyes away both because he was fascinated by its size and because he didn't want to look down at his own dick which was shuddering with anticipation.

Chet wanted to clench his eyes shut as Dylan stepped right in front of him. Dylan was so close that Chet could actually feel the wolf's breath on his face and smell the alcohol that came with it. Dylan angled his fully boned cock forward so that the tip of it now touched Chet's own. Chet felt what seemed like an electric shock run down the length of his dick. He stared on silently as Dylan made a show of who was the bigger man.

"Seems mine's bigger. You hear that boys?" Dylan said triumphantly. The other bros at the party cheered and even some of the girls too. The girls who had just been fighting with each other over who would have a chance to pose with Chet's tool were now glaring at Chet with obvious disdain.

Chet's dick wasn't that much shorter than Dylan's but it was far thinner. Chet's dick still had to be over seven inches which was pretty big by most accounts, but it was nowhere near his former glory. Still... it was surprising that the frat bros were ganging up on him so quickly considering Chet had to still outclass most of them. Did they know that he was shrinking? How could they not know it? Chet had had over a foot of solid salami not five minutes before, but somehow nobody seemed to think anything of it.

Dylan let out a sharp whistle and he nodded for one of the other guys to come up next to him. The new guy, a hound, already had his dick sticking out the front of his jeans and was furiously pounding away in an effort to get it harder. Chet already knew where this was going, and he did not like it.

"Mark here is a little on the average side, but we still like him. Don't we girls?" the girls cheered for the new arrival. Chet could definitely see why the girls would like him. Mark was big, buff bloodhound, but if what Dylan was saying was true he wasn't particularly hung... then again, neither was Chet.

Mark reached down and fished his nuts out of his boxers so that his entire package was now flying free. He too stepped forward and pressed his dick right up against Chet's. Mark's dick was just slightly longer than Chet's own, but it was quite a bit thicker. That seemed to be a recurring theme for the night.

"What's wrong? It's not that cold in here." Dylan asked mockingly. Chet couldn't respond. He could only stand there in panicked silence as he stared at his cock. He could actually see it ever so slowly withering away before his very eyes. Mark's thick dick continued to press against Chet's own giving the once hung stud a guidepost against which to measure his slow and steady descent.

A series of titters to his left broke Chet's trance. He looked over to see a group of girls giggling amongst themselves as. They stared intently at the viewscreen of the HD camcorder that the middle girl was holding.

"Did it really just?" The first girl asked.

"I think it did!" The second one said.

"There's no doubt about it!" The middle girl said. "It's actually shrinking." All three of them began to cackle at this.

"Heh. I dunno what you did to make your dick grow like that, but it looks like it's midnight for you, Cinderella. Time to go back to being that pathetic baby-dicked loser we all know you to be." Dylan said menacingly. He then turned towards the three girls and said. "You. Be sure you get this all on camera. Don't let him try and flake out. I want to be able to watch this cocky little shit shrink away to nothing over and over again."

Chet moaned loudly. His cock gave a hard lurch and a sizable spray of jizz erupted from the tip. He had been hovering close to creaming for a while now, but somehow knowing that they were filming him as he shrunk was too much shame for him to bear. Pictures of his dick and videos of his tiny little cocklet were one thing, but to know that there would be a video of his pecker floating the web that showed his rapid downfall in vivid, high definition was just too much. Just the thought of it made Chet's skin crawl and his cock lurch.

The entire room erupted into a cacophony of laughter upon seeing Chet cream himself again and again. Each shot was slightly smaller as his dick continued to dwindle. Chet could feel the tears sting his eyes, but he fought them back. He kept telling himself it will be over soon enough. He just had to tough through it.

Chet could feel himself slipping back into despair. He hated the way this night was going. He had finally reclaimed his former glory only to have it so cruelly taken from him. Not only was his dick once again shrinking, but the offended frat bros were ready to make sure that his descent would be even more humiliating than last time. Chet's eyes frantically searched the crowd for any signs of sympathy, but there were none. He knew better than to try and fight back. He may be strong, but he couldn't take this many people at once, and the intense arousal from his growing humiliation was making him feel even weaker.

He wished he had a friend or anyone who he could call on, but the only friend he had was nowhere to be seen. Chet didn't blame him either. Now that Chet could look back on the events of tonight he could see for himself how awful he had been. He was so excited to be back to his old self that he had ridden roughshod over his only friend's feelings. Chet could feel his shame and arousal growing as he thought back to Joe. Joe had seemed genuinely heartbroken when Chet had stormed out on him.

Chet knew he was a terrible friend. He was more ashamed at the shitty way he had treated Joe than he was about his shrinking cock and the jeers from the frat party. Chet tried to rationalize what had come over him. He was so excited to have his big dick back, but that really wasn't a good excuse especially considering that it was only thanks to Joe that Chet's cock had grown back in the first place. Chet hadn't bothered with so much as a thank you. Instead he hurled insults at his best friend and slammed the door in Joe's face.

It was then that Chet realized something. Joe knew how to reverse the shrinking if even for a few minutes. Chet just needed to go back and get Joe to help him get more of whatever it was that had made him grow. Chet would gladly take a shot of that hideous liquid every hour on the hour for the rest of his life if he knew it would make him the stud he was always meant to be.

Dylan let out another sharp whistle which snapped Chet out of his quiet contemplation. Chet steeled his resolve and braced himself for another round of humiliation, but this time he was prepared. All he had to do was suffer through this spectacle and then go find Joe. Once that happened, Chet could get the potion and return to his rightful state.

Dylan nodded for another guy to come forward. Chet knew the rhino well; he was the wide receiver on the football team named Jaimie. Chet had shared the lockers with him on numerous occasions and so he was well aware of Jaimie's shortcomings. Chet had no reason to doubt that by the time the dude got close enough to compare sizes Chet's dick would be even shorter than the rhino's own.

That wasn't what caught Chet's attention though. Jaimie seemed bigger than Chet remembered, and it wasn't just muscles. Jaime had always been a few inches shorter than Chet, but now Jaimie was the taller of the two. It wasn't by much, maybe an inch or two, but it was enough to alert Chet to the fact that there was something very wrong.

Chet's eyes shot downward towards the new arrival's feet. He was hoping that Jaimie was wearing very thick soled shoes or something of that sort that would account for his added height, but Jaimie was only wearing a pair of flimsy, thin soled sandals. At most they added an inch. There was no way they accounted for the new size disparity.

Jaimie pulled out his slightly sub-par dick and began to compare it to Chet's own. Chet was not at all surprised to see that Jaimie had him beat for length and width. Chet's own cock had shrunken down to the three inch mark and was still dwindling fast.

"Enough of this." Dylan said suddenly. "He's too small to even be worth comparing. Get those cameras ready. I want to watch him shrink." Dylan added. His voice was dripping with sadistic glee. Dylan knew full well how small Chet's dick normally was and he couldn't wait to see it return to its normal state. Dylan actually found himself wishing he had cut the little pageant even shorter so he could have an even longer video of the former stud's shrinkage.

Chet stood there and didn't even try to cover his junk. He was far beyond even trying at this point. It had become such a habit of his to let everyone get a good long look, and there was a part in the back of his mind that was enjoying the whole event. He practically trembled with glee and shame. A feeling that was all too familiar build up inside him as the crowd drew ever closer. They were no longer pointing and laughing and had begun to watch his dick shrink and slim with an almost scholarly fascination. There were some that had even begun to take bets on how small it would get, and even a few of the guys were starting to look upon Chet with actual pity. Those looks stung worse than the rest. These guys who had until just a minute ago wanted to rip Chet's throat out for crashing their party were now wishing there was some way they could help him.

Dylan had no such sympathy. He stared on with manic glee as Chet's cock dipped below the two inch mark. It was soon shorter and slimmer than a triple A battery, and still it kept shrinking. Dylan cackled menacingly as he squeezed into the frame beside Chet's tiny dick. He waved for the camera to prove that it was no trick done in post-production editing; this was all real and all being filmed live.

Dylan held up his pinky finger and waggled it for the camera excitedly. Chet knew exactly what the frat dude had in mind. Just as Chet suspected, Dylan placed his pinky right up beside Chet's miniature boner. By this point Chet's dick had dipped below the one inch mark and was skinny as a prong on a power cable.

The camera zoomed in and focused intently on Chet's dick and Dylan's forefinger as Chet's cock continued to dwindle. Down and down it went shrinking past ¾ inch, then to half an inch before finally coming to a stop. By then Chet's dick was shorter than even the uppermost segment of the frat bro's pinky finger and far, far thinner. Chet quite literally had a needle dick.

Dylan's triumphant cackle split the still air. Everyone in the room had been holding their breaths as they watched in shock and awe as Chet's cock had shrunk away to nearly nothing. For most of them, they had long since reached the point where they were no longer taking perverse glee in the former stud's downfall and were now regarding Chet with silent pity. Dylan was the only one to be truly reveling in Chet's new size.

"That's better. That's how it should be." Dylan said with a sneer. "You come into my house, try to take my girls with that fake cock. We all know what you're really packing so don't even try to play like you're better than me."

Chet silently shuddered with shame and rage, but he made no effort to fight back. He knew it was pointless. There was nothing he could do until he got back to Joe's place. He just needed to tough it out until Dylan finished his little tirade, but there was no telling how much longer that would be.

Dylan reached down and pressed his pointer finger against Chet's dick. Chet's entire package, cock and balls, was eclipsed by the dude's forefinger. Chet inhaled sharply at the touch. "You like that?" Dylan asked spitefully as he began to rub his finger into Chet's fully boned micro-cock. "I do this with the ladies. It drives 'em wild when I stroke their clit. That's what you've got, you know. It's not even a dick anymore." Dylan growled as he rubbed Chet's shuddering cock.

Jaimie had had enough. He and Chet had had their differences in the past and on some level Jaimie had enjoyed watching the once arrogant jock get taken down a peg, but this was too much. "Dude, what the fuck!?" He asked as he grabbed Dylan's shoulder.

"I'm just teaching him a lesson." Dylan snarled.

"What lesson is that? That's you're a total asshole? I think all of us know that by now." Jaimie retorted defiantly.

Dylan was about to make another snarled comeback, but as he looked around the room he realized that it was true. All eyes were on him and not Chet. Even the once zealous gaggle of girls who had been so intent in watching Chet's shrinkage had put their cameras away. The atmosphere in the room was now so awkward that you could cut the tension with a knife.

"Tch." Dylan snarled. "Fine. Get out of here. I'm done with you anyway. Go make out with your boyfriend for all I care." Dylan gave a flippant wave of his hand to dismiss Chet. Dylan didn't even bother to turn around and look Chet in the eyes as he dismissed him.

Chet silently walked out of the room with his head held high. His stoic expression was merely an act though. Inside he was still reeling from the abuse he had received at the hands of the jilted wolf. Chet's thoughts were a mess. He was without a doubt grateful for Jaimie for stepping up in his defense, but he silently hated himself for not being able to do anything himself. He had felt so powerless the entire time. He couldn't even bring himself to speak up in his defense. He hated how weak and pathetic he had become. He hated how he had to rely on others to save him.

That would all change though. He would learn how to get more of that foul juice that Joe had given him and then Chet could reclaim his rightful place. He wouldn't need anyone to cover for him or save his ass after that. It was with that thought in mind that he strode through the dimly lit campus towards Joe's apartment. The few people he passed all gave him incredulous glances or made a few snide comments to their friends about his dick, but Chet tuned them all out. He was on a mission, and as soon as he succeeded he'd never have to hear those taunts again.

Chet tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, but he could feel another emotion welling up inside him as he got closer and closer to Joe's place. There was a certain apprehension that was settling in over him, but he tried to ignore it. He just kept reminding himself that once he got his dick back everything would be fine, but by the time he got to Joe's door, the trepidation was almost crippling. Chet's heart was pounding hard in his chest.

Chet reached up was just about to knock on the door, but right before his knuckles could make contact with the wood he balked. He tried to shake away his fears and whatever else was holding him back. All he had to do was go in there and get the potion and the information from Joe. There was no reason for him to be afraid. Joe was his friend, right?

Chet's gut lurched at the thought. Chet had been absolutely shitty to Joe earlier today. Could he even still consider himself Joe's friend? Chet was feeling so disgusted with his own actions that he could scarcely think of anything else. He hardly even noticed the other people who were in the hallway with him. There were a few guys who had stepped out into the open air to smoke and chat. Both of them were glancing Chet's way and laughing. They weren't even trying to hide what they were so amused by. One guy held his thumb and forefinger close together and then steadily brought them together until his fingers were touching which elicited another round of even more raucous laughter from his pal, but Chet was too focused on how he'd deal with Joe to care.

Chet took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pounded on the door. He stood there in silence for a moment as his mind went to war with itself. Part of him wanted to run away and never return, but he kept reminding himself that this was a necessary step in returning to his rightful state. That was why he was here after all; wasn't it? The longer Chet waited the more he kept thinking of how awful he had been to Joe. A voice in the back of his mind continued to mock and heckle him. He didn't deserve his cock back; it had said. If Chet was so willing to throw his one friend under the bus what reason did he have to believe that Joe would help him?

Chet knew the answer and it just made him feel sicker. Joe was just too nice of a guy to abandon Chet in his time of need. Joe had already proven he was willing to go to the ends of the earth to help out a friend. Even if Joe no longer considered them friends, Chet knew the huge, buff bear would still bend over backwards to help him out.

The lock clicked loudly, and the door opened a second after that. Chet looked up expectantly, but stumbled back in shock and awe at what he saw. Joe seemed even more massive than before. Chet tried to rationalize it. It had to be a trick of his mind, and an effect of his posture. Chet wasn't standing nearly as tall as he had been back when he was hung. What really had Chet reeling was Joe's eyes. Joe's eyes were red and puffy. Had he been crying? Chet wanted to ask, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He was afraid of what the answer might be.

"I need more." Chet said suddenly. He decided to just cut to the chase and hopefully avoid any problems. As far as Chet was concerned he had no right to call Joe a friend anymore so the quicker he got in, got what he needed and got out, the better it'd be for both of them.

"What happened to you?" Joe asked. His jaw hung open as he looked down upon Chet in shock.

"The potion or whatever you gave me ran out." Chet explained hurriedly. "C'mon. I need more." Chet fidgeted awkwardly. He couldn't bring himself to look Joe in the eye as they spoke.

"Did the potion do that?" Joe asked breathlessly. "Oh man... I'm so sorry. Hurry up. Come in."

Chet was too confused to argue. Once Joe had stepped out of the way, Chet stepped into the familiar apartment. As soon as the door shut behind him, Chet let out a sigh of relief. Something about the familiar setting went a long way towards soothing his nerves. He had spent so much time here that it felt more like home than his own little dorm room. He never felt awkward or uncomfortable here... that was before tonight, at least.

"Is there more of the stuff? Where can I get more?" Chet rattled on. He quickly shoved the thoughts he had been having about anything other than the potion to the back of his mind. He didn't need any more distractions.

"I... only gave you a third of the bottle." Joe explained. "There's more, and I know where to get some more after that, but..."

"But?" Chet asked. "You're not going to give it to me?" Chet could feel a pit forming in his stomach. Had he really hurt Joe's feelings that badly?

"I don't know if I should... Look what just one dose did to you." Joe said nervously.

"Yeah! One dose made me me again for a whole hour!" Chet pleaded.

"But after that?" Joe asked.

"After that I shrunk back down to my old, cursed self." Chet grumbled.

"It's worse than that." Joe said apologetically.

Chet felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Worse how? What was he talking about?

"... how tall would you say you are?" Joe asked cryptically.

"6'3." Chet said flatly.

"Which would put you about..." Joe raised his hand and held his palm parallel to the ground. His flattened hand was a few inches above Chet's head. Chet furrowed his brow and tried to comprehend what Joe was implying, but already he could feel the terror welling up inside of him. Chet knew full well what Joe was saying. He had seen it happen himself at the party, but Chet had been lying to himself and making excuses. Jaimie shouldn't be taller than him. Chet knew this, but he somehow put it all out of his mind and focused on getting his dick back. Chet's jaw slackened and hung open as he took stock of Joe's size as if for the first time. Chet was supposed to be only five inches shorter than the hulking, beefcake.

"It's worse than that..." Joe said. He then raised his arm to his side and showcased his huge, flexed bicep. Chet was confused, but he ended up mimicking the maneuver more out of habit than anything else. They had compared their muscles on many occasions in the past. Chet had been using Joe as a guidepost to track his own gains. Chet's gut lurched as he took stock of his bicep for the first time that evening. He quickly looked over the rest of his body. Chet was buff alright, but nowhere near where he knew he should be. He looked like he had the day he had been cursed. He had lost almost three months of dedicated gym work in a single hour.

Chet could feel the terror welling up inside of him. He stood to lose a lot more than he had originally thought. "Give me the potion." Chet said frantically.

"What? Why?" Joe sputtered.

"I felt it when I took it the first time. It'll help me grow back. I need it more than ever now." Chet pleaded frantically. He knew he had been taller under the effects of the mysterious potion, but he had chalked it up to posture. He knew better now. It was now more than ever his only chance at a normal life.

"I... I think this is a bad idea..." Joe said, but he turned and began fishing things out of the cabinet. Joe then returned with a small vial of red liquid which was well over half full.

"I only gave you one dose." Joe explained. "There's enough for two more in here."

Chet hastily grabbed for the bottle, but Joe was too quick for him. "Think about this for a moment. One dose knocked you down a few inches. What will two do? What will three?" Joe explained pleadingly.

"I don't care." Chet grumbled. "I'll keep taking the potion as long as it takes. Who cares how small I get if I can just take another dose and go back to how I am supposed to be."

"Think about this for a moment. You said so yourself it wears off quickly. Do you really intend to keep taking it several times a day? What if you get a little smaller each time? You'd be like an action figure by Monday." Joe pleaded earnestly, but Chet was not listening to reason at this point. He had lost more than just his prized dick, and he refused to go through life like this.

"It sounds to me like you just don't want me to be happy." Chet spat. Joe was so taken aback by this that he almost dropped the vial. With lightning speed and reflexes, Chet capitalized on the moment of weakness and snatched the bottle for himself. Before Joe could even recover enough to try and stop him, Chet had popped the top and drank half of the remaining liquid.

Chet was practically cackling as he felt the power course through him. He could feel his muscles restoring and his height returning, but more importantly he could feel his dick swelling. He stared down in silent awe and manic glee as his dick continued to grow. It quickly grew from the pathetic little push-pin up to a fairly average five inches and beyond. By the time the growth finally stopped, his dick was just a hair shorter than Joe's own.

"What? No way..." Chet mumbled. "That can't be right..." Chet tugged at his rigid cock in hopes of coaxing some small growth out of it, but still he couldn't get it above ten inches. He was three inches shy of where he knew he should be.

Chet then looked up at Joe expectantly, but as soon as he did the true severity of his situation set in on him. Chet had grown back maybe an inch or two which was nowhere near what he had lost. Chet couldn't even speak. He tried to form the words, but his mouth just moved silently.

Chet couldn't accept this. He quickly downed the rest of the potion and waited for further changes to set it, but nothing happened. As he waited and waited his heart began to sink even more. He could feel the tears welling up and the terror building inside of him. The potion wouldn't work for him. He could use it a few more times maybe, but each time he would grow back slightly less. After the third or fourth dose, his dick would still be comically small, and by then how short would he be? How weak? He could eke out a few more hours of having a decent dick, but at what cost? He'd end up being a scrawny little midget with a tiny dick for the rest of his life.

Chet broke down right then and there. The months or torment he had suffered through bubbled to the surface. He wanted to just hide from the world. He felt like he could die right then and there, and that would be alright.

To Chet's surprise, Joe's powerful arms kept him from falling to the ground as the emotional dam broke. Before he even knew what was happening, Chet found himself sobbing silently into Joe's burly chest while the huge, buff bear held him tight and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Chet had no idea how long it took him to recover enough to be coherent, but while he silently sobbed he could feel himself getting steadily shorter. He knew the potion was wearing off and a lot sooner than the earlier dose had. Soon he would be even shorter, even scrawnier, and have the tiny little nub of a dick he had had for months now.

"What do I do now?" Chet groaned.

"I don't know..." Joe said solemnly "But if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask."

"Why would you help me?" Chet asked incredulously. "After how I treated you?"

"It's my fault this happened." Joe explained softly.

"Is not." Chet scoffed. "I knew full well what would happen if I took another dose, and I did it anyway."

"Still... I got the potion and gave it to you without knowing the side effects. I'm so sorry." Joe apologized fervently.

"Stop it." Chet said flatly. "You only wanted to help." Chet couldn't bring himself to blame any of this on Joe especially not after how hard Joe had tried to stop him. This was entirely Chet's choice, and he had to live with the consequences of his actions... all of them.

"Still. Let me help you. I owe you that much." Joe pleaded.

"You don't owe me shit!" Chet shouted angrily. His sudden outburst took Joe so off guard that the huge, burly bear actually stepped back in shock. "Stop acting like you owe me anything. I've been nothing but an ungrateful ass all evening. I don't deserve your kindness." Chet continued angrily.

Joe didn't know how to react. He had known Chet to get a little mopey at times, but never had he seen the guy implode like this. Usually Chet just bemoaned his fate and his endowment, but tonight he was legitimately tearing into himself for his actions.

"Do you know what pisses me off the most about tonight?" Chest asked combatively. Joe said nothing but shook his head in reply.

"Even before the drawbacks kicked in I was having a shitty night, and you know why?" Chet asked. Again Joe silently shook his head.

"It's because I couldn't stop thinking about you." Chet said. His anger began to rapidly subside and he looked genuinely forlorn. "I was a stud again. I had girls climbing all over me. I kept telling myself that this was how it should be. This is how I was always meant to be, but the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about you. I kept asking myself if you were going to be ok. I kept wondering if I should leave now and go back and check on you. I went through hell tonight, but no matter what I went through I just kept thinking of how I walked out on you and the things I said."

"You don't need to worry about that though. I already forgave you." Joe replied.

"UURRGGHH!" Chet groaned loudly in frustration. He threw his hands up and stormed off toward the front room. He slumped down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. "Look at me. I'm a short, scrawny, dickless piece of shit. I should be worried about that, but all I can think about is how badly I fucked up earlier."

"Stop worrying about it. It's all been forgiven." Joe said reassuringly.

"Stop saying that!" Chet shouted. "If it was so easy to stop worrying, I would have done it already. I saw the look in your eyes when I showed up. I know I hurt you. How can you be so quick to forgive?"

Joe took a seat next to Chet and threw an arm comfortingly over his shoulder. "The fact that you are so broken up about it is reason enough to forgive you, and that's what friends do for each other."

"I've never had a friend who could forgive and forget so easily..." Chet said sulkily.

"Sounds like you need better friends." Joe replied with a soft chuckle as he patted Chet reassuringly on the shoulder.

"I don't think so..." Chet replied. Joe furrowed his brow and looked curiously at Chet, but waited for his pal to explain. "I've only got one friend... and I think that's all I need."

Joe was about to say something, but before he could get his thoughts together enough to give another platitude, Chet was already on him. Chet had a hand placed against the back of the couch on either side of Joe's head. Chet's face was mere inches from Joe's own. Joe could see the look of determination in Chet's eyes that belied the nervous twitch of his lips and the red flush of his cheeks.

Joe didn't know what to do. Chet was erratic tonight so he wasn't sure what the smaller guy was thinking, but Joe had his hopes. He didn't want to give himself away though. It wasn't until he felt Chet's lips against his own that Joe finally allowed himself to relax. For a moment Joe let himself forget about the intensity of the entire evening. He could feel Chet's tongue working its way into his mouth, and Joe returned the favor in earnest. The two of the sat there, their lips and tongues entwined and just focused on enjoying each other's presence.

It felt like ages before they finally broke apart, but to Joe it was not nearly long enough. "God, I love you." Joe moaned under his breath. He hadn't meant for it to be audible, but Chet had heard it loud and clear.

"I know." Chet said. "I've known it for a while, really..." Chet looked momentarily pensive and then continued. "I... I feel the same... I mean. I love you."

Chet was visibly flustered, but he managed to collect his thoughts enough to continue. "I have felt it for a while, but I guess I just didn't want to admit it, you know?" Chet said apologetically. "I kept making excuses, like, if I were whole again, if I didn't have this curse my mind would be clear and I could go back to my old life no questions asked, but I tried it. I tried going back to who I used to be, and... I didn't like it. Maybe that's why I was so quick to run as soon as I got my junk back." Chet added bashfully.

"That doesn't matter now." Joe replied. "All that matters is that you're here now, and we need to find some way to reverse the magic cast on you."

"That... that can wait." Chet replied. This answer completely caught Joe off guard. He had no response formulated so it was just as well that Chet continued speaking when he did. "I mean... I realize I am going to be stuck like this." Chet explained uncertainly. "Don't get me wrong. It freaks me out, but... You'll look out for me, right? I know I can count on you."

"Of course!" Joe replied emphatically. "I'll do everything in my power to help you out. We'll see if there's some magic to reverse it, and if not, we can still hit the gym. We'll get that muscle back in no time."

Chet looked over his body for a moment and then shrugged. "No rush." He replied. He really wasn't what he would call scrawny. He had lost a lot of muscle mass, but he was still very athletic. His body was covered in lean, dense muscles and he still had no body fat to speak of so that he looked more like a professional swimmer or a runner than he did a power lifter.

His height would be the hardest part to get used to, but with Joe at his side he knew he could handle it. Chet hadn't had a chance to really take stock of his size, but he could tell from his surroundings that he would be a fairly average height. Joe had well over a foot on him which led Chet to believe he was now in the 5'4-5'5 range, but he wouldn't know for sure until he got an official measurement. Still... he could live with that height. At least he hadn't shrunken down to the size of a grade schooler or worse.

Chet and Joe passionately locked lips once more. Chet couldn't remember the last time he was this horny. The normal pit in his stomach was not there either. This was honest, true arousal and not just the curse feeding off of his shame. Now more than ever he realized just how much he truly loved Joe.

Joe was actually the one to break their embrace this time. "Are you sure? But you're not gay, are you?" Joe asked pleadingly. It was obvious that he wanted to believe it, but he did not dare drop his defenses completely.

"Oh, I still totally like women." Chet replied. "But... I also like you. I wouldn't be able to get anywhere with a girl anyway. I'm... not really equipped for it..." Chet added awkwardly. Joe was about to cut in and try and apologize or say anything to help ease Chet's feelings, but Chet beat him to it.

"I think maybe I can start to accept that." Chet said. "It does give me some unique opportunities." He added lasciviously. Joe didn't even need to ask what Chet meant. Chet ran his finger along the tip of Joe's fully boned cock. Joe's whole body shuddered in anticipation.

Joe relaxed his body and slunk back into the seat like he typically did when Chet was ready to get it on, but to his surprise, Chet got up and plopped down on the couch beside him. "Huh? What's up?" Joe asked. He was noticeably concerned and for good reason. Just a second ago Chet looked ready to jump his bones, but now Chet was backing off? Joe had never known Chet to back down from sex for as long as they had known each other.

"I think it's your turn." Chet replied salaciously. He gestured towards his tiny, rock hard cock and spread his legs apart to give Joe easy access.

"Really? What should I do?" Joe asked uncertainly.

"Just do whatever you want." Chet replied. Joes nodded shakily in reply. It was a seemingly simple gesture, but Joe understood the implications perfectly. This was the first time Chet had every willingly given up control in anything. Even in terms of what to eat, or what to watch, or where to hang out, Chet had always made sure he was the one in charge. Just the fact that Chet would willingly give up control especially of something so intimate showed Joe just how much Chet trusted him.

Joe reached a hand down and grabbed Chet's own. Chet was a little surprised, but decided to go along with it. After all, this was Joe's show tonight. All Chet had to do was go along.

Joe led Chet into the bedroom and gently guided him onto the bed. Chet was a little surprised by this. Every time before when they had had sex, they had always done it on the couch. The few times that Chet had been on the bed he had done so alone. Whenever Chet stayed over, Joe had always insisted that Chet take the bed and that he sleep on the couch. Chet had never allowed himself to admit it before, but he loved waking up in Joe's bed. Not only was it a nice mattress with soft covers, but he always woke up enveloped in Joe's scent.

Joe crawled into bed beside Chet and once again passionately kissed him on the lips. Doing so on the bed was far different on the couch. Now they didn't have the awkward positon to worry about. Both of them could lay on their side and connect lip to lip. Thanks to Chet's new height, the tip of Joe's fully boned cock was digging right into Chet's tiny nub. Even just the huge, puffy head of Joe's dick was far larger than Chet's entire package. Chet shuddered with ecstasy as he felt the warm, soft tip grinding against his junk.

"Are you ready for this?" Joe asked expectantly.

"Stop worrying and just do it." Chet mumbled dreamily. Joe nodded a silent agreement and then reached down to aim his dick. This was the first time he had had to control his cock as he took Chet's inside his own. He had never given Chet enough credit for how much manual dexterity and precision it took to hit a target that small, but Joe would never say anything about that to Chet. Despite how accepting of his condition he had been tonight, Joe knew that Chet's small cock was still a sore spot for him. Joe didn't even dare call it cute for fear of offending his little lover, but Joe really did find it adorable.

Chet let out a soft moan of bliss as Joe's huge cock slid around his own. It was strange. Somehow surrendering control had made everything feel ten times more amazing. His cock shuddered and shook as the warm, wetness of the insides of Joe's dick squeezed down upon his own mini-dick. Chet felt like he could blow his load at any second.

Usually when they got it on, Chet could feel the shame building up inside of him which fueled his arousal, but that sensation was completely gone tonight. Instead of lamenting how small his dick was compared to Joe's, Chet could only think of how huge and amazing Joe's cock was. His small cock just made Joe's seem even more amazing.

Chet used to focus on the tiny slit of Joe's cock and treat it like a pussy, but tonight women were the last thing on his mind. He had fully accepted that the tool that was gripping his own tiny rod so passionately was Joe's own. Instead of thinking of it as fucking a hole, Chet felt like Joe's cock was lovingly embracing his own much the same way that Joe's huge, beefy arm was wrapped around Chet's torso in a passionate hug.

Joe pressed and squeezed the puffy tip of his huge cock. It was such a strange way to pleasure himself, but he knew that Chet could feel the pressure in his own tiny dick. Pleasuring Chet was all Joe really cared about anyway. He exulted in the soft whimpers and coos that slipped from Chet's throat as Joe worked over their cocks. As he got more and more into it and felt more and more comfortable with really letting go, Joe began to passionately kiss Chet up and down the nape of his neck. Joe had wanted to kiss Chet for months, but had never dare dream that Chet would be interested. Now that he knew that Chet wanted it too, there was nothing holding Joe back.

Joe could feel the shudders that coursed through Chet's body as the smaller guy's breathing got more labored and his moans became louder. It was clear that Chet was reaching his limit, and Joe was all too happy to get him there.

Chet threw his head back and cried out loudly in pure sexual euphoria. His cock shuddered and lurched as he fired shot after tiny shot straight into Joe's own dick. Chet's mind was completely fogging over in a haze of sex. He had never felt that great when cumming. Even back when he had had his magnum dong, he had had pretty tame climaxes. He never thought it could feel this good or rock him his core quite this hard.

Joe soon began grunting as well as he tried to hold back the oncoming storm, but he couldn't hold out much longer. He let out a low, deep moan as he fired thick, heavy shots of spunk, one right after the other. The torrent of jizz completely drenched Chet's groin and completely buried his tiny dick in an avalanche of spooge.

Joe and Chet both released one another and fell back onto the bed panting in exhaustion. Chet was content to just lay there and soak up the afterglow, but Joe had other plans. Joe crawled over and brought his tongue down upon Chet's exposed nether region.

Chet was so addled by the amazing sex that he didn't even realize what Joe was doing until he felt his burly lover's tongue touch his tiny dick. Chet gasped in shock. His miniature cock was still rock hard and extremely sensitive despite just having creamed repeatedly. Joe's tongue was so huge in comparison to Chet's dick that Chet could actually feel even the individual grooves and bumps of Joe's cock and it slid across his entire tiny package.

Joe was never one to drink his own cum, but he knew that somewhere in that goopy muck was Chet's tiny wad. There was something sensual about licking his lover's jizz right off the guy's tiny cock that drove Joe wild, and the fact that Chet was no doubt enjoying it was even better.

Once Chet's groin was licked clean, Joe curled up beside Chet and pulled the smaller equine in close for a tight hug. Chet just sighed contentedly and hugged Joe back. After several minutes of quiet cuddling, Chet finally spoke up. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight?" He asked.

"Of course. You're always welcome here." Joe replied emphatically.

"Thanks..." Chet replied groggily. "I don't want to leave you side right now..."

Joe looked over and realized that some of the sadness had returned to Chet's eyes. Joe couldn't say he blamed him. Chet had lost so much. Joe couldn't even imagine how scary it must be to go through life like that, but he knew Chet would be fine. The short, toned horse had shown remarkable resilience. Chet had endured things that would have crushed a lesser man, and it's not like he'd be going it alone.

"Get some rest." Joe said soothingly. "You'll need your strength for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Chet asked groggily.

"Yeah. Of course. I told you I'll help you get back what you lost... starting with your muscles. We're gonna be hitting the irons extra hard starting first thing in the morning." Joe replied.

Chet grumbled in feigned annoyance, but Joe knew that he wasn't really irked at all. The gentle squeeze and the soft peck on the cheek that Chet had given him told him as much.