About an hour later, Jake and Eric were back at home, each in their respective bedrooms. Eric’s party was set to begin in a couple hours and he hadn’t quite yet worked up the nerve to tell his guests that instead of throwing a party, he’d be sitting on the porch of some high school kid’s house while his brother was inside getting tanked. He grimly wondered whether if he should even call at all - maybe, if his friends and guests showed up and found an empty house, they would just assume he’d been kidnapped or something and would be sympathetic instead of angry.
“Hey, squirt!” Jake shouted from the other room. “Get me a soda, will ya?”
Eric was about to respond with a well-crafted string of curses when he was jabbed in the thigh by something in his pocket. Up until now, Eric had forgotten about the pills he had bought earlier in the day. He pulled the container out of his pocket and examined it for a minute, grinning broadly as he did so.
“Just a sec, bro!” Eric cheerfully called back. He bounded off of his bed, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where he grabbed a can of Coke out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. Eric opened the soda, snapped the lid off of the pink container, and shook a pill into his palm. It was perfectly round, brilliantly white and about the size of a marble. Its texture was similar to that of an Aspirin, and it almost seemed to shine like a diamond under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Eric took a minute to consider the consequences, if the beating he would most likely receive was worth whatever it was this pill would do to Jake. Figuring it was worth suffering whatever Jake could throw at him to finally get a small measure of revenge, Eric finally dropped the pill through the hole and into the soda. The beverage fizzed for a few seconds, but once that settled down, it looked completely normal.
“I’m dying of thiiiiiirst!” Jake declared from the other corner of the house. Eric thrust the container back in his pocket, grabbed the soda, and headed up the stairs to Jake’s room. He entered the room to find Jake at his computer desk, typing away into an AIM window with a friend whose screen name Eric didn’t recognize. Not turning away from the screen or even averting his eyes from it Jake stuck his hand out, waiting impatiently for his beverage. Eric slammed the can roughly into the open palm, silently cursing out the ungrateful jerk as he did so. Jake immediately brought the can to his mouth and took a greedy swig from it, releasing a refreshed sigh as the carbonated sugar water spilled down his gullet.
Eric licked his lips and looked on in nervous anticipation as...as...as nothing happened. Thirty seconds passed and Jake didn’t show so much as a trace of discomfort. Eric just kept standing there, his hope fading as he focused on Jake with anxious, expectant eyes.
“Something I can help you with, half-pint?” Jake questioned in a bored tone, his eyes still locked onto the screen in front of him and his fingers never losing the rhythm of rapid typing.
Humiliated at his own gullibility, Eric gritted his teeth and stomped out of the room, resigning himself to the fact that, so long as he lived with Jake, his life would be miserable. Eric reached his room and paused in the doorway, his anger growing by the second. Once again, his position in life had been made bluntly obvious to him, and he was sick of it. Moving with more confidence than he thought he could gather, Eric spun on his heel and marched back into Jake’s room.
“Jake!” Eric barked, hoping his steely visage was hiding the fact that his insides felt ready to boil over. Jake sighed and hung his head for a moment before spinning his computer chair around and coming face to face with his younger brother, his expression the very picture of indifference.
“I’m tired of you treating me like a little kid!” Eric declared, his voice quavering. “I’m going to have this party, whether you like it or not!”
Jake’s eyes narrowed, and whatever fortitude Eric had gathered over the past minute immediately left his body. Jake methodically stood out of his chair, stepped in front of his younger brother and jabbed a finger in his chest, pushing Eric back a step.
“Listen to me, you little shit.” Jake growled. “I am going to Derek’s house. You will come with me and wait outside until I’m ready to go home. And if you’ve got a problem with that, you can - ”
Jake suddenly stopped. Eric stared at his older brother, wide-eyed, as he stood straight up with a bewildered expression on his face.
“Wh...what’s the matter?” Eric asked, taken aback by Jake’s abrupt stop of his ominous monologue.
“I...don’t know.” Jake answered, looking confused and a little concerned. He placed a hand on his stomach “I feel really strange.”
Jake had never before quite felt the sensation he was experiencing at the moment. There was a growing feeling in his belly similar to that one gets when diving over the crest of a roller coaster, or when driving quickly over a steep hill. It quickly spread until he could feel it in every part of his body, from his scalp to his toes.
Then he began to shrink.
Eric gawked in barefaced shock as Jake slowly but surely grew shorter, his entire body seeming to contract into itself. Jake cried out in horror as the realization of what was happening began to sink in.
“I’m...shrinking?!” Jake wailed, examining his fingers in abject terror as they gradually shortened before his very eyes. “What the fuck is going on here?!”
Eric watched him for a few seconds more. Suddenly, as though coming to some delightful epiphany, the stunned expression on his face was replaced by a devilish grin.
“Not shrinking.” Eric quietly corrected. “Getting younger.”
Not bad for ten bucks, Eric thought to himself.
Jake spun to face his brother, his jaw somewhere in the vicinity of his belly button. His grin growing even wider, Eric motioned with his head towards the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. Jake kept his terrified gaze on Eric for a moment before turning towards the mirror, his knees quaking in anticipation of what he might see.
Looking back at him was a terrified sixteen-year-old whose already-loose jeans threatened to slip off of his waist entirely.
“Oh God! Jesus fucking Christ!” a horrified Jake choked as he absentmindedly grabbed at the waist of his pants. Not a second later, Jake’s body was once again blanketed with an overwhelming and peculiar sensation as a prickly warmth spread over his skin. Eric gazed on in wonder and brazen glee as Jake’s body hair began to fade away, the coarse strands on his arms and legs disappearing into his soft pale flesh. Jake’s goatee, which he kept meticulous care of, evaporated into the scraggly facial hair of an adolescent before disappearing entirely. The face of the former high school senior contorted in humiliation as the prickly heat left the rest of his body and focused on his crotch, robbing him of his pubic hair and leaving his groin as smooth as a child’s.
Jake now appeared to be about thirteen years old, virtually the same height as Eric and now much more closely resembling his younger brother. He stared into the mirror with a handsome young face and shimmering blue eyes that threatened to burst into tears at any instant. His pants would have long ago hit the floor if he hadn’t been holding them up, and his shirt now hung all the way down to his knees, the Abercrombie & Fitch print looking hilariously out of place on this child swamped in teenager’s clothing.
And it wasn’t over yet.
The shrinking feeling suddenly intensified, surprising Jake and almost causing him to lose his grip on his jeans. His height plummeted as he entered puberty from the wrong direction, the transformation bent on definitively returning him to childhood.
“Noooo!! Please, no!!” Jake screamed, his voice raising several octaves as he did so. The muscle tone he had gained over the years melted away, leaving his arms and legs scrawny and powerless. His once well-defined chest and stomach became soft and a little flabby with baby fat. Jake suddenly doubled over and cried out as he felt his testicles shrink rapidly and his penis contract, the last vestiges of manhood leaving his body for good. Jake reached into his pants with his free hand and sobbed as his touch confirmed what he already knew - that his hefty teenage dick had been replaced with the tiny, unimposing nub of a young boy.
Jake burst into tears, overwhelmed with fear and confusion as his body continued its steady march towards boyhood. His grip on his pants slipped, which allowed them and his boxers to fall to the floor, leaving him naked save for his shirt, which now draped over nearly his entire body. Eric giggled as he watched Jake grow smaller and cuter, the charmingly awkward features he possessed as a child returning one by one. Jake sprouted freckles, gained baby teeth with gaps in them, and reacquired the big goofy ears Eric himself had lost not so long ago.
Finally, the sensation faded away. Jake sealed his eyelids and tried his best to regain his composure, taking deep breaths as he fought back choking sobs. As he sniffled, he tried to collect the courage to open his eyes.
“This isn’t happening.” he assured himself in a soprano that made him cringe. “It’s all just some fucked up dream. And it’ll end as soon as you open your eyes. Open. Your. Eyes.”
After a few seconds, Jake pried his eyelids open. Looking in the mirror, he saw an extremely cute little boy with brimming blue eyes, a quivering lower lip and chestnut-colored bangs. Jake’s big boy boxers and jeans piled up at his feet and his tiny form was covered with a t-shirt that threatened to slip off of his shoulders any given second.
He didn’t look a day over six years old.
Jake blinked a couple times...and then he screwed up his face and began to bawl again, realizing that what he had hoped was a nightmare was in fact a terrifying reality.
“Aww, don’t cry widdle guy!” Eric mockingly consoled his now-younger brother, clearly making the most of the situation. Eric laughed and ruffled Jake’s hair, a move that did not improve Jake’s spirits.
“Fuck off!” Jake cried between sobs, which only caused Eric to laugh even louder. “This isn’t funny! I’m a little kid for Christ’s sakes!”
“It suits your level of maturity.” Eric grinned. “Maybe now you’ll learn what it’s like to be the younger brother for a change.”
Jake suddenly stopped crying, the tear streaks staining his puffy, flushed cheeks. Gradually, he put two and two together, gritting his teeth as an expression of pure hatred came over his face.
“You did this to me!!” Jake screamed as he dove at Eric, keeping his shirt up with one hand as he did so. “You put something in that soda, didn’t you, you little bastard!”
“Whoa, hold on there, junior.” Eric condescendingly countered. He stepped away from Jake’s charge and placed a palm on top of his head, keeping him at arm’s length as he swung away at Eric’s midsection with a tiny fist. “That’s right, you can thank me for this. You’re the younger brother now, so maybe you should just enjoy your second chance at childhood, huh?”
“Fuck you!” Jake spat, still flailing away with his scrawny little arm.
Eric’s face suddenly turned very serious. “I think it’s time to teach you some discipline, young man.”
“What the fuck do you mean, di-whoa!” Jake’s latest curse-filled reply was cut short as Eric grabbed the collar of Jake’s shirt and pulled it into the air, undressing the boy in rather abrupt fashion. Surprised by the move, Jake’s was quickly overpowered, and he was able to offer little resistance to Eric as he ripped the shirt off of him and tossed it aside. Jake immediately shot his hands over his crotch, covering his shame from Eric’s view as he glared up at his former younger brother with indignant defiance.
Eric smirked as he looked Jake over. Scrawny, frightened and embarrassed, Jake was just as powerless as the child he’d become. Eric slowly and deliberately circled him, taking in every shameful detail as Jake squirmed uncomfortably under Eric’s intense gaze. Suddenly, Eric shot his hands under the child’s armpits and hoisted him into the air, pulling Jake’s hands away from his groin as he did so. Jake yelped in surprise as he hung helplessly in midair, never before feeling as mortified and exposed as he did right now.
“Put me dooooown!!” Jake wailed, sounding much more like a child than he intended to. Jake’s entire face flushed red as an amused Eric closely examined his miniscule stub and smooth little sack.
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed.” Comforted Eric as he visibly tried to hold back laughter. “I think it’s adorable. You’re gonna be quite the ladykiller when you grow up, little man.”
Jake closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to just will himself out of this impossibly degrading situation. Eric chuckled and carried Jake over to his bed, sitting down on it before laying Jake stomach-down over his knees. Jake’s eyes flew open and he craned his neck to look up at Eric, his expression one of utmost fear.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Jake asked, his voice quavering.
“Discipline, remember?” Eric simpered. “Maybe a few spanks to your cute little tush will teach you who’s in charge here.”
Jake’s eyes widened and he began to struggle under Eric’s grip, doing everything he could to try and escape the ultimate humiliation. But Eric was just so much stronger than him now, effortlessly holding Jake over his lap as he brought his palm down and...
“Owwww!” Jake howled, tears welling up in his eyes for the third time in the last few minutes.
Jake sobbed uncontrollably, both sets of cheeks glowing crimson as Eric delivered the fifth and final spank. Deciding Jake had had enough, Eric lifted him off of his knees and stood the inconsolable little boy on his feet, waiting patiently for him to regain his composure. Momentarily disregarding his nudity, Jake gingerly rubbed his bottom with both hands, drawing in sharp gasps of air as he tried his best to calm himself.
“Now, I don’t wanna have to do that again.” Eric quietly stated. “From now on, you do what I say. Got it?”
His eyes still overflowing, Jake looked up at Eric and opened his mouth to release the foulest string of curses he could think of. But before he could get a word out, he made note of the unsettlingly serious expression on Eric’s face and the fact that he was idly rubbing his hands together. Jake shut his mouth, took stock of his situation...and slowly nodded his head, agreeing, at least for now, to yield to Eric’s will.
“Good!” Eric smiled, standing off the bed. “C’mon, let’s get some clothes on you. I’m sure mom has some stuff saved in the attic.”
With that, Eric grabbed Jake by the hand and led him out of the room, Jake still sniffling a little and using his free hand to maintain his modesty. He may have seemed obedient on the outside, but inwardly, Jake was calling Eric every name in the book and resolving himself to finding a way out of this. A menacing scowl crept over his angelic face as Jake looked up at Eric, knowing that somehow, he’d get him back for this.