Ty had no intention of helping the step brother had had beaten and humiliated him for six years steady.
The taller boy simply looked over the smaller with an arrogant smirk, eyeing his withered good looks, vanished muscles, diminished body, and dwindled manhood.
Dustin blushed deep red as he caught the prolonged glance, and moved his hands to cover his tiny cock and balls.
“Please...” Dustin begged. “Please change me back.” His lip began trembling as he felt the first submissiveness he had ever felt.
“Why should I?” Ty scoffed. “After all you’ve done to me, why?”
This caught Dustin off guard and the shrunken boy whimpered in despair as Ty stared and stared.
“Because!” Dustin finally spat. “What about my girlfriend, and... and football... and... how will I ever have a normal life!”
“That was the wrong answer.” Ty sneered.
Dustin grew frantic as he felt the twinge again, but his panicked protests were cut short as his already inhumanly shrunken body withered away to a skeletal state. Suddenly weakened, his muscles could no longer support his body. Ty watched with satisfaction as Dustin crumpled and shrank into a heap on his bedroom floor, reduced to such a state that he was unable to move under his own power, his limbs struggling to bend, his body too heavy and weak, his breathing growing heavy and pained.
Only a terrified eye stared up at Ty, tearing up with fear, as Ty simply smiled and shut Dustin’s bedroom door quietly.
“N-noooo” Dustin gasped, barely able to form the words. “Help... me... help...”