As you gulp down the last of the juice, your brother begins to undress. At first you figure he must've spilled on them, but you don't see any stain, and when his pants come off he's only wearing a red Speedo. He walks over toward you, and seems to loom over you.
This is weird, you think as you look up passed his bulging crotch and into his eyes way overhead. Way overhead? You realize that your own legs are now straight out on the chair in front of you, and that there's like two feet beyond the bottoms of your feet. The shadow of your brother's boner overshadows you. You look up and swallow hard.
"Bro, you've been nothing but a big pest since you got here 3 months ago. You keep whatever hours you like, you expect me to feed you, wash your clothes, pay for your partying, and oh, I'd like to know what you did with the tuition money gramps gave you. The university sent a letter with the check you requested for this semester's tuition confirming that you dropped out two and half months ago," he growled loudly like the sound of the surf in a big storm.
"Yeah, bro, I was meaning to tell ya - " you start as you struggle to your feet.
"Yeah?"
"Uh," you realize that the tabletop is a good six feet over your head, and that you're pretty helpless, as it's got to be at least 25 foot drop from the chair to the floor, "Well, ya see, bro, I'm not as good with books and stuff as you are - "
"Yeah, I can see that. That's why you're going to have an added incentive to go back to school," he said smugly snapping the waistband on his Speedo. "I followed you yesterday, and saw you string up your hammock at the beach," he pauses significantly, "the gay beach."
"Bro, hey, aren't you the one who always says live and let live?"
"Yeah, but you're not really gay. You just flaunt your body, and get guys to buy you stuff. All strut and no delivery," he scolds.
"Delivery? Hey, I let them suck my cock, and they pay for the privilege."
"Yeah, I saw," he says in a disapproving tone. "Now what happened to the thirty grand, gramps gave you for college?"
"Uh, well, I sort of lost it gambling. That's how I ended up letting guys pays me to suck off me. The bookie's into that, and I was only $30 short. So I let him suck off me, and we're even. I'm just building up some cash to bet on the sure thing this weekend. If you could loan me-"
"SHUT UP! You lost over $30,000 gambling? And you still want to bet? Bro, you're going to learn a lesson. You cannot lie around all day in a hammock doing nothing. You're going to learn something while you lie in a hammock. In this case, you'll be lying in my banana hammock, and I-"
"What!" you scream turning red and jumping up and down, "No way! You're not sticking me in there!"
"First, you were six feet tall, now you're 6 inches tall. The nanobots that shrank you are programmed to shrink you proportionally every 24 hours unless you consume a special supplement. Since you're not that good at book learning, that means unless you suck my cock at least once a day, you'll shrink from 6 inches down to a half inch tomorrow and then .041 inches the next day. Divide your height by twelve."
"Suck your cock?"
"And swallow, at your current size I imagine you'll be able to eat a tenth of an ounce a day, which should make you grow .041 inches at your current size. In twelve days, you'll be 6 1/2 inches tall. In twenty four, a little over 13 inches. As you get larger and consume more, you'll start to grow faster."
"Second, while you're riding in my Speedo, you'll be paying attention to the classes I'm taking. I'll be testing you, and if you don't get passing grades, I'll not let you feed."
"You'd starve me?"
"Idiot, feed on my semen. The first day without it, you stop growing and lose the day's growth you previously acquired."
"Oh, c'mon, bro, you're not gay!"
"How would you know? But it doesn't matter because you were preying on gay men, and now you'll be paying back," he said leaning in close. You didn't even see his hand coming up behind you.
Suddenly, there was a wind, and his warm sweaty hand smacked against your backside as his hand closed around your torso and thighs.
"Oh, bro! Come on! Enough's enough!" you shout your eyes going wide as he pulls his waistband out with his other hand. You plead, "Come on, bro, don't do this? Just give me five grand, and we'll make ten times that, and I'll go back to school, and we'll forget this ever happened, and I'll cut you in for 5 percent."
The giant balks and shakes his head. "Damn, you're bad at math too. You need these lessons. Would you give somebody 5 grand and only get back $2500? No wonder you lost 30 grand!"
"What? 5% is only $2500 of $50,000? I'll give you 7 1/2% - I mean, 10% then! Oh, wait damn that's only your $5000 back isn't it? I----aaaaaah-oof!"
His giant brother dropped you into his Speedo, and let the elastic snap shut.