Frank looked up at Terry. Not long ago he would have considerd himself his superior in every way: socially, physically, mentally but in his new, reduced state Terry was now his boss.
He could see that Terry was bigger by about a foot in height and about 80 pounds in weight. Whereas his own T shirt and shorts flapped loosely around his now diminished frame Terry's shirt was stretched taut over his powerful and muscular frame. Even at 18 Terry was a big guy.
What he didn't know was that not only was Terry his physical superior he was also by now his mental superior. If Frank and Terry had sat down to do an IQ test together Frank's score would trail Terry's by a good 30 points.
Terry spoke first: "Man, you're one scrawny fuck!"
Frank looked dopey and replied, laughing: "Uh.. I guess so"
"What was that?" snapped Terry
Frank looked around and kicked his heels he couldn't work out what this guy wanted.
"You call me boss, you dumbass!"
"Uh, sure thing boss"
Frank was being humiliated as he never had before but the odd thing was that it was quite pleasant to be told what to do by this big, smart guy, even if he was younger than him.
Frank first job was to make up some cement. It was back breaking work and whereas the other guys seemed to lift up the powdered cement with ease he had to strain every puny muscle he had just to lift the loaded shovel. He was soon filthy and dripping with sweat. The other guys were amused by their new little shrimpy colleague and, as he didn't seem any too smart they thought they'd have some fun.
The day was hot, and Frank soon became thirsty. Unknown to him his water had been laced with vodka. Frank was so parched that he didn't notice. There wasn't very much of Frank now and he soon became very drunk.
"Hey, Frank" shouted one of the workman "You look hot little guy, why don't you take your vest off?"
Frank did as he was told, and when fifteen minutes later another workman said "Hey Frank, why don't you take your shorts off? it seemed to Frank in his drink befuddled way as being a good idea. Man, he was hot why didn't he strip right off to his pants. He continued to work away when the first workman said "Hey, Frank lets see what your hiding in there!" All the other workman nearby were watching now, what the hell, thought Frank, I am hot after all. He stripped off and stood there in all his pomp to a round of ironic applause. He kept on shovelling, unaware that to his work mates he was the biggest joke around this wimpy little drunk guy working away without a care in the world.
Then one of them had an idea, in his next bottle of water tey'd dissolve in a tablet of viagra.
Frank worked away, something didn't feel right. He looked down and saw that he had a small but very full erection. He put his hand down. To cover it. This wasn't right. What if the others saw. Frank blushed bright red. Perhpas if he just sat down for a moment and thought about something else, or put his clothes on. But his clothes where nowhere to be seen. What was worse was here was Terry coming over to see how he was getting on...