Percentiles Ch. 10 'Termination'

Master Synopsis: Two friends submit to a series of evaluations that always seem to revolve around means and percentiles, and color-coded pills. Oddly, the two of these budding young men begin to react, in different ways, to the medication. A true test of their friendship occurs in the midst of confusing times.

CHAPTER 10: 'Termination'

"That's it! I'm going to talk to Adam about getting out of this evil study!" Paul vowed to march right over to Adam's room and tackle the 'always secret' subject with him. 

There were just two things impeding the easy walk across the apartment as Paul realized that his 39-percentile-sized dick was pointing straight out at attention, as well as his underwear having fallen down to his ankles. Two issues.

"What?! How is this happening?!"

After he flat-out tripped over himself on the way to the bathroom, Paul managed to get dressed in some of his older, smaller clothes. He'd had them laying around from high school. 

"Oh gosh, even my figure looks smaller!" Paul's animated reaction to himself even caught even him off guard, having had just thrown his wrists up in the air like a flaming homosexual might. Paul chose to add a few more minutes to his routine by tinkering with the bulge on his underwear in order to try and make it 'pop' more. 

"Maybe if I push it this way it'll look bigger..."

Paul stood strong at first, playing with his reduced package for a few minutes before giving up. "39 percent isn't the worst thing in the world." 

But of course the weight of Paul's recent torture at the hands of his once-best-friend Adam hit him like a wall, squashing the remaining sliver of confidence he had remaining. Remembering Adam's breakfast rule now, Paul hurried up in the bathroom and got to cooking. 

Dr. Fry's medication was having differing effects on the young men. Paul continued to take his daily pill, unaware that each dose took just that much more away from his manhood. Adam, but for different reasons, was still clueless that each pill he swallowed only added to his general aggression and stamina... and size.

Meanwhile in Adam's room there were cum-tissues overflowing in the trash can from nights of uncontrollable jerking off and even more dirty clothes littering the floor. "Rrrrghhh Ahhhh" Adam let a few grunts n' groans slip out as he tossed and turned slowly awake. 

"...My big dick again..." Adam was not surprised to feel his morning wood pressing right into the mattress.

"I've got a big dick, fuck!" Adam remembered the various conversations when Dr. Fry would throw 'those' numbers at him. "...What did he say I was.. 70-something... as the erect percentile...?"

Adam stirred in his bed until he heard the sounds of Paul making breakfast. "Ah, there's that tiny dick." At the thought, Adam felt a strong and sudden urge to thrust his morning boner into his mattress. "I'm bigger." His mind raced at the rather simple conclusion. Adam wound up digging his hand into his pants to play with himself, as well as to scratch the bush that he recently decided was growing too fast to keep up trimming with.

With his legs spread wide and wearing no shirt Adam plants his ass at the kitchen table and shouts a quick, "Hey Tiny," over to Paul who was cooking and not looking thrilled.

"I said hey Tiny!" Adam said with a certain meanness. 

A smaller Paul finally spoke up, but weeks of medical manipulation had softened his volume and attitude...

"A-Adam, we need to d-discuss the s-study, it's not f-fun anymore and it's c-changing---"

"DUDE," Adam cut in. "Dr. Fry is awesome. Look what he told me... come here..." Adam rushed to stand up, egging on Paul to walk over to him. Finally he did, and Adam was already yanking down his own pair of shorts, hand around his growing bulge thereafter. 

"You wanna know what Dr. Fry said about me?" Adam egged on. "He said only like 25-percent of guys have a bigger dick than me." 

Adam then added, "He said it'll only get bigger!" 

Adam seemed far gone from the person he used to be around Paul. 

Paul stood quiet, enabling Adam to take more of a lead in the now-degrading conversation. "What did he say about yours Paul?" Adam made sure to stare in the direction of Paul's crotch. Paul felt the heat of Adam's vision on his dick area as his control vanished and his 4-inch boner became rock hard. 

"Adam, p-please stop--"

"What's wrong?" Adam began taunting. After a second more, Adam got up and reached for the small bump in Paul's shorts. "...Little guy." Adam was sure to chuckle too. 

Paul shivered from the arousal and pleasure. Adam saw this and reached for Paul's small bump once more and gave it a good nudge. 

"Adam stop! I'm gunna cu---" It was at this time that Paul fully realized the scope of the size difference that existed now. By the looks of it Adam sported a 9-incher.

"You're gunna bust from a little touchy-feely?" Adam mocked Paul in a baby voice.

Paul squirmed as he stood frozen, now having to grab at his crotch to try and hold his load...

And that's all it took. Mere seconds of thinking about not cumming had Paul squinting his eyes closed in an effort to hold back... to no success.