Chad watched with mild amusement as John and Wade stumbled through the first few drills under the watchful eyes of their new “mentors.” Chris and Ethan, now walking mountains of muscle and skill, didn’t take it easy on the humbled jocks—not out of malice, but because they remembered *exactly* how it felt to be shoved aside, laughed at, and treated like background characters in someone else’s ego trip.
But it wasn’t long before Chad’s amusement gave way to disappointment.
“C’mon,” John muttered after yet another failed pass that ended with the ball bouncing off his fingertips and rolling across the court. “This is bull. They cheated.”
“Yeah,” Wade huffed, doubled over and glaring at Ethan’s massive back as the giant freshman calmly retrieved the ball. “They didn’t *earn* this. It’s all just magic crap.”
“Careful,” Luke warned from the sidelines, arms folded across his massive chest.
But the boys weren’t listening.
As Ethan approached, John gave him a shove—not much of one, more a frustrated push of someone who *used* to be intimidating. Ethan barely moved.
“You think this makes you better than us?” John snapped.
Ethan’s jaw clenched. “No. But we are.”
“Oh, *screw off*,” Wade added, throwing down his sweat-soaked towel. “We’re not gonna kiss your giant feet because some god-freak made you into walking statues.”
Chad sighed and slowly stepped onto the court again.
“So... this is what you’ve learned?” he said quietly, his voice calm but dangerous. “That when you lose power, you double down on arrogance instead of growing up?”
John turned to face him. “Why should we respect them? They didn’t *earn* it. You handed it to them. Just like you took it away from us.”
Chad’s eyes narrowed. “You *had* a chance. A real one. To grow into better men. To become more than just jocks clinging to height and ego. But instead, you decided to spit on it.”
He lifted his hand again, fingers glowing faintly with golden light.
“Wait!” Luke said, stepping beside him. “What are you gonna do?”
Chad didn’t answer. With a flick of his wrist, time froze for a split second. Everyone else around the park paused mid-movement, mid-word. Only John and Wade remained aware—and they knew something terrible was coming.
“You wanted size so badly,” Chad said, walking slowly toward them, his voice laced with restrained anger, “and now that you’ve lost it, you act like children throwing tantrums. Fine. Let’s see how much you *really* value size.”
And then, he snapped.
John and Wade gasped as their bodies shrank even further—fast and smooth, like water draining out of a balloon. Five-ten became five-seven. Then five-five. Their muscles thinned, their frames narrowed. By the time Chad was done, they stood barely five-foot-four, swimming in now-oversized gym clothes that hung off their slight frames like borrowed uniforms.
They looked up at Chad in horror. *Way* up.
Chad didn’t stop there. “And since you don’t respect your new coaches, I’m gonna make sure you understand exactly how far beneath them you now are.”
With another flick, Chris and Ethan grew—not drastically, but enough to widen the gap. They both added another three inches, putting Ethan at *6’11”* and Chris at a towering *7 feet*, with even more refined, perfectly-proportioned muscle and impossible grace. Their jerseys refit instantly, hugging their titanic physiques like tailored armor.
The size difference was now *comically* vast. John and Wade looked like elementary schoolers next to these athletic demigods.
Time snapped back into motion.
Chris blinked, adjusting to the slight increase in his height, then looked down. *Way* down.
John and Wade were trembling.
“What the—” Wade breathed, looking at his hands, his arms, his now-tiny feet. “No—no, no, no—”
Chad crossed his arms. “You didn’t learn. So now? You’ll *earn* it the long way. From the *very* bottom.”
Luke tilted his head. “You think they’ll get it this time?”
Chad glanced at the humiliated ex-jocks, who now barely reached the waistbands of their towering former victims.
“They’ll *have* to,” Chad said. “Because from now on, every step forward has to be earned. And if they slip again?”
He cracked his knuckles. “Well... I can always make five-four feel *tall*.”
Chris and Ethan loomed silently over their new trainees.
“Drills start over,” Chris said, eyes hard. “And if you whine again, I’m making you run the court until your legs fall off.”
The court echoed with the sound of two tiny voices groaning in unison as training resumed.
Luke grinned and whispered to Chad, “You’re kind of a terrifying god, you know.”
Chad smiled back. “Only when people waste second chances.”
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