THE PENDULUM OF TOTAL HUMILIATION

Harold gazed at the gay couple from his table, chewing his greasy sandwich with his mouth open. His one hundred thirty kilograms of flabby flesh spilled over the plastic chair as he watched with hatred towards Álvaro and Raúl. Those two handsome faggots reminded him of everything he would never be: young, attractive, desired.

At fifty-six years old, Harold had collected a lifetime of rejections and humiliations. His three-centimeter micropenis when erect was the least of his shames. His deformed body, his greasy face full of infected pimples, his smell of stale sweat... everything about him screamed "loser".

Álvaro, the twenty-one-year-old from Madrid, flashed a perfect smile as he caressed his boyfriend's hand. His t-shirt highlighted pectorals that Harold could only dream of having. Raúl, four years older and equally perfect, whispered something in his ear that made them both laugh.

"I have twenty-two centimeters," Harold had heard Álvaro boasting on the phone. "Raúl doesn't complain, does he, love?"

The fat man clenched his fists until they turned white. It was time for those handsome faggots to know the true meaning of humiliation.

He pulled out the golden pendulum from his sweaty pocket. The old gypsy from the Rastro had assured him that this object could alter minds and bodies according to his most twisted will. Harold had spent his entire life savings on it, but it would be worth it if it worked.

"Álvaro," Harold murmured, swinging the pendulum while pointing it at the couple. "Your twenty-two-centimeter cock is turning into a pathetic little dick like mine. Three centimeters when you're hard. And your mind... your mind is going to fill with the dirtiest and most perverted thoughts that exist."

The pendulum shone with a golden light that no one else seemed to notice. At the next table, Álvaro frowned and brought his hand to his crotch, confused by the strange sensation he felt down there.

"What's wrong, love?" Raúl asked, concerned when he saw his boyfriend's expression.

"I don't know... something weird..." Álvaro shifted uncomfortably, feeling with growing horror how his cock was shrinking inside his underwear.

Harold intensified his concentration, savoring every second. "Your cock is becoming microscopic, faggot. And now you're a pig obsessed with being humiliated. It turns you on to be treated like the shit you are."

The changes were immediate and brutal. Álvaro groaned and ran to the bathroom, desperate to check what was happening to his body.

Harold smiled and directed his attention towards Raúl, who had been left alone and confused.

"Raúl," Harold whispered, feeling the power of the pendulum flowing through his pasty voice. "You're falling deeply in love with the fat, disgusting man at the next table. Harold is your new obsession. His obese body turns you on. His micropenis seems like a work of art to you....