[BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY 'Condolence of a Friend' is a sequel to the story 'Offer of a Friend.' Please read the first story before tackling this one. I hope you enjoy this sequel and explore new thoughts about macrophilia, beyond the simple fetish exploitation. Comments are always welcome. Enjoy.]
About two years ago I took the life of a friend... a really good friend. To me, it was malicious but to him it meant the world. My actions fulfilled one of his wildest fantasies while it left me depressed and unable to comprehend what I had done. We all make sacrifices, especially myself enduring what transpired, all this for him. Because, if I didn't, something else was going to kill him and I couldn't allow his cancer to have the upper hand.
I owed it to him, to Jake. Jake wasn't just a friend. He was that friend you could turn to and know someone had your back, even if things turned bleak. In retrospect, with the respect I developed for him because of this, I turned into his support during the whole process. After all, when a doctor tells you there is nothing more they can do, even the most kindest, upbeat spirit cannot handle the burden placed upon them. Rather, another person needed to be there and bare the weight along side them, me to Jake.
About two years ago I took the life of a friend... a really good friend. To me, it was malicious but to him it meant the world. My actions fulfilled one of his wildest fantasies while it left me depressed and unable to comprehend what I had done. We all make sacrifices, especially myself enduring what transpired, all this for him. Because, if I didn't, something else was going to kill him and I couldn't allow his cancer to have the upper hand.
I owed it to him, to Jake. Jake wasn't just a friend. He was that friend you could turn to and know someone had your back, even if things turned bleak. In retrospect, with the respect I developed for him because of this, I turned into his support during the whole process. After all, when a doctor tells you there is nothing more they can do, even the most kindest, upbeat spirit cannot handle the burden placed upon them. Rather, another person needed to be there and bare the weight along side them, me to Jake.