#cock shrinking

The previous ten days ten pastries were delivered (and an unexpected extra one). Diverse transformations inflicted on the ones who claimed these delicious pastries. All thanks to the magic of a Hexer, who's birthday had finally arrived. As all prior claimants, now he'd be transformed too.

And so I was waiting at my office. Although I had given my blessing to getting transformed, I didn't know what the followers of this Tumblr blog had chosen. After all, I mostly was there to make the magic possible. One of my assistants was in charge of handling the polls that would decide my celebratory fate.

The cake reserved for me was going to be a surprise, of my favorite kind: life changing.

I was warned there would be three transformations. It could have been two, or it could have been four, at one point. But the public made their opinions heard, and three was the lucky number.

There was no time to waste. I was ready to experience what had been chosen by them.

The cake didn't need to be delivered, as it was made in house. Thus, it merely appeared in front of me while I was busy doing something else. Nothing that was important or necessary to share at present. I abandoned said activity as soon as the cake made an act of presence, for this had gained all my attention.

It was on my desk. Decorated to perfection, as it was to be expected from my pastry shop. Twenty seven candles already lightened up. With a smile, I blew off the candles. I had no need to make a wish, but I did make one.

To continue using my magic on the years to come...

I made a plate appear, and cut a slice for myself. This was the moment of truth. It was insanely fun to imagine the infinite transformations possibilities. I was ready to become anyone or anything. I was prepared for many specific changes, some more bizarre than others. What could have my readers chosen? I didn't have the gift of foresight, and it was more fun to guess anyway.

There was no need to wonder any longer.

I took a bite. The taste was mind blowing. I closed my eyes, taking my time to taste the exquisite sweetness. The sugar was on point. The cake was moist, melting so easily in the mouth. A combination of flavors so well planned I had to pat my own back for the recipe. Maybe I should consider making the pastry shop a permanent thing… Just to enjoy this kind of treats more often. Although, the store was perhaps more all the more special thanks to its exclusive nature.

Once I finished the slice, first thing to change was my environment.

I wasn't on my office anymore. Rather, on a bedroom. Seemingly belonging to a cabin. The ceiling and walls appeared to be made out of wood, at the least. Instead of being sitting, as I had been previously, now I was laying in bed. A phone on my hands. Old, for the looks of it. The screen was cracked at one corner.

"Interesting," I said, looking down at myself after putting the phone by my side. Over the sheets.

Changes had yet to start. But before I could say anything, it began. My suit began to simplify in front of my eyes. Shoes were off, made into sneakers and left next to the bed. My dress sock, formal and with suspenders, began to thicken and turn white. Until they were white sport socks. Comfortable, but casual.

My pants turned gray. Not longer part of a suit, but rather simple, unremarkable sweatpants. My buttoned shirt and jacket shifted into a simple white t-shirt. Cotton, from how it felt.

Overall, I looked like I was just chilling on my own room. Instead of keeping my traditionally professional appearance. Perhaps an appropriate gift for a birthday. Everyone wanted to rest more nowadays.

I didn't have much time to inspect my new clothes, however. As I predicted, my transformation wouldn't stop at merely an outfit change. Wouldn't that have been underwhelming for all of us? I was expecting much more. And I'm sure my readers wouldn't have voted for such a limited and lame use of my powers.

My body didn't shift on an obvious way, not at first anyway. Although I did feel heavier, I wasn't turning overly muscular nor fat. I did fill these new clothes more than I used to, however. Just not in the way I normally transformed someone. Rather, it felt more like the natural gaining of mass most get with age, rather than a significant change of my physique. The first real difference was a slight bother on my back, a soft pain that I wasn't very familiar with. The kind of pain that most older individuals end up feeling thanks to their age.

Albeit I was already a hairy man, I could feel some itchiness on my chest, distracting me from the back pain. Raising the neck line of my new shirt, I saw dark hair filling my torso. Hirsute, full, curly. Going over my chest, and then descending, narrower, until joining the treasure trail. Some of the hairs, only a few of them, lightened, turning silver. Showing that my body truly was aging in record time.

My hands, now close to my face, were also transforming. Normally long and slender, they began to thicken. Turned into meaty paws. Calloused palms and fingers. The hands of man who used his hand to work, and did so from years on end.

Memories of building furniture; of building the cabin I found myself at; and of using these hands for all sorts of manual labor filled my brain. Rough, powerful hands. Sausage fingers, nails that were harshly cut on a clumsy straight line. Bare minimum maintenance, if you will.

Veins grew prominent too, over the back of my hand. Some faint wrinkles showed too. Minimal, only really visible while up close. But there.

I didn't muse much about this obvious aging. Distracted by a sudden itching on my face, I touched it, feeling my beard growing underneath my digits. It was already full, but I had really short stubble this morning. Now it was growing to what it felt like a proper short beard. Too long to be called stubble anymore.

"Well, ain't that something," I said. The sound was rumbly, deeper than usual. More fatherly, in a way. Definitely older. Yet comforting.

It was the kind of voice that made loved ones feel safe, and enemies feel threatened.

I took the phone again. Curious about what I looked like now. Even if the phone was old, with a cracked screen, it had to have a camera. That was the standard, wasn't it? And this phone was still recent enough for a touchscreen. Realistically, I shouldn't have any issues using it...

Frowning, I realized I struggled to read the screen. Not because of the language or because my intelligence had been reduced without me noticing. But rather because everything was blurry.

"What?" I said. Angling the phone thinking that would allow me to read what it said better.

No dice. Although it did make me feel old, so perhaps that was part of the transformation too.

No complain had time to leave my lips after that thought, however. For then reading glasses appeared over my face, turning the indistinct images of the screen completely clear. Making finding the camera app a lot easier.

I still struggled more than usual. Apparently some of my expertise using technology was gone. Of course, it may also be that my fingers felt like the were twice as thick as normal.

At last, a selfie:

I was a handsome dad, wasn't I?

Quite literally so. Not only was I older by fifteen years—making me forty two—, I could also recall I was a father of two. Divorced, coming out as gay after about a decade of marriage. The two boys I had now fathered were still relatively young. The oldest was twelve, and the youngest six.

Currently, they were at their mom's. My ex wife. We we're still friends apparently. They all would visit later. Even though I had become someone else, it was still my birthday while in this body. I stood up, finally. Transformation or not, I had to get ready for the events of the day. The house wasn't ready to receive my new family, and that wouldn't get done on its own.

Yet becoming a daddy was only the first shift that had been promised to me. The second began at the worst possible moment. As I was about to leave the bedroom, I grew around half a foot on a singular instant. Which caused me to hit my head on the door frame unexpectedly.

I fell on my ass, rubbing my forehead, a bit shocked despite figuring out what had happened the second it ocurred. I couldn't help but laugh. Before this I had kept my height. I was decently tall, for the most past. Yet, thanks to the last change, I was now positively towering. In a way that would make me struggle to fit on any public transport anywhere in the world. A welcome change, of course. Who didn't love being huge? Plus, magic allowed me to skip bothersome things as flying a plane.

I stood up, almost losing my balance at first. Unused to having even longer limbs. I could tell I was significantly taller. Perhaps slightly more than I had originally estimated. I had to be around 6'7". Around seven inches over my regular height.

Undeterred by this comical shift, I leaned down this time to not hit my head as I left the room.

However, whatever intention I had of being responsible flew away once I realized the kind of view that was waiting outside.

Not because the view was full of green splendor. No. But the dry mountains had a magnificent kind of beauty that deserved its own kind of admiration. They were monumental, a remnant of a past lost to human eyes. And yet, they were still witnessing of our present. How couldn't I feel their appeal? How could I remain indifferent to their presence?

I put on a cap to protect my face from the morning sun, and left the cabin where I now lived. It was technically connected to civilization through a road as well as services such as water, electricity and internet; but in practical terms, when it came to human contact, I was alone in the wilderness.

A fresh breeze caressed my older face as I stepped outside. I breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of nature. Cool, earthy. I closed my eyes . Long arms extending out.

A wild whim struck me then. I should undress. Become one with nature, if not for a moment.

And so I did. I began with the socks. On the wake of the fabric leaving each foot, I was able to see my feet transform. They were already bigger than earlier, thanks to my enhanced height and the understandable adaptations of my physique because of it. But now? My feet were also wider. And were growing longer still, more than they already were. I knew that any shoes I wore would be huge. Like clown shoes. I'll need a specialty store any time I wanted a new pair...

There was something exciting about that.

Then I took off my gray sweatpants. To my surprise I was wearing underwear underneath. Black briefs. For some reason I was expecting to be met with nothing. Perhaps this daddy didn't enjoy going commando while staying home alone. Who knew?

As I was taking off the sweatpants, my legs grew heavier. Thighs thicker, enough so that they would always rub each other if I kept my legs even slightly together. They were so huge. Not only because I was so tall now, but because they're were so girthy. Filled with dense muscle.

Calves followed suit. Thick diamonds of muscle. Probably had an easy time getting this big. After all, being this big and heavy was a constant workout by itself.

Next I took off the white shirt. I did have abs, but my abundant hair hid most of the definition. As I kept taking off the t-shirt, I could feel my pecs growing. They were heavy, combining abundant muscle and some fat to create pillowy pieces of flesh.

I could remember my children using them as pillows when they took a nap. They always said I was so comfortable… And i felt so in peace from them sleeping over me: I was big and strong enough to protect them.

The black briefs were the last article of clothing, other than the cap on my head. Excited to see what this body was packing, I lowered the briefs down my legs. My thighs truly felt like tree trunks. They were bigger than some people's waists! The perfect kind of legs, if you were to ask me...

Waiting for me was my normal cock. Without any of the magic changes I normally like to apply to it. This didn't last long. Whatever magic was working, it wanted to operate on a blank canvas.

Smiling with perverse fascination, I saw my cock shrink. It was a ridiculous and arousing sight. I was getting hard from how much it was shrinking. My body was so huge, yet my cock was getting smaller and smaller. And regardless of what size it was actually shrinking into, it would always look even smaller. Because the surrounding body was just so big...

It shrank until it was only two inches hard.

I passed my finger from base to tip. It made me squirm. How sensitive it was! And so beautiful. The perfect cock for me: tiny, but girthy and uncut. I've never ambitioned a huge hog. When you have magic, those come a dime a dozen. Small cocks, however? An exquisite but rare taste. I was utterly obsessed with them.

Of course, that didn't mean I was opposed to big cocks. On the contrary, huge dicks were necessary. There wasn't any other better way of showing how small a cock truly was than comparing it with a huge one. I couldn't wait to do that with my new equipment.

Wind distracted me. I used the briefs I was still holding to cover myself. Had someone seen me? Were I still merely Mr. Hexum instead of this guy, I wouldn't have minded. But now I was a father, so I had to seem like a proper and decent person to the public. Of course, I was in private property, but you never know these days. With how attractive I was now, I wouldn't be surprised someone was acting like a voyeur...

Feeling silly, as clearly there wasn't anyone around watching, I felt how my ass cheeks were finishing to change. I had missed most of the transformation on my needless panic. My ass had ballooned into a beautiful bubbly butt. Maybe not as prominent as I would normally make them, but very nice indeed. And as long as I lived inside this body, I could always make it grow. There were some workouts that…

Something was wrong.

I hadn't intended to throw the underwear yet alongside the rest of my clothes. But I did. Looking down at my hands, as if they could answer me, I wondered what this could mean. Normally I had perfect control over my flesh. So something was happening that was stealing my dominion over my own body.

Remember… Three transformations…

Oh, indeed. I had become a daddy. And now I was clearly also a jock. I hadn't gotten any younger, after all, so those two transformations had combined into one. I was a muscle daddy in every aspect.

But… what was the third transformation? I had given certain choices for followers to vote for. I do remember that. And some of this made more sense together than others… The options weren't necessarily limitless, but there was a great deal of possible fates to consider.

And so little time to be able to guess before it took place.

Truly, I couldn't guess what my transformation would be. I only knew it was going to happen soon. Whether I wanted it or not.

"Relax, bro. Promise ya it'll be sooo nice…" I said. Only that it wasn't me. My mouth had moved on its own. Without my input. "Just relax. You'll have so much fun, bro..."

I gasped, only to suddenly feel blind. Nothing made sense for a second, but I felt like I was being stretched and thrown around. As if I had become a little piece of clay for a kid go to play with. Thrown left and right. Yet constantly going down. Narrowed and stretched wide. Before settling down.

For a moment I felt hairs all over me. The scent of sweat coming from what felt like my face yet it wasn't a face at all.

Was that a bicep in front of me? A huge hand came over, and began to scratch me. I could feel the nails all over me. Rough, but somehow satisfying.

"That ain't your place, bro. Keep going," my former self said. I could hear his mouth forming a smile.

I wasn't able to protest. I didn't have a mouth to control.

Everything turned black again. Once more, I felt like I was being compressed. Moving without any will of my own. Were I a normal human, perhaps I would have tried to resist. But knowing I was a Hexer, and one of great repute, I also knew I didn't have anything to worry about.

I may not be able to get away from this bizarre situation immediately, but I wouldn't be a prisoner of my own magic forever. I had gotten away from worse situations in the past.

Then, light! I was suddenly able to see again. And my form had settled on a stable shape at last.

I was way too low. Too close to the ground. A height I hadn't been since I was a child, at the very least. It felt bizarre. Probably because I couldn't move at my leisure.

"Hello, little guy! Hope you like the view!" my former face said, looking down at me. "This will last for at least a month, or so my new brain tells me. It'll be nice to be in control for that long. Hope you enjoy being your own cock, bro."

Ah, so that's what I was. That's what my readers wanted me to become.

That also explained why my intellect had remained intact. No need to dumb me down if my own cock is the one controlling my brain.

I couldn't move. Not at will. And my body was too short to have much flexibility. I was soft now. But, as I knew it was going to be the case, my size didn't allow me to hang. Were I just a bit longer, I may had been able of some minimal movement.

Now? I was stuck as a little cocklet, always pointing ahead.

At least I had a nice view. My former cock, now in control of the body, rose his arms as he stared at the landscape in front of us. The breeze caressing our naked flesh on a way that made me shrink further. The coolness of the touch triumphed over the peace it gave me.

"It's a bit cold here. And we do have a busy day, don't we, bro? But since it's our birthday, I should give you my gift before I take care of our... Um... Tasks," my body said, patting me fondly. "You'll enjoy it. I always do."

He took the clothes from the ground, and went back inside. Without any restriction or support coming from clothing, I was forced to bounce with each step he gave. They felt like stomps. Heavy and serious. While I was powerless to do anything but be carried. Merely part of the body that used to be mine.

Body I barely got to enjoy as myself. I was now the tool for pleasure, and little else.

He threw himself on the bed, once he was inside the bedroom. Which was terrifying! I felt like I was flying, looking at his legs up in the air. Then feeling the impact of his huge body on the mattress. Each subtle bounce feeling like an earthquake given my current miniscule size.

But I had little time to worry about that, for soon I felt his warm thick fingers touching me. His right index and thumb around my base, while the left index was playing with my foreskin. Caressing the sensitive skin underneath the cover.

It made me squirm. Made me leak a bit from my slit.

Blood began to flow inside of me. I had no control over it. I didn't care. The feeling was incredible. My soft body was hardening under his grip and horny machinations. Pampering me with the rough and calloused touch from his hands.

"That's nice. All hard. You really like me small, huh? Every chance you get you make me small, and yourself big. Only fair we flip things around this time, don't you think?" he said, his voice make me vibrate slightly. It was so deep and rumbly...

I couldn't reply. But I throbbed as a form of agreement. Most of the time, when I transformed myself for my own enjoyment, I made myself a huge man. Either tall, or extremely muscular. Often both. I also always took the chance to shrink my cock, however. Never thought, until now, my cock may have an opinion on the subject too.

Still, I wouldn't be able to complain if I were always in its place. Being this small was so arousing… It made me so much sensitive to his touch. His hands felt so gigantic too. His palm could envelope me into darkness so easily, and I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

His index and thumb had continued stroking my penile body all this while. And I could feel we were close. Unlike most times, our united lust was working on both of us. He could feel my own excitement, while I felt his.

Cumming was imminent. Neither of us would have been able to stop it. Could anyone ever stop a double orgasm?

With a final shudder, I felt cum shooting through my slit. Ropes of warm white going up in the air. His fingers didn't stop, but they slowed. Pleasure overriding his control. His breathing had come to a still before resuming with a deep groan, or perhaps a moan.

Relaxation struck us both. My mind was empty, too full of pleasure to think of much else… everything was white and… I feel so sleepy…

Soon, I was soft. Shrinking into myself. And, although I didn't have eyes anymore, I felt as if I was closing them. Falling asleep while stuck as my own cock.

I knew I was going to enjoy the next month a lot.

"Sleep well, bro. I'll take care of you, in the same way you did for me all these years…" My former cock, now controlling my body, said. His voice slow and comforting. "I'll show you how fun is to be me... We'll be very happy, bro... So happy..."

“Ah, ah, honey. Only I get to decide when you get dicked down. Are you already desperate to give away your cock?” He pulled the phone away, like keeping a toy from a child. (Which was ironic, given that my muscled body had two inches and about 20 pounds on my more toned lover.)

“Yes, Razz, yes.” I couldn’t keep my voice from coming out breathy as I turned into his chest and held him. This app was a way hotter idea than I would’ve come up with. “Take an inch now! I’m not using it.”

The casual observer might have objected to that line. Razz’s little idea had me rock solid in my loose gym shorts, the tip of my (currently) above-average dick just sticking out and grazing the bottom of my tank top. But my man knew that I was more eager to see my length dwindling down than fuck anyone tonight.

“I’ll give you just a taste, love,” he said with a wink, and fiddled with his phone.

I gasped, not in surprise so much as lust, as my dick jolted and briefly contracted. I’d wager Razz only took about a half inch, knowing that teasing me would drive me wild. Just enough that my waistband could hide it once more.

I hastily reached for my pants, eager to rip them off and see my ever-so-slightly smaller package, but with a quick thought I instead looked beside me on the bed to Razz, eager to watch his changes. He had been chubbing up, so the size I gave him was lost in the process, but once he was hard I saw some girth and a bit of length had definitely been added.

Already horned up, the extra nudge from the app sent me over the edge easily. I rolled over and scooted around on the bed to dive into Razz’s crotch. Right away I was sucking his now 11-inch monster with little difficulty. If there’s one thing I’ve learned well, it’s accommodating many varied sizes.

As I bobbed up and down, I arched a fractionally-larger ass into the air. Razz, emboldened that I had taken so quickly to the app, decided not to wait any longer. He grabbed his phone and stole, with no warning, a full two inches of my prized cock.

The effects were astounding.

All at once, I felt a rush of sensory input. My primary focus was on the cock I was swirling in my skilled mouth, so I certainly noticed it surge beyond a foot in length, directly into the back of my throat. I moaned around it, grabbing at the growing base.

However, I also felt the thrill of my dick pulling into itself, contracting and sliding against the fabric to a rock solid 4.5 inches in length, shorter than I had been soft. I was now tenting my shorts instead of sticking up into the waistband.

As my hands reached toward my pants to feel the change, I found myself instead removing them, and reaching behind to play with my ass. This time the growth was substantial, and I already had a respectable bubble butt to start. My ass now was simply big, deserving of every “juicy” compliment it would be sure to earn. But even more to that point, when I plunged my fingers between the plump cheeks, I found my ass to be soaking wet.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Razz remarked as I pulled out my now-lubed fingers. “I see some of my secret additions are working too.” Cock still in mouth, I simply groaned in appreciation.

I glanced down at my dick, now that my shorts were out of the way. It was just like mine should be, but mini-size. My thighs looked absolutely amazing next to the smaller dick, too.

“I figured since you would be so desperate to be filled, you’d need a little help… accommodating me.” Razz caught my eye as I looked up at him. I hoped my look conveyed both how much I loved him, but also how hot this was to play out.

“You’re so sexy like this,” my lover said, reading my silent arousal. “Fucking whoring yourself out on my monster cock, leaving your own pitiful stick ignored.” Razz was fantastic at dirty talk, and it always got me riled up. He was right, the foot of meat I was swallowing was certainly a monster, and mine was truly pitiful in comparison.

I glanced down again at my shrunken dick, shivering with pleasure as I saw it jerking itself in place in time with my deep throating. I noticed my balls had shrunken a little as well, proportionally.

I reached back into my inflated ass, this time adding in a third finger as I loosened my now-sloppy hole. I moaned once more around Razz’s beautiful behemoth, unable to articulate more as I sucked and licked and worshipped it. I picked up the pace, and I reminded myself that I was pleasuring two and a half inches of my own cock, stolen by the man I loved. Plunging a fourth finger deep into my ass and shoving the massive dick down my throat, I lurched forward and pushed Razz and myself over the edge — him coming deeply into me, and myself barely dribbling over my own thigh. I felt more relief accepting his load than I did releasing my own.

I came down from my high, and extricated myself from Razz’s dick. I wiped my mouth in satisfaction and gave a dopey smile to my demonic lover. The cheeky smirk I saw on his face told me this little ride wasn’t quite over.

“So, what next?” I asked, ready to go again. My ass was still wet, and I was eager to try stretching it around Razz’s new cock.

“Well I’ve got to go set up your Tumblr since you always seem to get distracted halfway through,” Razz said as he stood up from the bed. “I’m sure you’ll find ways to pass the time.”

And with that, Razz walked out of our bedroom along with a third of my cock. What I had left softened to less than three inches as I sat up on my pumped-up ass. I marveled at my shrunken state, never really spending much time soft with a smaller dick in any of our previous sessions. It looked almost adorable nestled between my thick and powerful thighs, a stark contrast to my otherwise stereotypically masculine body.

Usually our transformation games have a definite beginning and end, but this time I wasn’t really sure when I’d be getting my length back. We usually toyed around with me going down to about this size, sometimes hard and sometimes staying pitifully soft, unable to even ejaculate. But by this point I’m used to Razz’s transformations, and I’m never anxious to end any particular fantasy, except when I have a new idea for the next one. I trust him completely, and we’ve always immediately ended anything I didn’t enjoy. (While I like the experience of changing to be drawn out, Razz can do things instantaneously when he needs to.)

After relaxing from that hot blow job, I wanted to check out my ass a little more. I had been so fixated on my smaller cock, I hadn’t realized that I had the perfect way to show off both — my jockstrap. As I slid the jet black fabric up my legs, I felt it settle into place around my engorged glutes. The pouch in front was comically under-filled compared to my more common 5-7 inch soft range. While my butt stretched the straps out, my 3-inch dick and smaller balls left only a subtle dent in the front.

After a few minutes of modeling myself and taking a few pictures, I changed into my favorite tiny pink thong. This one was designed with a mini-cock in mind. The thin strip of fabric slipped right between my pillowy cheeks as the tiny triangle in front acted as an appropriately-sized pouch. This fabric was thin enough to show every outline and shape of my package. I turned in the mirror to see how the back of the thong completely disappeared into my blown-up ass.

Right at that moment, I felt a shock. My eyes shot to my crotch and I watched in rapture as my little softie shrank further, down to two inches soft, where even in this ridiculous thong it was starting to get tough to see. Everything had gone with it proportionally — my balls had pulled tightly against my dwindling dick. Shit. I knew Razz would manage to surprise me again!

Immediately, I reached into my thong and realized, wildly enough, that it was the first time I was using my hands on my own cock in hours. I pumped my cocklet a few times, using just a few fingers to poke around in the fabric, until it hardened a bit and pushed to 3 inches long. Now that it was “stretching” the pouch once more, I could appreciate how small it had gotten. The sight drove me wild, knowing that Razz had now stolen 4 inches of my hard length. I abandoned the useless dick and dove for my bedside table, where I kept a handy dildo. “Be prepared” is the Scout’s motto, after all.

I was luckily able to use my own ass lube to get things going, after pushing the sopping wet string of the thong aside. In no time I was lying back on my bed, working the dildo into my hungry hole. I pounded in and out of my ever-growing ass, stimulating my prostate with the toy until I shuddered in a dry orgasm. Well, I say dry, but my self-lubing asshole was anything but.

I was basking in the afterglow, petting my still-hard cock (could I still call it a cock at this size?) through the thong, when I felt that familiar jolt. Excitedly, I looked down to my crotch to see how much more I’d lose. The tingling managed to take yet another inch in length, bringing me down to just two inches again, but this time while hard. I flushed in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment by seeing my “endowment” not able to make a respectable bulge in the tiny thong’s pouch. Men my size would usually stretch this thing right off their bodies, but my dicklet couldn’t even fill it.

The exhilaration of shrinking almost distracted me from my growing ass. But this time, my hole was positively quivering with need. I grabbed the messy dildo and slammed it back into my waiting hole. My hand pounded the dildo harder into my even-fatter ass as I had a lucid thought.

I realized, stupidly, that at that point Razz’s own cock must be truly monstrous. I was moaning and shaking with need on the bed, when my dick jolted down another half inch. There was barely a visible bulge at this point, and the thong is skin tight. I realized that the dildo was just a sad facsimile for what I really needed then. I needed Razz.

I left the dildo where it was so I wouldn’t be empty. My stupidly huge cheeks bulged around it, keeping it held in place. I laughed when I realized I still had the thong on, but I really loved seeing how this skin tight outfit showed off my dicklet. There was no mistaking exactly how little I was packing.

When I got up out of the bed, a shifting weight on my chest brought my attention to my pecs, which had apparently gotten bloated up along with my ass during one of the last transfers. I became distracted from my quest for Razz’s dick, and grabbed my engorged nipples, groaning at a sensation that rivaled stroking two dicks at once. (And my opinion on the matter should be trusted.) My nipples had really fattened and were even sticking out. Shit, my nipples could almost rival my cock nub, but that’s not much of a challenge.

As I twisted them together, I felt an indescribable pleasure at the same, delirious moment that Razz decided to take another half inch from my nub of a dick. My former glory could pass as a fold in the fabric of this thong as it dwindled down to a single inch. My ass bulged around the dildo, my tits pumped a bit more, and my urgent need for Razz finally put my legs into motion. I hurried down the hall, calling for my lover.

“Please, please fill me, Razz! I need your cock. My cock you stole from me. I need you to really fill me up!”

My brain was too addled by lust to string together anything more than begging. One of my hands was still teasing a nipple as I, at last, reached Razz.

His cock was beastly, looking around 10 inches soft, maybe a bit longer. And what was even more astounding was its massive girth and the low-hanging balls resting beneath. Razz was lounging proudly across our couch, still naked, with his half-stolen equipment trapped between his legs. When clearly it was made to fill my hole.

“Oh, honey,” Razz said, looking up from his phone as if he were just noticing that I had entered the room, as if he hadn’t heard my moaning pleas. “You’re covered up? I want to see what a pathetic nub you have left.” He winked, and my knees went weak even as he mocked my microscopic dick.

I quickly went over and joined him on the couch. As I crawled across his lean body, I dragged my beefy tits against his skin, once more teasing my nipples. I shook my ass and jostled the dildo around, bringing Razz’s attention to the toy.

“Ah, so this is what kept you from finding me sooner,” he said, as he removed the thong from around the dildo. He then grabbed the toy and pounded it into my ass a few times. “I thought I was going to have to take the whole thing to get you to come out here.”

At that idea, I came instantly. Well, the orgasm felt like coming, at least. My nub barely got out a drop of pre for the event, but my ass spasmed wildly against the dildo and my nipples felt like they were on fire.

“Let’s look at what you have left!” Razz announced, and we leaned apart.

I gaped at my crotch. I knew I had lost most of my length, but the one inch nub was truly tiny. I reached to grab it between my thumb and forefinger, and was surprised at how little I felt it.

“I redirected pretty much all of your pleasurable sensation elsewhere in your body.” He slammed the dildo home again and I saw stars.

I dove onto his mouth and kissed him passionately, while grinding my ass back against the fake cock he was still fucking me with. I broke from kissing him just a moment to whine “fill me for real”, unable to really enact any plan myself.

Razz, for his part, was deeply enjoying my obsessive state. He finally began to chub up, though his newly engorged tool took time to get fully hard. He started to grind into my crotch, his massive organ dwarfing my entire package.

I whined again, not caring about anything other than a real, actual cock in my leaking, needy, fucking desperate asshole.

Instead, Razz rolled us around on the couch so that I was laying back, the dildo momentarily left forgotten but still wedged in my ass. He leaned over me and grabbed yet another dildo off the table, a larger one that better approximated his new size. He put it into my hands without much further guidance, and then proceeded to blow my mind by sliding his huge dick against my chest, fucking my pecs-turned-bitch tits. I groaned in satisfaction, feeling around behind him to exchange the silicon dicks. My size donations had really beefed Razz’s dick up to a thrilling girth, so even though he was maybe two inches longer than before, it felt like a massive difference.

My eager hole might have been disappointed at the lack of real cock, but my tits were singing in bliss. As Razz fucked against my chest, pushing them from every angle, my nipples started to tingle. I then felt the bizarre sensation of my nipples leaking… lube? Yeah, it could only be lube. I looked up in wonder at Razz.

He simply grinned, and used his massive cock head to smear the lube around my chest, sliding his slick rod back and forth between my pecs. I couldn’t believe how sensitive my chest was — almost as if I actually was getting fucked. With every pass of his massive dick near my mouth, I would give it a quick lick. It began to leave more and more thick pre behind as Razz’s pace increased. I could feel his ball sack completely overlap my minuscule package as he dragged it back and forth along my crotch.

He reached behind himself, and grabbed the discarded dildo from before. With inhuman dexterity, he managed to continue fucking against my chest while also guiding the first dildo to my ass. My greedy hole was ready for any challenge to prove its mettle, and I grabbed the fake cock and joined it alongside its bigger brother. My wet hole stretched satisfyingly around both cocks, my fat cheeks squeezing the bases together.

As I drove the dildos into me, prepping myself for the real pounding to come, Razz grinded forward and lodged the head of his dick in my mouth. I worked my tongue all over his massive cock, fighting to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. He was positively flowing pre at this point, his engorged (stolen!) balls probably over-producing. The feeling of the length of his thick cock dragging against one of my nipples, while his nut sack covered my tiny dicklet like a blanket, alongside my DP-dildo hammering that was running on auto-pilot, caused me to orgasm yet again. My dick stayed more or less dry, but I gushed around the dildos crammed into my ass, squirted a fresh batch of lube from my nipples, and positively shook in pleasure. I couldn’t articulate anything more sophisticated than a satisfied moan.

Razz was holding out on his own orgasm for the grand finale. He pulled back and away. I was too dazed to give that any mind. I don’t think even Razz at his most teasing would have resisted fucking me at that point, as I was completely gone and certain to be useless until I got a good fucking out.

Right on cue, Razz pulled me up and turned me around, bringing my dildo-filled ass around to his huge, delicious, real, actual cock. He feigned carelessness as he reached in between my cheeks, pulled out the toys, and dropped them on the couch. Then he finally readied his glorious manhood. His dick was almost literally 50% mine at this point, as I glanced down at my pitiful, rock-solid one inch nub. He lined up with my well-stretched hole, and pushed in.

Bliss.

I know sex with Razz is always ecstasy, but the flavor is always unique. I can’t put into words the sensation of his massive tool widening me as much as two cocks had. He pushed in slowly but steadily, and I couldn’t believe there was more, inch after inch.

After an agonizing, tortuously delicious entry, I felt Razz, impossibly, bottom out against me. Usually his balls would be slapping into mine at this point, but my almost-nonexistent nut sack wasn’t coming close.

As my need grew, I felt myself lubing Razz up while he increased the pace. He reached around and started toying with my nipples, making them leak again.

“So baby, how do you like your new tits? They give off a special kind of milk that I find more practical.” Razz loved making it all the realer by saying it out loud. He reached down further to my crotch.

“You know, this baby dick isn’t even doing much for you any more, is it?”

“No!” I managed to wail between my heavy pants. “Take it! It’s yours!”

“You’re always so generous, Derek.”

Razz brought his cell phone around in front of me. He didn’t even stop fucking my ass as he expertly navigated the app. There it was. A percentage bar of how much cock Razz had stolen from me. By mass, Razz had taken 90% of my package. He simply tapped an arrow a few times, and changed that to 95%.

A change in five percent, from my current perspective, was half of what I had left. Enraptured, I watched my rock solid nub truly contract, shrinking down under half an inch long. My balls were completely gone. I was so caught up in my dick, I barely even noticed my tits swell and my ass push harder against Razz’s length.

“There. Look at you, honey,” Razz said as my last change came to a halt. “Almost completely cockless. Just a little useless nub.” I whined in pleasure. “You gave it all,” he grunted, “to me.”

And then I felt his dick jump in size. It didn’t feel proportional to the size he had just stolen, but I wasn’t about to complain when I felt that satisfying stretch.

“I guess you could say yours is still hard, but shit, it’s not even much of a dick at this point.” He grabbed at the nub, but there wasn’t a lot to hold onto.

I couldn’t really disagree. I couldn’t care less about my clit in terms of pleasure. I was milking everything I could out of Razz and I hadn’t even noticed my own hand had been playing with a nipple for who knows how long. Who needed a dick when I had these beefy tits or this sloppy cunt?

Fuck. Cunt? Did I really just call my pussy a cunt? Holy shit. Wait, did I think clit earlier?

Razz interrupted this train of thought. “So the last special change was a vocab mixup. I can undo it if you want.”

I considered it a moment, but figured what the hell and shook my head. “Though,” I tried to snark between his thrusts, “if you had wanted to fuck a pussy,” thrust, “you could’ve just given me one of those instead.”

“In the end, I just wanted to hear you insult your own pathetic nub.” Razz punctuated the thought with a particularly deep thrust. I moaned like the slut I was and pushed back into him.

“Yeah?” I asked. “Well I know this little clit is useless. Hell, it’s not even much of a clit. Why would I need something like that when I can just give it all to you and you can fuck me with it?”

“Oh?” Razz pretended to be surprised, and showed me the app again. “So why don’t you give me the rest of it? Your whole package. Since you aren’t using it.”

I grabbed both of my over-sensitive nipples and bounced on Razz’s monster cock. I hadn’t really thought about it, but feeling around on top of him he had to be over 14 inches long at this point. I felt proud knowing that my dick contributed to this masterpiece. I knew I needed a more fuckable ass, more fuckable titties, anything and everything I could get from giving away what little cock I had left. 5% really wasn’t that much to lose at this point, anyway.

“Yes, yes Razz. Take it all!” I dreamed of how it would feel.

“Oh no, babe. I won’t take it from you. You can give it and I’ll accept it, but you have to be the one to do it.” Razz knew me so well. Keep control away and then give it back to me right at the end, right when I really didn’t have a choice. I had to know the feeling, if not today then the next time we tried this fantasy. Even clear-headed I would’ve probably made the same decision.

I swiped over to my slider and dragged it down to 99%. I wanted to feel one last moment from both sides. I watched in pure pleasure as my nub pulled almost entirely into my body. I basically had a little miniature dickhead, and that was it. I knew it served no purpose whatsoever, but I still wanted to see what it would look like. Kind of adorable, really. And in another way, absolutely hilarious hidden in the expanse between my powerful thighs and defined waist.

As I looked up from my mini clit, I watched as my tits swelled even further outward. The sensitive and enlarged nipples that sat on them grew ever-so-slightly, and I could even feel their increased sensitivity. One hand shot from the phone to my nip, caressing the supple flesh that far surpassed the size of my nearly nonexistent dick. As I massaged, it began to leak more of the highly-effective lube.

Razz was completely ceaseless in the pounding of my fattened ass. It inflated ever-larger around his dick, which itself grew from my donation. It pushed just a little deeper and stretched just a little wider. I took a steadying breath as Razz pushed into me.

He reached, in jest, for his phone. “Done?” he quipped.

I grunted in panic, and grabbed the phone quickly. With my other hand I pressed against my penis — reduced from 7 full inches when hard, down to less than a dick head. I couldn’t even call it a proper clit. My touch, somehow, seemed to excite it a bit, and I felt a jolt that might have, at one point, passed for a come shot. It barely registered to me as an orgasm. I slid the bar down fully, and gave 100% of my package to Razz.

Razz does like the dramatics.

I was watching, ready to see what my nullified crotch would look like. I had openly talked about my tiny dick fantasies, but we hadn’t really discussed taking away the dick entirely. My only hangups about the idea came from fear about permanence. Fantasies are fun in moments of passion, but I don’t want to get caught actually hating a situation. Trusting Razz lets me experience the impossible, and then feel like a normal person the next day.

In this moment, I was not a normal person. Even given my already-ridiculous proportions, Razz must have decided that hitting 100% deserved a bit of a reward. For both parties. My “last bits” just seemed to count extra.

At first, I was elated to see my smooth crotch. Nothing there, no dick or balls or vagina or anything. It was completely taken away! And it was gifted back to me in the form of the cock slamming into my hungry, slutty cunt.

But elation fell to confused disappointment when my view was obscured. It took a moment to register that my swelling tits now blocked the view of my cockless crotch! I reached up to play with my nipples out of habit and immediately forgave them their intrusion. It felt too good to play with them, sliding around their slick mess.

I did drop one hand, though, and grab the smaller discarded dildo. My mouth was feeling annoyingly empty, and it seemed like it would fit.

All the while, my ass was not to be left out. The original transfers had begun the booty-swelling process, so by now my ass was completely impractical. It would actually take a monster cock like Razz’s to get enough dick into my hole. The round shape was perfectly maintained, probably defying a few laws of physics, or at least asking them to take a short break. The rush of pleasure caused a gush of lube around Razz’s massive tube.

Speaking of, Razz really did want to celebrate taking all of my manhood. His cock jumped wildly inside me, and he seemed to pull out forever before slamming back in. I would have to estimate the massive tool at over 16 inches, and it sure as fuck was solid as steel. I cannot begin to explain the pleasure of my pussy stretching around his growing manhood, knowing that I gave him that virility.

Razz reached around and grabbed the null area between my legs. Free real estate. It actually felt kind of pleasurable, like a phantom tickle I couldn’t reach. I could barely focus on it, though, given the frantic sucking I gave the dildo. I grabbed the larger dildo too and started rubbing it around my messy chest, fucking my tits with the toy.

Razz was clearly pleased with his handiwork. He had gotten an amazing session in and barely changed himself. His dick was bigger, but we had done that before. I was so desperate in my head, though, that I felt crazed. I crammed one dick in my mouth as I slid the other across both slick nipples, shuddering the whole time. Razz had adopted a wildly unpredictable tempo with my ass, which left spurts of lube shooting out around the tight seal. I found myself wishing I had more cock to give so I could be stuffed even fuller.

I rocked back and forth, and Razz started to moan in my ear. I knew he was finally getting close. He and I joined hands in rubbing my flat crotch, trying to stimulate what wasn’t there. Every bit of cock I had was attached to another man, fucking me nearly a foot and a half deep in my wet, stretched-out cunt. My whole torso was slick from the lube dripping from my milky tits.

“I’m there,” he groaned into my ear, shoving himself fully into me, unleashing a wild pleasure as he magicked up another two inches worth of cock to push me and himself over the edge. I dropped the dildo I had left in my mouth and moaned like the dirtiest whore, riding a shockwave of ecstasy as Razz’s 18 inches came deep, deep inside of me. He pumped more and more of our shared production into my eager pussy, and all I could do was beg for more and more.

I clearly couldn’t ejaculate in my state, but that didn’t hold me back from a powerful orgasm. My ass practically vibrated as it tried to milk Razz for everything he had. That alone felt like coming. I could feel his satisfaction as deeply as my own. My tits had nipples more sensitive that some dicks could ever be, and I gasped as Razz reached and grabbed one. He clearly wanted to play since he gave me these ridiculous things.

After a while of rocking back and forth together, we both came down from our high. He pulled out, but quickly replaced his hose with a butt plug to hold his load in place. I felt no need to complain, but Razz must have whisked away the hazy horniness that had clouded my thoughts for the past few hours. I felt a bit less overwhelmed by all the sensations, though it was jarring even to just be lying there with my odd form.

My muscled body did a fine job of supporting the added weight of my engorged pec-tits and my astounding ass. An ass which was managing to leak a little lube and come around the buttplug that wasn’t designed for my stretched out cunt. My nipples still dribbled a little come, and I felt that my tongue had even thickened slightly in my mouth throughout some part of the process. And nothing could beat the truly bizarre feeling of rubbing my thick thighs together and feeling absolutely nothing between them.

We arranged ourselves into a more comfortable cuddling position on the couch.

“Maybe next time,” Razz whispered in my ear, reaching around and rubbing my null crotch as he nestled his monster cock between my asscheeks, “I’ll put the app on your phone.”

The date had been a mistake. It was rather obvious: driving to meet a guy who lived in another city for a quick fuck didn't suggest Jake was sound of mind. Especially because the only real reason behind such an escapade was that the guy was really hot, as there wasn't any kind bond that went beyond mere lust.

And sure, Jake had more than enough time to go there without any issues. He was free! And he was young! Wasn't this the time of his life to do such reckless things? It may be so, but such a thought didn't make the shame feel any lesser.

The drive had been long. Hours long. Thus, Jake arrived tired and sweaty to the guy's apartment. His name was Atlas. Green eyes, curly light brown hair. Handsome and tall. Atlas looked like a dream come true.

Yet it was a dream that was merely hiding a nightmare behind a gorgeous exterior. Atlas became demanding and rude the moment he closed the door behind Jake. Which would have been okay if they had agreed to behave in such a way, as Jake was open to trying such things. But neither suggested that kind of role-play while they were messaging on the hook-up app.

Jake should have left then.

Of course, he didn't. Atlas being a controlling ill-mannered man didn't make him less hot at the end of the day. Jake told himself this was just a fuck, and then he could just forget the bad aspects of it. Let his cock win over logic. Denial for the win... Just this once, after such a long drive...

Given that Atlas was way more attractive the quieter he was, soon both men were making out. A mess of needy limbs at once mapping each other's bodies and taking off any clothes they found as they clumsily walked towards the bed. They gave each other wet, wild kisses. Atlas had a piercing on his tongue, and Jake was loving to play with it. Maybe this won't be so bad...

Jake shoved Atlas on the bed, taking a condom from his jeans with a flirty grin. Atlas crawled towards Jake, his dextrose hands handling Jake's belt expertly. With looks like that, of course Atlas had to be experienced, Jake thought to himself.

"You look so good down there," Jake said, as he opened the condom package while biting his lip with a sultry smile.

Atlas just did the same in response. Green eyes looking up, with a cocky and self-assured expression. Atlas licked his upper lip as he finished unbuckling Jake's pants.

Once he got Jake's jeans down, excitement grew on his face as he hooked his long fingers on the waistband of Jake's boxer briefs. A joy that soon vanished as Jake's cock finally bounced free.

"Is that it?" Atlas asked, moving back till he was sitting on the bed. "Expected you to be bigger. Was hoping you'd be bigger. I wouldn't have invited you otherwise! Ugh… Never mind, I'm horny. Let's get this over with. You are still hot enough for that, I guess."

Jake had enough self respect to leave at that moment.

Now, Jake didn't have a small cock. It was perfectly average. A bit over 5 inches long, uncut. Thicker than normal, which didn't do any favors on making it look longer than it was. It wasn't the kind of cock a top would sport on a porn film, but it was more than perfect for regular sex.

So far no one had complained to Jake before when he topped them. He even had an ex that told him he missed the sex with Jake the most out of their relationship. To which Jake didn't know if to be pleased or offended, so he didn't say anything to that.

The point was, even if he wasn't the owner of the biggest dick in the world, he didn't have a small one. And he knew how to use it well. Which was what counted, right? Even so, Atlas was acting as if Jake was small, when Jake was simply average.

At the end it was Atlas's loss. Jake may not be hung, but he knew he was hot. Over 6 foot, swimmer build, and well maintained thick dark hair. His face was also pleasant enough. Definitely good looking, although perhaps not the best for modeling. He had that boy next door kind of look, or so he had been told repeatedly. Hot, but approachable. Which was quite nice, all things considered. He was the safe kind of guy most liked, or at least were willing to give a chance sometime.

It simply was so annoying that he got all pent up only to be confronted by a rude size queen, and was now forced to drive back without even getting to fuck anyone. Or even cum. He could have jacked off, but where? The car? With his luck he may get caught by a cop. It would be the cherry on top to have to pay a fine over his ruined weekend.

He was still horny, though. It was all a shame, truthfully.

Things didn't get better as he drove back home, however. He ended up replacing his disappointed horniness for a ridiculously intense need to pee. Jake had just arrived back to his city, so he knew he had no chance of making it back home before he peed his pants.

He drove to the closest gas station he could find. It didn't look very nice, as it was old and a bit rundown, but it was decently clean and well maintained enough it didn't give him the creeps. He parked the car, and ran inside the store, his bladder desperation fueling his legs with a haste he didn't normally achieve.

Inside there was a cashier. A gangly teenager with a face full of pimples, braces and greasy hair. Next to him was a man of a similar age to Jake: mid to late twenties. He was handsomer than Atlas, which would have been a way to soothe the disillusionment the failed date caused. At least, if it wasn't because Jake was about to pee his pants. The handsome man had red hair, deep blue eyes and a stubble that accentuated his square jaw. He was classically handsome, like a movie star. He felt out of place on such an old gas station.

"Excuse me? I don't know if I need to buy something, but I really need to use the restroom," Jake said, with a desperate look on his eyes. "Can I? I'll buy anything afterwards, I promise. I don't know if you require me to, but I will, I swear. Please?"

The cashier looked at Jake with pity, then glanced at the handsome man, remaining quiet. The handsome man chuckled, directing a dreamy smile in Jake's direction.

At any other circumstance Jake would have swooned. Now he was too focused on regretting drinking so much water to be worried about Mr. McDreamy's smile.

"Don't worry, man. You can go. Don't need to buy a thing. See that door? That's the bathroom," The handsome man said, pointing at an old plain green door.

And there it was, the restroom's door! It may be old, with the paint cracking in some places. But for Jake it looked like the gates to Heaven.

"Thank you so much!" Jake replied, quickly bowing in thanks with joined palms, then bolting to the bathroom before any of the men could say anything.

He heard the handsome man's laugh as he closed the door behind himself.

Relief was immediate as he reached the nearest urinal, and did his due business. A grateful sigh leaving his lips. He had made it. He didn't even want to imagine what he would have done otherwise. Maybe not everything had to go wrong today.

Later, Jake was washing his hands when something got his attention from the reflection on the mirror in front of him. He turned slightly to look back at the real thing. From the corner of his eye he saw one stall door open on its own. Which was weird. No one was inside the stall. Although the one next to it seemed occupied.

Jake, out of curiosity, entered the stall. Maybe to check if there was anything unusual. But he believed he was just adding meaning to rather ordinary things and events. He whistled as he gave a look at the whole stall. It was clean, thankfully. Although full of scribbles and art that the owner surely didn't commission to decorate the place. Some of it was good, most of it obscene. Although, weirdly, all of it was gay. There was not a boob or pussy in sight.

Which was oddly comforting. Even if it was still rather tasteless and badly drawn art.

He was about to leave when he noticed it.

A glory hole. Jake had never seen one before. He knew about them, of course. Who didn't? Jake just was more familiar with the concept from bad erotica he read at 2 AM while jerking off than from any real world experience.

Now, he knew he wasn't the most responsible person. But normally he wouldn't entertain the thought to use a glory hole, especially on a place he had never been in before. After all, you never knew who could be on the other side. And while surely that was the whole point… you never can be too careful, can you? He could be reckless, but not stupid... Or so he hoped.

"I'm ready if you are, dude. I'm already on my knees," a man said from the next stall. The one Jake had seen was occupied.

Jake raised his eyebrows, biting his lip thoughtfully. He was tempted. Very tempted. Hadn't he gone on a drive to have sex? He was owed an orgasm. He needed an orgasm. This just wasn't what he had in mind.

He couldn't deny, however, that he was horny again.

"Alright," he muttered, giving up to lust and letting down the sensible part of his brain.

He felt his cheeks heating up as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and underwear just enough to free his cock. He was hard already. He gave it a couple of strokes to guarantee he was at full mast.

5 inches in all its average glory.

Speaking of glory, the inviting glory hole seemed to be at the perfect height for Jake to put his cock in. Which was surprising. He would have expected it to be a bit lower, given how much shorter the average man was compared to Jake. It was an irrational and silly thought, but it made him feel as if this was meant to happen. As if it had been waiting for Jake his entire life, and Jake just now became aware of it.

He introduced his cock on the hole, grunting as he pressed himself against the wall. It was almost too snug for his girthy dick, but fortunately he fitted into just fine.

"Nice cock, dude," said the guy from the other stall. "It so thick, man… almost makes me want to offer my ass instead of my mouth."

Jake said a polite thanks, in a low voice. He had a hard time accepting the compliment. Especially after what happened with Atlas. Which was maddening. Atlas had been an asshole, Jake knew he shouldn't take his words seriously. Jake knew perfectly well his value as a man wasn't dependent on the size of his cock.

Yet sometimes it was unavoidable to feel as if it did. If only it was a little bigger...

That's when he felt the other guy's tongue. Mostly the tip. Tasting, licking. Moving Jake's foreskin back patiently, carefully. Almost like a caress. Drawing a spiral around Jake's girth. A couple of kisses along his length. Following the line of a vein with a playful passing of the tongue.

Jake whimpered as he felt the warm breath around the tip of his cock. Then grunted as he felt the mouth finally enveloping his dick. The guy from the other stall was taking his time, and seemed to really know what he was doing.

Jake put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from moaning as the guy began increasing the pace.

His stall neighbor didn't seem to share his sense of shame, as he didn't conceal his enjoyment. Satisfied sounds came from his full mouth, matching the rhythm to which the guy moved along Jake's cock length. Wet, sloppy sounds. Jake could feel his whole cock imprisoned inside the stranger's mouth. It wasn't as good as fucking ass, but Jake would never complain about a blowjob.

Especially not one that felt this good. Was the guy on the other stall a professional? Or simply experienced? Jake couldn't continue his line of thought. The pleasure was too distracting for that…

With a whimper, Jake came undone. Thankful for the support of the stall wall as his knees felt weaker, as he was lost to momentary ecstasy. His eyes rolling back as his hands tried to grab the wall in front of them. Barely standing up at all.

Impossibly, he felt as his cock reached further inside the guy's mouth. How the glory hole suddenly felt too narrow before it returned to normal. If he didn't know better, he would have believed the hole expanded to make room. But that was ridiculous, right?

Plus, there wasn't a reason it would need more room. It wasn't as if Jake's cock grew from a moment to the other.

The other guy released Jake's softening cock with a pop. Then a chuckle.

"You really got a nice cock man, wonderful taste. You're welcome for the help."

What? What does that mean?

Jake was almost too dazed from the orgasm to ignore the strange words the guy just told him. But as he found himself unable to decipher what they could mean, Jake just shook his head. Sometimes people was weird, even if they had amazing blowjob skills.

Eventually Jake's breathing stabilized. Jake straightened his back, and looked down at his cock. Maybe it was the light, or maybe the high of being blown and praised by a stranger, but at that moment he couldn't understand who could be dissatisfied with his cock. It didn't look small at all. Not even now that it was soft.

For once Jake thought his cock didn't even look like it was five inches long. Jake could easily believe his cock was bigger if he didn't know better. Maybe Atlas was just a bitter asshole who wanted to humiliate him. Jake didn't have anything to be ashamed of.

With a sigh he put his pants back on, checking himself on the mirror to guarantee he looked decent. His face was all flushed, and his clothes were a bit of a mess. Although thankfully there wasn't any indecent spot on his pants. The guy at the stall had been thorough with his swallowing. After a deep breath, Jake left the restroom.

The handsome man from earlier gave him a knowing look. Had he heard what Jake had done on the stall? Jake got so embarrassed, he decided to just buy something as he had promised to do. Anything, it didn't matter. He took the nearest thing he found from a shelf without looking and put in front of the gangly cashier without even giving the product a glance.

The handsome man smiled at Jake while the cashier handled the purchase. Jake did notice the cashier raised his eyebrows after seeing the product, and he handsome man seemed amused. Jake still didn't look.

"Don't make yourself a stranger," the handsome man said, interrupting Jake's train of thought. "We always welcome good looking men such as yourself. Especially if they are in need. By the way, the name's Leland, what's yours?"

Jake gulped as the cashier gave him the paper bag with whatever Jake had purchased. With an awkward smile Jake introduced himself, then said goodbye.

He wanted to face palm himself from not getting the handsome man's number. Jake knew he would think about the man for days. Maybe even weeks.

Once on the safety of his car he opened the paper bag and realized he just bought a box of condoms. His eyes widened, before he laughed at the absurdity of it all. It was painfully ironic to purchase this after a failed fuck, and then cumming inside a stranger's mouth.

At least the journey hadn't been in vain as he had previously thought.

Bennet couldn’t believe his luck. He had heard rumors of a product that could not only make his dick bigger but more sensitive to boot, and now he had some! The stuff had set him back a pretty penny, but what’s a few dollars when dicks are on the line?

He ducked into his apartment, plopped down at the seat by his desk, and rifled through his backpack until he found what he was looking for – a single, black container like those used for creams or other such beauty products from the trendy boutiques. The carton even had a stylish logo featuring a winking, black-furred Shiba Inu. The cutesy cartoon mascot was flashing a cheesy thumbs-up and had a speech bubble beside it that read “Nice cock!”

“Ghost Dog Industries, huh?” Bennet murmured to himself as he inspected the label. He had never heard of the brand before, but they sure looked legit.

Bennet quickly scanned the directions. Nothing on the label looked too difficult. The steps were pretty straight forward.

1) apply the poultice directly to the penis and testes.

2) mold to the desired shape.

3) let poultice sit for at least half an hour to allow it to properly bond with the host organs.

4) Repeat application as necessary until desired size is achieved.

Warning: Do not exceed 4 ounces per application. Allow poultice to fully bond before engaging in penis-related activities. Excess friction before the product has fully bonded can cause the bonds to break down.

Bennet chuckled to himself at the mention of ‘penis-related activities’. No doubt they were talking about jacking off. That would definitely cause ‘excess friction’. The people who made this stuff definitely knew their intended audience.

With the legalese out of the way, Bennet pulled off his shirt and pants, kicked off his boxers, and plopped his bare ass down on desk chair. His dick was already rock hard in anticipation. If this stuff was half as good as it said on the label, waiting the full half-hour for it to set was going to be maddening!

Bennet unscrewed the lid, scooped up a glob of the goop and began to rub it along the length and girth of his rigid shaft. He even smeared some across his nuts as he did so. The stuff was thick like playdough, but as he spread it across his skin, it seemed to morph to match the look and feel of his cock and balls. In a matter of seconds, the stuff no longer looked like putty and instead matched the color and consistency of his own flesh. After another minute or so, the stuff had molded so well to the shape of his cock and balls that it looked like his cock had grown by a solid inch!

“Wow! Now that’s a nice cock!” Bennet said to himself. As he did so, his gaze drifted back to the mascot on the container. The cartoony dog seemed to be agreeing with him.

Bennet shifted his gaze away from the container and back to his dick. It looked so good at its new size.  

“I can’t wait to show this off!” Bennet said to himself. He shimmied his hips from side to side and watched as his now big dick wobbled to and fro.

“I should take some pics. I bet I could get a lot of followers with a piece like this! Man. What if I open an OnlyFans? I’ll pay off this putty in an afternoon!” Bennet laughed as he watched his wang wobble.

But even as he said this, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. His dick was ‘big’ but only just barely. He had only added an inch. His dick was painfully average before. Now it was just a bit above average. He had six inches and some change. His cock would need to be much bigger to really make waves.

Bennet may not have a massive cock, but he did have a nearly full container of Ghost Dog Dick Goo. By the time he finished the full case, he was sure to have a monster cock that would make even the biggest porn stars jealous.

Bennet chuckled to himself as he reached into the container and scooped up a heaping handful of the stuff. He began to spread it across his cock and balls, and once more, the stuff changed color and consistency to match his cock. Once more, after a few minutes of stroking and molding, Bennet was the proud owner of a seemingly enlarged cock!

Bennet could barely contain his giggles as he stared at his thick cock. His fat hog was nearly as thick as his wrist. It was nearly as long as his forearm. It had to be nearing ten inches. His huge nuts were closing in on the size of plums.

Not only did Bennet’s huge cock look great, but it felt amazing. His rigid dick shuddered and twitched with excitement. Pre oozed out the tip of his huge cock and dribbled down the front of his rigid shaft. His dick was so huge. It was so hot, but he hadn’t used all the gunk. He could still go bigger!

Bennet grabbed the container once more. As he did so, his gaze fell upon the mascot on the label. It didn’t look different, but it felt different. It was almost as if the logo was staring intently at Bennet as if silently egging him on. Bennet could almost hear the voice of the dog in the back of his mind. “Sure, you have a nice cock, but wouldn’t you like a great cock?”

Bennet found himself nodding along in agreement. He couldn’t stop now. He not only had the means to get bigger; he had the desire as well.

Bennet once more scooped a massive glob of the stuff out of the container and smeared it on his cock, but this time, he didn’t waste time molding it. He got it to stick to his dick enough to stay put and then grabbed another scoop, and another… and another… Soon, Bennet’s cock was coated in a smattering of thick clumps of flesh-textured dick-putty, and the container was completely empty. He then quickly sculpted the stuff to make sure the shape was correct before it had a chance to fully harden and set.

Bennet sat back in his chair and stared at his towering rod. His face was burning beet red at what he saw. His cock was beyond huge. It was massive! The enormous shaft was thicker than his arm. The tip of his rigid dick reached nearly his collar bone. His huge, grapefruit-sized nuts hung heavy in their sack.

Bennet’s eyes once more drifted towards the carton that the stuff had come in. He once more locked eyes with the cartoon mascot on the label. Once more, the mascot hadn’t changed, but somehow the vibes of it had. There was a glint in its eye that seemed both impish and excited. It’s little exclamation of “Nice cock!” felt less like a catchy slogan and more like an honest cheer.

Bennet glanced over at his nearby phone to check the time. It had been maybe twenty minutes since he applied the first layer, and maybe three since he had applied the most recent layer. In theory, he could get started exploring his new equipment in as little as ten minutes, but to be safe, he should let it sit for another thirty.

It was annoying, but he had invested a lot of money into this stuff. He could keep his hands off his cock for a half hour. That should be easy, right?

Bennet fired up his PC and began to aimlessly peruse social media. It seemed to be going well. His cock was so huge and so hard and so sensitive that he could never fully push it from his mind, but at least he was keeping his hands off of it. However, as the minutes stretched on, Bennet’s willpower began to crumble. An annoying mixture of boredom, annoyance, and excitement began to take hold, and as Bennet’s attention began to flag, his posture began to sag. He was soon slouching so far forward that his lips were scant millimeters from the tip of his massive, rigid, pre-drooling cock.

Bennet could feel his breath against his own cock. The heat and humidity of his own breath against his oversensitive cock sent a shiver down his spine and a shudder up his cock, and as his cock lurched with excitement, the tip of it slapped against his lips.

It felt so good. Bennet struggled with every fiber of his being to not just wrap his lips around his massive cock and begin sucking.

Bennet struggled against his own desires. He pulled his gaze away from his cock and glanced around the room for anything to take his mind off of his towering, overstimulated cock until he could come down from his need to cream. As he looked around, his gaze once more fell upon the container. The Shiba seemed to be staring at him intently as if it was watching to see if he would cave. The look in its eyes and the smile on its face seemed to be goading Bennet on.

“Nice cock!” the Shiba said, and it was a nice cock! It was such a nice cock that Bennet couldn’t resist anymore.

Bennet knew the instructions said to wait. He knew the stuff supposedly needed a half hour to set, but his cock looked so hot and he felt so horny! He needed to not just see his cock but feel it in action! He needed to cum!!

Bennet wrapped his hands around the thick shaft. His cock was so fat that he couldn’t fully wrap a hand around it. There was a solid inch or so gap between the tips of his thumb and fingers as they tried to wrap around the shuddering spire. His cock was so huge that there was more than enough room for him to grip his dick with both hands one on top of the other.

A shudder of excitement and arousal ran up Bennet’s spine the second his hands gripped his cock. On some level he knew that what he was grabbing was like 80% putty, but it looked and felt like a real cock. He could actually feel his hands gripping the shaft as if it was 100% natural! This stuff worked well!

Bennet pumped his fat cock with both hands. He stroked the beast like a man possessed. Even as his brain started to get fuzzy with arousal and excitement, even as sweat dripped down his brow, even as his breaths came out quicker and shorter, he did not slow his strokes. It wasn’t until he leaned back and cried in orgasmic bliss did his hands leave his cock.

Bennet slumped back in his chair. He watched in orgasm-addled awe as huge, thick ropes of cum erupted from his massive cock. He came again and again. Each rope seemingly as thick as the last. This stuff really did work! It was not just an illusion. How else was he cumming literal buckets?

Eventually, however, Bennet’s shots tapered off…

Bennet continued to slump back in his seat. He gasped for breath as he struggled to come down from the most intense climax of his life, but even as he hovered on the verge of unconsciousness, his eyes continued to stare at his massive, rigid shaft. For a moment, he wondered if it would ever begin to deflate, but after a moment, he could see that it was visibly beginning to soften…

However…

Bennet tilted his head curiously. His thoughts were still scrambled. His brain was running on auxiliary power, but even in his post-nut stupor, he could tell that something was off.

His cock wasn’t deflating. It wasn’t even what he would call ‘drooping’. It was… sagging? He continued to watch curiously as the texture of his cock became wet and waxy. Rivulets of flesh-colored putty began to roll down the shaft giving his fat hog a melting-candle-like appearance.

For a split second, Bennet panicked. Was his cock melting?

But of course, that was ridiculous, and as more and more of the schlong sloughed off, Bennet began to see bits of solid cock poking through the layer of melting putty. Soon, the entire outer layer of putty had melted away leaving Bennet with a smaller – but still impressively large – rigid cock.

“Wow…” Bennet murmured to himself. Was this normal? Was this a result of him not waiting for it to set before jerking it? Was this a side-effect of doing multiple layers at once? It was with these thoughts swirling in his head that Bennet’s gaze fell upon the mascot once more. The cartoony creature’s cheesy thumbs up seemed to say that this was fine. He shouldn’t worry.

Whatever the case, it seemed like Bennet’s cock size had stabilized. He was now sporting an impressive rod that would look right at home at a porn shoot. His dick was as long as his forearm and every bit as thick and was capped off with two impressively hefty, plum-sized testes.

Bennet’s cock was smaller than it was a moment ago, but it was still impressively huge. More importantly, however, was how incredibly sensitive it was. His cock was so sensitive that he could feel the breeze on his dick from the overhead ceiling fan. Even just the air on his massive, shuddering, pre-drooling cock made his dick lurch with delight.

He had just cum so much, but he was still cocked, locked, and ready to rock. He could easily go another round, but given what had just happened, he couldn’t help but wonder if that was a good idea. Logically, he should wait. He had jerked it before giving the compound time to settle, and look where that got him. His dick had downsized by handful of inches.

Granted… his cock was still much larger than when he started, and the cock was incredibly sensitive, and he was horny as hell…

It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford a few more inches. He could halve his current size and still be bigger than when he started. Besides, this was a great chance to experiment. Worst case scenario, he ends up back to his former size. He’ll have to save up to buy another case of this stuff, but that would be more of a setback than anything.

Although, really, these internal debates didn’t mean much. Even as he tried to justify and rationalize his actions, his hands were already wrapped around his fat cock and happily stroking away. His cock felt so good. It felt so thick in his hands. His huge, heavy nuts felt so good swinging heavily between his thighs which each pump.

With each stroke a shudder of excitement ran up his spine and a lurch of delight arced through his cock. It wasn’t long at all before his whole body was trembling in anticipation of what was sure to be a massive, messy climax. Bennet let out a contented moan as once more ropes of jizz erupted from his cock. Once more, he came rope after rope. The thick, sticky spurts splattered across his desk and the floor at his feet, and just like before, when he was finally spent, his dick began to sag and soften.

Bennet watched in fascination as his cock once more began to melt away. He was so groggy from his climax and a bit giddy from the afterglow, so it was hard for him to get worried. He had seen this before, so the initial shock was no longer there, but he was kind of curious. Apparently, the lower layers hadn’t solidified yet. At this rate, he really was going to need to buy another batch.

When the outer layer finally finishing dripping away, Bennet stared at his newly reduced dick. It was… fine. It was a bit bigger than he started with, which was nice, but it was hardly what he would call massive. It was a solid hog. It was the upper end of what one would call a Boyfriend Cock but nowhere near what one would call a big dick.

Once again, Bennet was still rock hard. Once again, Bennet’s dick felt even more sensitive than before. Once again, Bennet was horny all over again. He had just cum so many times! How was he still so turned on!?

Clearly, this was a side-effect of the putty or poultice or whatever it was called. Clearly this was a result of the extreme hypersensitivity of his dwindled dick. There was no part of him that was actually kind of enjoying watching his dick dwindle. That would just be silly. After all, he had broken the bank specifically trying to grow his cock!

And yet… it wasn’t a bad look. Even the mascot seemed to agree. It was still smiling reassuringly as it flashed a cheesy thumbs up.

Sure, it wasn’t impressively huge. Nor was it impressively small. It was a slight upgrade from what he started with. That had to count for something, right? Although… It was hardly an upgrade worth the money he had sunk into the stuff, but that was probably his own fault for not following instructions. He’d need another batch to get the desires permanent results.

Bennet chuckled to himself at the thought. He had already committed to doing another dose, huh? Well… since he was already going to take a mulligan on this experiment, there was nothing stopping him from enjoying another go with his overstimulated dick, right? His dick was sure to shrink again, but that was just going to put him back where he started.

Once again, even as Bennet went through the mental calculus and argued with himself, his hands were already working his dick.

It was an interesting feeling. His hands didn’t fully fit on the shaft. Sure, he could get one on there just fine, but after all the space he had during the previous two sessions, the lack of real estate had him feeling oddly claustrophobic. The way his hands had to bump against each other for him to stroke his dick two-handed was uncomfortable. It was almost a good thing that he’d only need the one hand after his next downsizing.

Bennet tensed. He gasped, sucking in air sharply as he did so.

What the fuck was that!? Why was he thinking about the next downsizing? He was only going back to his old size! He wasn’t going to get that much smaller!

Bennet couldn’t continue that train of thought. His dick lurched hard and a spray of jizz erupted from his cock. He had cum so fast this time! It made sense in a way. His cock got more sensitive each time it shrank. At this rate, he was going to have a hair trigger by the time he was done.

Once again, Bennet was taken aback by his own brain. It almost sounded like he was excited to get smaller. It was almost like he was enjoying the shrinkage as much as he was enjoying the heightened sensitivity!

Bennet grumbled and quietly chastised himself as he watched his dick deflate once more. He couldn’t believe he had just blown rope while thinking of shrinking. It made it seem like the thought of his cock shrinking is what made him cum! It wasn’t even going to shrink by that much. He was just going back to his starting size. He was acting like he was going to lose a lot of mass. Sure… he had lost a lot of mass in the prior two climaxes, but that was all temporary size he gained from the gunk he put on his junk.

And yet… even as Bennet tried to tell himself that this was a zero-sum game and that he was in no way into the thought of his dick shrinking, a gnawing pit of dread began to form in the depths of his stomach. He could feel the pit growing and growing as the gooey outer layer dripped away from his cock once more.

This was wrong. This was too much. He couldn’t even see his new “base” size yet and his dick was still shedding mass. There was too much of his cock size melting away and splattering onto the floor at his feet. This wasn’t right!

As the last of the goop dripped away, Bennet could only sit there and stare on in silent fascination and awe at his newly reduced dick.

It was smaller than before.

It was smaller than it was before he had used the putty.

This didn’t make sense. This shouldn’t be physically possible. He shouldn’t be able to lose this much. After all, his original cock was all-natural flesh and blood. It wasn’t made out of putty or paste or whatever that stuff he had smeared on it was made out of. It shouldn’t be possible for it to melt away!

And yet… the proof was in the penis, as they say.

He had had a respectable five inches at the start of the day. Now, he’d be lucky to have four. His cock was officially small.

So, he had a small cock… now what? As he weighed his options, he could feel that sense of dread hanging heavier in his gut. The anxiety was welling inside of him, but even as his fear grew, his cock remained as rock hard as ever.

It wasn’t just that his cock was overly sensitive. Some part of him was into it, and that’s what scared him.

‘I can’t really be turned on by having a small cock, can I?’ Bennet silently asked himself.

He glanced over at the label as if looking for some validation. Of course, that was silly. Why would he need a label’s validation? It wasn’t like the cartoon dog could react to him let alone agree with him, and yet… the expression on the mascot seemed different. It didn’t look different, but it felt different. The dog’s smile felt patronizing, and its slogan of “nice cock,” felt similarly sarcastic.

“I didn’t ask you,” Bennet grumbled and turned away from the container in a huff. Still, the question echoed in his mind. He wasn’t really turned on by having a small cock, was he?

Bennit didn’t want to admit it. In fact, he refused to admit it, but try as he might to deny it, his little cock shuddered excitedly at the mere thought.

His hand reached towards his dick. His fingers wrapped around the shuddering shaft.

Don’t do this. Leave it be. Let the putty settle in.

Yet, even as these thoughts emanated from the sane part of his mind, his hand began to stroke his shuddering, shrunken cock. This was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea, but the horny part of his brain was driving, and it was driving stick.

It was hard to believe that just a moment ago, Bennet had such a massive hog that he could easily get two hands around it. Now, his cock was so short he couldn’t even effectively get one hand around it. If he fully gripped his cock, the tip would only barely stick past his palm leaving him no room to stroke. Instead, he gripped his reduced rod between his thumb and his three central fingers. He had to leave his pinky extended as if he was daintily holding a tea cup at a fancy gathering.

Bennet could feel the dread gripping his gut even harder as his cock bucked and lurched with glee. He was so close. He was right on the verge of cumming. Some voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to resist. It pleaded with him to keep his load down, but he was so horny and his cock felt so good…

Bennet let out a low moan. His cock lurched between his fingers. A spray of jizz shot forth from his cock.

It felt so good. It seemed the smaller his cock got, the more intense his cum shots were and the more pleasurable his climaxes were.

Bennet chuckled softly to himself – partially because he felt so good from the last climax and partially because a strange sense of relief had just washed over him. There was a certain satisfaction in giving up and giving in. He knew his cock was going to be even smaller after this, and honestly, he was excited to see it.

As Bennet lay slumped back in his chair, he watched the outer layer of his cock cascade away. Once more, he felt that dread begin to well up deep in his gut, but this time, it barely got off the ground. He knew what he was doing. He knew what was happening. He knew it was wholly his fault, and that somehow made it all so much hotter.

Bennet’s gaze was fixated on his cock as the size sloughed off, and yet… he was vaguely aware of some motion on the periphery of his vision. He didn’t dare pull his eyes off his cock. He was determined to watch it as it shrank, but he could sense the mascot watching his dick dwindle. Bennet could practically hear the thing chuckling at him, and as Bennet’s cock continued to shrink, the Shiba’s thumbs up shifted into a familiar, mocking hand gesture. The mascot’s thumb and forefinger were now held close together to indicate what it thought of Bennet’s now miniatured rod.

Bennet’s heart pounded in his chest and his breath caught in his lungs as he watched the goo slough off his schlong. As the putty dripped away so too did the mass of his cock, and by the time his dick finishing dwindling, he was left the proud owner of the tiniest cock he had ever seen on an adult male.

‘Micropenis’ didn’t do it justice. It was probably smaller than it was even when he was born. Granted, Bennet had no memory of his size back then, and he wasn’t even sure if it was possible to sport a boner at that age, but the nubbin he was sporting seemed impossibly small. It was smaller than his thumb! It was rock hard and only maybe an inch and some change! It was only a hair thicker than his pinky finger! To make matter worse… (or better?) his tiny dicklet was capped off with a pair of nuts that were each around the size of macadamias. They were packed so tight into his scrotum that his entire sack was about as large as a cherry!

Fuck. His dick was tiny. It was too tiny! He should have stopped a few shots ago! At least then, he had a cock that was above average. Hell, he could have even stopped last time and had a dick that was just a bit below average. Now, he had this! His cock was pathetically tiny! What could he even do with a dick this size!?

The answer, of course, was stroke it.

Bennet’s heart pounded harder in his chest. It was so small already. Even if it was hot as hell, this was too small! If he came again, there’d be next to nothing left of it!

… But there would be something left of it, right? It didn’t matter how small it got, he’d just grow it back when he got another case of the cream. In the meantime, he got to enjoy seeing how cute and sexy his tiny dicklet would look when it got even smaller.

Bennet’s body trembled. His dick lurched with delight. He hadn’t even touched it yet, and he felt like he was about to cream. His cock was lurching so hard that he worried it would wiggle right out of his grip as he tried to wrap his fingers around it.

His cock didn’t actively try to escape, but it didn’t need to. It was so small that Bennet couldn’t wrap his hand around it. The best he could do was pinch the shrunken shaft between his thumb and forefinger.

Just feeling how huge his fingertips felt against his shaft sent a lurch of delight through his cock. God, it was so tiny. It was so hot. He needed to see it get smaller. He needed to feel it getting smaller.

Bennet let out a loud, low guttural moan as another spurt of spunk erupted from his shrunken cock. It had felt so huge. The climax had felt so powerful, and yet… he could feel the warm cum dripping down his knuckles. There was only a few droplets of it. It was a big load given the size of his nuts, but his nuts were just so small that even a huge load was meager at best.

Bennet raised his hand to his face and chuckled to himself as he admired the rivulets of jizz cascading down his hand. One good thing about having a tiny cock was it made clean up super easy. Although, there were other aspects about having a tiny little dicklet that he liked even more than that – the look. The feel. Just thinking about it made what was left of his dick lurch with delight.

Bennet glanced groggily down at the nearly vacant expanse of his crotch. What he saw fascinated and excited him. His dick was beyond tiny. His ballsack was barely bigger than a zit. His cock wasn’t even as long as the uppermost segment of his pinky and was only as thick as a coffee stirrer.

That was enough. That had to be enough. Any more and he wouldn’t even be able to see it anymore, and where was the fun in that?

And yet, even has he tried to convince himself to stop, his hand drifted towards his crotch.

There was nothing there to ‘stroke’ in the traditional sense. There was no way he could get his fingers around his tiny tadger. Instead, he just rubbed his nubbin beneath his fingertip.

Bennet was hit with waves of conflicting thoughts. His cock was so tiny that his entire package – cock, balls, and all – could be completely eclipsed by his fingertip. That was insane, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt.

It was as Bennet was thinking this that he felt a warm, wet bead against his fingertip. He had cum again.

Bennet pulled his hand back and marveled at the small dollop of dick juice that clung to his fingertip. The amount of gunk on his fingertip was too much to be jizz. It had to be mostly putty-fied cock flesh.

Bennet glanced down at the tiny lump of clay-like cock that rested on the mostly vacant expanse of his crotch. Unlike previous times, the stuff didn’t seem to be dripping away. Probably, because it lacked the mass to overcome the inertia and friction of his skin.

Bennet shrugged and shook his head. He reached down, and with one quick swipe of his thumb, wiped away the remaining goop.

It felt weird. It felt weird in that it didn’t feel like much of anything. It felt the same as if he had wiped away a stray dollop of sunscreen off his thigh.

Bennet doubled over in his seat and stared at his crotch. It looked empty. It felt empty.

He couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t accept that. He dug his fingertips into the skin of his crotch as if giving himself a deep tissue massage, but he couldn’t feel or find anything!

It wasn’t like his dick was just too small to see. If that were the case, he should still be able to feel it lurch or twitch. He should be able to feel his nuts tense in their sack, but he felt nothing. There was nothing there!

He jumped up from his seat and grabbed the container that the putty had come in. His eyes feverishly scanned line after line of text for any sign of a solution. Eventually, he found a small byline in the fine print.

“Product requires a penis to be effective. It is impossible to enlarge something that does not exist.”

In record time, Jake had reached the gas station. He may have drove some red lights, but fortunately nothing happened and no cop saw him do it. His recklessness, although not entirely unfamiliar, was at the very least upsetting.

Why was he so drawn to this mystery? To the magic? Reason argued, almost begged, to go away. To not seek the Glory Hole and whatever sorcery it possessed. Shouldn't he be glad? He was now hung, by all measures. He hadn't even had any sex yet. To see if two inches more of dick were actually as important many had made it seem…

But… Jake hated to admit it, but he wanted to be bigger. Atlas, the rude guy who had shown disappointment for Jake's formerly average cock, was merely an addition to an ever growing list of men. Indeed, Jake loved to be a top, but despite enjoying plenty of success when it came to hook ups… There had been plenty of disillusionment coming from potential lovers when they saw Jake's cock.

Thus, Jake had wished, even if he wasn't aware of it, to have a bigger cock. A beautiful massive hog. Even something completely impractical, something so huge it may as well force Jake to be a bottom, for no man could take such enormity of a cock.

He left his car. Jake had had enough sense to park as it was proper, although barely. He was almost running when he entered the gas station.

Unlike yesterday, there was more people, browsing around the products offered. It wasn't full, but the space was small enough it was rather busy. Jake, being a big guy, was going to struggle to move around all these people.

Annoyed, he grunted. He began moving, trying to reach the restroom. Patience growing smaller and smaller with each step. There was so much people! Why? It was as rundown as it had been yesterday. Yet it was full.

Jake ended up using his bulk to make way. Complaints from others came and went, but he ignored them all. They didn't ignore him, however, so he was eventually pushed away from the restroom's door.

He ended up on the clerk's desk. It was the same teenager as yesterday. But his expression, instead of sympathetic, it was rather of a curious amusement.

"Back so soon?" the teenager asked, looking around at the vexed customers that were giving mean looks at Jake's back. "The boss ain't here, if that's why you came. He's supposed to arrive a while later, though."

"The boss?" Jake repeated. "You mean Leland? So he's your boss? I didn't… I wasn't sure… Never mind. Since he's not here, I don't see the point… Ugh. Er… May I use the restroom again?"

The teenager smiled. It was a strange smile, but Jake didn't pay attention. He was barely looking at the clerk.

"It's free to use, man. But I'd advice you against it. Trust me."

Jake didn't listen. Fortunately he didn't push anyone nor was he pushed on the way to the bathroom. He was walking fast, giving long steps. Leaning forward as a man possessed.

"And by the way, yeah! Leland's my boss' name, man!" the clerk yelled, as Jake finally opened the old green door of the restroom.

For the first time since he had left his home, Jake allowed himself to deeply breathe.

It was hard to believe this place held magic of any kind. Linoleum floor, on a chess board pattern composed by beige and green. The furniture looked to be at least from the 1980s. Too brown, too simplistic on its lines. Boring. Fortunately the place was clean. It didn't even smell bad. It seemed the place had been cleaned recently, due to the smell.

Jake passed a hand through his dark hair. Inhale, exhale. This was the moment of truth.

He remembered the stall. How could he ever forget? It was but yesterday when it happened. It felt, at once, as such a remote memory as well as a truly close one. He stood in front of the door. Unlike yesterday, it was closed. And it wasn't opening on its own.

Breathe, Jake, breathe… He reminded himself. His hand went to open the stall, but he was almost touching the door when he stopped. What if there was someone else inside? He decided it didn't matter, and tried to open anyway.

The door didn't budge. And it didn't open.

"Occupied," a voice said, from the other side. Jake didn't recognize it.

A moment of silence passed. Jake thought about apologizing, but decided against it. The whole thing was too awkward already, wasn't it? Apologizing was going to make things worse.

Then, the stall door opened invitingly. Well, not exactly. The stall in front of Jake remained closed. The correct stall, in Jake's mind. The one at the end, at the corner of the room. While the one that opened now was the one next to it. The one which, yesterday, hosted the guy who had given Jake a blowjob.

Well, glory holes go two ways, don't they?

Jake entered the stall. Certainly, it wasn't the one where he had been yesterday. Strangely, this one didn't have any obscene art. It was unpolluted. Immaculate. The walls bare of any writing, of any drawing. As if the stall was somehow brand new, despite looking as old as the other stalls otherwise.

The only weird thing, the only thing that didn't belong, was the hard cock coming from the Glory Hole.

With a gulp, Jake knelt. This wasn't what he was expecting, nor was this something hr would normally do, but… it felt right. Which unsettled him. He wasn't the guy who got on his knees for anyone. He was a top, strictly. He had never bottomed. Never gotten on his knees for another man.

Until today, it seemed. His mouth was salivating. His eyes unable to escape the rigid dick in front of him.

"It's okay, dude. Take your time," said the man from the other stall, the same who had said the stall was occupied. "Both of us should enjoy."

Jake didn't reply. He couldn't. As the other man was speaking, Jake found himself opening and filling his mouth with the stranger's cock. It wasn't anything impressive. 4 inches at most, and rather skinny. Jake knew that was going to change soon, which excited him.

And this guy would benefit from extra two inches more than Jake would and did. The stranger's cock was small, while Jake used to be average. Jake's growth was merely luxury, while the stranger was improving a situation most men would want to see remedied.

Jake began to play with his tongue. The guy was cut, so there wasn't any foreskin to tease. But, since the cock was merely 4 inches, it did fit inside Jake's mouth without much issue. Jake tasted the stranger's precum with curiosity. He licked it clean, making the stranger tremble.

"So good, dude, keep whatever you're doing. I'm so close," the guy on the other stall said.

And soon, too soon for what Jake was hoping, the stranger came. Initially Jake wanted to move away, suddenly uncomfortable with the idea of swallowing a stranger's cum, but he realized too late what was happening. He almost choked at first, but quickly accepted his fate, and swallowed it all. Although his throat burned slightly for a tiny bit, given the struggle.

It didn't help that the stranger's cock grew inside Jake's mouth while everything was happening. He almost choked again merely from the extra length reaching further inside. Thankfully, the guy was moving away already.

"Thanks, dude," the stranger said.

Jake stayed there. On his knees. He didn't understand why he had agreed to suck another guy's cock. Although it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. Underwhelming, perhaps. The guy had come so quickly…

Jake shook his head. Thinking about standing up, when he heard the neighboring stall's door open and close again. Following that, a zipper being pulled down.

Before Jake could react, there was another cock in front of him. The hole was now higher on the wall. Jake hadn't seen it move, but was sure of it.

The new cock was very different from the first one. This was was uncut, curving upwards. Dark. Skinnier at the root, and thicker at the tip. It also had a decent size, maybe 6 inches and a half, almost seven. Jake almost wondered why a guy with such a cock would want to grow it more, but the hypocrisy was too much for him to remain unaware.

"Is someone there?" the new man asked.

His voice was deeper. Raspier. Older than the previous man. Jake looked at the hole, and could see a few gray hairs slipping through the opening.

He had never been with someone that much older. Nor had he imagined ever blowing such a man. But this whole day was about doing things he had never even considered doing, so why not?

"Yeah. I… I am here," Jake said, his voice awkward, to his own displeasure.

"You wanna do this, right, boy?" the older man asked. "You shouldn't feel pressured. This ain't 'bout my pleasure alone, boy. It's' bout ours."

Jake felt bad. He didn't want to ruin this for another guy. After a deep breath, he licked the older man's cock. From base to tip.

"No one's forcing me, if that's what you were afraid of," Jake said. "I can do it. I'll do it. I just needed to get my bearings. I'm not used to doing this, that's all."

And so, Jake began sucking. It tasted different to the previous guy, but not bad. Jake had to adapt his posture, the way his tongue and jaw moved, compared to the previous guy. The older man was taller, and his dick was bigger in most ways.

This time, he let himself enjoy it. The first time he had been too focused on the weirdness of the experience, and not so much on what pleasure could be drawn from it. Evidently, Jake would have preferred to be the one standing on the other stall, but this wasn't terrible at all.

The older man was more vocal than the previous guy. He was moaning, his rumbling voice making Jake's chest vibrate.

At last, with a final turn of the tongue, the older man was unable to contain himself. His cock shoot cum directly to Jake's throat. And Jake, despite his enjoyment, was moving away as the older man's cock expanded inside his mouth.

Jake had almost thrown himself to the opposite wall, panting. The older man's cock was almost nine inches long now! An absolute monstrosity of a dick. Jake wondered how big his own cock was going to be after this.

"Thanks, boy," the older man said, clearly recovering his breath.

Jake was about to stand, trying to be quick to get on the other stall. After all, he didn't know how the magic worked. He hoped his cock had grown larger. But, as fun as sucking cock had ended up being, he still preferred be the one who is being blown.

Unfortunately, before he even got to try to leave the stall, a new cock appeared through the Glory Hole. Jake raised his brows, not knowing if to laugh or if to despair. His mouth was sore, damn it!

Still, there was something about that cock… He felt so drawn to it…

It was big. Ridiculously so. The kind of schlong that belongs only in porn. It wasn't fair, nor believable, that it was real. A conservative, and probably wrong, estimation would say it was about 11 inches. But Jake wouldn't be surprised if it was a foot long.

Why would a guy such as him need something bigger? Jake thought. Although he knew what kind of guy would. He also would love to be so hung. Even if just to try it. Once. Only once…

It was so hard to believe it was real. Yet, there it was, in front of his eyez. Jake could almost feel it's warmth on his skin, despite the distance. He licked his lips, and ended up on his knees once more.

As he got closer, he noticed a few pubic hairs stuck on the hole. Red hairs. Could it be? Jake didn't hold his hopes up, just in case. Although his heart began beating faster.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" A familiar voice said softly. "You still have a chance. Or so I hope."

A chance for what? Jake almost asked. But his inquiry was soon forgotten. It was Leland! It had to be. He would recognize that voice anywhere… There was no way he would miss this chance! None, none whatsoever!

"I wanna do it," Jake said, trying to not sound too lovestruck. "I don't think I'll regret it. Not if you're who I believe you are."

A chuckle. Jake's heart raced.

"Suit yourself. But I did warn you".

Jake wasn't listening. As pleasant, as harmonious, and low, and smooth as Leland's voice was, Jake didn't listen. He didn't care for the meaning of his words. No. He had found something even more fascinating. That huge piece of dick. A temptation, beautiful and terrible, one that Jake wanted in every way. To suck it. To be fucked by it. Or even to possess it. To make it his and his alone.

First, a kiss. A myriad of kisses. From base to tip, from tip to root. Leland didn't say a word, but Jake was positive Leland had smiled. Invigorated, Jake swapped his lips for his tongue, and kisses for a long teasing lick. Making extra sure to move the foreskin alongside his tongue trail, then let the foreskin retract to where it was before by retiring his tongue unexpectedly.

Jake smelled Leland's cock, as he went back to kissing it. It was a glorious scent. At once manly and clean. It suited a man such as Leland: in control, pristine of appearance and character.

A shudder. How difficult it was to control himself. If he wasn't careful, Jake knew he could lose himself.

Perhaps it was already too late.

He opened his mouth. Soreness gone as if it never had arrived. The tip of his tongue teased the cock head. The dick throbbed, and Jake smiled for a second, before opening his mouth wide.

Leland was hung, alright. Jake knew he wouldn't be able to take it in its entirety. As much as his body demanded him to try. No, it was simply too massive for any human being to conquer. Which perhaps made it even more enticing than it already was.

"Take it slow. Wouldn't want you to hurt your pretty mouth," Leland said, from across the stall's wall.

How unfair! Leland seemed unaffected. His voice perfectly in control. His respiration steady, regular. Yet… His tone was at once teasing and tender.0

And for once, Jake obeyed. He went slow. As slow as he could. Wanting to drive Leland as mad as Leland already was making him. Exploring Leland's length as if it were a map he had to memorize. The ridges caused by every vein had to be learned as an explorer would study about hills, mountains and rivers of a region.

How ardent was Jake's wish to see Leland's face! To look at those blue eyes that had so lovingly haunted Jake's mind since yesterday…

"Last chance, Jake," Leland said, voice accelerating slightly with each word. "I'm going to cum. You should leave unless…"

Jake didn't let him finish. He tried to get as much of Leland's cock inside his mouth, even if he almost choked himself. He redoubled his efforts on pleasing the red head; wanting, needing to make Leland squirm in pleasure and want.

"Fuck! I…" Leland said, voice finally revealing the vulnerability of his orgasm. "I tried to warn you…"

Jake was too focused on swallowing Leland's cum to care about his lamentations. The taste was incredible. Different than the previous two men. Thicker in consistency, slightly sweet yet keeping some saltiness at the end that reinforced the earlier sweetness. A final prize Jake gleefully received.

Jake had leaned back, not wanting his mouth to be impaled by Leland's growing schlong. It was so huge! Easily longer than a foot. Jake had never seen such beauty. And there was some pride in knowing he had helped achieve such monumental vision.

He wondered if his cock had grown too. Jake didn't know how the magic worked, although he was certain it was the Glory Hole's doing. Jake unzipped his jeans, and quickly tried to grip his cock. Expecting it for it to have grown after blowing three men.

His cock wasn't there.

Jake stopped dead. What? His cock was seven inches, how could it not be there? Even if it hadn't grown at all adter everything, it should still be easy to find! Desperate, mute in shock and terror, his hand went lower on his crotch. At last, he found his cock.

Relief was short-lived, however.

Instead of the seven incher, or even the average cock he owned until yesterday, he had the smallest nub he had ever seen. He lowered his pants and underwear to get a better look. And, indeed, his cock was now barely over an inch long.

A singular inch. Hard as it could be, to his dismay. As if mocking him, as the erection meant this was his new maximum dick size.

At that moment the stall door opened on its own. Leland stood outside. Worry painted on his face.

"Are you alright, Jake?"

Jake shook his head. Eyes widened as he looked at Leland.

"My cock… What the fuck happened to it? It… it's…"

"It shrunk, Jake. Two inches per blowjob. That's how the Glory Hole works. I was afraid you didn't know, but I wasn't certain. I should have stopped you… Truly stopped you. I was too cryptic. I'm sorry."

Jake smiled, then laughed. It wasn't funny. At all. But what else could he do?

"I thought it would make my cock bigger. Why is it smaller?" Jake said, voice weak. "Yesterday it grew, Leland. Yesterday it grew..."

Leland sighed.

"It's a transfer. If your cock gets sucked, your cock grows. And vice versa. If you suck someone's cock, once they cum, your cock shrinks. You give them 2 inches. And… You probably did blow plenty of guys today, didn't you?"

Jake explained what happened, face red after Leland's question. How he had done it three times. How he had felt such a huge desire to grow his cock that he didn't let anything stop him to return here. But only this door opened for him, with a hard cock waiting for him to suck it.

Jake then dressed back up. He noticed the right stall was finally open. He quickly got inside. Maybe Leland would give him back his two inches, and then Jake at least would have three. He could live with having three for a while, he could just return and find someone else to donate him some size…

He fell on his ass, mouth slacked open. The hole was gone. He crawled inside the stall, his hands searching on a futile endeavor. The hole was gone. As if it had never been there.

"I'm afraid it's not so simple, Jake," Leland said, guessing Jake's intentions." The Glory Hole has its own will. And, at least for now, it won't let you grow your cock back. It may change its mind, but… It rarely does. I heard from Mason, the clerk, that you were rude when you came today. And the Hole often punishes such behavior. It probably sensed your greed too. It doesn't like it. The Hole may like to give, but under its own discretion."

"But… What am I supposed to do now? I'm a top! I… I can't top anyone with this nub! And… is this truly a punishment? I guess I was rude. I did push people and didn't apologize. But… Leland, what can I do?"

Leland smiled, offering his hand to help Jake stand back up. Jake took it.

"It doesn't have to be a punishment, you know? I do think it suits you. I'm quite a fan of such tiny dicks on big guys such as you. And… if you'd like, maybe… Just maybe… We could try going on a date. That would end with us on my apartment… Where we could spend the night together, if you catch my drift."

Jake looked at Leland. He should be mad. He should be scared. Yet… Maybe a chance to date Leland was more than enough consolation for being stuck with a micro dick. At least, for now.

"I'd like it very much. Quite a lot, actually," Jake admitted, leaning closer towards Leland. "I have never bottomed for anyone, though. Yet I wouldn't mind trying with you… Well, eventually. I don't know if I can handle the beast you currently have."

Leland chuckled, surprised for a short moment.

"I had almost forgotten, to be frank. But fret not: there's workarounds, Jake."

He closed the already small distance between them. Holding Jake's face, Leland kissed him. Jake pressed his body against the red head's, letting Leland be the leader. This time, at least.

He could feel his newly shrunk cocklet grind against Leland's hardening schlong. Jake trembled in delight. The contrast of size was so evident, even when they were still wearing clothes... It was such a hot thing to feel...

[Mark's POV]

Once they finally returned home, Mark could only feel relief. He didn't mind helping Auntie Milagros, but he didn't know anyone as unnerving as that woman. He hadn't been able to find any fond memory from the times he had visited her in his youth. Auntie Milagros had disliked him from the moment Mark could remember, and there was nothing he could do to attain her affections. He had done chores for her, had always treated her respectfully and with a cortesy Mark didn't know if she deserved. He had offered to help her by his own volition many times before they lost contact. It was no use.

Fortunately, Alvin didn't seem to be on the end of her distaste. If anything, they seemed to get along immediately, at the first very moment Mark was absent from their presence.

Mark, now that he was safely away from Auntie Milagros, could finally admit he was scared of what she would do to Alvin. Auntie Milagros was a woman who always found a way to get what she wanted. And the fact she wasn't able to become Alvin's grandmother was something she had always resented. Also, as much as it pained Mark to admit it, Alvin was an easy victim to torment.

He still remembered all the time he had spent speaking about the bullying Alvin was receiving. Different teachers each year, the same conversations. Mark was the one who had to seek the teachers out. Who spoke with the parents of Alvin's bullies. Who had tried to get Alvin to go to a therapist. He had done everything he could think, he had tried everything to help Alvin, yet nothing seemed to stick.

Such failure probably explained why Alvin only pushed him away, despite their already fragile relationship. Now they barely spoke. Alvin almost never started a conversation, and seemed to get upset any time Mark said a word.

But he still went with me to do all the activities I ask him to do. Maybe there's still hope to be had. Maybe there's a chance we'll do better, now that we're both adults.

Mark felt joyous. Today Alvin had been more open than ever. Finally looking at him, even starting to talk umprompted as they carried Auntie Milagros' belongings. Alvin didn't even complain that much while they did so! Could that wicked woman be a good influence on Alvin?

I'd forgive her for everything if she could help him.

The answer seemed to be no, sadly. As soon as they got back home, Alvin sprinted away from Mark, took a shower and inclosed himself in his room. The boy only came downstairs once Mark called him for dinner. And he didn't pay Mark any attention during the meal, mostly looking at the clock on the wall while Mark tried to make any sort of conversation. He even tried to talk about the weather, for God's sake!

Could Alvin be waiting for something? If so, for what?

Mark smiled, thinking Alvin may have a party to go to. Maybe be should leave Alvin some cash, so he could go out freely. Or maybe he should stay awake, in case Alvin needed assistance.

Since college Alvin was the type to sneak out. Each summer, once he returned home from campus, Alvin would sneake out almost every night. Even though Mark gladly would give Alvin permission, over himself at the idea of Alvin finally having friends. Not that Alvin needed permission to go out, especially now that he was twenty two. Yet, Mark knew Alvin had a problem with authority, so he wouldn't be surprised if Alvin preferred to supposedly rebel against him by sneaking out.

After washing the dishes, Mark finally went to take a shower himself. He had a private bathroom. Cassie had been so happy when she saw the house had one, Mark knew he would buy it, even though they could have bought a more expensive place. This was Cassie's dream home, and therefore, Mark's. Now he had decades living here, raising their son.

There wasn't a day he didn't miss her.

It was around eleven when he finished showering. He dried himself with a towel, and didn't bother to put on any clothes. Why would he? Mark had nothing to be ashamed of. He lived only with Alvin. Both were men, so there wasn't anything the other hadn't seen before. Alvin wasn't as willing to be naked around his old man, but Mark had never pressured him to. Just because Mark was more inhibited, it didn't mean he needed Alvin to be it as well.

Mark lay on his bed, our bed still, sighing with relief. He didn't like to admit it, but his age was catching up to him. At nearly fifty, his back was hurting after spending all day carrying boxes and furniture around. Still, Mark couldn't deny the satisfaction of seeing Auntie Milagros drive away to maybe never return. She hadn't said where she was moving to, but it wad obvious she was going very far away. The farther the better, Mark thought.

Crossing his feet, Mark took a deep breath. Hands behind his head. He was the picture of relaxation. Which was more than deserved after a day of hard work. He, and Alvin, had the whole weekend now to rest. How lucky Auntie Milagros had asked for help a Friday. Maybe the old lady had softened with time, she didn't use to be as considerate.

Not ready to go to sleep, he looked at his cock. It was a nice cock. His pride and joy… Other than Alvin, of course. His cock was his best companion. Had never failed him. How many chicks had he fucked before meeting Cassie? Impossible to know. And Cassie… Oh, what a tight pussy she had. She was so willing to serve his cock, and she was the best at it.

He hadn't been able to love another woman since. Mark had remained single since her death. No hook ups, no girlfriends. He just couldn't do it. Alvin himself had asked once if Mark was going to ever get married. Alvin had to be… eighteen. Yes. It was just as Alvin was going to college for the first time. Mark had been surprised at the question. And he had been honest.

"No, bud. I ain't getting married any time soon. Perhaps never. I still think about your mother every day. Wouldn't be fair to any lady for me to marry her when my heart belongs to someone else."

Mark remembered that day well. It had been the first hug Alvin had initiated in years. Also the last since.

Oh, Cassie... She had no businesses being as hot as she was. Curvy in the best ways. Long hair, pretty face. Best lips for sucking. Big ass that felt wonderful to grasp. Bouncy, perky tits. Mark's huge hands were massive, but just the right size to cup Cassie's tits.

It was almost as if they had been made to each other. Cassie was all the proof Mark needed for the existence of God.

Thinking about her tits had awaken the monster between his legs. Even after forty nine years on God's green earth, he still was surprised at how huge his cock was. Fondly, he remembered how he had always been the most hung among his peers. Even as a kid. As the football team captain, he was admired and envied. Mark was the king of his high school, with his cock being his crown.

Full mast had been reached. Mark's calloused hand, with the ease of experience, took hold of the magnificent tower of flesh. Smiling, Mark thought of the measurements. Just shy of eleven inches of length, and over six inches of girth. It was a miracle Cassie hadn't lost the ability to walk after the way Mark pounded on her.

Some satisfaction arose from knowing she would never seek another man after being fucked by him. Mark had showed her something no one else could offer.

I made her forget other men existed. In the same way I forgot what a woman was because of her.

The memory of her tits was as intact as the memory of her face, her smile or her kisses. He could envision them so vividly... Her tits bouncing as she rode him. The way they were so round, so perky. How he cupped them when they fucked in front of a mirror, or in the shower, or in the back of the church after Mass...

They were the hottest couple to ever exist. And he loved it. He would never change Cassie for anything, for anyone.

Stroking still, he slowed the movement. A somber thought passed through his mind: Poor Alvin, he should have had a cock like mine… my poor sweet son. If only I could give him some of my size…

By chance, he looked at the clock on his nightstand. Fifteen minutes until midnight. It was getting late… Certainly he didn't mind staying up a Friday night, but…

Mark's hand picked up the pace. He knew Alvin couldn't hear him. Maybe he probably had already sneaked out. He cleared the image of his son from his mind, however. Soon, it was Cassie's huge tits what his brain pictured.

How he missed them.

"Cassie…" Mark moaned. He was getting closer and closer to climax.

Seven minutes until midnight.

Mark bit his lip, imagining it was Cassie's hands that were holding his cock. He closed his eyes. His hands were too rough, too big to be confused with Cassie's. She had such small hands… They made me look even bigger…

"Come on… I'm so close…" He said, his right hand playing with his foreskin while the left held the cock in place. "Daddy needs to cum…"

Three minutes until midnight.

Mark wasn't bothering to keep quiet. His hands were grinding his dick raw. His eyes closed forcefully, as he imagined Cassie. His Cassie giving him a hand job. Or maybe a blow job. Like that time, in high school… It was one of the few last days before summer. She had used his letterman jacket to hide her head while blowing him at the back of the class.

Cassie… Cassie…

One minute until midnight.

As each second passed, Mark knew he was about to lose it. Strokes became faster, and faster. He was desperate. Moaning, grunting, his breathing fast and wanting…

Then, at last, he came.

Ropes of cum erupted from his massive cock, creating a wonderful white arc on the air, falling over his bed and muscular legs. Chest going up and down as he panted, recovering from the intense orgasm.

Still cumming, however, he noticed something strange. A cold feeling on his cock and ball sack. The window is closed, it can't be a draft…

He looked at his cock, as it stopped cumming. It was the same as always. His pubes, with some gray hairs, framing his massive dick.

The cold feeling didn't subside, however. Only growing stronger. Mark's cock was still hard, refusing to soften. Mark held it in place.

That's when he noticed it.

His hand had not moved, but his grip was higher and higher on his cock. Mark checked his arm, as if that could explain it. But no. He hadn't moved his hand up.

Why was there room? His grip wasn't as tight as it always had been. Mark gulped, and gave another look at his pride and joy.

It was no longer almost eleven inches. If anything, it was closer to five. And rapidly dwindling. Mark, aghast, didn't know what to do. If to scream, if to punch something. His strength for once failing him, as he was unable to find a solution.

It wasn't his cock going soft. Mark had always been a shower. It never had been this small. Not since he was a kid.

Maybe I'm too tired. I must be imagining things.

To reassure himself he opened look on his nightstand for his ruler. The one he had marked with the measurement of his cock.

Quickly, he aligned the ruler with his pelvic bone. Holding it next to his still hard cock.

His eyes didn't deceive him.

It wasn't almost eleven inches. It wasn't even ten. Not nine, nor eight or seven. Even five seemed better than what he had.

Three inches… No, two and a half… Two? One and a half…

Finally, the shrinkage stopped. Mark's mouth open slacked as he processed what he saw. His beautiful cock had shrunk. Shrunk to one inch long. A miserable inch. It was still girthy, proportionally speaking. Girthier than it was long… But… As thick as it looked, it was still far from the girth he had just a minute ago. A chode could never compare to what his cock normally was.

"How's this possible? How did this happen?" He asked. To no one, to himself, to the universe. "This ain't possible, right?"

Something impossible had happened. And he didn't know what to do to fix it.

It's the same size as Alvin's.

The thought made him go cold. He remembered. He had gone to the doctor appointments. The one that showed all the problems Alvin had with growth. With his cock. It had always been tiny. Too tiny.

A micro penis. The doctor had said. It will never grow. Surgery may not even help much.

Auntie Milagros! She's a witch! she…

The thought didn't finish, however. Instead, he shook his head. Why was he so upset? His cock had always been this small. Cassie had found it adorable, when they began dating. She had a kink for them too.

Yeah, he remembered it. Cassie loved how Mark wasn't ashamed of his tiny cock. She loved his tiny peepee. She adored how he was still so good at sex despite his anatomical shortcomings. He had been king of his school despite having a micropenis. If anything, he had been better liked because of it.

And yet, he could remember how happy he had been when he learned his son didn't share the same fate. As short and scrawny as Alvin was, he had a normal cock. No, even better, Alvin had a massive one.

Mark couldn't be happier for him.

[Alvin's POV]

Waiting for midnight had been tortuous. Alvin felt like when he was a little boy, each hour feeling eternal. He could almost believe the clock was going backwards just to spite him.

He was alone on his room. His father did suspect a thing. It seemed he was assuming, for no discernible reason, that Alvin was going to sneak out. Now, as idiotic as it had been, Alvin was smart enough to take advantage, and to take the money even if he had no plans to go out. He wasn't the kind of guy who'd ever say no to free money.

Tonight something better than any party was going to happen.

He had set an alarm on his phone. Not wanting to lose the chance of seeing the changes himself. He wondered what he would randomly get on the process. His dad's height? Muscles? The ownership of the house?

Possibilities were endless.

He undressed. Standing in front of the standing mirror. Not wearing anything but his thick glasses. Maybe I'll get his perfect vision, that'd be handy. He passed a hand on his pale doughy stomach. Although he was thin, his belly was flabby. Hairless. He didn't even have pubes. His petite hand went to hold his dick.

Well, he needed two fingers. Index and thumb. There wasn't room for more. Until midnight.

It was about 2 minutes before twelve he began to finally masturbate. Any earlier and he may cum before the time was right. Fuck, even now it was too soon. Alvin was too excited, too horny to contain himself.

"Gotta slow down… Wait…" Alvin said, biting his lip as he slowed down his fingers.

His free hand was looking at the phone. 1 minute until twelve. Alvin began stroking again. Slow at first. Each ten seconds going faster, and faster. His fingers turning clumsy in his haste.

It didn't matter.

His alarm signaled it was midnight. With a whimper, Alvin shoot his cum towards the mirror.

Forcing his eyes opened, a big grin formed on his face. Unlike most time, he hasn't stopped cumming immediately. No, he was still cumming. And that wasn't the only difference.

His balls were inflating. Falling heavier between his legs. His cum, until then mostly watery, gaining consistency. A healthy white color. Painting the mirror more effectively.

Heat began to build up on the base of his cock. His fingers were still there. And, without moving his hand, he felt flesh sliding against his touch. His cock was quickly increasing its length, and expanding in thickness.

The growth accelerated. Alvin felt lightheaded, having to use the mirror to support himself, otherwise he would have fallen to his knees.

A final shot of cum left his cock. And Alvin knew the magic had worked. Looking down, he saw the most ridiculous and the greatest sight there could possibly be. Instead of his one inch cocklet, he had a massive schlong. A proper man's cock. Thick, heavy, long, veiny. It was still cut, unlike his father's. Which wasn't a surprise, he had wished for a size swap, not for a cock swap. It was still his own cock, but with enormous dimensions.

His crotch remained hairless, disappointingly. Looking at his reflection he couldn't help but giggle. He looked absurd. His cock was huge. It had softened, but barely diminished in size. Ten inches and half of soft man meat. With two heavy big balls underneath.

It was a miracle.

"I ain't a small guy anymore, am I?" Alvin said with a smirk. Adjusting his glasses as he gripped his new cock. "Unlike dear old dad," he added, laughing. "It's all mine, forever…"

Wait. Other than my cock, I look the same, what else did change?

As if the magic had heard his toughts, he felt his head turning towards a direction inside his room without his input.

He smiled as he saw his diploma. He had studied businesses management, as he intended to inherit his dad's company. Alvin's dad had proposed it himself, and Alvin saw no better alternative. He had graduated with wonderful grades, and with all the honors one could reasonably receive from such a career.

After a blink, however, his diploma was gone.

Alvin's mouth went slack. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes as if that'd change what he saw. But no. His diploma had disappeared. And it wasn't the only thing.

The photos with his experiences in college where going blank one by one. Replaced with completely different scenes. His desk, where he had tests and other university work stored and neatly classified, was getting emptier by the second. As if his college education was disappearing, going backwards in time.

Eventually, everything was gone and replaced. The higher education he seem to still had was from high school. And he barely kept anything from those horrible years.

Alvin couldn't believe it. Yet he hadn't been able to protest when a new set of memories filled his brain. He still had the original ones, yet they weren't as bright and clear as the new ones.

Although he graduated high school (thankfully), he hadn't gone to college. His dad wanted him to, to go study like he had done in his youth. But dad never went to college! Or did he? Why do I remember his diploma?

Alvin had refused to go, instead working at his dad's company from the get go. But not as a manager, as he was going to do before the wish, but as a simple employee. He didn't have the qualifications for more, now.

He hadn't lost his virginity to the college football team either. He hadn't bottomed for them. Because he didn't go to college. Instead, he was still very much a virgin. He had come out, but he hadn't been pushed into a more liberated and sexual life, as he had remained living in his home town. Where no one wanted to fuck him.

From other towns that were nearby, no one believed his cock was real. He had very clear memories of trying dating apps. Only to be rejected after sending a dick pic: Ha, nice try! Is that real, lol? Nice edit, twink. Why would a bottom guy like you need a cock that big?

Alvin sat down on his bed. He had never had any dates in this new life. Now he didn't remember growing a spine and asking guys out himself, offering his ass in flirty dialogues and selfies. He had learned how to do that in college. Worse, the memories of what he had studied had completely disappeared. He remembered still he had studied, but not what he had studied.

It's not the end of the world, as annoying as it is. Alvin let himself fall in the bed, his face stuck on a scowl. He could always go to college again... Or late, rather. Sure, he would be older than everyone. And he wouldn't have the same friends (who were now complete strangers) he had made then. But he was young enough he could go without major issues. And he would still look younger than most students.

His dad would be on the moon to hear Alvin wanted to go study. How annoying! This was supposed to be a way to turn the tables. But, if anything, Alvin was the one who had lost the most from this exchange. It was fixable, sure, but very annoying to solve.

The big cock didn't feel as great as he had imagined. New memories filled his mind. He didn't let himself get hard as much as he did before the wish took effect. His cock was too big. As a teenager he had fainted from getting too many erections. Too much blood going to his prick, not enough on his brain. Even the doctor, instead of declaring he had a micro penis, was now recommending him to not have many erections for health reasons. He even fucking proposed a reduction surgery!

What a mess…

Alvin almost thought about throwing the amulet out. If his first wish had going so badly, he didn't want to imagine what would happen the next two wishes. He had expected to be lucky, and that had been a mistake. When had Alvin been lucky before? If he had any luck, he wouldn't be the pathetic wimp he had always been who'd wish to swap traits with his own dad. His new big cock had gained him nothing.

Well, that wasn't true... It was very nice to look at... To touch... To own... But useless otherwise.

He decided to go to sleep, for there wasn't anything he could do. The amulet, shone from its place on Alvin's his nightstand, interrupting his train of thought. He should throw it away. Enjoy his pyrrhic victory and try to fix the mess without magic, as it wasn't an insurmountable challenge at all...

But…

But what if he got lucky tomorrow? What if he wished for something good, and got a random good trait too? His father was still too blessed, even if he now had a micro cock. He was tall, handsome, muscular. He was even a college graduate. Alvin trembled with anger as he now remembered his father having a successful football career in college before making his business.

They still lived in the same home, despite their new wealth. This annoyed Alvin too.

"I won't let him live his best life. Not when I can steal it. Risks be damned," he vowed.

Finally he went to sleep. Determined to clean and rest his mind before making another wish. He had to plan this. Make sure he would get what he wanted. He couldn't be reckless, even when his blood was boiling to make his dad pay.

Alvin was going to succeed. He would make a way, if he couldn't find it. Even if it destroyed everything in the process.