Male Enhancement to Male Reduction - Sex Stories

Male Enhancement to Male Reduction

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PART ONE

Either the apothecary was hotter than Mark anticipated or his nerves were doing a number on him. Mark tapped his fingers at the counter. It did not have the desired effect. In fact, it felt as if the cashier dragged on the process further.

The woman behind the counter looked between him, his driver's license, and back to the product on the counter. She raised a pierced brow as if to say "Really?"

Yeah, yeah. He didn't look the "part," the type who'd purchase the tincture between them. He avoided eye contact while she rang up the item.

"That'll be seventy dollars, sir."

He quickly pulled several bills out of his wallet. He pocketed it and left the apothecary without waiting for the receipt.

Back in his car, he rolled the small bottle between his pointer finger and thumb. The label read: Trixie Dixie's Fix-It For The Small Endowed. The truth of the matter was simple. Mark had a small penis. And while he'd argue that his penis was only slightly smaller than average, it wrecked his dating life. When it stood firm and erect, his penis nearly reached three and a half inches. When the dates discover he's neither a grower or a shower, a second date is never scheduled.

Was this it--his lucky break? And just in time, too. His friend, the very same who recommended the apothecary, set him up on a blind date later tonight.

Once home, Mark started getting ready for the date. Was he spending a longer amount of time than ...

... usual? Sure! He desperately didn't want to fuck this up. He disrobed and tossed the clothes in the hamper. He then stood in front of the mirror, taking in his naked appearance.

While not sculpted to fine detail, he sported a runner's body, broad shoulders, and a pearly white smile. His eyes narrowed in on his penis, or what little of it he could see. It stuck out like a sore thumb since he spent so much effort on the rest of his physique.

Mark grimaced and recalled his last date. Up until the big reveal, sex went well. Of course, he kept the lights off and prioritized her needs, which she didn't seem to mind. However, there are only so many times he could ignore a woman's "fuck me, fuck me." And if he were being honest with himself, he didn't join the bed for purely altruistic reasons. He wanted his dick wet, too.

It all came crashing down with "is that it?"

Well, no more! Finally, everything would come together, and he'd never have to worry about his little secret again.

He unscrewed the top and gulped it down. It left a bitter taste on his tongue, but he told himself it was worth it. With that, he started his shower and never once thought to read the tincture's instructions or warning.

It was hard, so to speak, to not keep looking at his penis. When shampooing or conditioning, he kept looking downward. His eyes stung from soap getting in them, yet he did not relent. When body washing, he kept returning downward. Was it bigger yet? He continued staring, even ...