1. Male Enhancement to Male Reduction


    Date: 3/27/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byperry_little 

    ... outside of the shower.

He opened the bathroom door to let out the accumulated steam. He placed his hand on his hips and stood in front of the mirror once more. He seemed... the same? Just a lot more damp and black hair slicked down. His eyes traveled down his happy trail and to his penis. Maybe bigger if he squinted just right and made a wish. He continued staring as if he could will the growth into existence.

Come to think of it, what's the growth even supposed to feel like?

He decided to call up Kevin, the friend who recommended the apothecary and blind date.

Kevin was only a few months younger than Mark. They met during childhood and remained friends. He was one of the few people Mark confided in about his little problem. Turns out, Kevin suffered similarly. One time during high school, they whipped their dicks out to see how they measured up to one another. Kevin, somehow, suffered a fate worse than Mark. A small consolation, but at least Mark was bigger than someone. When Kevin discovered the apothecary from an online ad and tried it himself, he passed the good fortune to Mark.

He grabbed the phone and waited for Kevin to answer.

Kevin finally answered, the sleep still present in his voice. "Yo, man, what's up? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet."

"No, no. Just the opposite. I'm getting ready--"

"--Right on--"

"--for it. I took the serum or tincture or whatever. When's that supposed to kick in?"

Mark heard the rustling of Kevin sitting ...
    ... up. "Just give it a few hours. It's gradual, so it's not gonna just spring up at ya."

Mark let out a big sigh of relief. He thanked Kevin and hung up.

PART TWO

Mark tugged at his collar as he entered the restaurant, a quaint Italian bistro tucked away in a cozy corner of the city. The warm glow of the pendant lights cast a soft, inviting ambiance, and the gentle hum of conversation floated through the air. He scanned the area for his date, Samantha.

The dim lighting proved no obstacle. Mark spotted a young woman in a maroon blouse, their agreed-upon color. His heart fluttered like a trapped bird in his chest. The blouse complemented her sun-kissed complexion. Samantha sat at a corner table, her dark curls cascading elegantly over her shoulders as she scanned the room, a small smile playing on her lips. Mark's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, his stomach twisting with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Summoning all his courage, Mark made his way over to the table, his steps hesitant yet determined. Samantha looked up as he approached, her eyes lighting up with recognition as she returned his wave with a warm smile.

"Mark?" she said, her voice soft and melodic. "It's so good to finally meet you."

Mark returned her smile, feeling a surge of relief wash over him at her welcoming demeanor. "Likewise, Samantha," he replied, pulling out a chair and sinking into it with a sense of nervous anticipation.

As they officially introduced themselves, ...
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