Male Enhancement to Male Reduction - Sex Stories

Male Enhancement to Male Reduction

... her.

"I, uh, don't know. I mean, I--" He paused and squeezed his eyes shut. Did he dare admit the truth? That he was so self-conscious about his previous dick that he tried many supposed enhancements over the years? That this time, he somehow made it worse?

She tightened further, drawing out a moan from him.

"I'm just like this," he admitted. "I like it. I mean, I like you. I mean, I..."

She must've taken pity on his confession. The grip lessened and, then, disappeared entirely. When he felt the weight of her body redistribute, he reopened his eyes. Samantha leaned away and was scrolling through her phone. Her attention was focused entirely on whatever it was she was doing. She wasn't pitying him earlier--she finally realized he wasn't worth her time of day.

Seconds passed? A minute? Mark couldn't tell. The world moved like molasses, determined to stretch the hell out for an entirety.

"Oh hey, check out this article I found." She flashed the phone in his face. "It's about world records for penises!"

He longingly tried guiding her spare hand back below. She swatted him away and then gave him a look as if he should know better.

"Don't you want to know if you're the best at something?"

He shook his head. Not this. With his new microscopic penis, he knew he'd be smaller than any man she found on her phone. Even as it still stood firmly, he knew he'd never be able to penetrate her and feel her warmth squeezed around him. Hell, he didn't even know if ...

... he was allowed to touch her. Did his new, worse status mean his hands would never more know the soft skin of a woman?

She must've seen the desperation in his eyes.

"Fine. If you don't, we can just call it a night. But let's face it, when's the next time you'll have a woman pay attention to you?"

He cast his eyes downward.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," she said and started sliding her finger across the phone's screen.

He reached down, and he began trying to stroke himself in small, half-hearted attempts. He then noticed how his hand dwarfed his dick.

"Wow--look how big that guy is!" She pushed the phone in his face again. It lingered longer this time, not allowing Mark to look away. "See that, 13 and a half inches. He'd break me in half, and you're barely a tenth of his size."

His face flushed. Would that have been him if the tincture actually worked? Thirteen inches? He let out the slightest half pain and pleasure moan.

"Come on, let's see where you rank at the bottom."

He felt his heart quicken in anticipation. Did he really want to be the best? Even if it meant being at the very bottom?

"Well, shit. I hate to break it to you. Turns out there is some poor unfortunate soul actually smaller than you."

His heart dropped, and his fist quickened.

"Man, you can't even be the best at being small." She smirked down at him. "Aw, come on, why are you crying?"

He blinked his eyes until the faint tears vanished.

"Do you actually care about not ...