Anatomy is Destiny - Sex Stories

Anatomy is Destiny

... awoke with what felt like a horrible hangover, except he hadn't been drinking. He stumbled around between his kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom in a fog without accomplishing anything in any room. Stacey had already left for work. "What time is it?" He wondered to himself. He went to piss but felt a surprisingly empty hand as he went to grab himself. Usually he had to convince his morning wood to go down before he could piss every morning. Instead his formerly proud and prominent protrusion was just like a fleshy lightswitch. A little tag of sensitive skin. "What the f..." He could hardly believe his eyes. Yet it could still pee like normal. His formerly heavy testicles no longer swayed like plums between his legs but had lodged up close to his body. "I.. can't believe this!!" Jason prodded and looked dumbfounded at his equipment.

He was already late for work so he pulled on his underwear, which were now sheer like a ken doll instead of heaving out with a heavy bulge like usual, and got dressed like normal.

At work he thought he could have been imagining it but the girls at work seemed to almost ignore him today. Usually they would all but crawl around like kittens when he was near. Instead his boss Mr. Kauffman seemed a little more friendly than usual.

"Jason are you ok sport? You look a little tired today." Mr. Kauffman, his boss, was past his prime but still a silver fox that kept in shape through swimming. Mr. Kauffman put his arm across Jason's shoulder and ...

... squeezed his trap muscles a little. They walked a little while Mr. Kauffman rolled Jason's muscles between his fingers. "You've had a good quarter, if you're feeling a little out of it just take today off, on me."

"Gee, thanks Mr. Kauffman. Yeah, I don't know what's come over me but I really could use a rest day." Mr. Kuaffman looked at Jason's muscular butt swishing back and forth as he walked out to his car.

Instead of driving home, he stopped back at the clinic to confront Dr. Martelli.

He barged right past the sour secretary and into the halls. "Sir, you must have an appointment!! Sir??" She rasped behind him.

Dr. Martelli came out, looking genuinely flustered and concerned.

"What is it Jason, tell me??" He said warmly.

"Your "procedure" didn't work. It really messed things up down there."

"Ok, this is highly unusual, but I happen to be between patients so I can quickly take a look" he said.

They went into the nearest exam room and Jason reclined on the patient's table. He yanked down his pants and pointed to his pubes where his thick dick used to flop out, but not only a tiny dicklett remained.

"Oh, I see,.. hmm.. Interesting" Dr. Martelli inspected. "May I?" he asked.

"Well, obviously you may, because I want to fix this." Jason said sternly.

Dr. Martelli rubbed Jason's little dick with two lubed, gloved, fingers. "Feel anything?" he asked.

"Well yeah, of course, it feels like my dick is getting rubbed. But you didn't say anything about ...