Small By Design (male dg, penis shrink, wg)

[hgrambly]

Hey everyone! I decided to do another side project in my spare time. Wrote this in a week, so it might be a little rushed.

So this is a typical penis shrinking story. In my opinion, there aren't many out there, but if you enjoy that sort of thing, here's a 15,000+ word short story involving a man who wants to degrade himself. I'll post the entire story in block text here (in two parts), but I've included a pdf version of the story below (hopefully I did that right), as a easier format for reading. Let me know if the pdf cannot be opened or if that's against forum rules (again, I'm new here).








Small by Design

Ch.1: Jim

Jim seemed to have it all: A good-paying career, a long-term relationship with Stacy who was equally beautiful and charismatic, and something only a few people knew in his life- Jim had a really big cock.
To any male, possessing an eleven inch sledgehammer like Jim's would be a dream come true. And it certainly was to the women he slept with. But like the fitness guru who secretly wants to pig out, or the Stepford wife who dreams of more than just the missionary position, Jim had a secret desire to be shrunk, or rather, shrink his member until it was a small nub barely discernible in the bush of his pubic hair.
It was strange for Jim stumbling on this secret fetish. For one thing, he loved his cock. In the gym locker room, Jim relished in airing it out as the men dressed and undressed around him; seeing their eyes widen as they caught a glimpse of Jim's man-meat delighted him. Whenever he was about to make love, he would leave the lights on and slowly undress, pulling the monster out slowly by degrees, watching all the girls expression turn from lust to sheer amazement when it was fully exposed and laying in his palm like a french baguette. Sometimes, in pervy fashion, he would get a hard-on at work and leave it throbbing against his leg, stroking it slowly below the desk as if it were his pet.
But as much as he loved his cock, it was his burning desire to lose it that won out in the end. Jim loved to read the erotic stories about smug, arrogant men and their sizeable girth losing it all to strong, powerful women, and he particularly enjoyed searching for videos on the internet of women shaming men with tiny cocks, finishing off their ridicule by giving them quick handjobs that ended in seconds in a puff of semen. Some of his favorite videos were of a couple who built up a relationship around domination and degradation, with the leather-clad wife ordering around her gimp husband who had a fleshy belly and a near non-existent penis, around the bedroom like a dog, until she was forced to pleasure him by sucking on the minuscule head of his penis. Jim's favorite moment came after she wiped away the small trickle of cum off her rosy lips, shake his flabby gut and slap his man-breasts and tell him how easy it was to put it all in her mouth, comparing it to a small lollipop or a tube of lipstick.
Once a week, hiding away from Stacy, Jim jacked off to that video, wishing to be that guy: Small penis, low stamina, horny as hell, and out-of-shape. Not strong or handsome or well-endowed or long-lasting like Jim was with Stacy. But an absolute useless instrument in the art of sex. A pitiful toad with a mushroom cap for a penis. And although these were just innocent desires, Jim took it to the next level, often fantasizing about himself with an even hotter version Stacy who, despite being out of his league, demanded Jim to give her an orgasm, to pleasure her, to satisfy her. But try as he might, Jim wasn't big enough. That to Jim was a dream come true.
But like the thin girl who wants to be fat or the conservative wife who wants to include some new toys into her bland love-making, this was just Jim's little secret. And like any adult, he figured that it shouldn't go any further. Besides, Jim thought, you can't actually shrink a penis. Can you?

Ch. 2: The Discovery

Stacy brushed her long brown hair while sitting at at the bureau beside the bed. Jim was still at work while Stacy had the day off from her job as a nurse, so she decided to spend her time at home in their spacious apartment in the city by relaxing and pampering herself. She had been dating Jim for four years and was perfectly happy with him. They were getting to that point in their relationship when marriage was coming up in the conversation, and from long, passionate talks at night, the two realized that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. All that kept Jim from genuflecting in front of Stacy and holding out a ring were a few things that simply needed time to smooth out. For one thing, Stacy wasn't sure if she was going to stay on at the hospital she worked at for two years. And more importantly, Jim didn't know if he was going to get a promotion that would help him afford a ring and the eventual wedding. Since the two decided that they would only want to get married on sure footing, they decided to hold off on talks of an engagement until their careers were more stable. This suited them because they were already in love, and marriage didn't add to their love or even validate it. So it could wait, thought Stacy, as she put the brush down.
She stood in front of the mirror, and smoothed out her stomach. It was forming a small paunch just below the bellybutton, but it was in no worse shape than the nurses on her shift who seemed to gain weight by the hour. Stacy turned around and admired her smooth, well-formed ass. It hadn't lost its shape after having to ditch jogging every morning because of her demanding work schedule, so she was happy with it, and gave it a little tap. It jiggled a little bit, but she knew that a little fat was good cushioning. Besides, Jim never complained about her modest weight gain.
'Still rock solid no matter how those bitches try to get me to blow up like them.' she said to herself. Stacy adjusted her bra that seemed over-burdened by her D-cup breasts. She always liked how they defied gravity. Ever since high school, Stacy always had big tits, but now, with a few pounds sneaking onto her frame, Stacy realized that maybe they were getting too big.
'Oh well,' she thought to herself, 'Maybe they'll get big enough to give my man a proper boob-job,' she said squeezing them in the mirror and jiggling them back and forth. She laughed at herself and went to the laptop on the desk beside the shuttered window. It was a shared computer, which Jim used mostly.
Stacy opened it up and immediately she was caught off-guard.
A video resumed playing and before she could see the fat man being tugged off by a young woman, she heard the non-stop cackle of her humiliation. After she was past the login screen, she saw it: It was video from some porn website showing a fat man, naked and spread-eagled on a mattress in some cheap motel as a woman in a cheer-leading outfit toyed with what looked like a penis that sprouted beneath his rotund gut. Stacy watched the half hour long video in total dismay as the lithe blonde played with his small member, getting him close to climax as she berated him and told him how useless he was. This went on for the duration of the video, until in the last minute, she took two fingers and plucked the head of his cock and with six or seven good jerks, made the fat loser cum all over his gelatinous belly. Stacy felt sick. It wasn't just what she was seeing, but the fact that Jim wanted to see this of all things. Why?
When the video was over, Stacy searched for clues as to why this was on their computer. In the tabs of the webpage, she found more unsettling things. These were stories written by anonymous people; community forums entitled sph; articles on what can cause penis shrinkage; even pictures of men's cocks that were shockingly small and pathetic. Stacy quickly closed the laptop and stood up. She didn't know what to make of all this. She thought that maybe he was gay, but that didn't make sense. Did he enjoy....all of this? But how she thought? Suddenly, she felt like she didn't know who Jim was. Sure, she wasn't stupid when he went into the bedroom and locked the door and turned off the lights. She understood how boys needed some extra fun, and it didn't effect their sex life one bit, but she didn't know that it was THIS that he was looking at. She only imagined he got off to big-titted bimbos or eager college coeds. Not fat guys with little penises! What else did she not know about him?

For the rest of the day before Jim got home, Stacy couldn't stop thinking about what she saw. It seemed like that blonde girl's voice played over and over in her skull, while the image of that fat man's cock was seared into her vision. To make matters worse, as the hour drew near to when Jim would be coming home, Stacy felt more and more anxious. She didn't know what to do. Act like she didn't see anything or confront him right then and there? Stacy needed to calm her nerves, so she uncorked a wine bottle and poured herself a glass. After the glass was empty and she was still shaking, she poured another. Then another...and another, until the bottle was empty and Stacy was thoroughly toasted.
When Jim came home, he set his things down and was about to go to the bedroom when Stacy yelled from her stool in the kitchen.
'Hey! You!' She said with crimson lips.
'Oh.' Said Jim, taken aback by Stacy's drunken demeanor. 'Hey you, I see you wanted to day-drink without me, but that's okay because I know how wine makes you horny-' Jim said about to playfully kiss her on her stained lips. Stacy pulled away.
'What's the matter?'
She turned and looked up at him with a wild stare. 'Are you gay or something?'
'What?' Jim didn't understand.
'I mean, do you like watching men or something-?'
'Honey, I have no idea what you're talking about. I love you. Why would you say-'
'I saw it. IT! On the computer-'
Oh no, thought Jim as his whole body seem to sink into the floor. She wasn't supposed to see that. Not now. Not ever. How could he be so stupid to leave it up? Then he remembered. Last night. Her sister made an unexpected visit. He was just in the middle of it when he heard the doorbell. He must've not closed out the tabs! Oh God! What should he do? he thought to himself. Should he come clean? No, Stacy couldn't handle it. It's just...too weird.
'So?!' she asked, wanting a response.
'I...I...it's strange, Stace.'
'Strange? Oh you think watching fat guys being jerked off is strange? Or searching for stuff that can shrink your dick is strange? Nooooo, of course not.'
'I- look- I never wanted you to know. It's just-' He had to do it. He didn't want to tell it to Stacy in this state, but he knew that he needed to tell her- 'it's harmless, really. I mean you didn't even find out about it until now, so-'
'What did I find out, Jim?' She said.
'Like I said, harmless, really. I guess I've had this commanding- well, above-average penis for all my life-'
'It's gigantic, Jim, fucking biggest thing I've ever had inside me-' she blurted out.
'Okay, but I've also had this fantasy-'
'Fantasy?'
'Yeah, everyone has fantasies. Even if they're lying, I know everyone has these fetishes. Even if they're big or small ones, people still have them and they don't know why they have them, but they either live with it or completely repress it, and well, I realized when I was fourteen that I...I....'
'You what?'
'I WANTED TO BE SMALLER!'
'What?' She said flabbergasted.
'I just want to feel what it would be like to be not so...well-endowed.'
'So let me get this straight. You like all that stuff because...? You want....to have a small dick?'
'Yeah, sort-of. I don't know. Just to know what it feels like- It's weird, I know, but Jesus- Stacy, I'm not going to do anything about it. It's not like people who suddenly declare themselves the opposite sex, and then start wearing dresses. I just like- no- I get aroused at the thought of shrinking...among other things. But they're just thoughts.'
'What other things?' She said picking up on that detail. 'Just so we're laying it all on the table here.' She said in strangely mono-toned way.
'I don't know. I know I last long in bed. That's because I have great control, but I like to imagine that I don't. That I'm incredibly sensitive down there, and have no stamina. That I can't control it and will just cum in seconds.'
'Okay. And...'
'And...for some reason- I love to work out and be fit- but I also want to just be fat. A fat man with a small dick. Okay! Are you happy? Now you've heard it all. It doesn't change anything though because I don't want to act upon it. It wouldn't be right for our relationship-'
'Maybe-' Said Stacy, deep in thought. Something about what he said made Stacy think about a certain fantasy she had a long time ago, one that she had to repress in college before it got her in trouble. 'Or maybe it is right.'
'What?' Jim said. His heart skipped a beat. The mere mention of enacting his desires, whether it was feasible or not, made his cock balloon in his pant. Stacy saw this and smiled.
'You know. If we're being honest. As much as I love your extra girth, you can be a bit...much. Even for me. And well, all those BJ's you wanted are near impossible when your tip is as big as a cue ball. So maybe....just maybe- if it was possible to lose some size to it, then I'd be alright with that, and you can have your fantasy partially come true. And hell, if you want to cut out the gym workouts, be my guest. I don't mind a tubby hubby anyways. And maybe you could start eating meat again-'
Jim felt lightheaded. Was she really okay with this? Just the thought of him fisting burgers instead of dumbbells made him instantly horny.
'I don't know about that last part. I've been a vegetarian for so long, I just-'
'Oh, I was just being honest with you. I love you, Jim, but your restricted diet tends to put a damper on our social life. Do you think those weird losers in the videos you watch eat only carrots and tofu? They gorge themselves on burgers and fries; cheese-steaks and pork chops. It's just a suggestion, honey-
'Are you serious though? About my fantasy? You're not saying all this because you're drunk or something?'
'I'm not drunk. Just...a little truthful. I'm at least sober enough to get why you like this sort of thing, and seeing all the good that a few inches lost will do us, maybe it's not that crazy of an idea.'
Jim couldn't believe just how easy it was. He should've told her years ago if he knew that her sense of understanding was boundless.
'Stay there-' she said walking past him and into the bedroom. A moment later, she came back with a tape measure.
She knelt down. Her head was near his crotch. She looked up seductively and said to him, 'Now if you really want to do this, we need to know what we're working with here-' And begun to unbutton his slacks. They dropped to the floor and she slid down his underwear only to have his freed club of a cock hitting her on her forehead when she raised her head.
'Mmm.' She said as she handled it like a priceless artifact. She could tell he was truly excited as all the veins were popping and the head of his penis was bright red. She fondled his large testicles for a moment as bucked in ecstasy.
'Calm down, stud. I need to measure you.'
Jim hadn't ever measured himself before so when she told him that he had an 11 ¼ inch cock with a 5 ½ inch width, he was almost surprised.
Stacy didn't know why she was going along with Jim's fantasy. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was that she loved him so much that she accepted this strange quirk of his in order to be a good partner. Or maybe it was in what she said earlier about how he was too big. She loved having sex with Jim, but every time it came for him to insert his big dick inside her, she would have to clench her teeth and feel the pain of her vagina suddenly stretching. It was an ordeal to Stacy, especially when Jim wanted her to go down on him. It was a comical act, like swallowing one's fist, and it never ended well for Stacy or Jim, so maybe a loss of size could actually improve the quality of their sex? Besides, Stacy was not a stranger to fetishes. She had never told Jim of her previous boyfriends, but before him, there was a man who liked to suck Stacy's toes, and another that liked extreme bondage. She was an open-minded girl, and played into their fantasies, and strangely enough, being the object of their desire- their complete desire- seemed to turn Stacy on to the point that she would encourage them and take it a step further. But unlike the others, Jim waited all this time to tell her his fantasy. Alright then, thought Stacy, let's see if I can push your buttons just like the rest of them.
Still holding Jim's member with two fingers, Stacy asked him, 'How much?'
'How much? What do you mean?'
'How many inches do you want to lose? Tell me honestly.'
'I...I...I don't want a nub, but something close. I want to lose...seven inches...'
'Seven inches? Hmmm...That will make your cock a measly four inches erect. I couldn't imagine what it would be all soft and limp.' She said with a wry smile. 'But I don't want it that small, so I'll compromise. How about we take five inches off, so you'll have an average 6 ¼ inch cock. You can be mister average penis. How does that sound?'
'Oh God.' He shuttered. 'But-' He said breathlessly- 'I've looked into it. There's nothing that can permanently shrink it.'
'Oh, I think I can find a way.'
With that, and for the first time in Jim's life, Jim lost control and sprayed into Stacy's unsuspecting face.

Ch. 3: The Solution

Just like advertisements that promise wondrous penis growth, the same can be true with penis reduction: It is all a sham. Sure, there are vitamins and supplements that a person can take to make the penis appear larger, or in Jim's case, he can consume copious amounts of alcohol and eat certain foods to soften his member, but all in all, a male penis cannot be shrunk or lengthen unless it is through surgery. And knowing that Jim didn't want to take that route, Stacy had to figure out another way to shrink his penis. The first possible thing that Stacy found on the web was a chastity belt for men, in which the male would put his cock in a tight metal mold of a slightly smaller penis and from wearing it for a few weeks, it would shrink naturally to that size. Then another tube would be fitted, which would be smaller, and the penis would then shrink accordingly. But Stacy knew that it couldn't possibly work. Especially with Jim's penis. Where was she going to find a chastity belt for an eleven inch cock? So she decided to do some digging in the medical community. Research studies, medical trials, things like that, until she found something that seemed to be sent directly from God.
It was a research study looking into the effectiveness of a new product that was to hit the market in a few years. It seemed to be a miracle treatment as it had dozens of double-blind studies conducted with all except one being used to cure a terrible disease or defect. In the one that peaked Stacy's interest was a study on the negative effects of this drug on certain body parts. In the description, the company explained that it had a drug that could target tumors and other growths and shrink them by reducing the cells within the tumor. In other words, it treated the problem by shrinking it entirely. What was strange about this study was that it needed volunteers to use a cream-based supplement made from the same drug to see if it would collapse the cells indiscriminately. Stacy understood this as it being a test to see if the drug only reduced targeted sites on the body, or if it reduced the site of where it was applied. With the other studies, the drug was concentrated and injected directly into the cancerous site or tumor whereas, this study wanted to see the simple effects of topical application. The study wanted anyone who wanted to apply the cream to themselves, and see if that part of their body would shrink. For this, they specified in their ad by saying that they want women with large busts who were comfortable with a possible reduction, or men who would be compensated for a reduction in their genitalia. Needless to say, no male ever answered the ad, despite it paying $5,000 a week, so when the head of the R&D team was about to close out the experimental study and got a call from Stacy saying that she had the perfect test subject, Emily was thrilled.

In a nondescript business park, the couple entered into a small limestone building with a plain lobby and woman sitting at a desk. Stacy took the reins as Jim was trying to hide his erection.
'I'm here for an appointment for Jim-'
The receptionist glanced at the man tugging at his pants beside Stacy. He was a bit heavier than that night he came on Stacy's face. It had been three weeks and Jim had stopped going to the gym and instead, enjoyed his new free time with his girl-friend. With his monumental bulge and a slight press of his small belly, his jeans seemed tighter than normal.
'Oh good. Emily, our head of this study has been waiting eagerly all day for Jim to arrive. Just down the hall and first door on the left. She'll be waiting.'
'Thank you.'
But first-' She said, stopping Jim. 'I need to take your blood pressure and jot down your weight.'
'Why? What for?'
'We just need it for our records. If you comply with the study, we'll do this before you meet Emily every other week.'
The receptionist showed Jim to the scale just behind and to the right of the desk. It was one of those old scales that used the metal weights to calculate a person's weight. After Jim took off his shoes, he stepped on the scale. The receptionist fidgeted with the weights until it balanced out at 183. Being just shy of six foot, that was a normal weight for Jim, although he remembered the last time he weighed himself, it was below 180.
After the receptionist took Jim's blood pressure, they were ready to meet the doctor.
The two went down the carpeted hallway, noting how quiet the place was. It seemed like it was only them and the receptionist in the entire building. When Stacy opened the door to the office, with Jim shuffling behind her, they were met by a red-haired beauty straining a plain white lab uniform with her curves. She was beaming with happiness when she saw Jim and adjusted her black rimmed glasses.
'So you came!'
'Yes, we did.' Said Stacy, looking back at Jim.
'It's very hard to find any guy who wants to take part in this study, so I was so surprised when you called.'
'Well, we could use the money, and besides, you'll see that Jim can stand to lose some size-'
Emily looked up at Jim and smirked. 'Oh, okay! Well, then I'm sure you know everything about this study. We've sent you the pamphlets and the agreements, so yeah- let's get started. Here, Jim-' She motioned to a small chair near her workstation- 'Why don't you take a seat while I get prepared.'
Jim sat down while Stacy leaned on the wall. It was a very small room. It reminded her of a doctor's office when she was a kid with a station of jars and folders and tools bolted in the corner, a few charts on the wall, a small bed lined with butcher paper on the opposing side, and a chair or two.
'Now, I just want Jim to know a few things, okay?'
'Okay.' He said trying to bury his burning cock in his lap.
'This would be a double-blind study, but not a single male has answered our ad, so we're giving you the good stuff.' Said Emily.
'Okay.' He said short, quick.
Emily went to her workstation and pulled out a small white jar with no label. 'This is product A1294384- something. This is a topical lotion that has been infused with the drug that we are currently studying. What this cream should do is reduce or collapse the cells of the target area by use of cell degradation or meiosis. We're not sure what yet. But disclaimer here- what we want to prove is that it shrinks the target area. Now why a male penis and not a hand or a foot? Well, quite simply a hand is more complex than a penis. A penis doesn't have bone or major muscles, and it is easier to measure. Besides, it's easier to live with a reduced penis than a reduced hand-'
'Speak for yourself-' Said Stacy.
Emily smiled. 'Now I must warn you. We know nothing about its effectiveness. We believe that each bi-weekly application will produce certain results, but until we test it out, we won't know-'
'So why test it in the first place?' Asked Jim.
'Oh, good question. Many reasons, I guess. But we won't know that, my darling, until we test it out.'
'So...I just take off my pants and you...uh...' Jim was red-faced. Emily noted his discomfort which was really arousal and replied, 'No, no- you can do this all in the privacy of your own home. It's just here that we need to- errm- measure you.'
'Okay.'
'And well, we need to measure you...well...erect. So we know for sure. Because it tends to be that a limp penis fluctuates more so than an erect one-'
'Oh.' Said Stacy. 'Then I'll leave you two alone.'
'Oh, you don't have to do that-' Said Emily, but Stacy left the room. For some reason, she wanted Jim alone with Emily. Maybe he'll explode again. Wouldn't that be funny? She thought.
When Stacy shut the door, Jim gulped.
'Well, uhh, if you could lie on this bed-' Said Emily as she turned around to get ready for the measurements. She put on a pair of surgical gloves. As Jim stood up from the chair, she added, 'Please take off your pants and well- you know-'
'Yeah,' Said Jim as he looked her up and down. She was a delicate woman, he thought, cursed somehow with parts that didn't fit her, like a large ass and double-d breasts. She tried to tame them, but it was hard for her. Even the unflattering lab coat couldn't hide her curves. Jim was deeply aroused and when he was naked from the waist down and laying on the bed, his cock was beaming like firecracker. When Emily turned and saw the eleven inch monster sticking up from Jim's doughy abdomen, Emily gulped. That was the biggest cock she had ever seen. She tried to remain professional, but it was hard with that thing exposed and throbbing.
'Let's get started.' She said, approaching the twitching shaft. 'I-well-I need to touch it-'
'It's-uhh-okay.' Jim said staring up at the ceiling, trying to detach himself from the situation. He knew that if he looked down at Emily's porcelain fingers dwarfed by his cock, he would just lose it.
Jim's stomach twisted as he felt the tips of Emily's cold fingers wrap around the base of Jim's penis and pull down his pubes and testicles so that she could get a reading with a laser scanner that she hovered from the bottom to the top. When the scanner beeped, Emily told him with some reluctance that he could put his pants back on.
When Jim was fully clothed Emily turned back around and gave him his chart to sign. There was today's date and the column to the right was his current length, and next to that was his width. It was nearly the same as Stacy's measurements, but it was more exact.
'I just need you to sign here-' She said, pointing next to his 5 ½ width. Jim signed his name.
'Okay, so we're all set,' Said Emily, handing him the jar. 'Now only apply this once a week. Try to do it on the same day each week. It's just enough for two uses. Now let it absorb in your skin. That should take 30 minutes or so. After that, don't go near any water for a few hours. The tingling that you might feel is natural. Sometimes you'll feel numbness too.' She said.
'What about sex?'
'Oh, err- yes.' Emily blushed. 'You can. After a few hours from application. So yeah-'
'But are there any other side-effects that I should know?' He asked.
'Well, we don't know yet, but from a theoretical standpoint, you should be more...sensitive.' She said, looking at Jim for a second before fidgeting with her workstation.
'What do you mean?' He asked, nearly breaking through his trousers.
'I mean to say, well, the reduction in size leads to an increase in sensitivity, which could mean-'
'Premature ejaculation!' He said, stifling his glee.
'Yes, I suppose. But I didn't want to scare you-'
'No, it's okay. I can deal with that-'
'Oh? Okay. Well, in that case. You're scheduled to come back in two weeks for another measuring. And well, I shouldn't do this, but well, you might need more so...' Emily gave Jim another jar of the cream. 'Just in case.' She said.
Before Jim left, Emily explained that it was some time after the end of the study altogether that he will get a check for the study, which would calculated to match the number of bi-weeks that he agreed to. Jim understood, and as Stacy and Jim walked out the building, Jim whispered into her ear that he wanted her to suck him off in the parking lot. Stacy, aroused beyond belief by Jim's vulgar demand, nodded and when they slid into the car, Stacy was quick to free Jim's monster. She teased him by asking how many licks would it take, and after the sixth swirl of Stacy's tongue along the tip of his penis, Jim sprayed Stacy in the face, which Stacy laughed and said, 'I guess it was six licks to your center!'
Jim leaned back in pure ecstasy. As Stacy wiped off the cum from her hair, she leaned inand asked him about Emily-
'What about her?'
'Do you like her? Do you think she's hot? Did she touch it?' She asked. It wasn't so much the questioning that threw Jim off, but the tone. Stacy actually seemed turned on by it. And after Jim confessed that Emily touched his cock, Stacy fondled his softening cock that suddenly came alive again. She stroked it eagerly while asking him dirty questions-
'Would you fuck her?' She said, tugging at his cock.
When he didn't answer, Stacy picked up the pace and gripped his cock harder-
'Yes!'
Instead of making her jealous, Stacy seemed pleased.
'What did she think of your big, fat cock?'
'She- Oh God!- she wanted it.'
'Mmmm, I bet she did. Come on, how bad do you want her?'
'Bad. So very bad.'
'Why?'
'Because- oh, fuck-' He was close to cumming. Stacy's hand was like a mad steam engine, pumping Jim's cock from pelvis to tip- 'She'll make me small!'
This time, Jim sprayed the roof of the car. He let out a big sigh. Stacy looked around to see if anyone was watching. She wiped her hand and looked at Jim. She wanted to tell him something- something that she just touched on- but she decided to wait. The two went home, and Jim, exhausted from his dreams finally coming true, went to bed early while Stacy toyed with the two jars of creams and the myriad of thoughts she was having on how all this will play out...

Ch.4: Jim's Dream Comes True

It was hard for Jim to tame his erection as he slathered the milk-white along his member. Stacy volunteered at first, but Jim knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself, so he went into the bathroom and did it himself. After thirty minutes, the creamy lotion had dissipated, leaving his penis glimmering in the light. With the first application, around the sides of his shaft, Jim instantly felt a tingling sensation. Once his entire cock was applied, he started feeling a pulling sensation from deep within his loins. After Jim came out of the bathroom, he saw Stacy standing outside with her arms folded across her ample breasts. She had a quizzical look on her.
'Is this really want you want?' She asked. 'It's not too late to wash it off.'
'Yes.' Was all Jim said.
'Okay then.' She said looking down at his crotch, as if believing the cream could shrink it instantly.
Jim held his composure for two weeks by following the routine of applying the lotion and not looking at his penis or even paying it much attention. For this application, he thought, he would act as if it did nothing at all. And at the back of Jim's mind, he was skeptical anyways. Just too good to be true, he thought. Despite the tingling and the odd tugging feeling he had at the base of his cock, he didn't believe anything could shrink his mega-cock. So he waited for the day when he would go back and get his measurements. Everything felt normal to Jim, except for his eating habits, which were picking up after he stopped going to the gym. Coupled with his sedentary desk job, Jim lost any definition of muscle he once had and even started to gain a pound or two that hugged his waist. It was imperceptible to any of his coworkers, but Jim felt a little heavier.
Two weeks and two applications, Stacy and Jim were back. Emily spared no time in telling Jim to strip and get on the bed while Stacy left the room. Jim sighed. This was all a waste of time, he thought. His cock was still raging, but it was only because he caught a glimpse of her ass as she bent to pick up a pencil that she dropped-
'10 inches even,' She said after she was done scanning.
'What?' Said Jim. He looked down at his cock. It did seem a bit smaller. And less thicker too.
'You lost an inch and-'
'Wait, you mean I shrunk?'
'Yes. That's what should happen. I thought I explained this to you-?'
'So it does work!' He cut in.
'It certainly did. And your width is 5 inches, leading to a half inch loss.'
'That's impossible,' Said Jim, shaking with excitement. Emily took his tone the wrong way.
'What? You don't believe me? Here, I'll use the tape measure.' Emily dug out some tape measure from one of her pockets, and before Jim could protest, she laid it along his cock, with her right hand gripping the base and her left hand dangling above the tip of his penis, holding the tape measure. The sudden stimulation of Emily's hand made Jim pivot up into the air, nearly gouging out one of Emily's eye with his red rocket.
'Oh dear!' She flew back, avoiding his sudden thrust.
'Oh God! I'm sorry!' He said grabbing his cock with both his hands, trying to hold back his erection-
'I'm- I'm just sensitive. That's all.'
A bit embarrassed by nearly being cock-whipped, Emily looked away and apologized, forgetting that Jim was more than a test subject.
After some silence between the two, Jim croaked, 'So...are we done here?'
'Of course, I just need to give you your next dose, but please- you can put your pants on.'
'Oh, right. Sorry-' He said, suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed that he was half-naked.
Jim pulled up his pants, but struggled with his still vehement erection. In the end, he had leave a good portion of it sticking out of the top of his underwear, digging his stomach, while covering it with the maroon sweatshirt he was wearing.
Emily blindly handed Jim the bottle and told him that she looked forward to seeing him next time.
'Yeah,' was all Jim said. He left the office and into the lobby where Stacy immediately locked her eyes on the great big lump snaking up Jim's midsection. She knew right then and there that the cream worked, and that Jim could barely contain himself. In the car, Jim begged Stacy to suck him off, but she had other ideas. Why not toy with him? She thought to herself.
'I'll give you a handjob when we get home. How's that?'
'God, I don't think I can wait that long.'
'What are you? Seventeen again? You can't get a hold of your libido?'
'I'm sorry, it's just- you would only understand this feeling if you had a fantasy of yours come true. I just-' He gripped his cock hard.
'Okay, okay.' Stacy purred. 'When we get home, you can do anything you want to get off. Fuck me, or have it sucked, I don't care. But you have to wait, Jim. Waiting is half the fun.'

Ch. 5: Jim's Shrinking Talent

The next two weeks were thrilling for Jim. After each application of cream, he would lay on the bed, feeling waves of ecstasy as his cock tingled and tightened. Some days, Stacy would watch like a scientist to see the effects. On other days, Stacy left him alone in their bedroom to masturbate or look at his penis in the bathroom mirror.
Stacy had a great idea and on the first night where Jim learned that his fantasy had come true, Stacy made a mold of his penis using a plastic-like substance that hardened on his erect penis. When she took it off and broke off the dregs that came with it, she held up the orange phallus to Jim with all his veins and ribs of the penis showing through. She told him that after a month or two, she wanted to see him put his cock back in it and see how loose it felt. Suffice to say, Jim loved it and nearly every day, crammed his penis in it to see if he could feel anything looser around the tip or near the base of his penis.
The cream didn't weaken their sex life either, but improved it. Every night and nearly every morning, Jim would want to get inside Stacy or be sucked off by Stacy, and most of the time, Stacy complied, only to see if she could tell by little degrees if there was a change in his cock. It was still too big for Stacy so these rituals hurt her, but as the days passed, the pain was less intense and the blow-jobs became easier for her to bring her lips past Jim's large tip. On the night just before the next visit, Stacy found to her surprise that she put a good inch or two of Jim's cock inside her mouth whereas before, Jim was so thick that she could only lick his penis like a candy-cane and call it a cunnilingus. Jim was overjoyed to see Stacy be able to pull her lips over his cock, even if it was for a small dip of his member, it was like Jim had visual evidence that it was shrinking.
During sex, Jim was a rabid animal, slamming into Stacy and pulling her in all directions. Stacy had to slow him down and remind him that he still was too big for her, to which he replied, gleefully, 'Soon, I won't be.' Thankfully for Stacy the cream was producing a small side-effect that showed a different side to Jim's love-making. During the nights when they made love to one another, Jim would go for hours, giving Stacy multiple orgasms without relent. He would pay close attention to Stacy's needs, and choose a position that would heighten the moment, or he would adjust his tempo or the force of his thrusts to match Stacy's pleasure. Needless to say, Jim was a very mindful lover. In fact, Jim had such mental control over his love-making, that he could time his ejaculation perfectly with Stacy's final climax so that the two could collapse together onto the bed and hold each other for the rest of the night. Now it seemed that with Jim's fantasy coming true, Stacy thought, Jim was losing control. Now it seemed like it was all about him. She even noticed that he seemed to last not as long, only giving Stacy a few orgasms before suddenly bucking his hips wildly and emptying into her. When he did that, it was only Jim that collapsed on the bed, out-of-breath and drowsy, leaving Stacy chasing after another orgasm that was almost attained.
And not only did Jim's cock showed signs of change, it was his body too that looked different. After four or so weeks of quitting the gym and embracing a more junk-food diet (well, junk food for a vegetarian), Jim had lost all of the progress that his body once showed, leaving him a plain, albeit average body with no discernible musculature. His arms lost their size and his belly started to push out over his underwear with a slight hint of love-handles. He wasn't extremely committed to the weight gain aspect of his transformation, having been totally intoxicated by the idea of his shrinking member, but when Jim stepped on the scale at Emily's lab and saw that he weighed 187, he started thinking about what Stacy had said about eating meat. If he did that, he could finally stop by all those fast-food joints on his way home from work! If he opened himself to meat again, he could really pig out! I bet Stacy would like that, Jim thought to himself. But he still had some reservations about it, so he left it in the back of his mind as the two went into Emily's office.
As usual, Stacy left the room while Emily prepared for the second measurement. Jim had been erect nearly all this morning, so when she asked him to prepare himself, he simply smiled and pulled down his pants to reveal his glowing boner. This time, Emily seemed more accustomed to it and even joked about how Jim seems always 'ready to report.'
Jim laughed and hopped on the bed. His cock slapping his soft tummy.
When Emily brought out the digital measurement reader, Jim asked if she could use the tape measure.
'Are you sure?' She asked nearly blushing.
'I like it better.'
'Oh, okay. But you remember I really need a good measurement, so I'll have to- you know-'
'Yes.' Jim said quickly. 'I'll control myself this time.'
Emily brought out the tape and with her right hand, she gripped the base of his cock with two fingers and tugged hard, causing Jim to wince in sudden stimulation. Then she moved the tape of his penis and to the tip where she held it down the pointer finger of her left hand. When she got the number, she wrapped the tape around Jim's penis, just below the head, and wrote down the number while Jim gripped the sides of the bed. When it was over, she said to Jim, 'Your penis is officially 9 ¼ inches with a width of 4 ¼ inch. That's a loss ¾ inch of both length and width.'
'That's incredible.'
'I know! If you don't mind me saying, but I can really tell with this measurement.'
'You can?'
'A little bit, but-'
'I couldn't. But now- whoa. He grabbed his penis in front of Emily. Before, the tip of his thumb and middle finger never could reach around his meat and touch one another, but now he could. It felt...different to him now. He looked up at Emily and realized what he was doing.
'Jesus, I'm sorry!' He said, stuffing his cock as best he could down his pants. Jim continued to apologize, but Emily tried to placate him.
'It's alright. I want you to feel very comfortable here. I mean, I won't lie, that thing scared the hell out of me the first two visits, but now, I don't know. It looks kind of cute. In a fuzzy-but-dangerous grizzly bear sort of way.'
Jim was elated to hear his cock seemed cute. That was what all the girls told the fat guys on the videos he watched. How cute it was. How harmless it was- what will she say in the next visit or the visit after that? Would it be even cuter? God, Jim couldn't wait until he stood there with a six inch cock, with Emily's hand nearly hiding his whole member.
Jim nearly lost control, but Emily was quick to regain her professionalism. She handed him another bottle and bid him goodbye.
At home, Stacy wanted to get a good look of Jim's cock before he slathered it with the cream. It was already erect when Stacy went to lay next to him. With her free hand, she started toying with his penis, almost in the same, surgical way that Emily did: Tugging at the base, measuring his width with her fingers, heaving the tip of his penis high in the air and letting fall down with a thwap on his stomach.
'Well?'
'It looks smaller.' She said plainly. She gripped it hard and started to jerk him off only to stop halfway. She threw her legs around him and positioned the tip underneath her pussy, and slowly easing into herself, Jim watched as she bit her lip and let out the moan she usually made when he was penetrating her for the first time. But to Jim's surprise, Stacy's moan wasn't as loud as it used to be. In fact, it sounded almost pleased and not tinged with the pain of being stretched by his penis.
Stacy smiled and with sudden intent, she took all of Jim's cock inside of her, and begun pumping him up and down, which was a new sight for Jim who had to do the impaling himself, as Stacy couldn't bear to put that much inside her. Now, for the first time in their love-making, she seemed in control, which thrilled Jim.
Sweat dripped down Stacy's neck. Jim watched as her large, perky tits bounced up and down. He was hypnotized by those tits. He felt a sudden rush of excitement. He looked down at Stacy's pussy slamming down on the base of Jim's penis. Stacy moaned and dug her nails into his soft skin. She increased her tempo. He could feel her ass slap against his thighs. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Together, they were reaching the abyss of pleasure. Together, they were losing all control. Together, they were cumming!
'Oh God!' They both yelled as Jim released his load and Stacy shook in a moment of euphoria.
When it was all over, the two laid there, holding one another.
'Something was different.' Said Stacy, sighing.
'Yeah, I could feel it. It felt...good though.'
'Yeah, really good.' Said Stacy, deep in thought. 'Maybe you should stop all of this.'
'What? You think so?' Jim was felt deeply relaxed. All of his urges to shrink his penis and wreck his body were gone, and what remained was the feeling that he was at the perfect size for Stacy. So when she told him to stop, he wasn't alarmed. He sort-of agreed.
'Okay, I'll stop.' He said. The two went to sleep with the jar of cream going untouched.
But by the next day, the haze of their wild night quickly faded, and Jim's urges came back with a vengeance. It all started when Stacy was in the kitchen making breakfast and Jim was lying in bed. He was happy the two could share time together on their joint day-off. He had no desire in getting out of bed, so Stacy left him there. As he rolled over, however, he saw the jar of cream still left on the nightstand. He remembered their agreement, but deep inside Jim, he felt a new desire, and it was more intense than the last one. What if he did it in secrecy? Without Stacy knowing? But she would know, he thought. Eventually....But what's one more application going to harm? Jim fought off his perverted desires, until they won out in the end. Jim took the jar into the bathroom and applied his next dose...

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Ch. 6: Jim Loses Control...

'190.' Said the receptionist as she jotted down Jim's weight. The few extra pounds did nothing for Jim's appearance. They simply made him look less out-of-shape.
'Where's Stacy?' Asked Emily as she saw Jim walk through the door.
'Oh, she's in the waiting room. I told her I'll make this quick.'
'That's the spirit. So-' She pointed to the bed. Jim, as usual, took off his trousers and leaped on the bed with his cock flopping about. Emily remembered his request for the tape measure and had it out and ready. Emily's touch was heaven for Jim. He felt his testicles seize up against his taint, and his thighs quake with the sudden sensation. When she was finished, she told him the good news.
'Eight inches in length and four inches in width. I do say that this is your biggest loss thus far. You haven't been sneaking in extra doses, have you?' she asked.
The truth was that Jim was so turned-on by applying the cream without Stacy knowing that he used the extra jar to up the dose each week to two applications.
'No,' He said, as he watched Emily pinch his cock and heave to the left and right. It certainly looked smaller now. Almost average in a way. And from the extra doses, he felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure in between Emily's pinching fingers. Jim eyed Emily's cleavage poking through her coat. He thought about tearing off her coat and grabbing her tits. I bet she has a wonderful rack, he thought.
Oh God! He felt the pre-cum build up in his penis. This was a first.
He pulled away from Emily who looked surprised.
He tucked his cock in his underwear, which seemed easier now, and buckled his pants. The friction of his underwear on the head of his penis almost made him cum in his pants. He bucked for a moment, and tried hard to keep it together. Once he managed to regain some control, he thanked Emily for the jar she gave him and left the office.

Back home, Stacy was stewing over the lie that Jim had told her before he left. It didn't make sense to her, so she started to wonder. Then wonder turned to suspicion, and finally, suspicion turned to a full blown investigation, ending in Stacy finding the empty jars of cream at the bottom of the trashcan.
Stacy was furious. How could he be so selfish! How could he not care about what I want! She knew that there was no way back from this situation. Jim wanted to fulfill his desire, truly and completely. She wondered if even the promise to only shrink down to six inches was a lie. She even wondered if he wanted a smaller dick than that! Well, she thought to herself, if you want fulfill your fantasy, I want something in return. That's the only way this will work, she thought to herself.
When Jim got home, Stacy was sitting in a chair in the living room waiting for him, a glass of wine in her hand. Jim was surprised.
'Is there something wrong?'
Come here, my love.' She said. He walked towards her and stopped a few feet away. She put down her glass. Judging by the stain of her lips, she must've drank an entire bottle of wine. 'Come closer.'
Jim took a few steps closer. His pelvis was nearly a foot away from her. In one quick motion, she unbuckled his pants and slid them down, exposing his briefs that were stained with cum. She laughed at this sudden discovery.
'What's the matter? You couldn't control yourself?'
'No, I- well-' How could explain this? How could he come up with any other scenario that wasn't the one involving him jacking off feverishly in his car after seeing Emily?
She pulled down his underwear. His above-average cock was quickly hardening. When it was fully erect, Stacy looked at it for a moment. 'It's smaller.' She said.
'I'm sorry, I can't stop.'
'I think I can give you a proper blow-job now,' She said, licking the tip of his penis, playing with his balls. 'Let's see.' Stacy said as she engulfed his penis. It was still thick and too long for her to swallow, but she had no trouble sliding it between her teeth, and against the back of her throat. When she did this, Stacy was only three or four inches away from the base of his cock. Jim bucked and grabbed Stacy's head. He didn't want her to stop. This was the first time a girl could give him a substantial blow-job. He loved how it felt as she sucked and teased her tongue around the tip. Within a few minutes, he came.
Stacy was satisfied and wiped away her lips. 'Smaller and quicker. Is that what you want?'
'Yes.' He said, falling back in the couch, letting his cock slowly deflate.
'Then I want something in return.'
'What?' He said looking up at the ceiling.
'You can continue to shrink your cock. I'll even let you decide how small you want it-'
'Really? Even if it's smaller than six inches?'
'Sure. But I want you fat. I want you seriously fat.'
Jim's cock twitched to life. Stacy stood and went into the kitchen. He didn't notice it until now, but she had high heels on. They clicked on their wooden floor. When she returned, Jim noticed the nice cocktail dress she was wearing too. She put a take-away pizza on the coffee table in front of him. The XXL box completely covered the table. As she opened the lid, Jim could smell sausage and bacon.
'I want you to eat meat again. And not only that, I want you to really eat meat again. With a vengeance. I want to see you greased up and pigging out.'
'But Stace-'
'No! That's what I want, Jim! Now do it!'
Jim looked down at the oozing, meat-ladened pizza. He took a slice and slowly took a bite. The pepperoni tasted amazing to Jim and all the cheese and buttery crust suddenly awakened his stomach. He took another bite. Then another.
'Good boy. Now I want you to finish all of this while I go to sleep in our bedroom. I want a night alone to think about all of this. You can sleep on the couch.'
Jim nodded and continued to devour the pizza.

In the morning, Stacy walked into the living room only to see Jim snoring heavily on the couch next to an empty box of pizza. His white shirt was stained in grease and his flaccid cock was exposed along with the dried remains of his late night jerk-off against his ripening belly.
Stacy still felt betrayed by Jim, and seeing him lying there with total disregard made her feel even worse. So she channeled her anger into the one thing that she knew would please her. After an hour of driving around town, Stacy came back with a hefty load of food for Jim. As she set the bags of Mcmuffins and boxes of donuts and pancake platters on the empty pizza box in front of Jim, she thought to herself, if this is what you want, then I'll make sure you get there fast. She leaned over and kissed Jim's forehead. As Jim's eyes fluttered open, Stacy cooed, 'I brought you some breakfast, darling.'
'Oh...' He said, the realization that he had slept on the couch all night slowing donning on him, not to mention to rich taste of meat in his mouth. He almost forgot what he had done. He almost felt guilty. That was until Stacy shoved a bacon egg mcmuffin into his mouth.
'Eat up.' She said and kissed him again. In a sort-of half-trance, Jim emptied one bag after the other, continuing on to the donuts, then finishing his meal with pancakes and an extra helping of sausage. When he was finished, Stacy came around and patted his distended belly and forced him to drink an entire carton of full-fat milk, purposefully letting some of it dribble down his chin and onto his stained shirt. When the carton was empty, Jim let out a massive burp into Stacy's face who twisted up her nose and turned away from him. He could tell she was disgusted by his new appetite and asked if he was still mad that he continued the treatment even though she asked him not to-
'Mad? No, I'm not mad' she said as went into the kitchen to grab an apple. As she paused by the fruit basket, she said, 'I just want to fulfill your fantasy. I can tell you've lost control. Ever since the first application, you became obsessed with completing the transformation. I had thought that one night I had saved you from yourself, that you could accept a compromise, but I know now that you can't, and you won't stop until you're a fat, small-dicked loser. A slob. An all-day wanker. Once that's complete, and I've seen what you really have become, then who knows? Maybe I'll leave you. Or better yet, maybe we'll get married, just so I can cheat on you with men who are fitter than you; who don't smell like grease; who have bigger cocks than you!'
'Fuck!' He said, slipping a hand down his pants, suddenly wanting nothing in the world but to jerk off to the image Stacy just painted for him. Stacy was completely thrown off by this and went around the couch to get a better view of what Jim was becoming. Eyes closed with a stuffed stomach, Jim feverishly tugged at his exposed cock, which seemed less impressive to Stacy. Within minutes, Jim came and sprayed cum all over the carpet.
After a moment of silence, Stacy retrieved a towel and slowly dabbed the wet spots on the carpet, then finishing up on Jim's hard belly. When she was close to him, she said, 'But until that time comes, I'll be the bitch in the video you adore so much. I'll tease you and humiliate you. I'll make sure your constantly being stuffed, and I'll watch as your cock slowly loses its ferocity as you try to fuck me.'
Jim started breathing heavily again. Stacy looked down as saw that his erection was back. Stacy placed a hand on his cock and flicked the shaft.
'But I want you to do one thing from now on-'
'What! Anything!'
She grabbed his cock hard and said to him, 'I don't want your filth anymore. In the rare chance that I'll let you fuck me, I want you to wear a condom, understand?'
'Yes, yes!' He said. It had been years since Jim had worn a condom. Mostly because none of them could fit his monster cock. But now looking down at his reduced member, he wondered what size could he not fit into? Stacy released Jim's penis. When she went back into the kitchen, she watched as Jim masturbated for a second time this morning.

The next two weeks went by in a blur. Jim re-discovered his love for meat, and with that, his love for fast-food. He practically lived off double-bacon-cheese-burgers or patty melts for the next fourteen days, with Stacy prodding him along the way. At work, he ordered in, and every day became a struggle with his belt. By the time his next scheduled visit came, Jim's body had really blown up.
'Oh, wait,' Said the receptionist, trying to re-calibrate the scale.
'What's wrong?' Asked Stacy, standing behind a stuffed Jim.
'That can't be right. It says here that you weigh 201 pounds.'
'Well, he's been indulging these last few weeks, so I'm sure that's right, darling.' She said as she patted Jim's noticeable belly poking over his belt. At the last weigh-in, Jim's body seemed average, but now he seemed a bit out-of-shape. Not chubby by degrees, but just thicker. His arms were thicker. Face fuller. Even his ass stuck out a little more.
When Stacy waited in the lobby, Jim went into to see Emily leaning over her desk with her ass unwittingly exposed to Jim. Jim couldn't help but stare. It seemed these days that any pair of tits or shapely ass could disarm him. He felt like a teenager again when his libido was running out of control. Emily turned and caught Jim staring, but didn't seem to mind, while Jim turned away, flustered.
The two made some idle chit-chat before Emily brought out the tape and Jim stripped down. On the bed, Jim noticed that his erection seemed less...how could he put it?...Less commanding. Before, with all his absurd girth, Jim's penis looked like a club, and except for a few occasions (most notably, the ones with Emily), Jim's penis was so heavy that it barely could stand up straight. Now it was stiff as a board and held firmly to an angle that made it appear sleeker, and less dense. Even the tip of his penis looked more pointed and less mushroom shaped.
Emily measured his penis, and had less trouble gripping the base.
As he laid there, she told him the results: 'Seven and a quarter inches in length, and...Three and three quarters inch in width. According to the global average, you are very close to being average, Jim.'
As she said this, Jim couldn't contain himself. As if on command, his penis twitched a couple of times, then erupted in cum, shooting a load onto Jim's shirt and gushing down the shaft and onto Emily's gloved hand. Emily stood back as Jim rolled back and moaned. When his euphoria had dissipated, he realized what had happened and quickly went to cleaning up his mess while Emily held out the hand with jizz on her fingers, confused and bewildered and slightly amazed that a man could ejaculate without touching himself.
Jim continued to apologize as he grabbed handfuls of paper towels to clean his knob.
'No, it's okay. It's only natural. Well, not very natural, but-' She said, trying assuage Jim's humiliation.
Emily took the end of his dirty glove and pulled off her hand. 'Tell me, Jim, are there any side-effects that you want to talk about? Anything Stacy wants to add?'
'I- well, it's- I'm sorry for that. It's just like you said- it's really sensitive now. Sometimes I can just 'go' without ever touching it. It's rare, but if I'm aroused, I-'
'Aroused? But all I did was- oh.' She remembered his cheeky stare. Was she the cause of his premature ejaculation? Emily had never thought of herself as much of a sex object, but the stray thought of being one suddenly made her feel a little hot. It was the new idea of having power over a man that intrigued Emily. She curiously wondered if she could get him to do it again. Maybe next time she could wear something low-cut? No, she thought to herself, she needs to be a professional.
'Yeah.' Said Jim and tried hard to wipe away the glowing stain streaking across his shirt. It was no use. Still feeling humiliated, Jim left the office and quickly walked out of the office with Stacy in-tow. When she saw the stain in the car, she asked him what happened. He told her.
'So you can do that now.' She said, and thinking about it some more, started laughing at Jim, who drove the whole way home in silence.

Ch. 7: New Changes

A few significant changes took place in the coming weeks. At Jim's work, the company wanted to cut costs, so they offered new positions as a work-from-home staff, which Jim accepted, knowing that it would be easier for him. And alternately, with Stacy's job as a nurse, she decided to cut back on hours in order to take care of herself. She started jogging again and eating more healthy as her boy-friend stuffed himself silly. She decided that if he wanted to be an ugly loser, she would then make up for it by being a total hottie.
Jim kept on eating and applying the cream. It had been several weeks since he had shared the same bed with Stacy, let alone sleep with her, so on a day when Jim had buried three rotisserie chickens inside his stomach and was slathered in butter and juices, he was surprised to find Stacy calling him into the bedroom. He stumbled off the couch and went inside. Stacy had put on some sexy lingerie that made her look like a french maid. When he stood dumbly by the bed, his cock making a modest tent in his sweatpants, Stacy went up to him and kissed him passionately. After she was finished, she licked her lips.
'That was my dinner. Want to give me dessert, big boy?'
'Yes!'
Stacy fell back on the bed as Jim dropped his pants. He was about to mount her, but she reminded him of the rules. She knew he wouldn't be prepared, so she pointed to a bowl placed on the bureau. Jim went to it and found it filled with a variety of condoms with all different colors and sizes. Some of them were extra-large, while Jim pulled out one that looked painfully small in comparison to the large one. Stacy noticed him examining the extra-small condom and said-
'In a month or so, that will be the only condom you ever use.'
Jim had to see how small it was and tore open the package. The ring of latex could fit on a shot-glass, and when he un-rolled it, he saw that it could barely cover his pinky finger.
'Jesus Christ,' He said, extremely horny.
'Let me see your cock so I can tell you which one you might need.'
Jim pulled it out, and showed it to her. Ever since the last visit, his cock had gotten even smaller. But it still had a good amount of length, so Stacy told him to get the blue condoms. These, Jim saw, were large condoms.
When Jim put on the condom, he felt a slight looseness in the shaft, but he didn't care. He took off his shirt and the pants that lay at his feet. Stacy could tell he was getting along nicely. The softness that huddled at his middle was looking like a serious gut. He even sported love handles and his thighs started touching together. He went to the foot of the bed and fell onto Stacy.
He kissed and sucked on her breasts as he penetrated her. She didn't moan, and her pussy felt a little less resistant than usual. When he was fully inside her, something Jim had to get used to, he thrust in and out with wild abandon, ignoring Stacy altogether, treating her like a sex doll, flipping her around so he could fuck her harder. But try as he might, he couldn't get Stacy to scream like she used to. He could tell that she was enjoying his cock, but not like before, and it was almost as if she could handle him now. This made him want to thrust harder, and grabbing her ass with both hands, he drilled into her cunt. This time, Stacy let out a scream, pleasing Jim, and bringing him to climax. As he pulled out and fell onto the bed, Stacy calmly went over to her nightstand and pulled out a stopwatch. Unbeknownst to Jim, she had started it as soon as he was examining the bowl of condoms. She hit the stop button and dangled the watch in front of him.
'What's this?' He said, dazed.
'Your time. I thought you'd like it. Remember when you could dominate me for hours? Well-'
He looked at the time. It read 10 minutes and 23 seconds.
'And that time's padded too. I'd say you lasted barely eight minutes, stud.' She said with a tone of condescension.
'Did you-?'
'Yes, once. But you used to give me multiple orgasms before. Your not much of a lover anymore as you are a dirty prick. Go back to the couch.'

Gone were the days of Jim quietly masturbating once a week. Now he jacked off three, maybe four times a day. He couldn't understand how he could produce so much sperm or why his libido had gotten out-of-control, but Jim couldn't help himself. Whether it was his growing gut or his shrinking cock, or his access to a near endless supply of pornography, Jim struggled to get any work done before his mind turned to a nice pair of tits or his hand crept down to his sweatpants, which he now wore constantly. Left to his devices, for the next four weeks, Jim masturbated and ate. At the next visit, the receptionist was still perplexed by Jim's weight, which had climbed to an impressive 214 pounds. Emily, too, noticed the belly that poked underneath his shirt, and the double chin forming underneath his once masculine jawline. When Emily measured him (Jim doing everything in his power not to ejaculate), she told him he was 6 ½ inches long, and 3 ½ inches wide. Jim was satisfied and continued applying the cream and eating like there's no tomorrow.
And on the next visit, Jim seemed to have become a different person entirely. He embraced his sedentary lifestyle. He jacked off more frequently; Stacy noted the number of cases of tissues Jim went through and all the empty boxes of food he left by the garbage can. So when it came to weigh Jim, the receptionist felt a bit disgusted by his overall unkempt appearance. He had stopped wearing nice clothes and instead, Jim opted to wear sweatpants and baggy shirts. Most of the shirts he wore had stains on them. Jim didn't care, and he wore one to the lab. His beard was growing out. His hair was longer and greasy from Jim's lackadaisical hygiene, and the gut that Jim sprouted two weeks prior was now a large feature on his body, slumping over the drawstrings on his sweatpants and pulling down the edge of his briefs.
The receptionist weighed him in at 232 pounds.
Jim was in a trance when he entered Emily's office. He had already jerked off six times before coming here. There were flecks of dried sperm on his shrinking member, and a sneer on Jim's face as he saw Emily without her stiff lab coat on, wearing a blouse that accentuated her breasts. She saw that Jim was already erect. She acknowledged his ungroomed appearance, but she seemed not to care. When she failed at making him cum in the last visit, she remained determined to make him gush this time. She told him the usual stuff, but this time, she added, 'If you need some help let me know.'
In Jim's perverted mind, that meant anything and everything. He was about to say something extremely dirty, but he held back. When Emily turned around and faced Jim's erect penis, this time a bit small in contrast to his flabby belly that rose up from the puffy base of his cock, Emily smiled and asked him if it was okay if she could measure it.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, Jim was emboldened. His libido was shrieking inside his brain. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her, so his desperation sounded like confidence to her when he said, 'You can do whatever you want.'
Emily giggled. She slowly grabbed at the bottom of Jim's penis. She could feel how much thinner it had become and how her hand seemed to appear larger next to his red hard-on. She trailed up the shaft thinking how there was less ground to cover now, and when she reached the tip, she noted how small it seemed. The outward ridges of the head were once so prominent and deep, but now they looked barely noticeable on his elongated head.
'5 ½ inches and thickness: 3 ¼ inches. I think that makes you average, Jim.'
'Yes, yes!' He couldn't hold it back anymore. Emily smiled as she saw his diminished member fling white goo on his already stained shirt. It kept coming in spurts without anything touching his cock. She watched, mesmerized, as the cock twitched and another load shot out. It twitched again and another spurt. She was so hypnotized by his dancing cock that without thinking, Emily grabbed it and finished Jim off until all the semen was squeezed out of his cock. When it was over, Emily told him that she'll make sure to be ready next time. Jim walked out of the office in total bliss.

Ch. 8: Stacy, Unsatisfied

'So you're half the size you once were?' She said after Jim had told her the results.
'I guess so.'
Stacy went and grabbed the mold that she once made of his glorious cock. She handed it to him. Holding it with both hands, Jim couldn't believe how large it once was. Did it really have this massive tip? Could it really be this long? He thought. How did he jerk off before? With two hands?
'Put your cock in it.' She said. Jim suddenly became erect by the idea.
Jim took off his pants and guiding the tip into the gaping hole, he pulled the mold over his penis and onto the base. He couldn't believe it! He was no where near the end, and when he shook his penis, he could feel the space between his small cock and the cock he used to have.
'Well?'
'It's so small! I can't feel the walls! Jesus, there's so much space, Stace- I really do have an average cock.' As Jim pulled out his penis and Stacy could get a good look, she remarked, 'Well, a bit below average, Jim.'
'What do you mean? You think I'm smaller than average?'
'You still have the length, but your cock has gotten really thin. I think I can- well, let's see.' She said and knelt down and plucked up his tip with her mouth. She started giving him a blow-job with ease, feeling his thin member comfortably fitting inside her mouth. She slurped the length of the shaft while Jim tried to stay on his two feet. She bobbed up and down, getting closer and closer to the base, but his penis was still too long for her that she admitted defeat and stopped before he could climax.
'Stacy! Please!' He begged as she wiped her lips and stood back up. She looked him over and didn't see the Jim she loved anymore, but an increasingly doughy wanker with a below average cock.
'You finish up, Jim, I know your good at that.' She said before going to the bedroom. She shut the door behind her and locked it for good measure. She went to her bedside. That humiliating act seemed to make her horny, so Stacy brought out one of her new favorite toys. Little did Jim know, Stacy had acquired a large dildo from a sex shop after Jim last had sex with her. It was an eleven-incher. Thick like Jim's was, and always ready to pleasure her for hours on end. Most nights, it did just that while Jim laid on the couch and let his penis shrink to oblivion. She loved how it stretched out her vagina; how pain mixed with pleasure made her have the most intense orgasms. It only took Jim to lose half his cock for Stacy to realize how much she missed having a monster cock deep inside her.
As Stacy shoved the torpedo-like dildo inside of her, she fantasized about sleeping with other men. Fitter men, with big dicks. She pictured having sex with a doctor that she fancied. Then she pictured being taken from behind by the handsome barista at the coffee shop she frequented. As she grew closer to climax, she imagined herself being punished by a big black cock as Jim was forced to watch in the corner of the room with Stacy's moans getting Jim off. But something of the old Stacy came back to her. She looked at Jim's face in the fantasy, and wondered if she was being too cruel. But then she remembered how it wasn't their idea, but Jim's idea to completely degrade himself. So fuck him, she thought, as she returned to the giant cock in her fantasy. But the compassionate side of Stacy continued to wear on her, so to completely neutralize that feeling, she knew that she had to make Jim even more abominable to her. He was already getting fat, she thought, and his penis was already half his size, so what could she do to make him absolutely nauseating to her? Then she remembered a medication out on the market. It was a mild medication of sorts, but it was being taken off the shelf because of strange side-effect that it caused in patients. Stacy remembered where they kept the discontinued bottles and decided that the next day she was going to work, she would swipe a few for Jim...

Jim was on the couch yet again when Stacy came home. Jim no longer greeted her or even looked in her direction. Jim was either too invested in the feast he was enjoying, or worried that if he caught a glimpse of Stacy's tightening ass or her large tits he would explode in his trousers, or worse, try to force himself onto Stacy. These days, he was at the mercy of his five inch pecker.
'Here,' Said Stacy as she dropped a plain looking pill bottle onto Jim's lap; it fell right in the crease where his two thighs met together, just below his over-flowing gut.
When Jim finished the slice of pizza he was working on, he looked down and asked Stacy what it was-
'I want you take these pills. Five times a day, every other hour. Sound simple enough?'
'What are they?' He said through a stuffed mouth.
'Oh, don't worry about that. They're harmless, really, but you'll find out what they do in a few days. Now be a good boy and pop one in your mouth. If you do that, I'll toss you off.'
Hearing that, Jim quickly unscrewed the lid, plucked a red tablet out of the bottle and popped it in his mouth.
'Good,' She said, and told him to take off his pants while she retrieved a condom. When Stacy came back, he saw that she wasn't holding a blue condom anymore, but an orange one.
'See, I bought these condoms from a website that makes condoms in very specific sizes. They're all numbered. The biggest ones- that you'll never use again- are a number eight. And the blue one you used a month back, that was a five. And this one right here is a 3. I didn't know how much you've lost, so it might be a bit snug,' she said. Jim's heart was racing as Stacy unrolled the thin condom onto his penis. The shaft had shrunk so much that to Stacy and Jim's surprise, the condom fit just perfectly on his below average cock, and when Stacy gripped his penis, Jim saw how only the head poked out an inch above her fist. As she jerked him off, Stacy could see how Jim was so sensitive, even with the condom on. Each stroke made him moan and shake, his pillow-sized gut actually rippling with fat while his thighs rhythmically knocked back and forth. It didn't take long before Jim came into the condom, filling up the reservoir with a ludicrous balloon of white liquid. Stacy wiped away the lubricant on her black leggings.
'God, that took only two minutes. Was it good though?'
'Yes,' Said Jim, leaning back. A small fart escaped his flabby butt-cheeks. Stacy smiled, knowing what was in store for Jim.

After about three days of taking those red pills that Stacy gave Jim, a funny thing started happening to Jim. At first, Jim chalked it up to all the food he was eating, but then by the third day, he started wondering what those pills were doing to him, as he had the greatest build-up of gas that he had ever felt before. Almost every other minute, he felt a fart building up in his backside, only to be involuntarily let out in a massive roar. Another minute would pass, and Jim would feel it again, and let out another fart. The same could be said about his belching too. After a fart, he would burp, and after that, another fart.
When Stacy got home on the day the pills were kicking in, she found Jim ripping massive farts on the couch with the whole living room stained in the lingering scent of Jim's flatulence.
'Stace, I don't know if I-' RRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP! -'Want to take these pills anymore-' POOOOOOT!
'Oh, you don't have to anymore, Jim. It seems to be working anyways.' Jim's confused expression prompted Stacy to explain. 'You see, these pills do a number on one's intestinal tract. It's a bit complex for you to understand, but to put it plainly, it jacks up the enzymes that break down your food and causes more gas to be converted from the food you eat, essentially making you a bagpipe of farts and burps!' Stacy laughed and continued to laugh as Jim tried and failed to keep in a belch.
'I don't want this-' UUUUURP!
'Too bad. I need you revolting enough to start the final phase of this whole freak-show. So fatty, let me hear you let out a real big one. Come on!'
Red-faced and for once genuinely disturbed by what he was becoming, Jim denied her by holding it all in.
'Come on now, I know you have one ready in the holster. I can see you holding it back.'
It was true, the pressure of the gas was tremebdous. Jim had never felt this before. He had held back a fart before, but this was something too strong. Within seconds, his fortitude broke down and a loud, screeching fart escaped from his defeated rectum.
Stacy was delighted. He couldn't even control that anymore! Jim looked down, completely embarrassed, only to pass more gas...


Ch. 9: Jim's Ascension

Jim listened as Stacy ordered some pizza for him in the kitchen. She was in a foul mood after hearing Jim had lost his job due to low productivity and not meeting deadlines. When he was forced to go back to the company to receive his final check, nearly all of his coworkers peeked their heads over their cubicle walls to see Jim huffing and puffing down the corridor; his now Santa Claus gut leading the way and his foul odor undulating out into the office. He could only look down as he let out an audible fart with each few steps. As he passed his cubicle buddy, who looked Jim up and down, his face twisted in a confused expression, wondering how a fit and confident man like Jim had become a total fat slob in a matter of months. After Jim had walked past him, he joked to his coworker that they couldn't beg him to work from home seeing what it did to Jim!
'Yes, I want three double X-L meat lover's pizzas to be delivered. And throw in a 3 liter of coke. That's all. Thanks.' Stacy hung up the phone. She went back into her room and put on a sexy dress. She came back out as Jim crept his hand down his pants and let out another fart.
'You're pathetic, Jim.' She said. He replied with a burp while he stared at the television in front of him. There was an advertisement playing with a hot celebrity doing her best to clean a car. He was already toying with his small penis before Stacy turned off the TV, bringing him out of his perverted trance.
'Are you listening to me?'
'Yes.' He said, looking down at her tits scantily clad in a cocktail dress she was wearing in front of him.
'Now, I left you some money because clearly you can't take care of yourself now. Your food will be here in thirty minutes. I expect you to eat every morsel of food. When I come back, I better see three empty boxes and your fat ass on the sofa.'
'Where are you going?' Jim asked. Stacy was put a little off-guard by his question. For weeks now, Jim neither looked at her or spoke to her. Now, all of a sudden, he wanted to know what she was up to? Fine, she thought, she'll tell him.
'I'm going out with a friend. We're going to a club. I told her that I broke up with you because you got fat and you lost your job, so we're celebrating being single. How does that hit you?'
Jim was really turned on. He didn't know why. He should've felt hurt or even jealous about Stacy possibly meeting a guy, but he wasn't. All he felt was horny. She could tell by his expression, and his hand latching onto his cock that she touched on a new dimension of his depravity.
'Jim, now I'm being serious here. This..this whole situation. It's weird. Now I know you can get another job, and I know you can lose the weight, and I'm okay if your cock isn't very big anymore, but I want to know if you want me to walk out that door or if you want me to stay? I know you can return to the old Jim I once loved. I don't want it to end up like this- This is your final wake-up call. After that, I can't help you.' She said sincerely.
But it was too much for him. He was split into two people; one was the old Jim, and the other was a mongrel that enjoyed being a slob; a fat little dick loser. It was his Mr. Hyde, and from indulging in him for so long, and letting old Jim lose his power over Hyde, it was hard to see anything more worthwhile than his current situation.
'Go.' He said. Stacy was almost tearful from his reply. She watched her former boyfriend, the love of her life, feverishly jack off in front of her. He was gone, she thought. And so she left.

That night, as Jim dozed, a drunk Stacy crashed into the apartment, dragging a tall, handsome man behind her. When she flicked on the lights, Jim stirred from his couch.
'Who's that?' Asked the guy. When Stacy saw Jim looking in her direction, she gave the guy a passionate kiss.
'That's just my roommate. Don't worry about him.' She flipped off the lights and guided the man to their bedroom, leaving the door open so Jim could hear the two making love. Jim was still a bit groggy, but stayed awake, listening to Stacy scream in delight. He must've had a real big cock, he thought to himself as came against his belly.

When Emily finished measuring Jim's penis, she looked at him and noted the state he was in. 'Jim, are you alright?' She asked. 'Your weight has dramatically increased as of late. What did the receptionist say it was now?'
'256.'
She could tell where all the weight went. Pressing down on his penis was his large gut that rose up a few inches over his little cock.
'Yes, and well, I don't want to say this, but your penis....it's 4 ¼ inches long. That's well below average. And well, it's lost another quarter inch which makes it painfully thin. I think maybe we should stop treatment.'
'Are you saying it's too small for you?' He said leering at her breasts. Breathing heavily, he pushed down his belly to see his cock. It was true. With the loss of over 2 ½ inches of width, his penis was now just a little thicker than his thumb, and being just four inches in length, with a quarter of an inch buried in fat, Jim's dick looked positively small.
'Yes, I think so.' She said candidly.
'Would you-' He said, and she knew what he meant, but she didn't want to anymore. Something felt wrong about her giving him a handjob. Something a bit skeevy that made Emily feel dirty. He pleaded with her, but she didn't reply. After he couldn't endure it much longer, Jim engulfed his cock with his palm, and jerked off. Emily was visibly repelled by Jim's debauchery and left the room. After a few good tugs, Jim grunted and sprayed the underside of his belly.
Jim cleaned up and put on his shirt. From what Emily was saying, Jim figured that the study was over, so he decided to steal a few jars of cream before leaving the office for the last time. Stacy stopped coming with him, so it was a straight shot out the door and into his car.

Back home, Jim found a note that Stacy had left. It said that she was through with him, and that she didn't love him anymore; she had taken all her essential belongings and in a few weeks, after she was acclimated to her new place, she would be stopping by to pick up a few things she may have forgotten. All the furniture was his. She explained in the letter that she didn't want a single thing that they once shared together. Stacy started to chastise Jim towards the end of the letter, for being a slob, a pervert, letting his desires completely destroy who he was...But Jim didn't finish reading the note as he was more interested in the all-too-real fantasy playing out in his head involving Emily's tits and Jim's roving hand. Jim dropped the letter on the floor and went to the couch to masturbate, heaving his squishy gut out of the way in order to get a better grip as his little noodle waited for him...
After a few weeks of self-application and over-eating, Jim found himself with a three inch cock that when erect, barely made it over his fat pelvis, and when it wasn't erect, hung like a lowly digit against his overworked testicles. The belly that he spunked in the office was now the biggest part of him, and when he needed to masturbate, which was constantly, he had to lift it up or lay on his side in order to reach his pencil dick. A few good tugs and he came like a champ.
He didn't know if the apartment he lived at was still his. He saw a few of Stacy's mementos were indeed missing, but left in the protective womb of masturbation, Jim only cared about chasing another crescendo. He had used up all the cream. He found the same tape measure that Stacy used on that wild night and tried with some difficulty to measure his penis by himself, standing in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom. At first, he couldn't take his eyes off his belly. It was so large and soft that when he slapped it, it jiggled for several seconds, along with his man-tits that stuck out like underdeveloped breasts on his pale, pimple-covered skin. He returned to his cock, only to have trouble finding it in the tuft of dirty pubic hair that frizzed out wildly underneath the fold of fat that threatened to swallow up his genitalia. With little difficulty, Jim got himself hard and used the tape measure to find out that his once 11 inch baseball bat of a penis was now a 3 and 1/4 inch cocktail sausage with a width of 2 inches. His pinky finger could have dwarfed it now. Jim smiled. He watched himself jerk off. It was so pathetic, he thought, as he was reduced to using two fingers to move up and down his tiny shaft, starting slow, but then feeling the juices start to flow, Jim flew into a manic twitch that caused his belly to jostle up and down and his tits to move from side to side. He was so out-of-shape that this small activity made him red-faced and grunting. Within a minute, he lost all control and shot a load onto the wall in front of him.
Jim continued to eat and jerk off as the days went by. He lost all the desires that made him human. He knew he had a pretty decent savings account that he could eat into, so he didn't worry about money for the time being. He ordered takeout for all of his meals. He didn't care about humiliating himself in front of a cute delivery driver by answering the door in his stained clothes with his fat gut sticking out of his shirt. He didn't care how they looked at him when he leered at their tits or watched them with a creepy stare as they walked away. It was just more fuel to the fire for Jim.
On one occasion though, Jim had ordered some pizza and when it had arrived, he opened the door to find a woman kneeling down next to the doormat. She explained, without looking up, that she dropped something on the floor, and with the pizza bag near her feet and her searching for whatever it was, Jim had an excellent view of her ripe breasts pressing against her clavicle. The shirt was too small for this developing girl, and as Jim's lecherous mind begun to think of all the things he wanted to do to her, he suddenly felt his stiff baby cock twitch. It was too small for it to make an impression in his pants now, especially with his belly eclipsing it, but he could feel it. Jim kept staring down the girl's shirt. He was so close, and they were so plump. Jim breathed heavily. He wanted to- no, he needed to- But it happened without Jim doing anything at all: He ejaculated into his pants just a few feet from the girl's face. When she heard Jim moan and convulse with pleasure, she looked at the wet spot growing in his pants, which made her only look up and see him still ogling her breasts. Suffice to say, he was never allowed to order from that pizza place again.
After another month of this lifestyle, Jim decided to weigh himself. He had a scale in the bathroom, so Jim decided to make a big deal about it, so he stripped naked and placed the scale in front of the mirror. He certainly looked heavier, he thought to himself. His belly jutted out further on his body, and it hung lower too, and although he stopped shrinking his cock, it seemed like all his new weight was making it look even smaller than before. Now it looked like a button in the middle of his bush. His face was the biggest change. It became round with his cheeks puffing out and a distinct waddle was forming under his chin. He didn't look anything like he remembered. He looked like a total stranger.
He stepped on the scale.
The number read 276 pounds. He looked himself up and down. Except for maybe exceeding 300 pounds, this was exactly what Jim wanted to be. With his long, greasy hair, his foul breath, his constant farting and belching, his ginormous gut, and not to mention, his sorrowful excuse for a penis, Jim couldn't be happier. And anymore turned on then he was right now. Feeling for his cock, it suddenly went off on its own, pouring his man-juice on the underside of his belly. Jim knew was complete.

Ch. 10: The Grand Finale

Jim had almost forgotten that anyone else existed outside his door when Stacy showed up unannounced one day. She had used her key that she kept and had come in to find Jim lounging on the couch, naked and finishing off a bacon sandwich. When he turned and saw her in the doorway, the first thing that he noticed was how fit she was. She must've looked fifteen pounds lighter than when Jim had last seen her. She wore all the right clothes to show off her new, trim figure.
'I see someone hasn't changed.' Said Stacy, looking down at Jim's new pet- the gut that covered his member. If it wasn't for the sheer weight of his belly, Jim would have unloaded by now just seeing Stacy. He unconsciously let out a fart.
'Nope, not one bit,' She said.
'Hi.' His voice sounded strange to him. A bit...huskier.
'Hi back.' She said. 'I bet you're wondering why I'm here.'
'I guess.' He said, trying to be human for a change while fully exposing himself to her.
'You got your check. From the study. I should know because I'm the only one checking our- I mean, your mail. I opened it if you don't mind.'
'I almost forgot about it. How much is it?'
'It's much bigger than what was promised. I guess you had an effect on that Emily girl.'
'How much?'
'$65,000. Not a bad chunk of change.'
'Okay.' Was all Jim had said on that matter.
Stacy went around to the front of the couch, catching a whiff of Jim's stench as she handed him the check. Just as he was about to feebly reach over and take it from Stacy, she asked him how he was going to spend it, as she pulled it away and clutched the check suggestively to her chest.
'I don't know. More food, I guess.'
'Yes, you do need more food. But I was wondering....' She softened her tone. 'What do you want most in this world?' She asked, running her free hand along the top of her breasts, slowly fiddling with one of the straps. Jim's eyes locked on to her subtle movements.
'I- I-'
'It must get real lonely fucking yourself in this apartment. I bet you haven't seen a good pair of tits in awhile. Remember mine? Little Jimmy probably does.'
'Y-y-yes.'
'And I bet little Jimmy is tired of playing with one person.'
'Oh God, Stacy, please-'
'And I bet little Jimmy wants to remember what it felt like to be inside a pussy again, huh?' She said, digging her fingers into her black leggings, squeezing her cunt to show him that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
'F-f-f-f-f-uck me!' He said, quivering with excitement, his belly wobbling from side to side as he let out another fart.
'I will, but what will you give me in return?'
'I don't-'
'What? Did you think I wanted to fuck some sick, fat loser with a baby dick for nothing? No, I want cash, Jim.'
'Okay! How much! Anything!'
'You sign this check to me and you can have me for one day, and only one day.'
'Really!'
'Yes, baby.' She cooed. 'You can do anything to me- for an entire day. But after that, I'm gone.'
'Yes! Yes! Yes!' He screamed. By the way he was acting, Stacy realized that she could've got the cash simply by flashing him! But no matter, she thought to herself, this will be fun. I want to see him fail over and over again, to try and fuck me, only to fail again.
Jim signed the check immediately with his chubby hand and gave it back to Stacy. Stacy folded it and tucked it in her designer purse next to the couch. She looked down at him and asked, 'So big boy, what do you want to do first?' before Jim lost all control and splattered his belly.

Due to Jim's perverted mind, he had a lot of suggestions and fantasies. As he was telling her some of the scenarios, Stacy couldn't help but to wonder how she even dated a guy like that?
'Whoa, whoa, whoa,' Stacy said, cutting him off. 'Before any of that happens, I'm going to need you to bathe yourself for once. '
'Yes, alright!' He said peeling himself off the couch and waddling to the bathroom.
'And shave yourself so it will be easier to find that little bitty cock of yours!' Stacy added as she had a hard time seeking his genitals beyond his fat and his unkempt bush. As Jim ran the shower for the first time in months, Stacy looked down at the couch where Jim spent most of his time and saw Jim's sweaty outline stained in the couch. Jesus, she muttered to herself.
After what seemed like an hour, Jim emerged out of the bathroom, smelling relatively sterile, with only a cloud of farts following behind him, and his cock and balls now easier to see hanging below his gut. Stacy instinctively looked down and couldn't believe that was she was seeing could even be called a penis. The little nub he now sported was erect and trying its best to look to stick out straight, but Jim's fat pushed it down, causing it to look pathetic against his engorged ball-sack. Stacy stifled a grin, and approached him slowly from the living room. He watched her slim, cat-like body as she swung her hips towards him. She slowly pulled off her shirt, then did a little sexy dance out of her leggings before creeping up to Jim and kissing him...on the cheek. 'No make-out sessions, deary,' She said whispering into his ear. She turned away and walked down the hall, nonchalantly unclasping her bra and throwing it aside. When she reached the living room, she planted her feet, tossed back her hair and slowly bent over, revealing her perfectly shaped ass in the stretch of the fabric. With her back parallel to the floor, Stacy slowly pulled down her pants, revealing a tan ass and shaved vagina. She paused for a moment to see what effect it had on Jim. He looked like he had been forced to run a 5k. Skin flushed, face covered in sweat, breathing heavily, Jim looked like he was about to drop dead!
'Well, big boy...' She said as she dropped her pants to the floor. She turned around, naked, with her breasts hanging over her visible ribs and flat stomach, baring everything to Jim, who looked at her as if he had just seen her naked for the first time in his life. She had a small tuft of pubic hair above clit, making her look more like the unbelievable porn stars Jim jacked off to on a daily basis. 'You want to take it slow or what? Tell me the first thing going through that pervy skull of yours-'
With not one second to spare, Jim yelled, 'Suck me off, you dirty slut.'
Stacy was taken aback by his language, but smiled. She lowered herself to the floor, dropping to her knees, and just below his belly, Stacy dug out his three inch cock and begun to toy with it. It was so...small, she thought, amazed at how she couldn't grip it with her palm anymore, but had to resort to using two fingers. Jim knew by her toying that she was fascinated by its diminished size. He grunted, 'You like how small it is?'
'It's a baby dick, Jim.'
'Have you seen a dick smaller than that?'
'No, I haven't!' She giggled, flicking the head of his penis. She remembered when his tip was so big that she couldn't wrap her lips around it! 'Hey Big Boy, remember when I couldn't fit all of you in my mouth? Well, I think I can manage this time.' She said sarcastically as she lowered her mouth over his penis. Having been used to big cocks in her mouth for the past month, she was surprised to find Jim's cock feel so small in her mouth, and feeling the base with her tongue, she laughed inwardly as she could feel his entire member lay on her tongue and barely go deep inside her throat. She tried sucking him off like she did with other cocks, but with his, it was less of a challenge as she bobbed up and down imperceptibly just below Jim's belly as Jim groaned. As Jim grew more excited, the underside of his gut started hammering down on Stacy's forehead, so Stacy had to prop up his fat with her two small hands as she worked on his little noodle. His belly felt so soft in her hands. Seconds later, Jim let out a snort, and grabbed the back of Stacy's head and pulled her close to his groin as he balls tightened and he came inside her mouth.
After Jim was finished, Stacy wiped her mouth and patted Jim's gut. She rose to her feet and seeing Jim exhausted from the blow-job, Stacy led him to the bedroom for one final performance.
She was going to let him rest and regain his strength, but Jim was erect and ready to go when fell on to the bed. Jim told her to fuck him. This meant Jim had to lie down as Stacy climbed on top of him. His belly rose like a hill up Stacy's trim stomach. Jim groped for her breasts, but Stacy smiled and fingered his dick inside her, causing him to suddenly to fall back in delight. To him, nothing felt better than a pussy. Without moving, he could feel the wet warmth, but for Stacy, she couldn't feel anything at all. What was difficult for her was that as she tried to pump her ass up and down, the little cock kept falling out. Stacy didn't notice it, since she couldn't feel it inside her, so she kept bouncing up and down, only for Jim to tell her that it fell out again.
'Oh, sorry.' She said as she found his little nub and put it back inside her. After multiple failures, Stacy realized that she could only gyrate against Jim's body- a woeful simulation of sex- until Jim came with delight within a few minutes. After he was finally fucked by a woman, Jim fell into a deep sleep while Stacy cleaned up, put on her clothes and left the apartment. It wasn't until a few hours later that Jim woke up and found that he was alone once more. Out of his compensation for the lab study, out of a job, out of a healthy body and most importantly, out of possession of a big cock, , Jim contemplated his future for a moment until the image of Stacy riding him had come back and he was overwhelmed with a desire to jerk off. And what could be better than that? Thought Jim, as he reached for his only friend.

[badcompany8888]

This was a really cool story, and not many km like it done so well. Thanks for posting it!

[jennmp]

Good Job

[Freaksss]

Very well written, great progression.

[Timexchange]

This might be my favorite story on this website not by ideafactory

[MsJumper]

Such a tremendous fall of his own making and desires.

[ideafactory]

This might be my favorite story on this website not by ideafactory

I think it’s better than any of my stories.

[hgrambly]

Thanks for all the comments! I do appreciate them even though I think the drafts I submitted are a bit rough. And I doubt that, ideafactory! Your prose alone in 'Losing Valentina,' is exponentially better than mine. But I cherish the comment nonetheless. Maybe I'll write another story some day...

[jewel]

Excellent story, one of my favorite on the site. I hope one day to see more from you!