And One Pill Makes You Smaller
By NothingStranger.
I groaned slightly, seeing the last recipient before me – and the likely sender – was Victoria. Last night, she had said something about sending me some of her reports to do, but the whole thing was such a blur, and I had tried my best to forget it. Still, I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary when I opened the envelope and dumped the contents on my desk.
Out came a handwritten note, a glossy 4×6 photograph, and a pair of powder blue lace women’s panties.
Without even reading the note or looking at the picture, I stood up quickly to make sure no one was walking past my cubicle to catch a glimpse of the pair of mysterious women’s underwear. Blessedly seeing no one, I quickly hid the unexpected undergarment under a stack of papers on my desk. Then, I decided that that was still probably a little too risky and instead shoved it into a desk draw with my spare office supplies.
Now that the immediate worry of what someone might say if they saw a pair of frilly panties on my desk at work had been allayed, I took a deep breath before I looked at the note and the photo. My momentary calm quickly dissipated, and I could feel the color drain from my face as I recognized the scene depicted in the photo. With fear suddenly seizing my heart, I read Victoria’s note, and the events of last night came back all at once.
* * *
“I hope you’re all excited for tonight!”
Victoria was talking to the whole group, but it seemed like she was talking just to me. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Victoria was the new girl in the office, straight out of college, and she was already the life of the party. Tall, maybe 5’9”, blonde, in great shape with toned arms and shapely legs that poked out of the slightly-too-short-for-work-but-not-short-enough-for-HR-to-get-involved skirts she would wear. I thought she had the physique of someone who played tennis a lot, like Anna Kournikova in her prime. She had a smile full of these perfectly straight pearly whites that just lit up the room whenever she flashed them, which was most of the time since she had that perky, just-out-of-college girl demeanor, like the responsibilities of life hadn’t really hit her yet.
To be fair, most people who worked here weren’t that much older. We all worked at a medical health records company, mostly in sales or customer relations with big hospitals or clinics, or doctors’ offices as clients. It didn’t really require much special knowledge outside of what orientation taught you, so they hired a lot of recent college grads who were liberal arts majors and didn’t have a natural career path. I was two years out, and most people were within three years, so the whole cubicle floor had almost a college feel to it. Most people wound up living in one of a few apartment buildings near the office, and going to the same bars in town after work or on the weekends, which really added to the feeling that this wasn’t even real life yet.
Tonight was Thursday, which meant after-work drinks at a local pub. Even though Victoria was one of the newest members of the team of twelve or so who worked in cubicles on the same section of the floor, she was already the biggest cheerleader for group social events.
I was gathering my things to join the horde migrating from the office to the bar when I felt a tap on my right shoulder. I looked around and saw no one, then heard a giggle to my left and turned to see my friend Amy there, amused with her little joke.
Amy was one of my best friends at work; we just clicked from day one of orientation. She was quiet, like me, but funny when she did talk, with a sarcastic sense of humor. I think she was half Asian, though I didn’t know exactly and thought it wouldn’t be appropriate to ask. I thought she was beautiful too: short, maybe 5’3”, and with a cute little button nose and puffy cheeks that really stuck out because she has a slight frame. Victoria had responded to a Craigslist post and taken the spot of Amy’s last roommates when she had moved back home, so they lived together in an apartment near the office.
“Ready to head over?” Amy asked. “I think it’s trivia night tonight.”
That got me excited, not just because I loved trivia, but because Amy did too. It was a great way for us to bond. Most of the rest of the crew, including Victoria, didn’t care much for state capitals or who won the best picture Oscar in 1956, so I thought they would generally leave us alone, and I could show off for Amy.
“Oh, so you’re looking for someone to help you when you can’t remember who the twentieth US president was or something?” I teased. We were following the group out to the elevator bank, but we were walking slower than the rest and had to take the next elevator since the one before us was full. That was just fine with me.
“No, I just need someone to be my witness when I get every question right in the classical music section while you’re just suggesting Mozart for every answer,” she teased back.
We rode the elevator down in silence, and I grew a little awkward with neither of us saying anything. So, as we got off the elevator and walked through the lobby, I just went with the first thing that came into my head.
“So, how is it living with Victoria, a new guy eating breakfast at your place every morning?” I asked Amy.
Amy chuckled. “Oh, she’s not so bad like that. I see that guy Brad most weekends, but they seem to be broken up. Though it seems like they’re broken up half the time, and then they get back together a few days later. Anyways, she’s nice most of the time, but she’s always looking for angles.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I stopped to hold the door to the street open for her, but she stopped too, and thought for a second before responding.
“She’s my roommate, I shouldn’t really be talking about her like this,” she finally said, then ducked through the door. I followed her and let it swing shut behind me as we made our way to the bar.
“Oh, come on, we always tell each other this stuff,” I countered. I actually didn’t really care much about Victoria, I just wanted an excuse to keep talking to Amy.
“Well, she made sure to get my parents contact information when they visited, and now when she doesn’t want to do her share of the chores, she’ll just joke about how disappointed my parents would be if they saw how we hadn’t taken out the trash or emptied the dishwasher yet, even if those were her jobs, and even though it sounds like she’s joking, she’ll take a picture and pretend she’s going to send it to them. I know she’s not serious, but I wind up doing it anyway. I don’t know, she’s just got that way about her with that stuff.”
“Sounds better than random dudes every morning, but maybe that’s just me.”
Amy laughed again. “I guess, though I can’t say her love life really bothers me.”
“Since we’re all going out for drinks tonight, maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up to me making breakfast for her,” I joked.
Amy didn’t laugh this time; she just looked at me, suddenly a little serious. “I don’t think you’re her type, Sam,” she said. You’re too nice, and she tends to go for those macho jerk types.” Her face turned back into a smile, but it seemed strained, forced. But hey, go for it if you want.”
I suddenly regretted the joke. Amy always seemed to be shy around the topic of guys or dates. When the group from work went out for drinks, it was often the two of us stuck at the bar last after other folks had paired up to go home or left to join their significant others, talking until last call and then going our separate ways. I never got the sense that she liked me like that, and I didn’t want to risk our friendship to try to push the boundaries at all. I was too timid even to ask her over to watch a Netflix or something. It seemed like a lose/lose proposition.
Either I’d get rejected and ruin our friendship, or otherwise, she’d find out my secret.
See, I was always nervous about my size. Not my body size, I was average height or just a bit below, around 5’7 or so, and I wasn’t terribly muscular, but I swam regularly and had a lithe swimmer’s body. You probably know what size I’m nervous about. I wasn’t that small, or at least I thought I wasn’t. I measured myself at just under five inches, fully erect, which is below average but only by a half inch or so, according to Google, nothing to be too ashamed about. Still, it has held me back from a confidence standpoint my whole life, in high school and college, and now as an adult. I’d hooked up with a few girls in college, but only ever had sex with one, normally I’d freeze up before we got to the point where she’d have to see my penis; I’d normally find some excuse to peace out of the situation.
So to combat my reticence, I had started taking these pills. Now, I know what you’re thinking: What kind of idiot falls for a scam like that, right? It’s the oldest one in the book. Advertise a penis enhancing product, and when it doesn’t work, you’re too embarrassed to lodge a complaint, or to do anything publicly like sue them in open court. Most of these companies have some embarrassing procedure for requesting a refund, where you need before and after pictures demonstrating no change in size or, worse, a doctor’s note saying that the pills didn’t work.
But these pills were different! Hunkify (TM) was from a legitimate pharmaceutical company, one that made drugs for real diseases. If it came out that one of their pills didn’t work, they’d lose a lot of credibility with the FDA, insurance companies, doctors, patients, and everyone they depended on. They offered a no-risk trial that didn’t cost anything, so if after a month there was no change, you could just stop taking them, and it was all over the counter, so you didn’t need to go to a doctor or anything with something so embarrassing if you wanted more. Harmless and all upside, or so I thought.
I had been taking them twice a day as directed for about two weeks, which was supposed to be around the amount of time you’d start noticing any change in size. Despite not needing them for evidence purposes, I had done some “before” pictures, taking shots of my member, next to a ruler, so I could be precise about my exact size and how much I’d grown. So far, I’d held off doing another measurement since I knew you couldn’t see the minor changes after only a few days or even a week. I didn’t want to drive myself crazy wondering if any slight uptick might have been me holding the camera at a different angle, or my apartment thermometer being at a slightly higher temperature, or something.
After two weeks, I figured it was time actually to see what was what. That morning before work, I pulled out a ruler, dropped my pants and my boxers, and grabbed a ruler. And I was horrified at the results.
I had shrunk!
Somehow, despite reading 4.8 inches fully erect before, I was now only 4.4 inches!
My heart was pounding. Had I done something wrong? I reread the label on the pills to see if I’d missed anything, but nothing about somehow inducing a shortening effect was listed. I frantically searched online (in incognito browser, of course) for anyone having the same experience, and I came across a press release from the pharmaceutical company from a couple of days earlier.
Apparently, there had been a bad batch of the pills that had been produced. Somehow (and they claimed they were looking into how this could have happened), the wrong active ingredient had made its way into the pills produced during certain dates. Instead of the right compound, an ingredient from an anti-wrinkle product had been introduced into the formula, which meant that it actually constricted the skin and prevented the penis from stretching out, both flaccid and during an erection, reducing size instead of increasing it. It was perfectly safe, but the function was reversed. Reading more online, there was speculation that a disgruntled employee had made the switch on their way out after getting fired, but we might never know the truth.
Their website listed the range of serial numbers on the containers matching the dates of the bad pills, so you could verify if you had a bottle with the tainted batch, which, of course, mine were. More importantly, they said that the effects should go away after two to three weeks of not taking the tainted pills. I started to breath easier after reading that.
So, needless to say, despite having Amy’s half-hearted blessing, I hadn’t been intending to hit on Victoria that night. Even if she wasn’t out of my league, which she was, I was expecting to wait the two to three weeks for my dong to return to its former not-quite-glory. Maybe try again when they had a new shipment of Hunkify pills that weren’t defective, and wait until I was at my best before trying to hit on anyone at all.
It was a fine plan, but I had missed one pretty obvious flaw: alcohol.
When we got to the bar, things were already raging a bit, and I noted that Victoria’s on-again, off-again boyfriend Brad was there. He was blond, tall, at least 6’3″, and built like an outside linebacker. He was buff but not like a gorilla; he moved with some agility. He also could shout with the best of them, his voice carrying all the way to the entrance as Amy and I walked in.
“Guess you won’t be making breakfast for Victoria tomorrow, Sam,” Amy said, elbowing me in the ribs playfully. Again, she played it off like a joke, but I wasn’t so sure.
Before I could respond, Victoria herself appeared, clearly pissed. She talked directly to Amy, as if I weren’t even there.
“Can you believe that man?” Victoria almost shrieked. “He thinks he can just show up here, even though we broke up.”
“Oh, I thought you two made up?” Amy said, sounding sympathetic, or at least as sympathetic as she could muster.
“Not since Tuesday,” Victoria explained, as if it were obvious. “He’s such an asshole and a doofus. How about some shots? My treat.”
“Well,” Amy hesitated, “Sam and I were going to do trivia, and-”
“Oh, trivia will be fun!” Victoria announced. “And nothing will show Brad how dumb he is than when our team wins.” She seemed to direct that remark to him, even though he wasn’t within earshot.
Amy and I exchanged a glance, but clearly, neither of us could think of a good reason to exclude her beautiful roommate, so we got a table and some beers and settled in.
We got off to a good start, Amy and I getting the history and science questions, and Victoria was even contributing on the pop culture topics. As we kept winning, we kept drinking, and she kept yelling about Brad, and we switched from beers to mixed drinks. Then, when we got all five questions right in the sports category (in part due to my knowledge of cricket and rugby, thanks to spending time with some exchange students from Australia in college), Victoria darted to the bar and, after exchanging some words with Brad, came back with some vodka shots.
“I think I’m reaching my limit, actually,” Amy said sheepishly.
“That’s ok, Sammy and I can handle your share!” Victoria proclaimed, grabbing the third shot glass and holding it to my lips. “Unless you wanted to shoot it out of somewhere else?” she asked, almost seductively.
Oh crap, I thought. This isn’t actually happening? Victoria doesn’t actually like me, does she?
I was somewhere between tipsy and drunk, and any thoughts of Hunkify or penis size or even what it might mean with Amy was way too complex to make it into my mind. Instead, I was looking at Victoria and how hot she was. Again, she wasn’t really my type, but then again, she was everyone’s type. Gorgeous, fun, maybe not the most interesting or biggest-brained out there, but-
My train of thought was suddenly cut off when Brad, with all his football player muscles, appeared at our table, clearly unhappy.
“So that’s where you got off to, Vicky,” he drunkenly slurred. “Come on, it’s time to get out of here, let’s go back to my place.”
“No way,” Victoria shot back, “we’re a one question away from winning this trivia thing – thanks to Sammy here” – she leaned over to give me a side hug, her ample breasts smashing into my arm – “and my girl Ames.”
Brad, clearly drunk, was now clearly not buying it. “What, you’d rather hang out with this dork?” he gestured at me, “than spend the night with this?” he grabbed his crotch,
“Just go away, Brad. Your mere presence is making us collectively dumber,” Amy said, causing Victoria to laugh. I just tried to stay quiet.
“No way you guys are winning anyway,” Brad barked.
“Oh, we are winning,” Victoria proclaimed with absolute confidence. “And when we do, maybe Sammy will take me back to my place and show me how he got so smart and how he gets so many answers right.”
Again, I couldn’t muster anything to say. Amy was my friend, and in my dreams, she was something more, but Victoria was really throwing it out there for me. How could I not go for it? The alcohol and the adrenaline of winning the contest were just too much for my brain to be focusing on any more than that right now.
Amy, for her part, kept a pinched smile on her face, impossible to read.
And Brad, for his part, just laughed.
“Oh, dorks, whatever. Once you guys lose it on the last question, I’ll be at the bar ready to take you home.” He stalked off, probably not believing the tall blond would choose shrimpy old me over how own tall blond self. He must have thought the whole thing was a bluff and she was just making him jealous – yeah, that thought crossed my mind too. But it really depended on how far she’d go to make him jealous, right?
The last question came, and of course it was a stumper, but I knew it.
“Which are the only five colleges or universities to have produced both a US president and a Super Bowl-winning quarterback?” the trivia host called out.
It was a great question, since it required both a history and a sports knowledge base, and a lot of people might have one or the other, but I had both. Most people looked lost, including Amy and Victoria. Without saying a word, I grabbed the answer sheet and jotted down all five answers: Stanford, Michigan, Annapolis, Delaware, and (the trickiest one of all) Miami of Ohio. I tried to look cool, or at least as cool as someone could while writing down the names of colleges to answer a trivia question.
Well, of course, we got it right, and when they read off the scores, it was our team that came out on top and won a $50 card for the next time we came to the bar. Amy tried to high-five me, but Victoria was jumping up and down and hugging me and jumping up and down some more. I tried to say something to Amy, but Victoria just grabbed my hand and led me to the door; she might have spared a glance back for Brad, but I couldn’t see. I waved to Amy on the way out, but I’m not sure she saw me.
I guided Victoria back to my place, which was in a generic high-rise apartment complex. I lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment that I had sparsely yet tastefully decorated. There was no ratty futon and beat-up IKEA end table, but some decently nice stuff. It was a five-minute walk, and we spent the time complimenting each other on the questions we got right and how we had really earned that victory.
When we got to my apartment, she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the couch in the main room, and before I could say another word, she jumped on me, sticking her tongue down my throat. It was all I could do to kiss her back; she was so aggressive, I wasn’t really prepared for it. I made a play to try and place a hand on her breast over her blouse, but she grabbed my wrist and held me back.
As I was ruing the ill-advised attempt to cop a feel, thinking I might have moved too fast, she pulled back from the intense make-out session, which got me even more nervous, but she had a smile on her face. Maybe someone who dated Brad actually wanted me to lead more. I relaxed a bit. She leaned in to kiss me again before pulling back at the last second.
“Where’s your bathroom?” she asked, still smiling, “I just need to freshen up.”
I couldn’t even speak, so I pointed to the right door and she disappeared in there. It gave me a second to think? Do you think I should really go through with this? What about Amy? What about Brad? Would he try to get revenge on me for stealing his girl? What was I going to get out of this, a one-night stand that wouldn’t even last, and maybe get a reputation around the office? But maybe a reputation wouldn’t be a bad thing, and if I stopped things now, maybe I could tell Amy I didn’t really do anything with her roommate, and I’d look like a real stand-up guy, and-
I was sorting through all these thoughts when I heard a noise from the bathroom, a half-shriek, half-laugh. I froze.
Oh, crap.
“What are these?!” Victoria asked, barely containing her laughter, emerging from the bathroom holding the last thing I was hoping she’d be holding: the bottle of Hunkify pills. “‘For a male enhancement and growth'” she read from the label. ‘Clinically shown to produce up to two inches of additional erect length.’ Oh, Sammy,” she was staring down at me, right in the eyes, an odd angle since I was still sitting and she was standing, “tell me these aren’t yours!”
I was too embarrassed to speak, so I just sat there, probably with my mouth totally agape.
“Oh Sammy, that’s too funny!” she just laughed. “You haven’t been taking these, have you?”
“Well, um” was all I could muster, as she took another look at the bottle, noting the seal had been broken.
“Oh, that’s so cute of you!” She was still grinning like the cat that caught a mouse. “And I bet it’s cute, too. Can I see it?”
“See what?” I asked, clearly knowing what she meant but hoping to delay the inevitable at least.
“You’re big ol’ ‘hunkified’ dick, silly!” Victoria practically purred. I could tell she was over the moon about this, as I just tried to sink between the couch cushions. “I mean, that’s why you wanted me to come up here anyway, right? To show me your little, widdle Sammy?”
I gulped. I had gotten so caught up in the excitement of winning the trivia game and showing my superiority over Brad that I didn’t process what it would mean to take her up on her here, and the beers and shots hadn’t helped my judgment. I was in a tough spot, but I could still get out of this. Just make up some lie about the pills – maybe it was a leftover gag gift from a bachelor party, or something – and get her out of the apartment before things progressed. Maybe I could still salvage some dignity.
But I couldn’t think straight. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the shame, maybe it was this gorgeous woman standing in my apartment, asking to see my penis, but I froze.
Seeing my lack of response, and probably guessing why, Victoria sat down next to me, putting the Hunkify pills on the coffee table, totally serious and calm all of a sudden. She put one arm around my shoulder and with the other, she rested her hand right above my knee. I quivered when I felt her touch me there, even through the wool of my dress pants, and I couldn’t help but get hard. A quick smile flickered over her face, then she was serious again. She had to be seeing my erection. Not that there was too much to see, between the shrunken size and the boxers and pants I was wearing, but it was still obvious as blood rushed down there and strained the limit of my manhood.
She leaned in until her lips were millimeters from my ear, and in her smokiest, sultriest, most seductive voice, she whispered, “Come on, don’t you want us to have some fun tonight?” I gulped, still unable to speak, and between her words and her touch, I nodded.
She slowly guided her hand up my leg until it was midway up the thigh. She paused, looked me in the eye, and said, “You can tell me to stop any time,” smiled, and continued her movement until her hand was just barely shy of my small but apparent erection. She held my gaze, waiting for me to protest, and then continued to brush her hand up my thigh until it was a hair’s breadth from where my strained dick was pulsating through my clothes. Not seeing any signs of me turning her down, she leaned in again and whispered, “I knew you were hoping for something to happen tonight.”
Victoria’s hand then jumped right on top of my erection, and slowly she started rubbing it, giving me an over the pants handjob that had me groaning with pleasure.
“Does widdle Sammy like that?” she asked in a baby voice. I wasn’t sure if she was referring to me or my penis as “widdle Sammy” but either way I just groaned again, which she took as a sign to keep going.
After about thirty seconds, Victoria suddenly stopped, pulling her hand back and pulling away from me, her other hand no longer around my shoulder. I looked at her, confused and horny as all hell. She chuckled a bit. “Oh Sammy, you’re so cute.” She tugged on the fabric of my pants. “If we’re going to have some real fun, you’ll need to take these off.”
I was in a stupor, and the whole incident with the Hunkify pills was now a thought in the back of my mind, getting this gorgeous Aphrodite of a blonde to finish me off was all that I could process in the moment. So I quickly unbuckled my belt and lifted my rear off the couch just enough to slide my pants down, pooling at my ankles and leaving me in just my black boxers, my modest-sized boner sticking up even more obviously now.
Victoria smiled again and tugged at the waistband of the boxers. “These too, honey,” she said, and like a sad little puppy dog I complied, raising just enough from my seat to drop the boxers to my feet, my little penis at full attention, now bared to the world.
She took in the sight, quiet for a few seconds, then exploded laughing again, even more than when she found the pills initially, doubling over as she sat and slapping her knees with her hands. I just sat there, afraid to do or say anything, my boner getting harder with every second it was exposed to free air and Victoria’s gaze, straining and hoping for release. It was so humiliating to be laughed at like that, but at the same time, the pleasure of her touch was so intoxicating, I wasn’t sure exactly what to think or feel.
“Sammy, it’s so cute!” she finally said, through the laughter, taking me in her hand and slowly rubbing it, though given the size, there was only so much ground she could rub up and down on. “Oh, Sammy, this is priceless. No wonder you took those pills!”
It was suddenly too much, and I felt the urge to defend myself. “No, you don’t understand!” I said, almost in tears at the humiliation. “I was actually bigger than this, the pills made me smaller!”
She stopped jerking me off, though she kept her hand on my dick. “Wait, what?” she asked, looking at me confused. “Aren’t the pills supposed to, you know, make it bigger?”
“There was a bad batch,” I explained. “If you Google it, you’ll read about it, and I have some pictures from before to prove it.” I clearly wasn’t thinking straight, but I had to defend my honor at least a little.
It was a mistake, and I instantly regretted it. “Oh my God, Sammy!” Victoria cried, “You mean to tell me that you’ve gotten smaller!”
“Um, yes, I did.”
“How much did you shrink?” she asked, transfixed.
I fished my phone out from my crumpled pants and showed her the before pictures I had taken, with the ruler showing me at 4.8 inches.
Her smile just grew, and she was unable to keep her laughter in for a few seconds before pulling it together and asking, “Where’s that ruler? Let’s see what it is now!”
“I don’t know, Victoria, I-” I began, but then I was cut off as she started jerking me off again, faster than before, frantically, and my sentenced ended in just a groan.
“Come on, let’s see! I bet you’re as hard as you’ll get now. Let’s get a measurement, and then maybe you can finally finish!”
The hope of Victoria bringing me to orgasm was too much. I told her the ruler was in the drawer in the kitchen, the top one to the left of the sink. She darted up, leaving me oozing precum and so stiff it hurt, and came back with the wooden ruler I had used before. She returned quickly and handed it to me.
“Here, hold it up, same as you did before.” I propped my penis up to the ruler, gulping, hoping it was still at 4.2 inches, at least.
“Wait, it’s hard to see, why don’t you take your shirt off too?” I begrudging complied again, knowing that arguing with her would just lead to a longer delay before she would help me get to completion. I unbuttoned my blue dress shirt and cast it off to the side, draping it over the armrest of the couch.
“OK, now the ruler,” she instructed. I carefully took the measuring device and held it up to my stiff willy, the same way I had before. I breathed a modicum of relief to see it was still at 4.2 inches and hadn’t gotten any smaller.
I looked back up at Victoria to see her reaction, and to my horror, she had her phone out, clearly taking pictures or maybe a video!
“Hey!” I gasped, covering my little boner with both hands.
“Oh, you’re so cute, Sammy!” she said. She showed me a photo, and it was horrifying: me, naked, my small erection on full display, the ruler indicated just how small. “And besides, I need a real side-by-side comparison,” she said, grabbing at my phone. With my hands covering myself, I could scarcely stop her. I watched in horror as she texted herself the “before” pictures.
“Hey,” I finally mustered as a response to that indignity as she looked at the pictures next to each other, swiping back and forth, zooming in on the goods, “you can’t do that!”
“Oh?” Victoria answered, sensing my sudden defiance and resuming her seat next to me. “You know what, I bet Amy would just get a kick out of all this!” Victoria’s smile was full on crocodile, every tooth on display, but her eyes were of a predator. She could sense how I tensed at the mention of Amy; she knew exactly how to push my buttons. “Should I text her both the before photos and the after photos, or are the after photos the only ones she needs to see?” Her hand reached out and started jerking me off again, slowly.
“Please, no, Victoria, I’m begging you!” I pleaded. “Please, I’ll do anything!”
“Oooh, I like the sound of that,” Victoria cooed. “Anything?”
“Anything!” The shame of the photos getting out and the pleasure of her touch were once again driving me wild. I was at her mercy.
“So, you’ll do some of my reports at work?”
“Sure, yes!”
“That’s so nice of you!” Victoria chirped. “Maybe I can sleep in and show up an hour or two late now, since you’ll be taking those off my plate. And next time we all go out for drinks, I assume you’re buying rounds for the whole group?”
I groaned a little, that could cost real money the way our group liked to drink, but her slow tugs on my little dong kept me just as compliant as the threat of her sending those pictures to Amy. “Um, yes, sure,” I moaned.
“Oh, that’s so generous of you!” Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth. She was so happy, almost glowing. I wondered if this was turning her on, making her wet. And you know what? I’ve been thinking of applying to grad school for psychology. Maybe you can help me with my application?”
“Sure, sure, whatever it takes,” I nearly panted, the combination of wanting to finish and not wanting her to tell anyone about the pills or my small size had me desperate to keep her happy.
“And, of course, you’ll keep taking the defective pills?”
My jaw almost hit the floor, and a confused “what?” was all I could muster.
“You know, the pills,” she picked up the bottle with the hand that wasn’t keeping me on edge. “‘Hunkify,'” she read, “I think it would be really cute if you kept taking them.” With her other hand she intensified the handjob, and suddenly I almost couldn’t breath, I was so stimulated.
“Why, why is that?” I asked, barely able to get a sentence out.
“For my grad school applications, of course,” she said with a smirk, “the ones you just offered to help me out with! I think since you took the pills to help with your self-esteem, I could write a short study on what the opposite effect does to your ego. I can administer the pills, see how you feel every week. We’ll have to measure, too, just to see if there is a direct correlation between size and confidence. I’ll think of some fun experiments to test your confidence and see how the results change each week. Also,” she said, with a hint of venom dripping into her voice for the first time, “because I’m really curious just how small it will go.”
I was practically shaking. “I’m not sure I can do that,” I sputtered. I’m hoping it will get back to normal in a couple of weeks.”
“‘Normal,’ huh?” Victoria smiled as she put down the pill bottle and picked up her phone. She scrolled through and pulled out the before pictures. “You think this is normal, Sammy?”
“I, I mean, it’s pretty average-”
“‘Average,’ huh?” Victoria mused. Suddenly she let go of my cock. For a second, I thrust upward, as if trying to meet a hand that was no longer there. Victoria smirked at that, then said, “maybe we should send these to Amy, and see if she thinks it’s ‘average,’ how about that Sammy? Or,” her fingers wrapped around my dick again, “if you take a couple more pills right now, I’ll let you finish, and then that will be it for the night. I’ll leave, I’ll tell Amy you were the perfect gentleman. All we did was talk the whole night, you didn’t even make a move on me, I’ll tell her you’re such a good guy. Maybe, once we’re through with this,” she picked up the pill bottle and shook it, making a clattering sound as the pills inside jostled around against the plastic container, “and you’re back to ‘normal’ at the end of my experiment, you can ask her out on a real date, just like I know you’ve always wanted.”
She took a pill from the bottle and held it to my lips. I could smell the chalky taste. “Just one now, then you can finish, then another one, and then I’ll go.”
I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth, just a hair, and she pushed the pill through my lips and teeth. “There, good boy, now swallow.” I sucked in all my saliva and swallowed the pill; without a glass of water to wash it down I could feel its rough chalkiness. And while I knew it was all in my head, I could feel my penis get small, shrink, reduce. Even as it stood erect and pulsing, I felt a tingle of sadness that it would get even less large, and it would be that much longer before I could get to the point where it would start getting back to regular size.
I looked at Victoria, who looked at me expectantly. Realizing what she wanted, I opened my mouth, demonstrating the pill was now gone.
“Great!” she cheered as she clapped her hands like I was a pet that had taken its medicine without complaint. “Now you get to cum!” She wrapped her hand back around my cock and I couldn’t even contain myself anymore, I closed my eyes and was bucking into her grip before she even reinitiated the handjob. That seemed to amuse her, as she just sat there, letting me fuck her hand, and in less than a minute I started spurting.
It felt so good to finally finish, and as I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see her filming me with her phone again in the other hand. I gasped, to which she just smiled. I looked down and saw my penis, already not the greatest sight in terms of size, becoming flaccid as I finished ejaculating and shrinking down to an even more miniscule length. She got a few more seconds of video of my fully deflated shrimp before she stopped the recording.
“Oooh, that’s a good one for my experiment,” she said, giving me a wink. She put her phone in her pocket and picked up my dress shirt, which I had discarded earlier. She cleaned up her hand and got all my jizz on the nice blue shirt I had been wearing that day.
“Now, just one more pill for today,” she said as she dipped a pill from the jar into the pool of cum on the shirt, like a tiny tortilla chip picking up a load of particularly sticky salsa. “A little flavoring for the last dose for the day,” she whispered in my ear, “that was part of our arrangement. Now open up and stick your tongue out.” Exhausted and without any fight left, I complied, and she placed the gooey pill on my outstretched tongue. I could taste the combination of salt and stickiness, and I gulped it down to get this part over with as fast as possible. Again, she applauded, and again, I could feel, at least in my head, my manhood reduced by just a little bit more.
“Well, time for me to go,” Victoria said, standing up. I saw she had the pill jar in her hand and was putting it in her purse. “Oh, don’t worry, I know you’re excited to finish every last pill in the bottle, but just to make sure you don’t swap them out with sugar pills or anything, to make sure my experiment is really scientific, so I’ll just take these with me. We can do your next feeding tomorrow at the office.” I groaned, the realization that this wasn’t just a one-night thing suddenly hitting me like a wall of concrete. “Don’t forget you have those reports of mine to finish, and I’m sure you’ll just love the little experiments I’ll put together for us,” she said with one final smirk as she slipped out the door and into the hallway.
I collapsed as I heard the door slam shut behind her, and heard the footsteps as she walked down the hall. I felt beyond exhausted, physically and mentally. The whole event so shook me, I didn’t even make it to bed; I just curled up where I was on the couch and cried myself to sleep.
* * *
I had blocked so much of that out. Still, now I was reliving it in the moment at work the next morning, just looking at the picture Victoria had sent, which of course was of me from last night, my shrunken penis on full display, my face clearly visible, even the bottle of Hunkify was in frame. If anyone saw that, I’d be ruined. I couldn’t show my face around any social circle where someone thought that I was that small and taking enhancement pills; it was just too pathetic.
I hid the picture in the same drawer as the panties and read Victoria’s note again.
“Hi Sammy!
“I had such fun last night! Thank you for agreeing to help me with my research project. I know we’re going to have such a good time, and it will be great for my grad school applications.
“For our first experiment, I’ve decided that you’ll no longer wear boxers—you’ll wear panties! I picked up a pair I thought you might like, but after work today, you can take me shopping, and we can pick out a full set for you to wear going forward!
“I hope they fit ok. Could you please try them on for me? You can just go into the restroom, throw out the boxers you’re wearing (you won’t need those again), and put these on? Then take a picture of yourself in the bathroom mirror (no awkward selfie with the front phone camera, the angle won’t show the fit correctly), wearing just the panties, no pants or shirt in the way, then text it to me, and we can see how they look!
“Oh, and speaking of pictures, hope you like the one I included! Just a little token to remember our special night together. Don’t worry, I had it printed at a self-serve kiosk at the drug store, so nobody else saw them, though I still think Amy would get a kick out of it! What do you think? Maybe if I don’t have that picture of you in panties by noon, I’ll get bored and show the pics and videos from last night to her?
“Also, don’t forget to do those reports for me, and I’ll be by later to give you your next dose of pills!
“Anyways, looking forward to shopping today after work, and I have some great plans for the weekend as well! See you soon!
“XOXO
“Victoria”
I was screwed. So screwed. I knew it before, but reading the note again made it clear how much she had me in a vice and how much trouble she could cause.
Checking the time, I saw I only had about 30 minutes to get her the picture of me in the blue panties, and it would be highly risky. I’d have to wait for the restroom to clear, strip down to just the frilly blue ladies’ undergarments, and take a picture in the bathroom mirror above the sinks before anyone else could enter.
I started breathing heavy and getting a little flushed just at the thought, and, perversely, my little dick was getting hard at the prospect! I groaned. I certainly didn’t want to run to the bathroom in an erect state, even if my size meant there was only such much tenting going on, but I also didn’t want to waste any time waiting for it to abate. Maybe she would show the pictures to Amy right at noon if she didn’t hear from me, maybe she wouldn’t, but I decided I couldn’t risk it.
I looked around to make sure no one was walking by, grabbed the panties out of the desk draw, and crammed them into my pants pocket. I grabbed a file folder as well and tried to cover my small erection with it, doing as best I could to make it seem like a natural way for my arm to hang. I made my way towards the bathroom, knowing this nightmare was just beginning.
The End.
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