LARP Sissification
A Fictional Story by MinimusPuck.
John couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This was all a bit too much. She’d been droning on like this since the LARP started, and his patience was beginning to wear thin. He’d only agreed to come to this because he wanted a second chance with Luna, the girl down the hall.
He’d slept with her once a few weeks ago, and while he’d be the first to admit to himself (and no one else) that she was not satisfied before he finished, he figured she must have been willing to give him a second chance, for why else would she invite him to a LARP of all things? Nerdy chicks must not meet guys often, he figured.
The whole thing wasn’t exactly his style, but he had a half-decent pirate costume from last Halloween, so he decided to come. That and he’d heard nerd chicks were easy at this place. And judging from the skimpy costumes he’d seen on the Megatron when he entered, if Luna weren’t interested in him, he’d have plenty of chances…
‘Thou who should not call himself a he! Thou who should not be!’
Suppose he could just find a way to slip away from this wizard character. Luna had led him into a tent, saying it was part of her mission, or whatever this weekend was about now, but ever since they entered, this wizard, warlock, or whatever she was had singled him out and started cursing him immediately. He shifted in his boots; he thought he made a pretty kick-ass pirate, even though his costume was clearly amateur hour compared to everyone else.
His attention drifted even more.
Where had Luna gone? Probably to the bathroom. He could tell the wizard had a cute face behind her fake beard; maybe if she would shut up for a moment, he could ask for her number while Luna was out of the picture.
But. She. Would. Just. Not. Shut. Up.
All part of the game, he guessed. Oh, if he could only get a glimpse out of those robes and see what kind of body she had underneath them. He was sure she was a freak, judging by some of the stuff she was spouting.
‘And now…’ she said, committed to her bit completely, ‘thou must suffer the loss of which thou value beyond all else.’
‘Arggh, great.’ He muttered, hoping she’d finally finish.
The sorceress’ eyebrows forked up in surprise.
‘Ah? Doth mine ears hear right? Doth thou agree to mine terms?’
John shrugged his shoulders.
‘Anything that gets me out of here faster. You want to grab a drink or something?’
But rather than answer, she laughed maniacally and pointed her wand at him, or rather at his crotch.
‘Meany-Miney-Mini-Micro-Soo!’
To his surprise, an orb of light shot out from the tip of the wand and zapped him right between his legs.
‘Yow!’ He shouted, jumping back in fright. He patted himself to make sure everything was okay.
It very clearly was not.
‘What the fuck is this?’ John asked in terror, realizing his penis had shriveled to an inch long.
The sorcerer crossed her arms and smiled coolly.
‘Were you not paying attention at all?’ She asked, shaking her head almost out of pity.
He couldn’t stop touching himself. What was going on? Had he been drugged? He pulled his pants back and confirmed with his eyes that his penis had indeed shrunk. He had never been huge, average, if that, but now he could barely see it in his thicket of pubic hair.
‘He has a real problem with that.’ Luna said as she entered, almost on cue.
‘Luna!’ John cried out in desperation. ‘Call an ambulance. I think… I think…’ He couldn’t finish the sentence. How could I?
‘It seems he cannot stop touching himself.’ The sorceress laughed gleefully.
‘What a surprise, he has a problem with that, too.’ Luna said sarcastically.
John pulled his eyes away from his tiny prick and saw that Luna was in on… whatever this was.
‘Luna, what the hell is going on?’
Luna sighed as if he still wasn’t getting it.
‘Weren’t you paying attention?’
‘To what?’
‘To my spell, dummy,’ the sorceress said. ‘It was a simple dick shrinking spell. But like everything in this LARP, it required your consent, which you just gave.’
John thought back to her words and then sank to his knees.
‘That is not possible. This is not possible.’
‘Come on,’ Luna said, nudging him with her foot. ‘It’s not so bad. It’s only for the weekend, and there are plenty of nerdy girls around here who think little penises are cute. It’s probably all they’ve ever seen on the losers they date.’
His lip quivering, he looked up with hope.
‘Really?’
Both women erupted in laughter. And he was left hanging about the permanence of his situation.
‘Come on, let’s get a look at your little willy now.’ Luna said eagerly.
‘No,’ He said, cupping his privates with both hands.
‘Come on,’ Luna said, egging him on. ‘Don’t make us call for backup.’
‘You’re too patient with him,’ the sorceress said, and with a snap of her fingers, two more women entered the tent as if on cue.
One was decked out as a Greek Amazon warrior, and the other was wearing theatrical ninja body paint and nothing else.
‘You’ve got until the count of three to drop your trousers… or else Isis and Aris will help you out of them.’
‘This isn’t a game!’ John screamed. ‘I need to go to a doctor or something! This is insane. You’re all insane.’
‘Last chance.’ The sorceress said flatly.
He puffed up his chest.
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
With another snap of her fingers, they descended upon him.
John thought he would have the strength to resist them, but somehow, perhaps due to the magic spell and his current lack of testosterone, his strength was sapped. It was but a moment before each had taken him by an arm and lifted him like a feather and slammed him onto a table where he was quickly restrained with shackles on both his arms and legs.
Aris, the Amazon, cut his shirt free with her short sword, her armored breast knocking him in the face. Dizzily, he looked back to gauge their intentions. They wouldn’t really… would they?
The four women were amused by what they were about to see, and Aris cut his trousers from his legs, leaving him only in his boxers.
‘Boxers?’ Luna asked, clicking her tongue. ‘No, those are for real men. And you can’t really claim to be one of those anymore, can you?’
‘I think a pair of cute little panties would fit better,’ Aris said dominantly.
‘Or maybe a sexy thong!’ Isis giggled, turning to show him her own painted ass cheeks and the string that disappeared into them, the only item of clothing she had on her ninja-painted body.
His pleas for mercy fell upon dead ears as his boxer shorts were cut from his hips and pulled away.
Stunned silence followed. He had just enough freedom of movement to lift his head drunkenly. He could see nothing but a bush of pubic hair and a tiny little head buried like an egg in a nest.
‘Where is it?’ Asked Isis as she dug her fingers into his pubic hair, searching for it.
‘Ow!’ He cried, ‘It’s there, you found it!’
‘Did I?’ Isis asked as she kept probing him. He flinched in pain as he began to realize what she was doing: She was pushing his testicles up into his inguinal canal.
And she was not gentle.
‘Ow!’ He yelped, fighting against her.
‘Be careful with your movements, little one,’ Isis warned, ‘or your balls might stay up there.’
John bit his lip. Carefully. And groaned as he allowed her to push his testicles deep inside him.
‘There. That’s better, isn’t it? There’s no need to fight this, is there?’
John nodded.
‘Say it.’
‘Okay,’ He said in a hushed voice. ‘It’s better. There’s no need to fight.’
‘Did you get that?’ Iris asked.
‘Consent. Noted.’ The sorceress said happily.
John cursed himself for falling into another trap. But he did so carefully.
‘Now…’ Isis asked as she leaned in, parting his pubic hair. ‘Where is that tiny little thing?’
His breathing became rapid, and he started to see colorful spots. The tip of his penis, which was all that was left, was incredibly sensitive. And he felt an undeniable release building that he could not resist, as if he were having a wet dream.
‘Ah, here it is,’ Isis said coolly.
And there it was.
He did not need to look down to see, because even where he was lying, he could watch as a rope of semen shot two feet into the air and Isis, with her ninja skills, ducked the string as it spurted out. All reacted with disgust at this pathetic premature ejaculation.
‘Is that how long he lasted for you, Luna?’ Isis asked.
‘Ugh, don’t remind me,’ Luna muttered.
John’s head rolled back, pleasure he had never known, but not too last, as a bucket of ice water was poured onto his crotch.
And before he could even shiver, there came a thud. He looked up to see Aris had dug her short sword into the table, right between his thighs.
‘Now would probably be about the time he’d be on his way, wouldn’t it?’ Aris, the Amazon declared. ‘That he’d be getting dressed and running out the door. Look, his tiny prick is even smaller now, like it’s already out the door. Let’s shave him so we can find it. His legs too. God knows we women have had to get used to being shaved down there; it’s high time he learned what it’s like!’
He was shivering and quivering from the cold and the blade between his legs; it was so big he could see his reflection in it. And he could see his bush, the last aspect of masculinity he could lay claim to, for his penis, like his testicles, had indeed disappeared somewhere inside him.
He looked up to see Aris’ ass positioned above him as she rested her leg on the table. Normally, this would be enough to crank it too, but now it felt more like an undeniable show of power and domination over him.
‘Don’t worry, little guy,’ Aris said with mock comfort as she drew a small stiletto knife from her thigh-high boots. ‘I’ll use something small enough for the job.’
He held his breath for as long as he could and gave thanks that Aris, whoever she was, was skilled with her stiletto, for he wasn’t nicked once, even as she shaved his legs and ass. Although any relief he felt at this close shave was immediately dashed as Isis poured another bucket of ice water onto him.
A soaking, shivering mess, he was unchained and brought naked before the sorceress.
‘Anything to say?’ The sorceress asked.
‘You’re crazy,’ he mumbled. ‘You’ve all lost your minds.’
‘And you’ve lost your clothes.’ The sorceress said with finality.
‘Not to mention your penis!’ Isis added.
‘And your balls,’ said Aris.
It was true. He couldn’t even begin to process what the hell had happened. The only things he was sure of were his current physical state and how much these women were enjoying themselves at his expense. How well planned was this humiliating treatment? And how much farther did they intend to take it? And most pressing of all, could he return to his former form?
‘Wait a second,’ Luna said, softening only for a moment. ‘Shouldn’t we give him something back since we’ve taken so much?’
‘Quite right, dear Luna,’ the sorceress nodded. ‘We should give two things back which we have taken.’
John looked up weakly.
‘My balls?’ He squeaked, his voice sounding strangely high.
‘Try again, little guy,’ Aris said with a laugh.
Before he could even guess at what two things he might be given, he heard the sorceress speak a few more words in her magic tongue, and he felt a titillating sensation in his chest. He looked down and watched in surprise as he sprouted two petite breasts.
‘Sorry,’ the sorceress said as if she felt genuine remorse. ‘A-cups are the best I can do right now.’
‘Come on,’ Aris said. ‘Let’s get a look.’
He felt a strange sense of shame over his new breasts and covered them with his hands, and could not help but notice the strange new sensitivity he felt there. Before he knew it, he was massaging himself.
‘Feeling yourself up already?’ Aris laughed.
He turned away from her and looked back.
‘I can’t be seen like this. Don’t I need a bra or something?’ He heard him say, surprised even to be saying it.
‘Oh, now you’re so modest?’ Luna asked in disbelief. ‘Now you’ll get a taste of what it’s like for us! Luna muttered. But still, don’t we have a bikini top for him to wear?
‘Afraid not,’ the sorceress said sadly.
‘I don’t have anything. At all.’ Isis said quickly, gesturing down at her nude form.
‘Me neither,’ Aris said, rapping her sword against her metal bra. ‘He’ll just have to go topless. But I do have a pair of panties he could wear.’
‘T-Tttopless?! Puh-pah-Ppppanties?!’ He whined.
He blushed hard; he looked down, past his breasts, and there was only a little button that remained of him. A tiny, useless little nub; even his empty scrotum had sucked in tight.
‘We’ll give you one last chance, though. Do you feel any remorse?’ The sorceress asked.
He looked up angrily.
‘For what?!’ He shouted, his voice sounding more feminine than he cared to admit.
The women all laughed. As if this was the reaction they had hoped for.
‘Very well,’ The sorceress pronounced with supreme indifference, ‘you’ve left us with no choice.’
‘No choice?’ He asked dumbly as he glanced up from his nub to see the sorceress’ wand aglow and with still more magic words spoken, except these in a dark and unknowable tongue; he saw a bright light and a hot flash between his legs.
And then he awoke. How much time had passed? Had any at all? Where was he?
‘Awake now?’ He heard someone ask.
‘Yes,’ he said, shaking his head, too afraid to even touch himself to check. Was it a bad dream? A psychosis? Was it over? Could it be over?’
The light was growing in the room. He lifted himself. A blanket covered him.
‘Am I…’ he paused, afraid of the answer. ‘Am I still me?’
‘That depends,’ the voice replied. ‘Who are you?’
Groaning, he sat up and lifted the blanket. To his horror, he felt his petite and perky breasts jiggle ever so slightly, and there was nothing except a tiny little clit between his legs.
‘Good. He’s awake. Now we can keep playing.’ He heard the cruel and unforgiving voice of Aris declare. ‘Besides, the fun’s just beginning…’
He patted himself; not only was his penis as small as a clit, but his testicles were still gone, lost somewhere deep inside him.
‘I warned you,’ he heard Isis say as if reading his mind, ‘you shouldn’t stress yourself. I’m afraid they’re gone now. Probably forever.’
‘The whole thing will be difficult to reverse at this point, I’m afraid,’ the sorceress shrugged.
He looked up and saw them standing there, posed as if they belonged in some hypersexual high-fantasy pulp novel.
Aris clicked her tongue.
‘All this pussy and no penis.’ Aris said, shaking her head as her fingers traced her body.
‘Join us, won’t you?’ The sorceress asked.
‘Not naked, please.’ He begged.
Luna brought out a hanger that had nothing but a shimmering, jingling pair of chainmail panties on it.
‘I’m sure these will fit. Especially now.’
Humiliated beyond words, but at least hoping to clothe himself with something, he snatched the panties and immediately pulled them on under the blanket. They fit perfectly. And there was no indentation in them whatsoever.
Dizzily, he rose to his feet, moving in an involuntarily feminine manner. It was as if he couldn’t resist. As if he was at their mercy. His only hope was that if he played his cards well and went along with their game, they might have mercy on him.
‘That’s right,’ Luna said as if she could read his mind. ‘Go along to get along.’
Standing now between them, he saw himself in the mirror’s reflection. His lean form had never looked more feminine.
‘All right, girls, strike a pose.’
There was a bright flash from the dark, from a photographer that nearly blinded him.
‘That was a good one!’ The photographer said. ‘But you in the middle there, could you give me a little more powerful slut action? You’re doing a lot with your mood, but give me a bit more.’
He did his best to comply, striking more and more sensual poses.
The flashes came again and again, and he could see there were not one but two photographers.
And then the flashes stopped abruptly.
‘Ladies, I’m sorry about this. I’m terribly sorry, but this is terribly embarrassing. But I’m afraid you’re all too much for me.’ The photographer said in the dark. ‘I can’t go on. Now without… releasing some tension.’
‘Oh, what a poor, sad gentleman; maybe one of us could help you with that.’ The sorceress offered.
‘Take your pick.’ Aris said as if her words were a threat.
‘Hmmm,’ the photographer groaned with desire. ‘How about that little topless honey in the middle?’
He felt a spank on his ass from Aris, and he shuffled forward, the chains on his bikini bottoms jingling. He looked back at Luna for mercy, but would be given none.
‘You heard him, honey,’ Luna smirked.
‘Ww-wwwhere?’ he asked, his voice trembling as much as the rest of him.
‘Why not here? Right on this rock?’ Aris asked.
‘I don’t care where, just immediately, please.’ The photographer said, stepping forward.
He was a strapping man in his late forties, with a goatee and ponytail. He truly could have had his pick. And he picked him.
‘Since we don’t have much time and I doubt this will take long…’ The photographer said as he set his camera down. ‘Let’s do it here, just a quick blowjob, okay, honey?’
The photographer sat down on the rock and waited patiently.
He stepped forward and nervously began unbuckling the photographer’s belt. And then unzipped his pants. And then noticed the massive bulge in his briefs.
‘Go on,’ He heard the sorceress’ voice urge him from behind.
He folded the man’s briefs down to his thighs and watched as the spear cocked up and pointed at him. He looked up at the photographer, who was beaming.
‘Pretty big, huh?’
He nodded. It was big. Certainly bigger than his had ever been. He wondered why he had ever felt pride in his own cock. He glanced down at his flat panties and shook his head before looking back up.
This was what a real man looked like. And as the photographer’s cock grew harder, John could only gape at it openmouthed.
‘Stop wasting time,’ Aris said, swatting him on the back of his ass with the flat side of her sword.
It knocked him right onto the photographer’s cock. He heard the photographer groan in pleasure and pushed into his mouth. And down into his throat.
He heard the women’s advice coming to him now. He heard their tips and tricks to bob up and down, to tighten his lips, to moan when he moaned.
And he did. It became a performance to him, nothing more than that. It was an out-of-body experience, a dream. It must be! Magic didn’t exist. Any moment he would wake up. Probably with a head injury, but he’d pay that price to get his cock and balls back. And it wasn’t all that bad. Each moan from the photographer felt… earned.
And when the time came for the climax, he was ready. And willing. And he would make sure to swallow as much of it as he could.
And just as the moment of truth came, so too did a bright light flash from the side, and he pulled back, the cock sliding out of his mouth just as the ejaculation splattered onto his face.
And then another bright flash.
The camera. Aris had picked it up and was snapping away. He could see on a monitor broadcasting the larp of his dumbly satisfied face dripping cum, wearing chainmail panties that fit him so well.
‘Mind if I get in on the action?’ The second photographer asked as John felt his chainmail panties descend from his hips with a slight jingling of the chains.
‘Be my guest,’ John whispered, his voice high, feminine and inviting.
‘Don’t mind if I do.’
His panties were around his thighs now, and his face was dripping with cum, and he was surprised by how quickly it had cooled.
He could not help but watch on the Megatron screen, which was broadcasting to one and all, as he was taken from behind. Fucked in the ass like a true sissy. He heard his moans amplified on the speaker system and the laughter of everyone from outside. And he watched as his little nub began to drip precum and then the squirting that followed.
All of which was caught perfectly on camera.
He knew he could never go back… Even if he wanted to.
The End.
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