The Benadryl Effect And The Pool Party
An SPH Experience by Limpnubguy.
I first discovered it during a severe allergy attack. I overreacted and took three pills, 25 mg each. At this dosage, I started feeling a bit high, but I needed to go somewhere soon, and I had to jump in the shower. Upon undressing, I saw myself in the mirror, and I was shocked. I am very small to begin with, but what I was seeing now was practically non-existent. It literally looked like I had a skin wrinkle where my penis should be. My balls had completely disappeared as well. I was impressed. The effect wore off after about 3 hours, but it was impossible to get an erection for several hours after that.
The first time that I employed this method to my benefit was a few weeks later at a pool party occurring at a friend’s apartment where there would be plenty of drunken stupidity. As the party was starting and people were hitting tequila shots and beers, I noticed that a girl I had a crush on (I’ll call her Cynthia) had shown up and was helping grill the food. At the time, I was 22 years old, and I believe that she had just turned 21. She was a young brown-skinned Mexican with the cutest face, goofy braces on her teeth, long dark curly hair with perky little boobs and a big juicy ass. I already had some drinks in me and had lost my inhibitions entirely. I was flirting with her, and she seemed very receptive to my advances. I asked her if she was going to be swimming today, and she said that she couldn’t because she needed to go to her nursing school in a couple of hours. She mentioned that, before leaving, she would have to go upstairs into the apartment and change into her medical scrubs.
That is when I got a brilliant and deranged idea. I would take three Benadryl pills and start the shrinkage process, then expose myself to Cynthia upstairs when she goes to change her clothes.
I waited another hour, then went upstairs to change into my swimming shorts and to take the Benadryl pills. I came back down to the pool and spent around 40 minutes swimming and drinking beer. It hit me very hard. I was buzzed way beyond what I had intended to be. I knew that my time was running short and that Cynthia would soon be heading upstairs to change. I climbed out of the pool and stumbled upstairs to set the trap. I planned to wait upstairs and watch from behind the privacy door. When I saw her start coming upstairs, I would run to the restroom, leave the door wide open, and let her catch me in the middle of undressing. This is the type of stupid thing that I do regularly.
I stood in the doorway behind the privacy screen for around 5 minutes waiting to see her leave the pool area and head towards the stairs. She finally stood up from her chair and left the pool area, but instead of heading towards the stairs, she turned the opposite way and went in the direction of the parking lot. I was devastated. I had gone to all this trouble, and she was leaving. Opportunity lost. Disappointed, I went to the restroom to pee. That was when I realized that the missed opportunity might have been a good thing. My balls had completely disappeared, and my penis was totally gone as well. It looked like I had a vagina with a tiny tip of a pink clitoris sticking out about half an inch. Being totally shaved only exacerbated the effect, making me look like an infant.
It seemed like a good idea to take advantage of being in the restroom to take a warm shower to see if I could reverse the shrinkage because I was really freaked out seeing how deformed I looked. I dropped my wet shorts to the ground and started to step out of them. Just then the door suddenly came open. There was Cynthia. She threw the door open quickly, and as she entered, her head was turned over her right shoulder, looking at something behind her in the hallway as she kept moving forward. By the time that she turned her head towards me, she was about a foot away from me and still moving forward.
She had to put her hand out against my chest to stop herself from running into me. I was trying to reach down to cover myself up, but my hand crashed into her hand as she was pulling it back from my chest, accidentally blocking my cover-up for about half a second. At first she locked eyes with me apologetically as if accidentally bumping into someone in the hallway. She took a glance downward, and her eyes grew wide, and she let out a loud shriek of astonishment.
Right then I managed to get my right hand down to cover up my shame, and she was still looking. Once I had covered up, her eyes came back up and met with mine for a brief moment. She threw her right hand up to cover her mouth and quickly turned around and ran into the hallway. This whole interaction lasted around three seconds from beginning to end, but it felt like a lifetime. It still replays in my mind as if my life was in slow motion for that event.
As she turned away, I could see that she had a backpack over her shoulder. That was why she had walked to the parking lot, to get it out of her car. As I heard her hurried steps heading down the hallway, I could hear laughter muffled by her hand. I quickly reached down and pulled my shorts up, then headed out to the hallway to apologize. By the time that I made it out there, it was too late. She was already out the front door. I ran towards the door, and I could see that she had stopped halfway down the stairs and sat down. She was laughing so hard that it looked like she had to stop to catch her breath.
She was still muffling her laughter with her hand, but I could hear it quite loudly. I debated stepping out to apologize to her, but just then she stood up and kept walking all the way to the parking lot. She had walked past the pool area without talking to anyone, but still walking with her hand over her mouth. I could see that once she got to her car, she threw her backpack into the trunk and then turned to lean back against the car, still laughing hysterically. That lasted for another minute before she got in the car and drove away.
I saw her again about a month later at a party. We were both part of a big group chat in the living room of that same apartment. She was sitting directly across from me. She didn’t mention anything, but from time to time our glances would meet, and she would get a big smirk on her face and hold her gaze until I got uncomfortable and looked away. Sometime in the weeks after that, she must have told some of her friends about the incident. I started getting some small penis comments in Spanish when I visited the nearby Mexican restaurant where she worked. Those of you who are familiar with Mexican women know that they can be quite harsh when they know that you have a small penis, and word spreads far and wide.
The End.
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