The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

JILL

This was the 5th time you’ve popped into Misty’s Esoterica and Apothecary. You loved browsing the shelves on your way home from work. The treasures you would spy always entertained you, and Misty was always welcoming and pleasant to talk to. You were delighted by tarot readings and the discussion of spirituality, untapped powers, and long-forgotten folklore and facts.

Today was different, however. Misty wasn’t there; instead, there was a new face you hadn’t seen before. Her name, as she informed you at the introduction, was Victoria. We recently hired Misty so she could expand her role and conduct home visits, which she has really wanted to focus on.

You and Victoria start to hit it off; she’s sweet and polite, a little weird, but so were you. You explain that your boyfriend, Eric, thinks this sort of thing is all nonsense and that you shouldn’t waste your money here. Victoria explains that people who don’t believe are weakening the powers of people like her. I’d like to ask you to inform her about Eric and any shortcomings he may have.

You think long and decide to spill the beans, but he doesn’t have any shortcomings physically. Blushing, you tell Victoria about Eric. He’s tall, strong, takes care of himself, handsome with a devilish smile. He’s not exactly short in his comings either, as he’s the most well-endowed you’ve seen in person, and sometimes it’s too much.

Victoria laughs, “Ok, physically he’s a 10, but what about emotionally? What about his nature?”

You think again and pause. “He’s focused on his needs in the bedroom. He’s not as attentive to me as I wish he were. Sometimes, I just need someone to talk to, and he can be closed off. He flaunts this big, macho persona too much sometimes, and I just want him to be more sensitive to my needs. Just be more sensitive in general.”

“I can work with that.” Jokes Victoria. “Do you have anything of his on you right now?”

“I have his apartment keys… what do you mean work with?” You are interested as you hand them over.

“Has he lived there long?” she asks.

“Yes, he’s been there for the past 5 years.” You answer. What was she planning?

“Good, keys can be powerful; they protect our personal spaces and allow us into those spaces.” Victoria said this while emphasizing the word “us.”

She was so easy to talk to, you had this feeling of relaxation and ease when you were near her in the shop.

“If you’re willing, I’d like to take these keys for a moment in the back of the shop, and I’ll give them right back.” She says.

“As long as you’re not making a copy.” You joke.

“The wiles of men do not interest me anymore, dear.” She says with a wink.

Victoria departs beyond the curtain. Shortly, the smells wafting in Misty’s change, from pleasantly sweet to a bitter, torrential smell. The little shop seemed to grow dark for a moment, as if a cloud had passed over the sun briefly. Victoria returned after a few minutes.

“This one is on the house, it lets me get some practice in, and I hope all your wishes come true, Jill.” She hands you back Eric’s keys. They are unusually warm to the touch.

“What did you do?” As the keys cool.

“Well, like I said, I wanted to practice something, we’ll see if there are any changes.” She smiles.

The bell above the door chimes, and another customer walks in, a very tall, pale, gaunt man, and he gives you the willies. The keys now cold to your touch, you pocket them. You wonder what Misty would have to say if you asked her about this experience. You leave the shop and continue on your way to Eric’s.

You’ve been staying at his place more and more as of late. His place was larger, not nicer. You had ideas on how to freshen it up, but Eric wasn’t overly interested in making many changes. As you put the keys in the lock, they felt warm again. You entered and made yourself at home. You would work on dinner as you waited for him.

*****

ERIC

You come up the stairs to your apartment expecting Jill to have dinner laid out for you. You looked forward to her cooking. Not that you expected it, but she was better at it than you, as you never cared to learn. After a long session at the gym, your blood was flowing. You needed protein, and you were thinking about making a pass at Jill. It had been a few days. You had a longing to be with her.

You enter the apartment and there she is, sitting on the couch, reading a book. There’s a smell of some tomato-based pasta dish and chicken in the air. You lick your lips and settle in for the night. You’re thankful for her presence, but you’ve always struggled to express your emotions.

After dinner, you and Jill sit on the couch. She tells you she met a new lady at Misty’s today and that she was weird, but she liked it. “What a waste of money,” you think. To yourself, thankful it wasn’t your money. Perhaps it would be someday, if things continued to go well with Jill. You were starting to see a future, whatever that would mean. The thought of marriage was becoming more relevant as you aged.

Jill put her feet on your lap; she wanted a foot rub, no doubt. You indulged, as this may be your thing. With her feet on your lap, moving softly against you as you rubbed. This was definitely an in to sex as you stiffened, pressing yourself against her soles. You kiss her toes. This is your chance.

*****

JILL

You had gotten dinner settled, tidied Eric’s apartment, and had folded laundry, but didn’t get a chance to put it away yet, as it sat on the chair. You’d get to it tomorrow. After working all day, you decided to sit and finally relax as you awaited him from the gym, which he always did after work. When he got in, he didn’t seem to notice all the things you had done except for dinner.

You settled in for the meal, and the conversation flowed mostly about his workday and his routine at the gym. You brought up some of the things that happened at work, but he was more focused on your time at Misty’s, obviously disapproving.

As you lie on the couch, you lay your feet across his lap, wanting a foot rub. He indulged your desire, and then you felt it after a few moments. His erection is stirring at your feet. You could trace it with your heels and soles. He was large, that’s for certain. Maybe tonight you could take charge for once. Have him go down on you for more than a moment. Let him relax as you gently lower yourself on him, allowing yourself to become comfortable with his size.

You get up and let him know that you two should get ready for bed. He stands, and his sweatpants are clearly straining against the pressure he’s putting on them. You head into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Eric followed right behind.

At the sink, he grabs you from behind and leans into your ear, breathing into you.

“Now isn’t that a sight.” As he looks into the mirror from behind you, his hands glide up to your breasts as he pushes himself against your ass.

Eric is strong, powerful, and dominant. Sometimes you want him to be more relaxed and allow you to take the lead. Tonight’s not the night.

He kisses along your neck, and works his hands back down from your breasts and towards your yoga pants. His right hand slips into the waistband, where he begins to explore. With his other hand, he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes to the point it hurts slightly.

It’s not that this doesn’t do it for you, but variety is the spice of life, and he just never lets you take control. Eric begins to play and is welcomed by your anticipation of further exploration with his strong right hand. His left hand finds the back of your waistband, and he slides down your yoga pants and underwear. His right is still firmly gliding into position.

You look into the mirror and see that devilish grin from behind you. He pulls the drawstring on his sweatpants, and they fall to the floor. He steers his cock towards your wanting warmth and begins to push inside. At first, it hurts delightfully as he fills you. A feeling of fullness washes over you. He keeps pushing, and the fullness is overwhelming as it has been several times before. His rhythm is all about power and control. This is his time, you’re just along for the ride, it would seem.

He presses deep into you, and as nice as it feels, you wish he’d play with your opening more. Toying with the head of his cock slowly but deliberately, up and down, pushing his shape into you briefly and then pulling back again and again before he plunged deeper, just to retreat and toy once more.

What you’re getting is the sprinter, powerlifter experience. He’s using all of his size and length but only pulling back an inch or two to build himself up for his next push. You look in the mirror and see Victoria snickering from behind you. You blink and she’s not there.

With one hand, you grasp your breast, finding your erect nipple and teasing it with your thumb and pointer. With your other hand, you glide it down to your clitoris and begin to circle yourself softly. Eric is close. You passionately keep working on yourself, and as you’re flooded with the grunts and moans of a man fighting for his life, you begin to climax as you stare in the mirror, looking for Victoria again.

*****

ERIC

You wake in the morning with Jill’s love still smothering you. Jill is softly snoring in bed next to you. You reflect on how beautiful she is in the morning light as it cascades on her smooth, tanned skin. You gently rise and move to the bathroom to freshen up. As you warm the water, you look in the mirror. It must be cold this morning. You wash yourself with warm water and freshen your breath with mouthwash.

You return to the bedroom to see, once more, Jill, now rolled onto her back, the sun on her skin. She’s likely to wake soon. You approach the foot of the bed, and an idea floods your mind. You lift the covers at her feet and climb under. You trace up her legs with gentle kisses. She stirs. You see her underwear. A pair you’ve known she’s had for a while now, you can see they are stained from your efforts last night, escaping while she slept.

You’re strong, you have a need, a desire. You have an idea. You grasp her underwear as she wakes.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” She exclaimed.

“I’m getting my breakfast ready.” You say.

You rip away her underwear with one clean tear and kiss her soft, delicate thighs, slowly making your way to where you want to bury yourself for the morning.

*****

JILL

You awaken to the feeling of overwhelming desire being exerted upon you. This has never happened before. Eric’s comment to you flooded your passion as he audibly enjoyed his position. He was insatiable, he was inspiring. He lapped his tongue at your newfound control in this morning’s delights. Moments turned to long minutes. The bedding obscured him, and you needed to see his hungry eyes as he devoured your offerings to him. You threw the sheets back and revealed his stern desire; the look on his visible face washed over you. He was yours to have.

Eric looked at you, locking his gaze upon yours, as he continued his efforts to satisfy every need you had, both present and future. You could feel his tongue tracing every neglected softness you desired.

Finally, you had had enough of his buffet of lust and grabbed at his hair and pulled him away, attempting to guide him up, but he resisted and continued his relentless indulgence in his enjoyment of your body. The sun heated your exposed skin as his hands traced up your body, goosebumps formed, and again you grabbed at him more eagerly as pleasure washed over you inside and out.

Finally, he relented, and slowly he rose towards you, kissing at your hips, stomach, ribs, breasts, and finally your neck. He raised his head and looked deeply into your eyes. He took his hand and wrapped it around his desire, and he guided it to your precipice. Instead of plunging deeply as he had always before, he restrained himself and slowly rocked it up and down, gliding across you with a waiting approval.

“Slowly.” You whisper.

“Like this?” Eric implored.

Eric slowly coaxed his head inside and paused, pulling back briefly and then forward again. He was playing with you. He continued again and again, gaining depth ever so slightly each time. You were awash with relaxation, and you welcomed every advance he made. He continued to kiss along your neck and shoulders. His lips settled into the side of yours as they always naturally fell, and you kissed passionately with each other as he continued.

It wouldn’t be more than a few more thrusts before you would welcome his full length. However, you felt his hips hit yours. You knew his size and the depths he reached. This wasn’t the usual. You looked up at him, and he had this look of painful restraint, like he was desperately holding himself back from cumming. Out of the corner of your eye, in the window of the 6th-story apartment, you caught the reflection of Victoria smiling briefly at you.

*****

ERIC

Holy fuck, you couldn’t get enough of Jill’s pussy this morning; you were upset she pulled you away from it. You just needed to taste her again. Now you were inside her, fully engulfed in her. Every thrust was pushing you over the edge; you kept having to pause, or else you would cum desperately inside her. Even the thought of going back down on her once you had finished kept twinging at your fortitude to resist your urge to let loose inside her right now.

She enveloped you entirely, easily. The sweet, soft, warm embrace had buckled your knees, and you collapsed upon her body. You could feel her trembling around you in a rhythm of pleasure. Tightening, gently constricting around your sensitive shape. This was too much, and you lost your resolve, excited by the prospect of returning to the position you had started with. Every slight thrust after the initial culmination rendered you more flaccid, smaller than the last. You could feel that you were drained completely, and unlike times before, you still had a burning desire. You slowly fell away as Jill blissfully lay back, relaxed and panting from your efforts. Now was your time to indulge in your new favourite pastime.

You slowly trace back down her figure with your lips and tongue, stopping briefly at her breasts and hips.

“What are you doing, mister?” Jill pants, still catching her breath.

“Enjoying you.” You say softly, “enjoying us.”

You slowly position yourself at her indulged decadence, the dessert you helped make. You begin to kiss and roll your tongue, starting at the top and working your way down to her filling. Savoring the taste of Jill and your passion. This is life. You can’t get enough of her. Jill is awash again with pleasure, a more relaxed, refined pleasure this time. As you continue, you can feel your cares melt away. With every gulping, lustful stroke of your wanting mouth, you feel your penis retracting, softening. Finally satiated in this morning’s delights, you crawl back up her body and lie upon her. She holds you close and plays with your hair and back, tracing what you feel as hearts on your skin.

*****

JILL

Breathing in deeply, enjoying the pleasures Eric gave you this morning, you are bathed in the sun’s morning light. After a long moment of blissful warmth of embrace, you two start your day proper. Getting up and heading to the bathroom to shower, you look back at Eric, splayed out on the bed, his gaze lingers upon your body. You shake your hips at him as you look back and notice he’s gently toying with himself.

“Are you seriously trying to get it going again?” You joke.

“No ma’am, I’m spent, it just feels different this morning,” Eric replies.

“Different how?” You question.

“Like…smaller…” Eric says as he holds his flaccid penis in his hand, seemingly measuring it.

“Don’t be silly.” You replied.

You can’t help but think that it did look smaller, less threatening, and even cute. Probably by an inch, two at the most.

Getting into the shower, the steam filling the glass room, you wipe at the steam and see Victoria’s reflection briefly again, smiling at you. You are officially freaked right the fuck out.

After work, you rush to Misty’s Esoterica and Apothecary. You push into the shop, the doorbell chimes, and there’s Misty. You ask her where Victoria is, and she gives you the strangest look. A look that portrayed, “What are you talking about?”

“Yesterday I came in and Victoria was here, said you were out, and she did something for me. Where is she?” You question.

“I was closed yesterday…” Misty responds with concern. “The shop used to be owned by a Victoria before I took it over, but she passed away years ago.”

Stunned in silence, your heart felt like it stopped beating entirely. The world was closing in on you. You think, “What did I do?” You start backing out of the shop and walk towards Eric, who is questioning everything you did, said, and saw.

*****

ERIC

It had been a week since Jill told you about Victoria–and since you’d noticed the first change. You’d measured again this morning. Another half inch gone.

You’d gone soft faster last night, and it didn’t return with its usual vigor. Jill didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. You knew she noticed.

You’d tried blaming the gym, your diet, even stress–but deep down, you felt something else at play. A punishment. An invisible hand is drawing the lines of your body tighter and tighter, trimming away more with every climax.

It wasn’t just physical. You were more tired. Weaker. You’d started hearing things too–soft feminine whispers at the edge of orgasm, giggling in your ears that weren’t Jill’s. Once, mid-thrust, you’d even seen her–Victoria–briefly in the mirror behind Jill. Standing with arms crossed, smirking. Watching.

But you were still a man. You still need. So you took her again. Fast, hard, before she could ask for more. And when you finished, when you emptied yourself inside her with a grunt and collapsed beside her without so much as a hand offered in return–you knew.

Something was missing.

And when you got up later to piss, your hand barely felt your cock at all. It was still there, yes. Just… lighter. Smaller. Softer.

Like a shadow of what it used to be.

*****

JILL

You notice the changes. Every time he takes without giving–really giving–he shrinks a little more. At first, it scared you. But now? Now it fascinates you.

It’s not just about size. It’s the control. The balance of energy. What you feed grows. What you starve, withers. That’s what Victoria said in the dream last night.

You didn’t see it then. But now, in the haze of half-sleep and slow orgasms, it all makes sense. You’ve been feeding him for so long. His wants. His desires. His dominance.

Now, finally, something is feeding you.

So tonight, when he asks for sex again, you agree. But you let him lead. You let him take.

And you don’t lift a finger to help yourself. No rubbing, no guiding his hand. Just passivity. You even fake the moans to keep the illusion alive.

He finishes fast, rolling off with a satisfied sigh.

You don’t bother hiding your silence. The curse doesn’t activate when you pretend.

You both sleep.

*****

MORNING

He’s smaller again. Visibly. His morning wood isn’t wood at all–it’s barely a twitch. He stares at it in horror while you’re brushing your teeth.

“You’re imagining it,” you say gently. But your eyes linger too long. He sees it. He knows.

That night, he didn’t make the first move. The next, he tries–but slower this time. He goes down on you first, longer than ever. He asks what you like. He whispers your name like it matters.

And it feels good–real, for once.

He enters you carefully, reverently, watching your face for signs of pleasure. And when you finally do cum–truly cum–his body shudders.

You feel the energy flow between you, but this time… nothing is taken. It lingers. Balanced.

Afterward, you lie on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His body feels different. Still smaller than before–but not shrunken further.

You reach down and cup him.

Soft. But not gone.

You realize: this is the rule.

When he gives you nothing, he loses something.

When he gives you everything, the curse pauses.

WEEKS PASS

The dynamic is shifting.

He’s more gentle. He listens more. You’ve stopped needing to fake it.

But his cock is still smaller than it ever was before. Even at full hardness, it’s cute now. Manageable. Usable–but no longer overwhelming. And the shift in his ego has come with it. He’s softer in personality, too, no longer brash or macho.

He’s a better partner now. But you sometimes wonder if he’d have ever changed without the curse.

*****

ONE NIGHT

As you’re curled in his arms, post-orgasm, you ask: “Do you feel different?”

He nods. Quietly. “It’s not about feeling like a man anymore. It’s about feeling like… yours.”

You smile. “Good boy.”

From the hallway, behind the slightly ajar bedroom door, a figure passes in the dark. Barefoot. Smiling.

*****

VICTORIA

Watching. Always watching.

*****

EPILOGUE

You never spoke of her again. You never found a way to reverse it. But eventually, it didn’t matter.

You came first, always. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. He worshipped you, and you let him.

What once dominated you now curled against your thigh like a secret, obedient pet.

And the last time he asked to finish inside you just for his pleasure, you smiled sweetly and said, “Only if you can afford to lose more.”

He hesitated.

Then pulled out.

He’d already lost so much.

Too much.

The End.

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