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Subject: {ASSM} Shrinky Dink (No sex, humiliation, tiny penis, shrinking penis)
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ATTENTION:  This story is intended for mature readers, and not for
children.  It describes situations that many people might have no
interest in at all.  The following story describes a full sized cock
being shrunken for amusement, and the suffering of the owner.  It was
written by request for someone who enjoys this subject very much.  If
this sort of story doesn't appeal to you then look away now please!

Also there may be typos and spelling mistakes...  Believe it or not
I'm not an English major.

Story: Shrinky Dink


A braggard... No, calling Peter Anderson that would have been an
understatement.  The teenager spent nearly every waking moment
boasting about how wonderful he was.  Peter claimed to be single-
handidly carrying his school's football team.  He constantly spoke
about his family's wealth, the fancy sports car his dad had gotten
him, and the other toys his parents lavished on him.  It was only
natural that they give him so much, after all in Peter's own words he
was their favorite child.  Even in front of his two younger sisters he
was more than happy to stick to that claim.

But what Peter liked to talk about the most was the gift God has given
him between his own two legs.  Regardless of who was listening the boy
thrilled in speaking about his giant dick.  By Peter's own account it
was at least eleven inches long erect.  He often joked that he'd
accidentally put a sock on it several times mistaking it for another
leg.  Peter certainly wasn't bashful.  He'd even spoken about it to
his own family; all while mocking his sister's who still had yet to
develop breasts.  He swore up and down that there was only so many
good genes to go around, and he'd hogged them all up.

It was a week ago that Peter finally decided to put his money where
his mouth was when he asked his girlfriend out to the cliffs
overlooking the town.  It was common knowledge that boys took girls
there to take their virginities, at least that's what Peter thought.
Unfortunately his girlfriend didn't see things that way, and when the
boy began to push a little too hard she pushed back.  Finally Peter
tossed the crying girl out of his car and peeled off without her.  For
a boy like Peter was used to having the world handed to him it was too
much to bare that he should be rejected.  This wouldn't stand.  He
wouldn't let it.

Unfortunately for Peter the girl he'd scorn came from no normal
family.  Kayla was a decendant of magic practitioners.  Her family had
long hoarded the secrets of the dark arts, using their powers in only
the most dire of circumstances to protect or avenge themselves.  Now
Kayla found herself in such a situation.  After being nearly raped she
wanted to teach Peter a lesson he'd never forget, and she knew just
how to do it.  There was so much she could take from him.  Perhaps she
could cause Peter's father to lose his job?  No, the Andersons were
good people.  It was just Peter who was scum.  Maybe she could cause
Peter to get in a car accident?  No, that'd only gain him sympathy.
When it came to Peter there was only one thing he cared about.  One
thing that when taken away would completely ruin him.

And so tonight Peter found himself sitting alone in his bedroom
jerking off as he thought about who his next girlfriend could be.  It
was true that Peter's dick was indeed impressive, but of course it was
no eleven inches.  In reality it was just a bit over six, and about as
thick as his wrist.  As the boy massaged his dick he noticed an odd
tingling in his groin.  At first it felt like nothing more than an
itch, but this quickly grew into a burning sensation.  He dragged his
nails across his pubic mound several times.  Pulling his hand away he
looked down and was shocked to see that where he had scratched his
hair had fallen out.  He stood and saw even more fall.  Then a sudden
gust from the open window sent every last hair on his groin onto the
bed.  The amazed teenager didn't know what to make of this situation.

Suddenly Peter felt numb.  He fell back on his bed, landing on his ass
with his back against the wall.  No matter how hard he tried he
couldn't move; not even to open his mouth and yell.  Something odd was
going on, at least that much he was certain of.

The tingling in his groin resumed.  His dick felt hard, far harder
than normal.  He noticed the head becoming a shade of red.  A great
numbness overtook his cock.  The unusual sensation would have made the
boy cry out if he could, but at the moment Peter was a prisoner in his
own body.  Just when he thought his dick couldn't possibly get any
harder his erection began to fade.  No, that wasn't the case at all.
Peter's heart raced as he realized that his dick was just as hard as
ever, but it was shrinking.  The shaft was growing thinner and thinner
as his dick seemed to be retracting into his body.  Peter tried
desperately to cry or yell, anything to alert his family to the
situation, but all he could was watch on quietly as this terrible
thing happened.

Peter knew that his dick was at least two inches shorter now.  The
shrinking wasn't slowing down.  But that wasn't all.  The skin around
his groin seemed to be retracting.  He could see his sac forming a
tighter bond around his balls.  As the skin became tighter his balls
were being squeezed painfully hard.  Pain...  He could feel that
despite the numbness.  It was as if someone was stepping on his balls,
and it was only getting worse.  Now his dick was half the size it was
before.  Tears began to form in the teenager's eyes.  He prayed that
he might wake and find that this was all a nightmare.

"Mmmf..."  A sound, it was unintentional but he made a sound.  He
tried again and again, but all he could produce was soft groans.  The
pain was becoming more and more intense.  Now his dick was a quarter
the size it has once been, and the skin of his sac was so tightly
stretched over his golf-ball sized testies that it'd become nearly
transparent.

"N... No...." Slowly Peter could say more.  His voice was growing
louder, and he could move his fingers.  Now he could move his feet and
his head.  For the first time in a minute he blunk.  His jaw moved
when he spoke.  Slowly he moved his hand towards his dick.  It was
barely an inch long now, and no thicker than a drinking straw.  He saw
his testies being pulled by his tightening skin up towards the tiny
shaft.  Now the pain was overwhelming.  A loud scream escaped his
mouth that echoed through his whole house.

The door burst open and in came Peter's father, mother, and two
younger sisters.  As they filed into the room their eyes went to
Peter, and then to the tiny, miserable thing between his legs.  The
girls were giggling up a storm.  His mother covered her mouth, but her
eyes betrayed her.  His dad was in obvious disbelieve.  The boy wanted
to tell that what had happened, but as he opened his mouth all that
came out was a sharp cry.  A new pain overcame him unlike anything
he'd ever felt before.

There was a sudden swelling in his tiny shaft.  The tip of his dick
stretched wide open as if it were about to give birth.  His family
moved in closer, entranced by the sight of something pink squirming
out of his dick.  Peter closed his eyes and cried out again.  The pain
was terrible.

Suddenly, remembering herself, Peter's mother rushed to her son's
side.  She gripped his hand and cried out, "Push sweetie.  It's almost
out!"

"What is it," Peter's youngest sister asked.

Just then there was a loud *splat* as the thing came shooting from the
tip of the boy's tiny dick like a bullet.  The small, pink thing flew
across the room, landing on the floor by Peter's father's feet.  Peter
opened his mouth and shrieked again as his dick fired off another
round.  This time the pink orb landed in the palm of his oldest
sister's hand.

Peter was overwhelmed.  He panted heavily as he slumped back against
his bed, relieved just to be rid of whatever those were.  Mrs.
Anderson set her fingers against her son's groin.  A deep blush
covered her face as she looked from her son to the small orbs.

"What are they, mom," the girl asked again.

"T... They're your brother's testicles," she stuttered out.

The family looked back to Peter, who had passed out as the delivery.
How could this be explained?  What had they witnessed?  Already his
tiny dick had shriveled up to probably never be seen again.  Now all
the boy had was a tiny bump the size of a pimple on his groin.  It was
obvious that he'd been heavily exagerating all these years about his
dick.  Suddenly the girls pittied their brother, and understood his
desperation to make them feel bad.  At least they'd eventually
develop, but as he was their brother could never be a man.  Hell, he
had no balls.

Mr. Anderson agreed.  After watching his wife cover the boy he made a
decision.  "We'll take him to the doctor's tomorrow," the man said,
"And see about getting him a sex change."

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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