The angle of this is great, because, ignoring the background, either his cock is growing OR he’s shrinking and his cock isn’t. Both are hot scenarios.
“Ah fuck that feels good,” I gasped as Toby, my secretary, licked my cock.
“You taste good,” he said, rubbing his tongue up and down.
I knew it was a bad idea. I knew about the curse, about what would happen if I stayed hard for longer than ten minutes. But it was worth it.
“We’re coming up on ten,” he said, nuzzling his bearded face against my balls. “You wanna take a break?”
“Keep going,” I gasped. It felt so perfect. And Toby didn’t need to be told twice. He grasped my dick and took it in his mouth, even as I felt the curse take hold over my body.
The shrinking was subtle at first, and I barely felt this inches slip away. But then it sped up as he sucked, and I could feel myself getting smaller, smaller, smaller under his hands. I was down to half my size before I knew it.
He leaned back to grin at me. “You’re getting real puny, boss,” he said. “You sure about this?”
“Shut up and suck,” I said, and leaned down to lick my whole crotch – his tongue seemed so huge now, and I was so small. And getting smaller. Soon, I’d be tiny enough for Toby to pick up in one hand and drop into his underwear, carrying my home nestled against his dick.
Oh that’s a sexy curse. Inconvenient, but sexy.
They usually ended up smaller, but this one didn’t finish his drink, after Ben chatted him up. A night filled with sex, and the little man’s arm up Ben’s butt later he came to the conclusion, that keeping him at that size would be satisfying enough.
Of course, he could always change his mind…
I couldn’t believe my hypnosis worked. Just a few days of piping the quiet audio into my boss’ office, and he was sitting there with his pants off after everyone had left for the night.
Amazing.
“You need anything before I go?” I asked, poking my head in.
He looked a little dazed. “Uh, yeah, dude,” he said. His voice was low and stupid, his cock rock-hard. “I’m so fuckin’ horny.”
It was working! It was really working!
“You should probably jerk off for me. I’ll take some pics,” I said, taking out my phone.
“Naw, man,” he said. “That’d be weird. I’m yer boss.”
This was unexpected. He was supposed to be submissive, an exhibitionist. I was going to use these photos to blackmail him. But something seemed to have gone wrong after all. “You… you don’t want to show off for me?” I said, disappointed.
“I wanna fuck that little twink body,” he said, standing up.
“Whoa, in the office? Boss, that’s …” what was going on? What had I messed up with the hypno file?
“You want it,” he sneered, moving toward me. “That’s why you’re naked.”
“I’m not …” my voice trailed off as I looked down. Holy shit – I WAS naked! How did that happen? When had I taken my clothes off? Oh no, I realized, the hypnosis – it must’ve affected me too.
“Bend over,” my boss said, and his voice was so strong, so commanding, so masculine, I knew I had to. I leaned over his couch, showing him my hole, and watched him grab his phone from the desk and start taking pictures.
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Accidental Hypnosis affecting the user? Kind of a turn-on.
Yep, still a turn on.
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– dustbunny
What a view.
Ah, now usually in size differences I’d enjoy being either/any size, but this one? I’d want to be the little guy. To touch and enjoy those larger than me, and be stroked and enjoyed.
Still true.
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