[ WP ] After cheating on a woman who was secretly a witch , a man is cursed with a size-shifting manhood which becomes inversely-proportional to the love he has for each woman he makes love to .

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 # # # Prologue 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; *Damn, this chick is tight, * thought Steve, as he relentlessly pounded away at her backside. *I ’ m well rid of that bitch, Raven or whatever. It was like throwing a sausage down a hallway with that one. Don ’ t know what I saw in her. * 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Aloud he exclaimed, “ Yeah, take it! You like that dick you skanky ho! Unh. ” The girl he was fucking was moaning loudly face-down into a pillow. Abruptly, she rolled her head aside and squealed. *Here it comes! * Steve thrust it in, deep, crushing her ass tightly to his groin. He was, perhaps, justifiably surprised by the heel to the thigh. He took another one to the sack as she kicked him away, cursing. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ What the fuck, you bitch?! ” he yelled, in a pitch he almost didn ’ t recognize as coming from his own mouth. The girl was crouched at the far end of the bed, nursing her own hurt. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ I ’ m sorry! ” she said, “ It just *hurt* all of a sudden. I think you ’ re j—just too big. Ow, goddammit that stings. ” Before he could say anything, she was off the bed and into the bathroom. He heard the lock *click*, and was alone with his raging boner. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Frowning and muttering under his breath about crazy bitches, he finished himself off and cleaned up with the nearest thing to hand – her dress, it felt like. Then he put his clothes back on and left without another word. 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; Steve hunched surly over the bar, nursing a Bud. Whatsherface, it turned out, was only the beginning of his problems. Of the last five girls he had picked up, two of them had taken a look at his dick and flat refused, sending him off without even a hand-job. Another two had offered head. The last had given it the old college try ( *heh! * ) but could no more go through with it than the one bitch. *It ’ s like she cursed me or something. Never thought I ’ d hit a stretch of pussy so tight I couldn ’ t even get it in properly. * Steve ’ s equipment was only average in length and girth, but he ’ d been so ragingly horny lately it felt like he was busting at the seams. *Most guys ’ d kill to have this problem. * He took another swig. 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; There was a whistle and a couple loud *yeahs*. Steve turned to see what the commotion was. A woman was dancing on the floor, drawing appreciative stares in part for her moves – but more likely because she was obviously very drunk and her top had rode up a little far… ). Never one to play coy, Steve drained his pint and stood up. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ Hey, baby, they call me Stevie Suáve… ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Strike six. 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ As far as I can tell, you ’ re only about average in size, ” said the Doc. “ You shouldn ’ t be having any trouble. ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; *I ’ ve got half an inch on the average you dickhead*, Steve thought but didn ’ t say. What he said was, “ So you ’ re telling me that I just happened to line up six of the tightest chicks in town, all in a row, just like that; that I just got unlucky? ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ That about sums it up, yes. Unless ” – the Doc cleared his throat – “ you ’ ve been picking up women a little… young for your age. ” There was a slight but not unobvious emphasis on the word “ woman, ” and the Doc fixed him with a cold look that settled like spears over the rims of his glasses. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ Fuck you. I ain ’ t no kiddy diddler, ” Steve said angrily. He tugged his pants back on in a huff and stormed out of the room. *Fucking doctors. * 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; The next evening Steve visited a new place. Word had gotten around, it seemed, and his luck had run cool at the usual dive. He was in a bad mood and set to with a will. The place was dense with the noise of a death metal band churning out something that sounded like badly oiled industrial machinery, but the music suited his temperament just fine. Half-shouting and more than half-drunk, he related his woes ( in the proper context ) to the bartender between drinks. For his part, the bartender nodded sympathetically as appropriate and occasionally asked, “ another? ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; The band had apparently finished their set, and during the respite a man a couple seats down spoke up. “ You know, some girls like ‘ em big enough to hurt, ” the man said with a lewd grin. “ Take Miss Agony there, ” and he pointed with his chin to a dim corner where a couple guys and a girl, all tattoos and studs and rings and chains, were lounging. “ She ’ s mostly dom, but she mixes it up sometimes for the right girl. Or guy, as the case may be. ” He winked. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Steve looked where the man had indicated. “ Not really my type. But shit man, at this point I ’ d try anything with two legs, ” he said. The man laughed loudly and raised his cup: “ Hear, hear! ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Steve raised his own, and with a “ bottoms up! ” drained it in one long swallow, banging the empty glass down on the bar top with a satisfied “ ahhhh… ” 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; Mistress Agony was skeptical. Skeptical but intrigued. Men were always boasting about how big they were, but this one seemed to really be desperate. He was far from unattractive, if you were into the whole “ bro ” type, but marking them up was part of the fun for her. She agreed to a liaison on the condition that he serve her for a week after. He didn ’ t seem too thrilled, but men are driven by lust, not logic, and so it didn ’ t take much convincing for him to agree. 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; Steve was ready to rut. He hadn ’ t been properly laid in – what – a week and a half? He half-led, half-dragged the goth chick back into the men ’ s room and locked the door, where they went at it like starved animals. It was hot and urgent and a little bloody, and it was a good thing the next band started playing because she had started to scream. Loud. 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; The next day, Steve was regretting his agreement. He didn ’ t particularly want to be this woman ’ s bitch-boy, but she *was* the first woman in a week and a half who ’ d let him finish inside, and that counted for something. Besides, it was clear that she loved the D; she wouldn ’ t be able to stay away! 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; He was half-right. 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; A week in the hands of Mistress Agony taught Steve a lot about himself. He learned, for example, that he preferred flogging to nipple clamps. He learned that he was surprisingly more flexible than he had known, when put to the test. And then he learned that 10 feet of chain isn ’ t *quite* enough to reach the basement door. He was downright miserable, to be honest, and she hadn ’ t even let him hit that *once*! Not that he wanted to anymore. The shit this chick came up with was downright sick. He couldn ’ t see how anybody could get their rocks off on this sort of thing. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; The worst was the teasing. She ’ d get him hard but never could he find release. Sometimes she drew it out for hours before leaving him hanging, unable even to just rub one out. He had the worst goddamn case of blue balls you ’ ve ever seen. Indigo balls. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; And yet, the more abuse he took, the harder he seemed to get. By the end of the week, his cock felt 12 inches long in about 6 inches of skin. The veins bulged angrily as she coaxed him to life, and he cursed loudly and fluently as his body betrayed his intent. He ’ d lost track of the days somewhat, so he was a bit confused when she finally placed the key in his hand. He didn ’ t waste any time, however, fumbling at the locks, angry, ashamed, just wanting to get *out* of this place. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; As he did this, Miss Agony calmly removed her clothes, walked over to a device, and strapped herself in, spread-eagled and bent at the waist. She wrapped her hands into two leather loops affixed to the wall and lay there, head turned to one side, watching to see what he would do. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Steve wasn ’ t paying attention to any of this, but when he was free he looked around. For clothes, perhaps, or to make sure she wasn ’ t playing some prank. Either way, he saw her. He wanted to leave, but… she was inviting him. All the anger and confusion and lust he ’ d built up came seething to the surface, and he stalked over and gave her the grudge-fuck of a lifetime. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; When he was finished, he searched around and found his clothes. Everything but the underwear, which had been substituted for a pair of panties. *Twisted fuck*, he thought, and went commando. Miss Agony was still lying in her device, sweating and panting, as he turned to leave. As he mounted the stairs, he heard her voice from behind, calling raggedly, “ Y ’ all come back now, you hear? ” followed by laughter, then coughing. 
 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; *Fucking crazy bitch, what the fuck was I thinking. I ’ m going to call the police, that can ’ t be legal. Fuck. * 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Steve didn ’ t call the police. But he didn ’ t visit Mistress Agony again. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; For at least a week. 
 
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 # # # Epilogue 
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 & nbsp; & nbsp; He followed the Mistress to her bedroom. This was a rare treat! Soft down and silk sheets, not the usual at all. Her touch was surprisingly gentle; she lazily caressed his chest, tugged at the nipple rings. There was a soft clinking of metal as she kissed him deeply. Her nails traced the dark lines in the skin, her mark, and goosebumps rose on his flesh. She stripped him of his pants, teasing here, then there, with her tongue and lips. Took him into her mouth, slowly, sensually. Coaxed and pleaded with her hands, her hair, her breath. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; It was no use. 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ I-I ’ m sorry, Mistress! ” Steve stammered, “ I just don ’ t understand! ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; Quicksilver fury, her temper arose. “ Useless! ” she spat. “ To think you are the same man who once filled me to bursting with this same, sad strip of flesh. Where is that man, now? Do you not desire me? Have I not treated you well? ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ No! Mistress is all that matters to me! I am yours to do with as you please; body, heart, and soul… ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ Body, indeed. Hmph. I should cut it off and replace it with something more suitable. ” 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; “ If it please Mistress… ” 

