[ 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 .

**Sorry this is late, here is my take ( split into 2 comments ): ** 
 
 
 `` Can you remember a time when things were going well?'' 
 
 `` Yes, very clearly.'' 
 
 `` Was it in the beginning?'' the doctor asked. 
 
 `` No, well yes. Sort of.'' 
 
 `` How do you mean? I'll tell you what; let's just start at the beginning.'' 
 
 She sat, taking a sip from her tea staring at the corner of the room. `` We met at a friend's party one night. It was a brilliant time. The way he looked at me. I felt comfortable with him from the moment... We hit if off fast that night.'' 
 
 `` Was there any alcohol involved? Did you have too much to drink that night?'' 
 
 `` We were people enjoying ourselves at a party. Yes, there might have been some drinks involved. So I knew about Caleb; his tendencies with women. I was advised to stay away.'' 
 
 `` What caused you to act against that advice?'' 
 
 `` It is one thing to hear about someone, quite another to meet them and experience them for who they are. I was attracted to him and he seemed into me. We ended up back at my place together for a night cap. We had the most wonderful night, enjoying each other. It was just... sensual.'' She sat for a moment, too flustered too look at the doctor. 
 
 She continued, `` He was so romantic. It was like he knew all my buttons. It was perhaps the best love making experience of my adult life, although somewhat painful. After the night, I had a feeling of attachment and a bit of sorrow.'' 
 
 `` Why the sorrow'' he asked, writing something down in his notebook. 
 
 `` It was doubtful whether or not this would last or even be more than a one-time thing. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to be with him. I knew it right then and there. As I said, I knew very well what I was getting into, but could n't just stop myself. I knew he had been with many other women and knew he was n't into long-term relationships. That did n't dissuade me. I knew what I wanted despite the obstacles.'' 
 
 After a pause, she continued, `` he did n't respond to my texts, well not always and rarely immediately. I knew calling him was out of the question. He was willing to meet a few times after that first night, but he was hesitant to meet up more than once every other week or so.'' 
 
 `` What was it about him that kept you interested?'' 
 
 `` We just clicked on every level. I could see it in his eyes when we would look at each other, really look at each other. It was like he was cutting himself off, depriving himself from enjoying the moment. Every aspect of his body language was saying he was into me, but I was n't completely sure if that was just an act. The way he pulled himself away from staring too deeply into my eyes for more than a moment: I knew he was *trying* to keep from falling for me.'' 
 
 `` Why do you think he was doing that?'' 
 
 `` With all due respect, Dr. Bryant, if I ’ d have known the answer to that question, I might not be here talking with you. However, at the time I thought I already knew him. I *knew* he was holding back because he was afraid of commitment; Afraid of the future, like all of the Casanova types. I *knew* he was really just looking for the right girl. And I *knew* that would be me.'' 
 
 After sitting for a moment, Dr. Bryant asked her to continue. 
 
 `` Those first several months were really rocky. We nearly broke it off a number of times. Well, he mostly. There were mysterious phone-calls, late-night texts, last-minute trips, days without contact, sudden disappearances. I forgave him. Again and again. Not that I did n't have some moments. I understood why he was so popular with women and did n't blame him for basking in the attention. Through it all I could sense he was really falling for me. That kept me going. Maybe I was learning what it meant to be *madly* in love.'' 
 
 `` You said the first few months were like this. Was there a turning point in the relationship?'' 
 
 Brooklynn tried to hold off a smile as she continued, `` It was about ten months since we had first met. I remember the night because it was, by my calculations, the first time he had put off hanging out with his friends to be with me. There was a big game involving his favorite team and I had no interest in sports, not that he ever invited me out with his friends ( who were mostly women, but that is a different topic ). 
 
 `` This evening was special. We went to the park, he had picked up some sandwiches and a bottle of wine and we had a picnic under the stars, just the two of us. I remember it as clear as a few minutes ago. He stared into my eyes. He smiled. There was no attempt to pull away. We embraced and made love right there. To be honest, afterwards he seemed to turn back into usual self, texting about the game score and hinting that if I was tired, he'd take me home and he could catch the end of the game. I offered to join him. He said no, that he would join me and spent the rest of the evening with me. 
 
 `` From then on, things began to change rapidly. Communication improved drastically. He would even call *me*. He deleted most all of his former hookups from his phone. When that did n't work, he even changed phone numbers. I would come home to flowers, champagne and Bossa Nova tunes on the stereo. There were weekly date nights. He began to invite me out with his friends. They seemed as surprised as I was.'' 
 
 `` This sounds like everything was going well,'' commented Dr. Bryant. `` At what point did you first notice that things might be going… sour?'' 
 
 `` Well, things were going well for several months. What I noticed first was that he seemed to be losing interest a bit in the bedroom.'' 
 
 `` Sexually?'' 
 
 `` Yes, sexually.'' 
 
 `` How could you tell?'' the doctor inquired. 
 
 `` Well, and this is rather embarrassing, he was n't as into it as before.'' 
 
 `` Was he moving around less? Reduced libido?'' 
 
 `` No and no. Which perhaps makes me feel worse about bringing this up.'' Brooklynn was talking through teary eyes, trying to composer herself. 
 `` His.. erections were not as strong as before.'' 
 
 `` Did you seek medical care?'' Dr. Bryant asked very concerned. 
 
 `` He did and checked out completely healthy. He even tried out viagra, with no change.'' 
 
 `` Are you telling me he took viagra, but was unable to attain an erection? Or unable to sustain one?'' 
 
 `` Neither. Getting or sustaining an erection was not the issue. It was fully erect, especially with the viagra'' 
 
 `` I am sorry, Mrs. Roberts, I do not understand what the issue was then.'' 
 
 `` It was j-just...'' as her words were interrupted by sobbing, she sat for a moment, calming herself down. 
 
 `` That's ok, take your time,'' the doctor said. 
 
 `` It was just smaller'' she faded to a whisper. 
 
 The doctor sat in silence. 
 
 She continued, `` His sex drive was unchanged. He was as passionate and loving and caring and perfect as ever in the relationship. Everything was perfect, but it was just smaller.'' 
 
 `` I do not mean to offend, Mrs. Roberts, but I have not heard of any condition where such a thing could occur.'' 
 
 `` Well it *did* occur.'' 
 
 `` Well, sometimes our memory can play tricks on us. Sometimes the first time is so great, we put it on a pedestal in our memory and forget to appreciate how things really are.'' 
 
 `` I know for a fact what I saw, what I experienced,'' she replied snidely. 
 
 `` You mentioned you had been drinking the first time you were together, he often got you champagne and the turning point in the relationship was when you had wine in the park together. Alcohol can affect --'' 
 
 `` No!'' She interrupted angrily `` It was *not* alcohol. I am not delusional and I am not forgetting key details in the most important relationship of my life. When we first met, every time we would make love from the very first and for many months, it was a shock each time.'' 
 
 `` In what way?'' 
 
 Brooklynn replied sternly, `` During those months, the very tip would have me squealing. One half thrust would have me screaming.'' 
 
 `` Well overtime, we change. We adapt. That is perfectly norm --'' 
 
 `` I could barely and I mean *barely* get him into my mouth, even just partially. My hands could stack up on it and could not fit around.'' Brooklynn interrupted. 
 
 `` Ok Mrs. Roberts,'' as he stared on, trying to suppress his skepticism, `` when did you first notice that it might have changed?'' 
 
 `` Over a year into our relationship it struck me one day. I was recalling the first several months of our relationship and realized, I no longer had trouble fitting him in my mouth, at least most of it. I thought maybe I had grown accustomed, but remembered without a doubt that my hands could not fit around him back then. The next time, I realized my hands wrapped around fully. There was no longer any doubt in my mind. But everything else was great and the lovemaking was still fantastic. How could I bring up such a thing? What would that do to him?'' 

