Chapter 2: Mistake in the Recipe

Mia climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs so her skirt rode up, giving him a teasing view of her lace panties. Ryder’s little dick was fully hard now—maybe four inches, thin and pulsing. She dipped her fingers into the jar and scooped out a generous glob of the thick, tingling cream. Then she “gasped.” “Oh shit…” Ryder’s eyes widened.

“What? Baby, what’s wrong?”

She held up the jar, label turned just enough for him to see the tiny warning script: Permanent Reduction Potion For Shrinking Only.

“I… I grabbed the wrong one. This is the shrinking cream. The growing one is still at home.” Her voice trembled with fake disappointment, but inside, her clit was aching. “I’m so sorry, Ryder. We’ll have to reschedule. I know how much you wanted to feel bigger tonight.” He stared at the jar, then at his own tiny erection. For a second, doubt flickered across his face. But then his little cock jumped, betraying him.

Mia watched the exact moment his kink took over the same **** hunger she’d seen in every one of his anonymous posts. “Wait,” he breathed. “It’s okay. You can… you can use the shrinking cream on me.” Mia’s eyebrows shot up, but she was already biting back a grin. “Baby, are you serious? You’re already so small. This will make it permanent.

Your little balls will shrink to marbles. Your dick will be even tinier maybe two inches hard, thin as a pinky. No going back. Ever.” “I know,” he whispered, voice cracking with need. “They’re already little. What’s a little smaller? Please, Mia… I want it. I need you to make me smaller.” She could see the alpha facade cracking right in front of her. The merch guy who dominated convention floors was now begging his girlfriend to ruin his cock forever. Mia’s pussy clenched hard. This was better than she’d dreamed. “Alright,” she said softly, dipping her fingers back into the cream. “But you have to convince me the whole time. Tell me you want it. Beg me to shrink you, or I stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” he moaned. “Please… rub it on my little balls first. Make them tiny.” Mia smiled, slow and predatory. She cupped his smooth sack, feeling the soft, grape-sized orbs inside. “Such cute little balls,” she cooed, smearing the cool cream over them in slow circles. “They’re going to turn into little cherries… then even smaller. Shrink for me, baby. Shrink.” Ryder’s hips bucked. “Oh god, yes… make them smaller, Mia. I want tiny balls. Please keep rubbing.”

She worked the cream in deep, massaging firmly, watching his face twist in humiliated pleasure. Her own arousal was soaking her panties. This powerful, event-hopping man was hers to diminish.