Chapter 5: Bitch of a Life

Weeks later, Mia still couldn’t get enough. Ryder’s new micropenis was her favorite toy. Every morning she’d measure it never over two inches hard and tease him about how cute it looked next to the ruler in her hand, just like his avatar. At events, he was still the alpha merch guy, smiling for photos and shaking hands.

But at night, back in their hotel room, he’d drop to his knees and beg her to tease his tiny, hairless package. She’d make him repeat the words: “My girlfriend shrunk my dick forever. I’m her little-dick boyfriend now.”

The cream had done its job perfectly. No hair ever grew back. His balls stayed small and tight. His erections were cute, quick, and utterly humiliating.

And Mia had never been wetter. One night, after a long day at the booth, she pushed him onto the bed and pulled out the ruler again. “Smile for your parody account, baby,” she said, snapping a photo of his shrunken cock beside the measurement marks. “Caption it: ‘Girlfriend’s magic made me even smaller.’” Ryder moaned, leaking from the tiny slit.

Mia climbed on top, sinking down onto him barely feeling anything except the delicious knowledge that she had ruined him for anyone else. “This is who you are now,” she whispered, riding slow and deep. “My perfect, tiny-dicked alpha. And I wouldn’t change a single centimeter.” As she came, clenching around his pathetic little cock, she knew the truth: the witch’s cream hadn’t just shrunk his dick. It had set them both free.