Toil and Trouble

A chill runs through your veins as you register that your cock has been altered from a proud 7 inches in length to the average 5 inches. She shrank your dick by 2 full inches!

Turning to you with a sickly grin, she begins to hike up her skirt in preparation to show you her results.

A purple light begins to fade from her bulging panties. She slips her fingers under the waist band and gently tugs them down, revealing her own 5 inch erection!

You stare at her in complete shock and dismay as you begin to comprehend what had just happened. You attempt to flip yourself over onto your stomach but your magically aroused cock slaps the hardwood floor and let out a moan. You begin mindlessly grinding against the cool floor for release, your pants and undergarments sliding off in the process. After calming down you attempt to sit up, this time using an overturned table that fell over with you as leverage. The witch watches you with a anticipatory smirk, as you get to your knees. As you try getting to your feet, a familiar feeling hits you. A pulse shoots from your stomach and down through your bowels and bladder. Your entire body begins to feel hot again as you look down at the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to your chest, a faint green glow emanating from your stomach and crotch. Taking all your strength, you remove your shirt to get a better look, leaving you entirely exposed to the witch.

She begins to gleefully jump up and down, her new member bouncing with her.

“Oh goodie, the spell is working even better than expected! Usually I can only gain a quarter of an inch at a time, but now we’re really cookin’! With every inch I gain, my witches semen becomes even more potent for my potions. You’ve got quite a bit more to give! My previous sacrifices have had enough strength to run away, but it looks like you’re too weak to leave the spell’s range.”

A bead of sweat travels from your forehead down between your pecs, follows the trail down your glowing stomach to rest on your pre-cum dripping 5 inch dick. The pulses begin again, only this time faster and somehow more intense. Your arms feel like bricks as you brace your palms against the floor and rest on your haunches. You involuntarily start to arch your back as the pulsing begins to shift lower. All of your focus is on the green **** as you watch it begin to move down to your balls. You watch in horror as your sack begins to expand, glowing brighter and brighter.