The Creep a few weeks later

The airport lounge buzzed with activity, a sea of travelers awaiting their flights amidst the clinking of glasses and murmur of casual conversation. Wendy slid onto the bar stool, her curvaceous figure drawing appreciative glances as she crossed her long legs. Her tight red dress hugged her in all the right places.

She ordered a vodka martini and surveyed the crowd, assessing the men present. That's when she spotted him - a shifty man in his late 40s lurking near the restroom, trying to appear nonchalant while eyeing the teenage girls giggling inside. Adam, she overheard them call him. The creep was clearly up to no good, likely peeping at the young girls.

Wendy would take care of that soon enough. But first, she needed to get close to the pervert without raising his suspicions. She caught his eye and smiled coyly, making sure to push her ample cleavage together as she leaned forward. "Hi there handsome," she purred, sauntering over. "Can I join you?"

Adam's eyes widened and darted around nervously, before returning to openly ogle her body. "Um sure, have a seat." He flashed a predatory grin.

Wendy perched on the stool next to him and signaled the bartender for another round. "I'm Wendy," she said, extending a manicured hand.

"Adam," he replied, shaking it. "Is this your first time here? I'm quite familiar with this airport," he said with a wink.

"How...interesting," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "And what brings you to this fine establishmemt tonight, Adam?"

"Oh you know, just grabbing a little drink before my flight. You?" He smiled, sliding closer. The scent of his musky cologne wafted over her.

"The same. Flying home after a business trip." She placed a hand on his thigh, noting how he tensed and shifted at her touch. "I've been noticing you eyeing those young girls. You seem...fascinated with them."

Adam almost choked on his whiskey. "W-what? No, no of course not, I was just..." He trailed off realizing he'd been caught.

Wendy leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Relax, handsome. Your secret's safe with me. I have certain...proclivities myself." Her hand crept higher, fingers toying with his belt buckle. "In fact, I think you'll find I'm very open-minded. Perhaps we could have some fun together, if you're up for it."

Adam goggled at her, then broke into a sleazy smirk, rough hands pawing at her waist. "Well well, looks like my luck's changing. What kind of fun did you have in mind, sexy?"

She bit her lip suggestively. "Mmm, I was thinking maybe I could help you...relieve some tension, before that long flight. Let me take care of you, big boy." Wendy slid off her stool and stood, pulling Adam up. "Shall we find a more...intimate spot?"

Leading him by the hand, she guided Adam to a secluded corner near the bar's back exit, out of sight. "Now then," she purred, pushing him against the wall. "Let's get you nice and relaxed." Her deft fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, fishing out his struggling erection.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, head lolling back. "Get those pretty lips around my cock, slut."

Wendy shuddered in revulsion but maintained her smile. "Mmm, you're so big and hard for me baby," she lied, not wanting him to suspect anything. She took him into her mouth, noting with disdain that he was a decent 5 inches, with testicles the size of small eggs.

Wendy bobbed her head, working him deftly. As he grunted and grew close, she whispered an incantation around his shaft, imbuing it with her curse. His climax built and with a guttural moan, he erupted down her throat. She swallowed it all, suppressing her gag reflex.

"That's it, give me every drop," she cooed, pumping his shaft. As he softened, she gave a few more sucks, feeling his testes shrink to the size of grapes, cock deflating to a mere 2.5 inches. She had halved his endowment.

Wendy rose and smoothed her dress. "There, don't you feel better? I think you're all...drained, now." She chuckled wickedly.

Adam cursed, hastily trying to tuck his diminished penis back into his pants. "What the fuck! What did you do to me, you witch?!"

She smirked as he fumbled with his fly. "Just a little magic, to make you less of a threat. You see, every time you cum now, it'll make your pathetic little dick even smaller. And the kicker - you'll ejaculate uncontrollably whenever you feel ****. Quite the curse, isn't it?"

He sneered at her, yanking up his pants. "Is that so? Well we'll see about that, cunt!" Adam surged forward to grab her but she sidestepped easily, sending him stumbling. His pants suddenly dropped to his ankles with a clatter.

The patrons nearby gasped and snickered at the sight of him, red-faced and exposed in his tighty whities, shriveled equipment on full display. Adam howled in outrage and embarrassment.

And felt his balls clench in orgasm. His hips jerked as he ejaculated helplessly, a tiny spurt staining his undergarments. At the same time, his penis shrank further to a mere one inch. His testicles disappeared completely.

"Fuck! Nooo!" Adam wailed, trying to cover himself as more laughter and jeers rang out. A small crowd gathered to gawk at the humiliated man.

Wendy smiled serenely, picking up her purse. "Have a nice flight, Adam. I do hope you're not **** on the plane...or anywhere else for that matter. Toodles!" She blew him a kiss and sashayed off, savoring his bellows of dismay.

The airport bar still buzzed with scandalized chatter and amusement long after she departed. No one would soon forget the strange incident of the man whose penis shrank in public. But they were unlikely to ever learn of the crusading sorceress behind it, dispensing her own brand of justice.

Wendy boarded her flight, taking her seat and ordering a celebratory champagne. She smiled, thinking there were many more creeps out there deserving of her curse. And she would find them.