ENDING THREE: Roots of a Wimp
You lean too hard on the door and it gives way, sending you crashing onto the floor in the next room.
For a moment, there is chaos. Ms. K screams something weird, and you suddenly feel yourself go limp, unable to move. The cloaked men, most of them black and the rest Asian, drag you over to the other sofa.
"Well, well, well...look who we have here. It's that jerk, John." says Ms. K. "You're interrupting our ritual, asshole. Only members of The Mandingo Society are allowed here. Our mutual support network will not be tarnished by the likes of you!"
Simon frowns across from you. "Yeah, we get enough trouble from you already. We are in the middle of an important magical rite here!"
Ms. K, at the mention of this, suddenly seems to get an idea.
"Y'know, I've been needing a servant for some time now. You can help us with this final birthday present, then. Undress him!" Then Ms. K chanted a short phrase in a weird language and you feel yourself suddenly getting a boner.
The cloaked figures standing pull down your pants, exposing your erection and balls.
Carl and Simon unrobe and expose their genitals as well.
Ms. K measures your dick with a ruler (8 inches), then Carl's (9 inches) and then Simon's (5 inches).
"I'm afraid you've got too big a dick to be my servant...but that can be fixed!" Ms. K declares. "My son and Simon will graciously accept your sacrifice!"
The men in cloaks laugh and shout their approval, as Ms. K again begins to chant.
You feel a great coldness in your genitals and your head is swimming. Meanwhile, the two young men on the other sofa are apparently gasping in pleasure. The chant gets louder and louder as you feel greater and greater fatigue. You pass out...
...For a bit.
When you come to, the chanting has stopped, but you're still in the room, barely able to move.
Ms. K stands over you, motioning to the young men on the other sofa. "Come over here, boys. Let me measure you again."
Your eyes widen in shock as the two young men present themselves to the ruler. Both of them, they're way bigger now! Bigger than even porn stars! Thick like trees, muscular veins, long enough that two hands couldn't completely cover one of their dicks, big meaty balls! What happened?!
"12 inches!" Ms. K announces as she measures her son.
"12 inches as well!" And then Simon.
"And now for you..." She grins evilly as she kneels next to you.
And when you finally notice it.
Between your legs...is a pink, thin twig of flesh standing straight up over a pair of ball bearing sized testicles. Your smallest finger is more impressive!
"2 inches long!!" Ms. K laughs, reading off the ruler.
In response, your little weiner shakes, dribbles out a squirt of cum and then shrivels up.
"And a quick-shot sissy, too!" Everyone but you breaks out into riotous guffawing.
You're officially a pindick loser now!
[One Year Later]
Looking back on your life, you realise this is just punishment for your hubris. Every day, you try your hardest to atone, by serving Ms. K faithfully. Every morning, you lick her out. You take care of her house, carry her things for her, serve her dinner and entertain her guests with your micropenis. You get quite good at sucking the huge cocks of her son and his hung friends, in particular. Their girlfriends get a good laugh of that.
Ms. K teases you with promises of restoring your manhood in exchange with loyalty...but honestly, you aren't interested even if those promises are sincere. Your fate seems...right, somehow. You were meant to pack a pindick, you were meant to worship the superior dicks.
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