You Shrink (But Not The Way You Think)

The concerning rumble in your belly goes on for a few more seconds until it subsides just as quickly as it first began. You place a hand on your stomach, checking it, making sure everything is alright as they appeared to be. You stop after the inspection, and turn over to the woman with her hands curled over the left armrest of her old green chair, eyes watching you with excitement and anticipation from under her black hat. "Um... Wh-what was in that drink anyways?" You ask her, feeling as though she is waiting for something to happen. "Oooh, you'll figure it out, all in due time. I have to say, I have never had a test subject just take the drink straight without a second thought. You should be a fun one. Hmhm!"

You suddenly felt a lot less safe with that remark. Your right hand grips the arm of the couch under it, a pulse heading from your stomach and down through your bowels and bladder, a strong pulse as if a spell had been shot point plank through your body, working it's magic into every fiber of your being. This continues, the pulses getting larger and more frequent as the woman clasps her hands together and jumps from her seat, her purple painted nails shimmering with magic as she channels something from you with glee. "Yes! Finally! I knew all it needed was pickled fig and shrimp's brain! Finally, it's working!"

The pulses wouldn't quit as they left you physically stiffed, a constant clenching through your muscles that held you as still as a stone as it soon would all rapidly funnel downward at a breakneck speed, your body coming back before it was caught again by an overwhelming feeling now in your lap, shacking through your balls, burning along the length of your cock, rising in your pants. Your hands drop down and cover the tent, a green glow breaking through his fly as he wriggled on the cushion with intense feelings running deep into his flesh, no pain, only stimulation. "Gggaaugh! M-make it stop! Please, make it st-stnnnh!~"

Her nails glow brighter as a faint purple brightness builds under her dress, one enclosed by the rim of it and the fabric of her panties before she bellows in delight. "Not a chance! I haven't had results this good in a long time. It should be done soon, just a few more seconds and it will all be worth it~" She practically dance in celebration while you could feel pressure building, already so unbelievably large, how were you already like this. It was almost as if your balls had swelled up under your pants along with your cock, the stimulation becoming too much, a **** wringing your cock without so much as a finger, panting and sweating on your back, unable to fight it. And then it happened, as you bit into your bottom lip and groaned for help, your balls started to pump themselves empty, a spray of cream hitting your hands through the fabric of your pants and underwear, sticky, gooey, and non too satisfying as it was not an orgasm. It was like someone simply pulled your cum from you after teasing you into build up. No release, and no end to your erection, but at least you could move again.

"Yes! By the gods! It worked like an absolute charm! Finally, it really fucking worked!!" She shouted to the roof, facing away from you as she checked a bright purple flash from under her panties that brought a sinister grin to push back her cheeks, and made her sound as if in the verge of tears. As she checked her privates, so too did you yours, finding the entire thing frightening. What did she just do to you? You pull down your pants to your knees and twitch within your now soaked underwear, but notice something is off. Though the fabric is smeared with cum, the spot it begins is higher than the tip of your cock. You panic, and grab hold of the waist band to yank it down too. What did she do to it?!

And that's when the horror enters your mind and you truly register what she has done. Your body is hot, you senses bothered, and your cock erect and hard, dripping a bit of precum from the head as it stacks off your pelvis, but it has gone from seven inches in length, to five inches. She somehow shrank your cock by two full inches! You look up at her just as she begins to turn around to face you again with a smug smirk. What could she possibly want with this? What is she doing to you? Is she just a sadistic woman who wants to see you shrink to a nub? Is it an unforseen side effect to her true intentions? Is she using your cock for something?