Red

You find Mara in the upstairs hallway still wearing only the red sweater, the green gummy’s residual hunger still rolling off her in faint waves that the Shared Heat translates into a low, unsatisfied ache. She turns when she hears you, eyes immediately dropping to the front of your pants with that same open disdain.

“Back already?” she asks, voice rough. “Did you grow a real cock in the last five minutes, or are you just here to wave the baby dick at me again?”

You don’t answer with words. You simply take her wrist and lead her back down the cellar stairs. The oil lamp is still burning. The iron-bound cask sits open on the table. The packet of gummy phalli rests where you left it, the remaining shapes gleaming in translucent colors under the low light. You tear the packet wider and spread them across the wood so she can see every one.

“Choose,” you tell her.

Mara’s eyebrows lift. The Shared Heat lets you feel the spike of interest that cuts through her lingering size-craving. She steps closer, studying the candies, then looks at you with a slow, mean little smile.

“You’re going to let me pick what happens to that little thing?” She reaches out and pokes the front of your pants with one finger. “Fine. Red. I want to see it get even smaller. I want to see how pathetic you look when there’s almost nothing left.”

You pick up the deep red gummy. Mara watches with undisguised amusement as you place it on your tongue and chew. The bright, tart sweetness spreads. Then the change hits.

It starts as a tight, contracting heat in your groin. Your cock—already average and still marked by her earlier mockery—shrinks with startling speed. Length collapses first: five inches, four, three, two… until the entire shaft is shorter than the tip of your thumb, a tiny, rigid stub no longer than Mara’s own clit and barely thicker than a finger. The head is a shiny, hypersensitive bead. Your balls tighten and draw up, still full-sized by comparison, making the contrast even more ridiculous. The red gummy’s secondary effect floods you with an insufferable, grinding horniness that no amount of ordinary friction seems able to satisfy. Every brush of air against the tiny cock feels like deliberate teasing.

Mara stares. Then she bursts out laughing—loud, delighted, cruel.

“Oh my god. Oh my *god*. It’s gone. There’s nothing left.” She drops to her knees, eyes bright with malicious glee, and flicks the little stub with one finger. It twitches hard. “That’s shorter than my clit. Look at it. A little clit-dick. A useless little button.”

She leans in close, breath hot against it. “Does it still get hard? Of course it does. It’s throbbing like it thinks it matters.” She flicks it again, then traps the entire length between two fingers and rubs it side to side exactly like a clit. The hypersensitivity makes your knees buckle. A clear bead of precum wells instantly at the tip.

Mara notices the precum and laughs harder. “It’s leaking. The little clit-dick is leaking because I flicked it. Pathetic.”

She stands, crosses to a small wooden chest in the corner of the cellar that you had almost forgotten, and returns with a thick, realistic dildo—one of the novelty items you had catalogued years ago and never used. It is easily eight inches long and substantial in girth. She hefts it, then looks down at your tiny, twitching cock with pure contempt.

“Stay still.”

She begins to plap.

The thick silicone head smacks wetly against your little stub and balls in rhythmic, humiliating impacts—plap, plap, plap—each one sending bright sparks of oversensitive pleasure-pain through the reduced cock. Mara keeps a steady, almost lazy rhythm, sometimes aiming directly at the shiny head, sometimes catching your balls, sometimes dragging the heavy shaft up and down so the little dick is forced to rub along the underside of the dildo like a clit against a real cock.

“Listen to it,” she taunts between plaps. “Plap. Plap. That’s the sound of a real cock hitting something worthless. Does it feel good, having your little clit-dick slapped around? You’re dripping all over it. Gross.”

She keeps going for long minutes. Your hips jerk helplessly with every impact. The Shared Heat feeds her the exact intensity of your humiliation-fueled arousal; every time your tiny cock throbs or leaks, she feels a corresponding pulse of heat between her own legs and grins wider. She starts talking dirtier, voice low and mean.

“I could put this whole dildo in my pussy and still have more cock left over than what you’re packing. You’re not even competition. You’re a cute little button I can slap around while I think about real dick.”

Plap. Plap.

“Look at your balls swinging while this tiny thing just sits there taking it. They’re bigger than the rest of you now. Top-heavy and useless.”

She finally stops the plapping and presses the thick head of the dildo against your little stub, grinding it in slow circles so the entire length of your reduced cock is flattened and rubbed under the silicone. The overstimulation is intense. Your thighs shake. Precum smears across the dildo’s head in shiny streaks.

“I think it’s my turn,” Mara says suddenly. She sets the dildo aside, picks up a second red gummy from the table, and pops it into her mouth without hesitation. She chews, swallows, and waits.

The change is rapid. You feel it through the Shared Heat at the same moment she does. A deep, pulling heat blooms between her legs. Her clit—already swollen from the earlier mockery—begins to swell and lengthen. It pushes out from under its hood in a continuous, visible expansion: one inch, two, three, four… locking in at a full five inches long and a thick 4.66 inches of girth. The head is smooth and flushed dark pink, already shiny with her arousal. It stands out stiff and heavy from her mound, looking almost like a short, thick cock, complete with a prominent underside ridge. Her pussy lips remain, stretched around the base of the new growth.

Mara looks down at herself, eyes wide, then wraps a hand around the thick clit-cock and strokes once experimentally. A full-body shiver runs through her. “Fuck. That’s… sensitive. Really sensitive.” She looks at your tiny stub, then at her own new five-inch clit, and a slow, filthy smile spreads across her face.

“Sixty-nine. Right now. I want that little clit-dick in my mouth while I fuck your face with this.”

She doesn’t wait for agreement. She shoves you backward onto the cool stone floor, straddles your head in reverse, and lowers her hips. The thick, five-inch clit presses against your lips insistently. At the same time she leans forward, takes your entire reduced cock and both balls into her mouth in one easy motion, and begins to suck with focused, mocking enthusiasm.

The Shared Heat turns the mutual sensation into a feedback loop of pure filth. Every time her tongue flicks your tiny head, you feel a corresponding throb in the thick clit grinding against your mouth. Every time you suck or lick the smooth, hot length of her new growth, her hips jerk and she moans around your stub. She fucks your face with short, greedy thrusts, sliding the thick clit in and out between your lips, smearing her wetness across your chin and nose. The girth forces your jaw wide; the five-inch length is short enough that she can bury it completely and grind her soaked pussy lips against your tongue at the same time.

Meanwhile her mouth works your little cock without mercy—tight suction, rapid tongue-flicks across the hypersensitive head, the occasional gentle scrape of teeth that makes your hips buck. She pulls off just long enough to mock you between wet, filthy sounds.

“Your whole dick fits behind my teeth. It’s like sucking a big clit. A cute, useless little clit that leaks when I humiliate it.”

She grinds her thick clit deeper into your mouth. “Suck it properly. Lick the head. I want to feel you worship the thing that’s bigger than yours now.”

You obey. Your tongue works the smooth underside, circles the flushed head, dips into the small slit that has formed at the tip. Mara rewards you with louder moans and harder suction on your tiny shaft. The loop climbs fast. Her thighs start to tremble around your head. Her clit throbs heavily on your tongue. Your own reduced cock is aching, leaking steadily into her mouth, the red gummy’s compulsive horniness making every second of the mutual oral feel desperately necessary.

She comes first—hips slamming down, thick clit pulsing hard against your tongue as she grinds out a long, shuddering orgasm that floods your mouth with fresh wetness. The Shared Heat carries the intensity straight into you; your little cock jerks and spills almost immediately, the orgasm sharp and almost painful in its concentrated sensitivity. Mara keeps sucking through every pulse, swallowing the small but forceful load, then stays latched on to keep the stimulation going even after you finish.

She doesn’t stop at one. The red effects are still fully active. She rotates, still in sixty-nine but adjusting so she can stroke her thick clit with one hand while she continues to mouth and tongue your tiny stub. She rubs the five-inch length against your lips, your cheeks, your nose, smearing shiny trails of her arousal across your face while she talks.

“I’m going to keep this for the whole hour. I’m going to make you suck it every time it gets hard. And every time you get close I’m going to remind you that my clit is longer and thicker than your entire cock.”

She presses the head against your lips again until you open. “Good boy. Take it. Tongue out. Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”

The rest of the red hour dissolves into repeated cycles of the same filthy sixty-nine. She comes on your tongue three more times, each orgasm leaving her clit even more swollen and sensitive. You spill twice more under the relentless attention of her mouth and fingers, each climax dragged out by the hypersensitivity of the reduced size. Between rounds she plaps your little cock and balls with the dildo again, laughing at the wet sounds and the way the tiny shaft twitches helplessly under every impact. She makes you thank her for every smack. She makes you kiss the head of her thick clit and tell her it’s bigger than yours. She grinds the entire length across your face until your skin is shiny and the scent of her is all you can breathe.

By the time the red gummies finally begin to fade, Mara is sprawled half on top of you, her clit slowly shrinking back toward normal, your own cock gradually recovering length in small, tingling increments. Both of you are wrecked—sweaty, sticky, throats raw, faces and thighs glistening. The Shared Heat still carries the deep, satisfied echo of every orgasm and every humiliating word.

Mara lifts her head, eyes heavy, a residual smirk on her swollen lips. She gives your still-recovering cock one last lazy flick with her finger.

“Next color,” she murmurs, voice completely ruined. “But later. I want to remember how small you got for a little while longer.”

The cellar is quiet except for the soft sound of cooling skin and slowing breath. The rest of the gummies still wait on the table.