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Damon could barely contain himself as he drove down the road. Fortunately it was only a few blocks to the mall. His mind was racing with ideas of how and when he would reduce the bully even further. He wanted a crowd though. He wanted a huge crowd. He wanted there to be nowhere that Blake could turn without having eyes glued to him as his little dick withered away. Damon's cock was already oozing pre just at the thought of it.

The Dalmatian slowed to a stop at a red light, and his mind began to wander. His eyes drifted lower towards his own massive cock. It was so huge already. Damon never could have imagined he would ever be hung like this. The current eleven inch rod completely blew his old three inch bone out of the water, and it wasn't going to end there. Damon almost chuckled at the thought. Instead he settled for wrapping a hand around his shaft. It was so huge and thick that the tips of his fingers could barely touch. The behemoth was easily thicker than his own wrist.

Damon began to slowly stroke his cock. It was so sensitive that it would buck and lurch in his hand from just the slightest touch. By the time he was on his fourth stroke he was sure he was going to cream all over the steering wheel, but that was fine by him. He could wash it off later or just leave the spunk there to dry as a testament to his current virility.

He didn't have to worry about it, though. His thoughts were derailed by a loud, obnoxious honking from the car behind him. The light was already green, and some people were in far too much of a hurry. Damon muttered quietly to himself, but took his foot off the break and proceeded towards the mall.

Blake sat in the passenger seat in total silence. The wolf was still hovering close to a full scale freak out, but he was trying to keep a level head. His options were limited. Did he dare try and reason with the pup again? Last time that had blown up in his face. Damon seemed completely erratic today, but Blake had no idea if it was a result of the years of stress the small dog had been under or if there was something more at work. The way Damon kept talking to an unseen force was unsettling to say the least. It would have been easy to write off as just the ramblings of a crazy guy had it not been for Damon's sudden supernatural powers. Blake knew he had to do something, but he knew he could not leave Damon's side for any reason. It didn't even make sense to him, but it was as if it was programmed into his very being. He had to stay close to the little Dalmatian no matter how much he wanted to flee.

Damon pulled the car into a spot in the front of the lot. He was relieved that they wouldn't have to walk that far, but Blake had actually been hoping for traffic to be unmanageable. Damon already made it clear that once they got into the crowd the real fun would begin. Blake's heart was pounding in his chest as he followed the short, skinny, and extremely well hung Dalmatian.

Damon's eyes canvassed the crowd. It was hard for him to see much though. He was so short, and there was just so many people. He began to hop up and down to try and see over the taller people which caused his huge nuts to slap audibly against his thighs and his massive bone to bob up and down. The motion of his plus size package began to draw people's attention. Soon murmurs were running through the crowd as more and more eyes turned to look in his direction.

Damon flashed a huge grin for his new audience. He put his hands on his hips and jutted his crotch forward a bit to really show off his almost a foot of fully boned cock. He was loving the attention he was getting, and judging by the fact that no one was flipping out over his public nudity, he could tell that Faz had worked his magic on him as well.

As Damon's eyes scanned the crowd he saw Blake skulking around off to the side. Blake wasn't hiding his junk per se, but the wolf certainly wasn't making any effort to draw attention to himself. Blake's nudity was seen as normal thanks to Faz's little spell, and being in the presence of someone who was flaunting their own massive cock made Blake all but invisible to the public eye. Damon frowned at this new development. How was he going to really make a spectacle of the guy if no one would even glance at him?

"Don't be so shy. Let everyone get a good look at that cock of yours." Damon said playfully. Blake muttered something under his breath, but almost immediately his posture began to change. He stood up taller and straighter. Not only did it make him a more imposing figure, but his pose drew more attention to his four and a half inch chubby.

Damon wondered just how much control he had over the jock's thoughts and actions. So far all the commands he had given, Blake had followed without really understanding what he was doing. Already Damon's mind was racing with ways he could use this to his advantage. A sinister smirk crossed his lips as he came up with something truly devious, but it would require a little bit of prep work.

Now that Blake was no longer trying to avoid detection, his immaculate muscles were beginning to draw attention away from Damon's impressive rod. Damon wasn't upset, though. After all, the whole point of this adventure was to get an audience for Blake's real punishment.

It wasn't long before Blake had acquired quite a few fans. After all, it wasn't every day that people got to see a huge, buff, naked wolf just flaunting his stuff in public, and Blake was easily one of the hottest guys around. His super model face had a handsome chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that made most any woman and quite a few men in the crowd weak in the knees. His huge, bulging muscles were so perfectly proportioned that even pro body builders felt out of their league. Simply put Blake was just so stunningly hot that people could readily forgive and forget that he was just a little below average downstairs.

Under normal circumstances, Blake would have loved all the attention he was getting. He knew he was hot as hell, but he hated how small his dick was now. Sure, most people wouldn't think much of it; many people would even see five inches as being plenty big, but it wasn't the mega cock he had had for most of his teenage life. He hadn't been hung like this since third grade. Just this morning he would have mercilessly teased someone with an even bigger dick than he currently had. His own words echoed in his head as if his subconscious was actively mocking him for his current endowment, "Nice shrimp dick, loser." "Need a pair of tweezers to jack off with?"

He was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear, but everywhere he looked more and more eyes were turning to ogle him, men and women alike. So far everyone seemed genuinely impressed, but Blake knew that wouldn't last long. Damon would shrink him again; he just knew it. The devious little faggot was just biding his time, waiting for a suitably large audience for the true humiliation to begin. Blake looked out at the crowd. With every passing moment more and more people stopped to stare. Several people were calling or texting their friends, getting the word out that everyone should come check out this hot dude that was giving everyone a free show. Every new arrival was yet another grain of sand in the hourglass that counted down to his true torture.

Everywhere Blake looked he saw cellphones and cameras held aloft. It didn't take a rocket surgeon to know what was going on. He was being filmed and photographed even as he stood there. His photos would soon be all over the net; Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr... and those are the more innocuous sites. Blake's chest began to feel tight and his breathing became shallower as the panic began to really set in. It wouldn't be long now.

Blake did his best to put on a good face. He didn't want that little queer to see him sweat. He knew that Damon couldn't wait to see him flip his shit. As far as Blake knew, that was what Damon was waiting for before he began shaving more inches off. Blake tried to steady his breathing and focus on something else. There had to be some hope for him. Damon hadn't made any moves yet. Maybe, just maybe it was possible that he had already lost the power? Damon hadn't been talking to his invisible friend, after all. Blake tried to psyche himself up, but it wasn't working. He knew he wasn't that lucky. Whatever weird magic the little Dalmatian had used on him was still very much active.

Damon stepped back and watched the huge, buff, grey wolf ham it up for his crowd. Damon's subtle order to "let everyone get a good look" resulted in Blake unintentionally flexing and flaunting his wares for everyone, and best of all, Blake didn't even seem to be aware he was doing it. So far everything was going according to plan. He could even see that Blake's little dick was showing signs of hardening, almost as if it wasn't sure if it should be enjoying his current predicament. Damon knew that he would need to help things along.

"For better or for worse, your dick really loves attention." Damon said flatly. Blake felt a chill run down his spine. Something about what Damon said seemed off. Sure, it could just be that the little pup was making a casual mention of the quarterback's chubbed up cock, but the wording and the phrasing seemed strange and deliberate.

"Why not really give your audience a show?" Damon suggested casually. Blake wasn't sure where this was going, but he found himself agreeing with the little guy. After all, he needed to keep playing along if he wanted to salvage his cock.

"There's a bench over there which would make a nice little catwalk for you to strut your stuff." Damon added. Blake began to walk towards the bench without really thinking about it. The crowd parted before him allowing him easy mobility. Everywhere he looked were the lusty gazes. The throngs of adoring people really put some spring in his step. He was already flexing his chest, causing his big, solid pecs to bounce for his fans. The adoration of the crowd was intoxicating, but it still was not enough to completely calm him down.

One of the ladies in the audience actually swooned from the sight of the super hot, super buff, grey wolf. Blake could feel his ego inflating slightly despite his recent reductions, but he couldn't quite shake the doubts that were beginning to nag at him more and more with every passing second. On one had he knew he should enjoy this; everyone out there seemed to love him and were fawning all over him, but he couldn't shake the notion that Damon was up to something. That short shit was far too relaxed about this all. It was almost as if he was guiding every action.

Blake's blood ran cold. Suddenly, his victory march onto the stage felt a lot more like a trek down the Green Mile. Once he set foot on that stage, he was a dead man... socially speaking. Still, he knew he couldn't stop. With every step the dread welled up inside him more and more. He was practically sweating bullets by the time his left foot made contact with the bench seat. He felt a shudder of fear course through his body as he stepped up onto the flat, wood paneled surface.

"Whoo! Work it!" Came the shouts from the crowd. Blake flashed a furtive grin at one of the louder women in the front row. "Yeah! Work it!" came a shout from elsewhere, but this time Blake recognized the voice instantly. Blake's eyes fell upon Damon. The short little chodesmoker had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he eyed Blake from the front row. Damon's hands were gripped around his huge dick as he stroked the gigantic schlong. The short, black-spotted, little deviant was practically shuddering in anticipation as pre flowed freely from the tip of his massive dick.

Blake wanted to run as fast as he could, but he knew it was futile. He wouldn't be able to go anywhere with the throngs of people clustered around his makeshift stage, and there was no telling how Damon would retaliate. To make matters worse, Blake was fully boned. His five inch raging hard-on seemed to be loving all the attention. It seemed like every set of eyes, every camera lens, every cell phone that was aimed his way just got him even hornier. Already he could feel a bead of pre forming at the tip of his pecker. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before his dick was oozing like a fountain.

Blake just about puked when he saw Damon's grin turn into a sneer and the little guy begin to silently mouth the words. Blake could actually hear the words echoing through his skull as if Damon was whispering it into both of his ears at once, "Just a little bit smaller..."

Blake was trembling in fear and humiliation. He could already feel the sinking feeling in his gut and the tingling through his junk. His ping pong ball sized nuts shrank ever so slightly, as did his five inch rod.

Blake let out a sigh of relief when the tingling passed. He hadn't lost much, all things considered. His boner was down to four and a half inches, but no one in the crowd seemed to notice. They were all still ogling his body, which aside from his smallish cock, looked like something out of an Abercrombie catalogue.

"Hmm... maybe just a little more." Damon murmured silently. Blake tensed up again as he felt another rush pulse through him. This one was just as short as the last, but it was enough to knock him down to four inches.

Blake wanted to scream. He wanted to jump off the bench and beat the shit out of the little twerp. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could even knock Damon right the fuck out before he could utter another curse. Blake didn't even care if he killed the pup; in fact, that was sounding more and more like the best course of action. At least that way, Damon could never take another inch from him.

A few murmurs started to circle through the crowd. It's hard to tell where it started, but the first comment that Blake could actually make out was coming from a very bored looking guy that was talking to his girlfriend. The girl seemed transfixed on Blake's physique. Her boyfriend rolled his eyes and said, "It's no wonder he's so jacked. Just look at that dick. He's obvious compensating." Another guy chimed in to agree with him, and another, and another.

Blake was livid. His ire was almost enough to overwrite his shame and fear... almost. He had worked his whole life to craft this amazing physique, not out of a need to compensate for his tragically small penis. He had done it as a labor of love, love for himself, love for his cock, and of course, love of all the adoration that got showered on him for his amazing good looks and massive cock. He wished they would all shut up. As if losing his precious magnum wasn't bad enough. Now his lack of equipment downstairs was undermining all the work that went into his glorious muscles.

Soon even the women were adding their two cents. "I'm just glad he's being out in the open about it. Could you imagine getting him into the bedroom and then finding that thing?" said one girl.

"I think it's kind of cute." Replied her friend. Blake shuddered at the word "cute". His dick had been downgraded from a huge, hung sex machine to something "cute". Puppies were cute. Kittens were cute. Babies were cute. His dick now ranked among the tiny, cuddly critters that evoked a sense of maternal nurturing. These girls wanted to tuck it in and kiss it goodnight instead of trying to deep throat the monster like in the good old days.

"Just a little more..." Damon's voice echoed through his mind. Blake felt the tingling again. His eyes burned as tears began to well up. He choked back his sobs as best he could. The last thing he needed was to break down like a little bitch in front of all these people. It was hard enough for him to keep his dignity with his three and a half inch pecker standing at attention for everyone. His dick was now officially shorter than his iPod. He hated how hard his tiny cock was. He hated how aroused the scrutiny was making him.

"He's not gonna be able to please anyone with that little thing." Another girl said.

"Hey. It's not the size that counts. It's how ya use it." A guy said defensively.

"Sounds like something a short-cocked, little virgin would say." The girl replied in a bored voice as she rolled her eyes sarcastically. That shut up the defense pretty quick.

"Almost there..." Damon's voice again echoed through Blake's skull. Again he felt the tingle, and again he felt his stomach tense up. With that, his dick had shrunk down to a solid three inches.

During the past summer, Blake had taken a part time job at the local pool as a lifeguard. He didn't do a single minute of actual work during his entire stay. As far as he was concerned, he was being paid to sit there and look sexy as all hell while he soaked up the sun in his sexy, little red speedos, and that's exactly what he did. People lined up just to get a chance to steal peeks at him and his humongous bulge. His huge dick filled out every inch of the front of his briefs and then some. Even when soft, every vein on the shaft and fold of the foreskin was visible through the taut fabric. He intentionally wore speedos that were two sizes too small just so that it would accentuate his huge dick even more. The tight waistband of the undersized briefs had dug into his flesh and had worn away the fur along his hips. The tip of his dick now just barely pressed against the thinned out line of fur the denoted place where the waistband of his tiny, low rider briefs had sat in the days when he still wore clothes. His fat cock used to press up against said waistband when flaccid. Blake shuddered at the realization. His dick was now as long hard as it had been wide while soft. His three inch rod was barely as big around as a magic marker. His tiny little marble sized nuts hung low in their pouch. The loose skin of his sack had shrunk right alongside the rest of his package so that his balls filled it out just as well as before.

Blake wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to break down right there in front of everyone, but still he remained standing, letting his tiny cock fly free for the viewing public. He had never seen such a tiny dick in his life, and he was stuck with the laughable little pecker for the rest of his miserable life... that is, unless of course, Damon decided to make him even smaller. Blake shuddered in fear at the thought of being reduced even more. He knew the little freak could do it, too, but for now at least, Damon seemed satisfied.

"Hehe. Prefect." Damon said with a sadistic chuckle. He had both hands wrapped around his thirteen inches of solid cock as he strode his way up towards the bench. Now that Blake was down to where Damon wanted him, the next phase of the festivities could begin.

Blake's eyes all but bugged out of his head as he caught sight of Damon's humongous rod. It was the size of his old dick, but it looked comically oversized on the slim, little Dalmatian. The humongous bone stretched up all the way to his sternum. Damon's gigantic rod was topped off with two, humongous softball sized nuts that dangled halfway down his thighs.

Damon strode proudly up to the bench where Blake was being displayed. The little guy had his hands on his hips and rocked his hips from side to side with each step like a model strutting on the catwalk. This accentuated his cute, round bubble butt quite a bit, but no one was looking at that. All eyes were locked on his thirteen inch spire that bobbed and swayed enticingly with each step.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd as everyone set eyes on the little stud, seemingly for the first time. "Woah. Now that's a cock." "God damn, that's huge!" "What's that little pencil dick hope to prove when there's a monster like that swinging around?" "God. I want that inside of me!"

"I bet you're feeling really small about now, huh?" Damon said gloatingly. Blake didn't want to admit it, but what Damon was saying was true. He was feeling kind of puny before thanks to his tragically reduced cock, but having Damon's massive tool standing before him just made things worse. Now Blake, and more importantly the crowd, had something to measure off of, and Blake's three inch stiffy was nothing compared to Damon's thirteen inch pole. The leviathan was over four times the size of Blake's tiny little tadger.

"Tell me truthfully, have you ever seen a dick so small before?" Damon mocked.

The word was out of Blake's mouth before he even knew he was saying it. "Yes."

Damon cocked an eyebrow at the huge, micro-hung bully, but the little dog's demeaning sneer did not falter. Blake realized then that he had in fact seen a dick this size before... just yesterday, in fact. It was then that it all made sense. This was Damon's goal all along. Their sizes were now inverted. Damon now had Blake's huge, sexy rod, and Blake was stuck with Damon's puny, little nub.

"So, how does it feel to be the little guy?" Damon teased. He tried to maintain a playful demeanor about him, but despite this, his voice dripped with venom.

Blake was humiliated to say the least, but he was also pissed off. Having been officially reduced down to a tiny three inches and displayed before a live studio audience like some kind of sideshow freak, he felt he had nothing left to lose. Damon had already done his worst. Now all that Blake wanted to do was make the little brat pay for everything. Blake suddenly turned and latched onto Damon's scrawny neck with one, huge paw. His claws clutched down on the short shit's throat with the intent to strangle the life out of the little twerp.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" Blake replied with a malicious sneer. To his surprise, Damon hardly batted an eye. The skinny guy was even managing to grin haughtily even though he was wincing with pain.

"Put me down." Damon mouthed silently. Blake was so taken aback but Damon's calmness even when having his throat crushed that he instinctively stepped back and released his grip. Damon fell back to his feet. His throat had dark, red claw marks on it from Blake's deathgrip, but aside from that he seemed fine.

"I have half a mind to take another inch off for that little stunt." Damon managed to croak out between gasps. "But I want the camera in the back row to still be able to see." The Dalmatian added. Damon nodded off towards the distance with a devious smirk. Blake's turned his head to follow Damon's gaze, and what he saw made his jaw drop.

There in the far back of the room was a Channel 7 news crew. No doubt they had shown up to interview people during one of the busiest shopping days of the year like news crews tend to do, but they must have heard the commotion and come to investigate. As if being posted on YouTube wasn't bad enough, now his miniature dick was going to be plastered all over the evening news where just about everyone in town was going to see it, and since it was a local broadcast, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that that was in fact him on the small screen.

"What's the matter? I thought you liked to show off." Damon teased. Blake tried to form some sort of comeback, but he was too busy not freaking out on live television.

"It's not every day you make the news, is it? Let's give them something to show their viewers." Damon added with a devious smirk.

Blake was about to ask what Damon meant, but Damon didn't give him the chance. The shorter dog flashed the huge, buff jock a smug grin and nodded down towards his own humongous thirteen inch boner. "You're going to be riding this soon." Damon said with a tone of smug satisfaction in his voice.

Blake was incensed. He was so disgusted and enraged that he could barely even form words. He was about to tear into the little faggot and let loose a string of insults the likes of which had never been seen since Clark Griswold lost it during Christmas Vacation, but he choked them back. The little guy almost literally had him by the balls. As much as Blake hated it, playing along was the only chance he had of salvaging what little dick he had left. He still didn't want to, though. He was already comically tiny. He couldn't help but ponder how bad would getting even smaller be at this point? It was starting to sound a lot better than letting himself get filmed taking it up the butt on the evening news.

Blake took a second to choose his words carefully. "Aren't you satisfied? You've had your revenge for yesterday, right?" He pleaded softly, making sure that his voice was audible for Damon, but not to the rest of the crowd.

"You misunderstand me." Damon replied casually. Blake was momentarily taken aback. The little deviant no longer had the malicious smirk nor did his voice have the rage and venom it had had earlier. "I have been satisfied for yesterday for a while now. This is never a matter of revenge... well, maybe a little, but not anymore."

Blake eyed the dark haired little Dalmatian skeptically for a moment. Damon merely shrugged and hopped up so that he was now seated atop the backrest of the bench. "You don't really have a choice in the matter, you know?" Damon explained. "But don't think that this is all about humiliating you for my own personal sick jollies. I happen to think you'll really enjoy this." Damon stated calmly almost as if he was making casual chit-chat.

Blake was still skeptical, but he didn't think he should argue. Something about the lack of feeling in Damon's voice when he mentioned that Blake had no choice made the wolf's hair stand on end. It was as if Damon was 100% sure that Blake could not defy him. The complete lack of power that he now had over his own life frightened Blake far more than anything else that had happened today.

"Now. Come over here and fuck yourself on my huge cock." Damon commanded. His devious sneer was now back in full force. There was no doubt that he was enjoying this. Blake's body was moving before he even realized it, but he didn't fight it. Blake didn't know what else he could do at this point. It was obvious that the crowd wasn't going to help; they probably thought that he was a willing participant in all of this, and why would they think anything else? Damon had hardly laid a finger on him for the entire show. As far as anyone else could tell, Blake was up there flaunting his tiny little dick and miniature balls completely of his own volition.

Blake gave up. He was finished. He would never again be able to command anyone's respect; not now that everyone in the world was going to know that he was hung like a squirrel anyway. He turned around so that he was now facing the crowd with his ass pointed towards his tormentor.

"You've got a great ass, man." Damon said. Blake was a little surprised by the praise, but he said nothing.

"What? I've always thought you were hot." Damon explained. "Your big muscles, your fantasic ass, your huge cock... Well, two out of three ain't bad." Damon added with a chuckle.

Damon steadied his cock with both hands and pointed it straight at the jock's juicy ass. "Well, come on down. Your chariot awaits." Damon said playfully.

Blake could feel the huge rod pointed right as his tight little hole. There was no way this was going to work. The little twerp's rod was as big around as Blake's own fist, but he had no choice but to at least attempt it. He slowly began to lower himself down upon it. This maneuver wasn't too much of a problem for him due to his amazing physique. Simple squats like this were nothing, but he could feel Damon's humongous cock trying to force its way inside. It hurt like hell. Blake grunted in pain, but still tried to force his way down, using his own bodyweight to give him the leverage he needed.

"Relax your butt or this is going to really hurt." Damon instructed gently. Blake complied instantly. "There we go. Now this is gonna feel really good." Damon said with a chuckle.

Blake could feel his hole stretching wider and wider by the second as the little fag's gigantic cockhead slowly slid into him. It still hurt like hell, but it was not nearly as bad as it had been a second ago. There was also something else there, too. It was almost a little soothing in a way, almost like how stretching after a heavy set of weights hurt and yet felt so good at the same time.

Blake let out a sigh of relief as the head of Damon's enormous cock slid into him. It felt as if his insides were melting like warm butter. He couldn't believe how great it felt. His brain was swimming from all the pleasure that coursed through his body. Damon was right, he was going to enjoy this, which actually just made it worse. Now, not only was he losing his giant dick that he was so proud of, but he was also being presented as a cock hungry homo for the crowd that had assembled. He wanted to disappear entirely, but Damon had other ideas.

"Call the film crew over. You're going to do a 'little' interview." Damon whispered. There was no way that short little Damon could crane his neck far enough to whisper directly into Blake's ear, but that is what it sounded like. It was almost as if Damon's voice was echoing inside his brain. Blake flashed a nervous grin at the reporter and nodded for her to come closer.

"Isn't this enough? You've already had your revenge. I get it. Now I've got the tiny cock, and I'm being paraded around in front of a crowd. What more do you want?" Blake pleaded in a hushed whisper as he watched the film crew work their way through the throngs of people that were intently fixated on his tiny little dick and his masterful cock riding.

"Revenge? You must think I'm really petty, huh?" Damon whispered sinisterly. "It's about justice; not just for me, but for all those who you have humiliated. How many people do you think you have fucked over in your miserable little life?"

Blake couldn't answer. He was suddenly struck by a new sensation coursing through him. His already blown out ass was getting stretched even farther. There could only be one cause for this... Damon's cock was growing inside of him. His mind was already starting to piece it together. Damon's cock only grew if... He didn't have time to even fully piece the thought together. His tiny little two and a half inch hard-on erupted with a miniature hail of jizz from his tiny little nuts. Damon's massive dick had been rubbing against something deep inside of him that had been driving him crazy with pleasure, but he had been trying to keep a level head and hide it. Now that Damon's cock had added just a bit more thickness to it, it was straight up mashing against his sweet spot.

It was the single best orgasm Blake had ever had, which is saying a lot given how little cock he had left to cum from. Still, the sheer intensity of his climax quite literally took his breath away. His tiny little nuts continued to seize up and drain every last drop of jizz they had to give. Blake didn't want to admit it, but he knew he could get addicted to the feeling of having a nice, thick cock up his ass. Already he was wondering if it would really be so bad if he did it more often. He was already a pencil dicked freak and he was already going to be shown as a cock hungry fag on TV. He had nothing left to lose, but he knew he would never find a dick that could satisfy him in this way. Damon's cock was even larger than Blake's old size, and Blake had been the biggest guy in the city until today.

In a brief moment of clarity in the haze from his last mind-blowing climax, Blake was able to finish piecing together his thought. He knew Damon's cock had gotten larger, but if that was true then his must have gotten smaller. "Fuck... Fuck! FUCK!!" He started screaming. He was angry beyond words and humiliated beyond reason. He felt like he could curl up and die right then and there, and that would be alright. His body had other plans, though. His legs continued their squats as if on their own volition, continually raising him up and down the sadistic little faggot's massive cock. To anyone who was looking, it appeared like Blake was merely screaming from the sheer intensity of his own orgasm and the amazing sensations that were wracking his body.

The crowd murmured. "Damn. That's a lot more than I expected from such a tiny cock."

"Well, it makes sense that he's a bottom. Not like he could fuck anyone with that little thing."

"I'm a little jealous..." One girl said as she nudged her boyfriend. "No one's ever fucked me that good before."

Blake began sobbing, but it only came out as labored moans and grunts. To anyone who was watching it would appear like he was still caught up in how amazing the sex was. He had his eyes clenched so tight that he didn't even realize that the news crew was already there, filming his tiny little dick as it spurted and sputtered in delight.

"We're nowhere near done." Damon whispered teasingly. "You've still got years..." Blake grunted as he felt Damon's cock grow ever so slightly thicker again. "and years..." Blake had to choke out a gasp for air in between sobs as he felt Damon's dick get just a little bit thicker. "... and years to atone for."

Blake came hard yet again. It was so humiliating, but it also felt so amazing. The sound of someone nervously clearing their throat snapped him out of his sex-addled haze just enough that he could open his eyes, but when he did, he immediately wished he hadn't. The reporter was standing directly in front of him, and the cameraman had his viewfinder trained directly onto Blake's crotch, more specifically, fixated right on his still cum-spewing mini-cock.

Blake felt like his junk was under a microscope, and judging by the way things were going, he wouldn't be at all surprised if it ended up small enough to warrant the use of such a contraption. His dinky little nub was so tiny it didn't even classify as a cock anymore. His actual dick was now smaller than a double A battery, and it was still completely rigid. His miniscule little nuts were the size of the heads off of Lego men.

The reporter fidgeted awkwardly for a moment as she waited for Blake to stop moaning and impaling himself fervently upon Damon's fourteen inch fuckstick. Damon was too lost in the sensations that coursed through his huge, thick cock to give any farther commands to his baby-dicked puppet. Damon tried his best to stifle his own moans of bliss, but quickly realized it was a lost cause. He threw his head back and all but roared from the pure sexual euphoria that came with cumming from a cock that was now almost five times longer than before. The length may have only increased by a foot, but the sheer size, and thereby the sensation had increased exponentially. His massive boner was a solid fourteen inches long and was thicker than his arm, and every cubic inch of the behemoth was shuddering in ecstasy. Even his massive nuts, which were now the size of softballs felt so good that they practically ached for release. Damon came harder than he had ever cum in his life. His whole body shuddered from the intensity of his climax.

It took Damon minutes to recover enough to think clearly, let alone formulate a command for the tiny dicked cock-jockey. It didn't help that Blake was still riding Damon's massive, semi-boned meat like a pro. Finally Damon managed to utter a few simple commands. "That's enough for now..." Damon whispered between gasps. "Time to give the interview."

Blake lifted himself up and off of Damon's gigantic cock and let out a long sigh of exhaustion and relief as he slumped down onto his knees. His ass ached from being torn up by the little twerp's immense rod, and yet, Blake was finding that he actually kind of missed the sensation of having it buried within him.

Blake was resting in a position that put all the weight on his feet and knees, thus taking the pressure off of his sore, butt... at least that's what he was thinking anyway. What he didn't realize was that Damon's subliminal commands were still very much in effect, and Blake's posture just caused him to stick his crotch forward so that everyone could have a very clear view of his tiny little dick. The cameraman was very happily taking advantage of this little factoid as he zoomed in and got a crystal clear image of the miniature little tadger for the evening edition.

The reporter straightened her hair briefly and then turned to face the camera. The cameraman, realizing his cue, redirected the view of his lens towards the woman's face and away from Blake's tragically reduced dick... for the time being, anyway.

"Good evening. This is Sarah Chambers at the Southampton Mall where a local teen has been gathering a lot of attention." The sharp dressed squirrel then turned to Blake and continued her introduction. "This is quite a surprising stunt. What prompted this sudden display?"

"Tell her everything." Damon commanded. "Tell her who you are. Tell her how you have the world's tiniest cock. Tell her how you deserve to be mocked and humiliated wherever you go. Let the entire town know your face, your name, and your shame. Hell, I fully expect this little display to go viral. Soon the whole world will know."

Blake was shuddering in fear and humiliation, but there was something else welling up inside of him... a sense of loathing. Everything that Damon had said was true. He did have the world's tiniest cock. The crowd wasn't saying much about it directly, but he knew they were all thinking it. Even his own subconscious was mocking him for his pitiful little dick.

"My name is Blake Hammond. I am a senior at Southampton High. I am the quarterback on the football team, and I have the smallest cock in the world." He recited into the camera.

"That's a pretty bi-" The reporter had to choke back a chuckle as she realized her unintentional pun. "That's a pretty bold claim. Can you back it up? Do you happen to know how big the smallest cock in the world actually is?"

Blake didn't need to know. He knew Damon would not be satisfied until he had been reduced down to nothing, but as it turned out, he didn't need to guess. Within seconds, various smartphone users were asking google or Siri. The answer came within seconds. "A little under two inches!" "1 ¾ inches!" and several variations thereof echoed through the crowd. Blake felt his stomach churn at the numbers. That was frickin' tiny. He knew he was hung like a mouse, but hearing it put into such scientific terms just made it seem all the more real.

Blake's blood ran cold as he heard Damon's voice echoing in his head again. "The smallest adult dick maybe, but what you have is a little baby dick, isn't it?" Blake felt another wave course through is already miniscule little boner as it dwindled down from the size of a double A to the size of a triple A. He knew there was no hope of him ever getting taken seriously ever again. The best he could hope for was to keep his little toothpick from getting any tinier.

"Well, it certainly looks small..." The reporter said thoughtfully. The camera zoomed in even closer on Blake's miniature dick.

"Hmm... Maybe we should get some accurate number..." Damon mused out loud. He had recovered enough that he was no longer completely winded and was now standing right beside the humiliated quarterback. Damon's massive fifteen inch semi bobbed and swayed before Blake's eyes as if it too was mocking him. Several people started fumbling around for anything that they could use to take him up on his offer. No one had ever seen a cock so small before, and they were dying for answers.

The reporter looked confused. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked Blake. She seemed a little uneasy and genuinely worried about how he would feel about having his source of shame measured on national television.

"Do it! Let everyone know how tiny it is. It's a joke. It's a disgrace." Blake cried out. He was choking back tears of rage and shame, but did his best to put on a brave face. He was already humiliated. The last thing he needed was to make it worse by breaking down like a little bitch.

The crowd continued to murmur amongst themselves, but nobody had a viable measuring device. Then suddenly a voice cut through the din. "There's a fabric shop just in the next quad! I know they'd have something!" Damon and the reporter turned to find the source of the voice. Eventually they pinpointed a rather hyped up looking young feline bouncing and waving her arm. "Give me a minute and I can run over there and grab a tape measure!"

Damon glanced over at the reporter and shrugged as if to indicate that he didn't mind waiting if she had no complaints. Sarah in turn returned the gesture. "Looks like you and I have some time to kill, pal." Damon said playfully to Blake. Blake shuddered at the thought. He had seen Damon's idea of play, and he was not a fan. Blake slowly shifted his pleading gaze up and over towards Damon's sneering face. Along the way his eyes fell upon each and every massive inch of Damon's enormous cock. It was safe to say that it was far larger than his ever was, which of course meant that his was now way shorter than Damon's old size. Blake could only hope that he could keep what little he currently had, but things weren't looking too promising.

"Come on up. Let's compare." Damon said giddily. Blake knew that Damon was taking no shortage of sadistic glee in this little event, but the little deviant was doing a surprisingly good job of hiding it from the camera and the crowd. To anyone who was watching these two would appear to be the best of friends, which just made things even worse for Blake. Not only was the world going to see him as Damon's little bottom bitch, but everyone would think that he enjoyed being reminded of how tiny his little dick is.

Since Damon was so much shorter than Blake, Blake only had to stand up on his knees for their groins to be more or less the same height. Damon was more than happy to squat down ever so slightly in order to get the angle perfect. "Would you look at that?" Damon mused out loud as he bumped Blake's little nub with his massive schlong.

"God damn that's tiny." Came a voice from the crowd. Various other voices agreed and corroborated.

"That thing even makes yours look huge." One girl sniped at her boyfriend. The guy she was with fidgeted a bit, but made no effort to argue.

With every passing moment the audience was getting more and more brash and vocal about their thoughts. Soon, the crowd had gone from merely making comments on the size to making more personal attacks. "It's no wonder he's a bottom. It's not like he could fuck anything with that needle dick of his." One dudebro guffawed loudly.

"Fuckin' pencil dicked faggot." The dude's buddy chimed in in agreement.

"A pencil's far too huge for that little nub. It's little more than a thumbtack." A third guy chimed in.

No one was giving Blake's feelings a second thought, and why should they? He had all but dared them to mock him. He certainly was making no effort to try and fight back or even hide the source of his shame.

Blake tried to redirect his attention towards what was going on in front of him in order to tune out the taunts and jeers, but he quickly wished he hadn't. The short, fat little mole of a cameraman was now hunched down so that the lens was level with his and Damon's radically disproportionate cocks. Blake could see his entire package, miniscule balls and all, reflected in the lens of the camera. His dick was now so short that the camera lens was wider than the length of his tiny nub.

"Fascinating..." The reporter commented. "It's so tiny... Mind if I..." The squirrel looked up at Damon and gestured towards his massive cock as if asking permission to touch it. Damon smiled and nodded emphatically. The Dalmatian was more than happy to let his massive schlong be handled on live television. Blake was less thrilled, but then again, he wasn't given the option; Sarah hadn't even bothered to ask him before reaching over and grabbing at his tiny little pecker.

Damon's cock was so huge that Mrs. Chambers couldn't even wrap her fingers all the way around it, but she had no such problem with Blake's. She was able to handle the wolf's miniature little nub between her thumb and pointer finger. His dick was longer than the width of her slender, feminine fingers, but not by much. It would have been possible for her to get a second finger placed along the tiny shaft, but it would have been very difficult.

"Blake's entire penis is shorter than just the glans of... Sorry, I didn't get your name." The reporter said, turning once again towards Damon at the end.

"Oh, me? Name's Damon." He replied smugly.

"Well, Damon, you must be proud to have what is easily one of the largest penises in the world." The reporter stated matter-of-factly.

Damon's smile grew wider until he was straight up beaming with pride. It was strange for him to hear his dick referred to in such a distant and scientific way, even though it was obvious from the reddish flush of the squirrel's face that she was thinking about his gigantic hard-on in a less than professional manner, but Damon supposed that is part of her job. It's not like they could very well run a story on the prime time news if the reporter is rattling off crass street lingo. The sensitive sensibilities of suburbia might be able to handle words like "penis" and "glans" but the second people start talking about cocks and dicks and sex rockets, the censors would flip their mild mannered shits.

"Not gonna lie. It does feel pretty nice." Damon replied, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat. "But I'm not the focus of this news story, am I? Why not ask little Blakey here how he feels about having the world's smallest baby dick."

Blake winced internally at the little baby name he had been given on live television. There was no doubt in his mind that that name was going to catch on quickly. He wished there was something that he could do, but he could hardly muster the resolve to stay upright. He was so ashamed and angry that he felt like he could scream or puke or both. He just wanted to curl into a little ball and sob, and there didn't seem to be any end in sight.

"It is kind of pathetic, isn't it?" The squirrel mused quietly. She had momentarily forgotten her position as impartial reporter and had let slip one of her internal thoughts that was never meant to air. "Oh. Terribly sorry." She added quickly, but didn't really put much effort into trying to smooth things over.

"She's right..." Blake moaned internally. "It is pathetic. Worse than pathetic. It's a fucking joke." He silently mocked himself as he choked back the tears.

"You should get a better comparison shot..." Damon said, suddenly. "You know... for the sake of the viewers at home." He quickly added, giving his humongous cock a quick shave to indicate that Mrs. Chambers had his permission to once again manhandle his leviathan as she saw fit.

"Right. Good idea!" The reporter said brightly. She gave a few short commands to the cameraman and moved around to the back of the bench while the cameraman redirected his viewfinder so that he was now gazing down upon the two vastly different cocks from above. Once again, the reporter didn't even bother asking Blake whether or not he was OK with her gripping his tiny nub, but Blake didn't have it in him to try and fight back. He was more worried about other things at the moment anyway. He couldn't be sure, but it felt like the reporter's slim fingers covered more of his miniscule little cock than before. He wouldn't be at all surprised if Damon was ever so slightly chipping away at what little bit he had left as the torturous news spot dragged on.

"Right. As you can see..." Sarah described the scene as professionally as she could for those watching at home. "This huge penis on the right belongs to Damon, and this tiny one on the left is Blake's." Blake's subconscious was quick to latch onto her choice of words. Whether it was intentional or not, the reporter hadn't even bothered to dignify his dinky little piece with the moniker of penis. He couldn't say he blamed her though. It didn't even classify as a penis anymore anyway. It was barely even a clit by this point.

"This here is the glans. That's the large spongy segment on the end here, for those of you wondering." The reporter explained to the audience as she pulled back on Damon's loose skin to fully reveal the puffy head of his uncut cock. "Now just the glans of Damon's co- er... penis is longer than the entirety of Blake's here."

Once again, she hadn't even given his pitiful little needle the dignity of being called a penis, but Blake wasn't so hung up on that at the moment. He felt like a black hole had opened up inside of his stomach at as he stared down at his and Damon's cocks. Mrs. Chambers wasn't even exaggerating. Damon's humongous dick was positioned right under

Blake's miniscule little nuts, lining very tip of Damon's cock right at the base of his. Just the head of Damon's massive cock completely dwarfed Blake's entire dick now. Not only was the puffy glans far, far thicker than Blake's tiny pencil thin dick, but it had Blake's entire cock beat for length too; it was only by a hair, but still, his entire dick was shorter than that twerps oversized cockhead.

"I seem to have a little extra. I would gladly give it to you if I could." Damon teased mercilessly. Blake didn't even have time to ask what the little freak meant. Damon's hands were once again latched onto his humongous shaft and rolling his overly loose foreskin back over the tip of his cock. The reporter quickly released her grip and stepped back to watch the action unfurl.

It appeared that everything on Damon had grown proportionally; despite the sheer magnitude of his cock, Damon's skin still more than covered the tip. Thanks to the angle at which Damon was now holding his humongous dick at, the excess skin rolled right over his dick and onto Blake's. Blake's miniscule little cock was suddenly swallowed up in a swell of foreskin. To make matters worse, the entire event was captured in vivid high def for all the fans at home. The cameraman was slowly getting back into position where he could watch the bizarre ritual unfold at eye level, but in the meantime he was getting a great panoramic view of Damon's excess skin swallowing Blake's miniature little dick whole.

Blake couldn't even speak; he was choking on his rage and tears. This kept getting worse by the second, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was completely powerless which just made him feel even more miserable and puny.

"I wonder... does that feel good?" Damon continued to muse playfully. "All that extra skin's kinda like a pussy to you, huh?" Damon sneered as he closed his fingers around the clump of skin that had enveloped Blake's tiny cock. Damon actually had to lean forward in order to reach far enough along his gigantic cock to grip the tip.

It actually did feel good, but Blake would never admit it. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to block everything out, but he could still feel Damon's wiry fingers around his tiny dick even through the blanket of skin. Even Damon's fingertips were enough to completely cover his tiny cock. He could hear the giggles and murmurs through the crowd. They had apparently all given up any semblance of decency, and why should they try to hold back? He was a miserable, pencil dicked little faggot. He knew this more than anyone. His tiny cock wasn't even good for anything. The only thing he could do now was take it up the ass.

Blake was vaguely aware of the reporter's words as he lost himself to the pleasure and self-pity. "Due to the nature of this footage much of what you see will in fact be edited for our TV broadcast." She said to the camera. Finally some good news, Blake thought, but he soon found out how wrong he was. "If you want to see the HD, uncensored video, check out our website." She added as if to drive the nail in the coffin. This HD video was going to be the talk of the net for years to come; Blake just knew it.

Apparently Damon knew it too, and he could not pass up this chance. "Yeah. You like that. Come on. Fuck my cock." The Dalmatian grunted lustily. Now that he no longer needed to keep it civil for the crowds at home, the kid gloves were coming off... not that Damon was really holding much back to begin with, though.

Blake was feeling too pitiful and worthless to even muster any form of resistance. He reached forward and wrapped both hands around Damon's massive cock and pulled forward. He jutted his hips forward and shoved his tiny little dick straight into the huge slit of Damon's massive cock. There was plenty of room, too. He had fucked pussies tighter than Damon's cock, but then again, all pussies were nice and tight back when he was a monster hung stud.

"Is it in there? I can barely even feel it." Damon teased. The Dalmatian sneered at Blake as he watched the hulking, musclebound wolf try ineffectively to get himself off. Damon nodded to the reporter and the cameraman to get a better view. The cameraman swung around and zoomed in nice and close on the head of Damon's cock. The huge, puffy glans was mashed completely up against Blake's grey furred crotch. Each and every tiny millimeter or the jock's miniature dick was completely swallowed by Damon's far, far more massive one.

"It's smaller than even I thought it would be." Damon said dismissively. Blake didn't miss the implication, though. The second Damon uttered the word "smaller" Blake felt a chill run up his spine. His fears were quickly confirmed by the extra wiggle room his dick now had.

"Hurry up and get me off." Damon teased. His voice sounded friendly and playful, but Blake knew better. The grey wolf could feel his heart rate rising as he stared into Damon's cold eyes. Blake knew that this was not just a command, but a threat; a threat that carried with it very severe penalties should he fail.

Blake stopped trying to hump the massive dick. There was no point in it. His cock was far too small to even be used in such a way. Blake instead lifted Damon's humongous cock towards his mouth. Damon made no attempt to interfere. He merely leaned back and grinned maliciously as Blake tried ineffectively to wrap his lips around his enormous knob. Damon's cock was now far too large for Blake to even get it in his mouth. That didn't stop him from giving it the good old college try, though.

Blake wrapped his lips around as much of the head as he could and suckled the tip, all the while vigorously pumping the shaft. He was trying his hardest, but Damon's didn't seem to be impressed.

"Come on. You'll have to learn to suck dick better than that if you want to make it anywhere in this world." He teased playfully. "Come on now; work the shaft; cup the balls; the whole nine yards."

Blake complied, more out of panic than anything else. He pulled one hand away from Damon's enormous cock and reached down to gently grip on of Damon's humongous nuts. For a brief fleeting millisecond, Blake actually considered giving it a far harder squeeze in order to take that asshole down on live TV, but he immediately thought better of it. If he did something like that, he just knew Damon would delete every trace of his already pitifully tiny dick from existence.

Blake gasped as his fingers made contact with the warm flesh of Damon's nutsack. The dude's balls were simply massive. Blake took one in his hand and just held it in his open palm for a moment as he soaked in just how gigantic it really was. The supple orb filled his entire palm and then some. He had fondled titties smaller than that thing. His mind briefly recalled what Damon's cock had looked like when their roles had been reversed. Yesterday, Damon's nuts had been fairly large in comparison to the shaft. Like everything else, his balls had grown proportionally, and since Damon had all but quintupled his length, the sheer extent to which his balls had inflated was mind-boggling. Each one was closing in on the size of a melon. There was no telling how much spunk was sloshing around in those turgid cum-banks.

"Hey now. No slacking off down there." Damon chided playfully. "Maybe I should offer you some incentive." He added with a chuckle. Blake's blood ran cold once again as he felt another intense tingle down below. He didn't have any idea how much he had left to work with, but he knew it wasn't much and getting smaller by the second.

Blake quickly snapped out of his trance and threw himself whole heartedly into the task of getting the freak's mondo dong to spew. Blake was aware that he was still being filmed intently, but he didn't care anymore. He had been broken. He had precious little cock left to salvage and even less pride. He passionately stroked the humongous shaft as he fondled Damon's gigantic nuts. As he licked and suckled the tip, he could steadily feel and taste the faint dribble of pre ramping up into a steady stream. The stuff was so strange tasting, but he didn't dare balk. He instead greedily and noisily sucked and slurped the juices right off of Damon's massive cock. There were quite a few chuckles from the crowd, including a few malicious cackles that Blake was sure he knew all too well.

"Oh... fuck... you're actually really good at this..." Damon moaned. His whole body began to shake and rock as he struggled to remain standing. Eventually his legs couldn't take anymore and he flopped down on his ass atop the bench. Blake didn't miss a beat. He maneuvered himself so that he kept a steady grasp of Damon's cock and continued to suck and lick the head while Damon laid back against the armrest and writhed with pleasure.

"Fuck yes... suck it all up... drink it, bitch." Damon cried in ecstasy as he fired jets of spunk right into Blake's face. Blake tried his hardest to keep his lips wrapped around the sputtering tip of Damon's enormous cock, but there was far more spunk flowing into his face than he could swallow. He quickly found himself having to pull back in order to avoid from choking on the thick volley of jizz. The heavy ropes of spooge crashed against his face. The heavy waterfall of spunk oozed down his face and across his huge, muscular pecs and abs until it cascaded across what little was left of his once magnificent cock, completely burying it in an avalanche of spooge.

Blake was too busy trying to scoop up handfuls of cum to pay much attention to the sad state of his miniscule little package, but the news crew hadn't missed a beat. Blake could hear Sarah Chambers, action news reporter, continue to give her scientific play by play for the live broadcast. "As you can see, Blake's tiny penis has been completely obscured behind a layer of seminal fluids." Blake was too tired and broken to freak out, though. If anything, he felt like he could break out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. None of this could really be happening, right? There's no way he could go from the biggest cock in the state to having a dinky little tic tac, right?

"See? I told ya he was a total cork soaker." Came a nasally voice from the front row. The dude's taunt was almost immediately followed by a wicked giggle.

"Indeed. It makes sense, though. He's got the lips for it. Nice and full." Came the reply from the dude's friend. The second guy's voice was much deeper and had almost a melodic tone to it. His voice also lacked the malice of his friend's. That didn't stop him from letting out a mocking chuckle, though.

"That's enough of that." Damon said lazily. Blake gulped down his current mouthful of spunk and patiently awaited further orders. "Let everyone get a good look at you... what's left anyway." Damon added with a soft chuckle. Blake slumped back in defeat and made no effort to wipe the cum that was dripping from his face and body as the camera and all the people in the mall plaza stared on in disbelief.

A shrill, impressed sounding whistle caught Damon's attention. "I'm impressed, kiddo, but then again, it's like I always say; when a nice guy snaps it's always gonna be good." Came Faz's voice, complete with a sinister little chuckle.

Damon glanced over to his side to see the little blue haired elf pop into existence right upon his shoulder. "I wondered where you got off to... Good call on the news team, by the way." Damon replied with a groggy smirk. He was still feeling pretty muddled from the afterglow of the most amazing blowjob he had ever received, not to mention the high that came from the total power trip he was coming down from.

"You figured that one out, huh? Well to be fair, they were in the area already; I just steered them your way." Faz replied with a chuckle. Faz put a hand against his forehead and craned his neck as if he was peering far out to sea. "... man... just how tiny didya make him?"

"Let's find out." Damon said with a devious smirk. He then nodded to a young feline who had recently forced her way up to the front of the crowd and was now staring in dumbstruck awe at the hot, buff, cum-coated jock and his apparent complete lack of a dick.

"Thanks for picking that up for us." Damon said pleasantly as he gestured towards the cloth roll of measuring tape that she had clutched in her paw. "Although, I really don't think we need one that big." He added with a devious glint in his eyes. She merely nodded in shock and held the roll out for Damon to take.

Damon strutted over towards the girl, swishing his hips as he did so, causing his massive semi to bob and sway for the crowd's viewing pleasure. Even the cameraman had redirected his view so that he was now focused on the pendulous movements of Damon's enormous meat as opposed to the cum-covered expanse of Blake's groin.

"Let's see how big you really are..." Damon said grandly as if he was giving the introduction for some sort of Broadway musical. A silence fell over the entire crowd as Damon got down on his knees before Blake's slumped form. "No peeking, now." Damon added playfully as he shot Blake a sly wink.

The lithe, black haired young Dalmatian then slowly and dramatically leaned forward, letting his tongue hang out as he did so and then slowly and systematically lapped up his own jizz from the mostly barren expanse of Blake's crotch.

Blake inhaled sharply as he felt Damon's tongue rub against his pitifully reduced dick. He couldn't tell how small it was now, but Damon's tongue felt simply massive against it. Damon's tongue was able to press against the entire package, balls and all, and still had plenty of extra muscle mass left over. Blake shivered as he felt Damon's soft, wet tongue brush against the sensitive flesh of the insides of his legs. Blake's brain was reeling as he tried to determine just how tiny it was now. Part of him wanted to look down and steal a peek, but he was too terrified to try it.

Damon's slowly, sensually lapped up every last drop of jizz from Blake's crotch and the surrounding area, making sure to make a very loud and lurid display as he did so. Blake spent the entire time shivering and with his eyes clenched shut tightly. To anyone watching it might appear as if he was enjoying it, which was partly true; it did feel amazing, but he was really shuddering from shame and humiliation. Any second now his tiny, needle dick was going to be unveiled on live television, and this time, not even he knew how tiny it would be.

Damon swallowed audibly and then flashed a grin at the camera. He had a bit of his own jizz on the sides of his mouth, which he quickly licked off, and then gestured towards the measuring tape that was now in his hand. Damon slid to the side enough to finally give the cameraman, and by extension the few people close enough to see, a clear view of Blake's now miniature little speck of a package. Blake's miniscule little cock was rock hard despite having just creamed a few minutes ago. Damon's sensual licking had gone a long way towards helping it bone up, but most of the arousal was actually from the subliminal commands that were still locked away in Blake's subconscious. Poor Blake was going to be rock hard and completely horny whenever anyone so much as glanced at his tiny dick from now until the end of time, and given that he was now a full time member of the no clothes club, that would be happening pretty much every minute of every day.

The crowd held their breath in unison as Damon slowly placed the measuring tape right alongside Blake's tiny, rigid boner. Damon had to stifle a giggle as he beheld the final ruling. "Not bad, buddy." Damon said playfully as he stared at the tic marks on the fabric ruler. "Check this out! You're a full half inch! Although just barely." Damon added proudly. The crowd erupted into a mixture of gasps of shock and awe and mocking catcalls and cackles. There was one obnoxious, nasally voice that was laughing far louder than the rest though.

Blake glanced down and felt like a black hole was opening up in his gut, devouring all hope from within him. If not for the angle at which his rigid dick was jutting out, it would have been easy to mistake it for another clump of wet, matted fur. His dick just barely reached the halfway mark of the first inch. It was probably actually just below the half inch mark, but Damon was holding the ruler up ever so slightly to make the notches match perfectly. It was so tiny it was pathetic. It was as thin as the spike on a push-pin. He really was a needle dick now. His balls were no better off. Either miniscule nut was the size of a tiny little Nerds candy, and not one of those huge, fusion beast Legion Nerds. No, they were the size of small, solitary specs of neon candies.

Blake slumped his head back against the back of the bench and sobbed silently. He took a tiny bit of solace in the knowledge that there was nothing more that Damon could do to him, but he was dead wrong.

The nasally heckler stopped cackling long enough to fire another barb. "Look at that tic-tac! But hey! You're good with the guys, right? Well, you better hope so! Because you're never gonna be getting any action with the ladies!" He shouted before once again descending into loud, raucous, condescending cackles.

The heckler's friend chuckled as well, albeit softly and half-heartedly. "It's hard to believe he ever thought he was the "Big Man" on campus." He added snarkily.

The last comment caused Blake to lift his head enough to glance at his hecklers. What he saw made his eyes burn with tears of rage. These two were supposed to be his friends, but here they were leading the cavalry against him.

Raleigh stopped cackling enough to cross his arms in front of his flabby chest as he sneered down at the former leader of their little gang. The red panda was an imposing figure even had he been fully clothed, but his thick cock and huge, bull balls now dangled out from the dense, curly patch of red hair around his crotch as if it too was there to gloat over the downfall of their former leader.

Like always, Wayland was standing off to the side, staying out of the thick of things until he felt safe to act. The mink was casually leaning against one of the large, ornate pillars near Raleigh. Wayland's lean, toned, athletic body was openly on display, as was his impressive nine inch cock.

Damon glanced over at the new arrivals and could barely stifle his cackle of glee. No one could hear Faz so the little elf had no reason to try and be discrete. The blue haired little imp was practically rolling on Damon's shoulder as he cackled sadistically.

"So... they're naked too, and nobody seems to care..." Damon mused out loud. "Then that means..." His voice dropped off as his grin spread even wider. Damon's eyes canvassed the two newcomers' exposed packages and as he ran a few quick mental calculations on their sizes.

"Don't tell me you forgot the specifics of your request, kid." Faz managed to croak out between stifled giggles. "The hit called for 'that douchebag, ass wipe of a quarterback-"

"And his two turd burglar sidekicks." Damon cut in, finishing off the specifics of his note from the previous night. Damon was grinning from ear to ear. The fun was just starting.