{"sf1_id":1702579,"sf2_id":"3egVZKW1","title":"tiny. (hypno humilation latex TFTG)","author":"Nequ","words":4652,"posted_at":"2021-04-03T11:27:48.000Z","tags":["BDSM","Balls","Big Boobs","Big Tits","Black","Boobs","Booty","Breast","Breasts","Bulge","Busty","Butt","Cock","Cock Growth","Commentary","Corruption","Dick","Domination/Submission","Dominatrix","Ejaculation","Erection","Explicit","Fantasy","Fear","Futa","Futanari","Gender Shifting","Goo","Grey","Herm/solo","Hermaphrodite","Human-Only","Humiliation","Humor","Hypnosis","Illustrated","Latex","M/solo","Male","Masturbation","Mind Control","Nipples","Office","Orgasm","Penis","Public","Purple","Shemale","Solo","Telepathy","Tongue","Transformation","Transgender","White","intersex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1702579-tiny-hypno-humilation-latex-tftg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egVZKW1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7b/63/7b635e06-15b6-4d48-aef4-d847d07ff6d3","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"**Lynch:** The minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you had what it took.  \n**-Wall Street (1987)**\n\n* * *\n\nThe first thing the businessman did was make sure the door was unlocked.\n\nThis would be counter-intuitive, for what was coming next, unless you knew the whole thing was _about_ the risk.\n\nHe imagined the boss bursting in. The curl of her lip. The abrupt turn to get Security-\n\n_Getting sidetracked. Need to focus._\n\nHe moved his empty styrofoam teacup to the right, and made sure his mouse had enough room, that there was a document on the screen.\n\nHe reached for his phone, chose one of the seven proxies available. Then another. Just to be sure.\n\nThen, and only then, did he load the app. Since he had force-closed it last time, it had to cold-boot. The dev's name came up first.\n\n**SIEV**  \n**SILK INTERNATIONAL ELECTRONICS and VIRTUALITY**\n\n_C'mon, c'mon._ The heel of his left Oxford drummed on the floor.\n\nFor a second, he heard - he could've _sworn_ he heard - someone outside his office. But they couldn't see his phone, so even if they walked in, all he had to do was play it cool.\n\nIt was a little hotter. It felt hotter. The businessman took off his jacket, draped it over the back of the chair. Sat down. Calmed himself.\n\nAs soon as the app was open, he looked for someone with open messages. Male, female, it didn't really matter. He opened thir DMs, reached under the desk with his other hand.\n\nTook a deep breath.\n\nAnother.\n\nHe unzipped his pants. Pulled his boxers down.\n\nAnother deep breath.\n\nHe snapped the picture, sent it. Immediately logged out, force closed the app, disconnected from the internet, and slammed the phone down on the desk.\n\nAnd waited for the warmth, the tingles.\n\nThe app didn't require a phone number, just an email, and it didn't store the photos locally. Even if someone could get into his phone, they would never-\n\nHis phone rang.\n\nIn his ear.\n\nWhich was strange, because he didn't remember putting the headset in. Must've forgotten.\n\n\"Yello?\"\n\nSilence on the line, and then a woman's voice. \"Is that it?\"\n\nAnother woman's voice. \"How is he that _small_?\"\n\nThey sounded kind of like the girls from _Baby Got Back_. Or maybe the _Macarena_. He could probably think of some pop culture references from the current century if he really tried, but more importantly-\n\nHe looked down, past his phone. What were they _talking_ about? He was just fi-\n\nWait. two women, not talking to him, but _about_ him. Humiliating. Passive-aggressive. His cheeks burned. He had never thought about it, that particular scenario...but-\n\n_Kind of hot._\n\nWait, no. He needed to focus. He had left the second SIM in the phone, that was it. Hackers or something traced his number. All he had to do was-\n\n\"Look at his tie!\" one woman said.\n\n_My tie?_\n\nHe reached up, fingered his perfectly normal tie. With his dick hand. Like an idiot. Was hand sanitizer good for silk? Would it damage i-\n\n\"Just a perfectly normal tie.\"\n\n\"Plain ol' red.\"\n\n\"It's not even striped.\"\n\nContempt in the voice. \"It's not even _striped_.\"\n\nWell, there was nothing wrong with going simple, going with the classics _how did they know what color his tie was?_\n\nThere was nobody outside, hovering five stories up. His tie wasn't visible from the phone's camera. The smoke detect-\n\n\"Aw, how cute. He's looking for a camera.\"\n\n\"But that doesn't make sense.\"\n\n\"Right! If we knew enough about him to install a camera in his office, then we knew enough to get into his phone before he even sent the dick pic.\"\n\n\"The tiny dick pic.\"\n\n\"The tiny dick pic, right.\"\n\nHis phone's screen lit up.\n\nHe nearly dropped it. _Didn't I leave it on my de-_\n\nThe phone's screen showed a contact. THE WIFEY. Their private joke.\n\nOut of nothing and out of nowhere, there was a sort of intense pressure, right between his eyes. His stomach did the rhumba, and his palms were sweating enough to end California's water restrictions.\n\nA short, sharp syllable exploded from him.\n\n\"You know what I hate?\" said the woman. \"Swearing.\"\n\n\"Me too. But there are times when it might be appropriate.\"\n\n\"You're right. You're _so_ right. Like when someone's about to call your wife and tell her you're a freak.\"\n\n\"A flasher.\"\n\n\"A pervert.\"\n\nDespite himself, despite everything that was on the line, something kindled in the businessman's chest.\n\n\"Pervert.\"\n\nThe hot feeling got hotter.\n\n\"Perv.\"\n\nThe contact switched to BOSSLADY.\n\n\"Pervocrat.\"\n\nA certain coworker.\n\n\"Pervalicious.\"\n\nHR.\n\n\"E Pervibus Unum.\"\n\nWhen had he started panting? Like a dog. Why did it feel like his chest was on fire? Like it was spreading toward his-\n\nOh _no_.\n\n\"We have a winner.\" The woman sounded even more smug than usual.\n\nDouble knock on the door. Then the knob turned, and it swung open. By the time the colleague walked in, the businessman had both hands on the keyboard. He paused, looked up.\n\n\"We're goin' down to that bar on 5th for lunch and cocktails. You wanna come?\"\n\nThe businessman grimaced. \"Sorry. I gotta-\" He waves his hand at the screen. \"There's this proposal. Time-sensitive. You know how it is.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Rain check, then.\"\n\n\"Rain check.\"\n\n\"Let me just-\" The colleague leaned in, grabbed the cup off the table. \"See ya later.\"\n\n\"Bye.\"\n\nThe door clicked shut.\n\nThere was a way to fix this, whatever this was. _Turn off my phone. Zip up. Go to the little businessman's room. And-_\n\nHe reached for the waistband of his briefs with his left hand, which brushed his junk. He half-expected - well, quarter-expected - to get first degree burns.\n\n_-hope my dick doesn't ignite before I get there._\n\nSomething changed on his phone screen.\n\nIn his defense, the human eye is drawn to motion. Sudden changes. So it was quite natural for him to look.\n\nThere was a stock photo of an ice cube on the screen.\n\n_Huh?_\n\nHis brow crinkled. He ran a thumb over the screen. It was remarkably cool.\n\nThe ice cube started to spin.\n\nFaster and faster.\n\nThe image darkened, broke apart. Spread outward and inward, into-\n\n_A spiral?_\n\nThere was a strange noise coming out of the headset. Like those binaural sounds he used to get to sleep sometimes. He needed to turn it down. He reached for the phone.\n\nThe buttons on the side did nothing. He swiped up. Nothing happened. Unless you count the voice coming in over the binaural audio, softly mocking.\n\n\"I think he's having technical issues.\"\n\nHe snarled \"What did you _do_ to my phone?\"\n\nSilence, except for the music. But it was a smug silence. A patronizing silence. He knew, he _knew_, that if he could see the girls, they'd be pointing at the camera and snickering at him.\n\nHe held the phone up to eye level, glared at it. Tapped the lock button. Still nothing. He could take the battery out, except it wasn't that kind of phone.\n\n_Great choice, genius._\n\nHe blinked.\n\nHis arm hurt.\n\nHis eyes hurt.\n\nHow long had he been staring at the swirl?\n\nHypnosis wasn't real. Not like in the cartoons. Weird noises and swirls couldn't make you do stuff.\n\n\"Not against your will,\" one of the women said.\n\n\"Quiet, you,\" the businessman said.\n\nHe...he needed to put his phone down. So he could zip up. Then he could put the phone in his pocket.\n\nHe put the phone down.\n\nAnd down.\n\nAnd down.\n\nPast the desk, until it was right next to his crotch.\n\nThe anticipation in his ears was deafening. No, wait, that was his heartbeat. Not the girls.\n\n_Am I really going to do-_\n\nHis cock rested on the screen.\n\nHe didn't actually remember putting it there. He just had his phone in his right hand, and his dick in his left. The screen was cool, where the underside rested on it.\n\nA giggle escaped. _This is crazy. This is insane._\n\n_This...feels good._\n\nHe rested his thumb on his cockhead. His breaths shallowed. He pushed down.\n\nAnd the screen gave.\n\nNot very much. It was like squeezing a bottle of bottled water, but before you opened it.\n\nHe pushed harder.\n\nA little more. When you opened the lid for the first time, and the bottle gave under the pressure of your grip.\n\nHarder.\n\nNothing.\n\nHe frowned.\n\n_Maybe-_\n\nHe drew his cock back, and rubbed it along the smooth, flat surface. _Was that- was it moving?_ He tried again. _Yes, definitely moving._\n\nHis thumb slipped off, and hit the screen. No give, no movement. But the phone's screen was pushing in under his cock. It didn't make any sense. He didn't care. Didn't care about anything but-\n\nRelief.\n\nWhen he was little, he didn't know the difference between a Jalapeno and a bell pepper. He had been at a picnic, and bitten down, hard. There was a brief moment when he felt the funny tingle, realized something was wrong, and then something kicked him in the tongue.\n\nLuckily, there had been a nice, cool, iced glass of soda on the table. It hadn't been his. He didn't care. And when he tried to get the coolness down his throat, there had been a blessed moment of relief, much like the one he had when his dick broke through.\n\nAt least, for a few seconds. Until he learned that soda actually made spicy food worse.\n\nThis was like that moment of relief. Except better.\n\nThe woman in his ear said \"You think he walks down the street like that?\"\n\n\"With the hard-on?\"\n\n\"Just bulging all the time.\"\n\n\"Trying to hide it.\"\n\nA shiver ran down the man's back. And he wriggled a little in his chair.\n\n\"I don't know, maybe he likes people staring.\"\n\n\"Because he's such a perv.\"\n\nHis wool pants squeaked against the chair in a way wool is not widely known to do. Nor did it look much like wool. Not with the way it clung to the thick handfuls of his rear.\n\nHis pants squeezed his wallet out of one pocket. His keys out of the other. He didn't even notice when they hit the floor.\n\nThe door swung open. The man looked up, as casual as you please, eyebrows raised in polite, neutral, professional interest.\n\nHis colleague stuck his head in. \"Hey, two of the guys from Legal say they want to come. Sure you're still busy?\"\n\nThe businessman managed a smile. He hoped. \"Nah. Got the proposal almost done, but I'm waiting on a callback.\"\n\n\"Can't you take it on your cell?\"\n\n\"It's Tokyo, so-\"\n\nThe colleague nodded. \"They like the personal touch. Got it. Bye.\" He shut the door behind him with a click.\n\nThe businessman waited. A minute. Two. Three. Thanked whoever was responsible for decorating the offices. For not buying glass desks.\n\n_Right._\n\n_Dick in my phone._\n\nHe pulled it out very, very slowly. It didn't seem to have fallen off. He had trouble when he reached the head. The screen didn't want to let it go, and he felt it pull at his head, like honey or glue or soap. Something sticky. It wasn't exactly a bad feeling-\n\nAnd then his dick was loose. _Good._ He exhaled. _Good._\n\nIt was coated in something. A thin layer of...something squishy. Clear. Clear-ish, a little dark. Didn't come off on his hand. _Okay._\n\nAll he had to do was get up. Put his dick in his pants. And go to the bathroom. Simplest thing in the world.\n\n_Get up._\n\nHe got up.\n\n_Put it away._\n\nHe rested his dick on the screen. It gave a little. Like it was waiting for him.\n\n_Go to the bathroom._\n\nHe shoved it in.\n\n\"Think there's some kind of perv community?\" the woman said.\n\n\"They probably have perv forums and stuff.\"\n\n\"Twitter hashtags.\"\n\n\"There's probably a subreddit.\"\n\nImagine, if you will, a bowl of soup in the winter. Imagine sticking your finger into it, and then pulling it out, letting it freeze. Then you stick your finger in again, and pull it out, and let it freeze again. And you run through the cycle until you have several coats of soup, and your finger is unrecognizable.\n\nUnder normal circumstances, the man might've been concerned by the slow transformation of his cock. The way whatever was on the other side of his phone's screen congealed whenever he pulled out. He might've thought about the slick, dark coating, the widening girth, the increasing length.\n\nHe might've.\n\nIf it didn't feel so _good_.\n\n\"Maybe he goes to a meeting.\"\n\n\"A meeting?\"\n\n\"A _big_ meeting.\"\n\n\"A _very_ big meeting. Makes him sweaty. Makes his shirt feel tight.\"\n\nThe legs of his slacks tightened around his socks. The socks lost their pattern, their lines.\n\nThe pants lost their creases, their softness.\n\nThe sensible Oxfords became decidedly less sensible. Less practical. Especially with those heels. The spikes coming directly out of the middle of the foot. It would, perhaps, be possible to walk on them. With training. With pain.\n\nSoon there wasn't much difference between the shoes and the socks, and the socks and the pants. They all became one - well, two - long limbs of dark, slick curves.\n\nLimbs which kicked away from the desk. Spun around. The chair rolled across the floor, until he could plant his feet on the window. The heels, somehow, didn't scrape on the glass.\n\nIt took more effort to shove his dick into the screen. To get its massive girth past the edges of the frame. He was close. He was _very_ close.\n\n\"How does he keep his hands off himself long enough to write the presentation? Much less give it?\"\n\n\"I bet he doesn't. I bet he had to take breaks.\"\n\nIt was sort of like watching someone swim up from the bottom of the pool. Except the pool was slick and shiny black. and instead of a lovely woman's head breaching the water in cinematic fashion, what breaches is the white of the shirt, one triangle down each leg.\n\n\"The meeting's in that conference room down the hall.\"\n\n\"Room 12-16CF.\"\n\n_How do they kn-_\n\n\"And what if-\"\n\n\"-during that meeting-\"\n\nThe belt has long become nothing but a buckle, and even that decided to flatten, to melt, to lighten, to flow down his thighs and up the length of hisdick between thrusts. It started as a straight line, but if you were there, if you paid close attention, you might've seen the text grow out of the line, like icicles melting in reverse.\n\n**tiny**\n\nThe head of his dick was still visible. Whatever force was reshaping the businessman wanted some kind of reminder of his original form, some evidence that the creature he was becoming wasn't just some weird sex doll, or erotic prank.\n\n\"-he straightens his tie before he gets up.\"\n\nIf anyone had been around, they might've noticed his shirt changing. How it lost slack, drew closer to his skin, outlined every curve and muscle. Which, admittedly, wasn't much.\n\nHis tie was red. It darkened a little. Indented into the valley of his swelling chest.\n\nHis waist cinched in a few inches. Then a few inches more.\n\n\"What's the presentation about?\"\n\n\"Does it matter?\"\n\n\"Do they even care?\"\n\n\"They're not really paying attention.\"\n\nThere was no seam between the black tie and his shirt, and his shirt hardly deserved the name. It was skintight. Or perhaps skin.\n\nThe vest underneath was gone. Or perhaps absorbed.\n\n\"They're all looking at him.\"\n\n\"They're staring.\"\n\n\"They know.\"\n\nEvery time he breathed, parts of his chest didn't...quite come back with the rest. The tie - the tie-shape - was a black strip down the middle of his chest, where the buttons had been. It ended at his stomach. There was a light spot over the navel.\n\n\"Then the boss says his presentation is nice and all, but we've heard some concerning rumors.\"\n\nThe businessman had a watch. It's gone now.\n\n\"And then the perv blinks and goes 'Rumors?'\"\n\n\"'Yes, rumors.' The boss leans, forward, points with the frame of their glasses. 'About your...'\"\n\n\"My...?\"\n\n\"The boss sighs. 'Look, I'm just going to say it. We've heard your cock is tiny.'\"\n\nHis chest was mostly white, like his shirt had been, except for black palms and nails. And the dark strip, of course.\n\nWell, maybe more of a white-silver. Except it was just dark enough to see the reflected light glinting off its curves. It wrapped around the man's wrist, palm, hands. Receded a little, leaving his palm, fingerprints, and long nails a midnight black.\n\nHe didn't notice. Didn't even realize when he shifted his grip on his cock, on his phone, with his new, slimmer fingers.\n\n\"Someone else goes 'Absolutely minuscule.'\"\n\n\"Probably Park. That suck-up.\"\n\n\"Someone else goes 'Lilliputian.'\"\n\n\"And the boss goes 'There's rumors - feel free to deny it - that you send pictures of your humiliatingly tiny micropenis to complete strangers. Now, if it was me, I'd want to hide my shame. I wouldn't broadcast it.' The boss puts their hands together on the table, and then opens them. 'We'd like you to dispel those rumors.'\"\n\n\"And then, of course, the pervert feels all hot. Especially in his neck.\"\n\nThe businessman bit his lip. Hard. Enough to break through the skin. For his lip to start leaking black.\n\n\"Pervert probably goes-\" The woman's voice dropped, like a stereotypical idiot. \"_'Uh, I can assure you, I would never do anything like that.'_\"\n\n_I **would** sound like that._\n\n\"And the boss says 'Not that type of dispelling.'\"\n\n\"Pervert almost reaches for his pocket, where his phone is. 'You want to see my-?'\"\n\n\"Boss nods. 'Yes. We want to see your dick.'\"\n\n\"Of course he doesn't want to.\"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\n\"But the boss puts the boot down. Says if the perv doesn't show his dick he'll 'never work in this company again.'\"\n\n\"'You'll never work in this _industry_ again!'\"\n\n\"Doesn't leave the perv much of a choice, does it?\"\n\nThe businessman breathed a little harder, thrust his phone in and out a little faster.\n\n\"I think he's into it.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"He likes it.\"\n\n\"He _likes_ the shame. He _likes_ the hallucination.\"\n\n\"You mean humiliation?\"\n\n\"Yes, humiliation.\"\n\n\"He gets off on it?\"\n\n\"He _so_ gets off on it.\"\n\n\"So...\"\n\n\"So what?\"\n\n\"Which would be better? For him?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"If he likes being humiliated...\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Does he want to be humiliated now, or later?\"\n\n\"Oh, you mean like...being humiliated because he pulled his dick out-\"\n\n\"-Or the long-term humiliation from being fired.\"\n\n\"Because he's a pervert.\"\n\n\"Because he's a pervert, right. Everyone would know he's a pervert.\"\n\n\"He sends his resume to a company, and they go 'Isn't this that pervert?'\"\n\n\"Probably have a secret pervert blacklist.\"\n\n\"I think that's called the sex offender registry.\"\n\n\"Wife files for divorce. Tells everyone she didn't know she was married to a pervert.\"\n\n_Why aren't I married in this story?_ thought the man. He even opened his mouth-\n\n\"But that would make them stop, wouldn't it?\"\n\nHe left his mouth open, and the women went on.\n\n\"Licked his lips, didn't notice how they were thicker.\"\n\nThe man licked his lips.\n\n\"So he's in the meeting...\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"He's about to reach for his belt...\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"So he swallows again. puts the presentation-remote-thingie down, and he goes 'Do you all want this?'\"\n\n\"Everyone looks at each other, makes eye contact, kinda nods their heads.\"\n\nThe man's tongue spilled out of his mouth. And out, and out. It was flesh-colored near the root, like normal, faded to dark in the middle, and was tipped with white.\n\nAlso, someone had printed \" **tiny**\" straight down the middle, vertically.\n\n\"He bites his lip, puts one hand on his belt, and the other on his zipper.\"\n\n\"Probably thinking 'Am I really gonna do this?'\"\n\n\"He's getting hard.\"\n\n\"_So_ hard.\"\n\n\"No matter what he does, he's going to be embarrassed.\"\n\n\"Maybe he could ask to show it off in private?\"\n\n\"He could but...he won't.\"\n\n\"Doesn't want to.\"\n\n\"Because he's a pervert.\"\n\n\"A freak.\"\n\n\"Totally gross.\"\n\nThe white collar rose up to just under his jawline, curved along his jaw, up the side of his head, and forward, for **tiny** branding on his temples.\n\n\"Belt unbuckles in a second. Just leaves the button.\"\n\n\"I bet his hands are shaking. But not because he's afraid.\"\n\n\"He's totally getting off on it.\"\n\nThe darkness has spread from his mouth, covered his facial features, even his expensive haircut. All of that stuff was smoothed over into a vague headlike shape with vague indents, except for the big, shiny, dark lips.\n\n\"Did everyone just lean forward?\"\n\n\"Is this whole thing a setup? Did they set him up so they could ruin him? Humiliate him?\"\n\n\"Wait.\"\n\n\"Wait?\"\n\n\"Wait.\"\n\n\"Wait? wait for wh-oh.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\n\"Darn.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nHe moaned. One last time.\n\n\"Sorry, that's all we have time for today.\"\n\n\"But we left you a little souvenir.\"\n\nA giggle. \"And we _know_ you'll never forget it.\"\n\nThe phone slipped off the end of his cock. The end naturally sprang up, toward the window.\n\nAnd just when the phone hit the ground, he came.\n\nWarmth.\n\nTingling.\n\nAnd a firehose.\n\nWhen it was over, when he was finished, his hands flopped off the side of the chair. He let his legs slide off the window, hit the ground, _thump_. A lazy smile spread over his face.\n\nWell, his lips.\n\n\"You know the funny thing?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"The little perv is so busy jerking off he didn't even notice what happened to his dick.\"\n\n_My-?_\n\nHe blinked.\n\nHe bent over.\n\nAll the way over. Until his shoulders rested on his thighs, and he looked at his crotch upside down.\n\nHis dick was huge, and it said **tiny** on the side.  \n He blinked.\n\nHe...was bent double, reading his dick. No blood rushing to his head, no dizziness.\n\nAnd then, quite naturally, he noticed his thighs. His legs. His feet. His hands. His chest-\n\n_Forget my dick, what happened to **me**?_\n\nHis phone.\n\nHe grabbed it, hit selfie mode.\n\nTried not to scream.\n\nHis head was a smooth, dark oval. No eyes, no nose, no ears, no features at all. Except for the fat lips. And maybe-\n\nHe stuck out his tongue. It was a swirl of dark and light. Almost hypnotic.\n\n_How am I seeing?_\n\nFrom the neck to his hips, he was a pale silvery almost-white color. Mostly. The nipples on his fat tits were dark. There was also the palms of his hands, and the dark shape that went down the center of his chest and outlined his belly button, like a printed-on tie.\n\nFrom the hips down, he was an expanse of dark curves, except for the white along his thights, cupping his balls, and curving into text along the length\n\n**tiny**\n\nand his cockhead was still human, still his original skin color\n\n**tiny**\n\nbut still huge, grotesque. He bent over as far as he could, squeezed-\n\nAnd more of that dark and light stuff glooped out, landed on the carpet.\n\n**tiny**\n\nThe\n\n_(branding)_\n\ntext had an interesting pattern. If he looked close enough, he could see a pattern made up of smaller **tiny** s, and then smaller still. Smaller and\n\n**tiny**\n\nsmaller\n\n**tiny**\n\nand smalle\n\n**tiny**\n\nHe bl\n\n**tiny**\n\ninked.\n\nSomething in his ear went _Bloop._ Call complete.\n\nHow long had he been staring?\n\nRight. Didn't matter. He needed to...do something. Anything. Assess the problem. Triage. Start with the worst part.\n\nThe window was the worst part.\n\nThey could cut hum out of the suit. It _had_ to be a suit. His waist was in a corset or something, it couldn't be real.\n\nDid he have enough napkins in his bottom-left drawer? No, no, a few paper plies from Pretzelmaker weren't gonna cut it. Anyone could come by and see him. A news chopper, a window cleaner, the door-\n\n_The door-!_\n\nSomeone pushed the door open.\n\n\"Hey, I got held up by Accounting, you still working on that-\"\n\nThe coworker saw the massive dick, the...fluid spattered in stark white and black across the window. Sun shone through the thin spots in the gunk, gleamed off the shiny curves and points of the businessman.\n\nThe businessman looked like the wet dream of a pervert and a nightmare for HR. Along with the cleaning lady.\n\nThe coworker's mouth dropped open.\n\nFor a long, long moment, they just looked at each other. The clock ticked on the wall. The AC kept blowing. The computer hummed. The city outside the window passed by.\n\nThe coworker cleared his throat. \"What _kind_ of proposal?\"\n\n# \"tiny\"\n\n## 2021 Nequ CC By-SA-NC Fan stories/fanart welcome\n\n* * *\n\nI have never written \"fractal dick product branding\" in my notes before, and I probably never will again.\n\nFractal dick product branding inspired by Jurassic Park - the book, not the film - and Pophopper's G-Imps. I'd provide a link, but he seems to have vanished from the face of the Internet. It's hard to find examples even on shady freebooting sites, assuming I even wanted to violate his wishes.\n\nAnd I don't.\n\nAlso inspired by those two girls talking in The Macarena. And also those podcasts I listen to. Especially Radiolab. And that meme of anime girls laughing at a tiny dick. [Including this tweet](https://twitter.com/NotMahmaPuu/status/1252411710259884034);\n\nAnd [this one NSFW pic by inkbuns](https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post\u0026s=view\u0026id=3548622);\n\nAnd, of course, my old stories [Obeysance: Going Up](https://www.sofurry.com/view/773531) and [Bethany Feels Hoarse](https://www.sofurry.com/view/114346)(check my FA and Sofurry galleries). Note to self; link to this in that first story's description. Also, buy tea.\n\nSome of the Battlefield games have joke reloads on certain weapons. Instead of changing mags normally, the player character would levitate the new mag into the gun, for instance.\n\nIn the same spirit, I like to think that any time tiny, ahem, finishes, and it's headed toward a surface, tiny has a small chance of spelling tiny's own name.\n\nAnd yes, there are some deliberate inconsistencies.\n\nPhotobashing and references used for the illustration. Including myself. That was a really awkward meeting.\n\nHere's the original outline for this story;\n\nget maTCH. some guy SENDS dick pics. laughing pic. about to reject when gets chat request. puts in earbuds for privacy.\n\nbang screen. finger through first. then mouth. nearly caught by coworker who wants to bug him about x proposal,\n\nWhen the door opens, the businessman doesn't jump. A coworker poked his head in. \"Hey, you ready for lunch? We were gonna head down to that bar on 5th.\"\n\nThe businessman looked up, smiles. It's a good smile. He practiced. \"I just wanna finish up that proposal for-\" He faked a yawn. \"For the finance department.\"\n\n\"All right. Rain check, then.\" The door closed with a click, and the businessman exhaled. [i]Close. Way too close.[/i]\n\ncoworker uses surname.. dick through. told about backflow through earpiece. can't pull out. coworker comes by again, more bugging, more buzzwords.\n\n//businessman shoves phone under desk.\n\n//some guys from finance grabbed me, had to ask me about something. you still busy?\n\nUh [looks at screen] yeah.\n\nShame. Seeya later.\n\nhero hides phone under desk. feels chest swelling, waist cinching. are my lips swelling?\n\n-changing, i want pussy to i want a pussy\n\n'what do you want?'/pussy/that's right, you want a pussy./what? no, i-/you want cocks deep in you. you want people eating you out. all under a - do you like balls?/what/nvm. coinflip sound. balls it is. you want them sucking on your nuts. / dazed: who's them? / yknow them. they. you have someone you'd like to see under you, right? / ...coworker?\n\nfinishes tf, coworker comes round again. heroine spins around. phone falls off dick,\n\nlands on floor. drips of ejaculate land on it, fall through, puddle on edges. chest heaving.\n\nearpiece: have fun. call ended noise.\n\nawkward eye contact.\n\nyou know what, surname? nevermind.","series":{"name":"Shinyfication","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1595340-squishdragons-goldenrod-hypno-dragon-goo-tf.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1836908-collar-and-crown-futa-tftg-nanomachine-corruption.json"}}