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Damon trudged through the front door of his house and began to kick off his shoes, muttering under his breath all the while. "Welcome home, honey. Did you have a good day at school?" Came his mother's voice from somewhere else in the house.

"Fiiinnne." Damon called back robotically. It annoyed him when his mother talked to him like that; it was like she was treating him like a child... then again, everyone treated him like a child. It was all because of how he looked. Despite being a senior in high school, the young Dalmatian looked pretty much like a little pup. He was just a hair over five feet tall, he was skinny as a rail, and he had a face that was often described as boyish, even cute. Even his shaggy black hair seemed to exude childishness somehow.

He was also less developed in other ways as well, which is part of why his mood was so foul today. He had had a run in with a group of the school bullies in the locker room earlier today. The terrible trio as they were called, led by none other than the obnoxious, ruthless, and undeniably hot and hung Blake. Blake had the body of a Greek god... unfortunately he had the personality of one too. Damon had never met someone so stuck up, so self-assured, and so rude in his life.

The day had gone well enough until football practice after school. Damon was on the team, as odd as that sounded. He was by far the smallest guy in school, but he was very athletic. His body didn't show it, though. He had such a compact musculature, that unless he was topless he didn't look like he had an ounce of muscle on him at all. He was still sorely outclassed in terms of size though. His saving grace was that he was fast. His coach had urged him to take up track and field instead of football and save himself an inevitable injury at the hands of a careening linebacker that was easily four times his size, but Damon loved the thrill of the game, and he definitely found it a lot easier to cut loose and challenge his previous speeds when he had a few hundred pounds of muscle chasing after him like a rampaging bull.

Damon was sort of like the team mascot in a way. Many of the other players went out of their way to look after the little guy on the field and at school. It was a little embarrassing, but it had its perks. About the only guys who didn't treat Damon like that was the quarterback, Blake and his posse. It seemed like Damon couldn't go a single day without Blake making some snide comment about how little puppies needed to get off the field and let the big dogs play. Today was no different.

Damon had done a good job of hiding his junk all school year. He always kept a towel around his waist when he was traveling between the lockers and the showers, and he made sure to shower in one of the little stalls that had a curtain on it so he could shower in peace. For the most part, nobody bothered him. There were plenty other guys who didn't feel comfortable letting it all hang out so Damon didn't stand out. There were other guys who loved to show off, though. Especially Blake.

Damon was trying to mind his own business, but Blake kept drawing his attention. The quarterback was standing up on one of the benches telling a very rousing story about how he had singlehandedly won the last game for them. The grey wolf was bare-assed naked like he almost always was while in the locker room, and the animated gestures he made while recounting his daring victory caused his huge, thick, foot-long schlong to wobble and sway enticingly before Damon's eyes. Damon must have stared a little too hard because before he knew it, Blake was staring right at him.

"Enjoying the show, kiddo? Maybe I should come over there and get you two extra well acquainted." The big, muscular wolf teased. Damon was too shocked that he couldn't even muster a comeback. All he could do was stare mutely as the giant, grey-furred football star cleared the gap between them in a matter of seconds. Before Damon knew it, Blake was standing right in front of him. He was so close that Damon could actually feel the heat emanating off of Blake's grey-furred muscles.

Damon felt even smaller than he normally did standing so close to such an impressive figure. At at seven feet tall, Blake had a good two feet of height on the little Dalmatian, but perhaps even more impressive were Blake's muscles. Blake had one of those builds that just seemed to put on mass with ease. Either one of his massive pecs was bigger than Damon's head. Each and every bump in the dude's eight pack set of abs was the size of the football that Blake loved to toss around so much. His massive, bulging quads were thicker than Damon's torso. His biceps were the size of basketballs. He looked like he could snap Damon in half like a wishbone with just one hand.

Damon's hands instinctively shot down to cover his crotch. He was rock hard from the glorious spectacle of Blake's fantastic body and phenomenal cock which were exposed for his viewing pleasure. The sad fact of the matter was that he probably would never have aroused any suspicion if he had not tried to cover himself. Damon's maneuver caused Blake to glance downward and sneer. "What are you hiding there, little buddy? You got something to show me?" Damon fervently shook his head no, but Blake was already reaching down to pluck his towel away. Damon clasped his hands down harder, but he was soon thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing him from either side.

Damon looked up in shock and saw the face of one of Blake's lackeys grinning maliciously at him. Wayland was a decent enough mink when he was by himself, but he could be a real douchelord when he was in the presence of his idol. Damon didn't even need to look to his left to know who the other pair of hands belonged to; if Blake and Wayland were here, then he could be sure Raleigh was in on it, too. Sure enough, Damon looked to the other side and saw the chunky red panda sneering at him. Raleigh was easily the heaviest player on the team, which served him well enough when tackling people and served him doubly well when it came time to administer swirlies in the bathroom.

Damon struggled as best he could, but his arms were being held fast. He could do nothing but watch in horror as Blake reached down and effortlessly plucked the towel from his waist. Damon's stomach churned and his heart pounded. There was no getting out of it. He would soon be outted to the entire school, both as being gay and, even worse, being ridiculously underhung. There was a collective gasp from the football team as Damon's junk was revealed. Everyone was staring at him wide-eyed with shock, everyone except for Blake that is; the wolf grinned maliciously at the tiny little pecker that stood fully rigid before him.

Damon's dick was tiny. That's the only way to really describe it properly. Even fully boned it just shy of three inches and about as big around as a Crayola marker. His balls weren't any better off. Each one was only about the size of the candied portion of a Dum-Dums lollipop. To make matters even worse, even while he was fully boned like he currently was, the excess skin of his uncut cock completely covered the head.

"No wonder you've been hiding behind that towel all year." Blake sneered. "Well. We've all already seen it. So no need to keep hide it anymore, is there?" Blake said mockingly as he chucked the towel over his shoulder. He then reached past Damon and pulled the little guy's gym bag right out of his locker. Damon didn't like where this was going at all.

Damon looked around the room pleadingly. Everywhere he looked were faces that were simultaneously amazed by how little he was and ashamed that they could do nothing for him. As much as most of the guys hated what was being done to Damon, no one dared oppose Blake. The quarterback was invincible as far as they were concerned. Not only could he and his lackeys kick the shit out of anyone in a fight, but the faculty would never lift a finger against their star player.

Blake made a gesture towards the door. Damon didn't understand, but Wayland and Raleigh sure seemed to. Damon felt his stomach sink again as he felt the two meatheads lift him off his feet and start carrying him towards the door. Damon was too mortified to even struggle. He knew he couldn't break free even if he tried. All he could do was hang there, suspended by the two bullies as Blake led the charge around the school. Blake stomped through the halls, hollering and cheering, calling for everyone to come out and gawk at Damon's poor genetics.

To make matters worse, Blake had not bothered to dress before leaving, so Damon was getting a great view of the beefy stud's thick, muscular ass. Damon couldn't help himself. He was rock hard and dribbling pre despite his current embarrassing predicament.

It was after school so fortunately most people were already gone, but there were quite a few clubs still active. For once, Damon hated how popular the marching band seemed to be at this school. He chalked it up to the fact that football was such a huge deal here and the band got guaranteed seats to every game. Normally he loved having the band members there to watch him play; he was friends with quite a few of them, but now there were well in the neighborhood of two hundred students out on the field to gawk and giggle as the bullies paraded Damon's tiny wang in front of each and every one of them. Blake made sure to flaunt his own wares so that everyone could compare the two. The net result was that Damon's tiny little dick looked even smaller by comparison. Blake's floppy footlong was over four times bigger than Damon's little boner.

Damon was angry to say the least, but he couldn't do anything about it. Being so helpless just made him feel even tinier and more pathetic. He couldn't even muster the energy to sob. He just went slack and retreated inwards. It was almost as if he left his body and began observing the spectacle from a vantage point off the field. Everything seemed so strange and distant to him.

After what seemed like hours, but was really closer to only thirty minutes, Blake and his lackeys got tired of the game; it just wasn't any fun if their mark wasn't making any effort to resist. They dumped him haphazardly on the front steps on the school and emptied Damon's gym back all across the front lawn before running back to the locker room to get their gear and go home.

Damon just sat there for a few minutes, trying to will himself up from his seat at the top of the concrete stairway. For the most part he was alone with just his thoughts and the overwhelming sensation of embarrassment. Fortunately it was getting dark already so the few people that drove past couldn't get a look at Damon's dick... although, even if it had been bright and sunny out, Damon doubted anyone would have been able to see anything; he was hung like a squirrel after all.

Damon eventually got up and trudged listlessly around, aimlessly plucking up the various pieces of clothing. When he got his underwear he stepped into them more out of habit than out of necessity. He really had nothing to hide anymore; the damage had been done.

Even just thinking back on it made his stomach churn and his blood boil. He wanted to scream in rage, but all that came out was a frustrated groan that was muffled by his pillow. He continued to bury his face into his pillow even as he heard a knock on the door. He ignored the knocking even as it came again, louder and more urgent than before.

"Damon, honey. Don't forget to write your letter to Santa." Came the voice of Damon's mother.

Damon grumbled in response, but this too was muted by the pillow. Damon continued to sulk into his bedding for a while longer. His mom's words still echoing in his mind, adding insult to injury. He was eighteen goddamn years old, and everyone treated him like a third grader. Even his mom acted like he was seven years old. "Fine. You want me to write a letter to Santa?" The Dalmatian muttered angrily as he hopped out of bed and stomped over towards his desk.

"Dear Santa. All I want for Christmas is for you to take that douche bag ass wipe of a quarterback and his two little turd burglar sidekicks down a few pegs. Lots of love, Damon." Damon recited out loud as he scribbled a hasty note on the back of an old homework assignment.

He looked at the letter and chuckled to himself. It was an honest to goodness hearty chuckle and not some malicious, ironic chuckle. Somehow even just the act of imploring some mythical being to reign down great vengeance eased his heart a bit.

With his mood mildly elevated, Damon was able to relax a bit. He plopped down on the beanbag chair in front of his TV and fired up the old Xbox and embarked on a high seas quest of assassins, pirates, and pirate assassins. Not that many people saw him after all, and most of them would be sympathetic. It's not like he had to worry about them anyway. He was off for the next three weeks thanks to winter break. Just about all the gossip would have died down by then. More importantly, Christmas was but three days away. Damon hated to admit it, but he always got genuinely excited for Christmas. He felt like a little kid again, which annoyed him most of the time, but he could afford to be a little childish during the holidays.

He went on his noble quest across the seven seas until the wee hours of the night. It wasn't until almost three am that he finally decided to get some sleep. He staggered over towards his bed and flopped facedown into the pillows and was asleep the second he made contact.

He was awoken later by the sound of a small voice shouting at him. "Hey! Listen!" came the irritated yet chirpy little voice. Damon rolled over groggily and stared at the tiny figure that stood on the edge of his pillow. Damon could make out the details of the little guy. He was kind of cute, really. He had large, pointy ears, bright blue, wavy hair which matches his brilliant blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. The little guy was also bare-assed naked with the exception of two holly berries that were worn in his hair like a couple of oversized hairpins and some holly leaves that were wrapped around his shoulders like a mantle. Damon glanced down towards the elf's Netherlands and smirked when he saw that the little dude was hung. The elf's cock dangled down to his ankles, which granted, only made it about an inch long, but that wasn't much smaller than Damon's own and it looked amazing on the tiny guy.

"Hello." Damon said groggily. "You're an elf."

"No shit." Said the elf. "I'm here to talk to you about your letter to Santa."

Damon arced an eyebrow skeptically but didn't react more than that. He was sure that this was just a dream so he decided to play along. "Am I in violation of the ToS?" Damon asked sleepily.

"Not at all. Actually, that's why I'm here. I've been sent to arrange a little comeuppance for your tormentor." The elf stated proudly.

"That's nice, Navi." Damon muttered and began to drift back to sleep.

"Hey! I'm not done with you yet!" The elf shouted. He balled his fist and landed a solid punch right into Damon's eyelid. It wasn't enough to really cause any pain, but it was enough to startle the sleeping high school senior. The Dalmatian jumped out of bed like a frightened cat and ended up toppling right over the side of his mattress. He smacked his hand hard against the night stand as he did so which really, really hurt. "Jesus Christ that hurt!" He yelped. "Wait... that hurt...? I'm not dreaming, am I?" He muttered dumbfounded.

"Bingo. Now about your request." The elf confirmed.

"Wait... Santa's real?" Damon said happily. His eyes lit up like a kid's on Christmas.

"He's very much real." The elf stated.

"But I thought my parents set the presents out. I mean, I caught 'em doing it last year." Damon muttered, thinking out loud.

"Yeah. Our operation has gotten too big to hand deliver everything like in the old days. He has taken to outsourcing a lot of the tasks. He helps the parents get the presents in order and then lets them set them out. He just makes a few personal appearances to keep up the PR and such." The elf explained.

"But you're not here for presents, though..." Damon responded in a hushed whisper.

The elf's grin turned darker and menacing. "Nope. I am here for some good old fashioned punishment." The elf's tone made Damon's skin crawl. "It's not all lumps of coal, you know. For the more extreme cases the big man likes to call on me."

"Who are you, anyway?" Damon asked.

"I'm an elf, obviously, but I suppose if you need a name... I'm Faxanaduriel. My friends just call me Faz, though." The elf stated thoughtfully as he twirled a finger through his wavy, blue hair.

"Am I a friend?" Damon asked nervously.

"Sure. You rank pretty high on the nice list, which is part of the reason I am here. When nice guys call for a smackdown it is bound to be good." Faz said, chuckling sadistically as he did so.

The elf's chuckle made Damon's skin crawl. He was glad he was on the nice list, and he was very interested to see what the little guy could do.

"So, what did you have in mind?" Damon asked.

"I'll let that be a surprise, but for now, I think you should get the door." The elf replied cryptically.

Damon was about to ask what the elf meant, but his train of thought was derailed before it even got off the platform when he heard the doorbell ring. Damon didn't even stop to think. He jumped up and hauled ass to the front door. He flung the door open and was greeted by the giant, muscular form of his nemesis standing right before him.

"So this is where you live." Blake said smugly. Damon was understandably baffled. He knew that the elf had to have something to do with this, but what good could having the bane of Damon's existence show up at his door and buck naked no less. The wolf didn't have a shred of clothes on, not even a pair of shoes. The only item he brought with him was his iPhone which he kept clutched in his left hand.

"Uh. Does he realize he's nude?" Damon asked the little blue haired elf that appeared on his shoulder.

"Hell yeah I know. Why not ask me directly instead of talking to your imaginary friend, ya fuckin' queer." Blake replied mockingly.

"It's a little quirk I whipped up. He's gonna be a full time nudist from now til the end of his sorry, bitter life." Faz explained. "The best part is, he and everyone else will think it's completely normal."

"I hardly see how this is a good punishment. He loves flaunting his stuff." Damon muttered.

"Oh. This is just the warm-up. I've got a few good tricks up my sleeve that I am sure you'll love. But for starters why not give him some basic commands." The elf said cryptically.

Damon glanced over at his pint-size copilot and cocked an eyebrow incredulously. Blake has never listened to a thing Damon has ever said; why would he start now?

"Well. Come on in." Damon said half-heartedly.

"Like I would come into your place." Blake said smugly. "I was just here to show you the pictures we took yesterday." Blake explained as he stepped into the house.

"You can take those pictures and shove them up your ass." Damon muttered to himself.

To his surprise, Blake bent over and began to shove his phone right up his ass. The phone was covered in a thick, rubberized protective case so it didn't appear to be in any danger of breaking, but the case made the phone far larger than it would have otherwise been. Damon was amazed at how easily Blake was shoving it up his right ass.

"Wow. He's had some practice." Faz said jokingly.

"Did he just do what I told him to?" Damon asked. He couldn't believe it to be true but it was hard to deny what he was seeing. For once Damon was glad for his tiny cock because it was currently rock hard and leaking pre, but thanks to its size, his tent was barely even noticeable.

"Exactly. He'll do everything you ask him to, but I made sure he kept his personality intact. It'll make this so much more fun in the long run." Faz said. Once again the elf was chuckling sadistically, which made Damon's hairs stand on end. He had to admit that he was extremely curious about what the elf was plotting though.

Damon's attention was directed back towards Blake's cock. The huge stud had gotten completely hard during his little bit of anal play. Damon couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Tell me honestly." Damon managed to say. His voice cracked a bit, but he was determined to see this through. "Are you gay?"

"Hell no!" Blake said with a sneer. "I might be a little bi, but what're you gonna do about it? No one will ever believe you if you try and tell them." Blake gloated. Blake seemed only momentarily confused when he blurted out being bi, but it didn't stop his bravado for long. Damon was surprised by how freely Blake admitted to it. He knew it was the elf's magic, but it still seemed so strange to hear it from the horse's mouth, or wolf's mouth rather, especially when said with such gusto. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe Blake didn't even know about his bi side. It would certainly explain a lot.

Damon's mind began racing. He had control over the bully's actions, but what could he do with it? No matter what he commanded Blake to do, Damon would still have to listen to the quarterback's douchey mouth... unless.

"Suck me off." Damon said suddenly.

"Like I would want to go down on your dinky little tool." Blake mocked, but despite his words he was already down on his knees and was pulling down the waistband of Damon's boxer shorts. Damon was already rock hard from watching Blake's little phone play. His tiny little three inch boner sprung up happily to meet the jock's mouth the second his waistband was down.

Damon's tiny cock vanished into the jock's mouth. It was strangely humiliating for him. He was the one in the position of power. He was the one who was getting a blowjob from the homophobic asshole of a quarterback, but his tiny little dick came nowhere near filling the stud's mouth. It didn't even reach the back of Blake's throat. The whole thing was just making Damon feel even smaller. That still didn't stop him from creaming though. He'd never been sucked off before and the quarterback was surprisingly good at it.

Damon let out a long, low moan as he pumped his modest wad straight into the jock's mouth. "Yeah... Swallow it all..." The Dalmatian murmured lustily. To his surprise Blake gulped it all down and began to suck and slurp the excess spooge off of Damon's tiny dick. Damon looked down at the big, grey-furred jock, but even though he was riding high on the afterglow, he couldn't bring himself to smile. He just felt so icky and puny.

"What's wrong?" Faz asked. There was a hint of sadistic glee audible in his voice. Damon wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he had an idea that Faz had something up his proverbial sleeve. "It feels good, right? So why don't you seem happy?" The elf teased.

"It's just making me feel smaller." Damon murmured. Despite his misgivings about his size, Blake was giving him a masterful sucking off. The way the stud's tongue rolled against his cock felt amazing. Damon was in danger of creaming again any second now.

"Oh? Are you saying you want to be bigger? What if I made yours even bigger than his? I bet that'd really put that big bully in his place." Faz said. He let out a twisted chuckle as he goaded the small teen on.

Damon let out another spurt just from the mere mention of being hung. He had to stop for a moment to think about it. Just the mention of being huge was enough to get his heart pounding and his body trembling with anticipation. Damon had no doubt that his new friend had it within his power to do it. With one request Damon could be hung beyond his wildest dreams. That would surely shut up that jackass of a jock... for a minute.

Damon's heart sunk and his libido tanked. As much as he would love to be huge, it would only benefit him. There were far more people out there who had suffered just as much as he had the hands of the terrible trio. Even if Damon were hung, it'd probably just spur Blake on to tease him about his height, build, and especially his orientation even more, and Blake would still be free to torment anyone else he chose. No, if Damon was going to do something. He'd need to strike a decisive blow.

"No..." Damon said with a sigh. "That won't teach him anything..."

"That's too bad." Faz replied. His playful tone seemed almost sarcastic. The elf let out another devious chuckle, "You've got a better idea, I take it?"

"Still talking to your imaginary friend, fag?" Blake cut in quickly. Having already completely cleaned off Damon's knob, Blake was back on his feet and had his arms crossed in front of his chest and his crotch pushed forward in a pose that both exuded superiority and drew even more attention to his huge muscles and his massive cock.

"You wish." Damon replied with a sneer. The little guy's sudden defiance caused Blake to cock an eyebrow in mild surprise. He found it amusing that Damon could be acting so tough. He figured it was probably because the shrimp thought he had home field advantage, but had Blake realized the true danger he was in, he would have fled as fast as he was capable of.

Damon then turned back to his new friend. His lips were curled up in a wicked smile that rivaled even that of the tiny elf's, "If we're going to teach him a lesson, we've got to take away the source of his power. We're going to have to break his pride." Damon said, giving a slight nod towards the quarterback's immense junk. Faz seemed to catch on instantly. The little elf was practically double over laughing with sadistic glee.

"I may have a spell to help with that." Faz continued playfully. "You can transfer size from another person. So say for example, you could take some of that big, hung jock's dick and add it to your size."

Damon's mouth hung open in shock. It was too good to be true. Not only could he take this asshole down a peg or three, but he could make himself hung in the process? That sounded too good to be true.

"Of course... it's not a very useful spell..." Faz explained. Damon's heart sunk. Of course it wouldn't be that easy... "You can't just take size. It has to be given freely. No one would willingly give up their dick, especially not this big oaf whose entire ego is built around it..."

Damon's gaze dropped to the floor. He was just about to give up hope. He was irritated and angry, but more so than that, he was disheartened. Why would the elf even bring up such a thing if it would never work? Damon's glance fell back upon his new friend. He gazed into Faz's eyes as if pleading for some sort of explanation or alternative. To Damon's surprise, Faz's green grew wider and became even more sinister. "Well, unless they couldn't deny a request, but what are the odds of that happening?" Faz added darkly. The tone of the elf's voice made Damon shudder, but there was something else causing his body to rock.

If what Faz said was true then Damon could simply asked for some of Blake's dick and Blake would be forced to comply. The thought of both getting the cock of his dreams and completely dethroning the reigning douchelord supreme was too good to be true, but did he want to do that? Even if Blake was a total asshole, stealing away some of his dick just seemed wrong. It's like the ultimate bro code taboo. The very thought of it made his skin break out in goosebumps. Sure, Damon had been the one to suggest it, but the more he thought it over, the dirtier he felt.

Damon staggered back a few steps and stared at the jock as Blake once again began to advance forward, glaring menacingly at the much smaller Dalmatian. Even though Damon could just order Blake to back down, the sheer size and ferocity of the hulking wolf made Damon recoil in fear. "Just what do you think you're talking about? Break my pride? With what? You're built like a scarecrow and hung like a Ken doll. You call that a cock, runt?" He said mockingly. "That barely even counts as a dick. If you try and tell anyone what just happened here, I'll say I went down on you because I thought you were a girl. Even up close like that I still couldn't even tell you had a dick."

Damon's blood was boiling. How could this assclown be so smug given all that has happened? The words were forming before he could even think to stop himself. "Well, maybe I am small... How about you give me some of yours?" Damon spat.

"I would if I could. Hell, I'd let you have all you want, but it's never going to happen. Some dudes are just born lucky. Unfortunately for you, you were born a needle-dicked little faggot." Blake said mockingly.

Faz was rolling around on Damon's shoulder, cackling like a lunatic. "He actually said you could take ALL of it! Oh, god, what a moron! Haha!"

"So... what happens now?" Damon asked his tiny new friend.

"You take as much or as little as you want. He gave you free access." Faz explained as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He was still giggling, but at least he had quieted down enough to be able to talk.

"Just remember. No take backs." Damon said as he turned to look back at Blake with a devious sneer.

For the first time all morning, Blake felt uneasy. Strutting around naked and even going down on that little queer seemed perfectly natural, but suddenly, something felt... wrong.

"Let's start off light." Damon said casually. "I don't need a lot. I just am sick of being below average. An inch or two should be fine."

Blake could feel something strange; it was like a tingling sensation across his cock and balls. It was like the feeling he gets when it's cold out and his junk pulls inward, but his dick stayed just as hard as before, and his nuts still remained loose and saggy.

Meanwhile, Damon was feeling a wonderful surge through his nethers. His dick and balls felt like they were bristling with energy. Damon's now chubbed cock was swelling before his eyes. Two inches may not have seemed like a lot for the super hung jock, but to little Damon, it almost doubled his size, especially since the two inches seemed to be added to his soft size instead of his hard size. His little chubby swelled from a bit over two inches to about four inches. He could already tell that he would be around five full inches if he got fully hard. Damon was ecstatic; he no longer had a tragically tiny little dingle. He was well within the range of what was considered normal.

Blake was more aware of Damon's growth than his own shrinkage. He stared in awe at the steady swelling of the little dog's tiny wang. "What the fuck did you just do?" The wolf muttered.

"Nothing much. I just took you up on your offer." Damon said smugly.

Blake furrowed his brow. He looked genuinely worried now. Apparently he wasn't as dumb as he looked and was piecing things together. He looked down at his own fully boned cock and pressed it against his abs. Sure enough, the tip of his dick just barely reached past his belly button. He was still plenty hung; his cock was still almost eleven inches when fully hard, but he had lost two full inches from his max size. The bottom rim of his thick glans used to sit well above his belly button.

"Give it back!" He shouted angrily.

"Can I do that?" Damon asked skeptically. He looked over at his shoulder and saw that Faz was shaking his head. The little elf had a sadistic smirk on his face so Damon couldn't tell if Faz was unable to undo the spell or just unwilling, but it didn't matter either way. "Huh. No can do. Looks like it's a one way exchange. All sales are final, bro." Damon replied smugly.

"Cheeky little shit. How about I just break your goddamn legs." Blake said menacingly as he stepped forward. He certainly looked ready to do some serious bodily harm. He looked absolutely livid and was popping his knuckles threateningly like a cheesy comic book villain.

"How about I just help myself to another inch?" Damon replied mockingly. Damon hadn't actually meant to take even more. He knew he was in no real danger. He could just tell Blake not to attack, and the big, buff jock would have no choice but to comply. Damon could feel the warmth pulsing through his groin. Apparently just suggesting it was enough to initiate the transfer.

It was obvious that Blake could feel the changes too. He stopped his advance dead in its tracks and froze like a gargoyle in sunlight. He slowly turned his gaze downwards towards his still fully boned cock. The tip of his dick now reached right up to his belly button. He was down to a solid ten inches; still huge by most people's standards, but that was a full three inches that he was never getting back. To make matters worse, those precious inches had gone to that irritating little pipsqueak.

Blake lowered his hands down to his side and glared at Damon suspiciously. He couldn't decide what his best course of action was. Somehow the little twerp could absorb some of his dick. There was no telling how he had this power or how much he was capable of.

For a moment the two antagonists stared at each other in silence. Neither one really knew what to do. Ideas were racing in Damon's head. There was so much he had the potential to do now, but did he really want to? He could strip Blake of every last inch, and he would be well within his rights to do so... Still, that seemed like a really dick move, even to someone like Blake.

Faz was tired of waiting. He had planted the seed for something truly vicious, but it looked like he still needed to sprinkle a little water here and there to really get things blooming. "What's the hold up?" He asked curiously. He tried to hide his anxiousness as best he could, and he did a pretty good job of it. His voice came out almost annoyingly chipper. "Not having second thoughts, I hope?"

Damon's mind was suddenly flooded with every instance of torture he had endured at the hands of the towering, muscular jock. Yesterday had been by far the worst case, but it was by no means the only one. Damon felt himself reliving the torment and embarrassment he had been subjected to as Blake and his cronies had paraded him around the school for all to stare at and mock. Damon's blood was boiling. He was so angry he was actually shaking. He had to ball his hands into fists to keep them from trembling. His jaw was beginning to hurt from the intensity which he was grinding his teeth.

Suddenly Damon began to chuckle. It was a dark and twisted laugh that made Blake's blood run cold. "No." Damon said. "I was just thinking of a suitable punishment."

Blake's forced, nervous smile faded instantly. He did not at all like the sudden attitude adjustment the little guy had undergone, especially considering the strange powers he had suddenly gained. "Hey, now. I think I've learned my lesson, right? This is about yesterday, right? I'm sorry OK? And look. You're not tiny down there anymore. There's no reason to be ashamed, right? I mean, what have you got there? Five inches? It looks good on you. Any guy would be happy to have that." Blake muttered nervously as he slowly backed away out there door.

"You're right." Damon mused thoughtfully. "Any guy would be happy to have that much. Wouldn't you agree?" Blake wasn't sure if Damon was talking to him or not. It seemed like half the time Damon was talking to the air today. What Blake did know was that he didn't at all like the tone of Damon's voice nor the creepy smile that had come over his face.

Faz watched on, cackling in sadistic glee as Blake's cock began to dwindle once again, this time faster than before. Blake felt the chill and began to panic. "No. No. I didn't mean it like that. Make it stop!" He pleaded. He realized all too late what he had said, and now he was going to be practicing what he preached.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy? I thought you said any guy would be happy to have five inches." Damon asked playfully. Yet despite the light, airy tone of his voice, Blake could tell that he was being anything but playful. The almost vacant expression in Damon's eyes and the creepy grin on his face made the words seem hauntingly cruel. Had Blake been able to see Damon's new friend, he would have noticed a very distinct similarity in the demeanor of both the elf and the short Dalmatian.

Blake pulled at his cock as if trying to keep it from withdrawing farther. He could feel it getting continually thinner and smaller between his fingers as if it was trying to escape his grasp. Blake was legitimately panicking now. He wasn't sure whether to cry or throw up. This all felt so surreal. It had to be a dream. He wanted it so bad to be a dream, but he knew deep down in the very core of his being that this was all too real.

His dick finally stopped receding. He let out a slight sigh of relief, but he was far from being happy about his current predicament. He was now average and painfully so. He was actually a little less than average. Five inches may have looked good on a little guy like Damon, but on him it was ridiculously small. He reached down with one hand and gripped his throbbing shaft. He wasn't at all surprised to see that his palm all but eclipsed his dick; just a little bit of the head poked out over the edge of his fist.

He was now down to less than half of what he had started with. His cock, which had originally been as thick as Damon's wrist, was now about as big around as a milk cap. His previously huge nuts, which had been as big baseballs, were now little bigger than golf balls. Despite their shrinkage, his nuts still hung nice and low in his sack, which just made it all the more obvious that his balls had legitimately shrunk and hadn't just pulled inwards on account of the chill.

"I've got a fun idea." Damon said playfully. "I kind of feel like showing off my new goods now." Damon playfully stroked his now eleven inch shaft as if to really drive home the changes. Damon couldn't believe how great it felt to be so huge. His whole cock felt many times more sensitive before, and he had enough room to get both hands around his dick if he wanted too; hell, he had room to get a third hand around there if he wanted to. His nuts also felt nice and huge in their sack. They had swelled exponentially, making them just ever so slightly smaller than baseballs.

Blake knew he didn't want to hear what Damon's idea was. He panicked. The only thing he could think of to do was get as far away as he could. Maybe if he got far enough away he could outdistance whatever magic Damon had. Blake could leave the country if he had to, start over somewhere else and keep what little dignity he had left just as long as he got to keep his dick.

"Not so fast." Damon said flatly. Blake found himself all but coming to a halt. He felt like he was running through thick tar. It took him almost ten second just to set his foot down. He gave up after that. There was no way he was going to get anywhere at this pace. "You're staying with me." Damon said mockingly. "The fun is just getting started."

Damon looked down at his shirt and then looked at the elf on his shoulder. "It seems kind of silly that only he gets to enjoy streaking. I would love to show off my new improvements." Damon said excitedly. He was practically jumping with joy at the thought of showing his new and improved hard-on to anyone who would look. Yesterday when he had had a three inch baby dick he was ashamed to show off, but today he was packing damn near a foot long of rigid schlong. What's more, his nemesis had been chipped down to a relatively small five inches. Damon couldn't wait to parade the big, buff bully around town and let people ogle their size difference.

Faz was grinning from ear to ear. His smile looked twisted and malicious, but Damon wasn't at all creeped out by it. If anything it felt reassuring to see the twinkle in the devious elf's eyes. He knew they were on the same page now. The whole point of the little elf coming to see him was to deliver comeuppance after all, and that is exactly what Damon had in mind. Blake's punishment would be nothing short of poetic.

Damon shucked his shirt and turned back to the big bully who was now fidgeting nervously before him. Blake's hands were down over his softening cock in an effort to hide his shame. Damon frowned and crinkled his nose in annoyance at his buff tormentor. "That's no fun. Show me what you've got." Damon said. Blake complied without really thinking about it. He let his arms fall slack at his side, leaving his now four and a half inch chubby completely exposed.

"Great! And don't even think of covering that up again!" Damon said playfully. Damon then reached down and rifled through his pants that had been long since discarded until he found his wallet and car keys. He stuck his thumb through the key ring and tied his wallet to his wrist. "You and I are going to the mall!" He said joyfully. The look of almost manic glee in Damon's eyes made Blake shudder. The wolf wanted to flee from this crazy pup, but for some reason he just couldn't will himself to do so.

Blake knew it was just going to get worse, too. With so few shopping days left until Christmas, the mall would be a madhouse; hundreds, if not thousands of people would be packed into a small area. Everywhere he went would be more and more people to stare at his fully exposed, comically reduced dick. He was already down to a laughable five inches, and he doubted he would be keeping that much by the time all was said and done. He tried to think of his option, but his panicked mind was having trouble focusing. To make matters worse, he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He knew on some instinctive level that he needed to get out of there, but it was as if his body was overcome with apathy. He just couldn't be bothered to try and go anywhere. It was as if he had a deep-seated need to be near the little guy that now controlled his fate. He couldn't even bring himself to try and cover his junk, but this wasn't the same sort of apathy that overcame him before; this was something far more insidious. He literally could not even think about trying to cover up; the idea just never crossed his mind. He realized that it was embarrassing to let his small junk hang out, but that was as far as his train of thought would take him.

Damon stepped out onto his front lawn with Blake following close behind. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping, and the neighbor was out working on his yard. Damon's almost a foot long cock was standing at attention. He was just so excited to be showing off that he felt like he could pop at any second. He was trembling with anticipation. He wanted to just take everything that Blake had and give himself a truly massive cock, one bigger than Blake had ever had, but Damon resisted. As great as it would be, it would defeat the overall purpose. A sinister smirk crossed Damon's lips. He was going to make Blake suffer. He was going to make sure that that jerk learned his lesson once and for all.