A guy with an absolutely tiny cock accidentally transforms himself into his girlfriend’s big dicked mom.
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Okay, so I’m small.
And I don’t mean I’m short. I’m 6’8’’. I envy Hagrid’s ability to find clothes that fit. Andre the Giant at least could find shoes. No, when I say I’m small? That means just one thing. Those of you confused, I’d be willing to gamble you don’t have a dick. Or have never looked in the mirror when you get out of the shower.
I got a tiny dick, alright? And I don’t mean in that “oh, I’m a grower” sense. That’s the first thing people go for, you know? “Oh, just wait until he’s hard”, all that shit. No. I’m small. I got a baby dick. I’m not afraid to admit it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. When you get exposed to something enough, you either learn to deal or let it eat you. I’ve had 25 years with this miniscule thing. I’ve tried the pills, tried the pumps. Had all the pep talks about being a “late bloomer” I could take.
So I’ve had to deal.
It’s not all bad. Adiva, my girl, she doesn’t mind one bit. She’s this sweet, tiny thing. Five foot nothing, with a smile that lights up a room. She’ll just hug my waist, and say “Khalil, be at peace. I love you for you, got it?”
Man, when she does that, I just hugged her right back. I’ll kiss the top of her head through the hijab, and we just hold each other. Adiva, she makes me feel whole, you know? Like maybe all the self doubt and worry, it’s really nothing. And like, with her religion and all, it’s not like it’s a worry at the moment. We’re a strict post-marriage kind of couple. Which ain’t bad…
I guess.
I mean, I respect her wishes. But I’m still me, you know? Just because I agree to something doesn’t mean my humanity is gone. Getting horny, wanting to jack off, all that is still human. Agreement or no. What I feel, and what I do, it’s natural right? But, like. Lately, it’s been getting harder to feel that way.
You know how people say post-orgasm your mind clears? You get all these revelations you didn’t have before? Like, for me, I can ignore the size when I’m horny. For a little bit, I forget I’m four inches hard. Then I cum, and I look down. I’ve got my cock between my thumb and forefinger, and it’s like a bag of bricks drop. I worry about pleasing Adiva. I worry if I’m sterile, if we’ll be able to have a family. It’s a big deal with her, you know? And like, in that moment, I get this gnawing desperation I normally don’t have. It’s teeth are palpable at the back of my brain.
And in that, I’d give damn near anything to fix it.
Damn near anything.
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“Oh! Oh FUCK ME with that BIG DICK!”
The porn on screen, it turns to back-ground noise. I came two minutes in, and was just laying there. Endorphins flooding my body as I stared at the ceiling. I felt good, felt warm.
Then the guilt came like ice water. My cock shriveled to the point of non-existence. I slammed my laptop close, and the moans died at once. I turned and placed it on the nightstand, and tried to roll over. I figured hell, maybe I could just sleep the pain away. That’s always the best course, right? But I was laying there, thin spurt of cum on my thigh. It was still warm, soaking into my skin. Right along with every kick I gave myself.
You’re tiny. You can’t get her pregnant. This is fucking embarassing, man. She hasn’t even seen it. Can you just imagine her face when-
I breathed out my nose, and tried to close my eyes.
When that inevitably didn’t work, I reached for my laptop. I did my damndest to distract myself. It wasn’t the first time-when I’m fighting myself, I just kinda click where I click. I try to crawl into some rabbit hole of pop-culture from years ago. Conspiracy theories, whatever does the trick. With enough color and noise, you can forget anything for a time. Tonight, it was a witch craft.
Yes, witch craft. I started with the Salem trials, and spiraled out from there into modern wicca. People who willingly call themselves witches and wizards. I stifled a snort while I scrolled. I mean, how the fuck couldn’t you, right? Believing in magick in 2019, it’s the worst way to LARP Harry Potter. I stayed my hand from typing some snark. These people, they had enveloped themselves in these groups. All it would net me is a bunch of insults and a ban.
But I kept clicking. And kept clicking. After about an hour or so, I wound up on a site where folks offered their “magical services”. Everything from tarot reading to love spells. And always with “promised results” phrased just vague enough to work. Most of the ads were these super over-the-top, Lord of The Rings meets Charmed styled things. I saw a lot of very pale people in ren-faire clothing. I had a decent laugh, just rolling through them.
But then I came across one, tucked between A BIGGER BUST-TODAY! And PROFESSIONAL RAVEN GROOMING SERVICES. It wasn’t like the others-a black field, with white lettering. On it was just a few things:
LaCroix
Chaote and Problem Solver
Contact:
Beneath it was a phone number. I don’t know why it struck me so. Maybe because it wasn’t as pretentious as the rest. By being so plane, it stood out. There wasn’t some picture of this guy in a wizard robe. No long bearded old-head in a Grateful Dead shirt. Just a name, and a number.
So when I picked up my phone, my fingers already dialing, I didn’t stop myself. Blame it on boredom, blame it on being in a rabbit hole. But I was curious. I dialed and put the phone to my ear, surprised to hear it ringing.
After about five rings, I was ready to hang up. Then there was a click, and a rasping voice said “Tiny dick, right?”
I almost dropped my phone. My jaw was slack as I laid there, cum drying on my thigh. I tried to move my tongue. Anger flushed over me, and my tone came out so much harsher than I meant.
“Excuse me?”
“Tiny dick,” came the raspy voice. “That’s what you’re calling about, right? You want a bigger cock?”
“Man, I don’t even-” I started, but the voice broke into a laugh. It was like the crunch of broken glass on concrete.
“Actually, you do know my name. It’s right there on the ad,” he-it absolutely was a he by the bass-replied.
I slammed my laptop shut. The voice snorted, and said “Alright, alright. No need to get testy. Or maybe there is. Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
“T-the fuck? Are you watching me?! Are you fucking watching me, man? Some kind of hack shit, is that it?” I said, almost spitting.
“No,” replied the voice with a calm that only made me angrier. “I’m a chaote. I wanted some fun, and the universe provided. You? You want fun too, don’t you? And maybe a solution to your little problem,”
I almost hung up, right then and there. This voice, it was so fucking cocky, but that wasn’t the only thing.
It knew about me. That, more than the fact it seemed so fucking brash, made my stomach tight. I rolled my tongue over my lips, a bead of sweat forming at my brow. A moment of silence passed, and the voice spoke again.
“I can do it, but it’s not going to be how you want. I just hope you know that,”
“Do what?” I spat.
“No need to be coy Leonard,” said the voice.
That made me sit up. My heart began to pound against my ribs, but my tongue still fell dumb. So I sat there, phone glued to my ear, sweating and nervous.
The voice spoke again, and said “Leonard? I know you’re still there. I know you’ve tried everything-but sometimes there’s just so much room in a body. Yours, it reached its peak a long time ago. You know that, don’t you?”
“Fuck you,” I said. I opened up my laptop, and the screen flicked back to the ad. I tried googling absolutely anything about this guy, but nothing came up. I heard the voice cluck it’s tongue, and it gave another snort.
“Leonard, really. You want help, I want entertainment. There’s no reason we can’t be civil. You want a big dick, don’t you? Answer me. Or do I need to recite more of what’s trapped in your skull?”
My hands froze over the keys. I sat there, just breathing. When I swallowed, it felt like a rock was being forced down.
“Fine, fuck. Yeah, I want a bigger dick. Probably your number one request, ain’t it jack ass?”
“Just Jack will do, Leonard. And no-it’s finding car keys. I can do this, though. Easily at that. But I’m going to need you to understand it’s not simple just because it’s easy. And-”
“And you accept all major credit cards, right?” I said. I finally found it-a chance, a reason to laugh. However embittered it was.
There was another beat of silence. One I reveled in as long as I could-right until the voice spoke again.
“Have I mentioned charging you in any capacity? Do you see anything on the ad asides from problem solver? I’m a warlock, Leonard. Not a charlatan. Now hold your tongue, or I’ll make it wag in a way that appeals,”
I snorted, the bubbling warmth in my cheeks starting to die down. It drained to my chest, and I felt my lips begin to twitch. The first few minutes had disarmed me for sure. But he could have got that information any number of ways. I leaned forward, and stared right into his ad.
“Oh yeah? And just how are you going to do that?”
“Leonard? Stop,”
I laughed. This had all the appeal of the crank calls I’d made as a kid. I laid back on my bed, the phone pressed to my ear. “Why? You’re not going to do anything. You’re probably some fat guy that sits in front of his computer all day,”
There was an audible snap. Not like the phone line popped or anything. I blinked, and pulled my phone from my head. The display said the call was still on-going. I smirked, and rolled my tongue over my lips.
“What’s the matter, cat got yo-”
I stopped in all the time it took for my voice to register in my brain. Because it wasn’t my voice. What came out of my throat sounded just like-
“Are you going to place nicely, mister Wolf?”
There. On the other end of the line, it sounded like me. All the warmth and bravado that made my chest rise? It sank into my intestines as ice water. I felt sweat break on my brow, and I swallowed. When a laugh came through the line, it was mine.
“That’s a good boy. Now, with that out of the way-a big dick. I can do this for you. But you’ve got to understand mister Wolf-Magick isn’t grifting from the aether. It’s a lateral exchange. You want a big dick? You’ve got to take one,” said Jack.
Another snap, like someone in the room was ready to do slam poetry. When he spoke-it was with his old tone. I reached up and caressed my throat.
“A big cock, a bigger gun, a bigger bank account. None of these are power. It’s the ability to take with impunity. That’s power. To use it is self-actualization. So-” said the warlock,
“Just who do you want to gift your plight to?”
“I-uh. I don’t really-I mean, I wouldn’t know anyone with a…”
My mind was reeling through images of my friends. Not to pick one out-but to try and think of even one I could do this to. I mean, I had friends. They were great people, but after all the sleepless nights? Who the fuck would wish that on anyone?
Jack snickered, and said “Oh, there’s someone. There’s always someone, isn’t there Leonard? Why, I’d be willing to bet it’s the person you’d least expect, wouldn’t it? The gift of power. Of dominion over another. It’s never expected,”
With the phone clutched in my grip-that’s when it happened.
When I settled on someone. Their face, their features were so distinct in my mind that they blotted out all else. But with their image came the curl of my lips. There was no possible way-there just couldn’t be.
Then the snap came again, and all fell dark.
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Okay, so funny thing. Adiva’s mom? Huge dick. Massive. Think of the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. It dwarfs that. If you’ve ever seen like, a horse cock? Bigger still. I’m serious. And like, this wasn’t something I was privy to. I mean, it’s not like you can just walk up to your girlfriend’s mom and ask that, you know? I mean, how do you even start that kind of conversation?
“Hey, is there a reason your burka is so flowing?”
And like, it’s not as though I peeked her or anything. Adiva’s mom, she’s a real sweet lady. But quiet, all reserved like. She liked me enough I guess, but not enough to leave the door cracked when she bathed. This isn’t some kind of porno.
What makes this so hilarious is I found this out the same way I found out magic was real. Real gut buster, that.
And this. The thing between her legs, it’s not just a big dick. It’s practically a third leg. Every step I take, it smacks past her knees. Right at her calves. The head is so big it billows out of the palm of her-my-hands. It’s always dripping, too. The pre-cum is so thick that it sticks to you like glue. I took the first drop of it when I woke in her body, and slathered the head in it. My god, the smell. It was sweat and animal musk all rolled into one. Sitting there, rubbing the head and watching it get slick?
I almost forgot to block my own phone number on her phone. Then the house phone, and Adiva’s when she left it on the couch.
Jack did say it was a lateral exchange, after all.
And mommy doesn’t do returns.
Adiva, she was really curious when no texts came. No calls. When she found out she was blocked on all my social media? It was hard, seeing her cry like that. Confused and alone, wondering what had happened. Something I’m sure her own mother was going through right now every time she unzipped.
But it was okay. I-I mean, mommy-stepped in to help her girl. After all-it’s what mothers do, right?
I held her close, I patted her head. I told her it was all going to be okay, that I was there for her. I told her I loved her, and I’d take care of anything she needed. She was my albint jamila, after all. She deserved, at the least, comfort.
By any means she could find it.
I pulled away her hijab, and she looked at me. Her eyes were wet and full, even as I gripped her chin. Even as I throbbed beneath her, and watched my girthy cock raise from beneath my burka. Her ebony hair met my grip, my thumb pressing past her lips as she slid down my girth. She fell to the floor, her face flushed as she inhaled deeply.
I knew the smell hit her just by how slack her face was. By how her eyes widened as she came eye to eye with the swollen tip. Her lips wavered all of a second before she leaned forward. Her eyes fluttered closed.
She was so affectionate with her mommy. Not like she was with my old, shriveled and useless flesh. And you know, funny thing.
I’d been so nervous about getting her pregnant.
But the only thing I worried about now was fitting.