My Experience with Dick Shrinking

My friends had always made fun of me for dating an older woman, but such teasing was clearly born out of jealousy. Here I was, 19 years old, dating a stunningly beautiful woman who was over twice my age and yet she still managed to turn heads wherever we went. Her name was Maria, and she was unlike any other woman I'd ever met before - confident, intelligent, and with a deep passion that could only be matched by her beauty.

We had met at a local bar. Me and some friends were enjoying well-deserved drinks after a grueling and brutal exam period, when she walked in looking for a break from the monotony of her daily routine. She sat down next to me, ordered a whiskey, and struck up a conversation that would change everything. We talked about life, love, and all things in between, and soon enough, we found ourselves exchanging numbers and making plans for our first date.

My mates thought I was crazy, but they couldn't deny Maria's charm or beauty. And as it turned out, neither could I. Our relationship blossomed quickly. She was more than eager to take my virginity, showing me the ways of pleasure and desire like no one else had before. But there was something different about her - she had an air of experience that only came with age, a wisdom that spoke volumes beyond her years.

As she was making a pretty penny in finance, she soon argued that I move in with her once our relationship became serious. I didn't have any objection about it. My two-room apartment couldn't compare to Maria's luxurious penthouse, but I was happy just being near her. And so we settled into a routine that would define us for months to come: work and study by day, pleasure by night. I knew my mates often complained about how difficult it was to bring a girl to orgasm, but Maria made me feel like the luckiest man alive as she taught me new ways of lovemaking every single time. She knew what she wanted, and never hesitated to take it.

One evening, while flipping through channels on TV, we stumbled upon a late-night reportage about an ancient tribe in South America. An obscure offshoot of Olmecs, they were known for their heavy use of drugs, plants and rituals. It permeated every facet of their society, from birth to death. The presenter spoke of how men would take some plant or other to better hunt, how women would chew others to increase fertility. But there was one practice that caught our attention - the shrinking of penises as part of a coming-of-age ceremony.

As it was not uncommon in the ancient world, (Ancient Greece comes to mind) small penises were seen as the ideal of male beauty. Big penises were vulgar for this tribe and the cultural norm was to keep them small and compact.

Maria's eyes lit up at the mention of such a practice. She seemed captivated... no, entranced by the idea of her man having a smaller member. It wasn't just about control or dominance but something more primal, an innate desire that only she could explain. As we watched, I saw the passion ignite within her - a hunger that couldn't be ignored.

"Imagine," she whispered in my ear, "a man so devoted to his woman that he would shrink himself for her pleasure."

I shuddered at the thought and yet felt myself harden. Maria was always one step ahead of me, reading my desires before they even formed. I felt her hand on my crotch, rubbing it gently as if feeling its size. She leaned closer, her lips almost touching mine.

"Would you do it for me?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

My heart raced with excitement. The idea of reducing myself for her pleasure was a turn-on beyond belief. But did I dare? Would I truly be willing to go through such an act just to please her? My penis wasn't the biggest, but it was certainly not small either. If I could, I would make it bigger, not smaller. Yet, there was something about Maria that made me want to give in, to surrender my control and serve her every desire.

She felt my growing cock pulsate under her touch, sensing its size as she teased me further. "Would you do it?" She repeated, more insistent now.

I nodded slowly, unable to speak for fear of losing myself completely. The idea of pleasing her had taken over everything else. I knew it was impossible in reality to shrink a penis like that, but the thought alone sent shivers down my spine. And yet, Maria's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect - the thrill of submission, the power dynamic that lay ahead.

We made love that night, and for weeks after, the fantasy remained between us. We spoke little about it, but she would often touch me as if measuring its size or grip it lightly as we fucked. We weren't shy talking about sex or desire, yet she never really revisited this idea directly. She would find ways to subtly ask me about what I thought the average size was in our culture, how it affected men's confidence. It was always a topic of conversation that left me on edge, unsure where it led to, but Maria seemed content with my answers, and it always led to more sex.

One evening, as I came home from uni, I saw her sitting on the couch. It wasn't a surprising sight - she often waited for me, ready to greet me after a long day. But there was something different about her posture today. Her eyes were focused, intentional, like she had an idea. And when I approached for our daily kiss, she embraced me with a fervor unlike before.

"James, do you trust me?" She whispered in my ear, voice low and flirty.

I nodded without hesitation, feeling my heart race at the thought of what might come next. Maria always knew how to turn me on, and yet this time it felt more real than ever.

She pointed at a small package I hadn't noticed earlier - a parcel that lay by the door. "It arrived today," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "From an old friend."

Confused, I looked back at Maria who was already opening it. Inside were several pill bottles, wrapped neatly in foil, along with instructions. She handed them over, smiling mischievously. I took them, but the labeling was in a language I couldn't understand. It wasn't English or Spanish. Probably Portuguese? In any case, it was pretty clear that most of the words were specialized pharmaceutical terms, something outside my knowledge.

"What is this?" I asked, still trying to make sense of what she had brought home.

Maria grinned and kissed me again, her lips lingering on mine as if tasting for my response. "It's time," she whispered, "to shrink your penis."

I froze at the thought, but Maria's hands were already undoing my pants, pulling out my cock. It grew hard in anticipation, trained to react with every touch from her. She stroked it slowly, teasingly, feeling its size with a newfound fascination that left me breathless. I couldn't believe this was happening - after all these months of fantasizing about being smaller, here we were, ready to make it real.

"Do you trust me?" She asked again, looking up at me with an intensity that made me shiver.

For maybe the first time in my life, I pushed her away. This was too much for me. I saw on the couch, pants-less and still hard. Maria sat to me, looking unfazed by my rejection.

"I- I need to know more." I said. I loved Maria, and I did trust her but not enough to blindly take these mysterious pills without knowing what they contained or how they worked. "What's in them? What is this exactly?"

She leaned back, smiling as if expecting it all along. She handed over a small pamphlet with the instructions - surprisingly enough, they were in English. It was still medical jargon, but I could make out that it was indeed made for shrinking penises.

Maria explained it was a modern version of those ancient plant medicine used by that South American tribe. The pills would slowly reduce my size... permanently. And yet, she promised me that it was safe every step of the way. The process was gradual, allowing us to adjust to the change. There were possible side-effects, including importance and pleasure changes, but Maria had researched them all. She knew what she wanted, and I was the man who'd give her exactly that.

"It's your choice," she said softly, "but I want us to do this together."

I couldn't deny the temptation, But there was a part of me that feared the unknown - losing my masculinity or control over my own body. What if it affected other areas too? It wasn't just about size, but also power in bed, confidence outside of it. I looked at her with hesitation - this wasn't just about sex anymore. It was a life decision... And yet, as Maria's eyes begged for my trust, I saw something deeper within them - a desire that went beyond sex. She wanted more than just pleasure from me, she needed to dominate and submit in equal measure. She wanted our lives to be bound by this act.

"Let's do it," I said finally, feeling the weight of choice settle on my shoulders. "But if I want to stop, we stop."

Maria nodded, relieved but still holding onto my hand. We were in this together, and her grip never let go as I took a pill with a glass of water. We both looked at my dick, harder than it had ever been, but there was no changes, obviously. We both giggled nervously - what now?

"Stay here!" Maria suddenly ordered, leaving me alone for a moment. She returned with a ruler, smiling mischievously. It wasn't the first time she measured my size, but today felt different. Her eyes sparked with determination as she held it against my cock, taking note of its length. "Five inches point six," she said, and wrote it down on paper. "The average is five inches point five." she added, looking at me with a grin that made me want to take her here and now.

As instructed, Maria made me take another pill every day. We developed the habit of making me swallow a pill in bed, usually before sex. Everytime after I swallowed a pill, she would kiss me while touching me, feeling my penis with her nibble fingers. Her tongue would explore my mouth, as if checking if I really did swallow or not. And when we had sex, it was different - slower, more deliberate. She more often than not took the lead, and I surrendered myself completely. When she was sleeping, I often lay awake in thought, imagining those mysterious chemicals slowly working to make me smaller.

Days passed, weeks too, but there were no changes yet. Maria assured me that patience was key, that it could take up to a month for results. But every time she measured, I grew harder with anticipation. The idea of being permanently small, forever shrunk, excited us both. We talked about new ways to pleasure each other, how we'd have to adjust our lovemaking - and I found myself more turned on than ever before.

And then one day, as I was masturbating her, Maria caught my hand. "Stop," she said suddenly. Licking her wetness from my hand as I waited, confused by the command, I observed her nude form twist away from me, searching for something or other in her bed drawer. She returned with a ruler, holding it up to me.

"Measure it." She whispered, eyes bright with excitement.

I felt silly but did so, measuring my dick against the small lines. I didn't expect anything, In fact, I was secretly of the opinion that those pills Maria had bought had been placebo, inert sugar pills to fool customers.

I looked at the result but I didn't really react. Five inches point five. Maria twisted herself again to look at the result with my, her breasts pressing against my chest. "It's happening," she said, the excitement palpable in her voice.

"Well, you know, boners can vary in size." I said, trying to play it cool. I was saying the truth of course. Any man knows that erections are different and it wasn't a reliable measure of shrinkage yet. But inside, I felt a surge of fear and anticipation. What if it wasn't just placebo?

Maria didn't listen, but instead lowered her head towards my crotch. She sucked on my dick as never before, taking me deeper than she had ever did. Her tongue played with my foreskin before swirling around its tip, teasingly. As she always did, she soon rolled my foreskin down to taste the glans, which usually made me cum in seconds.

But this time was different - she threw her head back, leaving my throbbing dick covered in her saliva. I felt a gasp of air as she let it slip from her lips and looked up at me with a intense gaze. She grabbed the ruler again and practically stabbed me with it. "Five inches five!" she announced triumphantly.

I couldn't believe it - I didn't feel any smaller but Maria seemed ecstatic. My dick was as hard as it could be after that divine blowjob, still erect for more, on the verge of orgasm, and yet, it was undeniably smaller than before. The evidence was slim, but Maria was elated beyond belief. She kissed the underside of my glans, and I erupted over myself like an inexperienced freshman. Thankfully for my ego, ​Maria climaxed in record time too, reaching her orgasm with but a few flicks of my tongue.

Days passed, weeks too, and we kept measuring every night, checking the results. It wasn't always consistent, but slowly, surely, there were changes - my dick was shrinking. And with it, so did our love deepen. Maria loved me more than ever before, taking control in bed as if to prove that she had made this happen. She would order me around, making me to do things that made me feel more like the start of our relationship than the mature balance we had reached. The power dynamic shifted, and I found myself submitting to her every whim.

Hanging out with my friends one night, our conversation shifted from homework to the girls in class. Being happy in my relationship, I was more than content letting them talk about their own struggles. But when they brought up sex, they wanted my input.

I had never really been in the habit of conversing about my bedroom life. The topic did come up with Maria near the start of our relationship, and I knew she was ok with me being explicit if such conversation came up with my friends. She liked being thought of as a sexual being, and as far as she was concerned, we were an open book. So, when my mates asked if there was anything new and steamy in my life, I hesitated.

"Actually," I said, "Maria is... more dominant lately?" I said, unsure of myself.

"Ohh, so you're into that." One friend replied, sounding intrigued. "Like, bondage or something?"

"Not really," I clarified, feeling the need to explain, "It's just her taking control in bed, making me do things I wouldn't usually."

"Lucky you. I always wanted a girl who would make me cum like that!" Another chimed in, clearly jealous.

I shrugged it off - they had their own desires and needs. But as we talked more about girls, my thoughts turned inwards. How would they react if they knew I was shrinking my dick? Would they even understand such an act of submission for love? It seemed so strange, yet Maria loved it, made me feel desired and powerful every time she took charge. But being with my mates, I couldn't help but feel somewhat ashamed or embarrassed by the idea. Was this a sign of weakness, to give up control like that?

"Hey guys, weird question," I piped up, once everyone had had a few beers, "but do you think... women would find smaller penises attractive?"

They laughed at first, not taking me seriously. But as I pressed on, they listened intently - my friends were always curious about such things. "You know, ancient Greece and Rome, those cultures that valued small penis size as more manly."

One friend shrugged, "I guess it's different strokes for different folks, but I don't see how anyone could prefer a smaller dick over what we have nowadays."

"What we have? How big are you?" I shot, my face turning red as a tomato as soon as the words left my mouth.

They all laughed at what they perceived to be a joke. I played along, not wanting to reveal too much of my secret. But inside, I felt the weight of shame and insecurity - was Maria being selfish with her desire? Would any other women really find me attractive with less size?

"Hmm, seriously guys, aren't you curious about... how much we're packing?" I asked again, more desperate this time.

Their eyes met mine, and for once, they seemed intrigued by the idea. "I'm nine inches." One friend said confidently, while another followed up with his own number, eight point five. The third hesitated before admitting to eight. They were all way above average, I would have bet none of these numbers were truthful.

"Come on," I urged, feeling a need to confess my own secret, "That's bullshit. I know you're lying about your sizes!"

They grinned at me, but didn't deny it as one guy spoke up. "So how big are you?"

I hesitated, unsure if they could handle the truth. I didn't know how big they truly were, and I was down to five inches. A bit smaller than the average. Swallowing, I said my number - "Five point six."

Their faces changed immediately, their gaze looking down at their own glasses. It was a very uncomfortable silence. Were they really that big? Was my old number still puny in comparison?

"I'm five point eight." admitted another friend, breaking the tension with his voice.

"I'm five point one." The second added sheepishly, leaving me feeling better.

We looked at our last friend, who hesitated before admitting to four inches and a half. We all laughed it off as we drank more beer, the conversation soon turned back to sexual exploits and reassurances that size didn't matter much after all. Internally, I was feeling better about myself. I had been bigger than most of my mates, and even now, I wasn't the smallest. But with one last sip of my beer, I realized I might become the smallest here.

Coming home drunk as a skunk, Maria greeted me with her usual warmth. "So, how was your night out with the boys? Did you miss me?" She asked, teasingly.

I grinned at her. The truth was that I did miss her. It was a bond only she could provide, the intimacy between us that made me feel whole.

"It was very fun. We learned lots." I drunkenly replied, feeling buzzed from the alcohol and the conversation. "But one thing... guys talked about penis sizes."

Maria's eyes lit up immediately - it was her favorite topic. "What did they say?"

I told them my friends' numbers. Her reactions to their sizes were interesting, more so when I mentioned the smallest of the group. I felt a small pang of jealousy then. But Maria just grinned at me, her hand on mine as she leaned in for a kiss.

"Most of your friends are bigger than you now. You know that," She whispered with a hint of excitement.

"Yeah but..." I said, feeling unsure if this was a good thing or not.

"Why did you lie?" she whispered into my ear, "You could have been honest."

I hesitated, unsure what to say next. My friend's lies were still fresh and the idea of being more truthful felt uncomfortable. But Maria's hands slid down my pants, her fingers finding their way underneath.

"You're not five point six anymore..." She whispered, stroking me gently as if measuring it with her touch. "Why did you lie to your friends?"

I was too drunk to come up with an answer. I wanted to please her, to be a good boyfriend, but the truth felt heavy on my tongue. And yet, she didn't let go until I spoke out loudly: "I don't know."

Maria smiled at me, her eyes bright and confident like never before. "Next time, you'll tell them your real size. You won't hide from them."

Kissing me, she led me to the bedroom, where she undressed me, taking my pants off as if it were the most natural thing in the world. However, my dick stayed flaccid. The alcohol made me unable to perform, but Maria wasn't bothered by it - ​in fact, some corner of my mind vaguely noted that she seemed fascinated with my lack of erection. She played with its foreskin, teasingly stroking it like a cat with a new toy. Usually such touches made me ready in seconds, but tonight I couldn't react. It appeared she was greatly enjoying covering and uncovering my glans without any intention of sex.