My Experience with Dick Shrinking

She left my glans uncovered as she led me into the bed. "You know what you need," she whispered, her eyes bright with excitement.

I knew and laid back. She produced the pill, slowly bringing it to my mouth. Taking it down, I swallowed it as if on cue - feeling the familiar taste on my tongue.

I didn't get hard that night. Maria didn't care, instead kissing my lips with a passion that made me forget about my dick. Her fingers played with my nipples, making them stand up while we lay in each other's arms.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself hard again. The familiar morning wood was there, and I felt Maria's sleeping breath against my chest. But this time, I noticed that my pubis was covered in dried up semen. It appeared I had had a wet dream... Last thing that happened, I was still living with my parents.

When I told Maria the news, she smiled widely, her eyes gleaming like never before. "Oh, baby," She whispered, kissing my lips. "You are so precious."

I couldn't help but feel embarrassment mixed with pride - it seemed like everytime some change happened, I would feel sexually inferior, yet Maria found it as an achievement. The more I adapted to shrinkage, the more she reveled in control and pleasure. She made me feel more desirable than ever. We continued to feed me the pills every night, and every night, Maria would measure me.

Another change was taking place: my foreskin had started retracting, leaving a small opening at its tip when fully erect. It didn't hurt or anything, it just felt odd. Maria had been the first to notice and tease about it, her fingers exploring the newly exposed area with excitement. Her eyes gleamed with delight as if this was all part of our agreement. And yet, I couldn't help but wonder - what else could happen? Was there more to come?

But Maria loved it, playing with my glans with her fingers, teasingly tracing the tiny hole. "Look how much you're changing," she whispered, as if delighted by the sight of it all.

"It feels strange." I admitted, feeling vulnerable under her gaze. My whole life, my penis had been covered and now, exposed in ways beyond my control.

Maria smiled knowingly. "You will love it soon enough." She promised, kissing me passionately before taking my dick again. Her mouth was slow and deliberate, exploring every bit of it like a connoisseur. When she was masturbating me, it felt like each of her strokes was trying to pull down my foreskin even more - as if making sure it stayed exposed.

"Three point eight." She said one night, looking up at the ruler with excitement. It was a new low for us both, but I couldn't help feeling scared. My dick was a fraction smaller than ever before, and yet Maria seemed delighted by it all.

I didn't understand how much more I could shrink, or what would happen next. Already it was hard for me to penetrate her in certain ways, but she never complained. In fact, it seemed like she loved when my penis failed to fit inside her fully - she felt powerful as if making me adapt to her every whim. But I couldn't shake the fear of being too small, that one day it wouldn't be enough for sex. I seriously considered many times to stop taking the pills, to tell her no and halt this process altogether. It wasn't just about size anymore, it was a life decision, and the thought of losing Maria scared me more than anything else.

Yet, Maria kept giving me those pills, with each night our love deepened further. Her kisses were passionate, her touching explorative and demanding. She made me feel desired in ways beyond my old self-esteem, and yet, she never stopped making me submit. The power shift between us became natural - but so did the fear that I might be too small for her one day.

It was these thoughts that swam around in my head as I walked into the bar again, looking for a familiar face. It was a few months after the first day I took those pills. Sitting near my friend, we talked about life and women like always. But something inside me changed when he mentioned his girlfriend's pleasure.

"She loves it when I make her come," He said with a smile, "But sometimes I can feel guilty if she takes longer than me."

I nodded understandingly. I had been the same when I started dating Maria. My orgasms were always quicker, but she hadn't minded. She taught me how to last longer, how to pay attention to the way she was reacting, that there was way more to sex than penetration. It was one of our most intimate moments - and yet, I couldn't help feeling ashamed for my friend.

"It's not fair, is it?" I asked him softly, unsure where this came from. "Women taking so long, men expected to perform."

He nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we should be able to take as much time as they do. But you know what's worse? My girlfriend said I had a small dick..." He paused, looking at me with a hint of shame. "She said all her ex-boyfriend were bigger than me, and that made her come harder."

I felt my heart sink. If he was small at four inches five, what did that make me now? And Maria loved it when I couldn't even penetrate fully, but how long would that last? Would she leave for a man who could satisfy her better? The thought scared me more than anything else - yet, I wanted to help my friend.

"You know... I lied the other day..." ​I said slowly, unsure if I should continue.

He looked up, interested in my words. "What do you mean?"

"We were bragging about our sizes, right?" I explained, feeling awkward with the lie, "And I didn't want to admit mine was small like it is now."

My friend nodded understandingly, his eyes brightening as he took another sip of beer. "Yeah, we all did that. But what are you saying?"

"Well," I hesitated again, unsure how to explain myself, "Mine is smaller than yours... Like really small."

He looked at me in disbelief, but my words seemed true - he had no reason not to believe them. "What do you mean? How small?"

I shrugged, feeling a pang of shame and embarrassment. "Like three inches maybe, barely..." I admitted finally, the truth out there.

My friend looked shocked, then laughed. "You're joking right? That's like nothing man!"

"No," I said firmly, feeling tears sting my eyes with honesty, "It's really that small."

He shook his head in disbelief as if trying to process this information. "Man, how can you... you know, fuck?"

The question hit me hard - was it possible for me to have a normal sex life anymore? Would Maria leave me for someone who could satisfy her better? Shaking these thoughts away, I tried to focus on the conversation at hand.

"Women are different nowadays." I replied, trying to make sense of it all, "They want more than just penetration. It's not always about size but pleasure and connection."

My friend nodded slowly, still unsure. It sounded like every vapid magazine advice or article he had read. But I was a trusted friend, and his expression softened as if seeing something new in my words.

"I see. Thanks man," He said finally, putting down his beer with gratitude. "I'll try that trick with the tongue."

I grinned too. It was a small part of my explanation, but I was confident had listened to the rest just as much. And maybe, for once, it made me feel better about myself - that I did help someone understand what mattered beyond size.

Somehow, it made me feel more confident about my own fate. Maria was as loyal to me as I was loyal to her, and even if she loved smaller dicks, we were connected in ways deeper than mere physical pleasure. Maybe one day, when I would be too small, there would still be other ways to make love and satisfy each other. Right now, I wasn't scared anymore, but excited by the journey ahead.

When it came time to leave the bar, my friend awkwardly tapped my back with a pat on the shoulder. "Thanks for that man." He said, looking at the floor, not meeting my eyes. "Listen, umm... can I crash with you tonight?"

"What?" I asked, surprised.

He looked up with embarrassment, "I mean, I need a place to stay... My girlfriend left me, you know? And her apartment..."

Sighing in understanding, I nodded slowly - this was an old story too familiar. But he was my friend and I couldn't turn him away. "Yeah sure," I replied, feeling kindness well up inside. "It's ok."

He smiled gratefully, his hand on mine as we walked out of the bar together. I called Maria, telling her a friend of mine needed a place to stay and asking her if it was okay. She didn't hesitate before saying yes, happy to help another person.

Once home, my friend understandably looked around with wonder - our lifestyle felt like luxury compared to his usual bachelor pad. But he settled in quickly, making himself at ease. Maria was an excellent host, making him visit the whole apartment while I cooked dinner for all of us. There was no awkwardness between us during dinner. We talked about life, music, popular spots in town. When he talked about his economy major, Maria chimed in eagerly as she worked in finance. Their conversation about the finer points of residual benefits made me feel left out, but it was still nice to see them bonding.

Later that night, Maria and I retired to our bedroom while my friend took the guest room next to us. I was satisfied with my night and ready to go to sleep, but Maria was looking at me with excitement.

"Your friend is a good man," She whispered, her hand unbuttoning my shirt. "I'm glad you helped him."

I nodded, feeling grateful for her understanding too. It had been a long time since we talked about anything beyond sex or shrinking - it felt like old times when she cared about people outside of me.

Maria smiled brightly as if reading my thoughts. "He reminds me of an ex-boyfriend," She said, leading me into the bedroom, "Who also needed help after his girlfriend left him."

My heart skipped a beat at the revelation. Was Maria comparing our relationship to some past lover? But then I realized, this was just another part of her personality - making me feel special and unique among others.

"What happened?" I asked, feeling nervous but curious.

She was searching the drawers for something or other. "We were in love, he had a small dick too... And it wasn't enough for her."

I froze, unsure how to react. This sounded like my fears made real.

Maria saw my expression and laughed softly, kissing me as if reading my thoughts. "But we adapted together," She whispered with confidence, "And it worked out well."

Her words calmed me down, yet my mind raced with questions. How did they adapt? What happened after she left him? But I didn't dare ask, feeling the intimacy of the moment was more important than anything else.

"That said..." Maria continued, seemingly finding what she was looking for in the drawer, "He was different than you."

I felt a pang of jealousy - he must have been someone special to her. "Different how?"

She smiled knowingly as if feeling my jealousy, and then produced an electric razor from behind her back. "He shaved down there." She whispered, holding it up with amusement.

My eyes widened at the sight of the tool, unsure where this was going. But Maria quickly undid my pants, not waiting for permission. My dick sprung out, already exposed like always, but she turned on the razor, waiting a moment to see if I would protest or stop her.

I didn't - instead, I felt intrigued by her boldness. She started shaving me as I stood there, feeling the blade against my skin and pubic hair fall away. It was an odd sensation, yet somehow exciting too. And when she finished, I looked down to find myself fully smooth.

"You look good." Maria whispered with satisfaction, kissing my lips again. "Like you never had any hair at all."

It made me feel exposed in a way that was new, but also erotic. My small dick hardened under her gaze, ready for more. But she didn't touch it - instead, she sat on the tub's edge, waiting for me to join her.

"You know, he was different in another way," She said after a moment of silence, "But you're looking more and more like him down there everyday."

"What do you mean?" I asked, unsure if this was a compliment or not. "Was he really small? Smaller than me?"

Maria smiled but shook her head. "No, just different... He was circumcised."

I felt my eyes widen at the thought, never considering that before. My dick had always been uncut, it was a part of me as much as anything else - to have it cut away would be strange indeed. But Maria seemed to understand my confusion, explaining further.

"I didn't mean I want you circumcised," She laughed softly, "But look at your own dick now, how it looks like. It's becoming more and more exposed every day."

I looked down at my erection. She was right and I knew it, but it was something else for her to point it out. My penis head, usually totally covered even when erect, was about half-exposed nowadays. My foreskin had retracted so much that the glans stood out in a way I couldn't ignore.

"I see what you mean..." I said slowly, feeling embarrassment mixed with pride. It wasn't everyday a woman compared your circumcision status or lack of it. But Maria seemed fascinated by this aspect of me. "But why are you telling me about this?"

She smiled mischievously, "Because I want you to masturbate for me."

My heart raced at her words, my dick getting harder as she spoke them. She wanted me to pleasure myself in front of her. Somehow, this felt more naughty than sex. Maria and I would always have sex together, but the idea of doing something just for her was new and exciting.

"What do you mean?" I asked, unsure of myself.

Maria grinned wickedly, taking off her clothes as if reading my mind. "I want to see how it looks when you're masturbating. You can touch yourself however you like."

Without a word, I obeyed. It had been months since I jacked myself off. Maria and I were always intimate, so it seemed strange to do this alone now - yet her request made me feel desired in ways beyond any other time. My hands moved automatically to grab my dick, yet I overshoot. Apparently I was still not used to my smaller size.

"Take your time," She whispered with amusement, "You don't have to rush."

I felt embarrassment. She knew what had just happened, that my unconscious mind still expected my dick to be bigger. But she seemed more interested in the journey than the destination, as if watching me adapt and learn for herself. And so, I grabbed my dick and began jerking off.

It felt totally different. Without pubic hair, every stroke was a sensation on exposed skin - it made me feel like an exhibitionist somehow. My eyes locked onto Maria's face, her gaze never leaving mine. Her smile grew with each second of pleasure, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by it all.

It was also harder to jerk off standing up. All my life, I did so while laying down on my bed or sitting down in front of the computer, playing with myself while looking at crude porn. Standing up was practically a challenge. But Maria seemed to enjoy it, watching me adjust and adapt to my new situation.

And yet, the biggest change came from my foreskin, or rather lack thereof. It retracted more than ever before, exposing even more glans than I was comfortable with. As an uncut guy, I always masturbated using my foreskin as leverage - rolling it up and down against my glans, teasing myself like that way. Now, it had receded so much that I could only bring my foreskin halfway up, barely covering the head of my dick. The rest remained exposed in a way that made me feel vulnerable.

Instead of stimulating the underside of my glans, I was forced to ​stroke my shaft, hoping the movement of my foreskin would create enough friction to be enjoyable. It wasn't as pleasurable but Maria seemed fascinated by my struggle. And when she saw me try to pull up my foreskin further, she couldn't help but start touching herself in front of me.

"You look so cute like this," She whispered with a smile, her hand on her pussy. "Like you're trying to cover yourself."

I felt embarrassment and excitement at once - it made me feel desired even more than sex. But I didn't dare stop masturbating or adjust myself, not wanting to disappoint her. Instead, I continued stroking as best as I could, feeling the pleasure slowly grow inside.

I couldn't even use my whole hand to masturbate. I was so small that only my thumb and index finger had enough space to grip. I was literally only able to jerk off with two fingers. I felt pathetic, but Maria was enjoying every second of it. And when she reached climax, she let out a moan of satisfaction, watching me with a smile.

"I came before you," She said softly, still smiling at my dick. "But you look like you're close."

It wasn't true - my orgasm wasn't that close yet. But the thought made me feel wanted, as if this was all for her pleasure. And so, I continued stroking myself until finally, my body tensed and released. It was an odd feeling, my legs were trembling like a terrified fawn, struggling to keep me upright as my orgasm subsided.

Maria watched in amusement, her hand on her pussy still. The moment felt intimate beyond anything else, but it was over too soon. My dick softened, leaving me unsure of what to do next.

Maria stood up, approaching me with kindness in her eyes. "You're beautiful," She whispered, kissing me gently. "I love you."

I joined her back in bed. Even after all that, she feed me a pill, making sure I kept shrinking. The ruler looked weird, the bottom part no longer covered by my pubes. And there was another change now.

"Even soft, your glans is a bit exposed," Maria said with satisfaction.

I grabbed my small dick and turned it towards me. I saw my glans, the very tip of it. My foreskin had retracted so much that even flaccid, it wasn't enough to totally cover anymore.

"Did you know it would do this?" I asked her, feeling confused. "You never mentioned."

Maria shook her head, amused at my surprise. "No, but I love how it looks. It's like your penis itself wants to be exposed all the time now."

I wasn't sure I agreed, but before I could argue, she grabbed my dick again and pulled down the foreskin fully. It was a small movement, but felt different from her hand-made adjustments of old. A simple flick instead of a pull. Before I could react, she straddled me. My dick hardened, feeling her wetness on top.

"You're ready?" She whispered with confidence.

"Wait, my friend is-" I started, unsure if he could hear us or not if we started making noise. But Maria didn't wait for an answer, guiding myself onto her in one fluid motion.

It was rough. With her on top, totally in control, she held nothing back. My dick, small as it was, couldn't fill her fully - but the sensation of being inside made me feel alive again. And when she moaned, I felt a glimmer of satisfaction. My hips entered the rhythm of her ​movements, multiplying our pleasure.

But still, my size mattered. It never filled her completely and there were moments where we both adjusted to fit better. Twice my penis slipped out of her body, causing us to pause. But Maria didn't mind, instead guiding me in with a gentle hand until I found myself back inside. She loved it all, moaning louder and louder as if enjoying every second.

And then, without warning, she came on top of me - her orgasm strong and intense like always. Her legs shook around mine, making me feel small but also desired. Her voice was loud, expressing pleasure beyond anything else. I was sure she was deliberately making sure my friend was hearing our love making.

My dick was still inside her. I stopped pumping away, but Maria didn't care. Instead, she held onto me tightly, her body shaking with a second climax. And when it ended, she whispered softly into my ear, "I love you."

She slowly grind into me, her whole body relaxing against mine. My dick quickly plopped out of her sex. Every stroke of her body made the tip of my penis press against her vulva. ​It felt strange and awkward, like she was teasing me. I really wanted to penetrate her. Everytime she moved, I could feel myself about to enter her, but it never happened.