“Look, maybe it’s not such a bad thing …” Mia demurred, her hands gently teasing from your arm down to your chest down to circling the tufts of hair below.
“Not a bad thing? Seriously? My dick is shrinking!” You remarked in disbelief, pinning it against your tummy and looking at your belly button. It was still engorged and strong … but definitely a little less.
“Think about it this way …” Mia pushed, a sultry turn on her lips. “It’s not that your old dick is getting smaller. Your new dick is just growing bigger. Yours! How many guys can claim to have two dicks?”
“But come on, Mia!” you retorted, rebelling against her mischief. “This one I’ve had my whole life, it’s supposed to get bigger as I age. This weird dick I’ve had for five minutes and it’s ruining all that!”
“Your weird dick” Mia stated, positively reinforcing the connection that you could feel growing inside.
“Fine, my weird dick. But it used to not be mine!”
“Well, how about we make it yours, right now?”
You were puzzled by Mia’s insistence but found it difficult to resist her as her hands wandered down, closer and closer to …
She stood behind you, facing the mirror and reaching around to cup your balls, and then your other balls. Her slender tender touch massaging them both with such passionate care, you felt yourself melting under her direction.
“This feels good, right? Doesn’t it? These are your balls now. Nobody else’s.”
Her hands explored the rough skin underneath you as she stared intently in the mirror, her careful fingers snaking past the bumps of your balls to seek out the prize …
“And this …”
She wrapped a single finger around its base.
“…is your…”
A second finger.
“…big new dick.”
A third finger wrapped around your new dicklet shaft, and your toes clenched on edge. Was she really doing this?
“All you have to do is relax. I’ll help you make it all right” she softly reassured into your ear, biting her lip as she slowly massaged the strange brown cock on her lover’s crotch. Little gentle motion, up and down, sweet and gentle. Intoxicating.
“Mia, I …”
“Don’t talk. Just feel. Feel how good it is. Isn’t this nice? Your cock is so special to me. I want you to like it too.”
She continued her motions staring with a wicked smile at the dicklet she so keenly fondled, watching as it’s pathetic head was hidden and revealed with every foreskin stroke. It wouldn’t be so pathetic for long, if she had her way.
Then it grew again. That familiar indescribable wave flowed down into the dick below your dick, and it once again surged with new power … all while your true dick valiantly throbbed in a losing battle, it’s lusty virility being robbed by it’s ambitious replacement below. An almost imperceptible loss of mere millimeters was beginning to add up.
“Four fingers now, honey” Mia joyfully notes in your ear, reflexively pulling her hand away to admire the results before recommitting to her goal. “It feels so good, doesn’t it? It’s even getting a little girthier too…”
You shifted in need as her jerkoff session was reaching a pleasurably critical point. Even though she was neglecting your own actual dick, you could still feel it on the edge of orgasm after so much touching, as if it shared a connection. The other dick was feeling noticeably different even now under Mia’s touch but you knew enough about dicks to recognise when things are getting close. What would happen if that line was crossed? Would it ever be reversible? Would you even want to reverse it?
Mia wasn’t stopping. She was a woman on a mission, driven to see her labour complete. Her hungry eyes were transfixed on that little nub and what it was growing into. How much bigger it could be, if only it’s competitor would stop resisting …
Your mind started to blur but you had to think! You decided to ...