Meanwhile, in the kitchen, my younger brother Timmy and my older sister Sarah were hungry and looking for food.
Sarah opened the fridge. It had been almost a week since mom had last gone to the store, so there was barely anything left. However, she did notice a fresh hot dog wiener on the top shelf.
“Huh, well, I guess I’ll cook up a hot dog!” She put a pot of water on the stove, set the hot dog on the kitchen counter, and went upstairs as she waited for the water to boil.
Timmy rummaged around in the snack drawer. His hand brushed against a sack in the back of the drawer he had never seen before.
“Oh looky, nuts!” He exclaimed. Timmy opened the sack, scooped up a giant handful of the assorted nuts, and munched, leaving about half the sack full. Deciding that was all he wanted for now, he unceremoniously shoved the rest of the sack back into the drawer, wedging it between a couple of cracker boxes.
“Well, that sure hit the spot!”
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All of a sudden I felt that weird squirming in my balls again. This time it was much stronger than before, as if someone was touching the inside of my ballsack.
“What the heck is up with my junk today!?” Cringing at all of the awkward feelings I was currently experiencing, I sat down in the shower and curled up, trying to just focus on the hot water for a few minutes.
The squirming feeling came and went for a few seconds, and then stopped.
“Whew, that was weird… hey what the heck?” Looking down at my balls, I noticed a change.
“What the fuck!? I’m sure my balls used to be bigger!!”
My balls, which used to be slightly smaller than ping pong balls, were now just barely bigger than marbles. It was a concerningly noticeable difference in size. Crossing my legs, I could definitely feel a difference in the way my thighs touched my baggage. It was a lot easier to sit with my legs together now.
“Shit… my balls have seriously shrunk!! I’ve gotta see a doctor ASAP!”
As I got up out of the shower to towel off, I felt a painful squeeze down below, as if someone had violently grabbed me by the balls.
“YAGHH!” I shrieked. In a panic I raced up the stairs to my room in just a towel, forgetting my clothes on the bathroom floor. Cupping my balls in one hand, I frantically turned on my computer and began to search the internet for what these symptoms could possibly mean.
In all the fluster about my shrinking, squishing balls, I failed to realise my penis had returned to room temperature…