After taking a moment to process the shock of my transformed dingaling, I opened my computer to message Tash. We planned a trip back to the witch cabin first thing after breakfast in the morning at 9am, and decided we would pack the voodoo food to take with us just in case the witch needed to use it to transform us back.
I decided to call it a night early, seeing as I just had a chock-full day of voodoo misadventure. I would normally take the half-hour or so before bed to jerk myself off, but could I bear it with my new fun-sized cocktail sausage?
I looked down at my body, still naked from my willy inspection a few minutes ago. To hell with it. I tipped back my gaming chair, opened up my porn browser, and began jerkin’ my gherkin. It weirded me out to feel that my finger and thumb alone were now enough to engulf most of my dick, but somehow it did not turn me off.
I searched up some “small penis humiliation” porn, seeing as it was a fitting topic tonight - not that I was usually into that, of course - but it was a niche fetish I only occasionally tried out. I picked out a video of a group of girls in slutty nurse costumes laughing at a young man’s tiny hairless dick, and got to work with my own tiny dick.
Much to my dismay, it only took me about five minutes of two-finger stroking to bust my own nut. I supposed my stamina had been reduced somewhat by my smaller balls. A bit disappointed about my anti-climax, I shut down my computer and hopped into bed, for a night of slightly disturbed dreams about witches flying around with hot dogs…
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The next morning, I woke up and headed to the bathroom with an annoying half-chub and an incredible urge to pee. Still half asleep, I almost forgot about my shrunken peen as I try to whip it out without looking, my hand missing by a couple of inches. My heart sagged a little as I again gripped it with just a finger and thumb and began to pee. I noticed my pee stream was thinner than usual, and made a slightly quieter, pitched noise… almost like the sound of little kid peeing. I shuddered.
After shaking out the last few drops of pee I hopped into the shower and turned it up hot, but not as hot when I had the case of chilly dick yesterday. I sudsed up my hair with shampoo, doing my best to avoid looking down at my crotch as much as possible.
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Timmy, meanwhile, noticing I just hopped in the bathroom, decided to snoop into my room to grab my DS Mario game - the one he was not allowed to borrow until his grades improved. Knowing I usually keep my games on the shelf above my bed, he dashed in and rummaged around until he found the game. As he reached for the game he felt something at his foot as if he had kicked aside some kind of little bag under the bed.
“Does Ben keep food up in his room? Huh.” Timmy mused.
Little did he know, he had just kicked over the sack of nuts… and spilled all of it. However, he thought nothing of it and dashed out as quickly as he had come in.
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Back in the shower, I was lathering up my arms and stomach I suddenly felt a pain as if someone kicked me in the balls. Then, a rushing, deflating feeling.
“AGHH! Not again!” I covered my mouth, stifling a scream.
I quickly glanced down, and to my horror found that my testicles had completely vanished from between my legs.
I felt like screaming and crying in panic, but this time I knew the only way to fix things was to get to my sack of nuts. I immediately raced out of the shower, nearly slipping on the floor tiles as I grabbed my towel and ran back to my room at full speed, not caring that I was dripping wet and covered in shampoo. Despite my fear and panic, I couldn’t help but notice the weird lack of balls bouncing between my thighs as I ran.
Suddenly, I tripped and fell to the ground as I felt a strong tug from behind. Looking back, I saw that my towel snagged on a table. Unable to react in time, my towel completely slipped off, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the house.
And it was just my luck… standing right in front of me just happened to be my pesky, wiener-eating sister Sarah, staring right at me.
“Oh my God!” she snickered, amused that she had now seen my penis two days in a row. She was also puzzled that I didn’t seem to have balls, but assumed she must have just been looking at them from a weird angle.
"Get yourself together, LITTLE bro!" She giggled, with teasing emphasis on the word "little."
Embarrassed and dejected once again, I re-adorned my towel and finally got back to my room to assess what happened to the nut sack under the bed. Just this once I was lucky - though everything was strewn about under the bed, the nuts were all still intact. One by one I put the nuts back into the sack, at the same time noticing an increase in my testicles from nothing, to pea size, back to the marble size they had been a few minutes ago. Slightly relieved, I vowed never again to let the voodoo stuff leave my side.
To be safe, I grabbed a rubber band from my desk and tightened it over the nut sack to keep it sealed.
“Agh!!” I grimaced as the rubber band caused my real sack to tighten up against my crotch. Stealing a downward glance I noted that the tightened sack made my balls look even smaller than they actually were, so I loosened the bag a little.
I gently packed up the nuts, wrapped up the wiener in plastic wrap, and put all the food in a padded bag in a backpack. Then, I went back to finish my shower before leaving the house. This time, I took the backpack into the bathroom with me.