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Paul called Liz and explained what was up.

“Wait, you agreed to what?” she asked. “Why would you do that? I love you honey, but you know you’ve never
been able to give me an orgasm with just Smally Paulie.”

Paul was caught off-guard. The changes to everyone else’s memory were still far from normal to him, and he
hadn’t expected this one. “I, uh, I have a good feeling about this time.”

“A good feeling? Oh Paul... Listen, this isn’t one of those...” she trailed off hesitantly.

“One of those what?”

“Well, I hear that some guys with penises on the smaller side of average actually enjoy being... humiliated
about it.”

“No,” Paul cut in quickly, “that is definitely not what this is about. Please, just meet me here in twenty
minutes. I’ll, uh, explain my motivations later. You’d better get going soon before traffic picks up.”

“Okay,” Liz said a bit hesitantly, “I’ll just wrap up here and head right over. Love you.”


Paul booked a room. Surprisingly, the Skyline offered rooms with two double beds at hourly rates. Did people
rent hotel rooms for orgies more often than Paul thought? Then he spent a while alternately second-guessing
himself and psyching himself up. It seemed like there were a lot of things that could go wrong. One of which
was him worrying too much about things that could go wrong and being distracted.

Ray showed up a few minutes early accompanied by a squat, solid, but otherwise not-bad-looking brunette whom
he introduced as “Freddie.” Paul spent most of the rest of the wait for Liz trying to figure out what that
was short for. “Fredericka?” “Alfreda?” If those were her options he didn’t blame her for using a nickname.

Liz showed up a few minutes late -- traffic -- and was introduced all around. Everyone was feeling a bit
awkward, and Paul’s “So, I guess this is where we get naked?” didn’t help any.

They went over some ground rules -- just cocks in pussies, no hands or mouths -- and then stripped. Freddie
snorted at Paul’s two-inch flaccid dick. Liz raised her eyebrows appreciatively at Ray’s four-inch softie,
but made no comment. With the girls naked, the guys soon rose to attention -- Paul to four inches and about
as thick around as a magic marker, Ray to a respectable seven-incher.

Paul wondered when his cock would start growing. Usually it changed once it became clear to Liz what sex act
was coming up, and it was pretty clear that they were going to fuck, but it hadn’t changed yet. He was
getting a bit worried.

That worry caused him to worry that his worries might even make him lose his erection if he dwelled on them
too long, so he quickly kicked things off with a quick “1 2 3 go”.

Ray and Freddie took advantage of the beds’ convenient height, with Freddie bending over the bed and Ray
taking her standing from behind. He slipped into her with a practiced ease. Liz spread herself out on her
back, and Paul entered her in missionary.

He slipped out as soon as he started thrusting. Shit. His dick was still tiny; it had never been this small
while in her pussy before. What was wrong? He hurriedly reinserted, and was more careful with his strokes
thenceforth. He did his best to make it about the motion of the ocean rather than the size of the boat, but
that was starting to seem like bullshit. Liz looked mostly bored. Freddie had started moaning, and Paul
looked over to see Ray pumping into her at a steady rhythm while smirking condescendingly at Paul.

An idea struck Paul. Maybe this was about humiliation to Liz. She’d mentioned it on the phone; maybe she
didn’t believe him when he said that wasn’t why he wanted this? He somewhat frantically tried to disabuse her
of this notion. “Oh yeah, I’m fucking you good, oh, you like that don’t you?” It wasn’t very convincing when
Liz was still utterly silent. He kept it up a bit longer, periodically glancing down at his junk to see if
there was any change, but to no avail. In his desperation, it seemed even smaller than he’d realized.

From the sound of Freddie’s groans the acceleration in the rhythm of Ray’s crotch slapping into her, it
sounded like Paul didn’t have much time. He had no hope with this tiny cock; he had to get Liz to want him to
have a bigger one. Why didn’t she?

Paul had a horrible thought. Maybe it wasn’t that she thought he was into humiliation and was subconsciously
giving him a small cock for his sake, maybe she was into him being humiliated. She had brought it up pretty
readily on the phone. But there had never been any signs that she was into something like that. Even when he
was sporting Smally Paulie she was always positive about it.

He didn’t have any more time to think about it, since just then Freddie let loose an ear-rending scream that
shuddered convulsively. It was over. Paul pulled out and sat back on his haunches.

Ray kept pumping through Freddie’s orgasm, then pulled out and started to come onto her back. Paul watched
dejectedly, and then to his shock felt himself spurt. One tiny drop of cum shot out and landed in Liz’s
belly-button.

This didn’t make any sense to Paul. He hadn’t thought he’d been anywhere close to coming. Even with a small
cock he’d been able to recognize the sensations before -- that orgasm came out of nowhere. And Liz didn’t
enjoy having cum on her, so he didn’t see how that could be her fantasy, even if she was into humiliation.
And his dick was even smaller now, barely larger than a thumb.

Ray laughed, “You call that a load? Look.” His orgasm was just tailing off, but even his end-spurts where
come just dribbled out of his cock produced at least five times as much come as Paul had. “This is how a man
comes.”

And then it hit Paul. He didn’t have Liz’s ideal cock. He had Ray’s ideal cock. What had Priapus had him
wish for? Not that his cock would be Liz’s fantasy, but that it would be his current partner’s. Apparently
for the purposes of the magic, his current partner was Ray. Ugh. Paul supposed that Ray was the one who got
the most sexual pleasure out of Paul’s cock in that interaction; he’d been leering over smugly the whole time.
So if that was the case... Paul had another idea.

“I want a rematch.” All three looked at him incredulously.

“A rematch?” Ray asked.

“This wasn’t a fair experiment. For all we know Freddie just comes faster than Liz.” Liz mouthed the words
“what are you doing?” to him, but he pressed on. “I want a rematch, with swapped partners.”

Ray didn’t need any convincing at all. Fucking a guy’s own girlfriend in front of him would be even more
humiliating, and on top of that Liz was pretty hot.

Freddie just shrugged. “Knock yourself out.”

Liz accepted almost angrily. She was clearly confused at what Paul was up to and upset at him for acting so
weird, and perfectly willing to have a better fuck. Paul whispered to her “show him a good time, okay?” She
gave him another confused look, then snorted acquiescently.

The girls stayed put, the guys traded places. The new couples shook hands, since they didn’t quite know what
else to do. “Okay, take your positions,” said Paul.

Liz stayed on her back. Freddie rolled onto her back (getting Ray’s come on the blankets), ass still on the
edge of the bed, her legs on Paul’s shoulders. “At least I’ll get a good stretch,” she explained.

Paul counted them in again, and they got started. Paul had hoped his dick would already be larger, but he had
a plan. Paul stuck his cock into Freddie and kept it there out of sight, trying not to put on a good show for
Ray. He looked over to Liz, who met his gaze. He gave her a look that tried to say “go on, enjoy yourself.”
Maybe she got the hint, maybe she didn’t, but either way she pulled Ray’s head down to suckle on her tit. It
was cheating, but Paul wasn’t going to call him on it.

While Ray was distracted, Paul made his move. Into Freddie’s G-spot. He rammed it as hard as his little dick
could, and prayed.

It worked. He felt his cock begin swiftly swelling in length and girth. “Oh, yes!” he bellowed as it reached
an average size. But it didn’t stop there. He knew it wouldn’t. It kept swelling... six inches... seven...
larger than Ray’s... eight... He thought it might stop there, at the size he fucked Liz with, but he still
hadn’t bottomed out and it kept growing. Freddie must’ve had her share of big cocks before.

His balls were growing too, from marbles to robins’ eggs, to walnuts, to ping pong balls, to chicken eggs.
They were beginning to slap against Freddie’s ass nicely. She was moaning now. Paul spared a glance for Ray,
and saw that he was looking a bit worried.

Finally Paul felt himself bottom out in Freddie, somewhere just north of nine inches long and about seven
around. Now the growth would stop, and he could just focus on fucking her brains out.

But it didn’t stop. “Oh! Yeah! Fuck me! With your! Monster! Cock you! Stud!” Freddie cried out between
thrusts. He was slamming into her back wall on each thrust now, and he had to imagine it hurt. His girth was
also expanding, stretching Freddie’s pussy farther than he thought it would go. He had to be more than ten
inches now... eleven...

“Oh! Yeah! This is What it’s Like to Get FUCKED By a REAL MAN!” Freddie screamed. And then Paul noticed
that she wasn’t looking at him... she was looking at Ray. It clicked. His huge and still-swelling cock was
hurting her, but it was worth it to her to humiliate Ray. Paul was taking a liking to Freddie.

Paul’s cock finally stopped at about a foot long by eight inches around. Multiple inches were left in the air
at every thrust. Between that awesome tool and the self-doubt that Ray was now facing, there was no question
who would win this round. Sure enough, Freddie let out another scream that must have been audible through the
whole motel, and Paul felt her already vise-like pussy clamp down on him even harder.

Paul kept thrusting in time with her slowing contractions, then slowly began the long process of pulling out.
Freddie reached a hand down and grabbed his cock, stopping him with several inches still inside her. “No,
please, keep fucking me.”

Paul looked down at Freddie’s imploring eyes, then over at Liz and Ray to see what they thought. He noticed
that Ray had lost his erection. “Maybe I’ll just,” Ray mumbled, “see myself out.” He hastily pulled his
underwear and pants on, pulled out his wallet and put a pile of bills on the table without counting them, and
slipped out of the room clutching his shirt and shoes.

Liz purred, “I’m staying right here,” and walked over to Paul and Freddie’s bed, where she sat on Freddie’s
face and kissed Paul as he began slowly rocking his too-large cock in and out of Freddie’s straining cunt.


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