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| Getting Smaller Is Fun |
by David Holly
I had always hated changing for gym class. The
locker room was my personal hell. All through junior high and then high school,
I’d been ridiculed for having a small dick. However, everything changed during
my senior year. Suddenly, small dicks were popular. Every guy wanted one.
“You’re lucky, Dane,” Gerry Hartpence said as I
was changing during the first week of the new school year. “How big does it get
when it’s hard?”
At first I thought that Gerry was mocking me, but
he kept on praising my dick. Then he said, “But you’re not going to be the
smallest guy for long. Lots of guys are joining the Phalliminate Society. I’m
joining today.”
“What’s the Phalliminate Society?”
“It’s our school’s dick shrinking club.”
With the new political situation worldwide and
some of the odd new laws, it had been a crazy summer. However, this was the
zaniest news of all. “You want to shrink your cock, Gerry?”
“Of course. That’s why I’m joining.”
“What is Phalliminate?”
“It’s a penis shrinking drug. Don’t you know
about some of the new products? It’s all part of the New World Order. There’s
even talk that they’re testing something called Minibate, but that won’t be
available for another year yet.”
I was still trying to wrap my head around this
change. “Guys really want smaller cocks?”
“Yeah. Hey, Buzz. Show Dane your dick.”
Buzz, who had been my nemesis in the past, came
over and pulled down his shorts. He had no balls and his cock was hardly more than
a nubbin.
“Buzz has been taking Phalliminate for three
weeks. How do you like it, Buzz?”
Buzz grinned sheepishly. “I think it should be
smaller. It’s still too big.”
“You see, Dane, in a month you’re going to have
the biggest dick in town.”
“Yeah, Dane,” Ralph Wiggins said, displaying his
two incher. “Get with the program. Join the Phalliminate Society.”
By the end of the second week, the hallways were
decorated with meeting notices for the Phalliminate Society. Half the guys in
the school were showing off their Phalliminate bracelets.
Pressure to join increased over the month of
October. Our teachers, all women, cajoled and bullied guys into joining, and no
girl would even talk to any guy who wasn’t reducing his cock.
Then my mother started in on me. “Why aren’t you
taking Phalliminate, Dane?”
“I don’t need it,” I said, my face hot and
burning.
“I know that you used to think you had a small
penis, Dane, but think what Phalliminate will do for you.”
I had been feeling good about having a dick that
was by then bigger than the average, but I wasn’t about to tell Mom that.
However, the next day in gym class, Buzz started mocking me for having a
swinging dick. It was going to be the same humiliation all over again—only in
reverse. I checked the notice on the locker room wall. There was a meeting that
evening after school.
The meeting was held in the gymnasium. A couple
of girls were sitting at a table near the door. “Are you a member?”
“Not yet. I came to see about joining.”
They grinned and handed me a membership form. I
sat in a chair on the matting that protected the floor from our street shoes.
The form asked for my name, address, and the I.D. number issued by the New
World Order. In red letters at the bottom of the form, it read, “Phalliminate is
a wonder drug designed to eliminate the male’s ability to penetrate. Reductions
are permanent and cannot be reversed. You may experience reductions up to ninety-five
percent.”
I filled out the form and signed it. The
president of the local Radical Gynocracy spoke about the benefits of male
reductions. Then boys who’d had significant reductions got up to display their
reduced genitals. Buzz was one of those, and I couldn’t tell whether he was
still male. His cock was no more than a pimple.
“Now it’s time for our prospective members to
come forward.” Several boys stood up and went to the front, each carrying a
membership form. Not wanting to look like a coward, I followed them. We lined
up behind a long table. A female student collected our membership forms and the
president of the local Radical Gynocracy examined them.
High school girls, who were all members of our
school’s chapter of the Radical Gynocracy, placed a bottle of tablets, a glass,
and a pitcher of water in front of each of us.
“Strip naked, boys,” one girl ordered.
We dropped our clothes, and my little dick was on
display. I was the smallest guy behind the table, which brought smiles of
approval.
“You’re sure you haven’t already taken some
Phalliminate, Dane?” the president of the local Radical Gynocracy asked.
“I was born this way.”
“This is going to be interesting,” one girl
whispered. “I can’t wait to see how he looks a week from now.”
On command, we opened our bottles of
Phalliminate. “Swallow three tablets.”
We each downed three pills. When we had all
swallowed, enthusiastic applause greeted us.
“Swallow three more.”
We did so and were greeted with another round of
applause.
A third dose followed. Then we were allowed to
dress and resume our seats.
“With that jump start, you’ll start noticing results
by tomorrow morning. Keep on taking nine a day, and you’ll be seeing
spectacular reductions within a week. And just remember boys...” She waited so
the audience could finish the sentence.
“It’s permanent!” all the girls and members
shrieked as one.
I
was given a Phalliminate bracelet. Mom was going to be so happy when she saw the
bracelet sparkling on my wrist. I could hardly wait to get home.
The End
"The Phalliminate Society" is one of the stories collected in my much suppressed and censored book The New World Order. The book can still be purchased in paperback through Amazon.com but the Kindle edition has been banned for unknown reasons.
Note: Phalliminate is a word coined by Chirenon, a writer who specializes in photo-manipulations. Chirenon created a number of fun advertisements for penis reduction tablets. I used his word Phalliminate because it works so well in the context of reduction stories. Thanks,
Chirenon.
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