Commission from Reddit.
The little college town had the young people coming in yearly. The families began to leave, the elderly stayed, and the houses became apartments. The roommates become friends, lovers, enemies, allies, and gossip pals.
Spring Break was here. It was a time where single men became desperate and boyfriends became paranoid. Amazon, Ebay, and other sites would receive dozens of orders for penis enlargement materials. Pills, pumps, teas, and herbs. Some even ordered penis enlargement spells on Etsy.
Madam Bala had been looking for a new place to work. Magic was becoming more and more mainstream, especially among the youth. As her grandmother, her mentor, told her: passion and desperation are attracted to magic. And none had a little money to spend like college students on community college. Or at least, that's what high school dropout Madam Bala believed.
(A few of her clients would explain that it wasn't true, but they took risks to get her service. So Madam Bala won.)
She bought a small store that used to be a craft store. She decorated the place with red velvet carpets, little statues of cats, and a cloth with astrology symbols on a table. She stayed there all day watching Netflix, and she would receive most of her customers at night. She had made friends with the bar owner because their customers often intermingled: drunken customers went to the witch and sad witch believers went to relieve their sorrows at the closest bar.
Cheating, break-ups and make-ups were the norm. But then, Madam Bala would hear of a common enemy of the men.
Brock. The women always forgot his last name because they moaned. The men were too angry to hear anything past the first name. She would hear about this from a particular client, the only man who didn't ask for a penis enlargement or a hex.
"I lost my girlfriend to Brock," The young man would exclaim this as he threw the door open.
Madam Bala had taken an edible, so she had to stifle her laughter. "You poor thing. You wouldn't be the first one to lose a girlfriend to him."
"Marie's become a Size Queen," the young man entered the store and took a seat at the other end of Bala's table. "She's going to seduce him and become his girlfriend. Her pussy is as tight as a virgin's and her blowjobs are worth paying restaurants and jewelry for. There's no way Brock isn't going to take her."
"Buddy, he's going to throw her away and go on with the next girl," Bala said. "I wouldn't recommend taking her back."
"I don't want that greedy slut back," the man said. "But I love her. And I got an offer for you. I got thirteen guys to pay up."
You should've said so from the start, Bala wanted to yell at him for wasting time, but that money sounded good enough to pay customer service.
"Tell me."
"One thousand dollars," the young man threw the twenty dollar bills on the table. They splayed over it like a pile of leaves in Autumn. "It's gotta be embarrassing. Something that will stop Brock from stealing our girls."
"Hold on, I think I know what you need," She left the table and returned with her tablet. She opened her pdf of Dark Magic Spells. "I got the perfect spell for it."
Truthfully, Bala would've done it for thirty bucks. But she needed to pay her bills and she had wanted to go to the salon for a while. So she took it.
"Let me know how it goes," she said. Even though she would definitely hear of it.
--
A few days back
Marie laid on the bed, with her boyfriend bucking into her. In doggy-style. She mimicked moans as he slid in and out of her like a hot-dog into slightly wet bread. She was texting her friend, who was telling her about fucking around.
--I got a picture of Brock's massive dong. Look!--
It was a hardened cock. Massive was an understatement.
Marie wrote back: gurl, that's a horse cock! I need to get it.
"Get the fuck out of me," Marie snapped.
"Babe, what? I've been out for a whole minute."
Marie glanced over and saw that her boyfriend had his pants back up and had just been sitting with his phone.
"I can't do this with you anymore," Marie stood up and raised her pants. "I can't deal with your little cock. I'm going to Brock-- he has a real man's cock. A huge one."
"What are you on about? Hey, get back here!"
Marie evaded him and left the apartment. She pressed the elevator button but then ran down the stars of the building to confuse him.
"Babe, please! I'll get a pump." Was the last thing she heard before she left the building.
--
Present
Brock had his day planned out. He was going to attend two of his classes, then pick up Marie and he would take her home. She had texted him and asked if he wanted to hang out. Of course, he agreed to it.
He wasn't going to literally walk to her class. He went to his car and drove it near the university building, calling Marie and telling her that he was there.
"My class isn't over yet," Marie whispered.
"You wanna be a bored hag," Brock said "Or you want to hang out with me?"
Marie ran to his car. Brock took her to his apartment. Marie had a short sundress with a cloth that was thin enough to show her nipples. She pressed her C-Cup breasts on his arm. Brock had his snake half hard and ready for a car blowjob. But Marie didn't offer it- so Brock knew he had to bang her hard when he got home.
"Want some scotch?" Brock said when he allowed her into his apartment. He closed the door and strode to the kitchen, just as Marie said: "Sure."
Marie lifted her bare bottom on the counter. The little dress' skirt was short enough to let Brock know that she wasn't wearing shorts. Whether or not she had underwear, it was a challenge to find out. He prepped up the little shot glasses with the scotch and handed one to her. She tilted her head with the cup and swallowed the scotch at once.
Brock felt his cock twitch, and he mimicked her. He cleared his throat to evade the burning sensation. It was like he had set his throat on fire.
"Thanks for the scotch," Marie tugged on Brock's arm, until he was close enough to her. She wrapped her nude legs around his waist and brought him close. Her breasts hung low with the dress barely hanging on above the nipples.
"I heard you had a horse cock," Marie ran her hands over Brock's khakis. She found his member and palmed it. "Oh my god, it's so thick. How long is it? Oh yes, it's so long. That's why I'm here. I need it. So many guys have small dicks. I work hard to look good and be tight but I don't feel their little wieners. Oh my god, you're not even fully hard yet and you're huge."
She tightened her hold around him and pressed his bump on hers. She let out a breathy moan, "So big, oh my god, I need it."
Brock yanked down her dress, releasing her breasts. She humped him as he massaged her chest, hearing her desperate whimpers. This is what having a big cock got you. Brock was living the life that every dream only dreamed of.
"I need it now," Marie pulled down his pants and underwear. "Oh my god ew."
Brock's heart dropped as he looked down. His snake was a parasite! It was a small little dick. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had showered that morning, gone to pee, with his dick being the king of dicks.
Marie grabbed his dick, which fit perfectly inside her hand. "What the actual fuck?"
"I'm a grower!" Brock pulled the first bullshit excuse that he had seen other smaller men use. He couldn't believe that he had to use it. But maybe, hopefully, his cock looked small because it shrunk from stress.
