The Wrath Of The Size Queen

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.

"Oh, you're a grower?" Marie pumped his wiener. Brock moaned as the pleasure enveloped the little stick with a stronger intensity. A second later, cum splattered on Marie and Brock was shaking in orgasmic bliss. Bliss that lasted in the fraction of the second that led to Brock's horror.

"I barely touched you," Marie shoved him away. She raised her dress over her beautiful big boobs. "You're a fucking cuck. Oh my god. I left my boyfriend for a baby dick."

"It's not what it looks like!" Brock yanked her dress back down and groped her. "I can come more than once. That's just the blowjob semen. You know, more sex positions."

"You didn't grow!"

"It grows inside your pussy," He said. "See, I'm still hard and ready to fuck. And you need a big dick. Look at you." He reached down between her legs and stroked Marie.

Marie let out a little whimper before she agreed, "O-okay, okay. I just need a huge dick inside my pussy. I've been needing it my whole life."

"Let's go to bed," Brock pulled away and yanked her with him.

Marie followed him to his room and she went ahead to lay across the bed, her pussy bare under the dress. He tugged the dress off her. She wiggled her bum, still holding onto the tiniest hope that she would get a big cock inside her.

Her friends wouldn't lie to her about a man's size. They were sluttier than she was. They must've kept this complicated method to themselves to surprise her.

He mounted her and slid his cock inside. He bucked into her, "You like that?"

"Put it in already!" Marie yipped.

"It's...it's inside," Brock said, his entire existence breaking into pieces. His cock was snuggled inside her vagina like a worm in a cup.

Marie kicked him off and his cum fell on her legs. He grabbed his member, the little echoes of cumming being overwhelmed with the escalating humiliation.

"Oh my fucking god!" Marie swept at the cum like it was shit.

Brock was used to having his cum being treated as the equivalent of the holy grail. Or like whip cream. He shook his head and gripped his hair. This couldn't be happening. This had to be some weird nightmare that felt too real. There was no way that his cock was small- he had smashed so many girls with it!

Marie ended up wiping her legs on his bed, "You are a gross, lying cuck! You were supposed to have a monster cock and fuck me senseless. What did I do to make you prank me?"

"It's not a prank!"

"So you're using a dildo when nobody's looking," Marie gestured at his groin. "Right? Just say you're so small that you use a strap on."

"I don't! I have fucked so many women with my big dick and good libido," Brock panted in anxiety and embarrassment. "What's going on?"

"I can't believe I let you put a baby dick in me," Marie sounded on the verge of crying, "That's so gross."

"Gross? It's still a dick for your slutty box," Brock said with the weak voice of a fourteen year old boy. "Shut the fuck up!"

A flash happened in the room which made Brock look away from his penis. Marie had her dress back on her chest with her phone out. Brock approached the bed but Marie stepped off and retreated to the doorway.

"Don't you dare," Brock tried to sound like a tough guy. "I'll fuck you up. Delete it. Delete it now!" If everyone found out, his reputation would be ruined. He would never get laid again. Women wouldn't be able to look him in the face, but they will always look at his groin and giggle. Men would laugh at his face and call him 'baby dick'.

"Oh, you don't want me to tell everyone about your baby dick?" Marie smiled bitterly. "You don't want anyone to know, huh? They're gonna make you show them your dildo. Take it out so I can make it easier for everyone. Just show me the dildo. It's gotta be a realistic looking dildo."

"I don't have a dildo! Give me the phone," Brock's voice was wavering. "Please don't send it. I'll do anything. I'll pay whatever you want. I can eat you out. C'mon let's work it out."

"Waah, waah," Marie raised her fists up to her eyes and made the crying baby gesture. "Baby Brock doesn't want everyone to know that he's a scam. And what other words? Cuck, creeper, little dick, baby dick. You put baby dicks in women and they should know!"

"They got pounded by a big dick," Brock tried to assure her and he stepped towards the doorway. Marie laughed and scuffled towards the kitchen, lifting herself up to the counter. She groped her breast with her hand and said: "Baby want milk? I'm dry, you little shit."

A flood of humiliation and shame fell on Brock. He was being shamed by a Size Queen. Size Queens used to be his biggest fans, the ones that praised him nonstop and cried for dick. They screamed his name. And it was all thanks to his member. And it had become small out of nowhere. It was insane!

"C'mon, get down and let's talk like adults," Brock begged. His voice hadn't been able to harden up again. He was speaking like a helpless bastard begging his boss not to fire him. Instead he was begging the female sex not to abandon his dick.

"I would but your dick isn't an adult yet," Marie cackled, and the phone gave off a sound. She aimed it at him. "Brock has a baby dick! What does Brock have to say for himself? Are you gonna cry? Go ahead and cry. Don't look at my boobs, you're gonna cum in your pants."

"Shut that up!" Brock lunged at the counter. Marie let out a scream and kicked him in the face before he could grab an ankle.

"My foot's bigger than your penis," She flexed her little foot.

Brock had fallen over and felt an intense pain on his nose. He brought a hand to it and pulled away. His hand was smeared in flesh blood.

"I hit you harder than you fucked me," Marie tapped on the counter in a rhythm that imitated the skin slapping of sex. "I made you bleed more than you came. You're wetter than I am." She laughed at her own jokes.

"That's as wet as he's going to make you," Marie then narrated like she was a sports commentator. "The Baby Dick has been kicked down by a foot that's stronger than his entire body. Which is probably why he doesn't last more than ten seconds."

Brock had gotten to his knees on the ground, holding his nose because of the immense pain. She had a small foot, but the bitch had kicked straight to the nose. It was without a doubt broken. He knew he should text for help. But then Marie would stop being entertained with herself and send the pictures and videos to everyone!

"I-I can eat you out," Brock tried to speak clearly but it came out muffled and nasal. He wasn't sure if he truly could but damn he was willing to try anything at this point. "I'll be your sex slave, just don't send that please."

"Oh, oh, really? I got an idea," Marie let out a fake hum of thinking. "What if you pulled out your dick and touched yourself for more than five minutes."

"What does-why?"

"To prove that you're big and can last long~" Marie sang. "I bet you want to pretend that this was a misunderstanding and you truly are the king of dicks."

"It's true!" He stood on shaky legs. He stumbled to the napkin holder and picked a chunk of them. He pressed them around his nose to take out the blood. As he threw away the napkins, he realized that his dick was out. He haven't bumped it into anything or felt the heaviness of it. It was still tiny!

"How can this be happening?" Brock muttered to himself, tears coming up in his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're really gonna cry," Marie cooed. "Just stroke yourself for five minutes and I'll delete this video."

He grabbed his penis and stroked himself. It was like stroking a broken balloon. For the first time in his life, he actually felt bad for men that actually have small penises. They probably ate pussy, had mad fingering skills, and maybe even used strap ons. Maybe Brock would've been better off if he had used a strap on and Marie wouldn't act like such a crazy bitch.

But damn, Marie was the type of woman that went to him.

Surely there truly were women that didn't care about size. Because some women didn't do more than glance at his groin and gape at it. Maybe he could actually talk to them and eat their pussy in the best way that porn can teach him-

He came. The cum came out like a sprinkler. He hoped that Marie didn't notice but her squeal gave it away.

"C'mon, delete it, Marie. I can actually get a dildo, or hell I can take you out for dinner. It'll be on me. You'll be treated like a queen because I have a little penis now and I have to make up for it."

Marie screamed in laughter. "I'm streaming this, you dumbass!"

Brock ran away crying to his room and locked it. Marie would narrate it so loudly that covering his ears didn't work:

"Baby dick wussed out!"