[Foreword: This commission was asked to be in the VN style, with small penis humiliation, a stud to dud transformation, and a variety of other content that was included but would take too long to actually explain. Main elements: smp humiliation, transformation, basically becoming a loser.]

Narrator: [We start our story where we last left off. McStud, having saved an old lady from certain death, was gifted the ring of endowment, turning his pint sized 5 inch pecker to a whopping 11 inch packer, complete with the stamina to match. Using this great power, he did the ‘responsible’ thing: gathering a harem of women who are more size obsessed than astrologists debating Pluto. The soonest conquest to be the captain of the cheerleaders herself, but his journey might take an unexpected turn…]

It had finally happened. I was finally going to get with the captain of the cheerleader squad herself. Blond hair, slim body, and mega sized double DD’s for days. It’s all thanks to this ring giving me whatever size I can imagine and I couldn’t imagine losing it. But will it be enough? I’ve heard of how demanding she can be. But also… is this truly my maximum length and stride? Is this my limit? Can I go further, beyond?

It’s with these thoughts that have led me to a temporary stop at the bathroom. A quick take off of the ring reverts me back to my poor original self. 5 inches, average stamina and the balls to match. No, no I can do better. I put on the ring again and imagine it, imagine the absolute best I can be. A 14 inch cock, coke can thick dick sways down. Orange sized balls with the ability to unleash super soaker stopping force erupt. Absolute orgasm control fills you. You’re ready.

Cindy (cheerleader): “You took quite a while in there, what were you…”

Her eyes stop as she sees my monster cock.

You: “I was just unleashing the beast. You ready for a night you’ll never forget?”

Cindy (cheerleader): “You’re twice as big as an above average man! Will, will that even fit inside me?!

You smirk

You: “There’s only one way to find out.”

Cindy is already naked but she’s visually wet as you lean in and get on top. Even before you sink into her fully, you feel her grip tighten around. Arm’s, leg’s, pussy, she’s gripping in every way that matters as you begin to utterly wreck her. You slam into her with the force of a raging typhoon, shocking yourself briefly and smirking at how well you’re doing. You can already feel her panting, moaning, screaming below you as you chug and chug through her, again and again. You realize in this moment something that only seems obvious in hindsight.

You are a god of sex itself.

Strangely though, even through your absolute orgasm control, you feel like you need to cum already. To the point you even have to use the ring to suppress and it’s glow seems to be…diminishing. You continue to pound the ever living hell out of Cindy the Cheerleader, feeling her arms grip around you, pulling you in, as she yells in your face.

Cindy (cheerleader): “Harder! Fuck me harder daddy! More! More! Ahhhh!”

You: “Gladly.” smirk

You continue to rail her, smash her, fuck her, and…already? Again? You shove down the urge with the ring another time and it continues to diminish in glow a bit. Slightly annoying but your transformation into a Sex God must just be that powerful to maintain. You continue, and continue, and continue, the ring needing a few more good uses.

The sweat, the heat, the pure kinetic force roars all around you and throughout you. Cindy has gone from moaning, to screaming, to practically purring and drooling as her eyes roll back into her head and she slowly seems like she might pass out soon. Uh, oops? Might be time to finish, so with a great big urge, you do what your balls have been asking from you for the last 2 hours.

You unleash.

You feel it, the pleasure is absolutely unimaginable, the results straight out of a hentai, as all that liquid shoots out of you like a fire hose. You feel yourself fill her up completely and even when you decide to pull out afterwards, you soak her in your cum with what must be a quarter of a gallon of the stuff at least. Now you know how cindy must feel because you soon find yourself falling asleep among the wet blankets and the beautiful big tittied and soaked cheerleader.

The ring hums one final time as you fall asleep.

Dawn of the first day

You wake up on crusty sheets.

You: “ughh, alright, lesson learned. No overdoing the balls next time, this is just gross.” 

With that you open your eyes and look around and immediately notice a problem. The ring…the ring…

The ring has shattered.

Lightning, dun dun dun

You: “What happened?!”

But oh no, it doesn’t stop there. To make matters worse, your body feels all wrong. You look at your cock, your tiny, tiny, tiny cock and with horrible fear gripping you, realize you woke up with morning wood. You must be 3 inches! With tiny balls to match.

You: And if my endurance matches…oh my god

You genuinely, Genuinely, can’t imagine how this could get worse. Then the door opens.

Shower sounds

Cindy (cheerleader): “You really did a number on me yesterday! I’ve still got the shower running if you want to…..use……….it.”

She stares at your tiny cock and balls.

You stare at her.

Cindy keeps staring at your cock and balls.

You stare at her.

Finally, with dawning realization, you see the moment it all settles. You feel a sinking sensation as you see her mouth twitch and suddenly…

Cindy (cheerleader): “BWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

You feel heat rise to your face and embarrassment engulf you completely. Why did you have to push the limits?!

Cindy (cheerleader): “Bwhaha, hahaha, ah, ha, ahaha. W-What happened to your dick?! Hahaha.”

You: “The ring broke!”

Cindy (cheerleader): “What ring?”

You freeze. You suddenly realize you might not have ever told anyone about your magical dick enhancing ring and some women might, perhaps, for reasons unknown, frown upon that. Maybe something along the lines of lying and using boosting and not sharing that your dick is at least partially made of magic.

Cindy had never been bright, in fact, with her blond hair, blue eyes, peppy personality, massive DD’s, and usual thought process, a bimbo would not have been an inaccurate description. To be honest, it would be the only real description if you weren’t overly blind. But even she could put two and two together, sometimes, rarely.

Cindy (cheerleader): “Your magic ring broke and now you have a small dick!”

Truly, the fact that she had not only jumped to magic as her conclusion but had also been right is most likely some weird double inverse miracle that will resound throughout the ages.

Cindy, naked, slowly drew closer to your dick and poked it.

You: “ahh! Don’t, don’t do that!”

Cindy (cheerleader): “huh? Why not?”

Cindy, not at all caring about the answer, grabbed your dick and squeezed. A light touch, usually easily bypassed or resisted, suddenly felt like you were so sensitive that it physically hurt.

You: “Ahhh!”

Cindy (cheerleader): “Hm, if I rub it, will it get bigger like before?”

Cindy went and tried and before you could stop her, it felt like your dick was on fire. A burning passionate fire of which there was only one real avenue. In moments, before you could do anything more, you couldn’t hold it and…squirted.

A terror, an absolute, incredible, awful terror grips you to your hear and core, embarrassment following right behind it in a vice grip, as you realize exactly what’s about to happen.

Cindy (cheerleader): “BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You’re a one pump chump! You didn’t even last 15 seconds from a hand job! Bwahahahaha!”

It burns! The shame! The absolute humanity of it all! Why, why god why! What did you do to deserve this! Is this hubris?!

You: “It’s not, it’s not that bad! I’m sure, I’m sure that I’ve still got the endurance to last!”

Cindy (cheerleader): “I don’t know…. You’re pretty tiny, which I guess is kinda cute, maybe, but if you can’t even last a little while…..”

No! NO! How could this be happening?

You: “I can last!”

Cindy (cheerleader): “Well, okay then! Let’s give it a try!”

Give it a try?

Before anything else can flood your thoughts, cindy is suddenly on top of you and as you feel her slide herself on top of you, you try, you try so hard to resist cumming…and fail.

Cindy (cheerleader): “Is it even in yet? Wait, I think I can kinda feel it. Like a tootsie roll.”

OH the shame. OH the shame. Truly, you understand why people compare embarrassment to burning, because you can’t imagine anything else hurting as much as this. Nothing could possibly feel any worse than this!

You would think back to those exact words in the following hours and struggle to decide if you were right or wrong.

Cindy (cheerleader): “Well, alright! Let’s get started!”

You: “But wait, I’ve already cum. Twi-”

Those would be your last words for a while, as anything else came out as an incomprehensible mess. You had cum, you had. Unleashed your splatter into the world. But it had been tiny both times. And with cindy concentrating on just trying to feel your small dick…she hadn’t noticed the 2nd time.

Cindy started to bounce up and down, really working it, trying her best to feel it and you kept cumming. Over and over and over again. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but in the same way too much good of anything hurts. It also felt amazing and embarrassing and you were paralyzed, you could barely move and all that came out of your mouth…

You: “bllaerggg, mmmm, ssstttuuhhppp”

Cindy (cheerleader): “I think I’m starting to feel wet down there!”

Terror and horror were quickly becoming old friends to you, with a heavy mix of shame, as you realize cindy was still her same old, never wanting to stop, self. So she didn’t. It was pure, unending torture. Over and over and over and over again. You had become a fun toy to bounce on. After 10 minutes, you, blessfully, finally, blacked out. Eventually, you blearily opened your eyes to see cindy dressed and walking towards the door.

Cindy (cheerleader): “Sorry McStud, but, if you can’t even last a few hours without mind breaking and passing out, we just can’t be together. You have no endurance! They should call you McDud.”

As she walked out, you passed out again, laying in your own cum, shame, pleasure, and embarrassment.

Night of the first day

Terrible. Just terrible. What an absolutely horrible, horrible day. If you could just find the old lady that gave you the ring, she could fix all of this! But, she was just a random old lady. Who knows how you could even find her again?! A pointless and hopeless desire.

Instead of that, you decided to go to your next most recent harem member, alice. Alice was always a bit cold…but surely, she’ll help soothe your soul right? Her ahegao face during time’s of passion were just amazing. And she’d never laugh at you! You actually don’t think she’d ever laugh at all really…

As you head to the library, you see alice inside. She’s always been a little cold, and the very prim and proper sort. Classic librarian look, dark hair, glasses, even now she’s reading. That is, until she see’s you.

You: “Hey alice! It’s great to see you!”

Alice (librarian): “Yes. You as well. Let us go to a backroom.”

Ah, somewhat public sex. Good ole alice.

You: “Actually alice, while that does sound amazing, I should rea-”

Alice: “We are going to the backrooms.”

Ah, how she can be that kind of demanding with that kind of cold look of indifference! Truly, a heartwarming sight.

So of course, you naturally head on back, without telling her about recent events. Well, they don’t call you McSmart.

As you walk into the back area, old instincts take over, and somehow, even before you’re naked, alice herself has already dropped all her clothing and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. Truly, she’s good at what she does.

As she gets down and starts to suck on your dick, there’s a hint of confusion. Followed by what you can visibly see from your vantage point, are some furrowed brows. Brows that stay furrowed as she stops, looks at your dick, stands up, and looks at you.

Alice (librarian): “Your dick is small now.”

You: “uh, well, you see. I had a magic ring, that made my size increase, and it broke, making my size small now.”

Alice, like a normal human being, doesn’t believe you, with a clear deadpan look that could kill a man and make his ghost feel like he was stupid.

Alice (librarian): “Really?”

You: “Yes! I’m telling the truth! I used it too much and it broke and now I’m….this size.”

Alice (librarian): “From my estimations, you’re just a little under 3 inches long. Which might put you in the running for the world’s smallest penis on a grown man.”

OOF. Alice certainly doesn’t pull any blows what with her wide range of knowledge. It’s endearing…right?

You: “Y-yeah, maybe. SO…..anyway….”

You pointedly look back at the mat.

Alice looks back at the mat. She looks back at you.

Her cold neutral look returns and…

Alice (librarian): “No.”

And begins getting dressed.

You: “Wait wait wait! I can still have sex, I’m still good!”

Alice sighs, sighs! of all things.

Alice (librarian): “We may try.”

She then lays on the yoga mat, naked, waiting for you.

This is it! Okay, maybe you’re small now, and there’s some….sensitivity issues, but that’s alright, right? You can still fuck with the best of them!

You lean down on top of alice, line yourself up right, and begin railing her. Really going at it. You’re doing it. You’re doing it! You begin to pound her over and over and ov-

Alice (librarian): “Are you in yet?”

You freeze.

You: “...Yes?”

Alice looks, almost surprised?

Alice (librarian): “Oh. I can not feel it.”

You: “I…I see.”

That, the pain, its returned. The utter shaking of horror and doubt, the absolute embarrassment! but it’s even worse this time. She, she can’t even feel you? No! No, you have to keep trying!

You put your back into it, really reaching across, trying your best to do everything you can do but it’s, hard. You have to go slow and you’ve already cum a few times, making you go even slower. If it wasn’t for cindy’s torture of you, you’d already have had to stop!

And then, of all things, Alice picks up and starts reading a book. While you’re fucking her. You look up at her and her words nearly make you break into tears on the spot.

Alice (librarian): “I am bored. So, I’m reading.”

She even used a contraction to get done with the conversation quicker!

The pain, no, don’t cry! Don’t cry those manly tears!

After a few more, admittedly, sad sad minutes, you finally end and get dressed in silence.

Alice doesn’t even say anything to you, but you catch it with your ears. Another sigh, a harumph and a shake of the head.

As you're leaving, she stabs you one last time.

Alice (librarian): “No more sex. You do not have enough length to satisfy me, or probably any woman. In fact, you should change your name to McDud to better inform future lovers.”

Those words feel like god has smacked you out of the sky! Like you were icarus, having flown too close to the sun and were now plummeting to your death in slow motion!

You head home that day, ignoring your (step)Sister and go to sleep.

Your final thoughts as you drifted off, was realizing that never again would you see Alice’s ahegao face, nor her cold demeanor crumble before you.

Dawn of the second day

You wake up feeling refreshed and it’s not just because today isn’t the worst day of your life anymore, but there’s a beautiful woman you’ve fucked a few times before laying next to you. What luck!

(step)Sister: “Hey hey little bro! Whatcha doin ignoring me like that yesterday? Not cool man, not cool at all.”

You: “Sorry sis, yesterday was, rough.”

Yes, your beautiful step sister! The second member you ever gathered into your harem, raised together since birth! As real as any other, the only thing not making it completely morally wrong was the lack of blood relation, how could I possibly ignore such a tempting taboo passion?!

(step)Sister: “Oh? Does little brother need a pick me up? A little bit of, ara ara?”

You: “Oh, uh, yeah, but big sis…I uh it…”

(step)Sister: “It? Huh? Whadja do your damn dick?”

Before you can stop her, your big sis pulls down your pants and gets a look at your dick.

(step)Sister: “Look’s mighty fine to me. Bit flaccid though, but we can fix that. Ara ara little bro.”

With your good ole trifecta of emotions, horror, embarrassment and shame, you watch as she realizes the truth. That you are in fact hard already. Your sister’s a beautiful tomboy with matches to look and a tan of all things, how could you not be horny when you wake up with her in your bed?

Cindy laughed at you, Alice coldly rejected you, you didn’t think it could get worse, but oh, it could and did. Samantha looks on in shock and horror.

(step)Sister: “B-Bro, mind telling me why you’re packing 8 inches less dick? I think my big toe is longer than that! It definitely is wider…. What the absolute hell man?”

Having had to explain this twice, you decide to try and shortcut it all.

You: “Magic, I had a magic item that made me awesome and it broke and when it did, it broke me like this.”

(step)Sister: “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there. Magic’s real? Wait no, more important question’s first, you’re stuck like this?!”

You: “Y-yeah, I think so.”

Your sister looks like she’s having some troubles but she’s got that same doggedly stubborn personality you do.

(step)Sister: “W-Well, we can still fix this, right?! We can just, we can just have sex and maybe that’ll fix it? It’s gotta right? Right?”

Your dogged comment seem’s particularly apt because your sister look’s like she’s one seconds away from losing her favorite toy.

But having someone relate to, to react with actual shock and not immediate rejection in some way has ballooned your pride! You can do this! Sure, sure, the last two times didn’t work and this probably won’t either but this is your 3rd chance, to prove that you’ve still got it, that you can at least satisfy your sister of all people.

You grip her hard and she meet’s you in the same stubborn way. Both your clothes are off and you’re slipping inside before they hit the ground. You start the screwing with your meat stick but quickly ask something important

You: “You, can feel this right?”

(step)Sister: “I mean yeah? Barely, I mean, my fingers would probably do a better job bro.”

Ugh, come on McStud, don’t falter now!

You try and fuck her, you really do. You give it your best thrusts, your best moves! You position, you findangle, you even ride backwards at one point somehow, but all to no avail! That pure look of frustration your sister’s face is only growing. She’s struggling through it, like the good sister she is, but you can hear her mutterings.

(step)Sister: “...might as well be fucking a mini corn dog...”

(step)Sister: “...I’ve had boyfriend’s 3x longer than this…”

(step)Sister: “...God, mom was right. None of my relationships ever end well…”

Don’t cry McStud! Don’t cry! Not in front of your sister!

(step)Sister: “Look dude, this ain’t gonna work anymore than it didn’t in the first few minutes. I mean, you’re even slowing down and I don’t think you’ve even cum yet. Let’s try something more fun anyway.”

Of course! Your sister always did get more enjoyment of a certain different act. But….you did cum.. Even this much was far beyond your limits, curse your sensitive penis! Still, this is it, the in, the way back, the end to the nightmare! The hope for the future!

As you get up and feel your sister get on her knees, you realize all is right, as you can’t possibly fail this time! You feel as she begins to suck your dick and cum. O-Okay, it’ll be alright. You were forged in the innards of a cheerleader, you can do this! Shortly after, your sister’s luscious lips suck down and you realize that this may be more of an issue than you thought as you can’t help but unleash again. You don’t know how long this continues but the embarrassment doesn’t ever go away. You can barely last more than a second and your barely shooting anything out at this rate. Your sister almost seems to take offense at this as she just sucks harder and harder, like a vacuum trying to get everything out. You feel yourself as her mercy, shame coloring your face, before she stops and kicks you while you’re down.

(step)Sister: “This is pathetic! Bro, dude, seriously, you barely cum at all. You were shooting monster loads and now you’re barely shooting thimble sized loads. I could get more cum from your fucking sock from last week man. Ya can’t fuck, ya can barely penetrate and now you’re barely able shoot your goo my dude? We are 100% not doing anything more after this, brother or no brother, I need a man in my life. You’re more like a ken doll, with an accessory.”

The pain! The incredible heart slamming pain and shame! Don’t cry McStud, don’t cry! Not in front of your sister, not in front of her.

Strangely, your sister goes back to sucking a moment after. The shock is enough to break your horrible spiral of pain and emotions.

You: “uh?”

(step)Sister: “You know I like to swallow mouthfuls of cum. Even if you’re only shooting a little bit, we ain’t leaving until you give me my drink. I’m thirsty and I’m out of mountain dew. This is the least I deserve after you can’t even put out.”

If the shame of mockery and denial were bad, the shame of utter failure mixed with being used and discarded is far worse. Your sister sucks at you like a vacuum, not needing to, but going out of her way, to make you cum as much as possible. It’s like Cindy all over again but far worse! She won’t even let you lay down or black out in pleasure as she pinch’s you any time you sway a little. You’re just a faulty water fountain to your sister now and she won’t let you leave until she’s gotten a drink. You’re being drunk.

Hours later

(step)Sister: “Fucking finally. My knees were getting tired. You have basically have no cum in you at all. You probably couldn’t even get a girl pregnant on purpose. Maybe you should change your name to McDud bro? I know you were named after dad, but it really doesn’t suit you anymore.”

Too tired, too pained, and too much feeling like an extra dried raisin, you don’t respond as you crash into the bed and your sister leaves with an annoyed humph.

Many hours later

Dawn of the third day

It took all of yesterday and a gallon or two of water to heal back up to full, but you’re in full spring this time. So, you lost the cheerleader. You lost the librarian. You even lost your sister. But what does all that matter? Because you were smart. When you first got your outrageously awesome powers of endowment, you didn’t make the mistake of other harem havers. No, you went immediately for your childhood friend. Yeah, that’s right, you two have something more important than all that other stuff, you have love. Hell, she was the one that suggested you have a harem in the first place! Who else could be so understanding?!

So it’s with a great spring in your step that you head over to her place. She’ll understand, she’ll accept you, you don’t need a big dick! Right?

Emily (lover): “Oh! McStud! How have you been? Did you finally get with that cute cheerleader? I hear she’s pretty wild.”

You: “Y-Yeah, she was, pretty something alright.”

Emily (lover): “Awesome! I want to hear all about it soon. Who do you think is next on the list? I’m thinking you should go for a mature woman next. Maybe late 30’s? 40’s even?”

You: “Emily….”

This time, you don’t skip over it. You don’t skip over anything. You explain what happened with the ring, from start to finish. What happened with cindy, alice, samantha, everything. At the end of it all, you’ve finally realized that there isn’t a lower point. Mockery? A light breeze. Denial? A dull pebble. Utter horror? A passing wave. No, no it’s the sheer amount of pure sadness on your childhood friend’s face that you realize is the worst reaction possible.

Emily stays silent for a little while, before suddenly, she gets naked. Her perfect girl next door body on display, her B cups, her amber eyes, her brown hair, absolutely scrumptious.

You: “Emily?”

Emily: “Come on McStud, we can do this! We can do it!”

You don’t need telling twice! You grapple your lover down and make sweet passionate love to her. You feel her hands wrap around your body, her legs squeeze her close to you, your dick erupts into her folds but you don’t let it stop as you do the best you’ve ever done. You really try, you really try but some things can not be overcome, not like this. Your childhood friend’s look of sadness has only deepened! It’s heartbreaking and horrifying to see, but she clearly hasn’t given up quite yet as you feel her hands moving you.

Emily: “C-Come on, there’s more to sex than just, that, of course. What about blowjobs? I like giving blowjob’s! Your little pencil dick, might even be…..good? For that?”

Before you can say anything in response, she’s pushed you down and is sucking, trying her hardest. The multiple cumming’s isn’t something you will ever get use to sadly and she realizes this and tries to go easier. Tries being the key word as a light feather would destroy you.

Emily: “N-no? A little, a little too light on the sauce there for that one…Maybe I just need to work harder!”

Before you can respond or recover, she’s on top of you and trying to ride you. You feel her and are noticeably afraid given your reminder of cindy and she again, tries to be gentle, but that may be like trying to put out the sun with a bucket of water, it just does not work. She has to slow down and slow down, until she’s stopped completely.

Emily: “Come on! Your damn little nub of a dick has to be useful for something!”

You’d respond, cry out, anything, but the raw sadness in her face and voice is just too painful!

And so it continues, as you swap through anything and everything with your dick.

Anal

Emily: “....I’ve had bigger %$^*’s….”

All sorts of angles

Emily: “...it still feels like a roll of pennies…” 

69

Emily: “...How can he be equally bad at both?...”

Even handjobs

Emily: “...I can barely grab it!...”

Every sexual act imaginable was tried and test, used, experimented with. No stone was left unturned but even if he might be okay in something, it always came back to the basics. To what he didn’t have and wasn’t able to do. Emily grew sadder and sadder, her comments sharper and shaper. Eventually, it all came crashing down as they stopped and looked at each other.

It wasn’t quite to the level of raisin but by the end of it all, McStud was utterly exhausted and things were only going to get worse as his lover looked at him with those amber eyes full of tears. His childhood friend, his best friend, the person he’d known all his life, the most understanding, best woman ever, looked at him, with tears in her eyes and said:

Emily: “McStud, you don’t have stamina or endurance, you barely have any cum, and your dick is probably one of the smallest in the world. I, I can’t do this! Why couldn’t you have been happy with what you had before?! I love you but, but, I need a sex life! You’re going to have a loser sex life forever now with your dud of a dick. The others are right, you really should rename yourself.”

Emily, so unable to even look at his small dick anymore, walked out of her own house to get away from him. The tear’s finally fall and the wind’s themselves whisper pathetic at him.

On this day, McStud was no more and McDud was realized. His tiny, tiny dick, 0 sexual prowess, lack of baby batter, and extremely sensitive dick was spread far and wide. His lover avoided him, his sister complained mightly when she was thirsty but refused to even use him, his librarian always looked down on him extra coldly and all of the cheerleaders openly laughed at him.

A later interview with his very ara ara mom, revealed the story to local newspaper gossip section, before it spread across the town, and then to the world as the guinness book of world records itself showed up to try and find out if McDud did indeed have the world’s smallest cock. Nothing was ever found out as McDud refused to meet with them but his mother was heard commenting: “ara ara, and I wanted to go at him myself beforehand. What a let down.”

While no answer was ever given, McDud and his small penis would remain famous throughout the world.

The end.

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