"Do I like it? Are you kidding? I ... I'm fucking huge!" Eliot stammered. His monstrous erection pulled at him, unbalancing his stance. Despite his normal-sized balls beneath it, it was still so massive that even staying upright was difficult. Three feet long and a foot wide; it had to be! Eliot stumbled forward against his bed, the tip reddening as it stroked against his sheets. "You've got to make me smaller; I...I'll never be able to fuck someone again!"
In his mind, Nel's voice giggled. "Maybe a whale," she echoed.
"Damn it: I order you to shrink my cock back down!"
He could almost hear the wheels turning in Nel's mind. Her intangible smile wrapped around his mind from within.
"Your wish is my command," she replied.
A tingle started from Eliot's cock-tip and -like a rocket- shot down the length of his mammoth erection. When it hit his groin, the sensation seemed to burst and flow through his whole body. Every inch of him was throbbing and the pleasure of it made his cock seep clear pre-cum.
He closed his eyes and moaned.
His body began to shrink.
All of him, his massive penis included, began to contract in upon itself keeping its freakishly oversized proportions. But over-all, his penis was getting smaller.
He opened his eyes, feeling something wrong. The sensation of the wooden floorboards in his room sliding outwards beneath his feet made him realize that Nel was still playing. He looked up as his room "grew" bigger and bigger around him. His torn shorts that his cock had burst out of lay in tatters at his feet. Those shreds of cloth, along with his discarded shirt, were looming bigger between his legs.
"Wait! What're you...?"
"You said to shrink you," Nel intoned, laughing. "I think I'm going to enjoy this even more than just making your cock huge..."
Eliot's body felt pulse after pulse of divine energy surge through it. Each throbbing sensation began like the first: at his cock-tip. Then it would surge through him. And with each surge, he would shrink smaller.
He groaned, three feet tall, and looked up at his dresser, bed, and furnishings as they rose above eye-level.
"Stop this! I...I...I order you to stop this!"
Nel laughed. "You forget, mortal, I get some of what I want, too. And right now, I want you s - m - a - l - l!"
Embarrassment surged through Eliot as he diminished past two feet tall, his cock now a foot long and still throbbing. He blushed and reached down, feeling for his balls. They were still in proportion; both fitting into one palm. He tried to step back to avoid getting tangled in his clothing but fell on his rear with an "OOf!"
A foot tall came and went, and his cock was now roughly the size it had been before Nel had started playing with him. He felt a shiver of energy go through him, throbbing in time to Nel's mental giggles.
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