[SHR] Don't Lose Your Head - Part 1: A Text Message

Kirby was awakened by a buzz on his phone. A text message. 

He grabbed his phone and tried to clear his vision enough to read the blurry blue text.

𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘?

His head was splitting. Vodka, he thought to himself. Vodka made his head hurt after drinking too much.

He squinted, and saw "Adelia" at the top of his messages. Why would she be texting him? They'd broken up a couple weeks ago.

𝕎𝔻𝕐𝕄? He texted back.

・・・, followed by 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕟, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜?

Kirby struggled to think back. Flashes returned. A noisy bar. Too many vodka shots (which his headache attested to.)

Then images in Adelia's apartment. Carnelian. Rosemary. Cinnamon. Scents vividly going off in his mind. 

Adelia practiced the Wiccan arts, and in the months they dated he learned the herbs she used by the smells in her apartment.

Another bright flash and his face between her thighs. He loved performing oral on her. She had a larger clit, almost an inch long when swollen with arousal, and thick lips he loved to suck on.

His fingers instinctively went to two sore spots on his scalp. The pain there told him he'd satisfied her well; her fingers would feather through his thick brown hair and clench when she came.

As the memories flooded back, so did his morning wood. He was proud of his cock, nearly nine inches long when erect. 

His hand drifted down, and that's when he felt the ring around the base of his dick. He traced it with his finger, feeling it descend down to also surround the base of his balls. 

𝔻𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖? He was confused. Adelia was a wild one in bed, always trying different toys. And Kirby's bisexual nature meant he was game both giving and receiving. 

His hand drifted back to his dick and held it. It felt...different. Wrong. 

His head was too close to his thumb as he grasped his hand around it. He tried to slide his hand down but instantly met the base of the cock ring. 

His dick felt smaller. Maybe he wasn't fully hard yet. He squeezed himself. 

𝔸 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖.  And after a few seconds, a photo popped up. 

He recognized Adelia's fleshy lips and swollen cunt. What he didn't recognize was her clit, which was now twice as long as it had been before.

He studied it. Almost with a flaring head, it started to look like a little cock. Kirby's mouth started to water, and his hand started to instinctively pump his dick.

It was definitely smaller. 

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖. 𝕊𝕠 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀'𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕪𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕓𝕠!

His hand lifted the sheets. Kirby's cock looked smaller in his hand. 

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 "𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦" 

But his text bubble was green, not blue. Adelia had blocked him.

Kirby dropped his phone beside him. Frustrated. And still hard. 

His mind struggled to understand why she would even message him if she was going to block him. Except just to have the last word? That wasn't her style. 

He decided, good riddance. They'd broken up after all. He wasn't even sure why they got back together for one last night. That wasn't her style either. 

Kirby's hand returned to his dick. His other hand picked up the phone. His eyes went back to the pic Adelia sent.

As his hand idly pumped, his mind went to last night, imagining licking her. Sucking on her lips. Sucking on her clit.

Except it wasn't really a clit any more. It was more like a cock. A clit-cock. 

In his mind he imagined what it would feel against his tongue as his foreskin slid up and down his glans. Imagining it was her hand pumping, despite the anatomical impossibility of both happening at the same time. 

He felt the tightness in his scrotum, and came, erupting on his belly and chest. His seed shot out hot against his skin, and he kept idly pumping until the sensitivity was too much. 

He took a towel off the floor and wiped his sperm off with it. Then looked at it. Disgusted, he decided it was time for a shower. 

He stripped off his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

As he walked past the bathroom mirror, his eyes went down to his new jewelry. Blacker than night, and still tight around the base of his cock. 

But that wasn't the part that alarmed him.

His limp dick barely made it to the bottom of his scrotum. 

He was definitely smaller.

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Xoxos_Petals/comments/1cistuw/shr_dont_lose_your_head_part_2_a_tape_measure/)