[SHR] Don't Lose Your Head - Part 6: An Interlude

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Maxwell put away his phone, the memory of the runes fading from his mind, but the memory of the photo seared onto his soul.

Adelia's cunt. 

Her clit was twice as long now. Meaning she'd found another victim.

His hand went down inside his pants. Traced along the black cockring he still wore. 

Then traced the last two inches he still had, barely peeking out of it.

He thought to himself, if she has a new victim, maybe I'm finally free of this curse.  And his hand started to squeeze and play with his remaining dicklette.

His mind flashed back to that last night with Adelia. Maxwell thought they'd broken up a week before, but she had called him out of the middle of nowhere. She was ravenous, all over him. The hickeys on his neck and chest had lingered for a week.

His cock ring had lasted three years.

He had passed out almost immediately, not remembering anything else about that night. 

He just remembered waking up with the ring on his dick. Black as night, matte with no luster.

Maxwell remembered the peculiar text, a picture of her pussy with a huge clit now, and a message of thanks. 

Maxwell had texted her back, wondering if they were together again, but his text came back green instead of iPhone blue. 

Three more green texts were unanswered. 

He reopened the picture of Adelia's cunt. Marveled at the wetness. And marveled at the new clit between her legs. He remembered when it was a more traditional size, one he used to love to lick, one he used to love to slide his ample manhood up and down against before piercing her.

He deleted the pic she sent three years ago. He wouldn't be as foolish today.

He put his thumb and forefinger on either side of his two inches. His hand hadn't fit around his cock in a long time. He marveled how her clit was now as big as his cock.

As he tried to jerk himself off, his memories went to the times he lost inches.

Inch six went when he was jerking off the day after. Trying to get her off his mind, he went to his reliable bookmarks, his favorite jerk-off videos. And as his cum slipped through his fingers, he didn't notice at first he was smaller.

Inch five went when we was with his new girlfriend, Lydia, a month later. They had had so much in common, so many long discussions late into the night. But when he came and she grew an inch and screamed, he couldn't calm her down. She never trusted him again, and was the second woman to block his number in as many months.

Inch four left in a drunken stupor, jerking off six months after he lost Lydia. Avoiding women when he discovered how the curse shrunk him, he was sad and horny, and often drunk himself to sleep on lonely nights. One night he thought he drunk himself to sleep only for his subconscious mind to jerk off in his induced state, and the evidence was dried on his stomach in the morning.

Inch three left two years later, even though he didn't even touch his dick. Lost in his boxers to a nocturnal emission. He was used to waking up to morning wood and forcing a cold shower to make it go down. This time he woke up to a cold film in his shorts and immediately knew what his hand would find down there.

And now here he was, his hand briskly tugging on his remaining two inches, his mouth salivating, imagining sucking on her two inches, the photo etching itself on his soul.

Maybe he was finally free of this curse. He had to know. He had to hope. 

He felt the release. Even though his cock had shrunk his balls were the same size, even bigger due to their full state. 

And, when he released, he shot almost up to his chest.

Lying in his post-masturbatory bliss, he looked down. He wasn't sure if his penis would return to full size or stay small.

He definitely wasn't expecting it to halve in size, his cock head almost submerged in the matte black ring that had enveloped it the past three years.

The curse was still there. And he started to cry.