5: Thong
Added 2025-02-18 17:38:55 +0000 UTCThe tingling didn’t stop. My d*ck kept shrinking throughout the night, an oddly pleasant sensation spreading through me with every small change. It didn’t hurt, but it was impossible to ignore. Still weighed down by sleep the next morning, I walked into the living room and froze.
On the couch, there was a new little box. I swallowed hard and opened it. Inside, perfectly folded, was… a thong. A ridiculously small thong. I picked it up between my fingers and inspected it. Soft, stretchy, made of a material I didn’t recognize. Was this some kind of joke? My first instinct was to throw it away. But curiosity won. Slowly, I slid the tiny thong onto my shrunken d*ck. To my surprise, it fit perfectly. Comfortable, light… as if it had always been there. I didn’t think much of it as I got dressed and headed to work.
But later, while sitting at my desk, I suddenly felt the urge to go to the bathroom. I stood up, walked through the office, and as I passed by Matthew, I noticed his eyes subtly drop to my crotch. He fell silent. He didn’t say a word. He just looked at me for a second… and smiled, as if he knew something I didn’t.
