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Sexual themes, questionable consent, humiliation, femdom, bondage, magically-induced expansion, fatal oral soft-vore, in-world character representing the reader ("you") has a penis
You were told this was supposed to be a medical trial. Medical trials don't typically take place in ominous-looking stone brick castles surrounded by dark thunderclouds, do they? The document you signed said you'd be paid $200 for participating. $200 is nothing to sneeze at, especially since most medical trials you've heard of just involve being given an experimental vaccine or being given a two-week-long vacation in a quarantined room. To be honest, you kind of only skimmed that document before signing it; anything could have been hidden in the small print. Anything.
(Dramatic sting)
You approach the rickety-looking drawbridge covering the gaping trench of a moat surrounding the castle. The boards creak disconcertingly beneath your feet, making—ultimately empty—threats to let you fall. You reach the heavy, cast-iron gate that looms across the castle's entrance. For a moment, you hopelessly look around for some way of opening it, worried you arrived too late or too early; the silence is soon broken by the harsh sound of a voice coming through a tinny intercom speaker, nestled in a little nook on one of the walls next to the gate.
Who goes there?
You explain that you're here for some kind of medical trial.
Ohh, yeah! Ahem, you may enter, test subject.
The huge gate begins to slowly recede upwards, making a terrific screeching noise against the huge stone bricks around its hiding place. You then continue forward into the gloomy courtyard. The moment you're clear of the gate, it immediately slams back down behind you with a CRASH! You think to yourself, they must have some good stuff here if they have a drawbridge and an iron gate that immediately closes behind you.
Dark, ominous stormclouds swirl rapidly in the sky above you. Occasionally there's a flash of lighting from inside one of the clouds that floods the castle courtyard in a purplish light. The courtyard itself has a large dirt path through the middle, surrounded with plants, seemingly unnatural in their slightly bluish hue. What looks like 100-meter tall oak trees with enormously thick trunks and branches tower over the whole courtyard. Through the massive leaves, you see that—somehow—this castle is still an order of magnitude taller than them. You look back at the iron gate at the entrance for just a brief moment.
Test subject, we're ready for you inside.
You startle! Where did this labcoat-clad woman come from? If there were any doors into this castle, they must have been hidden by the strange foliage, you think to yourself.
Follow me, please.
You catch your breath and walk after this person that appeared out of the blue. You walk up to what seems like a brick wall. Just as you're about to turn to your guide, you blink and when your eyes open you are leaning on what feels like an operation bench from a hospital, though you are still standing upright. You go to rub your eyes, but your arms are stuck! You've been shackled to this bench!
Ahhhh… Finally… Someone said yes!
The woman in the labcoat morphs in mind-boggling ways before you, as if your eyes were simply incapable of fully experiencing the transformation. What stands there now is the woman from before, but wearing a black and red robe and wielding a heavy-looking wooden staff. She has loosely curled black hair, rosy skin, and the lenses from a set of glasses set into a piercing across the bridge of her nose. The robes are sleeveless and go down to knee-level, where you can see a pair of tight-cut black dress pants and a white dress shirt underneath.
Your head suddenly aches up a storm and the room feels like it's spinning.
Three hundred years I have waited for a willing test subject!
This 'wizard' waves her hands about and says something in a language that, like the transformation before, defies your senses. You hear a different sound in each ear which feels like it's coming from both the wizard and from inside your head. In your mind the sentences explode into trillions of distinct, yet simultaneous meanings, none of which make any sense to you. You are shocked from your dizzy stupor by the feeling of scalding hot water covering every inch of your body, and then sudden nothing. You can't move your head much to look around, but you suddenly feel a bit breezy. You think your clothes might be gone.
You struggle against the shackles and call out to demand an explanation. She replies,
The shrink ray only shrinks what it directly hits, which would have been your shirt. It would have made a tragic, inconvenient mess if your clothes shrank with you still in them.
Shrink ray? What kind of weirdo thinks a shrink ray is medical? How is any of this medical? You're confident this person has never been to medical school.
The dark-robed wizard arranges some things on shelves and desks at the corners of the room, barely visible in the corners of your eyes.
Now first, I'll test it a low setting. Brace yourself, test subject!
The wizard chuckles maniacally and wheels over a lumbering great device pointed towards you. It doesn't look to be connected to an electrical outlet anywhere, but it's moving and glowing green. The wizard gets behind the machine and pulls a trigger with a loud click.
With a loud bang and awful screeching noise a beam of what looks like literal green greasy lightning blasts into you. You close your eyes in preparation for the worst.
…
You don't feel anything. The machine stops with a clunk and a splutter and you cautiously open your eyes again. The wizard peeks out from behind the device.
Oh my god, it worked! Look how teeny tiny it is!!
She runs over to you and kneels down in front of you. Your head is still bound, so you can only kind of see what she's doing.
This is the most micro of micro-dicks I've ever seen! I shall coin the term 'nanopenis' just for this.
You feel her prodding at your penis with a finger, but it feels wrong. Where you felt her touch didn't make sense, as if it was actually shrunk to just barely bigger than a grain of rice!
The wizard hurriedly scrawls down some notes at her desk and dashes back behind the giant machine, where she fiddles with some of the controls.
Now I'll test it at a negative power! Let's get you refitted for some larger clothes.
She tilts the machine up slightly to point at your torso and again pulls the trigger. You scrunch your face and shut your eyes as the machine blasts into you.
…
You again don't feel a thing besides a gentle breeze brushing across your ass-naked body. And your rice-grain-sized penis. The wizard comes forward again and gasps with a slightly insane sounding giggle.
You are such a cutie!! Look at you!
You startle slightly as she gropes your stomach and chest. They both feel very wrong. Your body definitely wasn't this shape last time you felt it. The wizard pokes at your now-plumped body and jiggles it around playfully like a big squishy water balloon. She scrambles back to her desk to take more notes.
She says an arcane, mysterious word and you hear and feel the shackles release from you. You feel yourself lift gently from the operating table you were leaning on, before you are quickly whisked around and slammed face-first back into the table. The shackles snap onto your limbs again.
Sorry.
The wizard speaks with an obviously facetious tone. You hear more footsteps, note-taking, and control-fiddling. The table is brightly lit by another bright green flash and the machine's noise assaults your ears.
The green light and terrible racket comes to a stop. You hear the wizard again gasping and maniacally giggling to herself. She walks up to you again. You feel a hand brushing and gently squeezing your very-strange feeling butt. The wizard produces a blood-curdling laugh and aggressively slams her hand against your ass with an almost deafiningly loud clap! ...Where's the pain?
…
You wait for a moment.
…
There it is.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
You scream in pain with all the effort your lungs can muster. It feels as if every single bone and nerve in your body was simultaneously hammered, set on fire, and run over by a steam-roller, but just in your big squishy behind.
As you're panting and groaning from the exhaustion of that wave of pain, you hear more pen on paper and the shackles release you once again. You float away from the table and are turned to face the machine and wizard. She's already behind the controls.
By the way, I never introduced myself. I'm Dr. Sparklepiss. FULL POWER!
Before you have a chance to take in the name "Dr. Sparklepiss", the machine roars and blasts you directly in the face with its green beam. You quickly slam your eyes shut, again feeling nothing but your sore ass and your eyes aching from just being blasted.
The machine again goes quiet. You open your eyes, unsure of what she managed to shrink this time. You're quickly set uneasy as the wizard approaches you and she looks fucking huge!
Look how teeny tiny you are!! You're like a little cake topper!
She pokes at you with an enormous finger and you rebound against whatever magical force is holding you in the air. You can turn your head and move your arms again, so you're able to take in what she's done to you. You're shocked. It really is the size of a grain of rice. Your chest, tummy and ass all definitely won't fit in your old clothes, even if you were un-shrunk from your current state.
The wizard pinches your sides and plucks you out of the air and gives you an unsettling smile.
Hehe. Cake topper.
You're cast into her gigantic mouth. You're no longer floating and you slam into her wet, squishy tongue. She closes her mouth and you can't see a thing as you're embraced in darkness. You tumble as she swallows you whole and you slide down her slick, slimy throat. You drop into something wet. You struggle against the rubbery walls, to no avail. You collapse in exhaustion, yielding to your fate.