A Spell Broken

Glen was a decent looking guy, smart, and worked out enough that he was in good shape. He was confident but not arrogant and was raised to be respectful of all. He wasn't exactly a lady's man; he was a bit too shy to fall into that category. He did alright and had several relatively long-term relationships and a few one-night stands. He thought of himself as a good lover, attentive and had never had any complaints. He was average size below the waist, had good staying power and was an expert with his tongue. The last couple of months he had thought it looked a bit smaller than before but chalked it up to having not had sex in a bit. Use it or lose it right? That was until he hooked up with a woman he'd had a few trysts with. She laughed at his little fella and she remarked she didn't remember he was so small, she put significant emphasis on so. The next day after his shower he was going to measure, he worked himself up, pulled the tape measure across the top, four and three quarters inches, damn that is below average but not by that much, he'd read somewhere that average was between five and a quarter and five and a half.

A few days later he was relaxing out back in his swim trunks and started playing with his cock, it sprang to attention and he was quickly in the throes of an orgasm, damn that was fast, maybe a couple of minutes at best. It felt good and that's the important part. Some days later he was getting into the shower and started another round, his dick got raging hard quickly and just then the power went out. Damn, no windows in the bathroom so he fumbled around for his towel, good thing he hadn't soaped up yet. He got dried off but there was a pressure between his legs that needed release. He went and sat down in his Ikea Poang chair, his favorite chair for taking care of business, a few strokes had him on the verge again really quickly. He looked down, is it smaller he thought, he jumped and quickly measured his throbbing cock. Four and a quarter, what the hell is going on, a half inch shorter in less than a week. He finished quickly and I mean quickly two strokes maybe three and pop.

A quick Google search and he had a whole list of reasons it could be shrinking. Age, nope still pretty young and vibrant, gaining weight, again that was a no, if anything he was in better shape than he had been a couple of years ago. Medication side effects, he wasn't on any prescriptions or even over the counter meds. Some other short of weird results, wearing a chastity device, using too many creams to lessen sensitivity. He was heading down a rabbit hole he really wasn't interested in. Disease was the sort of last option, not a pretty thought. He would make a doctor's appointment ASAP. He picked up his phone to set it up but put it down just as quickly. The scenario sounded incredibility embarrassing. TeleDoc, that's it he thought, I can get this down right now.

The next thing he knows he's on with a female doctor who has him taking pictures of his cock and sending them to her. She stays very professional given the circumstances and she ran down the same list of reasons he had found on the internet. She suggested very firmly that he should go see a doctor to run tests on possible diseases that may cause it. So, all that got him was sending dick pics to some random doctor. He would make an appointment first thing tomorrow.

The couple of days leading up to his appointment he tried to be calm down and not think about it, but it pretty much was never far from his thoughts. The day before his appointment Glen felt compelled to measure again, three and seven eighths, "SHIT!" He decided he'd clean up the area and maybe losing a little of hair down there would make it look bigger. He was getting used to being embarrassed, and this didn't help it only made it look like a little kids dick he thought.

The doctor with his nurse by his side examined him which was just about as embarrassing as he imagined. The doctor measured him, "three and three quarters, well below average, a micro penis technically." The nurse entered everything the doctor was saying onto an iPad, again Glen felt like he was getting humiliated just for the sake of it. "Are you sure it was bigger?" The doc asked. What kind of question was that?

"Yes, I'm sure."

The doctor told him he'd get back to him about the test results in a day or two. So that was another fail that stung with embarrassment and humiliation.

When he got home, he didn't feel like sitting around moping about his predicament, he headed down to a local pub to have a drink and play some pinball. He was three pints in with a pretty decent buzz started when a pretty girl started playing on the table next to his. He could feel her checking him out and glanced at her and made eye contact, big smile from her and he returned it. Glen realized how horny he was but chided himself, there's no way with this situation you have going that you're going to pick up on some random girl. She lost her last ball and with a little pout leaned on the table Glen was playing on and introduced herself, "Winnie" she said "but don't feel like I'm winning now." Again, that pretty little pouty face.

"Glen" his beer was just about empty and he was thinking it'd be a good time to slip out.

She asked what he was drinking, he told her it was a hazy IPA and then she walked away, maybe his funk was obvious and she tired of the downer. That was answered a few moments later before his game ended and he could slip out she showed back up with a beer for him and a glass of red wine for herself. Game over, they moved over to a table close by. She mentioned she was in town for a few days, her friend had gotten married a couple of days ago and she had two more days. She used the wedding to ask about his status as the flirting got more intense. He so wanted to hook up with her but his situation was omnipresent. Finally, he though the hell with it what's the worst that could happen. Turns out the worst that could happen was he could premature ejaculate on her hand as she is fishing his tiny cock from his pants and she could start laughing uncontrollably at his dick and he was pretty sure she took a picture with her phone as she left laughing.

A day later the doctor sent him the results negative on the tests; it wasn't anything he knew about but a trip to the urologist is what he suggested. No way was he going to go through that shit again. He started looking on the internet ways to increase your size, a million ads aimed at getting guys to give up cash for penis enlargement creams and devices. He racked his brain, there's got to something I can do. It hit him, he had read about an online witch that had secured a win for a football team in a championship game, the team was a heavy underdog and they won. Glen figured he was rapidly becoming the biggest underdog you could imagine. Turns out there are a lot of online spells and witches, and the best place to find them is on ETSY, now to find one that would take on his issue. Took a bit but he found one that specializes in sensitive personal issues, her name was Trinity. He started writing her an email deleted it, tried again deleted it, and finally just said he had a very sensitive issue and sent it. A couple of days passed without a response, finally a short and almost terse email from Trinity wanting details. His response to Trinity was beyond difficult for him to write, he tried dancing around the subject but realized he'd probably never hear from her again if he didn't tell all, "my dick is shrinking and it's got to stop!" In the meantime, the tape measure had been kind, he had settled in at about three and half inches.

Her response was rapid, "How long has this been going on? How big or I guess how small is it? How big was it? Any other issues? Where do you live?" He told her everything from right down to the humiliating date with premature ejaculation and laughing. Again, she wrote right back, she had to do it in person but thankfully she lived a couple hours north of him in the town of Mendocino. They set up a day to get this done. He was at once scared, excited, embarrassed (something he was getting used to feeling) and thrilled to get this whole thing over with.

The day arrived and Glen set out north, he tried not to be too crazy but didn't obey many speed limits on his way there. He arrived at the cottage perched on a hill just out of town. It was a perfect little cottage for a witch he thought, there were flowers and herbs and all kind of little stone art on the path to the cottage. He only got a few steps up the path when Trinity appeared in the door way she smiled and gave him a slight wave. As he got close, he could see she was very pretty in sort of unkept hippie way. Her sundress blew around like it was light as a feather in the wind. She led him into the cottage; it was furnished with lots of cool old antiques and older wooden furniture. It was clean and somewhat bright with the sun coming in. She motions for him to sit and disappears into the next room. He sits in a comfy wood chair with thick cushions, very comfortable. She comes back with two cups of tea, "you are clearly too wired right now, this will calm you down a bit." He takes a few sips and it does have a rather immediate effect; he melts a little into the chair.

She starts off, "I know that this isn't easy but I'm going have to see it." She nods at him as if to ask him to stand and show. He rises from the chair and takes of his shoes and pants, his shirt hangs down below his waist and she tells him to strip. He complies peeling off his boxer briefs last. She doesn't laugh but Glen can see the corners of her mouth curl up into a slight grin. He's embarrassed but actually quite a bit more comfortable than with the doc and the Teledoc.

He looks at her looking at his tiny penis, "you can laugh I'm getting used to it" which causes her to chuckle the cutest little chuckle, he laughs a little with her.

"Okay let's get him hard and get a measurement." Her attention to his little dick and her warm nature has little Glen at full staff in a second. She takes a sewing tape and runs it along the top of his cock, "three and a quarter", shit he thinks it's started again. "So, you were average, small average five ish?"

"No more like six, it had been a long time since I measured before this, back when I was horny boy."

She gets up and grabs a couple of volumes from the book case and disappears into the other room. He's relieved her holding the tape measure on his cock and nearly gotten him there and that would have been uncomfortable for all parties. While she's gone Glen puts his briefs and shirt back on, hoping that is okay. She returns but only for a second and grabs another book and back into the other room. He can smell what smells like tea but not the same as before. She returns to the front room sipping from a different mug, pulls the curtains closed and tells him to strip and lie down on the couch. He complies quickly, the couch is very large and he can easily lay flat.

She gets up and stands over him, she begins to speak a language Glen has no idea what it is, Gaelic, Norse something northern sounding. She continues like that for what seemed to Glen like minutes but was probably only a minute. He's laying there still half aroused when all of a sudden, she reaches down and grabs all of him in her hands squeezing a bit, there's a bit of pain that turns to a burning sensation. The burning increases till Glen feels like he needs to jump up and get away, he's sure there will be burn scars it's that intense at this point he explodes in a huge orgasm that sprays cum all over Trinity's hands and arms and all over his chest and belly. She continues to hold him and the burning continues, she utters a very guttural exclamation and releases him. The pain slowly melts away, he's afraid to look down and see what has happened to his cock. She leaves the room, and as she does, she tells him there is a bathroom down the hall that he can clean up in. He gathers his clothes and goes down the hall; he cleans himself the best he can and gets dressed. When he returns Trinity is sitting in her chair sipping from the first mug and the curtains are open. Her face is unreadable but Glen feels a distinct difference in the room.

She looks at him, "it's a spell".

He nods, "how much do I owe you".

"No, it's a spell, your shrinking, someone has put a spell on you."

"What, what do you mean?"

"You or your dick has pissed someone off enough that they put a spell on you. You have obviously wronged someone." There was very cold and accusatory tone to her voice. "You and that now tiny dick of yours are someone's revenge." "It is a strong spell, that burning you felt was the spell burning us both."

He thought hard but was confused, who would have done this, "I swear I don't know, I've never had a bad break up or even an unresolved fight with a girlfriend."

Trinity's anger melted a bit as she looked at Glen's confused sad face. She was inclined to believe him but she couldn't imagine a witch casting this spell without a good reason. Not to mention there are not that many witches that cast spiteful and damaging spells like this.

Sitting on the couch when it all overwhelmed him, he got up holding back sobs and headed for the door, "how much do I owe you"?

Trinity rose up and stopped him; she looked at his sorrow filled eyes and embraced him. For a moment her hug melted his trouble, she had such a warm and calming effect on him. It all came racing back and he stepped away from her, "I can't thank you enough let me know what I owe you please".

She looked up at him her eyes echoing the pain she saw in him, "I didn't do anything, I can't charge you for not helping". He thanked her again and walked out to his car feeling completely dejected. The moment he was on the road he broke down and cried like he hadn't cried in along time. He had to pull off the road several times when it would just overwhelm him.

Once back in town he realized he hadn't eaten in hours and walked to the same pub, hoping that girl was not there. He ordered a burger and a beer; he only ate about half the burger but downed several beers. He looked around the pub and felt like every girl in there looked at him like they knew about his cock, what did the doc call it, a micro penis. He left and went back to his place had another couple of beers and passed out. He woke several hours later to the sound of a text alert. He looked at his phone it was from Trinity; she asked him how he was doing, not great how the hell do think I'm doing, he thought that and then immediately felt bad, he texted fine with an emoji smiley face. She was the only good thing that had happened to him since this whole thing started, hell maybe even longer than that.

The next morning, he woke with the determination to get past all of this. He would be fine he'll get used to a new aspect of his life. He was brought quickly back to reality in the shower; he barely touched it and went off again. Is the premature thing getting worse? That questioned was answered a few hours later when Glen went to the market to get some groceries, a pretty girl caught his eye coupled with the fact that little Glen stuck straight out from his groin and the head rubbed his jeans in just such a way that he had to set his grocery basket down and practically run from the store to his car. Again, it's a great feeling to cum but just not at the slightest touch. Looks like a heavy dose of lidocaine on the little dick before going out in public again. With no groceries in his arms, he was back at his place texting Trinity, any word on who cast the spell and why? She wrote back so fast he wondered if she was waiting for him to write. She had a possible lead on the witch that cast the spell.

A somewhat notorious witch in Yachats Oregon. She was thought to be pretty powerful witch and had no issues with hurting people with spells. Trinity had tried to contact her but hadn't heard anything yet. He mentioned his accident at the grocery store and the whole premature thing was getting out of hand. He pleaded was there anything she could do? She texted back that she could break the spell. What?! She could break the spell?! Why hadn't she said that before? Immediately his phone started ringing. It was Trinity, her voice made his heart jump into his throat, what the hell? She explained that breaking it, he would be stuck with a three-inch dick that fired off at the slightest provocation. He thought about it for a second, no he needed the spell undone. He again asked if there was anything she could do? She thought she could probably cast a spell that desensitized his penis. He jumped at the chance, absolutely, how soon?

He was on the road north the next morning, he was excited to get this done and excited to see Trinty again. He felt like he was falling in love with her but in his mind, he knew that she probably had dealt with other clients thinking they loved her.

He arrived pretty quickly again and was again naked on her couch. She was looking strangely at his little cock. "Had the brilliant idea to do away with all the hair, not my finest hour." They both had a good laugh at what now looked like a baby dick with balls.

She started right in with the incantation, standing over him gazing off into space, she reached down cupped him like before squeezing hard enough to get a groan out of Glen, the big difference this time was there was no burning sensation just coolness that felt like running water washing over his package. Then it was over she released him and turned away.

He had all kinds of questions, "how soon would it work, how long would it last, will it need to be renewed?"

She turned reached down and stroked his little dick she laughed as she released him nothing happened; he wasn't sure if she was laughing at his surprised look or at his tiny cock. "Looks to be working I'd say." "Should last a while but you never know about these things, too many variables."

She nodded towards his clothes; he got dressed quickly. "How much do I owe you this time?"

She responded $500, he didn't really have any idea but $500 seemed like a lot, she saw the look on his face. "It's 500 to not cum." She laughed. "Cost a whole more to cum to be honest with you" she joked. She pointed at his crotch, "no more accidents little man." She was getting a bit of joy from poking fun at him. She left to fetch a couple of mugs of tea, apparently this was a thing with her, maybe with witches he thought.

When she returned, they sat and talked about a lot of things, the area she lived in, being a witch, how she became a witch. Seems if your mother is a witch you'll learn a lot about being a witch and stand a pretty good chance of being one too. They even got into some of things that make spells work. She explained it's about human nature combined with the nature of societal living. We are all way more connected than people imagine. It's how separate societies came with a lot of the same ideas disconnected by oceans and eons of time. This commonality of knowledge is the power of living in societies. We have individual will and individual knowledge but that flows out of us and into the societie's will, knowledge and power.

He was pretty lost in the how of it all but loved listening to her voice and seeing the joy she gets from this knowledge and being a witch. It was in her very being, she was a witch would always be a witch. He told her he would have never believed in all of this, he was a tangible, show me kind of person. She acknowledged this, most humans are in the same boat, they don't understand, and things that can't be seen or felt don't exist. He admitted if it hadn't been for this experience he would have never believed. She explained that the power of the spell on him has to do with the power of the witch but more importantly the power of the human emotions attached, the emotions of the person who requested the spell, the witch's emotions casting the spell and the recipient's emotions. You probably don't want to hear this but your own emotions helped to trigger the effectiveness of the spell.

As she explained all this, he realized that yes, he had fallen in love with Trinity. It was going to be difficult to hide.

She told him about the witch that had cast the spell, she is a powerful witch but she is also a dangerous witch. She is known amongst witches for some of the things she has done, both to none witches and on more than one occasion to witches. Her name is Nettie, people call her the White Witch, not because she's pure or any nonsense like that but because her skin is almost Albino white. Glen's only hope was if he with Trinity's help could convince her that she had been lied to to get her to cast the spell.

They decided they would drive up in two days, it's a nine- or ten-hour drive to Yachats so they would stay the night and finish the drive to arrive the following morning. He could settle his debt with her after their adventure was through.

Glen felt tremendous, this thing would be over and things could get back to some semblance of normal. He wasn't exactly sure how he would deal with the falling in with Trinity thing. He was pretty sure she was not feeling the same about him as he did about her. He wondered if some of his feelings were based on her being his white knight.

He got back to town feeling more himself then he had since it started. It was. Nice to know that thing wouldn't just randomly going off. That was almost as bad as the shrinking thing, almost. The day of just doing nothing was horrible he didn't want to do anything he just wanted to get going. He laid awake that night a million thoughts going through his head, not all good either. What if she won't reverse it; how small will it get? He didn't want those negative thoughts getting into his brain but there was not way around it. There were aspects of having a tiny penis that he had never thought of, one of the more difficult ones was going to the bathroom. He couldn't stand to pee anymore without making a mess of the floor but sitting wasn't fun either as his penis was so small that he peed on his balls when he went. Another was wearing underwear with a fly; his penis stuck straight out from his body so it would almost always find the opening and stick its tiny little head out. He got mad at himself stop thinking shitty thoughts, this will be over with soon enough.

He woke from the restless sleep and grabbed his overnight bag jumped in the car and raced up to Mendocino, excited to get this going and excited to see Trinity. She barely ever left his thoughts for more than a few minutes. It would be super difficult sitting next to her and not be able to say how he felt about her. He pulled into the cottage driveway and she appeared quickly from the doorway. She looked absolutely amazing, a knee length sundress of hummingbirds and flowers, it looked like a wisp of air wrapped around her. It flew around with the wind like it was the wind itself. Her beautiful smile and the way she gazed at him made his heart leap into his throat. She had a small cloth clutch in one hand and little overnight sack in the other. He looked back at her every bit the smitten client.

They started up the coast with a bit of a gray sky that followed them for a while. They broke out into the sun near Eureka and the sun light twinkled on the ocean. They talked about various things, staying away from the reason they were there. It was pleasant conversation followed by long comfortable silences. I think they both were a bit apprehensive about what was to come but for now it was just enjoying each other's company. The stopped a few times along the way at touristy places, a lighthouse some interesting beaches and rivers. By the time they got to Coos Bay they were both hungry and ready to be out of the car. A quick check on Google and they found a nice waterfront inn, looked out on the bay nothing on the oceanside. They pulled into the lot and went to check in. Glen went to the clerk two rooms please, immediately Trinity corrected him one room with two queens. The clerk a looked a little confused, she reiterated one room two beds. That was done and then went out to grab their bags.

She volunteered "I've seen you naked a few times, no need for modesty."

He shot back "Yeah but I haven't seen you naked."

"And you won't", she said with mischievous chuckle.

They went to the room and dropped their bags, she claimed the bed next to the bathroom and repeated he wasn't about to get a show tonight. He picked up the info book in the room and checked out local dining.

"7 Devils Brewing sounded good, Devils and witches." She shot him a look that said don't go there, don't ever go there. File that one away.

After a good bite of pub food and couple of pints of really good beers they walked along the road that ran along the bay. The sun was painting the hillside on the other side of the bay a beautiful orange glow. She slipped her hand into his and gave a little squeeze, it felt so right to both of them and he gave the back of her hand a little rub with his thumb. They walked quietly for a bit, as they got close to the inn, she stopped them and turned towards Glen, she held his hand a bit tighter and said "I make it a habit of not getting involved with clients but I find myself in an awkward position..." he didn't let her finish, leaned down to her mouth and kissed her ever so gently with barely parted lips. Their tongues bumped slightly and she pulled back looked him in the eyes and pulled him to her embrace and another tender kiss. They broke the kiss and walked the short distance to the inn.

His heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. She was quiet and had seemed to have lost a bit of her self-confident aura, he was bit out of control and was always in control. They entered the room, both of them not exactly what to do next, Trinity pulled sundress over her head and threw it to the floor. She stood naked in front him; he looked at the beauty before him; her body was smooth with a wisp of hair under her arms and an equally small wisp above her pussy. Her breasts were on the small side, just a touch larger than a champagne coup but that perfect coup shape. He threw off his clothes and embraced her into a slow fall onto the bed. Little Glen was enamored too, he was at his full length and girth be that what it was, he didn't feel like he was going to lose it, success. He wanted this to be as perfect as possible for her; he slid down her body kissing his way down to her belly.

He kissed and gently sucked on her flesh around her pelvis area moving out the sensitive area around her hip bones, she squirmed and groaned with all of his little kisses. He moved back to the center and gently pushed her thighs open and eased into the space he had created. He dove slowly into her womanhood wanting the experience to last for her and for him. He was getting tremendous amount of pleasure from her feedback to his actions. As he glided his tongue softly across her lips and clit, she clasped his head in her hands and held there. He began to slowly suck her enlarged clit into his mouth, she responded with a rush of juices hand dipped his tongue down to part her lips. Her pussy drew his tongue and he could feel her hands clasp his head and pull his hair just a touch. He was hitting the right spots.

As he pushed his tongue into her, she began to roll her hips and grind into his mouth a little harder. He went back to slowly sucking her clit into his mouth when he felt her momentum increase a bit. He changed his rhythm to fit her new urgency. She began to speed up and followed her leading, alternating between sucking on her clit and driving his tongue as deep as he could get it. Her juices flowing steadily and her inner thighs clenched around his head and her hands holding him firmly in place. With a loud groan her thighs began to flutter and twitch as she began to orgasm, a beautiful stifled squeal from Trinity and suddenly she was moving in a million directions and going nowhere. This lasted for several minutes, he was reluctant to stop kissing and licking for fear that it would end her lengthy orgasm. Eventually it subsided and he kissed his why up her body her moans had turned to soft whimpers, was she crying? He kissed her chin and looked at her, she was crying.

"Did I do something wrong?" He wanted it to be perfect.

"No" she sobbed a bit, "I haven't made love or had anyone make love to me in five years." She looked at him with tears in her eyes, "I had forgotten what it feels like".

He kissed her tears away and relaxed in the warmth of her body next to his. At that moment he realized he hadn't cummed. He looked into her eyes and said the dumbest thing he'd ever said, "thanks for making me not cum".

She laughed and in one quick movement rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him. She spread his legs and scissored her legs between his and guided him into her.

"Condom?" He asked.

She shook her head, didn't matter and wouldn't fit.

She ground down has low as she could get and pushed her swollen clit against his pubis bone and held that for a moment. She could feel him in her but just barely in. She knew she could stroke up and down or he would fall out so she started a slow rolling of her hips and ground down a bit harder. She felt warm, aglow in his embrace and wanted the feeling to last forever. With rolling motion she could feel another orgasm building, he too could feel himself getting close. She felt his small cock start to twitch insider and increased the speed of her roll. That did it, he exploded inside of her which pushed her over the edge to her own orgasm. Her whole tensed and then she melted into him. They stayed like that for a bit. Eventually he opened his eye to see her staring down intently at him, he leaned and kissed her. She paused for a second, "please don't hurt me, I'm not good at the broken heart thing", he nodded in agreement and the held the embrace, falling asleep in the warmth of each other. The intensity of the moment and the weeks leading up this moment had caught up to both of them. When they woke still laying together they both knew things had changed drastically for both of them.

Sitting at breakfast they barely spoke but the comfortable silence that they both enjoyed about the other was enough communication. Words were not what held them to each other.

They began the drive shortly after breakfast, it would be a couple of hours and they would be reaching the moment of truth. Not too long into the drive Glen couldn't take it any longer, it had bothered him, "five years?". She looked at him and he could she was annoyed that that was the question he had. He quickly clarified, "you have such a warm and caring nature, I can't imagine you not having love in your life for that long."

She filled him about her life, an outsider as a kid, she had a witch for a mom and the kids could leave it alone. Always an outsider from elementary age all the way through high school. She had a few friends but certainly no childhood sweethearts and the few friends kept a bit of distance so that they wouldn't be ostracized too. She only got her footing when she could work with her mom and began to dive into her passion. Eventually her mom moved to a new town and Trinity became the witch in the cottage. A few years passed and traveler, a wood worker by trade passing through town met her and decided to stay in Mendocino, he found work with a local cabinet maker and they started a relationship. She felt like he was the one, she finally was with someone who cared about who she was. They started talking about moving in together, she made it clear it would be at the cottage.

They even started to talk about the future, when the subject of children came up, she had to tell him. She ran out of eggs, premature menopause, she didn't even know that was a thing. Turns out a woman can run out of eggs when they are still fairly young and lucky Trinity was that girl. He said that that was okay they could always adopt. Not long after this he brought up adoption again and said she should probably give up the hocus pocus thing, it will hinder their ability to adopt. It ripped her apart, first that he didn't get that there is no other Trinity, there's only witch Trinity and that he thought it was a thing. How dare he, belittle her very being, what got her out of bed in the morning, what drove her day, that was five years ago. He sensed her pain from this was still very near the surface.

They were nearing their destination and Trinity wanted to prepare him for what she expected was going to be a very uncomfortable situation.

"Do not challenge her in any way, no matter what she says about you, you must remain calm." "She is a very powerful witch and as I've told you she has no moral code guiding her actions." "Do not speak unless you've been asked a question." "If she reveals who requested the spell do not react." "I will try to direct the conversation; you may not have to say anything." He nodded his understanding.

As they pulled in her place Glen was struck by both the similarities and the differences between their cottages. Where Trinty's had growth and vibrancy, this cottage had overgrown bushes and trees and plants struggling for life. It could have been a charming little seaside cottage but it was not. The started up the short path towards the door, Nettie appeared in the doorway, she was striking, tall, Glen thought she might be as tall as him, thin and the alabaster skin shone in the little bit of sun that made it through the tangle of trees and overgrown bushes.

"Ah Trinity I've heard good things about you."

Trinity thanked her and returned the sentiment.

"To be honest I was not looking forward to meeting him." She glared in his direction.

Glen was not making eye contact but could feel the heat of her gaze. He knew Trinity was right; he should do his best not talk or make eye contact with her.

"I do not want that man in my house; we can talk at the fire ring." She gestured toward a rust old fire pit that was surrounded by old wooden chairs. They sat in a spaced triangle with Trinity and Glen sitting close and Nettie on the other side.

Trinity broke the silence, "was it an ancient spell?"

"You like? No, it was my own, I created it just for him!" Nettie spate in Glen's direction.

Trinty went straight to the heart of the matter, "The offended party must have been terribly wronged, is there any way to right this?"

Nettie in a voice that left no doubt to her intent replied "That man has ruined every relationship she has ever had, she is forever stuck with this burden of his doing, he will be forever stuck with the curse that he has brought on himself."

"He does not know what wrong he has committed, he does not even know who he wronged. Every indication I have is he is not lying."

"That is the problem with men, they destroy things, they destroy lives, they destroy love, oblivious to the damage they do. He was her first love and she his, only to toss her aside and move on. No thought, no concern for the consequences for her. She could never fully commit her heart to anyone after this. The grew up together, they would have grown old together in the same neighborhood."

Glen new who it was immediately, Heather, he indeed grown up in the same neighborhood with her, she followed him around telling him they would live here forever. She was not his first love, he never loved her, they did go to one dance in the sixth grade together but that hardly counts as being loves let alone boyfriend and girlfriend. He wanted to speak but he obeyed Trinity, he held his tongue.

Trinity turned to Glen, "do you have anything to say to this?"

He laid it out for the two witches, she had never been a love let alone anything other than a neighbor to him, and certainly hadn't led her to believe that she would ever be anything more.

Lettie looked straight at Glen. "All of that doesn't matter, the spell is locked little man! No one will be able to break it."

Trinity spun around and spoke in a voice Glen had never heard from her, it carried anger and disdain. "You spiteful bitch, you sully our entire community!"

Glen not sure of what was going on, only knew he wanted to hurt Nettie stood and took a step towards her. She turned towards him, "try it dumbshit, you know what I'm capable of!" He stopped for a second and then took another step towards her, she raised a hand and fired off an incantation in his direction. Glen froze, there was silence and nothing happened, Lettie stood there looking confused. She turned to Trinity, "you weak minded little speck, your weak spell can't protect him, you won't even be able to protect yourself!"

Lettie was so caught up in her rage she didn't realize how vulnerable she was, Trinity raised a hand and fired a mix of unintelligible words in Lettie's direction. Lettie looked confused, she tried to focus, she tried to fire off a spell but all that came out of her mouth was "the quick brown fox", she repeated it a bit louder and forceful, "the quick brown fox".

Trinity motioned Glen towards the car. They jumped in and the last thing they heard from Lettie was her screaming "the quick brown fox", her voice cracking.

As had been the case a lot lately Glen had no idea what had just happened but before he could get his whats and whys out Trinity offered that she didn't trust that bitch so she had put a protection spell on Glen, she ventured that it was some kind of disfigurement spell that Lettie tried and when it got blocked it was painful for Lettie. That gave her the chance to cast a spell that causes your thoughts to always end at a simple thought. In this case it was "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy sleeping dog", the old typing practice line. It would circle in her head like an ear worm song; her mom taught her the spell when she was a kid and would get bullied by other kids. It was a simple little spell but delivered by a witch of Trinity's ability and power it can last for a few hours. As far as the curse on him she explained it had been locked and can't be reversed by anyone, perhaps not even by Lettie. As far as the brag that it couldn't be broken, Trinity was pretty confident that she could break it. She told him to pull into San Marine State Park and park away from any other cars there.

"Get your pants off now!" She leaned across and grabbed his small package and started the mumbling in the crazy tongue again. The burning sensation returned, the intensity even greater, he was sure his dick and balls would have burns all over them. The burning continued for what seemed like an eternity, all at once the burning turned into the cool water feeling. The relief was incredible, she kept hold of him for quite a bit longer, he started to feel the little guy stir and start to swell. She let go of him, "it's broken, no not your dick the spell" she joked. "You're now the size you will always be" he looked at her with sadness in his eyes. "It's okay I love you and your little tiny dick" she offered.

He managed a half smile, "well if you if put it like that".

"Maybe this will cheer you up a bit, the burn we felt, she got it tenfold as her spell was broken." He did feel a little pleasure in that thought but he was stuck with a three-inch dick, about half of the average. As if reading his mind she said "you don't have to impress any other girls with it you already have me". That made him smile and he did feel like being with her was all he wanted in life now, but a bigger dick would be nice.

They stopped in Yachats and got a couple of teas to go from The Green Salmon and continued south. Just a bit before they got to Florence, she told him to pull into a trailhead and park. The walked a short distance and came out on to Hobbit Beach, they walked about 40 yards onto the beach and Trinity pulled a blanket from her bag and laid it out on the sand. Scanning the beach there were only a few couples around, some walking others sitting in beach chairs all of them a long way off. She pulls off her dress revealing her beautiful naked body and lays down on the blanket. He's staring down at her lithe form admiring her, feeling great joy that she's with him. She looks up at him, "get naked". He looks out at the other people on the beach, not sure if he wanted to expose his tiny penis to the whole world. Okay it wasn't the whole world there were only a handful of people here and they were all far enough away that they wouldn't be able to see him. She looks up at him and repeats "get naked" this time it sounded more like a command. "Last time I'm going to say this, strip". He pulls off his shirt and kicks off his shoes, pulls down his pants and briefs and quickly lays down to limit his exposure. "Relax it's a nude beach."

"It's not that it's this he points to his little man."

"Yup you've got a little one, probably one the smallest ones out there, certainly the smallest one I've ever seen" she said with laugh and a wink. Her naked body close to him and her looking at his cock, he starts to swell, he's about half hard and its pretty much sticking straight up towards the sky. Right then they hear voices behind him towards the trailhead, sure enough two younger couples walk out and start towards them. Their angle will take them probably within about 10 yards of where they are. Glenn starts wishing over and over for them to change their direction, instead if anything it looks like they are going to be even closer. As they get closer, they can hear them talking, but can't make out what their saying. As they got closer their talking becomes hushed but they could hear both the girls and the guys laughing as they looked over at Trinity and Glen. A combination of the couples looking and laughing at his dick, naked Trinity next to him, the wind, the sun he was suddenly fully erect and it was throbbing and bouncing around. Trinity looked over at him and his bobbing hard little cock and let out an almost squealing laugh, "welcome the world of small penis humiliation, it looks like you're going to like it".