My story idea, which could be creatively embellished, concerns

a guy who having been constantly bombarded by junk e-mail and by adverts in the papers considers 'chemical enhancement'

The guy even sees a shop in his local high street with loads of products in drums offering 'a new you'.

He's a fairly ordinary guy in height, weight and cock size and

he thinks he can dynamically change his stamina and appearance, not that he wants to be some hulking dude, just

more noticeable; He is a gay guy.

The guy goes into the store and says most of this to staff, who say they have just the product for him. They point out that the effects will not be noticeable overnight and impress on him that no matter, what he must finish the long course.

Naturally, the course given him does most of what he asked for,

dynamically changes his appearance.

However, the changes he eventually realises have the effect of

reducing his length and girth of his ordinary cock so that the

maximum length is under 2". His balls too.I would like to leave an author who takes this idea and runs with it, the scope to decide how the guy eventually feels about it all, whether or not he can still ejaculate etc..and they can introduce maybe a member of staff into the plot development. I'd like the ending to be a happy one.....but very different from the outcome he originally expected!

The second guy should be bi/gay with an interest in genital mods

too. The story becomes consensual and there should be no

gratuitous pain, just a good 'yarn' with a twist!:)

Great idea for a story! I'll really look forward to reading it after you finish.

No, I didn't misread your post but I did see a well thought out, decently worded outline of what you would like to read. Me too! So go for it! I don't think any of us here are professional writers (Perhaps, Jesus that writes articles for the board is a professional writer but I'm not sure?)

Try it! You might like it! I started a short story last March that grew into Novel.

If I can do it, anyone can!

Master Waddie:p

[Here's a first draft on such a topic.... -jab]

I didn't realize that reading such advertisements was dangerous.

It turns out that a friend loaned me a journal he was reading, and there were some adverts in the back. Some were of a sexual nature, and one caught my eye:

"Gym training available by goal-oriented coach."

Okay, I thought, let's see what they have to say.

"Read this aloud, and listen for the 'music' in each syllable.

There's a phone number that will eventually be heard as you

repeat this. Call it, and say where you read the

advertisement."

Afterwards were some nonsense words. I tried reading them, but couldn't hear any phone number. I read slowly, quickly, with long pauses between words and with no space between the words at all. Nothing.

How strange, I thought. They pay to put advertisements into journals, even these cheap ones on fake magic. Who would waste their money like that?

I didn't think anything more of it, although I did wonder a bit about the friend reading such junk.

Over the next weeks, I was at the gym a lot. I had just been laid off, and my time was better spent at the gym than waiting at the unemployment office to fill out forms. The results were faster than I'd seen before, probably because of the amount of time I was spending, and I was filling out in areas I had given up on. My legs, my arms, my neck. They all looked like they belonged to someone who was in a Colt magazine.

I wasn't as interested in jerking off, I admit. Why bother, when I'm creating a greek god out of my own body? I slowly stopped having sex, devoting that time and energy to working out.

Two months later, my ex-boyfriend, Jack, came over for a bite. He was impressed with my body. "Steroids?" he asked, and I happily responded that it was all hard work and no "help".

He hinted that he'd like to have sex, and I felt a tingle somewhere. "I'd like that," I responded, and rubbed my crotch. Usually, the thought of sex with Jack is enough to make my cock drip. (We broke up for other reasons, but the sex was excellent.) This time was different, and I found that my mouth was dry. I licked my lips.

Jack unzipped his pants, and motioned for me to come over. "Normally, you top me. I like that, a lot. You used to have a great dick for that," he said as he pulled it out. "I think it's time that I spent a little time working on your throat and showing you how much you like it."

I was agast! Here I was, this muscled god, and Jack was telling me to get on my knees. That's when he broke the news.

"You've really enjoyed the time at the gym, lately, haven't you, Boy?".

I thought about it. Yes, I had, and no, I wasn't used to being called "Boy."

He continued, "I knew you'd like that. Did you ever think about the words from that journal I gave Peter a while back? I asked him to leave it out for you to find."

I remembered the journal, vaguely. He reminded me of the advert.

"You read an incantation I had published just for you, Love. Take your pants down and get on your knees, and I'll show you."

I did, partly out of curiosity and partly out of - well, I don't know. My body was firm, big, and I'd let it keep the bit of body hair that my genes had given me. I couldn't really see my cock, without a mirror, because my pecs had gotten too large.

He let me know the rest now. "You're quite beautiful, Joe. Your body is about as handsome as I've seen, and you know how wonderful it feels to have everyone look at you and want to have sex with you. However, the incantation you read has two parts: your body is now that of Zeus when he took human form, but your cock is that of Ganymede, the boy who serviced him. You are

going to learn to be the most submissive boy in town, with my help, and men will pay good money to dominate a greek god."

He held up a mirror to my crotch, and it felt like it was actually shrinking. I had the cock of a 7-year-old, and my balls seemed to be about the size of small marbles.

"Jack, please, tell me what you want. I'll do anything," I begged.

My lover (I guess the "ex-" part just got taken away) laughed. "You are doing it, Joe. I need you to beg me to fuck you, because it's the only way you'll every get any sexual relief again. But I won't fuck you today, Joe. Nor tomorrow. I'll fuck you after I've decided you're good enough at cocksucking. The longer you take to become an expert, the longer before you see my cock

near your ass. Got it, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir," I responded. Now my workout time would have to be split between the gym and the man who sent me there.

Jab, I have only just today read your tale. It' s very interesting, well written, and exciting! Thank you

(I saw in your profile that there are only 4 days between your birthday and mine!)