The Laughing Room (Patreon)

The blindfold was yanked off your face forcefully.  As your eyes adjusted to the dimly-lit room, you found that it had been done by a blonde woman with glasses in a tight, black, short-skirted uniform. She looked over her glasses at you with a smirk.  You tried to move, and found your arms and legs were bound to the chair, and a gag in your mouth. That's when you remembered. This was your sentencing for your crimes: A new form of cruel and unusual punishment that had been cooked up to discourage the growing outbreak of sexual offenses. 

"Alright, let's take a look at your paperwork...." She smiled, looking back down at her clipboard. "Oh ho, tried to take upskirt pics on the train, huh? Well, I'm sure you won't be doing that again after this!" She let out a small laugh as she flipped over to the second sheet on the clipboard. "And your sentence is…" her brow furrowed. "Oh my! Thirty percent? That's harsh, bro!" She giggled. "Sucks for you, big time!" She read further on your sheet. "Oh my word, your file says you're only five point eight inches?" "Man, he's already not very big to begin with, and I'm about to shrink him even more!" You winced at her cruelty. 

The woman wandered over to the cabinet in the corner and scanned its contents for a moment before selecting an item from within. She turned back around to reveal she was holding a thick metal cylinder, roughly the shape of a fleshlight. Emblazoned on the side in big bold letters was the name "ShrinkMaster 5000." She took steps closer to you, smirking all the while. 

While you tugged at your restraints, fighting to loosen them, she unbuttoned your jeans and pulled down the waistband of your underpants, fishing out your genitalia and sliding the device over your penis while you desperately squirmed. 

The number '99' lit up on the shrink machine's digital display, but she turned the knob on the back until it read '25', and then pressed a green button, which made a beep sound off. Instantly, you felt a tightening, constricting, compressing feeling on your cock; it felt like it was squeezing your dick down to nothing. 

A moment later, the device beeped again and she pulled it back off. Where your dick had once been was now a twitching nub roughly the size of a triple-A battery. This woman seemed very pleased with herself.

"And the best part is, it's not over just yet!" She chirped, crossing the room again. She flicked a lightswitch, which turned on the lights and made the one-way glass deactivate. Your heart sank into your innards. 

On the other side of the glass was a room full of familiar female faces: Your co-workers, your boss, those two cute baristas from the coffee shop, the girl-next-door you'd known since you were a kid, even that big-titted cheerleader you crushed on big time in high school. 

And as if on cue, the crowd all began simultaneously pointing and laughing at you, the intercom carrying over their shrill, tormenting cackles into your room. 

"Ahaha! I'll have to think twice about giving that raise to someone who's a pinky-dicked pervert." Your boss giggled to your coworkers. 

"It's back to the size it was when we were kids!" Chirped your girl-next-door.

"Man, and I was like, this close to fucking him!" Laughed one of the baristas. 

Yur blonde tormentor leaned down to whisper in your ear with a cruel cackle. "Were those upskirt pics worth never getting coochie again, pervert?"