“Peter: From Betrayal to Renewal” | Hypno Erotics | Hypno Porn | Erotic Hypnosis
“Curse you, Kali!” Peter’s voice echoed through the room. Suddenly, he found himself jolting awake, drenched in sweat, in his Los Angeles apartment.
The haunting echo in his thoughts were her voice, “In the depths of my vulnerability, as I grappled with my health and the looming fear of a terminal diagnosis, you went out for a pack of smokes and never came back. You failed to value me, exploiting me for your own gain. This narrative ends here. I’ve released the weight of your betrayal, and now it’s time to assist those truly in need.”
His dick tingled, not the fleeting prickle of a limb fallen asleep, but a deep, reverberating thrum, as though his very blood pulsed with a novel, anxious rhythm.
As he shifted his gaze to inspect the source of this alien feeling, he was met with a sight that rendered him breathless. His dick, normally slender and agile, was inflating grotesquely, ballooning to a size reminiscent of an overripe sausage left too long in the summer sun. The skin was stretched taut, glossy, and almost translucent, revealing a dizzying dance of capillaries pushed to their limits. Every heartbeat sent waves across the surface, like ripples in a pond disturbed by a skipping stone.
The swelling grew more intense, becoming a pulsating spectacle of pressure and strain. His dick felt as if it had swallowed a sun, radiating heat, its surface marred by a myriad of bulging veins, winding and intertwining, each more engorged than the last. The pain began as a distant throb but quickly intensified into a searing agony that shot up his dick, threatening to engulf him entirely.
Desperation painted Peter’s every move as he tried to alleviate the pressure, to halt this grotesque transformation. But every touch, every attempt at relief only seemed to anger the beast that his dick had become. The stretched skin began to shine with an ominous hue, glimmering like wet paint under a glaring sun, a canvas of pain and pressure.
Peter’s mind raced, thoughts tangled in confusion and fear. How had this happened? Was this some curse or a rare ailment? His dick now felt like a lead weight, heavy and unyielding. The juxtaposition of its monstrous appearance against the familiar setting of his quaint bedroom was almost too surreal to comprehend.
As hours turned into days, the swelling ebbed and flowed, each flare more agonizing than the last. Through the haze of pain, Peter yearned for a return to normalcy, for the touch of his once delicate fingers that traced across it. The town whispered of his affliction, but it was the visceral memory of that intense swelling, the sensation of being consumed from within, that would haunt Peter for the rest of his days.
