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I was overjoyed when my ex texted me about wanting to get back together. She’d left me, and the lack of closure was killing me, because she never told me why, just that “it wasn’t working”. I was spruced up and on my way to meet her at our old spot at the pub. I was whistling a tune and looking forward to fucking her later tonight. How could I forget the body. Perfect big boobs with three-finger-width pink areolas, a nice jiggly ass, and a face as beautiful as any. I was nearly getting a semi remembering her body again. I entered and met her with a hug, smiling broadly.

“Hey beautiful, I’ve been missing you.”

“Of course you have,” she answered with a twinkle in her eye.

“Why don’t we go over to a more private booth?” I suggested.

“Still the naughty boy, are you?” she giggled.

In a more private spot, I began: “Why the sudden change of heart? You know I’ve tried to call you.”

Kicking off her heels under the table she said, “I realised we had some unfinished business, and I wanted to make up for leaving you so abruptly.”

As I told her about my similar desire for closure, I felt an electrifying sensation of arousal hit me as I felt her toes rub my crotch. The tights made her foot glide smoothly back and forth over my growing erection, and she looked at me half innocently, half laughingly, and cooed: “What’s the matter, boy? Got an itch in your pants? Maybe you need some….medical attention.”

With that, she rose and leaned over the table, moving her ample cleavage towards my face as she whispered to me, “I brought your favourite nurse outfit.”

Realising she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were hard under her blouse, I grabbed her hand and dragged her barefoot to my car, so we could get to my place IMMEDIATELY. She giggled as bystanders noticed my bulging crotch.

When we got to my place she went to change into her sexy outfit, and I got ready in the bedroom, mentally preparing to fight the urge to cum quickly. She emerged a sexy nurse in latex, her big sweater puppies nearly bursting from her cleavage-windowed dress. She came in bearing a tray with drinks, and she all but moaned, “Come get your medicine, bad boy. Then we can play.”

I gulped down the alcohol, and felt like I was on top of the world. She crawled over the bed like a cat, and looked back at me, beckoning me on. I saw she wasn’t wearing panties, and her fat, juicy pussy lips got me so hard. I tore off my boxers, revealing my raging boner, at which she giggled, and purred seductively. “Come, lie down on the bed, I want to ride you.”

As I excitedly lay down, she straddled me, causing her big bazongas to pop out and nearly slap me in the face. She began to grind on my throbbing cock, and moaning slightly, she muttered, “I *almost* regret….”

A moan interrupted her sentence, and I continued helpfully, “….breaking up with me?”

Just then I started feeling woozy, and my vision blurred. I panicked and tried to insert my dick into her before I passed out, but I only managed to grab my dick before it all went black. The last thing I remember was her smile.

I awoke the next morning, apparently quite late, and groaned that I couldn’t remember my magical make-up sex with my ex girlfriend. At least I could remember her insane tits. Then I notice her naked form beside me, sleeping still. She was sleeping on her belly so I couldn’t admire her amazing tits, but pulling apart the cover I saw her perfect bubble butt, proudly naked. I mentally high-fived myself for scoring such a gorgeous and sexy girl. I felt my morning wood strain, but it felt weird. Pushing the cover off, I gazed in horror at the sight of a chastity cage locked securely on my most precious part. The small size of the cage made my dick look *tiny*, and I was both perplexed and ashamed to be wearing it in her presence.

Just then she turned over and woke up, smiling. “Good morning, that was an incredible night.”

I pointed and spluttered to discover my words to make sense of why my dick was imprisoned so cruelly, and she giggled at the sight, as if remembering something funny.

“Oh yes, do you like my present? I know you wanted closure, so I gave you a break-up gift. It enclosed your cute, *little* thingie quite nicely!”

“But I want to have sex with you again! I’m throbbing at the mere sight of you!”

“That’s cute, but you don’t think we had sex last night, do you? Poor little boy, we didn’t even do it *once*!”

“What? But I remember–” I exclaimed frantically.

“You only remember me grinding your little prick. I must admit it felt good doing it that way, even if it doesn’t when it’s inside.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, turning red at the implication.

“You always had a shrimp dick, you know that? I thought I could ignore it and be with you, but no. Don’t you remember me grinding on you more than actually having sex? Now you know why. You have a *baby dick*.”

Fully red and humiliated, I muttered, “Okay, you made your point. Is this your revenge? Just let my dick out already and you can leave.”

She tried to look genuinely sorry, but her evil smirk ruined it. “Sorry pinky-dick, I don’t have the key any more. I threw it out last night. I was a little tipsy, and you should know that alcohol turns me into a BITCH.”

I was getting angry now. “Let me out now!” I growled.

“If you’re a nice little girl I will tell you. But first….” She took out her phone and snapped a few picture of my small dick in chastity, which she wondered was hilarious.

“Don’t you dare show anyone those!” I threatened. “I still have your topless pics.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. For one thing your tiny shrimp dick is something to be ASHAMED of while my perfect tits are to be worshipped. And besides, half the guys in town have already seen them– at least the REAL men. Hold this while I get dressed.”

Looking down at her phone she had just handed me, I saw a video playing on her screen already. She was sucking a *enormous* BBC, and very enthusiastically, like she had never done to me. I strained hard in my cage, fulling simultaneously cucked and completely aroused.

Taking back her phone once she had dressed and packed, she giggled innocently. “Oh this? I TOTALLY didn’t mean for you to see that. He’s just a guy I met at a coffee shop. I know he prowls the coffee shop for basic bitches like me, but I didn’t care when I found out how HUGE his cock was. BBC is king. I let him use me however he wanted. I was his fuck-toy. That’s what BIG cock does to a girl.”

“Just tell me where you hid my key!” I yelled, frustrated in more than one sense.

“Okay calm down”, she giggled happily, looking at my bulging chastity cage. “I threw it into the public post box, and since I happen to know the mail schedule, I know that they just collected it this morning. So you probably have to go to the post office.”

“Get out!” I yelled. “I don’t want to see you again!”

As she was leaving, she added, as if a side-note, “Oh, and I also rubbed your dick with a shrinking cream that t-girls use. That should help your shrimp fit even better in your cage! I bet you’ll be even less than four inches now! Bye!”

I ground my teeth and tried to convince myself that she was lying to fuck with me. I raced off to the post office to discover my key, but the lady at the counter knew nothing of it, and I blushed furiously trying to explain in non-explicit detail why it was so crucial. She coldly said that she couldn’t do anything about it. Just before I left, she held up her phone, and asked, “Is this you?”

Pictured was my shrimp dick in chastity. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I gaped at her, and she smirked like a cold-hearted bitch. “I’m friends with your ex girlfriend, *shrimpie*!”

I left in a hurry, realising that this had been a setup to humiliated me, and even a granny had laughed, catching a glance of the photo behind my back.

I tried to track down my ex, but she had disappeared, likely shacking up with some black hunk with a gigantic anaconda cock. In three months I noticed that my dick felt looser in the cage, and upon inspecting it, I could squeeze out of the cage. Utterly relieved to be free, I brought out the ruler in case the bitch had been telling the truth. I looked in horror at the number. It was two inches soft. I grabbed my dick and jerked furiously, urgently wanting it to be bigger. The longest I could make it was three and a half inches, a good two inches shorter than before. I slumped to the floor, turned into a shrimp dick sissy by my bitch ex girlfriend, who just wanted to prove a point. I just wanted to get away.

I went over to my mom’s place for the weekend, to escape anyone I knew. I knew the bitch had all the same contacts I did, I for sure had shared the pic with them all. As my mom greeted me, she had a worried look on her face.

“What’s the matter, mom?”

“Honey…is this really you?” said asked, showing me the picture on her phone.

NSFW: yes

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