u/limpnubguy

It took me six times to get this one to work, but it finally succeeded with very satisfying results.

Near my home there are several busy convenience stores that I visit almost daily. These stores can be great places to plant the seeds for some great organic SPH, but you have to be patient and somewhat smart in your approach.

On this day I was working on a scheme that had so far failed me five times. The idea was to "accidentally" leave my cell phone at the checkout counter of the store. This phone contained my full nude selfies in the photo gallery. Head to toe with face and everything. I waited until the staff was all young females on shift which usually occurs at this store from noon to 7 PM on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I had a hidden camera pointed through the front window from the outside which I would later recover. Previous attempts had failed due to the phone just disappearing or the camera being stolen, usually both. I assume that they had been taken by customers.

When I walked into the store on this day I could see that conditions were perfect. Two young cutie cashiers, and one middle aged lady stocking products, very few customers, and nobody behind me as I was checking out with my purchases. One cashier was short and thin, the other cashier was a bit taller and beefier, but still good looking. They were both middle eastern. I hadn't tried this store before, but I had been staking it out for a couple of months.

I left the cell phone right next to the card payment machine, this time much closer to the cashier than to the customer. On my way out, I set the hidden camera on the outside window sill facing into the store. This time I disguised the camera to be inside of a wadded up nasty looking fast food wrapper. The camera doesn't transmit any video. It just records and needs to be recovered later. The video is a bit grainy and jumpy and stored on a Micro SD card. I drove away and went directly home which is a two minute drive away.

To get the notification sounds going on the phone, I sent a few emails to it, then a few text messages. This would hopefully alert the cashier to the phone being there. I waited about an hour and called the cell phone. No answer. I waited another half hour and called again. No answer. I waited another half hour and drove to the store. I was very nervous to enter the store. It's funny that I'm always scared that one of my plans will actually work. 

On my way into the store I grabbed the hidden camera from the window sill. As I walked in the door, both cashiers were very busy with a long line of customers. The skinny cashier who was closest to the door spotted me as soon as I walked in the door, turned around and grabbed the phone from the back counter that was away from the customers. She reached past a customer and extended the phone to me with a big smirk on her face. The beefy cashier was busy and took a quick glance at me, then looked down and started chuckling. I thanked the skinny cashier for giving me the phone and walked out of the store anxiously. Based on their reactions, I knew that they had seen the pictures.

The thrill of discovering what had happened had me very excited as I was driving home. I had a sticky situation in my pants the whole way home. I ran inside my house, extracted the SD card from the camera and inserted it into my computer. 

The video was a bit grainy, but good enough. About 30 seconds after I had left, the beefier cashier spotted the phone on the counter and picked it up. She took a quick look at it then set it down behind her on the back counter. She handled a few customers, then the store was empty. She seemed busy for a minute doing something by the cash register, then she turned around and started unpacking some boxes and stocking things on the back display wall right where my phone was. She must have heard one of the notifications because she suddenly stopped what she was doing and grabbed the phone and looked at it. She didn't swipe it open, just looked at it quickly and set it back down.

The skinny cashier entered the scene and waited on a few customers as the beefier cashier kept doing stocking work. Another notification grabbed her attention and she picked up the phone again. This time she had it up and looked at it for around 30 seconds. I assume that she had swiped it open. The video was too far away and grainy to tell. She set the phone back down then left to another part of the store. She came back after a couple of minutes. She must have heard another notification because she turned to look at the phone, then pointed to it, telling the skinny cashier something about it. The skinny cashier picked it up, clearly swiped it open and started messing with it for about a minute before the jackpot moment. 

She suddenly lurched forward towards the beefier cashier and patted her on the back as she put the screen directly in front of her face. The beefier cashier reacted immediately and covered her mouth as she took the phone from her to get a better look. The skinny cashier stayed behind her looking over her shoulder as she started scrolling through the pictures in my gallery. I could tell when they scrolled to another picture because they reacted to each one. The skinny cashier could be seen almost totally bent over in laughter. Some customers came in so they set the phone down. and handled them until they were all gone. They then immediately went back to the phone. The skinny one set it down on the front counter, then used her own phone to take pictures of my screen. She did this several times. I could tell that she was texting them to the beefier cashier because they put my phone away and were glued to their own phones.

Business carried on, but every time that the store was empty they would go back to their phones and laugh. I could tell that they were talking about me because they made gestures about how tall I am and then pointed to the things on the back wall display that I always ask for. Both of these cashiers had seen me almost daily for the past two or three years. I watched the rest of the video all the way up until I had showed back up to recover the phone and the camera. They were too busy to see me pulling into the parking lot but as I was walking up to the ddor the skinny one spotted me and patted the other one on the back pointing to the door.

The next day I returned to the store for my usual purchases. When I walked in the skinny cashier was there with a different lady on duty. I could tell that they were both looking at me as I walked around the store grabbing my usual stuff. I could hear muffled giggles. As I approached the front to pay, the other lady motioned me over that she would take care of me. She had a big smile on her face and seemed much chattier than normal. I have dealt with her many times before and she is usually very quiet. She kept looking up at me smiling as she asked me how my day was going. The skinny cashier started giggling then covered her mouth and walked away, looking at me side-eyed as she walked past, still covering her mouth and slightly hunched forward from laughter. I knew at this point that the pictures were being shared amongst the cashiers. 

Needless to say, I still go to this store every day and love seeing the girls' reactions when I walk in.

Many years ago I discovered by accident that Benadryl causes temporary, but very significant shrinkage.This doesn't work for everyone, but amongst the guys that I have talked to that have tried it, there seemed to be a success rate of about 75%.

I first discovered it during a severe allergy attack. I overreacted and took three pills, 25 mg each. At this dosage, I started feeling a bit high, but I needed to go somewhere soon and I had to jump in the shower. Upon undressing, I saw myself in the mirror and I was shocked. I am very small to begin with, but what I was seeing now was practically non-existent. It literally looked like I had a skin wrinkle where my penis should be. My balls had completely disappeared as well. I was impressed. The effect wore off after about 3 hours, but it was impossible to get an erection for several hours after that.

The first time that I employed this method to my benefit was a few weeks later at a pool party occurring at a friend's apartment where there would be plenty of drunken stupidity. As the party was starting and people were hitting tequila shots and beers, I noticed that a girl that I had a crush on (I'll call her Cynthia) had shown up and was helping with grilling the food. At the time I was 22 years old and I believe that she had just turned 21. She was a young brown skinned Mexican with the cutest face, goofy braces on her teeth, long dark curly hair with perky little boobs and a big juicy ass. I already had some drinks in me and had lost my inhibitions entirely. I was flirting with her and she seemed very receptive to my advances. I asked her if she was going to be swimming today and she said that she couldn't because she needed to go to her nursing school in a couple of hours. She mentioned that prior to leaving she would have to go upstairs into the apartment and change into her medical scrubs.

That is when I got a brilliant and deranged idea. I would take three Benadryl pills and start the shrinkage process, then expose myself to Cynthia upstairs when she goes to change her clothes.

I waited another hour then went upstairs to change into my swimming shorts and to take the Benadryl pills. I came back down to the pool and spent around 40 minutes swimming and drinking beer. It hit me very hard. I was buzzed way beyond what I had intended to be. I knew that my time was running short and that Cynthia would soon be heading upstairs to change. I climbed out of the pool and stumbled upstairs to set the trap. My plan was to wait upstairs and watch from behind the privacy door. When I see her start coming upstairs, I would run to the restroom, leave the door wide open and let her catch me in the middle of undressing. This is the type of stupid thing that I do regularly.

I stood in the doorway behind the privacy screen for around 5 minutes waiting to see her leave the pool area and head towards the stairs. She finally stood up from her chair and left the pool area, but instead of heading towards the stairs, she turned the opposite way and went in the direction of the parking lot. I was devastated. I had gone to all this trouble, and she was leaving. Opportunity lost. Disappointed, I went to the restroom to pee. That was when I realized that the missed opportunity might have been a good thing. My balls had completely disappeared, and my penis was totally gone as well. It looked like I had a vagina with a tiny tip of a pink clitoris sticking out about half an inch. Being totally shaved only exacerbated the effect, making me look like an infant.

It seemed like a good idea to take advantage of being in the restroom to take a warm shower to see if I could reverse the shrinkage because I was really freaked out seeing how deformed I looked. I dropped my wet shorts to the ground and started to step out of them. Just then the door suddenly came open. There was Cynthia. She threw the door open quickly and as she was entering, her head was turned over her right shoulder looking at something behind her in the hallway as she kept moving forward. By the time that she turned her head towards me, she was  about a foot away from me and still moving forward. She had to put her hand out against my chest to stop from running into me. I was trying to reach down to cover myself up, but my hand crashed into her hand as she was pulling it back from my chest, accidently blocking my cover up for about half a second. At first she locked eyes with me apologetically as if accidentally bumping into someone in the hallway. She took a quick glance downward and her eyes grew wide and she let out a loud shriek of astonishment. Right then I managed to get my right hand down to cover up my shame, and she was still looking. Once I had covered up, her eyes came back up and met with mine for a brief moment. She threw her right hand up to cover mouth and quickly turned around and ran into the hallway. This whole interaction lasted around three seconds from beginning to end but it felt like a lifetime. It still replays in my mind as if my life was in slow motion for that event.

As she turned away I could see that she had a backpack over her shoulder. That was why she had walked to the parking lot, to get it out of her car. As I heard her hurried steps heading down the hallway, I could hear laughter muffled by her hand. I quickly reached down and pulled my shorts up, then headed out to the hallway to apologize. By the time that I made it out there it was too late. She was already out the front door. I ran towards the door and I could see that she had stopped halfway down the stairs and sat down. She was laughing so hard that it looked like she had to stop to catch her breath. She was still muffling her laughter with her hand but I could hear it quite loudly. I debated stepping out to apologize to her, but just then she stood up and kept walking all the way to the parking lot. She had walked past the pool area without talking to anyone, but still walking with her hand over mouth. I could see that once she got to her car, she threw her backpack into the trunk and then turned to lean back against the car, still laughing hysterically. That lasted for another minute before she got in the car and drove away.

I saw her again about a month later at a party. We were both part of a big group chat in the living room of that same apartment. She was sitting directly across from me. She didn't mention anything, but from time to time our glances would meet and she would get a big smirk on her face and hold her gaze until I would get uncomfortable and look away. Sometime in the weeks after that, she must have told some of her friends about the incident. I started getting some small penis comments in Spanish when I visited the nearby Mexican restaurant where she worked. Those of you that are familiar with Mexican women know that they can be quite harsh when they know that you have a small penis, and word spreads far and wide.

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It was November of 2002 and I had been dating my future wife for about a month. We had been on several dates already, and this night would be our first sexual encounter although I hadn't planned on it. I wasn't sure if we were going to have any future together being that we were totally different people, but we did hit it off very well.

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She wasn't shy in telling me that she was attracted to big strong athletic men. I was a scrawny skinny guy. She was a religious conservative, and I was more of a neutral libertarian. She liked dark Hispanic guys, and I'm about as lily white white as they come.She liked an active sporty lifestyle, where I preferred a slow lounging lifestyle. We shouldn't have clicked in any way, but our senses of humor aligned perfectly.

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That night we went to a middle of the road steakhouse. Good place, but far from a romantic vibe. Everything went really well and we were clowning around a lot while I was driving her back home. About a half mile before getting to her place, there is a long stretch of desolate road with no residences or side streets. As we were driving through that section she suddenly told me to stop and to pull off the road. I did that and made a joke about if she really needed to pee so bad that she couldn't wait another three minutes. As soon as we were off to the side of the road, she looked at me like I was prey, and sprang on me like a cat on a mouse. Before I knew it, she was on top of me and she reached down and hit the lever to recline my seat all the way flat. I was totally caught off guard and hadn't expected that. She had plunged her tongue into my mouth and was grinding on my upper leg and crotch. She was wearing a short summer dress with tiny spandex shorts underneath that almost resembled panties.

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She was quite flexible and managed to ditch the shorts very quickly, revealing that there was nothing underneath them. I slipped my hand up her skirt to discover that she was quite ready to go. Her inner thighs and ass cheeks were already very slippery and I was surprised that she was so turned on. I made a joke that she must have really liked that steakhouse to get that worked up. She shut me up by sticking her tongue in my mouth again as she reached down with one hand and started to undo my pants. Once they were undone and unzipped, she pulled a skillful jiu jitsu move with her feet that dropped my pants and underwear to my knees in one fell swoop. I was impressed. She had a thick athletic physique. Like a college softball player, but girly. Her thighs looked like they could squash a guy's head, and her boobs were small and perky with long nipples that faced upwards.

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I was fully hard and had a bit of a sticky tip situation going on.She reached down and grabbed it in the middle of making out and her actively wiggling tongue stopped all of a sudden. She locked eyes with me for an awkwardly long time and her eyes grew large. She started stroking me as if expecting it to grow more and after 10 seconds or so she came to the realization that it wasn't going to grow any more. Then the stare grew even more awkward as she stopped doing anything. She pulled her tongue out of my mouth and sat up with her sticky situation rubbing against the base of mine still grinding. She had an awkward smile on her face and she asked me if I had condoms with me. Of course I didn't have any condoms with me and I told her that I didn't.

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We got dressed and drove about 10 minutes to a convenience store where I frantically searched for the snugger fit variety of condoms which they didn't have. I had no choice but to go for the regulars. I went back to the car where she was sitting with her hand covering her mouth with a giant laughing smile as she was shaking her head in disbelief. We drove out a few minutes to another desolate spot and started over again. This time she stayed in the passenger seat and she blew me for a couple of minutes as if she thought that this ultimate act of stimulation would somehow yield greater dimensional results. No such luck. She kept shaking her head in disbelief with a giggling smile on her face as she opened the pack of condoms and undid the wrapper on one of them, and unrolled it onto my dick.

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She then jumped on me again and proceeded to start riding. Within ten seconds or so, the condom slipped off and she noticed it as quickly as I did. She immediately stopped all movement and stared at me with wide eyes, just a few inches away from my face. Her face was emotionless. She was not giggling or laughing this time. This was genuine disappointment. She climbed off of me and got dressed, then settled back into the passenger seat. Then she just politely asked me to take her home.

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I pulled up my pants and then started the car. I drove towards her house in awkward silence. I didn't know what to say or do at this moment. As we were getting close to her house, I apologized for the events of the evening and told her that I hoped that I would see her again soon. She just looked at me side eyed. She looked annoyed and I was pretty sure that I would never hear from her again. When I pulled into the driveway, she got out without saying anything. She looked at me like someone who had just stolen her life savings and closed the car door and walked away. She walked all the way to the front door of the house without looking back. As she was opening the door I could see her looking at the ground and shaking her head. She went inside and closed the door. I was sure that this was over.

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Three days later she called me.

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This happened back on July 4th of 1995. It was a different time. The internet was barely fledgling, no cell phones, no information age yet.

I had just turned 18 years old in May, had graduated high school just days before, and I had signed up to join the military. I was due to report for basic training in August. My plan was to do a bunch of crazy stuff before reporting for duty.

I have lived my entire life in San Diego California, and there are a lot of awesome things to do there that you can't find in very many other places.

On this list were a road trip up Coast Highway, some motorcycle rides, going to a nude beach, and visiting a whorehouse in Tijuana.

Today was a visit to San Diego's famous Black's Beach. It has been a nude beach since sometime back in the 1960's. On a summer day the crowds can reach into the thousands. I'm guessing that on this particular day there were over 10,000 people there. The beach sits at the base of 300 foot tall cliffs and isn't the easiest place to access. It's pretty difficult to stumble across the beach by accident. If you are there, you either came to be seen, or came to look. Back then, the City of San Diego portion of the beach was still open for nudity, so the nude beach stretched for about 3 miles or so.

I ventured down the cliffs intent on dropping my drawers and parading my naked ass around in full public view. On my way down the sandstone steps that seem to go on forever, I couldn't help but notice the volume of people going up and down. Lots of coeds from UCSD which sits atop the cliffs.When I arrived at the bottom, I wasted no time picking out a spot, throwing down my beach towel, and shedding my clothes. I started walking my naked ass northwards through the crowds.

At this point in life I knew that my penis was smaller than average, but I didn't know just how far down on the spectrum I fell. In its flaccid state, my penis literally looks like a macaroni noodle. I was about to find out just how small I am in a brutally honest fashion.

As soon as I stripped down and started walking, my first female encounter was with a naked couple in their mid 40's that had their towels stationed about 20 feet away from me. The lady was a bit thick, but not fat, with perky breasts and a somewhat stout athletic looking body, like a softball player. They were standing up facing the ocean, and she had been looking at me since the moment that I stripped. She saw me coming and I could see her eyes immediately glance downwards for a quick package check. She immediately looked up and made eye contact with me briefly before looking back down again. She had a giggling smile on her face before she turned and looked back at her husband. His dick was average sized, but looked like a donkey compared to me. That was discouraging, but I kept walking anyway.

As I kept going, just a few feet past them was a group of 4 college girls around 18 or 19 years old just hanging out. No beach towel, they had just stopped to sit in the sand facing the water. I slowly walked about 10 feet in front of them and they got a good look at me. I didn't look back at them because I could see countless numbers of people still immediately in front of me, but I could hear whispers and muffled giggles. As I was about 20 feet past them, the muffled giggles turned into full blown laughter.

No time to react, coming straight at me down the beach is an enormous flow of people.It looked like a crowd exiting a sporting event. There was a river of thousands of people walking straight at me, and there I was naked with my twitching nub on full display right in the middle of them. It is a surreal feeling, like those dreams of being naked at school, but it is real, unfolding right in front of you, and everyone is indeed looking. At this moment I was afraid that the excitement would cause me to get a boner, but the opposite happened. I shriveled up like a raisin, and the world was watching.

As the people were coming at me, the crowd was pretty much a half and half mix of men and women. Almost every single woman takes at least a quick glance, and a lot of them take their time looking to really soak it up, and every single one of them has some sort of a facial reaction.Women that were walking in all female groups didn't hold back. They stared, they laughed, and sometimes even pointed. The women that were walking with their husband or boyfriend or in a mixed group were more likely to take the quick glances and their reactions limited to facial expressions. Those were mostly smirks or subtle smiles. Those are the best.

I only made it halfway up the beach before I couldn't take it anymore. There were long trails of pre-jizz hanging from my nub and I couldn't wipe it off anymore. I went into the water to wash myself off a bit. When I was done I turned southward to go back the way that I came.The crowd walking northward was just as large. I had another 45 minutes of this to endure. Ax awesome as it was, it had become a bit of a sensory overload and was causing me to become fatigued. I was walking very sluggishly and probably looked like I was drunk.All of the reactions and whispers and laughs had become a jumbled blur. Thousands of people were staring at my naked body and judging me.

By the time that I reached the spot where I had left my beach towel and my clothes, I had become so disoriented and confused that I couldn't find them. Many more people had arrived at the beach, and my stuff was somewhere in the middle of an enormous crowd of towels and umbrellas and naked bodies. It took me about ten minutes of stumbling around this area with my noodle on an upclose display walking between people before I found my spot. I quickly got dressed and went into the ocean to splash water all over myself. After this I had to sit down and catch my breath. I didn't even notice all of the naked people and hot coeds.It was much more than I coild take. Sensory overload.

I got dressed and headed back up the cliffs. I didn't know it at the time, but this experience formed a life long addiction.