I had already shrunk more than a foot; would this ever end? Was I eventually to become the size of a small c***d? Smaller? And how would my relationsh...ip with my wife change as I became dependent on her milk for life? I had many fears. Will she continue to take care of me as I grow smaller? I lay on the couch in our family room as I heard her enter the house and, after a brief discussion, dismiss the nurse. She called out to me and, as she entered the room, I could feel my breath catch in my. ----When I awoke the next morning, I felt atrocious and concluded that I had abad flu. I didn't have the luxury of returning home as my Nobel Lecturewas scheduled for the end of the week.I moved to find a phone to call the concierge so that he could locate adoctor for me in case I had something worse than the flu when I saw myreflection in the mirror at the end of the bed.I instantly knew what I had and that it would change my life forever.The man in the mirror, whilst looking haggard, also. In my own mind, I am just killing myself now for not having repeated the act, because while I want them to think it is genuine, I don’t want to loose this opportunity at any cost.Their eyes are fixated on my crotch region. The first girl finishes up the water reluctantly and hands over the glass slowly. I now have to somehow communicate to them that they should get bolder. I do what I now consider to be a masterly manoeuvre. I used the glass in my hand and pretend to scratch my thighs. One fold. Charlie tossed a dirty piece of cloth that was laying on the ground and ordered '...clean that mess of your face...' After I wiped my face of most of the slime, Charlie jerked the cloth from me and directed me to '...get on you stomach bitch, I ain't fucked you yet...' I looked up at him and started to say '...please, can't you see you've made me sick, let me go, I won't tell no body...' Daniel growled '...the man said to get on your stomach, bitch, do it or get a beat down and then get.