by mondaytuesday » April 30th, 2016, 2:11 pm
To those who have asked for updates from the general population of guys who are subjects to the Curse of the Teeny Weenie by Sarnoga, I'd loke to offer mine.
You know, reading my last line, I feel stalled because saying that the males like me are merely subjects to the terrible success of the ingeniously engineered curse, is not enough to be conveying the truth. We are subjects to the Curse of the Teeny Weenie and therefore are bonded beyond our ability to control just how bonded we remain to the curse's process.
I was listening to an array of files from WMM and continue to do so. I feel that MindMaster's Bull Baby Training Program worked on me with increased intensity because of the doors opened up with the Teeny Weenie Curse. EMG has great penis reduction and infantile behavior curse files that should be listened to and spread to others, with great enthusiasm. EMG does not fail in the magnitude of the files he designs.
Since my body's unconscious systems of biological processing, response systems, and maintenance of levels were adjusting, redesigning, and repurposing, without hesitation. The changes and alterations were coming from the commands which had been planted in my brain and still remained somewhere in the depths of my mind.
When these commands had been activated my body accepted the flood of transformation and new biological components. My body was accommodating the new ways, cooperating with the different and new, striving to make it fixed and automatically maintained.
It was fast. I didn't notice that I suddenly decreased my masturbation and orgasm rituals. Then, one day I couldn't remember when I had my most recent hard on. Then there were no more hard ons. Then, the constricting never stopped and became so erotic and arousing
to me.
The less in which my dick and balls became, the more I was securing other regression desires and functions and belief and perception of self.
Then my online friend saw a pic of my teeny weenie and declared that my penis was, indeed, a teeny weenie now.
Later days arrived and he officially declared me as having reduced down past the criteria for teeny weenies and now had a baby pee pee. That was horrifying, as much as it was uncontrollably fascinating. Other aspects of my body began shifting to better co-exist within the same system as a baby pee pee.
Then, one day later, my friend saw a pic of me and told me that I was no longer the owner of a baby pee pee. I now had a baby button. That realization cemented so deeply the regression states that lie within me, fully constructed and irresistible to me.
The last time I have gotten an updated status for the name of my former penis and balls was when I discovered through my friend that I now had a clitty and that made me a clitty boi.
Jimminy Crickets! What could possibly be next, if the shrinking ,keeps going?