So, its been three months since I got my very first serious piercing, a PA. I've had fun with this piercing, using it plenty and flashing it around at pubs as well as winning bar-bets like "best piercing" (Costa Rica is still far from seeing genital piercings as an everyday thing). So, I'm very happy with my piercing, I love it, I wouldn't take it off for the world, but...I needed to upgrade it. I needed a stretching. 10g? nope, 8g all the way. I figured I could save some money and time by going straight to the 8g, although they warned me about how it would hurt more, etc...it hurt pretty much when I had it done anyway, so what the hell I said. Another reason I wanted it stretched was because I like to use pretty tight pants and for tight pants, I need to use tight underwear which sometimes pushes the ring onto the upper part of my urethra and it feels quite uncomfortable. I haven't had any cheesecutter problems or anything, but it can get uncomfortable sometimes and I figur ed stretching it and using a larger gauge would solve the problem. So I had plenty reasons to stretch it up, besides the fact that a larger gauge would definitely feel better during sex and my partners would really appreciate a larger ring, heheh.
At A Glance Author Orchidae Contact Orchidae@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Allen Location Costa Rica I met my new piercer at a bus stop when I overheard him talking on his cell phone about going to someone's house to stretch a tongue piercing. I immediately told him that I was looking for someone to stretch my PA, since my piercer wasn't in the country at the moment and he wouldn't be here for some time. He mentioned that he had worked with Cortes in the past and that he had learned a lot from him. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him anytime to set up the whole thing. I called a week later and asked about prices, etc. He told me that stretching to an 8g would be no problem at all but that it would hurt a bit. He gave me his home address where he had a personal piercing studio.
The next week I arrived at his place and he showed me in, even offering me a cup of tea so I could relax (fucking ace, me thinks). He took out everything he would use, showing me that it was all sealed and sterilized. He would put in an 8g circular barbell, which I thought was perfect since what I had been carrying around was a CBR. When I saw the taper and how thick it was, the same shrinking reaction that my willy had gotten when it was going to be first pierced happened. We both joked about it and he told me that the shrinking reaction is quite frequent. He took out some jars with some sort of lubricant and some other antiseptic stuff, dipped everything in, and then went on with the stretching. He first took out my 12g CBR, then took the taper and covered it with some of the lubricant stuff, told me to grab onto something and take deep breathes. Shit, I thought, this is gonna hurt. And hurt it did. I must have buried my nails like 5mm into the fabric of the chair I was in and made the face of 1000 hungry schizzos, besides letting out a few good "aughhghahhghgh!!!". It hurt plenty and it took about 4 minutes to go through the whole process because the taper would get stuck a few times and he had to apply a lot of lube to finally push it all through. I didn't see what he did next but the next thing I knew he said "you can look now", and then I saw my shrunken, irritated, red-burnt penis with an 8g circular barbell through it. I could feel all the pressure of my entire circulatory system pumping around the ring. I carefully pulled up my pants, asked him for aftercare directions (he just told me to try not to bang it around too much and if I wanted i could take some anti-inflammatory like Advil), paid him and went to have some lunch.
I took the bus home and felt it right in the crotch when the bus went over speed bumps and such. Walking around was a bit uncomfortable as well. My mother and sister laughed at my silly wobbling around the house and said I looked like someone who had ridden a camel through a rocky pass. The rest of the day I basically sat in my room watching TV and eating, trying not to move too much cause the mild swelling of my genitals where very sensitive to the slightest touch.
Today is the second day of my stretching...I unfortunately woke up on my belly with a morning glory...not good; I've been sore all day long. So, that was my stretching experience, Next chapter: 6g, 4g, or the might ampallang