African Penis Enlargement
Having small penis doesn’t make you feel like much of a man. It’s a hard pill to swallow because size matters, a whole hell of a lot. Women don’t respect men with small penises; in fact, they despise them.
They may not tell you that you’re inadequate to your face. Instead they’ll laugh behind your back, gossip, break up with you, or play manipulative games.
Women crave a man with a big dick that’s capable of giving them leg quivering orgasms. If you don’t have one, she’ll cheat on you with someone who does.
I always knew I had a small dick, but I never fully grasped the repercussions of letting others know. It was during my freshman year of high school that I learned this lesson the hard way.
One Saturday, while cruising the block on my skateboard I ran into my slutty neighbor Ashley. This encounter changed everything. My life took a turn for the worse, dragging me down into the depths I never saw coming. That chance meeting was like a dark cloud that unleashed a storm of pain, shame , and regret onto my life.
Penis Humiliation
Her parents were out of town, so she invited me over to watch a movie. This girl had a reputation for banging half the guys in the neighborhood, so I was confident that I’d at least get my first blowjob.
On a Saturday night, I found myself seated on Ashley’s couch, filled with eager anticipation of losing my virginity. With thoughts solely focused on a single question: Should I make the first move? The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, causing beads of sweat to form on my forehead.
It didn’t take long before Ashley took the initiative herself. She reaches over and unzips my pants, puts her hand inside my underwear and feels around for what seems like forever.
“Where is it?” she asks with a snide smile on her face. She then turns back to my crotch unbutton my pants and pulls them down mid thigh.
Caught off guard and feeling exposed and vulnerable, I found myself uncertain of how to respond. Ashley’s initial curiosity quickly transformed into disgust, and her amusement escalated into uncontrollable laughter.
In that instance, a profound sense of emasculation engulfed me, reducing my self-worth to its lowest point. The overwhelming urge to escape and seek solace in seclusion consumed my thoughts. Yet, rather than flee, I remained immobilized, a captive of my own shame. The echoes of Ashley’s laughter reverberated through the corridors of my mind, haunting my every waking moment for years to come.
Evil Bitches
Ashley’s gossip had spread quickly, and I couldn’t avoid the embarrassment. Whenever I walked through school, groups of girls would burst into laughter. It seemed like she had told almost everyone in town, and now many people were aware of what had happened.
Wherever I went, I could sense their gaze upon me, passing judgment for something I had no control over. It was a burden I carried daily, a constant reminder of my own shortcomings.
I tried to act like it didn’t bother me, but deep down, it consumed me. It felt like a poison, spreading throughout my entire being, damaging my relationships with others and how I saw myself.
I attempted to make up for it in other aspects of my life, striving to validate my worth and earn respect and admiration. Yet, it felt like an insurmountable task, as if I were trying to fill an eternal void. It became an ongoing struggle, one I realized I could never truly triumph over.
And so, I retreated into myself, avoiding social situations and becoming increasingly isolated. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing their ridicule and contempt, and so I hid away, like a wounded animal.
Cult Of Mangala
I endured this torturous life until I finally graduated from high school. I knew I was destined to spend years at university studying to be a chemist like my father and grandfather before me. Chemistry is something I enjoy, and I actually looked forward to the schooling that was to come, but it would have to wait.
With a burning desire to travel and see the world, I took a year-long sabbatical before diving into the educational grind.
Africa had always held a special allure for me, so I saved it for last on my list of countries to visit. A few weeks into my backpacking trip in West Africa, I stumbled upon a remote village in the bush.
There, an old man was giving instructions to a group of teenage boys, all painted white. Intrigued, I asked a villager what was happening, and he explained it was an initiation into an ancient right of passage called The Cult of Mangala.
Mangala, akin to the revered Egyptian god Min, holds a significant place in the village’s belief system, symbolizing manhood, fertility and dominance. Oral traditions within the tribe suggest their migration from Egypt millennia ago, possibly indicating a connection between Mangala and Min due to their shared attributes and symbolism.
The followers of Mangala adhere to the belief that a man should embody bravery and live fearlessly, akin to a warrior both in this life and beyond. They believe in a perpetual struggle between masculine and feminine forces, each vying for dominance over both the material and spiritual realms. The masculine principle embodies order and logic, while the feminine principle represents chaos and emotions, necessitating the masculine role in containing and restraining chaos to maintain balance and harmony. Additionally, they advocate for the control and dominance of women through the means of intense orgasms. The followers of this religion dedicated their lives to embodying pure masculinity which includes growing a God dick( a penis of massive length and girth). They believe if a man can not sexually satisfy a woman he will not be able to control her which will result in her unleashing chaos and disorder within the community.
That night, I stayed in the house of a kind villager, my mind buzzing with thoughts of the ritual I had witnessed.
Feeling a sense of incompleteness in my own masculinity, I made a spontaneous decision: I would ask the old man if I could partake in the initiation ritual. After deliberation with the chief and village elders, they agreed to let me join the initiation party.
The details of the initiation ceremony are sacred and cannot be shared. However, I emerged from it as a transformed individual. At the conclusion of the ceremony, I was given a bag of herbs of various varieties and instructed on how to prepare a potion.
Upon returning home, amidst the hustle and bustle of starting university and diving into school work, I found myself halfway into the semester before the herbs packed away in my bags crossed my mind. I immediately prepared the potion, meticulously following the exact instructions provided.
Upon applying the potion to my penis, I felt a full-body tingling sensation, akin to a niacin flush. As I lay in bed, a throbbing sensation from my groin transformed into an overwhelming libido that flooded my entire body. I fell asleep and awoke a new man.
Testosterone boost
I had always been seen as a beta male, lacking the confidence and assertiveness associated with an alpha male. I would often back down in confrontations and had experienced bullying from both males and females throughout my life. However, something remarkable happened within just two weeks of using Mangala.
A newfound determination surged through me, igniting a passion for self-improvement. I became driven to work out at the gym, pushing myself beyond my limits. It was as if I had been possessed by an unseen force, and that sense of transformation continues to this day.
I exuded an unwavering confidence, as if a reservoir of masculine energy surged within me. Socializing became a breeze, effortlessly navigating conversations with groups of people. Gone were the days of hesitation and nervousness that had once held me back.
Within a short span of time, my muscles underwent a remarkable transformation, growing rapidly and gaining strength. Hair sprouted on my legs and chest, areas that had remained bare before. Empowered by the effects of Mangala, I ventured into the world of MMA, surprising those around me with my physical prowess.
Curiosity sparked, people inquired about my secret, with some even speculating if I was using performance-enhancing substances. And then, at around six weeks on the potion, I faced my first fight, where I stood my ground instead of retreating, no longer serving as a mere punching bag.
No Fear
I sat on a couch at a party in my apartment complex, enjoying the company of two girls who seemed genuinely interested in me. Suddenly, a rude asshole and his group of flunkies approached, launching a relentless attack on my self-esteem. They mocked my appearance, making snide remarks about my haircut and clothing, attempting to belittle me in front of everyone.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, I later discovered that the obnoxious guy was actually the ex-boyfriend of one of the girls sitting beside me. They had recently ended their relationship, and it seemed he wasn’t happy to see her engaging in conversation with me.
Initially, I attempted to brush him off and pay no attention to his remarks. However, something within me suddenly shifted. In the past, I might have chosen to leave the party, overwhelmed by a sense of defeat and humiliation.
But as I mentioned before, the spirit of Mangala had taken hold of me, infusing me with the essence of a warrior.
So instead, I stood up, walked towards him with measured steps, and positioned myself just inches away from his face. I looked directly into his eyes and fearlessly uttered the words that had been building inside me: “Go fuck yourself.”
In an instant, he forcefully pushed me, triggering an instinctual response within me. Without a second thought, my right fist propelled forward, striking his jaw with an intense force. The sound of impact reverberated through the air, momentarily silencing the room.
I had seen my fair share of Worldstarhiphop videos featuring knockouts, but never did I imagine that I would ever be the one doing the knocking out. He lay motionless on the floor and for a brief moment I thought I may have killed him.
His four friends stood frozen in disbelief, their faces painted with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. The room fell into an uneasy silence as they struggled to process the sudden turn of events.
I braced myself for a potential retaliation from his friends, anticipating a possible confrontation. However, witnessing what had happened to their friend took the heart out of them . With a mix of relief and tension, I decided to leave the party and make my way back to my apartment.
Hours later, a classmate called , assuring me that the guy I had punched had eventually recovered from the blow.
Pussy Magnet
My mornings were greeted by stronger and more frequent erections during my time on Mangala. The surge in my sexual appetite was undeniable. I felt a burning desire to engage in intimate encounters with every woman I laid my eyes upon.
Females started paying me more attention during this time. On campus, their smiles became warmer, their pupils dilated, and they would playfully twirl their hair—a clear indication of their sexual interest. Even women who had previously shown disinterest or even rudeness towards me now initiated conversations. It was as if a newfound magnetism emanated from within me.
Reflecting on the past, I acknowledge that I let numerous chances slip by to engage in sexual encounters with multiple women who expressed their unmistakable interest.
Armed with the knowledge I possess today, I could have even indulged in a threesome with the two girls at the party. However, the haunting memories of ridicule and mockery from my high school days, stemming from my small penis, prevented me from taking the risk of enduring that kind of humiliation once more.
Growth Explosion
One fateful morning, just before reaching the two-month mark of diligently adhering to my routine, a remarkable event unfolded: my penis experienced an astonishing burst of growth.
I reach down to touch my morning wood like I often do and felt another penis, one that was was longer and thicker than the one i had the night before. Not only that but my balls were maybe a quarter of an inch bigger.
I immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom so that my eyes could confirm what my hands had felt. It was definitely longer and thicker. I pulled out the tap measure and couldn’t believe my eyes. I had grown .75 inches in length and .50 in girth.
From that day on the gains kept coming at a rapid pace my penis went from 3 inch length and 2.75 inch girth to 6.50 inch length and 4.75 girth in about a year. My testicles went from marble to egg size and my loads that use to come out in minuscule droplets began to shot out of the head of my dick like water from a fire hose.
Today after a few years of using the African penis enlargement potion Mangala along with jelqing, i’m well on my way to growing a God dick. I’m now at 11.75 inch length and 7.25 inch girth. And my sex life? Lets just say i get more pussy than a porn star.
Sex God
Women are addicted to orgasms and when you’ve got a big hard dick it’s easy to give them what they crave. Using Mangala I went from virgin to having sex with a different women almost every night of the week.
A big dick advertises itself like a giant billboard on the side of the road. All you have to do is sleep with a girl in your social circle and she’ll go back and tell all of her friends.
Pretty soon every girl she knows will be knocking on your door wanting to see if you’re really that big. My phone is constantly ringing and receiving text’s from young attractive females wanting to get drilled by a big stiff cock. Getting laid off social media is like shooting fish in a barrel.
I’ve fucked hundreds of young hot females from Tinder alone(not exaggerating).Instagram models are my favorite because they are so easy to lay.
All i have to do is send them a pic of my big dick, that’s it. They’ll soon be calling me master and driving or flying to visit me. I make them pay for everything dinner, movies and shopping trips to the mall.
Then back to my place where they do anything and everything i tell them while wearing a dog collar and leash. Once you have the size of penis that is capable of giving what’s known as A-spot orgasms it becomes extremely easy to turn any female into your sex slave.
Bitches Love Big Bones
Don’t believe the bullshit about size not mattering .Women crave a man with a big dick it’s a part of their biology . The Cult of Mangala knew this that is why they practiced African penis enlargement.
I believe every man has a god given right to live the abundant sexual lifestyle that i now live.If i can go from a micro-penis to the python that’s hanging between my legs so can you.Do you want to grow a God dick? Order your supply of Mangala today.
