SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 2: The Shave…

After “The Ruler” incident, Mallie and I’s relationship changed quite a bit. We already had a weirdly platonic yet intimate relationship for a straight girl and guy. Still, ever since that embarrassing confrontation, she started to treat me more and more like one of her girlfriends. She would gossip even more about her and her friends’ drama, love lives, and even stuff like clothes and makeup.

While she rarely directly mentioned the ruler or my implied size deficiency, there was this new dynamic between us when it came to her talking about guys. She would often flash a knowing smirk when talking about her various hook-ups and ongoing situation-ships. Sometimes she would even use language like “guys like Dean” vs “guys like you” when talking to me, and we both knew exactly what she meant. Dean was her ongoing friends-with-benefits that she often complained about, but would never stop hooking up with, no matter how awful he was to her. She even started referring to me as her “little bestie” or “cutie pie” and other emasculating names like that, even in front of other people.

Mallie has also started inviting me to hang out with her and her girlfriends more often. Up until now, she kind of kept me and most of her girlfriends a bit separate. We would all hang out in group settings, so I was friendly with them. But now, I was getting invited to their late-night hangs in their dorms and apartments. Much more intimate. And just like my interactions with Mallie, I truly began to feel like they all just saw me as one of the girls.

I couldn’t help but wonder —or rather, obsess over—what Mallie’s done with the ruler. Has she told them about it? Have they SEEN it? Is the ruler the reason why they’ve embraced me into their group all of a sudden? Oh god, has my micropenis turned me into one of the girls?! I had to basically train myself not to go down that line of thinking when I was around them, or else I would start to blush and shiver and stutter. The first few times it happened, I made eye contact with Mallie and caught her giggling at me.

One of Mallie’s best girlfriends, Sophia, particularly made me nervous. I was always sort of nervous around her for a few reasons.

First of all, she is ridiculously hot. Like made in a lab for gooners hot. She is short and curvy, with a thick ass and perky boobs that are large on her petite frame. She dyes her hair every month or two, rotating between bold statement colors like pink, silver, and turquoise.

Second of all, she has a huge social media following. She is kind of an “e-girl”. Her Instagram and TikTok accounts are huge, and basically all she does is post pictures and videos of herself being hot and doing whatever the latest trends are. She even has an OnlyFans account where she has tons of guys pay her for more hot photos of her in revealing outfits. She doesn’t even do nude or explicit content; she’s just that hot.

Which brings me to the third and final reason I’ve always been anxious around Sophia. I have an anonymous OnlyFans account that is subscribed to her. Kind of pathetic, I know. I’m basically secretly paying a girl I’m friends with in real life to see photos of her in bikinis and mini-skirts. But seriously, she is like soooo hot. Mallie has my heart because she is so sweet and gentle, and more of my type- but Sophia is like an unattainable goddess that I can’t help but lust after, too. I do my very best whenever we’re hanging out to swallow my feelings and bury my secret desires. And now, all of these reasons have been exacerbated by the potential that Mallie might have hinted at my shortcomings to her. The idea of Sophia knowing about my 3-inch penis is even more devastating than Mallie’s.

Weeks went by with this newly shifted dynamic, and I basically gave up my newfound efforts to try and re-establish myself as a more confident, masculine guy. What was the point, when the person whom I most cared about, how she thinks of me, basically told me to my face that it would never work?

After a while, I even began to enjoy being taken in as one of the girls. I liked it, and my tiny penis liked it even more. I get to be surrounded by sexy co-eds all the time! Sure, none of them considered me a sexual option, but I got to be close to them all the time! As a result, my masturbation habits began to skyrocket. I would come home late after chilling in one of their dorms, seeing them in PJs or yoga pants or boy-shorts, and smelling the perfumed scent of their inner sanctums where they slept and touched themselves and probably fucked. Then, I would rip my shorts off and lock the door, the second I got home, and begin to tug on my dinky boner with two fingers until I relieved the tension building in my baby balls. It became a nightly ritual. As humiliating as it was to admit, I was worshipping them all.

So I settled into a new life- a beta male life, one might say. Was it ideal? Not really, but I guess this is what Mallie was talking about when she mentioned finding my place in the world. So I guess it’s the best I could hope for.

Little did I know, Mallie had bigger dreams for me. Plans to push me further into the beta-lifestyle than I could have ever imagined. And while I was working on accepting our new dynamic, she was plotting the next step to help me step deeper into the lifestyle of the little-dicked-loser.

It started with a simple text, ‘Come over!’

This was normal.

She would often sort of just tell me what to do rather than ask. And more often than not, I would just obey.

‘Okay, I’m down. Anyone else pulling up?’ I replied, causally.

‘Nope, just the two of us for now, cutie pie! Why? Were you hoping Sophia would be here?’ she texted with a teasing winky face.

‘Haha STFU. OMW,’ I shot back.

When I arrived at Mallie’s place, she greeted me by throwing her arms around me in a hug. She was wearing an oversized, comfy-looking t-shirt, with shorts small enough that I couldn’t see them under the shirt. She had no shoes or socks on, as she makes people take their shoes off at the door, and her toenails had a few-day-old blue coat of paint on them. Her dirty blonde hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail. She was definitely dressed for a comfy night in, with no one to impress.

‘Perfect, as always,’ I thought as I accepted her embrace.

“Okay, big guy. No wasting time. I invited you over because we really need to talk. Why don’t you have a seat?”

She gestured to her white puffy couch that her parents bought her. She needed to talk? What the hell could this be? I felt a lump form in my throat as my body autopiloted over to the couch and plopped down. She sat down next to me in a cross-legged position, closer than she needed to be, given how much room was left on the couch.

“Okay, so remember that day a few weeks ago where I found that, hehe, special ruler of yours?” she said with an innocent curiosity.

Oh fuck., this is obviously the exact thing I was most worried about her bringing up. AS much as I wanted to play it cool, I felt my face immediately blush bright red.

“Um, uh, yeah?” I squeaked,

She giggled louder at my answer. “I’m just teasing, of course you do! How could you not? I mean, if I were you, I probably wouldn’t have stopped thinking about it. Your biggest secret is literally in the palm of my hand? These past few weeks must have been torture for you, bestie.”

She smiled as she pivoted into a more serious, sympathetic tone. “If it helps at all, it wasn’t easy for me either, watching you squirm like that for weeks.”

‘Great,’ I thought. ‘She saw right through me- as always.’

She continued, “But you have to understand, I did it FOR you. I knew that teasing you with this little, itty-bitty, token of your deepest truth would bring us closer together and help you start to embrace your role in life.”

She reached past me to a drawer in the coffee table and produced the ruler as she spoke.

“And seriously,” Mallie said. “I have been SO proud of how far you’ve already come. You have been such a sweetie lately with me and the girls. We just adore having a, um… safe, gentle, boy like you around. It’s such a nice change of pace from the rest of the men in our lives,” she explained.

I blushed even harder as it dawned on me just how manipulative she had been, and how I played right into her plan like putty in her hands.

“And without me confiscating your wittle wee-wee measuring device, my blushy-boy, we would never have gotten here. You really should thank me!” Mallie giggled more, then looked at me expectantly. I just blushed and watched her bashfully, trying to process my situation. “Ahem, you should thank me,” she repeated, more deliberately.

“Oh, um, thank you! T-Thanks, M-Mallie,” I choked out with a stutter.

“Aww, don’t mention it, bestie!” she cheered as she leaned in for another hug.

As we hugged, the hand holding the ruler wrapped around me so that the ruler was peaking out in front of my face. I quickly scanned it and, to my horror, I spotted a few new marks on it. Marks are much further up the ruler, around the 6-9 inch points! I began to cough a bit, choking on my saliva as I gasped at this revelation.

She backed up immediately. “What’s wrong, hun? Did I squeeze you too hard?” she joked.

“No, no, it’s just… uh… what are those?” I managed to ask, pointing a trembling finger toward the ruler.

Her expression changed to a look of pity, her eyes going big and her forcing an exaggerated frown. “Aww, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice those yet, cutie. Don’t you worry your little head, hehe, about that right now. We’ll get to it in due time. First, we, I mean, I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided it’s time that I see what exactly you’ve been measuring all these years.”

I must have looked liked I’d seen a ghost. My head was spinning. Jaw dropped. Cheeks are firetruck red. She threw the ruler back into the drawer before looking back at me and taking in my deeply humiliated expression.

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t give me that look! Though you are just SO cute when you get embarrassed!” Mallie reached out and tussled my hair. “Let’s not dance around it anymore. I’m your bestie. I want what’s best for you! And in order to help you get it, I need to see exactly what we’re working with! And besides, isn’t this kinda what you wanted anyway? For your cute, blonde, bestie to ask you to get naked for me?”

I closed my slackened jaw and swallowed loudly as she waited eagerly for my response.

“Hello, earth-to-bestie, will you pretty please show me your supposedly 3-inch penis?” she asked again, as if this was as normal a request as passing her the remote during one of our movie nights.

I don’t know what came over me. I can’t explain it. Maybe it was the look in Mallie’s eyes. Maybe it was our deep history together. I really did trust her. Or maybe it was simply my now quickly rising stiffy. I did it. I lifted my butt from the couch, slid down my shorts and boxers to my ankles, and plopped back down. My half-chub was retracting a bit into my pubic mound as I sat down. This was definitely not the most flattering angle for me, but that was not on my mind right now.

Time froze for a second as I sat there with my pants around my ankles, my rather petite penis exposed in her apartment. The AC felt chilly on my bare penis, which was just barely beginning to stir, as if to greet this excited, sexy, blonde girl-next-door hello. I looked up to Mallie’s face to take in her reaction. I can’t imagine how silly I looked. Just an effeminate boy, with his tiny peepee exposed, looking eagerly into the eyes of a girl who has already made it clear she would never fuck him, waiting for her response to see his meager, dainty penis.

For a second, she merely studied it incredulously. She hopped up out of the crisscross, putting her knees under her and leaning down close to my crotch. Her face was probably less than a foot away from my penis for a second, before I heard a sudden snort come from Mallie. She jolted up and met my gaze again, very clearly holding in a laugh. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes began to water. I didn’t say anything. I just look on in anticipation and embarrassment.

“Oh, sweetie,” was as far as she could get before the laughter won out.

She erupted into hilarity. I instinctively reacted by clasping my hands over my shameful penis. She took a second to compose herself, swallowing her amusement.

“OH MY goodness! Oh, cutie. Don’t cover! Don’t cover! It’s okay. I know, this must be hard. Sorry for laughing! It’s just… You get it, right? You’ve been measuring it for years, hun. You know it’s small,” she defended herself, only serving to humiliate me more. “I was just caught off guard. That was it. No more laughing, I swear! Just show me again. Let’s see it,” she coaxed.

I obliged, hesitantly removing my hands, trembling as I moved them to my sides.

“Wow. Like, wow. I guess when I imagined 3 inches, I wasn’t imagining it would be like… skinny too?” Mallie said. She then looked me dead in the eye and said, “That is definitely the smallest penis I’ve ever seen by a lot. Like, take Dean for example… well, we’ll talk about that later. All you need to know now is that it’s really, really tiny.”

“Aw man…” I disappointedly exhaled the breath I had been holding this entire time, “I-I I’m sorry.” I whimpered, pathetically.

“Oh, sweetie. Don’t apologize! It’s just the truth. It’s the body you were given, and I just want to help you deal with it. I love you and I want the best for you. And I think I know just what we need to do with this wittle peepee,” she comforted me. “Is it okay that I call it that? Because it doesn’t really make sense to call it a dick or a cock. It needs to be categorized differently.”

I just nodded, watching her intently. “So, what do I do about it?” I posed.

“Well, babe, it might be itty-bitty, but it is quite cute! And I think with a few simple steps, we can make it much, much, cuter. We can get this dinky winky looking so precious that any girl will melt when she sees it! Does that sound good?” she asked excitedly.

I nodded nervously again.

“And just to be clear, the end goal here is NOT to get you laid. I don’t think that should be an aspiration of yours at all, in fact. What I want for you is to settle into your size. To accept it. To crave the reactions of other people seeing it, whether it’s met with giggles, coos, or baby-talk, or even name-calling. I’m sure those things have always scared you, and that’s not going to change. However, you’ll come to realize that the embarrassment and helplessness also feel… good.” She leaned in closer to my ear. “Like right now, for example. That wittle peepee is standing straight up, even though I know you’re SO-SO embarrassed for me to see it! You can’t deny it. So tell me, do you trust me?”

She was dead-on. At this point, I had a full-on boner perking up at 3 inches. I took a deep, yet shaky, breath and sighed out, “Yes, of course I trust you.”

She hopped up on her feet and shouted, “Yay! I knew you’d come around! You’re the best bestie ever! Come here!”

She pulled me up to my feet, pants still around my ankles, and hugged me once again. I felt the very tip of my penis poke into her thigh. I felt like I would cum in just a few two-finger tugs. She put her hands on my shoulders and put some space between us. I followed her gaze down between my legs.

“Okay, first things first. We simply have to get rid of those pubes. A peepee as small as yours shouldn’t have any hair. That’s for real cocks. And remember, what do you have?”

Mallie looked at me for my answer.

I was bewildered once more. Mallie really wanted me to say it? To degrade myself in front of her? And why was she acting like this was so much fun for her? Like all of this was a game? I really wanted to believe that she knew what was best for me, so I complied.

I swallowed my pride, and rejected whatever trace of masculinity I had left, and said, under my breath, “A wittle peepee.”

“Hehehe! Good, little guy! You’re learning so fast! Follow me!” she ordered, taking my hand again.

She began to drag me toward the bathroom. I stepped out of my shorts and boxers completely, leaving them behind. I walked behind her in only a t-shirt. She led me into her bathroom with cream walls and pink details. It smelled strongly of her body wash and perfume. I always loved it here. I would imagine her naked and showering in here whenever I came over. I knew her and Dean had hooked up in this shower multiple times.

“Okay, have a seat on the edge of the tub. Oh, and let’s just take this all the way off so it doesn’t get wet.” She lifted my shirt over my head.

I was now completely nude in my crush’s bathroom, and more vulnerable than I’d ever been in my life.

“Have you ever tried to shave your pubes before?”

I shook my head no.

“Oh wow, okay. I thought you might have, since there isn’t nearly as much hair down there as Dean or any of the other guys I’ve seen, but that’s okay. I guess it kind of makes sense. Like, if your penis didn’t really go through puberty, then you wouldn’t grow as many pubes either.”

That comment really cut deep. Mallie basically called it a little boy’s penis without saying it outright.

She continued, “No worries, I’ll help you this time!”

I watched in anticipation as she collected women’s scented shaving cream and a bright pink razor from her shower bag. She sauntered over to the faucet on the tub and turned it on warm. She held a washcloth under the water and then handed it to me.

“Okay, bestie! First, get that peepee and all the surrounding hair nice and wet! Then, rub this all over. And be generous with it!”

She handed me the shaving cream, too. I did as she said. My movements felt floaty and surreal, as if this was all a dream… or a nightmare… I wasn’t sure. She sat on the edge of the tub next to me, as I spread my legs and coated my crotch in lavender-scented foam.

I can’t lie. It felt good to touch my penis in front of Mallie. I had been fighting the urge to touch it this whole time. I was careful to walk the line between enjoying the sensation but not taking it too far, where she thought I was perving out.

“Okay, that’s good. Now I’ll take that.” Mallie took the washcloth back from me. “Turn toward me and let’s get this lil thing all nice and bare, like a proper babydick should be!” she shouted with joy.

Hearing the word ‘babydick ’leave her mouth knocked the wind out of me. I kept thinking naively that this couldn’t get any more embarrassing- and then it does. I barely have time to process, though, because her hands were quickly headed towards my throbbing, cream-covered, wiener. She gently took hold of it between her thumb and index finger and lifted it like it was the daintiest little thing in the world.

I immediately started biting my lip to distract myself from the sensation. I couldn’t believe this. My best friend and biggest crush was finally touching my penis, but in the least sexual way possible. She giggled a bit as she began to maneuver my penis with one pinched hand and shave me with the other. She shifted from giggly to focused as she worked diligently on my crotch. She studied my penis with a clinical gaze as she tactfully removed the hair, one stroke of the razor at a time. She would stop every few seconds to rinse the razor under the tap, then return to her work.

As she worked, she began to speak, “It’s gonna look so cute and harmless when I’m done with it, teehee!”

She looked up as if anticipating the blush that quickly came over my face. She was loving my bashful embarrassment, and she truly held me in the palm of her hand. The process wasn’t fast, but I never lost my erection. Even as she began to change the subject and just yap about various other people and events in our lives, my winky still throbbed as she manipulated my undersized penis and testicles.

“So anyway, Sophia bought me this suuuuuper cute top, and then we went for ice cream, and then…” she just chatted away while daintily lifting my little baby-sized weewee out of the way to drag the shaving razor along its length gently.

It’s like it didn’t even register as a penis to her. In her eyes, it’s not a sexual object. I felt like a doll for her to play with. I looked so dainty and harmless in her hand, not intimidating in the slightest. Eventually, she took one last pass with the razor and got up, putting it away.

“Quick, rinse off in the shower so we can see my masterpiece without all that excess foam!” she said, as she pulled the lever on the tub, switching it to the shower function.

“Um, are you going to watch?” I uttered, instantly realizing how silly that question was.

“Bro, I literally just shaved your pubes off. I was staring at it up close for like 10 minutes straight, haha. Just rinse off, silly!” she replied.

She was right, I would never have any modesty with her ever again after this. I hopped in the shower and let the warm water rinse all the excess foam and stray hairs off of my penis and balls. My erection died down a bit as I rinsed, leaving me about 2 inches in length. I looked down in horror as I realized the final result of her work. It had never looked smaller. It looked prepubescent even. With not a single ounce of masculine hair to hide behind, my ‘babydick’ as she called it, was completely exposed.

“OMFG, bestie! I knew this was the right call! It’s SOOO cute!” she cooed. “You have the itty-bittiest, cutesy-wutesy-est little peepee in the whole wide world, bestie!”

My entire body felt flushed. My peepee shrunk down to its wimpy, flaccid 1-inch state out of complete and utter humiliation.

“Awwww, is the little guy getting shy now? What’s wrong, baby peepee? Is it cold without your winter coat? Hehe, seriously, you look great! But I did miss a few spots. Don’t move!”

I stood, frozen and dripping, in her shower as she grabbed the razor once more and sat down in front of me, going back to work, touching up my soft 1-inch penis. It was basically just a petite head resting on two modest, grape-sized balls.

“Holy shit, dude. When it’s soft like this, it really does look like a baby’s dick. It must have been so hard growing up with this little thing. No wonder you measured it so much. I would have wanted it to grow too, if I were you! I’m so sorry you had to go through that, bestie. I’m gonna make it all better, I promise. And making this wittle peepee as cute as possible is step number one! And trust me, it’s already working! It is SOOOOO frikin adorable!” she ranted.

I know it’s weird, but her plan was working. I felt better. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but just getting some support and validation from her triggered something in my brain. I wanted to make her happy, and if this is what it took, it was worth it. It was by far the most intimate moment we’ve ever had. In fact, it was the most intimate moment I’ve ever had with any girl.

Suddenly, her phone, which she had placed by the sink, began to ring. I jumped a bit and was lucky she didn’t nick me.

“Oh, sorry buddy. One sec,” she walked over to the sink and picked up her phone, as well as a pink bottle of scented lotion. She handed the lotion to me and said, “Here, rub this all over. I was done anyway.”

She then sat on the closed toilet seat and answered her phone. As I covered myself in the perfumed lotion, I listened to the one-sided conversation.

“Hey, girl! OMG, no way! You’re so bad! How was it? I told you he could throw down! Yass queen! You deserved it! Haha same! Yep, so far, so good. All according to plan. Mhmm. Oh, already? Awesome! Yeah, no problem! I’m ready! Might as well enter phase two right away. Hahahaha! Stop! That’s gold! You have to bring it! No, for real. You just wait. It’s so much better than we thought. Okay, sounds good! See you soon!” Click, she hung up.

I racked my brain, trying to decode the conversation while multitasking with the lotion. “Who was that?’ I asked innocently.

“Oh, just Sophia. She was just telling me about her date last night. It went well. Like really well, if you catch my drift hehe” she implied. “Anyways, you look precious. How do you feel?”

“Good, I guess,” I answered sheepishly. “A bit cold thought…”

“Well, you’ll have to suffer for another few minutes. I want you to air dry, so just stand right there until you’re dry and smooth as a baby’s bottom… or weewee, in this case,” she joked.

“C’mon, do you really have to—” I started to argue, but she cut me off.

“Yes, I do have to, actually. In fact, you’d better get used to total, candid honesty from now on. If you want my help accepting your proper place with that little thing, then you have to accept that I’m going to address how small it is directly and frequently. Also, am I going to get a thank you for the incredible job I did freeing your wittle nubby from all that nasty man-hair?” Mallie asserted.

“Oh geez, okay. Umm, thanks, Mallie.” I squeaked.

“Thanks for what?” she teased.

“Thanks for shaving my wittle peepee,” I answered, under my breathe.

“Once more, with feeling!” she ordered.

“Thank you for removing the man-hair from my baby weewee, Mallie!” I groaned, louder this time.

My growing baby boner twitched for her at my embarrassing admission.

“Good, bestie!” she tussled my hair again. “Okay, so stay right there and dry while I go get the finishing touch for your peepee’s new look, okay?”

I nodded in agreement.

She left the room, leaving me alone in my embarrassment. This was the first moment of silence I had experienced since I arrived to process what was happening. My life was completely changed in mere moments. I had just experienced my biggest fear, the thing I had dreaded and obsessed over for years, and yet… I felt weirdly content. Relieved, even. Despite my intense humiliation, I really was grateful to Mallie for being so forthright and nurturing about this whole situation.

She was so perfect. I began to relive the moments of Mallie gently touching my penis while shaving me. It was the first time a girl had touched my penis. I daydreamed about how much I was going to touch myself when I got home, thinking about this wild series of events. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the sound of the front door opening and closing, or the whispers and giggles coming from down the hall.

My heart began beating fast as I heard footsteps approaching. Assuming it was Mallie, I did bother covering up. It was only at the very last second that it occurred to me that it sounded like more than one pair of footsteps.

To my surprise, from around the corner, Mallie and Sophia both entered through the bathroom door!

‘Oh god! Oh no! Oh no, no, no! This couldn’t be happening!’ my mind screamed.

I froze for a moment in horror before clamping my hand over my freshly shaved babydick. Unfortunately, I hesitated just long enough for Sophia to get an initial glimpse at my pathetic manhood. I watched a smile creep over her face. She looked incredible; bright pink hair with purple streaks, a tight body suit that ended in short shorts that showed off her body perfectly, and bare feet like Mallie.

I can’t imagine how I looked to her in that moment. Like a loser? Like a sissy? Like a baby? Some kind of pathetic combination of the three? A scrawny naked boy with his tiny little tater tot on display. My dinky penis and balls on display, like a little exclamation point proclaiming “I’m a beta!” Even I had to admit, who wouldn’t find this hilarious?

Appropriately, Mallie and Sophia erupted into deafening laughter at my expense.

To Be Continued…?

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