A Gardener’s Path to Healing 3

By Babydicklover.

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Part 3…

We stayed naked, and I helped prepare everything for the evening. She dusted my little pee-pee with her mini duster. After enduring innumerable small dick jokes from Mary every chance she got, it was finally time for her friends to arrive. She got dressed in a cute light blue barbie doll dress with black high heels. Her look hardened my little clitty.

She grabbed my baby boner and said, “Someone likes what they see.”

“Definitely. Where are my clothes?”

“They are in the washing machine.”

She walked me to the outside shed but couldn’t open the door. She was frantically trying to find the correct key.

“Crap. I can’t find the right key. I must have left it at the grocery store. I am so sorry, Andre.”

“What are we going to do? I can’t be stark nekkid in front of your friends.”

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I have an idea.”

She came out with a silky, bright pink robe for me to wear.

“I can’t wear this. Your friends will know I am not wearing anything underneath.”

“It’s this, or you can strut around completely buck naked where everyone can watch your microdingy, but I don’t think you would like the latter option.”

This did not feel like a fortunate stroke of serendipity. I did what she said and wore a very feminine robe. It was tight and short, so it almost showed off my unsatisfying, scrunched-up compact crotch.

“C’mon, isn’t there anything else to cover up my stunted disorder?”

She returned with a pair of black panties, “Here, wear these. I think they will complement the look very well.”

I slid on the revealing panties. Of course, they fit my little penis perfectly, covering my flattened groin. I felt like an effeminate sex doll.

“That is just adorable. Give me a twirl.”

I spun around for her, which amused her, “You are my special princess.”

All of her friends arrived around the same time. They were all beautiful women who were cordial while subtly carrying themselves with diva-like poise. Clearly, They came from wealth, a privilege I knew nothing about.

“Chloe, Angie, Veronica, and Dalia—this is Andre Morales.”

They all looked shocked at what I was wearing.

Dalia stepped up, held her hand, and said, “Oh, Andre, we have heard so much about you. The renowned gardener,” she said. She checked me out and licked her luscious lips. “What a cute little outfit you have on.”

I ignored the comment about my outfit, “Hopefully, you’ve heard good things,” I said back. “And I wouldn’t say I am renowned, maybe one day, haha.”

Veronica said, “Oh yes, very good things. I mean, look at Mary’s backyard. It is amazing.”

Mary rolled her eyes and snarkily said, “No, ladies, he is famous for another area of endowed expertise. But that is a different tale for another day.”

They all looked intrigued by this story that Mary hinted at. I looked at her and mouthed, “no, don’t, please.” She wouldn’t listen or acknowledge me.

“The truth is, Andre and I were intimate today, and he gave me what I was missing since Albert passed away. He is very well-endowed and a powerful lover. I’ve never felt more alive.”

Angie sparked up and said, “Wow. Good for you, Andre. Mary here has been off-limits for years now. Wait, is that why you are in a robe? What were you naughty kids doing before?

“Please, show a little class, Angie. He’s wearing it because he wants to show off his chiseled body. The gods of endowment themselves sculpted his body.

Angie grabbed my robe, ready to pull it off me, “let’s see it right now then—”

Mary stepped in and stopped her, “But later, when we chill in the pool.”

Why was Mary implying I wanted to show them my body? I said, “no, I do not. I don’t feel comfortable doing that.”

“Don’t be so modest, sweetie pie,” she tapped my cheek with her fist.

Veronica said with excitement, “well, what are we waiting for?”

They quickly removed their clothes, showing off their toned bikini bodies. They all jumped in except Mary and me.

She whispered in my ear, “I saw you got horny from my teasing. Please don’t deny it. You want to show these ladies your Thor Hammer—I mean, well, your anti-climactic reflex hammer, she said teasingly. She touched my lower parts. “I can’t even feel anything. I bet you will love this as these women abolish and demolish any ounce of manliness you have left.”

“Okay, I did enjoy your playful teasing, but this is different. This will be extremely emasculating and downright humiliating.”


She walked closer to the pool and asked the crowd of horny women, “Are you all ready to see Andre’s beautiful body and large dick?”

They screamed in unison, “YES!”

She ripped the robe off me, exposing my half-naked self in panties.

“Panties,” they all shrieked.

Veronica blurted out, “That is not what I expected, but he looks charming in them. What a little crossdresser.”

“That’s not even the hilarious thing tonight, ladies.”

“I don’t feel comfortable doing this, Mary.”

She came before me and hooked her hands in my panties, “Too late, my dickless dude. Ladies, check out Andre’s shriveled little dicklette. She yanked down my panties to my ankles. She stepped away, so they could all get a closer look at my little hairless 0.3-inch penis.

I was frozen in place. They looked stunned and, without a second thought, erupted in obnoxiously loud laughter. Each one exploded into bloodthirsty hysterics.

I covered the little guy, but Mary held my arms to my sides.

They all screamed stuff like it was the smallest penis in the world, they didn’t know they came that small, it must be cold out, I was an incredibly attractive trans-man, and they had little children bigger than me. They hooted and cat-called me.

Dalia screamed, “I can barely see anything between his legs. Push him in so we can have a better look.

Mary pushed me into the pool, and they all grabbed me. They wouldn’t stop playing with my embarrassing boyhood. The sheer laughter and murderous teasing mortified me.

After what felt like constant jabs at my prepubescent-like penis, we finally left the pool. The damage was done. They already saw how tiny it was. They just stared at my mini penis as it wobbled when I walked.

“Look how his little penis bounces. It’s like a little acorn. You must be so embarrassed. Haha. Poor guy, it must suck having nothing to show for your role as a man. I don’t even know what you can do with this baby crotch.”

Mary looked at them, “Not much, let me tell you that. He put it in my vagina and butt, but I couldn’t feel anything.”

I was annoyed, so I got up and said, “This is my penis. It makes me no different than other men,” I said. I stomped my sissy feet like a child having a temper tantrum. “Quit ridiculing me, you unsympathetic, heartless bitches.”

I don’t know what came over me. I was acting like a child. Going through life without a loving mother, I grew up very quickly because I had to survive. I built a shield around myself and the world. My father died when I was very young, so I never had any male role models. I needed that masculine, emotional support. I think that absence was more traumatic than I thought it would be.

I didn’t allow myself to be a kid since my childhood was stolen. My mom clearly couldn’t deal with his death and took it out on me. I was also regularly sexually abused by him. The truth was, I wasn’t a virgin because my mother took that away from me. I didn’t think of it as sex because I didn’t want it, but I was forced to. I regressed to that little boy who only wanted unconditional love from his mother.

I remember how I was so many years ago. I ran to my mother, “Mommy, do you want to play?”

“Do I look like I want to play?! Your stupid father was the one who wanted children. Now, I am stuck with you. You are a constant reminder of his death. Please get out of my face. You ask me again, and I will beat your ass.”

I felt still, but reality woke me up from the daymare.

Mary looked diabolically angry. She said, “how dare you talk to us like that with your frail and fragile penis-less attitude. First, don’t act like a dick when you don’t have one. Second, you’re lucky to have the privilege to touch your little member in the presence of my pussy. A pussy you will never have again if you continue acting this way. Lastly, a man’s worth is his penis, so I have no problem telling everyone about your little secret.”

Angie asked, “Would you let him near you with that little stumpy?”

“Duh. He’ll do anything for me because he adores me. Every spoken word I say is gospel. Isn’t that true, hon?”

“I am not fragile. I was defending myself because you all ridiculed my body.”

“That is just incorrect, honey, your body is stunning, but that little thing is incredibly tiny. Even you have to admit that.”

“Well, yes, but it doesn’t change me or my life’s worth.”

“No, of course not. It doesn’t change your worth but changes your status in society. Now, answer the question from before, mister.”

“Yes, I think you are unique and would do anything for you,” I said. I looked down at my sad, little penis. “I know it is minuscule and ineffective, but I thought we shared a euphoric connection.”

“Hon, even though it is micro and amateurish, it is so damn cute. It’s the comic sidekick, and he’s won my heart.” She said that a man is just a cock’s way of moving around. She looked at my unconvinced face. “Aww, poor baby, come to mommy. Bring that little, shrunken, skinny pecker over here.”

I walked up to her, sat on her lap, and put my head on her chest. She hugged and comforted me.

I didn’t know why everything was hitting me all at once. Throughout my whole life, this is what I have needed. I was so severely abused physically and sexually that I chose not to be in a relationship. I was scared I would be taken advantage of. Even when I tried to be in different relationships, they didn’t work out because of my little penis or the irrational fears that held me back. I didn’t begin masturbating until I was 23 years old. I couldn’t handle it. I moved out when I was 16 and never looked back. I dropped out of high school. I needed to make money to live, so I became a gardener because that is what I knew best.

Mary lifted my pencil dick with her pinky and brought me back to what was happening.

I looked and innocently asked her, “Mommy, do you only like me for my body?”

“No, I like all of you, even your unpleasurable dinky winky member. We shared a beautiful connection today, and I want to do more with you. You are exceptional, and I don’t just mean your exceptionally small tic tac.”

I shouted, “Yay! That is good to hear.”

She tapped my nose, then my chode, “Boop, you are swell.”

Everyone giggled at my childlike behaviors and probably my millimeter monster. It bounced around with unrestrained exuberance on her lap.

“But, you have to understand your slavish role in this relationship. I wear pants here, not you. This is a matriarchy. I just wanted to let you know that you will do what I say. Do you understand, mister?”

I grabbed her hand and kissed it, followed by a bow, “I do, milady. You have my word.”

“Unfortunately, this can’t go unpunished.”

Without warning, she grabbed and held me hard, put me over her knee, and started rubbing my buttocks, then spanking me. She didn’t hold back at all as she was relentless with each forcible lick. All the ladies laughed and made degrading jokes about my under-endowment and inappropriate behavior. They gave me the small penis sign or wiggled their pinkies at me.

“You are like a bad child who deserves to be punished. Tell mommy now.”

“I deserve to be punished for disrespecting you and your friends and having a pathetic excuse for a penis.”

“I can tolerate that. I would have added something like ‘with the inability to please anyone,’ but that’ll do. Now, with each swat, I need you to repeat the words: ‘I have a baby penis and proud.'”

With each slap, I cried those horrible words louder and louder to her laughing friends who were filming my punishment. I was overwhelmed. After about 20 swats on each bouncing butt cheek, she paused, so I thought it was over. Instead, she shoved her fingers into my tight rectum.

“Ow. That hurts.”

“Don’t be a big baby. You love my fingers deep in your celibate hole. Get used to this because I have a strap-on I plan on using,” she said. She kissed me on the neck and rubbed my back with her other hand. “I know it’s hard, but just let it happen. Don’t fight it. It will only get harder if you do.”

I was consumed by pain but was inwardly blocked by this visceral change. I told myself to relax and caught myself moaning and enjoying this feeling. She removed her fingers and held me up. I rubbed my red ass, and she gave me a compassionate, warm hug.

“This is what happens when you go against mommy’s orders. It hurts me way more than it hurts you. I am sorry, my cub, but you must learn this valuable lesson.”

“I understand, mommy.”

We both stood up. She patted my bottom, hugged me, and kissed me on the forehead.

“You are a good boy.”

I was back again, but this was more recent. The worst part was my mother passed away many years ago. I didn’t get to tell her how much she hurt me. I needed closure. I didn’t know what to think—anger, sadness, confusion, guilt, grief. I attended the funeral, but no one wanted me there. No one was happy to see me because they thought I had abandoned her. They didn’t know the whole story. I left with such sorrow and misery.

I felt a wave hit me from the ladies’ laughter. After Mary played with the insides of my bubble butt, the ladies had full reign over my body. They touched me, and I blew my little load several times. They laughed every time since hardly anything came out. Their constant belittlement and derogatory comments about my little sprout drew me over.

I needed to whiz, so I got up to use the restroom, only to be stopped by Mary.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“To the restroom, is that okay?”

“You need to ask permission.”

“Sorry. May I be excused and use the restroom?”

She squinted her eyes at me, “Sure, but make it quick.

She cynically looked at me and said, “Boy, you’ve been too pampered, you little brat. You are going to need a lot more training and discipline. But for now, go relieve your little twiggy, mama’s boy.”

I hurried to the bathroom. Mary slapped my toasted ass, still sizzling from the spanking, and I could hear their snicker as I walked away.

Veronica spoke up, “He is beautiful. Too bad he is screwed in the lovemaking department. You’ve just got him wrapped around your little finger, even though it’s bigger than what he’s packing, haha.”

“Yep, I am just getting started with the little fella. He’s my little crybaby, snowflake, a spineless cupcake,” followed by an evil laugh.

“More like those mini cupcakes.”

“I like the way you think, haha.”

After pissing from mini me, I returned, pretending to be unaware of their oppressive remarks. I was subjugated as their loyal servant for the entire night. This included getting anything they wanted, like food, massages, or my slutty tongue. They even took photos of my body as a remembrance of this day.

They planned on showing their husbands how tiny I was and how they appreciated their rich endowment. As the night grew darker, they each kissed me as a token of their gratitude, grabbed my now innie ding-a-ling, pushed it in, and said they could get used to this arrangement. After hours of being used as an enslaved, submissive plaything for their pleasure, they finally left.

I helped Mary clean up after everyone.

“Thank you so much for helping me out.”

“It is my pleasure.”

She winked at me and said, “Well, it’s not mine.”

We both giggled at that. At the night’s end, I hugged and held her up while kissing her. We hung out in the jacuzzi, exploring each other’s bodies. I accepted her amorous advances.

“Such a beautiful body. You’ve taken good care of yourself—shame about the little milgate. You are marginalized with your baby pud. I can’t imagine going through life with people sharing unpleasantly shameful opinions about small dickies. They need love too.”

It was very romantic, and I didn’t want it to end. It was passionate, beautified lovemaking under the night sky. She sucked on my little penis until I exploded in her mouth. Her red-hot mouth knew what to do.

“Wow, you are a horny boy now, aren’t you?”

“What did you expect? I’ve been around you all day?”

She giggled and blushed, “You flatterer. You are such a little flirt. You are gaining that confidence we talked about earlier.”

“Yeah, thanks to you.”

“It doesn’t matter the size, as long as you can withstand the expectations and walk proudly, even if there’s nothing to be proud of.

She went inside the shed with the washing machine and brought my clothes to me.

“You had the key the entire time, didn’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

We had a good laugh from that. She handed me my clothes but told me I better not put them on. I needed to walk back to my car completely naked, and I better not put them on until I entered my house. I knew not to argue with her. She walked me out, and I looked around to ensure no one was nearby.

She French-kissed me deeply and told me she would see me next Sunday. I drove home with the happiest smile of my life, with my baby penis empty and full of release. It was the smallest it had ever been since I was a newborn. I was no longer a virgin. I had sex on my terms. I got back to my home and ran like the wind to avoid anyone seeing what I lacked between my legs. I was exhausted and fell onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, grateful for Mary, until I drifted into a peaceful sleep. Mary was special. I could feel it. It was like a fairytale.

I finally confronted what I had been hiding for years. All the time, my mother was drunk and physically abused and raped me. It is my chance to heal from the scars and wounds of my past. I needed to be there for Mary when her husband passed away. Now, I hope she can support me while I get help for everything I have gone through. I was happy with myself for once and couldn’t wait to see what Mary had in store for me. This is my new beginning. My path to healing.

Six months later…

“First off, I want to applaud Andre for sharing his story. Seeing a psychologist can be hard for many people, especially coming forward with something like this. The healing process is not easy, but working together will help.”

Mary held my hand, “I will be with you on every step of your journey, just like you were for me.”

“You don’t need to be here. I don’t want to burden you with this. It isn’t your responsibility to help me.”

“Andre, you have such a beautiful soul and are not a burden. I am here because I want to be here. I’m not going anywhere. I care about you so much, more than you’ll ever know.”

I looked at her with tears and said, “Thank you. I am so glad we found each other. I love you, Mary.”

“I love you too.”

She whispered, “I am so happy you found the courage to do this. You inspire me every day, Andre, even with your tiny penis.”

I just smiled slightly and hugged her.


To Be Continued…?


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, formatting errors, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Even with the limited editing done here, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed (That’s the author’s job). The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can publish it here.


  • Greg

    Hi my name’s Greg I live in Pennsylvania and Dad I am so unhappy sexually because my penis is very small I mean it’s really small and that the funny part about it is that I get girls attention but when I bring them home they all tell me the same thing.

    • Babydicklover

      Hey Greg. I’m sorry to hear that. I really hope you find the right girl for you!


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