A Gardener’s Path to Healing 1

By Babydicklover.

I’ve known and worked under Mary Romano for eight years as her gardener. She owned a beautiful home with a large, luxurious backyard, pool, and patio area. She had a well-kept, abundant garden filled with tulips and hydrangeas I helped plant. Albert, the love of her life, passed away four years ago, and we’ve developed a meaningful friendship because this was the first time she’s lost someone close to her.

After her husband passed, she sunk into a deep depression at the beginning. The home was hollow, but the garden represented a symbol of life. The colors, aroma, and flowers gave her the strength and hope to continue the fight daily. The site was a profusion unlike any other, almost like a secret garden in England. There was even a time she helped me plant the flowers, which provided her nourishment and healing from her grief.

After I finished every Sunday, we would have some of the best conversations about virtually anything. I looked forward to them because she was so easy to talk to. Now, Mary is doing much better than before. It’s nice and refreshing to see her smile again. Everything changed when I decided to use her shower without her knowledge.

During the Autumn season, the leaves resembled the serenity of oranges, browns, and yellows. Like the beauty of the time of year, Mary was a very tall, older, blonde woman with green eyes. She could have been the cover of Vogue Magazine. I was a slightly built Latino man who was pretty short and had a very deep, macho voice. My mother raised me.

Mary greeted me with the kindest smile, much like the altruism of the orange sunrise, “Good morning Mr. Andre Morales. How are you doing,” she asked me?

“I’ve been doing okay. I can’t complain. The rain really did a number here, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, thank you for your help. As usual, I will be inside if you need me.”

As always, I worked on tidying everything up, trimming the flowers, and mowing the grass. I was bathed in the gentle, cool breeze. Like a clumsy fool, I accidentally tripped and fell in a mud puddle. I called for Mary, and she was startled and brought me a towel to wash myself off. It did the job, but I was still filthy.

“I am such a mess. I am sorry about that.”

“No worries, I think you look freaking adorable. Actually, let me wash those clothes for you.”

My eyes practically jolted out of my head. “You don’t have to do that.”

She chuckled and said, “Don’t be a little Hershey’s cheesecake. It is no trouble.”

She walked up, grabbed my shirt, and threw it over my head. My abs were exposed to this widow. She unbuckled my belt, yanked my jeans down to my ankles, and made me step out of them. I took off my shoes and socks. I was left with nothing but my little underwear, which embarrassed me because they weren’t the best pair. They were light pink, short, tight, and had some noticeable holes. Nothing phased her about practically having a half-naked man in her backyard alone.

She looked in the direction of my crotch and asked, “Did you want me to wash your underwear too?”

There would be no way I would be naked in front of Mary. That would be the most embarrassing thing ever.

“No, I will be okay. Plus, I need some sort of cover.”

She looked down at my crotch area again, “I guess so.”

She hurled my clothes into her washing machine. “I’m heading to the grocery store to buy some things because I’m hosting a little party tonight for my girlfriends. I won’t be gone for too long. I trust you to make sure to guard the house while I’m away.”

She never left me alone in her house. I didn’t mind because I would do anything for her.

“Of course, madam Mary. I hope no one shows up. I don’t look like an intimidating threat. It would be awful for someone to see me in only my little chonies.”

“I don’t want any estranged woman taking advantage of my sweet gardener, but I think you will be fine. Just flex your bulky muscles. That will scare them away. Make yourself at home, sweetie.”

She left, and I sat on her couch watching television. I still was filthy, so I decided she would be gone long enough for me to use her shower. I was a little nervous doing this because it felt like I was invading her privacy. I discovered her bedroom and found her bathroom. The shower was huge, with a generous seating area. I looked behind me to make sure she wasn’t there.

I instinctively felt something was wrong in my gut and should head back downstairs, but I ignored my primal intuition. I turned on the water and slid down my chonies, completely naked. Once the water was warm, I was blasted with an irresistible waterfall of hot water kissing every part of my body. I felt the rainbow shimmering around me. It was an unforgettable experience. I lived in a poor neighborhood, so my showers were usually cold and uneventful. I lost myself in my thoughts and tuned everything out of my consciousness, which is why I failed to hear when Mary arrived home.

I was interrupted when I heard a loud shriek coming from behind me. Mary had a clear view of my little butt. I didn’t know who it was, so without hesitation, I saw Mary standing with enlarged pupils and a shocked countenance. I stood motionless and merely gasped at the sight of this enchanting woman.

I failed to mention that I am a 43-year-old man with an impenetrable and pitiful penis the size of a small child, which is a necessary characteristic of this story. If I were blessed with a hung cock, this story would have ended in making love all night long without the humiliating realization and turmoil. The truth hurts, but it teaches us some of the wisest lessons.

With an immediate panic, I covered my tiny little dicklette with both hands faster than she could comprehend. I was lucky I covered the paltry pee-pee up before her inscrutable eyes could get a sneak peek of my disappointing wiener.

“Andre, what do you think you are doing?”

“I am so sorry. I thought you would be out longer. I just needed a shower and thought—”

“And thought you would just be a naughty boy and use my shower without my knowledge and permission.”

I held my head in shame, standing wet and butt naked in front of this goddess, clenching my small penis away from her alarming discomposure. I was worried this would ruin our friendship, and I would lose a reliable client.

Her pseudo frown turned into an innocent smile, “Don’t worry, dear, I did say make yourself at home.”

I looked up at her ambiguous eyes, unknowing how she felt at this uncomfortable moment. I awkwardly stared at the cold floor, avoiding her captivating gaze. Her eyes glanced toward my little guy cupped and hidden behind my nervous, sweaty hands.

She looked at the vaporous shower with a racy smirk and suggested, “That looks nice. Since you are so keen on showering, you really are a dirty boy from all that gardening. How about I join you? I will make sure you properly clean yourself.”

I was startled she would even suggest this. I didn’t want her to see me in all my little unhung glory.

“What? No way. No, I should be going.”

“What’s the matter? You’ve never showered with a woman before?”

“No, I have—well, not really.”

She interrupted me, and with a hint of tease, she asked, “Am I unattractive or something?”

She knew damn well how amazing she looked to ask me something so ridiculous. Why was she pretending to be clueless and unaware of what was happening?

Stumbling on my words, “No, it’s not that. You are beautiful—”

“Then I hardly see the problem.”

She quickly grabbed my underwear and the towels and locked them in her bedroom.

“My underwear. I need to leave, though.”

Her demeanor completely shifted, “I don’t think so. You are staying right there, mister.”

This was the first time sweet Mary shouted at me like some subservient child. I didn’t know she had this autocratic and domineering side of her. Who was Mary?

Instantly, she erotically and slowly lifted her pink and white polka dot dress over her smooth body. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments, so I saw her voluptuous breasts and savory pussy revealed to me. She was completely nude and had this sensation of power over me. In complete shock, I couldn’t believe she was about to hop in the steaming shower with me. I held on to my baby crotch for the most prolonged duration. I didn’t dare show her my little secret. I don’t know how long I could keep up this charade because I had a feeling she wanted to see my lower parts.

She came in, and I looked at her with such anxiety. I could feel the sexual tension brewing between us. I almost fell multiple times, trying to clean myself with one hand. I was already uncoordinated enough, so this took the cake.

She saw me struggling and smirked at me, “You seem to be struggling, showering with one hand. Why don’t you uncover that middle area down there? You would feel better and have more control.”

“I’m sure I can manage. I don’t want you to see me naked.”

“Why not? You are seeing me naked. It is only fair that I get to see you too.”

“Well yeah, but my body is different.”

She skimmed me up and down, “What do you mean? You have a hard, smooth, beautiful body.”

She seemed excessively friendly and openly positive about my body. Maybe there was a small percentage she probably wouldn’t have cared about my teeny micropenis. It was probably all in my head.

I gave Mary a heavy sigh. “Okay, the truth is, my penis is rather smaller than average,” I said. “I’m worried you’ll make fun of me or see me differently.”

“You know I don’t judge people. It’s probably not that bad. It’s not like something I haven’t seen before.”

“I don’t know if I should show you.”

“C’mon, please. I’m sure I will love whatever you are packing. Show me what you are hiding behind your hands, big boy. What are you working with?”

She wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I adamantly said, “I don’t want to.”

She turned completely different and somewhat impatient with my persistent opposition, “You are a grown-ass man. Grow up! Are you a scared little boy or something? Uncover it now. Let me see what you have. Reveal your secret to me.”

What had gotten into Mary? She owned me, wholly vulnerable and nude like a newborn. Based on the authoritative tone of her uncompromising voice, I didn’t have any physical autonomy. Even my cognitive thoughts felt controlled and warped. The teeny balls were in her court now. Seldom was I ever alone with a woman, let alone a mature and sophisticated one, which was the best way I could describe her magnetic aura. I closed my eyes and uncovered my little, tiny half-inch penis.

I heard her mutter the words loud enough to hear, “Oh my, is that all? Where is your dick, Andre?”

I opened my eyes, and she stared directly at it and nodded, almost like she expected it to be on the smaller side. It was humiliating for this sensual widow to eyeball my incredibly bite-sized penis. It was like I was displayed on the “unbelievable bodies” exhibit at a museum where visitors would genuinely be curious by the anomaly standing before them. Who wouldn’t be inquisitive seeing a man packing a little bottle cap? It is not the typical norm people usually face.

“It’s where it’s supposed to be.”

“Aww, yes. There it is. Hmm. That was honestly expected. Honey, I’ve watched you for years and could never even catch a hint of bulge stuffed in your pants. Even today, you were completely flat in your underwear. I am just very overtaken by how small it is. Wow. This makes so much sense now. Geez, la wheeze, I spoke too soon. You are a scared little boy, aren’t you? By the way, your penis does not match your deep, soothing voice. It contradicts with your little root.”

Without any foreseeable regret, I snapped at her, “It isn’t that small.”

She was taken aback by my zealous defense. Soft giggles left her smooth lips, quickly transfiguring into maniacal laughter and condescending teasing.

“My apologies. I didn’t know you experienced psychotic hallucinations. Someone needs to drill the truth inside your confused head. I’ve never seen any male genitalia as small as yours. It is remarkable, something I’m sure scientists would love to study. This atypical penile stunted development would need a group to closely examine with a fine tip. It never really blossomed into a fulfilling flower. It just remained a closed-up bud.”

Those words roasted and crucified me. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I covered my unmanly, feminized parts again. I was supplied with the splendor of stupefaction and embarrassment.

She looked disappointed and said, “Hon, I will not have that. When I am around, your small, smooth micropenis will always be uncovered for my merriment.”

She touched my pecks with her wet hands, slowly leading toward my midsection. Her touch was fatal, and I lost myself to her galvanizing touch. At a leisurely pace, she drummed my hands away from the shriveled-up dinkle.

“How insolent of you to disobey me. You tell me the truth, Andre. I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

Forcibly having to admit my apparent shortcomings to this gorgeous woman, even though she already knew, was very cruel, which excited her the most. She was assiduous to embarrass me and my little tee-tee.

With a big sigh, I said, “It is very tiny, smaller than a little toddler’s. It is a baby carrot or a little corn kernel.” I looked into her eyes, and her sternness pressured me to continue this awful confession. “My mother used to inspect me—even in high school, to see if I grew any, which, as you can tell, I never did. She was always frustrated that I wouldn’t be like my father where it mattered. I was taken to the doctor’s office several times to address the baby elephant in the room. My mother was candid with the doctor—she didn’t use subliminal messages or talk to the doctor when I wasn’t there, which was horrifying. I was a failure to her because a man who couldn’t please his woman was not a real man. Even my grandmother was worried I wouldn’t be with anyone due to my man-child stubby.”

With a sparkle of approval in her eyes, she rubbed my bare shoulders and said, “That’s a good, obedient boy. I imagine any parent unhappy if their child had what you had.”

She had this nefarious look. “Let’s see how tiny your hairless, little penis truly gets,” she clamored.

She turned the hot water down, so it would shrink even more if possible. The coldness made me shiver, and I could feel it reduce to almost nothing—a little nubless toy.

The cold water had a dramatic consequence on my manliness, “Beautiful. Who knew my Latino gardener was hung like the little mushrooms he helped me grow? You barely have a penis right now, even though it’s not any different from before.”

She grabbed the little guy and played with it. I stood there as she flicked my little penis back and forth with her index finger. I held my head up and looked away from her menacing direction.

“Aww, you shave your little pee-pee. Silly boy, you know shaving only makes it look smaller.”

“I thought it would make it look bigger.”

She gave me a tight, sympathetic hug and a little kiss on the cheek. “Aww, I’m sorry you were born with the smallest penis I have ever seen,” she said. “It must be so hard for you to find a woman. Are you seeing anyone?”

Shamelessly I said, “Nope, I am currently single.”

Her face brightened, and she looked directly at my shrunken winky, “I can see why.”

Now with singed cheeks flushed to a deep crimson shade, I nodded. “Most women just laugh at what I have,” I said. “They aren’t interested in my charm after discovering my little worm.”

“That makes sense, but it sounds like you are encountering the wrong type of woman for you. Not all us gals are size queens. Some women out there love little, baby dicks like yours. Granted, it’s a minoritized attraction; there are a select few you deserve. Wait, does that mean you are still a virgin?”

With a slight sniffle, I replied, “Yes, I’ve never had a woman to have sex with.”

She looked at my little guy without an ounce of disbelief and said, “Looking at your little boy’s penis, I already drew that conclusion. I just can’t believe it’s true.” She held her hand to her mouth to stifle a chuckle. “Aww, you’ve got a puny, teeny virgin pee-pee. It’s never deflowered anyone. Poor repressed baby goober never experienced sexual gratification or felt it coated in a wet vagina.”

I felt more ashamed than I ever did in my life. She made me feel like an inept and idle man incapable of being an adequate lover.

“Wait, I am confused. You told me you were with some Jessica chick. What happened to her?”

I didn’t answer her and remained quiet. She already knew why it didn’t work out. She just enjoyed teasing me at this point.

She pointed at my shaftless prick, “Haha. Is that why she dumped your crotchless ass,” she questioned?

“Yes, she asked me where it was and called me ‘shorty stumpy boy.'”

She laughed loudly and said, “What an appropriate nickname. We will have to decide on something soon for me to call you.”

Mary saw my shame-tainted face and gave me this soft look of commiseration, “My darling, you are in your forties, though,” she said. She rubbed my back and gently squeezed my bare butt. “Have you been to nudist beaches or resorts? You always see these chubby, beefy guys with tiny, itty bitty peckers with beautiful, robust women, somehow. They walk around without a care, showing everyone how pathetic they look as their wieners are buried in their pubic hair. It sounds absurd, but they have this charismatic confidence in who they are. They embrace with trust owning a little nub for a penis.” She rubbed my hair. “Cutie pie, even men with micro-sized willies, get some action. They just know how to pleasure a woman in other ways since their little baby pee-pees won’t stack up.”

“I’ll never be that guy. I’ve always known that since I was a boy. I always imagined being happy with a woman, but I know that’s impossible.”

“Aww. Yes, you will. Don’t sell yourself short, haha, I didn’t mean it like that, but pun intended,” she said. She smacked my back and laughed. “You aren’t a good lover in bed, not because of your small dicklette, but because you are an inexperienced virgin with a man-child wee-wee. I assume it is undoubtedly one of the smallest dipsticks in the galaxy, but it is a beautiful mouth-watering pizzle. I haven’t tasted or had a dick in me for over four years. I’ll take whatever I can, even if it is smaller than a garden gnome uses.”

My eyes bugged out of my head. I was still a 43-year-old virgin. I wouldn’t even know what to do with her.

I looked at her with desperation and insecurity. “Do you like what I have,” I asked her.

“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think I will be able to feel anything with something so small in me,” she said. She gave me an enigmatic wink. “Who knows, though? Miracles happen from the hands of god every single day. If it doesn’t work out, there are other ways to pleasure a woman without a nanosized penis that I can teach you.”

Naturally, I just said, “Oh, yes, mistress.”

Her eyes widened, carried by a provocative nature, “Mistress? I like that.”

We soaped each other up and finished our shower. Mary turned off the water and dried me off. While drying me off, she giggled and tapped my baby-like penis. We walked to the bedroom, and a dimly lit bedroom greeted me. She smacked my love biscuits and played some serene, romantic music in the background. I laid on my back while she held me in her arms like an angelic baby.

“Are you ready for this? I only want to do this if you want to.”

“Oh. Yes, I want this.”

What did mistress have planned for me? What was she going to teach me? I couldn’t wait to find out.

I felt safe in Mary’s arms as she kissed me affectionately. She wrapped herself around me and seemed to love my light brown body. She worshiped every inch of me. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. I returned the favor and caressed her stunning breasts. While this was spicy, and I felt aroused, unfortunately, I wasn’t growing where I needed to be.

She gazed at my inactive, stagnant weenie and held my hand. She asked me, “Are you okay? I knew this would happen with a little virgin.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not you. I am just very nervous.”

“Obviously, it’s never me. I’ve learned from my previous experiences with other partners,” she said. She grabbed my limp peanut with her thumb and forefinger, “Let’s see if this works.”

She started taunting me and the baby, talking to my little penis, “Look at the little pee-pee boy. It looks like you never went through puberty. No wonder you are still a virgin at your advanced age, you goody-two-shoes.”

I could feel it hardening. Her touch and hurtful comments about my manhood turned me on.

She reinvigorated my little boner and held it, “Looks like the little guy is ready already. That was quick. Damn, it barely grew at all. It’s time to play. Let’s discover what you can do and even explore the uncharted territory of your sexual identity. Let’s try a couple of different things. Let’s start with you putting it in my juicy snatch. Wait. Did you bring any protection?”

“Oh, I didn’t even think this would have been a possibility—”

“Haha. You’re so cute. I’m joking. No condom out there would even fit you unless you had a little thimble. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I can’t have kids and know you are clean, so carry on.”

I nodded meekly and smiled. I stuck my 1.5-inch hard dick in her precious honeypot. I gasped loudly from the pleasure, enough for it to echo resoundingly. It was the most fantastic feeling of all time.

“Haha, don’t blow your little load in me already. Geez.”

I recalled the porn I regularly relished and began pumping gradually.

After about eight pumps, she authentically asked, “Cutie pie, is it in yet?”

I felt so embarrassed because here I was tiring myself out, giving it my all, when she didn’t even realize I was all the way in.

“Oh, that’s a mood killer. I guess it is too small for you. Mary, I am all the way in.”

“Oh, you poor baby. I see you trying your hardest, but I don’t feel anything. I was kind of expecting that. It was like we were scissoring, but I couldn’t feel a damn thing. At least with a vagina, I would be able to feel something. We will have to try something else.”

She flipped over and wanted me to put it in her butt.

“You won’t be able to feel anything, though. What makes you think this will be different?”

“Just try it, whiner,” she said. She handed me a bottle of lube. “Lube up your tiny penis and disappoint me. I want to feel dissatisfied with your malfunctioned equipment.”

This was horrible. She made me put my undersized ding-a-ling in her butt just to mock me. I lubed up and found my way inside her, but it only touched the tip of her anus. I couldn’t even reach past her twinky butt; she was a skinny gal. I began drilling her lovely little butt while she seemed disinterested. Out of nowhere, she started screaming with pleasure.

“Oh my god. Babe, that feels amazing.”

I was excited and asked, “Are you serious? Should I keep going?”

She giggled and said, “oh boy. I am just kidding because I honestly can’t feel anything. I was faking it because that’s how tiny your little muscle is. Don’t fret, little man. We’ll find something that works. I hope so.”

“Wait. Maybe I can try going deeper.”

I tried my hardest to impale and sodomize her with everything I had properly. Each pump took the energy from my adrenaline.

I thought to myself, “C’mon, little buddy. You’ve got this.”

She started laughing involuntarily, “Haha. Stop. That tickles me, Andre.”

I know she was laughing at my little binky tickling her, but I felt hurt. I just wanted to give up. I pulled out my tiny erect needle dick and asked with apparent frustration, “What can we possibly do now?”

She pulled me into a hug and told me everything would be fine. She kissed the tip of my infant-sized cockle. It was twitching like crazy because I’d never been this turned on.

“Don’t be frustrated. We don’t want that little dick energy here. Since it appears your impossibly tiny pussy can’t bring me any pleasure, you will need to use your other parts to compensate. The only thing you can do now is to use your tongue and lick my desirable cooze.”

“If you think it will work.”

I gently kissed her stomach and came to her clitoris. I gave it lustful kisses. She aggressively held my head and pushed my tongue inside her.

“Oh yes, that feels amazing. Keep going, Andre.”

I didn’t know what to do, so I kept licking as profoundly as possible. Mary’s vaginal fluids tasted like a tangy dessert as I devoured her insides.

“Harder. Lick me harder. I haven’t had this in years. How the hell are you a virgin with that seductive tongue? I am so turned on by how tiny your penis is. Even my petite clitoris is bigger than your tiny wrestler. Your tweeny gherkin is so hot and delicious. You aren’t massive, but your microcock is a massive turn-on.”

I was licking and eating her more intensely than before. I could feel her insides drooling down my face. Mary screamed the loudest and experienced an orgasm. I quit licking her and asked her how that felt.

“That was amazing. You are a natural pussy licker, which makes sense because you can’t depend on that little guy. Now, it is your turn. Stick it back in me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I was about to cum all over her, but I wanted this to last a little longer. Her lady parts swallowed my little winkle, which felt like a lucid dream. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. I pumped harder and faster with my staunch birthing hips. I imagined being hung like a bull and overjoyed with her screams of pleasure. I came in with less than a minute to spare. I pulled out of her and fell on my back, completely out of breath. This was precisely what I imagined, minus having a tiny penis with the countless teasing.

“That was it? That was quick. Are you also a little premature ejaculator?”

“No. I’ve never had sex with someone. And what did you expect after all the demeaning teasing, different sex positions, and making me feast on your succulent center? My dick was practically falling off. You are incredible.”

“I am, aren’t I? Ditto, my sexy half-incher man-boy. That’s super sweet, Andre. While I did enjoy this, it made me miss my husband and what he left behind. He wasn’t just a kind person but had like at least five inches on you.

“I am sorry I don’t measure up to him and fulfill your expectations.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are a pitiful, useless, dickless man-child.”

“Is that a bad thing since I did bring you pleasure?”

“It’s not a bad thing at all. I am just pointing out the obvious differences between you and my deceased husband. You should be happy with your smooth, fit body. Your penis size doesn’t define you or your abilities because you would be no one if it did. I hope you were super quick because you were horny beyond belief. If not, we will need to pay the doctor a little, just like your mother did. They would need to know about your little condition.”

“I promise you. If not, you can take me to the doctor. They need to inspect my little bits.”

“Good. I want to thank you because you are the sweetest dearest who’s helped me so much,” she said. She kissed me on the lips. “I don’t know where I would be without you.”

“Same goes for you as well. I’ve never really had a mother growing up. She was always drunk and abusive. She also made an effort to humiliate me all the time. It hurt.”

“I am so sorry, sweetie. What did she do to humiliate you?”

“If I ever had a friend or girl over, she would mention my little penis to them or how I would wet the bed. One time, she pulled down my gym shorts with my underwear and spanked my ass in front of the high school.”

“Oh wow. What did the other students do?”

“They mostly laughed and called me, ‘shrimpy.’”

“Haha,” she laughed. She saw my face lost in my memories. “That’s so mean.”

“But it was true.”

“So what? No one deserves that. Maybe I can be that mother figure for you. Would you like that?”

“That sounds wonderful, mommy.”

“You always acted so macho and emotionless. I don’t get how you can be macho with your tinky winky. Still, I am guessing you were compensating for your lack of masculinity.”

“I am still masculine.”

“Calm down. I am only kidding around. You are such a baby. Do I need to pick up diapers or something?

“No, I will be better. I promise.”

“Great. Cause if you aren’t, you will be running around with nothing but diapers, like the little boy you are.”

“I will be a good boy.”

Good. Also, thank you for sharing. I am attracted to you being vulnerable with me. Nothing is more attractive than a masculine man opening up about himself and his insignificant shortcomings. I mean, having a little dick could ruin your reputation. How would anyone respect you again if they saw how tiny your little penis was, haha. Also, would you please stay for the party? I would love to have you there.”

“Thank you for the invitation. I would love to meet and entertain your friends.”

“Oh. You will most certainly be entertaining them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you are good company, and I can’t wait for them to meet you.”

She saw my small dee-dee all tired and withered and gave it a small sip. She laughed at how minuscule it was in her mouth. It was the size of a little testicle nestled between my legs, not even going past my balls.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Mary wanted me at her little party for a reason.

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 luck. 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. 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. I took a step back. I felt like these women’s eyes were undressing me. “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 the words, “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. 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 most 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.

These women had a clear view of my incredibly small penis. I felt the shame run down my spine. 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 felt more when I hooked up with that girl ages ago.”

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 from me. My mom clearly couldn’t deal with his death and took it out on me. I was also regularly sexually abused by her. 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. Just, 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 colossal 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 dark, 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 just defending myself because you all ridiculed my body.”

“That is just incorrect, honey, your body is stunning, but that little thingy 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 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. You will do as 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, 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 in 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.

“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 undersized sprout drew me over the edge.

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, you mama’s boy.”

I scurried to the bathroom. Mary slapped my toasted ass, still sizzling from the spanking, and I could hear their snickers 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. We engaged in passionate, beautified lovemaking under the night sky. She sucked on my little penis, covering the whole thing with her red-hot mouth. She knew exactly what to do.

“After sucking a massive dick my whole life, this is so easy. The whole thing is in my mouth, but it feels like I’m sucking a little two-year-old. Hopefully, I won’t get arrested.

She kept teasing me, followed by sweet sucking until I exploded in her mouth.

“Wow, you are just 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 just 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 to me, “I am so happy you found the courage within yourself to do this. You inspire me every day, Andre, even with your small penis.”

I just slightly smiled and hugged her.


The End.


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  • Justus

    “It is remarkable, something I’m sure scientists would love to study. This atypical penile stunted development would need a group to closely examine with a fine tip. It never really blossomed into a fulfilling flower. It just remained a closed-up bud.”

    …. damn, those are some of the HOTTEST and most degrading SPH-lines I’ve ever read! 🥵🍆💦 💦

    • Babydicklover

      Hey! I am the author! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy my other stories.

  • Im guessing there is a certain amount of realism in your story and it was very hot. I can relate to him as i am a muscular 6ft 225 lbs white guy whose penis is 1.5 inches soft. It looks even smaller because I am a big man. Finding women who appreciate the diminutive side of life is very refreshing. I would love to chat with you about your experiences and i have quite a few stories to share as well.


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