The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

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Part 2…

I breathed a sigh of relief that the men’s room was empty. That was good, but I had to act fast. I had formulated a plan on the walk over: the first step was to move the trash can partially in front of the door, so that even if it didn’t block entry, it might delay whoever was trying to come in a little, or at least give me an extra second of warning.

Not wasting any time, I ducked into one of the stalls, dropped my pants, and stepped out of them, quickly taking my boxers off as well. I put them aside on top of the tank at the rear of the toilet. I would have to remember to take them back with me so I could dispose of them discreetly later.

I examined the panties for the first time, having tried to make them disappear when they first came out of the envelope and not really taking the time to observe them since then. They were what I think were referred to as “hipster” style, meaning they had a decent amount of material in the back to cover the cheeks (or at least most of them), but there was minimal coverage on the sides, so almost all of the leg was bare. Luckily, they were also worn relatively low (on the hip, rather than the waist), so there was hopefully less chance they would poke out of my pants if I bent the wrong way or my shirt became untucked. I gulped and took one last look before putting them on.

Surprisingly, they fit decently well. The material was stretchy, but it only really needed to stretch around the small boner I was still sporting. It fit around my legs and hips fairly well; the seams pressed into me a little (which was generally hidden by the ridiculous frills that adorned the leg holes and waistband), but given how skimpy they looked in my hand, I wasn’t displeased with how they felt. I wondered if these were special panties designed for men, or if Victoria was really just that good at sizing me up.

It struck me, suddenly, that I was now a panty boy. A boy who wears panties. It was under duress, but I was doing it and wearing them. It was, at least for now, part of my identity.

I couldn’t spend too much time considering this fact and how I felt about it. I had a ticking clock and a picture to take. I slowly left the stall and checked that the restroom door was still closed and the trash can was in place. Confirming it was, I then approached the side of the room with the mirror and the sinks and took out my phone, trying to figure out the best distance and angle to take this humiliating selfie. I took my shirt off and tossed it on the counter between two sinks, then I snapped a few photos, making sure I captured as much as I could; I was only doing this once, and if Victoria were dissatisfied that I didn’t get the entirety of the panties or that my face was missing so I couldn’t prove it was really me, I would be out of luck. I took some facing forward, then a couple more in profile, and one with my rear facing the mirror and my head turned over my shoulder, like a model. After a few from each position, I figured that would have to be enough.

Throughout the entire brief photo session, my raging 4.2-inch hardon didn’t abate even a little. If anything, the fine material of the panties was keeping it as rock hard as I’d ever been.

I decided I was done, and by the clock on my phone, I had about 8 minutes before noon, which gave me just enough time to get dressed, power-walk back to my cubicle, and send the photos, assuming no one stopped me for anything. I quickly tossed my shirt back on, then scampered back to the stall to pull my pants up. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror and was relieved to see no visible panty lines in my dress slacks.

I moved the trash can out of the way so I could open the door, and only then remembered that I’d left the boxers in the stall, as well as the file folder I had used to cover my erection as I walked over. I was about to sprint back for them, but just then the door to the men’s room flew open, and I had to jump out of the way to avoid getting hit.

“Sorry there, Sam,” said Dan, my supervisor, as he strode into the restroom. Dan was tall, about 6’1”, and had a mop of shaggy red hair, like a mop that had just cleaned up some orange Gatorade. He was a few years older than me, but still only 28. Apparently, the girls on the floor all thought he was a dreamboat. Still, none had actually gotten anywhere with him, despite some shameful flirting (Victoria among the most scandalous, from what I’d seen). I usually thought of Dan as a pretty chill guy, so he wasn’t the worst person to run into, but I was still scared: my erection was throbbing and probably somewhat visible if he looked down there, and my boxers were sitting in the stall I had just vacated.

I tried to play it cool. “No worries, Dan,” I said, giving him a reassuring pat on the arm, and tried to slip out. Going back for the boxers was just too dangerous; if I turned around and ducked into the stall, it would be very suspicious. In contrast, if I walked out, he wouldn’t necessarily know it was my underwear; it could have been someone else’s. There were probably innocuous explanations, like someone went to the gym before lunch and left them there after changing back into their work clothes. Or so I told myself.

I was past Dan and halfway out the door and back into the hallway when I heard him say, “forgetting something?”

I froze, the proverbial deer in the proverbial headlights, only this deer was wearing frilly lace panties under his khakis.

“What do you mean?” I stammered, as calmly as I could, which was not at all.

“I didn’t hear the faucet, and your hands are drier than that godawful air dryer usually gets mine, I can tell you that,” Dan said, somewhat cheerfully but also somewhat in his supervisor tone. “Trying to sneak out without washing up, Sam?”

A million lies came to mind, but I could feel the clock ticking on sending the photos to Victoria by noon, so I just decided to play it off and get back to my desk as soon as possible.

“Oh, you know, I was so deep in thought about the billing reports, I must have forgotten, so unlike me,” I replied, jumping back to the sink, doing a quick 20 seconds with the soap and water, all the while with Dan watching me with a somewhat suppressed smirk. “All set, now, have a good day!” I tried to nonchalantly wave to Dan after drying my hands. At least the terror of the encounter had shot my boner back to nothing.

Dan just smiled and nodded, watching me, and I had to duck out before I could see whether he went to a urinal or a stall, and whether he noticed my boxers sitting there.

* * *

I got the photos over to Victoria by text at 11:59, by the skin of my chattering teeth. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the “message sent” confirmation pop up, even if I had just given my tormentor even more material to use against me.

My relief was so great that I put both Victoria and Dan out of my mind for the better part of an hour, trying to get some work done, knowing that Victoria was bound to heap extra reports on me and I didn’t want to stay too late. I was in such a fog that I didn’t even hear the footsteps when she entered my cubicle and only realized she was there when she sat down on my desk. Her skirt was pulled up well above her knees, the way she was sitting, giving me a good look at her incredible legs, and if it hiked up any further, I might dream of getting visions of her panties.

“I loved your pictures, Sammy!” Victoria cooed, just loud enough to put me on edge but probably not loud enough for anyone just wandering by to hear. “The one where you’re looking over your shoulder, just too cute. Do I know how to pick them, or what?”

“Um, thanks, Victoria,” was all I could muster.

“It’s almost lunch, do you have plans? I thought you could buy me a salad from that place down the block. But only if you’re going there anyway.” She smiled at me, that warm-but-chilling smile where the tip of her tongue slipped out from between her teeth, serpent-like.

“Well, I was going to do these reports until 1:30 or so,” I started to say, but then I saw her brow knit, as if she were getting angry, even as the rest of her smile didn’t change. “But I can duck out and get you a salad now, if that’s what you want,” I finished, trying not to upset her.

Her face relaxed again, and she patted me on the head, like an approving owner of a puppy that finally got a new trick right after a few failed tries. “Great!” she said, “and before you go, we should probably do your feeding.”

“Feeding?” I asked, unsure what she meant, since I hadn’t gotten lunch yet.

Rather than answer me, she instead reached into her purse and pulled out a large, gallon-sized Ziplock bag. It was filled nearly two-thirds with pills. And not just any pills. I’d recognize them anywhere.

They were Hunkify pills. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.

“I spent the morning hitting up every drug store, pharmacy, convenience store, any place that sold these. I asked if they had any of those recalled bottles, the shrinking kind. I told them I was doing a science experiment, and for the most part, they wouldn’t give any, but I found a few lucky stockboys who were willing to give me whatever cases they hadn’t disposed of yet in exchange for a quick flash.” She shimmied her upper body a bit, in case I didn’t get what she was providing in this unsavory tit-for-tat. Her well-endowed chest didn’t move very much beneath her silky blouse, held tight by what I imagined must be a slinky bra, but it was still enough to start me getting hard again. “If we figure three or four pills a feeding, two feedings a day, we can keep this experiment going for a while, even after the pills from your bottle are done.”

All I could do was gape.

She reached in and pulled out a few pills. “There we go, Sammy, down the hatch.”

I closed my mouth and gulped. “Do you think this is really necessary, Victoria? I know I had some last night, but given how long I’ve been taking the bad pills, couldn’t we-”

She didn’t cut me off verbally, but she reached into the bag and fished out another pill, so I stopped mid-sentence. “One more of these each time you try to argue, Sammy, that will have to be our rule. Otherwise, we’ll just be wasting our time every day.”

Defeated, I downed the pills with a cup of water I had on my desk. Victoria squealed with glee, then stood up – her skirt falling back to just below her knees, to my disappointment – and put the bag of pills back in her purse, then pulled out some folders that she dropped on my lap.

“Here are the reports I was telling you about. Feel free to drop them right in Dan’s inbox when you’re done, and come find me with the salad when you’re back!” She smiled at me as she walked away.

* * *

When I got back with lunch (a salad for her, a sandwich for me), I found Victoria at a table in the break room, sitting with Amy. I gulped and then approached them.

“See, what did I tell you, he’s such a sweetheart!” Victoria beamed at Amy as she took the salad from me. “I told him last night this was my favorite lunch in town, and he offered to pick one up for me today!”

“Yeah, such a gentleman,” Amy ribbed. If she was disappointed I didn’t get her anything, she didn’t show it. “I guess you two really bonded last night?”

“Of course, he’s such a great listener, I feel like I can tell him anything – just like I feel with you, Ames,” Victoria replied. I suppressed a shudder at that reply, knowing there was plenty I didn’t want Victoria to tell her. I decided just to smile and hope they didn’t ask me to join them. I often ate with Amy and loved it, but right now the last thing I wanted was to be around Victoria any longer than I had to. “And even better, he’s taking me shopping after work today!”

“Is that right?” Amy asked, more intrigued than ever at this turn of events.

“You want to come too?” Victoria asked, and I felt a chill in my spine. Her note said she was going to take me shopping for more panties, and while the idea of walking around the lingerie aisle with Amy was a secret fantasy of mine, this was not how I was hoping it would go.

I’m not sure if Amy read the look on my face, but she had a hard-to-read tone when she replied to Victoria. “Oh, you know how I hate shopping, and besides, I just want to get home and relax, I’m still beat from last night. You two have fun, though.”

“Oh, we will,” Victoria promised.

* * *

“Let’s take your car,” Victoria suggested as we left the office and headed for the mall. It was a short drive, and she led me right to a department store once we pulled into the lot.

Wasting no time, was made a beeline for the panty display, walking between mannequins sporting sexy matching sets; I had to resign myself to the small comfort that at least she wasn’t making me wear a bra. The fact that we were in the women’s section meant that the blue panties I had on probably came from there, not some specialty sissy shop or anything. I guess that made me a little more ashamed, that my body was so feminine I could just wear women’s underpants like that.

“I’ll pick out a bunch for you, but if you see anything that you think you’d enjoy wearing, feel free to grab it!” Victoria practically shouted at me. I winced, hoping no one I knew was in earshot. If someone were just watching us, maybe they’d assume we were a couple shopping for her, but if she kept talking about me wearing them, I was cooked.

Victoria picked out a couple of dozen pairs, all different from one another, but all very feminine and very sexy. Some were black, and some were red, some were bikini style that showed more of the butt, and some were almost thongs with how much they showed, some were sheer and practically see-through. Some had frills, ruffles, ribbons, or other adornments; one was pink and said “PRINCESS” on the rear. Each was made of clingy, soft materials, and feeling them, even just with my hand, I was starting to get hard again. What was wrong with me?

“Ready to try them on?” Victoria asked when she was satisfied.

The idea of putting these on, even in a changing booth, scared the crap out of me. “You can’t try on underwear, can you?” I asked, hoping she would see reason.

Her brow furrowed, and I realized that she was going to punish me again for pushing back on one of her requests. “Let’s find out, shall we?” she responded, coolly. I regretted it instantly, but she was already off looking for a sales rep. She found one a couple of aisles down, restocking socks. I hurried after her, trying to keep up.

“Hi there, do you work here? I have a question,” Victoria asked the sales rep. She was a young girl, probably Victoria’s age or a bit younger, maybe still in college, medium in height, and relatively thin, so her small breasts stuck out prominently from her petite frame. Her hair was strawberry-blonde, cut short and a bit untamed, and she had freckles and thick-rimmed glasses. My initial impression was that she had a kind of nerdy look about her, but maybe that was just me judging her for wearing glasses and not seeming to care much about her hairstyle. She wore jeans and a polo shirt with the department store’s logo on it, and her name tag said “JENNY” on it.”

“Sure, what can I help you with?” Jenny asked, perky and full of smiles.

“My friend here,” she gestured to me, standing there with a shopping basket literally overflowing with women’s panties, “wanted to try on some clothes before he bought them, but he was worried they’re a little too intimate for that.” Victoria turned to me and smiled.

Jenny turned to look at me, and she grinned when she saw what I was holding. “Well,” she said to Victoria, clearly trying to hold back her laughter, “your friend is right, we generally don’t allow try-ons for.”

“Oh, I know you have a policy, but I also know you guys work on commission, and I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind being the one to ring up my friend’s order, would you? That’s a lot of clothes, and they aren’t cheap. Maybe we can even get your opinion on some, since you’ll be getting a nice bonus from the sale.”

Jenny, still grinning like a hyena, thought for a second and shrugged. “Ok, here’s what we’ll do. Grab a couple extra items and toss them on top, so no one can see what you’ve got there. Let’s go over to the changing rooms, and I’ll unlock one for you.”

My face was burning red, and I didn’t need to look in a mirror to confirm it. “Sounds great!” Victoria beamed. She dragged me over to the changing rooms, about five in all, not even separated by gender. On the way, she grabbed a skirt and a blouse and tossed them over the top of the pile to hide the panties.

Jenny pulled out a key ring and approached one of the changing rooms, but Victoria stopped her. “It looks like one’s already open,” she said, pointing to the second booth.

“I forgot that stall 2 has a broken lock,” Jenny told us, and Victoria grabbed my wrist and led me straight there. Jenny chuckled and followed, closing the door behind her as best she could, but I noted it didn’t latch, and anyone could open it if they tried.

The changing booth was big enough for the three of us to fit in, but just barely. It had hooks and mirrors on the walls, and a bench on the far side of the door. I placed the bundle of panties on the bench.

“Let’s start by showing Jenny here what you’re currently working with. Don’t worry, I can hold your shirt and pants, and you might as well take your shoes and socks off too.” Victoria’s tone was firm but not aggressive, and Jenny looked on with a smirk as I hesitated just a second before deciding that risking Victoria’s wrath wasn’t worth it, even if it meant revealing more to Jenny than I hoped anyone would ever see. I sighed and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and before I could hang it on one of the hooks on the wall, Victoria grabbed it from my hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold on the it,” she reassured me.

I continued by kicking off my shoes, removing my socks, and unshackling my belt, until the moment of truth. I gathered all my strength, looked away from both their gazes, and dropped my pants to the ground.

“Oh my God!” Jenny blurted out as soon as the panties came into view. “Oh. My. God!” She was practically jumping up and down in her excitement. “He’s so cute!”

“That’s what I said, too,” Victoria replied. She had already scooped up the rest of my clothes and placed them behind her. “But that’s also why we needed to get a full set, little Sammy has had problems with his confidence,” she dropped her gaze to my crotch. I blushed even more as Jenny giggled as she understood the meaning, “and so we’re doing an embarrassment immersion study to help him build his confidence, and I volunteered to help him fill out his wardrobe with some suitable clothes.”

“Well, aren’t you just a great friend?” Jenny said, sporting a 100-watt smile, directly at my crotch. My erection was at half-mast, and made for a pitiful sight, a couple of inches of me just barely sticking through the crotch of the hipsters, clearly hard but also clearly very, very small. I almost wished it would get harder, so it could grow those last couple of inches, and Jenny wouldn’t think any less of me, even if I didn’t even know her.

“Ok, now that she has a baseline, which would you like to show off next?” Victoria asked, gesturing to the stack of panties. She had removed the layer of clothes she had used for cover, and now the cornucopia of women’s undies stared right at me.

I didn’t want it to seem like I had any preference, but I also didn’t want to pick anything too girly, so I grabbed a simple black set, only discovering to my horror that there wasn’t all that much material there. I set that cheeky set aside and slid my thumbs into the waistline of the blue panties I had on. I steeled myself and dropped the hipster pair to the ground, revealing my now-full-on 4.2-inch hardon (at least I hoped it was still that big, after all the pills Victoria had fed me since last night). Victoria smiled her evil smile, and Jenny cracked up again, almost snorting with laughter. I tried to cover up, just on instinct, but Victoria swatted my hands away from my embarrassing groin and gave me a disapproving look.

“I don’t know if it’s cuter with or without the panties!” Jenny said, transfixed on my small manhood. “I’ve dated guys who were average, but nothing like this.”

Victoria saw how focused Jenny was on my shortcomings, so she encouraged her to explore. “Go on, take a closer look, it won’t bite – at best it can nip at you, like a little puppy!”

Jenny needed no further coaxing. She stepped closer and knelt, bringing her face roughly level with my little cock. As she got neared it, I could feel the heat of her breath on the head of my penis, and I can say nothing has ever gotten me as excited, even Victoria’s handjob from the previous night. I moaned, unable to contain myself.

“Oooh, he likes it,” Jenny said, and breathed, intentionally now, on me again. I moaned again, even louder, hoping no one was outside the stall and could hear me. “He really likes it.”

“The little ones like Sammy here don’t take much, you see,” Victoria explained sagely. “If you want stamina, you really need to find someone big.”

“Hmm, I do like a big one, but they always seem to be attached to jerks,” Jenny complained. “I can think this one would be more, well, appreciative.”

With that, Jenny leaned back slightly, so her breath was no longer hitting me, which gave me a second’s respite. Still, then she reached out a single finger and tapped it against the underside of my cock, where the balls met the stem, and slowly – so, so slowly – ran her finger from the base, up the shaft, until she made her way to the underside of the tip, dragging it over every bit of the remaining length I had left.

I was going absolutely crazy; it took all my resolve to avoid hopping from one foot to the other. This was the most sexually charged moment of my life. As it was, I shivered uncontrollably in pleasure.

Jenny withdrew her finger, much to my disappointment, but then she leaned forward again, her mouth open, slowly approaching my dick. I had never had a blowjob, and as I felt her mouth approaching, I could feel the heat on me once again, and I realized this could be it. She kept getting closer and closer, the heat from her mouth rising and the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge in anticipation.

Then she stopped, seemingly just micrometers from me, and kissed the air in the space in between us.

“Oh well, if only you had another half inch or so,” Jenny said, then fell back, laughing. I groaned, almost inconsolable.

Jenny stood up and walked back over to Victoria, who was beaming like a proud momma bear. “You’re a fun one, Ms. Jenny. We might have to coordinate on little Sammy’s regimen going forward.”

“Oh yes, yes we might,” said Jenny. “Little Sammy and I can definitely have some fun.” She made the universal “small penis” symbol, her thumb and pointer finger just an inch apart, then pantomimed licking the space in between. I shivered again. Did Jenny like my small size, or just like tormenting me about it?

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Victoria said, “but I do want to get out of here before the sun is fully down.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but I didn’t have time to think, since she continued, “and I want to get the rest of the fashion show started. Let’s get that next pair on, Sammy!”

Wanting to get this part over with as soon as possible, I reached for the black cheeky panties, but Victoria told me to stop.

“Hold on,” she said, getting out her phone, “I want to memorialize this.” She aimed the phone at me, and I wasn’t sure if she was on video or photo mode, but I stopped where I was, one set of panties around my ankles, another set hanging from my fingers. “Turn around, slowly.” I complied, giving both young ladies a look at my rear, before completing the turn and winding up facing front again. Jenny looked like she was having the time of her life; she was grinning so widely.

“Ok, put that pair on, it must be your favorite, right?” I just nodded and slipped on the new pair, thankful to have something covering my small wiener. Again, they didn’t fit poorly at all, with the waistband and leg holes as good fits, and other than the slight protrusion of my cock, they seemed to be perfect for my body. I could tell that most of my ass was hanging out the back, and I could feel the breeze from the air conditioning on it. I knew I must have looked ridiculous, and Victoria got it all on her phone as she had me turn around again, capturing my mostly uncovered posterior for posterity.

“Ooh, they really make his ass pop, I’m jealous,” Jenny said, taking a step towards me and smacking the exposed skin of my rear cheek with her right hand. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make me hop a little. “Even if I wore something that sexy, I wouldn’t have as totally sexy bubble butt. They’d look good on you, too, Victoria, but damn, he really pulls them off.”

After the black cheekys was a pair of pink bikini bottom style, then a red g-string that left me feeling basically naked other than the thin triangle of material that kept my penis hard as a diamond and the floss-like rear that clung up my buttcrack, and then some purple briefs with transparent meshy materials on the hips that had so much frill and ribbons that I was embarrassed just looking at it, let alone wearing it. With each pair, the ritual was the same: Jenny would laugh and comment on how sexy I looked; Victoria would have me turn around; and she would have video evidence of the whole thing.

Finally, we had gone through the whole set, and Victoria had me put the original blue set back on so we could check out with the rest.

“I’ll meet you at the register,” said Jenny, who looked like she was flushed with the afterglow of a rollercoaster ride, as she ducked out of the changing booth. She left the door mostly closed, but open an inch or two, and I tried to back away to the far side of the booth as much as possible to avoid any views from passersby.

Victoria saw me step away from the door and grinned. “Here, I’ll grab you some new clothes, too. Is your credit card in your wallet? I’ll put everything on it, and you can wear some more athletic stuff for where we’re going next.” I didn’t know what that meant, but as Amy had warned me, Victoria always had an angle, and on top of that, I wasn’t loving how this purchase would show up on my credit card statement. Still, there wasn’t anything I could do, standing there in my panties and nothing else, tiny boner sticking up pitifully. She grabbed the new panties and my clothes and ducked out, likewise leaving the door open a crack. I darted over and closed the door as best I could, but it was always in danger of sliding open again since the latch was broken.

Victoria disappeared for a while, and I mean a while. Definitely more than it took to check out with the panties.

I shivered in the air-conditioned changing room. I had to stand near the door so my feet were visible beneath it (it didn’t come down all the way to the floor, so people could see if it was occupied), so no one would try to open it by mistake, thanks to that damn broken lock. I huddled with my arms tucked tight around my body, both for warmth and for some amount of cover beyond just the panties.

Suddenly, I had an idea. A wicked one, but one I couldn’t shake. Here I was, killing an unknown amount of time, with this damned boner that wouldn’t go away after tormenting me all day. What if I jerked off and got rid of it that way?

If someone caught me, I would be in big trouble. Even if Victoria came back, she probably would make use of it somehow, adding to my blackmail. But I didn’t have anything else to do, and besides, I wanted this damned uncomfortable erection to subside.

I started jerking it through the panties, since the material felt good, and that way I wouldn’t have to pull them back up if anyone tried to get in. I was slow, so as not to create any kind of noise or commotion, but again, the material has this incredible effect, and I was starting to feel an orgasm, finally, at long last, make its way through my system. I saw the tiniest drop of pre-cum start making its mark on the crotch of the blue panties. I just started to think that I should probably drop the panties before I dropped my load in them, since it would be evident to Victoria what I had done if she saw the residue of the, and before I could make a decision, the door flew open.

“Here you are!” Victoria said cheerily, taking a step into the stall and letting the door remain mostly open. She giggled as I backed away, probably making a mental note of the spot the precum had formed, then tossed me some clothes. “Here, throw these on; they were the cheapest athletic wear I could find in your size.”

I caught the bundle she threw my way: a standard white T-shirt, probably a size too small, and a pair of athletic warm-up pants, the kind you can wear over your gym shorts in the cold and then just rip off. There was a pair of cheap crosstrainer shoes and, to my chagrin, a pair of pink women’s athletic socks. I pulled everything on as quick as I could, relieved to be clothed again. The socks stuck up above the shoes’ ankles, but the warm-up pants covered them.

“Here, carry these for me, won’t you, sweetie?” I hadn’t noticed, but she had a few bags with her, one from this store, but a couple from other places, which must have been what took her so long. I didn’t recognize most of them, but one I did know was from an erotica store from elsewhere in the mall. I was both nervous and titillated by the thought of what she might have there.

I grabbed the bags and, to my relief, she guided me to the car, though she insisted on driving this time after I loaded the car with the various purchases. Some she instructed me to put in the trunk, others she kept in the seat behind us for easier access.

“I want to commend you on how brave you were during your little fashion show,” Victoria said as we pulled out of the parking lot. “You didn’t complain once, and young Jenny very much enjoyed it.”

“She certainly seemed to,” I agreed.

“I got her number, in case you ever want to give her a call. I think she’d love to see you again.”

I blushed. Jenny was cute, and she turned me on as nothing had before, but what if all she got off on was teasing me, like Victoria? Even Victoria had made me cum once, while Jenny had delighted in just getting me to the edge. If that was the case, I couldn’t imagine she’d want to see me again in any context that would be satisfying for me. But maybe, if she actually enjoyed this kind of stuff and it was in my future anyway, perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing? She was no Amy, but it was hard to imagine how I was ever going to advance things with Amy at this pace. The best I could do was keep Victoria from exposing me to her, hopefully get to the point where I wasn’t forced to take the harmful pills anymore, and once I was back to my regular size-

“Are you ready for the first experiment for my study?”

Victoria’s words cut through my revery. I looked up at her and noticed we were stopped. We were by the big local park, an ample rectangular area of somewhat dense woods and paths that took up a couple of city blocks in each direction.

“Shopping for panties and letting Jenny see me try them on wasn’t part of the study for the day?” I asked.

“Nope, the panties were just supplies, and meeting Jenny was a happy accident since you were so shy about wanting to try them on,” she explained, emphasizing that my intransigence had made things worse for me. “This is the first real experiment, once you’re ready.”

“Um, sure, I guess.” I didn’t know what that meant, but it couldn’t be good. The best thing was probably to get it over with.

“So this one is pretty simple. I’ll drop you off here and meet you at the far end of the park. There’s not a great place to park there, so you’ll just have to look out for me as I pull past. I’ll try to drive slowly, but if you don’t meet me there in, say, ten minutes, I’ll have to circle again. Easy, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a little more confident. That explained the athletic wear; she was testing me physically. She’d have to deal with traffic and red lights, and I could jog fairly comfortably in the sneakers and athletic clothes I was wearing. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.

“Cool, I knew you’d like this one. Just one more thing first,” Victoria said – then suddenly she reached over and grabbed the warm-up pants I was wearing and yanked, hard. The snaps all came undone with a loud “pop,” and my pants were now in two pieces, which she continued to pull until they were all in her hands, leaving my lace blue hipster panties exposed, since the white shirt was too small to cover them even a little. She balled up the remains of the pants and tossed them behind her.

“Victoria!” I screamed, instinctively trying to cover my crotch. “We’re in public, anyone can look through the window and see me!” Then the implication dawned on me. “And I can’t run through the park like this!” Now even the tops of the pink socks were visible without the pants to hide them.

“I know, isn’t it great? I just told you, this will be for my research project, silly, to help me with my grad school applications.” She was smiling that dangerous smile of hers, the one where the tongue stuck out a little bit through the teeth, like a snake. “You’ll do this experiment, and then I’ll interview you about it afterward to see what psychological reaction you had to the situation.”

“But everyone will see me! A lot of our coworkers live around here and go to the park.”

“Don’t worry, if you want, I can give you something to cover your face. But it’ll cost you.”

“Cost me?” I asked, unable to hide my worry.

“Just your shirt.”

“My shirt?”

“Yeah, if you trade me your shirt, I’ll give you this.” She pulled out a brown shopping bag with little eye holes cut out. “No one will know it’s you.”

I gulped. I hated to be even more undressed, and wearing only panties and no shirt would be as humiliating as it gets, but I couldn’t go outside in the panties and have my face bare to the world. It wouldn’t do.

Victoria looked at me expectantly, and, wordlessly, I took off my shirt and handed it to her. She tossed it over her shoulder into the back seat and gave me the bag. I put it on my head and adjusted it so I could see out the holes. It wasn’t a great fit, and I had to constantly adjust it to keep my eyes aligned with the slits she had cut, which made it harder to run efficiently or even cover up if I had to keep adjusting.

“Don’t you just look precious!” Victoria cooed. “Ok, now remember, the other side of the park in ten minutes or so, or if I have to do another lap, it’ll be closer to thirty, since I’ll have to do a full 360, making my way back to this end and then to the other, ten minutes each segment.”

I started to cry. This was beyond humiliating. If it weren’t for her threat to send the blackmail pictures and videos to Amy, I would have stopped this then and there, but she knew she had me. I was trapped.

“Please,” I begged, knowing the bag was hiding my tears, but the way my voice broke betrayed my tears. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Out to you!” she yelled, and she reached over and pulled on the handle to my door, giving me a kick that knocked me halfway out of the car. I tumbled out, and before I could even get to my feet, I saw her speeding off.

I was basically a traumatized wreck at this point, but I knew I didn’t have any time to dwell on it. I started sprinting down the path towards the far side of the park – north, I think – and prayed that no one would see me. At the very least, I could take comfort in knowing it was getting dark and maybe no one would see me.

I was doing okay for the first couple of minutes before I heard some laughter. The thing with the bag was that I had no peripheral vision. If someone was approaching from the side, I could only see them if I turned my head that way. I did so now to track the laughter, and I saw a group of girls, roughly my age, pointing and laughing. One had her phone out. I cursed quietly, my throat too caught with tears to make any real words come out. I started sprinting even faster, hoping I could leave them in the dust.

I had to weigh staying on the path and faster travel time against the increased chance of running into more people. I decided the path was the lesser evil. If I missed her and had to wait another 30 minutes, it would be a complete disaster, and the number of people who could find me during that time was just too much to think about. I tried to stay in the shadows and take the less-traveled paths, but inevitably, I would run into other groups.

A man walking his dog almost doubled over in laughter as I sprinted by, and a couple that looked like they were on a date stopped to take pictures as I tried to push past them as quickly as I could. With every encounter, the tears began to flow just a little more. As I kept running, I began to run out of breath, and lactic acid was building in my legs. I was in decent shape, but going absolutely top speed was tiring for anyone.

I thought the worst was going to be the gaggle of elderly ladies playing Scrabble at one of the tables in a picnic area, three of whom looked like they were going to have a heart attack as I passed, and the last one looked like she was going to have an orgasm. I was getting close to the end of the park, and while I wasn’t sure of the timing, I was feeling almost relief that this was going to be behind me.

Then I saw one last group of people, and as I took in their faces, my heart dropped.

I recognized every last face from work. There were four people, three guys and one girl, all of them worked on my floor. Not Amy, thankfully, but I saw Alice, who worked with her, and Benny from accounting, there was Joe from client relations, and Dan, my supervisor, the same one who I had run into while trying to sneak out of the bathroom earlier. What were the odds?

“Oh my God, look at that!” screamed Alice, the first one to notice me. Joe and Benny looked up and started laughing their faces off, and Dan, the last to look, didn’t laugh. He just smiled.

“Must be a fraternity hazing thing,” Benny quipped. “Look at his sissy socks, too!”

“Maybe not the kind of fraternity I’d want to join,” Joe remarked.

“I dunno, I know some people who get their jollies that way,” Benny replied.

“Do you think they cut off your dick as part of the hazing?” joked Alice. “I can’t even see anything!” Benny and Joe cracked up at that one, but Dan remained placid and contemplative rather than amused.

I had to remind myself that my face was covered, and unless they recognized me by my slight build alone, there was nothing to suggest to them I was Sam from the office. Still, my fight or flight reflex jumped into the highest of gears, and I veered off the path into the woods, hoping they wouldn’t follow.

I couldn’t look back, in part because it would cost me time and in part because of the bag on my head. The bag also made it harder to get full gulps of air. I was totally sucking wind at this point, my face was a mess of tears and moisture from my breath caught on the inside of the bag, my face was flushed, I couldn’t have run another step when I finally found the end of the park and saw my car parked on the street, Victoria in the driver’s seat.

Taking the last of my endurance, I hopped over to the passenger side door and lifted the handle. The door didn’t budge; it was locked.

I raised my gaze from the door to the window to see Victoria, laughing her ass off and, of course, filming me with the camera phone. I was lucky that no one else was around right now, but I didn’t know how long that would last.

“Open the door!” I screamed, hoping she’d hear me through the glass, and also hoping she would care.

She acted like she was having trouble hearing me, cupping a hand to her ear, and then rolled the window down a smidge.

“Oh, hi, Sammy,” she said cheerfully through the door. “You made good time! Tell you what, just toss the bag into the car first, and I’ll unlock the door.”

I froze for a second. If that were all she wanted, it would be fine, but there was a chance she would just peel out of the spot once she had the bag and leave me, unprotected, pantied, and without my keys or wallet. It was a risk, but given how she seemed to ratchet up the pain when I resisted, I figured there was no real option but to comply. Begrudgingly, I took the bag off my head and slid it through the gap in the window.

She smiled, took the obligatory photo of me in the latest predicament of her own design, and then unlocked the door. I hopped in, gasping for breath.

“Very nice, Sammy!” she said, patting me on the back. “Here you go, I brought you some clothes for now.” I took what she was offering, which was a plain white tank top and bright pink Dolfin shorts, the kind with a slit up the sides. It was the kind of outfit that a girl would wear around the house, and the shorts were certainly a little snug in the rear, but I was happy just to have anything on. She put on her blinker, pulled out of the spot, and started driving away. From the look of the route, it was headed toward my apartment.

“Thanks,” I said, still readjusting from the ordeal. She handed me a bottle of water, which I drank in a flash, rehydrating after the sweat – and tears – of the run. “Thanks again.”

“Of course, Sammy, I want you to know that I’m looking out for you. You understand that, right?”

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound convincing.

“Let’s get you home, and we can move on to the next part of the research project.”

We thankfully avoided seeing anyone as we parked at my building and made my way into my unit. She had me carry the bags up from the car, and once there, she set them aside. Then she had me strip; I was honestly just glad to be out of those damn blue panties at this point.

She filled a tall glass from my kitchen with water and placed it in front of me, no doubt realizing how quickly I had drunk the bottle in the car. “Ok, so first of all, let me hear all about your run.”

I started telling her about how scared I felt being outside, in the frilly lace blue hipster panties, and how I ran even faster after the first person saw me. I had finished the glass of water by then, and she refilled it; I drank it all too, though slightly more slowly. I was starting to calm down and regain my focus.

I told her about the group of old ladies, and she laughed. But when I mentioned the people from work, she grew quiet and thoughtful.

“Do you think they recognized you?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly, “thought you never know. Dan, especially, seemed pretty focused on me, not just what I was wearing. Or maybe it was in my head, and it was just weird seeing him, after what happened this morning.”

“What happened this morning?” Victoria prodded, so I told her about running into Dan as I left the bathroom to change into my panties and how I had left my boxers behind. “Very interesting,” she mused.

I finished up the story with how I found her car after veering into the woods, and she patted me on the head again.

“Excellent job, Sammy, I’m so proud of you!” It felt oddly rewarding. Despite sitting there butt naked on my own couch next to this beautiful, clothed woman, pleasing her swelled me with pride.

The sweet moment didn’t last long, though, as a sharp knock at the door startled me to attention. I looked at Victoria, scared out of my mind.

“Oh, don’t worry, I was expecting that, it’s part of tonight’s final activities,” she said. “Here,” she fished out a pair of white low-rise brief-style microfiber panties, with just a bit of frill around the edges. “Put these on and let the guest in.”

I hesitated, still in shock. “Or if you’d prefer,” she plucked up a skimpier pair, a bright pink lace thong with plenty of ribbons and loud contrasting dark purple ruffles that would leave me much more exposed, and much more embarrassed. I sighed, pulled on the white brief-style pair, and went to throw open the door.

It was Brad, Victoria’s douchebag ex. I chill ran down my spine, but he just doubled over laughing, placing his hand on my shoulder to steady himself.

“I thought Vicky was joking when she said I’d get a kick out of who would answer the door, but this is too much,” he finally said when he got his laughter under control. I had moved to the side to let him in, but he was still in the hallway, his grip on my shoulder not letting me move much, and anyone could see me if they walked by. I silently prayed for him just to come in, but he seemed in no hurry.

We stood like that for almost a full minute before Victoria came over. She walked up to Brad and the two began making out, right then and there. At least he dropped his grip on me, even if it was so he could grab her ass. After thirty or so seconds, they disengaged.

“Oh, did I forget to tell you? Brad and I got back together this morning.” Victoria said, a hand still on Brad’s broad chest. “And how could I hide something like this from my boyfriend? He was concerned after last night that you might be a threat, and there’s no better way for him to realize that’s never going to be the case than for him to see things himself.”

“Oh yeah, I can see that now,” said Brad with a chuckle.

“Wait, you haven’t even seen the best part,” said Victoria. She ushered Brad into the apartment, for which I was eternally thankful, and I quickly shut the door and thanked him. As we got to the sitting area, however, I noticed she had taken out the bottle of Hunkify pills and left them on the coffee table.

“What’s this?” Brad asked, picking them up and scanning the label. “Wait, are these yours?” He looked at me and started laughing again. I felt about two feet tall, this tall Adonis of a man, now knowing that I had been taking penis enlargement pills.

“Answer him, Sammy,” Victoria urged.

“Yes, they’re mine.”

“And tell him why you bought them.”

“Because,” I hesitated, looked from Brad to Victoria, who nodded, then back to Brad, “because I have a small penis and I wanted to be bigger.”

I guess the matter-of-fact way I said it sent Brad into hysterics again; he doubled over laughing and couldn’t talk for a minute.

“Well, yeah, I could see that from here,” Brad mocked, eying my unimpressive crotch through the panties.

“Why don’t you show him everything?” Victoria suggested.

My face grew redder, probably, but I complied, pulling down the white brief panties until my shriveled, flaccid dick popped out. Brad, of course, couldn’t help but keep laughing.

“And that’s *after* the pills?” he asked.

“Well, the thing is, little Sammy got a little unlucky. The pills he bought were defective. They actually have the opposite effect.”

“You mean he’s getting smaller?” Brad was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying my shame. For my part, I just stood there, nub on display, trying to fade into the carpet. “I guess that’s what happens when the little boy tries to be a man.” I’d never felt as much like a little boy as just then.

“But I’ve still been making sure he’s getting his daily dose,” Victoria continued. “Want to try feeding him?”

“Feeding him?” Brad asked, unsure.

“Like this,” Victoria said, then turned to me. “You can put your pretty panties on and then sit between us,” she patted the space on the couch. “I’ll get you some more water to wash them down.”

After refilling the glass – even though I was well hydrated at this point – Victoria demonstrated putting a pill on my tongue and having me swallow it with a big gulp of water. Brad tried that, but then he insisted on tossing it in the air and making me catch it in my mouth, like a trained seal. After each pill, I washed it down with more water, and needed a fresh refill after half a dozen additional pills. I groaned, thinking about just how small I’d be next time I could measure.

“Ok, now that that’s done, let’s get to the main event,” Victoria said. “You’ve done so well, I have a present for you.” She reached into the bag she had brought back from the erotica store and pulled out two boxes, one smaller than the other by a fair margin. She handed me the larger box first.

I opened it and took out a pair of handcuffs, the kind that were pink and fuzzy on the cuffs but just as unbreakable. I looked at her, trying to gauge what she had in mind, but she just took them back and handed me the smaller box. I dutifully opened it and took out the contents, which made me gasp.

It was a chastity device.

A cock cage.

And a tiny, tiny one at that.

I examined it in my hands. It was made of pink plastic, as if the concept alone wasn’t embarrassing enough. It had a tight little ring, which I understood goes around the balls, and then a small, nub-sized cage that extended barely an inch, if that, as well as a mechanism to lock them together and a tiny little key.

“No… ” I said, trailing off.

“So here’s the final challenge of the day,” Victoria said. She stood up and grabbed my arm, leading me into the bathroom. Brad followed with a smirk. “Stand in here and raise your hands over your head,” she said, directing me to the shower. Moving efficiency, she handcuffed me around the rod of the shower curtain, so I was locked in place with my hands over my head. “If you can last the whole night without peeing in your pretty white panties, I’ll toss the chastity device back in its packaging, and you won’t have to wear it. But,” she leaned down, as if she was saying this last part to my penis, “if you can’t hold it in through the time I come in to check in on you in the morning, if you soil those sexy new panties, then before I unlock you from the handcuffs, I’m locking you in the cage. Sounds good?”

Of course, it didn’t, but by this point, Victoria had conditioned me to believe that complaining would get me nowhere. If I pushed back, she might not even give me a chance and lock me up right then. I knew she had played me, getting me to drink all that water, and I didn’t want to tempt her to make things even worse. So, I just nodded.

“Great! I’ll check in with you in the morning. In the meantime, I think your bedroom was that way? I thought I’d give Amy the night off from hearing me and Brad reconcile, as we tend to do. You won’t mind us using your bed, right, for Amy’s sake?”

All I could do was nod again, as Victoria and Brad disappeared. I could hear them going at it already, and for a long time as the night stretched on.

Once alone, I started crying, unable to wipe away the tears, but I had nothing else but tears. My legs were pinned as close together as I could to keep my bladder in check. I couldn’t possibly sleep, not in this position and not when I needed to pee so badly. And Brad and Victoria’s loud sex noises from my bedroom – from my bed – kept going and going, and I could hear every moan and every grunt and every “oh you’re so big!” through the wall as if it were made of tissue paper.

It was going to be a long night. I looked at the toilet longingly. So close, but out of reach.

I don’t know how long I stood there; it was definitely hours. Every time I started to think I couldn’t hold it in anymore, the thought of that chastity cage filled me with dread. Not being able to jack off was terrifying. I wasn’t someone who jerked it five times a day or anything, but most mornings or evenings, I certainly would put on some porn and relax by pleasuring myself.

Plus, it would not be very comfortable if I were caught in it. Panties were one thing, but a cock cage was icing on the degenerate cake, and I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me in that. I know Victoria would certainly take pictures or videos of me in it, would think of ways to parade me around town with it, and there was no way anyone who saw that would ever think of me as a man again. I’d have to move. I’d have to dye my hair and change my name. Amy would certainly want no part of me. Maybe Jenny would, but that was just as scary a thought as it was tempting.

So I did my best. Long hours passed, and at least the humping sounds from the bedroom died down eventually, but the pressure in my groin only got worse. You know, sometimes if you can’t go quick enough, it just goes away? No shot this time. It just kept building and building. I changed positions, crossed my legs in different ways, but every time it just seemed to make things worse.

Still, I was strong. I held it in, even when I thought it might be medically necessary to let it flow.

I could tell it was almost morning when the faint light began to seep in through the window. And eventually, just when I thought I might go mad or let loose, I heard stirring and let out a sigh of relief. My ordeal was almost done.

The bathroom door flung open, and a still half-asleep Brad ambled in. He walked over to the toilet and put the seat up, but then, as if waking slightly, he noticed me and chuckled.

“How’s it going, small stuff?” he asked.

“I’m hanging in there,” I said, causing him to chuckle again.

“Still dry?”

“Still dry.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Let me see for myself.” He ambled over and bent down to take a look at my pantied groin. “Impressive, little man, imposing. Not the size, of course, but the stamina. Someone really didn’t want to wear the cage, huh?”

“Nope,” I agreed, “would you have?”

“No, but then again, I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this situation in the first place.”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I said nothing.

“In fact, this only started when you tried to take my lady home, didn’t it?” he asked, getting a little visibly annoyed at the memory.

I kept quiet, since there was no good answer there.

“Maybe I should get you back for that,” Brad said.

“I think I’m being punished enough,” I whimpered back.

“Oh, yeah, you think so, huh?” Brad snapped. “Maybe, maybe not.” He thought for a second, then a smug smile suddenly broke over his face. “You know, I really have to go, too; that’s why I came in here in the first place.”

Brad, still smirking, pulled his boxers down from the waist and pulled out his own dick. I had just a second to see it and its size – bigger flaccid than I’d ever been hard, that’s for sure – before he started letting loose a stream of piss, right on my crotch, wetting my panties as if I had wet myself. The white material turned yellow in all the wrong places. If Victoria saw me now, it would look like I had failed her challenge.

All that endurance and pain, all for nothing.

“Hey!” I barked, but he just laughed and kept the stream going, totally soaking me in his urine. “Victoria will-”

“Oh, so you’re a tattletale, too, huh, small stuff?” Brad asked menacingly. “If you say anything to her, first, I’ll deny it, and she’ll believe me, and second, when she isn’t around, I’ll beat you so bad you’ll wish you hadn’t said anything.”

I gulped. I had no recourse; he was right that she wouldn’t believe me. Hell, the whole thing could have been a setup; she may have sent him in here to do this, though it meant he was a decent actor.

Brad finished, shook out the last few drops of his much-larger-than-average cock onto my panties and legs, then he turned to flush the unused toilet and wash his hands. There was really no reason to keep my own pent-up fluids back anymore, so I let loose and started peeing myself.

It was a feeling of relief, mixed with a bit of pain as the volume of piss flowed from my bladder to my little penis and out, further soaking the already saturated panties and flowing down my legs. It was a good thing I was in the shower, since this would have caused a flood elsewhere. I closed my eyes and just let it all flow.

“Hey, what’s going on here?”

I snapped back from my zen-like state at the sound of Victoria’s voice. She was standing just a step past the door, still open from when Brad entered, and she was wearing his shirt from last night; it was unclear if there was anything under it. What was clear, however, was what she saw: me, losing the challenge.

“Looks like you couldn’t hold it in anymore, huh, Sammy?” she asked, purely rhetorically, as she stepped over to me. I couldn’t cut off the flow now, and it was clear that I was urinating. It wasn’t very comfortable on a whole new level, peeing in front of her like a not-yet potty-trained toddler that couldn’t hold it in. “Aw, and you came so close, too!” She was quite chipper at the prospect of locking me up, I guess.

“Yeah, when I came in here to piss, I guess that was the last straw; he couldn’t hold it in anymore,” Brad explained with a grin.

“Oh well, Sammy, sorry that it had to end this way, but we’re about to enter a new phase of our experiment.”

I couldn’t say anything, I just hung my head in shame.

The End.

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