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Part 6: My New Life…

Life has been a whirlwind since that humiliating day with Mallie and Sophia. As promised, they truly did teach me a lesson I could never forget. That crazy evening with them has forever altered the trajectory of my life.

The entire friend group now knew about my shortcomings and everything Mallie and Sophia had done to me. Mallie demanded that I only wear panties from that day on, and that I keep measuring my penis once a week and sending her a picture each time. Of course, all the girls knew these things, and they made sure it didn’t end there. In fact, that was just the beginning.

There was a dramatic shift in our group dynamic. All of them would openly tease me and make jokes at my expense, to keep me humble. They would casually boss me around, making me refill their drinks, carry their things, and even fold their laundry. All the while, getting more and more comfortable making “girl talk” around me. I’d be folding their panties and socks while they talked about the guys they were hooking up with for heaven’s sake!

And the crazy thing was, I didn’t even argue or protest! I was so lucky to even be around them! I was thrilled to be a part of their lives. Plus, I can’t lie, there was a part of me that desperately craved more humiliation. I longed for the moment when I got to expose my micro-penis to their mockery.

Luckily, they frequently obliged. My baby dick became a running gag within the group. Whenever they needed a laugh, they would make me show it to them. Boyfriend broke up with you? Crush just started dating someone? Big dick hook-up not texting back? Bestie’s baby dick will cheer you up! I was like their wimpy beta punching bag- and I loved it!

They would even begin to heighten the humiliation with creative twists. One time, Mallie hosted a sleepover with the girls after Dean and she got into a big fight, and I got an invite. It turns out that I was the entertainment and the main activity- makeovers!

They did my make-up and made me try on so many ridiculous girly outfits! Sophia brought some of her nicest, lacy lingerie sets. Jenny brought one of her old cheerleading uniforms. Brooke bought a slutty maid costume she wore for Halloween once. But the most humiliating was Riley, who brought a pink diaper, bonnet, and baby booties.

I couldn’t believe my life as I voluntarily adorned each outfit in Mallie’s bathroom. I would look in the mirror before going out to face them each time, taking in my ridiculous appearance with a bright red blushing face. Embarrassing as it was, I couldn’t help but feel that each of these outfits matched my itty-bitty weewee better than my normal, boyish style. Then each time, I would swallow the silly thought and just force myself to walk out the door, down the stairs, into Mallie’s living room, where the girls waited eagerly.

The girls roared with laughter and screams with each reveal. I remember my stomach turning in humiliation, and my head feeling light, as they would make me strut back and forth through the room and strike whatever poses they requested.

They mostly took a tone of mocking encouragement. “Yes, girl! Get it!” and “Looking sexy, queen!” were some of the phrases I recall them shouting. Words like precious, cute, adorable, and sissy still rattle around in my brain from that night.

Of course, in each outfit, they made me lift my skirt and/or pull down my panties to reveal my dinky winky to them. They wanted to see how the “little fella” was reacting to each outfit. And, as Mallie put it, “the outfits wouldn’t have been as funny if it weren’t for your baby penis.”

The diaper and bonnet were definitely the favorites of the night. Some of the girls were literally rolling on the floor with laughter as I waddled down the stairs into view. I’ll never forget when Sophia said, “Now there’s an outfit that fits your penis. This outfit screams ‘baby dick’!”

Although I haven’t seen them, I know there are photos from that night, and I have no idea what’s been done with them or who has seen them.

Riley, Jenny, and Brooke had a real fascination with my penis after seeing it in person for the first time at that sleepover. They couldn’t believe how small it was and wanted a close look. One weekend, when Mallie and Sophia were both away, they invited me to hang out with them in their shared apartment. I had never been there before, but I knew they all came from well-off families, so I wasn’t too surprised when I arrived at a very nice, two-story condo.

They welcome me inside with giddy excitement. Their place was nice, and it smelled like vanilla. They were all very aesthetically minded girls, so it was clear that a lot of thought had been put into the interior design. All three girls looked like a wet dream, wearing matching skin-tight body suits made out of soft sweater material. They had long sleeves, significant cleavage, and shorts that hugged their round cheeks. Jenny, the sporty redhead, wore a tan body suit. Riley, the Korean beauty with a purple streak through her hair, wore a black one. And Brooke, the dirty blonde Barbie, had red.

I was incredibly nervous and awkward around them, without Mallie there. I had never hung out with these three without Mallie and Sophia around. “What in the world do they have planned for me?” I wondered.

“Bestie!” they all cooed as I walked inside. All 5 of the girls had taken to calling me this. I responded to it using my new name. “H-hey, girls! What’s up?” I responded, trying to sound as natural as possible.

“Oh, not much, just thought we’d have a nice night in!” Riley answered. Brooke interjected, “We don’t need Mallie and Sophia to have a proper girls’ night!”

We started by watching a movie. Of course, they chose Magic Mike and were incredibly vocal throughout, reacting to the hunky men on screen.

“Bestie, isn’t he hot?!”

“OMG! They’re so much more muscular than you, bestie!”

“You would look so small next to these studs! Hehe in more ways than one, I bet…”

“Take notes, bestie! This is what an alpha male looks like!”

After the movie ended, they asked me to make them hot chocolate in the kitchen. It took a while as I didn’t know where anything was, but eventually I returned with some delicious warm beverages. When I walked back into the TV room, they were all sitting up, looking at me with wide eyes, as if anticipating my return. On the coffee table in front of them was a collection of random items, laid out from biggest to smallest.

Amongst them, an AAA battery (the smallest), a paper clip, a bic lighter, a toilet paper tube, an iPhone, a soda can, a banana, and a Pringles can. My face went red, as I had a feeling what these were for. “Um, what’s all this?” I asked innocently as I went around and served them their hot chocolate.

“Thanks, bestie! Oh this? Well, we thought it’d be fun to find out what household item best represents your little peepee!” Brooked explained. “You see, when Mallie first told us you had a 3-inch boner, none of us realized just HOW little that was. Most girls are more visual, and a frame of reference would have helped. And when we tell our friends and sisters and moms about you, we want to be able to give them an accurate comparison so they can get a real idea of just how itty bitty your dicky really is!”

“In other words, we want to hold each of these things up to your baby boner and take pictures,” Riley stated, callously. “Sound fun, bestie?”

I just blushed and stuttered for a second, looking frantically between them and the table of items. “Good! I knew you’d be game,” Riley declared.

Before I knew it, Jenny was kneeling in front of me, undoing my pants and sliding them down to reveal purple panties with a bow above the crotch. She looked up at me with a smirk. “Wearing your panties, I see, good girl!” she cooed, before whipping them down to my ankles as well.

My dainty erection sprang out, already hard and pointing up at the girls with an eager throb. They giggled and cooed. “Aw, bestie! You’re so hard! You really do LOVE this shit, don’t you?” Jenny remarked.

One by one, they held up the items to my boner. Brooke and Jenny knelt in front of me, taking turns doing the comparisons. Meanwhile, Riley played photographer. They started with the largest objects, which were obviously much larger than I. The Pringles can was astoundingly larger, which looked almost comical. Brooke was quick to reassure me that she had been with a guy that size before, however.

Eventually, they got down to the smaller items. The toilet paper roll was about an inch longer than me, and slid easily over my narrow shaft. “You know, bestie, the TP roll test is a well-known way of seeing if your peepee is above average or not. If it’s longer than the roll, it’s above average in length. If it’s too thick to fit inside, it’s above average in girth. And of course, if you’re shorter than the roll and skinny enough to fit inside, like you, then you’re small. We already knew that about you, though,” Riley lectured.

The bic lighter was the same size as my boner. They cheered and celebrated when they found the match. Riley took extra photos of this comparison from all angles. Brooke cheered, “Perfect! Now, if anyone wants to know how small you are, we can just tell them you are the size of a lighter! How precious!”

“Damn, I was betting on the paper clip,” Riley sighed. “Actually, I have an idea! If we make him soft, I bet he’ll be smaller than the paper clip and the battery! Jenny, get an ice-pack!”

Ice pack?! What the hell! I panicked, but didn’t move. Jenny quickly returned with a blue gel ice pack wrapped in a paper towel. She handed it to Riley, who pressed it firmly over my crotch, pressing my short stiffy into my lower stomach. The chill sank in quickly, and I got goosebumps all over. The girls giggled at my pathetic, quivering state. I even let out a whimper, to their enjoyment.

Soon, I was not only soft but shrivelled up from the cold. Riley peeled the ice pack away to reveal my shame. My weeny retracted to just a pink little acorn head, and petite balls tightened into a dainty coin pouch. They roared with laughter, and Riley flashed more pictures. “Quick, get the last two comparisons before he gets hard again!” she ordered.

Sure enough, they got photo evidence that my baby dick was indeed smaller than both a paper clip and an AAA battery while soft, and it wasn’t particularly close in my shrunken state. Brooke giggled, “Hehe, only a proper baby penis is actually smaller than a battery, bestie! How absurdly tiny is that?!”

Jenny suddenly jumped to her feet. “Wait! Ice him again! I have one more comparison I want to make!” she shouted, running upstairs. Riley did as she said and held the ice pack back to my groin, keeping me at my smallest.

Jenny soon returned once more, holding something behind her back. Riley removed the ice pack in anticipation. “Ready for the final comparison, bestie?!” she teased. I nodded eagerly. “3… 2… 1… tada!” she shouted, revealing a massive black dildo from behind her back. Her hands held it up in front of my face, and I couldn’t help but notice how her fingers couldn’t even wrap all the way around it. Even with both fists closed around it, there was probably room on the long black shaft for three more of her small, soft, manicured hands. My jaw dropped, and my face went even redder, if that was even possible.

The other two girls screamed and laughed! “Jenny, you’re a genius!” Brooke cried through tears of laughter. Riley held her phone up, ready to capture the moment. “OMG! Let’s see it! This is going to be epic!”

I simply stood, hand behind my back, as I watched the three of them relish in my embarrassed state of emasculation. I chill went down my spine as Jenny began to move the monster cock towards my dinky, shriveled nub.

First, she held it next to my penis, with the balls of the dildo against my skin, as if the BBC could have been mine. The comparison was drastic. Ridiculous, even. Like, there was no point to compare besides the sheer emasculation of my dainty nubbin. It was probably nine inches next to my less than one. I felt pitiful.

Of course, the girls giggled and cooed at the monstrous size difference. “Jesus dude, that monster cock completely dwarfs yours. You barely even notice it there next to that real man, haha!” Riley teased.

“Seriously, like, usually when we call you baby dick, there is like a LITTLE BIT of hyperbole… but next to this cock it truly does look like a baby’s penis. How sad, but also adorable?” Brooke observed.

Jenny suddenly whipped the dildo around so that the head was right next to my nub. “OMG, and look at this, girls! The head of this big cock is bigger than his entire baby dick and balls! Just the tip? Nope, that’s his whole micro-pinky!” Jenny mocked, earning a big laugh from her friends.

My numbness slowly began to dissipate. The hot humiliation from their ruthless teasing was warming my micro-penis up. The little guy twitched his way up to 2.5 inches, the best boner I could muster after the brutal cold treatment.

The girls screamed once more at my shameful arousal. “OMG, he can’t help but get hard for the real man’s cock! Bestie, you are such a slut!” Riley scolded.

“Yeah, a total slut for embarrassment! A humiliation junky!” Brooke cried, “That’s what makes you the perfect beta bestie. We brutally humiliate you, and you just let it happen, and then beg for more!”

“Such a perfect beta bestie!” Jenny agreed. “Do you want to cum, bestie?” she asked, in a mocking coo. “Yes, please,” I murmured.

“Okay, you can make yourself cum, but you can’t use your hands. You can only rub up against this real cock. Try it, rub your dinky dick against it,” she ordered. I obeyed, thrusting my hips forward gently, feeling the soft black plastic rub against the side of my boner. It didn’t feel good like jerking off feels good, but it was better than nothing. And with my current state of embarrassed arousal, I knew immediately that it was going to do the job.

“Time to give them a show,” I thought, as I began to hump against the big black dildo slowly. They roared with laughter once more. “Yes, baby dick! Work that big cock!” Brooke cheered. “Get it, loser!” Riley added.

I desperately switched sides back and forth, rubbing against either side of the head of the big black cock. Jenny began to bat the dildo back and forth gently, tossing my weka boner from side to side. I moaned pathetically as she did so.

My eyes darted around at the sexy girls as they watched, giggling and throwing teasing remarks my way. “Does your dinky winky like the real man’s cock?!” Jenny mocked. “Yes!” I shouted, getting a big laugh.

As I felt my orgasm coming on, my brain did one last inventory of the current situation. Three beautiful babes surrounded me, clad in revealing body suits that flaunted their figures, all laughing at my expense. They compared me to all sorts of objects, mocking me as they did, and taking pictures. Those pictures were sure to make their round to the group chat and who knows where else. And now, they were making me get off to a cock that is 10 times my size!

They were laughing at the incredible size difference! They were laughing at my horniness at this ridiculous situation! They were laughing at the silly faces I was probably making! And my final observation before squirting out of cummies was that this dildo belonged to Jenny. Which means she’s bought it for herself. She’s used it. The very same BBC that I was grinding my micro-penis against had been inside her perfect pussy!

That thought sent me over the edge, and I began to squirt a measly load of watery cum onto the tip of her BBC dildo. I was in humiliation ecstasy. I knew they were still laughing, and probably making insulting remarks and jokes, but I didn’t hear them. In that moment, for just a second, it was only me, my baby dick, and this big fat monster cock.

When I reoriented myself to the room, I was horrified to see Riley holding up her phone, getting a video of my embarrassing display. I hadn’t even caught my breath, but I began to panic once more. Riley noticed and said, “Sorry, bestie! But we had to document this, at least for Mallie and Sophia. They would have been so mad if they missed this!”

Jenny gave me a side hug, careful not to touch my wet dicklet. “That was SO much fun, bestie! Kinda hot, too, not gonna lie. It’s funny, you know. Now we can say that we’ve both cum on the same cock!” she jested. Now go clean this up, and yourself, and get your panties back on!”

“Yep, I think that was enough baby dick fun for one night. Wow, that was quite the pathetic show!” Brooke concluded.

As I washed my cum off the big black dildo in their sink, still bottomless, I reflected on my new life as the beta bestie to this incredible group of sexy girls. Even in my post-beta-gasm mindset, my main emotion was gratitude. This was the best life a baby dicked loser could dream of.

To Be Continued…?

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