The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

Jo’s Deal…

I started dating Jenny the first semester of college, and was living with her a few months later. She shared a house near campus with three other girls, none of whom seemed to like – or at least respect – me all that much. Things were mostly chill as long as I kept to myself, and on their good side.

Jenny was my first ‘real’ gf. I’d dated a couple of other girls before in HS, but we never got much further than holding hands. I am pretty anxious around women, particularly ones who turn me on, which is most of them. So when Jenny – a busty, tall, cheerleader type with piercing green eyes and gorgeous, curly blonde hair – gave me her number at a bar that first week at college, I was pretty dumbfounded. More so when she actually texted and set up a date. I made her laugh, and she enjoyed my company. I was not exactly the pinnacle of masculinity, at barely 100 lbs and a meager 5’6″. On our second date, she beat me at an arm wrestling competition, and right after, I had my first kiss.

We did a lot more than that. Oral, hand jobs, toys. But as we were getting close to six months together as a couple, I felt like I had to ask.

“Jenny… how come we’ve never had ‘sex’ sex. You know…” I made a loop and mimed the index finger of my other hand going in and out. Jenny looked at me pityingly.

“”Jo… listen…I kinda have a rule. It’s nothing personal. But I don’t do that with guys who are… You know…” It was her turn to mime, wiggling her little finger back and forth, the universal gesture for ‘tiny dick’.

“It’s not that… I mean… It’s pretty average, isn’t it?”

Jenny stifled a laugh.

“That’s… well, that’s a very misleading way to think about it.”

I suddenly remembered what Jenny actually studied. She was a postgraduate student, a phd candidate alongside her housemate and best friend, Tiffany. Her focus was on the role of anatomy in sexual behaviour. Tiffany was a research pharmacist.

“You’re not average. And even ‘average’… well, I am a little pickier. For a really satisfying sexual experience, most women need 8 inches plus. That’s my minimum.” She shrugged, though she didn’t make the rules, despite the fact that she had just.

“So… there’s nothing I can do? I’m gonna stay a virgin as long as we’re dating?”

She looked at me like I was deaf or stupid.

“Your dick is half the size of the guys I fuck. You’re good with your tongue, and you let me humiliate you. That’s what our sex life is gonna be. And I’ll jerk you off some time… I could even buy you a Fleshlight for your birthday.”

I felt rage well up in me, then humiliation, tears filling my eyes. Jenny pulled me close and reached between my legs. I was ashamed at how quickly my dick stiffened at her touch, and doubly so by how quickly she made me cum, my cheeks still wet from sobbing.

“We can still have a lot of fun together, see?”

I gulped down my embarrassment and let her rock me to sleep.

*****

A few days later, I was at home alone playing Slay the Spire. I was on the verge of beating the final boss when Tiffany walked in. I found all of Jenny’s housemates – and women in general – intimidating, but Tiffany in particular made my knees feel like jelly. She was a gothy chick with impeccable makeup and a thing for fishnets, corsets, and dock martin boots, along with tits I would have stared at all day if I wasn’t so scared of her. She didn’t act like she hated me, but she clearly saw herself as better than me and would regularly instruct me to do small household chores or fetch things for her. I always complied, whilst feeling like a total pussy about it.

She glanced at my computer, then said, “Pause that. I need you for something.” She turned brusquely and walked out of the room. I followed like a lapdog.

The kitchen table was covered in papers. She invited me to sit, and I obeyed.

“Jenny told me about your problem. It’s one we’ve been working on for some time, with a lot of success. And not only can we help you, but you’d be helping us.”

“What problem?” I asked. Tiffany rolled her eyes, like I was wasting her time.

“Your tiny penis. We’ll need to measure that, but we are looking for subjects who are outliers, as they will be a significant portion of the target market.”

“It’s not…” I stammered and went bright red as Tiffany stared me down.

“Our research department believes it may have found the first truly effective male enhancement pill. The effects have varied significantly, but all subjects have seen some degree of size alteration, and the average growth rate is significant.”

She handed me some papers to look over. ‘98% of subjects experienced positive growth rates ranging from 0.1 to 10% per day. Average monthly increase was 15%, with the largest nominal size change recorded at 4.9″ [See Subject B42 for more on this outlier], close to a 100% shift. On average, subjects experienced 0.8-1.2″ of growth a month. Subjects can and are encouraged to maintain an active, healthy sex life throughout treatment, as this appears to increase the magnitude of the effect…’

There was a lot of statistical data and cross-tabs, but I got the gist. I ran the maths in my head. I could, in theory, double my size in a few months.

“But if you’ve already done all these tests, why do you need me?”

Tiffany sighed again, exasperated that she was having to explain what was, in effect, a gift, and explain it twice, to boot.

“The product has been tested thoroughly on men with average penises. Within two standard deviations of the mean, so all but the top and bottom few %. And it’s safe – so long as the subject is continuously monitored, there are almost never serious, long-term side effects. But in order to actually sell it to the people who want it most, we need to test it on the babydicks like you.” I turned beet red.

“I think Jenny was just teasing. Exaggerating. I’m really pretty average.”

Tiffany didn’t even look at me. Instead, she got up and walked around the table, towering over me in her platform heels. I instinctively looked down at the ground, blushing, like I always did around strong, attractive women.

“Either your girlfriend was telling me the truth, or you don’t qualify for the study. I’m going to measure you. I won’t do this against your will, and you can tell me to stop at any time. Stand up.” I complied, almost unthinkingly, still staring at the ground. Tiffany grabbed me by the waist and pulled down my jeans, then my boxers. She took her phone from her handbag and knelt in front of me, taking a picture of my soft, shrivelled, scared little pecker.

Then she made eye contact with me, leaned forward, and jiggled her big tits. “You can look at them. I know how badly you want to. Look.” I stared at her huge cleavage and felt my dick twitch, but I was too nervous, too anxious, too embarrassed to get hard. Tiffany rolled her eyes again. “Jenny warned me this might happen.”

It was true, I often had a difficult time getting erect. Usually, the solution was for me to just go down on Jenny – that always got me so hard – but sometimes I’d be floppy again before she could jerk me off. When that happened, Jenny… oh god….

Tiffany pulled out a pair of panties that had been hidden in her bra. I didn’t recognise them as Jenny’s, so they must be Tiffany’s. She gestured for me to step out of my jeans and boxers, crumpled on the floor, and into the black, lacey underwear Tiffany was holding out for me. I felt my dick stiffening as she pulled them up, and by the time they were all the way on, I was rock hard.

Tiffany smirked and once more took a pic with her phone. She tapped a few buttons and nodded as the app spat out the results.

“Do you want the good news or the bad? You can stop staring at my tits now, by the way.” I looked at the floor instead as she continued, “You’re bigger than 4.” To be precise, you’re 4.4″ long erect, and an estimated 3.6″ in girth. This puts you in the bottom 5% for both categories. If you were slightly smaller in either dimension, you would have what is classified as a ‘micropenis’. As it is, you are the perfect size for our second round of testing on compound G31.” The sheer nonchalance with which she told me how tiny I was left my head ringing… and my dick throbbing in my panties.

The ringing continued as I sat back down at the table.

Tiffany pushed a form in front of me – it had to be twenty pages long, with little earmarks to show various places to initial and sign. I tried to read it, but my head was swimming, and Tiffany was glaring at me. I got to the last page – the signature that committed me to the test – and found myself stammering, “Will… will it work? Will it make me as big as Jenny wants me to be?”

Tiffany looked me in the eyes, “I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t asked me to sign you up. This is an experiment… but I am utterly confident that by the end of it, you’ll be as big as she wants you to be.”

I signed the paper, my hand shaking, wondering whether I had just made the best or worst decision of my life.

*****

Control…

Tiffany left me with a copy of the contract I had blindly signed and, over the next few days, I read it cover to cover. I didn’t understand much of the legalese, but the parts I could comprehend were troubling.

Once I began taking compound G31, there was really no way to stop. It could be taken in a number of forms – pill, injection, suppository, or directly through the skin of the target area – but once I’d agreed to be part of the experiment, I would be liable for all costs incurred by Luscore, the large pharma company developing the treatment. The list of possible costs was too long and complex for me to comprehend, but I would certainly owe them tens if not hundreds of thousands of dollars if I were to pull out.

There would also be significant periods of residential treatment – I would, sometimes for weeks, be expected to stay in one of their facilities to have my behaviour monitored. This was in addition to the diary I had to keep whilst outside of such facilities, and the implant designed to monitor my hormone levels constantly. Depending on the results, I may be asked to change my ‘behavioural or sexual patterns’ at any time, and refusal to do so would be construed as withdrawal from the study… which would leave me owing the company more money than I had in the whole world.

I did, finally, find one small chink of light. Until I had taken my first dose of G31, I was free to withdraw my consent and drop out of the study.

When Jenny got home that day, I tried to explain, “They’d essentially own me for the next six months… we’d be apart a lot…. they might tell us to stop having sex,” she shrugged “… or to have it all the time” I tried, feeling pathetic that this might be the stronger argument.

“I didn’t sign any contract. But honestly, little Jo, it is completely up to you. I don’t *need* you to have a bigger cock. I’m very happy with our sex life.” A huge surge of relief washed through me. “If you don’t want this, it’s your body. And there are plenty of men out there who *are* big enough for me. You can keep eating my pussy and ass, jerking off in my panties, while I find hung guys to have rea- I mean, penetrative sex with.”

For a long minute, I was quiet and perfectly still.

“I don’t think I want an open relationship if that’s ok with you. Please.” I finally stammered, almost apologetically.

“Me neither. I want you all to myself, no matter what happens. But if you won’t even try this G31 thing, I will get my needs met elsewhere.” I could feel myself about to cry again, but managed to hold back. “Nikki and Rita,” her other two housemates, have been encouraging me to find a lover who can actually fuck me for months. Since you moved in, actually. This way seems a little fairer on us both, doesn’t it? We both get a nice big cock. Wouldn’t it feel good to lose your virginity finally?”

My heart was pounding in my chest, my mouth dry. I did want that. But…

“It’s really, honestly up to you. We can drive over to the research centre now. You can ask some questions, make your final choice about it all. Alternatively, if you really don’t want to, there’s this amazing guy Rita really wants to set me up with. I could text her right now.”

Within the hour, Jenny was driving me to the G31 inpatient observation centre. I told myself I was just there to look around and ask questions. But the thought of Jenny taking another boyfriend – one twice my size – was like an alarm going off in my head.

The woman at reception, a curvy thirty-something with dark auburn hair and a pristine white nurse’s outfit, smiled as we walked in. “You must be Jo,” she said, “We’ve been expecting you.”

She showed me to the room where I’d be staying. It was Spartan with plain white walls and a TV monitor, though the bed looked comfortable. On the table was an odd, coil-shaped device and a bottle of pills marked ‘G31’. The kindly, auburn-haired woman explained what would happen. The coil was for monitoring purposes – hormone levels, heart rate, and, because it was installed into the epidermis of the penis, dick size. Installation was painless; it essentially melted into the skin. Then I’d take my first dose of G31, after which I’d remain in this room for at least 48 hours, or until they had the control data they needed – “This part is very boring,” she warned me, “we basically remove all stimulus that might interfere with your endocrine levels. You’ll have basic reading materials but no access to the internet and certainly no access to pornography. It’s all so we can get a baseline reading.”

The effectiveness of G3`1 was heavily tied to testosterone levels. So after those first two days, I’d be given the chance to take part in activities designed to stimulate my natural testosterone production. These activities had accelerated tissue growth in the first batch of subjects.

“That usually takes a week or two for us to get a clear picture of what works for you specifically and what certain activities look like on your monitoring systems. After that, we give you a behaviour plan and send you home.”

I nodded and looked over at Jenny, hoping she had changed her mind about some of it, all of it. Instead, she looked over at the nurse and asked, “So, how do we start?”

The nurse cooly informed me to strip, then invited Jenny to do the honours. First, they wrapped the coil around my flaccid penis, then – to my surprise – placed a chastity cage over it. “It ensures the monitoring coil embeds properly… and makes sure you don’t do anything that would mess with the results during the control phase,” the nurse told us. Jenny seemed only too eager to slip it onto me, lock it, and then hand the nurse the key.

Jenny clicked her fingers and pointed at the ground. It was a gesture I recognised from our at-home play, but never something I’d done in front of anyone else. Still, I got on my knees for her. Jenny opened the bottle of pills and pulled one out – they were light pink and diamond-shaped. She opened my mouth like I was a dog, dropped the pill in, and then held her hand over my lips.

“Swallow,” she instructed, and I did.

There was no going back now. Jenny thanked the nurse, smiled pitifully at me, and left.

Had I made the right choice? Would you happen to know if I had chosen at all?

*****

Initial Results…

For all my fears and anxieties about giving up so much control to Lustcore, my first week’s stay was actually pretty great. As promised, the first couple of days were ‘control’ — I was given sci-fi books to read and some puzzle games to play, but I had no access to pornography or anything like it. There was a big, flat screen TV mounted on the wall with lots of old movies and TV shows to choose from. But they were all very relaxed affairs — romantic comedies or low-stakes dramas. The first film I picked was Lost in Translation. I’ve always had such a huge crush on Scarlett Johansen — I’ve told Jenny how much we look alike, but she just rolls her eyes and shrugs off the compliment every time. Well, Scarlett was in there, but any time there might have been a hint of cleavage or the outline of her ass, the screen was pixelated. I got to see her pretty face, though. I supposed

The people who brought my meals those two days wore androgynous white smocks, so little of the outline of their bodies showing that I often genuinely could not tell if they were men or women. Just like the buxom, auburn-haired nurse-administrator Bethany had promised, it was a supremely tedious 48 hours. A kind of endocrine sensory deprivation tank. Even the games they let me play were gentle things like Candy Crush and Peggle. No shoot-em-ups, explosions, or power fantasies for me.

Just as I was finishing up lunch on my third day, Bethany smiled at me as she walked into the room, and I felt my heart beat faster. She didn’t look androgynous. She was dressed in a tight black suit, the jacket barely done up over her big tits, her pencil skirt short enough that I could see the top of her stockings as she crossed her legs and sat down in the large white leather armchair. With barely a glance, she gestured to the corner of the room, to the beanbag, which I dutifully went and grabbed, bringing it back so I could sit beneath her. I tried not to stare at her legs, but looking down at her heels just made it worse. In the end, I faked eye contact by staring at her eyebrows.

*Why am I like this?* I thought to myself, frustrated by how weak I got around women, particularly tones I found attractive.

“Shall we start with the good news?” I nodded, “Compound G31 is effective for you, albeit nominally so. Your penis has grown over the last two days by a little under 0.025% a day. Yes, our implant can measure changes that small. Jenny says you’re a maths dork, so do you want to do the honours? How much growth in, say, a year, at this rate?”

I began tumoring the numbers around in my head, aware on one level I was being patronized, but equally aware that this was a rare opportunity I had to show a hot woman I was really good at something.

“Nine point one two five percent!” I exclaimed a little too enthusiastically, like I was a schoolkid trying to show off to the teacher he had a crush on. I beamed with pride for a short moment, then slammed my hand over my mouth in shock, “except… are the changes nominal or proportional, because if it’s always a percentage then Euler’s number…”

Bethany smiled almost kindly as she pushed her finger against my lips.

“You’re right, it’s a little like compound interest, which is the non-nerdy way to say what you just said. It isn’t constant. Your dick will change in proportion to the size it was when you took your last dose. Some subjects have double-dropped – taken a new dose early – to ‘lock in’ their gains. It can also reset the baseline in response to a particularly big orgasm, but that is rare.

Bethany proceeded to explain the technical aspects of how G31 worked. Unlike any previous attempt at penis enhancement treatment, G31 used the body’s natural supply of testosterone. During puberty, the cells within the penis grow according to the individual’s testosterone sensitivity. But once each cell has done its thing, it changes a little, kind of closes the door so more testosterone won’t make it keep growing. GB31 opens that door again, so every time your body produces testosterone, it once again binds to those cells and tells them to grow.

“A pill can last anywhere from a week to a month. Injections are much longer lasting, usually lasting 2-3 months. But it’s really about how much testosterone your body produces — the more T in your system, the sooner the pills will wear off, at which point we can decide we’re satisfied and cease treatment, or re-dose you to keep upping the effects. Speaking of effects, I know Tiffany ran through some of the most common side effects with you- “Jo had a vague memory of Tiffany’s huge tits bouncing in his face as she pointed to a section called ‘Abreactions and side-effects, non-litigation clause’. He had not, in fact, read it, just signed it.

“Well, the most common side effect is strongly heightened libido — or, sometimes, a diminished one. In the next few days, as we unlock you and you’re exposed to normal stimuli again, we’ll find out very quickly which you are. Most men experienced heightened competitiveness, particularly around other men. Most of what we do here is exploring which activities raise your T levels, and thus make your dick grow. There is CCTV and audio in every room, and your coil sends information in real time, though most experiences are so complicated that they require repeated samples. You’re going to get to do a lot of fun things before we send you home.”

Twenty minutes later, Jenny arrived for my first conjugal visit.

“I’ve missed you so much!” She planted kisses all over my face and neck until I felt dazed by the waterfall of affection. Her full, bouncy blonde hair, the huge tits bulging beneath her yellow sweater, the sunbeam of her smile as she looked at me. I was vaguely aware that I was leaking into my cage, and that somewhere, someone at Lustcore was taking a note of it. Or, at least, it was being recorded automatically into some file with my name on it. Great science, guys! You worked out that I get turned on when I make out with my girlfriend.

Jenny grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to the bed, almost throwing me onto it before straddling me. “You missed me?” she purred, pulling off her sweater to reveal the huge, bouncy tits underneath. She let me stare and grope and fondle them for what felt like hours, but could only have been ten minutes, tops. Then she climbed forward and straddled my face, her preppy, pleated, spinny navy skirt covering my head and shrouding me in darkness. I could sense her wetness, feel the soft heat of her thighs pressed against my cheeks. “Just sniff it first. No licking.”

I took a long, deep, intoxicating sniff. I suddenly felt small and weak and helpless, utterly overpowered by my deep, throbbing desire to worship her pussy. All of my focus, all my energy, all I cared about in the world was dripping wet and inches from my face. Nothing else mattered

She lowered herself down onto me, and I began teasing her clit with my tongue, tracing the outer lips of her labia, then closer and closer to the middle. Softly licking her button as I slipped my fingers into her.

She came hard. Over and over and over again. I looked at the clock. When she was finally exhausted, she lay next to me and said, “Get the key, we’ll do you.”

I stared at her gape jawed, “Aren’t you meant to have it? They were meant to give it to you for the conjugal visits? Heck, it’s meant to come off today.”

Jenny rolled her eyes at me, like she couldn’t be bothered to take my orgasms seriously.

“Listen, babe, I am already pretty late. Why don’t you go get the key from whoever is at the desk, then finish up as much and as often as you need to?” She was already grabbing her handbag and heading towards the door.

After a few minutes lying there in impotent indignation, I threw my clothes on and headed for the reception desk. The tall, dark-haired woman had her back to me, reviewing some spreadsheet or other. I had no idea if she’d be my type, but the mere idea of asking anyone for essentially permission to use my own body. So I closed my eyes, cleared my throat, and said as authoritatively as I could muster.

“I need the key to my chastity cage; it’s supposed to come off today.”

“Jo?” The voice was familiar in a way that made me shudder. I opened my eyes to Tiffany smirking at me. “I guess Jenny forgot to grab her copy on the way in. Here you go.” It was a small, pink fob rather than an actual key, but it could release my dick from its prison with a single electronic tap.

“I, uh, thanks, Tiffany,” I stuttered.

“You’re welcome. Have fun.” She winked at me as I left.

It had just gone 8 PM when I got back to my room. I set myself up in the big leather armchair. I dropped out of my robe and nervously tapped the key to the cage.

“Release authorised from now till 11.02 PM. You may replace the device before then, but you will not bank any time you leave it unused.”

The chair came with built-in pockets for things like lube, butt plugs, poppers, vibrators, flesh lights, and such. Jon had rarely used anything like that before, except lube. He couldn’t help thinking about how a vibrator would feel against his dick… or even one inside him?

He shook his head hard. He was just feeling pent up after all that denial.

He used every minute of the next three hours. Functionally, he wasn’t able to choose what porn he watched. Instead, he was shown seemingly random clips — sometimes minutes long, sometimes just a few seconds. At first, a lot of it Jo could barely even get hard to. It was sexy, but who was he really supposed the be? That hung stud? It just made him feel small and weak. But as the hours went by, the algorithm began learning what did make Jo’s dicklet twitch, ache, and leak. Feeding him a little more stuff like that… feeding him variants on similar fetishes, calculating the precise contours of Jo’s sexuality. Jo came six times and tried for a seventh but couldn’t get hard.

“Release status will cease in 30 seconds; you will now relock yourself.”

Jo, exhausted but tingling with orgasmic bliss, clumsily squished himself back into the cage and felt the electric lock activate. It was so hard to feel like a man with it on. He wondered if they’d let him wear panties next time he jerked off.

*****

Anomaly…

I was allowed to ask for release whenever I wanted. In fact, I was reminded of this fact by Bethany and the other staff, almost all of whom were women. According to Lustcore’s previous studies, an active sex life – whether alone or with others – was the single surest way to ensure G31 stimulated penis growth. Jenny was also visiting most days for conjugal visits, though these were very much focused on her pleasure. Massaging her, rubbing her feet, sucking her clit, eating her pussy, and even her ass. Jenny was hypersexual and could be very demanding. Sometimes I found it intimidating, but now, with my G31 heightened sex drive, it sent me into a kind of trance – hour after hour of making her feel good. Time lost all meaning for both of us and then – oops! – More often than not, the visitation window would end, and she’d have to go, leaving me with blue balls. I’d wait by the door till I was sure she was out of earshot, then immediately ring the bell for release and jerk off.

Lustcore was clearly running other experiments on me, too. Gorgeous women would come into my room and make small talk, or flirt with me, or practically pounce on me. None of them took my virginity — partly because of my self-confidence issues, and partly because I guess I felt like I was ‘saving’ it for Jenny. But they gave me long, slow hand jobs sometimes, keeping perfect eye contact as they pushed me right to the edge – or all the way over it. And they teased me. Dirty talk. Lap dances. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to get a lap dance with your tiny, throbbing, leaking cock locked helplessly between your legs?

A few days in, I met one of my neighbours. There were about 20 of us in the trial, but I hadn’t really noticed or spoken to any of them. We passed each other in the hall sometimes, and gave each other little nods or smiles, but there was something kind of embarrassing about the other guy knowing, just by virtue of your presence there, that you had a tiny dick.

They all seemed nice. Shy, like me, but harmless and non-confrontational. In fact, the only guy I really had an issue with wasn’t even in the study. I guessed from his build that he was probably a security guard – or at least I guessed that was his job. He had the build for it, 6’4″ of black muscle, abs rippling, and biceps bulging under the arms of his tight black t-shirt. The day I met him, I’d been hurrying to the reception to get the key after Jenny’s first visit. I was so desperately horny that I was barely aware of my surroundings, and we bumped shoulders passing each other in the narrow hallway.

“Watch it!” I snapped before getting a chance to look up. And up. And up. The man was a giant compared to me, a vast obsidian obelisk of masculine energy. I opened my mouth to mumble an apology, but he’d already slammed me into the wall, his hand around my throat. He lifted me off the ground ever so slightly, then made his point.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going, or next time I ain’t gonna be polite.”

Then he dropped me like a mic and walked straight on. Since then, I’ve seen him in the halls a few times. Sometimes I press my back up against the wall to give him a clear path past, keeping my eyes on the ground, my hands folded over my groin. Sometimes he’d still shoulder-slam me into the wall, but usually he just ignored me and walked by.

The only other guy I really interacted with was my next-door neighbour, Finley – “but you can call me fin,” he told me, in a tone of voice that said ‘you can call me whatever you want’. Fin had a femboyish quality, pale and slender, with soft brown hair and delicate, pretty features. Talking to him actually made me feel more masculine. Out of sheer curiosity, I asked how big he’d been when the programme started. He blushed and held up four fingers.

“It’s growing, though! And that’s what Andrea wants so that it won’t be tiny forever.” He smiled thinly, like he wasn’t exactly thrilled by it all.

You and me both, buddy, I thought to myself. Still, it felt good to have met someone who didn’t make me feel weak and emasculated.

It was around day 9, and Jenny was sitting on my face. She was grinding her clit around the tip of my outstretched tongue, then sliding her whole pussy back and forth across my face in long, intoxicatingly wet strokes. She came a few times doing that, then shifted positions, grabbing me by the hair and thrusting her swollen clit in and out of my mouth as I gazed up longingly into her beautiful eyes. She rode me like that for maybe ten minutes before she came, her eyes rolled back in her head, moaning and screaming with the unholy passion of a witch tied to a stake.

“Sorry to interrupt,” said Bethany, sounding anything but. “But I’m afraid I am the bearer of… well, mixed news.”

It was unusual to provide results so early in testing. That usually came at the 2-week mark.

Mark, when a decision would be made as to whether the subject could or should stay for a while longer, or if the treatment would be just as effective at home.

But Bethany’s results couldn’t wait. She plugged her laptop into the screen on the wall and threw up a graph. It was spiky – some big drops, a handful of big rises. And lots of little spikes up and down in between. But the overall trend was down.

“G31 is not a magic pill. It doesn’t fix the problem overnight,” she began, “And almost every man who we have put through this programme experiences a little shrinkage at some point during the course. It’s usually after they’ve gained some size, so it’s just a speed bump – and often one that helps us understand the subject’s psychological profile better. So bear in mind what I am about to say may bring you a little closer to your destiny, not farther away.” She cleared her throat, then began, “You have lost, on average, a little over 1% of your erectile mass since we began. To be exact, you have lost 11.21%, or about half an inch. To be exact.

“We have tested this drug on over a hundred men now. Almost all experienced a size boost from all kinds of orgasms, including masturbation. But with a handful of participants, it had the opposite effect. For some men, self-induced orgasm made them feel weak and emasculated, resulting in shrinkage. We believe the main reasons for this are psychological. You’re a virgin.”

It wasn’t a question, but Jenny happily answered for me:

“Yeah, Jo’s a total virgin. I think he went down on some of your exes, though, right? And you said that one girl, Amber. The same one who let you squeeze her tits through her sweater sometimes.”

I nodded dumbly, deeply aware of how pathetic I was. I was leaking in my cage at the thought of Amber’s tits, and the clinical indifference in Jenny’s voice, tinged with the metallic bite of sadistic joy. Bethany nodded, noting something down.

“For most men, any kind of orgasm is a triumphant act. If they’re having sex, they’ll already be at the peak of their masculinity. If they’re home alone masturbating, they’re usually doing so by imagining themselves in the role of the well-hung, dominant man in the porn they are watching. Living vicariously through him. But you don’t think of yourself that way, do you, Jo?”

I shook my head slowly, avoiding her gaze.

“You have what we call a beta mindset. When you masturbate, you don’t feel strong. You feel weak and spent and like you once again failed to find a woman who’d let you slip anything but your tongue inside her. So when you jerk off, you feel defeated. Your testosterone just evaporates – gets turned into estrogen, actually – and your penis shrinks. The effect has also become more pronounced, exponentially, over time. Your first orgasm after you finished control barely registered – in fact, we didn’t see it at all until we really poured through the data. Your first couple of orgasms barely show up,” – she zoomed into the graph to show almost imperceptible tiny dips, then zoomed out again. It was obvious now that I knew what I was looking for. The more I jerked off, the more it shrank my penis. I could identify the hours-long goon fests from the way the line dipped again and again in quick succession, each downward slope steeper than the one before it.

My hands felt clammy. “Is there, like, an antidote? To switch the pill off, I mean.” Bethany shook her head.

“No. You just have to control yourself. Or rather, we have to control you. If you’re kept chaste and actually denied, your endocrine system will reset itself. We” believe that if you are kept locked and denied, your body will gradually reset itself – psychologically ‘earning’ an orgasm feels a lot like getting to have actual sex.”

My heady felt blurry, like it had at the kitchen table with Tiffany, when I’d signed the papers.

“How often would I get to… you know…” Bethany shrugged, “To stop the exponential shrinkage – i.e., just to maintain the size reduction you get now, without it growing or shrinking – would probably be 2-4 times.” I felt relief wash over me. That was hardly less than I was jerking off now, “but to actually let the shrinkage rate rest, the number would have to be about once a month. Or once per endocrine cycle, to be exact.”

My brow crinkled in confusion, then a sick wave of shock rippled through me. “So… 2-4 times a month?”

“And you would still shrink. Your last couple of orgasms produced close to a 1% reduction. So if we pretend you are self-disciplined enough to only cum every week or two, you will lose 1% each time to masturbation. You wanna do the math, cutie?” I felt doubly patronised, for my geekiness and the pretence they hadn’t already run the numbers.

“If it were weekly, I’d lose 52%. And you said I already lost a half inch this past week… so I’d be under t-”

“You’d be 1.96″ to be exact.”

Jenny, who had been very quiet during Bethany’s explanation, suddenly burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. “So… like.. a clit!?”

I was so anxious that I talked right past her. “So if I waited a month, after that I could go back to normal?’

There was a pained expression on her face.

“Oh, babe… until this drug is out of your system, you will experience some amount of shrinkage every time you orgasm. Detoxing for a month or two will let your body stabilize, so that amount of shrinkage is negligible. But if you went back to jerking it all the time, that number would shoot right back up. We’ll find out what your ‘safe’ number is – probably in the 1-2 week range.”

I tried to comprehend what she was saying, but I kinda zoned out. I tuned back in to hear the sound of Jenny’s voice: I

“So, if he quits jerking off, he just… won’t get that much smaller? He’ll stay tiny rather than microscopic.”

“Not exactly… some of the other stimulus activities we provided Jo with did boost his size, they were just dwarfed by the losses he made while masturbating. And there are non-masturbation activities that cause shrinkage. Let me show you. See these wave patterns?” She clicked a button and a collection of little ripple shapes were suddenly easily identifible Line goes up…. and line goes down” she looked over at Jenny “That’s you, the ups were you conjugal visits, the downs are Jo jerking off after you’d gone. And then there are these” she clicked something. A different part of the graph lit up. Some clear increases, others big downward slopes. These were our experiments. Most of them consist of just conversations, but there were also edging and lap dances. The data here is really, really inconsistent – some days it helped Jo get bigger, and some days it hit his inferiority complex. See these” the colours on the graph shifted again, to just a series of small dips “; these are just times he was in a room with a pretty woman, talking to her, maybe flirting. Not to put too fine a point on it, Jo is scared of girls. He can just about handle the conversation part, but if the girl is too pretty, or she shows off her body, or comes onto him at all, he kind of panics. Jo feels, intrinsically, deep down that he does not deserve pussy… doesn’t deserve to see attractive women at all. But this effect is negated if Jo feels like he’s ‘earned’ it. Jo, does this ring true to you? That’s when you’re around pretty women, you feel an instinctive, aching need to please them in some way, to earn your place in their presence.”

I felt like a rabbit in the headlights, exposed, vulnerable, weak beneath some powerful psychic spotlight.

“S-s-s not all – I mean doessn’t every-”

Bethany casually picked up her handbag and tipped the contents onto the tile floor. A lipstick and a mascara rolled in different directions, to the far corners of the room. Dozens of hair bobbles and bubble gum, a list of emergency numbers. It was a lot of stuff, and now it was strewn everywhere.

“Pick that up,” Bethany said. There was no hint of cruelty, just the confidence of someone who knows she will be obeyed “one item at a time. And because I don’t want you to miss anything, do it all on your hands and knees.”

I felt… relieved. Bethany was right, I needed to feel useful around women.

It took about 20 minutes of scrabbling around on the floor like a dog to gather everything up and be sure I hadn’t missed anything. And all the while, Jenny and Bethany were deciding my future together. I was only able to catch snippets.

“… if emasculation becomes a state of normalcy, then even a small amount of female attention could have a powerful endocrine…

“… which would have the same kind of multiplicative effect over time, though it’s hard to tell…”

“… and he’d grow faster if we did that? Just oral and finger stuff, I mean, I want his cherry…”

“… a year to eighteen months, maybe less. It’s hard to know for sure, especially as he’s an atypical patient…”

I knelt beside the table, saying nothing, waiting to be acknowledged, knowing that the important choices had already been made for me.

*****

Observation…

Most of the decisions had been made without my input, and I barely understood the logic behind a lot of them. But the long story short of it all was that I was to be kept at the facility for a few more days – partly for observation, partly to see if their existing regime of endocrine stimulation could be adapted to suit my body and get the results we wanted.

I’d come into the facility with a small, 4.4″ penis. It had shrunk considerably, by almost an inch, but regained some of that mass since. Bethany wouldn’t be more specific than ‘around four inches’ – which my gut told me meant it was slightly below rather than slightly above.

The new regime had some things in common with the ‘control’ conditions I originally experienced at the facility. Pornography was censored, and my TV wouldn’t even show me cleavage or the bulge of a nice round ass covered by a skirt without pixellation. And masturbation was specifically forbidden, though the visits from pretty, flirtatious employees weren’t, and nor were conjugal visits.

One of their nurse-come-temptresses came into my room for an ‘informal chat’ the next day. She was blonde and curvy, with her uniform so small and tight it left almost nothing to the imagination. Her heels clicked as she walked into the room and smiled at me, and when we each took a seat at the table, she made a point of leaning forward and showing off her ample cleavage.

She flirted with me outrageously, till my dick was throbbing and leaking in its cage. Then she complained about all the paperwork she had to do and showed me. It was simple enough stuff – data entry basically, taking the notes on one sheet and filling them in on the other. She batted her eyelashes and said she’d be so, so grateful if someone just took it off her hands.

I could tell it was an experiment of some sort, but if I’m being honest that’s not the reason I said yes. I’ve always found it hard to say no to beautiful women… even when, as in this case, they weren’t technically asking me to do anything. The paperwork took about 90 minutes, occasionally interrupted by the nurse leaning in to point out a particularly important bit of data I needed to fill in, conveniently and of course wholly accidentally pushing her cleavage into my face in the process. Or the times she dropped a pen and had to lean down, wiggling her ass in my face as she picked it up.

When I was done she told me how very very grateful she was… and left. My balls pulsed in exquisite frustration, but I felt oddly proud of myself.

The conjugal visits, that had only sporadically included orgasms for me, were now wholly about Jenny’s pleasure. I ate her out and used toys on her till she was satisfied.

These sorts of incidents continued for most of a week, and I was dimly aware that Bethany, Tiffany and Jenny were comparing and collating data, making notes on my progress, deciding best how to proceed. A casual remark from Bethany suggested that some good progress was being made, and that I could continue my time in the facility and take part in most regular parts of the program.

One of the important parts of the program was known as ‘normalisation’. People who chose to have penis enlargement therapy were a self-selecting group of individuals who believe their penises were too small. In the previous studies, it had proven extremely useful to show participants that while some were a little bigger or a little smaller, the differences weren’t that big. Another important part of this element of the therapy was that everyone got to see that their fellow participants had partners who accepted them no matter their size.

The format was simple – they chose a selection of the group who had similar chareceteristics coming in, and who had similar degrees of success in the program so far. To do this they used the distance from the statistical mean at the start of the study, weighted against the amount of growth the person had experienced since. Then the handful of members selected got together with their partners and disrobed.

I had, apparently, in the last few days grown around 5% – something like 1% a day. I tried not to think about what three months of chastity, teasing and domination would to to me mentally, and just focused on the fact that the program was working.

I was nervous when I entered the room with Jenny. I knew that some people had come in with smaller penises than mine, but what if I really was the smallest in the room? I was relieved to see Finley, my neighbour there. I was surprised by how attractive Andrea, his partner was – a leggy red-head with a smattering of hypnotic freckles and teasing smile. A also met another small, meek looking guy who introduced himself as Tom. His wife’s name was Marcia, and was a little older but still very alluring. There was something reassuring in the fact that all these men – who by definition were abnormally small, like me – all had beautiful, dedicated partners.

Then two other pretty, younger women walked in. One blonde, one brunette, both early 20s and at least D cups. I’d have passed them off as superficial and bimbo-y, but the sheer amount of time and effort that had gone into their outfits and makeup suggested there was more to the story. Then my heart almost stopped. Following in right behind them was the security guard I’d spent most of my time at the facility avoiding or just playing submissive around.

“I’m Jake” he said, like he didn’t need to explain himself any more than that. I took a moment to scan the room. Finley and Tom’s eyes were on the floor, but everyone else was staring at Jake. And as the administrator – a prim, professional woman with a clinical air – told us to get behind the curtains and disrobe, the truth dawned on me.

Jake wasn’t a security guard. This study was intended to check the effects on G31 on on ‘outliers’. That meant, generally, people with unusually small penises. But it could also mean….

…. it didn’t have to mean that, right? I tried to keep my breathing in check as Jenny helped me off with my clothes and, for the first time in days, removed my chastity belt. We were told to close our eyes, and out partners would guide us to a narrow table. The idea was that we – one of us and one of the other subjects – would stand either side, open our eyes and observe the similarity in size.

The first time I opened my eyes, it was Tom standing across from me. He was pretty similar in size, slightly bigger but not in a way that made either of us feel uncomfortable. Marcia and Jenny smiled at each other and shrugged.

I closed my eyes again, and when I opened them Finley was on the other side of the table. He was now easily an inch bigger than me, which rankled a little as I knew I’d been bigger when we both began this. But Jenny and Andrea exchanged small talk, and neither seemed particularly jealous of the other.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I stood with my eyes closed for the third time. I could feel Jake’s shadow hanging over me, and it was only with great effort that I opened my eyes, finally, the third time the administrator told me to.

His cock was huge and thick. It lay most of the way across the table, its tip almost touching mine. It was easily three times my size when we were both soft and, worse, both Jenny and Jake’s girlfriend were staring at it, awed. Jenny asked if she could touch it and it took me a moment to realise she wasn’t asking my permission, but that of the alpha male and his two trophy sluts. He nodded his ascent and I watched her stroke it gently but reverently.

My dick began getting hard. Not that it made a huge difference to its size – even when i was fully erect, Jake’s flaccid penis was easily twice the size of mine. But I could feel the embarrassment sizzling, especially as the girls noticed and giggled. One of Jake’s girls called it cute.

“I make do” said Jenny, shrugging “And who knows, maybe this G31 thing will finally mean I get to play with a real man’s cock.”

I couldn’t take it and ran behind the screen to put my clothes on. Jenny stayed and chatted and… i didn’t want to think what else with Jake and his girls. A dark part of my mind worried that they might exchange phone numbers.

I wouldn’t come out until they were gone, and then went straight back to my quarters.

The next morning Bethany and Jenny arrived along with breakfast. 24 hours ago my erect length had been around 4.2″. This morning that number was 3.35″. A loss of roughly 20% overnight.

“We think it was a result of the humiliation you experienced being around an alpha male. We thought something like this might happen, we’ve never directly exposed someone with your sexual profile to a true alpha male, but we did not expect the results to be so intense. It might have been the shock, or…” Bethany kept talking but my mind was just white noise. That huge cocked asshole had given me a micropenis, just by being close to me.

“… which leads us to the decision to send you home for residential care. Given that we cannot prevent you and Mr. Armstrong – Jake – from bumping into each other, and that we’ve now got sufficient data to give you an at-home care plan, we feel it is correct to discharge you. There is one other matter. Your first dose of G31 has, effectively, been used up. It seems shrinking actually denatures the enzymes more quickly than growth. Which means you need to take another dose. It is of course your right to discontinue treatment at this juncture. However, Lustcore feels we are gaining exceptionally valuable data from your participation, so we would consider a discontinuation at this stage to be breach of contract which would leave you liable to the tune of… $87,451.”

I stood there for a moment letting the gravity of the number stick in.

“Plus” Jenny added “If you don’t keep trying, you’ll have a micropenis forever.”

The choice didn’t really seem like a choice at all. Stay a microdicked beta and owe the company who made me this way nearly a hundred grand… or at least try to get back to where I once was. I nodded, weakly, and agreed to keep taking the medicine, at home, under Jenny and Tiffany’s supervision.

*****

Domesticated…

I collected my stuff and Jenny drove me home. Bethany had given us both instructions on how to manage my continued course of G31. I noticed hers was a little thicker than mine.

I guess it’s not enough for me to get penis envy, now i get envelope envy too…

I suddenly felt uneasy about all this. Shouldn’t I know more? I was the ‘patient’ after all.

I raised my concerns and winced as Jenny rolled her eyes.

“Your pack has the exact same data in as mine does. Mine just has a little extra. A lot of what we’re doing here is more chemistry and psychology, and there’s stuff that could damage your already brittle self esteem. But it also lays out multiple ways to achieve our goals. You’re going to follow all the info in yours, im going to follow all the info in mine, and when we’re done I’ll have a long, thick ten inch cock pumping my pussy. Look, let me show you. Get out your copy, I bet I can tell you word for word what it says…”

I dutifully did so and she began her party trick:

* Subject must orgasm exceedingly rarely if ever. A single orgasm will have minimal impact – probably less than 1% – but repeated orgasms within an endocrine cycle will cause this rate to rise exponentially

“So you can cum like once a month but even that will slow you down. If you cum a lot you’ll shrink a lot real fast. It’s like-”

* * Subject experiences shrinkage in response to certain kinds of sexual excitement. For most men this kind of arousal increases their T levels and thus the efficacy of G31. For Jo the opposite is the case…

“If you get turned on by someone, you’re gonna shrink. Not as bad as if you jerked off over it, but if it’s enough to make your heart beat faster, or your cage tight, or for you to leak, then you gotta-”

* Subject can reduce, eliminate or completely arousal-triggered shrinkage by behaving in ways designed to assist or otherwise dedicate himself to making that woman feel good, in any way the individual who provoked the arousal suggests. As stated this can mitigate the original loss, and if the subject is particularly obsequious in their behaviour, they may ‘mitigate’ the loss. These gains are negligible, never measured above 105%, and usually more in the 101-103% area.

“So, like, basically, if me or Tiffany turn you on, you gotta find some way to make us happy. We’ve not told Rita and Nikki, and they’re away for a little longer anyway. Give us a chance to get into a routine.”

What must be avoided at all costs is any kind of direct competition, particularly run ins with other alpha males…

“You’re gonna be basically a shut in-”

* “A keyholder may reward the subject for a particularly good job. This is not believed to trigger shrinkage, and may indeed promote growth. It cannot be a quid pro quo – the keyholder must feel excited and enthusiastic about unlocking

“If you get me super blissed out I can make you cum. We don’t know what the results would be of that but all the science so far that you’d grow or at least not shrink. Speaking of blissed out…”

* Making his partner orgasm through whatever means he can, leads to the most impressive growth. An average of 0.05% per orgasm

“I think the Bethany says the math works out to about 20 orgams per 1% of growth.”

“I don’t understand, at the lab they said I was achieving…” Jenny cut him off

“Without just that. You also had the parade of hot young things coming in and flirting and batting their eyelashes, touching you provocatively… then helpfully giving you mindless dogsbody work to help you feeling like good, owned, hard working little drone that you long to be. Obviously we don’t have the resources to do that all here. I would guess, if it was just you and I… well my sex drive is high but half a dozen orgasms every day… I think you’re gonna need to get really good at it really fast. So, depending on some other factors, you’l grow maybe 2% a week. Plus whatever we can do with this other tease method. Plus there’s bound to be other stuff…”

The words hung unspoken in the air. 2-3% a week meant it would take something like a year to double in size. Then another few months after that to reach Jenny’s target minimum, 8 inches. Jenny could feel the tension in the air, heavy and unsteady, like a poorly moored boat battering the pear.

“I’m not going to cheat on you. If we did want to open the relationship we can have that conversation. But I wouldn’t worry. But for as long as you have a cock between your legs, that’s the only one I’m going to fuck.” The fact they had, in fact, never fucked filled Jo with a cold, deparate need to please Jenny at all costs. Was my virginity just a toy to her, knowing I was hers and hers alone, rubbing my face in it… getting off on the fact I’d do almost anything for her.

When we got back, I sat down shell shocked at the table, nursing a can of soda. Jenny came over and began rubbing my back, nibbling gently at my earlobe. Then she whispered ‘I hope it was ok… that I touched Jake’s cock. None of the girls could resist, if that makes you feel better. And do you know what I bet would feel better? I could let you get completely naked, cage and all, and you could cook for me and I could edge you while it simmers…”

—

Moments later they were clawing each others clothes off, till they were both near naked – Jo still wearing his chastity belt, Jenny’s, her pendant. Between her huge tits hung the key that could unlock him and release him a second. His body was shaved smooth, he looked small and weak and scared. Looking at the two of them together, it was easy to imagine Jenny physically overpowering Jo. But on this occasion she only needed to hold the key against the device to unlock it. The device was intended to be one size fits all, but Jo was getting small now that the cage practically dropped off the moment the key touched the reader.

Jenny looked for a moment and then blinked. Jo’s dick wasn’t even slightly hard and so could easily have fit under her thumb.

She suppressed a laugh and pinched it between thumb and forefinger, teasing and caressing it more like a clit than a dick. Within maybe 30 seconds Jo was rock hard, so hard that Jenny had to pull away in a snap motion in case he came.

“Cook me dinner” she commanded in a voice that emanated confidence, that expected to be obeyed.

Jo made them beef, bacon and chorizo bolognese. Periodically I would come back over and stand just close enough that Jenny would very gently tease his tiny dick with just one finger, barely looking up from her phone the whole time.

The food was delicious, and as soon as they were done, Jenny grabbed Jo by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. He went down on her for like 90 minutes, every orgasm harder than the last. When she climbed off him she traced the outline of his penis with her finger.

“Do you feel like you’ve earned it?”

Jo nodded, sensing a trap

“That was the bare minimum. Keep working at it and maybe someday…”

She pushed his achey, weak cock back into the cage and locked it tight. Then she held him tightly from behind – the big spoon to his little one. When he was sure she would be asleep he carefully reached for and checked his phone.

A ‘Persistent Endorcine Realignment Event’ was what Lovecore called it when there was a big enough change in the body chemistry to make someone’s dick get bigger, or smaller. Lustcore, keen to see what even small, forgettable incidents could do to their patient’s systems, was recording size change data with extraordinary precision. He loaded up his copy of the Lusctore remote management app to check his progress.

This morning Id been 3.35 inches erect, which the app also helpfully reported was 8.509 in centimetres. That his last full erection was a few hours ago, and last orgasm a week before that. How simping for Jenny had made him lose nearly 10% of his size… but that it all came back, with maybe a millimetre or two extra, after he was a good boy for Jenny.

He’d made her cum 6 times tonight. So that’d be 0.3%… he was now 3.44″. He felt pathetic for being proud of those numbers, that tiny victory.

It went on this way for a couple of days, Jenny teasing and exploiting him. She did this partly because it’s what the G31 advice told her to do – he was at his most confident and growthful while serving – and partly because some part of her felt it an obvious truth that she was out of his league. She was doing him a favour just by being around him, even if it was just to fuck with his head. And he knew the same.

Then Tiffany came back. She’d been staying at Lustcore the last couple of days. Jenny and Jo hadn’t been expecting her so soon, and so she walked in on quite a scene. Jo was kneeling in a frilly french maid outfit in front of the couch, pressing his face into her as she spread her legs. Both of them too lost in what they were doing to notice they were no longer alone.

Tiffany tiptoed into the bedroom, contemplating the opportunities that were now available to her. Did Jenny even really know what she’d got? How useful Jo could be to both of them.

That next morning, when Jo came down to get coffee, Jenny and Tiffany were already sat at the kitchen counter, a spread of breakfast foods. Though they were both still in their pyjamas – which consisted of a two-sizes too small, soft pink, beach ball smuggler t-shirt that wasn’t quite long enough to cover her black lace thong on Jenny’s side, and an incredibly elegant soft blue neglige for Tiffany. Both outfits forced you to be careful where you looked, even if certain assets were being pretty emphatically displayed.

“Good morning Jo” Tiffany smiled up at him with hunger in her eyes “Jenny and I have got a proposition for you…” the women gestured to the seat opposite them, and Jo tried to control his breathing. He was certain in that moment that he would have done anything they wanted. He tried to keep his voice steady.

“Good morning, Ms Thorne and Dr brook, what can I do for you?”

*****

Opening Up… (New)

“Good morning, Ms Thorne and Dr brook, what can I do for you?” I tried to sound stoic and professional, but my balls were tightening against my body, tingling, shrivelling as they so often did when I was in the presence of beautiful, powerfully imposing women.

Silence balanced delicately in the air as I stared back and forth between them. Then, in unison, they burst out laughing at me.

“You’re such a sweet, nervous little dork” said Jenny and I felt my gut twist. ‘Dork was exactly what girls like Jenny called me in high school. And then, just like now, some part of me pulsed with excitement to be getting any kind of attention “Sit down. And don’t look so scared. You’re going to like this idea.”

“You’ve seen the numbers” Tiffany took over, cutting straight to the chase “If nothing changes, The trial will be over by the time you’re even half way to your target size. And Lustcore are not a charity – we will not be handing out free samples. Assuming the drug gets FDA approval – which it will, we know the right people – that process itself could take years… and, just between us, Lustcore will not be making G31 a price accessible product for all consumers. Perhaps some time down the line, when we’ve milked all the rich assholes, we’ll introduce a generic version. But again, that’s years from now. I ran the math. Assuming you don’t have another run-in with someone like Mr. Armstrong – Jake. You remember, the cocky, so-arrogant-its-sexy guy with an 11″ dick?”

She paused, as though it was not a rhetorical question. I glanced back and forth between the two gorgeous women’s faces. Jenny licked her lips and smiled a little to herself before looking me dead in the eye, both knowing the other was imagining Jake’s huge, heavy, sculpted cock.

“Y-y-yes” I stammered “Jake, I remember Jake. Really nice guy, wish I’d gotten to h- to hang-” Tiffany raised her palm and gave a small, curt wave, a polite signal to shut the fuck up that was somehow much more demeaning than the actual words ever could have been.

Tiffany had never acted like she hated me. More like she just… didn’t respect me. And I felt like I had no comeback. All of the women who lived in this house were so far out of my league I felt shy just being in the same room as them. Why would a gorgeous, imposing goth girl with huge tits and impeccable makeup want to waste her time interacting with me? Heck, what was Jenny – a nymphomaniac cheer captain type – doing with me as her bf, when she could have any man she wanted. My insecurity had gotten the better of me one night, and I’d asked her exactly that.

“The guys I usually date don’t appreciate me. Just like I can have any guy i want, the alphas, the real men, they can have any girl. You know how lucky you are, and you work for it.” The answer had stung at the time, but every word was true.

“Even making very optimistic assumptions, you would not achieve a 100% increase – that is, double up in size – for another 9-10 months. Jenny has made it clear that even this mass increase would be too small for her. To hit her target size, we are looking at over a year. Even if you did everything perfectly, and somehow Lustcore were convinced to keep supplying you past the end of the study… it wouldn’t be fair, would it Jo?”

I puzzled my eyebrows. Some of this certainly did feel unfair – I’d lost nearly a quarter of my size on their program, and I’d never gotten so much as an apology. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, frustration at how I’d been dealt one shitty card after another. Jenny passed me a tissue as I remonstrated about how badly I’d been treated, and how Lustcore had to do something to make it right.

“As outlined in the contract you signed – right here at this kitchen table, Jo – Lustcore admits no liability for abreactions or their effects. But I will make inquiries with Jake, see if he isn’t willing to at least offer his condolences. But what I really meant was that it’s unfair on Jenny. To expect her to wait at least a year, if not closer to two or three, to feel a real cock inside her again.”

I winced and felt myself leak at the same time, doubly humiliated that their little monitoring implant would record exactly how turned on I got, being spoken to like that.

“And this is all assuming the best possible conditions – your class attendance mandates have been waived until the study concludes, so you really could spend all day, every day, worshiping the ground she walks on. But Jenny has another life, real commitments and, if we’re going to be totally honest, she’d get bored of it quite fast.

“It’d get old suuuuper fast” said Jenny, idly checking her nails “I think it’d be cool some of the time, having you that weak for me. But 24/7? I think that seeing you that way for so long, I’d find it hard seeing you as a ‘top’ afterwards. As someone who could obtain what he wanted just rough the sheer, assertive force of his will. Plus, though I adore you being my pussy-worshiping pet, at some point the feeling of your cute,hungry tongue teasing my clit just makes me crave real cock.” That phrase again, making me feel leaky and emasculate “I have only so many ways for you to please me in a day, Jo. So this is how it has to be” she shrugged and for a soul splitting moment I thought we were breaking. I started to bleat simpering, desperate apology, but Tiffany wordlessly shushed me again.

“I’m certain you’ve made assumptions about me” Tiffany began, softly “the way I dress, the people I date. I often even introduce myself as a lesbian, because it keeps so many horny, annoying guys from hitting on me. The truth is, I’m pansexual, but men are… frustrating creatures. The few I have played with have been ultra-submissive, stress toys as well as sex objects. Some people have called me a misandrist, and perhaps that’s close enough to fair. I like being stronger than men. I like making them do whatever I want…”

Tiffany filled in some technical details. If I was equally dedicated to both her and Jenny, I could hit my target much faster. Plus, as one of the co-authors of the clinical trial, she could authorize tests to see if there were any angles they were missing. It took a minute to sink in. I’d be living with two Dominant, demanding women for the next few months… after which I’d be so hung I could fuck whoever I wanted to, whenever I wanted to,

Tiffany also explained some of what they’d learned, or inferred from other experiments.

“It’s not exactly that your sexuality is reversed. But what we believe has happened, essentially, is that some kind of natural selection process has kicked in. People misunderstand genetics on such a fundamental level… your genes want to reproduce as much and as widely as possible. But it’s also the case that you share 98-99% of your DNA with every other human on the planet. Your genes have taken an overall assessment of your weakness, your submissiveness, your social status and decided they’d rather you didn’t procreate at all. Let someone stronger, more virile, someone better than you breed. After all, most of your DNA will get passed on. Your body figures it’s better for you to get out of the way, and let real men do the breeding. This is why you’re scared of pussy, but love to pamper, worship and adore women. Your place in the sexual food chain is to… tend to the alphas’ stable, as it were. Satisfy us outside the bedroom – and with oral too – so we’re ready to be pounded by guys like… well, by guys who know how fuck.”

I had this sickly feeling in my stomach that she’d been about to say ‘guys like Jake’.

Tiffany went over it again, like I was a toddler who could not be trusted to understand the basics. My body craved humiliation and denial. There would be times when I would orgasm but not by my own hand. I would earn it, and it would not be the kind of sex women give alphas.

“What about when Nikki and Rita get back…?”

“They’re on some kind of cultural studies trip. They’ll likely be gone most of the rest of the year. And if they did come back early, Lustcore is under a legal obligation to keep your data private. Need to know only.”

I gulped, once again preparing to give over my power to these fearless man-eaters. “Where do I sign?”

“Oh, we took care of that. Technically, you see, though we needed a load of waivers from you, to give us the power to make certain choices on your behalf. But our client, technically, is Jenny. It’s not your little problem we’re tying to cure… it’s hers.”

Jenny looked at me and smiled.

“I love you so much, there’s just this one little detail I need fixed so we can have the perfect relationship. And if this is what it takes…” She fluttered her eyelashes at me, and a ‘thank you’ slipped out before I realised how pathetic it made me sound.

“Oh, except… I need you to sign here. It states you and Jenny have agreed to relax your rules around monogamy for the purposes of this trial. As you can see there is a clause here that specifies the other party must be employed by Lustcore, and/or of a different gender than the existing partner. So you and me can play, because I work for Lustcore. And Jenny and I can play” – they shared a knowing smile, though I could not read whether it was anticipation or nostalgia – “and she could also play with some other member of staff, as long as they’re not a guy. Likewise, you can’t just go get laid by some random woman. But if Lustcore decides one of our employees will get you good results, it’s effectively mandatory. And you’ll have noticed, I’m sure, that Lustcore only have women members of staff.”

Jo hadn’t noticed till that very moment But it made sense – the frustrated wives and lovers were, effectively, the clients. It was a business being run for women, by women.

“So she could have sex with any of the women who work for Lustcore, whenever she wanted.”

“Or any woman, really. The ’employee’ bit is so Jenny knows you’re not going to go off and give your cherry to some random girl. And the gender part is for you and your insecurities. Even if we hired Jake tomorrow, Jenny wouldn’t be able to fuck him” Jenny made an exaggerated pouty face, then winked at me. There were a lot of really got women working at Lustcore. As I signed I wondered, hopefully whether they might let me watch, or at least tease me with details.

*****

Code… (New)

The next morning, Jenny had class, Tiffany was working from home, and i was playing on my laptop on my/Jenny’s room. It took me a moment to notice Tiffany, huge in her spiky heels filling the doorway, wearing nothing besides the fuck-me pumps, black leather stockings and a corset. I was on my laptop in be and she climbed in beside me, running her sharp, blood nails back and forth over my smooth abs. I was skinny but I knew my body well enough to know I was cute, albeit ‘in a femboy kind of way’ as multiple past partners had now told me.

I awkwardly kept playing, too nervous to do much else. Tiffany gently rolled the tips of her nails down my torso and slipped her hand between my legs. She cupped my balls and giggled “I can unlock you, you know”. Her tone was conspiratorial, and I felt myself twitch.

The keys were electronic – technically I could be unlocked remotely if the keyholder knew the passcode – and so could be any shape or size. Tiffany’s was a ring, which she held against the reader. The moment the electric lock was deactivated, the cage slipped off smooth as silk.

“You’ll either need to grow real fast, or get you a smaller cage. Though I guess ‘both’ is good too.

“You know you’re the smallest guy Jenny has ever fucked. I mean technically she’s never fucked you, but she’s doing you such a huge favour. A guy like you… she’d barely feel it, and it would be over in minutes. Girls do that for guys all the time – pity pussy. But we resent it, and the guys don’t even know we’re doing them a favour. But you do. You’re very grateful. She was running the very tip of her little finger up and down the soft underbelly of my dick. It felt amazing. An enemy one shotted me and I died – twenty hours into a roguelike run but omg did I not care.

She was incredibly gentle and light in her touch, which made it all the worse. I felt like I was on the tip of orgasm for probably twenty minutes straight. Then Tiffany told me to go down on her. She laid on her back, pillow princess style, as I worked on her pussy, learning what it liked, what it didn’t, how to get it all worked up to the point where Tiffany would grab me by the hair and facefuck me to climax. Sometimes when I’m eating pussy, my mind goes totally blank. Nothing exists except me and the pussy I exist to serve. After her fifth or sixth orgasm she exhaled a deep breath of satisfaction, kissed me on the forehead and reached for her phone.

Maybe a minute later I got a text from Tiffany. It was a list of chores that needed doing around the home. “It’s not comprehensive. There is no deadline. But I have a feeling you’re going to do your best anyway. Oh except for this one… you’ll need to be home with these groceries by five so you can get dinner ready on time. Oh and just one more little thing… really it’s just practical and polite.” She reached into her bedside draw and pulled out a small, thin, pink butt plug. She rubbed it all over her wet pussy, getting herself so worked up as she slipped it inside herself that she instinctively grabbed me by the hair and used my tongue on her clit to get there. “Now roll on your front” the thought of disobeying never entered my head, as I felt her spread my cheeks and spit into my asshole. I had surprisingly little experience using toys on myself, and was pleased with how easily it slid inside me, though a little disappointed I couldn’t feel more. Once again, Tiffany was on her phone and within a few seconds I felt the toy expanding inside me, pressing against my prostate. “This is a new design we just brought out. It has GPS tracking, extra vital sign monitoring, and it can do this…”

She tapped something and the vibrator buzzed hard inside me, a quick, intense pulse.

“So if we want you for something and you’re in the other room or whatever, we can do this” once again she tapped a button. Four quick buzzes, a tiny pause, two more quick buzzes with a tiny pause between them, then short-long-short-short.

“Is that morse code?” I asked and Tiffany nodded “I… don’t know morse code.”

Tiffany smiled and ran her fingers through my hair “You’re gonna learn real fast. And if you miss a message, just clench” I did, and the pattern repeated. Now it was my turn to get out my phone, look up a translator and try to decode… four dots was h. One was e. the last one took me a minute but-

“Heel?” I asked

“Clever boy!” I felt both proud and utterly neutered at the same time “One of your jobs today is going to be learning a few of the commands we’ll use most often. And I want them learned by tonight. Jenny’s getting a controller too of course, and I want it to be a surprise gift.”

She gave me a special bottle of lube to use with it – regular lube would damage the resin – and sent me to start doing my chores. There was some fairly routine house maintenance – vacuuming, dishes, making the beds. Then the next task was to ready Tiffany’s sex toy collection. I plugged in her Hitachi, placed a bottle of lube on the nightstand by the bed and then…

As I pulled the huge, thick strap on out, it suddenly clicked. I was making preparations for their date night together. The strap on was huge, and reminded me instantly of Jake’s cock, mostly because of its sheer size but also because it was the same chocolate brown as the big man himself. I felt intimidated just touching it, and the thought of it being inside Jenny’s pussy later made me drip and ache. My heart was pounding so hard I didn’t even notice Tiffany come in.

“What happened? Your endocrine-” she stopped herself mid sentence when she saw me holding the huge toy “Damn. So it can happen with non-physical dicks too. This is the same kind of reaction you had to Jake’s cock… my app alerted me. We might be able to fix it, for now just leave it on the nightstand and go do the rest of your chores.”

I hesistated, dazed and shell shocked. Then a sudden zap snapped me out of it. The butt plug had delivered a short, sharp electric shock. I was on my feet a moment later, mumbling apologies.

“I guess I forgot to tell you it could do that” Tiffany said, giggling as I walked past them, desperate to leave the house and do the groceries, anything to not think about that huge…

I got an uber back home with the shopping. Jenny wouldn’t be home for another hour.

“Take a shower, then start dinner.” I noted with both delight and shame that she’d stopped even the pretense of making requests. They were simply orders now. I got my clothes ready and laid them out on the bed, then stripped down, threw the dirty clothes in the wash and put on a dressing gown. It suddenly occurred to me I’d been unlocked almost all day, ever since Tiffany released me. But I hadn’t even considered masturbating. Perhaps it was because they’d know if I did – the app could tell if I so much as got a semi – but I realised, on a deeper level, that I had obeyed because it was in my nature to. That I liked being denied.

I shaved what little hair there was around my tiny dick and balls. I’d noticed on big guys, shaving made them look even more impressively hung. With me it just looked like I had a babydick.

I threw my bathrobe back on and went into the bedroom. The clothes that I’d laid out for myself – a formal shirt and suit trousers – was gone. In its place was a subtle, slightly gothy black dress with fake buttons down the front. It looked like something a mid-twenties Wednesday Adams would wear, except for the pink lace trim around the edges. It was not a maid’s uniform. It lacked that tackiness. But, somehow, in being more subtle, more formal, more functional, it felt all the more humiliating. Like a uniform not a costume.

There was a knot twisted up inside me. I marched into the living room, head hung, arms limp at my sides.

“Tiffany, I need help.” I whimpered

“In these sorts of contexts you will call me Princess or Princess Tiffany. And you do not demand my help, you ask for it politely.”

Conscious of my slightly open bathrobe and my complete nudity beneath it, I screwed up my eyes and stuttered.

“Please Princess Tiffany, would you help me with… would you help me with my clothes.” She raised an eyebrow and followed me into the bedroom.

“Has this little puzzle stumped you? Has all this arousal without orgasm bimboified that already dim bulb inside your head? What is it you think I want.”

“You want me to put these clothes on. These… girls clothes.”

Tiffany waited, letting the silence hand awkwardly in the air.

“Princess I… please would you tell me I have to do it?” My voice was shaking and I worried I might cry.

Tiffany ran her hand gently through my hair. She was taller than me, and the act of closeness brought my eyes up close tight to her cleavage.

“Tell me what you’re scared of.”

I whimpered

“I’m scared… I’m scared Jenny won’t respect me any more, see me as a man any more.”

Tiffany pulled me in close, rocking me gently and whispered in my ear “I promise you, she won’t think any less of you after tonight. She already thinks of you as a total pussy. We all do. G31 was the last ditch effort to make you into a man, a real man. But it can only work if you play along. You were such a good gi- boy, eating my pussy this morning, doing all those chores. You grew all the way back up to 3.8″. Did you know that 3.7″ or less is called a ‘micropenis’? For a few days there, that’s what you had. But you worked so hard, you were so obedient… except…” though Jo couldn’t see her face, he felt certain she was smirking “handling my big toy – Marcus is his name, btw – had a big effect on you. We’re not really sure how big yet, because you’ve not gotten all the way hard since. You stopped being able to do that around women a little while ago, unless they tell you to. Well, right now I am telling you to pick up that pair of panties, slip them on and let your dick get rock hard for me.” She pulled back and stared him dead in the eye. The panties were pink and lacey, ‘boyshort’ style, and he was sure his ass would look cute and plump in them. Gingerly he slipped them on and began to get hard.

“Hmm… most of the way there. Here” she pulled her nipple out of the top of her corset and let me suckle “Maybe it would help you to know these are hand-me-downs. They belong – belonged – to me. Last time I wore them, I spent an evening with a very well endowed alpha male. When he fucked me at the end of the night, he didn’t even bother taking them off me – just pushed them to one side and plunged deep into my pussy. I love having my pussy eaten, but nothing can ever compare to cock.” I felt my erection getting stronger, like it was learning how to get hard again after so long in chastity “Get as hard as you want for me sweetie. When he was done with me – after his third orgasm and my fifth – I lay there for hours beside him, his hot alpha cum soaking into the panties you’re wearing right now.” I felt myself get instantly rock hard, the hardest I’d been in weeks, certainly since I started the G31 program.

Tiffany pulled out her phone and raised a single eyebrow. “Put the rest of the clothes on. Then I have good news and bad news.”

I was filled with a sense of relief that she had ordered me to do it. That thin layer or pretext – that I was only doing what I was told. The dress was a little snug but made my hips look good, and the padded bra gave me a nice overall shape. When I’d pulled on the stockings I stood to attention, waiting for what Tiffany would say next.

“One bit of bad news, two bits of good. The bad news is, seeing that dildo earlier had just as big an impact as seeing Jake’s cock. You were at 3.55″ when doing your chores. If you’d kept on at that rate all day, gotten the boost from worshiping Jenny too, you could easily have grown another percent or two. But you’re currently in the process of losing 20% of your size. You’re down to 3.23″ right now. In an hour or so, your penis will be just under 3 inches fully erect. Now for the first bit of good news. We did some research after what happened to you with Jake, and we believe we know how to reverse this. You just need to be extremely obedient this evening, and trust m. And for the last bit of good news” she stepped forward and ran her hands up my thighs and over my crotch “even rock hard, nobody can tell any more. You might as well just have a clit down there.”

I clenched every muscle in my body at once in a desperate effort not to cum. I just barely managed it. Tiffany giggled.

“Poor thing. I think you deserve a treat….”

She pulsed out three quick dots with the butt plug – an ‘S’ for ‘sit’. Jo dutifully did so, and Tiffany arrived back a few minutes later with her makeup kit.

To Be Continued…?

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