Diary of a Dinky Dick
By Oggbert77.
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Today was my first day of school, and something strange and a little embarrassing happened. The school nurse called each student in one by one for physicals. Mine didn’t go so well. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally healthy, but the nurse had me undress fully for the examination. She saw my peepee. It was humiliating. She was pretty sweet about it, but she had this smirk on her face as she pitied me. She didn’t say anything, though, until the very end of the exam. “You are one healthy young man… although next time you see your family doctor, I recommend asking them to test you for micropenis.” When I asked her what that meant, she said I should Google it or just ask my mommy. Is my penis really that small?
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Dear Diary,
Today I found the courage to ask my mom about micropenises. As soon as I asked her what the term meant, she started giggling like a little girl, which made me blush a bit. “A micropenis is a very, very tiny penis, sweetie,” she explained. “Why on earth do you ask?” I told her the school nurse suggested during my physical that I get tested for it. I chose not to mention that, in the showers after gym class, I noticed I was way smaller than everyone else. I watched, blushing bright red, as she tried to suppress her giggles into a sympathetic look. She pulled me in for a hug and said, “Aw, sweetie, I’m sure your peepee is a totally normal size. If you think it will make you feel better, though, I can get you an appointment with the Doctor tomorrow.” So I guess I’ll know the truth soon.
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Dear Diary,
I just came back from my doctor’s appointment. It’s official, I have a micropenis, or as the Doctor also put it, “Baby Dick Disorder”. She said that essentially, my penis just never really grew since I was little. She even told me before I left that I have the “most hopeless case of baby dick she’s ever seen”! I was super embarrassed the whole appointment, but they were mostly really nice and comforting about it. However, as I was leaving, I heard all the nurses laughing together in their break room. I’m sure it was totally unrelated, but it still made me blush. On another note, I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my undersized dickie hidden in the locker rooms. The boys are starting to catch on to my constant turning away and covering up.
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Dear Diary,
My mom sat me down after school today and told me that things are going to change a bit with my new diagnosis. She wants me to embrace my micropenis and adopt a lifestyle that will help me build a healthy relationship with my tiny baby dick. Apparently, the first step is to exchange all my boxers for pink, girly panties. She says boxer shorts are way too baggy and manly for a boy like me. Mommy also found a support group online for “Moms of Micropenises,” and she wants to start taking daily measurements of my peepee to record and report my size to this online community of tiny dick caretakers. She even started a blog, takes a picture every day, and posts it alongside my measurements. In her posts, she uses the alias “Dinky” for me. Guess this is my new microdick life.
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Dear Diary,
During lunch today, some of my friends were gathered around this one kid, Danny’s, laptop, laughing. I went over to see what the fuss was about and was shocked to see one of the pictures my mom had taken of my baby dick on the screen! It was a snap of my boner measuring in at 3 inches (the biggest I’ve ever measured). My face flushed bright red, and my stomach sank as I began to panic in my mind. Danny bragged, “I found this crazy website while trolling Reddit last night! It’s basically a site for people with microdicks to like try and help each other cope with their baby weewees or whatever LOL, and this one lady even started a blog with pictures of her son’s DINKY wiener!” I watched as they all laughed and made jokes about my miniature penis, without knowing that its owner was standing right next to them. The pathetic object of their ridicule was hidden away in my pants, unbeknownst to anyone but me! Even my long-time friend and crush, Jenny, laughed and teased my wimpy boner displayed before us. Once I overcame the panic, I realized I needed to act natural to avoid further humiliation. So I tried to play along, laughing and even cracking a few jokes about the 3-inch boner on the screen. “Haha, what a funny baby dick!” My voice cracked as I openly mocked my own manhood. I think it mostly worked, but Jenny kept looking at me inquisitively, with a knowing smirk. Hopefully, no one suspects anything.
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Dear Diary,
Disaster struck today. I got stuck putting away cones after gym, so I came in to shower later than the rest of the class. Most of the other boys were already dressing. I started undressing and got into the shower, being stealthy as I usually do, but soon the rest of the class cleared out, and I let my guard down a bit. It was nice to be the only one in there, without having to worry about being seen for once. My serenity didn’t last long, though, because as I was rinsing out my shampoo, my petite peewee totally uncovered, I heard a voice say, “Whoa.” I quickly snapped my hands down over my micropenis and turned towards the voice, to see Danny standing there with his jaw dropped. He burst out laughing and said, “Holy shit! Your dick looks just like the one on that micropenis blog! Are you Dinky? No fucking way! That shit is wack!” I turned red and begged him not to tell anyone. I told him baby dick disorder is a real medical condition, and it’s not funny, but that just made him laugh harder! Eventually, he promised my secret was safe with him, and he left, but I don’t trust him. He’s a total bully and class clown, and now he knows my most embarrassing secret.
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Dear Diary,
So far, it actually seems like Danny’s kept his mouth shut, thank god! I’ve been so paranoid since that day in the shower, feeling like at any moment the whole school will be laughing at my shortcomings. On a brighter note, Jenny and I have gotten pretty close, and she asked if she could come over tomorrow for a study date. She actually called it a date! I couldn’t be more excited. She is so pretty and nice. I would just LOVE her to be my girlfriend! I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow. Wish me luck!
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Dear Diary,
My name is Dinky, and I have the most itty-bitty, teeny-tiniest little baby peepee in the whole wide world! All the other boys have such big manly cocks, but mine is just a shrimpy little nub. Their big dicks make mine look even smaller. When I see their big, fat, juicy cocks in the shower, I can’t help but wish I were them, instead of being a baby dick loser. No girl is ever going to want my dinky dick, especially Jenny! She deserves a real cock! A monster cock! One that can fill her up and make her feel good. My micropenis worships the ground she walks on. I have not been a real man! I wear little girly panties because my tiny tinkle is too dainty for real men’s undies. My mommy is my best friend because she is so lovely to my dinky winky baby peepee! And soon the whole world will know that I am DINKY!
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Dear Diary,
Oh my fucking god! Oh my god! Oh my god! What the fuck?! Oh my god! My life is OVER! I didn’t write that last entry, I swear! When Jenny came over to study, she swiped my diary off my desk! She was reading it aloud to all our friends at lunch today! I can’t believe she would do that! I thought she was the sweetest girl in the world, but clearly, even nice girls think baby dicks are hilarious! I just stood there blushing and crying while everyone listened to my accounts of being a little dick loser! They know about it all! They even know that the website and blog they were laughing at is full of my pictures! People kept coming up to me all day, the site pulled up, showing me pictures, and saying, “Is this really you?” Now everyone calls me Dinky! After class let out, Jenny came up to me before I went home and returned my diary. She gave a halfhearted apology and said she didn’t think it would go this far. She said that Danny told her about that day in the showers, so she just had to see what all the fuss was about. Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “It might be teeny tiny, but it’s also super cute”, which made me blush and pop a tiny boner in my shorts. It wasn’t until I got home that I saw the new entry someone had written! Somehow, reading it for the first time was the most humiliating part of my whole day. Who wrote it?! Was it Jenny? Was it Danny? Was it a group of my classmates all working together? I don’t know! But I’m ashamed to admit, before I wrote this entry, I kept rereading the humiliating mystery chapter while tugging on my micropenis with two fingers… And it felt weirdly good.
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Dear Diary,
Things will never be the same at school. Everyone knows about my micropenis, even the teachers! People are constantly calling me Dinky and baby dick and laughing at me in the halls. No one respects me as a man anymore. And get this! Jenny and Danny came to school today holding hands and being all kissy with each other! My crush and my bully are dating! This week has been such a nightmare, and that was the cherry on top of it all. I hate to admit it, but something about seeing them together makes my tiny winky stir to life. Nonetheless, I was furious, so I texted Jenny after school, saying, “How could you do this to me?!” And she replied with an image. The most mind-blowing image I’ve ever seen. It was one of my pictures from the Micropenis Moms Support Group, edited to be side-by-side with a picture of Jenny holding the most enormous cock I’ve ever seen up to her face! It was at least 3 times as long and twice as thick as my petite 3-inch boner. I could only assume it was Danny’s. Under the picture, I got one more message simply reading “Enough said.” I came in my shorts. I guess this is my life now, the life of a baby dick loser.
The End.
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