Read Part 1 Here

*****

Part 2…

Justin placed his little blue spoon down in the now empty little blue bowl. It was a smaller breakfast than he was used to, but somehow, he felt satiated. Maybe it was the knot in his stomach. The knot that started the day he and his mother got home from cup shopping. Or maybe it was after the subsequent family doctor visit. Either way, he wasn’t hungry anymore.

“May I be excused, Mommy?” he asked his mother, who was still shuffling about in the kitchen.

The sounds of plates and silverware moving around subsided for a moment as she took her hands out of the sink. Her arms were soaking wet up to the elbow in soap and water.

“Yes, honey. You may. You have to get ready for your online teacher anyway,” she replied.

“I wish I could still go to my normal school,” he groaned, semi-under his breath, but not so much that she couldn’t hear him.

“We talked about this sweetie,” she said. “That school is meant for big boys. Not underdeveloped little boys like you. Besides, you can’t wear your comfy diaper at a normal school, can you?”

“I guess not,” he replied, standing up from his chair, scratching at his waist, and slinking down toward the hallway.

“Remember,” she said after him. “Your diaper is a symbol and not to be used as intended. You know how to use the potty, so you use it. I’m not changing you.”

“I remember, Mommy,” he replied.

“Lastly,” she said. “After your online teacher signs off, you start the special class Mommy and Daddy made for you this afternoon.”

“Okay, Mommy,” he said, passing by the fridge and back down the hall.

His anxiety peaked at the reminder of this “new class” his mother had arranged. Ever since these changes started taking place: the diaper, the online classes, his change of wardrobe… everything that had happened since had been an escalating level of embarrassment for him. He wasn’t a little boy anymore. By all accounts, he was a grown-up. He was legally capable of making his own decisions. He could, technically, walk out the front door at any time and not look back. However, something inside him kept him there.

Something inside him made him WANT…no…NEED…to stay. Something inside his heart made him need to stay under his mother’s yoke.

Maybe it was her reaction while they were cup shopping, or her reaction afterward, or the experience at their family physician’s office an hour after that that made him long to please her, to regain his position. Something inside him had changed since that day. Something that made him long for her approval again, something that made him long for her affection, something that made him long to be close to her again.

As he entered his room, he took a few more steps toward his bookshelf, removing the workbook his new online tutor had sent him in the mail. It still had a pencil stuck inside it from where his last session left off. Until today, when school was over, school was over. Now, he was going to have something new to learn with his mother after class. The anxiety filled his body and made him shake. He thought back and remembered why this was all happening to begin with. It was happening at the recommendation of his family’s physician. The day his mother took him cup shopping.

*****

“I guess you can count yourself lucky,” his mother said, turning her car down a side street and looking at him in the rearview mirror.

As Justin and his mother pulled into the toy store parking lot, they quickly noticed that the store was closed and the lights were off. As she pulled the car up to the front of the building, Justin’s mother noticed a sign on the front and suggested Justin read it. Perhaps it would explain why the store was closed. When Justin returned to the car, his mother demanded he sit in the back seat. His front-seat privileges had been revoked.

“Remodelling,” Justin said, sliding into the back seat and fastening his seatbelt.

“I had some ideas about how to change things that will now have to wait. You’re lucky the store was closed,” she said.

Justin nodded to the eyes, looking back at him. His shoulders were hunched over, and there was a stirring feeling of guilt, mixed with anger, in his chest. He didn’t understand why this was happening. None of this was his fault, the way he saw it. The way he saw it, he never asked to be born. He never asked to be conceived, and he never asked to have the penis he has. It wasn’t his fault. He was convinced of that.

His mother turned the car again, this time down another street away from their house.

“Where are we going now?” he asked.

“While you were checking the sign on the front of the toy store, I called Cecily,” she replied.

“Cecily?” he asked, confused. “My old pediatrician?”

“She’s a doctor, Justin. She’s been looking after us for a long time. I told her I had an emergency and needed to see her right away, so she told me to come right in.”

“An emergency?” he asked. She couldn’t mean for him.

“You don’t think your ‘situation’ is an emergency?” she asked, with a twinge of mockery in her voice. “I certainly do! My entire world has been turned upside down, and I need to know how bad this really is.”

“Mom,” he whined, eager to appeal to any sense of maternal instinct she might still have for him. “Please! I said I was sorry. I don’t know what else I can do. Please! Please don’t take me to her.”

“We’re going, Justin,” she replied angrily. “This is serious.”

He opened his mouth again, but the words never passed his lips. They got stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t get them out. Something inside of him caused them to freeze and ball up in his mouth before he had to swallow them back down forcibly. With each swallow, the anxiety began to grow inside his heart, chilling him to the bone and making him shake.

The car pulled into Dr. Cecily’s office with a thump as it hurdled the curb. Justin’s mother pulled the car into a nearby parking space before shutting off the engine and removing her seatbelt.

“Get out and follow me,” she said, exiting the vehicle and slamming the door behind her.

Justin did as he was told, following suit and hugging his mother’s heels as she led him into the waiting area. The perky, young receptionist looked up when the pair entered and greeted them.

“Good afternoon! Welcome to Dr. Cecily’s office. What can we do for you today?”

“We’re here for my son, Justin,” his mother replied. “The last name Erickson.”

“Right,” the receptionist replied, looking down at her screen and then back up again in confirmation. “We have you right here. A pelvic exam, correct?”

“Mom!” Justin squealed, suddenly realizing what was about to unfold.

“Quiet!” His mother barked back to him before turning back to the receptionist. “Yes, that’s correct.”

“Alright,” the receptionist replied. “You’ll be in exam room two to your right, and the doctor will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you,” his mother said before motioning for Justin to follow her.

Justin shifted uneasily on the examination table, the paper scrunching and crunching underneath his butt. A sound he didn’t know at the time. He’d be getting used to hearing. Before long, the door opened, and Dr. Cecily walked in.

Dr. Cecily Armstrong was a family friend before she was a doctor. She and Justin’s mother had gone to college for their undergrad together before Cecily went to medical school. Before Justin existed, Cecily and his mother were as close as two people could be without being blood relatives. They still spoke on the phone socially and had girls’ nights whenever the two could find the time.

Cecily, like Justin’s mother, was gorgeous. She had natural, long brown hair, perfect milk-colored skin, and a body that could make a porn star weep. She was what they called ‘skinny-thick’ with an hourglass shape. She wore a long, white doctor’s jacket with a smart, low-buttoned blouse underneath and a knee-length, black skirt. Justin tried not to look at her too much when she entered, but the small glances he did take didn’t go unnoticed by his mother.

“Connie!” Dr. Cecily said, setting down her clipboard and reaching out for a hug. Justin’s mother returned the hug, mustering what enthusiasm for the situation she could before letting go.

“Hi, Cess,” she said. “Thank you so much for seeing us on such short notice.”

“No problem at all!” Cecily replied. “You know I’m always here for you. So, what are you here for today?”

Cecily turned her attention toward Justin, knowing he was eighteen and expecting him to answer the question himself, but his mother interjected.

“We have a problem,” she said. “I took my son shopping for a cup today. You know…like…for sports…”

“Mom,” Justin pleaded. A meager attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. “Please, stop.”

“It’s okay, Justin,” Cecily replied. “Just let her talk.”

“Anyway,” his mother continued, “ we went shopping for a cup, and Justin couldn’t, um, fill any of them.”

“What do you mean by fill?” Cecily asked.

“You know, he couldn’t fit in any of them, even the ones made for kids much younger than him.”

“Oh?” Cecily replied before it clicked in her head. “Ohhhh! He couldn’t fit in them!”

“No,” his mother replied. “We tried them all. The smallest ones they had were still too big.”

“Are you kidding?” Cecily replied. “That seems odd.”

“That’s what I said,” his mother replied. Now I’m concerned, and we were hoping you could give him an exam and see if everything is normal down there.”

“So you haven’t ‘seen’ him yet?” Cecily asked. “I mean, there might not be a problem down there at all?”

“No, I haven’t,” Justin’s mother replied. “But it certainly seemed like a problem at the store, so I panicked, and now we’re here.”

“Please,” Justin pleaded again. “Please, Mom! Dr. Cecily! We don’t have to do this…do we?! I mean—”

“Justin!” Dr. Cecily said in a calming tone, cutting off the last part of his plea. “I’ve known you since you were a baby. Trust me. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Okay? This will be painless. Just a quick peek, and it’s over.”

Justin couldn’t stop shaking. He had never had his penis out in front of anyone before. Now, he was going to get it out in front of his doctor and his mother’s closest friend. This whole thing was amassing quite a bit of anxiety and trauma inside of him. He wasn’t familiar with feelings of insecurity about his size. This was all new to him. Now, it had been shotgunned to the forefront of his consciousness.

“Before we begin,” Cecily said, sliding her chair over to the countertop and removing some examination gloves from the disposal above the sink. “I’m going to have to ask you to step outside, Connie.”

“What,” Justin’s mother replied. “Me? Why?”

“Well,” Cecily replied. “I mean no offense, but your son is eighteen. He’s an adult, and he’s privy to doctor-patient confidentiality.”

“I would like to stay,” she replied. “I need to stay.”

“I’m sorry, Con, but unless Justin gives you permission, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”

Dr. Cecily and his mother both looked up at him. The decision was his. Finally, he was regaining some semblance of control. The feeling washed over him like a warm blanket. It was comfort. Comfort in regaining some amount of stability in what had quickly become an unstable day.

“She can stay,” he said.

He coughed as the words came out of his mouth. Why had he said that? He had it! He had the control back, and he gave it away. The feeling made his stomach turn. The words had come out involuntarily like he’d spoken them before he was promoted to speak.

“Alright,” the doctor replied. Stand up, young man. Let’s examine you.”

Justin reluctantly slid off of the examination table. His arms were folded and tucked under his chest, pushing on his belly just above his belt line. His stomach was in knots, and a sudden nausea washed over him. Rolling over his body from his head down to his toes and back again. It was happening. It was really happening.

“Go ahead and drop your pants, honey,” Dr. Cecily said, waiting patiently and pulling her glasses up to her nose.

Justin could feel his hands loosen and begin reaching for the button on his jeans. Before he knew it, it was unclasped. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband, getting both jeans and underwear at once. He took a deep breath, looked longingly at his mother, closed his eyes, and pulled down.

For a second, there was silence. For a second, there was peace. For a second, just a second, he felt like there was nothing wrong. Half a second later, the cold air in the office wrapped itself around his exposed penis and testicles. He felt his private parts enter the room, and he pinched his eyes even tighter. The reaction was delayed but was preceded by gasps from both women.

Justin heard the doctor’s chair wheel back just a bit, and something tip over that sounded like it was made of glass that didn’t break. He slowly opened his eyes to find his mother had knocked over a jar of throat swabs. Her other hand was covering her mouth while her eyes were glued to the space between his legs.

He looked down and saw that Cecily had pushed back in her chair. Her eyes were widened, and her mouth was slightly agape. For a split second, they were just looking. Justin lowered his gaze to see what they were seeing, and there it was.

His penis.

From his angle, it was just a cockhead. A small cockhead. Like the golden-tipped end of an AA battery and just as thick. At the end of it was a small hole. The space around it was completely bare and hairless, but not by design. Justin had never had to shave a day in his life. Hair just never grew there. Beneath the head of his penis was a small, tight sack. It hugged his body so snugly that if it weren’t for the two small balls inside, it’d be a miracle anything could fit in it.

“Oh…my…God,” Justin’s mother muttered. Justin, I can’t… I can’t even… There are no words.”

It took Dr. Cecily a second before she could muster the enthusiasm to attempt to diffuse and throw cold water on the situation.

“It’s okay, Connie,” she said, looking at Justin’s mother reassuringly. “Everything is fine. Let’s just take a second to relax. It’s okay.”

“Cess!” she exclaimed, panic and tears starting to form on her face. “How can you say that?”

“Connie, listen to me. It’s okay,” Cecily continued, standing to comfort her friend while Justin stood in the cold office, exposed and alone.

“What am I going to do?” his mother cried. “What are we going to do? This is… This is bad, Cess!”

“It’s not good, Connie. I won’t lie to you,” Cecily said, pushing a Kleenex up under her friend’s nose. “It’s not the end of the world, okay?”

“Well,” she said. “What’s the…like…what’s the prognosis? Is that the right word?”

“Okay. So—” Cecily said, sitting back down in her chair and glancing back toward Justin’s exposed penis.

Cecily suddenly changed her demeanor. Justin’s ‘adult patient privilege’ no longer seemed to carry any weight with her, as her attention was solely on Connie.

She continued. “We have minimal, if any, genital or phallic development since birth,” Cecily said, reaching back for her clipboard and leafing through the pages. “It appears that puberty never took place or, at least, didn’t produce the hormonal response that it was supposed to.”

Cecily stood up, walked to a side wall, and pulled on a string attached to a roll-down diagram of the male physique. It was an exploded XRAY diagram showing an average-sized penis and the inner workings of it.

“During puberty,” she continues, gesturing to applicable locations on the poster. “Hormones produced by boys, typically ages 11-14, trigger growth development in both the penis and testicles. Typically, but not in this case, the penis lengthens, the testicles grow, and hair begins to form in the public area. It appears as though none of that happened with your son.”

“I don’t understand,” Connie said. “How does it NOT happen?”

“We can’t know for sure,” Dr. Cecily replied. “We’d have to run some tests, which I can’t do today.”

“Can it still happen?” Connie asked, hopefully. “I mean, is there a chance he’s just a… what do they call them? A late bloomer?”

“Ehh,” Cecily groaned. “It’s unlikely. If puberty were to happen, it would definitely have happened before now.”

“So what?” Connie exclaimed. “He just…IS this way? Forever?”

“I’m afraid so, Con,” she replied. “I’m sorry. In the medical field, we have a term for this. Are you familiar with the word micropenis?”

“Oh my god,” Connie cried. “Does he have that? Is that what this is?”

“Oh no,” Cecily replied. “A micropenis is slightly larger than what Justin has. A micropenis is an adult penis that is less than 1.25” when flaccid. Justin is well below that. I can tell just by looking at it. When we take overall volume into account, it places him in a new bracket. It’s a relatively new term in the medical community and still under review, but Justin has what we’re referring to as a nanopenis.

“Nanopenis!” Connie gasped, clutching the Kleenex to her nose.

“Yes,” Cecily replied. “Overall volume is taken into account. What Justin has is almost…well…not clinically possible. I apologize, but when I said he didn’t have anything I hadn’t seen before, I was wrong.”

“Wait,” Justin exclaimed, his heart raging and beating out of his chest.

“Quiet!” his mother snapped. “You have nothing…NOTHING to say right now. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mom,” he said, timidly drawing back inside himself.

Cecily stood up, wrapping her arms around her crying friend again, consoling her in the best way she could at the moment.

“I’m sorry, Connie,” Cecily said. “I really am. It’s going to be okay.”

“What am I supposed to do, Cess?” Connie wept. “What am I supposed to do with him now?”

“Well, honey,” Cecily said. Do you want my medical opinion or my personal opinion?”

“Both,” Connie said.

“Well,” Cecily continued. “Medically, there’s nothing we can do. Prepare him for his life and send him on his way. Now, personally…”

“Personally, what?”

“Personally, there’s an opportunity here,” Cecily said.

“An opportunity? I don’t understand,” Connie replied, her ears perking up at attention.

“This,” Cecily said, gesturing to the space between Justin’s legs, “ is a deal breaker. You know as well as I do, Connie, that he’s not going to make it in the real world. You know he can’t go out there with that to offer.”

“I know,” Connie said, tears rolling down her cheeks again. “That’s what I’ve been afraid of this whole time.”

“It’s okay,” Cecily continues. “I’ve been with men in similar, not the same, but similar situations. Men with small dicks, they were made specifically to be controlled by women. Women like us, Con. Look at how quiet he’s been since you snapped at him. He doesn’t have the testosterone to fight you. He doesn’t have the will to resist you that a big cock provides. He’s weak. He’s timid. He’s submissive. Keep him that way, and you’ll have control for as long as you want it.”

Justin’s mother looked up from her friend’s face, glancing over at Justin, still standing there, naked and afraid. A smirk slowly started to form on her face. An idea was taking hold. A revelation was starting to form.

“Control?” Connie said.

“Yes, Con,” Cecily replied. “Control. Keep him docile. Keep him embarrassed, and he will be devoted to you for life. Look at him. He’s pathetic. His cock is otherworldly. Boys like him are dying for attention from women like us, so dangle it in front of him. Tease him with it. Tease him with the idea of the possibility that you MIGHT reward him with your affection, and he’ll never stop chasing it. Never.”

Justin’s mother took a second to contemplate this. Justin could see the wheels spinning in her head. She was slowly taking in and considering the possibilities. He could see in her eyes that the idea was starting to ignite a fire inside of her.

“Have you considered chastity,” Dr. Cecily asked.

“Chastity?” Connie said, interested. “Like keeping him away from girls?”

“Well,” Cecily replied. “Yes, you should keep him away from girls. Of course. But I meant chastity. Like a cage?”

“No,” Connie replied. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“A chastity cage is a small device that fits around the base of the penis and testicles. It comes with a lock and key, so he can’t touch himself unless you permit him and unlock him from it. I’ll send you some literature,” Cecily says before looking back at Justin’s penis. “Shit, Connie. I would write you a prescription for one if I could.”

“A chastity cage. Hmm, that sounds like just what he needs. Oh, but what about his father?” Connie asked. “What if his father isn’t supportive?”

“You told me Mike was hung,” Cecily replied. “Use him. Use him to teach your son his place in this world. I’ll send you some information. There are some very good techniques to help mold boys like him. I’m actually jealous of you, Connie. You’re in a very good spot.”

Connie started to smile, looking at her friend and mouthing “thank you” before placing her head on her shoulder. The two let go of each other, exchanging a smile.

“Do you want to see how easy it is?” Cecily asked Connie, who returned the question with a nod.

“Okay,” Cecily said. “Just watch.”

Cecily snapped back into her chair, sliding it across the floor until she was back in front of Justin, still naked and exposed. Cecily lowered her glasses to the tip of her nose and batted her eyes at him seductively.

“So, Justin,” Cecily said. “Do you like girls? Do you like the girls at school?”

“Um,” Justin said, looking up at his mother.

“Answer her,” his mother said back.

“Um, yes, Dr. Cecily. Yes, I do,” he said timidly.

His arms were folded under his chest and starting to shake again.

“That’s why you were trying out for football, wasn’t it?” she asked.

Justin closed his eyes for a moment before gently nodding his head up and down.

“That’s what I thought,” she replied. “You want the girls the football players are getting… don’t you?”

Justin nodded again, never taking his eyes off of her.

“Do you know what they have that you don’t,” she asked, batting her eyelashes again.

“What?” he asked sheepishly.

“Those boys have big, long, thick cocks, Justin. They have big cocks that girls like. The kinds of cocks that girls are DYING to feel inside them. Do you know Tyler Miller?” Dr. Cecily asked provocatively.

“Y-yes,” Justin muttered. “He’s the varsity quarterback.”

“That’s right!” Dr. Cecily replied. “Well, Tyler is a patient of mine, and he was in just yesterday for a physical. Tyler has a HUGE cock, Justin. It’s 6” when it’s soft. I can only imagine how big it is when he’s hard. Tell me, when you look at your cock, is that what you see? Do you see a BIG cock hanging here?”

Dr. Cecily turned her attention back to his minuscule tip, jutting out from his pelvis with no visible shaft, before glancing back up at him seductively.

“N-no?” he said as if he wasn’t sure of how to answer.

“No, is correct, hon,” Cecily replied. “Very good.”

“Do you want to fuck those girls like the football players do? Do you want to fuck girls like Tyler does?” she asked.

Justin nodded again, completely enamored with the family physician in front of him—the same woman who’d known him all of his life and who’d always been so kind to him.

“Show me,” she said. “Show me and your mother how you would fuck them if you could. You know how, don’t you?”

Dr. Cecily reached up, taking his arms and gently forcing them behind his back. She held them there for a second as if to insinuate that he shouldn’t move them before placing her hands on his hips and pulling his pubic area forward just a bit until it was front and center.

“Go ahead, Justin,” she said. “Show your mother how you would fuck those girls if you had a big cock like your friend Tyler.”

Justin began slowly thrusting his hips forward. He started rolling his hips a bit like he’d imagined sex was done. Thrusting his small, battery-sized dick in mid-air. Thrusting it into nothing. With each thrust, with each movement of his hips, his cock began to grow. Slowly, an inch and a half of a small, thin shaft appeared until he was rock hard and pulsating. The head of his tiny member was red and swollen with anticipation as he thrust, imagining he was having sex. Imagining that he was like one of those boys at school, Dr. Cecily was describing.

“Good boy,” she said encouragingly. “See? Isn’t it fun pretending to have a big cock, honey?”

Justin nodded his head, thrusting into mid-air, dreaming of the girls at school he so deeply longed for.

“Open your eyes, Justin,” Dr. Cecily said. “Open your eyes and look at your mother.”

Justin followed her command, opening his eyes and seeing his mother looking back at him in disgust and excitement. He could tell. The look on her face was undeniable. She enjoyed the control Dr. Cecily had over him in such a short amount of time. She loved the idea of having this level of control over him.

“Do you like the idea of hot girls seeing your dick, Justin?” she asked. “Hot women, like your mother and me?”

Justin gulped before nodding to acknowledge that he did.

“Do you WANT the girls to know that you have a teeny, tiny, itty, bitty, widdle baby dick?” she asked, putting on a mocking baby-talk voice. “Do you want them to know like your mother and I know?”

Justin gulped harder and nodded again. Something was happening inside of him. A culmination of the entire transformative experience of the day. As he looked down at his doctor, whose face was inches away from the tip of his dick, he felt compelled to do whatever she told him. He would willfully follow any instruction.

“You DO have a small penis, Justin. The smallest I’ve EVER seen,” she said, still gazing up at him. “The smallest your mother has ever seen. Do you know that?”

Justin nodded again.

“Tell him, Connie,” Cecily said, looking back at her.

“Justin,” she said, choking back the excitement. “You have the smallest, most disgusting dick I have ever seen in my life. It’s embarrassing.”

“Say you’re sorry,” she said. “Tell me and your mother that you’re sorry for having a Nanopenis.”

“I’m—” Justin started before Cecily interrupted.

“Say you’re sorry because you know it’s all your fault. You know it’s not your mother’s fault. She would never have chosen this for you. And we all know your father has a huge cock between his legs. A man’s cock. So, this little thing, it’s all your fault. YOU are to blame for this. Now, say you’re sorry to your mother and me for having a Nanopenis, and I will put my lips on it.”

Justin gulped. There was a ball the size of a fist in his throat. He tried to form the words, but his mouth was completely dry. He fought for saliva, dying to have her lips touch his penis. He struggled and wrenched his body, pulling at every drop of moisture he had.

“I’m—” he said. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry, Dr. Cecily, for having a Nanopenis.”

Justin’s mother watched intently as her friend worked. The voodoo she put in her son was intoxicating to witness. Justin looked at her and saw how wide her eyes were. He saw how enamored she was with what was happening. He saw the desire in her eyes to emulate the woman commanding every last ounce of her son’s will and bending it to her every word.

Cecily smiled up at him again before looking back at his mother. She leaned forward until she was a fraction of an inch from his tip. Justin could feel her breath in the head of his penis. It was so warm and so inviting. He couldn’t control himself anymore. Before Dr. Cecily’s lips even made contact, a drop of cum formed on the tip of Justin’s cock, rolled down the head and dropped onto the floor.

Justin gasped in relief as the orgasm squeezed every muscle in his body before letting go, leaving him limp. As the orgasmic intensity began to fade, Justin’s penis slowly began to recede into his body. It shrank back until it was just a head again.

“That’s all that came out?” his mother asked, disgusted. “That’s all the cum he can produce?”

“Did you expect more from this?” Cecily asked, gesturing to Justin’s tiny, hairless coin purse. “I’m telling you, Connie, it’s that easy. You’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time.”

Connie smiled. A newfound revelation slapped onto her face. Justin had never seen such joy and such life in her before. She actually seemed excited.

“Thank you, Cess. I feel alive again. I was so worried.”

“I know, hon,” Cecily said. “Read the information I’m going to send you, and you’ll never feel that way again. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yeah, Cess,” she said. “I think I can.”

 

To Be Continued…

 

*This story has been edited by AI to fix spelling, punctuation, formatting errors, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Even with the limited editing done here, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed (That’s the author’s job). The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can publish it here.