The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

I fidgeted in the waiting room of the ultrasound clinic, my heart pounding as I clutched the referral slip for my testicular scan. At 25, I’d dealt with the embarrassment of my micropenis my whole life, but this appointment felt like a new low—exposing myself to a stranger under bright lights. The door to the exam room opened, and in walked the sonographer, a stunning 26-year-old blonde named Lisa. Her white coat hugged her curves, the top buttons straining against her full breasts, and her tight scrubs accentuated her toned legs and round ass. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of professionalism and something playful as she glanced at my chart.

“Hi, Alex? I’m Lisa. Ready for your testicular ultrasound?” she asked, her voice smooth and confident. She led me to the dim room, closing the door behind us. “You’ll need to lower your pants and underwear, then lie back on the table. I’ll apply some gel to your scrotum and scan the area. It won’t take long.”

My face burned as I nodded, turning away to unbuckle my belt. I hesitated, knowing what she’d see—a tiny nub of a cock, barely an inch soft, nestled above my average-sized balls. I pushed my jeans and boxers down, kicking them aside, then climbed onto the padded table, my small dick twitching nervously in the cool air. I draped a thin gown over my lap, but it did little to hide the pathetic bulge.

Lisa turned back, her eyes dropping immediately to my groin. She paused, her lips parting in a subtle smirk before she composed herself. “Alright, let’s get started. Scoot down and spread your legs a bit.” She squeezed clear gel onto her gloved hand, warming it between her palms. As I parted my thighs, the gown slipped, fully exposing my minuscule penis. It lay there, soft and shriveled, like a little worm against my skin.

Her gaze lingered, and she let out a soft chuckle, which she tried to mask as a cough. “Oh… wow. That’s… quite small, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve seen all sizes in this job, but yours is really on the tiny side.” She pressed her lubricated fingers against my scrotum, gently lifting and separating my balls to spread the gel. The touch was clinical at first, but her words cut deep. “No wonder you’re here for a testicular check—maybe the doc thinks your little guy needs help producing what it can’t deliver.”

My cheeks flushed crimson, my tiny cock stirring slightly despite the humiliation, a betrayal that made it twitch to maybe half an inch. I stared at the ceiling, mumbling, “It’s… It’s always been like this.”

Lisa rolled the ultrasound probe over my left testicle, the cool device sliding smoothly across the slick skin. The screen beside us flickered with gray images, but her attention seemed split. “Always? Poor thing. Bet that makes things awkward in the bedroom. Do girls even notice it when you’re trying to… You know, get it up?” She switched to the right ball, pressing firmer, her thumb accidentally—or not—brushing the base of my pathetic shaft. It jumped at the contact, hardening just enough to stand out like a pinky toe.

“I-I don’t really date much,” I admitted, my voice cracking as arousal mixed with shame. The gel made everything slippery, and her proximity—her perfume filling the air, her breasts heaving slightly with each movement—only worsened it.

She laughed outright now, a light, teasing sound. “Can’t imagine why not. With equipment like that, who’d want to stick around for the show? Look at it—it’s adorable, really. Like a clitty more than a cock.” The probe circled my scrotum, capturing angles, while her free hand steadied my thigh, her nails grazing my skin. “Hold still. I need a clear view of these balls. They’re the only impressive part down here.”

I groaned, my micropenis now fully erect at its maximum three inches, throbbing uselessly. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, which only drew her eye. “Aw, is the little nub getting excited? From me touching your balls? That’s cute. Bet you cum quick with something that size—no stamina needed.”

She finished the scan, wiping the gel away with a towel, but not before giving my tiny erection a deliberate flick with her finger. It bobbed, sending a jolt through me. “All done. Your balls look fine—normal size, good blood flow. But that penis…” She shook her head, smirking as she helped me sit up. “Tell your doctor it’s the micropenis that’s the real issue. Maybe he can prescribe something to make it… noticeable.”

As I dressed, my face still hot, Lisa smiled. “Come back anytime. I love working with unique cases like yours.” Her wink made my stomach twist in humiliated desire, the encounter replaying in my mind long after I left.

 

The End.

 

 

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