The Final Diagnosis of Little Peter

By Nova.

It had been a little over a week since I gathered up the courage to ask my mother to make an appointment with Dr. John Kim, our general practitioner. “Honey, what’s wrong?” Is your knee straightening? she asked with such sweet sincerity.

I had initially planned to lie about why I wanted to see the Doctor. Still, the more I turned things over in my mind, the harder it became to ignore the creeping desire to bear my soul to him. I told him that in the four years since I hit puberty, despite the cracked voice, a sudden increase in height, and all the other telltale signs of impending manhood, I was deeply concerned about the apparent lack of development in my pants.

After an awkward moment, she had rushed to try to defuse the situation with a forced attempt at casualness and some offhand remarks about how “all boys worry about their penises” and “girls worry a lot less the size than the guys’, but she agreed that it would be good for me to speak to a professional for some peace of mind and made an appointment.

Now, as I sat uncomfortably in his car on the way to the clinic, I felt a mixture of nausea, fear, and a kind of intense excitement. Recently, my general excitement about all things sexual had morphed into a growing obsession with my penis, mainly the little thing’s failure to rise to adulthood with the rest of me. I couldn’t help but fixate on his size and his ability to satisfy a girl, imagining the looks of laughter and pity I would surely face if I ever exposed him.

Every time I masturbated, I ended up cumming in a state of ecstasy and confusion that quickly gave way to intense shame and embarrassment. I knew I was a lot smaller than the guys in porn, but that was a given. When I looked up penis sizes online, I was sad but not surprised to see that I was a little below average. However, I figured that since I was technically still in full puberty, surely there was something that could be done to encourage some growth.


When I arrived at the Doctor’s, my normally exuberant and chatty mother simply told me she would come back to pick me up in about an hour before getting upset and wishing me luck with a look of sheepish embarrassment on his face. I tried to make myself as small as possible, irrationally thinking that anyone who saw me would be able to tell why I was there just by looking at my blank expression. As I approached the reception, my heart pounding like a drum, I immediately recognized the receptionist. She was the daughter of a friend of my mother. Her name was Rachel. Even though she was a few years older than me, we played a lot when we were kids, but I probably hadn’t seen her in ten years at that point. It seemed like those years had been very kind to her. Her face lit up when she saw me.

“Hey, Peter, how are you? Haven’t seen you in ages? My god, you look so grown up! How is your mother?”

I told him my mother was good, and we made small talk before a lull in the conversation made me remember why I was there.

“So I’m here to see Dr. Kim. I have an appointment at eleven.”

“Oh, Peter, sorry, didn’t you check your email?” Dr. Kim is on leave so that Dr. Jenny will see you today.

“Oh, OK… Uh, I guess that’s good.”

To be honest, the idea of showing my small penis to a doctor I had never met seemed preferable to Dr. Kim. He was a nice guy, but I had known him most of my life, and for a reason, whatever, he always seemed a little uncomfortable around me.

“Oh, don’t worry about anything, darling,” Rachel said, sensing some hesitation in my response. “Dr Jenny is awesome. You will love her. Take a seat, and I’m sure she’ll be here in a few minutes…”

My heart stopped. Did she just say that?

As I waited and was sweating bullets, I could swear Rachel kept looking at me, but every time I looked back at her, she seemed to be looking at her desk. I was sure she sensed the change in my temperament. Since she had revealed to me that I would now seek judgment on my small penis from a woman I had barely spoken to, I had simply babbled a few monosyllables and slipped away to sit down.

I fought the urge to get up and leave, bracing myself for the idea that this was probably the best and safest place to show my dick to a woman for the first time. I thought she must be in her fifties or an older professional type. As I imagined what was quickly approaching, I felt a movement in my pants as my little Willy started to stiffen up. I took deep breaths and tried to calm down.

After a few minutes, I heard telltale footsteps in the hallway to the left of reception, and before I had time to look up…

“Peter Johnson?” Dr. Jenny’s voice was soft and sexy and unmistakably that of a relatively young woman.

I stood up obediently, giving her what I’m sure was a pretty pathetic smile as a hello, and followed her to the exam room. As we entered, she sat down at her desk, and for the first time, I took a good look at her. God, she was hot, not in an in-your-face way, but just in a really natural, girl-next-door kind of way. She looked to be around thirty and had shoulder-length mousy brown hair, blue eyes, and a Disney princess mouth and nose. She smiled kindly and motioned for me to sit in the chair across from hers. I accepted without a problem.

“So, Peter, it’s really nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Jenny, and as you probably saw in the email we sent to all of our patients here, I’m filling in for Dr. Kim while he takes leave. How can I help you today?”

I froze. As stupid as it sounds, I hadn’t really thought about what I was going to say at the time. I was just so engrossed in thinking about the moment of the exhibition itself.

“I, uh… Well, I guess that’s just… Like me,” I stammered.

“Peter, slow down and just take a second. I know it might scare people who come to the Doctor, but it’s a safe space, and I’m only here to help.”

“OK, I’ve just been a little worried about a couple of things going on with my development. Some things have changed, and some things haven’t, and I find it hard not to worry about it all the time,” I said.

Dr. Jenny sat in her chair. For a moment, she seemed a little lost for words. She didn’t expect the conversation to go this way, but she quickly regained her composure.

“OK, that’s totally normal, Peter. Everyone’s body is completely different, and some things just take a little longer than others to change. Now, what are you worried about that hasn’t changed?” she asked.

As she asked this question, I saw her gaze move, barely disguised, from my eyes to my crotch. The room was so thick with such obvious tension that I felt like I could barely breathe. Given that I was, at this point, a fairly well-built 6-footer with a deep voice and a healthy hint of stubble, it was obvious that the part I feared hadn’t changed, but I knew I was going to have to. Say it out loud.

“Well, it’s my…uh…my penis,” I said red-faced.

Obviously, the strain had been a little too much for Dr. Jenny too. She visibly relaxed a little at my sad admission before offering a smile and reaching across her desk in support.

“Peter, relax, it can’t have been easy, but well done for sharing. So many people have problems and worries that they sit on, and it only makes things worse. Now, one thing I know for sure about penises is that they really do come in all shapes and sizes, so chances are you’re too concerned about nothing serious.

“Studies show that a majority of men worry about the size of their penis from time to time, and that’s especially normal at your age. Now, as I said, penises vary wildly. Still, for reference, the average flaccid penis is about 3.5 inches, and erect is 5.5 inches. So, if you’re comfortable, I think we should take off your pants and pants, put you on the exam table, and take a look,” Dr. Jenny said.

My brain was trying to catch up with what she had just said – 3.5 inches flaccid, 5.5 inches erect. It suddenly occurred to me that while searching for penis sizes online, I had been in such a frenzy fingering my little dick that I hadn’t read the numbers completely. In my naivety and ignorance, I had simply seen the initial numbers and always thought they were tough ones. The gravity of this mistake slowly descended on my mind like a mental mudslide. I had always known I had a small dick. Still, since I had no brothers and had little opportunity to see other guys’ cocks since elementary school, I obviously had no idea how small it was.

Dr. Jenny pierced my stupor by standing up and walking over to the exam table, where she sat on a box of latex gloves. As I stood up like a zombie and slowly made my way to the table, I felt dizzy and light, but there was a knot in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t believe I was about to show this beautiful girl my tiny penis. Another thought struck me, and I realized how stupid I had been to shave my pubes. I’d always heard that it made bigger ones look bigger, but given this recent revelation, it struck me that it was unlikely that this effect would bless mine.

“OK, now it’s probably easier if you’re standing to start, so if you just come over here, I’ll pull up a chair, and you’ll pull down your pants and pants when you’re ready.”

She was trying to be casual, but I could tell by her breathing that Dr. Jenny was eager to see what I had in my pants. I stood right in front of the exam table, her in a chair facing me at crotch height. I took three concentrated breaths and unbuckled my belt before lowering my pants, then my boxers to the floor and standing up straight.

“Oh my God,” Dr. Jenny let out an audible gasp and brought her hand to her mouth.

My cheeks burned, and I blushed from humiliation as she stared at my small penis, soft and uncircumcised, barely protruding an inch from my shaved groin. Without speaking, she reached out and began to caress my balls. The feeling of a girl touching my scrotum for the first time sent shivers throughout my body, and I let out a small moan.

“Sorry, Peter, I just want to check your testicles to see if they have both descended correctly.”

Dr. Jenny spoke in a different way than before. I felt for a moment that she was trying to suppress the laughter, but as she continued to roll my balls with her fingers gently, I couldn’t help myself. Concentrate on nothing else.

“Your testicles feel nice and healthy, so well done,” she said condescendingly. “I’m just going to do a quick inspection of your penis, and then we’ll take some measurements.”

With her left hand still holding my balls and just the thumb and index finger of her right, she slowly began to retract my foreskin over the little pink head of my dick. The sensation had me hard in about 3 seconds flat, and before Dr. Jenny knew it, she had the tip of my erect penis in two fingers.

“Oh shit, I… Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I said, embarrassed.

“Peter, don’t even worry about that. I take it as a compliment,” Dr. Jenny said, this time with a note of humor in her voice. “Now, can I just ask, are you fully erect right now?”

“Yeah,” I almost whispered.

“OK, well, this seems like the perfect time to get a maximum length measurement of this little guy.”

Her use of the word ‘little’ sent a shock to my brain. She didn’t need to say it. She chose to say it. She had seen my penis, and she thought it was small. If possible, my dick got even harder as she stood up and walked back to her desk, where she grabbed a measuring tape before turning around and pausing to look me up and down. She came back, and this time, she knelt in front of my little willy, bringing the tape measure to the side and holding it there.


I stared straight ahead with the intense feeling that if my little penis got any harder, it might explode. I wondered why Dr. Jenny didn’t say anything, and then I heard it. She tried to stifle it at first, causing her to sniffle before giving in and dissolving into a beautiful mess of giggles and giggles. A wave of pleasure hit my entire body, and my knees buckled. I reached behind me to steady myself on the exam table. I let out a pathetic guttural moan as my dick shot six or seven ribbons of jizz onto the floor beside her.

The speed of my orgasm must have surprised her because the laughter quickly stopped. I looked down and found that she was looking straight up at my mortified face with a look of pity and affection. She quickly cupped my penis in the palm of her hand and massaged it soothingly as it began to return to its soft glans state.

“Well, Peter, at least we know it works quite well,” she said cheerfully.

When my breathing returned to normal, I began to feel a deep sense of shame and vulnerability. I knew it would be humiliating, but I didn’t expect to lose control so easily. Something about the genuine, uncontrollable reaction my small penis had provoked in Dr. Jenny had pushed all my buttons at once.

“I can only apologize for my reaction, Peter. I pride myself on being a professional, but this job can still surprise you sometimes,” Dr. Jenny said.

“Why were you surprised? Haven’t you ever seen one like mine?” I asked shyly, dreading her answer.

“Let’s finish gathering our measurements, and then we can talk for a bit. Now that it’s soft again, I can get a good flabby reading of the length and girth.”

She chuckled again as she took the next step, apologizing as she did so. I looked down and felt the knot return in my stomach as I noticed how incredibly small I looked in her hands, my now exhausted little penis noticeably smaller than Dr. Jenny’s thumb. Once finished, she asked me to sit on the exam table with my pants and pants still around my ankles.

“OK, Peter, now that I’ve measured you, I think I have a pretty good idea of where we are. You were right to come today because, unfortunately, it seems that things have not developed there as much as we would have liked,” she said.

I felt a lump in my throat start to form. My little penis started to stir again.

“Your flaccid length is 1.6 inches, and your erect length is 2.9 inches. Both measurements are significantly below average and definitely outside the range of what is considered a normal adult penis. Given all of this, I feel fairly confident in diagnosing you as having a micropenis. I think we should get a second opinion, of course, but given how far along you seem to be in every other area of your development, I think it’s very unlikely that your penis size will catch up.”

I was very confused. “A what?” I asked after a moment.

She sighed as if exasperated at having to explain it. “A micropenis—the word is derived from ‘Micro’ meaning tiny or extremely small, and penis. I don’t need to explain THIS word, do I?”

“So you say… I have a…”

“A small penis, yes. Here, let me show you,” Dr. Jenny said, taking out a laminated sheet from her desk. “This is an erection size chart. On the right, we have ‘huge,’ which measures over nine inches. Next, we have ‘Large,’ which measures 7-9 inches. In the middle is the ‘Average’ penis length, which is 5 to 7 inches. ‘Below average’ is 4 to 5 inches and 3 to 4 inches when erect is medically considered ‘small.’ Finally, anything less than 3 inches is pathetically tiny and is called a micropenis.”

I was stunned. This attractive, sexy Doctor was insulting the size of my penis. I had to defend my manhood. “Wait a minute,” I said suddenly, feeling emboldened. “I don’t think that’s true at all. I think I could please a woman in bed. You’re a doctor. There is no way to confirm that it is ‘scientifically impossible’ for me to please a woman!”

Doctor Jenny raised an eyebrow. “Ah, good? Is it true?” she asked skeptically, casually stacking her papers. “Are you really that confident in your ability to please a woman? In fact, have you ever had sex before?”

I felt a rush of adrenaline and bravado course through me. “I’ve definitely had sex before,” I exclaimed. “In fact, I’m SURE I could please a woman!”

But the truth is that I lied. I was still a virgin.

Doctor Jenny turned away from me, sniffling at my statement. She turned around slowly, and I saw that she was unbuttoning her blouse. I watched her undo each button until Dr. Jenny finally pulled the shirt back over her shoulders, allowing her huge double D jugs to bounce free. She looked up at me, smiling. “Well, if that’s the case,” she began slowly. “Why can’t you? I doubt I would even notice your little penis inside me. If you are so sure of your abilities, then prove it to me!”

She giggled as I stared in awe at her breasts. My little penis, meanwhile, was harder than ever, with no signs of sagging. Fortunately, my bravado hadn’t died down, so I quickly came to my senses and responded to Dr. Jenny’s comments.

“OK, so… Unless you want me to fuck you in your mouth, I suggest you bend over,” I said boldly.

I was very proud of my newfound confidence and assertive attitude. Still, it seemed not to affect Dr. Jenny, who just laughed and continued to undress. She carefully unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her shaved pussy to me. After removing her high heels, she leaned over the exam table and pointed her now completely exposed bottom at me.

“Well, Tiger?” She laughed at me. “Surprise me.”

I took a deep breath and nervously placed my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them slightly. Looking at her vagina, I thought it looked incredibly huge, and I started to wonder if I could really pull it out. My bravado was starting to fade.

“Are you going to do something with your micropenis, or am I wasting my time?” she scoffed, tapping her fingers impatiently.

I took another deep breath. That was it. I steeled myself and pushed my hips forward. My little dick was immediately engulfed in the slippery heat of Doctor Jenny’s pussy. I furiously thrust my hips as far as I could and felt the tip of my dick touch the throbbing walls of her vagina. I pounded my hips back and forth a few times, waves of pleasure washing over me, but after a dozen thrusts, I noticed she had picked up her phone and was looking at it.

“Come on, when are you going to stop slapping my ass and fucking me?” she asked, glancing at me. “Oh, don’t tell me you already put it in?”

So, I started pumping quickly in and out of her anus. She certainly noticed that! Then I began to grunt with pleasure as I resumed pounding her pussy, my arousal increasing with each thrust.

“Wow,” remarked Doctor Jenny. “Are you in all the way?”

“Oh yes, I am!” I declared happily, walking away. “You can’t say you don’t feel me now!”

“Oh, I can feel you, OK, it just feels like you’re sticking your thumb in my pussy!”

And there, I buried myself in her again, and a wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. I had an orgasm, and my penis tightened repeatedly as I pumped a load of cum into her pussy. Immediately after cumming, my erection faded, and my little dick shrank into my foreskin. I let out a deep breath, satisfied that I had fucked her as hard as I did. I looked at her, smiling as she turned her head to face me.

“Oh, so you got off. Your micropenis,” Dr. Jenny whispered.

I watched her tighten her pussy sharply, my cum spurting out as she did so. The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on,” I replied, still confident. “You’re just ashamed to admit that I fucked you as hard as anyone could have.”

Doctor Jenny’s brow furrowed in annoyance. “Peter, I’m starting to get annoyed that you really think you can please me better than any other man!” she growled. “What do you think? I’m going to go find a medical model and show you what a real man’s penis looks like, capable of satisfying women.”

A moment later, the door opened again in less than a minute. Doctor Jenny entered, holding something large and cylindrical under her arm. At first, I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was huge, at least six inches long. She walked past me and sat on her examiner’s stool, and I took a closer look at the object. It was a penis, and it looked exactly like mine but much, much bigger.

Dr. Jenny smiled as he pulled the replica penis out from under his arm and presented it to me comically, pushing it close to my face. “This, little boy, is a replica of an average penis. As you can see, it is six inches long and has a circumference of four and a half inches. It’s more than three times as long and twice as wide as your tiny penis.”

“But that can’t be true!” I shouted, suddenly intimidated by the rubbery object the Doctor had thrown in my face. “It’s WAY too big to be a real replica! You’re kidding me. I bet it wouldn’t even fit in a vagina!”

Jenny just smiled and laughed when I said that. “Ah, good? You don’t think he’ll go in me?” she cooed condescendingly. “Vaginas are DESIGNED for this size, Peter. Here, let me show you.”

My eyes widened as she hiked up her skirt, under which she was now pantyless after being fucked by me. She lifted her legs and spread them over my lap, giving me a clear view down her vagina. As I watched, she gestured to the replica penis, then to her vagina, and moved the replica to her now moistened vaginal lips. With two fingers, she spread the vulva slightly, then pushed the dummy inside. To my horror, the giant penis slid inside, and as it did, she released a soft moan. She began to slide the huge replica dick in and out of her pussy, faster and faster, sighing and panting as she did so.

It occurred to me that she hadn’t made any noises like that at all while I was fucking her. I then realized, without a doubt, that they were moans of pleasure. Doctor Laura was delighted with this six-inch dick, which meant she probably didn’t feel any pleasure from me. As I watched, realizing what this meant, my still exposed penis shrank even further into my body, leaving my shriveled foreskin as the only visible evidence that I even had a penis.

I watched, mesmerized, as the big dick slid in and out of her pussy. I glanced back and forth from the six-inch replica to my little penis, slowly realizing how tiny my penis really was. My thoughts were interrupted when Laura let out a loud, breathy moan and abruptly relaxed against the desk, pulling the replica penis out of her vagina.

She then placed the base of the replica against my crotch, next to my shriveled penis. “Are you still convinced that you can measure up, Mr. Micro-Dick?” she panted, smiling.

I blushed, humiliated and defeated. Dr. Jenny raised her other hand and poked my protruding foreskin with an outstretched finger. “Do you really think your penis is the average size?”

“I, uh, I don’t know,” I stuttered softly.

“You do not know? Well, I guess I’ll have to use the only method I have left to convince you,” she said.

“What…what is that?” I asked slowly.

Dr. Jenny looked at me mischievously. “I guess I’ll have to give you a second opinion. That’s what you do when you don’t like what your Doctor tells you. After all,” she replied after a moment.

The Doctor stood up and left the room once more. A second opinion? Was she going to bring someone else in to look at my penis? It was bad enough being naked in front of a doctor, but two…

I didn’t have time to think about it too much, however, because Dr. Jenny quickly returned with another woman, whom I immediately identified as the receptionist named Rachel, who had guided me to the exam room. I instinctively covered myself, grabbing a sheet of paper from the exam bed and holding it to my naked body.

“Oh, is it Peter?” the receptionist asked softly, in a high, friendly voice.

“Yes, Rachel, it’s your friend Peter. He and I had difficulty agreeing on whether or not he had a medical problem. So I thought this would be a great opportunity for you to practice,” Jenny replied, closing the door gently behind her.

“OK, Dr. Jenny,” Rachel began. “I’ve been told that the relevant area is your penis?” Could you please remove this covering?”

I froze, unsure of what I should do. I glanced between Dr. Jenny and Rachel, the receptionist.

“Well, honey?” asked Dr. Jenny, smiling. “You wanted a second opinion. We don’t have all day.”

I looked desperately at Rachel, but she also seemed to be getting a little upset. Finally, I glanced at the paper covering my crotch, took a deep breath, and pushed it aside. The room was silent for a moment, then Rachel burst out laughing. A full minute passed before she began to regain her composure. She continued to laugh as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Oh, my! Is that really your dick?” she exclaimed, bursting into another burst of laughter. “I see what you mean by ‘small problem,’ Doctor Jenny!”

Rachel walked over and knelt in front of my open legs. “Just… Crying. I didn’t know there were penises this small on grown men.” Rachel looked up at me, smiling but also seemingly surprised. “Have you ever… You know… Been with a woman? I mean, has a woman ever seen you naked?” she asked, glancing from my penis to my face in amazement.

I replied that I had never done anything with women and that I was still a virgin. Rachel burst out laughing again.

As Rachel looked at my little dick, I felt it start to harden. Sure enough, when I looked down, I saw that my dick was now fully erect and stabbing two and a half inches towards Rachel’s face. She reached out and pinched him between her thumb and forefinger, and her face came close enough as she examined him that I could feel her breath on my balls.

“You can play with it if you want,” Doctor Jenny’s voice came from across the room.

Rachel nodded slightly, then wrapped her mouth around my penis. She then pulled his head back, letting it slip past her lips. “Like a lollipop!” she exclaimed, laughing to herself as I stood there mute.

Rachel put her mouth back on my dick and sucked it hard, even biting a little. With each swirl of his tongue, I shivered a little at the immense pleasure I felt, and small sighs of pleasure escaped my mouth. I began to grunt as she brought me closer and closer to climax until I finally orgasmed, my penis convulsing suddenly as I ejaculated. After a while, Rachel moved her head away from my crotch and stuck her tongue out. There, pooled in the center of her tongue, was a single drop of cum the size of a dime. Rachel took a petri dish out of her pocket and lowered her tongue, letting the cum slide into the dish. She then raised her head and looked me straight in the eyes with an expression of pure contempt.

“Are you serious? A drop? Is that ALL you can do?” she asked. “My vagina makes more pussy juice than that, and I’m not even a squirter.”

“W-Well, I’ve been here before,” I stammered, but she interrupted me.

“That’s not an excuse,” Rachel interrupted viciously. “Most men are capable of cumming at least twice in a row!”

She leaned down and put her hand around my genitals. My penis was now flaccid and completely shriveled, but when she grabbed my package, a small trickle of pre-cum leaked from the folds of my foreskin. Her features twisted into a grimace.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “This is so… Pathetic. I don’t even know what to say.”

Her hand fell to her side as she stood. Doctor Jenny walked up beside her. “Well? What do you think?” she asked eagerly.

Rachel’s grimace disappeared, replaced by a smirk. “What do I think?” she repeated. “I think any man with a penis less than five inches is not really a man. I think little Peter should let go of the idea that he can ever please a woman with this thing. And I think it’s both the saddest and funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“But what do you think of my diagnosis?” asked the Doctor, rolling her eyes.

Rachel stopped for a moment, staring at my crotch. Then she looked into my eyes and smiled. “I think he has the most extreme case of micropenis I’ve ever seen, and I think he needs to come in once a month for treatment.”

“OK, so what do we do for my micropenis?” I asked, perking up at the word ‘treatment.’ ‘Can I be cured,’ I wondered.

Dr. Jenny looked confused and hesitated for a moment. “Well… There’s really nothing we can do about it. There is a fairly limited window of time for your penis to receive the growth hormones necessary for it to evolve from its pre-pubescent state to something more virile. I fear for you. I think that window is now closed. You’ll have this little penis for life.”

“You mean I’m going to have to deal with having a little boy’s dick forever?” I asked frantically, my cheeks turning red again.

“Oh, Peter, I know it’s upsetting, but you have to try to look at the bigger picture. Obviously, you will still be unable to please any woman,” Rachel said.

“But what about sex? How am I supposed to please a girl if I have a small boy’s dick?” I asked.

I was getting angry again. The confirmation that not only did I have a small dick but an actual micropenis was too much for me. Plus the fact that there seemed to be nothing I could do to improve the situation. My eyes started to bulge, and for some reason, the little shrimp between my legs started to harden again.

“Oh, Peter, poor thing,” Rachel said, coming over and putting her hand on my shoulder. “There’s a lot more to life than sex, and there’s a lot more to sex than just sexual intercourse.”

I could feel a genuine sense of sympathy in her voice as she moved fully against me. Rachel took my small erect penis in her finger and thumb again and started stroking it gently but steadily. I looked at her in surprise, not knowing what had made her start handling my willy again.

“Does it feel good?” she cooed softly in my ear. “Do you like it when I touch your little babydick?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I gaped and just nodded as Rachel continued to give me a slow two-finger handjob.

“Do you see how this little pee-pee can still do you good? Tell me, did you shave your pubes because you thought it might make them look bigger?”

“Uh-huh,” I responded lamely, fighting the urge to blow my load all over the floor for the second time.

“Well, I think it looks good, although I think it’s important for you to know that it didn’t work. Your winky still looks tiny. And since there was no hair to hide it, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was actually looking at a little boy’s penis, a little 2-inch toddler dick.”

It was too much. I felt like I was about to pass out when suddenly my body began to convulse in another most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. As I came, Dr. Jenny spoke words of emasculating encouragement to me, calling me a good boy and congratulating me for enjoying so much from such a little winky.

She went to get a paper towel and handed it to me to clean myself up before returning to her seat behind her desk and logging onto her computer. She told me that she was going to refer me to a urologist who would confirm her diagnosis but that this was just a formality because my measurements and performance showed that I had a micropenis. I felt so hot with humiliation that all I could do was grunt and nod in agreement.

Given the level of intimacy that had happened between us, I was slightly surprised that since my ejaculation, Dr. Jenny seemed eager to get me out of her office. She told me that Dr. Kim planned to be gone for a while and that if I had any other medical problems, I shouldn’t hesitate to come back to see her.

And with that, I got up and left. I had barely taken three steps down the hallway when I heard a burst of hysterical laughter emanating from the closed door behind me. As I returned to the waiting room, Rachel greeted me with another smile.

“Isn’t Dr. Jenny great?” she said. “Yeah, she’s really good at helping little men with micropenis like you. Oh, don’t worry, Peter. I already knew about your little penis, as your mother knows I work here, so she asked my mother if I could find you a date at short notice. I did a little listening while they were on the phone and heard her say you were worried about the size of your weenie. Honestly, I never thought you would have such a small penis. I know what guys look like. My boyfriend has a big 8-inch cock.”

I wanted to die. I knew doctor-patient confidentiality was a thing, but at that moment, I was sure there was a good chance Rachel would tell my mom and friends about my tiny micropenis. I made an awkward exit and went outside to call my mother to come pick me up. Despite the crushing humiliation I had experienced, I felt like my body was vibrating at a higher frequency. A latent desire within me had awakened as I waited for her arrival.


The End.


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