The Micro-Penis Thesis
By Oggbert77.
But I knew it wouldn’t be long, as my eyes fixed with anticipation at a rectangle cut out of the wall right in front of my crotch, currently veiled by a black curtain. Two familiar female voices lectured from beyond the veil, reciting the findings of their research. This was their final medical school thesis and a huge chunk of their grade. Their thesis? A new cutting-edge way of treating micro-penis. Their test subject? Me. And it was only a matter of time before the curtain was pulled and my shriveled, one-inch limp wiener was on display for the whole room.
So how did I get myself roped into this mess? Well, it all started in college when I finally had access to a doctor independent from the rest of my family. You see, I had been suspecting that something was wrong with my penis for years, but I was always too insecure to risk anyone finding out about it, even my family. So as soon as I learned about the free on-campus medical facilities, I decided it was time to confront my fears and find out why my penis was SO much smaller than any other one I’d ever seen.
Sure, I was nervous, but I had been living in the dark for years, anxious and worried that I was inadequate, with no real confirmation and understanding of what to do about it. I couldn’t take it anymore.
So I booked a physical at the Medical School student service center. What I didn’t realize was that this was obviously a teaching facility, and part of the reason it was free for students was that much of the staff was composed of medical students. As a result, I was shocked when my name was called in the waiting room by a cute, dark-haired Latina who shot me a flirty smile when I stood to follow her.
As she led me to my room, I couldn’t help but observe the way her scrubs fit snugly around her curvy figure. Awaiting me in the exam room was another sexy 20-something. This one is a redhead, taller than me, with a slender figure. I was only 18 at the time, so I would have been nervous around these older, attractive co-eds in any circumstance. Knowing what I was there for, however, my anxiety was spiking hard.
I had every impulse to bail on my plan and just get a normal physical, but I fought off the temptation and doubled down. I had to get answers. It was now or never. ‘Maybe they can help me, if it’s really that small.’ I thought. ‘If I don’t ask, I’ll never know!’
They introduced themselves as Student Doctors Jasmine and Natalie. And they must have instantly noticed how nervous I was, because they spoke very gently to me throughout the routine parts of the physical. It was almost as if I were a child in their eyes, a brand-new freshman, while they were at least 5 years older than me.
Eventually, they got to the bit where they asked if I had any specific concerns or questions, and I managed to choke out “Yes, but it’s rather private.” They reassured me that all my medical information was strictly private and that I should feel safe asking anything. Clearly, they’ve been taught about bedside manners, as they genuinely put some of my nerves at ease.
“Well, it’s about my um, my penis. I’m worried about it, I guess.” I confessed.
“I see, well, no need to be nervous, sweetie. You must take care of your whole body, including your penis. And we are here to look after you,” Jasmine assured me. “Now, what’s worrying you?”
“Oh, okay. Well, you see, it’s um… small? I think,” I squeaked. They both stifled smiles.
“Ahh, okay. Well, it’s normal to be concerned about that. Let’s take a look and see if there is any cause for concern,” Natalie instructed coldly. Before I knew it, my pants and boxers were around my ankles, and both of the sexy doctors-in-training were staring down at it with puzzled looks. There was a deafening silence as they both leaned in closer to study it. They seemed utterly fascinated by it.
‘Better than laughter, at least,’ It thought. They kept their composure well, but as the exam went on, they grew increasingly excited about the discovery. Jasmine used her pen to prop my one-inch soft penis up so she could see my balls. Natalie noted that they were undersized as well. At this point, they both wore big smiles. Soon, they had a ruler out and were taking thorough measurements, eagerly writing down each finding in my chart.
It didn’t take long for their attention to excite me. My dinky boner twitched its way up to just under 3 inches. I always hoped I’d at least hit 3- but no luck. They continued to record their observations, making frequent comments like “Wow, how fascinating!” and “Significantly below average! Remarkable!” and “Such an outlier from a normal adult penis!”.
My mind bounced rapidly from emotion to emotion throughout their examination. Embarrassment, arousal, nervousness, and an odd sense of pride at their captivation were all in rotation.
I couldn’t tell how long they spent studying my penis, as it felt like a lifetime to me.
Eventually, Natalie reported, “Well, you were right to be concerned. I’m afraid you have a textbook case of micro-penis. Meaning, your erect penis is under 3 inches in length- 2.8 to be precise.” Jasmine jumped in, “Unfortunately, at your age, there isn’t much we can do for you physically. If you had seen a doctor about it when you were still in the early stages of puberty, there might have been a hormone treatment that could have helped with development. As it stands, however, the rest of your body shows signs of full development. It’s only your penis that didn’t grow up, and it likely never will.”
With this news, I suddenly felt thrust into a deep whirlpool of humiliation. My face dropped as I stood before them, bottomless, my 2.8-inch boner still pointing up at them as if trying desperately to outgrow its new title of “micro-penis”.
“That said, a micro-penis is not the end of the world. And while there is no way to correct the diminutive size of your penis, we do have a different treatment approach for mine. One that will tackle this issue from a different angle- your mindset. The right cognitive therapy could very likely help you come to terms with your condition and help you become quite happy with the body you have,” Natalie explained.
Jasmine took it from there, “The thing is, we are only medical students. So, if you give us the consent to proceed with this treatment, we’ll need to consult our Attending and have her sign on as our instructor for this unique treatment.” Natalie jumped in again, “In fact, micro-penis is rare enough that your case is considered a prime candidate for research and, with your permission, we’d love to use your case for our thesis project.”
I wasn’t so sure at first, but the promise of being happy with my penis was alluring, given how humiliating this day had already been. Jasmine finally convinced me by saying, “And think of it this way, what we learn from studying your micro-penis could help other people with micro-penises all over the world!” With that, I hesitantly agreed.
Before I left, they had me book an appointment with them and their attending, Dr. Cassidy Bridges, for my file. Given the nature of the appointment—cognitive therapy rather than a strictly medical procedure —I was told to meet with them in Dr. Cassidy’s office for private therapy sessions. Dr. Cassidy was in her 40s but was a total MILF. She has long, salt-and-pepper hair that danced playfully as she confidently moved around the room. She was confident and powerful, with a commanding presence. I would soon learn that she was an esteemed psychologist who was known for her work pertaining to toxic masculinity and its effect on mental health in young men.
I began going to Dr. Cassidy’s office once a week for therapy for the rest of the school year. Natalie, Jasmine, and Dr. Cassidy became the highlight of my week. They pushed me. They teased me. They comforted me. They challenged me. They transformed me.
Now, 6 months later, here I am at Jasmine and Natalie’s thesis presentation. The culmination not just of their time on my case, but of all their years in medical school. In a sense, I was honored to be such a big part of their career trajectory. That said, if I had known that part of what I was agreeing to was showcasing my micro-penis to a room full of their peers, instructors, and champions of their field, I may not have said yes so easily. However, given everything I had already been through in therapy at this point, I was able to center myself and prepare to be the subject of the room’s attention for the next 60 minutes.
My state of mind had already been largely transformed since the day I met Jasmine and Natalie. I was still nervous, but I was also a bit excited. The idea of a room full of people seeing my tiny dick would have terrified me a year ago, but now the potential embarrassment drew me in. I was thirsty for it.
You see, the “cognitive therapy” they had in mind was actually an experimental new approach that utilizes SPH or “Small Penis Humiliation” to completely resurrect the sex-life of a micro-penis man from non-existent to overwhelmingly pleasurable. It was essentially exposure therapy. They forced me to face all sorts of various forms of embarrassment surrounding my size in order to train me to be aroused by the humiliation. And so far, it had worked wonders.
I was having multiple mind-blowing orgasms every day, and all I had to do was allow my micro-penis to be exposed and humiliated. The shame and insecurity weren’t overcome or defeated. Rather, they were embraced. And I never felt better!
My grades improved, my social life expanded, and I became more confident in my day-to-day life. It was an enigma to me, but for some reason, being degraded and emasculated in sexual settings was helping me to flourish in all other aspects of my life. And as humiliating as this thesis presentation was to me, I have to admit- I believed in their thesis. It worked.
Once introductions had been made and formalities were through, the student doctors finally began to break down my case and present their research. We had done a quick walk-through beforehand. So even though I didn’t know every detail of their presentation, I knew that they would start by presenting my case. Then, they would explain the treatment plan. Then they would present the findings from my cognitive SPH exposure therapy. And finally, they would give a live presentation of the patient’s results when the curtain is pulled.
I looked behind and above me to the enormous projector screen displaying their presentation as Jasmine began to break down my file. “Patient #028, 18 y/o male- Codename ‘Dinky’ -first presented in January for a commonplace physical and expressed some concern about the development of his penis. Upon examination, we immediately confirmed that the patient was certainly below average for his age. With further investigation, we calculated that Dinky’s penis measured 1 inch flaccid, 2.8 inches erect, and 2.9 inches in circumference.” Gasps and giggles suddenly filled the room as Jasmine clicked to a slide showing three photographs of my measured penis, each corresponding with the figures just recited.
Natalie continued, “Given these measurements being less than two standard deviations below the mean adult male penis size, we were able to, without question, diagnose Dinky with a rather severe case of micro-penis. Next slide, please. And as you can see here, his testicles are also well below average. Every detail of his penis indicates complications during development that unfortunately went untreated due to the patient’s severe insecurity surrounding his micro-penis.”
“And while it was obvious that there was no way to help Dinky’s micro-penis grow, we felt confident that we could help Dinky exist happily with his condition with a ground-breaking experimental therapy that harnesses those feelings of insecurity and anxiety in order to use them constructively,” Jasmine confidently proposed.
“And so, it is our delight to present you with our thesis today, ‘SPH Therapy: Cognitive Exposure Therapy for Post-Developmental Micro-Penis’! Let’s start by breaking it down.” Natalie announced. The slides changed to a detailed flow chart outlining the therapeutic approach. “It begins with acceptance of the diagnosis. Then you move to calibration —determining, through exposure, which types of humiliation trigger a positive response from the patient. Then, exposure therapy increases in intensity as the patient’s tolerance improves. And finally, development of an at-home care plan for the patient to practice on their own, allowing them to wean off of therapy and into a proper SPH lifestyle.”
Jasmine continued, “If done carefully and effectively, we believe Small Penis Humiliation is the number one most effective treatment for the micro-penis condition. Through our patient, Dinky, we intend to show you today how the patient’s general happiness, confidence, and self-image have positively transformed over the 6 months of SPH treatment Natalie, I, and our Attending Dr. Cassidy Bridges conducted with him.” The crowd clapped at the mention of the esteemed Dr. Cassidy.
“We’re also happy to say that Dinky consented to make a live demonstration for you all today, and is patiently waiting behind this partition as we speak!” Jasmine announced, to another soft applause. My heart jumped at the acknowledgment of my presence.
Natalie continued, “But first! Let’s walk you through our treatment plan step by step up to this point. Next slide!” A slide appeared with the title “Phase 1: Acceptance”, and a number of charts and graphs below it. “Before you can dive headfirst into exposure therapy, it’s vital that you establish some baseline truths with the patient. The owner of the micro-penis MUST accept the realities of the condition in order to begin to treat the resulting symptoms.”
“So, how do you do that, you ask? With proper education, diligent reinforcement, and recited affirmations. At our first session, we gave Dinky a comprehensive breakdown of penis size. We lectured him on national averages, preferred sizes based on studies, and in comparison, where he stands. As you can see in figure #1, Dinky is in the .1% percentile of men in terms of penis size. This means, in a room full of adult men, he would likely be the smallest one.” Jasmine took over, “In figure #2 you can see a simulated comparison of a 2.8 inch penis, representing Dinky, next to a 5.5 inch penis, the national average, and a 7.5 inch penis, the number one preferred penis size according to women. Note that Dinky’s erect penis is 2 times smaller than average and 3 times smaller than the ideal penis size.”
Natalie jumped back in, “And in figure #3, you can see the average penis size at each prospective age. You can see here that Dinky’s micro-penis is the same as the average size for an 8-year-old, confirming that it did in fact not develop during puberty.” With each new piece of information, the crowd reacted more loudly with sounds of shock and amusement. My face reddened more and more, and I felt my penis twitch and throb at the embarrassing statistics.
“Just like we are doing now, we went over all this information with Dinky. We even forced him to memorize these statistics and recite them back to us. Then, we sent him home with a number of affirmations, or mantras, for him to memorize and recite to himself daily.” Natalie explained, “And the next week, we had him recite each one from memory many times, see here.” She clicked to the next slide, and a video began to play.
In frame was my nude body from the shoulders down to my knees, with my shaved-bare pre-pubescent nub exposed to the camera. I heard a number of stifled giggles from the crowd. I began reciting the mantras I had been practicing for months. I found myself instinctually mouthing along to them. First, “I have a tiny micro-penis” was repeated 5 times. Then, “Most men have bigger penises than me” 5 times. Then, “My penis didn’t grow up properly”, then “Women want penises 3 times my size”, then “My micro-penis will be tiny forever”.
It was mortifying to hear myself make these ridiculously embarrassing confessions to this room full of medical professionals- but my little penis LOVED it. I felt like I was about to burst, especially as the crowd reaction got louder and louder as the video went on. They were fully laughing at me by the end of it! It took everything in me not to touch myself.
Natalie immediately continued as the video ended, “As you can see, Dinky took very well to this exercise. We felt confident after just two sessions that Dinky was ready for Phase 2: Calibration.”
Jasmine presented the next slide, revealing a large colorful bar graph. Under each bar was a humiliating nickname for small penises. “The purpose of Calibration is to zero in on what makes the micro-penis tick. Not all small-dicked men are the same, and if you can figure out what works best for your patient, you can maximize the effectiveness of the exposure therapy. So, we began by determining what names Dinky preferred to be called. We recorded his arousal level upon being teased with each nickname and charted them accordingly. As you can see, Dinky was less fond of degrading terms like ‘Worm’ or ‘Maggot’ or ‘Disgusting’, but responded very strongly towards terms that leaned into emasculation and infantilization, such as ‘Pee-Pee’, ‘Baby Dick’, and, most strongly, ‘Dinky Winky’- which is what determined his anonymous case profile codename.”
Natalie expounded, “Also note Dinky’s positive response to feminizing terms such as ‘Clitty’ and ‘Princess’, as well as comparison nicknames such as ‘Pinky Dick’ and ‘Baby Carrot’. It’s important for the next phase of treatment that you find a wide portfolio of humiliation in order to keep things fresh and exciting for the patient throughout.”
They changed to the next slide, revealing a series of photos of my penis clad in different silly attire. One with a pink bow tied around it, one in tight pink princess panties, one in a crotchless thong, and one in a diaper. Natalie explained, “Given the result of the nickname test, we decided an attire test should be next. The proper outfit can be a key factor in effective SPH treatment. As you can see by the various states of arousal and, though difficult to see, bulge- all four of these experiments were winners for Dinky.”
Jasmine hit the next slides and began to lecture, “And here we have a collection of results from our comparison test, to calibrate if Dinky enjoys size comparisons to a variety of objects. He reacted strongly to pretty much all the comparisons, but notably the pinky finger, baby’s pacifier, and the 8-inch dildo were his strongest responses. In fact, Dinky actually came prematurely all over himself when we first held the dildo up to his petite erection, hence why he isn’t hard in this photo. However, it is interesting how the flaccid post-orgasm micro-penis seems smaller than just the head of the above-average dildo. Remarkable!”
As they presented the various results of my SPH calibration tests, I relived those humiliating moments in Dr. Cassidy’s office. Jasmine and Natalie were excitedly dressing me up like a doll, and holding whatever object they could find up to my boner, as Dr. Cassidy just sat at her office chair and watched on, smirking to herself at the gleeful curiosity of the medical student under her mentorship. I felt so powerless and helpless in that room, but every time I left, I couldn’t wait to be back.
Natalie continued, “Now for Phase 3: Exposure Therapy. This phase was the bulk of the past 6 months of our treatment with Dinky. Each week, we conducted uniquely humiliating SPH treatments for Dinky, tailored to the preferences identified during calibration. All with Dinky’s enthusiastic consent, of course. Let’s go over some of the highlights- our most effective treatments!”
Jasmine presented the first highlight, “Here you can see a series of photographs from our micro-penis makeover session. At this session, we shaved all of Dinky’s body hair off, did his nails, gave him plenty of embarrassing temporary tattoos, and then had him model various ridiculous outfits for us. While Dinky was not allowed to touch his penis throughout the session, he maintained an erection above 2.5 inches throughout and left pre-cum stains in every pair of undergarments he tried on.”
As Jasmine talked, I cataloged which photos they chose for the presentation. There was one of me naked, shaved, with a pink mani-pedi and various girly tattoos scattered around my body. Another had me dressed up in a full black lace lingerie set, complete with a garter and tights. There was another of me in a bonnet, baby booties, and a poofy pink skirt that was high enough around my waist that my naked peepee peeked out below it. And a final picture of me in a pink cheerleader uniform, holding a pom-pom in one hand and lifting my skirt with the other to reveal a pair of Disney princess panties. The crowd grew increasingly rambunctious with each humiliating slide. There were people openly chuckling together now, and I could even hear camera flashes from beyond the partition.
Natalie moved on to the next highlight, “Next is our group exposure session, where we recruited a small team of other female medical students to join us for a session. We simply presented Dinky’s case to them as we would with any other patient, and then allowed the students to ask questions. Dinky was already showing extreme arousal during this presentation. Still, afterward, we allowed Dinky to listen in as we interviewed each guest after the exam to get their thoughts on the patient. Dinky was allowed to touch himself as they spoke, and he ejaculated twice during the interview. Watch as we compiled some of the comments from the interviews of the guest students.”
Natalie hit play on a video, and a series of different female medical students began to appear on screen, each recounting what they had seen during my examination. Some of the comments were “Wow, that was the smallest penis I have ever seen”, “I learned about micro-penises in class but I didn’t think they were real!’, and “I’ve seen babies with bigger peepees than that”. That last comment got a big laugh from the room. I cringed in delicious embarrassment as I heard these reactions. I couldn’t help but think about the moment the curtain gets pulled back, no doubt revealing my already extremely erect micro-penis. But there was one more highlight from exposure therapy first.
Jasmine continued, “And for our final highlight, the most effective SPH practice we found in the last six months of therapy- the live comparison.” She clicked a slide, revealing the most humiliating photos of me ever taken, which really says something, given what has already been shown. It is a series of comparisons between my micro-penis and a man with an enormous 8-inch cock. There was a photo from the top down of us facing each other, dicks side by side. There was another from the side, highlighting how much more he sticks out from his body than mine. And one of us both closing our fists around our cocks, mine completely hiding my baby boner. And finally, one where Jasmine held her pinky up next to my dinky winky, while Natalie held her arm up to the real man’s cock.
“As you can see,” Natalie noted, “We brought in a live model to compare with Dinky. He was happy to oblige, as he is a personal friend of Jasmine and me. This model’s penis measures in at 8.1 inches, 5.3 inches longer than Dinky’s. That’s about one average penis size more than Dinky’s micro-penis. In other words, Dinky is a whole penis length shorter than this superior penis. Note how his cock head alone is bigger than Dinky’s tiny erection.”
Jasmine jumped in, “During this live comparison session, we saw a level of embarrassment and arousal in Dinky that peaked, and we have not been able to achieve since. Dinky’s dainty erection even managed to reach 2.9 inches during this session. While still not surpassing the cut-off for micro-penis, Dinky was able to set a new personal record for the biggest boner. Unfortunately for him, the biggest his penis has ever been was still almost 3 times smaller than the real man towering over him at the time.”
“So!” Natalie exclaimed, “Let’s talk results before we get into Phase 4. We would end each session with an interview with Dinky, asking the same baseline questions each time. We monitored his sexual fulfillment, self-image, confidence in social settings, and, most importantly, his desire for a bigger penis. As you can see in this graph, as time went on and our SPH exposure therapy sessions became more intense, there was a consistent improvement across all of these factors. I’d like to specifically direct your attention to this bottom chart, which shows how over time, Dinky became more embarrassed by his penis size, and yet said more and more confidently that he would NOT trade his micro-penis for a bigger one if he had the option!” The crowd reacted with shock and intrigue at this revelation.
“To us, this says that our treatment plan was working incredibly well. Better than we even expected. We had effectively removed Dinky’s desire to grow his penis, which was his initial hope when he arrived at that first physical. And while ACTUALLY making his micro-penis bigger was impossible, we successfully solved that problem with this groundbreaking new practice.” The crowd applauded at this. “And now, we’ll move on to the final phase of our treatment plan, Lifestyle Changes. The goal of SPH therapy is to help the patient transition to a self-sustaining SPH lifestyle. While it’s recommended that the patient continue therapy indefinitely, those appointments should be reduced to once a month, or even just a few times per year. The key to this is to help the patient adapt to a lifestyle that aligns with the transformation occurring in therapy. We do this through a comprehensive at-home care plan. This at-home care plan should be tailored specifically to the patient based on their calibration results and their progression in exposure therapy.”
Jasmine took over, “For Dinky, the plan consisted of many factors, dress protocol, masturbation restrictions, and multiple options for mandatory self-inflicted SPH exposure. Dinky was instructed to dispose of any undergarments intended for men and to wear only various styles of panties and diapers. He was also given a small wardrobe of humiliating outfits to play with at home, as well as resources on ideas for other attire and wear to buy them.”
“Dinky also is not allowed to use more than two fingers to masturbate, which really isn’t a challenge for him, as that’s how he does it anyway. He is also required only to watch humiliation porn, or he has to recite his SPH mantras while watching any non-humiliation form. In this way, he turns erotic content into SPH for himself. And finally, self-SPH practices,” Natalie explained, “These are essentially a list of tasks for Dinky to follow whenever he needs SPH exposure. He is expected to do at least one of these every month and journal about his experience in order to share in therapy later.”
“Self-SPH practices include posting pictures of himself on adult websites online, asking for extra small condoms at the store, going solo-panty shopping and trying them on in the store, and more. We equipped Dinky with all sorts of creative ways to put himself in embarrassing situations whenever he feels a craving for SPH. Watch this video of Dinky completely on one of his self-SPH tasks by visiting a nude beach,” Natalie lectures, gesturing to the slides again.
A video began to play of me walking along a beach, holding my phone down towards my lower body, as if from my POV. The crowd began to giggle as they watched my tiny half-erect peepee wobble from side to side as I walked naked in the sand. At the end of the video, I flash the phone up to show that the beach was, in fact, very busy, with lots of people around in various states of undress.
I remember that day vividly, while not as humiliating as the live comparison, it was probably the most scared I have been throughout this whole process. To take my micro-penis out of Dr. Cassidy’s office and into the real world for the first time felt daunting, yet exhilarating. I caught lots of people looking at my dinky winky that day, some giggling, some taking sneaky pictures of it, some wiggling their pinkies at their friends, and pointing.
“So there you have it, my esteemed peers and colleagues. SPH Exposure Therapy from start to finish. The only thing left to do now is show you the final results of the treatment. Without further ado…” Natalie paused for dramatic effect. My heart skipped a beat. I felt an instinct kick in to run or hide, but I just planted my feet and let my baby penis stick out pitifully in front of me, uncovered and exposed. “…our incredible patient, Dinky!”
The curtain was pulled back quickly, and light poured through the partition window, illuminating my micro-penis for the onlookers. I couldn’t see the crowd without bending down, but boy, could I hear them! I suppose after seeing everything I had been through in terms of humiliation, the crowd no longer had any respect for my dignity. Every shred of professionalism in the room left as that curtain pulled away, revealing the smallest penis any of the medical professionals had ever seen in their lives. Laughter, gasps, and shouts filled the room. I heard cameras clicking and people muttering in disbelief. “It looks even smaller in person!” I heard someone say.
Despite the overwhelming sense of humiliation, my micro-boner raged on. It stood up proudly in front of the crowd as if to say, “I’m micro but I’m proud!”.
“Yes, yes, folks. We know! It’s small, it’s small. C’mon, now we must continue. Calm down. First, I want to say that Dinky has been an incredible patient. He has been open to everything we’ve proposed and was very generous in sharing his case with the medical community for research purposes. I think he deserves a round of applause!” Jasmine shouted. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps. I felt genuinely proud, even as my micro-penis was exposed to a room of strangers. I even held up both my hands with two thumbs up to acknowledge the crowd.
The cheers turned quickly into giggles as my thumbs were obviously longer than my stiffy. “So, for the final piece of our presentation, we decided that we would try an experiment that, if successful, should both demonstrate to the crowd how effective our SPH exposure therapy has been on Dinky, while also giving Dinky a special reward- in his greatest exposure yet,” Natalie said. I wondered what she was hinting at. This wasn’t in the walk-through!
Jasmine explained further, “So in Dinky’s agreement to be the subject of our case study, he signed off that only medical professionals assigned to his case would know his real identity. However, we were able to assign everyone in attendance today to Dinky’s case as a consultant to participate in this final live experiment. So all of you are officially assigned to Patient #028! Congratulations!” Oh no, does this mean what I think it means? I gulp hard, beginning to panic.
“So, ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce you to…” Natalie announced, dramatically. Jasmine joined in to shout, “…Dinky!” The entire partition suddenly fell forward, flat onto the floor. There was no longer any barrier hiding my identity. Everyone in the room looked at my full body and face. And all I was wearing was a pink t-shirt that read, “Ask me about my micro-penis”, the result of another self-SPH task.
The crowd erupted into even more jubilant laughter and glee. Jasmine and Natalie both walked over and stood on either side of me, looking gorgeous as ever. I just stood there, frozen in humiliation as I took in the room before me. There were probably 100 people in the room, filling every seat in the lecture hall. Many of them looked like Jasmine and Natalie’s classmates. Some of them were older, probably Doctors and Professors. And there in the front row, looking on with pride, was Dr. Cassidy. I made eye contact with her, probably looking desperately small and helpless.
Jasmine and Natalie each put their arms around my shoulder, smiled, and waved as the whole room began taking pictures, documenting this successful case study and groundbreaking thesis. My face felt beet-red, my whole body shivered with embarrassing tingles, and my 2.8-inch micro-penis twitched and throbbed, eager for release. Feeling these two beauties on either side of me was enough physical stimulation for my petite balls to start contracting, ready to cum.
Natalie leaned into my ear and said, “Congratulations, Dinky! You’re cured!”. Jasmine did the same and said, “Now show all the nice doctors just how good of a baby dicked loser you are!” As she finished her sentence, she slapped my bare ass, which sent me over the edge. My micro-penis began to erupt, or more accurately, spill out a meager load of cum from my baby balls. I couldn’t help but wear a proud, humiliated smile as I did so.
You can’t imagine how insane the room went at this development. Laughter, cries, pictures, shouts, nicknames flying left and right. It was SPH mayhem, and Natalie and Jasmine just stood there, beaming with pride at my humiliation climax.
The conclusion of the presentation was a blur; a nurse ushered me out before the crowd could leave their seats, so I wasn’t swarmed with people while nude. They led me into an exam room where I just waited for a while, processing everything that had just happened. All I wanted was to know if my penis was small or not, and now I’ve become the subject of a groundbreaking medical advancement. I was thoroughly embarrassed and yet proud. Proud of myself and proud of my young, sexy Doctors. I yearned for both of them since I first saw them, but now I just yearn for them to laugh at me and expose me. I don’t even want sex anymore, I just want SPH. And they did that to me. They GAVE that to me, and I was so grateful.
After some time, Natalie and Jasmine came to my exam room. They brought me a change of clothes, and we had a genuinely lovely exchange about how successful their thesis was and how proud we all were of what we’d accomplished. The humiliation was left for a moment as we celebrated their thesis’s success. It was short-lived, however, as Natalie explained that since their research went so well, they would be published!
While my name would remain anonymous, all the findings presented in their thesis would be published for anyone to read. Anybody could Google “SPH Exposure Therapy for Micro-penises” and read their findings, and see my humiliation. I was going to be the poster boy for micro-penises everywhere!
“Congratulations, Dinky! Your baby dick is going to help so many other little boys like you! You’re going to be the most famous micro-penis of all time!” they cheered.
The End.
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