Jake's Diagnosis Pt. 02

I opened the passenger door and got into my mother's car. She was smiling expectantly but seemed nervous and didn't immediately say anything save for a short greeting. I was trying to keep it together, but my subdued demeanour seemed to give the game away quickly that things hadn't gone very well. I'd just been to see the doctor, apparently to assuage my worries about the glaringly infantile size of my private parts. In reality I'd suffered an unfortunate realisation in the hands of the gorgeous Dr Cassidy, who had diagnosed me with a micropenis, before affectionately yet mockingly jerking my tiny thing to climax.

For the first couple of minutes of the journey neither of us spoke until the pregnant silence got the better of her.

"So, what did Dr Richards have to say?" She asked, her poor attempt at nonchalance adding to my growing discomfort.

"Um, I didn't see Dr Richards. It was a lady Doctor called Dr Cassidy." I replied, my voice quiet and quivering."

My Mother paused, waiting to see if I'd elaborate further. My heart was beating frantically as I stared straight ahead unsure of how to explain that I'd just been diagnosed as having an adult micropenis.

"Sweetie whatever happened in there I hope you know that you can share with me. We should be able to talk about anything, even the embarrassing things."

I tried to steady my breathing. Even after cumming twice in Dr Cassidy's office the little acorn between my legs was beginning to stir and throb in instant response to this new humiliation. A part of me found the whole situation unbearable and I yearned for the car ride to be over so that I could have some privacy to collect my thoughts. But there was another part of me that found the whole situation intoxicating. I clasped my hands together to steel myself and took a deep breath.

"It's really small Mum." I said pathetically.

She didn't say anything, just kept her eyes on the road. I looked over to her, seeing clearly that she was at a loss for words, so I continued.

"She measured it. Apparently it hasn't gone through puberty like the rest of me and isn't ever going to. She's referred me to a urologist to see if they confirm the diagnosis."

"What do you mean the diagnosis?" She asked hurriedly.

"Well, she told me I have what's called a micropenis." My heart skipped a beat as I said this, and I could feel my little willy stiffen in my pants. I told her exactly what Dr Cassidy had told me, that given my penis hadn't received the necessary growth hormones during puberty I was now stuck with a little boy cock on an adult's body.

I wasn't all that surprised when she didn't know how to respond. She simply sat driving, mouth agape, looking like she wanted to speak but unsure of what to say in this unprecedentedly uncomfortable situation.

"So looks like no grandkids for you." I said, trying to ease the tension with a bad attempt at humour. She didn't seem to find it particularly amusing, pursing her lips and barely reacting.

The rest of the journey passed in silence and when we arrived home I muttered some nonsense about needing to get things done and went straight upstairs to shut myself in my room.

I spent the next couple of hours researching micropenises, looking at pictures and noticing to my horror that even most of these seemed to be bigger than mine. Most were around 3 inches, but many, while short in length, seemed at least to be as thick as normal cocks. Mine on the other hand was less impressive. I fetched the tape measure I knew was squared away in my bedside table and wrapped it around my hard micro cock finding that it's girth was just about 3.1 inches. I couldn't explain it, but since being confronted with the truth about my tiny little member it had barely ceased to be as hard as humanely possible. My mind kept returning to the moment I'd first uncovered it for Dr Cassidy, swimming in beautiful ecstasy as I relived the feeling of intense humiliation. The cognitive dissonance was overwhelming and I couldn't make sense of the conflict I was experiencing. The thought that I'd have to go through life with a babydick on the one hand absolutely devastated me. I thought of how I'd never be able to have a serious relationship, how surely any girl who saw it would mock me and refuse to let me even try to put it inside her. I was seriously considering what now seemed like the very realistic possibility that I'd die a virgin. But at the same time I couldn't deny that I found the whole thing incredibly exciting. The feelings of terror that washed over me at the thought of being exposed were tinged with a profound feeling of desire for the humiliation that would follow.

After a couple of hours I heard the doorbell ring and, assuming it was none of my concern, barely paused what I was doing. I could here a muffled conversation downstairs but my mind and body where elsewhere as I furiously rubbed my tiny dicklet, trying to remember the sensations I'd felt when Dr Cassidy had pulled back my tight little foreskin a few hours earlier. It wasn't until I heard 2 pairs of footsteps ascending the staircase and making their way across the landing to my room that I was shaken from my frenzy. I quickly pulled up my boxers and closed my laptop, just in time to prepare myself for a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yeah, come in Mum." I said, trying to sound calm and natural.

The door was pushed open and my heart turned over as I saw my Mother standing with Claire, her best friend's daughter who I'd encountered earlier at the doctors.

"Jakey you must've dropped your wallet at the Doctors, Claire was sweet enough to bring it over for you."

"Oh, hey Claire, great thanks so much." I muttered shyly.

Claire stepped past my Mum and into my room, she handed me my wallet, smiling with a mischievous look in her eye.

"Don't even mention it babe. It was so nice to see you earlier but you seemed in such a rush to leave so I thought it'd be a great chance to catch up and hang out for a bit, as long as you don't mind Susan?" She said, turning to my Mum.

"Oh, not at all." She said, "I'm just finishing up some work downstairs so I'll leave you 2 to it."

And with that she headed back downstairs, leaving us alone in my room. Claire closed the door and made her way over to my bed to sit as I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room unsure of her intentions.

"Um, so how's it going?" I asked dumbly, failing to disguise my discomfort.

"Oh fine, I was having a pretty boring day until you came in to see Dr Cassidy, but things have been looking up since then."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my cheeks beginning to flush. I had a pretty good idea of what she meant.

"I think you know sweetie. Dr Cassidy and I are pretty close and let's just say she was a bit more forthcoming about your visit than she should have been. I guess she didn't realise that I knew you, otherwise I'm sure she would've been more discrete."

My cheeks were now burning and I could barely speak through the lump in my throat. "What did she tell you?" I muttered, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable and embarrassed.

Claire giggled and reclined further onto my bed. "She told me all about your teeny weeny winky, stupid." She said playfully, "She said it was the tiniest one she'd ever seen on a guy your age."

I just stood there, completely incapable of speech, my heart pounding and my little willy beginning to stiffen. I couldn't believe Dr Cassidy had been gossiping to her receptionist about my tiny dick, I mean, what the fuck happened to Doctor-Patient confidentiality?

Claire continued, "She also told me you seemed to get off on showing it to her, said you shot your load all over her floor while she was examining you."

I wanted to deny it, but what was the point? It turned me on knowing that she knew, and I was starting to feel the same intoxicating humiliation I'd felt earlier at the hands of Dr Cassidy. Claire moved to sit cross legged on my bed and I became aware that her gaze was fixed on my crotch, clearly eager to see the tiny penis that had inspired such amusement.

"So?" She asked cheekily, "Do you want to show me what you've got in your pants?"

I felt like I was in a dream. Before today I'd only imagined being in this situation, but now, for the second time in a matter of hours, I had a beautiful girl asking me to take off my clothes. I didn't need to be asked twice. I unfastened my trousers, allowing them to drop to the ground, then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, before pulling them down in one quick motion. Claire immediately covered her mouth with her hand, stifling laughter, a palpable look of shock and joy in her eyes.

"Oh. My. God" She said through giggles. She immediately got up from my bed and came to kneel just before me, until her face was a matter of inches away from my fully erect, but remarkably miniscule penis. I wasn't sure what to do so I just stood there lamely with my arms by my sides, my head swimming slightly from the rush of sexual adrenaline coursing through my body.

"Oh Jakey, baby you poor thing. But it's so cute and tiny. Is that as hard and as big as it gets?"

"Um, yeah I guess so." I said, feeling as shy as when I'd first walked into Dr Cassidy's. "But, you've seen ones like it before right?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

"Sweetie, I've seen a lot of cocks, and the only ones I've seen that little were on the boys I used to babysit back when I was in high school, and they were 2 and 4 years old."

I let out an involuntary moan caused by a mix of devastation and pleasure. Claire laughed and covered her mouth again in the same adorable way that she had before.

"Do you mind if I touch it? I want to see what it looks like with that cute little foreskin pulled back."

I nodded and said "uh huh," trying to relax in order to avoid cumming as quickly as I had with Dr Cassidy earlier. I wanted to slow time as much as possible so I could revel in this unfathomable moment. As she reached for my cock with one hand, Claire used the other to pull down her top, exposing the top half of her exceptional cleavage. She pulled back my foreskin, giggled, then quickly spat in her hand before applying the saliva to my tiny, pink glans. With just her thumb and forefinger she began to give my now lubricated winky a slow, deliberate handjob.

"So how many people know that you have a tiny little pinky in your pants?" She asked seductively.

"Um, no one. Apart from you and Dr Cassidy, and my mum I guess." I managed, through shallow breaths.

"God Jake that's brutal, your own mum knowing that you have a teeny peeny. If this is honestly as big as it gets then I'm not sure I can ever see you managing to fuck, babe."

"Really?" I asked, inviting her to continue tormenting me.

"Really Jake. I mean, how many inches is this? Like 3?"

"You can measure it if you like." I said, reaching for the tape measure I'd discarded on my desk.

"Geez you really are a sweet little beta boy, aren't you." Said Claire, a broad smile painted across her face. She placed the measuring tape along the length of my shaft and immediately burst into cackling laughter. "Oh I was way off, your little weenie is only 2.4 inches. At least I was right about you being too small to fuck, but he's such a cute wittle winky so why don't I give you a blowjob?"

I couldn't quite believe the words that had just come out of her mouth, and as I began to virtually shake with excitement I nodded and mumbled the words "Yes please."

Claire didn't miss a beat, and as her beautiful, hot mouth encased my whole penis in one go I clenched my fists. "Uh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck." I panted. She extended her tongue down along the underside of my miniature shaft and began to lick my balls as she bobbed her head slightly. Around 3 or 4 seconds was all I could manage before my body was rocked by an orgasm even more intense than the two I'd experienced with Dr Cassidy. I must have cum like a fountain but she gulped down every drop of my load before looking up at me with a smile. She swallowed a final time before moving to sit on the bed. She patted the space next to her, beckoning me over, to which I duly obliged.

"So was that the first time a girl's sucked on your itty bitty clitty?", Claire cooed softly in my ear while beginning to stroke my hair.

"Um, yeah. I'd never even shown it to anyone before today.", I replied, unsure of where to steer the conversation

"Well I'd be careful who you show it to sweetie. I don't think most girls would know what to do with such a tiny little thing. Lucky for you I get a serious lady boner from humiliating little beta sissy boys."

"But I thought you said you'd never seen one like mine?", I asked, my breathing finally returning to normal as I tried to get comfortable on the bed.

"Well that's because I haven't babe.", Claire stated matter-of-factly. "The little dicks I've been with were still at least 4 inches and usually had a pretty normal girth to them. I guess I used to think of them as babydicks, but yours is the first I've seen that actually looks like a baby's dick. Ok maybe baby is a little harsh, but I'd bet that tiny thing hasn't grown a centimetre since you were a toddler."

Seeing as I was in no position to disagree, I sat in silence anticipating further degradation. The whole situation felt vaguely surreal, like I'd fallen cock first into some sort of orgasmic fever dream. Here I was sitting, totally exposed, with Claire, someone I'd had the hots for since I could barely talk, openly discussing how small and childlike my penis was.

"Ok big boy," Claire said mockingly, drawing herself up against the headboard and beginning to pull her panties down from underneath the skirt she was wearing. "Considering I just sucked on your clit I think it's only fair that you suck on mine, have you ever eaten pussy before?"

The question didn't seem rhetorical so I shook my head, before sliding down the bed until my head was between her thighs. She opened her legs wider, exposing the majestic folds of her prominent labia and I gazed awestruck. The sight and smell of her glistening cunt instantly set my heart racing again, and within seconds I was sporting a throbbing 2 and a half inch stiffy between my own legs. Despite my lack of experience I was pretty sure that my unfettered enthusiasm and desire to please her would see me through so I commenced with alacrity.

I licked and sucked at her lips, sporadically darting my tongue in and out in what I thought was a decent approximation of a fucking motion. Her breathing, while slightly heavier, was noticeably less laboured than my own, and after a minute or so she reached down, placed her hand on my chin and tilted my head up to look her in the eyes.

"That's ok for a first try Jake, but I think you need a little instruction. Come and lie down and let me get on top of you."

I lay down, aware that I was again exposing my hard little cock to her, and she arranged herself above me until we were in a 69 position.

"Ok honey, because your tiny peen is barely bigger than my clit I'm going to use it to show you exactly what I want you to do for me.", Claire giggled, clearly amused by the implication. "I guess sucking on your little baby weiner is probably the closest I'll ever come to actually eating pussy myself."

As I lay there I began to contemplate whether I'd actually died and gone to heaven, but my mind's digression ended the second she started to slowly tongue the tiny tip of my cock. I was determined to last longer this time so I raised my head off the bed, moving my mouth towards her clitoris and began mimicking the same tongue motions she used on mine. Almost immediately she sat her entire weight down on my face and ground her pussy against me. As the intensity of her licking and sucking increased I reciprocated and felt my little prick twitch as she started to moan. She sat up, taking my willy between her thumb and forefinger and continued to grind her pussy into my face.

"Oh fuck Jake, that feels really good, uuuuuh huh, yes right there. Come on, eat my pussy while I play with your tiny little baby penis. I want you to show me how grateful you are that I'm letting you eat my cunt you adorable little loser. Make me cum or I'm going to tell every single girl I know that your packing the world's tiniest boyclit in your pants. Would you like that? Would you like all the girls to know that your willy's the size of my pinky? God it's so tiny in my hand I can barely even jerk it."

At this point she was barely jerking me, just rubbing the sensitive head of my winky with her thumb. Her words had me so close to cumming that I tried to block them out so as to focus on my task of bringing her to climax and after another 30 seconds or so her body began to shake on top of me and her moans peaked then subsided. As soon as she'd finished cumming she removed her hand from my willy and stood up.

"Wow that was pretty great.", She panted. "I need to run as I'm meeting some girlfriends for drinks but expect a message from me tomorrow. God they're going to have such a laugh when they hear about why I was running late.", She teased.

"But you said if I made you cum you wouldn't tell anybody!", I spluttered.

"No, I said that if you didn't make me cum I would tell them. I didn't tell you that I was planning to tell them anyway even if you did. They all remember you from school anyway and most of them think you're pretty hot so it's only fair that I give them all the necessary information about yours shortcomings. Ok babydick, I'll catch you soon, and don't tug on that tiny thing too much until the next time I see you.

And with that, she left. I heard her brisk steps down the stairs before a short exchange at the front door with my Mother, and then she was gone. Instinctively my hand returned to my dick and I proceeded to finish what she'd started, jerking my tiny little erection until I erupted my fourth load of the day onto my own stomach.