Little Baby Chick

This story is inspired by a comic strip I read decades ago. Some Sph enthusiasts might remember it....

The dream was always the same. Somehow, I found myself alone on a beach, naked with nothing at all to shield my shame. Coarse sand under my feet, the harsh sun burning my skin, the water so clear and so pristine. It always takes a moment for me to put two and two together... I'm back here, on this damned beach.

As soon as I realize just how utterly naked I am, I of course am always hit with a surge of anxiety, leaving me feeling rattled, truly overwhelmed and an apprehensive frazzled mess. In that moment, I feel overwhelmingly vulnerable and self-conscious. Suddenly, I hear, 'cheep-cheep', which always startles me. Perched on my right shoulder is a delicate tiny little yellow baby chick. 'cheep-cheep," it continues. I grimace and shudder as I try to hide my little baby chick from the world.

"Are you okay?" I hear a feminine voice behind me.

Like a deer in headlights, I turn to face three familiar faces. These are indeed women from my life, but in my reoccurring dream, they have no idea who I am. There is Kylie, a bronzed buxom blonde with curves in all the right places. Her eyes burn through my soul as she looks me over with an impish grin. Standing beside her is Melanie, an athletic euro Asian goddess with jet black hair and an amazingly sculpted physique. To the left of Melanie is Hayley, a dark haired beauty with eyes so blue, they're almost white. All women stand before me confidently, all naked.

In my dream, for some odd reason, it doesn't matter to me that they are naked. No, I don't enjoy their incredible bodies, nor do I even consider to take in a lustful gaze. Instead, I'm mostly concerned with my own nudity. I shudder in embarrassment, nervous beyond comprehension.

It is obvious they are all curious about me and my whole situation. I stand there perplexed and borderline terrified as their eyes all collectively dart to the little baby chick perched on my shoulder, 'cheep-cheep'.

I grimace as they all share knowing looks before coming in for a closer look.

"Aww...." Kylie begins, "look at his widdle birdie!" she says tenderly, yet amused.

"It's so adorable!" Melanie chimes in with a wide eyed smile.

"Hey there widdle fella!" Hayley adds, leaning in, prodding my delicate little baby chick with genuine curiosity.

Before I can react all three of them share a chuckle, finding my little baby chick almost comical. "uhh.... He's umm, a little shy," I mumble as they continue to chuckle amongst themselves, almost as though I am the butt of some kind of inside joke. It is clear to me that they are more than amused by my predicament. All I can do is stand there, red faced and embarrassed. As I try to speak, a whimper escapes my lips, 'cheep-cheep', my little baby chick takes over, much to the amusement of the three of them as their laughter intensifies.

In that moment, I can feel my cheeks turn beet red. As I feel myself becoming flush, I back away from them in an attempt to retreat. Somehow, they manage to convince me to join them. It always happens in a flash but next thing I know, I'm waddling down the beach, practically led by these three beauties towards a crowded colony. Everyone on this beach is completely naked.

Along the way, almost every woman reacts to my little baby chick with, "ooohhh's" and "awwwwww's." To me it feels as though everyone is wildly amused by what's perched on my shoulder, most reacting with genuine shock and curiosity. Over the top enthusiasm from some, almost akin to the way one would react to a baby puppy or a little baby kitten, "awww! How cute!" one would say, "aww!! That's so adorable! Look at his little baby birdie!" another would point out. Either way, I'm left feeling overwhelmed, ashamed and embarrassed with nowhere to hide. I power on, feigning a smile, trying to put on a brave face. That's when I come face to face with some more familiar faces from my world.

Of course in my dream, they don't know or recognize me.

There is Brad, a muscle bound wide framed asshole with staggering height. He is essentially tall, dark and handsome with chiseled features and a thick head of hair. Standing beside him is Greg, another testosterone fuelled lug-head with a muscular frame and a clean shaven bald head. Both men scoff at me as they look me over. Both men also happen to be naked. Perched on their shoulders are two large roosters. Both majestic, both muscular, both impressive.

"Hey guys, look at this nice man we found!" Hayley announces.

Brad and Greg look at each other and share a snicker, "a man huh?"

Behind me muffled laughter ensues.

'cheep-cheep' my little baby chick kicks off once again and this time, I can't seem to get him to be quiet, "shhhh!!" I say under my breath, morbidly ashamed, terrified and embarrassed. This doesn't go unnoticed and soon, a crowd forms as laughter continues, all at my expense.

"Such a cute little birdie!" Melanie says aloud.

"So little and adorable! It's like a baby!" Kylie adds.

'cheep-cheep, cheep-cheep...' Hayley reaches forth with her finger and rubs the tip of his head, 'cheep-cheep' it continues as I shudder. "Hey widdle fella! Awww.... Who's a widdle baby cutie?" she adds whilst struggling to keep a straight face.

As laughter further intensifies, I find myself on the verge of having a full blown panic attack.

Then I wake up.

On this occasion, I jolt forward drenched in sweat, gasping for air. "Oh my god," I wailed, trying to shake it off. This has been happening almost every other night and for some reason, each time, the feeling of shame and humiliation in my little dream seems to intensify. As I force myself up out of bed, I realize that I've actually soiled my sheets this time, my crotch damp. Yes, I've had a wet dream, something that hadn't really happened since I was an adolescent.

I slowly lift my sheets and peer down at my little peter, spent and shriveled. It is my little baby bird. Only in real life, it's between my legs. It is short, pink and thin. I've always been ashamed of the size of my genitals and for some odd reason, since I've started my new job, I've had a heightened sense of self awareness. Perhaps it was the gorgeous women I work with, who I struggle to talk to. To the outside world, I seem confident and sure of myself. However, I'm sure if they knew I was packing a little baby chick between my legs, they'd think differently of me.

I slowly glance over at the nightstand before picking up my phone. Its 5:45am, fifteen minutes before my alarm is set to go off anyway. Taking a brief moment, I decide to emerge from the bed, deciding to start my day early.

Often it's a quick workout before a shower.

On this morning, I'm lacking the motivation to really do much of anything. For some strange reason, the dream I'd just had left me feeling rather uneasy. Clearly my subconscious is trying to tell me something, either way, on this occasion it has had a profound effect on me and I found it very difficult to concentrate on anything else.

I place a great deal of emphasis on diet and exercise and it seems to have paid off. I am indeed proud of my appearance. I am currently in the best shape of my life due to a rigorous daily exercise regimen. My wide frame, my chiseled torso and my bulging biceps.... I know I look good and I love to show off the results of my hard work. I should have confidence to boost but unfortunately, due to these stupid dreams I've been having lately, the opposite has occurred. I've become reserved, shy and embarrassed, particularly around women.

Almost a half hour later, I'm in the shower fondling my little peter and as it grows, reaching its pinnacle at four and a half inches, I realize that I'm perhaps being silly. "It's average! Right?" I ask myself. I'm clearly intimidated by the women in my office and perhaps feeling inadequate in their presence. Especially when the likes of Greg and Brad emerge, essentially barreling me over with their display of dominance and machismo. Whenever this happens, I disappear into the background and I'm often left feeling particularly deflated. I am ignored as the focus shifts towards them instead.

The strange thing is, Hayley, Melanie and Kylie seem to gravitate to me quite regularly for some reason, often forcing conversation upon me. I enjoy their attention, although over the last few weeks, I've found myself becoming more frazzled and anxious whenever I'm in their radar. Of all three ladies, I'm perhaps most taken by Kylie. She is my ultimate fantasy and I have wanted nothing more than to impress her. I have wanted nothing more than to make her mine. When I made the conscious decision to court her, the dreams began. At first they were tame but each time I have the same dream, the humiliation and embarrassment I feel seems to intensify. I'm now actually nervous and anxious whenever I even think about her, so much so to the point where I almost feel like vomiting.

At the office, I often watch from a far as Brad relentlessly flirts with her.... She flirts back. I look on, disheartened and low, wishing I had the backbone to come clean to her. From my position across the bullpen, I can see her reacting to him. It is clear to me, she's into him.

Me, not so much. In fact, Its been a while since we've even had any sort of conversation.

As this is going through my mind, I emerge from the shower, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'm good looking. I'm fit. I'm tall and what many would call 'classically handsome'. My eyes dart down to my little nubbin, hidden in the thick nest of my pubic hair. In that moment, I made the conscious decision to shave my pubic area. "Maybe it'll make it seem bigger," I muse as I reach for the razor.

It didn't take long for me to realize how big of a mistake I'd just made. It doesn't look bigger. No, not at all. Somehow, it looks even smaller. Almost childlike. I look prepubescent. Not that it mattered anyway, it wasn't like I was going to be getting any action any time soon anyway.

Days later when regrowth occurred, I found myself feeling particularly uncomfortable, especially when the 'itch' began. It was a real struggle to avoid scratching my groin around the office. At one point, I was 'going to town on myself' when Hayley walked on over with an almost disgusted and irritated scowl, "having fun?" she asked with an unimpressed deadpan leer. I shuddered away, not quite knowing how to respond. Before I could fathom any sort of response, she'd retreated. In fear, I looked on from the other side of the bullpen as she Melanie and Kylie had a little chat, huddled in the corner of the room, occasionally glancing in my direction with concerned expressions and judging eyes. I convinced myself that they were in fact talking about me.

That evening, I had that damned dream yet again.

Only this time, my baby little bird was not perched on my shoulder.... The focus was on what was between my legs. Instead of male genetalia, jutting out of a small nest, was my little baby chick, asleep. It looked unusually little, barley poking out of my pubic nest. "Awww! Look at his widdle fella! Cute widdle thingy is asleep! That's so adorable! Look at how widdle he is!" Kylie announced as the crowd surrounding me erupted in laughter.

I stood there before a growing crowd, mortified, ashamed and embarrassed as everyone looked me over with mocking laughter.

From there, I suddenly found myself sitting in the back of a station wagon.

To the right of me was Melanie.

To the left of me was Kylie.

Behind the wheel was Brad.

In the passenger seat beside him was Hayley.

Everyone was still naked.

Sitting in between these two women who I secretly pined for left me feeling frazzled and overwhelmed. Both of them would regularly glance down at my sleeping little chick before sharing knowing grins with each other. I too looked down, only to realize that my nest was gone and that my delicate tiny little baby chick was now hairless, resembling a wet and slimy tiny pinky toe. From that angle, it looked unusually little and fragile.

Feeling flush, I attempted to shift in my seat in a silly attempt to hide my shame.

"CLUCK! CLUCK" proudly perched on his shoulder, Brad's majestic cock kicked off as all the women glanced over, all impressed as they proceeded to shower him with attention and adoration. All I could do was sit there, feeling anxious and jealous. In other words, I was green with envy.

"Wow!" Kylie exclaimed, "That's so impressive!" she said as she shifted forward to get a better look.

It was indeed rather impressive. Overwhelmingly masculine, muscular with thick brown and black feathers. It had to have been at least 30 inches tall with a bright red fleshy comb and a lobbed wattle hanging below its bill. It cocked its head and continued, rather loudly "CLUCK! CLUCK!" almost demanding attention.

"That's such an amazing specimen!" Hayley said in response, eagerly leaning in, rubbing the tip of Greg's rooster with an open palm. "CLUCK! CLUCK" it continued.

"Oh my god! It's so big!" she exclaimed, almost overwhelmed, "I've never seen one that massive before! It's so impressive! Woah!!" she let out a giddy laugh, struggling to contain herself.

Instinctively, I looked down at my little baby chick, drawing a comparison. It almost resembled a tiny slick of foie gras. It was wet, it was slimy, it was bright pink. So little, so delicate and precious. Utterly pathetic.

Then and there, I was perhaps feeling more vulnerable and embarrassed than I ever had before. I certainly didn't want anyone to see me in this state. Although it didn't really seem to matter anyway. All of the focus was on Brad's mammoth cock. I was indeed invisible. "CLUCK! CLUCK!" it continued as Kylie leaned over, giddy, impressed and almost overwhelmed.

"What do you feed this thing?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

Brad let out a very proud and confident sly chuckle before saying, "mostly blondes," everyone erupted in laughter as they all took turns collectively pining and cooing over his proud majestic muscular rooster. I sat there, red faced and embarrassed, struggling to take it all in.

As this unfolded before me, my delicate little baby chick suddenly awoke from his slumber, 'cheep-cheep,' he began. I crossed my legs in an attempt to hide my shame. "shhh!" I said under my breath in a desperate attempt not to draw attention to it. This of course, didn't go unnoticed.

Melanie leaned over with a sly impish grin, "Awww.... Would you look at that? Widdle birdie is waking up!" she announced.

Once again, all of the focus was between my legs.

Covering myself was not in the cards as both Kylie and Melanie had each grabbed a hand, essentially pinning me down. They looked on in wonder as my wet hairless pink little baby chick awoke from his slumber, looking around curiously.

"aww! Wook at that!!" Kylie announced, beyond amused, "that's so precious!"

Hayley looked over at me and grinned, "I think he's trying to come out to play...." She shook her head at me, clearly amused by my predicament.

Kylie leaned in for a closer look, beyond entertained, "Widdle baby is growing! Isn't that sweet?" she added with a mocking giggle as her eyes met mine.

"Come-on!" Melanie cooed, almost sarcastically, urging it to grow, "come-on widdle birdie! Come-on! Wakey-wakey! Come-on! There you go.... " she teased as Hayley and Brad broke out into laughter, finding the whole situation more than amusing.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Kylie reached forth and grabbed a hold of my tender little baby chick. With her thumb and index finger, she gave it a slight squeeze, 'cheep-cheep', it continued as I looked up at her quizzically.

"He's spouted! That's so sweet!" she said, looking at me dead in the face, "such an adorable little baby chick," she grinned before holding up her thumb and index finger, illustrating just how tiny it seemed to her, "cute!"

CLUCK! CLUCK!" Brad's cock captured her attention as she shifted away from me, glancing over at his impressive muscular manly cock. I looked on in envy as she leaned in for a closer look, more than impressed, even perhaps a little aroused. I could tell she was becoming flush as she bit her lip, perhaps to try and contain her excitement.

"Can I play with it?" she asked him, hoarsely.

That's when I woke, once again drenched in sweat, "Ngh! Oh gaaaa....." I jolted forward as I ejaculated all over myself, "mpf.... Nghhh.... Argh!!" catching my breath, I lifted my sheets, gazing down between my legs. There he was, my little wet noodle. Hairless and shiny, just like he was in my dream.

That variation of a very familiar dream left me feeling particularly frazzled and rattled. This was a feeling that stayed with me for days.

Perhaps it was my subconscious telling me that Kylie was in no way interested in me. Days later, I learned that she and Brad had indeed become an item. Again, I looked on from afar as they'd escape to the break room, no doubt for some much needed privacy, doing things that I could only fantasize about.

As I itched my groin, Melanie interrupted me, "Umm.... Greg from H. R. wants a word with you," she said, all business.

"Oh...." I looked her over, feeling lost, deflated and frazzled, "you wouldn't happen to know what he wants? Would you?"

I scanned her face, hoping for some type of sympathy. There was none. In fact, she almost seemed disgusted by me.

"I'm not at liberty to say..... but if I had to guess, it probably has a lot to do with you staring at all of us and constantly fondling yourself," she gazed down at my crotch with disdain. In that moment, I didn't even realize that I was itching my groin.

I winced as she walked off.

As I waddled off to meet with Greg, in the back of my mind I knew my subconscious would further torture me that evening.