Andrew grew comfortable with being around her, evident by the way he openly wore the outfits she bought for him and hung out with her every chance he had. They continued spending lunch together, he attended her practices and games, she even introduced him to her friends, all of whom agreed he was the most adorable thing on the planet. Everyone else noticed; it was hard not to. Rumors carrying terms like ‘boy toy’ and ‘whipped’ floated around campus. Never in Carla or Andrew’s presence, of course, lest they face the absolute worst of her wrath.

Brittany wasn’t so craven. She asked him about their relationship. She had spotted them walking along campus, holding hands, kissing each other on the cheek right before they split. “I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend,” he admitted bashfully, something he never could before, at least not honestly. Just the thought made him fuzzy on the inside to the point of nausea. Brittany warned him to be weary of her. In spite of how she may have come off to him, she was a ferocious woman not to be trifled with. The basketball team spent victories at the massage parlor where Brittany worked. She had seen up close how Carla treated her teammates, as well as employees. Brittany knew what she was capable of. Offended, Andrew came to Carla’s defense. “You don’t know her like I do.” Brittany relented, deciding that it wasn’t her business. She had to convince herself that night in bed that she wasn’t being jealous.

Andrew got a text from Carla one Saturday afternoon asking for his help moving a mattress at her apartment. She was already on the way to pick him up at the dorm by the time he was responding “Sure”. He got in her car and found her in the same sexy outfit she had when they took the picture together. “You look sexy!” he told her, using a word he’d gotten more than used to saying around her.

He was wearing one of the outfits she had chosen for him, per usual. She nodded at his compliment as she placidly chewed on some gum. “So do you, cutie,” she said, amber eyes running him up and down. He thanked her, and they drove to her apartment. Hers was on the second floor. It was small and ergonomic, but decorated to the nines with sports memorabilia as well as trophies won by Carla throughout college and high school. Posters of basketball players he didn’t recognize lined the walls. One shelf had a signed basketball and a framed poster of a player behind it. “Bill Laimbeer,” she told him as he stared at it curiously. “Bad Boy Pistons. You know him?”

“No,” Andrew admitted.

“Didn’t think so,” she said. “I’ll tell you all about him one day.”

The mattress Carla needed moving was in the hallway leading to her bedroom, leaned up against the wall. Strangely, it didn’t look new, or even that big. It didn’t look like something Carla would’ve needed help moving. Even if it was, Andrew was hardly the first person she should’ve asked for help. Either way, he was happy to help. They pried the mattress off the wall and laid it horizontally on its side. The two of them squatted by the ends and grabbed the underside.

Carla gave a count. “One. Two. Three!” They stood up and hoisted it into the air. It wasn’t light, for sure, but it wasn’t so heavy that Andrew couldn’t handle it, which is why he was confused to see the supremely athletic Carla huff and grunt as she carried it. “Let’s go!” she commanded and began to backpedal into her bedroom. There was an empty, metal bed frame which they marched next to. On top of it was a box spring. They laid the mattress down and carefully lowered it into the box. After some quick adjustments, the mattress was in place. That was easy, Andrew thought. Carla didn’t seem to agree, as she made an exaggerated sigh of relief. “There we go! That was a pain in the ass. Thanks for helping me.”

“You’re welcome.”

She wiped her forearm across her brow which didn’t have any sweat on it. “Woof. That was a workout. Do you mind helping me make my bed?”

He beamed proudly. “Not at all!”

A grin split her lips. “Good~ I’ll go get the sheets.” She strode out of the bedroom and came back carrying a clod of silky white sheets, fresh out of the dryer. She closed her eyes and sank her face into that plume of warm fabric. “Mmm, so warm~ Makes me wanna fall asleep right now.” She tossed them onto the mattress and pulled out the bed spread. The two of them worked together to stretch it over. Carla took the sheet and put it on herself. Andrew stepped back to watch, his eyes inevitably falling to her behind as she bent over and swept the sheet flat with her paw. He saw her bunny tail twitch, a subtle indicator that she knew what he was looking at. The comforter, a luxuriously thick layer of white floof, came next. She shoved the pillows into their covers and neatly put them in their place at the head of the bed.

She slid onto the bed on her belly and hummed delightfully. The bottom half of her face was concealed as it sank into the comforter. “Mmm, so comfy…” Her eyes opened and looked up to meet his. “Want to join me?”

The answer was a solid ‘yes’, but shyness was his enemy. “I don’t wanna ruin it.”

Carla stood up on her knees, laying bare her flat tummy at him. “Come here,” she said flatly.

“OK…” He climbed on after her. Light as he was, his knees sank deep into the comforter. She was right, it was comfortable. Still, it wasn’t as soft as her fur looked.

“Thanks for helping me,” she purred.

“You’re welcome.” His eyes darted around the mattress. Oh my God. I’m in bed with a girl. His face was on fire and his mind raced.

Carla took his hand and pulled him close. She kissed him on the lips. Andrew thought he was used to such intimacy. They had kissed frequently in public, in front of others. But those were smooches, innocent pecks on the cheek. Carla, body pressed to his, locked lips with him while her tongue made home to his mouth. He hugged her tight, if only to brace against the flood of emotions now tearing through his body. Her lips were so soft, but incredibly strong. The way her tongue brushed against his made his throat squeeze into a vice. He wanted to kiss her back, but every muscle in his body was in a paralyzing jitter. All he could do was close his eyes and pray he did everything right.

For Carla, he certainly did. He stayed where he was like a good boy, holding on tight and not resisting. Her paws slid to his back and rubbed circles. He was so soft, especially those sweet, sweet lips with which hers smacked quietly. She wanted to hold him in his arms forever, to never let go, to never let anything hurt him. Her hips pushed forward against him where she yearned to feel the jut of his manhood. Currently, there was nothing, but she could change that. Her paws made their way down to his butt. She gave him a polite yet firm grab on both haunches. He squeaked and tensed at first, but quickly relaxed and swayed his hips into her grasp. She expected to feel his erection come forward at any moment, but nothing came. Looks like I’m gonna have to work for it. No problem.

She broke the kiss with a soft mwah. Andrew gasped loudly, having forgotten to breathe. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she cooed. “Easy, now.”

“C-C-Carla…”

“Shhhhhhh…”

“Carla… I-I-I don’t-”

“Hush.”

“Carla. I don’t think I can.”

She scowled at him. “What do you mean, you don’t think you can?”

“I mean… Ah… I don’t… I’ve never… Oh gosh…”

“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” He gulped and nodded. “It’s OK, sweety. I figured as much.”

“W-w-well… I can’t… Huhhh… Oh gosh… I don’t have… I don’t have a-”

“Condom? I’ve got a box in my drawer. Bought ‘em just for us~”

A box? For us??? How long has she been planning this? He was running out of excuses. He had to say it. His mouth jittered as the words struggled their way out. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I don’t think I can… I’m sorry…” He huddled his head into his shoulders guiltily, bracing for her wrath.

She gave it to him. Her scowl returned tenfold. “You don’t think you can? Why not?”

He was dreadfully aware of how dense her muscles felt against him. “I’m… I’m not ready. I don’t think I want to…” I don’t think I’ll ever be ready… Not with what I have.

“Then get ready,” she bit.

Andrew took a deep breath through his nose. For the most part, his breathing steadied. He looked her in the eye, chanting those words in his head once more. Man up. New leaf. “No.”

Carla said nothing in return. Her mien did not harden, neither did her muscles rip him apart. After a single tense moment, she relaxed. She looked off into the distance thoughtfully. Andrew never wanted to know what someone was thinking more before that moment. Carla, to his surprise, let go of him and scooted back. “OK, Andrew,” she said calmly. “I’m sorry.”

Hearing that struck him with an almost orgasmic level of relief. “I’m sorry, too.”

She shook her head. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong. You told how you were feeling, and I’m glad you did.”

Andrew almost saw stars. “Thanks for understanding.”

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she reached behind her head and grabbed the back of her tank top. She pulled it over and off of her head, then slung it off of her arms. Andrew’s eyes went wide. Just as quickly as it had settled, his heart threw itself into a frenzy. He watched helplessly as she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, letting free her pert bosom. His gaze followed her chest as she stood up and undid her shorts. She pulled them down her thick legs along with her panties. She stepped out of them and tossed them into the center of the room. Andrew gawked up at her, utterly without thought or speech. The sight of her womanly slit perched between her thighs amidst a gossamer plain of tan fur struck him functionless.

She looked down at him blankly, paws on her broad hips. “Like what you see?” He nodded. Her paws rubbed above her chalice, just below her navel. “Do you think I’m sexy?” That was an understatement. She was the goddess of athleticism and bodily perfection. He nodded again. She got down on her side and leaned close to him on her arm. His nose twitched from her soft smell. “Do you want to touch me?”

Once again, words failed him. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I… Um… Y-y-yeah…”

She straightened her back  and pointed her chest at him. “Go ahead. You can do it.” Trouble was, he wasn’t sure if he could. It was beyond tempting. The every-man’s achievement of touching a girl’s boobs was quite literally hanging in front of him. The immaculate curvature of her breasts and the rosy pink nipples that capped them had an allure that drove him mad. Of course, his body hardly had the motor to make him do so. Man up and New leaf weren’t quite cutting it in the motivation department. She helped him out. “Andrew, I want you to touch me.”

Who was he to say no? He reached out to her with a timid hand and cupped the underside of her left breast. The resulting sigh and moan she made was only slightly exaggerated. She wanted to encourage him, but the instant buzz of his soft palm gracing her nipple was very real. Andrew, meanwhile, was exuberant. Holy crap! I’m touching a girl’s boob! He got adventurous, or at least by his standards. He swirled his hand around, savoring that heavenly texture of skin, fur, and flesh so feminine. She swooned for him. Her nipples stiffened and tickled against his palm.

He cleared his throat. “Uhm… These are very nice…”

“Mmm… Thank you…” She grabbed his other hand and planted it on her other breast. He did well to show it the attention it deserved too. “You’re very good at this,” she said. He wasn’t the handsy type, but the kindness of his touch did more than make up for it.

He chuckled nervously. “Thanks.”

“Can I see you naked too?”

He came to a stop. He finally realized what she was doing. He looked at his hands. His fingers were sunk into her flesh while her furs clung to him like tiny fingers. With his grabbers firmly latched to her boobs, she had him right where she wanted him. Clever girl. “Y-yeah…”

Carla, the girl who got what she wanted, smiled. “Good~” She sat back to give him room. Andrew took his time taking his shirt off, revealing the pasty white skin of his torso. He laid on his back and undid his pants. Here we go. He wiggled out of his pants, and kicked them off of his ankle. He was left in his tighty-whities, the most nude he’d ever been in the presence of a woman. Carla watched excitedly. Her gaze drilled into his crotch where she searched desperately for his bulge. She saw nothing. Andrew stood up. He couldn’t look her in the eye. He grabbed his waistband. Sorry, Carla. He pulled them down.

Carla kept looking, and looking and looking. She waited, as if at any moment she would finally see what she had been looking for. She double checked to see if he was naked. He was, evident by the sheer amount of blinding white skin she was currently exposed to. So, she kept looking. She came up empty. She asked herself, Where is his di-?

She saw it, and startled violently. Andrew flinched. He was wondering when she would react. Andrew’s penis was where it should have been. It took Carla so long to find it due to its appalling brevity. Andrew’s manhood failed by every metric to live up to that title. His penis, locked behind his pinched foreskin, was abhorrently tiny. It stuck from him like a miniscule finger; Carla’s pinky was more impressive by far. His scrotum was nothing to compensate for it. It was a bunched ball of wrinkled flesh that failed to outreach even his cock. His testes were a depressed pair of beans that bulged his sack just barely.

Andrew felt her eyes on his penis like knives. His lips wrenched into a sorrowful frown as the humiliation trembled the muscles in his legs. This was what he was afraid of. This was his shame. Andrew’s body never matured to the standard so many other men’s had, but the rest of his body was studly compared to his miniscule cock. His entire teenage life had involved him keeping it secret. He never undressed in the locker room, he never wore tight pants, he wore his belts tightly to prevent a malfunction. It was his terrible secret he dreaded revealing to even a single person, though he knew that if a girl ever loved him, he would have to. That day had finally come, but he had no idea it’d be so soon. 

He looked down to see Carla’s reaction. She didn’t laugh or smile derisively. She didn’t sneer out of disgust. She didn’t frown out of pity. Looking at his penis, eyes wide, brow lifted, she looked… fascinated. She kept staring for several seconds, wordlessly. She simply couldn’t look away at what could’ve been classified as a medical anomaly. It was small, puny, pathetic, paltry. Nothing like it had a chance to ever please a woman, let alone Carla.

To her, it was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.

She reached out and grabbed his thighs to pull herself in for a closer look. Yeah, it’s real alright. Holy shit. A smile rose the corners of her lips. Andrew took it for amusement. “I’m really small… I know. I’m sorry.”

“Shhhhhh, don’t be sorry.” She rubbed the back of his thighs. She loved how soft his skin was. “I think it’s precious~” She took one paw and lifted his scrotum with just two fingers. He gasped and shuddered. She watched as his penis throbbed and made an attempt to stiffen. It failed, held back by the ardent clench of his foreskin. No matter how hard his little weenie tried, it couldn’t make it through. He hissed through the pain as the skin remained fused. It bulged around his tip, but refused to break. “Here, sweety. Let me help.” She took her fingers and gingerly held his penis. As gently as she would handle a butterfly, she stroked his cock from tip to hilt, pulling his foreskin back over his shaft. The skin broke easily, letting free his tiny pink cock-helmet.

“Uhh~!” Andrew came upon her touch. She felt his prick throb once, twice, and then quit. Two fat blips of milky white spat from his bitty slit and plipped onto the comforter below. Andrew was in a fit, jiggling and shaking where he stood. His knees knocked, threatening to crumple from beneath him. His entire pelvic region was blasted with a terrible pleasure like a crushing ache. He gasped and whimpered. “Uhhhh… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Carla… Oh God…” This was his first orgasm, one he was not at all prepared for. His ill-developed manhood never demanded his attention throughout his teenage years, and he never gave it any. He’d never given himself to a woman until now. He took pride in being ‘pure’ as he called it, but currently all of his purity was dripping out of his tiny dick in thin, watery drops.

Carla certainly wasn’t expecting that, but she wasn’t offended at all. Indeed, he looked even more precious as he unloaded what tiny amount of cum he could muster. The flesh on his thighs and butt wobbled as he shook. His nipples grew hard. With the select few men she’d had sex with, not a single one of them had sprung a leak so easily and with as much emotion. She looked up at him and saw the tears welling in his eyes. “Awwwwww… Was that my sweet boy’s first time?”

He sniffled and nodded. “Y-y-y-y-y-yes… It was…”

“Mmm, I can tell. It’s OK. You didn’t do anything wrong. I liked it~” Indeed she did. The heat between her thighs was growing hot. Plans most foul were materializing in her head. She stroked his cock some more. “Think you can do that again for me?” He answered her with another crackly whimper and another orgasm. More cum came dribbling from his cock as the tremor in his legs intensified. He squeaked and moaned long after his pitiful climax was finished. Oh yes, Carla was about to have plenty of fun~

Carla knelt upright so that she was eye level with him. She rubbed his lower back in small, soothing circles. “Shhhhhhh, hush now. It’s OK. You did good~”

He hyperventilated. “I- I- I- I- I did?”

“Yes, and I want you to do it again~”

He looked down at his penis. He had no idea how many of those he had left in him, but he had a feeling Carla was going to find out for them. She kissed him some more. He tried kissing back. The best he could do was submit to the draconian will of her lips and tongue. Their kiss broke off. He found himself wanting more. She let go of him and scooted backwards, off of the bed. “You’re so cute. Let’s take some pictures.” She went to her discarded pants where her phone was still tucked into the back pocket. She fished it out and opened the camera. She aimed it at him. He fidgeted his fingers in front of his chest unsure of what to do. She snapped a picture. “Cute. Let’s get some more.” She had him pose several times, capturing every single angle imaginable. She took careful effort to get as many shots of his precious butt and tiny cock, encouraging him along the way. “There we go. That’s perfect. Ooh, I like that. Yes. Good boy~” Andrew went along, but not without that burden of embarrassment turning his face red and making his heart thump. He prayed with each photo that it would be the last.

A few dozen had been taken before Carla joined him on the bed, cuddled up next to him, and scrolled through that debaucherous album. He nodded along and smiled, but could not fight that feeling of dread as he saw his bubbly, white haunches on full display along with his pitiful excuse for a sex organ. Carla giggled and cooed with each one, commenting on his body. “Oooooh, your butt looks so cute in this one!” She reached the last photo. She saw him blushing hard in her peripheral. She decided to joke with him a little. “Well, I can’t wait to send this to all of my friends!”

“NO!” Andrew yelled. Carla jolted and leaned away from him. Her expression turned fierce. “I mean… Don’t. Please.”

The fun had died. He clearly had no fucking idea who he was talking to. He had lost his mind. Carla, scowling, went to her text app and selected several of her friends for a new conversation.

“Carla…”

She hit the image button.

“Carla, I’m sorry.”

She selected every single image of Andrew.

“Carla! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry I yelled!”

She lifted her thumb over the send button and jerked it down.

	He grabbed her shoulder. “WAIT! STOP! I’m sorry!”

Her thumb came to a halt. Her face went blank as she looked over at him. “You won’t yell at me again, will you?”

“No! I swear!”

“You promise?”

“I promise! On everything.” She spent several seconds, the longest in his life, looking at him silently. She deleted the message and deleted the chat. He sighed dramatically. “Thank you. Oh God, thank you.”

He wasn’t out of the woods yet. It was a joke when she suggested sending it to her friends, but he made the mistake of believing her. It wasn’t a joke any more. She liked watching him squirm. Now he was going to do a whole lot more. “OK, who should we send it to?”

He blinked. “W-wha..?”

“We have all of these pics. I can’t just hold on to them myself. We gotta send it to somebody.”

That didn’t sound right. “W-wait… I don’t think we should.”

“Afraid people are gonna learn about your tiny little cock?” she jeered.

“Um, well… yes?”

“OK, then we won’t send it to my friends.” She clicked her phone off and set it aside. She sat up. “Where’s your phone?”

He didn’t think it was a good idea to tell her that, but she was going to find it eventually, and lying to her that he didn’t have it was a very bad idea. “In my pants pocket.”

She scooted off the bed and grabbed his phone out of his shorts. “What’s your passcode?” He told her, and she unlocked it. She went to his contacts. He couldn’t see what she was looking at, but every upswipe of her thumb made his gut clench. She narrowed his eyes and came back to the bed, sitting on the edge. She showed him the screen. “Who are these people?” He was relieved to see she wasn’t in his photos. He reached for his phone, which she promptly pulled out of his reach. “Ah, ah. I’ll tell you their names, you tell me who they are.”

She scrolled through his contact list, saying aloud every name she saw. Andrew morosely told her their relation to him. “Brother, friend, friend, coworker, friend, boss, friend, my old therapist, friend, my best friend, coworker, coworker, friend…” They went through the whole list, A to Z. Four people stood out to her: Andrew’s Mom, his best friend Morgan, his boss Mrs. Galena, and his old therapist, Erica. From their profile pictures, she could tell that they were all beautiful women with cute faces and big tits. Oh yeah, they would do just fine.

Andrew was glad when Carla gave him his phone back. What didn’t make him glad was her next command. “Be a good boy and film yourself masturbating for me.”

He gaped at her. “W-why?”

“‘Cause I want your gal-friends to know just how cute your little peen is. I wanna show them just what kind of man you are, Carla’s precious little man~”

Panic set in. He came close to hyperventilating. “I… I don’t think I should.”

“That so?” She picked her phone up and held it up to him. “You want me to show the whole school instead?”

“N-no!”

“I didn’t think so. Why not send some cute vids to some people you trust, rather than some pics to people you don’t. It’s up to you sweety.” She grinned sweetly at him, but he made no mistake that just beneath that loving veneer was a grinning skull of pure mischief.

Man up and New leaf meant nothing to him now. All of that had disintegrated like a sand castle struck by a swift kick, one delivered by Carla. He bowed his head and submitted. “How should I do it?”

“I say you do it in the bathroom, in front of a mirror.” She got off the bed. “Follow me.” He meekly walked behind her to the bathroom. Even as he sulked in defeat, he couldn’t help but watch as her perky rump bounced with each step. She opened the bathroom door for him. He stepped inside. The room was small with a toilet, a single sink, and a combination bath and shower. An ovular mirror was on the wall above the sink. “There we go. Take a vid of yourself cumming a few times. I’ll tell you when you’re done~”

Andrew looked at his reflection. His torso was a flat slate of sheet white broken only by the double poke of his nipples and the cavity of his navel. There, beneath his waist, was that minute clot of flesh, still erect for everything it was worth. It ached from his previous climaxes, but still thrummed with an intense demand for his touch. With Carla watching him, he didn’t have much of a choice but to oblige. He opened the camera app on his phone. He set it to video and aimed it at the mirror. He pinched his penis between his thumb and index finger, instantly sending a bite of pleasure. Let’s get this over with. He hit record the moment he started masturbating. The camera caught his nude reflection, cut off by the mirror at mid-thigh. His cheeks were flushed and his jaw was slack as he gasped softly. He struggled to keep the camera steady, but for the most part he remained in-frame. 

Masturbation wasn’t something he was good at. He didn’t quite have the hardware for it. Regardless, every stroke of his fingers meant more and more pleasure. His tiny cock held the same amount of nerve endings any other man’s did, so rubbing it was as potent as anything else. He moaned involuntarily. His toes curled into the soft mat he stood on. His tummy caved in with each desperate inhale. He saw the desperate look on his face, how contorted his features were. The knowledge that Carla and other women he knew would see it too made his emotions all the sharper.

He came again with a shrill inhale. His legs nearly gave out as yet another serving of his seed came oozing from his cock. “Mmmmmmnnnngghhh~” he whimpered as he struggled to keep the camera focused on the mirror. He glanced at the time; it hadn’t even been a full minute. He didn’t see her, but he could feel Carla’s eyes locked on him. Just one after such a short time wasn’t going to cut it. With all of his willpower he continued stroking, maintaining that burn of pleasure now settled deep across his loins and in his balls.

He came twice, three times, four times. It was a barrage of intense feelings almost continuous. The bodily joy blinded all other sensations, spreading across his groin and into his jiggling buttocks and thighs. A steady current of cum drizzled from his cock, plipping meekly to the mat and tile below. The recording stretched past five minutes once he forced himself to a halt. He looked and felt like he was on the brink of tears. He didn’t notice it while performing, but his voice was constantly moaning and whining. He sounded like a girl. He hoped that was enough, and killed the recording.

Luckily for him, Carla was more than pleased. “Good boy~ You did such a good job.” She entered the bathroom and took the phone from him. She played the video, forcing him to relive his shame. Hearing his pathetic whimpers from the phone’s speaker was torture. He could barely bring himself to watch, but morbid curiosity kept his eyes locked. Seeing that white nectar pour from his little dingy was surreal, and in a bizarre way, satisfying. “Perfect~ This’ll work great. Now, who do we send to first?” Andrew gulped. This was gonna be rough. Carla rubbed her chin ponderously. “How aboooouuuut… Morgan? Your best friend?”

Andrew groaned. He did not want to send that video to Morgan, but if there was anyone who would’ve taken it the easiest, it would’ve been her. His best friend since middle school, she was a sea otter who spent many of her free days with Andrew, hanging out. She was his antithesis, outgoing, spry, life-loving, and talkative. He loved being around her thanks to her energy and infectious attitude. They were best friends for life, the kind who had tons of inside jokes and told each other secrets. Andrew’s tiny pecker wasn’t one of them, not that he ever thought of sharing it. Truth was, he harbored some jealousy towards Morgan as he watched her develop into a rubenesque woman, the kind boys liked to ogle and fantasize about, all the while Andrew was left behind in the maturity race. Still, he considered her his dearest friend, one he trusted with almost anything.

Almost, of course. This wasn’t something he was sure she could handle. Either way, he was about to find out. Carla clicked her contact and sent the video. “Now, we wait. Let’s pretend that this was just a little accident. Let’s go back to my bed and wait to see what she thinks~” They went back to Carla’s bed and laid down together, waiting for a response. Andrew stared at the thumbnail of his nude body overlaid by a white play arrow. It was joined by a small text that turned his gut into lead: SEEN AT 1:13. “Ooh! Looks like she saw it! I wonder what she’ll say?” Andrew did too, albeit with a much greater anguish.

Morgan’s response appeared.

Morgan: Holy shit! Is that you????

Carla snickered and typed a response.

“Andrew”: OH SHIT! I’M SO SORRY MORGAN! I DIDNT MEAN TO SEND THAT!

Morgan: Lol i didnt think you did. Its ok. Did you mean to send that to a girl?

“Andrew”: Yeah. My gf. What do you think?

There was a long pause. Andrew’s entire musculature twisted into a full-body cringe.

Morgan: I think you should be careful when sending videos!

“Andrew”: No i mean what d you think about the video? Do you like my cock?

“Carla…” Andrew whined. He got hushed curtly. There was another extended period of no response. Eventually:

Morgan: Um… If it was an accident why are you asking?

“Andrew”: I want to send it to a girl i want to hear what you think now that youv seen it

Andrew didn’t know what was worse, Morgan’s reaction and likely disgust, or Carla’s abhorrent grammar.

Morgan: does this girl know youre sending it?

“Andrew”: Yes she asked fr it

Morgan: I think you should send something else.

Andrew’s heart plummeted like an elevator cut from its cable.

“Andrew”: Like what? What sould i do? Is my cock good enough?

Morgan: Just send her cute selfies with clothes on. Your dick is fine

“Hmmmmmmm,” Carla said. “Something tells me she’s lying.” Andrew agreed sardonically.

“Andrew”: She asked for a video of my cock. What do you think about it?

Morgan: I think you should tell her size doesn’t matter and that you can have sex with her in different ways.

Andrew felt his cock shiver. “Awwwww, she’s sweet,” Carla said, smiling at him. “Why don’t you touch yourself some more while I chat with her? That’ll cheer you up~” He wasn’t so sure, but he did as he was asked. He stroked his thingy , thinking about Morgan watching his video and how she may have reacted. Disgust, shock, amazement, and amusement all took their turns. He felt so powerless and small.. He looked down at that messy stub of flesh and pouted. At that moment, he wished Morgan was there in person.

“Andrew”: You dont think my cock is big enough

Andrew knew she would tell him the truth. He braced for it.

Morgan: No. It isnt. Its pretty small Andrew. Im sorry but thats not gonna impress any girls.

He knew it was coming, but it still hit him like a sledgehammer. He squeaked as another orgasm hit him. Cum drooled down his peen.

“Awww, sweety. You like it when girls tell you how small your dick is?” Carla asked.

Dammit, he had to admit it. The shame was too great and the evidence leaking down his prick too obvious. He nodded.

“Awwww, I can tell. Don’t worry, we’re gonna hear a lot more~”

“Andrew”: Thanks morgan. You helped a lot. 

Morgan: No problem. Just be more careful in the future. I gotta say tho. You were super cute! I might hang on to this video if you dont mind~

Morgan: heehee just teasing :P

But both of them knew she wasn’t. That video was going into her library where it was going to stay for a long time. Carla patted Andrew’s belly. “That went great! She took it pretty easy, didn’t she?” It could’ve gone a lot worse, for sure, Andrew thought. “Let’s see, how about we send it to your mom next?”

He shot her a terrified look. He opened his mouth to protest, but knew damn well nothing he could say would stop her. She was already clicking “Mom” in his contacts and attaching the video to a message. His jaw clenched as he prepared for what was sure to be a terrible tongue-lashing.

The message sent. They didn’t have to wait long.

Mom: Andrew!!!! What did you just send me?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Andrew felt ready to puke. Carla typed away, giggling madly.

“Andrew”: SO SORRY MOM! I DIDNT MEAN TO SEND THAT TO YOU

Mom: I didn’t think you did! Are you sending that to girls? You better not be!

Trust me, I wish I wasn’t.

“Andrew”: Carla asked for it. She wanted to see me naked

Mom: Andrew, sweetheart you can’t send videos like that, even if girls ask for it. What if you had sent that to one of your friends instead of me?

Carla chortled. “Well, we already know that!” She elbowed Andrew knowingly. Andrew could only frown sadly while he continued masturbating.

“Andrew”: Sorry mom. Wont happen again

Mom: You never told me your willy was that small sweetheart.

Andrew squirmed his feet together. He felt another orgasm coming.

“Andrew”: You think its small?

Mom: Super small. Did you do something to it?

“Andrew”: No mom thats its real size.

Mom: You’re kidding!

“She doesn’t believe us,” Carla said. “Why don’t we send more proof?” Carla got up from the bed and walked over to her desk. She reached into a cup of pencils and pulled out a rubber eraser. She tossed it to him and then the phone. “Snap a picture of your dick next to that. Let her know just how teeny you are~”

Andrew wondered where it had all gone wrong. He pressed the eraser up to his cum-glazed cock, dwarfing it easily. He opened the camera app, and took a picture of that terrible side-by-side. Carla snatched the phone from him and did the sending for him.

Mom: Oh sweetie, you are just a little thing. It’s OK. Carla will still love you.

Carla cackled.

“Andrew”: She already saw it. She says its the cutest thing ever

Mom: You see! You don’t need to be big to make a girl happy. Just be careful who you send those videos to, OK?

“Andrew”: Ok mom

Carla crawled onto the bed next to him and showed them the exchange. Andrew groaned and experienced his next climax. His knees jerked and his body vibrated as yet more ecstasy blossomed across his flesh. Carla rubbed his thigh soothingly. “Theeeere we go. Let it all out. Keep it up, ‘cause we ain’t done. How about your boss, Mrs. Galena?” 

He wasn’t even done cumming by the time she sent the video again. “W-w-w-w-wait… Stop…” The weakness of his protests belied how desperate he was to stop her. Mrs. Galena, his boss at the sporting goods store, was a proud, married woman. A grizzly bear, she had a stoic attitude fitting for her enormous physique. She had enormous hips and an explosive bosom. As much of a woman she was to look at, Andrew wouldn’t dare lest she catch him and tear him to shreds. Whatever punishment awaited him now was about to be far worse, however.

Her reaction was surprisingly tame.

Galena: Is this a joke or what? Did you mean to send me that?

Carla gave the usual response.

Galena: Haha! Thats funny. You trying to impress a girl with that little dick of yours? Good luck. I’ve seen toddlers more hung than you.

Andrew wasn’t expecting this at all. He wasn’t sure if this was better or worse. It was probably better, considering he still masturbated.

“Oh wow! She’s mean, really mean! I like her~” Carla goaded.

“Andrew”: You think my cock is small?

Galena: Small? For christs sake I thought you were playing with a toy or some shit. Youve had the same dick since elementary, havent you? Hell even thats being generous.

“Jesus Christ! She’s brutal!” Carla said. Andrew closed his eyes. He rubbed his willy hard.

“Andrew”: I’m sorry I showed it to you. Am i fired?

Galena: No. Small dicked fellas like you need a break. I know it was an accident cause theres no way youd try and impress me with that puny thing. Shit that thing cant get any smaller can it?

Carla looked at his cock, still clamped between his fingers. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She sat up and grabbed his free hand. She pulled him off the bed after her and dragged him back to the bathroom. He watched, hand still on his peepee, as she turned the faucet on her bath. The faucet gurgled loudly as a fountain of white spray came tumbling out. She’d only turned the knob a quarter. It was frigid. She waited until the bath was halfway filled before she killed it. She stepped back and gestured to the tub. “Come on in, the water’s fine~”

He waddled forward, accidentally stepping in some cum from earlier. He dipped his toe in and immediately retracted it with a hiss and a shiver. He took some deep breaths and put his foot in, followed by the other. He took his sweet time sitting down. He shivered nastily with his knees resting against the walls of the tub. He hugged himself tightly as his teeth began to chatter.

Carla watched his dick retreat into his body. Like Galena, she didn’t think he could get much smaller. But if there’s a will, there’s a way. Andrew’s weenie sucked into itself until it was hardly a tiny pink button blanketed in wrinkled skin. “Wow. That’s crazy.” Carla said, handing him his phone. “Try not to drop it.” He snatched it from her and took a picture as fast as he could. The moment the deed was done, he stood up and hopped out of that arctic puddle. Carla laughed and took the phone. “Dry off. You earned it.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He snatched a towel off the rack and hurriedly wiped himself dry.

She sent the pic to Galena.

“Andrew”: I guess it can get smaller

Galena: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA Holy shit thats perfect! Lol! I’m gonna show this to my husband. Hes gonna laugh his ass off. Thanks for the laugh! I think I’ll give you a raise for it

“Well! I think that worked out pretty good!” Carla patted him on the back as she showed him the message. He didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “Looks like your tiny friend earned you some money! At this rate you’ll be rich.”

In spite of himself, Andrew laughed. “Yeah… I guess so.”

“I think we’ll send it to ooooooone more person. Think your therapist Erica will enjoy it as much as your boss did?”

That was a good question. Out of the four women Carla had chosen, Erica was the only one who knew about Andrew’s penis. A white pine marten, she was his therapist throughout his high school years up to his graduation. Crippling anxieties and insecurities made him confess to his parents that he needed someone to talk to. He was sent to Erica, who very quickly gained his trust. She was a good listener and very insightful. She gave him sound advice and told him everything he needed to hear when he needed to hear it. It also helped that she was drop dead gorgeous. Her flaxen, white fur and mesmerizingly blue eyes had Andrew in a trance everytime he looked at her. Her figure was the embodiment of feminine and her voice was suave and articulate. He never admitted it, but she was his first crush. The reason he had told her about his penis was that he was wondering what she would think about it. He never got a satisfactory answer. 

He was going to now. Carla and him went back to the bed to wait for her response. More than any other’s, he looked forward to it. He leaned up against Carla, staring apprehensively at the phone. Carla smiled to herself, happy to see him so involved.

Erica: Andrew! Did you mean to send this?

Carla told her it was an accident and that it was meant for another girl.

Erica: It’s OK! Did the girl ask for it?

“Andrew”: Yeah.

Erica: Good! I’m glad you sent it then! That took a lot of guts! I’m proud of you!

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Andrew began to smile. He grabbed his dingy, now free from his foreskin, and stroked it some more.

“Andrew”: Thanks! Do you think my cock is small?

Erica: It is, but it’s also very cute! No man I know would have the guts to show that to any woman. The fact that you did is really amazing! That video was too adorable! I think she’ll love it!

“Heh, I sure did.” Carla chuckled.

A queer feeling blossomed through Andrew’s chest. After having so much humiliation stacked on him, he didn’t recognize what it was at first. For the first time, he felt pride in his penis. His breath quickened as did the pace of his strokes. The image of Erica flashing him a congratulatory smile went through his mind as he came once again, shuddering with delight and even managing to laugh a little. 

Carla laughed with him and pulled his face into the side of her bosom. “That’s my big, sweet boy. I’m proud of you~”

“Andrew”: Thanks a lot!

Erica: No problem! I’m glad you’re taking these steps! I’ll show this video to my clients so that they can learn to be as brave as you!

“Y’see that? She called you ‘brave’.”

Andrew had felt a myriad of things the past hour, but ‘brave’ wasn’t one of them. He still appreciated it greatly, though. “Y-yeah.”

“I think that’ll do for now,” Carla said as she killed the phone and tossed it aside. “But you’re not done working for me.”

Andrew’s smile vanished. “What now?”

“Tomorrow I’m gonna have you visit a place for me and have some fun. Let’s say I know a gal who works there, and so do you~” She smirked at him like she knew something he didn’t.

“Wh-what is it?”

“You’ll see. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. But for now, there's something you gotta do for me that’s semi-related.”

“What?” 

“This.” She spread her legs and nodded downward. Andrew looked and saw her cunt splayed open on its own to the nth degree. The fur around it glistened with moisture while the muscles beneath bulged and flexed totally independent of her control. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn to cum.”

He looked at his willy uncertainly. “Um… I don’t think I can-”

“Not with that, doofus!” she said, rolling her eyes. “I wouldn’t count on you to make any girl cum with that if your life depended on it!”

“Oh… Then how?”

She pinched his lips as if telling him to shut up. “With this, genius.” Before he knew it, Carla grabbed his shoulder and flipped him onto his belly on top of her. She shoved him down until he was face to face with her draconian pussy. His nose crinkled from the aroma, one that was earthy and fleshy at once.

He looked up at her. “So… Do I just… Put my tong-?”

He was cut off by receiving a faceful of bunny cunny. “Mmph… Just use your tongue a little. Ahh… That’s it. A little deeper. Faster too. Oh! Easy… Just use your lips, not a whole lot though. Mmmm… Huhhh… There we go. Use your tongue! Ahhh! Ahaha! That’s it, right there… Huhhh! You’re pretty good at this. Oh God… Yes… Yes! Huhhhh…. Huhhhh!!!”