Andrew was totally naked except for the single white towel that was draped across his waist like a censor bar. He was lying on his back on a massage table, in a room by himself. It was dimly lit by a few candles and wall lamps. The counters surrounding him were black granite. He looked around and saw various bottles of oil, diffusers, cabinets, and a microwave. He wondered what they were all for, but he mostly reflected on everything Carla had told him.

She had made an appointment for him the day after their adventure in her apartment. She scheduled him for an afternoon at the local massage parlor. She requested a spot with one girl in particular: Brittany, his roommate. It was going to be awkward, which is why he thought she was making him do this. For all he knew, she probably already sent Brittany his nudes. He didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t have to do anything other than get a massage and ask her a strange question, one he failed to comprehend: “Do you serve malt liquor here?” It was almost certain they didn’t, but Carla insisted that he had to ask. He figured it was some kind of inside joke between them. All Carla told him was that it definitely meant something, and that he had to go along.

Eventually the door opened. He looked up and saw Brittany wearing a white polo shirt and black pants. She stopped abruptly once she recognized Andrew. “Oh! Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he greeted back. It was already awkward.

“I saw the name was ‘Andrew’, but I didn’t know it was you.”

He smiled nervously. “Surprise.”

She smiled back just as enthusiastically. “Yeah, surprise.” She walked inside and sighed. “Well, get on your belly.” He could hear her reluctance. He didn’t blame her. Making sure the towel was firmly around his waist he flipped around. He was keenly aware of wherever Brittany was in the room. With his face stuck into the ovular opening in the table, he could not see her, but certainly felt her presence as she meandered about getting ready to take care of him. “Did you ask for me?” she asked.

Not exactly. “Yeah, I did. I, um… wanted to see how good you were.”

“Well, don’t get your hopes up.”

The massage began normally. Brittany pressed her fingertips into the firm dough of his upper back and kneaded them in circles. She went heavier than expected, making him tense. A few more moments of rubbing and he managed to relax. He closed his eyes and pictured her standing over him, bent forward, shirt stretched over her enormous breasts, putting love and care into each individual stroke. He realized how badly he needed this. The stress of Carla holding his nudes hostage and the knowledge that four women had seen his tiny cock had taken its toll. Brittany did well to bludgeon that away with smooth, delicate presses along his back and shoulders. She squeezed his arms, then his calves, then his legs. He felt his penis stiffen, but didn’t worry about it. He was well covered and didn’t intend on changing that. He nearly forgot about the task at hand. He was drifting towards sleep when Carla sprouted back into his thoughts like a nasty weed. “Hey, Brittany?”

“Yeah?” She was pressing her palms underneath his shoulder blades.

“Can I ask you a question? It might sound kind of weird.”

“Um, OK…”

He sighed. “Do you guys sell malt liquor here?”

He expected her to laugh, or tell him ‘no’, or stop and ask what the hell that meant. Instead she kept massaging him as if he had asked nothing. “I was wondering when you were gonna ask that.”

Andrew frowned in his facehole. “You were?”

“Yeah.” She stopped massaging him and stood back from the table. He heard her walk to the door and lock it. Ker-chick. He looked up from the hole and over at her. She was coming back, casually kicking her shoes off. He watched as she took her shirt off, revealing her massive-cupped, white bra. His eyes widened and his face went red. “You look surprised,” she said flatly, unbuttoning her pants. She slid them down to the floor and stepped out of them. A thong clung to her hips, looking ready to snap from the strain of her incredible breadth.

Andrew wasn’t quite prepared for this. “Um… I, uh… I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what that meant? It’s a codeword for happy endings here. Who told you to ask that, Carla?” He nodded. She rolled her eyes. “I figured. She and the team come here after victories. She’s a usual here.”

“Y-you mean she…”

“Yeah, she swings both ways. Hmm, judging by your face you didn’t know that. That’s like her not to tell you. So,” she put her paw on her hip. “You wanna go through with this? You don’t have to.”

If only that were true. “Um… Yeah, I do… Um… let’s do it…” his throat choked on that last word.

“Alright then.” She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor, letting loose her valorant bosom. It settled into place with a tremendous drop, wobbling healthily for a second. The right breast was mostly covered in a brown splotch that carried over to her side and back while her left was entirely white. Her areolas were large saucers of chocolate brown. She slid her thong off, rendering her totally natural except for the socks on her feet. “Take the towel off, don’t leave me hanging.”

“R-r-r-right…” He turned around onto his back and sat on the edge of the table. He instinctively kept the towel clumped around his crotch to hide his shame. Brittany raised her eyebrow, silently asking if he was really up for this. He wasn’t, but there was no turning back. With a glum sigh he peeled the towel away, showing her his tiny prick.

Brittany’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Her body straightened to attention. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, suddenly more alive than he’d ever seen her. He expected the same things he had with Carla: laughter, disgust, apathy, pity. Again, he got none of those. “That’s so cute!” Her voice hit a pitch far higher than the monotone he was used to from her. It was like he’d rewinded the clock on her maturity a decade. She sounded like someone who had seen a cute baby. She practically skipped to him, breasts bouncing, and knelt in front of him for a closer look. He leaned back, completely caught off guard. She went cross eyed as she neared her face to it, as if his peen was some neat rock or artifact. He had no idea if this was an act or not, but judging by her abrupt change in enthusiasm, it probably wasn’t. “I’ve never seen one so small! It’s adorable!” She poked it gently.

He jerked and closed his legs slightly. “Ah! Easy!”

She giggled. “Awww, are you sensitive?”

“Huhhh, yeah, really sensitive.”

“Awwww.” She stood up and rubbed his shoulders. She looked at him like he was a child who just got a bad scratch. “I love it when boys have tiny cocks. Yours is perfect. It’s like a little finger! Let me take care of it~” He didn’t resist as she laid him out on his back. He stared straight up as if in a trance. Did Carla know this was gonna happen? She had to. This couldn’t have been a coincidence. Brittany hopped onto the table and straddled his shins, facing him. She bowed forward, resting her breasts on his thighs and her chin just below his tiny pouch. Her enormous butt stuck up into the air with her doggy tail wagging above it wildly. She rubbed her paws up and down the flanks of his hips. “So cute,” she whispered, enamored with that miniscule yet somehow proud nub of meat sticking up from him. Geez, not even Carla was this crazy about it.

She grabbed it gently between her thumb and fore finger. Sharp pleasure ripped through him. “Huhhh!” Only two more strokes of her fingers and he was cumming. “Nnnnnnnnggghhh~” His legs squirmed, unable to move far under the crush of her weight. Tiny, weak spits of cum came out of him and oozed down onto her fingers.

She gasped. “That’s so cuuuuuuute! Was that good?” He groaned and nodded. “Good! Can you do that again?” She hadn’t stopped stroking him. He couldn’t tell her ‘yes’ by the time he whimpered and came again, making his body vibrate and jiggle. She giggled excitedly. “Good boy! I’m gonna make you feel so good~” 

God, is this the same Brittany!? he wondered. She sat up and scooted up his thighs. She lifted herself up and planted her cunt on his puny shaft. That brought out another orgasm, one far more fierce than the two preceding it. Andrew grabbed her hips while his back curled up. He moaned loudly. Brittany gasped and threw her head back, flinging her shiny brown curls.

“Huhhhh… Yes, Andrew… That’s so sweet…” She started humping him, grinding her clit onto his tiny yet solid cock. She moaned sweetly, throwing her hips into a sweeping circle and pressing his into the cushion of the table. He moaned with her just as loudly as the aggressive grip of her cunt drained more and more of his seed in a merciless procession of more and more orgasms. She felt his every pulse and throb directly on her clit which burned brightly with a pleasure equaling his. “Ohh! Yes! Hahhh! Andrew… Huhhh! That’s so good… Yes! Cum for me… Cum for me~”

He didn’t have much of a choice. He obeyed again and again until he thought he might die beneath the ferocious siege of her feminism. He cried out with joy. His baby dick had become a white hot receptacle of her love, letting loose more and more of his cum. She felt it just as well. Her voice went shrill as her own climax approached fast. It hit her hard, striking her body into a colossal shudder that bounced her body on top of him. “Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhggghhhhhh~~~!!!” she groaned, muzzle thrusted upwards to the ceiling. Her cunt squeezed around him hard, dragging her down with him into that fathomless abyss of euphoria. His voice harmonized with her as his red face contorted with what could’ve been confused as agony. It almost was.

Their orgasms faded and the two of them panted together loudly. The afterburn ached across their loins and thighs deeply. She settled down and swam her paws around his chest. “Ohh, Andrew. Huhhh… That was so good… Oh my God… I’m so glad you came here… Yes~”

“Ahhh… Ahhh… Me too… Haha… Ahh…”

She pried her cunt off of his cock, now absolutely defiled in a thickish coating of their cum. More of it oozed out of her and collected onto the table cushion between his thighs. She rubbed her clit and hummed merrily. “Ohhh… That was so sweet.” She blushed and giggled into her palm.

“What is it?”

“Well, I was wondering if I could take some pictures of your cock. It’s so cute, I want pictures of it to keep for the future.”

Well, crap. How was he supposed to deal with this? He hardly needed another girl in his life having evidence of his pathetic endowment. He knew he should’ve said ‘no’, but he made the mistake of looking up at her puppy-eyes and pouted lip. That wasn’t a face he could say no to. “Uh, yeah, sure. Go ahead.”

She squealed and leapt off of him. She took her phone out of her pants on the floor and climbed back onto the table. She straddled him again, but this time she faced his legs and her knees flanked his shoulders.  Her pussy hovered over his face, eclipsing all of the light around him. A long thin strand of his own cum oozed from it and stuck to his cheek. He huddled his shoulders and cringed quietly, not having the heart to tell her to move. She opened her phone app and laid her belly down on his. Her ass hung over his head precipitously. He could feel the heat exhaling across his nose, crinkling it. He held her thighs for dear life, hoping she would stay where she was. She turned on the face camera and snapped several selfies of her face behind his tiny pecker. She filmed herself stroking him off again, capturing those tiny glubs of cum coming out of his cock. He whimpered and gripped her tighter.

“So sweet. Andrew makes cummies so easy. He’s so cute, isn’t he?” she narrated to the camera. “I wish all boys were like this. His little peepee is so perfect. I rode it and came so hard on it. We both had a good time~” She sat up. Her haunches fell right down on his face, shoving his head into the table cushion and his face into her soft, sloppy canyon.

“Mmmghh!” he groaned, jerking his legs out. His face was squashed beneath her cunt, smearing it with that seminal froth. He felt her entire weight settle on him, locking his head in place. The dual cushion of her enormous buttocks clung to him tightly. Only his scalp was visible from between them. He clawed at her thighs in vain, continuing to cry out. “Hmmmmmgh! Mmmmmmphhhhh!”

Brittany acted oblivious. She rolled and swayed her hips softly, enjoying the comfort of his face. The vibrations of his protests buzzed across her cunny. “Ohh… He’s so sweet. He’s like no other boy in the world~” She held the phone high above her head and aimed it down at herself, filming her conquest as he squirmed beneath her ass. His black hair and the top sliver of his forehead poked out from her buttocks. Her tail swished back and forth gaily. She swooned and bounced on him softly. “Yes~ He makes me feel so good. His little willy is way better than all the big ones. I love it so much, especially when he makes cummies. Ohh… Yes~ Mmmm…” Her pace quickened, turning into an outright hopping on top of his head. His shouts became unmuffled with each lift, only to be smothered just as quickly. Brittany huffed and moaned, until finally she came again. “Huhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!” Her back threw into an arch as the muscles in her thighs erupted. Her glutes clenched on his face like a pair of jaws. His face scrunched as it was greeted by a fat gush of her waters and cum, further vandalizing him. He thought he would die there until finally she lifted her rump off of his head and smiled down at him. Thick pillars of her slime slung between his cheeks and her crotch. She aimed the camera at him. “Mmm, say ‘hi’~”

“Huhhh… Huhhh… Huhhh…” Stars danced across his vision. He looked and felt drunk.

She giggled. “Good boy~” She sat down on his chest, pinning him and squeezing the air out of his lungs. He flinched every time her tail swished across his cum soaked face. “I know a bunch of my girlfriends who’ll love to see this. I’ll make sure to introduce them to you. If Carla sent you to me, I’m sure she won’t mind me sending them to you~”

Andrew groaned and coughed up a wad of girl cum. He barely knew where he was or how he got there. All he knew was that his cock ached, he smelled like cum, and that there was a tremendous weight on his chest. Fortunately she came off of him, and he breathed at last. She stepped down to the floor and smooched his forehead. “This one’s on me. Anytime Carla lets you, you and I are gonna have some fun, OK?” He licked his lips and nodded weakly. She smiled and kissed him again. “Good boy~”

*	*	*

Andrew was naked with nothing but a towel around his waist, again. He sat at the head of the art classroom on a stool. It was just him and the art teacher, Mrs. Grayson, an old armadillo who sat at her computer typing something up. It was dreadfully quiet. The hardwood stool was rough on his haunches. His nipples were like diamonds.

This was his third and final task. Carla swore he wouldn’t have to do anything else. It was the day after his encounter with Brittany. He still ached like crazy, although he wouldn’t have minded going there again. He spent the night with Carla afterwards, deciding that being in the dorm with Brittany probably wasn’t the best for his health. Carla’s apartment wasn’t much easier as he spent much of it locked between her thighs, bearing the brunt of as many orgasms as his tongue could provide. He told Carla everything that happened. She loved it, and assured him she wasn’t jealous. “Spend as much quality time with her and her friends as you like, sweety. So long as I get to be a part of it next time~”

She informed him that she had enlisted him as a nude model for the art class. He would be paid for his trouble, and Carla promised to buy a few pieces from some of the better artists. “Might hang a few on my wall,” she teased.

A few days ago such an ordeal would’ve been dreadful. Now, after sending those videos and having his face crushed under his roommate’s ass, this was tame. His pair of mantras echoed through his head. Man up. New leaf. By now those words rang hollow. Anything Carla threw at him he could handle, he told himself. Everything that had happened had made him more of a man than any other experience.

The class period approached and students began filing in behind their canvases. He noticed dismally how many girls there were. The class totalled at least twenty. He was comforted by the knowledge that it wouldn’t extend to anyone else. The class started and Mrs. Grayson addressed the class. She introduced Andrew and thanked him for volunteering. She then went on a five minute spiel about capturing the beauty of the human image and to make sure to reveal every possible facet. Andrew wished that they wouldn’t. She invited him to step forward. He took a deep breath and carried the stool over to a circular white platform in front of the class. He tossed aside the towel, revealing his infantile pecker.

Every pair of eyes on him expanded in unison. There were snickers, gasps, and groans of pity. The teacher shot them an angry stare to be quiet, and they quickly hushed. Even so, she couldn’t help but shoot his dick the occasional glance of amazement. With his pride successfully withered, he sat back on the stool and rested his hands on his knees. He checked the clock. 1:13 P.M. The class ended at 2:15. This was going to be a loooong hour.

He sat there as stoically as he could, looking straight ahead with a blank stare. He still saw and heard the occasional chatter. He heard the girls up front the clearest.

“So small.”

“Is it even real?”

“I feel so bad for him.”

“I feel bad for Carla, hehe.”

“Stop it. He can’t help it.”

	“I think it’s kinda cute.”

That latter girl was in the minority. Everyone else laughed to themselves or shook their heads out of pity. He thought he saw someone peek their phone around the edge of the canvas and snap a photo. Then another, then another, then another. One girl kept her phone there as she was all but certainly filming him. He felt his face turn red. He kept his eyes on the clock. Please, just let the hour end.

Mrs. Grayson walked around the class to inspect her students’ works. She nodded at some and discussed with some others. “Fix the angle,” she told one girl, a spotted skunk.

“I’m trying, but his… his uh… Y’know… It’s super small. I can’t get a good look at it.”

“Get up and get a closer look, then.”

 Andrew watched as the girl got up and strutted up to him to inspect his penis. She stood within feet of him, leaning in. She was pretty, with a petite, pink nose and obsidian black fur broken up by chaotic white splotches. She hardly noticed the man that tiny thing was attached to, biting her lip as she focused on every minute detail. “Oh wow,” she whispered, then turned to go back to her seat. Her eyes met Andrew’s for a brief second. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw her smile and wink.

The minutes eeked by. He was morbidly curious as to what the students had of him so far. He figured Carla would remind him for as long as they were together. His eyes wandered about the classroom as he tried to notice things that would distract him from the agony of waiting. He saw another stool in front of him, one he hadn’t noticed before. A blue laptop sat on it. A small black ball was clipped to the top of it. He narrowed his eyes. What the hell is it? He looked closer. On the side of the ball facing him was the sheen of a screen, behind which were a series of small black circles. His heart plummeted. Is that a webcam???

Of course it was. There were art students online too. How else were they supposed to take part in the assignment? He licked his lips. “Um… Mrs. Grayson?”

“Yes?”

“How many… um… How many people are in this class?”

“How many?” She thought for a few moments. “Well, 23 here in person, 89 if you include the online students.

89??? “And they’re watching too?”

“Yes, at home. They’re able to chat with us on the stream. It’s right here.” She picked up her laptop from her desk and carried it over to him. There he was on the screen, on the stool, staring at the laptop Grayson was holding for him. His face was so red, he looked so awkward. Worst of all were the messages in chat.

“wow look at him!”

“aint he special?”

“lol”

“He’s so cute!!!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!”

“holy crap i feel so bad for laughing”

“can we draw this guy again?”

“dudes got bigger balls than me metaphorically of course”

Andrew looked at the number of people watching: 76. 76 people at home getting a good look at his cock, all at once. How many of them took screenshots? How many of them sent it to their friends? How many of them were going to sell the image of his dingy for money? Grayson returned the laptop to her desk, leaving him with the weight of that thought. He felt his cock stiffen and shudder as the humiliation wrenched his heart. He heard them snicker, he saw them take photos. There was nothing he could do about it except watch the clock’s hand swing on, second by terrible second.

*	*	*

Carla wasn’t kidding when she said she'd buy the best painting of Andrew. She spent $300 on the most impressive piece and hung it on her wall, not far from her poster of Bill Laimbeer. It showed him sitting on the stool with an almost regal air to him. His back was erect, face stoic, legs spread unashamedly, penis erect. If the experience of having it painted wasn’t so traumatic, he would’ve been proud of it.

But he wasn’t. Practically everyone he knew was aware of his tiny manhood. His mother knew it, Morgan knew it, his boss and possibly his coworkers knew it, his therapist and her clients knew it, his roommate knew it (although that came with benefits), and now the entire school knew it. True to Carla’s word, she didn’t ask him to do anything else, but the damage had been done. The whole world may have well known it: Andrew had the world’s tiniest weiner.

He had resumed his goal from the beginning of the year: stay low, go unnoticed. He wasn’t going to speak to anyone that wasn’t Carla or Brittany, the latter of whom’s advances he decided to deny from now on. For now, all he could do was survive his relationship with Carla for as long as it lasted and pray everyone would forget about him.

He wasn’t so lucky.

“Hey, Andrew!”

He was walking to class down the sidewalk when somebody said that to him. It was a guy he didn’t recognize or ever recall talking to. There was no coy or teasing undertone to how they said it. It was purely amicable. “Uh, hey,” Andrew said back.

“Andreeeeeeew,” called another fellow who he didn’t know. He was in the cafeteria walking over to his usual seat when the gentleman called out to him, shooting him a friendly finger gun. His buddies around him acted similar, nodding at Andrew with what looked like admiration.

“Hey, you guys,” he greeted back, wondering who they were.

“Hey, Andrew!”

“Hiya, Andrew!”

“Andrew, my man.”

“Hey, Andrew~”

“Hi, Andrew~”

“Hey there, Andrew~”

Everyone was greeting him wherever he went, talking like they were lifelong friends or he had won an important game. There were the occasional snickers and grimaces, but for the most part, he was treated like a champion. He wrote off the sultry tones in each girl’s voice as a joke, but judging by the way Carla started gripping his hand possessively and holding him closer when they walked together, maybe it wasn’t.

“You’re awfully popular, now,” Carla told him at lunch, smiling victoriously. “Everyone knows who you are. I’ve had a bunch of girls come up to me and ask about you.”

“Really?” Me? No way.

She nodded. “I told him that you’re all mine, but if they wanted a taste, I had to be there for it~ Same goes for Brittany. She’s ga-ga over you.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Carla laughed with him. “All the guys envy you, now. They think you’re the luckiest dude in the world. They think you’re so brave for getting painted like that. Those portraits are selling like hotcakes.”

“They are? Wow…” Somehow, after everything, that sounded pretty cool.

“Wow is right.” She laid a finger on the back of his hand on the table and swirled it around. “But no matter how many people see your little ding-ding, no matter how many paintings it sells, no matter how much money it makes you, and no matter how many big girls sit on your face because of it, remember…” She leaned forward over the table, bringing her lips within breathing distance of his ear. “It’s still all mine~”

A shiver billowed through him, prickling his flesh and perking his nipples. His penis stiffened in his pants, the tiniest, nubbiest, most pathetic piece of meat there was. Andrew smiled. He wouldn’t trade it for any other in the world. “Yes, ma’am.”

Carla sat back down and smiled too. “Good boy~”

THE END