Experiment

You wake to the soft, wet heat of your wife’s pussy settling over your mouth and the light, insistent tickle of her pinky tracing slow circles over your taint. The ice baths and the long night of handling have left your cock in its smallest state—soft, wrinkled, completely folded inside the foreskin, barely a pale nub against your smooth body. Her pinky moves lower, brushing the tight, almost nonexistent seam of your drawn-up balls, then returns to the sensitive strip of skin behind them, tickling without mercy.

She grinds against your face in lazy circles, already wet, coating your lips and chin. Her free hand drifts down, finds the tiny soft package, and pinches the wrinkled little button between two fingers, rolling it slowly while she speaks.

“Morning, baby,” she murmurs, voice still husky from sleep. “Stay still. I want to feel you under me while we talk.”

She keeps rubbing herself on your tongue and lips, slow and deliberate, while her pinky continues its light, maddening tickle against your taint and her other fingers keep the soft little nub pinched and on display.

“I’ve been thinking about experiments,” she says, grinding a little harder. “You, this cute little button, and porn. Specifically the kind that fits our new club.”

She shifts her hips so her clit drags across your tongue, then settles again, still pinching and gently tugging the tiny folded cock.

“I want to put on videos of other tiny cocks. Multiple small-dicked guys getting stroked, measured, laughed at, finished fast. The same watery loads, the same soft little packages. While we watch I’ll keep you right here between my legs. Every time one of those tiny cocks on screen appears, I’m going to hold yours up next to the phone so we can compare. You’ll see exactly how you measure against the cast—how your little button is the same size, or smaller, or just as soft and useless. We’ll pause on the close-ups and I’ll pinch this thing so you can feel how little there is while you stare at the ones on screen.”

Her fingers give the soft nub a firmer pinch, stretching it slightly before letting it fold back in on itself.

“And after a few of those sessions we should go shopping,” she continues, voice warming with the idea. “Find you a new cute costume to match this cute button. Something even tighter and more revealing than the elf outfit. Maybe a little schoolgirl skirt that doesn’t cover anything, or a tiny pair of panties that this wrinkled little thing can’t even fill. Something that makes it obvious you belong with the other small ones. We can film you trying them on while the same tiny-cock porn plays in the background, pausing to compare your soft little button to whatever soft little cock is on screen at the moment.”

She grinds harder, breathing a little heavier, the wet sounds of her pussy against your mouth filling the quiet bedroom. Her pinky never stops its slow, teasing circles over your taint, and her other hand keeps the tiny, pinched nub on constant display.

“That’s the experiment for our version of this life,” she says softly. “Porn full of little dicks just like yours. Side-by-side size comparisons with the cast so you can see how perfectly you fit in. New cute costumes that match how small and soft this button stays. And you under me the whole time with my pinky on your taint and my fingers pinching what’s left of your cock while I get off on how common and tiny you really are.”

She keeps rubbing herself on your face, keeps tickling the sensitive skin behind your almost-nonexistent balls, keeps the soft little button pinched between her fingers, and lets the plans for the mini-dick club’s future porn-and-costume experiments settle over you along with her weight and her wet heat.