Not the biggest

The doctor gave him a stern stare and continued his examination, making notes on his clipboard between grabbing Derrick's dick and asking questions. The doctor took his stethescope and placed it on Derrick's dick. Derrick could feel the cold of the stethescope's impact on the size of his dick as it began to shrink.

He wanted to protest and ask the doctor what was going on, but he was too afraid to speak up. He felt like a specimen being poked and prodded, and the whole experience was making him feel defeated and alone, wondering what the future held for him and his health. After a few moments, he removed the stethoscope and looked at Derrick with a serious expression.

“You need to calm down. Take some deep breaths.” The doctor said it sternly.

Derrick tried his best to remain calm and composed, but before he knew it the doctor had the tape measure out again.

Derrick watched in horror as the doctor measured the length and girth of his cold flaccid penis. He felt exposed and ****. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on the ceiling and not think about the doctor's presence between his legs.

As the doctor finished his measurements, Derrick couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of all this was. Was the doctor trying to humiliate him? Or was there a legitimate medical reason for all these tests and examinations? Derrick couldn't help but feel violated. He had never felt so embarrassed and ashamed in his life.

The doctor finally spoke up, but his words only added to Derrick's discomfort. "I'm afraid I've found something, it's nothing to worry about, not at all concerning," he said.

Derrick's heart began to flutter.

"Your penis measurements are significantly lower than average for men your age," the doctor said matter-of-factly. "I need to take some more measurements over a periodf of a few weeks, you might just be a late bloomer. I'll have another doctor take a look too."

Derrick's began to feel panic. He couldn't bear the thought of being different or inadequate in this way, and the idea of more doctors scrutinizing his body only made him feel worse.

The doctor got up, and walked back over and sat at his desk. There was a long pause before the doctor finally spoke, “Overall, your health seems to be in good condition, though, so I'll approve you for training immediately.” The doctor pressed a button on his desk and then looked up at Derrick. “You can get off the examination table now. Come and stand over here.”

He had always been self-conscious about his size, but he never thought it was abnormal. The thought of another doctor examining him made him feel even more exposed.

Derrick was awash with uncertainty. He didn't even want to start training. He got off the examination table and slowly moved over to where the doctor had indicated, cupping his genitals until he got to the chair where his clothes were piled.