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“Oh my! I didn’t know they came in such sizes,” muttered an older lady.

“Fuck man. No wonder he hid it!” blurted a drunken gentleman.

“Is he...? No way! Is he hard?!” exclaimed a few college-aged women before falling into almost cartoonish belly cachinnations.

Lou nested on the centre stage, shaking as more and more people directed their attention to him and his reiterative broadcasted exposures. Shame simmered his core. He reckoned it stupid, standing there with both palms obscuring his stiff nub. But no matter how much he willed his legs to run, he stayed. Stuck. Hunched over like a toddler trying to control their bladder.

“Oh shit! Guess he’s not a grower?!”

“Hey dude! Is that why you’re so buff?! Gotta compensate?”

“Little Sausage, c’mon now get off the stage.”

Lou flinched, darting his focus onto the mocking Tristian. His signature smirk, now used against him. The jock swung his head, bolstering the surrounding amusement.

“C’mon, LS. Don’t be ashamed,” started Tristian with sprinkled mirth, “we’re all about body acceptance on this ship.”

“Yeah, hahaha bro!” exclaimed his best friend, his continued hyena guffawing so muddling it was almost difficult to make out his words. “We’re laughing with you---hahaha---not at you. Hahaha---just didn’t think you’d lose---hahaha---your dick in the process!”

The renewed surge of hysterical roars from Alex’s comment knocked Lou out of his stupor. He took a deep breath, tears threatening escape while he ran down the steps and through the convulsing crowd.

Where is it?! Where did it go?!

“Lou Smallwood, what happened to your dick?!”

I don’t know! I don’t fucking know!

“Lou Smallwood, what happened to your dick?!”

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!

The rushing jock collided, crashed, bumbled and crisscrossed the unmoving audience, who took delight in their escaping spectacle. Despite his efforts, he caught the varied visages on him. First were the bolstered amusements. Guests who found the dire mismatch comedically ironic. A massive stature with an appendage that far from met the standards of adulthood. Not even an adolescent boy rocked would Lou Smallwood possessed. Then he came across the young adults: women who waved their pinkies or gestured small lengths with their fingers and thumbs besides brawny, **** guys crowing over their supposed superiority by waving, wagging and shoving their own dicks in Lou’s face. He suppressed his groans as they continued their diminutive and demoralising barbs while administering objectifying spanks and pinches against his thick bubble ass.

But neither group compared to the repugnant countenances men cast in his direction. Distinctive sneers. Narrowed eyes. Upturned lips. Only a few moments ago, they considered him their equal or greater than. But one look at what he was lacking confirmed his unscrupulousness within their masculine fold.

“Yo---hahaha---bro! Hahahaha---it’s alright. We’ll stop!”

Lou espied Alex approaching him, beckoning the crowd to settle. With no success.

He blazed at the sight of his best friend’s swinging appendage slapping against his burly thighs. Burned at the implications after today. For years, Lou founded their friendship on his dominance. On his ability to garner respect. Trust. Directive. Even with his arrogance. But now, Alex spoke with snickers. Lou readied to dismiss him, resuming the search for his penis. But at the corner of his eyes, he noticed Debbie’s struggles through the crowd to follow Alex’s lead. He roared, shocking a few women. They jumped away once he began tackling through the audience. Not bothering to cover himself any longer.

I don’t care anymore! I don’t care!

Lou reached the glass elevator, slamming his thumbs on the push button panel. He grunted, turning back to find the amused Alex and indifferent Debbie still walking towards him.

Work! Work! Why don’t you work?!

He gave up, rushing down the deck stairs on his right, hastening once Alex and Debbie followed suit. He toppled several people, detached from their painful cries and harsh expletives.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

“I swear guys like him are always compensating!”

Lou entered the hustling promenade, where a small circus show took place. He covered his microscopical package, determined to make it to his room without incident. To wake up from this nightmare.

“Lou Smallwood, what happened to your dick?!”

Screen after screen turned static throughout the boardwalk before brandishing the evasive Lou with his side-by-side exposure. The visitants looked about, the show’s music replaced with the embarrassing laughter and emasculating comments made on the top deck. Lou covered his ears, blocking out Debbie’s mortifying enquiry, yet inadvertently giving the audience new recreation as they focused on his softened nub.

“Is he part of the performance?”

“With a cock that small, I’d hope so!”

“Hah, I’d hope not!”

Lou cringed. Like before, the people’s early confusion and disbelief aggregated as amusement supplemented by pointing fingers and howling jollity. He realised his error, covering his groin and picking up the pace.

“C’mon dude! You don’t need both hands. A finger’s enough!”

“Baby carrot! This is a circus, not a freak show!”

“At least you have a nice ass!”

“Shut up!” cried Lou, which reinforced the crowd’s enjoyment.

Each comment, gesture, and joke at his fun-sized manhood chipped at his confidence. By the time he reached the empty hallway, he was but a shell of who he once was.

He sniffled as he dawdled towards his suite. Lou couldn’t bear to consider what tomorrow would bring now that his secret--his long-kept secret--was revealed in the most mortifying way. He removed his right hand from his crotch, attempting to open his room entrance. But it was locked. He bit his lips, remembering his belongings were still on the top deck. Where he could, even then, hear the guests laughing at him, if the echoing intonations were any sign.

Lou kicked the door.

Not once.

Or twice.

But enough for a dent to form within the texture.

“Why?! Fuck this! Fuck all this!”

“Who is that?” whispered a sultry voice.

“It sounds like a guy,” answered a timid, sugary one.

“Duh. Of course, it’s a guy,” said a gravelly, feminine grunt.

“Oh! It’s Mr Big Dick!” exclaimed Sultry.

Lou partially turned his back, observing the women he encountered when he initially boarded the ship. Unlike him, they wore clothes: string bikinis that by no means covered their sizable breasts and asses on their otherwise thin, fit bodies. Lou stuttered as they strolled towards him.

“Aww, why do you look so scared? We’re just walking to our rooms,” spoke Sultry.

“But if you want us to stay...,” added Gravelly.

“I-I-I am fine,” he answered, before turning to his door and futilely attempting to open it once more.

They were drunk. Piss drunk. Maybe they will leave him alone if--

Lou jumped, Sultry’s long fingers pinching his firm ass. She purred in his ears.

“You know, Big Dick, I figured you and me would have had some fun on this trip. I was a few doors away...”

Lou gasped as Gravelly’s palm massaged his broad back.

“Me too. Us ladies thought you would be up for a threesome. Maybe foursome if Ms Goody Two-Shoes over there wasn’t so wuss.”

“Stop!” shouted Sugary, her body flushing red.

“C’mon,” began Sultry, “you were worried he would break you in half. But girl, once you have a big cock in you, there is no going--”

Sultry paused, pulling her hand away from Lou’s balls as he jumped and turned. He pushed back against his room door, both hands covering his groin.

“What’s wrong?” questioned Gravelly.

Sultry’s eyes narrowed on Lou as she crossed her arms.

“That is what I would like to know.”

Gravelly’s eyes narrowed on Lou as well. Her right hand now on her hip.

“I think I see. You have that anaconda wrapped up in those big palms of yours?”

“Or is it an earthworm?”

The two women laughed, making Lou sniffle once more.

“Aww, Big Guy, don’t cry. We’re just interested in what you’re packing.”

“Or lacking.”

Sultry slapped Lou’s thighs, causing him to jump and lose his balance. He fell against a wall; his legs opening wide as his arms collapsed on the ground. The blood drained from his entire core as all three women took in the sight of his package. So shrunken, it was now non-existent in the thick of his pubic hair.

Shock etched the ladies’ faces, broken by several uncontrolled chuckles from Sugary. With a broad smile, she pointed at Lou’s groin.

“He’s a Ken Doll!”