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Chapter 3 by Babydicklover Babydicklover

What is Timothy's Secret?

He has a very tiny micropenis

Timothy was utterly naked, and his penis—if you could even call it that, was incredibly tiny. If you think of a baby carrot or AAA battery, you need to think again. When I use the word little, I mean extra small, to the point where I could barely see anything attached to his big, hairy, beautiful legs. He was enchanted with such a stunning body but cursed with a half-inch dicklette that didn't even protrude past his baby-sized balls. I didn't even know how to react, so I did what anyone would naturally do: giggle.

I giggled loudly and innocently as I didn't want to hurt his feelings. How could you not laugh at something so tiny, though?

I whispered to myself, "Wow, holy shit."

Timothy shouted, "Hey! What are you laughing at? I am not laughing at your skinny body, am I?"

I continued painting and said, "No, sir."

I couldn't take my eyes off his little, shrunken half-inch berry. He just had a tiny little head glued to his prepubescent balls. It took everything in me not to laugh more in his face.

"Yeah, I mean, your body is lifeless and stick-like. You are so damn skinny, boy."

He started acting like a jerk, so I made him aware of why he shouldn't treat me that way.

"Timothy, who is in charge here? I have your clothes locked up. If you continue acting like a bad boy, you can walk home naked."

"Damn it. Fine, I won't say anything anymore."

I smirked and looked at his meatless manhood over there, looking like the tip of a thin lipstick. He knew to shut his mouth, knowing what I was witnessing. I saw his most embarrassing secret revealed to me, and I was about to take full advantage of little Timmy in his shriveled and decompressed state.

What do you say to Timothy?

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