Mr. Lee's Appointment

You take Mr. Lee’s hand in yours and give it a firm squeeze. He was clearly not expecting a simple handshake to have so much power in it, and the look on his face makes your smile even broader. Just a slight wince on his part, but he was clearly not expecting you to crush his grip in yours like that.

“Take a seat, Mr. Lee.” You gesture at the sofa next to him as you take your own seat.

You make a show of reading through the answers to the questionnaire you had Christine send him. But of course, none of that really has any bearing on the ‘treatment’ you have planned for him or his beautiful, unsuspecting wife.

“Thank you for coming in today.” You put the tablet aside for now. “I know scheduling these sessions during the week is not ideal, but I’m afraid it couldn’t be helped.”

His voice says, “I understand.” But his face says he’s a bit annoyed by it. That just makes it funnier. You make a mental note to have Christine cancel Alan’s next appointment at the last minute, preferably while he’s already on the way to the office.

You spend the next twenty minutes on boring time fillers like taking Alan’s blood pressure, checking his height and weight, a bit of Q&A, and staring thoughtfully at your tablet.

“OK, very good. This will all be very helpful going forward, Mr. Lee. Now if you would, please disrobe completely.”

He stares at you.

You meet his gaze. “Is there a problem?”

“No Doctor,” he mumbles softly as he starts to take his shirt off. Then his slacks. “But...is this really necessary?”

“Trust. The. Process.”

Finally he removes his boxers and you note with satisfaction that he remembered your instructions to shave off all of his pubic hair. But it takes everything you have not to burst out in laughter. From between Alan Lee’s legs, pokes out the tiniest excuse for a penis you’ve ever seen! It’s barely an inch and a half long (maybe not even that) and looks more like a shriveled up lump of excess flesh than a cock. Just a tiny little nub ending in a bunched up bit of foreskin.

Mr. Lee stands there, completely naked and exposed. And no doubt highly embarrassed. Yes, his face is already quite red.

Gathering your composure, you give him a nod. “Very good. Please remain in an undressed state. I’ll be right back.”

He looks at you in surprise, then casts his eyes downward, saying nothing.

You make your way out to the front to get Christine.

“So how small is this one?” she asks, not looking up from her web browsing.

“You really need to see it for yourself.”

That gets her to look up from the screen.

You gesture for her to follow.

Back inside the consultation room, Mr. Lee is still standing there, as naked as you left him. A look of panic flashes over him when he sees Christine entering behind you, and his hands instinctively move to cover up his genitals. Understandable. You’d want to cover up too, if you had a dick that small.

“This is the final portion of our consultation today, Mr. Lee.” You point at his hands. “I understand this may be slightly uncomfortable for you, however I assure you it is an important part of our evaluation. Ms. Ng will need to take some photos.”

Mr. Lee practically jumps out of his skin. “Photos?” His voice has a slightly shrill edge to it.

“We need complete documentation for our medical records.” You take position off to the side and nod at Christine, who gets a small tape measure out. “Don’t worry Mr. Lee, this won’t take very long.”

Christine gets down on her knees and gently moves Alan’s hands out of the way. She takes a measurement of his tiny little excuse for a penis and calls out, “three point five centimeters” which you use your tablet to note down. Next, she uses her phone to take photos from several different angles. She even grips the tiny little head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger and lifts it up to photograph the underside.

From your vantage point, you can see the look of amusement in your assistant’s face. Christine turns to you and scrunches her face up in an exaggerated show of displeasure. She’s clearly never seen a dicklet as small as this one either. Alan meanwhile is unable to meet her gaze and is staring off to the side, and occasionally tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling.

Being handled by Christine, even in such a clinical manner is enough to get Mr. Lee’s dick to twitch. And it starts to grow, ever so slightly. She moves her fingers down the shaft a little and begins to stroke it.

Mr. Lee lets out a slight whimper as his body tenses. “What is she—uh, what are you doing?”

“We need to get your measurements in both dormant and aroused states,” you say in a flat, disinterested tone.

“Uh, I’m not sure this is--”

“If you’re worried about this being inappropriate in any way, I assure you this is just a routine medical procedure. Now please allow Ms. Ng to complete her job then we can finish up.”

“Y-yes Doctor.”

It doesn’t take long for Mr. Lee’s little dicklet to get completely hard and Christine quickly gets her measurement. “Six and a half centimeters,” she calls out. And once more, you make note of it. Christine quickly takes a few more photos as well, again from multiple angles.

“I’m done,” she says as she gets to her feet.

“Thank you, Christine,” you say with a nod. “That will be all.” You take a moment to enjoy the way her firm little ass moves under her short skirt. You plan to be balls deep up in that ass shortly.

Mr. Lee is breathing heavily, eyes closed. The very tip of his little dicklet was just barely visible, poking out from under the foreskin, with a tiny drop of precum hanging from the tip. Poor bastard was probably about to cum just from that brief little handjob—well, more like a finger job. Christine didn’t even need her whole hand after all.

Taking a seat and looking down at your tablet, you make a few concerned noises. A quick furrow of the brow for extra effect. Uncertain if he should also sit, or even get dressed again, Mr. Lee just stays where he is. His hands again move to cover his groin.

“Three and a half centimeters.”

“E-excuse me?”

You look up from your tablet. “Your flaccid size. Three and a half centimeters. That’s about an inch and three eighths. And even when fully erect, you only measure about six and a half centimeters, or just a bit over two and a half inches.”

Your use of the word ‘only’ clearly stung and Mr. Lee lets out a dismayed sigh.

“I…uh, I know that I’m a bit on the smaller side,” he says quietly.

A bit? Now there was a hell of an understatement.

“Hmm, yes a bit. You are Korean, correct? According to statistical studies, the average size of a fully erect penis in South Korea is about three and a half inches, so yes you are a bit below average.”

You look down at your tablet and pretend to look something up. “Of course it varies by region. So, if we were to compare against statistical data here in the U.S. for example, you would actually be considerably far below average as the average male when fully erect measures about 6.2 inches.”

“Oh? I thought—I mean, I had read it was five and a half…”

“That might have been from an outdated study. According to the latest data, 6.2 inches is the established average.”

You smiled just a bit when you saw his face drop.

“But again, as I said, it varies by region. In many parts of Europe for example, the average is closer to 6 and a half inches. Typically most males will be at about half their fully ‘grown’ size by the time they are ten or so, and at near full size by the time they enter puberty.”

“Oh. I see.”

“Mmm hhmm. So by the time the average male here in the U.S. is about ten years old, he will have grown to about three inches.”

You have no idea if any of what you were saying was even true, but the aim at this point in the process was to break down any lingering self esteem the husband might have before turning your attention to the wife. Luckily in Alan Lee’s case, he seemed to be most of the way there from the moment he had walked in the door for the first consultation. But it never hurt to give these pathetic loser husbands a few more nudges. And clearly, coming to terms with the ‘fact’ that he was less endowed than a ‘normal’ teenager was having the effect you wanted on Alan. Opening up the camera monitoring app on your tablet, you took direct control of the main unit and zoomed in close on Alan Lee’s face, taking great satisfaction from the look of utter humiliation on his face.

“Doctor, is my…size, a factor in the trouble we’ve been having conceiving?”

You put the tablet down again and put on your ‘very serious’ face. “Ordinarily it wouldn’t be that much of a hindrance. However, combined with your weak sperm, which we discussed in our last consult, as well as the infrequent nature of your sexual activities…yes, it is definitely a factor.”

“So, uh, what’s the next step?”

Taking the pad of prescription forms from the table next to you, you quickly fill out two of them.

“I’m going to start with with prescribing you some supplements. Now, unfortunately there’s nothing we can do about increasing the size of your penis—and thus decrease the distance your little swimmers have to cover—however, we can increase the velocity of those little guys. Get them out of the gate faster, if you will. And that should, at least in theory, compensate somewhat for the greater distance they’ll have to cover.”

You hand the prescriptions to Mr. Lee, who awkwardly shuffles over to take them, still keeping one hand over his crotch.

“These supplements—along with the exercises laid out in the email Christine will be sending you—will help to increase your stamina as well as enhance the tiny muscles in ‘little Alan’ with the end result being more... explosive ejaculations. If needed, later down the line we’ll explore additional options such as hormone therapy--but only if absolutely necessary. I would prefer a more holistic approach first.”

Mr. Lee thanks you and quickly gets dressed, then leaves. Christine comes in to join you, immediately removing her top. Your pants are unzipped and you’ve pulled your thick cock out by the time she’s on her knees between your legs.

“You weren’t kidding about his tiny little dick,” Christine says, giggling as she wraps her fingers around your shaft. “That must be the smallest one we’ve seen in the clinic yet!”

“Mmm, it just might be.” You smile down at Christine as you take hold of your cock and slap it against her cheek. “How thankful are you, that you have a real cock to play with?”

She looks up at you, stroking your cock slowly. “Words can’t even describe how grateful I am.”

“Then show me.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Christine parts her lips and wraps them around the tip of your cock as she gets to work.