Experiments

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 timed hand jobs against average men 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 size-comparison porn.”

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 that show ordinary cocks next to tiny ones. Soft average dicks held up beside little wrinkled nubs like yours. Hard average cocks measured against soft little buttons that never catch up. Side-by-side shots, rulers, hands wrapping around both so you can see how much smaller the tiny one is. While we watch I’ll keep you right here between my legs. Every time an average cock appears on screen next to something small, I’m going to hold yours up next to the phone so we can compare. You’ll see exactly where you rank—how this little button is smaller than the soft ones, smaller than the hard ones, smaller than everything they call normal. 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 difference.”

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 that makes the size difference even funnier. Something tiny and tight that this little button can’t even begin to fill. Maybe a pair of micro panties or a short skirt that hangs completely flat in the front. Something that makes it obvious you’re the smallest one in any room. We can film you trying them on while the size-comparison porn plays in the background, pausing every time an average cock is held next to a tiny one so I can hold your soft little button up next to the screen and remind you which side you belong on.”

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 that puts ordinary cocks next to little ones so the gap is impossible to ignore. Constant side-by-side comparisons with the cast so you never forget how far below average you are. New cute costumes that make this soft little button look even more ridiculous. 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 clearly you lose every comparison.”

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 future size-comparison porn experiments settle over you along with her weight and her wet heat.