Chapter 3: New Normal

Chapter 3: New Normal

I woke up the next morning and had a few blissful moments of ignorance. Lying on my back I could feel my morning wood sticking straight up and pressing insistently against the fabric covering my lower half. Before I’d even opened my eyes, I reached down to adjust myself only for my hand to find nothing but air where I expected my dick to be. It all came crashing back in an instant, I barely have a dick anymore and I will need to reach a lot closer to my groin from now on if I want to touch it. My moments of peace after I woke up are gone, replaced by the knowledge that I’m a tiny freak with an insignificant cocklet.

I looked over and see Ben still snoozing in the chair to the side of my bed. Just knowing he was present in the room did a great deal to calm me down. His very presence seemed to act as a great comfort, making me feel safe and protected. He also engendered a few other feelings, looking over his muscled shirtless chest started to re-harden my dick after my moments of panic had brought it back to softness. My stirring must have woken him up because he began stretching before blinking open his bleary eyes.

“G’morning,” Ben slurred sleepily, “how’d you sleep?”

“Like a log,” I replied awkwardly shuffling around under my blanket. I was feeling flushed with arousal, Ben’s wakeup stretch flexed his arms and chest in ways that held his striated muscles in sharp relief under his skin. That would have been enough to get my cock straining on its own, but as he began to sit up the blanket he’d been covering himself with slipped to the side exposing his lower half. Ben’s own morning wood formed a massive bulge straining the fabric of his sweatpants running from his crotch to more than halfway to his knee. I only caught a glimpse for a moment before he pulled the blanket back over to cover himself, but that’s all it took to get me as hard as I’ve ever been. I could feel the flesh of my member straining, and yet covered in my hospital gown and the blanket on top of that it barely formed a bump in the otherwise smooth covers. Even so I self-consciously shifted until I was sitting on the bed and my rock hard erection was no longer in contact with any fabric, completely concealed in the mostly empty space between my legs.

Sitting up quickly made my overfull bladder demand some attention and I started to shift my weight towards the side of the bed. “I’ve gotta piss like a racehorse though.” I see Ben begin to get out of the chair to help me, so I quickly raise a hand to stop him. “I said racehorse, I wasn’t talking to you, horsecock,” with an over exaggerated look at his crotch as he blushed a bright red, before shifting my tone to seriousness, “besides I need to get used to doing this sort of thing on my own, you aren’t going to be around me 24/7 and if this is going to be my new normal I need to be able to get out of a bed on my own.” I say, watching him slowly sit back into his chair.

I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and jumped down to a floor that still seemed much further away than it should be. My feet hit the ground and I stumble for a moment, which caused Ben to stiffen in his seat and begin to get up before he restrained himself once he saw I was still standing. “I’m fine.” I intone, hoping to reassure him but I can see by the look on his face that he still wants to be by my side helping me. Honestly, a big part of me wanted to let him come and lift me out of bed, a thought that sent another bolt of arousal to my already painfully stiff cock.

Without any further incident I was able to walk across the room on my new smaller feet before entering the bathroom, closing and locking the door. I pulled my gown to the side exposing my tiny penis to the air of the room. A part of me was hoping that this was all some sort of dream, a weird hallucination or something, that I’d been imagining it and the dick I could feel under my clothing was halfway to its normal size. But laying eyes on it really drove home just how small it was, if anything it looked even smaller than I remembered it, but that’s just a trick of memory. There it stood proudly erect straining against the open air, all inch and a half of it. I realized this erection was going to complicate matters and I needed to get flaccid before I could drain my bladder. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on unsexy thoughts, I ran through my multiplication tables, flexed the muscles of my thighs to try to draw the blood elsewhere, all the tricks I used throughout high school to hide unwanted boners. It was working, but not as fast as I would have liked, as my techniques were fighting against the strong arousal coursing through my body.

“You ok in there?” Ben called through the door startling me, concern evident even as the door muffled his voice. I guess I had been standing in the bathroom silently for several minutes.

“I’m fine, my new cock’s so tiny it takes a while to find it now.” I called back through the door. “But seriously I’m fine, you don’t need to hover outside the door.”

“Ok” He muttered, as I listened to his soft footfalls take him back across the room. At the very least that little scare took my attention away from my dick and caused it to soften back to flaccidity.

Standing in front of the toilet I reached down to aim my dick only to realize it wasn’t going to be as simple as the thousands of times I’ve taken a piss before. Now that I was soft all that was left of my dick was basically my cockhead attached directly to my groin. There was no shaft to grab so I had to grab directly onto the head, which was sensitive almost to the point of pain. Even so, my bladder doesn’t really care and its demands have become impossible to ignore so I relax my muscles and start to piss. This reveals my second problem, with a dick this short aiming is much more difficult than I remembered. The head basically sticks straight out from my body and so that’s where the stream goes, I press down on the head directing the flow downwards but I have little control compared to a normal dick. Small motions cause piss to splash too high, too low, and off to the left and right every time I try to make adjustments. Eventually I finish emptying my bladder but the bathroom is an absolute mess at this point. I quickly set to work with toilet paper trying to clean up all the stray urine that I can. After this disaster it dawns on me that I might have to start sitting down to piss. If I sit on the toilet, but cock my hips at a downward angle, and maybe press down on my nub, I can get it all in the bowl in future. I knew that my life was going to be different after all these changes, but the idea that I can’t even take a piss standing up was quite a blow.

I left the bathroom to see that it appeared Ben had been pacing around the room. Once again I impress upon Ben that I’m fine and with a look make it clear I don’t want to talk about what went on in the bathroom. I used the stool to climb back up into bed, with Ben conspicuously standing just within arm’s reach in case something went wrong. To his credit he honored my wishes and didn’t interfere. Once I’m safely tucked back into bed, Ben took his turn in the bathroom.

We spend the rest of the rest of the morning talking about mundane things, really just passing the time. A little after one O’clock one of the nurses came in to tell us that Olivia’s called. Her flight just got in and she’ll be getting to the hospital within a couple of hours. The nurse went on to say that Dr. Caldwell was ready to discharge me and we can get the paperwork and whatnot out of the way so I’m ready to go when Olivia gets here.

The nurse is a cute young brunette, who can barely take her eyes off of Ben even as she’s speaking to me. Her entire message was delivered with a lot of giggling, and I could see her eyes running up and down Ben’s exposed torso anytime she didn’t think he was looking. I’m not sure how often staff should have been coming by to check on me, but I don’t think it’s quite as frequent as the checks I was getting. In fact a good portion of the nursing staff on this floor seems to have stopped by over the past couple of days to check on me, but all seemed to have trouble keeping their eyes off Ben as they did so. And that included the male staff.

Before leaving the cute brunette said, looking at Ben the entire time she talked, “My name’s Claire and if there’s anything you need, anything at all, I’d be happy to help.” She said with a lot of emphasis on the “anything”. Ben for his part was completely oblivious, but I guess he’d never had a woman hit on him like that. I had to give him a jab in the ribs as she was walking out.

“Dude, she’s totally into you. You have got to go get her number!” I said urgently, but quiet enough Claire couldn’t hear.

“What? You really think so?” he said a little stunned.

“She could barely take her eyes off of you the entire time she was in the room. She’s into you. You’re a stud now, a lot of girls are going to be hitting on you.” I said trying to keep the envy from my voice.

“Really?” Ben said, still not fully believing what I was saying. I guess the full impact of his own changes hadn’t hit him either.

“Go ask for her number before she gets too far away. She’ll say yes, I guarantee it.”

With a big goofy smile on his face he ran out the door over to her where she stood down the hallway. They were far enough away that I couldn’t hear what was said but I could see the huge smile on her face as she took Ben’s hand and wrote something on it. They exchanged a few words before Ben walked back into the room with that same big smile on his face, before wordlessly showing me the phone number she’d written on his hand.

I spent a few minutes ribbing Ben about the whole exchange and trying to convince him to see how many phone numbers he could get from the hot nurses in the hospital, but he wasn’t quite that confident yet. Soon Dr. Caldwell stopped by and had me fill out some discharge paperwork after checking in and asking some final questions. He also mentioned that the EPA wanted to talk to me before I left, but other than that I was free to go. I still had the room for a couple more hours so I could get dressed and then wait for my fiancée here. He’d be happy to answer any question she had if she wanted to talk to him, but failing that he wished me well, shook my hand, and left.

As soon as the doctor was out of the room Ben grabbed his backpack from the corner of the room and threw it up onto the bed. “Since I borrowed some of your clothes I thought it’s only fair you can borrow some of mine,” he said unzipping the bag and pulling out a selection of clothing. “They’re not going to fit perfectly, but it’s better than nothing and it’s all that we’ve got.” He said apologetically. “Feel free to take anything you want. I’ll just wait outside until you’re dressed.” He said, walking out and closing the door behind him.

Looking through the small pile of clothes I could see I didn’t have many options, but I could make do with the basics. I put the underwear to the side, it isn’t going to come close to fitting and wearing another guy’s underwear is a little too creepy, even if it belonged to Ben. I could go commando for a while. Eventually I picked out a t-shirt and pair of jeans. Stripping out of my hospital gown, for hopefully the last time, I stood naked in the room for a moment looking sadly at the state of my naked body. I quickly grabbed the shirt and pulled it over my head letting it drape over my body. It hung almost to my knees, looking more like a dress than a shirt. I looked thoroughly ridiculous, like a small boy wearing his father’s clothing.

Moving along I grabbed the jeans and slipped them on. They then quickly slipped right back off the moment I took my hands away, catching for a moment on my expanded rear end. Rummaging around in the bag I found the belt Ben had brought along, which I used to cinch the pants around my waist. I had to tighten the belt past the last belt-hole in order to keep the pants up, but I’m sure Ben could help me punch a new hole. Even now the legs of the jeans extend several inches past the end of my feet, and I had to take several minutes to roll the legs up far enough that I wouldn’t trip over them.

Next I dug out a pair of socks which are the only articles of clothing that seem to fit me halfway decently. Finally I grabbed the pair of shoes that Ben has no hope of fitting now. I slid my feet inside and they’re so much larger than my feet they barely stay on when I lift my foot. I tighten the laces as much as I possibly can and even then it’s more a matter of balancing them on my feet than actually wearing shoes. At the very least it’s some measure of protection as opposed to Ben, who’s going to need to walk out of here barefoot.

I looked thoroughly ridiculous with my shirt hanging to my knees and the legs of my jeans rolled up into massive bulges around my ankles, the comically oversized shoes that were sizes too large for my new feet, not to mention the belt that I can’t close so I need to hold it together so my pants don’t fall off. I walked over and opened the door, “You can come back inside now. How do I look?” I say holding one arm out, while the other stayed holding up my pants, in an attempt to show off my new outfit.

“You look, you look-“

“Ridiculous. Ridiculous is the word you’re looking for.” I say grumpily.

“Ok yeah, you look ridiculous. Then again I’m walking around in public practically naked, so people in glass houses and all that.”

“Whatever. Now come and help me with this belt, do you have a knife or something?”

Between the two of us we found a small knife packed away in my bag and together we punched a hole so the belt could hold up my pants, without my constant intervention. Within a few minutes of that major victory a nurse walked into the room leading Olivia behind her. She stood in the door looking shocked for a moment before speaking one word, “Kyle?” I couldn’t really blame her, but the questioning tone in her voice as she spoke my name while staring right at me hurt more than I cared to admit.

“Hi, Honey.” I replied standing up from the chair I was sitting in. There was a moment of silence as we each just stood there and no one said anything, but then the tension was broken and we rushed forward into a tight embrace. The comfort I felt in my fiancée’s arms was only slightly diminished by the fact that my head now rested on her shoulder, instead of extending above her head as I was used to. Eventually we broke contact and each took a step back to look at each other.

Olivia stood there in all her statuesque beauty, standing at 5’ 10” she was taller than your average man. She was always insecure about her height and told me how glad she was to be dating someone taller than her. I suppose she’d need to get used to her new mini boyfriend whose eye line was now below her shoulders, rather than the strapping 6’ I could no longer reach. Her raven hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail exposing the delicate features of her face. Her vibrant green eyes had tears welling in the corners, in what I hoped was relief at seeing me alive and not in horror of my new appearance. Her clothes and general appearance were more disheveled than I’d ever seen her in public, but I suppose being told your fiancé had a medical emergency followed by days of air travel would rumple even the most fastidious person. All told, Olivia was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and just having her here was an immense comfort.

We were interrupted from our silent appraisals by a cough from Ben, “I think I’ll leave you guys alone for a bit. I’ll be nearby if you need me.” He said sidling out the door before closing it to give Olivia and me some privacy.

“Who was that?” Olivia asked.

“That was Ben.”

“Ben!?”

“Yeah, I’m not the only one who’s experienced some changes.”

“Kyle, what happened to you, to both of you? Ben and the doctors wouldn’t tell me much on the phone, just that you were alive and stable, but I should get here quickly. How is this possible?”

“You’re going to want to sit down,” I said almost gesturing towards the chair before thinking better of it and pointing to the bed. I’m not sure I’m ready for Olivia to see me needing a stool to get onto a bed, just yet. “This is going to be a bit of a long story.”

I repeated the whole story for Olivia. I even went over the sex with Ben, apologizing profusely for cheating on her. She seemed to accept that whatever was able to alter my body like this was equally capable of controlling my actions, and she held no ill will for what happened in the cave. I filled her in on waking up in the hospital and discovering my, and later Ben’s changes, this time leaving out some of the more intimate details for the sake of his privacy. I did mention my reduced… stature below the belt but avoided going into exact details. I left it at my being “smaller”. I knew I couldn’t avoid showing my cock to my fiancée forever, but I would desperately like to put it off as long as possible. Eventually getting to the EPA agents’ investigations and the unfortunate prognosis that this was likely permanent as no one really knew how this was possible. I eventually got to the part I feared the most, not what had already happened, but what was to come.

I spoke some of the hardest words I’ve ever had to say, doing my best to keep my emotions under control. “I understand things are going to be different now, and this isn’t exactly what you signed up for. If you want to postpone the wedding, or even call off our engagement, I wouldn’t blame you. I’m no longer the man you agreed-“

“I love you for you, not your body! You are the man I agreed to marry, no matter what you look like on the outside.” She claimed vehemently.

“I love you so much.” With that the damn broke and I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I hadn’t realized just how scared I was that Olivia would leave me, but I was overcome with relief knowing she would stay. She started crying then too, equally overcome by emotions. We both rushed forward and kissed each other passionately, Olivia needing to bend her neck down in order for our lips to meet. That kiss was the first time since waking up in this hospital that I felt like everything would be alright.

After we broke the kiss I looked up into her eyes and said with a smirk on my face, “So you still want to marry me even if you’ll need to lean down to kiss your husband at the altar?”

“We’ll get you some tall shoes.” She replied perfectly deadpan before we both broke into laughter.

With the ice broken we wiped the tears from our faces and called Ben back in to pack up whatever belongings we still had in the room. At this point there was no reason to stay and it was time to head home into our new lives. The three of us walked out of that hospital room together, Olivia and I holding hands the entire way. In some ways I felt like a child needing to reach up to hold a parent’s hand, which was deeply embarrassing. But the comfort I got from the physical contact with the woman I loved was more than enough to offset that discomfort. Holding Olivia’s hand, I knew we could do this, together.

Getting down to the lobby of the hospital we were intercepted by Agents Graves and Miller. Before letting me go home they wanted to see if I could find the route to the cave in the woods where Ben had failed. I could tell they were not particularly optimistic for a different outcome, but were determined to try anyway. Olivia was worried about me overexerting myself, but I wanted to try anyway. I realized the odds were low, but maybe I could find something to help reverse this. Even a slim hope was some hope.

The next problem arose when Ben tried to get in the black SUV they had waiting for us outside the hospital entrance. The agents wouldn’t let him come along. Something about contaminating witness testimony and confusing details, they insisted that I needed to guide them through the woods without outside interference. For a while I was afraid things might come to blows. Eventually I calmed things down promising that I’d be OK and would call Ben once I was home safely. They had a second SUV to take Ben back to his place and we both rode off to our separate destinations.

After arriving at the creek bed the Agents, Olivia, and I started walking down the path only Ben and I had taken before. The journey was much more difficult on my new shorter legs. I was starting to have a lot more sympathy for Ben’s struggles on our last trip and I wasn’t even carrying a huge backpack this time. After a few hours of slow and difficult hiking I realized I was completely lost and nothing looked familiar. Ben and I had always turned off of the creek bed once we found Wolf’s Head Rock, but I hadn’t seen it this time and we must have continued further down the creek than I’d ever been before. After telling everyone this, Agent Graves didn’t seem particularly surprised. She took a step away from Olivia and me and whispered something to Agent Miller. I couldn’t make out most of what she said, but something about “protecting itself”. She turned back to us and suggested we keep going, we shouldn’t be far from the road now. Graves was right, within a few more minutes of walking the culvert I remember Ben mentioning from his search came into view with a different SUV parked and waiting for us. It seems Graves had prepared for our failure.

From there they drove us back to our apartment in the city. No one was particularly exuberant for the ride back and we mostly sat in silence. The agents promised they would keep searching and would be in touch with any further developments but for now there wasn’t a whole lot we could do. They advised us to try to go on with our lives as best we could. With a few curt farewells, Olivia and I found ourselves standing alone on the street outside our apartment.

Once inside it felt good to be home. Looking around our large apartment made me feel just a little bit more relaxed, even if everything looked bigger than it should have been. We had a pretty nice place, Olivia’s salary from the law firm allowed us to live in a pretty nice part of town with a bigger than average apartment. My stipend as a grad student didn’t contribute much, but Olivia never seemed to care.

Once inside I couldn’t wait to get out of these clothes. My feet were killing me, that was a tough hike we went on at the best of times and I did it on tiny legs in shoes that didn’t fit properly. More than that was something I tried not to let on as we were walking, my dick was in agony. Since my reduction the head of my penis has felt like it did right after I got circumcised, exposed and sensitive. It was a few rough weeks after the operation, but eventually I got used to it. Now it was like I was right back to square one with a delicate and sensitive body part permanently exposed to the outside world. I wasn’t even wearing underwear which caused my dickhead to rub against the rough fabric of the denim and zipper directly for the entire hike. I really wanted these pants off.

I’d ditched the shoes by the door and I quickly walked into our bedroom, with my hands eagerly undoing my modified belt, when I became extremely aware of Olivia’s presence following behind me. I guess it was the moment of truth, I couldn’t put off her seeing me naked forever. Had I asked her to wait outside I know she would have, but that wasn’t fair to her. If she wanted to stay with me she had a right to know all of it, every small detail. I stopped taking off my belt and turned to Olivia.

“Remember when you said you loved me and not my body? Well keep that in mind when I’m done taking my clothes off.” I tried to inject humor into my words, but from the tone of my voice we could both tell I was terrified. With a serious look on her face all Olivia did was nod.

I started by stripping off my shirt displaying my thin and hairless arms and chest. Olivia still stood there silently observing. I guess it was time for the main event. My hands went down to my belt, shaking more than I’d have liked, before undoing it and the button on my jeans allowing them to fall the ground. There I stood in all my naked glory, or lack-there-of now, in front of the woman I loved. I could see her eyes were glued to my crotch staring silently.

As scared as I was, I was also deeply aroused. Counting the time I’d spent **** in the hospital it had been weeks since the last time I’d gotten off. Standing naked in my bedroom with Olivia was sending sparks of arousal down my spine even through my anxiety. It didn’t take much to get my new mini-cock hard, and the idea of being naked with Olivia was enough to get me solid and twitching at my full 1.5 inches.

“What do you think of my new cock? I told you it was smaller. I guess we don’t have much to work with anymore.” I said, trying not to sound too dejected.

Startled from her quiet observations Olivia said, “It’s not that small. Sure it’s a little below average now, but we can work with this.” A statement that even if I knew it was a lie, made me feel better. “You always were a grower, how big does it get when it’s hard?” she had to finish, which shattered any relief I might have been feeling. My face must have fallen as she spoke those words because I could see a look of shock come over her face that must have mirrored mine.

“I’m hard now, that’s as big as it gets.” I muttered quietly, whatever self-esteem I’d held onto completely shattered by those few words.

“Oh.” She paused for a moment, clearly a little stunned and not sure what else she could say without making things worse. “Well I still think we can work with this. It looks like it would be a lot of fun to suck on.” She said putting on a seductive tone and advancing towards me. A thought came to my head unbidden ‘sounds more like a nipple than a cock’ but even so, her tone was enough to send a fresh wave of arousal down my spine. When it hit my groin I could feel the muscles tense causing my cock to jump just a little. Olivia definitely noticed, allowing a seductive smile to light up her face. “I’d love to put it between my lips and run my tongue all around the head.” A thought that cause a moan to pass from my mouth, as she leaned down and reached for my cock. The moment her hand made contact my moan of pleasure changed into a yelp of pain causing me to jump back from her touch. “Did I hurt you?” she asked **** concern evident in her voice.

“Sorry, it wasn’t you it was those damn jeans. They just about rubbed me raw and everything’s really sensitive right now. I don’t think I can take touching of any kind, as much as I really, really want to” I replied sadly with a lot of lust tinging my voice.

“I don’t want to go too fast. I’m fine with taking things as slowly as you need.” She replied trying to be supportive, but I could tell she was more than a little turned on herself.

“’The spirit is willing but the flesh is spongey and bruised’” I reply and we both laugh. “But seriously this new dick is really sensitive. Remember how bad it was right after I got cut? I had a hard time wearing pants, even with underwear, with my dickhead always exposed and touching cloth all the time. It might be worse now than it was then, and denim is not a particularly forgiving fabric. If that hike had been any longer I think I might be bleeding right now.”

“Tight underwear helped you last time, anything to lock your dick down and prevent unnecessary rubbing, right?”

“Yeah that helped last time, but I don’t think anything I own is going to classify as ‘tight’ on me anymore.” I said looking sadly at my closet.

“Well you can’t go out in those jeans again without underwear. I’ll go pick you up some new stuff tomorrow morning. You’re also going to need underwear for all the clothes you’re going to be trying on for your new wardrobe. They generally frown on trying on pants in the store commando.”

“I hadn’t really thought ahead that far, but I guess I’m going to need to buy new clothes. I can’t keep wearing Ben’s stuff, and it doesn’t really fit anyway. I guess I’ve got enough money saved away for a few outfits.”

“Kyle, how long have I been telling you I wanted to buy you new clothes? This is going to be my treat, and we’re going to replace everything. Really you’re doing me a favor, I love shopping and this way I can get rid of all those old T-shirts of yours that I hate.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know, I want to do this. The sizes might be smaller than I was planning, but I’ve been looking forward to this for a while. We’re going to get you a respectable adult wardrobe, and all it took was a magic cave.” She replied laughing.

Our clothing discussion had taken my attention away from more amorous pursuits long enough that my dick had gone soft. I could see Olivia’s eyes glancing down at my even smaller endowment. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I blushed in embarrassment. Olivia noticed as I started to turn away, shielding my groin from her view.

“Hey don’t be ashamed of yourself, I still think you’re hot. Look at that sexy new ass, it’s giving me some truly sinful thoughts. That and I’m still fantasizing about getting that cock of yours in my mouth.” Which elicited a twitch of arousal from my cocklet and had it starting back to erection.

“You have no idea how much I want that too, but I really don’t think I could take that today. Besides the sensitivity issues, I’m exhausted. I don’t have long sexy legs like yours, that hike really wore me out. I think I’m ready to go to sleep.” Until I’d said it I don’t think I’d realized just how tired I was, but I really was exhausted.

“Probably for the best, I’ve been up for the better part of 24 hours and I’m still pretty jetlagged. As much as I want to use this bed for something more active, I could really use a good sleep too.” She said walking to her dresser and pulling out some pajamas to change into.

I climbed into bed, a much lower bed than the ones in the hospital which meant I thankfully did not need a stool to climb in. Even if it was more of a struggle than I was used to. I pulled the sheets over my naked body and even that soft material was enough to have the sensitive flesh of my dick complaining. Olivia talked about the clothes she was planning to buy for me tomorrow as she rummaged through the drawers finding the perfect pajama set to wear. Before she had even had a chance to strip out her current clothes I was out like a light.