Day 2 at the DSR

It was a hot summer day and the sun was beaming down mercilessly on the pavement outside the new Department of Size Registration office. Men of all ages and backgrounds were lined up out front, sweating and fidgeting nervously as they waited to have their manhood measured and evaluated. Inside, the stunning Lily, Pearl and Kim bustled about, assigning numbers and preparing for another day of sizing up the male populace.

Lily, the perky young blonde, stretched her arms over her head with a yawn. "Whew, I'm tired! Evaluating all those cocks yesterday wore me out. My jaw still hurts!" She giggled, playing with her platinum locks.

Pearl, the elegant curly-haired brunette in her 40s, patted her hand. "I remember my first days here, sweetie. You'll get used to it. Just remember, a few disappointing penises doesn't mean they're all bad!" She winked. "And it's rewarding giving the big boys their special rewards, isn't it?"

Kim, the leggy Asian beauty, rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee. "You two are a riot. I'll stick to my boring filing job, thanks."

The door buzzed as the first customer entered - a nervous looking young man named Jamal. "Hello! Please remove your pants and underwear," Pearl instructed gently, guiding him to the evaluation table. She measured his flaccid 5 inch member with a satisfied nod. "Very good! And now..." She stroked him to full mast - 5.3 inches. "Good to go! You're free to leave, Jamal. Have a nice day!" She entered the data in the system with a smile.

Next was Daryl, who sheepishly presented his modest 3 inch flaccid. But when hard, he proudly sprouted an impressive 5.9 inches. The women cheered and clapped. "Excellent! You're a grower! Right this way..."

As the day went on, Simon the 45 year old registered a pathetic 2 inches soft, only peaking at 4.8 hard. Lily patted his balding head. "Don't worry sir, we all start somewhere. Here's your size card and some special instructions." She slipped a pink-labeled card into his trembling hands.

Finally, a cocky young man named Frank strutted in, whipping off his pants. But his 3.3 inch soft length filled the women with dismay. When fully erect, he only reached a lackluster 5.1 inches. "I'm afraid you need further testing," said Kim, frowning. "The viewing room is down the hall. Good luck!"

In the viewing room, Frank gripped the edge of the table, watching a montage of giant boobs and asses and throbbing cocks on repeat, but alas, his member did not stir from its semi-erect state. Sue-Ellen, the buxom MILF in charge, sighed. "I'm afraid it's a cock cage for you, young man. Silver card only." She fixed a cruel clip to his head and balls, then fitted the clear cage over his genitals.

Back in the main room, a suave gentleman named Manny sauntered in. "Mmm yes, 6 inches soft...and..." Pearl gasped as he fully engorged to 8.75 inches! The women oohed and ahhed. "Well hello!" Sue-Ellen appeared. "Looks like someone requires the golden treatment..." She took Manny's giant tool into her mouth, slurping and sucking with gusto.

Elderly Carl shuffled in last, struggling to push out his wrinkled 3.7 inches. When he could only get semi-hard, Kim and Lily exchanged sad glances. "I'm sorry sir, but you don't quite meet the minimums. Here's your assigned pink card..." Carl shuffled out dejectedly.

"Whew! Another day." Lily kicked off her heels. "I'm so glad those big boys get the gold card. Mittens over here couldn't even get hard!" She gestured at Frank's tiny cage.

Pearl grinned. "That's why it's so important to size these men up! Can't have pathetic peckers and sissies running around unchecked now, can we?" She slung an arm around Lily. "Now, let this grown woman show you a thing or two about giving proper head..."

Sue-Ellen leaned over the counter, her heavy tits nearly spilling out. "Girls, you're doing splendidly. I'm so proud!" She left a trail of lipstick on Lily's cheek with a kiss. "Mmm, keep up the good work and we'll make you a master cock evaluator in no time!"