Ending Three

“Smallwood. Mr Smallwood.”

Lou looked up from his mobile phone, grounding his leg, previously resting horizontally over his knee. He walked through the outpatient clinic’s clear glass passage doors; informed the physician would see him in the third room on the left. The jock sat near the edge of the examination table, looking around the office with hastened looks. Nervousness did not express, in full, the pins and needles perforating his body. He was a step closer to emerging his fool's paradise in reality. But it had been years since anyone, including a doctor, saw his equipment downstairs. Sure, surgical urologists, particularly experienced ones, were habituated to varied sized penises and the well-known abnormalities that befall them. Sure, they were by reasonable assumption to manifest professional interest as opposed to personal amusement. Yet, not one or the other reconciled his apprehensions and vulnerabilities.

After fifteen minutes of sitting in silence, the exam room door opened. There, a casually dressed, youthful looking fellow of average height and a thin frame entered, dancing to a tune in his fairly large head, moving his arms and legs like water. He washed his hands at the sink beside him while giving Lou a bright expression. If not for the stethoscope around his thick neck and the clipped identification card on his polo shirt labelled “Dr Douglas Brown,” Lou would have thought the upbeat man was just a teenager amid role play.

“Hello sir!” Douglas exclaimed with a sparkling smile, “may you provide your name and date of birth?”

Lou answered, eliciting a thumbs up from the clinician.

“Ah, Mr Smallwood. Another potential for penis enlargement!”

Lou flushed.

“Uh! Um...can’t you keep it down, doc?!”

Douglas laughed; his amusement more vociferous than their spoken word.

“Don’t worry, Mr Smallwood. My staff’s fully aware majority of my recent consults are pursuing an inch or two on study. Not a secret at all.”

Lou reddened more. That explained the secretaries giggles.

“But let’s get down to it. We discussed the research over phone, but to summarise, this is an early phase trial seeking to improve surgical success and patient satisfaction after penile augmentation, particularly erect states in men with sizes significantly below the global average.”

Lou simply nodded, biting his bottom lip. A notion the doctor analysed.

“Don’t feel ashamed, Mr Smallwood! Causes for micropenises vary, but are never the fault of the owner. Penis size has no bearing on your masculinity, relationship dysfunctions, poor self-esteem, and unhealthy livelihoods. Concerns often addressed through therapeutic input.”

Lou cringed, unsure if he would combust from the heat rising within his body. He re-reviewed and signed paperwork before Douglas asked if the young jock would consider performing study procedures at that very moment. Lou nodded, muttering a “yes,” to which Douglas headed to a small cabinet; pulling out a dark plastic bag.

“Please get undressed and put on this robe.”

Douglas handed Lou a front opening exam gown, then informed him he would locate his surgical resident.

“Is that okay with you, Mr Smallwood? If they observe the examination?”

The young man shrugged, yanking off his shirt.

“Sure, whatever.” What did it matter? The entire office knew his purpose there.

Douglas gave the jock another thumbs up before exiting the room.

A couple minutes after Lou changed did Douglas returned. He relayed the resident would join after finishing their case. Lou rolled his eyes, following the doctor’s further instructions as he performed a full physical. Breathe in and out. Open your mouth. Extend and flex your arms. Lou followed without question, wanting to fade into non-existence each time the doctor requested an answer to his inquiries.

“How big do you expect your penis to be after the procedure?”

“Are you uncomfortable being naked in front of men or women?”

“Do you believe others will talk or laugh about your penis size?”

“Does your penis size cause momentous anxiety?”

The jock answered untruthfully, needless to say, recalling the answers provided on the unofficial social media page to ensure trial eligibility. Reason he left his prosthetic at home. He would not compromise, possibly, his sole measure to measure up.

“Good, good, good. Healthy as an ox,” spoke Douglas, patting Lou on the shoulder, “I could operate as soon as next week after blood work. Now would you please open up so I can inspect the family jewels.”

Lou slowly nodded, unwrapping the gown right as the door opened. Both he and Douglas looked up at the apologetic physician whom entered, their ivory skin flushed from their lassitude. While Dr Douglas Brown was all smiles, shock turned Lou pallid, like **** warmed over. There stood a young, athletic woman of just sizable height; her busty, curved figure obvious in her more professional attire compared to her mentor: a hip-length white jacket, holding her stethoscope in the pocket; a dark, maxi ruffle-hem shift dress and small, black pumps. She gave Lou an abashed look, turning away as the doctor introduced them both.

“Dr Maria Rod, this is Mr Lou Smallwood. A prospective for our early stage penis augmentation study. Mr Smallwood, this is Dr Maria Rod.”

If the young jock could have chosen **** in that moment, he would. Maria Rod, the beautiful internist before him, was Alex Rod’s, his best friend, younger sister. A woman who grew up with him. Whom would always watch him from afar when hanging out with her brother, incapable of veiling her pronounced lust towards him.

“Come over Dr Rod. I am about to begin the genital examination.”

Maria loitered to them, her nervous grimace a mixture between interest and shame at finally seeing the private parts of her crush.

“Continue Mr Smallwood.”

Lou swallowed, giving Maria a pleading look. She remarked with a slight, anxious grin. He moaned, looking away.

“Mr Smallwood?”

Lou sighed, hesitating for a moment before pulling open the robe, exposing his genitals. Maria restrained her gasp in short order, though her faint breath ended up fervently commensurable, forcing Lou to clench his palms. Douglas, on the other hand, exhibited his excitement. The sentiment he would have expected from Maria if he swung like a stallion. He directed his gloved hands towards the diminutive private parts, presenting them to the young doctor.

“Amazing! A true micropenis! A perfect candidate so far.”

Maria giggled, obscuring her amusement with her right palm on her lips.

“Agreed Dr Brown. The patient’s penis size appears several deviations below the mean for an adult male. Though unexpected are that his testicles are of average range.”

“Very true, but remember Dr Rod, not all manifestations of a micropenis are associated with hypogonadism disorders,” Douglas looked towards Lou. “Little or no sex hormone production often correlated with smaller balls.”

Lou gritted his teeth. He did not care. Here he sat before the two, his modest nub displayed and discussed.

“We should continue, Dr Brown. I am sure Lo--Mr Smallwood feels uncomfortable with us discussing his penis size.”

Douglas agreed before apologising. Lou looked up, hunching his shoulders upon noting Maria’s nervousness amalgamating burgeoning enjoyment.

Douglas inspected the skin and glans of Lou’s member, flicking the short, organic wad up and down while looking about for any signs of abnormalities. Maria took notes, giggles escaping here and there each time he darted Lou’s boyhood like an electronic toggle switch. Each giggle emblazoning the young man's crimson. Douglas pressed Lou’s entire shaft with his thumb and index finger, completing his palpitation in one go. Afterwards, he requested for the jock to stand so that he may inspect his scrotum as well. Lou evaded Maria’s looks, wondering if she would tell anyone about what she saw. Weren’t there laws against that?

He sighed.

Did it even matter?

His best bro was bound to find out he was hung like a newborn. Bound to learn the glorious package which beguiled others was as fake as his pride. An absurd farce. Could he handle the one-sided tongue-in-cheek banter regarding his entire self? A self that he fashioned through false machismo. A self which he created as a ploy for acceptance. And would it stop there? Douglas looked up at Lou.

“Are you okay, Mr Smallwood?”

The young man nodded, maintaining eye contact with the doctor while he stood.

“Good, good,” he answered, before clearing his throat, “so, unlike a standard genital examination, this study will require baseline penis measurements in both flaccid and erect states. We will measure you flaccid now and then induce an erection via injection. Dr Rod, please retrieve the tape measure in the drawer by the sink. Also please prepare the materials for the penile injection.”

Lou’s gaze burned the ground as both physicians worked around him. Not only had Maria seen how small he was, but she would have the numbers solidifying the fact. On the job digits confirming he would have never, ever been able to fulfil her. A warm titillation rushed through him at the thought. The thought that the young woman who found him a prize for little more than a decade would now compare him to the prepubescent boys she had babysit during her youth.

“I can measure Mr Smallwood, Dr Brown.”

Lou stiffened as Maria washed, then gloved both her hands.

“Thank you, Dr Rod,” Douglas answered, gesturing towards the sweating jock.

She kneeled before the young man, her subtle breath against his tiny cock making him spasm. Maria noticed, tittering under her breathing.

“Remain calm, Mr Smallwood. I will now take the measurement.”

Lou tensed, noting the tonal infliction at her quip before she laid the measure against his length. She smirked, looking Lou in the eyes (a gesture he made sure to dodge) before turning towards Douglas.

“2.54 centimetres.”

She placed the measure around his nub, giggling aloud at his sharp, airy intake.

“Sorry Mr Smallwood. Didn’t mean to excite you.”

Lou remained silent, unable to respond. Mixed sentiments bombarding him; making all his muscles twitch. She simpered, reading out the numbers.

“6.86 centimetres.”

“Perfect,” responded Douglas, readied to inject Lou, though he chuckled aloud to Maria’s surprise.

“Appears we may not need the injection after all...”

Lou looked down. His expression slackened at the sight of his nub bobbing upwards, as hard as a rock. Before the physician’s face. Maria laughed. Lou blushed.

“Would have thought it grow another inch,” she spoke loudly in shock, though she immediately apologised when Douglas cleared his throat.

“Please measure his erection, Dr Rod.”

Lou bit his lips, his heart racing as Maria placed the tape measure against the length of his erection.

“Yes...sorry yes. Um... still 2.54 centimetres in length.”

His back, buttocks, arms and legs contracted as the cool measure strip laced around his hard on.

“8.38 centimetres in girth.”

“Approximately a 50% growth,” Douglas acknowledged with approval.

Maria grinned, looking up at the short-winded jock.

“A grower.”

Lou groaned, his entire body flushing as the base of his erection twitched. Pre-cum seeped from his hardened nub, bespeckling Maria’s hands. She looked up, snorting amid beholding Lou’s contorted cheeks and parting mouth. At once, the young woman recognised what impended, stepping away in advance of imploring her mentor.

“Please get tissues, Dr Brown.”

“Why Dr--?”

The jock croaked. Faced with every internal effort for suppression. His bodily twitches rapid as his pre-ejaculate thickened. He groaned, his natural lubrication soon propelling as translucent white ropes through the tip. Pulse after pulse for over a few seconds, the first shot across the room, before allayed flow. Tears threatened to escape Lou Smallwood, ashamed by Douglas’ response as he stumbled in haste towards the sink for more than a handful of paper towels. Maria stood, stepping further from her bygone crush’s firing mini pistol. She struggled, hiding her mirth while Douglas placed several rolls over Lou’s crotch.

“Dr Rod, would you--”

A melodic tone arose out of Douglas’ pocket, invoking a subtle murmur. Upon looking at his mobile, he raised a finger to both Maria and Lou before rushing out of the room. The jock finished his orgasm, falling back onto the exam table in a momentary bliss, shrivelled, like his receding nub, upon remembering who was with him. Maria broadly smiled, witnessing the vanishing of Lou’s penis, which he hid at once by closing his gown. Again, he looked away as she held her abdomen and convulsed into pungent sniggers.

“M-Maria! Please don’t tell anyone! Don’t tell Alex!”

“Don’t worry Lou. Bahahaha. I didn’t see a thing.”

Lou placed his palm against his face, overlooking the young woman’s laughter.

This can’t be happening.

Douglas returned with a sombre look.

“Mr Smallwood--”

“--sorry Dr Brown. I don’t know what happened. I mean, that never happens...”

Maria calmed, yet her slight leer corroborated her scepticism at never.

“No worries, Lou. We can handle that later,” even though the uncertain glances at his patient’s mess generated doubt as to how, “unfortunately, we will have to end our assessments. I received a call from the company sponsoring this procedure.

He sighed.

“There were reported findings the surgical augmentation is secondary to increased instances of severe side effects such as sensation loss and permanent erectile dysfunction. There is a hold on the trial until further evaluation, which means at this time we cannot operate on you. At least not in the foreseeable future.”

Lou’s chest hitched, no words escaping him. Even as Douglas inquired if he was okay.

Exposed.

Prodded.

Measured.

Then brought to orgasm.

All before two medical professionals. One being his best friend’s younger sister. Who would undoubtedly tell him. Maybe others? His reputation would be ruined once everyone in their inner circle learned his little secret.

And, despite all that, he gained nothing. Absolutely nothing. Stuck with his newborn’s willy for another year. Or two. Or maybe forever!

Lou looked down, his revitalised boner protruding up against his gown, before swapping a shared gaze with the snickered Maria, entertained from the sight of his tiny bulge.

Damn...

End