Same But Different

The AI reports this is the same basic penis only this is it when flaccid: it is well average in length for a flaccid penis; it has slightly above average glans width showing, no visible curve and overall girth is slightly above average for a flaccid penis. Overall this penis is a classic flaccid penis.

You clarified the both penises are erect. The first one belongs to a much bigger framed and taller man, and the second one is mine compare it as an erection to the first one.

AI responds back, ‘yes, I can see that these are in fact two different penises belonging to you and another person. The first one as already established is average in nearly all noticeable metric, but your penis, which I first thought was flaccid but now clearly can tell is erect, is significantly shorter thinner with a more even to the shaft glans thus making it seem softer by comparison. Your penis is a below average to small penis.’

You push back hoping for a better outcome enquiring about the height discrepancy between you and Nick.

AI responds back, ‘No the comparisons are to the scale items that I am able to cross reference such as the toiletry items on the counter or the spatula which a quick search verifies this.

You decide to try and get a second opinion uploading on multiple AI platforms looking for something to differentiate yourself from Nick, but after multiple attempts you realize that the results were consistently the same, so at the end of the day this fantasy would just be that as Nick was taller and younger so you would just keep it as a secret spank bank and nothing more, but that doesn’t stop your mind from wondering.

Your wife always talks about my penis being so big, and she feels tight. So, why is this a truth for you? Is it possible for you to be bigger than her ex-husband like she says? Is she just patronizing you, but your gullible ass didn’t know any better?

You ask the AI, but the results are shocking.

You stare at the glowing screen, pulse hammering in your throat as the AI’s verdict sinks in: your cock, the source of your middle-aged pride is small.

Pathetically small. The facts still burns behind your eyes, every pixel confirming what you never wanted to know.

Now the questions pour out of you like precum, **** and filthy. You type them to the AI, voice cracking: Does she really feel you the way she claims when her slick walls flutter around your modest length? Why does she moan “God, you’re so big, baby” while you thrust, her hips rolling like she’s taking every inch when you both know she isn’t?

And the blowjobs, fuck, the blowjobs. She never deep-throats you. Just the swollen, sensitive tip between her glossy lips, sucking slow and wet, tongue swirling like she’s savoring the best part because that’s all there is. Her eyes lock on yours, lashes fluttering, humming like it’s the thickest cock she’s ever tasted. Is it kindness? Pity? Or does the lie turn her on as much as it’s suddenly turning you on right now, your small dick twitching hard in your fist while you imagine her secret smile?

You keep typing, aching, humiliated, and harder than you’ve been in years.

Before the AI starts to respond you hear a familiar voice from behind you, “Oh baby… your wife knows exactly how small that cute little cock is. I say it’s ‘big’ because I love watching you believe it, love the way your eyes light up when I lie so sweetly. I only suck the tip because that’s all I can fit without you cumming too fast because teasing your sensitive head makes you throb and beg like the **** little-dick husband you are. Oh and it, you harder? Oh look you’re even harder knowing the truth.”