Stand still

You stand still exactly as ordered, feet apart, hands at your sides, the cold bathroom air keeping everything small at first.

Your mom kneels in front of the two of you with the ruler and cloth tape, checking every time the slightest hint of growth appears.

“Still nothing measurable on you… Dad’s still at a quarter inch and too thin to wrap…”

A couple of minutes pass. Blood begins to return slowly. She records each tiny change in a note on her phone.

Halfway through the recovery the bathroom door opens. Your sister steps in, takes one look at the scene—both of you naked, Mom with measuring tools, the ice bath still melting behind you—and her face lights up with pure delight.

“Oh this is perfect. I leave for twenty minutes and come back to a full measuring session.”

She leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching closely.

When your soft cock finally pushes out enough to take a number again, your sister tilts her head and delivers the line with perfect timing:

“I’ve seen clits bigger than what you’re trying to call a dick.”

The words hit like a switch. Blood surges. Your cock springs upward into a full, aching erection right in front of all three of them.

Mom is ready with the ruler.

“Four inches long… three and three-quarters around.”

She checks her phone quickly. “Seventy-eight percent of average length. Seventy-nine percent of average girth.”

For the first time all night you are bigger than your dad—who is still soft and tiny. A confusing rush of pride mixes with sharp regret as you realize the only reason you win is because you’re hard and he isn’t.

Mom notices the comparison too. She leans in close to your dad’s ear and whispers something too quiet for you to catch. Whatever it is works instantly. His cock jumps to life, swelling fast until it stands thick and heavy.

She measures him at once.

“Four and three-quarters long… four inches of girth.”

Another quick check on her phone. “Ninety-three percent of average length. Eighty-four percent of average girth. Volume difference… he beats you by four cubic inches.”

She looks up at both of you, then at the calculator results.

“You’re in the second percentile overall for erect size. Your father is in the tenth. Both of you are small… but you’re the smaller one even when you’re hard.”

Your sister laughs out loud.

“Second percentile! And you needed a full erection just to beat Dad’s soft little speck for thirty seconds. That’s embarrassing for both of you.”

Mom doesn’t disagree. She stays kneeling, ruler still in hand, looking between the two modest erections with open amusement.

“She’s right. Neither of these is anything to brag about. Especially yours.”

Your sister pushes off the counter, still grinning.

“When you finally get sent to your room, you should watch a new video. I’ve got a few that’ll help you accept what those numbers actually mean.”

She glances at Mom, then back at you, and lists the options like she’s offering dessert.

What do you do?

(Once you’re eventually dismissed to your room, which video do you open?)

Sissification hypnosis that starts with learning to wear panties and ends with wanting more.

Sissification hypnosis porn with a heavy focus on CEI—eating your own cum as a natural, permanent habit.

Femdom hypnosis that hammers the idea you are too small for any woman and only exist to be their pet slave while they worship real, big cocks.