I Dream of Teeny Weeny

I Dream of Teeny Weeny by Lou Bealy

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Contains incest. Be warned.

All characters are 18 or older

Andrew was about to begin the nightly ritual that he always completed before he went to bed. Before turning out the light for the night, he would grab his tablet, open up his browser, find some porn, and rub one out. Only then would he shut off the light and try to get some sleep. Some nights, he would rub one out and be unable to sleep only to eventually decide that he needed to do it again. It would take slightly longer, but he would rub one out again and then attempt again to get some sleep. He would repeat this until he could actually fall asleep. With his teenage stamina, it wasn’t unusual that he would be up for a few hours, just looking at various kinds of porn. He liked femdom and anal play the most when it came to visual media. When it came to stories, he liked all sorts of things, but especially porn stories about mind control, incest, and cuckold stuff that emphasized humiliation the most. He wasn’t sure why humiliation was so hot but there was no doubt that it was. Maybe it was about his own shame and a way to cope with it and release it.

Though he had a girlfriend Alexis, he didn’t get to see her very often and had to resort to taking care of his own needs. He couldn’t wait to graduate and then move out. He hoped that they could get a place together and then they could have private time every day,

He felt really lucky to have Alexis since she was a cute little petite blonde and he was a skinny little Asian kid with a plain face and a little dick. He sometimes felt like it was just a walking cliche and that was somehow amusing to her. He even occasionally got the impression that she didn’t really think he was attractive, so much as she liked to control him and, worst of all, call his little dick “cute”. There was probably nothing that could be more humiliating for a guy to hear than their manhood being referred to as “cute”. What scared him was how little that it really bothered him when she said it, even though he knew that it should.

It probably had to do with the types of porn that he liked to consume, specifically the humiliation stuff. He never told her- or anyone else for that matter- about this, fearing that it would drive her away. He didn’t want anyone to know that there was some part of him that kind of liked or worse, even got off on being humiliated. He certainly didn’t want these strange fantasies to creep into his real sex life. He didn’t want that any more than he really wanted to have sex with his mom or sister or be cuckolded. It was just a fantasy.

If she was looking at it, that meant she was getting some action, so he couldn’t really complain anyway. It was trying some times, though. With her mom on the school staff as a nurse and her dad not allowing her to visit him at his house, it was tough to get any kind of alone time. They didn’t have any classes together this semester, which made it even more difficult. He didn’t want to be some single loser though, so he put up with all of it.

His size was obviously a bit of a sensitive subject for him. He knew he was small. He liked to say that he barely had 2 inches when he was rock hard, but that was like saying he was 5’10, which he sometimes claimed on internet profiles. He was actually closer to 5’8, and his pathetic little dick was probably closer to an inch and no bigger around than his pinky finger. It was just about hairless, as well. He had hoped that he would have grown some more hair down as he went through puberty but that was basically over and he had to accept that if it hadn’t happened by then, it probably never would.

After brushing his teeth, he crawled into bed and grabbed his tablet from the nightstand. He opened Pornhub and soon enough found a hot video of some big tittied blonde getting banged by a bald muscled guy. He looked down at his crotch for a moment and sighed.

What made his situation even more embarrassing was his phimosis. His foreskin was too tight, with no excess skin beyond the head to speak of. It wouldn’t retract and his technique for masturbating revolved around rubbing the shaft in only one direction, up, in order to avoid the painful stretching. Normally it was something that a kid grew out of phimosis by the time they were in preschool, but he never had. It seemed to emphasize the underdeveloped nature of his babydick even more.

It didn’t take long for his first orgasm to rock through his body. He never did last very long, at least not on the first orgasm of the night. Despite the restricting skin preventing him from applying as much stimulation as he would have liked, it took less than a minute of stroking his cock upward with his thumb and forefinger before his eyes rolled back in his head, his toes curled and he erupted. His orgasm rolled over him as he sprayed a load of cum into a tissue. Just like everything else about his diminutive equipment, his load was also not much to speak of. It was just a couple of little blobs of gooey whiteness. He looked down at the tissue and regarded his tiny load, wishing that it wasn’t so minuscule, before tossing it into the trash and rolling over to get some sleep.

Like so many other nights, one was not enough and he repeated this three more times, looking at and reading all kinds of porn before he was finally tired enough to stop and get some sleep. He knew he had a big day ahead of him since it was his birthday.

His dream started almost immediately. It wasn’t a typical dream for him. It was a lucid dream where he was still laying in bed staring at the ceiling. So lucid that they fog of his tired, post-coital mind was still present.

He didn’t know how long they had been there but at some point, he noticed a presence was with him in his bedroom. Two figures were just there, seemingly materializing out of nowhere and hover in the air in the two opposite corners of the room that were visible from his bed. Their features were hidden by the darkness but their basic body shapes were visible in the darkness. He stared at them hard at first, not wanting to get up or draw attention to himself at all. He could tell that they were both decidedly feminine in shape with wings- though the wings were motionless and their hovering silent- with one having bird-like wings that gave her the aspect of an angel and the other’s were more leathery like a bat’s. The bat-winged one had what seemed to be a pair of twisted horns on its head as well.

He decided to risk it and reached over to switch on his bedside lamp in order to get a better look at them. He almost laughed at the sight of them, it was so surreal.

It was a total cliche, an angel and a devil. He tried to blink the sleepiness from his eyes to get a better look. They looked almost identical to each other, aside from the demonic and angelic features of horns on one and a halo floating above the other’s head. Their high cheek-boned faces, thin body shape, blonde hair color were exactly the same. The angel had long, flowing hair that seemed to blow around in a non-existent wind and the devil had its hair tied up in pigtails. The angel wore a black robe and the angel wore a white one. The angel was looking on with an expression of concern and the devil had a look of amusement. 

They were both stunningly beautiful. Their thin toga-like clothes did hardly anything to hide their nice figures. The devil’s body was particularly easy to see, her robe being even skimpier. He could just barely make out the shape of her breasts and saw her nipples poking through the thin material. It was a mix of sexy and otherworldly beauty that he couldn't look away from.

The devil seemed to know his lustful thoughts. She grinned and reached up to the top of her robe and pulled it away from her body, briefly flashing a bare breast at him. He felt blood surge into his tiny dick as she laughed and recovered herself.

He sat there for a moment longer, thinking what a strange dream he was having until he decided to speak up. “Since this is my dream, why don’t you come over here and we can have some fun?” He laughed. “I’m already hard for you.” He moved the covers aside and pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing his tiny throbbing erection.

“How could I even tell?” The devil snickered. She turned to the angel. “Are we really offering this mortal wishes?” she asked in a bemused tone.

He felt his dick throb in response to her making fun of him. Again, there was that excitement from being humiliated that he couldn’t explain.

The angel looked away and shook her head. “He is a bit crude and perverted but he is a teenage boy,” she replied. “That is the norm, regrettably.” She turned back and fixed her eyes on his little dick. “He’s already been dealt a bad hand, obviously. I think he’ll make a good subject for our little game. Besides, he deserves a real birthday wish from each of us.”

“What are you talking about?” he wondered out loud. “This is a bit of an elaborate way for me to have wishes in my dream.” He laughed. “I guess it is past midnight so it is technically my birthday. But this is my dream, anyway. I should already get wishes regardless,” he chuckled.

“We have a game that we play together every so often,” said the angel. “We make a little wager.”

“What kind of a wager?” he asked, wondering where all of this was going.

“That’s none of your concern,” the devil snapped at him and crossed her arms.  “You have two wishes, one from each of us. Just tell us what the first one is already. You want a big dick, right?”

He laughed again. This was all so strange. He decided to go with someone completely outlandish since it was already a very strange dream. “Well, with a dick as small as mine I could only get lots of women if I was the only guy in the world. But if I wish for a big dick, I may not get women anyway. I wish that I was the only man in the world and that it was a normal thing.”

“Oooo…” she the devil giggled. “What an interesting wish.”

“Are you going to do it, or shall I?” asked the angel.

“You go ahead,” the devil girl replied. “You like to be straight forward about it.”

“Very well.” The angel raised her arms. There was a humming sound and then there was a flash of light. He heard the angel say, “You are now the only man in the whole world, but only you will know that anything has changed.”

When Andrew blinked away the dazzling effect he didn’t notice anything different. That made sense, he supposed. There were no guys around, anyway. Still, he would have liked some evidence of the wish coming true.

“And what about your second wish?” asked the Devil with a smirk. “It had better be a good one. You’re not going to get much of a chance to take advantage of the last wish, with a dick that small.” She pointed. “Even if you are the only guy in the world.” She chuckled. “They’ll just laugh at you.”

He smirked back. “I’d be fine with a girl making fun of my” he hesitated for a second on how to put it but then continued, “My babydick. As long as I get some action, I don’t care.”

“Your wish is granted.” The devil threw her arms wide and there was a humming sound that rapidly increased in intensity and volume.

“Wait, that wasn’t a-” he started to say and then another flash of light dazzled and interrupted him. He didn’t press the issue because he didn’t really care. It was just a crazy dream, after all.

“Now when any woman sees your pathetic little pecker,” the devil said with a teasing laugh. “They’ll make fun of you will get some action.”

“Why not start with the both of you?” he asked, waving his little dick at the two floating figures. Again, he wanted some kind of an immediate effect of his second ‘wish’. “You already made fun of it how ‘bout you come over here and fulfill the other part? I'm hard and ready for you."

"Your wish was that  a girl would give you some attention if she made fun of you.” The angel did not sound amused. “We may look like it but we are not girls. We are not human at all.”

The devil snickered. "You're lucky that it is going to be far more entertaining to watch this play out than to kill you for your insolence." She flashed her teeth, which were sharp. She took on a much more menacing aspect for a moment, but it quickly passed and her attitude returned to bemusement.

Disappointed, Andrew got even more flippant. “Then what are you still doing here? Can I just finish the rest of my dream, please?” He threw his hands up. “I’m hoping to take advantage of these wishes before I wake up. Since I'm the only.guy in the world, I'll see how many women I can service before I wake up."

"That sounds very tiring." The devil laughed. "I hope you're up to it. And all the teasing."

"Oh yeah…" he said, rubbing his hands together.

“We will leave you to it, then,” the angel said before it simply disappeared as if it had just blinked out of existence.

“Have fun,” the devil cackled and then disappeared as well, her voice echoed in the room for a moment after she was gone.

With that, Andrew got up out of bed. He walked around the house for a few minutes before he realized that he was the only one up. The dream had lost all of its strangeness and it now seemed just like a normal night where no one else was awake. He eventually went back to bed and climbed under the covers. He was still sleepy enough from having all those orgasms late into the night that he again fell asleep within the dream.

* * *

Andrew woke up the next morning, still pretty tired from staying up way too late the previous night. He always regretted it the next day when he had to get up and go to school on only a few hours of sleep but that wouldn’t stop him from playing with himself at all hours of the night. Now he was suffering the consequences.

He sat up in bed and stared off into space for a minute like a zombie. After waking up some, he resisted the urge to text his best friend, Brenda and tell her about his strange dream but decided not to because he would have to get into the fact that he had a tiny dick. Or maybe he could just leave that part out, he thought. Either way, he was in a hurry and didn’t have much time to talk about the strange dream.to the shower, recalling the dream from the night before through his mental haze. He was disappointed that it didn’t go anywhere after he made the wishes. He never had a chance to take advantage of them, which was pretty disappointing.

He heard someone approaching and knew it had to be his mom. Every year on his birthday, she would come in and wish him a happy birthday in the morning. He sat under the covers, waiting for her to come in. Then it hit him.

He realized, too late, that his dick was rock hard. It wasn’t unusual to have morning wood, but this was the wrong day to have it. He hoped his small size would help hide his erection in his boxers.

“Good morning!” he heard her call out in her sing-song voice. “How is my birthday boy?” she said as she yanked the covers off of him. “You better be up! Don’t sleep your birthday away!”

He sat there for a moment, not wanting to move, thinking that would only draw attention to it. He took a moment to appreciate that even in her late thirties, his mom was still plenty hot. She wasn’t thin but wasn’t fat either. She had big breasts for an Asian lady- C-cups- long dark hair that she kept tied back and brown eyes. She could probably still fetch any man she wanted but seemingly had little interest in dating. She had never truly recovered from his dad’s death. It was a shame because his friends would give him shit about how hot she was and he would have to claim that he never thought about it when he knew damn well how hot she was. He had never thought about her in a sexual way before but still, she was definitely hot. There was no way around that.  He thought about this for just a moment before he shook the thought from his head. Then she said something else that completely snapped him awake.

“I see you are up.” She grinned and pointed to his crotch.

Oh no, he thought. Why would she draw attention to it?

“Looks like you have a small birthday candle down there.” She giggled. “I’m going to blow it out.”

This was so out of character for her, to point something like that out in the first place and to make fun of him, at that. Then she was giggling like a schoolgirl, it was bizarre. His mind immediately went to the strange dream he had the night before…

He was again startled out of his thoughts, this time by his mom reaching out and grabbing his boxers. Before he could do anything, she pulled them down. His tiny little pecker sprang into view, the bright red tip where the foreskin stretched painfully, contrasting against the pigment of the rest of his skin. She looked right at it.

“There it is.” She giggled. He was mortified and tried to grab the blanket back but she yanked it away “Nu-uh, how am I going to blow out the little birthday candle if you cover it back up?” She reached toward his crotch.

“Mom! What are you-” he protested until her cold hand covering his erection, the tip pressed into her palm.

“It’s so tiny and cute.” She rubbed her palm against it, making Andrew moan. “I’ll make a wish and then blow it out.” She leaned down, her mouth slowly approaching his crotch.

Andrew was paralyzed with a mix of excitement and fear. He watched his mom bury her face in his crotch and a moment later he felt her hot tongue on the tip of his penis, rubbing against his tight foreskin. He gripped the sides of the bed and gasped when she began licking the entire length of his cock up the bottom and back down the top. She was obviously very skilled at this.

“It’s so little, I bet I could fit the whole thing…” she trailed off and a moment later he moaned when he felt her lips close with his entire package in her mouth, with room to spare. Her tongue playfully bounced his balls up and down in her mouth before she sucked on the whole thing. His eyes rolled back into his head, the feeling was utterly novel. Her tongue slid all over his tight, shrunken scrotum, seemingly massaging every fold in the skin. Eventually, she popped his package out of her mouth and looked up at him with a sexy smile on her face.

“Come on… give me a little taste of the frosting,” she cooed. She grasped his shaft, really just the head, between her thumb and forefinger and began licking the foreskin and head while she rubbed the length of it gently.

He was horrified at first but the exquisite sensations soon consumed all of his attention. The stimulation combined with the taboo nature of what was happening made him quickly boil over. With a groan, he dribbled a small glob of cum onto her tongue. Her tongue retracted into her mouth and then she made eye contact with him. She smiled wide and visibly swallowed his little load.

“Happy birthday to you…” she sang as she stood up and walked out of the room.

Andrew was left to stare at the ceiling in a kind of stunned silence. This was something far beyond anything he was prepared for and needed a few moments to process it. His mind kept returning to his dream. 

It couldn’t have been real. No way. It was definitely easier to believe that his mom inexplicably decided to give him a birthday blow job than to believe an angel and a devil gave him birthday wishes that altered not just his mom’s mind but the entire world too. Did his mom somehow find out about his secret fetish for mother-son incest, he wondered?

Eventually, his orgasm and exhaustion almost made him fall back asleep but right before he was out, he jerked back awake. He realized that he would have to get up and go to school. He dragged himself out of bed and walked to the bathroom in a daze of confusion and fatigue. He brushed his teeth and then hopped in the shower. After finding just the right temperature, he just stood under the water for a few minutes. The hot water flowing over his body helped him to wake up. The cloud his fatigue had inflicted on his mind was clearing but the events of the morning still didn’t make any more sense. He gave up and tried not to think about the absolutely crazy nature of it all and just relax under the hot stream. The thought of his mom giving him a blow job kept swirling through his head, making him erect again. He switched the water from hot to cold, hoping it would help shrivel his erection down. He didn’t have any more time to play with himself.

After a bit, he figured that he needed to hurry and began washing himself in earnest, saving his embarrassingly small package for last. He began to soap up his tiny dick when he heard the bathroom door open.  He hadn’t thought it was necessary to lock it because though he shared the bathroom with his sister, she was an early riser and would normally be dressed and leaving for work by then. He peeked out from behind the curtain and saw that she had entered the bathroom, still wearing her pink and white pajamas. He was about to yell at her not to flush the toilet while he was in the shower when she quickly stripped off her pajama pants.

His eyes bugged out of his head and watching his older sister disrobe in front of him stunned him into silence. She was on the skinny side but athletic with a tiny bit of muscle definition from her time in high school sports. Her shoulder-length dark hair was completely frazzled with full-on bed-head. But he wasn’t looking at her hair or her muscles. 

He froze in the process of soaping up his crotch and his eyes were glued to her naked B-cup breasts. The nipples were partially erect, probably from the cold. His eyes were quickly drawn away from them when she dropped her pants on the floor, her plain white underwear following directly after. He gawked at her nakedness, staring directly at the cleft that continued between her thighs. It was perfect, as far as he could tell. He stared wide-eyed at his sister’s naked crotch, which he wasn’t too surprised to see was completely hairless. She was 19 and more than likely sexually active, so the fact that she was well-groomed down there did not come as a shock, it was just shocking that he was getting to see it. She was normally so paranoid about him seeing her naked and there was no way that she didn’t know he was there. The shower was running, his own underwear was laying on the floor in front of the tub, and he could be plainly seen through the semi-transparent curtain. She seemed to stare at his crotch for a moment before approaching the tub.

“Stop playing with your little bath toy and scoot over,” she commanded. He didn’t even think to resist and shuffled over to give her room. He generally just did what she wanted him to do in order to avoid a fight and that instinct kicked in. She stepped into the shower and immediately shrieked. “What the fuck, Drew? Turn up the heat!” He did as he was told, still stunned into silence by her just boldly injecting her naked body into his shower time.

Hr finally found his voice. “Jenna, what are you-” he started to say but was again startled into silence when he felt her hand grasp his slick, sudsy penis. She squeezed it between her palm and fingers, which made it squirt out from between them.

She giggled. “I can barely get ahold of the little thing.” He fingers again grasped at his crotch. 

He started to dodge away from her without thinking. This was just so unexpected, and his basic skepticism that she would do something like this made him wary.

‘Stay still…” she whispered. “How am I going to give you your birthday gift if you keep squirming?”

His first instinct was to just jump out of the shower; to stop this, whatever it was, from happening. but something stopped him. As strange as this all was, he was still getting some attention from a hot young woman… and as shameful and awkward as it was, he couldn’t let himself pass it up. And he was beginning to learn just how much that the ridicule and humiliation he had experienced that day so far contributed to how excited he was.

“That’s it…” she cooed when he stopped moving. She again grasped his penis between her thumb and forefinger before she began to stroke him gently. The suds lubricated him well, allowing her digits to slide over him with ease while applying just enough pressure to make him gasp with pleasure. His cock strained inside his tight restricting foreskin.

The pleasure built up quickly, and he began to hump her hand in time with her strokes. Before long, he groaned as a dribble of cum joined the water swirling down the drain.

“Now get out so I can finish my shower,” she grumbled. “I’m already late.”

He wordlessly did as he was told, quickly rinsing off and climbing out of the shower. He was in a complete daze and just stood there on the bath mat for a few minutes before the chill from the open door letting a gust of air in reminded him to get dry. He grabbed a towel and dried off before escaping the bathroom without having said anything to acknowledge what had just transpired.

As he got dressed, he reflected on the crazy events of the day so far. One of his female family members coming onto him and giving him some sexual attention was crazy enough but two in one day was absolutely insane. Not only that but making fun of his small size first before the act was exactly what he had wished for. 

Was he still dreaming? He didn’t think so. He was absolutely lucid, and nothing besides the interaction with his family would suggest he was dreaming. He also remembered his dream had been completely lucid as well. After he finished getting dressed in his standard outfit of a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, he pinched himself and felt the pain but didn’t wake up. He gave up and finished getting ready for school.

He normally took a pretty straight path to school that used the trails through the greenbelt near his house. Today, he decided that he wanted to risk sneaking through the private beach that was on the more direct route to school. He had a test in his first-period microbiology class that he could not miss. He wanted to cut down on the time it would take to get to school or at least that is what he told himself was the reason. But bubbling under the surface was a desire to further test whether his dream had actually somehow come true or just maybe, confirm it wasn’t a dream at all, as he was beginning to suspect. The private beach would serve this purpose well, as it was a nude beach.

He had never worked up the courage to try and sneak in the place. He knew the consequences of getting caught could be high. He was an adult now and it was possible he would be charged with some kind of crime. He also had the more embarrassing reason for never wanting to go there before: someone may see his tiny male equipment and laugh at him. But now, he was beginning to find that thought exciting, as strange as that would have been to him only yesterday.

He approached the border fence of the beach and looked around carefully for anyone watching before he quickly scaled it. It was a high fence, but luckily there was no barbed wire or anything at the top. He landed on the other side and ducked behind a storage shed. In order to blend in, he removed his clothes and stuffed them into his backpack and struggled to cram his clothes in there because of his school books and binders. He hadn’t thought that it would be such a tight fit, but he didn’t have time to worry about it.

He left his shoes on since, from what he could tell, they were allowed. He looked down at his thin, nude body and sighed. Was he really going through with this? He guessed he had gone too far to go back now. Besides, he needed to hurry up and get to school and take his test.

Andrew began walking swiftly down the path, trying to keep a confident smile on his face, despite his nervousness. He could blend in, as long as he didn’t draw too much attention to himself. He passed several women that weren’t paying him any mind. Most of them were older, but not unattractive so they would have no interest in a short, plain-looking skinny Asian guy like him.

After walking for a few minutes, he realized he had not seen a single man. Not one. He hadn’t really thought about that part of his dream since he woke up. Since his mom gave him a blow job and his sister jerked him off, he had only thought about the second wish and not the first. He supposed if he saw another guy at all, that would disprove the whole thing and confirm that he really had just been dreaming… though at this point it was almost easier to believe the dream was real than the alternative of his mom and sister both independently picking the same day to play with his little dick, even if it was his birthday.

Eventually, he did come in very close distance to a pretty youngish- maybe twenty-five- lady with an hourglass figure, tanned skin, and short-cropped dark hair with blue eyes that made contact with his own eyes as he passed close by her.

She was sunbathing next to the trail when he walked past. She looked up and smiled at him, then immediately looked down at his naked crotch. Her eyes went wide like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then she covered her mouth and giggled.

“You’re a brave boy,” she teased. “Coming out her with… that.” She pointed to his crotch.

He continued to walk past and said nothing. If his wish to compel any woman who made fun of him- and teasing him sarcastically while looking at his penis probably qualified- had actually come true, then he wouldn’t have to say anything.

“A more cowardly man would never show such a,” she chuckled. “Cute little thing like the one you got there. I’ve never seen anything so small.” She laughed and pointed to his crotch as he passed her and continued walking. When he didn’t say anything and continued to walk away, she continued, “And if he did, he would probably have some practiced comeback about it being a grower and not a shower. But that would be a lie in your case, am I right?” she challenged.

He kept walking away, willing himself not to look at her. Her use of the word “cute”, which his girlfriend often used, triggered the typical shame and then an erection that the humiliation always seemed to cause. A moment later, he heard rapid footsteps on the path behind him and turned just in time to see her reach out toward his crotch.

“Where are you going?” she demanded. “I’m talking to you.” Her hand enclosed around his entire package. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? I know you are not a member here,” she said in a snide tone. “I’m actually a staff member. And if you don’t want to be arrested for trespassing, and even get on some kind of sex offender list, you’ll do as I say.”

It was strange that she would threaten to do such a thing while in the act of molesting him, but he didn’t truly have any intention of resisting what he knew was coming next. He had just been testing to find out what would happen, after all.

“Okay…” he said quietly. “What do you want, exactly?” At this point, it seemed obvious to him what she wanted, since her hand was wrapped around his genitals but wanted to hear her say it.

“To see what this little guy can do.” She squeezed his junk for emphasis. “I’m curious. I’ve never seen one half this small before.” She laughed again, releasing her grip slightly and sliding her fingers over his little hard shaft. He shuddered as her fingers massaged his turgid glans, which strained in its tight foreskin prison.

“What’s wrong with it?” she wondered out loud. She was attempting to roll the foreskin back but it was far too tight and it even hurt a little when she tried.

“I have…” he hesitated. “Phimosis.”

“Phimosis?” she asked, confused, still rubbing his shaft, but no longer trying to pull the foreskin down. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s,” he moaned as she picked up speed, now doing it much more gently. “Well, you can see what it is.”

“Yes…” she said, her voice trailed off as she became focused on the task at hand. She was pretty skilled at this, evidently.

The pleasure was so intense that he grabbed ahold of her shoulders, leaning his weight onto her before he completely lost his balance. “Shit…” he muttered, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching. Her soft hands were quite experienced, it seemed because he could hardly hold himself back. Before he knew it, he was emptying his balls. He groaned as a glob of cum fell from his tip and disappeared into the sand.

“Is that all?” she laughed, wiping her the sperm off of her hand onto his backpack and turning to leave without another word. He almost fell over when she abruptly pulled herself from his grasp but he was able to right himself at the last second.

He stood there awkwardly for a moment before continuing on to school. His disbelief in his wishes actually becoming reality was eroding by the second. After taking a moment to recover, he continued his journey across the increasingly populated nude beach. He tried to move more quickly and went off of the main path in an attempt to avoid any more interference on his way. His continued search for another male that would dispel the idea that his dream had not come true was fruitless. There was nothing but women as far as he could see in any direction.

He tried to find rational reasons why the same thing that he had wished for kept happening but he couldn’t think of any. His mind kept circling around to come back to the same conclusion: that he had actually been visited by otherworldly entities who granted him wishes that actually came true.

As he made his way across the sunny beach, he had to pass close to several groups of women because the entire beach from the water to the fence line was absolutely filled with naked women of all different shapes, colors, and body types. He covered his small package with his hands, hoping that no one would notice him and make him even later to school. Again, he was seemingly ignored by everyone. He thought for a moment that it may be a good indicator that he was not the only guy in the world since you’d think they would pay a lot of attention if the world’s only man walked by but then he remembered that part of his wish was that everyone thought it was normal. He recognized that those words could be interpreted a lot of different ways and perhaps any girl that saw him wouldn’t make a big deal out of it since it was normal. 

Hell, he thought. Maybe they are all lesbians now. Or at least bi or something. He chuckled at the thought.

Andrew quickened his pace as he passed between the crowds. He spied the border fence at the other end of the private beach and began to run. His increased haste and speed caused him to trip on an exposed rock jutting out of the ground and he fell flat on his face. His ankle had slightly twisted but wasn’t too bad. He got back to his feet and was able to walk it off. Luckily he had fallen onto the sand, so he remained relatively unhurt. However, since his hands had been occupied with picking himself back up instead of covering his junk.

He was reminded of this when he heard someone call out, “Hey, is that thing for real?” followed by laughter from all around him. He turned and saw who must have said that; a short blonde lady pointing at his crotch. 

She looked to be in her early forties, but still pretty enough and was wearing a small black two-piece bikini. She was slim, tiny breasts. She was probably not a mom, as she did not have any stretch marks on her belly. She had a big grin on her high cheekboned face. She turned to the girls behind her. “Have you ever seen anything so small and petite?” she asked, giggling along with the others. “It’s so small, it’s almost cute.”

His hands had quickly covered his package again after the fall, so the others probably hadn’t seen it. He hoped. He just kept walking, knowing that she would be after him. The blonde did indeed get up to follow but the others just laughed and went back to their sunbathing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, that the others were not following him too. He just hoped that he could get far enough away from the crowd so when the blonde inevitably made it to him, that no one else saw. He was going to be late as it was. He was beginning to really regret his decision to take this short cut but it was too late to worry about that.

“Where are you going?” she called after him, laughing hysterically. “Let me see it again!”

He looked back and saw her practically running after him. It looked really strange to him that she would be so desperate to do something sexual with him of all people but he thought maybe she didn’t have a choice. Maybe if they make fun of him, they are compelled beyond all reason to fulfill the second part of his wish. He looked ahead of him again and saw he was getting close to the fence, where the crowd was thin and those women that were there looked uninterested in him completely and were just sunbathing or looking at the water.

Andrew made it to the fenceline when she caught up to him. He felt her hand grip his shoulder, and forcefully spin him around. “Why are you running away, Stubby?” she asked with a giggle.

He was now close enough to really appreciate her looks. With her fit body, golden hair, green eyes, and nicely tanned skin, she definitely had a kind of girl-next-door cuteness to her.

“I have to get to school,” he replied, trying to pull away, but she grabbed him around the waist with her other arm and held him fast. Since his hands were busy covering his crotch, she was able to wrap her arms around him and then pulled him to the ground, still giggling the whole time. Again, the loose sand made it difficult for him to keep his balance and in a flash, she was on top of him, in a kind of sixty-nine position. He gulped, his nervousness beginning to well up inside him.

Her crotch was right over his face and he could barely see the outline of her vulva through the thin material of her bathing suit. He thought he could smell it too but that could have just been his imagination since he had only knowingly smelled a pussy before the few times he had been allowed to finger Alexis. He closed his eyes and took a big whiff, enjoying her musk. She was definitely horny, he decided. Horny for him. Had his sister and mom both been just as horny, he wondered?

“I thought so.” Her voice snapped him out of his trance. She squeezed his little penis between her fingers and palm, causing it to rapidly swell.

“No-” he said weakly. He wasn’t really able to summon up much resistance. As a teenage boy, he was so horny all the time that even the unwanted sexual advances of strange women close to twice his age were far too exciting to resist.

“C’mon Stubby,” she coaxed. He could feel her warm breath between his thighs and on the tip of his straining-hard penis. “I don’t know why, but I just have to have a taste…” she whispered. A moment later he felt her mouth envelope his tiny cock. She began sucking him right away, her tongue sliding around the head in its tight foreskin prison.

He reached up to pull her bikini bottoms aside, but she startled him again.

“Hey!” she cried out after taking him out of her mouth. “I’m a married woman. No touching there, Stubby,” she commanded before his penis was again within her mouth and on her tongue. It sounded so absurd, to interrupt blowing him to tell him that he couldn’t touch her pussy because she was married. He wondered for a moment if that meant there were indeed men left in the world besides him but he quickly realized that she could obviously be married to another woman. Either way, she sounded deadly serious though and he didn’t want to find out what the penalty for him disobeying her would be. He felt especially vulnerable, with his cock in her mouth, so he definitely didn’t want to test her.

So he just stared at the shape of her pussy through her bathing suit while she sucked him. Despite having cum just a few minutes before, it didn’t take long under these conditions to make him cum again.

“G-nuh!” he groaned and came in her mouth without warning. She pulled off of him and got up on her feet, spitting on the ground. He couldn’t see how much cum he had dumped in her mouth but he guessed it wasn’t very much since none remained on her face or visibly on the ground.

“That is about what I expected. “ She said, sounded pretty disappointed. “But I had to find out.” She turned and began to walk back to her beach chair, not even giving him a second look. “Bye, Stubby,” she said in a sing-song voice.

He stood up and collected himself. That had been fun and exciting but he was glad that he was on the other side of the nude beach and could once again cover himself up. Before that day, he would have thought that there was never a circumstance that he would be upset with getting too much female attention but the day had started in the most unexpected way and was continuing to provide more surprises of all sorts.

He ducked behind a bush and grabbed his clothes from his bag. He checked his cellphone and saw he was late already but he was still minutes away. He quickly reached for his bag to grab his clothes and to his horror, he realized that the zipper had failed at some point and his clothes had fallen out. Luckily he was able to quickly spot his books but there was no sign of his clothes. He thought maybe someone took them but there was no way of knowing. He gathered his books and shoved them back in the bag, which luckily had two zippers and was able to contain them easily now without his clothes to taking of space.

He freaked out for a moment, wondering if he had to run all the way back home but he would miss the microbiology test entirely if he did that, instead of having less time. He remembered that he had an extra change of clothes in his gym locker at school. They were his gym clothes, which would look a little strange but it would be better than being late (or naked). He had even just washed them, so he was really in luck.

His decision made, he jumped up and scrambled over the fence. He hit the ground on the other side running. He held his bag across his crotch and ran as fast as he could. Luckily, it was still very early and the street was mostly abandoned.

He actually made it to school in only a few more minutes but was completely out of breath. He approached cautiously from the side with the sports field, where he could hide behind hedges on his way to the door. He ducked inside and ran to the boy’s locker room, breathing a sigh of relief. He didn’t see anyone in the locker room, which made sense since the students would all be in the gymnasium by then. There were normally a few stragglers but he remembered that he had wished all the men away, so it should be abandoned anyway.

With that in mind, he got to his locker and began to dress quickly, desperately hoping that he had enough time left to get to class and take the test. His confidence that he wouldn’t be interrupted was shattered when he heard a locker slam on the other side of the wall of lockers. He looked up in time to see a half-naked girl approaching with a look of delight on her face.

She was tall and athletic. He thought he remembered seeing her on the girl’s basketball team. He thought her name was Nina or something like that. She had short red hair and her pale skin was completely covered in freckles. She was currently wearing panties, but nothing else. Her skinny body was on full display. She was thin but had a slight curve at her hips that made her shape decidedly feminine. Her breasts were small but had a nice shape to them.

“What the-” he began to say but was interrupted when she slammed him against the lockers behind him. She was surprisingly strong and his shock at the suddenness of her appearance and physical assault on him, combined with how attractive she was, rendered him completely unable to resist in any way besides instinctively covering himself up. “This is the boy’s-” he began to say but stopped when he realized how silly it would be for the only guy in the world to have his own locker room.

He guessed she must have seen his little dick because there was no other explanation as to why someone he had never interacted with before would be so suddenly forceful. All the other girls that had played with him sexually that day had done so without hesitation and without asking or even seemingly caring about consent this one just seemingly had a much more aggressive nature than the others.

“Hands at your sides, punk,” she spat out. She had a wicked smile on her face; she was definitely enjoying being in control.

He nervously moved his shaking hands away from his crotch. She smiled even wider when she saw what he was packing.

“That’s barely a dick at all, eh?” she taunted. “It’s more like a clit.”

“I, uh. It’s…” He struggled to come back with something but couldn’t think of anything to say. He knew that he was not impressive at all in the manhood department but he had never been so ashamed and humiliated. This feeling came with the now expected blood rushing to inflate the little thing, which dispelled any remaining doubts that he got off on being humiliated.

“Shut up. A clit works just fine for me,” she hissed. She dropped her panties and he saw he shaved snatch. “It’s what I’m used to.”

It didn’t shock him that she was into girls, being a basketball player with a guy’s haircut. But the wish hadn’t specified that they had to be attracted to him to be compelled to humiliate and then play with him.

“I can play along…” he answered, not knowing what else to say and knowing that he was not getting out of this. He hoped he could get this over quickly because he was running out of time to take his test.

The skinny athlete grabbed his cock in one hand and pulled him towards the bench, which she then straddled at the end. “I know how to make the most of it…” she trailed off as she pulled him close and mashed his erect little cock against her clit, which quickly became an erect nub as well. They simultaneously moaned from the stimulation. He felt his foreskin stretching almost painfully as his cock slid around her mound.

After a few moments, she was positively drenched and ready to be penetrated but when he tried to move down towards her hole, but she tightened her grip.

"No." She gripped more tightly his cock and mashed their erect little nubs together even harder. "It's not as good as this." She paused and moaned. "And you are nowhere near big enough for that anyway."

Andrew’s cheeks burned red with shame but he said nothing. He went along with her demands and began to thrust into her, rhythmically grinding himself into her. He didn't even care anymore that he had become the unwilling plaything to so many girls. He just focused on the physical pleasure that his being used that way was giving him.

He was able to freely slide around her sopping wet crotch, slipping around the outer folds of her labia before sliding back in and onto her clit again. It felt absolutely amazing. He had been given blow jobs and hand jobs from Alexis even before the strange day started but he had never been this close to actual sex before. The slick feeling of their sensitive skin pressing together, her folds caressing the underside of his micropenis as he slid around and mashed into her clit.

He thought that with how many orgasms he already had that day, he would be able to last at least a little while but within a couple of minutes, he felt his orgasm approaching. Forgetting for the moment that he was supposed to be hurrying to class, he tried to slow the pace down in order to prolong the exquisite pleasure he was feeling. She didn’t allow it, though and took over the pace herself.

“Mmm… don’t stop now. I’m almost there…” she murmured. As he slowed down, she sped up, grabbing him on both sides of his hips and grinding her clit into him forcefully. Her face was scrunched up from the effort and she was gasping for air before long. She was at an absolutely frantic pace when he felt his dick swell and his balls emptied onto her.

“Fuck!” he cried, his body shaking. A small dribble of cum came from his pee hole and smeared all over her vulva as she continued to grind on him.

She eventually cried out in disgust and gave up in frustration. “Really?” she spat. “Is that really all you got?” She sounded truly disappointed. “I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything better. Tiny dick on a hair-trigger.” She shoved him away and stood up, walking back to the shower area to rinse herself off. He did the same and then made his exit right after putting his gym clothes on.

His loud footsteps and heavy breathing were echoing down the hall as he rushed to first period. He checked his phone and saw he still had a short time left. Maybe he could do enough to pass the test, he hoped.

He was running with such reckless speed around a corner that he plowed right into someone coming the other way.

“Oof!” The unfortunate girl exhaled as they collided. They both hit the floor and then looked up at each other.

“Vera?” Andrew asked in surprise. She was his partner in his microbiology class. Why was she out here instead of in class, he wondered?

She was as beautiful as ever with her short stature, slim but curvy body, long dark hair, blue eyes, pale skin, round face, and button nose. She was wearing a plain outfit of a dark hooded sweatshirt and blue jeans.

He was ashamed to acknowledge to himself that despite him being attached to Alexis, he still had a crush on her that went all the way back to when they first met in tenth grade. He had never had the guts to ask her out or even hint at his feelings in any way, especially after getting together with Alexis.

“Andrew!” she exclaimed in surprise. She climbed to her feet, as he did a moment later. “Where have you been?” she asked, looking him up and down. “And why are you in your gym clothes? Did you forget which class you were supposed to be in?”

“It’s… complicated,” he stammered. “What are you doing in the hall instead of in class?”

“I finished my test and had to go to the bathroom. So, if you please…” she gestured to the bathroom that he was standing in front of. He noticed that it was no longer labeled as the girl’s bathroom and it was twice the size it had been, taking up the space that both bathrooms had previously occupied.

Andrew stepped out of the way, allowing her entrance to the bathroom. He wasn’t surprised that she was done with the test already, even though there was slightly less than half of the class period left. She had always been so smart, which was part of why he was so attracted to her. He stood there for a moment, just appreciating her and stewing in his unrequited feelings until he had an idea. There was no one around and wanted to take advantage of their isolation and his wish while he could. The biology test was not a priority at the moment, only the chance to get it on with his years-long crush was important.

He hesitated to enter the bathroom for a moment but remembered that there was no such thing as a girl’s bathroom so he was free to walk in. He did so and seeing that she was in the stall, decided to wait for her.

Vera exited the stall shortly after that and looked at him in surprise. “Andrew, what are you doing? Don’t you need to hurry to-” she began to ask when he interrupted her by dropping his sweatpants.

“I have some microbiology for you to study.” He grinned, shoving his hips forward for emphasis. He chuckled at his own clever joke.

They stood there silently for a moment, with her staring at his crotch and him waiting for her reaction. His little cock was already erect in anticipation of what it would make her do. Her expression slowly shifted from surprise and shock to an amused grin.

“It’s so little and cute,” she said with a giggle, echoing Alexis’ description of his tiny babydick. “I’ve never seen one so small… not even on the internet. It’s amazing.” She kneeled before him and grasped his junk with both hands, one on his tight little sack and the other on his micropenis. She had a cute but goofy grin on her beautiful face as she stared at his crotch. She rubbed the head of his cock with her thumb, taking notice of the tiny hole at the end of his foreskin that wasn’t big enough to let his cock out.

“Mmm… yeah… just like that,” he groaned as she ran her fingers from his taint to his tip. “I knew you were the right person to study this phenomenon.”

“You’re right,” she said, clearly teasing. “It definitely does require some more study by someone who really knows what she’s doing.” She looked away from his crotch and up into his eyes before adding, “For science, of course.” She wrinkled her face when she got close. “It smells though.”

He was about to get defensive but he realized what she had to be smelling. “That’s Nina,” he said, proudly.

“Nina?” she questioned, still holding his dick.

“I think that’s her name. Tall skinny basketball player.”

She didn’t respond to that. She sat there for a moment, perhaps fighting the urge to do what he knew she would end up doing anyway. And he was right. She seemed to eventually give up the fight and settled back down. She slowly reached out and grasped his cock and began to lick from his balls to his tip and back.

Was she even aware that she didn’t have a choice, he wondered? Were any of them? Probably not, he guessed. None of the women that had pleasured him so far that day had seemed to reset it or suspect that anyone but they themselves were in charge of their actions. For the first time that day, he considered the moral implications of the power to control every woman in the world’s mind by merely showing them his little babydick.  If anything, the power he had over her or any other girl was even more exciting. but it didn’t matter anyway; it was too late now. Vera was already being compelled to play with his dick by the wish and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.

“Yes, of course,” he replied in a patronizing tone. He grinned at her, knowing that she could rationalize it any way she wanted but she had no choice. “Just don’t take too long, someone could come in at any minute.” He groaned when she stuck it in her mouth. He loved the warm feeling and the softness of her skin. “Besides,” he added. “I still need to take my test.” He wanted to look at his phone to see how much time he had left but he was far too distracted at the moment to care.

“I don’t know…” she teased after popping his dick out of her mouth. “You said this should be studied and you’re right. Careful study is in order and will take some time.” She giggled and again his micropenis was enveloped in her warm mouth. She paused again to add, “Someone could come any minute, or you could cum any minute.” She laughed at her own joke, then leaned forward and stuck out her tongue before moving her head the rest of the way until the end stuck through the small hole in the end of his foreskin and made direct contact with the very tip of his glans.  

Andrew sucked in a breath through his teeth. His cock was so sensitive since he barely ever got any kind of stimulation at all, his phimosis mostly prevented it. Her tongue wiggled back and forth on what little of his cock head that she could touch. While tongue-massaging his penis she rubbed his sack gently with one hand while jacking his foreskin back and forth with the other. He was twitching so violently from the stimulation that he had to grab her shoulders and leaned on her to avoid losing his balance and falling to the floor.

Vera pulled her head back and giggled. “You can’t even control yourself. This is indeed worthy of some very involved and detailed study…” Her hands continued their ministrations as she stared intently at his little babydick. The corner of her lip curled in apparent wonder and excitement. She leaned back down and wrapped her mouth around his penis, again inserting her tongue into the end of his foreskin.

He felt his orgasm coming fast. He embraced it, grabbing ahold of her head and fucking her mouth. He didn’t reach very deep but he was able to find stimulation rubbing against her smooth warm tongue. She got the idea and created a little envelope of warm flesh with her lips and tongue. He wondered if she had done this before and his image of her as this sweet innocent girl began to erode. It was even stranger considering there were no other guys in the world for her to practice on. He only had a moment to consider that because he came in her mouth right after. As he dribbled a glob of cum into her mouth, she pulled back and allowed it to drip from her mouth onto the floor.

Andrew grabbed his pants and pulled them up as he turned to run out of the room, only saying, “I gotta go! See ya!” as he exited the bathroom, leaving her on her knees with a pleased expression on her face.

Again Andrew was running down the hall, hoping no one would spot him because he definitely did not have a hall pass. He was able to make it to microbiology class in time to rush through his test. Luckily he had studied and knew the material very well. He had to fill in random letters on the scantron for the last quarter or so of it because he ran out of time but he was confident that he would at least get a passing grade. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finished with a minute to spare before class was over.

The rest of the day went like normal, except there were no males anywhere, except for him. The classes seemed half full, with the male members of his class simply missing, which was a little strange because he figured that the classes would be totally rearranged with only half the students. The few male teachers he had were replaced with female teachers that he didn’t recognize at all. He wondered why the change in the structure of the entire world seemed to impact how it was run in such a minor way.

He wanted to text Brenda and ask her some questions to determine if she had any memories of men at all or what the nature of the reality-warping wish really was but he couldn’t bring himself to. It would take far too much explaining. Instead, he even did searches on the internet for male celebrities like actors and sports figures but came up with nothing. There were literally no other males in the entire world. but he figured that it had to be the way that the angel implemented it. Maybe she just wanted to follow the path of least resistance. Maybe there was a limit to their power to change the world. Or maybe he was still dreaming.

After class, he decided to pay a visit to the cheerleaders for the football team, which were evidently still a thing. Well, he soon discovered that the football team didn’t even exist anymore and the field didn’t have the gridiron lines as it always had. It was more like a soccer field. And when he watched the cheerleaders for a few minutes, it seemed to be a competition worth practicing for its own sake. Cheerleading was evidently its own thing, independent of any other sport.

He took special notice of his cousin, Helen and watched her close. He had always had a bit of a thing for her, despite how gross and wrong it was. She had really developed from the cliche of a skinny Asian band-dork with acne in middle school to a svelte athletic, cheerleader with long dark hair and high cheekbones. Her white and red cheerleader outfit hugged her body in all of the right spots. What made her more enticing to him was how she seemed to think he was cute, even flirting with him sometimes. They had always been outcasts as kids and found a connection in their strange nerdiness until she got hot and popular so the distance between them grew, but there was always this hint that she still thought he was cute. He had never had the guts to act on it, for fear of being wrong about her reciprocating his feelings and worse, the possibility of his family finding out that he had tried something with her. As the guy, he would almost certainly take any and all blame. He had missed his window anyway because, by the time she was a senior in high school, like him, they barely saw each other anymore.

Now that he was the only guy in the world and could make any woman give him attention, he figured that he would try his power out on Helen. He had seen her in bathing suits and tight clothes, like her cheerleader uniform she was currently wearing and wanted to finally see what she had underneath.

He waited for them to finish their little routine and saw his moment. Helen was walking over to the Gatorade cooler for a drink when he approached her. When she noticed him there, they were on opposite sides of the table.

She looked over at him and smiled, seemingly about to ask him what he was doing there when he yanked his loose-fitting sweatpants down and flashed his babydick at her. Her expression immediately changed to shock and then curiosity.

Andrew gestured to the table, which had a cloth draped over it that reached the grass. She nodded, immediately getting what he was communicating. She wordlessly dropped to the ground and rolled under the table. He followed right after, still amazed at how easy that was despite how many times it had worked that day already.

Once they got under the table, she turned to him. “Let me see it again, cuz,” she demanded. She was normally so sweet to him but there was this aggressive danger about her all of the sudden. He wondered if it was due to being all amped up from sports or maybe the wish was affecting her mind.

He lowered his sweatpants again, giving her a close-up view of his tiny penis. 

Helen gave a little SQUEE sound when she saw it for the second time. “Your teeny weeny is so cute!” She giggled and moved closer so they were lying side by side with her face just hovering over his crotch. Then she suddenly pulled back and turned to shout over her shoulder, “Guys! You gotta see this!”

Andrew’s eyes went wide with terror for a moment. He didn’t anticipate her trying to bring anyone else in on the action, no other girl had done that so far. The idea of the entire cheerleading squad learning how tiny a penis he had was horrifying, even if it meant all of them would have to play with his cock. He also didn’t know how long that would take. He had already cum so many times that day already. The one thing he prided himself on about his penis was how many times he could cum in one day but when Helen got up to remove the table cloth and he saw the twenty or so cheerleaders, he knew he had his work cut out for him.

“Look how cute his teeny weeny is!” she cackled, leaning to the side so they all could see. They all started giggling almost simultaneously and didn’t stop for several seconds.

He heard the others talking and whispering amongst themselves, saying things like “It’s so little!” “Is that even a dick?”, and “Could he even fuck with that tiny thing?” His face turned beet red from the humiliation, which was absolutely palpable. It was enhanced by the fact that he was laying on the ground, half-naked with all of these fully-clothed young women all around him, standing over him and laughing at his little penis, which was so erect it hurt. He loved and hated the feeling at the same time.

“And what is up with the tip?” another girl asked.

“It’s called phimosis…” he said in almost a whisper. He was weary of having to explain why his dick looked so strange.

He sat there for a bit longer, what seemed like an eternity before his cousin kneeled down and crawled over to him again. She had been the first to see it and it seemed logical that she would be the first to fulfill the desires she may have had all along. As the crowd of cheerleaders watched, she again positioned herself in a sixty-nine position and then grasped his little throbbing cock in her hand and squeezed it until he moaned.

“You dirty boy,” she teased. “I’ve always suspected you had a thing for me…” She turned to the others. “My own cousin,” she snickered.

“I know you’ve wanted me too,” He teased back. “You’re the one holding my dick.”

“If you can call it a dick,” she retorted. “I wouldn’t call it that.”

“More like a micropenis,” said one of the girls in the crowd. “Or a little pig in a blanket.”

“Yeah,” Helen giggled, leaning closer so her mouth was right over his little dick. “That is much more appropriate, don’t you think cousin?” Before he could answer, her mouth enveloped his leaking erection. She looked up at him, smiling as she sucked his little drops of precum down her throat.

He reached under her skirt and his fingers found her soaking panties. She was getting off on what she was doing, even if she didn’t want to admit it. He began to work his fingers under the hem of the material but she slapped it away before he could get any farther. He wanted to complain but when she swirled her tongue around the head of his dick which made him moan until his eyes rolled back in his head.

She popped his dick out of her mouth. “Nuh-uh. I didn’t give you permission to touch me there,” she scolded. “Just because your dick is in my mouth, doesn’t mean you have any privileges with me.” He yanked his hands back and she resumed fellating him. He was a little disappointed that he had yet to really be in control during the sexual encounters that he had that day but he was happy that they were happening at all, especially in this case with his hot cheerleader cousin.

He stared at her face, which was scrunched up in concentration as she continued to jack and suck his little dick. Despite having cum so many times already, he was getting close. He had apparently had enough time to recharge during his classes that day. He tried to hold back but he couldn’t last much longer, which she seemed to sense. When his orgasm hit, she pulled back so his blob of cum could dribble out onto the grass.

“That didn’t take very long,” said a blonde cheerleader, crossing her arms and frowning in disappointment. “When do I get my turn with the babydick? I don’t have all day. I have a date with a cute girl.” The other cheerleaders all began nodding in response, clearly also not being thrilled about having to wait.

“I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “I should recover soon.”

This didn’t seem to satisfy most of them but they were all seemingly compelled by the wish to stay. One of them, a short but curvy girl with dark hair, stepped forward. “I know how you can pass the time. Before he could ask what she meant, she kicked her panties past him and climbed under the table. Helen got up and joined the crowd of cheerleaders watching as she kneeled down and straddled his face. Her shaved pussy was right over his mouth.

He didn’t need any further prompting. He dove in and began to lick her clit and lips. Her pussy quickly juiced up in response and he absolutely loved the taste. He sucked and licked her for the next few minutes until he was recharged enough to get erect again. This didn’t take too long, and soon the blonde who had complained was under the table also, her lips quickly wrapped around his little penis. Several of the other girls joined them under the table, each, in turn, reaching in to jack or suck his cock.

He realized that the wish would probably allow them to be satisfied by this joint effort and he had to admit to himself that he was fine with that too. There was little chance he would be able to play with all of the cheerleaders individually before he completely ran out of juice. He didn’t have that kind of time anyway, it would surely take all night.

He came three more times, each time a different crowd of several girls was involved in the action. The rest left as soon as they were finished with their turn. One girl would sit on his face while all the others would take turns rubbing, licking, sucking, and grinding on his little dick. Every one of them was compelled to make fun of him and then play with his micropenis in some way before they could leave. They commented on how small and pathetic his penis looked with its diminutive size and lack of any pubic hair, how strange it looked while trapped in its foreskin prison with the tiny hole in the end, how tiny his loads were, and how terrible his skill at cunnilingus was.

When they had all played with him in some way and he was totally drained of energy, they all had left. Helen didn’t even stop to say goodbye, he realized. Maybe she really didn’t have any sort of feelings for him, as he had thought. Or maybe she resented her unexplainable compulsion to give him sexual attention. He still wasn’t sure what the girls were thinking when they were done and he was too afraid to ask.

He lay there on the grass for some time, still naked. He didn’t have the energy to get up right away but he instantly wished he had when he saw one of the coaches spot him and begin to rapidly approach.

“Just what in the hell are you doing? Is that Andrew? Andrew! Get over here!” she shouted at him as he quickly rose to his feet and began dressing again. When it was clear he wouldn’t be dressed before she got close enough to see who he was, he bolted, still half-naked, running into the nearby woods.

He couldn’t run very far or fast due to being totally drained, but he made it over a hill and ducked behind a large tree. He thought he had lost her and began to finish dressing. But a moment later he felt a hand grab him by the shoulder and spin him around. He saw it was Mrs. Willis, the older but still hot and busty coach that the guys had all lusted after- when there still were other guys.

“You are in big trouble, mister,” she scolded, dragging him back towards the school.

“It’s not what you think, Mrs. Willis-” he began but she interrupted.

“Its Ms. Willis,” she corrected. He realized that it was obvious that marital situations would inevitably be different in a world with no men. “And I don’t want to hear it.” And that shut him up.

 She evidently had not seen his little dick or else she would probably be compelled to do something with him too. By the time he thought of it, it was too late, he was at the principal’s office. He heard Coach Willis quickly explain what she had seen, that he was naked on the football field and then ran. His total exhaustion had prevented him from thinking of the obvious solution of just showing it to her, making her pleasure him, and then be guilty of having sex with a student.

As soon as he had that thought, he was already thrown into the principal’s office and Ms. Willis had already left.

“Do you have anything to say in your defense, young man?” asked the principal. He recognized her as one of the vice principals that he had never really interacted with. An older woman named Mrs. (maybe Ms.) Kastern. The actual principal, the one before the wish to remove all other men, was an ugly old hardass of a man and thus no longer existed. So, this full-figured, dark-haired woman. who was in her late thirties or early forties but still attractive. had taken his place.

“I, uh…” he stammered. He had no idea how to talk himself out of this one, and he had the idea to just show her his penis but was still utterly spent from his repeated earlier exertions.

“Why were you naked on the field? Did it have anything to do with the cheerleader practice?” she demanded.

Despite how tired he was and sensitive his penis would be after all of the activity, he decided he had no choice. There was no other way he could think of to get out of this.

“Well?!” she demanded, clearly losing her patience.

“How big are your tits?” he asked in a mock innocent tone.

Her face went from shock to rage in the blink of an eye. “How… dare you-” she began to shriek when he yanked his sweats down.

“I just want to get a tit job, is why I ask,” he said smarmily. 

She seemingly couldn’t respond for a moment as she stared at his dick. She hesitated for a moment, then a smile replaced her scowl and she said, “I think that little thing will just disappear between these.” She reached up and squeezed her ample tits through her pantsuit jacket.

“Let’s test that, eh?” he replied, grinning.

She lowered the blinds and then turned back to him, but not before Andrew removed his phone from his pocket and tapped a button before placing it on the desk. She seemingly took no notice of it.

“This is so wrong.” She shook her head in apparent surprise. She quickly took off her jacket and then reached down to unfasten the buttons on her blouse. Her bra soon joined her blouse and jacket on the chair behind her. She covered her D-cups with her hands for a moment as she turned around, then she slowly revealed them. There was a lot of droop to the shape of them, which was understandable considering her age but they were still quite nice. She had large areola that had to be three or four inches wide, and her nipples were standing erect.

He then stood up and kicked his pants off, sending them over her desk and they landed on a tall plant in the corner, catching and hanging there. He turned back and saw her pointing behind him to the door.”

“Lock the door, before someone comes in,” she said, sounding a bit nervous about the prospect of being interrupted. She remained nervous until he walked over and the lock clicked over. He turned back and saw that she seemed to relax slightly and came out from behind the desk. He took his spot in the chair again and she kneeled down in front of him, resting her arms on his lap. She looked up at him as if she hoped that he wasn’t going through with it.

“Your little dick is like, half the size of any that I’ve seen personally,” she said, leaning forward and grabbing a tit in each hand. She squeezed them together, completely enveloping his tiny penis, which was already hard, despite his fatigue. “I don’t even feel it in there,” she teased and then giggled.

His cheeks burned red with embarrassment. He tried to think of some clever comeback but came up with nothing. Her soft flesh began to slide back and forth on his hairless babydick, making him moan. He began leaking precum between her tits, letting his cock slide even more freely back and forth.

He looked down on her as she continued to massage him with her tit flesh with her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. He noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring and smiled.

“What would your husband think if he saw you now? I doubt he would like the idea that you’re titty fucking a student. And school is over.” He laughed. “Is he expecting you home?” He thought he finally had the upper hand for the first time that day.

“He’d probably ask if this,” she said and nodded towards his crotch. “Even qualifies as a dick.” She smiled back. And just like that, his apparent upper hand vanished and he could just sit there silently, feeling his orgasm beginning to approach. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of her tits on his dick.

“Either way, you’re coming home with my cum on your tits,” he said, his breathing becoming more rapid. A moment later, he groaned and came between her tits, which she continued to rub back and forth on his now extremely sensitive dick, which even before the orgasm was tender from all of the day’s attention he had endured.

After continuing on for a few more moments, she eventually stood up, a mix of sweat and cum dripping down between her tits. “You can never tell anyone about this.” She commanded in a stern tone. “And I’ll overlook the business on the football field.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He laughed, reaching over and grabbing his phone from the desk. She squinted in concentration until he showed her that he had been recording the whole thing. He swiped the screen to end the recording as she looked on silently in horror. “I think you can do better than that. I have a recording of you fucking with a student and then trying to blackmail him into silence.”

She just scowled at him and stood up. She walked around her desk and grabbed a tissue to wipe off with. She turned back to him while she put her clothes back on. “What do you want?” she asked in a defeated tone.

“I know there is an art class here after hours. I saw the flyer for it. Maybe you could make me the subject?” He grinned at her.

She seemed to know what he was thinking but he had her over a barrel and nodded her assent. “It’s tonight. I’ll see what I can do.”

“You’d better make it happen,” he warned. “Or else that recording will become public.”

“Won’t your tiny dick be public too, then?” She asked, trying to find her way out from under his thumb but he just shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll be the guy with the little dick that scored with the principal before she goes to jail and gets a divorce.” He laughed. He was enjoying the power he now had over her and it had nothing to do with the wish compelling her mind. This was a whole different kind of power that he had never wielded before, especially over an authority figure.

“For liability reasons, you’ll have to be checked out by the nurse,” she said after a long silence.

“Huh? What for?” he asked. “And what do you mean ‘checked out’?”

“It’s for insurance purposes and to cover us in case of a lawsuit.” She smiled innocently. “Your body size will be recorded, that’s all.”

“That doesn’t make any sense but whatever. As long as I get what I want.” He didn’t care at this point. He could endure an examination, no problem.

“And then… you’ll delete the recording?” she said hopefully. She smiled nervously at him.

“Hello no.” He laughed. “I’m not giving up my leverage.” Her face drooped in disappointment and he continued. “Besides, I could delete it in front of you and you’d never know for sure if I’d made copies. Like emailing it to myself,” he said, doing just that on his phone.

She sighed. “The exam could begin now, I’ll just call the nurse.”

“Ms. Blain?” He realized who she was talking about. “Why not you?”

“What’s the problem? It’s the procedure. Who else would do it?” She looked at him surprised by his reaction.

“It’s just…” he began to explain and then stopped himself. She didn’t need to know that the nurse was Alexis’ mom. “Nothing,” he answered. “I’ll just go get it over with, then.”

On the way there, he wondered what sort of examination would be required. A physical, maybe, he thought?

He arrived at the nurse’s office and there he saw Alexis’ mom. She looked up at him and smiled. “Hey there, Andrew. How are you?” She stood up and closed the door behind him. 

“I’m good Ms. Blain,” he said, betting that she was no longer a Mrs. the same way Ms. Willis was. “How are you?” 

“Oh, you know.” She turned away to put on some latex gloves. “It’s interesting that you want to be an art subject.” 

“Yea, I made a deal with Ms. Kastern and had to do it.” He hoped she didn’t ask what kind of deal.

“Are you ready for your exam?”

“Yea,” he replied, sitting down in the chair in front of her. “I’m just still a little confused about why it is necessary.”

“It’s just procedure. If someone had a medical issue while on the premises while the subject of our art class, we may be exposed to liability.” She gestured to the exam table in the room behind her, which he got up and walked over to. “Remove your clothes please,” she added.

He pulled his pants and shirt off before jumping onto the table, leaving his underwear on.

“Alexis!” she suddenly called out. She turned back to him. “The underwear too.”

He was confused. “What? Why-”

The door to the outer office opened and in walked his girlfriend, the petite blonde looking as cute as ever in her little red sundress.

“She is going to assist with the exam. She wants to go to school for nursing anyway, so I figured she could help me around here in a few ways.”

“You don’t seem happy to see me,” teased Alexis. “This is a nice surprise since I’ve been spending time helping her already.”

“No, I am,” he stammered. “I, uh, just didn’t know you were helping her. And I didn’t know you’d have to see me naked.”

“You’re happy to see me though, right?” She glared at him, her hands on her hips. “We wouldn’t normally get this time together. And of course, you have to be naked. Duh.”

“Yes of course.” He was getting nervous now. He didn’t like the idea of showing his junk to Alex’s mom. Even if they were both compelled to do something sexual with him, she would likely never forgive him for fucking around with her mom. Now she would be present. Then it occurred to him that she would see it too. If they were in some kind of threesome, then she couldn’t be mad, he reasoned. That made him feel a little better and he reached down to remove his underwear.

Ms. Blain gasped. “Oh, honey!” She began to giggle. “Alexis, I’m so sorry. It’s pathetic!”

His face burned with humiliation, which caused an immediate erection. He turned to gauge Alexis’ reaction, who was smiling herself.

She joined her mom in staring and giggling. “It’s so cute though, don’t you think?” she asked.

“Let’s see how big it is before we do anything else,” said Ms. Blain, licking her lips. He was pretty sure that he knew what she meant by anything else, which excited and scared him at the same time.

Alexis reached into a drawer and handed a tape measure to her mom, who grabbed it from her and then reached toward his crotch. “Let’s see exactly what we have to work with, here.”

He sat there, feeling like a lab rat while she grabbed his little penis in her gloved hand and measured it. He wondered if this had been the plan all along, to simply focus on his tiny penis, or if showing to them and the wish altered the procedure. 

“The poor little thing is stuck in its foreskin,” she said in a tone of mock-sympathy. Then, she didn’t just measure its length but its girth as well. “Barely an inch long,” she said to Alexis, who wrote it down on a clipboard she got from somewhere while he wasn’t looking. “And just as unimpressive in the girth department. Thin as a pencil,” she added with a giggle.

Alexis giggled too. “The cumwads are the same way.”

“Alexis!” her mom scolded, but remained smiling. “You-?”

“What? We’re eighteen, mom. Of course, I’ve seen it go off.” She covered her mouth with her hand and laughed. “Does that surprise you?”

Her mom shook her head and smiled wider. “I’m not touching that, huh-uh.” She put the tape measure aside and then turned back to Andrew, who was left utterly speechless and could only just sit there in silence. “Let’s see what kind of load you got in there,” she teased, grabbing his balls and gently squeezing them with her other hand on his turgid head.

Alexis walked over to get a better vantage point and watched intently with her clipboard and pencil. It all felt so clinical and weird to Andrew but somehow still sexy and titillating, with his girlfriend’s mom holding his erect little cock while her daughter watched. She began to stroke him gently, pulling what little shaft he had and his head with her thumb and finger on one hand and rubbing his ballsack with the other.

Andrew groaned and leaned back on the table, losing himself in the sensations. She was clearly very good at this and despite the low likelihood that she had ever seen a penis this small- even less likely that she had seen one with phimosis- before, she was great at manipulating it. He wasn’t sure if she had seen one at all since all other men had ceased to exist and the world had been transformed but he was too distracted to truly engage in those kinds of thoughts.

Alexis seemed to creep closer and closer as his orgasm did and once he was breathing shallow and his back was arching in preparation to shoot, she was right in front of him. She kneeled down so her face was level with his crotch, and her mom pointed the end of his micropenis toward her mouth.

“F-fuck…” he groaned and then Ms. Blain directed his cock to spray a tiny glob of cum onto her daughter’s tongue, which she held there for a moment while her mom looked at it.

“You’re right. Nothing impressive about that at all.” She shook her head. “Well, go ahead and record that, and then we’re done.” She turned to Andrew. “Thank you for your cooperation, Andrew. You may go and assume your position as the art class subject now.” She and her daughter both left, leaving him there recovering and trying to catch his breath.

After a short time, he put his clothes back on and made his way to the art room. By this point, he was exhausted from all of the day’s activities and was questioning his decision to insert himself into this art class. The whole point was to find a way to show a bunch of women his dick at once and get the kind of humiliation that by now he knew that he was very much craving. He was now wondering if he was up to the task.

He arrived at the art room and saw a crowd of at least a dozen women gathered around the center pedestal, all of them already in the act prepping their art supplies; mixing paint, positioning their easel, etc.

“Here is the subject of our art class tonight!” called out the art teacher, Ms. Jay.

She was a young, fresh out of college, cutie with curly red hair, a speckling of freckles, and a tall lithe body with pale skin. He had her class the previous year and thought she was a real sweetheart so he was happy she was here. Maybe he could have the upper hand for once.

He looked around and saw his best friend, Brenda as well, which surprised him. He didn’t know that she was interested in painting portraits. The idea that she would soon get a look at his micropenis and have that ammo to make fun of him with was not a pleasant one but it was too late to back out now. Besides, she would then be compelled to give him some sexual satisfaction that he had been secretly hoping for on some level for years.

She was cute, with her short brown hair, curvy body, and petite size. They had never had any kind of romantic involvement but that was why he had initially been interested in getting to know her. He then learned that she was a nerd like him and they had a lot in common. Then after getting with Alexis, she had only been happy for him. Alexis, on the other hand, was suspicious of him having a female best friend and never approved of them having any kind of time together.

Brenda smiled at him when they made eye contact. “What are- you’re the subject for tonight?” she asked, clearly surprised to see him. This was never something he would normally be interested in, which is why they were both surprised to see the other there since their interests were so similar.

The other women were older but not unattractive. A couple stuck out though because neither of them was prepping their art supplies. One was stocky with dark hair, dressed in jeans, tee-shirt, and a khaki vest that photographers and fishermen would wear and busy setting up a camera on a tripod. The other was tall and thin with blonde hair, dressed in a fancy pantsuit and standing in front of the camera with a microphone. She was wearing way too much make-up but he guessed she was in her late twenties, just like the camerawoman.

Oh no, he thought. He knew what that was. It was a reporter for the local TV news station. He approached them slowly then asked nervously, “What are you doing here?”

The reporter turned to him and gave a fake smile. “We learned about something like this in our little town, an art class using real live nude models, and we wanted to add it to the lighter side of the news segment.”

“But-but I’m going to be nude!” he practically shouted, then caught himself.

She laughed. “You’re naughty bits will be pixelated. Don’t worry.” She then turned back to the camera operator. He got the hint and walked over to the pedestal. He looked around and took a deep breath before removing his clothes.

There was a loud gasp from all around the room when he stepped onto the pedestal and bore his nakedness for all to see. He knew why they were so surprised and it probably was not his short stature and thin frame. His face burned red and his tiny dick was already half-hard from the humiliating idea that all of them were able to see his pitiful size.

Ms. Jay didn’t say a word. She was probably supposed to direct the class in some way, teach them how to recreate what they were seeing but instead she just stared at his crotch. There were a few women that at least attempted to start. He could see a few of them begin to apply some paint to the canvas but most of them just stared, seemingly resisting the urge to get up and rush him. He knew that the urge was there. He had seen those same facial expressions all day and knew what they meant.

“Drew…” Brenda whispered. “I had no idea…” her shocked expression morphed into a grin. “That you were so ridiculously small!” she called out, cackling. The laughter was contagious, spreading around the room to all the other women. Even the reporter and the sweet art teacher were laughing at him.

“Brenda!” he shouted back, not sure what else to say. Despite having it happen to him all day, he was a tiny bit surprised that his best friend would say something like that, especially in front of all of the other women. They had regularly teased each other since the beginning of their friendship but there was always a degree of humor and was never so direct and hurtful. 

The humiliation had the desired effect that he had intended when he put himself in this situation, though. His little dick soon grew painfully erect and began dripping a tiny trickle of precum.

“Has Alexis even seen that little thing?!” she cackled and then walked around her easel. “I would guess not since she would have left you in a hurry!” She approached him and then stepped up to the pedestal so his babydick was at level with her face. “Because there’s no way you could get much done with that tiny thing.” She reached toward it and grasped then end between her finger and thumb.

“It’s like a little kid’s!” cried the reporter before looking shocked at her own words. She looked to the camera lady who added, “No hair at all…” Then just kept pointing the camera and rolling.

Andrew sucked his breath in through his teeth and arched his back forward slightly, pushing his dick into the palm of her hand. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the physical sensation. His tight foreskin prevented him from rubbing too hard against her but she held her hand in place, allowing him to gyrate his hips and slide against her soft skin. After a short time, he felt her hand encircle him, his micropenis completely covered.

The rest of the women in the room looked on in interest while she slowly began to jack him. Even Ms. Jay just looked on, her mouth hanging open. No attempt was made by anyone to maintain the idea that this was just an art class. Now it was a live sex performance.

Andrew felt something warm and soft wrap around his babydick and he opened his eyes. He shouldn’t have been shocked at this point to see it but he had long ago given up that it would happen. Now, he looked down over his best friend with his cock in her mouth. She looked up at him, their eyes met and he felt like he was in power over her. But then she pulled his dick out.

“It’s smaller than my tongue!” she called out to the room, eliciting laughter and that set the power dynamic back to what he was used to. She began to jack him with her thumb and forefinger while licking and sucking on the very tip. When he realized how good it felt, he tried to resist what he knew would be a quick orgasm like all the others, but with her in complete control, he could only stay still and think of baseball.

She seemed to really know what she was doing or was just adept at reading his reactions, but either way, he was in utter bliss. “Fuck yes…” he hissed, reaching down to grab her head but she slapped his hands away then shook her finger at him as if to say “Nah-ah-ah!”

She continued to suck and lick until his orgasm rapidly approached. He was so close... He shut his eyes and gently thrust into her mouth. His eyes jerked open when he felt something strange and totally unexpected.

He saw that she had reached up and shoved her finger into his asshole in one quick motion, massaging his prostate and sending him over the edge. He was hit with the most powerful orgasm of his entire life.

“Guh!” he cried out, shooting a small glob of cum into her mouth. After a moment she pulled away, his cock coming out of her mouth and her finger was pulled from inside his ass. He stumbled back, almost falling off the pedestal but she grabbed his wrist and steadied him. 

She smiled and visibly swallowed his load. “Just a little squirt, huh?” She giggled.

Then one by one, the other women came forward to service him the say way Debra had. The first several were women that he didn’t know and they each took their turn insulting his size and rubbing and sucking on his tiny dick.

This continued, each of them getting a turn making him orgasm increasingly small dribbles of cum, each one taking much more time than the last. Even Ms. Jay joined in, first saying how “cute” and “baby-like” his micropenis was, then using her mouth to envelope his entire package and massaging his tiny dick and balls with her tongue until she got the desired orgasm.

The last one was the reporter, who after the camerawoman finished with him and got back behind the camera, came over to stroke him with both hands. She pulled on the skin of his sack, pulling and stretching it almost to the point of pain. She dipped her other forefinger into her mouth and then rubbed the underside of his little dick from where it met his sack to the tip, using the spit as lube.

“Do your tiny baby balls have one more load left?” she asked in a low voice.

By this point, he was almost devoid of energy. He lay, splayed out on the pedestal with his legs spread, covered in sweat and spit, twitching as she manipulated his cock and balls. After an extended period of sucking and licking, he did eventually let loose one last load and a tiny dribble of watery cum spilled out on her cheek.

He summoned the strength to lean over and look at the camerawoman and saw that she was still recording everything. He wondered what they would do with it but he couldn’t keep himself awake any longer and soon he was asleep, naked on that pedestal.

* * *

A week or so later, Andrew was walking down the street toward the mall. He was walking with confidence and purpose. He was going to see what kind of trouble he could get into at the mall. He had proven to himself that any woman who saw his junk would be incontrovertibly compelled to make fun of him and then please him sexually in some way, whether that was with their mouths, their hands, or even rubbing their crotches on him. Not one of them yet had allowed him to actually have sex with them.

He wondered if that was some design of the devil that had granted his wish- or more accurately interpreted his statement as a wish. He had never specified that they would have to have sex with him, just give him some kind of sexual attention. Either way, he knew that he could find all kinds of new females that would give him the humiliation that he craved and then bring him to some powerful orgasms.

He looked both ways to make sure that he had the time to cross the street and then walked across towards the mall, looking around the outside and seeing that there were all kinds of young women just waiting to please him.

“Stop right there!” he heard from behind him. He was confused and turned around to see a cop car pull up and a medium height lady cop step out. He couldn’t really get a look at her body through the tactical vest she was wearing, but she had short dark hair and a cute round face.

“What is it?” he called back. He hadn’t done anything wrong, as far as he knew.

“Come over here, right now!” she commanded and he complied reluctantly.

When he got over right next to the cop car, he again asked, “What is it? What did I do?” He saw there was someone else in the car that hadn’t gotten out but he couldn’t get a good look at them because of the glare off of the windshield.

She glared at him and grabbed her ticket book. “Jaywalking.” She flipped it open and began to write.

“Jaywalking?” he asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“I know you don’t think it’s a big deal. But you could really get hurt and it is a hazard for traffic.  You kids are always crossing here to get to the mall when there is a crosswalk not a hundred feet away on either side of this street. Now let me see your ID.”

He was about to comply but thought better of it. He knew how he could get out of this. “I don’t think so.” He said, reaching for the front of his pants instead of his wallet in his back pocket. He had started wearing track-suit type pants with buttons up the sides of the legs that could easily be opened or removed. He reached into his front pocket and turned on the little audio recorder that he had purchased for just such an occasion.

“Look, I am in no mood,” she said in an annoyed tone. But her face turned to shock when he grabbed the waistband of his black track pants and yanked it down, showing her his little penis, which was already hardening from the idea of this lady cop having no choice but to pleasure him.

She stared for a moment, then smiled and laughed. “Is your micropenis supposed to somehow dissuade me?” she turned to the car. “Get a load of this! This kid wants to be arrested and go to jail so badly, he showed me this!” She pointed at his crotch and laughed again.

Andrew stood there confidently, knowing that once she had sexual relations with him on tape, there was no way he was going to jail or even getting a ticket. Until he saw the passenger door of the cop car open and someone step out. It was a man.

Andrew’s eyes went wide in shock, realizing what it meant.

Looking on over the scene from the top of the mall, the angel and devil were laughing at the result of their game.

“I’d say that I win our little wager,” said the devil, laughing. “I knew that he would get himself in trouble as soon as the wishes were reversed.”

“I would have hoped that he wouldn’t become so corrupted.” The angel shook her head. “But I can’t be too surprised. You’ve won every other time we’ve done this so far.”

“You give up yet?” The devil grinned.

“Never.” The angel smiled back.

End

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