The Size Anthology

by KT Morrison

  “Okay,” she said making some notes on the clipboard. “I’ll be interested to see how you do on the performance test.”

  “I get that his are really big,” he said motioning to Hunter, “but are mine really that small?”

  Rebecca said, “You have really small testicles, Ben,” before the doctor answered.

  The doctor nodded. “They’re abnormally small.”

  “They are?” He always thought he was just below average. He knew he wasn’t big—but to be considered so small? Abnormally small? He felt his upper lip start to sweat again.

  “Yes, it’s something we can address in your follow-up. We can look at your diet, your exercise. Maybe some environmental factors. Something I’d like you to start right away however is a massage routine.”

  “Massage my testicles?”

  “Yes, Rebecca will show you how.”

  Rebecca nodded, and she put the crook of her thumb and forefinger under his scrotum, then she pushed with her other hand on his pubic pad, pushing his testicles out so she could capture them. She got her thumb and forefinger circled around them just under the base of his little penis, pinching them tightly into his scrotum making his skin shine like it was stretched to the limit.

  “Ungh,” he said, and buckled.

  “Sorry,” she said, “they're hard to get a hold of.”

  “Ow, yeah, okay?”

  “So, after you apply some heat, you can massage all around the area, get yourself loosened up, warmed up, then pinch them off like I have here and I want you to take your other palm,” she said, showing him the palm of her other hand, “and then I’d like you to just smooth your palm over your testicles—”

  “Oh, ow,” Ben said as she mashed his testicles with one hand, squashing them against her other hand clenched into a fist gripping his scrotum. His penis had gone into hiding.

  “I want you to be firm, but don’t hurt yourself. Do that for a few minutes every day, maybe in the shower. You can also tap them lightly,” she said, tapping her forefinger against each one a few times.

  “Oh, ah—”

  “And you can pinch them and roll them too,” she said pinching a testicle in between her thumb and forefinger and squeezing and rolling it around, he could see the force change the shape of his testicle.

  “Ah, okay. Ah, I can do that. Why?”

  “It can increase the size of the testicle and increase some men’s testosterone production.”

  “Ow, okay.” Rebecca let his testicles go and they retreated. His stomach still ached from her rough handling.

  “Sorry,” she said. “You do need to be quite firm with them.”

  “Okay,” he said, feeling like his face had gotten a little pale.

  “Well, I think the girls should try and get you boys aroused now,” the doctor said.

  8

  April wheeled the cart with their equipment a little closer in between her and Rebecca. There was a jug on the table top with all their rulers, cups, and other tools. April pumped the top, putting a good size blue swirl of minty lube into the palm of her hand. She rubbed her hands together getting her rubber gloves coated while she watched Rebecca as she pumped a pea-sized blob into her hand. Rebecca winked at April and Ben saw it make her laugh. Then Rebecca leaned in and whispered to her and it made April laugh even more. He clearly heard her say, Wanna trade?

  April said, No way, and she swivelled back between Hunter’s legs. She rubbed her hands over his swinging privates coating his surfaces with the lube. She held his cock and balls in one palm and pet her other hand over it.

  Hunter started to get bigger in her hand and Ben tried to picture his sweet Sloane doing this with him. Watching his huge shiny cock in her little hand, big and soft and slippery. Did that turn her on?

  He jumped as he felt Rebecca’s cold fingertips rubbing at his glans. He looked down between his legs to see her stroking the tip of his little penis with her thumb and forefinger.

  The doctor got off her chair and said, “I’ll be back in just a moment. The girls will bring you to full erection. I’ll be back shortly I’m just going to go quickly assess the other two men in the next room.”

  She left and Ben sat there feeling weird about Rebecca’s fingers on him. He looked so small. When he looked to his left he could see April’s fingers wrapped right around Hunter’s shaft and he was barely starting to get hard.

  It was uncomfortably quiet in the room. Hunter and Ben side by side, two pretty girls who they didn't know stroking their latex hands on their naked penis’. The only sound was the wet crackle of the lube as April stroked Hunter.

  April asked Hunter, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

  He chuckled, said, “No, not really. Sort of.”

  “Sounds complicated.”

  She was flirting. So much for being professional. The doctor was away for only one minute. Hunter was pretty hard in her hand now. It wasn’t squirming around in her grip, trying to flop or fold. She could stroke him and the end would just dip. April’s hand just made it around the end of Hunter’s cock below his glans. Then when she stroked down it got spread wider by his girth. He looked huge and swollen where it came out of his body, a big thick pronounced ridge running along the underside and heading towards his anus. He couldn’t put that inside a girl could he?

  “Am I doing something wrong?” Rebecca asked Ben. He looked at her and just shook his head. He couldn’t shake what he was seeing next to him. She shrugged and kept stroking his little glans.

  “I think she wants your phone number,” Rebecca said to Hunter.

  April said, “No, hey, no, not if he’s seeing someone.”

  “Right,” Rebecca said, smirking.

  “But he could take my number…” April said and winked to him. Ben’s heart was pounding. They were acting like this was a night club not a doctor’s office. The sight of Hunter’s big manhood had made them flush, forget where they were.

  “Ah, that feels really good,” Hunter said to April, closing his eyes. She had got him really hard. He was enormous in her hand. Her fingers didn’t quite meet even around the head of his shiny cock. He was thick and dark, the head of his cock huge and a dark purple-grey.

  “This is really huge,” April said as she watched her hand work over his glans. She was polishing his head now, her hand draped over it like it was a gearshift.

  Rebecca said, “Yeah, I’ve worked at the Oakwood location for a while—I’ve seen a lot of guys come through. You really have a nice one.”

  “Mm, thanks,” he said, shuddering as April ran a finger up his underside and then tickled at his hole.

  “I’m not really seeing anyone,” he said then. “Just a hook-up with an ex. It’s weird.”

  The hair stood up on the back of Ben’s neck. Hooking up with an ex?

  “Someone can’t get this off their mind,” April laughed, stroking him very slow from base to tip, wagging it for emphasis, watching him glisten under her fingers.

  “Ah, oh, yeah. I broke up with her and I wasn’t very nice. But she’s been texting me all the time at night looking for a booty call. I thought she was mad at me.”

  “Isn’t she seeing someone new?”

  “Yeah, some dipshit sounds like. He’s putting her feet to sleep between the sheets. I’ve hooked up with her like twice a week for the last month maybe. She’s ten times more crazy in bed than she used to be. And she was wild already.”

  “Sounds dirty,” Rebecca laughed.

  “Oh, you don’t want to know. The things she wants to do…”

  “Tell me more…” April said, squeezing the end of his fat cock.

  “Ah, oh… Crazy places—behind a Wal-Mart, in a public park with cars passing right by us, oh, in her boyfriend’s apartment, right in his bed while he was at work.”

  Ben suddenly got hard as a rock between Rebecca’s fingers. The thought that this might be Sloane aroused him. He hated himself. Shouldn’t he be repulsed? Shouldn’t he be in a rage? Shouldn’t he knock Hunter down and
demand to know if it was Sloane?

  He didn’t want those things. He wanted to hear more.

  “And like,” he leaned forward, looking at Ben, then whispering to them all, “dirty stuff too.”

  “Like what,” April laughed.

  “No, it’s a little too dirty.”

  “Look what we do for a living,” Rebecca said, big smile, showing Hunter Ben’s little hard penis between her thumb and finger. “I think we can take it.”

  “Spanking, you know, and butt stuff. Like all the time.”

  “Oh, God, I would not let this thing back there,” April said.

  “Yeah, me neither. But that’s not that dirty.”

  “Mm, maybe it’s the way she asks me to do it. The dirty talk. Last night,” he said, “she made me come in a wine glass,” he looked around, worried at the sound of someone walking by the door, “then she,” and he motioned tipping a glass up to his lips.

  “Ew, that’s a little gross,” April said, turning up her nose.

  Rebecca said, “Yeah, she might be mentally ill. Or she’s totally in love with you.”

  “You think?” Hunter said.

  Ben wanted to vomit. That couldn’t be his sweet Sloane could it? She couldn’t be this awful person Hunter was talking about.

  “Ahh,” he shuddered as a wave of pleasure crawled up his back and over his scalp.

  “Whoa, somebody’s little guy is hard as steel right now,” Rebecca laughed. “You like hearing about Hunter’s dirty hook-up?”

  “Yeah, I guess I do.” His voice was hoarse and dry. His stomach cramped. His heart ached.

  “I’m surprised you got me hard so easily,” Hunter told April. “She put me through a session last night. I came like five times. She came, like,” he waved his hand and shook his head like it was too big a number to comprehend. “I’m starting to wonder why I ever broke up with her, you know. That’s why I say it’s complicated.”

  Ben thought of Sloane slipping out of the apartment last night. Did she go and see Hunter? Did she fuck him five times and come all night? Did she jerk him off into a glass and drink his semen? She couldn’t do that. Could she?

  “Ha, I feel bad for the dude she’s seeing. She laughs at him behind his back and she even says she thought he might be getting ready to propose to her.”

  9

  The doctor walked back in the room and they all stopped talking, sat upright. “How are we all doing in here? Hunter you are hard, Rebecca is Ben hard?”

  “Yes, this is hard.”

  “Now, I’ve asked a few of the other new nurses to join us, it’s a good learning opportunity here I’d like to take advantage of. You two are okay with that of course?

  She left it hard to deny her. Hunter nodded, said, Yup. Ben stammered for a moment. More nurses? Coming in here to do what? Look at how big Hunter was? Or to look at how small he was? All these girls coming in to laugh at his abnormally small balls.

  “Uh, I don’t… I’m not sure—”

  The doctor disregarded him, turned to the door and opened it, she leaned out said something to some girls waiting in the hall. Ben could see people coming and going out there. Just close the damn door already. Bring them in, whatever, just close the door.

  She came back in, a group of nurses coming in the door behind her. She hopped back up on the table. Five young women filed in, all dressed in the same garb—sneakers and hospital pants, clipboards and stethoscopes, bright coloured tops and latex gloves, holding clipboards. They all came in, closed the door and pressed their backs up against the far wall and looked at Ben and Hunter.

  Their expressions were obvious. A sort of plastered on mock seriousness. They’d been told. There was a boy in here with a huge cock. Maybe they were her to see Ben’s tiny one? That was kind of arousing for some reason in its own way. All these girls here to see what his little dick looked like next to a big one. He felt himself get a little stiffer. Found that kind of surprising.

  April swivelled in her seat, her hand still gripping Hunter mid-shaft. She looked at the nurses, then found a friendly face and winked, raised her eyebrows up in a double bounce, making her friend laugh. A tall blonde haired girl leaned next to a petite Asian nurse next to her and whispered something while she was looking between Ben’s legs. The Asian girl turned from Hunter and looked at Ben’s penis and then she giggled. Her friend nudged her and she straightened, trying to compose herself again. Yeah, girls real mature.

  “All right, let’s get some measurements recorded for these two, Doctor Kilpatrick said, getting herself seated on the side table again. She lifted up her clipboard and pulled her glasses out from the chest pocket and put them on.

  “April, Hunter is hard enough to measure?”

  “Oh, I’ll say,” she said, starting to feel a little too familiar in the room. She got a very hushed chuckle from her audience.

  “The length of Hunter’s erection please, April.”

  April got her ruler on the top of Hunter’s penis, she kept her other hand still gently stroking him, making sure she was getting very close to his best measurement.

  “It’s Two hundred and twenty-three.”

  “All right, that is eight and three quarter inches. Rebecca how long is Ben’s penis?”

  Ben was hard. So hard his chest hurt from the pounding blood. Rebecca held his cock with two fingers, stopped it from sticking straight up so she could lay the ruler on it. She forced it down, peered through the ruler.

  “It’s one hundred and eighteen.”

  “One hundred and eighteen? That’s… that’s four and two thirds of an inch.” She let the room be quiet for an uncomfortable moment while she wrote the number down on his chart.

  “Now Hunter, Ben, the girls are going to measure your girth again. This time they’ll take three measurements to give us a better idea of your erection volume. So they will measure the base, the middle of the shaft, and just below the heads of your penis’.”

  Ben and Hunter nodded. Hunter was cool and relaxed. Hard and huge, his nurse’s small hand holding the middle of his shaft. He was confident in front of this room of eight pretty girls. Proud of what he had. Ben wanted to die. He always sort of knew he wasn’t impressive but today he was seeing it first hand and up close. Knowing how much larger other men were, how much larger Sloane’s ex-boyfriend was. Rebecca held Ben’s cock like it was something dainty, pinching it between thumb and forefinger, her baby finger held out.

  Everyone watched April turn and get her cloth tape measure, straighten it out, loop it behind Hunter’s erection stretching out from his body. She was looking at the tape measure, leaning forward, when she accidentally bumped her mouth into the fat end of Hunter’s cock. It made her lips make an audible smacking noise against her teeth. She jumped back and laughed, wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Everyone got a good laugh form it and some of the tension escaped the room. Hunter laughed too and it made his cock bounce between his legs. Dr Kilpatrick was still professional.

  “April, please be careful.”

  “Sorry,” she said, her cheeks looking a little rosy. She got the tape around it again and cinched it up, sliding it down to the base of his cock. “One hundred and eighty-two.”

  Two of the girls raised their eyebrows. They’d measured a few penis’ today and they knew these numbers were large.

  Doctor Kilpatrick said, “That’s over seven inches.”

  Some of the girls looked at each other, there was murmuring. The doctor got down and came next to April. “April, can you hold his penis up against his body please?”

  April put her gloved hand on the underside of his penis and pushed it flat against his belly. It was up above his belly button, the way he was sitting it was touching his sternum. Ben couldn't believe a penis could be so big.

  So girls if you’d like to come around, she said waving them closer with her gloved hand. She ran her fingers up and down the length of Hunter’s erection.

  “Okay, if you’ll look here,” she said and she concentrate
d her rubbing at the base of his penis. She said, “You’ll see how pronounced Hunter’s corpus spongiosum is.” She took her thumb and forefinger and ran them up either side of the fat cable that ran up the underside of Hunter’s erection.

  “You see how thick, wide—how far it sticks out…”

  The girls all nodded, bending and watching, getting closer.

  The doctor took her thumb and finger and circled his girth mid-shaft, not getting close enough to touch, and she squeezed very tightly.

  “Oh, wow,” Hunter said.

  “Sorry, Hunter, I’m just going to show them something,” she said.

  “No, I’m good. It feels good.” Hunter was looking down at the two set of hands on his cock. Rebecca let Ben’s go, scooted closer.

  The doctor pushed her grip down his shaft towards his balls, it was obvious she was squeezing very tight. “Well, imagine my circled fingers are your vagina,” she said, “as Hunter gets deeper, you can see the corpus spongiosum is quite malleable, a tight vagina will compress it, so while he may seem too thick to accommodate you can see that a good portion of this base thickness will accept and yield to pressure.”

  “Oh, that feels good,” Hunter whispered.

  “So, even when a man has a fearsomely thick penis, it collapses under a tight vagina. He’s so thick every vagina is a tight vagina.” That got a little giggle from the group.

  “So, despite that seven inch girth measurement I want you to understand that the vagina can accommodate this. Actually, I’m sure it’s quite pleasurable once a woman has warmed up to it. The base is quite… squishy… compared to how rigid the middle of the shaft gets.”

  “Sorry, April, you can continue,” she said and she got seated at the side table again.

  April rolled the stool back between his legs and she stretched out her tape measure to get the rest of her readings. Hunter’s cock was harder and bigger. They could all see it bob with his heartbeat while he waited. A clear bead of precum was at his tip. Rachel took the tape and put it around the middle of his erection. The bead grew and it turned to a stream that dribbled down the belly of his cock and over the tape.