Jakes Diagnosis

I couldn't quite believe this was really happening.

It had been just over a week since I'd plucked up the courage to ask my mum to make an appointment with Dr Richards our family GP. "Sweetie, what's the matter? is your knee playing up again?" she'd asked with such sweet sincerity.

I'd initially planned to lie about my reason for wanting to see the doc, but the more I turned things over in my mind the harder it became to ignore the creeping desire to bare my soul to her. I told her that in the four years since I'd noticeably hit puberty, despite the broken voice, the sudden height increase and all the other tell tale signs of impending manhood, I was deeply worried about the apparent lack of development in my trousers.

After an awkward moment she'd hurriedly tried to diffuse the situation with a forced attempt at casualness and some off hand remarks about how "all boys worry about their willys," and "girls care far less about size than guys do," but nevertheless, she agreed that it'd be good for me to talk to a professional for some peace of mind and made the appointment.

Now as I sat uncomfortably in her car on the way to the clinic I was feeling a mixture of nausea, fear and some intense sort of arousal. Recently my general horniness in relation to anything even remotely sexual had morphed into an increasing obsession with my own penis, primarily the tiny thing's failure to ascend into adulthood with the rest of me. I couldn't help but fixate on it's size and capacity to satisfy a girl, imagining the looks of laughter and pity that would surely confront me should I ever expose it. Each time I'd masturbate I'd end up cumming in a state of ecstasy and confusion which would quickly give way to intense shame and embarrassment. I knew I was much smaller than guys in porn, but that was a given. When I'd looked up penis sizes online I'd been sad but unsurprised to see that I was a decent bit below average, but I figured that given I had only recently turned eighteen and was technically still going through puberty there was surely something that could be done to encourage some growth.

Upon arrival at the doctor's my normally ebullient and chatty mother simply told me she'd be back to pick me up in about an hour, before becoming flustered and wishing me luck with a look of sheepish embarrassment on her face. I sloped in attempting to make myself as small as possible, irrationally thinking that anyone who saw me would be able to tell my reason for being there just by looking at my blank expression. As I approached the reception desk, my heart beating like a drum, I instantly recognised the receptionist. She was the daughter of a friend of my mum's, Claire was her name. Even though she was a couple of years older than me we used to play around a lot as kids, but I probably hadn't seen her in six or seven years at this point. It seemed those years had been very kind to her. Her face lit up when she saw me.

"Hey, Jake, how's it going? I haven't seen you in aaaages? My god you look so grown up! How's your mum?"

I told her my mum was good and we made a little small talk before a lull in the conversation caused me to remember my reason for being there.

"So I'm here to see Dr Richards, I have an eleven o'clock appointment"

"Oh Jake sorry didn't you check your emails? Dr Richards is off work so it'll be Dr Cassidy seeing you today."

"Oh, ok... um I guess that's fine."

To be honest the idea of showing my little penis to some random Doctor I'd never met seemed preferable to getting it out for Dr Richards, he was a nice guy but I'd known him most of my life and for some reason he always seemed a bit uncomfortable around me.

"Oh don't worry about a thing honey," said Claire, sensing some hesitance in my response. "Dr Cassidy's great, you'll love her. Just take a seat and I'm sure she'll be along in a few minutes..."

My Heart stopped. Did she just say her?

As I sat waiting and sweating bullets I could swear Claire kept looking over at me, but every time I returned her glance she seemed to be looking down at her desk. I was sure she sensed the change in my disposition. Since she'd revealed to me that I would now be seeking judgement of my small penis from a woman I'd barely uttered a word, I'd simply babbled some monosyllables and slunk off to sit. I fought the urge to get up and leave, steeling myself with the thought that this was probably the best and safest place for me to show a woman my cock for the first time. I figured she'd be some mid-fifties or older professional type and as I pictured what was fast approaching I felt a stir in my pants as my little willy started to stiffen. I took some deep breathes and tried to compose myself.

After a couple of minutes I heard the telltale footsteps coming down the corridor to the left of the reception desk and before I had a chance to look up...

"Jake Blakely?" Dr Cassidy's voice was sweet and sexy and unmistakably that of a relatively young women. I stood meekly, giving what I'm sure was a quite pathetic smile by way of a hello, and made to follow her through to the examination room. Upon entering she sat at her desk and for the first time I got a good look at her. God she was hot. Not in an in your face way but just a really natural, girl-next-door kind of way. She looked to be in her early 30s and had mid-length mousy brown hair, blue eyes and a disney princess mouth and nose. She smiled kindly and beckoned me to sit in the chair opposite hers. I seamlessly obliged.

"So, Jake, it's really nice to meet you, I'm Dr Cassidy and as I'm sure you saw in that email we sent out to all our patients here, I'm covering for Dr Richards while he takes a leave of absence. What can I help you with today?"

I froze. As stupid as it sounds I hadn't really thought of what I was going to say in this moment, I'd just been so consumed thinking about the moment of exposure itself.

"I um... well I guess it's just...Like I," I stammered.

"Jake, slow down and just take a second, I know it can freak people out coming to the doctor, but this is a safe space and I'm only here to help."

"Ok well I've just been a bit worried about a couple of things to do with my development. Like, some things have changed and others haven't and I'm just having trouble not worrying about it all the time."

Dr Cassidy sat back in her chair, for a moment she looked slightly lost for words. She clearly hadn't been expecting the conversation to go in this direction but she quickly regained her composure."

"Ok well that's perfectly normal Jake, everyone's body is completely different and some things just take a little longer than others to change. Now what things are you worried haven't changed?"

As she asked this question I saw her gaze shift barely disguised from my eyes down to my crotch. The room was so thick with such an obvious tension that I felt I could barely breathe. Given I was at this stage a pretty well built 6ft with a deepish voice and a healthy hint of stubble it was glaringly obvious which part I was worried hadn't changed, but I knew I was going to have to say it out loud.

"Well it's my um... my penis."

Clearly the tension had been a little much for Dr Cassidy also. She visibly relaxed a little at my sad admission before offering a smile and extending her hand out across her desk as a gesture of support."

"Jake, relax, that can't have been easy but well done for sharing, So many people have problems and concerns that they just sit on and it always makes things worse. Now one thing I know for sure about penises is that they really do come in all shapes and sizes so chances are you're just being overly concerned about nothing serious. Studies show that a majority of men worry about the size of their penis from time to time and that's particularly normal at your age. Now as I said penises vary to a huge degree but for reference the average flaccid penis is about 3.5 inches and erect is 5.1 inches. So if you're comfortable I think we should get your trousers and your pants off, pop you up on the examination table and have a look."

My brain was trying to catch up to what she'd just said - 3.5 inches flaccid 5.1 inches erect - It suddenly dawned on me that whilst looking up penis sizes online I'd been in such a frenzy fingering my little dick that I hadn't read the figures fully. In my naivety and ignorance I'd simply seen the initial number and always figured it pertained to hard cocks. The gravity of this error slowly descended on my mind like a mental mudslide. I'd always known I had a small dick, but with no brothers and few opportunities to see other guys cocks since grade school, I obviously didn't have any clue just how small.

Dr Cassidy punctured my stupor by standing and moving over towards the examination table where she set upon a box of latex gloves. As I rose like a zombie and slowly made my way over to the table I felt dizzy and light, but there was a knot at the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe that I was about to show this beautiful girl my tiny little penis. Another thought hit me and I realised what a fool I'd been to shave my pubes. I'd always heard it made cocks look bigger but given this recent revelation it struck me that mine was unlikely to be blessed with that affect.

"Ok, now it's probably easier if you're standing to begin with so if you'll just come right here, I'll pull up a chair and you just pull down your trousers and pants when you're ready."

She was trying to be casual but I could tell by her breathing that Dr Cassidy was eager to see what I had in my pants. I stood just in front of the examination table, she in a chair facing me at crotch height. I took three concentrated breathes and unbuckled my belt before lowering my trousers, then my boxers to the ground and standing up straight."

"Oh my," Dr Cassidy let out an audible gasp and raised her hand to her mouth.

My cheeks burned and I flushed red at the humiliation as she sat staring at my little winky, soft and uncircumcised, barely protruding an inch from my shaved torso. Without speaking she reached out and began fondling my balls. The sensation of a girl touching my scrotum for the first time sent shivers throughout my body and I let out a small whimper.

"Sorry Jake, I just want to check your testicles to see that they've both descended properly."

Dr Cassidy spoke in a different manner than before and I felt for a moment that she was trying to suppress laughter, but as she continued to gently roll my balls around with her fingers I could focus on nothing else.

"Your testicles feel good and healthy so well done," she said patronisingly, "I'm just going to do a quick inspection of your penis and then we'll take some measurements."

With her left hand still holding my balls and just the thumb and forefinger of her right she slowly began to retract my foreskin over the tiny pink head of my cock. The sensation made me hard in around 3 seconds flat and before Dr Cassidy realised it she was holding the tip of my fully erect penis in two fingers."

"Oh shit, I...fuck I'm really sorry."

"Jake don't even worry about it, I take it as a compliment," said Dr Cassidy, this time with a definite note of humour in her voice. "Now can I just ask, are you fully erect right now?"

"Yeah," I just about whispered.

"Ok, well now seems like a perfect time to get a maximum length measurement from this little guy."

Her use of the word little sent a shock to my brain. She didn't need to say it, she chose to say it. She'd seen my peepee and she thought it was little. If possible my dick got even harder as she stood and walked back over to her desk where she picked up a tape measure before turning around and taking a pause to look me up and down. She walked back over and this time knelt before my tiny willy, bringing the tape measure up to it's side and holding it there.

Silence.

I stared straight ahead with the intense feeling that if my little winky got any harder it might explode. I wondered why she wasn't saying anything and then I heard it. She tried to stifle it at first which forced her to snort before giving in and dissolving into a beautiful mess of giggles and laughter. A wave of pleasure hit my entire body and my knees buckled. I reached out behind me to steady myself on the examination table, and let out a pathetic guttural moan as my cock shot six or seven ribbons of cum onto the floor beside her.

The speed of my orgasm must have surprised her, as the laughter quickly ceased. I cast my eyes downward to find that she was looking directly upwards into my mortified face with a look of pity and affection. She quickly enclosed my willy in the palm of her hand and massaged it soothingly as it began to return to it's soft acorn-like state.

"Well Jake, at least we know it's working well enough," she stated jovially.

As my breathing returned to normal I began to feel a deep sense of shame and vulnerability. I'd known this would be humiliating but I hadn't expected to lose control so easily. Something about the genuine, uncontrollable reaction my little peepee had provoked in her had pushed all of my buttons at once.

"I can only apologise for my reaction Jake, I pride myself on being a professional but this job can still surprise you sometimes."

"Why were you surprised? haven't you seen one like mine before?" I asked shyly, dreading her answer.

"Lets just finish gathering our measurements and then we can have a little chat. Now that he's gone soft again I can get a good flaccid length and girth reading."

She giggled again while taking the next measurement, excusing herself as she did. I looked down and felt the knot return to my stomach as I noticed how unbelievably tiny I looked in her hands, my now spent little penis noticeably smaller than her thumb.

Once finished she asked me to sit up on the examination table, my trousers and pants still round my ankles.

"Ok Jake, so now that I've measured you I think I have a pretty good idea of where we're at. You were right to come in today as unfortunately it does seem as though things haven't developed down there quite as much as we'd have wanted."

I felt a lump in my throat begin to form, my little weewee began to stir again.

"Your flaccid length is 1.6 inches and your erect length is 2.9 inches. both measurements are significantly below average and definitely outside the range of what is considered a normal adult penis. Given all that, I feel pretty confidant diagnosing you as having a micropenis. I think we should seek a second opinion of course, but given how far along you seem to be in all other areas of your development, I think it's very unlikely that your willy will catch up."

"Ok so what do we do?"

Dr Cassidy looked confused and hesitated for a moment. "Well... there really isn't anything we can do. There's a pretty finite window of time for your penis to receive the growth hormones necessary for it to evolve from it's little boy state into something more manly and I'm afraid for you I think that window is closed."

"You mean I'm going to have to deal with having a little boy cock forever?" I asked frantically, my cheeks turning red again."

"Oh honey, I know this is upsetting but you need to try to look at the bigger picture. Clearly you're still able to get pleasure from your willy, and there are some girls who really don't mind little ones."

"But what about sex? How am I supposed to please a girl if I have a little boy cock?" I was getting worked up again. The confirmation that not only did I have a small cock, but a genuine micropenis, was too much for me. Moreover the fact that there was apparently nothing I could do to help the situation. My eyes started welling up and for some reason the little shrimp between my legs began to harden again.

"Oh Jake, poor thing," said Dr Cassidy, moving closer and putting her hand on my shoulder "there's far more to life than sex, and there's far more to sex than penises in vaginas."

I could sense a genuine feeling of maternalistic sympathy in her voice as she moved fully up against me. She took my tiny erect penis in her finger and thumb again and began to stroke softly but steadily.

I looked at her in surprise, unsure what had moved her to start handling my willy again.

"Does that feel nice?" she cooed gently in my ear, "Do you like it when I touch your little babydick?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stood open mouthed and just nodded while Dr Cassidy continued giving me a slow, two fingered handjob.

"See how good that little peepee can still make you feel? And personally, I think it's adorable. Tell me, did you shave off your pubes because you thought it might make it look bigger?"

"uh huh," I answered limply, fighting the urge to blow my load on the floor for a second time.

"Well sweetie, I think it looks great, although I do think it's important you know that it hasn't worked. Your winky still looks tiny. And without any hair there to disguise it, if I didn't know any better I'd swear I was actually looking at a little boy's peepee, a tiny 2 inch toddler."

That was too much. I felt like I was about to pass out when all of a sudden my body began to convulse in the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. As I came Dr Cassidy spoke emasculating words of encouragement, calling me a good boy and congratulating me on cumming so much from such a tiny little winky.

She fetched a paper towel, handed it to me to clean myself up before returning to the seat behind her desk and logging on to her computer. She told me that she was going to refer me to a urologist who would confirm her diagnosis, but that this was just a formality as my measurements and performance clearly displayed that I had a micropenis. I felt so hot with humiliation that all I could do was grunt and nod in agreement. Given the level of intimacy that had passed between us I was slightly taken aback that since my second ejaculation Dr Cassidy seemed in a rush to get me out of her office. She told me that Dr Richards was planning to be away for quite some time and that if I had any further medical issues I shouldn't hesitate to come back and see her.

And with that I got up and left. I'd barely made it 3 steps down the corridor before I heard a burst of hysterical laughter emanating from the closed door behind me. As I returned to the waiting area Claire greeted me with another smile.

"How was that Jake? Isn't Dr Cassidy great?"

"Yeah uh... she really helped me a lot." I muttered somewhat glumly, looking at the floor.

"Yeah she's really good at helping with little problems like yours"

"huh?"

"Oh don't sweat it Jake, Your mum knows I work here so she asked my mum if I could get you an appointment at short notice. I did a little eavesdropping while they were on the phone and heard her say you were worried about the size of your weenie. Did Dr Cassidy help you feel better about things? Honestly I know what guys are like, my boyfriend's always going on about wanting a bigger dick even though he's like 7 inches."

I wanted to die. I knew Doctor-patient confidentiality was a thing but in that moment I was sure there was a pretty high possibility that Dr Cassidy would tell Claire about my tiny little micropenis. I made an awkward exit and stepped outside to call my mum so she could come and get me. Despite the overwhelming humiliation I'd undergone I felt like my body was vibrating at a higher frequency. Some latent desire within me had awoken and as I sat waiting for her to arrive I knew that I'd have to tell her about my diagnosis on the ride home.