Adventures of Babydic

My freshman year of college I rented a room from an elderly widow. Mrs. Tyler was in her early 60's, tall and plump with gray hair and a gentle smile. I was happy with the arrangement since her house was only five blocks from campus, she was a great cook and rent was less than half of what the dorm cost. But the primary reason I lived with Mrs. Tyler was because at 18, I was only 5'2" and weighed less than 100 pounds. The wild stories I had heard about dorm life made me nervous and I didn't want to spend the next four years being picked on like I had through high school.

Things went great between Mrs. Tyler and I for the first month. Because of my small size and youthful look (I still hadn't started shaving), she treated me more like a kid than a young man. But I didn't mind when she reminded me to stop playing video games and go study, or when she would tell me the snack I wanted would ruin my appetite for dinner. She would just pat me on the head and smile at me. Because of Mrs. Tyler, I didn't get homesick.

One day I was walking across the athletic field on my way home when two upper classmen slammed into me. I was so lost in my English 101 assignment that I didn't realize I had walked straight through a pick-up football game between rival fraternities. The collision knocked me unconscious and I woke up in the college hospital.

The first face I saw was Mrs. Tyler smiling down at me. I tried to sit up and a pain shot through my chest like fire. I winced and dropped my head back to my pillow.

"There, there," Mrs. Tyler whispered to me, "You've had a bad fall and need to take it easy."

She patted my head like she always did. It made me feel better and I drifted back into unconsciousness.

I woke up in my bedroom. Mrs. Tyler was sitting at me desk waiting for me to wake up. I didn't try to sit up this time, but I smiled at her and waved. I noticed my hand was wrapped up from my fingers to my elbow.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I got caught in a frat boy sandwich," I joked.

She laughed a little. Then she got up and sat on the bed next to me. She told me what happened. I had two bruised ribs, a severely bruised right hand and a sprained left ankle. It was kind of funny that as soon as she told me about my ankle, a dull ache made its way up my leg. The campus nurse suggested I stay home for a week and then come back in for a checkup.

Mrs. Tyler asked me if I wanted something to drink or eat.

"Actually, Mrs. Tyler," I answered her nervously, "I need to use the bathroom." She smiled and pulled back the covers. I realized I was only wearing my tshirt and tighty-whities. She noticed me blushing about it.

"Don't worry about me seeing you in your undies," she told me, "I raised three sons and you don't have anything they didn't have."

Mrs. Tyler picked me up and carried me like a baby to the bathroom in her master bedroom. It was frilly and pink with flower wallpaper. "We'll have enough room in here," she muttered as we entered.

She gently lowered my legs to the ground and I was able to balance my weight between my right foot and my injured left. She picked up the toilet lid and seat.

I expected her to leave, but instead she stepped behind me and put her thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. I took in a deep breath and heard her shush me.

Time seemed to slow down as she slid my underwear down my legs all the way to my ankles. I was trying to put out of my mind the image of Mrs. Tyler looking at my bare ass, when I felt her pat my bottom gently. "You go ahead now," she told me.

I held my penis with my left hand, glad she wasn't able to see my deepest secret: my very undersized penis. Just like the rest of me it was also underdeveloped. Flaccid I was only about an inch and half and fully erect I was about three inches and very thin. My whole groin was nearly hairless.

I peed for what seemed like five minutes. The pain in my bladder disappeared and I started to feel better. Then everything went white and I fell back against Mrs. Tyler's plump body. My left hand dropped down and I started peeing all over the place. Some hit my tshirt and my underwear wrapped around my ankles. Although woozy, I felt her reach around me with both arms. Her left arm held me up and her right hand wrapped around my penis.

"Oh, let's just aim your willy where it needs to be," she whispered. I relaxed and let her hold me while I finished. "There, I think you're finally empty now."

I recovered enough to stand and felt Mrs. Tyler pulling my tshirt off. "We can't have you sleeping in a wet shirt," she told me, "now step out of your undies, too."

I was completely humiliated to be stripped naked by my landlady, but somehow it was even worse when she picked me up in her arms again and carried me back to my bedroom. I blushed the entire way. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her glancing down at my undersized, nearly hairless groin and trying to stifle a giggle. She put me to bed naked, I wrapped myself up in my blankets and tried to fall asleep again. When Mrs. Tyler left, I ran through everything that had happened. She had seen me naked and had held my small penis in her hand. I closed my eyes and hoped my humiliating experiences were at an end.

It was only just beginning.