Submitting
to Jen without question was a bad idea and I honestly should have known better.
Starting
from when she took me out and put me down in the car’s cupholder before racing
back into the house to grab a small hamster pet carrier, tossing it into the
back seat.
“What do we
need that for?” I looked over the top of the cup holder as she slid into the
driver’s seat and started the engine. Surprisingly, she didn’t relocate me
between her thighs, but kept me in the cupholder. She seemed a little
preoccupied and it must have slipped her mind.
“JUST IN
CASE,” she replied, shrugging loosely. Then she flashed me a reassuring smile.
A shiver
crawled up my spine. Jen giving me warm reassuring smiles for no reason? Now I
knew something was wrong.
The ride to
the veterinary clinic was a little rough, no support every time we swung around
a turn, and every crack in the road bumping up through my skeleton. I even
started to wish I was back between her thighs, which at least cushioned the
impacts. By the time we arrived, my stomach was doing somersaults, and not just
from motion sickness.
*
“JENNIFER,
GOOD MORNING,” the young vet said, with a nod at my fiancée, who stood at the
table side.
The vet’s footwear
tapped around the floor to the side of the examination table. She turned from
person to living skyscraper, peering down at me with clinical fascination.
“AND HOMO
MINISCULUS HIMSELF.” A pair of rubber gloves were being stretched and fitted
over her hands. Her hips came up to the table edge and her hands rested on the
table as she leaned forward to inspect me. “HI TO YOU TOO, HOMO MINISCULUS.”
I stood on
the clean white sheet draped over the table, feeling pale. I felt like I had
stepped into a cage with invisible bars.
“I
shouldn’t be here,” I said. My voice came out too soft, and I blushed and said
it again, louder. “I shouldn’t be here!”
Jen began
to stroke my hair.
The vet’s lips
pressed in a patient smile.
“AND SOUNDS
LIKE WE HAVE A LITTLE CHATTERBOX TODAY.”
I balked.
My mouth had had gone dry. Swallowing, I finally said:
“I’m just
here to have my file notes updated. That’s all. I’m not taking Roburfortis
anymore.”
“SO I’VE
HEARD,” the vet nodded at Jen. “I HAVE A THEORY WHY IT PUT SO MUCH STRESS ON
YOUR HEART.” While she spoke, she put a stethoscope around her neck and put the
rubber earpieces in. “BUT FIRST LET’S GET A LITTLE LOOK AT YOU.”
Her immense
height doubled over me, trapping me under the ceiling of her upper body. The
chest pocket of her scrubs was big enough for me to drop into. View of the
pocket rapidly disappeared behind a huge encroaching gloved hand, which took my
head into a gentle pincer to hold it still, while the rest of her hand cupped
around my back. Her other hand took the end of the stethoscope and slid it
around over my bare chest. The metal instrument was as cold as if she’d pressed
a glass of icy water to my chest.
“Aaah!”
“TRY TO
RELAX, MY TEENSY CUPCAKE,” the vet said, lifting a finger off the stethoscope and
tapping it delicately against my chin. Something welled inside my chest, like a
need to yell and shake my fists. I held it down. I couldn’t let myself
completely lose it within minutes of the examination.
The vet just tightened the grip of her cupped hand at my
back, gripping my shoulders, keeping me still as the metal drum of the cold
stethoscope agonizingly made its way over my torso, back and forth in multiple
trips, trying to identify my tiny heartbeat. The chill metal was making the
skin of my belly crawl.
Then the
stethoscope moved down so she could listen to my stomach.
Finally, the vet removed the instrument from my chest.
Before I could sigh in relief she took a different tool from a drawer and we
were onto the next text. It was a handheld scope with a camera, a funduscope. She tilted
herself at me for the best line of sight, while her thumb and forefinger held
my head still. After looking into my eyes and ears she explained:
“I’M GOING
TO TAKE A PEEK DOWN YOUR THROAT. BUT IT’S SO TINY I’M GOING TO HAVE TO GET IN
REAL CLOSE.”
My head was manoeuvred gently, tilted back until it was
inclined at the ceiling. The doctor was bent over me, her massive face crowding
out my view of anything else. Her eyebrows drew together slightly with
concentration as she peered down my throat. Her giant head expanded as she
leaned in even closer. She was so close her warm breath made the hair on my
sack shiver.
My entire view consisted of her utterly magnified features. A
monstrous lip, or nostril, or eye, shifted into vision, as she moved her head
for a better view. Trickles of warm air poured between her faintly parted lips,
beating like wings against my face. The warmed air also seeped down my throat,
generating warm feeling inside my chest and stomach. Every one of her breaths
surged with a mint onslaught from the gum she was chewing. The masticating gum
was so loud and close it seemed to be squeaking and squishing inside my head.
As the seconds ticked by, I was terrified it would fall out onto my face and
get hopelessly stuck. Not the first time.
Then the
scope was put aside. With just the strength in one rubber-gloved finger, she
bent me back until my spine touched the table and I was staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly my pants were being tugged off.
“SO WHAT
HAVE YOU GOT HIDING FROM ME UNDER THERE.”
“No!” I
said, pushing at the fingertip.
Another
patient smile from the vet. She was bowing over me again.
“I’M JUST GOING
TO HAVE A FEEL AROUND INSIDE OF YOU,” she explained. My clothes were whipped
off and put aside. Lastly my briefs, the tiny red superman ones.
I lay back
on the table cold and naked, feeling as tiny as a raisin.
One of her
gloved fingers began to trace a line just under my neck, to my lower belly, and
stopped hazardously close to my groin. Holding there a moment, it then repeated
the action the other way. This time it paused in certain places. The tip
stopped bluntly against my neck. Then it did the same to my ribcage.
After
massaging my pectorals, the pressure dragged down along my chest once more,
where it began working itself firmly against the soft flesh of my stomach. My
abdominal wall offered no resistance against the persistent battering pressure
of the vet’s inquisitive, oversized digit. It was so big, that meeting my hip
it accidentally bumped my member. It did this a couple of times as it searched
around in my stomach. Very soon, I had an erection straining at the ceiling.
“IT’S JUST
ASTONISHING,” she marvelled out loud. “I’VE NEVER FELT SUCH A TINY ADULT LIVER.
IT MUST BE SMALLER THAN A PEA. OF COURSE, IT’S BURIED VERY WELL IN THERE, BUT I
CAN JUST MAKE IT OUT AGAINST THE VERY TIP OF MY FINGER.”
My breath
was getting labored. The force working against my diaphragm was so diligent.
She bent
her face closer. I swallowed hard and kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling. But
the closer she got, the more of the ceiling she blocked out.
Unaware, she leaned in a little closer, angling her face
straight down over me. Her big, slightly puffy lips parted a fraction. Her warm
breath swept through my hair, tickling my ear, while filling my nose and mouth.
It continued to beat at me in rhythmic gushes. The shiny creased vermillion
bulges of her lips were so inadvertently close to my chin, like she was
preparing to plant a kiss.
Sweat was on my brow, even though the air was cool. My penis
was twitching helplessly. Her finger was still pinning me to the table, and
moving very precisely around my torso. I began to squirm.
“YOU KEEP
COMPLETELY STILL,” the vet murmured. Her acrid coffee breath steamed into my
mouth, “AND IT WON’T HURT A SINGLE BIT. SEE?”
She started
tapping around as part of a medical percussion, and listening to the sound of
my abdomen.
This was
slightly uncomfortable. I began to squirm. She responded by neatly plucking me
up at the waist and began to tickle me all over. My stomach began to hurt. I
hugged my chest, trying to protect myself. I was laughing softly, but it hurt,
so I tried to stop. My ribs ached a little and I needed to pee.
Then I was
flying down to the tabletop, and arranged so that I was looking straight up at
her again. My groin punched up at the ceiling, and was now feeding me with a
dull, constant ache.
Spying my
manifest arousal, the vet caught my member in the rubber trap of a huge thumb
and forefinger, and supplied it with a series of disciplinary squeezes, until I
couldn’t take it much longer.
“WELL, HI
THERE, MR TINKLY.” She was talking to my erection in a funny-sounding voice. “YOU’RE
A VERY BIG BOY. YOU WANT ME TO EXAMINE YOU TOO?” She couldn’t help but give my
glans another affectionate little nip, sending tingles bouncing through my rod
until my knees were weak.
She ran her
fingertip down my shaft, measuring the length against her straightened pointer.
Then she took the tip and stretched it to assess the maximum length. Her
fingertips grazed back and forth, tugging and adjusting my penis. Every tug
caused sensation to surge through my body.
“WHAT A
HAPPY LITTLE HUMMER,” she clucked through puckered lips. “YOU’RE JUST ASKING
FOR A LITTLE TWEAK, AREN’T YOU, YES YES YES.” Her delicate touch kept
adjusting, needing to view my organ along every angle, as closely as possible.
Her thumb rolled under the tip and down the shaft, stretching me out. My balls
quivered and strained.
“Will you
quit it with this baby-talking business?” I said. “I just want a normal exam.”
She shut me
up by giving my organ a couple of friendly pinches, and each time, the head of
my penis ached tremendously. The sweat was prickling my brow. Without even
trying she was taking my erection to the brink. I couldn’t bare it.
“Please…” I
grunted, “I’m really…sensitive …”
“NOW DON’T
YOU GET MAD. IT’LL MAKE YOUR HEART RACE. AND ALL THAT BLOOD RACING AROUND IS GOING TO MAKE YOUR LITTLE ROCKET OUTGROW YOU.”
She hooked
her pointer around my waist, resting her fingertip on my groin, leaving it in a
torturous upright position, and throbbing into the pad of her finger.
“THE
CULPRIT FOR HIS CARDIAC DISTRESS HAS BEEN CAUGHT RED-HANDED,” she said cheerily
to Jen, catching my glans and playing with it. “OR, SHOULD I SAY, RED-HEADED? THE
SCOUNDREL WAS RIGHT HERE, ALL ALONG.” Her nail snuck beneath my shaft and
waggled it. My head swooped and I desperately sucked in breath. “IT’S MAKING
HIS HEART DO THE QUICKSTEP.”
Jen folded
her arms, shifting her weight to one side. She scrutinized my boner and then
looked at the vet again.
“YOU’RE
SURE? – BUT, THE MEDICATION.”
“THIS RIGHT
HERE,” she gave my member a firm prod, “IS THE ROOT OF ALL HIS EVIL.”
Jen raked a
hand through her hair.
“SO HE HAS
A LITTLE CONTROL PROBLEM. IT’S NOT HURTING ANYBODY.”
“EXCEPT
HIM, POTENTIALLY.”
“BUT WHAT
CAN HE DO ABOUT IT?”
“WELL, I
HAVE A COUPLE OF IDEAS. WE CAN GET HIM ONTO A TABLET TO LIMIT ON HIS ERECTILE
RESPONSE. NO MORE MORNING GLORY, BUT MAYBE JUST ENOUGH FOR A SLEEPY CUDDLE.”
“AND THE
OTHER OPTION?” Jen sounded positively breathless now.
“A
NON-INVASIVE PROCEDURE TO HAVE A LITTLE IMPLANT PUT IN—” the vet’s huge finger
came in and poked my lower belly, “—HERE. KEEP HIS HEART IN CHECK BUT WITHOUT DOING
A DISSERVICE TO HIS SEXUAL RESPONSE. I CAN DO IT TODAY IF YOU DON’T MIND
WAITING OUT THE POST-OP BEAUTY SLEEP.”
Jen stashed
her phone in her handbag.
“I’LL COME
BACK,” she said slowly.
I sat up.
“What?!”
“IT COULD
BE WORSE,” she urged. “WAY WORSE. HAVE THE OPERATION.”
“Jennifer.”
“WE CAN’T JUST
LEAVE—”
“I don’t
want it. And we are leaving.”
She stared
me down.
“DON’T TELL
ME YOU WANT TO TAKE THE TABLETS? –YOU KIDDING ME?! –SHE’S GOING TO GIVE YOU A SEDATIVE
AND YOU WON’T FEEL A THI—”
“This was not agreed and you know that!”
“THIS IS
THE RIGHT THING FOR YOU, BABE, FOR BOTH OF US, AND—!!!”
“Don’t
‘babe’ me. I’m not a ‘babe’, I’m a grown man! And– screw this!” I charged over
the table.
“JERRY—!” But
her reflexes faltered. She sounded guilty.
Damn straight you should feel guilty, I thought. It was outrageous. She
was guardian, sure, not my damn—!
Oof.
I ran
straight into the vet’s rubber coated fingertips. They adroitly pinched up my
waist, leaving my feet kicking and batting at empty air.
Finally, I
sagged, and said, “The meds made it worse. But I’m not taking them anymore.”
From the
side, Jen said quietly:
“WE GET IT,
JERRY. YOU’RE NOT TAKING THEM ANYMORE.”
Whereas the
vet’s fascination had a comeback. I was laid flat on my back as the vet
stretched me out straight. Then she stretched my dick out until it was excruciatingly
taut. Even Jen was right in there, leaning over me. Both women were inspecting
my groin. My face grew hot.
“HOW
INCREDIBLE,” the vet enthused. My dick was tugged straight down, and then
straight up so she could take a look at my balls. “LOOK AT THIS EXPANSION SINCE
HE STARTED THE MEDICATION. LOOK AT ALL THAT NEW GIRTH. IT’S LIKE A LITTLE SODA
POP CAN.” She massaged my shaft with circular motions of her thumb and
forefinger, giving it a regular supply of pressure. It felt so good. Lucky I
was lying down or I would have passed out. “THE PRESSURE IS JUST PHENOMENAL.
AND THAT PICKLE IS TIGHT AS A KNOT.”
I let out a
gasp.
The vet beamed
at me.
“IF IT
FEELS FUNNY,” she said, lapsing back into cooing. “IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE SO TINY!
I BET EVERYTHING FEELS FUNNY TO YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST A TINY LITTLE MAN!
EVERYTHING IS SO, SO BIG TO YOU!”
I was
tickled me again until my legs were kicking. The combination of tickling and
arousal had me on the brink of a pure sensation seizure.
To my utter
relief, the vet moved away to type something on the computer, as I lay back,
and my exhausted abdomen muscles trembling in defeat. All my fight had evaporated.
I couldn’t even think straight anymore.
I caught my
breath.
“Your
argument sucks,” I said as Jen drifted by the table edge, vaguely pacing, her
arms folded.
“LET IT ALL
OUT, BUDDY.”
“You are so
stubborn. You are so conceited, and spoiled.”
“RIGHT.
TOMLIN GIRL. ABSOLUTELY, TOTALLY, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.”
I massaged
my thighs and squeezed my toes, trying to push some blood out of my groin.
She swished
around.
“THAT’S IT?
YOU’RE NO FUN.”
I was reaching
for an unanswerable retort when Jen suddenly lowered her head, eyes closed, and
planted a kiss over my eyes. I inhaled deeply, before her warm, slick tongue traced
from my brow to my lips, and trapping my air supply.
The vet
finished on the pc.
“HE’S FINE,”
Jen explained, standing back up. “NERVES. WE’RE GETTING IT DONE. TODAY.”
“THEN I’LL
PREP THE ROOM. TWO HOURS AND HE SHOULD BE ALL READY FOR YOU AGAIN.”
Jen retreated
to the doorway and tentatively blew me a kiss.
“LOVE YOU.”
The vet
turned her back and there was the clinking of fine metal tools, the soft thfffirrrrrp of some electric device.
My heart gave a painful buck.
The vet's
big hands plucked up my tiny waist and turned me onto my front.
"JUST
A TEENSY POKE TO MAKE YOU SOFT.”
A bee sting
and then the strength leaked out of my body. The last thing I remembered was
the overhead lights turning way up.
*
The clinic
came back in brief, unjointed flashes.
My head
felt clogged and spacey. My mouth was so dry it felt like it was wadded with
cotton. All thoughts were blank and I was in no position to question anything
that was happening.
As I
wavered in and out of consciousness, the voices of two women quaked the air. Tall
blurry shadows passed in front. The vet and my fiancée. Jennifer had left the
clinic while I was being operated on, but she’d come back.
I focused
on her, although her visage kept wavering. Her full figure was reassuring, big
and mother-like. The mild tranq made me feel stupid and happy and at the center
of her awareness, and lifted by a heart-skipping aphrodisiac. Out of nowhere I
thought: I’m tinier now than on the first day of my life. I hadn’t been this
tiny since being in my mom’s womb.
I laughed.
The vet’s
chirpy voice filled up my head.
“MR CUPCAKE
LOOKS READY TO COME OUT OF THE OVEN.”
She reached
for me, and gave my nose a tweak. Then she was brushing my penis out of the
way, and rolling my nuts between a forefinger and thumb.
“LOOK AT THESE
DAINTY LITTLE GUYS. EVEN TEENSIER THAN MY LITTLE TOES. BUT FIRM AS A COUPLE OF
BALL BEARINGS!”
The grainy
burbling of her voice became clearer:
“I’VE GOT
TO GIVE HIM A LITTLE MILKING BEFORE I CAN LET YOU TAKE HIM AWAY. BUT HE FEELS
NICE AND FULL RIGHT NOW. JUST RIPE FOR A BIG COLLECTION.”
Oh no…I thought.
She came
for me. There was nowhere to run. The giant rubber glove extended and her
fingertips were grasping –
“WHAT ARE
WE GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS BIG BOOFHEAD, HMMMM?”
Her grasp
began to slide back and forth over my shaft. Her grasp closed around the bulb
of my glans, rolling and thumbing it. Her touch was confident and unhurried.
“A WEE LITTLE
SKITTLE LIKE YOU SHOULD ONLY HAVE A LITTLE TINKLY. WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG
BOOFY ONE, HUH? ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING? WHAT IS MR TINKLY TRYING
TO TELL ME?”
She made an
exaggerated show of considering my member, stretching it out and examining it
from all angles, while stroking her chin, under the pretense of pondering my girth.
In no time
at all I was swollen and tender, and yearning to ejaculate. I was being driven
to the brink of insanity. My hips pumped against her hand, which kept the
pressure at full throttle, tapping me for every last drop. My shaft was being
caught and squeezed by her inside finger joints as her thumb circled and played
with my glans. Her thumbprint skidded back and forth against the underside of the tip, alternating fast and slow.
She took me
to the very edge of fulfilment and then wound me down, brushing her little
finger back and forth against my balls to check they were still firm…Then her
thumb was in motion again, circling my glans teasingly, faster and faster.
Another pause, and she backed down again. I groaned, trembling with
anticipation. Then her fingertips were riding the head of my penis, dancing over
it lasciviously. The weight of her hand was like a normal size lover straddling
my hips. My length was being teased between an increasingly narrowed slot
created between her rubber fingertips, stretching me harder and harder.
The building
pressure released all at once and she caught it in a specimen jar.
All the
tension trickled out of my body like air out of a balloon. I lay back against
the towel, drenched in sweat.
Next thing
I knew I was safely enfolded between the firm walls of Jen’s thighs as she
drove home. I was vibrating like a washing machine, and drooling. My attention
span was two seconds long.
“—FEELIN’
OKAY?” she ventured. Her voice was fuzzy.
“Uh huh,” I
said dopily. There was a bandage patched onto my stomach, but it didn’t hurt.
The implant had been injected in, so at least there was no suture this time.