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Alex’s recovery after leaving the hospital went well, to say the least. Ankha and Isabelle worked hard to make sure he was always comfortable and that his needs were met. That often meant complimenting his little baby dick and stroking it until it burst into a fountain, all the while he received a faceful of tits or ass. He certainly didn’t mind. It was a helluva nice distraction from his immobility and need for assistance.

That didn’t hide the fact that he’d been walked through town with his dingaling out for the world to see. Everyone was talking about it, most avidly among the women and gay men. Soon all of his actions and decisions as mayor were totally glossed over by the fact he had the world’s smallest cock. It seemed as though a tsunami could’ve rolled across the island, wiping everything out, and that still wouldn’t have taken precedence over his pathetic endowment.

With no way of hiding or denying it, he had to do the only logical thing there was and address it. It had become the elephant in the room for the entire island; there was no point in pretending it didn’t exist. The news station was running a segment on his injury and recovery. He was scheduled for a live interview with Amelia, one of the station’s head anchors. She was an eagle, tall and as proud as they came. The blue feathers across her body transformed into a brilliant white frock around her head. Her face turned a brilliant scarlet that accentuated a pair of piercing eyes. She carried a professional air about her like someone who knew the answer to every question she asked. Although she would’ve been lying if she wasn’t dreadfully curious to know what Alex’s cock looked like.

Alex was in the news studio dressed in a white button up shirt and tie. He would’ve looked sharp if not for the awkward way his casts made his arms look like wings. He sat in an armchair in front of a row of cameras and lights. The stage he was on resembled a living room, although that illusion only went as far as the fake hardwood floor beneath his feet. Beyond it was the rest of the studio, drawn into a heavy darkness to make the stage look brighter. Ankha and Isabelle were there to watch. He had been on the news plenty of times before as mayor, but never in a scenario so intimate. Him not being able to move his arms didn’t help.

Amelia was the armchair in front of him. They had rehearsed her questions and answers. Everyone knew what they were going to say and how to say it. Nice, smooth, and punctual. That’s how it should’ve been, yet Alex couldn’t help but notice Amelia’s eyes cutting towards his crotch whenever she thought he wasn’t paying attention. It was something he caught every other woman doing ever since his journey through the town. He wondered how well she would keep it together during their interview. Better than Ankha and Isabelle, he hoped.

The producer started a countdown. “And we’re on in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

“Hello everyone,” Amelia said into the camera with an even, mellow tone. “I’m here with Alex, our mayor, to ask some questions about a recent accident he suffered and his recovery.” She turned to him. “Thanks for coming today.”

“Thanks for having me.”

“Tell us, what happened that day? You were preparing for the upcoming Smash Tourney?”

“That’s right.” He told her the story as he remembered it, although he left out the part where it had been Ankha’s doing. No need to make a villain out of her, not after the special treatment she had given him since. Amelia nodded along and asked some more questions, letting him speak whenever he needed to. Her eyes remained fixed on his, but not without the severe urge to flash them down to the place everyone had been talking about.

“Recovery’s been going well?” she asked.

“Perfect, for now. It’s hard doing some stuff, and I hate relying on people for help, but I’m getting along just fine, I think.”

“That’s good to hear.” That was supposed to be the end of it. She would then thank him for his time again, he would thank her in turn, and finally she would turn to the camera and say that they would be back after some commercials.

She did none of that.

“The day you got out of the hospital, I heard you walked through town with your secretary and another woman. What happened?”

Alex expected her to say that. It was off script, but everyone knew she was going to ask it. It was time somebody actually addressed it. “Well, I had just woken up and gotten my casts on. My friends, Ankha and Isabelle, helped walk me through the town to show everyone that I was OK.”

“I see.” her eyes came down to where his dick was, still obscured by his pants, unfortunately. “I heard you showed some other things as well.”

A modest smile came to his face. “I did. I wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear.”

Amelia shifted in her seat. “So I’ve been told. Everyone’s talking about your cock. People are saying it’s the smallest they’ve ever seen.”

It was surreal hearing those words from a woman he had worked with in the past in such a professional manner. “That’s right. I showed it to everyone who was out that morning.”

“I hear it's adorable~”

He started to blush. “Yeah… All the girls say that, some guys too.”

She blushed too. “I’ve always wanted to see something like that, a cock that’s really little.”

Her eyes rolled up to meet his. She fluttered her eyelashes. He knew what she, and all of their viewers, wanted. “Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” she declared sharply, professionalism all but gone. “I mean, if you’d like.”

“I would.” He stood up. “Ankha?”

Ankha strode onto the stage, smiling coyly. One perk of not being able to open your fly is having someone else do it for you. She knelt down next to him and unbuttoned his pants. Amelia’s tail feather thumped the leather armchair excitedly. Down went his fly, followed by his pants. A pair of briefs covered in cutesy cartoon characters hugged his hips. Ankha slipped her fingers into the waistband and pulled them down sloooooooowly. Out came his tiny dingy, soft and unprepared, hidden behind the shy scrunch of his foreskin. Amelia’s eyes went wide. A chorus of gasps echoed through the studios. The woman bubbled with admiration. The men simmered with envy.

“That’s… Um… Wow. That’s beautiful, Alex.” Amelia struggled to say.

“Thank you.”

“I… Um…” She gulped. “May I… look more closely?”

Alex smiled. “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”

“Thanks,” she chuckled nervously, and crawled over on her knees, not something Alex ever expected to see such a beautiful woman do for him. She inspected his minute manhood with intense fascination. “God, it’s so cute. So small. I didn’t think dicks could get so tiny.”

Alex recalled when hearing somebody say that would’ve been an insult. “Thanks.”

“And you just go out there and show everybody this?”

“Well,” he smirked down at Ankha who was protectively clinging to his legs. “Not by choice, but if everyone loves it so much, I might start doing it.”

“I think I’d like that~” Amelia purred, coming even closer. She wasn’t a news anchor anymore. Her entire world had become that little prick of meat pointing at her so defiantly. She brought up her hand and held his weiner with two of her fingers. Alex gasped and felt himself growing hard, not that there was much of a difference. His foreskin peeled off of the head, and that was it for him.

“[i]Hyaaah~![/i]” He spurted in her grasp once, twice, three times, four times. Each one was as mighty as the last, and happened to make home on her face and chest. She winced and flinched away once the first spurt splatted on her cheek, but she quickly warmed to it and continued stroking him, enjoying the warmth of each pearl as they landed on the exposed top slope of her bosom. His legs nearly trembled out from beneath him, but Ankha was there to hold him up and rub his thighs soothingly. “[i]Huhhh… Ahh… Thanks. Mmf~[/i]”

Amelia thought he was talking to her. “No, thank you. That was incredible. You’re a lucky, lucky man, Alex. Now everybody knows it~” She leaned in and kissed his cock, earning yet another tiny spit of cum that landed on her lips. She hummed with delight and came off of him. She looked over to her right and noticed that the cameras were still rolling. Behind the bright lights she could see the silhouettes of her coworkers and their dumbfounded expressions. Her face turned to shock once it dawned on her what she did, then back to blank stoicism as she rocketed back to her feet. She pretended like there wasn’t a constellation of white man syrup dotted across her face and tits. “Well, that’ll do it for us for now. We’ll be right back after a brief commercial break.”

The producer called “cut”, and the lights dimmed. Everyone was totally silent in the studio. What on earth was there to say? Ankha pulled up Alex’s underwear and pants. She patted him on the butt and kissed his cheek. “Good job out there~” she whispered into his ear.

He chuckled. “Thanks. Comes naturally.

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The interview hit record ratings unlike the station had ever accomplished. If there was a single soul on the island that hadn’t known about Alex’s tiny dick, they did now. The station even had viewers outside of the island, further spreading the news. Any and all trepidations Alex had about his puny weiner disappeared after the interview. As he suggested, he started making journeys into the town totally naked for everyone to see. He went into establishments ass naked, proud to show off what he had, or rather lacked. The townsfolk showed their appreciation with many compliments and pictures, even a few selfies. His approval ratings skyrocketed among women, by no coincidence whatsoever. Of course, Isabelle and Ankha showed him the most love, ambushing him everytime he came home and showering him with the heat of their bodies.

Weeks passed and his arms finally healed, much to his delight and Ankha’s dismay. She had spoiled herself with his company, forgetting what it was like to be so close with anyone else. She had dreaded the day his casts would come off, freeing him and making her services redundant. It finally came, and she begrudgingly prepared to be told that she wasn’t needed anymore. It came as a tremendous surprise and delight once Alex told her that she could stick around for as long as she liked. “What, do you think I’m just gonna kick you out after everything you’ve done? Come on, I’m not a monster. Why don’t you and Isabelle move in with me? Why ruin something so beautiful?” She didn’t argue. While fighting back tears of joy, she accepted his offer and thanked him with a rompous dick riding.

In spite of the strange new habits and public opinion, business went on as usual. Alex did his mayoral duties as he always did. He signed bills, attended events (with his clothes on, mind you), and took care of the people’s needs (whether he wore clothes depended on the need). He entered his office one day to take care of the day’s business. Isabelle was outside at her own desk, her usual spot. While the two of them had grown quite used to being naked around each other, the office was no place to be distracted. They both wore their work clothes and remained professional. That would be up until they got home, when all scruples, and clothes, were stripped away.

Alex whistled to himself as he walked around to the backside of his desk. On a drawer next to the wall was a small television. He turned it on. It was tuned to a news station on the mainland, one that was staffed entirely by humans. He never paid much attention to what was going on. The meaningless drone of voices and music helped him focus on his work. Rarely did anything happen to ever catch and hold his attention. He sat down at his chair and took a deep breath. [i]Back to the old grind.[/i]

He didn’t make it far. He heard his name on the TV. “In other news, one of the mayors of the islands has had a recent episode where he’s been seen walking around totally nude!” Alex snapped his head up and looked at the TV. He hastily rolled over on his chair and turned up the volume. A blonde woman spoke into the camera, an amused look on her face. “This is after he suffered an injury while practicing for the upcoming Smash Tournament. Reasons for this are unknown, but some speculate it's due to head trauma he may have suffered.”

“Isabelle?” he called out, his concern audible.

“Yeah?” Isabelle called back.

“Come here.”

She opened the door and stood in the doorway. She wore a modest office skirt and blazer over a white shirt. “What is it?”

He waved her over curtly. “Look at this. They’re talking about me on the news.”

She walked over and stood next to him, tilting her head while she waited for them to mention him. What came first was an image of him, totally nude, a fat black bar covering his waist. He looked totally carefree, smiling from ear to ear. His skin was ghostly pale in the sunlight. Isabelle gasped. “Oh no.”

Alex bit his nails as he awaited what they would say next. It wasn’t kind. “Reports say that the mayor has done this repeatedly, and although our sources are sketchy, we’ve been told that his penis is very, very [i]small.[/i]” The anchor cracked up on that last word. Alex’s heart plummeted into his gut. He heard the soft cackles of the other people in the studio behind the cameras. “I guess I admire his bravery,” the anchor joked. “But if you’re gonna show off, at least have something worth showing. I mean, come on.” The earrings dangling from her ears bounced as she laughed. She hid her giggles with the papers in front of her. “I’m sorry.”

But the damage was done. Alex slumped forward in his seat, hiding his reddening face in his hands. Shame made his stomach queasy and his cock shrivel into itself. “Noooo…” he groaned.

Isabelle felt guilty. She was to blame for this, and she knew it. She squatted down next to him, laying her paw on his belly. “Hey, don’t listen to them, alright? They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Alex heard the anchor’s laughter much more clearly than he did Isabelle’s reassuring words. “But humans like big dicks. That’s why they're laughing. That’s why I was so ashamed in the beginning. God…” The embarrassment was making his stomach churn. It also made his dick hard, as if the spreading knowledge of his cock’s inferiority made it want to prove people wrong. His tip grinded against the inner fabric of his briefs, making him wince. More laughter came from the TV, intensifying his shame and with it his erection.

Isabelle knew she had to say something else, but couldn’t think of anything. What would she want someone to say to her in that situation? What [i]could[/i] you say to someone in that situation? She couldn’t do it alone. Without Alex seeing, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent a text to Ankha:

Isabelle: Alex was on the human news they talked about his baby dick come over here and help me cheer him up

Seconds later, Ankha replied.

Ankha: On my way

Ankha showed up within minutes. She ran to the office and found Alex slumped back in his chair, a look of pure defeat on his face. Isabelle had unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. His boyish underwear remained on. She was rubbing his bare chest, trying to ease his misery. She looked behind her and saw Ankha. “Hey,” she said.

“Hey. Are they still talking about him?”

“Yeah…” Alex answered for her.

Ankha walked over to the other side of the chair. They had turned the TV to a different channel, but that didn’t spare Alex the ridicule. The story was the same: Island mayor rocks out with his cock out, even though it’s the tiniest thing in existence. The human news crew thinks it's the funniest thing in existence. Anger boiled inside of Ankha. She wanted to swipe her claws across the throat of any bastard who dared to laugh at the man she loved. But, there was something more important to take care of. That same man was feeling miserable and ashamed. More than Isabelle, she felt a great amount of guilt. All of this was a result of her poor decision making and refusal to confront her feelings. Even after she had been made his caretaker, she still failed to confess her true love for Alex, and here he was suffering all because of it.

She squatted down next to the chair and joined in on rubbing his belly. “Shhhhhh, don’t you mind them one bit. We love your little cock more than anything. What do those stupid humans know?”

He frowned at her. “I’m a human.”

She realized her mistake, but quickly recovered. “I know, but you’re more of an animal than any other that I know. More manly too~ I wouldn’t trade you for any other human in the world.” She grabbed his briefs and peeled them back down to reveal his cock, already hard as a diamond and leaking precum. It looked like whatever shame he felt was blanketed over by his heavy arousal. Ankha smiled. “There we go. That’s what I like to see.” Her and Isabelle’s paw went down to it in tandem. They tickled it with the very tips of their fingers, a trick they had learned to prolong his pleasure before his inevitable and violent climax. He sucked through his teeth. Another bead of precum slipped free. “You just ignore what those mean ol’ news people have to say and focus on us, OK?”

That proved difficult as more laughter rang from the television. Pictures of his nudity appeared on the screen. A single fat pixel sat over his pelvis, marking where his miniscule penis was. They didn’t have to show it in order to get across just how pathetic it was. The anchors continued their commentary.

“Is he on drugs?”

“I don’t know if he’s brave or just stupid.”

“I was bigger than that the day I was born.”

“I don’t think he’s impressing too many women on that island.”

He took solace in the fact that the latter comment was false. He had two of the most handsome women he knew worshiping his cock zealously. He had become the envy of every man in town. The women wanted him, and they let him know it. Ankha’s grip on his cock tightened. Alex’s face contorted as he felt the pleasure land on his cock like a sledgehammer. “[i]Haahhhh~!!![/i]” Out came his seed, zipping up into the air from his lap before plummeting back down onto his pants. A deep purr rumbled from Ankha’s throat. She pulled her face right up to that seminal geyser and lapped her tongue against it. Alex shuddered in his seat as more and more cum came spewing out of him. Isabelle joined in, lapping at that tiny dingy and turning it into a throbbing beacon of delight. Their faces were the direct recipient of his spurts, something they both savored thoroughly.

[i]Bzzrrt-bzzrrt![/i]

The three of them jolted as they heard Alex’s phone buzz loudly on his desk. He looked over behind him and made to get up and get it, but Isabelle stopped him. “I got it.” She walked over to the desk, face dripping with cum, and checked to see who was texting him. The ID read “Mom”. She showed it to him and said who it was.

Alex’s feet went cold. “Oh no… Give it here.” She brought it over to him. He unlocked the phone and read the message.

Mom: Alex sweety! I saw you on the news today! What happened??? Why are you walking around the island all naked??? Is your peepee really that small?????

Alex rubbed his forehead. “Aw, geez. I should’ve seen this coming too. Crap.”

“What did she say?” Ankha asked. He showed her the message. She read it and frowned. “Oh. Yeah, that’s not good.”

“What do I tell her?”

“The truth,” Isabelle said. “Say the people saw your little dick and loved it, so you started showing it off. Everyone loves you for it, especially the women.”

Alex tried to see if that would work. He gave her a summary of what happened, omitting the part where he had been dragged through town outside of his will.

Mom: Are you sure? The women aren’t just making fun of you, are they? What about the guys? Are you sure having a peepee that small is healthy? Is everything alright with your mental health?

Ankha read the message as it came in. She didn’t appreciate the way his mother didn’t believe him outright. [i]He’s your son. He wouldn’t lie to you.[/i] It seemed the greatest source of her disbelief was that the women on the island loved his tiny dick. Humans just didn’t seem to get it. Ankha was gonna prove her wrong. “Stand up,” she told Alex curtly.

“What?”

“I said stand up. Now.” She cupped her paw underneath his armpit and lifted him to his feet. She grabbed his bottoms and pulled them down to his ankles. “C’mere, Isabelle. Let’s take a picture and show momma there’s nothing to worry about~”

Isabelle smiled. “Good idea~” She came over to the other side of Alex and kneeled down. The two women hugged their faces to the flanks of his hips.

Ankha held her paw out and gestured with her fingers. “Give it to me.”

Alex gave her the phone reluctantly. “What are you gonna do?”

“Just watch~” She opened the camera and turned on the face cam. She held her arm out and aimed it at them. There was Alex’s exposed crotch, sandwiched by a pair of pretty faces dotted with his cum. The two women smiled and snapped a selfie. Ankha held the phone up for him. “Send that to her. Tell her the ladies are loving you and that you’re doing just fine.”

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdly lewd self-portrait she had taken. “I guess this will settle her nerves. She’s always been hounding me to get a girlfriend.”

“Well, now you have two.” Ankha crawled over on her knees to in front of him. She cradled his teensy scrotum with her fingertips. “Take all the photos you want. Let her know just how much you’re being loved.”

He gave her an uncertain look. “Loved?”

She smiled up at him. “Yeah. Loved.” She leaned in and smooched his cock, earning a sharp gasp and spurt of cum.

“Ahahhhh~ Yeah… You got it… Hehe… I love you too.” Alex sent the photo, just as Ankha’s tail flicked behind her into a triumphant flurry.

Alex: Don’t worry about me, mom. I’ve got two lovely girls who take care of me and worship my cock. I’m doing just fine here.

Typing that up was hard as Ankha went to town on his cock, suckling on it like a straw with her eyes closed and her back arched. Isabelle massaged his butt and lower back, wagging her tail. She stood up and pressed her bosom to his shoulder. She kissed and licked at his cheek. His mom responded.

Mom: Oh wow! They are pretty! I guess things are different over there. Girls like little peeps huh? Well I guess that makes you a pornstar! You’ve got the teeniest little thing I’ve ever seen! They must think it’s so cute! You haven’t grown since I changed your diapers!

Of course she meant well, but Alex still felt the dagger of humiliation bury itself into his chest. Luckily, Ankha and Isabelle were there to make it all feel better. Ankha slurped on him greedily, drawing out a steady procession of orgasms that threatened to knock him on his ass. Speaking of, Isabelle palmed his and continued smooching his face, leaving behind fat lipstick marks up and down his cheek, jowl, and neck. He took more photos and selfies. There was Ankha, worshiping that itty bitty prick of his like a nun at the altar, a look of pure starvation on her face as she dined on his cum and lathered it across her beautiful face and chest. He captured his face as it was mauled by Isabelle’s fat lips. When all was said and done, there would be over two dozen lipstick stains across his neck and face. He sent it all to his mother, who continued to praise her son for accomplishing all of that with such a tiny weiner.

With all of that happening to him at once, he remembered how awful it was getting walked through town with his willy out, how much pain he had been through when he broke his arms, and how much it stung to hear his fellow humans laugh about his cock. Then he remembered the lovely comments he received from the men and women in town, how one of the most respected women on the island had his cum on her face on live television, how much his approval ratings had soared, and how two women he loved now loved him back and worshiped him like a master.

He thought about it all very deeply, and decided that maybe, just maybe, he had it alright after all.

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