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Seth had been eying the bizarre looking sex shop ever since it had gone up about a month ago. It wasn't your run-of-the-mill adult store with inoffensive decor at its front windows with a mildly sensual logo above the front door. This place was downright gaudy and gothic, unlike anything Seth had ever seen. It filled a vacancy in the strip mall only a few blocks from Seth's apartment. It replaced the facade with a wall of faux bricks, something like he had seen Hot Topic do at their locations. It stood out like a sore thumb, smack dab in the middle of a row of modern looking buildings no more unique than the one next to them. Lurid was the name of the place, and an apt one too. Its name was emblazoned over the front door in bold black letters. Not the most assuming looking font, but what sat beneath it in the windows more than made up for it. Short of showing the heavy stuff like dildos, there were porcelain mannequins dressed in leather corsets, gimp suits, and string underwear. The wielded whips and crop riders. One of them had a red ball gag crudely fastened over its mouth. Lurid had no qualms with what it was: the raunchiest and naughtiest place in town. Come and get your gear here.

Seth had wanted to visit the place ever since it had opened, but naturally had a hard time mustering the chutzpah to actually do it. He wasn't the overtly horny type of guy to go into a place like that and purchase the items of his dreams. That's not to say he didn't have his fantasies, some vanilla, others not. He physically fit the mold of someone who seemed like they would enjoy toying with themselves. He was a bunny rabbit, short and with a lithe frame unburdened by almost any fat. His fur was a glowing white across his body until it turned into a dark purple on top of his scalp. Flanking his bright violet hair were two enormous ears he either kept erect above him, or folded down against his neck meekly. He had a face as soft as his cottony bunny tail. His nose was pink like cotton candy and his eyes were a similar shade of purple as his hair. He was short and slight of build, but made up for it with a nicely cut physique which he usually kept covered in baggy clothes.

It was an early Sunday morning when he found himself in the parking lot in front of the shop, sitting in the driver seat of his car with a contemplative look on his face. He tapped his index fingers on the steering wheel and mulled his lips around. He had driven all the way here after having firmly decided that it was time to give the place a visit. Now that it was here, staring him in the face, he found himself solidly planted in his seat. Just go, he kept chanting in his mind, only to remain where he was. Yeah, but what if someone I know is in there? Or sees me go in? The idea of being identified in such an ill-reputable place filled him with a sense of dread. He told himself that people weren't as judgy as that, and that he wouldn't judge anyone who went in there either. Still, he could hear the jeers and gossip already. Did you hear Seth went to a sex shop. What a perv!

He sighed. He knew it was ludicrous. After burning some gas to get here, he had to go through with it. He looked around the parking lot. It was mostly empty. He narrowed his eyes and peered into the shop. He didn't see anything other than the neon OPEN in one of the windows, right above what was a poor mannequin completely covered in leather. None of the other stores were busy, so Lurid couldn't have had that many people other than whoever was manning it. He took a deep breath. It was time to go.

He got out of the car and waltzed to the front door. His paws were buried deep in the pocket of his hoodie. He contemplated pulling the hood up, but decided that it would make him even more conspicuous. He opened the front door to the merry ring of a bell. Presented in front of him was an elaborate display of toys, outfits, gear, and movies fit for any and all of the kinkiest shoppers. The window displays fell woefully short of the selection inside. He saw racks of dildos ranging from middle finger sized studs to rockets of silicone as thick as his calf. Crop riders and whips were hung from the walls with care alongside various styles of leather gimp suits. There was a section dedicated to chastity belts. A glass viewing table had an entire magazine of butt plugs ranging in some of the most wild shapes, sizes, and colors. There were beads, vibrators, nipple clamps, gags, poppers, movies, straps, blindfolds, and every other suggestive thing the horny mind could imagine.

Seth stood there, eyes wide, completely stuck. He wasn't quite sure how to react. Disgust? No, this was the kind of stuff he was into. Shock? It was a sex shop. What did he expect? Excitement? Yeah, but it was a little too daunting to get him too uppity. The question most pressing at that moment was Where do I even start? He caught the attention of the shopkeeper who was standing behind the front desk. He was a portly panda, minding his business on his phone. He had been watching Seth stand there gawking for a few seconds before he eventually waved. "Hello there!" he called out. "Can I help you?"

Seth blinked and looked over at the gentleman. He hadn't even seen him. It wasn't anybody Seth recognized, much to his relief. "Hello!" Seth said with a meager hand wave. "Just... lookin' around."

"Help yourself," the man said with a polite smile. "Ask if you have any questions."

Seth said thanks and took the next few steps deeper into that dungeon of debauchery. He got up close with the most intimidating of toys, trying to get himself acclimated to the sight of them. He relaxed somewhat, but he didn't think he would ever be perfectly comfortable being next to a veiny black rubber cock while a fat panda lingered nearby. He passed through the DVD section, home to some very cartoonish and revealing covers of mostly naked men and women performing lewd sex acts. He meandered the place aimlessly, rabbit ears folded against the back of his head. Finally he blundered into the place he had been thinking about the most. In an aisle near the back of the store were the chastity cages. They came in the greatest variety of materials, sizes, shapes, and locks. There were stainless steel penis cells, plastic cock traps, rubber ball cuffs. Seth felt the most at home here. Among a place of forced abstinence, he felt his penis stiffening out of its sheath. A tinge of red had risen to his cheeks. He was aware of the fact that he was loitering here the longest, probably to the notice of the panda behind the desk.

With the image of his diminutive penis crammed into a stainless steel coffin rendering him horny as ever, he grabbed the nearest cage off of its rack. It was a shiny metal cage with a cap on its end the shape of a cone. A tiny opening was at its tip. An adjustable ring hung below the cage itself for wringing the wearer's balls. A tiny brass lock hung from it. There was no key. Cradling it in his paws he walked up to the front desk. His heart was racing. He fought back a stupid grin. The panda was behind the register on his phone when Seth plopped it on the desk in front of him. "I'll be taking this."

The panda looked up from his phone and saw what it was. He braced for some mocking. "Alright! Did you find everything you needed?" he asked amiably instead.

"Yeah," Seth said, starting to relax. "I did."

"Good. I'll ring this up for you and get the key." He picked the lock up and checked the tag. "I'll be right back." He stepped away and disappeared into the backroom, leaving Seth alone.

Seth waited quietly, giving the shop another look. What caught his eye was a very nice looking ornament which was displayed on the wall in front of him. Behind a glass display window was what looked kind of like a dreamcatcher of some sort. It was a sun shaped decoration like a crest or seal. Golden spikes serrated its edges, wrapping around a wooden center which was engraved by an elaborate looking rune. Hanging from it were some colorful cords which had tassels at their ends. Seth didn't know what to make of it. Maybe it was just some family coat of arms or something.

The panda came back with the tiny key which was inside of a small plastic bag. "And here's the key! Don't lose it or else you'll never be able to take that thing off!"

Seth didn't say how exciting of a prospect that sounded. "Really?"

The panda laughed. "Nah. We got tons of spares. They're super easy to pick too, although I won't ruin the magic by tellin' ya how to do it." He rang Seth up and told him the cost. Seth paid with his card and put the cage in a discreet plastic bag.

"Hey, what's that thing on the wall there?" he asked, pointing to the flashy object on the wall.

The panda turned to look at it. "Oh, that's just a magical relic for sex wishes. Give it a wish and it'll make it come true."

He said it like it was the most monotonous sounding thing. Seth chuckled. "Have you tried it?"

"No, but I know people who have. They had their wildest fantasies fulfilled, or they made their dicks bigger, which is usually the case. Anything you want to happen to you it'll do for you, so long as it has something to do with sex. All you gotta do is tell it." He was completely deadpan. If it was about anything else, Seth would've thought he was being serious.

He was beginning to hope he was. "Is it for sale?"

The panda lifted his eyebrow. "It is. You want it?"

Scenes of very raunchy scenarios and blessed anatomy passed through Seth's mind. Any fantasy of his, and it would come true. "Yeah," he said finally. "How much is it?"

The panda didn't answer. He merely stared at the curious bunny thoughtfully. "Y'know, I've never actually put a price on it." He walked up to the case and opened it up, creaking the door on its brass hinges. He pulled the crest out. Its cords swung down below it. "Nobody's ever believed me about what it does." His eyes cut up at Seth. "Do you?"

Seth gulped. "I want to."

The panda looked back down at the crest. "Well, you can. Like I said, I've had guys use one of these things and brag about the sex they had later or about how big their dicks had gotten." He shook his head. "I was too scared. I always thought it would backfire on me somehow. I've been holding on to it ever since I got it. Didn't know what to do with it." He sounded sentimental, but also afraid, like it was some bogeyman from his childhood he looked back on with some sort of morbid nostalgia.

It only made Seth want it more. "How much do you want for it?"

The panda looked up at him. "Well, I don't know." He scratched his head. "For real, I think I might just give it to you. I'm not doing anything with it, and I think it'd be better off in someone else's hands. You really want it?"

Seth wasn't about to let this opportunity slip up. He nodded hard, flopping his bunny ears. "Yeah."

The panda held it out to him. "Knock yourself out, buddy."

Seth took it from him. The gold trimming was cold against his paw pads. It was heavy near its center where the rune was engraved into the mahogany wood. The colorful cords hanging from its bottom were soft between his fingers. "Wow," he whispered. "Thanks."

"No problem. Just uhhh... Be careful with it, alright?"

Seth didn't look at him. He was too enraptured by the elaborate design. "Yeah, I will."

"And I guess be careful what you wish for."

Seth knew exactly what he was going to wish for. It was going to be a dream come true if it worked. "Yeah. I got it." He thanked the panda one more time and headed to his car. He had totally forgotten about the chastity cage which was still in the bag hanging from his paw. He walked out the parking lot, his eyes locked on his new acquisition like a person on their phone. He got into his car and gently laid the relic on the passenger seat. He drove the rest of the way home very slowly, so as not to disturb it.

* * *

Seth spent the next few days playing with his cage. His cock and balls fit into it nicely. The cold stainless steel pressing into his sheath effectively rendered his penis nonexistent. He went out in public with it, wincing and blushing every time he heard the lock clang inside of his underwear. He kept the key in a bag under a pile of clothes in his closet so that it would be difficult to get to should he decide to take it off anytime. He vowed to wear it for a whole week, something that became more and more difficult as he felt his balls begin to swell with excess cum.

The artifact, meanwhile, stayed on his dresser. He stared at it some nights, building the urge to tell it his greatest sexual desire. A mixture of apprehension and doubt kept him silent. It would either work and he would regret it, or it wouldn't and he would feel stupid. So instead he stuck with his bitty cage, admiring his firmly stuffed weenie in the mirror and teasing himself with his finger. The stymied erections made him wonder what else could be done with the cage. What would happen when he took it off and masturbated? What would happen if he told someone about it, or even showed them? What would a handsome stud think?

His train of questions would lead him back to the artifact. Any desire, any fantasy. He picked it up one day and reexamined the rune. He touched it and the smooth wood it was carved into. He could just say the words right now and find out for himself if it was real. Start with something small. It could be reversed, right? He pictured himself living through those fantasies. His body was altered per his wishes, something he put on for show for a great many handsome men. Pictures would be taken and sent to friends. It would be the talk of the town. Everyone would want to see it. Nobody would believe it until they saw it themselves.

It could all happen if he just said the word. He was in his bedroom, holding the relic out in front of him like a camera. He stared hard into the central rune. His penis was already getting hard from the excitement alone. Would it still be able to even do that after what he was about to wish for? It was time to find out. Seth closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes opened. When he spoke, his words came out quickly, one after the other. "I wish I had a tiny penis that everyone got to see."

Silence followed. For several moments, nothing happened. He expected there to be a magic poof! of colorful smoke coming out of his pants. The smoke would clear to reveal a miraculously tiny peen jutting from his loins. None of the sort happened. He just stood there with the relic in his paws, staring at it like an idiot. He definitely felt like one. He slumped his arms down and groaned with his head drooped back. I can't fucking believe I bought that guy's story. He tossed the relic onto his bed, twirling it through the air and cycloning its cords around until it bounced on his mattress. He sat down at his desk in front of his computer, slouched back in the chair with a disappointed look on his face. Guess I'll stick with the cage for now. He absentmindedly reached down to grope himself, a habit he had formed ever since he put the cage on. His fingers closed around the hard metal, but found that something was... off. The head of the cage wasn't sitting on the end of his sheathe like it usually was. He felt the metal jostle off of his skin, something it shouldn't have done given how small it was.

Frowning, he backed his chair away from the desk and opened his fly. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, revealing his bare crotch and thighs. The cage was in its usual spot, right on top of his measly manhood. Instead of capping his fruit, however, it was starting to slide off of him. "The fuck?" He saw the metal ring that had gripped his scrotum was no longer as stuffed as it had been. His fuzzy white sack wasn't choked anymore. Parts of it weren't even touching the ring. He grabbed the cage and pulled on it. To his surprise, it slid off with only a slight effort. What it revealed made his lavender eyes go wide. He could barely see it. If he didn't think to look for it, he wouldn't have seen it.

His dick and balls were slowly shrinking.

"Oh shit!" His already nubby sheath was plummeting back down into his crotch. His balls were falling down too. The scrotum around them was deflating like an untied balloon. He noticed a sensation like a sharp electric buzz running through his loins, making the tip of his red penis poke itself out of him. It was hard as a rock, looking ready to reach its full size. It could try, but it wasn't going to. Its length plummeted inch by inch. What was already a miniscule pecker was slowly becoming an infinitesimal prick, practically the thorn of a rose. His balls turned into marbles, barely making any bulges in his shriveled bag of skin. Heat rose to Seth's cheeks. It's working! He would've squealed his excitement right there if not for the magic happening in front of him that kept him quiet.

For a brief moment he feared his cock would vanish into his body, leaving nothing behind but a flat plain of white fur beneath a wiry thatch. Fortunately the shrinking stopped, but the damage had been done. Cock, dick, penis, none of those words were fitting for what Seth now had. A skrunkly needle of hot red flesh was all his little ding dong was, a pathetic pee pee if there ever was one. His nuts were just that, nuts, raisins even. He could've covered it all with his finger if he wanted to. There was no way the cage was going back on it. He doubted there existed a cage anywhere small enough for him now. It was the most pitiful thing he had ever seen.

He fucking loved it. He clenched his fists in front of his face so hard that they shook. The word "yes" was on the tip of his tongue, ready to blurt out as a celebratory shout. It was everything he had ever hoped it would be: a tiny little peen worth the most humiliating ridicule and derision. He already heard the insults. Shrimp dick. Baby dick. Needle dick. Every harsh phrase in the book, he wanted them thrown his way. Now he more than had the tools to deserve it. He reached out for it and touched it with just the tips of his fingers. The soft pad of his index and middle fingers slid across the underside of his teeny weenie.

"Huuhhhhh!" A violent shiver rolled through him, throwing him back in his chair. His knees shot upwards. A sharp gasp inflated his lungs. His already ruddy cheeks turned blood red. That small, insignificant touch zapped him with the sudden pleasure of a near-orgasm. It blossomed across his nethers like a lit flame, burning hot throughout his lower body. It made his thighs clench together and his tummy tremble. Not just small, it was apparently extremely sensitive. He didn't know it, but the magic had worked to shrink his penis, but not the many nerve endings cramped inside of it. He had effectively given himself a clitoris, fitting for something so small and cute.

"Holy shit... Holy shit. Fuck." It was all too perfect. Tiny and sensitive? Perfect for ridicule. No man would've given him the time of day. He dared to touch it again. "Nnnnnnn~" He bit his buck tooth into his lip. He barely stroked himself, but that was enough to make a glassy bead of precum bleed out. His lips trembled and contorted. Pleasure wobbled his thighs and glowed in his butt. His bitty cottontail jittered and flicked. The first moan escaped him, sounding like a woman's. "Oh... Oh... Oh God..." His voice cracked and wavered. The joy was so sharp and intense, if his contact had been any more assertive, he would've cum right then and there. Instead he stroked it as softly as he could, trying to get a feel of just how touchy it was.

The answer was extremely. Not a full minute into his masturbation and he came. A shuddering whimper bellowed out of him. His legs kicked back up, held together by his pants clinging to his knees. He jostled and shook on the chair, mouth agape, letting loose a very guttural chorus of moans, gasps and whimpers. The pleasure was like a volcano erupting, launching a fiery catastrophe of brimstone and ash. The same could not be said about his little prick which mustered nothing more than a handful of watery drops of fetid man milk. It oozed down his throbbing needle and dripped off his puny sack. By the time it stopped there were no more than a few droplets of milk on the sheet cushion, unable to even register a noticeable smell.

Even as it ended Seth couldn't stop shaking and moaning. His face was twisted by what could've been grief. Moans ebbed out of him completely outside of his control. A steady vibration ran through his buttocks. It wouldn't stop, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't breathe right. "Uhhh... God... Oh God..." His reaction didn't show it too well, but he was beyond pumped up. Just like the panda had said, his fantasy was coming true. He looked down at his paltry peen and managed a smile. It was beautiful in a sick and twisted kind of way. Something he had dreamed of for so long was right in front of him, currently dripping with cum. With a very shaky pair of legs, he slid his pants off and took his shirt off. He grabbed his phone and went to the bathroom for a series of selfies in the mirror. Besides just having a mini-member, he looked more effeminate in his posing. His cheeks were still blushed and his ass seemed to have a slight jut to it. That relic and the orgasm it helped foster must've unlocked something in him, something that had been deeply buried. Now it was out, and here he was grabbing evidence of it on his phone. He sat on the toilet scrolling through the pics he had taken. Looking at it from an outside perspective was even more bizarre. He could only imagine what a boy would think.

He had to find out.

* * *

The art studio Seth visited wasn't that far away from Lurid, coincidentally. A quick search online helped him find it. The studio advertised positions for nude models. Need some quick cash? Come in and pose for us. Anyone's welcome! Seth wondered how many athletic and well-hung studs braved the platform so that their bodies could be admired. He also wondered how many baby-dicked twinks went up there. Not that many, he figured. He called the studio to see if there was an opening, and there was. He was given a date to show up. His time until then was spent going to as many public places as he could, feeling emboldened by his severe lack of masculinity. He went to the gym and hit the showers. He "accidentally" let his towel slip while in the company of several hunky men wielding poles far more impressive than his. The immediate reaction was usually laughter. Snickers and scoffs would echo around him wherever he went. Even the men with less than average endowments felt like pornstars the moment they saw his abhorrent excuse for an organ. The humiliation was palpable, making his knees knock and his face turn red.

Not that either of those symptoms were rare by this point. The barest brushes against his shaft generated some of the sharpest bites of pleasure. The tightly woven nerves in his pee pee were susceptible to even the most subtle intrusions, often making him gasp and shudder. His cheeks were constantly red and his thighs had a habit of jiggling. People who came near him noticed how strange he acted. They asked what the hell was wrong with him, if he had a stick up his ass. He said he didn't, but thought that maybe a plug would've been nice.

He showed up at the art studio a half hour before he was supposed to be on the platform. Just getting there had been a struggle, both thanks to his frayed nerves and the sudden edging he would experience at least every two minutes. He staggered into the building and found a ring of easels surrounding a small white platform where he would soon be standing for everyone to see his microdick. A few people were there already, chatting amiably or browsing their phones. They were the typical type seen in those kinds of environments, people who wore piercings, dyed their hair blue, wore oddly shaped glasses, and tatted themselves liberally. To his delight, a few of them were some very handsome boys harboring broad shoulders and bulging crotches. The knowledge that they would be seeing his little grub almost made him cum right there.

The art instructor was a buff ram behind a desk near the back of the studio. His name was Mr. Fraser, and he was almost overflowing out of his sweater with his goliath chest muscles. The pants he wore clung to his rocky glutes like a wetsuit. Most glaring was the fat bulge of his cock. Seth felt himself blush harder as he approached him, trying and failing to keep his eyes off of his pecs. He spotted him approaching and flashed him a smile. "Hello there! Can I help you?"

"Yes sir! I'm Seth, we talked over the phone. I'm here to model for the class."

Instantly his smile faltered. It recovered somewhat, but not soon enough for Seth to pick up on his change in mood. "Oh," he said flatly. "Seth. That's right. Umm..." He looked him up and down, double checking to see if he was real. His horizontal pupils came up to his, looking very uncertain. Seth knew what he was thinking. There's no way he's gonna look good on that platform, not somebody this scrawny. "OK. Just... wait around here for a few minutes. There are towels in the bathroom. You can undress there and get ready." He sounded like a teacher informing a parent that their children were failing in class. The pitying tone of his voice made Seth's tail crumple.

"O-OK. Thank you." He scurried off to where he had pointed to the bathroom. Inside of it there was a stack of fluffy white towels folded on top of the toilet tank. He stripped down to the nude and saw how his baby prick was already leaking precum. The artists weren't going to like the sight of that. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back into the studio. The first thing he noticed was how cool the AC was against his bare chest, making his nipples go stiff. His weenie shriveled up and threatened to retreat back into his sheath, staying out thanks to the excitement of being so bare around so many strangers. One artist looked up from his phone and noticed him. He frowned, and whispered to his friend next to him. He looked too, and soon everyone else was staring at the mostly nude bunny who dared to exhibit himself in that studio.

On a bodily level, he felt incredibly small. Surely every person in there was used to painting handsome studs, the kind who bristled with taut, sinewy muscle and had cocks hanging close to their knees. Shrimps like him weren't supposed to be there, especially not when he had a dingaling fit to make a woman feel hung. Face blazing, he wandered over to a nearby stool and sat down, conscious of the many frowns and snickers directed his way. After a few minutes' wait the studio filled out with about two dozen students. There wasn't an easel outside of the platform that didn't have someone ready to create something behind it. Most of them were boys, all of whom he was certain were exceedingly more manly than him, not that there could've even been a comparison. The few girls in the class weren't much bigger than him in stature, but to say they had seen dicks more impressive than his was a forgone conclusion.

Eventually Mr. Fraser got up from his desk and called everyone's attention. "Hello, everyone! Glad you could make it tonight." He walked into the circle and stood next to the platform. "Today we'll be painting a nude model. Seth has volunteered to come and stand for us."

He took that as a cue to walk into the circle and onto the platform. Even on that elevated position, he looked small next to the muscular instructor. Just a few feet away from Seth, he looked uncomfortable. He clasped her fingers in front of his chest and gulped. He could feel the omnidirectional stare of the class around him. He saw unimpressed grimaces and unbelieving smirks. Behind him were more snickers and scoffs. He thought he heard the words "out of his mind". He was starting to agree. No turning back now.

"Now everyone here's done a model before, but none with a physique as..." The following pause was ever so brief, yet all the more palpable. "...unique as Seth's but I'm sure you all can figure out something to make it work. I'll be happy to walk around and help you with anything you need." He turned and looked at Seth. He gave him a forced smile. "You can undress whenever you're ready."

He was as ready as he'd ever be. He let loose a soft sigh, then ripped the band-aid off by letting go of the towel. It slumped down his slender legs, forming a crumpled ring around his ankles. He felt the kiss of cool, indoor air brush across his peen, eliciting a sharp chill and a drop of precum. At once, everyone in front of him and on his flanks snapped their eyes on his bitty tool. Gasps rolled through his audience. Some of them didn't even register what they were looking at immediately, until eventually their eyes went round and their jaws dropped.

"Oh my God," rang out a voice, loud and unwithheld. Such a rude intrusion would've earned the ire of Mr. Fraser, a man who staunchly defended the belief that there was beauty in everything. Instead he remained struck, eyes popping, staring at that infinitesimal nub of meat which dripped its product unbearably close to him. His eyes swung down, following that glass of precum as it plipped onto the platform. His horrified gaze stayed there for several seconds, before he resumed eye contact with the feeble bunny. He didn't say anything. He stood there staring at him like he was some sort of anomaly, then calmly walked away, leaving him alone in the center of a very interested ring of onlookers.

The humiliation gripped his heart like an iron gauntlet, generating yet another shiver across his thighs and butt. His red face turned redder. His lips began to tremble. Still, with what very, very, very little amount of dignity he could muster, he struck a pose for them. He held his arms akimbo and thrusted out his scrawny chest. His puny pecker jutted out further too, although nobody saw any difference. That's not to say they weren't looking at it. By God had it grabbed their attention. Had it been a monstrous schlong it wouldn't have captured their imaginations like Seth's had. Reactions were mixed, if of equal magnitude. One guy laughed. Another swore. One fellow could only stare with his paw over his mouth. Some of them were angry. They had come here to see hunky men, not pathetic boy dicks. The unlucky few who were behind him couldn't resist getting up from their chairs to get a look. Reactions were much the same, ranging from gut-busting amusement to bitter disappointment.

"Mr. Fraser?" piped up one golden retriever. "Can I move spots?"

"Yeah!"

"Me too!"

"Please?"

Fraser was behind his desk, propping his elbow on his desk and holding his head like a defeated man. He waved them off with his hoof. "Go ahead."

They reacted in an instant, running for their easels and putting it in a good enough spot. When they were all settled, they pushed and shoved to get a good look at him, laughing and swearing amongst themselves. No longer a ring, Seth's audience had turned into a presentation, a TED Talk on tiny cock. He tried maintaining his pose, only to have the weight of so many eyes make his balance falter. He dared to glance at them. He caught the eye of a lemur fellow who looked very unamused. While he scraped away at his canvas with a stick of charcoal, he could only shake his head with disgust. He muttered something under his breath. Seth wasn't sure, but he thought it sounded something like "loser".

Much of the other guys were grinning like idiots. Happy to have some security in their endowments, they hastily scribbled away Seth's. Their mockery wasn't contained in the slightest. Immature jokes were tossed back willy-nilly. Shrimp dick. Little baby. Mouse. Millimeter. Since the day he was born. Those were just some of the phrases Seth heard. One of them peaked his phone out from his easel to snap a photo. He failed to turn his sound off, however, and the resulting clack of the artificial shutter rang out like a hand clap. With that precedent set, just about everyone else did the same, spending the next few moments to send it to their friends or post it online.

The girls were in on it too, giggling their heads off. He wasn't sure, but it looked as though that the prettier the girl was, the more brazen her laughter was. They snickered to each other, showing no more decency than any of the boys did. They asked each other if they had ever seen one so small. The answer was a unanimous no. To his relief, there was one girl who did not partake in the jerring, focusing instead on capturing his image as perfectly as she could. She was a slim cat with orange fur. Her eyes darted to and from his body, trying to engrave his likeness into both the linen and her mind. Suddenly she came to a stop, and she raised her paw, charcoal pencil between her fingers. "Mr. Fraser?"

The sheep jolted upright in his seat. He got up and sauntered over to the girl. "What is it?" he asked, clearly not wanting to be anywhere near that pathetic excuse of a model any longer than he needed to. The cat girl tapped something on her canvas and whispered a question. Mr. Fraser scoffed. "I don't know. Ask him yourself." He then walked back over to his desk, pissed that the girl had dared to call him over.

The girl pouted, then looked up at the bunny. He eyed her curiously, waiting to hear what she had to ask. She blurted it out. "Why is your dick so fucking small?"

Laughter rang out. Even the grumpy Fraser had himself a small chuckle. Any hope of having one professional soul in that entire building shattered like a vase and spilled to the floor as a thousand tiny shards. Seth's lips crumpled. Tears fought their way to the ducts, almost spilling out. He swallowed hard, and calmed his quivering lips. When he answered, his voice cracked. "I wished for it."

"What?"

"No fucking way."

"Get the fuck out of here."

"Jesus Christ..."

"Fuckin' loser."

As if it were unable to withstand any more of the abuse, his baby pecker retracted back into his sheath, becoming nothing but a little nub of fuzzy white fur.

"Hey! Where'd it go?"

"Bro, you're not fucking serious."

"Get back here!"

"Come on!"

"Let us see it!"

"Come on, baby dick!"

"Yeah, baby dick! Come on!"

"Do it, baby dick!"

"Baby dick!"

"Baby dick!"

"Baby dick! Baby dick! Baby dick! Baby dick! Baby dick!"

Some of them clapped, others pumped their arms. As their cruel chants echoed through the studio, Seth gave a panicked look down at his now invisible penis. "Come on!" he hissed. Several seconds of chanting and forced sexy thoughts failed to bring his buddy back. Out of desperation, he grabbed his sheath between his thumb and index finger. He could feel the dense meat inside, ready, but not willing, to show itself. He dared to rub it. Out it came, if just by the tip. It glistened in the light like a tongue, crowning from his sheathe like a hatching snake. He fingered his prick until finally it hit its zenith, once more in all of its pathetic glory.

Problems arose when he didn't stop rubbing in time.

"Eeeeyuuhhaaahhhhuuhhhhh~~~!!!" Seth's knees buckled, nearly giving out from beneath him. The squeal that echoed from his throat was as girlish as anything the women there would have produced. Ecstasy rippled across his loins and down his thighs and butt. His eyes crossed and rolled upwards. He bent at the waist, jutting out his jiggling butt cheeks. Cum that was barely any thicker than the precum he was producing splooged from his peen, falling onto the platform audibly. One, two, three pumps and he was done, although the spasms rumbling through his lower body and the stuttered whimpers would not stop and until long after.

"Ewwwww!"

"Noooooooo!"

"Aw fuck!"

"Ahhhh!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Some of the quicker students went to work immediately, adding his watery drivel to their paintings. More pictures were taken, including video. Among it all was even more laughter and derisive sneers.

"Get the fuck off the stage!" bellowed one unamused artist. The others chastised the heckler, eager to have their new favorite model stay up there for their amusement.

Seth stayed where he was, resuming his attempt at a power stance. He failed miserably. He assumed a feminine sway into his back that would not cease until after he left. His knees were knocked, vibrating as if ready to plummet at any moment. His shoulders were hunched. His tummy sucked into itself at random. The penis which had betrayed him only a few moments ago was now out and about where it would remain for as long as he needed it. The final attribute to his utterly defeated pose were the tears which trickled down his blood red cheeks. Nobody sympathized with him, not with the baby dicked bunny.

The following hour was an eternity, but it did end eventually. As soon as it did he hustled off of the platform with the towel glued to his waist. Someone had the courtesy of reminding him to "clean up that fucking mess" he had made. He just nodded and hurried into the bathroom. He came back with his clothes on and some paper towels. He got on his paws and knees and wiped up the alabaster puddles he had created, all the while some very handsome boys with bulging dicks smiled down at him like the worthless insect he was.

Artists compared and complemented each other's works. One big-busted puffin girl even showed him hers up close. With a sniffle, he complimented it and told her "good job". She thanked him, then pulled out her phone. She opened Twitter and showed him that she had already posted both her painting and one of the many videos she had taken. There he was on her screen, doubled over and whimpering while cum bled from his weenie. It already had 47 retweets and over 200 likes. "I got 13 new followers already!" she beamed. "Thanks Seth!"

"Yeah," he said meekly. "You're welcome."

As everyone began to file out, he approached Mr. Fraser to thank him for having him over and to apologize for the accident. Fraser was at his computer, sparing Seth no more attention than some noncommittal nods and scathing glances. When Seth was finished, Fraser remained silent for several moments. He clicked away at his mouse a few times before he spoke. "Get out. Don't ever let me see you here again."

Seth didn't argue. "Yes sir."

He drove to his apartment with the tears still drying on his cheeks, the cum stickied within the tip of his penis, and the chants of Baby Dick! still ringing in his ears. It was awful, humiliating, degrading, and traumatic. That lone hour of time was forever burned into his memory and psyche. As he promised Mr. Fraser, he would never be able to show his face in that studio ever again, or anywhere near it, or in town ever again.

God, it made him feel so aroused.

With a tortured smile on his face he pulled into his parking space and made it to his apartment. That was by far the most thrilling and exotic experience he had ever lived through, no matter the irrevocable damage it had done to his pride and reputation. Indeed, that was precisely why it made him so happy. Knowing that his tiny weiner was known by so many handsome studs made him bloom with pride, of all things. It could be said that such an act of self-humiliation was incredibly brave. Even the boys who had mocked him the hardest could admit that.

As great as it was, it was time to put an end to it. It was going to be a one time thing for sure. He didn't think he was quite mentally or emotionally prepared to handle another siege of mockery and names. It was time to pick the relic back up and move on to his next fantasy, or at the very least, return himself to normal. He went to his closet where he had been keeping the relic since he had first wished on it. He opened the door, picked it out of the pile of clothes it was buried under, and held it out in front of him.

The wish to have his penis back to normal was on the very cusp of his breath when he came to a heart-shuddering stop. The rune that had been in the relic's center was gone, replaced by a burnt hole like someone had held a lighter to it. He stared at that blot of charcoal for a whole minute before he tried to speak. "I wish my penis was back to normal?" He said it like a question, asking the relic if it would show him the mercy of giving him his old dick. So he stood there and waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing happened. All the baby dick bunny could do was stare at that black hole, a resemblance of what had become his chances of ever having a normal life ever again.

THE END