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“First, notice his highly feminine look despite being a male. High cheekbones, wispy lips, long lashes, a hint of perky breasts, and a butt that any woman would love to have. Even his voice is higher and has a feminine twang to it. Also, notice his crotch. There is no sign of any package there, indicating that Cal has a very small penis. Having smaller-than-average genitalia is one of the defining traits of a homosimpus.
“And like all homosimpus males, Cal is very insecure about his small penis, and it often drives him to overcompensate in other areas of his life. And this is where we join him today, for Cal is with a very beautiful young woman he met online. Her name is Candy. She is the most desirable form of the homosapien species. She has very large breasts with nipples that constantly poke through her clothes. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a curvy 45-26-36, a real head turner. Here they are in a surf shop as Candy is looking at bikinis…”
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Candy held up a bikini worth five hundred dollars but was so skimpy that Cal didn’t think it would even cover her most private parts. He swallowed hard as she held it aloft and spied the bright pink material. The short man shifted on the spot. He was already holding multiple shopping bags of goodies he had bought her today. Poor Cal had spent thousands of dollars on this sexy twenty-one-year-old, and she hadn’t even had sex with him yet.
“Mmmm, I like this one,” she said airily. “It’s very on-trend. My followers will love it.”
“U-um, Candy, there’s not much of it,” he said with a frown.
She giggled and lightly punched his arm. “Oh, don’t be a ‘Silly Billy.’ Only special friends get to see the goods.”
She winked at him, implying that he was a special friend. The only problem was that he hadn’t seen anything yet.
“Maybe you should try it on before you buy it,” he suggested.
“OK, but you need some new bathers, too,” she said. “Especially for going where I want to go this weekend.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Where do you want to go?”
“I told you about it, silly boy. The Slip ‘N Slide Waterpark in Heathmont is supposed to be fantastic.”
“Oh, really? I thought you were only joking,” he said, feeling his cheeks burn.
Cal hated water-related activities because they ultimately meant he must wear swimming bathers, which always seemed to show off his package, or lack thereof.
“Now, let me find something for you,” she mumbled as she started to go through a rack of men’s bathers.
After looking at several kinds, she picked something out. Cal was hoping she’d go for the baggy surf trunks. At least with those, no one would notice he had no bulge. But she didn’t. Candy somehow picked out a Speedo. The skimpy thing was more like a banana hammock, really.
“Go try this on,” she said and pushed him into the cubicle.
Candy didn’t expect that he would fill it, given that she had noticed his lack of bulge in the groin, but she’d never thought he’d look quite so pathetic. The front of the Speedo sagged from Cal’s body. There was no sign of any support at all. Of course, Candy hadn’t been picky about what Speedo she’d picked out. This one was obviously intended for a more endowed man, and the store sold other varieties.
“Hmm, that won’t do. Try this one,” Candy said as she handed Cal a size medium.
Cal glared at the thing. He hated the thought of even putting it on. Truthfully, he’d preferred his usual swim trunks, but Candy had been quite insistent that he be a bit trendier. ‘In the age of social media, one has always to look hot,’ Candy once told him. Trendy was a word one would hardly use to describe Cal. Still, he wasn’t the sort to argue with a strong-willed woman. He’d always been submissive, so he took the thing and returned to do as he was told.
Five minutes later, Cal stepped back out in a bright red Speedo that seemed just as loose on him as the first. Candy sighed loudly, now feeling a bit upset with her new man. She pushed her finger into the loose waistband and tugged at it, noticing how much room there was to spare. Candy also noticed two college girls nearby who were snickering at Cal.
Clearing her throat, Candy spoke loudly enough for the girls to hear, “I think we need to go smaller, Cal. They’re still too baggy at the front.”
Cal blushed deeply. This was his worst nightmare come true. Candy yanked another Speedo off the rack. This one was a small. The front bulge was small, looking more like underwear. She felt certain that Cal should be able to fill out at least this much.
“Try these on. If these don’t fit, I don’t know what to do with you.”
A few minutes later, Cal stepped out looking just as miserable as he had the first two times. Candy could hardly believe her eyes. The front was sagging to the point of being nearly flat, and there seemed to be no bulge at all. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the two young women had gotten closer. They were both blatantly checking Cal out now. Candy suddenly felt a naughty tinge come over her. She had always been such a nice girl, but something about this situation brought something nasty out of her character. The woman suddenly pinched the loose fabric of Cal’s Speedo and yanked it out, pulling the whole thing a bit away from his body.
Cal cried out, “Candy, cut it out! People will see!”
“See what, exactly,” Candy asked with a smirk. “I don’t see much there.”
She tugged a bit harder, so now there was at least an inch of open space between the Speedo fabric and his body. From her position, Candy couldn’t see anything, and certainly, the girls were too far away to get a good view either. She did notice that what she saw of his pubic area was smoothly shaven. ‘He shaves his balls—how cute,’ Candy thought. Rather than press the issue, Candy let it snap back into place. It didn’t bother her that he kept his groin smooth. It was a common thing these days with men. It was on-trend.
A quick search of a shelf found a child’s size Speedo. It was yellow. Cal whined at the sight of it, but Candy shooed him on. Taking far longer to change this time, Cal stepped out in something tight enough that it dug up the crack of his ass and yet was still somehow roomy in the front. Candy nearly choked. Did her new man really have no dick at all? Now, the girls were only a few feet away. Both were cute and had very large breasts and seemed very interested in Cal’s humiliated state.
“It’s very cute on you,” Candy said, plucking at the backside. “Let’s see what these girls think.” Cal’s eyes widened when he saw the college girls. “Girls, do you think this one suits him?”
A blonde-haired woman grinned from ear to ear as she looked Cal over. The other was doing a poor job of concealing her camera phone. Cal knew she was taking photos of him.
“He doesn’t seem quite to fill it out,” the blonde snickered.
“Well, I’m sure he’s a grower, not a shower,” Candy said lightly.
“I hope for your sake he is,” the blonde said and laughed.
“Candy,” Cal said harshly. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”
“Aww, don’t be shy,” the other redheaded girl cooed as if talking to a baby or a dog. “Go on, show us your little dinky so we can help her find you something appropriate!”
Candy wasn’t about to wait for Cal to relent. She boldly pinched the waist of his Speedo and tugged it down a bit, revealing an inch-long stub no thicker than a pencil, pink as a clitoris, and bald as a baby. Neither girl could stop laughing.
“That’s so cute,” the blonde squealed.
“A grower, eh? I hope he grows a lot,” the redhead said.
Cal’s eyes began to water, and his body shook uncontrollably. “Stop it,” he shouted. “Stop!”
The shop manager was approaching, so Candy covered Cal back up and kissed his cheek affectionately. “Oh, don’t be a spoilsport,” she said lightly as if it was all just a joke. “We’re just having some girl fun.”
The two women moved away acting as if nothing ever happened. The manager was not impressed to see Cal wearing those bathers with nothing on underneath.
“You’re going to have to buy those now,” he said gruffly and pointed to a sign.
The sign read, ‘Customers: Please try on these swimsuits over your clothes. Anyone found wearing them while directly contacting bare skin will have to buy them. Don’t be gross.’
“It’s OK,” Candy said. “We’ll take them.”
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