Justins New Life Pt 02

Note From Author

Thank you for reading. This story contains elements of incest, humiliation and light infantilism. If any of these subjects offend, please do not continue reading. All characters are 18+ and are in no way meant to be portrayed as below the age of consent.

Please let me know in the comments if you enjoyed this story and if there should be a part 3!

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Justin placed his little blue spoon down in the, now empty, little blue bowl. It was a smaller breakfast than he was used to, but somehow, he felt satiated. Maybe it was the knot in his stomach. The knot that started the day he and his mother got home from cup shopping. Or maybe it was after the subsequent family doctor visit. Either way, he wasn't hungry anymore.

"May I be excused, Mommy?" He asked his mother, who was still shuffling about in the kitchen. The sounds of plates and silverware moving around subsided for a moment as she took her hands out of the sink. Her arms soaking wet, up the elbow, in soap and water.

"Yes honey. You may. You have to get ready for your online teacher anyway," she replied.

"I wish I was still able to go to my normal school," he groaned, semi under his breath but not so much that she couldn't hear him.

"We talked about this sweetie," she said. "That school is meant for big boys. Not underdeveloped little boys like you. Besides, you can't wear your comfy diaper at a normal school can you?"

"I guess not," he replied, standing up from his chair, scratching at his waist and slinking down toward the hallway.

"Remember," she said after him. "Your diaper is a symbol and not to be used as intended. You know how to use the potty so you use it. I'm not changing you."

"I remember, Mommy," he replied.

"Lastly," she said. "After your online teacher signs off, you start the special class Mommy and Daddy made for you this afternoon."

"Okay Mommy," he said, passing by the fridge and back down the hall.

His anxiety peaked at the reminder of this "new class" his mother had arranged. Ever since these changes started taking place; the diaper, the online classes, his change of wardrobe... everything that had happened since had been an escalating level of embarrassment for him. He wasn't a little boy anymore. By all accounts, he was a grown up. He was, legally, capable of making his own decisions. He could, technically, walk out the front door at any time and not look back. However, something inside him kept him there. Something inside him made him WANT... no... NEED... to stay. Something inside his heart made him need to stay under his mother's yoke.

Maybe it was her reaction while they were cup shopping. Maybe it was her reaction afterward. Or the experience at their family physicians office an hour after that that made him long to please her. To regain his position. Something inside him had changed since that day. Something that made him long for her approval again. Something that made him long for her affection. Something that made him long to be close to her again.

As he entered his room, he took a few more steps toward his bookshelf, removing the workbook his new online tutor had sent him in the mail. It still had a pencil stuck inside it from where his last session left off. Until today, when school was over, school was over. Now, he was going to have something new to learn with his mother after class. The anxiety filled his body and made him shake. He thought back and remembered why this was all happening to begin with. It was happening at the recommendation of his family's physician. The day his mother took him cup shopping.

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"I guess you can count yourself lucky," his mother said, turning her car down a side street and looking at him in the rear view mirror.

As Justin and his mother pulled into the toy store parking lot, they noticed quickly that the store was closed and the lights were off. As she pulled the car up to the front of the building, Justin's mother noticed a sign on the front and suggested Justin go read it. Perhaps it would explain why the store was closed. When he returned to the car, his mother demanded he sit in the back seat. His front seat privileges had been revoked.

"Remodelling," Justin said, sliding into the back seat and fastening his seatbelt.

"I had some ideas about how to change things that will now have to wait. You're lucky the store was closed," she said.

Justin nodded to the eyes looking back at him. His shoulders were hunched over and there was a stirring feeling of guilt, mixed with anger, in his chest. He didn't understand why this was happening. None of this was his fault, the way he saw it. The way he saw it, he never asked to be born. He never asked to be conceived and he never asked to have the penis he has. It wasn't his fault. He was convinced of that.

His mother turned the car again, this time down another street away from their house.

"Where are we going now?" He asked.

"While you were checking the sign on the front of the toy store, I called Cecily," she replied.

"Cecily?" He asked, confused. "My old pediatrician?"

"She's a doctor, Justin," she said. "She's been looking after us for a long time. I told her I had an emergency and needed to see her right away so she told me to come right in."

"An emergency?" He asked. She couldn't mean for him.

"You don't think your... "situation" is an emergency?!" She asked, with a twinge of mockery in her voice. "I certainly do! My entire world has been turned upside down and I need to know how bad this really is."

"Mom," he whined, eager to appeal to any sense of maternal instinct she might still have for him. "Please! I said I was sorry. I don't know what else I can do. Please! Please don't take me to her."

"We're going, Justin," she replied angrily. "This is serious."

He opened his mouth again but the words never passed his lips. They got stuck in his throat. He couldn't get them out. Something inside of him caused them to freeze and ball up in his mouth before he had to forcibly swallow them back down. With each swallow, the anxiety began to grow inside his heart, chilling him to the bone and making him shake.

The car pulled into Dr. Cecily's office with a thump as it hurdled the curb. Justin's mother pulled the car into a nearby parking space before shutting off the engine and removing her seatbelt.

"Get out and follow me," she said, exiting the vehicle and slamming the door behind her.

Justin did as he was told, following suit and hugging at his mother's heels as she led him into the waiting area. The perky, young receptionist looked up when the pair entered and greeted them.

"Good afternoon! Welcome to Dr. Cecily's office. What can we do for you today?"

"We're here for my son, Justin," his mother replied. "The last names Erickson."

"Right," the receptionist replied, looking down at her screen and then back up again in confirmation. "We have you right here. A pelvic exam, correct?"

"Mom!" Justin squealed, suddenly realizing what was about to unfold.

"Quiet!" His mother barked back to him before turning back to receptionist. "Yes, that's correct."

"Alright," the receptionist replied. "You'll be in exam room two to your right and the doctor will be with you shortly."

"Thank you," his mother said before motioning for Justin to follow her.

Justin shifted uneasily on the examination table, the paper scrunching and crunching underneath his butt. A sound, he didn't know at the time, he'd be getting used to hearing. Before long, the door opened and Dr. Cecily walked in.

Dr. Cecily Armstrong was a family friend before she was a doctor. Justin's mother and her had gone to college for their undergrad together before Cecily went to medical school. Before Justin existed, Cecily and his mother were as close as two people could be without being blood relatives. They still spoke on the phone socially and had girls nights whenever the two could find the time.

Cecily, like Justin's mother, was gorgeous. She had natural, long brown hair, perfect milk colored skin and a body that could make a porn star weep. She was what they called "skinny-thick" with an hour glass shape. She wore a long, white doctor's jacket with a smart, low buttoned blouse underneath and a knee length, black skirt. Justin tried not to look at her too much when she entered, but the small glances he did take, didn't go unnoticed by his mother.

"Connie!" Dr. Cecily said, setting down her clipboard and reaching out for a hug. Justin's mother returned the hug, mustering what enthusiasm for the situation she could, before letting go.

"Hi Cess," she said. "Thank you so much for seeing us on such short notice."

"No problem at all!" Cecily replied. "You know I'm always here for you. So, what are you here for today?"

Cecily turned her attention toward Justin, knowing he was eighteen and expecting him to answer the question himself but his mother interjected.

"We have a problem," she said. "I took my son shopping for a cup today. You know... like... for sports..."

"Mom," Justin pleaded. A meager attempt, but an attempt none the less. "Please, stop."

"It's okay, Justin," Cecily replied. "Just let her talk."

"Anyway," his mother continued. "We went shopping for a cup and Justin couldn't... uhm... "fill" any of them."

"What do you mean by "fill"? Cecily asked.

"You know... he couldn't... FIT... in any of them. Even the ones made for kids much younger than him."

"Oh?" Cecily replied, before it clicked in her head. "Ohhhh! He couldn't fit in them?!"

"No," his mother replied. "We tried them all. The smallest ones they had were too big."

"Are you kidding?" Cecily replied. "That seems odd."

"That's what I said," his mother replied. "Now I'm concerned and we were hoping you could, you know, give him an exam and see if everything is... normal... down there."

"So you haven't "seen" him yet?" Cecily asked. "I mean, there might not be a problem down there at all?"

"No I haven't," Justin's mother replied. "But it certainly seemed like a problem at the store so I panicked and now we're here."

"Please," Justin pleaded again. "Please, Mom! Dr. Cecily! We don't have to do this... do we?! I mean..."

"Justin!" Dr. Cecily said in a calming tone, cutting off the last part of his plea. "I've known you since you were a baby. Trust me. You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Okay? This will be painless. Just a quick peek and it's over."

Justin couldn't stop shaking. He had never had his penis out in front of anyone before. Now, he was going to get it out in front of his doctor and his mother's closest friend. This whole thing was amassing quite a bit of anxiety and trauma inside of him. He wasn't familiar with feelings of insecurity about his size. This was all new to him. Now, it had been shotgunned to the forefront of his consciousness.

"Before we begin," Cecily said, sliding her chair over to the countertop and removing some examination gloves from the disposal above the sink. "I'm going to have to ask you to step outside Connie."

"What," Justin's mother replied. "Me? Why?"

"Well," Cecily replied. "I mean no offense but, your son is eighteen. He's an adult and he's privy to doctor patient privilege."

"I would like to stay," she replied. "I need to stay."

"I'm sorry Con, but unless Justin gives you permission, I'm afraid you'll have to leave."

Dr. Cecily and his mother both looked up at him. The decision was his. Finally, he was regaining some semblance of control. The feeling washed over him like a warm blanket. It was comfort. Comfort in regaining some amount of stability in what had quickly become an unstable day.

"She can stay," he said. He coughed as the words came out of his mouth. Why had he said that?! He had it! He had the control back and he gave it away. The feeling made his stomach turn. The words had come out involuntarily. Like he'd spoken them before he was promoted to speak.

"Alright," the doctor replied. "Stand up young man. Let's get a look at you."

Justin reluctantly slid off of the examination table. His arms were folded and tucked under his chest, pushing on his belly just above his belt line. His stomach was in knots and a sudden nausea washed over him. Rolling over his body from his head, down to his toes and back again. It was happening. It was really happening.

"Go ahead and drop your pants honey," Dr. Cecily said, waiting patiently and pulling her glasses up to her nose.

Justin could feel his hands loosen and begin reaching for the button on his jeans. Before he knew it, it was unclasped. He hooked his thumbs into his waist band, getting both jeans and underwear at once. He took a deep breath, looked longingly at his mother, closed his eyes and pulled down.

For a second, there was silence. For a second, there was peace. For a second, just a second, he felt like there was nothing wrong. Half a second later, the cold air in the office wrapped itself around his exposed penis and testicles. He felt his private parts enter the room and he pinched his eyes even tighter. The reaction was delayed, but was preceded by gasps from both women.

Justin heard the doctors chair wheel back just a bit and something tip over that sounded like it was made of glass that didn't break. He slowly opened his eyes to find his mother had knocked over a jar of throat swabs. Her other hand was covering her mouth while her eyes were glued to the space between his legs.

He looked down and saw that Cecily had pushed back in her chair. Her eyes were widened and her mouth was slightly agape. For a split second, they were just looking. Justin lowered his gaze to see what they were seeing and there it was. His penis.

From his angle, it was just a head. A small head. Like the golden tipped end of a AA battery and just as thick. At the end of it was a small hole. The space around it was completely bare and hairless, but not by design. Justin had never had to shave a day in his life. Hair just never grew there. Beneath the head of his penis, was a small, tight sack. It hugged to his body, so snug that if it weren't for the two small balls inside, it'd be a miracle anything could fit in it.

"Oh... my... god," Justin's mother muttered. "Justin, I can't... I can't even... there's no words..."

It took Dr. Cecily a second before she could muster the enthusiasm to attempt to diffuse and throw cold water on the situation.

"It's okay, Connie," she said, looking at Justin's mother, reassuringly. "Everything is fine. Let's just take a second to relax. It's okay."

"Cess!" She exclaimed, panic and tears starting to form on her face. "How can you say that?!"

"Connie, listen to me. It's okay," Cecily continued, standing to comfort her friend while Justin stood in the cold office, exposed and alone.

"What am I going to do?!" His mother cried. "What are we going to do? This is... this is bad Cess!"

"It's not good, Connie. I won't lie to you," Cecily said, pushing a Kleenex up under her friend's nose. "It's not the end of the world, okay?"

"Well," she said. "What's the... like... what's the prognosis? Is that the right word?!"

"Okay... so," Cecily said, sitting back down in her chair and glancing back toward Justin's exposed penis. Cecily had a sudden shift in her demeanor. Justin's "adult patient privilege" no longer seemed to carry any weight with her as her attention was solely on Connie.

"We have minimal, if any, genital or phallic development since birth," Cecily said, reaching back for her clipboard and leafing through the pages. "It appears that puberty never took place or, at least, didn't produce the hormonal response that it was supposed to."

Cecily stood up, walking to a side wall and pulling on a string attached to a roll down diagram of the male physique. It was an exploded, xray diagram showing an average sized penis and the inner workings of it.

"During puberty," she continues, gesturing to applicable locations on the poster. "Hormones produced by boys, typically ages 11-14, trigger growth development in both the penis and testicles. Typically, but not in this case, the penis lengthens, the testicles grow and hair begins to form on the public area. It appears as though none of that happened with your son."

"I don't... understand," Connie said. "How does it NOT happen?"

"We can't know for sure," Dr. Cecily replied. "We'd have to run some tests which I can't do today."

"Can it still happen?" Connie asked, hopefully. "I mean, is there a chance he's just a... what do they call them? A late bloomer?"

"Ehh," Cecily groaned. "It's unlikely. If puberty were to happen, it would definitely have happened before now."

"So what?!" Connie exclaimed. "He just... IS this way?! Forever?!"

"I'm afraid so, Con," she replied. "I'm sorry. In the medical field we have a term for this. Are you familiar with the word 'micropenis'?"

"Oh my god," Connie cried. "Does he have that?! Is that what this is?!"

"Oh no," Cecily replied. "A micropenis is slightly larger than what Justin has. A micropenis is an adult penis that is less than 1.25" when flaccid. Justin is well below that. I can tell just by looking at it. When we take overall volume into account, it places him in a new bracket. It's a relatively new term in the medical community and still under review, but Justin has what we're referring to as a "nanopenis".

"Nanopenis?!" Connie gasped, clutching the Kleenex to her nose.

"Yes," Cecily replied. "Overall volume taken into account, what Justin has is almost... well... not clinically possible. I apologize, but when I said he didn't have anything I hadn't seen before, I was wrong."

"Wait," Justin exclaimed, his heart raging and beating out of his chest.

"Quiet!" His mother snapped. "You have nothing... NOTHING to say right now. Do you understand me?"

"Yes mom," he said, timidly drawing back inside himself.

Cecily stood up, wrapping her arms around her crying friend again. Consoling her the best way she could in the moment.

"I'm sorry, Connie," Cecily said. "I really am. It's going to be okay."

"What am I supposed to do Cess?!" Connie wept. "What am I supposed to do with him now?"

"Well, honey," Cecily said. "Do you want my medical opinion? Or my personal opinion?"

"Both," Connie said.

"Well," Cecily continued. "Medically, there's nothing we can do. Prepare him for his life and send him on his way. Now, personally...?"

"Personally, what?"

"Personally, there's an opportunity here," Cecily said.

"An opportunity?! I don't understand," Connie replied, her ears perking up at attention.

"This," Cecily said, gesturing to the space between Justin's legs. "Is a deal breaker. You know as well as I do Connie that, he's not going to make it in the real world. You know he can't go out there with that to offer..."

"I know," Connie said, tears rolling down her cheeks again. "That's what I've been afraid of this whole time."

"It's okay," Cecily continues. "I've been with men in similar, not the same, but similar situations. Men with small dicks, they were made specifically to be controlled by women. Women like us, Con. Look at how quiet he's been since you snapped at him. He doesn't have the testosterone to fight you. He doesn't have the will to resist you that a big cock provides. He's weak. He's timid. He's submissive. Keep him that way and you'll have control for as long as you want it."

Justin's mother looked up from her friend's face, glancing over at Justin, still standing there, naked and afraid. A smirk slowly started to form on her face. An idea was taking hold. A revelation was starting to form.

"Control?" Connie said.

"Yes, Con," Cecily replied. "Control. Keep him docile. Keep him embarrassed and he will be devoted to you for life. Look at him. He's pathetic. His cock is, otherworldly. Boys like him, they're dying for attention from women like us, so dangle it in front of him. Tease him with it. Tease him with the idea of the possibility that you MIGHT reward him with your affection and he'll never stop chasing it. Never."