Poor Little Petey

"It is," laughed Gail. "Show Petey."

And of course she did.

Peter's heart sank. There he was in all his glory. He couldn't imagine a more embarrassing photo. Gail was pointing down at his small, hairless penis with a big grin on her face while Katie also smiling was making the universal small penis sign.

"Now Petey, we are almost done," said Amber as she walked over to the desk, grabbed her tripod and proceeded to set it up at the foot of Peter's bed.

"I know what you are thinking. 'Gosh, I hope Amber doesn't send those pictures to everyone at school. I hope that there is something, anything I can do to keep that from happening.'

"Well good news Petey. There is! We just want more pictures. We promise we won't share them with anyone else."

With this she rolled him over and and undid the handcuffs. She went over to his jeans and pulled out his phone. She walked back over to Peter and had him unlock his phone. She then set it on her tripod and had Peter pose for more pictures. She made him smile in a few and then took some close ups of his penis.

When she was done, she selected the best pics and used the group text to send them to herself, Gail and Katie.

Once that was done she turned back to Peter.

"You know why I promised you I wouldn't send those pictures? Because it is illegal. But that didn't stop you, did it? No sir, you took pictures of yourself and even your junk and sent them to all three of us! Maybe you were inspired by Katie sending out that picture of herself in the lace bra and just didn't realize, but ignorance is no excuse."

"Gail, show him what you are going to do when you get home if Petey doesn't do everything we ask from now on."

On cue, Gail bites her lower lip and looks like she is going to cry and holds out her phone towards Peter and says, "mommy, look what some boy at school sent me."

"And what do you think Mommy will do?

Show daddy?

And what will daddy do?

He will either come over here and beat the crap out of you or just call the police."

Peter just stared at them all dumbfounded. A day or so ago he had a pretty normal life. Even an hour ago it seemed like something he could handle. Now, he was standing here naked in front of these three she devils and his life was no longer his own.

"Well wasn't today fun!," said Amber as she packed up her bag. I'm leaving the razor Petey. I expect you to use it everyday. We will be checking."

And just like that, they were gone.

Monday morning at school, the girls ran up to Peter and said "You are brilliant!"

"Well that was unexpected," Peter thought.

"Student Council," said Amber. "C'mon, we are going to go and get you signed up to be a candidate for Student Council President. We worked all weekend on your posters."

Peter let himself be dragged down to the main office to register his candidacy. He didn't understand what this had to do with "Operation Big Cock," but he soon would.

After he was signed up, the four of them walked down the hall which was empty since classes had already started. As they passed by the girls restroom, Peter was suddenly yanked inside.

"Alright, drop em," Amber said.

After some feeble attempts at protest, Peter complied.

All three girls peered down at his exposed crotch.

"Still tiny," they all agreed.

"Hmm," said Amber, "did you shave this weekend, I honestly can't tell?"

Peter mumbled out an answer. "I, um, did this morning."

"No, no Petey, you don't get to take weekends off. Everyday means every day. Got it?"

Peter nodded.

"Good boy," Amber said as she patted his cheek.

"Can I pull my pants up now? Peter asked.

"Of course," said Amber, "as soon as you put these on," and with that Amber pulled out a lovely pair of women's underwear from her purse. "We felt so bad about ruining your pair on Friday, that we got you these. And look, they are red as well!"

Peter gulped as he looked at this pair of satiny, laced underwear.

"Amber gave Peter a hard smile. "You will put these on now. I have six more pairs that I will give you later. One for each day of the week. We will do an undies check everyday. If you aren't wearing them, you will regret it, believe me.

"But what about gym class and laundry?" Peter protested. "Carol does my laundry!!"

Amber just laughed. "Figure it out."

As to the shaving, you are on the honor system for the most part, but you never know when there might be a surprise inspection.

Peter quickly put on his new undies and was just fastening his belt after pulling his pants up when a girl walked in.

"She did a double take when she saw Peter and asked the group, "um, what is going on here?"

"Oh Peter was just showing us his massive cock," Amber said, as the three laughing girls dragged Peter out of the restroom.

And then the posters started going up.

A HUGE change is coming!

A MASSIVE change of student leadership.

A candidate that can't be contained.

Why grow by inches when you can grow by a foot?

Oh sure, the signs all referred to food portions in the cafeteria or a bigger flag pole out front, but the implication wasn't lost on the student body. Peter was running for the student council on a platform of: "my dick is bigger than yours." And the illustrations of said flag pole and large sausages helped to drive the point home.

Peter couldn't help but notice that everyone was starting to steal glances at his crotch now, whenever he walked the halls between classes.

Fortunately, now that PE was so lowly thought of in High School, he rarely had classes or when he did no one bothered to change into shorts. On the rare days when they did, he traded visual confirmation of his small penis to letting anyone see that he was wearing panties. He worked it like a magician does sleight of hand. He would pull his pants down, careful to keep the panties in his pants, knowing that anyone who might be looking, was looking to see his massive cock. The snickering always confirmed that once again, he had been found out.

The funny thing was, try as they might, his gym classmates could not counter the current narrative. First of all, it is not a natural conversation starter. Then there was the "why are you so interested" accusation, followed by the "you're just jealous" refrain. So as frustrating as the lie was to these guys, it wasn't worth pursuing. But not to worry, their time would come.

Peter was not so lucky at home. He had taken to washing his panties when he could, leaping to it whenever Carol was off running errands. Some times he'd just get them washed and have to "air" dry them in his closet if Carol returned earlier than expected.

Static electricity was ultimately his downfall.

Carol's first thought when she came across a pair stuck to the top of the dryer was that her husband was having an affair and somehow a pair of this woman's underwear had gotten mixed up with his.

But then she thought about Peter and all that was going on with him and the girls and she figured that this scenario made a lot more sense. Her suspicions were confirmed when she left them on his bed with a note that he had left them in the dryer. His lack of a response told her all she needed to know.

PETEY ON VACATION**

Carol was on the phone with her sister Jen, laughing as she told her about the girls at Peter's high school and what they had done to him. Her sister, laughed along.

"Oh man, I would have loved to have seen that," Jen said.

A few minutes later they went back to talking about Carol and Peter's upcoming trip down to Florida to see Jen and her two daughters. This trip had become a tradition four years earlier, soon after Carol had married Peter's father and Jen had been left by her husband for a younger woman. It was a "girls get together" and Peter.

Once off the phone, Carol went to her craft room and got back to her sewing project. After a few minutes, an idea hit her like a thunderbolt. She rummaged through her spools of thread and found the spool of water soluble thread. She smiled. She knew how much Peter loved swimming with his step cousins in their big pool and she recalled how hard Jen had laughed at the story of his humiliation. She laughed out loud as she set the spool onto her sewing machine and ran upstairs to get Peter's swimsuit.

Peter was sitting next to Carol on a plane heading for sunny Florida. He was happy/not happy about it. He had been dreading this trip for a while. They were going to visit Aunt Jen. She was Carol's older sister. He never got the feeling that she liked him much. She had two daughters, Rachel and Phoebe. Yup, named after the characters on Friends. Tells you all you need to know about Aunt Jen. Rachel was nineteen, going to junior college and Phoebe was his age, 18, wrapping up her final year of high school. He had never really connected with them. They always just seemed irritated by his presence and they resented that Carol forced him on them so she could have a little break. The older they all got, the more they seemed to really not like him. They were a little wild, and "goody two shoes" Peter kind of cramped their style.

The good news was that he would be far far away from Amber, Gail and Katie, so no shaving or panty checks for a whole week. AND, Aunt Jen had one of those enclosed sun rooms with a huge pool.

That night at dinner, Aunt Jen and the cousins were in particularly good moods. There were some uncomfortable questions about his new school and he wondered about what Carol had shared with them. He asked if they could go swimming after dinner but was told no, that they were having a little get together the next day after lunch. Rachel and Phoebe had each invited a couple of friends over and Jen's friend Liz Connor was coming as well.

Peter remembered Ms Connor. She was gorgeous, and he had had a crush on her for as long as he could remember.

Still, he didn't understand why they couldn't swim tonight and tomorrow, but he wasn't going to push it.

As Peter was preparing for bed, he started to unpack his bag so he could change into his pajamas. His face drained of color when he pulled out a wad of panties, his panties. He certainly hadn't packed them. He cursed Carol, then cursed her again when he realized that they were the only underwear in his bag. He was about to panic even more, but then to his relief he came across his bathing suit, both actually. "Whew," he thought, he was really looking forward to swimming. That good feeling dissipated quickly as he next came across his razor with a little note attached to it. "You almost forgot this!"

Peter was bored. He was upstairs reading, waiting for Rachel and Phoebe's guests to arrive so that they could go swimming. He already had his suit on and had heard the doorbell a few times. By his count that meant three people had shown up.

"Ok Peter," Aunt Jen called out. "Swim time!"

"Finally," thought Peter. He raced downstairs and was a little taken aback by what he saw.

In one corner, was Carol, his Aunt and Ms. Connor all wearing skimpy bikinis lying back on chaise lounges each with a drink in their hands.

In the pool was Rachel, and what looked like about six other girls. He had assumed their friends would be a mix of boys and girls. Phoebe was sitting at the side of the pool, feet dangling in the water with her back to him. She turned and looked over her shoulder at Peter as he pushed open the sliding glass door and gave him a lovely smile.

"Ugh uh," called out Aunt Jen, "t-shirt and towel stays inside so that they don't get wet."

Well this was a new rule, but whatever. Peter went back in and saw all the other shirts and towels and took off his t-shirt and placed it on a chair with his towel.

As he walked back in, Phoebe passed him walking back into the living room and sliding the glass door behind her.

Peter was anxious to get in the water as he felt a little uncomfortable being the only male with all eyes upon him.

But before he could do that, Aunt Jen called out to him, "Petey, come over and say hello to Liz."

Peter walked over reluctantly. It was bad enough to have to walk past all these girls in the pool, but standing in front of these three older women showing off a lot of skin was a little intimidating.

"Hi Petey," Liz said. "It's been a long time. Carol tells me you are very popular with the ladies back home, that they can't keep their hands off of you."

Aunt Jen and Carol snickered at this.

All eyes turned to the side door that lead out to the yard as Phoebe opened it and rushed back in, giggling as she waded into the pool.

After teasing him for another minute, Liz wrapped up their conversation telling Peter that it was good to see him again and that she hoped to see a lot more of him real soon, causing Carol to do a spit take.

"Um, nice to see you too, Ms. Connor," Peter said.

"Finally," thought Peter, "I can get in the pool."

And he did. Since the eight girls were all congregated in the shallow end, Peter dove in from the deep end. The water felt great and as he glided underwater towards the girls he couldn't help but notice what a great view he had of each of the girls bottom halves. He thought to himself, "I am going to have to spend a lot of time checking out this view."

Alas, he had to come up for air, and when he did, eight girls were staring at him.

"Peter," Rachel said, come meet our friends. Peter swam over and was quickly surrounded.

As he met each girl he had to turn a little bit, like a sun dial. At about the fourth girl, he became aware of two things, his suit was feeling a little funny and the girls smiles were getting bigger as they were introduced to him. As he met girl number five, the girls behind him were just outright laughing and a little black square, no bigger than a pocket caught Peter's eye as it floated in front of him. One of the girls scooped it up and looked at Peter with pure joy in her heart.

He never caught the sixth girl's name.

"Look at it, look at it," one girl cried out, "it's so small!"

Peter looked down, and like in a dream realized that his suit was floating away from his body in pieces.

The girls were alternately laughing and pointing at Peter and fighting over scraps of his suit.

"Does it get any bigger," one girl said as she reached down and pinched Peter's penis. Another girl reached out and squeezed his butt.

Peter wasn't sure what to do. Staying in the pool was not an option, but getting out and getting his towel would mean really exposing himself and Oh God, he looked over and saw Carol, Aunt Jen and Ms. Connor looking over and smiling.

"What's going on over there girls," Aunt Jen called out. "Are you guys teasing poor Petey?"

"Oh no, Mom," Phoebe called out "we're just flirting with Petey, he's having fun."

Peter, who was not having fun, moved to cover himself up, but the girls kept pulling his arms away.

"I can't believe he hasn't grown any hair down there yet," one girl remarked.

"Actually, he shaves it everyday or he'll be in trouble at school, well, not school really but these three girls at his school," said Phoebe.

Peter was stunned. Obviously Carol had told Rachel and Phoebe and Aunt Jen everything. As Phoebe started to fill in all the girls on his current situation, Peter decided it would be better to race into the house, grab his towel and run upstairs and be done with this, even if it meant exposing himself to Carol, Aunt Jen and Ms. Connor.

Peter fought through the phalanx of girls and cupped his privates as he walked up the steps in the shallow end.

Before he had even reached the top of the pool, Carol called out, "Petey!, where is your swim suit, why," and now she was laughing, "why are you naked!?"

So much for an unnoticed getaway.

"I, I don't know," he stammered, "my suit just sort of disintegrated."

As he approached the sliding glass door, he took one hand away so that he could open it.

It didn't budge. Panicked, he tried it again.

Rachel and Phoebe exchanged a look and smiled. Having Phoebe lock the door and then run back in \through the side door was paying off.

"It sticks sometimes Petey," said Aunt Jen, try two hands.

Peter didn't want to leave himself uncovered, but what choice did he have?

He reached for the door and pulled, still nothing, except now he could hear everyone laughing,

including Carol, Aunt Jen and Ms.Connor. He tried one more time pulling with all his might, causing him to stumble backwards when once again the door didn't budge.

"It must be locked," called out Aunt Jen. "You'll have to go around to the front door."

He looked over at her, like he must have heard wrong and only then noticed that Carol had her phone pointed at him. Ms Connor was laughing so hard that she was crying and snorting, causing all the other girls to laugh even harder.

And speaking of harder, Peter could feel himself growing erect under his cupped hands.

Not wanting to add to his misery, he decided it was worth running around to the front door. Once inside, he could just run up to his room and never come out again!

He could still hear the laughter as he bolted out of the sun room and raced around the side of the house. So far he was protected from the street by a tall wooden fence, but once he was through that, he was exposed to the world. He raced to the front door without any cars passing by, but that is where his luck ran out. As he jostled the front door, it too wouldn't budge. He stood there with his head hanging down until he was jolted by a car horn. On instinct he covered himself and took off for the side yard again. He never looked to see who honked, but he did hear what sounded like female voices laughing and "whoo-hooing."

As he came back into the sun room, someone called out, "did you miss us?"

"The front door is locked too," Peter shouted to no one in particular.

Aunt Jen looked over at Phoebe and smiled, knowing that her daughter had done this.

"Oh poor Petey," she said, "I didn't know it would be locked. Rachel, honey, why don't you go back with him and show him where we hide the key."

Rachel climbed out of the pool, which did not help Peter's erection issue, and winked at Phoebe as she took Peter's arm.

So back they went, Peter a little hunched, covering up what he could as Rachel sauntered next to him, telling him how funny he looked and what a great time everyone was having.

They made their way to the front door and Rachel told him that the spare key was under a pot that sat on a shelf just off to the right of the front door about five feet up.

Peter ask Rachel if she could just get it.

"Oh Petey, what would be the fun in that. No, I want a clear view of 'little Petey' while you reach up there."

Peter sighed and reached under the pot.

Rachel gasped and said, "Oh My God, Peter, are you enjoying this!?"

"No, no," he sputtered. "It's just, just..." well really, what could he say.

He pulled his hand down and said "the key isn't there."

"Really," said Rachel, putting on her best surprised look. "Let me have a look."

Rachel took an inordinate amount of time checking, double checking and triple checking, enjoying Peter's misery.

"Look under that seat cushion" she said, knowing full well it wasn't there.

She was just about to tell Peter to look under a random rock when a car pulled up to the curb.

"Hey Rachel," someone shouted, "who is your naked friend? We noticed him when we drove by earlier."

"Oh hi Diane, this is my cousin Petey. We can't seem to find the key to the front door."

"Want some help?"

"Sure," Rachel laughed, "the more the merrier."

And with that three more girls joined in the fun.

At that moment, Phoebe and the six other girls rounded the corner. Phoebe, with a big grin on her face held up a key and said, were you guys looking for this?