Chapter 1

Ben was lying on the floor and his knee hurt.

“Come on Ben! Get on your feet!” his gym teacher Mr. Jackson yelled at him. Like every Thursday afternoon, Ben had gym class and Mr. Jackson had them play soccer once again. Not that he was any better at the other sports, but soccer was where he spent a lot of time on the ground. At 18 years old, Ben was just 5’5” and weighed barely over 100 lbs. Ben wasn’t unathletic and didn’t have two left feet, but physically he just didn’t stand a chance against his classmates, some of whom were two heads taller and twice his weight. No matter what he did, Mr. Jackson was always yelling and Ben constantly felt like he was doing everything wrong. That’s why he hated gym class, at least that was one of the reasons.

“Ben, what are you doing? Move your...!” his teacher shouted when he was interrupted by the ringing bell.

“Thank God, it’s finally over.”, Ben thought as he stood up and slowly walked behind his classmates towards the locker room.

“You know I’m just trying to motivate you, Ben? Because of your physique, you just have to fight even harder than everyone else.”, Mr. Jackson said to Ben as he walked by.

“Thanks for reminding me! Otherwise, I’d forget that I’m a foot smaller than everyone else...” replied Ben sarcastically, turning away from his head-shaking teacher, who looked once again disappointed by him. Ben didn’t like his gym teacher, that was for sure. And the way he was constantly bullied, Ben was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. As he stepped into the locker room, he got an uneasy feeling in his stomach and panic set in. After all, showering with his classmates was the second reason Ben hated gym class. He would prefer to wait until everyone was done and then shower alone. But there was no time for that because the next class was already waiting to get into the locker room.

He hesitated as long as possible until he finally took off his underpants and slipped into the shower. Ben was ashamed of his body. As if it wasn’t enough that he was a slender dwarf and virtually had no visible muscles, there was the fact that he still had no body hair whatsoever. Thus, everyone in the shower had a clear view of his tiny penis and missing balls.

“Hey Ben, the girls shower is down the hall”, Jake called out to him. Ben didn’t respond. Ben also let the following jokes about his lack of testicles and apparently not started puberty wash over him without resistance. Fortunately, under the shower, you couldn’t see that he was close to tears. Suddenly Liam interfered

“Leave him alone, your dick isn’t much bigger anyway”. Liam was the new black classmate who had been in class with them for a week. Normally Liam spoke very little and he had never talked to Ben either. For his age, Liam had a normal height. But what Ben noticed just now was Liam’s thick, black pubic hair and his large penis. In fact, Liam’s penis wasn’t very much bigger than average, but in Ben’s eyes it was huge and at least in his class it was the biggest.

“Fuck you Liam, nobody’s talking to you?” retorted Jake and walked out of the shower with a threatening block towards Jake.

“I really don’t need any help,” Ben told Liam.

“I couldn’t help it. Making fun of others just because they’re different, that’s really something nobody can endure for long - believe me, I know,” Liam explained as he soaped himself between his legs.

“Well, thanks anyway,” said Ben, who was about to leave when his eyes fell once more on the area between Liam’s legs. The lather that had been washed away again revealed Liam’s large black penis. But what caught Ben’s attention and made him forget that he was about to leave were the two large testicles hanging a good distance away from Liam’s body. They were almost the size of golf balls and were just as black as the rest of Liam. When it occurred to Ben that he had been looking in the direction of Liam’s private parts a little too long, he became very embarrassed and felt more unmanly than ever. He quickly got dressed and left the locker room before Liam had even returned from the shower.

As he rode home on his bike, Ben thought about what it was like to have such a large penis. He wished there was something that could be done to speed up its growth.

“Maybe I could take steroids or testosterone?” he asked himself, wondering if he should bring up the subject with his parents sometime. Maybe his puberty could actually be helped somehow.

When he arrived home, he first met his mother Kirsten in the kitchen, who was in the process of preparing lunch.

“Hello Ben, how was your day?” she asked.

“As usual. Nothing special,” Ben replied and his mother rolled her eyes at this meager response. Kirsten was an attractive woman and also looked very young for her 34 years. Even though she had let herself go a bit in the last few years and had gained some weight, she was still a beautiful woman. Even Ben, who otherwise had no interest in women and their appearance, had to admit that. Ben always got along especially well with his mother and had a better connection to her than to his father Steven. That’s why he wondered if he should address his growth issue now, while his father was still at work.

“Mom, honestly, every day sucks lately, especially the days I have soccer practice. But today it’s been even worse.,” Ben initiated into the topic. His mom turned to him and looked at him worriedly

“What do you mean? What’s so bad about it? And why don’t you like your soccer practice all of a sudden?”. Ben hesitated, not knowing how to phrase it.

“The others tease me all the time and make fun of me because I’m so short, it’s terrible. I don’t stand a chance in soccer anymore because everyone else is at least a foot taller,” Ben explained.

“I understand. But that’s perfectly normal, some boys develop earlier than others and soon you will hit puberty you quickly catch up with the others,” Kirsten tried to reassure him.

“But it’s been like that for years, and in the shower...”, Ben hesitated. Actually, he didn’t want to go so deep into details with his mother, but he didn’t know how else to make his situation clear.

“What’s in the shower? You can tell me Ben.”, Kirsten interrupted his silence. Benn took a deep breath.

“The others make fun of me because I’m so small”, he said.

“You already said that, but your growth spurt is coming...”

“No! You don’t understand” Ben interrupted his mother, “So small down there and I have no body hair at all”. Now Kirsten understood, bashfully averting her gaze and looking back at the frying pan in front of her.

“The other guys all have pubic hair for years and I still look like a damn little kid,” Ben continued. Kirsten needed to sort her thoughts.

“It’s all related to puberty my son”, she finally can up. “And Ben, I will not allow you to swear in this house!”

“But I’m already 18, everyone else has already gone through puberty. I wanted to ask you if you could make a doctor’s appointment for me to be examined and maybe get a prescription for growth hormones or something.”, suggested Ben.

“I don’t really know about that,” his mother replied, trying to reassure him, “You can’t be that different from your classmates.”

“How can you say that? You don’t know what you’re talking about!” retorted Ben angrily. He was beginning to get desperate, but he knew that without his mother’s help, nothing would ever change his current situation. Therefore, for him, a lot depended on the outcome of this conversation. He decided that he had to convince his mother at all costs. Asking his father was out of the question as Ben already knew that he would be no help. Even in regards to such a sensitive topic he preferred his mother’s help.

“Why can’t you just believe me? What do I have to do to convince you - should I show you?” suggested Ben, demonstratively grabbing the button of his pants.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Ben,” Kirsten replied, looking with fear at his hands.

“But mom, you have to believe me. I’d really show you, although this is very hard to overcome for me. But also, you’re my mother, you’ve seen me naked countless times,” Ben said.

“But you were just a little boy then, you’ve changed since then.”, Kirsten replied.

“I did not! That’s the whole point of what I’m trying to say” Ben got a little louder and he realized that the lack of support from his mother made him angry. He briefly considered whether he should simply pull down his pants and thus force his mother to look at his penis. But of course, he lacked the courage for that.

“So, will you take a look? If you still think I’m a normally developed 18-year-old boy after that, I’ll leave you alone,” Ben suggested. Kirsten thought about it, because the topic was extremely unpleasant to her. Although the well-being of her son was very important to her, she would prefer to avoid the subject of sexuality and sexual organs altogether. Ben noticed that his mother was uncomfortable and seemed to be fighting an internal battle.

“Please mom,” Ben added tearfully. Overcome by her maternal instincts she finally agreed.