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You gulped. Today was the day you were required to submit for a mandatory measurement by the sisters of Sigma Pi Heta.

No one really remembered how or why the tradition started, but the sorority maintained a tradition of measuring all the male freshmen and giving the student who had the smallest penis the title of "Little Man on Campus." The sorority then paid his tuition in full, no questions asked.

The downside? You were subject to brutal, abject humiliation for your entire four years. To the point where there was an annual award given to the club or sorority who pulled off the most humiliating prank on him. And of course, the Sigma sisters took it upon themselves to be the undisputed champions of tormenting the poor boy every year. They won year after year going back to at least the late 90s, but that sure didn't stop the others from trying to bring their A-game. The life of the LMOC was pure hell.

Knowing your own limitations, you were reasonably sure that the "honor" of being the new LMOC was going to be thrust upon you as you walked into one of the makeshift exam tents the sorority had set up in the quad. A cute brunette with half-rim glasses, a slender frame, and a tight t-shirt emblazoned with "ΣπH" smiled at you. "Hello! Name?"

"Uh..." You shyly mumbled your name at her

"Okay then..." she searched her clipboard and checked you off her list before setting it down and picking up a measuring tape.

"Alright! Let's get you hard!" She gleefully exclaimed. Before you had even a second to ask what that entailed, she had pulled her t-shirt off over her head, freeing her cute, perky breasts, deceptively large despite how skinny she was. She smirked. And of course, it did exactly what she had intended; you immediately began stiffening in your pants at the mere sight of them.

"Take a good look, and when he's nice and hard, drop your pants for me, 'kay?" She gleefully instructed, glaring at your crotch and holding her ruler in both hands like a soldier holding a rifle. And you were about to face the firing squad.

With no way out and your mini-member at full mast, you slowly unbuttoned and unzipped to present what little you had to offer. This immediately earned a nose-chortle from the sorority girl tasked with inspecting you.

"Pbhth! ...I mean, erm, snrk, Uh... Let's get you measured!" Stifling her urge to burst out laughing as best she could, she knelt down to get at eye level with your quivering shrimpdick.

She then held the ruler along the dorsal side of your dick, and the floodgates burst; a fit of high-pitched, immature feminine giggles escaped her as she snatched the clipboard back up, frantically scrawling down the measurement she'd observed.

You turn beet red.

"Thanks!" She blurted between bouts of giggling. "You're all set! Be seeing you around campus!"

As you zipped up and walked away, you had a horrible feeling she was right.

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Your door violently swings open in the middle of the night, jolting you awake. Stirring in your sheets, you barely have time to register what's going on when a cruel, shrill voice cuts through the air.

"Rise and shine, shrimpdick!" She shrieked. 

The voice owner stepped further into the room. The faint morning light poking through the gap in the curtains let you identify her: It was the glasses-brunette sorority girl who had measured you the day before! She grinned at you with her hands behind her back, like a supervillain. 

And she wasn't alone! At least half a dozen of her Sigma Phi Heta sisters poured into your room behind her, giggling at the top of their lungs. 

A blonde one pulls down the bedsheets as you frantically try to scramble to your feet, desperate to get away. A pair of them has other plans, however, each one grabbing one of your arms and holding you up with more strength than their petite, feminine physique would suggest. 

Once they had you firmly restrained, the rest of them surrounded you in a tight perimeter as their glasses-girl leader took a few steps closer to you.

"So, I'm sure you could have already guessed, but we've decided on the new Little Man on Campus!" She gleefully announced, her sisters laughing and applauding at the news. "And I'm sure you're also smart enough to guess who it is...!" 

"Ready girls!" She ordered as she revealed what she'd been holding behind her back: A felt costume crown with the words L.M.O.C embroidered onto it in bold red letters! 

Simultaneously, she shoved the crown down on top of your head, and the girls who held your arms back tugged down your boxer shorts. You hadn't realized until this moment, but you had full-sail morning wood. Meaning, of course, your captors were seeing everything you had to offer. 

The reveal was met exactly as you'd expect: howling giggles, two-finger gestures, and pinky waves from the cruel goddesses. 

"Holy shit I didn't know they could BE that small!!" chirped the busty blonde.

"All my toys are at least three times bigger than that!" quipped another.

"Hun, the BATTERIES in my toys are at least three times bigger than that!" A ginger tomboy one-upped her.

Apparently hearing the giggle fit, and recognizing it was time to break in the new L.M.O.C., a few other girls from neighboring dorms began poking their heads into your room and offering their own laughs. Once again, you struggled to get free, but the girls holding your arms were steadfast. Eventually, you went limp and resigned yourself to your fate, hoping that soon, your penis would do the same.

"How much longer is this gonna go on?" You finally ask the brunette leader. 

"Oh, we're just getting started!" She folded her arms under her breasts. "I'd say 'welcome to the worst day of your life,' but..." She grinned. "We have PLENTY of worse days already planned for you!"