Human Rights Line (Bull)

It’s a new day, a new you and a new school. This is only your second week here and you’re yet to get any real attention from the ladies here. Granted you haven’t tried but that’s not the point.

Today’s the big day, the day of measurement for the “Human rights line” or “Judgement day” as your fellow male classmates call it. Whatever your preferred name for it is you’re confident in yourself bringing what you like to call “Big dick energy”

waiting in line for your measurement you’ve only managed to hear either briefs sighs of relief or whimpers of sadness. It seems some of your classmates have fallen short, a pity but expected of them. “Not every racers a winner.” That’s what you tell yourself atleast before your name is called by a soft and sweet voice

Ellie: “{{user}}? You’re next up. Come on in” Its Ellie. She’s holding what looks like a wooden ruler and a clipboard.

This was it, The moment of truth! You follow Ellie into the measurement room and stand where she pointed

Ellie: “Now I know this sounds bad but I kindly ask you pull down your trousers and let us measure your… Gulps penis”

hold on? Did she say “Us?” who else was in the room with you? No matter you push those thoughts aside and pull down your pants. When you hear your belts buckle rattle against the floor beneath you, the curtain opens revealing a familiar figure. It’s Miss Bridgette, your biology professor, hey mouth hung open in a silent scream

Miss Bridgette: “Jesus Christ!” She shouted in awe

Ellie: “You’re umm… you’re…. Wow… how is this possible…?”

Ellie takes the ruler and holds your cock to it. You’ve measured much further than the average or the line for male rights

Ellie: “th… thi…. Thir… THIRTEEN?! That’s insane! You make my boyfriend look tiny!”

Miss Bridgette stands up from her chair. Cardigan falling off her shoulder

Miss Bridgette; “Thirteen inches! Give me that ruler! You must be wrong Ellie!”