Mr. Smith has returned to the clinic. Today he will begin his treatments. He is an unfortunate man who possesses a three and a half inch dick. He has tried pills, pumps, creams, even surgery and nothing has worked. Nothing has helped to turn my patient into a real man with a cock. The treatment I am offering his his final hope, his last salvation.

I sit down with him, as is company policy and explain one further time that his hospitalization will include a form of hypnotherapy much like brainwashing. Regardless of his dick size, after my treatments, he will no longer be ashame...

Mr. Smith has returned to the clinic. Today he will begin his treatments. He is an unfortunate man who possesses a three and a half inch dick. He has tried pills, pumps, creams, even surgery and nothing has worked. Nothing has helped to turn my patient into a real man with a cock. The treatment I am offering his his final hope, his last salvation.

I sit down with him, as is company policy and explain one further time that his hospitalization will include a form of hypnotherapy much like brainwashing. Regardless of his dick size, after my treatments, he will no longer be ashamed and miserable. He will be a satisfied, eager member of society.

Unbeknownst to Mr. Smith, I would rather lose my job than make a tiny-dicked loser feel secure about himself. Sure, I offer confidence, but I’m lying through my teeth. Each one of those worthless, beta losers SHOULD feel ashamed of the pathetic flaps of skin they call dicks. I them and brainwash them. I do make them feel happy; they are satisfied with their new roles in life. They love worshipping alpha cock, just like they were always meant to.