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.