Ken stands in line nervously. Ever since the new law passed, he's been dreading the day when he finally "won" the inspection lottery.
He looks side to side. Other lines, other tables. At each table, a nice young lady. He heard that most of them are college girls who need a few extra yen. Can't blame them really.
Ken looks at the men being measured. Some strut up with confidence, others look ready to vomit. One man is escorted to the room in the back, sobbing. Poor bastard.
A shiver travels down Ken's spine as he hears a scream from farther down that hall of unspeakable horrors. Poor, poor bastard.
As Ken watches more poor bastards getting sent through the back and cocky assholes marching out in triumph, he moves through the line. Before he knows it, he's up.
The man in front of him sighs with relief, zips his pants back up, and scuttles away. He must have barely passed. With any luck, Ken can do the same. With any luck.
"Hello, sir!" Says the bright young lady at the table. She is very pretty in a mundane sort of way. "I'm Rin! What's your name?" As she asks, she glances at her list. "Fujimoto, Ken." He can't believe this is actually happening. He can feel his heart beating slightly faster and harder.
"Ah, Mr Fujimoto! I see you are a bit early, which is excellent! Hopefully we can get you passed on this inspection and send you on your way!" Rin is almost brimming with an innocent sort of optimism.
"Hopefully. What's the pass rate?" Ken asks, hoping for good news. "Well it's been about 72% overall, which is almost exactly what that government study predicted. Today hasn't been great, unfortunately. I've had to send like 25 guys to the.... well, let's not dwell on that! I'm sure you're more than adequate!" Rin and Ken simmer in the awkwardness for a moment.
"Well they want us to move at a certain pace, so let's get started!" Rin holds up a laminated sheet and begins to read it. "In order to cut back on crimes against women by insecure men, the prefectural government has decreed that men of insufficient penile size will be subjected to penile removal for their safety and that of others. All adult males under the age of 70 must submit to a penile examination once every ten years. Any penis found to be under 15 centimeters in length will be subject to timely removal. In some special circumstances, an opportunity for remeasurement may be granted at the discretion of a supervisor. Any attempt to subvert this law will be punished by castration."
Rin reads off the sheet as if she already has it half-memorized. Ken wonders how many men she had sentenced to penectomy. It makes him shudder.
After taking his vitals, Rin tells Ken to pull down his pants. This is the moment Ken has been dreading. He knows that he is only 14.8 centimeters when fully erect. 2 millimeters might be enough for them to round up, but who knows? Rin seems to like him though, so maybe that will help. Ken slowly pulls down his pants, exposing his genitals to Rin.
"Ok, Mr Fujimoto. All you need to do is stick your erect penis into the measuring apparatus, and hopefully I'll be able to release you with a clean bill of health!" Rin beams at Ken before looking down at his limp appendage. "Oh, if you're having trouble getting an erection, you can masturbate until you have it!" Rin watches Ken with a joyful intensity, her eyes lingering on his crotch as he begins to fondle himself.
As Ken strokes, he looks at Rin, imagining what she must feel like. Her breasts, her thighs, her mouth, her... her.... Ken stops, realizing that he's about to orgasm to the thought of Rin's supple pussy.
"Way to go, Mr Fujimoto! Just stick your penis in through those two metal loops, and I'll get you measured up!" Rin indicates to the simple measuring device, and Ken inserts himself as instructed. Rin smiles. "Looks like we have a winner here!"
Rin pulls out her clipboard, and leans in closely to read the exact measurement. After a bit of fiddling to find the exact number, Rin's demeanor slightly drops."Oh... Um sir, are you at full mast?"
"Shit!" Ken thinks to himself. "Well maybe I can push it a little more..." Ken squeezes his asscheeks like his life depends on it, because in a way, it does. Rin grabs hold of Ken's penis, and tries to pull it forward. She then gives it a few strokes. Ken keeps trying as she fiddles with his most prized possession.
Rin pulls away from Ken's genitals, and leans in closely. "Between you and me" she whispers, "you're a couple millimeters short. But fortunately I like you." Ken's mind passes 100 kilometers per hour as he tries to process the emotional whiplash. "I'm going to put 15 cm on the form. I'll find your number in our system and text you some meds that can help you pass your 10-year follow-up. It would be a crime to destroy such a beautiful penis. Maybe you can call me once you have my number." As Rin whispers these secret instructions, an ominous shadow appears behind her.
"Rin, what the hell are you doing?!" demands the woman behind her. She is tall and beautiful, but has a cruel face. "Shit!", Rin whispers under her breath. "Oh, Miss Tanaka! I was just informing Mr Fujimoto that he passed!" Rin subtly nudges Ken back as she tells her unconvincing lies. Ken takes the hint, and pulls his penis out from the measurer. "You were telling him by putting your hands on his cock? You know you're not allowed to help the patients!" Nothing gets past Tanaka apparently.
"Oh I wasn't trying to help him get hard! I was just adjusting the apparatus to get an accurate number..." Miss Tanaka is clearly unconvinced. "Well let's see this 'accurate number' then." Tanaka yanks the chart away from Rin, and scrutinizes it. "It looks like somebody wrote 14.8, scratched it out, and replaced it with 15."
"The first number was a mistake! His penis is 15 centimeters! I saw it with my own eyes!" Miss Tanaka is not buying it. "Well, seeing as the number is in question, and..." Miss Tanaka glances down at Ken's mostly flaccid wacker "Mr Fujimoto is not erect enough to measure again, this comes down to my judgement."
Ken waits nervously. Rin looks crestfallen. Without a word, Miss Tanaka pulls out a rubber stamp and slaps it down on the form. The word 'FAIL' is left in big, red letters.
"Please, Miss Tanaka!" cries Rin, tears beginning to well up in her eyes, "It was my mistake! I'm sure if he got a pass to come back next week-" "Your mistake, Rin" says Tanaka, cutting the younger woman off, "is your sympathy for these male creatures." Rin begins to cry, and Ken stands frozen in numbness as the inevitably washes over him.
"Do you think this pig, this animal, would have so much sympathy for you? Do you think he would hesitate to rape you on the train if he was drunk and your skirt was just a little too short? Would he lose sleep over deflowering you by force? To hell with him. The more filthy cocks in the cremator, the better. Take him away." Rin cries hard as two young women in security uniforms grab Ken by the arms and lead him away. Miss Tanaka watches on in hateful disgust.
Ken glides along to the cutting room doors, trying not to imagine the horrors he is about to endure. Images flash through his head. He sees that horrible Tanaka woman taunting him as she slowly slices through his pecker. He sees her gleefully burn his severed member in a furnace as she mockingly reminds him how much Rin liked him. He should have been with Rin. The poor bastard.