It’s not smaller

You sit once again on the crinkling paper of the exam table, naked from the waist down, legs slightly spread. The past month has been a whirlwind of reclaimed drive and obsessive indulgence. Cathy LeBlanc flips through your new labs, her expression a blend of professional interest and subtle amusement as she glances at your exposed groin.Your mind drifts while she works.

Every single day. That’s how it felt. The testosterone injections hit hard and fast. By week two you were waking up with urgent, throbbing morning wood thicker, heavier erections that demanded attention. You regained your passion for the gym with a vengeance. You pushed weights you hadn’t touched in years, sweat pouring down your back, muscles burning in the best way. Your shoulders feel broader, your chest tighter. Small but noticeable gains in your arms and legs. You catch yourself flexing in the mirror after every workout, cock half-hard at the sight of your own reflection.

But the real obsession was the porn and the stroking.Night after night you’d come home, strip, and lose yourself in solo female masturbation videos. You’d edge for hours to women fingering their dripping pussies—close-ups of slick fingers plunging deep, stretching puffy lips, rubbing swollen clits until they squirted. One favorite still makes your cock twitch even now: a thick-thighed brunette on her back, legs pinned back, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her creamy cunt while she rubbed her clit in fast circles. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds, her **** moans, the way her pussy clenched and gushed… you’d pump your own modestly improved dick furiously, matching her rhythm until you exploded across your chest in stronger, fuller loads than before.You masturbated four or five times daily some days. Always to women pleasing themselves. The humiliation of your renewed masculinity still orbiting around their pleasure never failed to push you over the edge.

Cathy clears her throat, bringing you back. “Let’s repeat the measurements and ultrasound.”

Your balls are slightly larger, heavier. Free T still only 225 ng/dL, but your muscle mass has improved noticeably. Shoulders wider, chest fuller, legs stronger from consistent gym work.Your flaccid penis looks smaller by comparison—dwarfed by the increased size of your thighs and the heavier scrotum hanging beneath it. But when you get hard for the measurements, the erection is stronger, thicker, with better stamina. You last longer when you stroke, throbbing powerfully in Cathy’s hand as she measures.“Much better tissue response,” she notes approvingly, giving your cock a slow, professional stroke that makes you leak. “You’re responding well. Energy up, muscle up, sexual stamina improved even if absolute size is still modest.”The humiliation cuts deeper here: you’re bigger and stronger everywhere except where it counts most. Your improved body only highlights how relatively small your cock remains. Yet the raw horniness and better workouts make it addictively satisfying. You imagine hitting the gym tomorrow, muscles pumped, then coming home to jerk furiously to close-up videos of glistening pussies being stretched by eager fingers.