Test

You swallow hard, heart pounding, and look Cathy in the eyes.

“Testosterone,” you whisper. “Let’s… let’s try to normalize it first.”

Cathy smiles, a mix of approval and quiet amusement. “Good boy. We’ll start you on a moderate dose. Injections every two weeks to begin.” She pats your bare thigh, her fingers brushing dangerously close to your still-leaking little cock. “Come back in a month for labs. And try not to fight what your body wants in the meantime.”

You leave the clinic flushed and half-hard, already throbbing with anticipation and shame.The first few weeks hit like a slow-burning fuse. Your energy climbs.

Mornings bring thicker, more insistent erections still modest in size, maybe pushing 4.5 inches on your best days, but firmer, veined, and aching with need. Your balls feel heavier, tighter. You’re horny constantly.

You start consuming porn like it’s oxygen.Every evening you lock your bedroom door, strip completely, and open your laptop. The algorithm knows exactly what you crave now: endless videos of women masturbating. Solo girls. Beautiful, confident women spreading their legs and playing with themselves for the camera.You stroke your improved-but-still-small cock as you watch a gorgeous brunette in nothing but thigh-high stockings. She’s on her back, knees pulled to her chest, two fingers buried deep in her slick pink pussy. The wet sounds are obscene schlick-schlick-schlick as she pumps them in and out, her juices coating her hand and dripping down her ass. She moans loudly, circling her swollen clit with her thumb while her other hand pinches a hard nipple. Her hips buck, tits jiggling with every thrust of her fingers.Your hand flies up and down your shaft, matching her rhythm.

Precum flows freely, lubing every frantic stroke. You zoom in on the close-up: her pussy lips stretched around her fingers, inner walls glistening, clit throbbing visibly. She gasps, “Fuck, I’m so wet…” and adds a third finger, stretching herself wider. The wet squelching fills your headphones.You imagine burying your face there, but mostly you just jerk. Hard. Desperately.

Another favorite: a petite blonde with perky tits and a completely shaved cunt. She rides a thick pillow, grinding her clit against it while fingering her tight asshole at the same time. Her moans are high and needy. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum…” Her body shakes, pussy visibly contracting, a small squirt soaking the fabric beneath her.You lose it every time. Your modest cock pulses in your fist and you erupt

thick, forceful ropes of cum splattering your chest and stomach. The orgasms feel stronger than before, more masculine in their intensity, yet the shame remains delicious because you know you’re still small. Still not enough for most women. You clean up, then start another video.Night after night it’s the same ritual. Hours of solo female masturbation porn. Close-ups of dripping pussies, swollen clits being rubbed raw, fingers and toys plunging deep. You edge for forty, fifty minutes sometimes, pumping your slightly thicker cock while watching women make themselves cum over and over.

The humiliation of knowing you get off hardest to women pleasing themselves not to you fucking them only makes you stroke faster.

One particularly filthy session: a curvy redhead with massive tits sits in front of her mirror, legs spread obscenely wide. She works a realistic dildo in and out of her creamy cunt, moaning about how full it makes her feel.

Juices run down the toy, coating her asshole. She pulls it out, slaps her clit with it, then shoves it back in balls-deep while rubbing her clit furiously. Her orgasm is explosive—squirting all over the mirror, body convulsing.You cum so hard you see stars, weak spurts mixing with the stronger ones, painting your thighs. You lie there panting, cock twitching, already reaching for the next video.

Testosterone makes you insatiable. You masturbate three, four, sometimes five times a day. Always to women finger-fucking themselves, always imagining how much better they feel than anything your modest dick could provide. The restored drive is real, but so is the lingering knowledge that you’re still the smaller one. The beta who jerks desperately while real women take care of their own pleasure, and it feels humiliatingly perfect.