This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. Medical references are fictional and contrived to enhance the story. I hope you enjoy this story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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I had always been the smallest kid in my class. Actually, I wasn't just small, I was tiny. And I wasn't just the smallest boy; I was significantly smaller than any of the girls, too!
As a result, my mother was very protective of me. Dad said that I was just late in developing, but Mom worried that something was really wrong with me. Of course, I couldn't play any sports that gave an advantage to participants who were tall (like basketball), or physical strength (like football or wrestling). In high school I did play on the co-ed soccer team, where agility was valued. But I was mostly just a math nerd.
By the time I was in the middle of my junior year of high school, I had just turned 18 and I still looked like a 10 or 11 year old boy. I weighed about 85 pounds and was less than 5 ft. tall, and I had shown no signs of sexual development. My penis and testicles looked like a little boy's, and I was not growing hair on my face, my chest, or my privates. My mom decided that it was time to do something about this!
The family doctor had referred us to a pediatric endocrinologist who ran a bunch of tests which showed that I was not producing normal levels of male hormones. He suggested that I could get injections of male hormones, but since I wasn't producing them, I would probably have to continue them for the rest of my life! He said that the results of those shots would produce some change, but we should not expect phenomenal results. I didn't really like that plan and neither did she.
Mom did some internet research looking for doctors who were doing "cutting edge" research in growth and development, and found a group of researchers working out of the medical school of the state university about 200 miles away.
She contacted them and described my circumstances, and they were interested in reviewing my case in person. She and I drove to their research center to meet with them. Of course, we took all of the test results from the multitude of tests that I had already had done.
After meeting with us and doing a thorough physical, reviewing the previous tests and doing a bunch more, they asked if I could stay in their research center for 3 or 4 weeks. They wanted to run a series of additional tests and test some possible treatments to see what might work for me. They were very intrigued by my case. Both Mom and I would have to sign a bunch of forms and releases, but the treatments would be free since it was research.
We talked about it and agreed that this would be worth a try. We would go out and buy me a few days' clothes and Mom would ship me additional clothes as soon as she got home. I would have to stay there by myself because Mom would need to return to work.
After a couple weeks of testing and tentative treatments, they requested that Mom visit for a progress meeting. They said that I was producing almost no male hormones, and only a tiny bit of the normal growth hormones. They suggested that I remain at the research center while they gave me a massive series of hormone treatments to get my body rolling. They also recommended a series of genetic modification treatments that 'should' cause my body to begin producing the missing hormones naturally.
They acknowledged that they had never encountered a patient with this severe an issue as mine. They had no baseline for comparison, so the treatments would be based on a 'best guess'. They might have to make two or three tries to get satisfactory results. I would need to stay at the center while the treatments were done and evaluated. Mom and I both agreed, and we requested that they take as aggressive an approach as they considered prudent.
I received two, then three hormone shots each day. Then they began the gene therapy. I felt like I had a terrible case of influenza; they had injected a live virus into my body to carry the new genetic material. After two weeks of daily hormone shots, I had grown less than a half inch.
The doctors increased the dosage of the hormone shots and gave me a more potent version of the gene therapy. Again I felt like I had contracted the flu.
After another two weeks they increased the dosage of the hormone shots to four times the normally recommended dose. They said that I should receive that dosage every day for the next 12 months, and they showed me how to administer the injections myself. They also gave me the most potent gene therapy that had been developed, including therapies for genes responsible for various male sex hormones as well as various growth hormones.
They said that this final version of the gene therapy, when given to chimpanzees, caused them to grow larger than gorillas.
After two more weeks, I had grown a little bit and was beginning to see a tiny increase in my facial hair. They gave me a six month supply of the hormones, including a couple new ones they thought might work in synergy with those I was already taking. Then they scheduled a follow-up for six months and sent me home with instructions to do the hormone injections regularly and also to follow an exercise and weight training regime.
I was pretty discouraged. Three months and all the treatments and I had grown about two inches and had a little bit of peach fuzz!
I persuaded Mom to get me a supply of Human Growth Hormones and Testosterone from a body building store. I started taking four times the recommended dose and worked my way up to TEN TIMES the recommended dose. I never skipped my other hormone injections and I was regular with my exercise programs.
I had missed several weeks of school so my mom had arranged for me to take the tests and turn in critical homework after I had returned home. I had helped Jenny, a girl who lived two doors away and was in my class, with her math in the past. Now it was time for her to return the favor. Jenny was beautiful and a varsity cheerleader who had always treated me as a little brother.
She reviewed the various classes, reading assignments, chapters covered, etc. So that I would be ready for the tests and could complete the reports and so forth that I needed to complete. We spent some time together nearly every school night as I was getting caught up.
By the end of the school year, I had actually grown about four more inches! I was up to 5' 6"! And I was starting to develop a little bit of pubic hair!! I had completed all of my required reports and papers and had taken all of my tests. I had gotten nearly all A's.
I had signed up for the city's co-ed youth soccer league for the summer. Since the teams were based on where you lived in the city, Jenny and I were on the same team. Since our family had a car for me to drive, I normally drove to the practices and games, and Jenny rode with me. We had always been friendly, as I said; she treated me like a little brother. With the hours we had spent on school work over the past couple months, and traveling to soccer together, we began to become true friends.
By the end of June I had grown another two inches! I had returned to the Research Center and everyone was encouraged by the results. I received another six month supply of the hormone injections and scheduled another appointment for the end of summer. Mom had replenished my supply of the over-the-counter supplements as well. The combination seemed to be working. Besides my growth spurt, I was developing in other ways as well. My facial hair was darkening and coming in more, as was my chest hair and my pubic hair. And my penis and testicles were enlarging substantially. My penis had been about the size of the last section of my thumb; now it was over 4" long when erect! And, yes, I was actually having erections!
By the end of July I had grown another 3"; I was now 5'11" tall. The exercises and weight training I had been doing had allowed me to build muscle mass as well, so that I weighed about 180# and looked pretty buff, if I do say so myself. And my penis and testicles had grown substantially; my cock was now about 7" long and well over an inch thick when erect.
But I was having a problem. I was erect nearly all of the time, and my testicles were painful. I finally broke down and talked to my mother about this, and she said, "Let's take a look." We went to my bedroom and I dropped my shorts and underwear. My penis was fully erect and leaking fluid.
