And as the chemicals coursed through my body, changing me fundamentally, I also started to exercise, to work out, finally motivated now to make as much as I could from my body. I ate Power Bars and protein/creatine mixes (all under the Doctors instructions) while daily I lifted weights and did aerobic training.
School was still shitty – nothing changed yet there – but I finally had a reason to live and spent much more time on my schoolwork, eager now to get a scholarship and be able to go on to University eventually.
By Christmas I was four feet six, a veritable giant I thought, and enough hair was now growing on my face to make me believe I’d be able to grow a respectable beard or mustache someday in the future.
I turned eighteen in late February, and that night had my first full blown wet dream, waking happily as my now almost seven inch prick spurted sticky cream all over my stomach.
Even Doc Clickstein had been surprised at how my penis had grown, admitting to me one day in March that he’d only hoped for maybe four or five inches when fully hard. “And now look at you, more than seven inches now and still growing. You’re going to be a giant of a man with the ladies, my boy,” he told me laughing.
He measured my height and weight monthly, tested my growing muscles and of course paid special attention to my penis, its length and girth were constantly monitored. In April he also had me tested for sperm count and potency and proudly announced one week later, “You set records my boy, you’re off the chart for sperm count, you’ll father many babies young man!”
But I think it was the May measurement, the Doc’s, “Mein Gott Jimmy, over nine inches, you’re bigger than me!” when something clicked in my head, when I finally accepted that I was the equal of anyone, that I didn’t have to apologize any more, that I was a man.
JUNE 25th 2005 – MIAMI, FLORIDA
“So ladies, the years up, what do you think?” Doctor Clickstein asked as soon as we arrived laughing in the room. (‘We’ll give them a show’, the doc had promised me the week before, ‘let’s give them a real surprise’)
As I watched Mom and Patty throw themselves at the good doc, and heard them heaping praise on him, I was tingling in anticipation, wondering how they’d react when they realized the final secret.
“Yes, yes ladies, we’ve had some success, we’ve been lucky”
“Bullshit,” Mom, who never swore, exclaimed. “You’re a genius professor, we can never repay you,” she said as she rained kisses on his blushing cheeks.
“Yes, well… anyway let’s get to the results,” he finally said, grinning as he pointed to the picture he had placed earlier on the wall. “This is a full size picture of Jimmy taken exactly one year ago. Only forty-seven inches tall, eighty pounds, no muscles, his penis…” he trailed off as we all looked at what I’d been.
“Jimmy. Take off your shirt and shorts please. Stand by the picture. Voila ladies, the new Master O’Scoury. One hundred and thirty-eight chiseled pounds on a five foot and one half inch tall body. And capable of growing a respectable beard,” he laughed, and you could hear how proud and how happy he was for me in the tone of his voice.