Hormone Therapy

It all started by accident, in a way.

A team of scientists, physicians, chemists, biologists, psychologists and other researchers from the university had come up with what they called “hormonal therapy”, a process by which doctors could enhance the efficiency of hormonal action, using a herbal-based drug. Their main focus was male adolescents, hypothesizing that if young male teenagers’ hormonal action could be put under control and enhanced in preferable ways, this could be a breakthrough in improving human existence. Nobel Prize in the offing? You bet your ass!

That was all good and honorable. The team was hoping to discover a scientific process equal to, if not more drastic than, the genetic breakthrough. Their main interest was boys between 13 and 16, when their research showed that during this period, hormonal secretions were at their utmost activity in changing those boys’ physical characteristics.

Of course, the team had to turn to the local middle/high school for subjects. One of those boys, who the team considered ideal, was Rick.

Ideal? What did that mean? Rick was 16. Skinny as a stick, not a hair on his face or body (except maybe a sprinkling around his boy penis and some shades under his armpits), voice breaking but mostly high, one or two zits appearing on his face cheek. In short, Rick was as under-developed as a young teen as possible. And this drew the team’s attention. This was a subject who actually needed “hormonal therapy” badly.

Dr. Mables studied Rick’s file, scratching his sparsely-haired head, cleaned his glasses, ahem-ed and ah-ed. “Bring him in,” Marbles finally said to his two student assistants, John and Debbie, who had first spotted Rick and prepared his file.

John went out to the waiting room, which actually was another classroom, where the team had gathered a group of 10 teen boys who had already brought written approval from their parents. John looked around, searching for Rick. It took him some time, for Rick was in the back, disappearing behind the bigger boys shyly.

“Rick,” John called out. “Rick? Could you come forward please?”

The other boys looked around and behind, and there was Rick, his boy’s smooth face turning beet red, his stick legs slowly dragging forward.

Mables studied Rick who was standing before him, squirming, not knowing what to do with his slight body.

“Are you happy with your body, Rick?” Dr. Mables addressed the boy bluntly, without looking at the boy.

Rick squirmed even more and shook his head. “N…n…o,” the one-syllable word breaking into some ten different tones of voice.

Mables smiled and looked at John and Debbie.

“Everything seems to be in order,” the doctor said to his assistants. “All papers signed. And Rick here seems to be ready for some therapy.”

The two student assistants nodded and smiled encouragingly at the diminutive teenager.

“Well, then, we can start right away. Rick can take the first dose now, and then daily at this hour,” Mables looked at his watch and recorded the time.

Rick’s heart was beating so fast that he could barely breathe. What had he signed for? And his parents had eagerly agreed although his brother, Ed, had relentlessly teased him for hours. Ed, 18 years old, was a typical young man, his body toned, his beard already grown and trimmed, his voice matured and masculine. Rick was always in awe with his brother’s physique and he dreamt of turning out like Ed, so handsome, so manly, oh… so popular.

Eagerly, Rick swallowed the two pills that John and Debbie gave him. And immediately, he ran to the toilets to check in the mirror whether there was any change. His face looked the same, though, perhaps a new zit getting ready to flare. He went into one of the stalls, dropped his shorts and looked down at his body: still a stick, still as smooth as a baby bottom. His dick wasn’t even a dick by any standard. It was a boy’s weenie. He had played with it and seen it erected and all, but what could you do with a pencil-thick 3-inch penis? Even hard? Rick sighed and left the toilets, heart-broken.

“Well?” Rick’s mother looked at her boy as he entered the kitchen coming back from school. Dina, his 12-year old sister, was there, at the kitchen table with a cookie and a glass of milk.

“Will Rick turn into a monster?” Dina asked, innocently, but with a gleam in her face, as vicious as any young sibling can be.

“Oh, Dina, you and your thoughts! Of course, Rick will not turn into a monster,” Mom admonished her daughter, who was smirking at Rick.

Rick felt tears build up behind his eyeballs. He slammed down his backpack on the kitchen table and left the kitchen to his room, where he dropped onto his bed and started crying. His tiny boy body heaved with his sobs, of pain, of shame, of embarrassment. Scenes flashed in his head: his mates poking at him, making jokes about his boyishness, all sorts of ugly comments, making his life miserable. Then he thought of the “therapy.” Was that going to be a wonder drug? Was he going to develop like his brother? He ached and sobbed.

“Oh, my boy, my darling boy,” Mom thought bitterly. “Why? Why hasn’t he grown like his brother?” She eyed Dina as the girl munched on her chocolate chips cookie and sipped her milk.

“Mama,” Dina started.

“OH, Dina, shut up,” the mother burst out in spite of herself. “Finish your cookie and go to your room. I don’t want to hear you making those silly remarks about your brother.”

“But Mom…” Dina responded, taking a breath to go on.

“TO YOUR ROOM,” the heart-aching mother ordered angrily.

Dina quickly swallowed and rushed out of the kitchen, sobbing. Mom heaved and felt the tears trickling down her face. She didn’t hear the kitchen door open as Ed entered and saw her crying.

“Oh, Mom, what the heck! Hey, what happened?” he asked concerned, wrapping his muscled arm around his mother’s shoulder and pulling her to him. She buried her head into his masculine chest and sobbed some more.

“Ed,” she moaned, “Eddie, it’s Rick.”

“What’s the matter with him, now?” Ed was upset that his mother cried over his under-developed wimp of a brother.

“Oh, Eddie, I so worried about my Rick. Why isn’t he growing normally? Why?”

“Mom, take it easy. He will grow, in time. Everyone grows but some faster than others. Stop worrying about him.”

Around a week later, Rick emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist and a smile on his face. He had studied his body carefully in the bathroom. No changes. Hairless. Ribs sticking out. Thighs and legs like sticks.

But Rick noticed with surprise that his penis was a bit longer. He stared with incredulity. Was the drug working? He jumped up and looked at his face in the mirror more closely. No. No hair. Not even any fuzz. Only zits. Down his chest. No. Nothing. His pubes weren’t even pubes, just some wiry hairs around the base of his penis, his “weenie.” But Rick was almost certain that this weenie of his had grown longer. He noticed that now, his boy penis was as big soft as it used to be when he played with it and made it hard.

He erected. Using the measuring tape, his penis, which wouldn’t stretch beyond 3 inches a week before, now measured just shy of 5 inches! He almost fainted as he stroked his boy dick. When he shot his load a few minutes later, the squirts were huge streaming up in the air. Although his body was not showing any changes, his dick felt like a man’s.

So this smile returned to his face and Dina saw that. She froze with wide eyes. Rick had always been a gloomy boy, seldom smiling.

“Mom, Mamma,” Dina shouted breathlessly as she ran down the stairs to the kitchen. “Mom, oh Mom!”

“What?” Mother dashed out of the kitchen alarmed. “What is it, girl?”

“Mom, Rick!”

“Oh my God!” thought her mother, scared. Starting up the stairs, she said, “What about Rick, Dina?”

“Oh, Mom, I saw him coming out of the bathroom smiling!”

Mom froze at the bottom of the stairs and turned around to look at her daughter. “Smiling? Rick? Rick is smiling? Dear, dear, Oh, Rick is smiling!” Her voice was jubilant. She could not imagine that her gloomy son had found something to smile about especially since it seemed that the “wonder drug” was not doing any wonders. But was it?

Rick, however, was in his room, naked, staring at the foot-length mirror, his cock hanging down over his balls. Not as big as Ed’s. He’d seen Ed’s cock a few times since Ed wasn’t particular about his brother seeing him naked. Ed would prance in front of his skinny and small brother and show off his abs and pecs and dick proudly, teasing. However now, with wonder, Rick watched with wide eyes as his dick started to harden and rise straight and up. In no time he was hard again. He stroked, thrusting his hips outwards, reveling at the feeling of gripping this man rod, and hit the mirror with his jizz forcefully, his knees almost buckling under him.

The next morning, Rick jumped out of bed and checked his dick, which was already hard. Breathing heavily, he noticed that it was even bigger than it had been the day before. He covered himself with a towel and ran to the bathroom for the measuring tape. Sure enough: six wonderful inches! It looked sort of weird between his stick-thighs and his ribbed, boney cage. But there it was , a majestic six inches. Six inches! Rick was jubilant.

Oh, Rick thought, no more will my mates tease me about my “weenie”! It is bigger than any of theirs. Is it bigger than Ed’s, he wondered? Still his joy was clouded by the fact that there were no other changes in his scrawny body that he could notice. Well, he mused, they can flick their towels at his butt and taunt him all they wanted, but when they saw his cock now, they would be impressed, wouldn’t they? Even Ed would be impressed.

Could it really be true? Thought Rick the following morning. He was keeping the measuring tape next to him and now, erected and throbbing his dick was almost 7 inches. A whole inch in one day? Rick was elated and again shot a huge load of cum onto the mirror in front of him as he watched his now man-cock squirt. He wanted to shout to the whole world that he was becoming a man. Wasn’t this a man’s cock in his shaking palm? Rick’s puny boy-body shook with emotions.

But why wasn’t the rest of his body developing. It was time for John and Debbie to take him to Dr. Mables to check on the progress of the therapy. He had no idea what they were going to do next now that his dick had gotten to 8 inches when hard.

Dr. Mables was at a total loss as he checked Rick’s naked body. There was no change in the boy except for his penis, now lying flaccid on top of his balls, snaking to at least 5 inches. How big was it going to be when erect, Mables mused? He checked the boy’s folder. Rick’s penis started with a mere 2 inches before the therapy began. Now it was five inches! The drug is working. But then again, the doctor studied the boy’s stunted body. It had remained unchanged, still the skinny, boney kid that looked twelve instead of fifteen years old. No hair growing anywhere, not even around his enlarged and hanging penis.

Dr. Mables looked at John, and motioned for Debbie to leave the room. John advanced and raised Rick’s penis in his hand and using some lube started to stroke it. In no time, the kid erected. Mables’s eyes grew wide with amazement. John measured: 9 full inches. That was definitely a wonder. As if in a flash, Mables felt weak in the stomach. What if the penis did not stop growing? Would he have a freak? Would he become another Frankenstein? He would be ostracized… thrown out of the university, out of the profession. His whole career was on the line. He sweated and looked at the poor kid with the huge erection lying on the examination table and trembled with anxiety.

“Bring him back tomorrow for another exam,” Mables told John in a trembling voice.

John nodded. He looked at Rick, naked and hard, and took pity on the kid although he trembled with desire for the man-cock erecting from the boy’s body. Without any instructions from his professor, and driven by desire, John gripped the hard nine-incher and stroked it, to the boy’s amazement. Rick was so taken by the sensations of his body, by the feeling of another guy’s hand around his dick, that he couldn’t dare move. With a loud moan, Rick shot some two feet up in the air, fountain like, as John furiously worked the cock shaft with both hands.

“Ten inches?” Mables whispered in fright the next morning.

Again Rick lay on the exam table, motionless, pitifully skinny, wonderfully erected. He looked at John expectantly, and without hesitation John reached for the huge shaft and stroked it to ejaculation. John was enjoying what was now becoming a daily event, as evidenced by the bulge in his pants. He would go to the john and jerk off with awe and lust at the hard cock he had brought to orgasm. He wished he could suck it and taste the jizz that shot out of the slit, but of course he couldn’t and wouldn’t, not in front of the professor. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere away from the school, if he could get the kid alone, Rick might be interested. He definitely enjoyed the hand jobs.

When Rick walked home, he could feel the unusual heaviness between his skinny thighs. His penis, although flaccid, lay all the way down his thigh. He looked down to check if his penis would show through the legs of his Bermudas. Not yet. Not yet? Rick’s heart skipped a beat as the thought struck him. What if it kept growing? Oh God, he thought. It was enormous already, compared to Ed’s dick and even to the hard dicks he’s seen on porn sites on the net. But the prof’s assistant liked playing with it. Rick wished that John would suck him off. He had to control his imagination since his dick started to elongate, and pretty soon it would peek through his shorts leg.

“Hi Rick,” his mother greeted him with a smile as he entered the kitchen, a little bent over, trying his best to cover his crotch.

“Mom,” Rick said, having made up his mind to talk to an adult. “I gotta talk to you about something.”

“Sure, honey,” his mother said, her heart aching for her boy. “Let’s go to the living room.”

She patted the couch beside her inviting her son to sit and open his heart to her.

“Mom,” Rick started. Suddenly tears flowed down his face cheeks. “Oh, Mom, what if it doesn’t stop growing?” he blurted.

“Huh?” Rick’s mother had no idea what her son was crying about. What was it that wouldn’t stop growing? Nothing was growing in her boy, as far a she could tell. He still looked twelve years old. What was the matter?

Suddenly, Rick stood in front of his mother and dropped his shorts and boxers.

“Oh my God!” his mother inhaled, covering her mouth, as she looked with shock at her boy’s enormous penis. “Oh, honey, oh my baby,” she whimpered, thinking: Jesus, this thing looks double the size of my own husband’s! Unconsciously and guiltily, she felt tremors in her own nether regions. Was that wetness? My God, she thought, gazing at the man-size, no, the superman-size, the giant man-size, cock.

Rick, noticing his mother’s shocked reaction, needed no words. He pulled up his Bermudas and ran up to his room, sobbing. But shouldn’t he be happy? Who wouldn’t want a big dong? He’d be popular with all the girls in school. Certainly he was already popular with handsome John who had stroked him so lovingly and brought him off. No, he wouldn’t cry. What was between his legs was man enough. Let them all taunt and tease. Let them be shocked. They could all suck on his dick. Fuck them all!

That night, Rick couldn’t sleep. His mother wouldn’t even meet his eyes at dinner. She had a guilty look added to the previous looks of sympathy and love that she used to have for him.

Yes. The next morning, it was 12 inches. He measured but no more jerked off. He straightened his back and pushed his crotch forward. He still looked 12 years old if one didn’t look at his enormous manhood. Later, John didn’t stroke his dick for him, which he was looking forward to. Instead, John walked out with Rick and whispered that he would like to see him after school.

John was waiting outside the gate in his Honda. Rick got in and they drove off to what Rick supposed was John’s place. In the small studio apartment, John, dizzy with desire, pulled down Rick’s shorts and immediately took the incredible cock in his mouth. It grew. And grew. And grew. John stretched his jaws until they ached, and still the huge cock grew huger. He held onto Rick’s stick-legs and sucked on the wonderful cock knob totally filling his mouth. It was only the head that John could swallow without gagging. The cock head was as big as a whole cock, stretching his mouth and prodding his throat. John held onto the thick shaft with both hands. This… thing must be more than 13 or 14 inches, John thought as he sucked. When the boy’s sperm hit the back of his throat, he moaned and sucked harder, fighting down the choking and gagging.

Rick was in ecstasy. This hot guy was kneeling before him sucking his cock! Oh, wonder of wonders. A guy was actually eating his man-meat. His load exploded with such force that he almost lost consciousness, holding onto John’s head with both hands.

John held Rick’s flaccid cock, covered with spit and cum, as they sat next to each other, both naked. It was at least 8 inches soft. He stroked it gently. Rick moaned. This skinny, puny boy had the largest cock John had ever experienced. John was gay and had experienced many guys. No one, simply no one, had such a huge dick. As John stroked, he felt the cock come back to life. He pulled on it a bit faster. Rick erected again. It must be 14 inches, must be! John heaved. Would he dare take it up the ass? He would be impaled. John shook with uncontrollable desire, lusting but scared.

Rick and John didn’t communicate in words throughout all of this. John brought lube. Rick watched in animated surprise as his cock slithered in John’s lubed palm. Rick tried to control his breathing when John straddled him and tried to sit on his cock, holding the hard shaft and guiding the huge knob into his hole. John screamed as Rick’s monster invaded him. But he persisted with lust and forced himself down the hard thick shaft for an impossibly long time. Instinctively, little Rick, shoved up deep into the tight hole. He couldn’t wait for John to ride him. He thrust and more cock forced itself into the tight hole. His first fuck. An ass fuck. A guy’s fuck! John felt as if Rick’s cock was going up through his guts and was going to emerge out of his mouth! But as soon as John’s butt finally rested in Rick’s crotch, Rick squealed and shot his load. He saw stars. He heard bells. He went to heaven.

“Oh, my God, Rick,” John heaved as he wiped his more than sore ass, jizz seeping out in quantity. “What a dick!”

Ricks’ eyes were glazed, his snakelike dick lay limp over his balls between his skinny thighs, the head reaching below his knees. He had just fucked ass. He had loved it. Oh boy, the sensations! But all it took was one thrust and he blew his load. It was awesome, beyond description. When he opened his eyes, John had already dressed. He stood up, his dick dangling between his legs and with difficulty pulled up the baggy jeans he had started to wear to be able to contain his massive cock.

“Can we do it again, John?” Rick asked in his cracking voice as they left the apartment. “Please?”

John looked at the kid. Oh, man, he was just a scrawny skinny kid. But, oh man, what a dick!

“Yes, Rick, yes,” John heaved, his sore hole twitching crazily.

“Boy,” Rick’s father addressed him as soon as Rick got home. “Come up with me.”

Rick was scared shitless. His dad was a gentle father, never been harsh with him. The tone now was completely different. His father had never called him “boy.” It had always been “Rick” or “Ricky” or “Son” when he wanted to explain something or other.

“Drop your jeans and show me,” his father ordered Rick as soon as they walked into the bedroom.

Stunned, Rick did as he was told. He stood with his baggy jeans and boxers around his ankles, his dick reaching down an inch or so below his knees, like a third leg.

Rick’s father stared with wide eyes. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed.

Also, to Rick, that was another first. His father had never used swear words in the house in front of them.

“What the fucking fuck!” Rick’s father exclaimed again, his eyes glued at his son’s crotch, eyes moving up and down the length of the anaconda between the stick thighs and legs. He scratched his head. “What have they fucking done to my fucking son?”

Rick’s mother rushed into the room and froze as she saw Rick, cock dangling, stupefied. Without realizing, her groins moved. She looked at her husband who stood with his mouth open and his eyes staring. Then he turned his gaze on his wife.

“What have they done to my fucking boy?” he almost screamed.

Rick shook with apprehension. His mother had covered her mouth and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Suddenly, his father stormed out of the house heading for the school. Rick’s mother hugged her boy with anguish and Rick instinctively buried his head in her bust. His cock erected.

“Oh, Mom,” Rick wept. “What will I do?”

Rick’s mother gazed at what not even in her dreams had she ever envisaged. She felt her wetness and quickly knelt and pulled up Rick’s boxers and jeans, trying hard to contain the 15 inches of hard meat, resisting the urge to grab it, stroke it, grip it, kiss it, when in horror she covered her son and moved away, guilty at the mixed sensations and feelings racking her body.

“My baby, oh, what have they done?”

Rick went to his room, took out his dick, grabbed it with both hands and pulled on it hard as if he was trying to pull out a plant from the soil around it. “Come out you fucker,” he hissed. “I don’t want you no more.” He pulled and pulled but all he got was an erection and ultimately an ejaculation.

Rick was ridiculed as soon as he left his home. People pointed. They smirked. They gasped. Rick humped over and tried to ignore the looks and comments. The worst part was last evening. Dina, his little sister, had barged into his room just as he exploded and lay back exhausted, his dick dangling between his thighs down the side of the bed, his bare chest heaving and covered with cum.

“Rick! Rick!” Suddenly she gasped and froze in the middle of the room, mesmerized by the snaking dick. “Gosh… Rick. What’s THAT?”

“GetoutgetoutGETOUT,” Rick screamed at his sister turning over and lying on his belly, with still his dick dangling and not covered.

Dina rushed out, raced down the stairs, shouting: “Momma, Mooooom, Rick, Gosh, Mommy…”

Her mother met Dina at the kitchen door, fully knowing what her daughter was agitated about.

“Haven’t I told you to respect each other’s room? How many times?” she admonished Dina who held her by the skirt, trying to speak but choking. “Hush, baby,” her mother continued, stroking Dina’s hair. “Rick is ok. Don’t worry. Everything will be fixed. Your dad went to the school and will talk to the doctors. Hush, honey.”

Ed entered and gazed at his mother and sister clutching each other.

“Mom?”

“It’s your brother. Go check on him, Eddie, please.”

Ed had heard about Rick, but he hadn’t actually seen his brother’s dick. He went into Rick’s room and was struck speechless, for Rick was still lying on his back, and was fisting his huge cock with both hands and stroking it.

“What the fuck, bro,” Ed finally managed to say.

Rick paid his older brother no attention whatsoever. Everyone had seen his dick, even his parents and little sister. So fucking what! He stroked unabashedly, staring at Ed’s astonished face. Slowly, Ed came out of his daze and walked over to the bed. He sat on the side of the bed next to Rick, who never stopped his slow stroking and never took his eyes away from Ed’s.

As if in a dream, Ed removed Rick’s hand and gripped the monster. It throbbed weirdly in his palm. Tentatively, he slid his hand down the entire length, which he estimated to be at least 18 inches or longer. With awe, he stroked. Without looking at his skinny brother’s face or body, he bent and took the head in his mouth. Rick moaned, bucked, and shot his load, splashing all over his brother’s awe-struck face.

“Fuck, Rick,” Ed moved away from the fountain of cum streaming out of Rick’s cock, his hand still around its huge shaft. “Man, you jizzed on me.”

“You were sucking me,” retorted Rick with a smile. “You ate my jizz, bro,” he said in his broken boy’s voice.

Ed couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was as if he was dreaming. He had never imagined that he would hold onto a cock let alone put it in his mouth and taste cum. Ed was as straight as they make them. But at that moment, he wondered what it would be like to carry this monster of a cock around between the legs. He looked at his brother with pity, mixed with astonishment, mixed with pride.

Dr. Mables was at a complete loss as to what to say to Rick’s father, who was seething with anger.

“You have to do something, Doc. The boy has become a freak. There must be some kind of anti-drug, no?”

“Well, ahem,” Mables was trying his best to forestall the angry and concerned man. The last time he examined Rick, he almost fainted. When John eagerly fisted and stroked Rick, the monster that rose from that skinny boy-body was definitely a freak. He had no idea what he could do. The drug definitely seemed to work, but it did so on the boy’s penis only, and, what was even worse, did not stop although Mables had ordered that the drug be stopped almost a week before when Rick’s cock erected at 15 inches. The thing still grew and grew.

“Well,” Mables again said in a shaking voice. “We’re doing the best we can. The drug was stopped a week ago. Its effects will surely stop some time.”

“Some time?” the father said incredulously. “Some time? When? And how do you propose to reduce the monster that you have created between my son’s legs?”

“Let’s be reasonable here,” Mables said, as Rick’s father shot daggers with his eyes at him. “There will always be a way. We are working on it, sir, I assure you. John,” Mables called John in more for moral assistance than for any medical suggestion.

John and Debbie rushed in. They were listening at the door, anxious and somewhat frightened. Debbie had seen Rick’s cock when it flaccid. But John had experienced much more than that. His rim muscle was still sore and twitched and squeezed every time he thought about his encounter with Rick. He ached for that to happen again, and he made sure that he did.

Eventually, Rick’s dick stopped growing at 25 inches.

Ed was in love with his little brother, protective and once in a while jerking him off… always in wonder and in awe. It surprised Ed that as soon as his hand encircled Rick’s shaft, he developed and erection. And whenever he masturbated in his room, it wasn’t his girlfriend’s pussy that was behind his closed eyes, but rather Rick’s cock shooting streams of cum up in the air and down onto his gripping and stroking hands.

Little Dina never really cared either way. For her, boys’ weenies were not a priority over her dolls. It would be a few years before she would appreciate a long and satisfying male member. And she never attempted to go into her brothers’ rooms without being invited.

Mom and Dad were still concerned about their son, but at least the crisis had settled somehow.

Dr. Mables resigned from the university and disappeared.

John stayed on, and was able to get Rick to fuck him a couple of times, now lasting for more than just one thrust but plowing into the depth of depths, and resulting in John’s spending more than a week walking funny with the sorest ass and the widest smile.

Rick? Rick was both elated with his manhood and in agony as how to be able to look normal in normal situations. When soft, his monster dick could be manageable with difficulty. But the problem arose when he started to erect. At his age, erections were as often as every few minutes. Invariably, he would rush to the nearest john and jack off whether he wanted to or not, just to be able to keep his dick soft and hidden inside his overly baggy jeans. He still wanted to date though. His body started to fill out. Fuzz sprang out on his smooth chest and legs and in his armpits. His voice stabled. There was just a shade of dark fuzz on his upper lip.

Rick became the most popular guy around. People even started referring to anything huge as a rickdick size. And it so happened that it was lucky John who was the only one that could take Rick’s long dong up the ass.