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Tonight, coach is taking you and the boys out to party. That doesn't mean you skip your two gym sessions and your three hours of football training, though. You've just come straight from the field, not bothering to change cause you know what this pose in this outfit does to the old man.

Seeing you in regulation uniform invariably means coach is gonna get too excited to focus on anything else. He's gonna give you a pre-fuck before the partying begins - to get you both to calm down a little.

I've always been tall and lanky. An ectomorph, you could say. That particular brand of physiology is bull in most cases, but unfortunately for me, the inability to put on any sort of muscle or weight was absolutely true.

I'd just finished an embarrassingly difficult set at the gym when this muscular slightly shorter guy came up to me. Said his name was Paul, that he'd seen me here really often, and that he knew exactly what it was like to put hours into lifting with nothing to show for it.

I kinda scoffed, since Paul wasn't super jacked or anything but he definitely had some muscle on him. So then he whipped out his phone and showed me a photo.

I thought it was some sort of joke at first. The guy in the pics had the same face as Paul, but he was a total beanpole. Even skinnier than I was. And weirdly, he kinda looked as tall as I was.

So then he told me about the new supplement he'd tried. Super experimental nanobot tech. You take a little pill and for the next 24 hours your body turns into a manliness factory; muscle, testosterone, hair, everything.

He said that the only problem is that it's gotta get energy from somewhere - and even though he'd stuffed his face like a hog, he'd noticed he'd lost an inch or two of height in exchange for the size. He'd started out as 6' 1", and now he was just under 6'.

Well, I told Paul my 6' 3" ass had plenty of height to spare.

Problem is, Paul's spiel was kinda light on the details. Two pivotal pieces of information.

First problem is, that whole masculinity factory bit? What he didn't mention is how absolutely horned up it makes you. For 24 hours you walk around hopped up on how masculine you look, how masculine you feel; balls churning with a near-endless stream of high testosterone sperm begging for release. I'd blow load after load just looking at myself in the mirror; and the more I got drunk off my own manliness, the more I became attracted to masculinity in general.

So anyways, I'm into dudes now. Started off bi for a while there, but after a couple repeats chicks couldn't compare to how horned up I'd get for men.

Turns out Paul was gay to start with, so I couldn't really blame him for not sharing that with me. And whenever I get upset about it, he's more than willing to let me ride his cock till I feel better.

Second problem is... it's fucking addictive, man.

When I said my 6' 3" ass had plenty of height to spare, I wasn't lying. But I've gone through the process over and over, and my newly 5' 3" ass has definitely felt the difference after going down from the 5' 5" I was last week.

It turns Paul on something fierce, and it turns me on even more.

Maybe I'd look even better at 5' 2. Or 5' even so I could end on a nice round number. Worst case, if I end up at 4' 11", well... I could always stand to beef up some more.

Almost stepped on you bro