This is no super hero origin story...this is a cautionary tale. It all started in the summer after my senior year of high school. Up to that point, I was your typical nerdy high schooler: loved comic books and anime, terrified of real-life girls, single handedly (pun intended) kept the tissue and lotion industry in business. Like many of my fellow graduating peers, I had made a promise to myself to completely reinvent myself before heading off to college at the end of the summer.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and inspected my scrawny frame. At 6'2 I was one of the tallest in my grade, but at a measly 134 pounds, I was also one of the skinniest. I was also often teased by some of the jocks due to the fact that I was a grower with a massive bush of pubic hair that nearly entirely camouflaged my tiny flaccid cock.
My head shook in disappointment as I flexed my bicep and saw no change in the reflection, then ran my hands down my chest and stomach until they got caught in the brillo-pad like afro between my thighs. Not even knowing where to start to jumpstart my metamorphosis I did as so many others before me and sought the age-old wisdom of Reddit.
Instead of perusing my normal favorite NSFW subreddits, I found a decent workout subreddit and watched a couple videos. After I cleaned up after watching a jump rope workout video featuring a girl in yoga shorts and a ports bra, I checked out a male grooming tips video as well.
As these things tend to do, that led me down a rabbit hole, and I eventually found myself staring at training video of something I had never heard of before: jelqing. As the video laid out, the technique is simple, create a circle with your thumb and index finger and wrap them around the base of your cock firmly. Next, slide your hand all the way down to your head and hold it there. Repeat. Doing this for long enough will (according to the video) stretch your cock out and make it longer not only while hard, but also while completely soft.
I had found my new obsession.
The next two weeks were a blur of working out non-stop, dick stretching multiple times a day for at least an hour each day, and continued Reddit research on diet, exercise, and of course, plenty of porn. I was starting to notice the exercise routine I was doing became much easier, even though I didn't see any results in the mirror just yet. The same could be said about the jelqing, unfortunately. At this pace, I was becoming frustrated that my new life at college would not have the caterpillar to butterfly change I had envisioned.
Inevitably, this led to another reddit deep dive into supplements I could take, short of steroids to help along the process. Three days later a package arrived on my doorstep. I made sure to get home before my nosey little brother and parents and sprinted with the plain, unmarked box under my arm to my room. Once I was locked away safe in solitude, I tore into the tiny package like a kid on Christmas. My prayers were answered.
Without a second's hesitation, I ripped my shorts down and placed the tiny contraption in place. I double checked the instructions to make sure I was doing it right and slipped the tip of my soft head through the tiny loop and tightened the strap until it was nice and snug. Then I slid the other end of the apparatus until it was snug against my pubic bone, careful not to snag any of my pubes in the little metal arms. Finally, I turned the tiny screws until I felt my cock stretch to the point I had been able to with my hand in my hands-on practice.
This was the best advancement in hands free technology since the blue tooth. I would now be able to work out WHILE doing my jelqing routine. Obviously, I would have to be careful and choose which workouts I was doing while wearing my new toy, but I was over the moon at all the possibilities. The instructions said to start off easy and not to over-stretch or do it for too long, but I had been doing my hand routines for an hour a day and had not seen any results, plus I was on a tight timeline.
Looking in the mirror, I noticed the device didn't point straight out as I had assumed it would. This sparked another great idea in my mind, and I slid my shorts carefully back up my legs, over it. Unless I swung my hips dramatically, it wasn't painfully obvious I was even wearing anything under my shorts. I resolved to keep my cock on "the rack" for the remainder of the day.
After dinner and a successful arm workout, I started to get ready for bed. It wasn't until I went to pee that I even remembered I was still wearing my new appliance. When I released the loop, my cock sprang back like a tape measurer before falling back, limp to my thigh. I tried to remind myself that these things take time and not get too discouraged when I took my measurements to record in my growth journal that night.
In what had become my morning ritual, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and imitated all the bodybuilder poses I had seen in the countless videos I had watched on Reddit. I was pleased that I was starting to see little changes in my physique. My pecs had started to form, as well as a noticeable (at least to me) bump on my bicep. Where before there was just a flat, if not concave, line from my chest to my hips, there were now slight outlines of where one may perceive muscles could conceivably be forming.
I gripped my barely formed bicep, then drifted down my front, over my newly acquired chest and ab muscles until it again became ensnared in the forest that was my pubic hair. Enough was enough, I decided. I reached under the bathroom sink to where my mother kept the hair clippers she had used to cut my father, brother, and my hair for years, and went to work.
Think sheep shearing, and you'll have a pretty good idea of the level of scorched Earth I went. When I clicked the clippers back off and thoroughly cleaned the blades of all evidence of my coarse, short and curlies, I stepped back to inspect my work. There is a reason all, or at least most, of the guys in porn videos are shaved clean. My floppy little guy looked much longer now that it wasn't obscured under a bush.
Things went this way for another week or so, and I was seeing moderate growth in every category on my spreadsheet. Again: huge nerd. My muscle definition was coming along nicely, and I had even started getting compliments from my friends and of course my mother on my new look. If they only knew the one category I was most interested in, and coincidently the least changed. I had seen only a pitiful.2" growth in length and.05" girth on my most worked muscle. I weighed the options and concluded that for the next week I would kick it into high gear and wear my jelqing gear at all times other than peeing. This of course would cut into my masturbatory routine, but sacrifices must be made for the greater good.
