My name is Eugene Finnegan. Although I am 29-years old, I suffer from a disease called Kallmann's Syndrome. Kallmann's Syndrome is an extremely rare form of hypogonadism, which in Layman's terms means I never fully went through puberty. The only thing that changed is my voice. So standing at 4'10", weighing 110 pounds, and boasting an embarrassingly tiny 2" cock, I easily get mistaken for a 15-year old. Getting dates is nearly impossible, and having sex is out of the question. I don't even go to a bar because people always assume it's a fake-ID. The most satisfaction I get is from the warm glow of a laptop, jerking my tiny dick off to internet porn. So when I saw the opportunity to take place in a drug trial for a new human growth hormone, I jumped at the chance.
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Getting the drugs turned out to be easier than I anticipated. I was actually the only one that was accepted into the trial. All I had to do was take the pill once a day, and record the changes in my height, weight, and penis size. The trial ends in three months, and I get a cold $10,000 for my troubles. The best part was the minimal known side effects. The doctor running the test said the only side effects were upset stomach and mood swings.
I tried sneaking into my house without my family knowing about the drugs. My parents are a very Christian family, and would never allow me to take part in such a thing. My sister, on the other hand, was a total bitch. Although she was just about to turn eighteen, she towered over me. Standing at 6'1", with flawless skin and natural curves that would make a porn star jealous (I snuck a peak at her bra once and was surprised at the size 36DDD), it was easy to see who got the good part of the gene pool. She would always give me a hard time over my small stature and call me the extremely unoriginal nickname "Tiny Gene". It was never just Eugene.
I unlocked the door to my house and looked around to make sure no one was home. Coast was clear. I didn't want to take any chances though, so I tip-toed up the stairs, drugs in hand, hoping I could get to my bedroom without any issues. No problems. I opened the door to my room and quickly stored the pills in my dresser. Now I could only hope no one would find them.
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A month went by, and needless to say I was less than pleased with the results I was seeing. I followed the regime every day, and all I had to show for it was a growth spurt of two inches. I now stood 5'1", a full foot shorter than my sister, who was eleven years my junior. I was starting to think it wasn't even worth the trouble. Worst of all, today was her eighteenth birthday, and my parents forced me to be an active participant in the festivities. It was just what I always dreamed of. A bunch of young girls, all of which who were taller than I was, giggling and pointing at me with nothing I could do about it. I could think of a million other ways I could spend an afternoon, but I decided to put my best foot forward and get it over with. So I cleaned myself up, took my HGH pill, and headed to the party.
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It was finally over. The party wasn't nearly as bad as I was anticipating. I was just happy there were no incidents, no pointing and laughing. Nevertheless, I just wanted to get back to my room. Low and behold, as I opened my bedroom door, there stood my sister, and the birthday girl had in her hand was my prescription.
I shut the door behind me. Not sure why, it was just habit I supposed.
"What you got here, Tiny," my sister asked, a smirk on her face knowing she busted me for something.
Lying through my teeth, I said the first thing that popped in my head. "Allergy medicine", I said, trying not to make eye contact. "Mom got it for me last week."
