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Steffy Gets a Stiffy
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A shy college girl wakes up to quite a surprise... by Anonymous userNylonBH
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Steffy Gets a Stiffy
STEFFY GETS A STIFFY
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A shy college girl wakes up to quite a surprise...
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My name is Steffany, but most people call me Steffy. I'm a pretty
average college sophomore in most ways, making friends, studying hard -
except for one thing that sets me apart from all the other girls...
I should back up a bit first. I was a pretty shy and sheltered girl
growing up, not a lot of interest in boys or your usual teenage
rebellion for me. In fact, the only thing that really broke up my
mundane life in high school was soccer. I'm a goalkeeper, and I was
All-State my sophomore and junior year. That is, until senior year, when
I planted wrong trying to stop a long shot and blew my knee out.
I was horrified. My scholarship, everything I'd worked hard for, all
flashed before my eyes as I lay on the ground writhing in pain and tears
that afternoon. As it turned out, I had blown a ligament in my knee out
and would be out for at least a full year. Thankfully, the doctors said
I would have no long-term damage, and my surgery and physical therapy
went smoothly...so well, in fact, that my scholarship was still there
for me even though I would have to sit out my freshman year. I suppose
it worked out, because it allowed me to focus on school the first year,
and I had a good time, even if it meant spending my 18th birthday on
crutches.
Sadly, I spent most of that day alone. The shyness I'd had in high
school hadn't gone away with the move to college, and having to hobble
along awkwardly did me no favors when it came to making friends and
going out. But there was one silver lining: a guy in my English Comp
class named Charlie had taken to helping me get around and take care of
things, which was a nice change. We'd even managed to keep talking after
I got off the crutches, and although we'd never gone past the friend
stage, I could feel there was some chemistry there under the surface.
Not to sound arrogant, but I don't think I'm unattractive by any means.
I'm about 5'7", with the kind of body (and legs, especially) that
growing up on a soccer field gives you. I have very dark brown curly
hair that bounces wildly when I get excited, and bright blue eyes that
stand out against my fair skin. I fill out fairly nicely, as well,
either a large B-cup or a small C, although I was not quite as blessed
around back.
Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough to overcome my natural
introversion, and the fact that most of the guys I had a thing for only
saw me after practice or a game, all sweaty, my hair pulled back,
without makeup, didn't help matters. I didn't have a boyfriend in high
school, and my parents were not the type to encourage, let's say, self-exploration.
But now in college, things could be different, I thought. Being part of
a team that actually had people show up to games, seeing hundreds, if
not thousands, of interesting new guys around campus, I thought I had a
real chance to make an impression and get the monkey off my back - by
being on my back myself.
Before my sophomore year, I went in for a physical to make sure I was
good to practice and play again. I felt good for the most part, although
the entire time I was healing, I did feel a bit weaker in my left leg
than I did before the injury. The doctor I went in to see was a
surprisingly youngish German man, Dr. Tobias Mauser, who seemed older
than he was because of his rather brusque manners (and based on his
smell, a pretty strong smoking habit). He was a tall, spare-looking type
with short-cropped brown hair and round glasses that he would peer over whenever he would make a point.
"Ach, ja, Miss Carlson, you seem to be doing just fine, we ran through
all of your tests, your knee seems to have no lingering structural
problems. Und yet, you still are complaining of weakness at ze point of flexion?" he asked, his accent dripping through every word.
"Yeah, when I try to squat down and stand back up straight, it feels
like I can't push up with the left leg very well," I explained.
"Vell, zat sort of thing is not unheard-of. You are worried about having another incident, ja?" he continued. I nodded, and he leaned his head
in, very close to my own face, and looked over the rims of his glasses
at me. "I actually have something that might...expedite ze healing
process, perhaps even make your knees feel even better zan zey vere
before..." he said, slowing down and emphasizing the last few words.
My first instinct was that this was some sort of test of integrity that
the coaches and school knew about, to see if I would agree to take
something potentially illegal.
"No, I couldn't do something like that - what if someone found out? I
could get kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. Is it even legal
for you to suggest that?"
He smiled a half-smile from the sides of his mouth.
"You think I am offering you steroids? Not hardly, liebchen. It is a
special hormone supplement zat a good friend of mine back in Hanover has
been vorking on," he started. I had to admit, my curiosity was a bit piqued.
"What does it do?"
"To put it in simple terms, it locates damage in the body und encourages growth, much more rapidly zan ze body does on its own. Ze early trials
have been very promising, I understand. Und if you are concerned about
drug testing, it is also my understanding that it metabolizes quickly,
so it vill appear only that you have a slightly elevated level of human
growth hormone."
I thought about what Dr. Mauser was offering. It might still be a trick,
but somehow, I felt that there was no way this guy was that good of an
actor.
"What's the catch? I'm sure there's a reason this hasn't been a big news
story yet, right?" I asked. Dr. Mauser lolled his head a little as he responded.
"Vell, you might have some unvanted side effects, perhaps a rash,
perhaps growing hair more quickly zen before, you also may feel some
heaviness in your joints if you've had undiagnosed damage somevhere
else, like a sprained ankle or a hairline fracture of a finger. I should
admit zat most of the subjects in ze trials have been men, so ve do not
have a terribly deep set of data about how it may affect females. If
anything, you vould be helping with that along the vay, ja? Consider zat
to be ze price, just tell me how you are doing every couple of veeks or
so..."
"Where would I even go to get the prescription?" I asked.
"Ah, even easier," he said, walking over to a cabinet. He opened it,
perused the shelves, and then selecting a white pill bottle with a
handwritten note on it in German. He handed it to me.
"If anyone asks, zey can just be to handle any chronic knee pain," he
said, very matter-of-factly. I nodded, and we went on with the rest of
the exam. I got back to my dorm a little while later that I shared with
one of my teammates, a forward named Hannah who was nineteen and a
sophomore, same as me. She was tall, about 5'10", with fiery red hair,
green eyes, and freckled skin so pale that it made me look suntanned.
She was also rail-thin, and we joked that she looked like a matchstick.
She was extremely friendly to everyone, and knew enough to respect the
shared space we had, and she happened to be in when I got back. I'd been
really looking forward to being out on the field with her this year.
"Hey, girl, how'd it go?" she asked.
"Pretty good, the doc said there wasn't any lingering damage and that I
will be good to go next month," I replied.
"That's great!" Hannah began, "Did you have to go to that weird German guy?"
"Dr. Mauser? Yeah. He didn't seem too bad, though, I bet it's just a
cultural thing."
"Maybe, but I got some creeper vibes from him. What's that?" Hannah
asked, pointing to the bottle.
"This? Oh, nothing, just some aspirin in case there's still some pain
getting back up to speed," I lied. I liked Hannah, but I didn't feel
like explaining the exchange I'd just had to her, especially if I really
WAS doing something illegal. I quickly went into my room and closed the
door behind me, locking it quietly. I put the bottle down and looked at
it: "Spezielles Wachstumshormon" - "Special Growth Hormone" according to
a quick search, followed by instructions to only take one a day at
midday. I opened the bottle and poured one out. There weren't a lot,
maybe enough for a week or so. I went over to my mini-fridge, got a
bottle of water, and sat on my bed, wondering whether or not I should do
this. Finally, my curious side won out, and I ended up choking down one
of the large gray pills before stashing the bottle in my dresser, deep
behind everything else.
The rest of that day went pretty normally. I hung out with Hannah most
of the day, and talked to Charlie a bit that night. In fact, the rest of
the week was pretty normal, aside from having to gob down one of the
pills at lunchtime. The amazing thing was, they actually seemed to work!
And with none of the side effects I was expecting, either! By the third
day, I could feel the strength in my knee returning, and lo and behold,
it really was feeling better than it was before! In fact, things were
looking up in other ways, too.
Thursday night, I was talking to Charlie, and we were winding down for
the night when he asked me something I'd been waiting on for a while.
"Hey, Steffy, um...I've been wondering, would you be interested in doing something tomorrow night, just us?"
"Yeah, sure, what did you have in mind?"
"Nothing big, maybe go down to the little smoothie place on where State
meets Truman?"
"Okay, sure! How does 6 sound? Give us a little time to get home and get
ready first?"
"Yeah, 6 works for me! Um...I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Steff!"
I should point out that my excitement was tempered somewhat by the
realization that that time of the month was starting soon, and judging
by what I could already feel, I would be knee-deep in it by tomorrow
morning. Of course, I couldn't tell Charlie that, I would just have to
grin and bear it tomorrow night, but I was ready to see where this was
going to go finally. I also figured I'd surprise Hannah by telling her
when I was heading out; she, too, had a good feeling about him and me
the few times we'd talked about it. I was just hoping that my body and
my excitement would die down enough to let me go to sleep.
I slept quite well, surprisingly. It was quiet in the dorm when I woke
up; Hannah had a class at 8 am, and my first Friday class wasn't until
10, so I would usually wake up while she was out and see her when she
got back before I headed out. I was already looking forward to that
night when Charlie when I felt a dull but very noticeable pain...not in
my stomach, like I expected, but lower. I shuffled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, seeing the reflection of myself in my mirror in my
blue sleepshirt and my little yellow shorts that I would wear around the
dorm.
I was still out of it, for the most part, which was a little surprising.
I didn't have a headache, but I felt very sensitive to the light at
first, and a little numb almost, aside from the pain in my crotch. That
began to slowly wear off as I got my stuff ready for the morning shower
and began to brush my teeth. As I brushed, the sort of fog I was in
began to wear off and I began to feel a little more human. It was then
that I noticed a weird feeling, like something was pressing against my
vulva. I didn't think anything of it as I finished brushing my teeth and
took my shirt off to get ready for the shower. Without looking or
thinking, I slid my shorts off, and that was when I noticed something
odd. A small bump along the front of my black silky panties. I turned
back to the mirror and slowly slid them down, wondering what it was, and
that's when I saw it.
Instead of my little patch of bush and my honeypot, there was a cock! A
small, flaccid, but very real-looking penis with not a single hair to be
found. I tried to scream, but choked out a gurgle instead. I frantically
felt around...there was no opening, it was like my pussy had closed up
entirely and was replaced by this...THING...between my legs...where my
lips would've been, I felt two small protrusions and a wrinkly patch of
skin...
"OH MY GOD, I HAVE BALLS, TOO? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?" I thought as
loudly as possible. Surely this had to be a dream or a prank of some
kind. I felt around and tried pulling on the newly-found sack...it
stretched and strained, but was attached like it belonged...I tried the
same for the cock, and to my horror, not only was it attached, too, but
it was starting to grow and grow at my own touch. I stepped back and
watched as it grew from a little acorn to a full six inches, complete
with a head and veins along the shaft, a real, honest-to-goodness cock
was growing out of me! I sprinted back into my room and sat on the edge
of my bed, beginning to cry and rock at the shock I was feeling, all the
while, looking down at this unwanted new addition staring back at me.
I must've sat there for a half hour in disbelief before I got a hold of
myself. I made peace with myself as much as I could and thought about
it. The pills - it had to be the pills that did this! My horror turned
to rage as I thought about all the things I was going to do to that
asshole Mauser when I marched over there.
I almost stormed out of the dorm right then before realizing that
marching across campus naked was going to be quite the sight under the
best of circumstances. And before I went anywhere, I was going to have
to wait for this THING to go back down...between the fear and the panic
and the anger, it never occurred to me to take the most obvious course, instead, sitting there and hoping it would go back down on its own.
After a few minutes, it went down far enough that I began to get dressed.
I knew immediately, though, that some extra measures were going to have
to be taken to keep any potential embarassment down, let's say. I opened
the drawer, looking for something that I thought would help. Finally, I
rifled through them until I pushed to the back and found a small box.
They were a pair of very nice Wolford pantyhose that my aunt had gotten
me for my graduation outfit. I sat down, pulled them out of the box and
put them on, then reached for a pair of dark red satin panties to go
over top of them, thinking the pantyhose would keep
everything...contained. I knew that I couldn't wear jeans or leggings
over everything, either, so I pulled out a gypsy skirt and one of my
Hollister shirts, hoping to look as normal as possible despite the
obvious gloss radiating from my lower legs. I put on some flats and
proceeded to steel myself to go see Dr. Mauser when the door opened.
Hannah! I walked outside as casually as possible.
"Hey, girl! Up already?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah, just remembered I needed to stop somewhere before class, I
said, trying to just get past her as quickly as I could.
"Are you alright? It looks like you've been crying, and your hair isn't
done up or anything," she continued.
"I'm fine, really-"
"Are you sure?"
"I'M FINE!" I said, stomping out and slamming the door behind me.
Instantly I felt a pang of regret at how rude I'd just been to Hannah.
God knows I couldn't explain it to her, but I knew I would have to
apologize later. I made a beeline for the Health Services Center. Unfortunately, that turned out to be a mistake. As I power-walked along,
I could feel the tip of my ugly new pecker sliding and gliding against
the gusset of my pantyhose.
"No, no-no-no, this shouldn't feel GOOD!" I thought to myself. I
couldn't help it, though, there was something that felt both extremely
naughty and wonderfully tactile as my new head pressed against its nylon
cage. So good, in fact, that I could feel it beginning to swell ever-so-slightly by the time I got to the building. I stormed up to the receptionist desk.
"I need to see Dr. Mauser, RIGHT NOW...please," I said, trying not to
raise my voice too loudly. The receptionist looked at me with a look of confusion.
"Oh, Dr. Mauser isn't available, I'm afraid."
"Look, if he's seeing a patient, that's fine, I can wait a little bit,
but I need to see him as soon as possible," I began to plead.
"No, no, I mean, Dr. Mauser isn't available because he took a leave of
absence two days ago. He was outside on the phone with someone Wednesday afternoon, and when he came back in, he said he had something urgent to
take care of back in Germany. And by the sounds of him on the phone,
whatever it was must be REALLY bad, I've never heard anyone speak that
fast in any language."
I had to fight the urge to scream. At Mauser. At the receptionist. At
myself for being dumb enough to get caught up in all this. The
receptionist leaned in close to me and whispered.
"If you need an STD test, we can arrange for a different doctor to see
you. I understand, I know how kids your age are." With tears starting to
well up in the corners of my eyes and my face bright red, I marched back
out. I had to go back to the dorm, there was no way I could go to class
with this going on. There was no way I could go to practice like this. I
had to figure out some way to track that asshole down. There must be
something-
"Steffy, what's up? Heading to class?"
It was Charlie behind me. As I turned, it dawned on me that there was no
way I could make this happen right now, either. Not tonight. But I
couldn't tell him now.
"I'm good...how're you?"
"Ahhh, I'm fine. You still excited for tonight?"
"Oh...yeah, definitely," I said, trying to fake having enthusiasm again.
"Is everything alright?" Charlie asked, sensing the lack of genuine emotion.
"Yeah, I just have to run back to the dorm real quick - I'll see you
tonight, though?"
"Yeah, okay," he said before turning and heading back off. Another wave
of sadness raced through me as I'd now blown two people off this
morning. I walked back to the dorm, a lot slower than before, but still
enough to make my cock rub against the Wolfords with each step.
Thankfully, I managed to get back before things got too much worse.
Hannah was getting ready to head out to her next class when I got back.
She looked at me blankly when I came through the door. I started in
before she could say anything.
"Hey, Hannah, I'm sorry about earlier, I'm not feeling very good, I'm
sorry I snapped at you."
"It's, okay, I guess, I've just never known you to do that before. I
hope you feel better. Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
"No, not now, anyway. Maybe later?" I tossed out.
"Okay, just, take care of yourself, you know?" she said before heading
out. I went into my room and opened my laptop, scrambling to find
anything I could about Dr. Tobias Mauser. It didn't take long to find something, and after a bit of working with Google Translate, I found
that Dr. Mauser's last job before coming over here was for a
pharmaceutical company back in Hanover, Germany, just like he'd said. He
didn't appear to have been fired or accused of being part of some
nefarious plots, in fact, everything I saw suggested he was perfectly clean.
"He has to know, though. He HAS TO," I thought to myself, reading
through it. I shifted in my seat and felt something damp between my legs
as I did so. I stood up and lifted my skirt up to check in the mirror.
Sure enough, there was a small but very visible wet spot that had soaked through the pantyhose and onto my panties. I took a finger and gently
dabbed at it. It was clear and sticky, and smelled a bit salty,
almost...I slid the panties down, and noticed my cock now at full mast, pressing hard against the silky, glossy tights.
"Well, I guess I had better sort this out," I thought nervously. I
reached down and begin to play with the tip through the tights. It felt
so dirty, but after a little while, that gave way to the pleasure I was starting to feel...I gently reached down and made a loose fist around as
much of it as I could, still through the nylon, and slowly began to
stroke it...I looked up into the mirror, and watched myself. Good Girl
Steffy, playing hooky from class to stay home and play with her nyloned
cock.
The thought of it was starting to turn me on more and more. Coupled with
the feel of the exquisite silken tights against me, I began to stroke
faster and deeper. Such a naughty girl to stay here and jerk off while
her roommate's out...watching those titties bounce with each
stroke...what kind of dirty whore are you, Steffy?
I got on the bed and laid back, still stroking, feeling something begin
to stir inside me...was it possible? I began to speed up again, loving
the feel of my cock being enclosed in the heavenly gusset, not even
caring about how insane my current situation was. The taboo of it was
enough to really get me going to another level, and I wondered some more
if I really could-
No sooner did that second thought cross my mind than a blast of hot,
warm, pearl white, sticky cum squirt out of me and through the
pantyhose, leaving a good size puddle that I could not help but think
was somehow the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Instinctively, I reached
down to dab it up with my fingers, but this time, I laid back and licked
them clean. I swallowed it and exhaled deeply.
"My first time tasting cum, and it's my very own...who would've
guessed?" I whispered as I closed my eyes and drifted off for the moment.
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