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STEFFY GETS A STIFFY PT. 03
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Hannah learns about Steffy's condition...
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I frantically reached for some tissues to clean up and attempted to
cover up as best I could. Every second felt like an eternity, made worse
by the constant feeling of Hannah's stare almost heating the air in the
room. I looked back at her a couple times, and her expression did not
change a wit from the combination of horror and curiosity that had come
across her face the second the lights were turned on again. Finally, I
managed to get cleaned up enough to cover myself with a blanket and
begin to breathe again.

"What-what the hell is this? What's going on? Why does it look like you
have a cock?" Hannah stammered out.

"Because...I kinda do?"

"No, you don't! I mean, I know what I just saw, but like...we've
showered together, I think if you had...that, y'know, I would notice?"
Hannah fumbled out.

"It's a bit of a long story," I began, as I took the next few minutes explaining the whole situation, from Dr. Mauser's "prescription" to what
she'd just walked in on. Hannah walked over and sat down in a chair by
the window, clearly still processing what I had told her.

"So, you just took these pills Mauser gave you and woke up with a
full-fledged cock?"

"Pretty much. And now he's back in Germany trying to figure out a way to reverse the process."

"Well, I mean, there has to be someone out there, some lab that can tell
you what was going on with them before Mauser and his people ever get
around to it, assuming they're actually trying," Hannah suggested.

"It's bad enough you know about this now, I'm already beyond
embarrassed, how many other people do you think I want to let in on this secret?" I asked.

"Ooooh, yeah, good point. Does Charlie know?"

"Not hardly! And things actually went pretty well tonight...what am I
supposed to do, hide from him until this gets fixed? Go back to his
place one night, whip it out, and compare?"

"No, I wouldn't tell you to ghost him. So nobody really knows about this
but us and Dr. Mauser?"

I nodded.

"What are you going to do about this season?" Hannah asked.

"I mean, I'm on scholarship, I have to play, don't I?"

"I know, but it's going to be really hard...oh, Jesus, I'm
sorry...difficult to keep that a mystery forever. I don't know how well
the other girls are going to take this development. Especially Gia. If
she finds out, she's going to hold it over you as much as she can..."

As much as the thought of trying to hide my new gurlcock already weighed
on me, Hannah was right about one thing. Gia would never let me live
this down.

Y'see, Gia was a Filipina girl from out in California who had decided to
grace our podunk liberal arts school with her presence (at least
according to her). She was a striker, far and away the best player on
our team, and the only one who stood any chance of playing on a
professional level after college. The only problem was that Gia was very
aware of this herself, and never passed up the opportunity to lord over
the rest of us and insist that we were dragging her down the whole time,
not to mention being generally snooty towards the rest of us in general.

Of course, Gia was and is allowed to get away with being such a cast
iron bitch because she is, as luck would have it, probably the single
most attractive female on campus, to the point where a well-known joke
around school was that if Gia opened an OnlyFans, she would rake in
enough money the first week to dwarf our college's entire endowment. She
had the most perfect face, gorgeous jet black hair, flawless tanned
skin, and the tightest, most toned body I've ever seen in person. She
was maybe a hair over five feet tall, but still had amazing legs and
taut, perky B-cups that most people would say it was a crime to hide
under a sports bra. Unfortunately, again, the person most aware of Gia's
beauty was Gia herself, and she was definitely not the type to ignore
all the doors it opened for her.

"Oh, God, Hannah, you're right, I don't know what to do, though,
practice starts up in two days, and the season not long after that," I
said, nervous already.

"Look, girl, I can help you as best I can," Hannah offered.

"How?"

"You can change here, we can head out to the fields early before
everyone else gets in, and stay late until everyone else is already
heading out, that way, nobody is the wiser. That, and you'll look like
you're outworking everyone on the team, coach will love that," she said, smiling.

I blushed a bright red.

"That would mean so much," I began.

"Hey, we're teammates, I'm supposed to pick you up when you need it, right?"

"I know, but this must be a lot to take in all at once," I responded.
Hannah nodded slowly.

"You're right, it certainly is unexpected, but it's something I can't
imagine having to go through, let alone by yourself entirely."

Hannah sat there in her chair looking somewhat down at the floor for a
little bit before her eyes came back up to mine.

"So...can I ask what it's like?"

"To have a cock, you mean?"

"Yeah, you know...yeah," she stammered.

"You know, you could just ask a guy," I joked, sensing both that she
felt awkward to ask but was genuinely curious.

"I could, but they don't have anything to compare it to, either, do
they?" she answered.

"Hmm, good point. You would think it wouldn't change that much, but
like, it was really strange walking around earlier and feeling the tip
against my pantyhose...just something about how sensitive it is against
the nylon and how soft it is...it actually feels wonderful in that
sense," I explained. Hannah giggled before she said anything.

"So I guess you finally found the positive in being the last girl on
Earth that still wears pantyhose," she remarked.

"Hey, Ariana Grande made that cool again," I joked, "but yes, it does
take some getting used to."

"What about when you...do what you were doing right before I came home?"

"I guess, it certainly feels different, like you're building to
something that shoots out rather than radiates all over you, but I have
to say, as gross as it probably sounds, there's something very sexy to
me about being able to cum like that, to see it squirt out and how much
of a mess it makes."

"I guess I could see that. Little bit of the grass always being greener.
Not quite enough that you'd want to keep this thing, though, for sure,"
she went on.

"No, nothing quite that good, I'm afraid," I answered, somehow kinda
feeling down about how flippant my answer was.

"Okay, then. Hey, listen, I'm probably going to wind down and head to
bed, but if you need anything, just let me know, okay? I'm here for you, Steffy," Hannah said, getting up and heading towards the door.

"Okay, good night...and thank you again for being so understanding," I answered.

"Of course," she said as she closed the door behind her on her way out.

The next morning went smoothly enough. Not waking up to the shock of
finding a penis dangling between my legs this time helped (although
waking up to a case of "morning wood" was a new wrinkle for me), and I
was able to go through my morning routine as normally as I could. I
showered, shaved my legs, and got dressed in a turquoise t-shirt and
black leggings over a matching black bra and thong, because even despite
my current situation, the idea of walking around with VPL all day was
not a fun one. Before I headed out for the morning, though, I took some athletic tape out of my bag and attempted to tamp down everything in
place as best I could. I checked myself in the mirror a couple of times
to make sure nothing was visible through my pants at different light
angles, and when I was sure nobody would notice, I went across the dorm
to Hannah's door and knocked.

"Come in!"

I opened the door to see Hannah finishing getting dressed herself in a
dark brown blouse over black leggings.

"Good morning, girl, how did you sleep?" she asked.

"Better than I thought I would," I answered honestly.

"That's good! What are you getting into today?"

"Um, I was thinking we could go get some coffee, and then I am probably
going over to the library for a bit, what about you?"

"Ooooh, yes, coffee sounds good. After that, I was thinking of getting
some gym time in later. Think you might be up for that? I mean, if
you're comfortable, y'know..." she trailed off.

"Actually, you're right, I probably need to go at some point just to
make sure everything feels right. Would you let me know if it's quiet in
there later on?"

"I got you! I told you last night, I'm here to help," Hannah reassured me.

"Well, in that case, before I head out, can you, you know, notice
anything?" I asked, turning slightly. Hannah looked me over, and I
blushed slightly at the absurd feeling of having my roommate stare at my crotch.

"No, I can't tell. Did you...do anything to keep everything in place?"

"Thank God for kinesio tape, huh?" I asked, a little surprised at my own acceptance of things.

"I guess it's good for something, then," Hannah said through a laugh
before heading out with me.

We walked over to a little coffee shop in the student union building. It
wasn't too far, maybe five or six minutes, and along the way, Hannah and
I talked about the soccer season coming up, and while it was the kind of
talk about who we expected to be good, who we were looking forward to
playing against, what we'd like to accomplish this season, the kind of
talk we'd had hundreds of times before, I'm sure, it was extremely
comforting to have a normal discussion with a friend and teammate, and
for a few minutes at least, forget about what had happened to me. And
unlike yesterday, I didn't even notice any friction down below, which
was a pleasant change. We had gotten right to the door when Hannah
stopped to check her phone.

"Ugh, hold on, this is probably this guy I met last week, I thought he
was cute, but he's so far up his own ass that it's not worth it," she
was explaining when another voice cut in.

"Really? I'm surprised anyone here would cop to having an albino fetish."

We both turned around, and sure enough, there was Gia wearing the
biggest smirk on her face, alongside a blue button-up under a dark blue
argyle sweater vest with a light blue and pink pattern, a tan pleated
skirt that just barely cleared the top of her thighs, matching blue/dark blue/pink argyle over-the-knee socks, and dark blue ballet flats that
together made her look even shorter than she already was. Not only that,
she was completely made up and not a hair was out of place, like she had
rolled out of bed put together already and just needed to walk out the
door to feel superior to everyone else.

"Maybe so, Gia, but at least I don't need to dress like a schoolgirl on
a random Saturday morning because I'm that desperate for the attention
of strangers," Hannah fired back.

"Well, since we're talking about this weekend, you all had better be
ready to go starting tomorrow," Gia said with a sneer.

"Oh, we'll be ready," I chipped in.

"That's good, Carlson, because I'm tired of having to score five goals a
game for us to have a chance," she began, "because O'Meara here is
useless as shit on the attack with me."

"Hey, Gia, has coach announced who she's going to cut to make room for
both you and your ego?" Hannah asked snarkily.

"I could be playing alongside my shadow and it would do a better job
finishing off my centering passes than you could, Firecrotch."

"So, Gia," I started in, hoping to get her to take the hint, "this is
your LAST season here, yes? As in, after this, we're done having to put
up with you?"

"Of being around me, yes. But after this, you'll have to settle for
buying my Women's National Team jersey, so, I won't be far from your
hearts, no matter what. Anyway, I'm off to the gym to go polish this
work of art. See you tomorrow."

As Gia haughtily trudged off, her aura of smug self-righteousness
trailing close behind, we went inside and ended up settling on some
frappes before sitting down at a table by the window.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, don't you miss when we were in high school and playing
soccer with our friends was actually fun?" Hannah asked, looking outside.

"Yeah...I have to admit, I'm still a bit worried," I admitted.

"About...that?"

"No, no, well, yeah, kinda, but, y'know, I could get hurt again. And
that would be it for me, wouldn't it? I can't come back from two major surgeries. I can't come back from missing two years."

"Steffy, you're going to be fine, and you're going to play great. And
don't worry about having to ease back into it, Madison made
All-Conference at defender last year, she's back, and that new freshman
we're bringing in on the other side, Emily, the one from England? You're
going to be in such good hands back there, girl," Hannah said, putting
her hand on mine to calm me down a bit.

"Yeah, that's true. I don't know, I just wish someone, one of the other
seniors or someone would stand up to Gia. I know, I KNOW, she's a great
player, but I watched all the games last year, and sometimes, it feels
like you all couldn't play up to your potential because you were walking
on eggshells around her."

Hannah paused for a second.

"Why not you?"

"Why not me what?"

"Well, you're the goalkeeper, you're an important part of the team,
maybe you could be that person that stands up to her?"

"Hannah, I'm a sophomore-"

"Yeah, and if you play as well as I know you can, and as well as you
know you can, the team will be behind you. After all, Christ knows we're
not the only ones sick of Our Anointed Captain," she encouraged. I took
a long swig of my drink and thought about it.

"You really think so?"

"Well, I mean, they held your scholarship for a reason, somebody must
think you're a pretty damned good goalie," Hannah said, grinning.

"Yeah. That's true...you know what? I'm getting my stuff, we're hitting
the gym."

"You sure you're feeling up to it?"

"I mean, at the very least, I need to stand up for myself. And prove to
myself that I still have it."

"Yesssssssss!" Hannah blurted out as she reached over and clasped my
shoulder.

We walked back across campus back to our dorm, me sort of leading the
way this time, a bit more purpose in both our walks, and a clear sense
of pride in both of our faces. We got upstairs and went to our rooms to
change, me into a simple red tanktop a and uniform shorts, Hannah into a
black tank and silver workout pants, and we marched over to the gym,
bags in hand, even despite me knowing full well I wasn't really capable
of changing probably both imagining ourselves as future conquering
heroes more than the teenage small-college athletes we were.

I found an unoccupied leg press machine and maneuvered myself into
place. I set the machine relatively light, only about 160 pounds for a
set of 15. As the weights slid downwards for me to push back against, I
was a bit tentative at first, testing my bad knee and feeling better
about things as I worked through the set. I was thinking I would slowly
ramp things up, maybe a more reps at less weight approach, but as I was
going through a plan in my head, I heard a voice coming from the
treadmills on the other side of the workout space.

Gia. Now in a purple sports bra and matching lycra booty shorts that
barely contained her ass as she ran, still wearing those silly looking
socks, loudly flirting with whatever guy had decided to sidle up
alongside her and shoot their shot. At that moment, I was starting to
feel something come over me. A combination of determination and anger,
it began to wash over me. The only thing that interrupted it was a guy I vaguely knew who played on the football team standing over me.

"You need a spot?" he asked.

"Two hundred," I shot out.

"What?"

"Make it two hundred."

"Are you sure, you have a pretty gnarly scar on your knee, I'd hate for
you to over-"

"I said...two...hundred." I almost growled. The guy wisely decided it
was probably best to offer no more resistance before adding the weight.

You never really can tell when adrenaline sets in and takes over, but
watching Gia running, combined with my own anxiety about being back in
game shape, well, adrenaline was flying the plane now, and I banged out
another set of fifteen with relative ease, considering.

"Okay, you're doing great, just be careful to-"

"Two sixty." Again, the poor guy who I'd made accomplice to my own weird self-therapy brooked no dissent and loaded me up again. I counted off
the reps in my head, thinking about not just my own self-doubt, but also
what Hannah had said, and what Charlie had said. I wondered for a brief
moment if Charlie had gotten back to his folks' place in Pennsylvania-

"Lady, that's twenty reps, you can dial it back if you're going to-

"THREE. HUNDRED."

I steeled myself for the first push, and as I worked the weight back up,
I was so full of motivation and pride and this feeling of restoring my
dignity that I almost didn't notice the feeling of the tape on my crotch
slowly being pressed upwards. I worked through my reps, much more slowly
this time, torn between wanting to prove myself and wanting to make sure
nobody saw my horrifying secret.

"Ten...eleven...twelve...oh, God, this is really happening, I'm getting
a freaking boner in front of everyone, I can feel it...thirteen...fourteen...this tape can't possibly..."

"FIFTEEN! Holy shit, you busted your ass on that set!" my spotter said
as I quickly brought the weights back down and rolled away from him,
reaching for my towel to try to cover up as best I could. Thankfully,
from the lack of gasps and revulsion, I assumed I had gotten away clean
for now. Hannah, who had been working the elliptical, came over to
congratulate me.

"Girl, what did I tell you? You're back!"

I looked at her sharply in the eyes, hoping she really meant what she'd
been saying before.

"Yeah, thanks, that last set was really hard...and only getting harder, y'know?"

Her eyes widened for a split second before they clicked back into place.

"Oh...hey, Steffy, I really hate to do this, but I left my keys back in
the dorm, would you please let me in so I can get them, I forgot, I have
to go somewhere else straight from here..."

"Oh, yeah, no problem, right now?"

"Please?"

"Okay, fine..." I pushed down on the towel like I was trying to wipe my
hands dry, but really trying to push the tape back into place as best I
could. I could start to feel it sticking straight down, but thankfully,
not far enough to show anything. I stood up, keeping the towel
strategically placed.

"Well, Carlson, it looks like you might really be back," came the voice
of Gia over my shoulder. I turned my head.

"I told you, Gia, you don't have to worry about me," I said, not even
waiting for a response before walking out with Hannah. When we got a
good bit away from the building, Hannah bumped me with her hip
playfully, making the tape feel a bit looser.

"HANNAH!" I whispered as loudly as I could.

"I know, I'm so sorry, girl, but you were amazing in there!" she said,
blushing herself.

"It felt good, it really did, even with all of this going on," I said
both to her, and to myself.

"I bet, and the way you just walked away from Gia like that, hoooooooly
shit, Steffy, you are going to be captain by the time this season is over."

"We haven't even gotten to the first practice, let's not go too far," I reminded her.

"I know, but let her fume about it for a morning, at least."

Eventually, we finally got back to our dorm. I heard Hannah hop in the
shower, and proceeded to undress to do the same. As I slid my shorts
off, I looked to see the tape barely hanging on as my now almost fully
erect member pointed straight down like it could sense water
underground. I took the tape off and it pointed outwards like a
switchblade that had been opened.

"Well, I suppose as far as gurlcocks could be, this isn't too bad..." I
thought to myself. I hopped in the shower and felt like I had washed all
the excitement of the morning away, all the stress just poured out of me
and I felt incredibly relaxed, if a bit sore in my legs.

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I hopped out and changed back into my shirt from earlier and a different
pair of shorts. Hannah had gotten out before me, and looked like she was heading out again.

"Where are you off to?" I asked.

"Somewhere, but I have to make it look like I went somewhere I like told everybody just now," she explained with a wink.

"You really are the best friend, Hannah..." was all I could think to say.

"Hey, like you said, save that until at least practice tomorrow," she
answered before smiling and heading out.

I went back into my room and laid on the bed. Just laying there at
first, until a thought came over me. I grabbed my phone.

"hey it's Steffy hope you got to PA ok :) "

And...send.

I laid there a few minutes more, thinking about how things were starting
to look up again. Hannah was right, I don't have to be afraid of how I'm
going to play. Or if I'm going to be alright. Or this...unfortunate
accident I have to deal with. Or Gia.

No, definitely not her. I sat there a few minutes longer, then grabbed
my phone again.

"Do you really want to do this, Steffy?"

"do it if you're bad"

I flipped over to Instagram. giastar10.

"I bet she's just egotistical enough to-"

Sure enough, second picture down, was Gia in her dorm in that little
argyle outfit from this morning, doing her little pose for the mirror,
skirt lifted just a bit, the socks pulled all the way up...

I slipped my shorts down and set the phone down before reaching over to
squirt a little lotion into my hand. With my other hand, I picked the
phone back up, and then proceeded to have my first ever wank to another
girl. As much as I despised being around her, the idea of her dressed
like that, talking to me in her best Mean Girls impression, was the
sexiest thing I had ever imagined to that point.

Gia telling me how beneath her I was...and then telling me to get on top
of her...and her lifting her skirt and how there's nothing under there
but just that amazing beautful pussy-

"OOOHHHHHHHH!" I moaned out as one, two, three, four explosions of
sweetness shot out of me, each enough that I could almost feel my body
empty itself out. I fell back all the way onto my back and caught my breath.

"Hannah was right...no need to be afraid of Gia now..."

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steffiewolfordsteffiewolford3 months ago
Great story so far looking forward to more

Anonymous3 months ago
This story is so good. Ever since I found it I've come back every day to
check for a new addition. This is very well written and very exciting.
Please do continue writing! I know there are more of us who look forward
to it. Thank you for such a wonderful work.

ShortyMacShortyMac3 months ago
There’s a Disco song from the early 80’s I believe it was by Andrea True titled “More More, More” how do yo like it. I love it. I need more
chapters about Steffy. Please. Please. Please.

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