The Alpha-Beta Score
A Fictional Story by StorieCap.
“Yes, sir,” the nurse answered.
In the year 2320, the global government is led by an AI. The system determines your life path based on your genetics and accomplishments. At each life milestone, a new part of your path is revealed by the system.
At 18, your sexual role is assigned according to this finger scan. You can be between alpha/dominant [Max score of 100] or beta/sub [Min score of 0]. Proper hormonal treatment is then given to your body to match the score.
This Friday was your 18th birthday. You went to the clinic for “the scan”.
“Now just let the system calculate your score; it should only take about 5 minutes,” the nurse said.
What score will you get? All the males in your family received extremely high scores. Your dad got 85, your uncle 80, and your brother 88. They all became very masculine men with beards and large bulges.
“We got your result, sir. You got a score of… Oh my, I’ve never seen anything like that! 4!”
“Wait, what!? This has to be a mistake! I can’t be that low. That’s impossible. Usually, only girls get scores under 20!”
“I know, sir, but the system is always right. Now wait for me, I’ll go get your medication.”
“That doesn’t make any sense… I can’t… What will I say to my dad? Shit. And at school, what will they say?” You thought to yourself.
The nurse came back with the ominous bottle of pills.
“Like all adults, you will have to take your hormone pill every day. In your case, you should see the following changes: loss of some body hair, such as beard and leg hair; a higher voice; smaller, more sensitive genitals; and softer skin. At such a high dosage, you might also experience fat distribution changes and a bit of breast development”
“Is there a way to redo the test? I can’t live like that! What will my parents say?”
“Sir, the result is always right. We will not redo it. But the result is confidential. You don’t have to tell your parents your score if you don’t want to”
After this, you went back home. Looking at the pill bottle, you shivered at the thought of what was awaiting you. What could you do? If you don’t take the pills, the system will know with the periodic test, and they’ll send you to a reeducation center. What could negate the effect of this?
You went on some forums from other beta men like you. The only thing that seemed to work was to work out a lot. So that will be the plan from now on. You’ll have to hit the gym every day to not look like a soft femboy. Later, when your father asked you what score you received, you responded, “50.” He seemed a bit disappointed and said :
“Don’t worry, son. The system knows what it’s doing. I’m sure there’s a good reason for that, and you’ll be happier like this.”
That night, you thought to yourself that you might at least enjoy one last fap before feeling the effect of your treatment. Also, since you are an adult now, the system will finally let you access porn on your phone. You typed some generic terms you heard your older friends use, like thick milf. When you searched this in the porn app, you saw some nice thumbnails, but when you clicked on one, a warning popped up on your screen :
‘Content blocked for beta males (less than25). Please refer to beta porn for acceptable content to you.‘
You followed the link, and humiliation and foot fetish porn came up. You clicked on a ruined handjob video. The video was in POV style. The guy filming had a smaller dick than you. He was about 5″ long. The girl was fully clothed and teasing him. Without even touching him, he was already fully hard. You felt yourself getting hard at the same moment. The lady in the video was telling the guy how much she likes to feel large cocks fill her. How they dominate her. She gently stroked his small dick with only two fingers while she was telling him about wanting to get railed by much bigger dicks than his.
You stroked your cock with a tight grip and non-stop pumping while the girl on the screen often stopped to laugh at his dick and blow on it to see it twitch. After several minutes of gentle stroking and teasing, the girl stopped jerking him as some precum started to flow from his tip. On your side of the screen, you were still pumping your cock hard and fast.
She came up right next to his twitching cock, revealed a bit of cleavage, and whispered: “Cum for me. Cum for me now!” Then she blew some air on him, and that was enough to make him grunt and start spraying his seeds. This impressive sight was enough to set you off too. Through your aggressive pumping, you came in a tissue. You were stunned. How was this possible for this guy cum so easily with almost no stimulation? You had to pump your cock pretty hard to achieve an orgasm at the same time as him.
This had somehow tickled your curiosity. You clicked on the channel the video was from and discovered plenty of similar videos. One had the title “Hands-Free Orgasm!” You clicked on it but were met with another warning message. Why? It was from the beta-approved channel. The message was :
‘Beta porn limit reached for the day. A beta of [Less than 10] can only watch [1] porn video per 24h. Please come back later.‘
“That’s such a load of bullshit! Am I gonna be treated like a second-class citizen all my life because of this score?” You murmured to yourself in anger.
*****
The weekend had passed, and you had told your whole family about “your score” of 50. It looks like they weren’t told you only had 4. Even if 50 is not that low, your hyper-masculine brother was a jerk about it, telling you stuff like: “Don’t worry bro, I’ll shave some of my balls’ hair and glue it on your chin so you’ll have some beard.” If you’d told him the truth, it would probably have been even worse. The only family member that was nice about it was your mom.
“You know sweetie, I got 30, and it never has been a problem for me. And it’s not all the girls that like those ultra-manly men.” Your mom told you.
You’d soon find that out, though. You knew your college classmates were gonna pester you about your score. You decided you’d lie to them the same way you lied to your family. After three days of treatment, you didn’t see any change, so they shouldn’t either.
In class, your friend group was quick to ask you questions.
“So, what’s your score? Are we gonna get another Chad score from the Stanley family?” Mark asked.
“Why do you care about that?” you responded.
“Oh haha, I guess it’s not a good score… At least you can’t be worse than Derek,” Mark laughed.
“Hey, fuck you, Mark. 60 is perfectly fine and average; the nurse told me,” Derek retaliated against Mark.
“Alright, calm down, Miss Derek. Now don’t make us wait; just spit it out. What did you get?” Mark insisted.
Everyone around you seemed to wait for the answer with anticipation.
“50,” you muttered.
“What?” Derek asked, surprised.
“50!” You repeated louder.
The guys seemed to freeze in shock, and some girls gasped.
“Hey, don’t be like that with him. You know the average is around 65 for guys. Anything between 40 and 80 is normal for guys.” Derek said in your defense.
“No, that can’t be real. Show us your result sheet. You’re fucking with us,” Mark said in disbelief and amusement.
“Oh, shut up, Mark. Why would he lie about a score like that? Don’t worry, Zach, 50 is fine. Don’t listen to those meatheads,” Lisa said.
Lisa has always been kind to you. She was always up for teaming up with you on classwork. Recently, she received her score. It was fairly low. She got a score of 17. For girls, the normal range is around 30 to 70. With such a low number, this little brunette’s treatment had a strong effect in the last 2 months. Her chest went from an A cup to a C cup. It could grow even larger given the strength of her hormone treatment.
“Yeah, I guess,” Mark dropped with a smirk.
The screen at the front of the class suddenly lit up, and the e-teacher appeared on it.
“Ok class, please open the file for today’s class,” the robotic voice said. With this, the rest of the day was mostly uneventful.
After your last class, you went to your college gym. Before that day, you had never set foot in such a place. As you entered, the clerk at the front greeted you:
“Hey, what can I do for you?” he asked.
“I’m here to subscribe to the gym”
“Is it your first time at this gym?”
“Yes”
“Oh ok, just fill out this paperwork, and I’ll get Heidi. She’s in charge of orientation for the new subscription,” the clerk said as he went to the back office.
The form asked all the usual questions. Weight: 155 lbs, height: 5’7″, age 18, past injuries: none, and alpha/beta score…: 50. “Am I gonna be blocked from working out because of my score?” You sighed to yourself.
Out of the back office, a stunning blonde came out. This tall woman had a svelte silhouette and a toned body. Her tight-fitting clothes showed she had no fat.
“You are Zachary Stanley, I assume?” the trainer asked you.
“Yes, nice to meet you,” you responded.
“Same. I’m Heidi Ostlund. I’ll be your trainer for your gym orientation. Let me look at your form, and I’ll ask you some questions. What’s your main reason to start going to the gym?”
“I want to gain some muscle mass”
“Oh ok, I see you got an alpha/beta score of 50. It won’t be impossible to gain some mass, but the hormone treatment won’t help for sure. You never worked out before?”
“No, it’ll be my first time. To be honest, I don’t know how any of these machines work,” you responded a bit sheepishly.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be helping you with this. If you want, since it’s your first time subscribing to this gym, we can match you with a coach for the first trimester of school. In this case, it would be me. I would just help form your workout routine and track your progression”
“Yes, I’d love to.”
“Alright then, let’s get started”
In the following hour, she gave you a routine to follow. She helped you with the right movement on a machine and spotted you on the bench press. While at the bench press, it was hard to focus. Right over your head were her tight abs and cute cleavage. Each time she lowered herself to spot the bar, a wave of her perfume crashed over you. On the last rep, you barely got the bar off your chest; luckily, Heidi seemed to effortlessly pick it up, showing the strength of her toned arms.
At the end of your workout, Heidi took some measurements to track your progress—all the usual stuff: quad, hips, waist, chest, and biceps.
“Alright, that was a good workout, Zach. How did that feel for you?”
“To be honest, it was a bit brutal, but I liked it,” you responded.
“Oh, so you’re that kind of guy, uh? You like it when it hurts?” she laughed.
Suddenly, you felt your cheeks turning red. “That’s not what I meant,” you responded, flustered.
“Oh, I’m just messing with you. Anyway, I hope I’ll see you often at the gym,” she winked at you.
And with that, you returned home. Back home, your brother made fun of you again when you told him you went to the gym. He flexed his large biceps over you, telling you: “Real men don’t even need to work out to get these.” He’s such a jerk; he doesn’t deserve such a high score…
At 8 PM, you knew the porn app would unlock your daily video, but before jerking off, the gym gave you an idea: you should probably measure your cock and its stamina to make sure the treatment is not affecting you too much. Once you got the measuring tape, you started the porn app. You chose a footjob video. You never watched this kind of fetish before, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.
The video began with a close-up of the actress’s long, sock-covered feet. The way she moved her feet seemed to light something in you. Your cock came to life with a raging hard-on. You stopped the video to measure your dick. 6″ Precisely. Good, even with 3 days of treatment there was no significant change. Next, you had to measure stamina. You started the video back up.
The close-up shot of her feet continued as she wiggled her toes in front of the camera. You stroked your cock with a good grip. She then pulled off her long socks one by one, revealing the pale, soft skin of her feet. A dribble of baby oil made her feet shiny and slippery. The guy already had his cock out. He started to grunt as soon as her feet stroked his dick. Even though you had never seen a footjob before, you wished you could have been in his place, feeling her warm feet press and stroke your cock, slipping up and down your cock. Your eyes were glued to your screen, precum flowing out your tip. Your hand went up and down your cock, quicker and quicker. You felt as if her feet were squeezing your penis, making you squeal. Suddenly, your cock was pulsing harder and harder. You tried to slow down your hand pumping, but it wasn’t enough.
Deep within you, your cock was twitching, and your balls were contracting. At the same time as the guy in the video, your dick spurted cum all over yourself. You didn’t get a tissue in time since the orgasm arrived sooner than expected. Still, you checked the video timer, and it showed 10:35. This was your benchmark for stamina. 10 minutes is pretty good. At least it’s not like a minute or something pathetic like that.
*****
It’s been a month since you turned 18 and started your beta treatment. You felt some changes. The most obvious one was your body hair. You no longer had to shave. It seemed like your beard and mustache stopped growing. You didn’t mind this. Anyway, shaving is such a hassle, and you never wanted to wear a beard. The other one you felt was softer skin. Your hands and face skin were fair and soft. Then again, you didn’t mind this kind of change.
You didn’t feel any other big change. Today’s gonna be your gym progression checkup with Heidi. During this month, you got used to your workout routines. It gave you some structure and discipline in your everyday life, and you attributed the lack of Beta symptoms to your regular workouts. Another thing that motivated you to work out was that every other day Heidi would be there and wouldn’t hesitate to spot you and work out with you a bit.
“Hey Zach, ready for your evaluation?” the fit blonde asked you.
“Yeah, absolutely,” you responded enthusiastically.
“Alright, let’s look at your strength progression… Good, you progressed on all your exercises, especially the squats. To be honest, I think you’re the guy that’s been here the most often in the last month. Now let’s do the measurements. The quads: you got some growth, that’s good. Your hips too, that’s normal with the squats. Oh, that’s odd, your waist is smaller now. I never saw something like that. And your chest is the same. Your biceps too”
The fitness coach seemed perplexed by those results. She seemed to think for a bit since something didn’t look right to her.
“Is that bad?” you asked her
“Well, it’s just that with your strength progression I would have expected at least a little more growth of your upper body muscles. Let’s weigh you just to make sure of something,” she asked you.
You stepped on the scale, and the number showed 145 lbs.
“That’s weird. You weren’t fat before working out, yet you lost 10 pounds. Usually, I would have expected a guy like you to either stay the same weight or gain some. The only thing that comes to my mind would be to be sure to eat more, especially protein,” she said with a worried look.
Little did she know that you were already taking protein supplements. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that.
“Anyway, you still got some really good strength progression,” she said, trying to console you. “Hey, you want to work out with me today? It’s my workout day, and you were my last client”
“Yeah, sure,” you answered, still a bit dazed by what she said to you.
The workout went well; you performed as expected. But sometimes it was a bit distracting to work out with Heidi, like during the squats. You spotted each other. The sight of her well-toned ass squatting in her tight yoga pants was hard to ignore. Good thing you could cover your crotch with your water bottle and towel in between the reps.
But the worst was during the decline bench press. Somehow, she ended up with a camel toe when she spotted you. Because of your angle, it was impossible not to see. This matched her sweet scent, and you felt a boner forming in your shorts.
“Come on, push Zach. Just 5 reps to go. Why are you slowing down?” she asked.
She lifted her eyes and caught a glimpse of your hard-on. She seemed surprised for a minute. But she quickly came back to her senses.
“Don’t stop. You’re almost there,” she continued to encourage you.
But, on top of her camel toe, a little bulge seemed to form. Anyway, you quickly finished your set, but it was a bit awkward between you and Heidi now. The gym was almost closed, and you were the last two there.
“Hey Heidi, sorry for uh… You know, the bench press,” you told her.
“Uhmm. Don’t worry about it. I mean, it’s normal for guys your age,” she responded, trying to laugh it off. She then switched to a more serious tone: “There was something I wanted to ask you though. If you don’t want to tell me, it’s alright. It’s just that I thought about the performance check and it doesn’t add up. I saw how much you work out. Yet, the results don’t match… Did you lie on your form? What’s your true alpha/beta score?”
You felt as if you had a knot in your throat. “How could she figure that out? Do I look like a sissy? I work out so much to counter the effect of the treatment. Was it for nothing?” You thought to yourself. Tears came up to your eyes. What was that? You had never been that sensitive before. You never felt so ashamed. You just wanted to disappear.
“I… uh… I’m sorry,” you said, choking on your tears. You were so embarrassed about being found out like that. “I’ll never come back to this place,” you thought. “I just didn’t want the treatment to affect me too much,” you bawled.
You suddenly felt her long arm wrapped around you and brought you against her chest.
“Shhh. Don’t cry. It’s alright. I shouldn’t have asked. But I know how you feel.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.
“Me too. I got a score that didn’t please me. 82. I know, some would say that I’m a freak. Who likes a girl over 6 feet tall and stronger than most guys?…” She said, looking down. “At least, that’s what I told myself at your age. If you want to continue working out, do it because you like it. Don’t do it to run away from what you are.”
“I feel so dumb now, but I just can’t… I’m not accepting the score I received. I’m sorry, it’s just not who I am,” you said, calming down a bit.
She let you out of the hug and asked: “It can’t be that bad…What’s your score”
“4.”
“What? That’s impossible,” she responded, wide-eyed.
“You see. I’m so ashamed of it, I haven’t even told my parents. To be honest, apart from the nurse who did the test, you’re the only one to know.”
“I’m so sorry, Zach. But you know, you’ll have to learn to live with it. Here, I’ll give you my number. You can text me or call me if you need someone to speak to. I know how hard it is. You don’t have to be alone, and I’d be really sad if I lost my workout buddy. Alright?”
“Thanks,” You said, drying your tears. You gave her your number too and went to the locker room.
That night, when you came home, you just felt empty. Crying did help you feel better. All the pent-up frustration seemed to just evacuate at that moment. But now, it just seemed like you had no energy after this episode.
You went straight to bed without eating anything. You didn’t even do your usual jerking off routine. You just didn’t feel like it today. You were so tired. You could already feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Until :
*Zzt Zzt!*
Your phone received a message: “Hey, it’s Heidi. Wyd*?”
*[wyd =what are you doing]
*****
It’s now been 6 weeks of treatment. The size of your cock is pretty much the same, just a bit smaller at 5 1/2″. Anyway, half an inch is not that much. If it stops at that, it’s gonna be alright. And now was the usual time to test your stamina. You got some femdom handjob video. Those were always pretty nice. In this one, the girl was stroking the guy’s dick so gently. You too were stroking your cock gently with only the tip of your thumb and index finger. The girl was asking the guy how fast he was gonna pop. She was periodically stopping her stroking. But you, since you’re not a premature ejaculator, could continue to gently pump your dick with your fingertips and lots of lube. You could feel the urge to cum, but with a precise reduction of your stroking speed, you were able to edge just perfectly.
The girl in the video left her lips and tongue hovering just millimeters off the guy’s dicks, just teasing him. His dick was twitching just like yours. You could feel your cock pulsating. You reduced your jerking to only slowly stroking the underside of your dick with your index fingertip. Finally, the tongue of the girl barely touched the guy’s dick, and he erupted. Rope after rope spurted on himself; the girl laughed at that. You, too, had made a nasty mess of yourself. It was hard to predict when you’d cum with those videos. But you checked the time, and it was 8:45. That’s still pretty good.
Once you closed the porn app, you saw that you received a few messages from Heidi:
H – Hey, I didn’t see you at the gym today. Are you alright?
H – Got caught in the rain coming back home :c
H – [tap to open picture]
You opened the attachment to find a picture of Heidi, drenched, in her apartment entryway. She probably didn’t look at the picture all that much before sending it out because it’s easy to see her erect nipples through her white shirt. You messaged her back:
Z – No, I went to the gym in the morning. My dad needed my help with stuff at home this evening.
Z – And judging by this picture, it seems like it was pretty cold outside too… o_o
H – What do you mean?
H – What? Oh god! Delete this!!!!!!
Z – Sorry, even if I delete it, it’s gonna be a core memory from now on.
H – I hate you!
H – You going to the gym tomorrow?
Z – Yeah, you?
H – Yeah, I’ll be able to kill you and destroy your phone like that.
Z – Aight, see u tomorrow then
Ever since your meltdown with Heidi, you felt better. It helped to have someone to talk to about your hardship with the treatment. Yet, you felt you were managing the effects pretty well.
The day after at school, things started with Mark picking on you:
“Hey, 50-boy. Are you growing your hair out? It gives you quite a cute look.” Mark smirked at you.
“Oh fuck off, Mark. I just haven’t had the time to go to the barber”
“Oh, I didn’t want to make you angry. Is it the hormones that are making you emotional?” he refuted.
“Will you leave him alone, Mark? And Zach, your hair’s fine, alright. I think it gives you a nice look. Not everyone has to have a buzz cut from the army like Mark,” Lisa told Mark.
“Oh, I guess I should tell Jeff, the guy that’s hitting on you in Spanish class, that you like long effeminate hair, then,” he laughed at Lisa.
Later in the class, you talk to Lisa a bit:
“Hey, you know why Mark has had it against me recently? I don’t remember doing anything to him?” I asked Lisa.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. You know he’s like that. He just doesn’t know how to be nice, so the only way he interacts with others is by being a jerk,” she sighed.
“Anyway, come closer a little bit… That’s weird. You got such nice skin. Are you using cream or something?” She asked you, perplexed.
“Uhh yeah,” you lied. “I just use some hydrating cream. That’s all”
“Oh, thought so. Also, did you know Derek’s throwing a party next week?” Lisa asked you.
“Yeah, he invited me,” you responded.
“So… Uhm, are you going?”
“Yeah, why do you wanna know?”
“Well, I know you have a car and live close to my place… So I thought I could hitch a ride with you,” she said, trying to give you a cute smile.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t sweat it. I’ll pick you up on the way”
“Thanks! You’re the best, Zach!” She said, giving you a big hug, almost suffocating you with her large tits.
*****
“Yes, Mom! I’ll be back before 1 AM. Gosh! You know I’m an adult now, geez. No, I won’t drink too much; I don’t like drinking. Yes, Mom. Yes, I know. Mom, I’ve got to go now. Zach’s waiting for me. Alright. Thanks, Bye!” Lisa said, trying to leave her house and her mom’s nagging.
As she walked down the few stairs of her porch, you saw her huge breasts bouncing up and down in her T-shirt. Her tight jeans emphasized her thick heart-shaped ass. You weren’t used to seeing her dress like that. Most of the time, she was wearing her loose school polo and skirt.
“Hey, Zach! You’re spacing out. Open me up,” She said, jerking at the door handle of your car.
“Oh yeah, sorry,” You said, unlocking her door.
“Had a bit of difficulty leaving your house,” you asked Lisa, teasing her about her mom.
“You know how moms are… Well, at least mine is like that. She still treats me like a 13-year-old teenager. Gosh, I’m 18 now. I’m not a little girl anymore,” she said, exasperated by the situation.
“Wait… what are you doing?” She asked.
“Well, I’m driving? What does it look like?” You answered, driving away to Derek’s place.
“Yeah, I know, but why do you have your hands on the steering wheel? You don’t have full auto?” She asked in awe.
“Damn, that shit is expensive. Do you know how much it costs for monthly subscriptions? Way too much; that’s how it costs,” you said and answered a bit angrily.
“Hey, don’t get riled up. Your little cheeks are turning red,” she teased you. “Anyway, it’s a bit like the car at the driving school. And you know, I got my license now,” she showed you her license card proudly.
“Oh nice, and damn, you changed since that photo was taken,” You said. In her ID photo, she somehow looked way younger.
“But… It was taken only four months ago,” she said, looking at herself and back at her ID photo.
“Oh shit, sorry. Wait, four months, so you took it when you turned 18?” You concluded.
“Yeah. I guess that’s what the treatments can do to you, uh. Fuck, look at me. I look like a thick cow,” she said, grabbing one of her tits and pinching her ass with a tear in her eyes.
“Hey, sorry I didn’t mean it like that. You look great! I’m sure plenty of girls would kill to have sexy curves like that.”
“You really think so?” she replied, with sparkles in her eyes.
You nodded yes, blushing.
“Oh, thank you!” She said, hugging you. “Wow, you’re so soft for a guy,” she remarked as she hugged…
“Hey, I’m driving,” you said, embarrassed and flushed by the effect this soft and warm hug had on you. Luckily enough, your almost 5-inch boner wasn’t too visible in your pants.
“Sorry, compared to the other guys, you’re just so cute and huggable,” she said, liberating you from her sweet embrace.
“What does this ‘cute and huggable’ thing mean? Am I not ripped and cool-looking after all the time I spent at the gym?” You thought to yourself.
In no time, you arrived at Derek’s place. Since his parents lived in the sticks, far from the city center, they rented an apartment downtown for him and his older sister so they could attend college. And, as all 18-year-olds know, the first friend to get an apartment for himself is doomed to host a ton of parties. You went up to the door and knocked.
**Door opening**
“Hey, what’s up, Zach? Glad you were able to make it. Come in, bro,” Derek told you as he gave you a bro hug. Somehow, it was a bit awkward as he was much taller than you… Taller than you remembered.
“You arrived just at the right moment, dude. I was missing a partner to play beer pong,” Derek said, gesturing to the diner table with the beer cups on it.
“Sorry, man, I can’t. I’m driving,” You responded.
“Oh, come on. You can’t let me down like this!” He answered.
“Well, if you want. I can drive… But you’ll have to sleep on my couch at my place. If you want.” Lisa interjected.
“You see! You have no excuse now,” Derek said, dragging you to the table.
The first round, you played against a group of guys went well; you and Derek won but had to drink three beer cups each. Already, you could feel a bit lightheaded.
“Yeah, I knew you’d be a great partner! So who’re the next ones that are gonna lose against us?” Derek asked the party.
Sarah, Derek’s older sister, stepped up with her friend: “Alright, little boys. I think you need to learn a lesson,” she said, approaching the table.
At the start, you had a couple of good shots, until Sarah caught you getting a glimpse of her cleavage. At that, she smirked at you and bent down to align her cleavage to the cups on the tables as you were trying to aim for your next shot.
“You damn whore, that’s not fair,” Derek told his sister.
“I don’t see what you’re talking about, you Lil-bro. I’m not doing anything against the rules,” she responded, adjusting her bra and winking at you.
You could feel your Lil-boner starting to press against your pants. You quickly shot the ping pong ball despite the distraction caused by Sarah’s cleavage. And.. the ball didn’t even come close to the cups. Sarah giggled at your terrible shot. For the rest of the game, every time you had to shoot, Sarah did her little distraction, and you failed all your shots. Six beer cups later and a lost game, you sat down on the couch next to Lisa. After those 9 beer cups, the whole room seemed to be moving around you. When you closed your eyes, it felt like everything was starting to spin.
“Hey Zach, are you alright?” Lisa asked.
“Yeah… Why?” You mumbled in a drunk voice
“Oh no, you’re not, haha. Listen to yourself,” she laughed.
“What are you talking about? I’m fine. See, I’ll even get another beer,” you said, getting up from the couch. When you did, you immediately stumbled forward. As you were falling forward, Derek caught you.
“Hey, you ok dude?” He asked.
“Ya, yeah, I’m fine. But shit, you’re strong!” You responded, impressed.
“More like, you’re really light. Anyway, what were you trying to do?”
“Just getting another beer,” you replied, a bit ashamed.
“Well, you might want to slow down, lightweight,” Derek said, trying not to sound too condescending.
“Yeah, come back to the couch beside me,” Lisa said, encouraging you to sit back down.
“Sure,” you said, defeated, crashing back down on the sofa.
“Ain’t it better here?” Lisa said, snuggling up to you.
Her warmth and softness had a comforting effect on you. The rest of the night passed in a blur. Before you realized it, it was already past midnight, and Lisa was telling you: “Hey, get up; we have to go, or my parents won’t let me hear the end of it.”
She pulled you out of the couch. It was still hard to keep your balance, but you managed with her help. You said your goodbyes to the partygoers and found yourself in the passenger seat of your car, with Lisa at the wheel. The drive back to her place was quiet. In your drunken haze, you half-mindlessly stared at her for a while. Her rosy cheeks and brown eyes were so cute, you thought to yourself. Just below that were her large breasts. With each bump of the road, they bounced.
You quickly turned your head away, trying to focus on the road ahead. Lisa caught you staring and smiled.
“Sorry, I know it’s distracting. I can’t help it,” she said, still grinning.
“No, it’s not that. I just…I’m sorry, I’m really drunk right now,” you said, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. You’re just a lightweight,” she teased.
The rest of the ride was quiet, with both of you lost in your own thoughts.
Just before arriving, Lisa warned you: “Be quiet when we get there. My parents are getting up early to go on a trip, so I don’t want them to wake up at this hour.” You nodded in your drunken haze.
When you arrived at Lisa’s house, she helped you inside and put you to bed on her couch, and gave you a blanket. You fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of Lisa’s cleavage and soft touch.
*****
In the morning, you heard the quiet rumbles of Lisa’s parents getting their things packed while you dazed in and out of sleep. Finally, at 10 am, you heard Lisa open the bedroom doors. Out she came, only pajama trunk shorts and a loose t-shirt.
“Hey, you hungry?” she asked you while rubbing her tired eyes.
“Yeah, a little bit,” you responded.
“Alright, I’ll cook us something. Go take a shower; it’ll be ready when you get out”
You followed her suggestion without much thinking. Your brain seemed to be working in slow motion because of your small hangover.
Once you were in the bathroom, you got yourself undressed. When you turned to the shower, something caught your eye. In the full-size mirror, there was a boy with no body hair and a small dick; it was your reflection… Since you started your hormonal treatment, you never noticed the change so clearly. The small amount of chest hair was gone. You only had a few soft hairs around your foreskin-covered dick. Even your face seemed a bit softer in its features.
You snapped out of it and got into the shower, trying not to think about it too much. It’s not like you could change something about it.
You got out of the shower, and you saw that Lisa had already served you a pair of toast on the glass table.
“You want anything else with that? Cereal, some jam? Maybe a coffee?” She asked you with her head in the fridge, looking for something to eat herself. In this position, you got a really nice view of her curvy butt. It had just the right shape, with a generous volume.
“Butt…” You mumbled, half-daydreaming.
“What?” Asked Lisa.
“Uhm Butter I mean. Just butter with my toast will be fine. And do you have some cocoa powder for some hot chocolate?”
“Ah, yes, I have. You’re so cute drinking hot chocolate milk haha.” She giggled.
While eating, you once again got lost in your thoughts, thinking about last night, trying to remember all that happened in your drunken state.
“Zach… Zach! Earth to the moon, do you hear me?” Lisa asked you.
While snapping out of it, you realized that you were staring at her breast in your daydreaming. You could see her hard nipples through her loose t-shirt; she had no bra.
“Oh sorry, I was thinking about something else,” you responded, blushing.
“I don’t want to be indiscreet, but in the last few weeks, maybe I’m imagining things, but I caught you staring at me, or more precisely… My tits,” She said, blushing a bit.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you squirmed in embarrassment.
“Well, I don’t mind too much. But why do you stare at them? I know they’ve gotten so big lately. I guess they must look weird…”
“No, they’re great… I mean, I think they are,” you said, blushing even harder than ever.
Her sad look switched to a teasing one. “Oh, so you think they look good? Hey, have you ever touched a girl’s breasts before?” she asked, getting closer to you.
You could sense your Lil boner pressing hard against your underwear. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe this was a dream?
“N-No, I d-d-don’t have yet,” you stuttered.
“Would you want to?” She asked, taking your hand.
You nodded “yes” with your head. She was so close; you could smell her vanilla perfume. She took your hand and pressed it against her shirt. Through the thin fabric, you felt her warmth and softness. You glided your hand across her very large breast up to her nipple, which was already erect.
“Mmmh!” she moaned as your finger grazed over her nipple. She slightly arched her back because of the sensation.
“Hey Zach, I got an offer for you. Would you want to be friends with benefits with me? No strings attached. I don’t want to be in a relationship.”
You never thought in a thousand years that you’d find yourself in a situation like this. How did a virgin shrimp like you be able to have a girl like that offer you something like that?!
“That’s fine with me… But I feel like I have to let you know that I don’t have much experience with all that,” you responded.
“Oh, don’t worry, I already guessed that. You’re always so cute,” she giggled, taking your hand and guiding you to her bedroom.
*****
Once in the bedroom, you both got on her bed. She started to kiss you, and soon both of you were making out. You could feel her hand all over you, on your back, on your thigh, and on your bulge. The sweet taste of her lips was intoxicating. Everywhere you fondled her, she was soft and warm. The few glimpses you got from her eyes showed you a beast hungry for her prey. You lifted her shirt to reveal gorgeous breasts. You couldn’t help yourself; your body moved on its own. Your lips were drawn to her nipples.
Lisa let out a soft moan as you gently sucked on her nipple, your tongue making slow, sensuous circles around the sensitive area. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer as she let out a small sigh of pleasure.
“Oh yes, like that,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “That feels so good.”
You looked up at her with a smile, your eyes filled with newfound confidence. “I’m glad you like it. I want to make you feel good.”
Lisa reached down to stroke his hair, her eyes filled with tenderness. “You already are, sweetie. You’re doing great. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Lisa couldn’t help but chuckle as she felt the bulge in your pants, her fingers rubbing gently over the hardening length. “Is that little boner for me?” she murmured, a mischievous glint in her eye.
You blushed bright red, your eyes darting away as you nodded silently.
Lisa leaned in to kiss you on the lips, her hand still wrapped around your hardness. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. I’m just teasing you.”
You nodded, your eyes finally meeting hers. “I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never done this before.”
This only seemed to excite her more. Lisa couldn’t help but giggle as she tugged down on your pants, revealing your rock-hard 4.5-inch cock pointed straight up. “Oh my!” she exclaimed, feeling a bit wet between her legs.
You blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, it’s not very big.”
Lisa reached out to gently caress your cheek, turning your face back towards her. “Hey, it doesn’t matter how big it is. It’s all about how you use it, and I have a feeling you’re going to do just fine.”
Lisa approached her lips to your glans, nearly touching them with her warm breath. You could feel her tongue sticking out, teasing the tip of your dick as it began to drip with precum.
You let out a soft moan, your body writhing in pleasure as she began to slowly lick and suck on your cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she took you deeper and deeper into her mouth.
You reached out to stroke her hair, your hips beginning to thrust gently as you got lost in the sensations she was creating. Lisa moaned softly in response, her lips and tongue moving in sync with your movements as she brought you closer and closer to the brink of release.
And finally, with a soft cry of pleasure, you let out a powerful orgasm, your cum shooting into the experienced girlfriend’s mouth as she swallowed it down with a satisfied smile.
“Hey, now it’s your turn,” Lisa said, taking her panties down and exposing herself to you. Nervously, you slid your tongue up her slit, exploring the folds of her wet and wanting flesh.
“Oh, don’t stop!” she moaned loudly, her body writhing in pleasure as you explored her with your tongue. You grinned as you began to lick and suck on her clit, your tongue moving in circles around the sensitive nub as she let out a series of soft moans and sighs.
Lisa reached down to stroke your hair, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the sensations you were creating. You applied all the tricks you heard in the past, doing your best to make her feel good as you brought her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, Lisa let out a powerful orgasm, her body shaking and quivering.
Both exhausted, you both rested on the bed. You still couldn’t believe what just happened. You were still technically a virgin. But now it doesn’t seem to bother you that much. You turned around to see her staring at you while playing with her hair.
“Are you sure you have no experience? Cause that was… that was great,” She said enthusiastically.
“I promise, and technically I’m still a virgin,” you laughed.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Anyway, if you’re still up for it, we will have plenty of occasions to remedy that.”
After that, you chatted a bit, finally got dressed, and drove back home. When you passed the door, your father intercepted you on your way to your bedroom.
“Had fun at your party, I guess?”
“Uhm… Yeah, it was, but I drank a bit, so I slept at his place.”
“Alright, you did the responsible thing; that’s good,” he approvingly winked at you.
“Oh, and you received a private mail. I left it on your bed.”
“Thanks, Dad,” You said, going over to your bed.
You closed your door and opened the letter to find a brochure inside. The title of the brochure was: “How to live with an alpha/beta score of [0-20], as a man!”
You didn’t know the government issued those kinds of brochures. You began to read the brochure:
“Hi, valued citizen! You recently received a score of [4]. Given the normal distribution of our scores, this score is far outside the norm. For this reason, this little brochure provides some information about your situation.
I understand you may be disappointed with the score you received, but we need citizens across all score ranges. For this reason, our tests help us determine the score that best fits all citizens and what is needed.
Someone with a low score like yours has a natural disposition toward caring and empathy. The treatments will only emphasize this. In your score range, you should consider those types of jobs:
Healthcare worker (Doctor, Nurse, Carer, etc.)
Human resources
Education system worker (Teacher)
Now, how does the treatment work? It is a mix of perfectly safe drugs that help regulate your hormone levels better to align you with the desired behavior of your score. Because of your score of [4], the secondary effect will be very strong. Since your testosterone level will be lowered considerably and your estrogen level will be augmented, you will see those changes:
Body hair significantly reduced (nearly impossible to get a beard)
Less aggressive behavior
No post-height growth past the beginning of treatment
Muscle mass reduction
Significant penis size reduction
Smoother hair
Body fat distribution change (more on glutes, hips, and breasts; less on the abdomen)
Cardiac health risks reduced.
Breast tissue development (a small bra could be useful) and nipple sensitivity
Premature ejaculation (caused by a counter drug to keep an erection in males)
What will the treatment NOT DO:
Change your sexual orientation and identity.
Make you less valuable as a citizen.
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out to our helpline and chat service offered for a reasonable amount of credit!”
“Fuck… What a load of bullshit!” You thought to yourself. How were you “fit” to be a beta male? And if those secondary effects were true, what you saw until now was only the tip of the iceberg, like for breasts. “How could I possibly grow breasts?” you thought to yourself while fondling your breasts to see if anything changed.
… “Ow.. Fuck.” you whispered as you found a small developing bud of breast tissue under your nipple. That was new. You never had that before. Again, thoughts spun in your head: “How am I going to hide this from the class? I can’t be wearing a bra when I meet Lisa! How will I find a wife with a small premie dick?”
Buzz-buzz! You received an sms. It was from Lisa: “I really had fun with you today. I hope we can do that again soon, cutie ;P”
The End.
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