While attending college, I worked part time at a health spa as a massage therapist (no homo). At the time I was lifting hard during the off season and had previously worked through a few stupid short cycles of testosterone gel, androstenediol, androstenedione and deca durabolin…That was until I finally found a magical hardcore cycle of Mexican Sostenon and Nandrolona.
Seeing the gains from the Sus and Deca, I put aside the andro’s and androgel and started getting big.
At the time I was dating a girl who taught a spinning class at the same spa, she was incredibly hot…of course.
One day while walking into work, I noticed a heavier lady walking quickly out of the spinning class, she had tears in her eyes, and she was visibly distraught. I asked her if she was ok. She sobbingly said no, and walked off quickly. It kind of disturbed me, maybe because the lady reminded me of my mother. I knew my chick taught a tough class, but I hadn’t ever seen anyone run out of her class like that crying.
Later that day, talking to my lady, I ribbed her a bit about being so hardcore to her students and asked her about the crying lady. My girlfriend just shook her head and told me the real reason that the lady was crying. She told me that the spa owner’s sister was in the class and had been making fun of the heavier lady for about a week before the lady finally cracked. The mean bitch would cough “Fatass!” and make noises that poked fun at the poor lady to make her friends laugh. I guess it was a pretty common occurrence in the class with this lady because she thought that she was quite comical and it brought a response from her two bitchy friends.
The more my girl friend told me about this poor ladies treatment, the more I felt sick to my stomach. It just tore me up inside as I imagined how sad that lady must have been. I hate bullies and really hate how some people can be really mean. I knew the mean lady, and knew her to be an uppity anorexic bitch who had nothing better to do with her life than hurt people. I just happened to be her requested masseuse four days/week. So I knew first hand of her bitchiness. Sure the bitch had a decent body with fake tits, but listening to her talk about her life made her absolutely ugly to me. So I devised a hard luck lesson plan.

I decided that I would no longer save my 3 month supply of androgel for myself. I decided to sacrifice it for a more noble cause, and use the gel on this vicious bitch. I thought it would help her be kinder, you know...like a man.

I took the gel, placed it into an unmarked container and administered calculated doses of testosterone along with the massage oil on this lady during the massage… four days/week. I did this for nearly three months. Every day that she came in I looked forward to changes. I didn’t notice anything until week 4. I guess at about week 3 I noticed a change in her libido as she would fight the natural horniness that came with a massage. I was used to it though; women came on to me all the time during massages… it’s just part of the business.
At week 4, I noticed dark hair that was starting to grow out of her lower back. Her flesh was starting to noticeably thicken. Around week 5 the hair got thicker and her voice started to sound like she was catching a cold. Week Six, I noticed a few hairs starting to grow out of her shoulders along with some acne. A normal person would have stopped, but I couldn’t.
The thought of that crying lady was unbearable to me. I felt that I needed to right this wrong.
The lady started gaining weight and she knew it. She would talk about it and how she didn’t know why she was gaining weight. I would just say: “Nah, you look good. I don’t notice any size.” (You know the typical male answer.) Two months into the administration of testosterone, her voice became even more commanding, her hair was coming in thicker, and her libido was skyrocketing. At one point she actually propositioned me for a paid happy ending. I laughed and declined as I told her that I didn’t feel comfortable being a prostitute. I think she felt quite stupid. 11 weeks into the ordeal I found myself applying the last of my testosterone gel to a visibly transformed woman. She was up nearly 20 lbs. Hair covered her body in areas that she couldn’t reach with a razor, and her voice was as deep as a 14 year old boy. On a plus side, her legs looked rock solid!

Why am I a dumbass? Well, first I’m a dumbass for wasting all of that good testosterone gel, and second, even though the lady had it coming there are still days that I feel really bad about what I did. Some days I don’t feel bad about it, but most days I do.

What? Don't judge me!