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MidReal Story
The Short Guy
Scenario:Evan era um jovem de 19 anos que estava cansado de ser motivo de piadas por ser baixinho e magrelo. Medindo apenas 1,48m de altura e pesando 42kg, as garotas riam de Evan. Se não bastasse isso, Evan tinha um micro penis de 2cm.
Após pesquisar na internet, Evan se torna voluntário de um projeto secreto de aprimoramento corporal.
Evan recebe um frasco com 100 pilulas e a orientação de tomar apenas uma por dia, sempre antes de dormir.
Ao longo de uma semana, os resultados são impressionantes e Evan cresce cerca de 1cm por dia
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Evan Carter
insecure, and hopeful. Evan is tired of being ridiculed for his height and physical appearance. He discovers an experimental pill that promises growth and decides to take it. As he grows taller and stronger, he becomes more confident. His relationships with women change, but he struggles with the pressure of maintaining his new physique.
Jessica Wilson
curious, and supportive. Jessica notices Evan's changes and approaches him with kindness instead of ridicule.
Sarah Thompson
popular, and dismissive. Sarah often mocks Evan for his appearance, contributing to his insecurities. Despite this, she notices Evan's transformation after he takes the growth pills and becomes intrigued by him.
My name is Evan, I am 19 years old and I am tired of being the laughing stock of everyone.
I am short, skinny and my micro penis makes me the joke of the town.
Standing at a height of 1.48 meters and weighing 42 kilograms, I am always the butt of a joke to girls.
They laugh at me, calling me names.
As if my height and weight are not enough to be made fun of, my penis measuring 2 centimeters makes me more vulnerable to their ridicule.
I had to do something about it.
I wasn't ready to live the rest of my life being ridiculed by girls.
Something had to be done and I had to do it fast.
After searching the internet, I got a lead on a body enhancement project that was still a secret.
It involved taking an experimental pill.
Desperate for a solution, I volunteered to take the experimental pill.
A week later, I received a mail containing a small box with a vial inside.
The vial contained 100 pills with an instruction to take only one every night before bed.
I stared at the vial, my heart pounding in my chest.
The pills inside seemed to glow in the dim light of my room.
I unscrewed the cap and shook one pill into my palm.
It was small and unassuming, but it held the promise of change.
I swallowed it with a gulp of water, feeling it slide down my throat.
Lying in bed, I waited for sleep to take me, wondering if I would wake up different.
Morning came, and as I stood before the mirror, I noticed a subtle shift in my reflection.
My body seemed taller, my muscles more defined.
I measured myself against the wall, and to my surprise, I had gained a centimeter.
Over the next few days, I woke up each morning with a sense of anticipation.
Every time I measured myself, I had gained another centimeter.
It was as if my body was responding to the pills, stretching and growing in ways I never thought possible.
At school, Jessica's gaze lingered on me longer than usual.
Her eyes seemed to hold a newfound interest, as if she were seeing me for the first time.
We started talking more often, and her laughter no longer felt like it was at my expense.
Instead, it was a shared moment between us.
Sarah's gaze followed me too, her eyes lingering on my face and body.
I could sense her curiosity, her desire to understand this sudden change in me.
One afternoon, as I walked past the lockers, Sarah approached me.
Her voice lacked its usual edge when she spoke.
"Evan, have you been working out or something?" she asked, her eyes scanning me with genuine curiosity.
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell her the truth. "Actually, it's something else... I've been taking these experimental pills."
She leaned against the locker, her gaze fixed on me.
Her silence was filled with a mix of surprise and intrigue.
I could see the wheels turning in her mind, trying to make sense of this sudden change in me.
Finally, she spoke, her voice filled with a newfound respect.
"Evan, you've grown. I like tall guys. If you become the tallest in school, maybe we could hang out."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, buzzing with anticipation.
That night, I took another pill.
The next morning, I woke up and immediately checked my height against the wall.
Another centimeter gained.
But it still didn't feel like enough.
At school, Jessica greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with interest.
We talked about our weekend plans, but my mind kept drifting back to Sarah's words.
Her promise of attention if I became the tallest lingered in my thoughts, fueling my determination.
During lunch, I caught Sarah glancing my way, her gaze appraising.
I could sense her growing interest, and it only made me more impatient for change.
That evening, as I stood in front of the mirror, I contemplated taking an extra pill.
I wanted to accelerate this transformation, to become the tallest in school and have Sarah's attention.
But something held me back.
Jessica's voice broke through my thoughts, startling me.
"Evan, you seem distracted lately. Is everything okay?"
I hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Yeah, just... thinking about what Sarah said."
