Testosterone Man: Homecoming
In the morning, Lin Xiaoyang slung his backpack over his shoulder and stepped through the school gates. The testosterone plus tiger whip potion had fully stabilized—his cock was hard as iron, 30 centimeters long and as thick as a baby's arm, the purple-red glans swollen taut, the slit constantly oozing prostate fluid. It bulged his school pants into a terrifying mound; he could only shuffle along with his head down, thighs clenched tight, praying no one would notice.
Su Yuqing was waiting at the entrance, dressed in a white blouse and an ultra-short pleated skirt, her glossy black garter stockings digging into the soft flesh at her thighs, her feet in 10cm nude strappy sandals with wine-red glittery toenails that sparkled dazzlingly.
The moment she spotted him, her eyes lit up. She pounced, hugging his arm tight. “Master~ You're finally back~ I missed you so much~”
Her body rubbed against him, and his cock twitched violently, nearly ripping through his pants. He whispered hoarsely, “Yuqing... not today... I'm... I'm too hard...”
Su Yuqing blinked innocently, her smile sweet and wicked. “Too hard? Perfect~ Bathroom during first break. I'll help you relieve it~”
First period break, in the bathroom stall.
The door locked with a click, and Su Yuqing shoved Lin Xiaoyang against the wall, dropping to her knees to yank down his zipper. His cock sprang out with a thwack—the 30cm monster rigid and upright, glans thicker than a duck egg, veins bulging, slit gushing clear fluid.
Su Yuqing stared, dumbfounded. “M-Master... what... what is this?! Your cock... it's a monster now?!”
Lin Xiaoyang gasped raggedly. “The potion... too strong... Yuqing... help me...”
She swallowed hard, eyes gleaming with manic hunger. She hiked up her skirt, tore open the crotch of her black stockings—her pussy already drooling strings of nectar. “Okay~ Your little wife will take care of you~”
She leaned back against the wall. Lin Xiaoyang pried her thighs apart, aligned his massive glans, and thrust hard.
Squelch—!!!
Two-thirds buried in one go, the head battering straight through her cervix. Su Yuqing screamed, voice shattering. “Aaaahhh—!!! Too big—!!! My pussy's splitting—!!! Little wife's cunt is gonna be pierced—aaahhh—!!!”
Her walls stretched to the limit, cervix forced wide by the invading head. Pussy juice erupted in a splurt, soaking his abs.
Lin Xiaoyang didn't care. He gripped her waist and pounded mercilessly—pulling back to the tip each time before slamming balls-deep, flipping her cervix outward, everting her lips, nectar cascading like a waterfall down her black-stockinged thighs and into her sandals.
“Fuck! Fuck you, Su Yuqing! I'm gonna fuck you to death today, you little slut! Ruin that womb of yours!”
Su Yuqing's face twisted into full ahegao, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling, drool streaming from her slack mouth. Her throat was raw from the impacts, reduced to broken wails of “Aaahhh—ooohhh—”. “Aaahhh—cock too big—little wife's pussy can't take it—aaahhh—womb's breaking—aaahhh—mercy, Master—little wife's dying—aaahhh—”
The shaft was too long—even at two-thirds, it gaped her like a cavern, lips puffy and red, nectar foaming white as it dripped.
Five minutes in, Lin Xiaoyang's first load erupted—volume insane, flooding her womb until her belly swelled, excess spilling like a white torrent.
The heat made her shriek. “Aaahhh—burning—cum filling my womb—aaahhh—little wife’s gonna get pregnant—aaahhh—drown me in it—”
He didn't pull out. Even half-soft, it hardened purple again in thirty seconds, resuming the brutal pace.
Su Yuqing sobbed for mercy. “No more... Master... my little pussy can't take it... aaahhh—it's splitting—”
She tried to flee; he snatched her hair, railing her from behind even harder. “Run? I'm fucking you dead, you little sow!”
Tears streaming, she begged, “Pussy really can't... Master... footjob instead... aaahhh—”
He yanked free, forced her to her knees, monster aimed at her face.
Su Yuqing kicked off her sandals, pressed her glossy black-stockinged feet together sole-to-sole, enveloping the shaft in a furious footjob. Fresh sweat from the fuck made the nylons slick and scorching; her soles burned like fire, toes twisting the glans, arches grinding the length. The stockings, slick with pussy juice and cum, amplified the friction tenfold.
“Master~ Your cock's scorching like a red-hot poker. Smell good, little wife's feet~ Cum~ Fill my stockings~”
Lin Xiaoyang growled, overstimulated. “Fuck... your slutty feet... burning me up... gonna blow you apart!”
She sped up—toes wrenching the head, soles clamping and stroking. “Cum~ Master~ Drown little wife's feet~”
Second and third loads blasted out, volume monstrous. She whipped off both stockings to catch it—spurt spurt spurt—filling them instantly into bulging white orbs, excess dribbling from the cuffs onto the tiles.
Su Yuqing gazed at the cum-packed stockings, sobbing and grinning. “Master... so much... little wife's stockings can't hold it all...”
Still rigid, Lin Xiaoyang slammed her to the floor, shoving back into her pussy. “Not done! Fucking you dead today!”
Su Yuqing wailed for mercy. “No more... Master... pussy's really breaking... aaahhh—”
The stall reeked like molten honey—thick with cum's musk, pussy's tang, the sour bite of black-stockinged foot sweat, and the girl's hiccuping sobs.
Su Yuqing knelt, pleated skirt bunched at her waist, garter stockings twisted askew, deep red welts bitten into her thigh roots. Her discarded glossy black stockings lay nearby like milk-stuffed balloons, cum oozing slowly from the cuffs in long white strands across the tiles.
She looked up at Lin Xiaoyang, eyes red as a bunny's, mascara streaked into black rivers, a splatter of cum still dangling from her lips. Her voice trembled soft. “Master... really can't anymore... little wife's pussy... swollen like a bun... one more thrust and it'll break...”
He glanced down. The monster throbbed purple-hard, 30cm straight up, fist-sized glans gleaming with her juices and residual cum, slit pulsing precum. Veins wormed the shaft; each heartbeat made it slap the air with a faint thwap.
He rasped, voice guttural—not a high schooler's, but a beast's. “Break? I ain't done yet.”
She flinched, hands instinctively shielding her crotch—only for him to seize her wrists, pin them overhead against the wall. Her black-stockinged calves quivered on her knees, sandals kicked aside, toes curling pitifully, soles sticky-glossy with cum from the footjob.
“Master... please... I'll lick you... deepthroat... drink your cum... just no more pussy, okay...”
Her plea dripped honey-sweet, laced with real terror—that five minutes had squirted her thrice, cervix still spasming, belly bloated with unspent seed.
The sight only stoked his fire hotter. Testosterone raged through his veins, brain fixated: conquer, claim, mark.
He crouched, gripped her chin to force eye contact, snatched one black-stockinged ankle and lifted her foot to his face. The sole radiated heat, nylon front translucent with cum, outlining curled toes; toe-gaps oozed creamy sweat-cum slurry, wafting intense sour-sweet foot-musk—girl's milky skin, post-exertion sweat, cum's brine, a head-spinning cocktail.
He buried his nose in the sole, inhaling deep.
“Hah—”
Su Yuqing's toes clenched; she whimpered. “Master... tickles...”
Ignoring her, his tongue dragged from heel to toes, lapping the sticky mess—salty-bitter, tart-sweet, milky skin. His cock lurched. “Yuqing's feet... fucking delicious.”
Mumbling through it, he probed the gaps, slurped every trace clean, then engulfed her big toe, sucking hard like a cream-dipped candy.
She melted, fear dissolving into moans. “Mmm... Master... gentler... little wife's foot... melting away...”
Satisfied, he set her foot down, met her gaze with sickly tender eyes. “No pussy.”
Relief sighed from her—cut short. “Mouth instead.”
He rose, monster prodding her face, glans brushing her nose-tip, precum threading to her lips.
She eyed the beast, gulped, tears welling anew—but parted obediently, tongue flicking the coronal groove tentatively.
“Hiss—” Lin Xiaoyang sucked air, fisted her hair, fed it in slow.
The glans distorted her mouth, her lips splitting into fine red lines—yet she relaxed her throat, inching it down. Her neck bulged visibly; her breath labored into nasal whimpering sobs.
He watched her cock-warped face, throat bobbing. “Fuck... Yuqing's throat... tighter than pussy...”
Slow thrusts battered her depths, gagging her relentlessly—tears and snot streaming, yet she clamped tight, tongue swirling underside to please.
Hundreds of strokes in, he yanked free—smack across her face, spraying cum and spit.
“Turn, hands on wall, ass up high.”
Gasping, she obeyed—palms braced, back arched, skirt flipped, exposing ravaged everted pussy and tight pucker.
He knelt, spread her cheeks, tongue circling the ring.
“Ahh—Master... dirty there...” Trembling shame, but pinned immobile.
“Dirty? Love your dirty spots.”
Tongue speared in, rimming till it winked; fresh nectar trickled from her pussy.
Done, he stood, glans nudging her ass, easing in.
“Wuu... Master... ass virgin... it'll tear...” Sobbing pleas, hips betraying with a subtle back-push.
He growled, advancing inch by inch—walls vise-tight, furnace-hot, each gain electric conquest.
“Fuck... Yuqing's ass... burning me alive... squeezing so good...”
Half-buried, slow pumps churned out fluids and foam. Legs buckled; her cries fractured. “Aaah... ass splitting... gentler, Master... little wife's first anal... wuu...”
Her sobs spurred him wilder—waist gripped, hammering till the ring everted, fluids streaming her thighs.
Ten minutes on, he roared, unloading. Cum flooded her guts, overflowing the rim, trickling black-stockinged thighs to knees.
Withdrawn, she collapsed kneeling; his cock still raged hard.
He scooped her up, facing him astride his lap—shaft pressed to her belly, head nudging under her tits.
Limp as jelly, she draped his shoulder, sniffling. “Master... little wife’s done... body all mush...”
He kissed her tear-streaked face, voice softening rare. “Good girl, last one.”
Cradling her ass, glans kissed the puffy slit, lowering slow.
Terror gripped her; she clutched his neck, shaking head. “No... really break...”
But her body yielded—lips blooming on contact, gushing.
Cum-lubed, it slid easier, veiling her walls paper-thin.
“Aaah... back in... monster cock... gonna burst little wife...”
Wailing ecstasy, arms locked his neck, legs wrapping his waist.
He stood, pacing the tight stall, fucking with each step—jolting her womb.
Door rattled bang bang; break was quiet, unnoticed.
Pinned to the door, frenzied sprint—her ahegao total, eyes unfocused, tongue out, drool spotting his uniform.
“Master... fuck little wife dead... your meat toilet... aaah... cumming...”
She convulsed, squirting his crotch soaked.
Clamped tight, he roared, ramming deep—final torrent bloating her belly pregnant-like.
They slumped together.
Dangling off him, she gasped through sobs. “Master... little wife... really loves you... even fucked to death... willing...”
He held her, chest heaving, first pang of true ache stirring. Forehead kiss, voice wrecked. “Love you too... Yuqing... won't be so rough next time...”
She bawled harder, then giggled, caressing his cheek. “Liar... Master loved it... little wife too... died happy...”
They clung, panting forever, before he set her down—wiping her clean with paper, stuffing the cum-drenched black stockings back on. They squelched wet, thighs gleaming instant.
“Master... how to class like this... all your scent...” Blushing gripe, sweet smile.
He pecked her. “Like this. Let the class smell—you're mine.”
Bell rang; they rushed out, clothes straightened.
Corridor bustled; Su Yuqing limped, faint white trails inner thighs—but arm locked his, bliss uncontained.
Lin Xiaoyang eyed her; testosterone rage ebbed.
Sudden realization: This girl wasn't just class flower or little wife from the start.
She truly loved him—willing through tears, through blackout bliss.
And he, for the first time, wanted to shield her.
Not possess—protect.
Bell again; homeroom teacher entered. Su Yuqing ducked to her seat, but sneaked a foot under the desk, rubbing his crotch.
He caught her ankle, squeezed.
Monster twitched in his pants.
But this time, no rush.
Gazing out the sunlit window, he thought: After school, mango pomelo sago—her favorite.
Then home, fuck slow.
Not to tears.
To her crying “I love you.”