Day two, and things are progressing exactly as expected.
First big realisation — I couldn’t sleep in the compression shorts last night, which meant I got an early preview of what life might be like going forward. And… It’s different. Very different. This whole “no longer a grower” thing is starting to feel real.
I’ve taken the mental snapshot (and an actual photo) to track progress. This is the reference point — what things look like at peak swelling and what I was told will be roughly comparable to a fuller result later on. It’s strange looking at it analytically, but also kind of fascinating seeing the change so clearly.
I’ll be reaching out to the doctor tomorrow with an update. I expect he’ll want to see a photo to check everything is progressing as it should, but so far there are no surprises — just following the plan.
What I didn’t expect was how noticeable it would feel day-to-day. I was over at my parents’ for the usual Sunday visit, just sitting there, and I could actually feel the shaft resting along my leg. That’s new. Properly new. It’s one of those small, constant physical reminders that something has changed.
What’s also quite weird in all of this is that, as someone who identifies as asexual and can quite happily go months without masturbating, the one time I’m specifically told not to, suddenly I really want to. Typical. It’s like my brain has flipped a switch just because it’s off-limits. Not ideal timing, but also slightly amusing how that works.
And it does make me wonder if this is how it’s going to feel going forward. It’s a very different experience. There’s a presence there that just wasn’t before. You start to understand, at least a little, where that “big dick energy” idea might come from. Not arrogance, just a kind of underlying awareness.
Still no pain, still on track, just continuing to observe and adjust.
More to come.
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