Sometimes I wonder if my body remembers what my mind tries to forget. The steroids gave me this thick cock and heavy balls that appear when I'm scared or aroused, like some fucked-up defense mechanism. Tonight at the gym, some guy kept staring during my sets, and I felt that familiar dread creep in. My pulse raced, and then... there it was. My shorts tented, my hidden cock swelling against my will while I tried to focus on my deadlifts. I had to hide in the changing room until it went down, my face burning with shame. This body that's supposed to make me feel strong just reminds me how vulnerable I really am. I just want to feel safe in my own skin.