in conclusion, taking into account all the info outlined above i present the following tier list

  s++ tier

  orchiectomy. what, youre not willing to give up youre balls for tit gains? are you going to get left in the dust cause you're too attached to your current pair to grow a new, bigger, more forward facing pair? your NTBV will suffer and your ancestors will spit upon their shameful failure of an offspring. yeah. thats right. im bringing your ancestors into this now. theyve already judged you unworthy of passing on the bloodline, rendering youre balls extra useless. get rid of them asap.

  future CRISPR gene editing fuckery maybe idk keep an eye out and report to blocker-strats if u hear anything

  s tier

  monotherapy T suppression (if youre on a high enough dose of E, which you should be)progesterone (its kinda a blocker too don't @ me)

  a tier

  bicalumide

  b tier

  cyproterone acetate (becomes F tier if you take too much tbc. low t is meta but too low t is for any%ing life through health complications)

  "what, do you want a nurse to administer impnts too? is taking a blocker every day too hard?"-tier

  goserelin

  d tier

  leuprorelin

  absolute f tier no further discussion you W I L L get dragged to conduct-disputes for deliberate sabotage if you advocate for the fucking piss pills one more time don't test me

  spironoctone

  DISCLAIMER: this tier list is not medical advice. it is only for use by participants in ranked competitivebreast growth. for legal reasons, ranked competitive breast growth is a completely ridiculous idea and should not be attempted by anyone. all guides provided as-is

  Yup. That'll do it. I save "blocker-strats-guide-final(4).txt" and upload it to the info channel. Let it not be said that the Master of Mammaries isn't contributing back to his community. I'm a fucking trailbzer of tatas, the king of knockers, even.

  I open the measurement spreadsheet for my daily chest check. Isaac's been on my ass about the measuring, saying I'm "giving myself body image issues," like the huge fucking tool that he is. Body image issues are a skill issue, and I am out-skilling them.

  Blouse: Off. Bra: Off. I take the tape measure out of the cup, where it's been kept in lukewarm water at optimal temperature. Can't risk thermal expansion interfering with precision. "Statistical noise" is just nerd cope for nerds who cope about their x methodology resulting in second-pce rankings.

  Primary breast circumference is above the rolling two-month average. Hell yeah. Another day of Mike winning. I'm on a roll with the measurements, but Accord is making a bunch of noise. Shut up about your "egg" shit, Isaac. Midchest slope differential takes focus, I'm not dropping-

  Dude. Why are you calling?

  His stupid boymoder face and his stupid nerd gsses fre up on my screen.

  "Bro. This better be important, I'm in the middle of something," I open.

  "I can see that, given how you are fshing me on camera right now," he counters, adjusting his gsses so the light from his screen reflects right back at me.

  "Got something against seeing shirtless dudes? I thought you were into guys." Gotta make him tilted. He's taking Ls in the tribunal channel, and I need to rub it in.

  "I am reminding you of the stigmatization your chest is subject to as an individual who is, i quote, 'transfeminized under patriarchy', Laura. We are both far past a stage where male social conventions apply to our bodies," says a dude who thinks he's still viewed as a man, and doesn't just look like a butch lesbian, with his spiked up pixie cut and oversized fnnel shirts.

  "You're finally spotting the fws with the boymoder strat, fuck yes. Want me to come over with some skirts and leggings? We can grind voice exercises, research the cosmetics meta, explore each other's-" bodies, homoerotically, I'm about to say when he cuts me off. He's wising up to my mind games.

  "That will not be necessary. Boymoding remains the metagame in our quarter, and your bizarre attempt at a counter-boymode strategy has failed to yield any knockouts of note, aside from the one you are inviting upon yourself."

  "The one you're failing to nd on me, bitch," I have to remind him.

  "The one I am deliberately kneecapping ahead of time, to undermine the credibility of others attempting the same thing. You are wide open for disqualification at this rate, as the most obvious trans girl in the entire server."

  There he goes again. I keep telling him, I'm not fucking trans. An actual trans girl would be uncomfortable pretending to be a man who's pretending to be a trans girl to gain a competitive advantage. Implying they've even got an advantage for being trans girls is like, a faux pas or some shit, even though in this sport it's true? I mean, that's why we ban them, trans girls have an unfair psychological advantage at competitive mammogenesis, cause they get a free ride fighting the dysphoria. Not like me, who defeated it with pure gamer willpower. Willpower so strong, in fact, that I didn't even notice the dysphoria appear before I'd beaten it.

  "But enough about your failures, strategic and in terms of putting on a shirt already." Ah shit, he's right, I'm shirtless.

  He does the gsses thing again. "The spring quarter's got its tenth entry. A referral."

  "I saw there was some new guy coming in. Why's it matter?" It's been long enough that I'm not in the business of giving a shit about every entry every single quarter. Half of them turn out to be girls and flunk out before there's even any interesting new strategy to watch.

  "Well in isotion the guy's uninteresting. But look at this," he shares his screen. "This is a picture he submitted for initial screening, right,"

  The guy's wearing a green t-shirt with a game logo and cargo shorts. Haircut looks like a resentfully upheld obligation, living space looks like a mess. All in all, a pretty standard look for a man who's yet to discover a passion for chemically inducing hypertrophy of the mammary gnds for competitive purposes.

  "And this," he continues, "Is the living space of one of the Q4 2024 competitors. Take a wild fucking guess at which one."

  It's the same room. The piled up dishes in the kitchen zone are even the same. "Holy shit. It's Boymoder Sephiroth."

  We started calling him that cause his server name, 'daniel.' really doesn't cut it. By far the most idiosyncratic guy in Q4-24, possibly in the whole year, he once typed out out a volume of text filling up the whole screen in response to a disagreement over anime in the general chat.

  "Indeed. And if we are picking up on it, then Admin won't be long to discover their undisclosed conflict of interest."

  "Yeah," I concur, "they're roommates."