After waiting almost 15 minutes in the nude, this new doctor I have arrived and looks me over rather swiftly then scribbles on his chart. We talked about basic health history for a while until he rather bluntly called out my penis size…
“I see you are in the lower 50 percentile in penis size for your age.”
I was shocked and almost angry. The doctor lifted a flap on his jacket pocket and pulled out a syringe full of what looked like water. I asked what it was and he told me it would help with my issues. He didn’t even give me a chance to reject the ‘treatment’ before he stabbed me in the shoulder with it. The pain was excruciating and it seemed to keep me from moving.
“You’ll experience a slight tingling sensation now…”
I tuned him out after he started talking. My dick was filling with blood and I was getting distracted – it felt like tiny ants were crawling all over my balls and all around them. My muscles were spasming but mildly, and appeared to be getting larger. I couldn’t be sure but my dick seemed hairier.
“I think that shot made me turned on.” I didn’t even intend to blabber that out but my brain felt slow. I felt like my thoughts revolved around touching myself.
The doctor snapped his fingers and continued talking…
“…So as your cock grows and matures it will produce three times as much semen and you’ll likely want to reproduce.”
All I was able to verbalize was a quick “huh?”
The doctor just kept talking…
“…Ahh, I see the treatment has already completed the first phase. You’ll be able to start taking advantage of your increasingly frequent urges to masturbate and reproduce as much as possible like a healthy man should.”
I understood what he was saying but none of it mattered. I just started rubbing one out right there… cause why not?
Why not indeed?
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