"I'm a little concerned about your lack of self-control and stamina," murmured a nonetheless satisfied-looking Dr. Wood. "To function as a male properly in society, you may need -- ah, Sean?"
Sean suddenly felt a very intimate and cutting pain thast hit him so hard it knocked him flat on the floor. He realized it was his balls, and he had to worry as Dr. Wood stared in horror at that region of his body.
However, a little half-smile crept over her lips as she breathed "Oh! ... Oh, my!"
Sean reached down to investigate. He cupped his hand over them and was startled to realize that he could actually feel them growing right there in his palm. In moments they overspilled his hand. He was thankful that the scrotum itself seemed to become quite tough and leathery, or else it could have been one awkward and painful arrangement. Sean kept inspect and realized that the dam things were approaching the size of grapefruits.
He looked again at Dr. Wood, and also the guard now standing beside her -- and suddenly he recalled the Marcia Cross character of Bree Van de Kamp from the TV show Desperate Housewives. He recalled how Bree had snippily said "The scrotum -- I'm not a fan," as if it were some conscious aesthetic gaffe that malekind was to be held responsible for.
But apparently not any more -- for Dr. Wood and the guard were gazing at his growing package with such open brazen gluttonous glee that he realized that his balls were actually a turn-on to them.
"It is extremely rare that you find this sort of genetic reaction to Libidynamo -- and never on this scale!" a happily amazed Doctor whispered to the guard. Sean could not help but notice that the guard was gently sawing the side of her truncheon against the lips of her exposed pussy, evidently also in deep heat.
In fact, the simple sight of exposed pussy tripped some primal trigger deep within Sean, and with a lusty wolfish growl he flung himself onto the startled but giggling guard.
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