LUVVIT

Ian figured there was after all no harm to checking out a wing of the school, so he agreed to see it, although Miss Taylor and Miss Godswell first insisted upon making a video recording of his ejaculation, Miss Taylor chuckling that they very well couldn't take him over in his "current condition." Before Ian knew it, the two women were standing and snuggling up against him, their soft hands vigorously working his shaft until in mere seconds he felt so excited that he let fly quite a load.

"Oh my!" marveled Miss Godswell.

"Yes, it is making rather a large mess, isn't it?" teased Miss Taylor. "At least now we know why he's called Mr. White!" The two women had a nice bosom-jostling laugh over that. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. White, I do apologize. Here." She handed him a Kleenex. "If you will just ... tidy up ... we will take you directly over."

Ian was intrigued as they walked through perfectly ordinary school halls but came to a distinct entrance beyond which everything suddenly looked much more clinical. He noted the words above it -- Laboratory for Unusual Volumes of Virile Inseminatory Tissue -- and its acronym writ large, LUVVIT.

Ian gulped self-consciously as he noticed something about the architecture and decor of the wing. Quite simply, there was phallic imagery everywhere. There were great pillars in the shape of gargantuan erections, and phallic imagery all over the walls and floors. Even the doorknobs were suggestive of massive circumcised glanses. No less intimidating, though, was the medical staff, lovely woman doctors in uniforms which were at once conservatively designed and yet showed off a lot, the contours hugging their curves, the long skirts slit very high, and their truly mighty bosoms flaunted audaciously. They all smiled at him with what seemed a predatory curiosity, and the large LUVVIT logo on their jackets somehow underscored that curiosity.

"Ah, Dr. Mahalingam!" called Miss Taylor. "There you are! Doctor, this is Ian White. We think he'll make quite a spectacular subject here."

"Oh really?" Dr. Mahalingam was a petite Indian lovely with a simply hypnotic valley of lush deep cleavage. "That's quite a claim. Our star around here is Mr. Krown, but unfortunately there's no improving on his statistics. In a manner of speaking, what you see is what you get. But I have a hunch that Mr. White here may be receptive to certain ... treatments. Well! Let's all get into an examination room and see about you, Mr. White!"