Penile Exam and Side Effects

Skye decided to just pull it off like a band aid.

She threw the sheets back, revealing the unmistakable lump in her pants. Not looking at Jemma, she lifted her butt and shoved her loose pajama pants down. She had to bend forward, squashing her stupid breasts a bit, in order to get them down past her knees and expose the entirety of her member. Alternately, she could have reached in and dragged it out but the thought of touching it in front of Simmons freaked her out.

Now she had to look at Simmons just to see how she’d react for the first time.

Jemma did not disappoint. Her mouth dropped open and her hands went to cover it, her eyes wide and staring. It didn’t take her long to catch herself, a bit of her professional mask coming up as her hands dropped back down to her sides, “I’m sorry. The reports didn’t do it justice! Its really big.” She immediately repeated herself; hands flying back up as she realized what she’d said, “Skye! I’m so sorry. That was-“

Skye waved it off with one hand, “Its fine. Its fine. You guys don’t have to walk around on eggshells, you know? I’m a monster now. Why wouldn’t I have a monster penis?”

Judging by Simmons’ crushed and frantic look as she raced to say something helpful, Skye had put a little too much of her real emotion into that one and she quickly added, “I’m joking, Simmons. I have to joke about this." She waved at the enormous slab of cock laying out on the bed between her legs, the base of the shaft bulging around the bulk of her balls.

Simmons was calm and had a hold of herself, “Of course, Skye. But you really aren’t a monster. You’re still you, just with a condition that I fully intend to reverse.”

Skye felt hope at that but it was tinged with a heavy dose of reality, “Is that really possible?”

Jemma raised her chin and pushed back her shoulders, “It is. I wouldn’t have believed so before but the evidence is right here. Your DNA was altered and your body changed in a matter of minutes. It goes to show that your DNA can be altered right back and your body’s changes reversed.”
Skye had the distinct impression it wasn’t going to be nearly so simple but she let herself be comforted by Simmons’ confidence anyway, “Okay doc. Examine away.” She frowned as she thought of something, “Are you- going to be… touching it?”

Simmons’ face was openly sympathetic, “Well, I don’t have to right now. But at some point, yes, I need to.”

Skye groaned and rubbed her face with her hands. Finally she declared, “Okaaay… Let’s just get it over with then. Be my guest!” She waved her hand at it.

“Right.” Simmons moved down a bit to hover over Skye’s lower half. She reached out one hand and stopped. Skye had to roll her eyes as she clearly thought better of it and used both hands to lift her cock into the air. Then all insouciant-ness left her and she hissed through her teeth at the very distracting sensations brought about by Jemma’s professional but very thorough exploration of her shaft. The hands paused as Simmons looked up, “Are you okay? I can stop-“

“No! That’s fine. Keep going. Do what you’ve gotta do.” She babbled just a very uncomfortable realization hit her. She liked having Jemma’s hands on her member. She liked it! Oh god. It went beyond the simple yet undeniable pleasure of the touch, just the experience-just the knowledge-the awareness that someone else was holding her cock was- was turning her on!

Actually, that wasn’t happening. Skye laid her head back and closed her eyes. She would not believe that. It was not possible. It was just like a massage. Massages felt nice. That was all.

Hands moved up. They grasped it more firmly near the end and fingers moved around the tip and there was a feeling of being opened. Completely apart from the hands there was a slithery fullness blooming at the base. It was almost a tightness that seemed to spread and a tingling sensation grew about her groin with it. But even as the feeling grew, expanding out across the entire length of her member and the way Jemma’s hands on her length changed, a deep relaxation welled up from Skye’s hind brain. It felt like she was sinking into the bed and much of the tension slowly burning in the back of her mind just faded away.

Skye felt a thrill of heady sensation as the hands fell away and yet she felt her cock standing in the air on its own. She felt good. She felt virile. She felt strong. When the hands slipped underneath her scrotum to gently lift up each ball, Skye felt her lips curve in a small smile all on their own. When the fingers rolled the testes slowly and softly squeezed, she let out a little whimper at the pleasured tingle that shot down her spine along with a delicious thrill of a very sudden feeling of incredible vulnerability.

“Skye?” came Jemma’s voice, seemingly from far away.

“Hmmm? Don’t stop. Feels… nice.”

But the hands moved away and Jemma was saying, “Skye, open your eyes please.”

She opened them to see her friend’s pretty face was hovering over hers, looking concerned. Skye couldn’t resist the urge and reached out to touch Jemma’s cheek. She really was so very pretty. Her thumb wandered up her chin, drawing close to those soft lips. Then she was partially blinded as Simmons shined a bright light in her eye, “Pupils dilated. Skye, focus. Listen to me. How do you feel?”

“Good. Relaxed. I feel… amazing.” She focused down and a bubble of amusement welled up. She half laughed, “Woah. Is that my cock?” Her cock was enormous, jutting up from her crotch like some imposing tower of fleshy penile power. She started to giggle then she stopped to place her hand across her face as if she were keeping a secret from her penis. With her other hand she brought it up and pointed at her lap as she giddily whispered, “Do you see this?! My dick is huge! Like soo big.”